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Service

By: TryAnything



Author's note: Obviously, everyone in this story is at least 18 years of age.

CHAPTER ONE 

John just knew that there had to be a way to capitalize on the fact that he knew his twin sister Kelly had lost her virginity and was regularly getting laid. Even though they were only 18 years of age, John had enough of his father in him to always try to find a way to capitalize on a situation. That's what comes from having a stockbroker for a father. The fact that he was totally in love with his sister and always had been just made it a little harder. He had constantly heard his father espousing the philosophy that business was business and friendship was friendship and you couldn't let the two get in the way of each other if they were both to succeed. And since his father had made millions of dollars in the market, John knew he knew what he was talking about.

But then there was Kelly. John didn't just love his sister, he was in love with her. To him there was no more beautiful girl in the world, with maybe the exception of their mother, Karin. Kelly was 5'6" tall and 120 pounds. She had long curly red hair that hung halfway down her back and bright green eyes. Her figure had really filled out in the last year, and he knew from going through her clothes that she wore a 36-C bra. Sometimes he could see her nipples sticking out from her t-shirt when she didn't wear a bra, like around the house.

He himself was just topping 6' in height and weighed an even 170 pounds. He loved sports and was constantly looking at his muscles in the mirror in disbelief as his body became more and more defined. He couldn't wait until he was full grown like his father. Jason Redson was the perfect picture of success. 6'4" tall, dark hair with blue eyes, he always thought his father should have been a movie star, not a stockbroker. With his mother and Kelly almost look-alike twins, he knew that he had been born into a blessed family and was determined to take advantage of it. That's what assets were for, his father constantly told him. If you don't utilize them, what good are they.

Well, he was bound and determined to utilize them, he thought as he massaged his cock in his hand while thinking of his lovely sister. He smiled as he looked down at the 8" of hard cock in his hand, wondering if either of the three boys that he knew Kelly was fucking had cocks as big as his. She didn't even have a boyfriend. He felt his frustrations peak as his balls scrunched up and cum shot from the end of his cock, splashing all over the floor in front of his bed. When he finished cumming, he stood up, determined to figure a way out of his dilemma before he went crazy.

While John got dressed in his room, Kelly was just waking up in her room next door. She kicked the covers off and enjoyed a luxuriant stretch as she thought of the previous night and smiled. Biff Wilson had fucked her and sucked her to so many orgasms that she had thought she would explode from pleasure. Instead, when he had finally collapsed, too drained for any more, she had felt like she only wanted more and more and more.

She felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy getting wet as she lay there and thought about it. God, she loved sex. It had only been a couple of months since she had lost her cherry, but she found herself thinking of sex almost all of the time. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping them, her fingers automatically finding her hard erect nipples and pinching and pulling on them. One hand slid down between her legs to feel the warm moistness there, a finger finding her huge erect clit and gently rubbing it. She forced herself to stop, knowing that if she didn't she'd lay there the whole day and play with herself. It was Saturday and she had the whole weekend to look forward to.

Getting to her feet, she stuck her finger in her mouth and gently sucked it, tasting herself. She had quickly learned that she loved sucking a cock, especially after it had been inside of her and was covered with her juices. She understood why the boys who she fucked loved so much eating her pussy. If she could reach it she'd eat herself, she thought with a grin. But what to wear today. She didn't really have any plans until tonight, just laze around the house, maybe get some sun, watch some TV. 

I wonder what John's doing today, she thought, a smile crossing her face when she thought of her big gorgeous twin brother. She knew all the girls at school got wet whenever they saw him. And he didn't even have a clue, she thought, shaking her head in amazement. He could be getting more pussy than anyone she knew if he'd just try. She knew that he noticed girls, she had seen the looks she had gotten when she sometimes wore a tight t-shirt without a bra around the house. She was sure she had seen him with a lump in his pants on more than one occasion. 

Maybe I'll hang with John today, tease him a little bit and find out what he's been up to, she thought, reaching for a cut-off t-shirt and pulling it over her head. It barely came down enough to cover her tits, and her nipples pressed out against the material, making it very obvious that she had no bra on. She then reached for a pair of cut-offs, slipping into them without any underwear. She loved the feeling of the thick seam rubbing her clit as she moved her legs. She knew if she wasn't careful she'd wet the entire crotch.

Poor John, she thought as she brushed her hair. She had really been ignoring him for the last few months while her hormones had raged for the first time in her life and she had become quickly addicted to sex. They had always been real close, just like twins, always talking and sharing their secrets with each other. He was the first person she had told that she had lost her cherry when it had happened and it had seemed to her that their relationship had sort of changed from that point on. She opened the door to her room and waltzed down the hallway to the kitchen where she found both her parents and John sitting down to breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone," she said, sliding into a seat. "I'm starved."

"Well, good morning to you too," Karin said. "Don't you think you could have found a bit more of a shirt to wear?" she asked.

"Oh, mom, it's Saturday and I'm having breakfast in my own home," Kelly replied. "I'm not going out like this."

"Jason," Karin said. "Please say something."

"Well, she's certainly growing up, isn't she?" he said, shaking his head.

"How would you like it if I dressed like that around the house?" Karin asked. "You think you'd be so relaxed about it?"

"No, I don't," he replied, a big smile on his face. "Why don't you try it and find out."

"Yeah, mom, what's wrong with the way I'm dressed anyway?" Kelly asked, laughing at her mother's look of surprise. "I'm covered. You can see more when I wear a bathing suit and you don't tell me not to wear one in public."

"I'm sorry I ever said anything," Karin said, sitting back down. "You look wonderful, dear. It's nice that you're so comfortable with yourself and your family."

"What's the big deal anyway?" John suddenly said. "It's not like it's not obvious that she's got tits now. She'd still have them even if she wore a sack."

"That a way, twin brother," Kelly laughed. "If I make you uncomfortable, mom, I'd be happy to go change."

"Just forget it," Karin said, laughing now herself. "I must be getting old."

"What are you two going to do today?" Jason asked as they ate breakfast.

"I don't know," Kelly answered. "I thought I'd see what John's up to and hang out with him."

"I don't really have any plans," John said, inwardly pleased to hear what his sister had said, and also happy to see what she was wearing. "Maybe I'll go down to the river for a while."

"That sounds like fun," Kelly said. "I haven't been down there in a while."

"Well, I'm off to play golf," Jason said, getting to his feet. "I'll see all of you later."

"You two help me clean up first," Karin said. "I assume you have a date tonight?" she asked Kelly.

"Yup," Kelly said, nodding her head. "Jimmy Hastings."

"Well, don't forget your curfew," Karin said.

"I won't, mom," Kelly assured her. "I promise."

"I'm going to change, then we'll go," John said as they finished cleaning up from breakfast.

"Okay, I'll wait here," Kelly said, noticing that his eyes strayed to her chest yet again.

It was less than a mile to the river along a trail through the forest that bordered their house. They walked in silence, savoring the smells and sounds of the forest until they got to the river. Then a little further along the bank they came to a small grassy clearing under a big oak tree that overhung the river.

"God, I love this place," Kelly said, flopping down on the ground on her back, her arms flung wide.

"It's the best," John agreed, noticing that her shirt had pulled up, exposing the undersides of her tits.

"John, why don't you ever go out with any of the girls?" Kelly suddenly asked, pushing up so that she was propped on her elbows.

"I don't know," John mumbled, glancing at her and seeing that the bottom of her tits were now almost completely exposed up to the edge of her nipples.

"I know so may girls who would give anything to go out with you," she said. "I mean, you're the best looking guy in the whole school."

"Right. Who says?" John asked, snorting in contempt.

"Well, I do," Kelly said, smiling at him. "And I'd know."

"Oh, how's that?" John asked, unable to avoid smiling.

"Because I'm dating all the best looking boys and none of them even come close to you," she replied.

"How come you always go out with someone different?" John asked.

"Why not!" Kelly said. "I'm not looking to only go out with one guy. I'm young. I want to see what different guys are like."

"Are they really all that different?" John asked.

"Oh, yes, they sure are," Kelly laughed. "No two alike."

"Not at all?" John asked. 

"Well, they all want to fuck," Kelly said. "That's for sure. But then they're different there too."

"What!" John exclaimed, staring at her.

"Oh, you know," Kelly said, laying back down, her hands behind her head.

Now her shirt pulled up so that her nipples were exposed and John watched as they crinkled and screwed themselves into hard knots. Her feet were flat on the ground about shoulder width apart and John could see where the material bunched into her crotch. He wasn't certain, but he thought that maybe she wasn't wearing any panties.

"What do you mean by that?" John asked again.

"Well," Kelly began, sitting up cross-legged in front of him, "some guys are bigger and some are more tender and some are faster."

"Are you talking about...."

"Sex," Kelly said emphatically, seeing him blush.

"Uh, are you, you know, doing it with lots of different guys?" John asked, now absolutely certain that she wasn't wearing any panties.

"If I go out with them I make sure they fuck me," Kelly said, watching his face.

"Kelly!" John said, his face turning crimson and his cock twitching in his shorts.

"That's why I want you to go out with some of my friends," Kelly said plaintively. "They'd fuck you in a hearbeat and then we could talk about it."

"Talk about it!" John exclaimed. "What do you mean?"

"I don't have anyone to talk to about it," Kelly said. "You know, like how do you do this or do you like that, those kind of things. If you were fucking my girlfriends we could compare notes."

"Jesus, Kelly," John said, shaking his head.

"Or if I knew some older guys that had more experience they could probably tell me how to do things that they like," Kelly went on.

"Why is it so important?" John asked, staring at the red hairs that were sticking out on either side of her shorts at the crotch.

"Oh, John, I love sex so much that I can hardly think of anything else. Just thinking about it or talking about it gets me so excited," she said, bringing her hands up to cover her tits, squeezing them firmly. "I know you've noticed."

"It's impossible not to," John said, now openly looking at her tits when she lowered her hands.

"Lets go swimming," Kelly suddenly said, jumping to her feet.

"We didn't bring suits," John observed.

"So what," Kelly said. "You afraid to skinny-dip with me?" she asked, smiling at him.

"I don't know if we should," John said, shocked at the suggestion being voiced that was foremost in his mind.

"Well, I'm going in then," Kelly said. "You join me if you want to," she said, stepping down to the edge of the bank and pulling her shirt off over her head, her back to John. Dropping it next to her, she quickly skinned out of her shorts and dove into the river, leaving a gape- mouthed John standing on the bank.

"Come on, silly," Kelly said as she broke the surface and turned to look at him. "The water's great. Don't be embarrassed."

"Well, I am," John said, truly embarrassed and feeling his cock growing in his shorts to prove it.

"I'm your sister," Kelly said with a laugh, floating on her back, her tits sticking up out of the water, and her fiery red pubic hair just visible below the surface. "Besides, nobody's here, is there?"

"No, I guess not," John agreed, staring at her.

"And nobody's likely to come here, are they?" Kelly asked, her eyes on his growing bulge.

"Not likely," John agreed.

"Then come in the water with me," she said, "or I'll come out there and drag you in, clothes and all."

"You couldn't even if you tried," John laughed.

"But I'd try, and that's the thing, isn't it?" Kelly laughed, seeing the truth of what she said register on his face. "If you're not in the water by the count of three, I'm coming out to get you," she warned. "One. Two. Three. Then here I come," Kelly said, swimming towards the bank.

John just stood there watching her, not believing for a minute that she would actually come out of the water with him standing there like that. He figured she just wanted to see if she could get him to undress in front of her. But to his surprise Kelly didn't stop when she got to the bank of the river, she just stood up and began walking up the bank towards him, water running off her hard nipples, her tits swaying as she climbed up. And he could see the moisture sparkling in her sparse red pubic hair. He could even make out the outline of her pussy lips as she scrambled up towards him.

"Now you're asking for it," she said, reaching for him.

John put his hands out to stop her but she just kept coming at him, not even stopping when his hands filled with her tits as she grabbed at the waist of his shorts. When he tried to pull his hands back from her tits, she pulled herself even closer, her hands entangled in his shorts and her tits pressing up against his t-shirt. He felt his cock growing even harder as suddenly Kelly succeeded in opening his shorts and pulling them down around his knees, his cock bulging in his underwear.

"Ooohh, so that's why you didn't want to undress and come in the water," Kelly said, staring at his cock bulging in his underwear. "But I don't mind," she said. "I'll just take it as a compliment," suddenly grabbing his underwear and pulling them down to the ground, along with his shorts. As she did so, his cock sprang out, hitting her in the face before she could get out of the way. "Now you can come in the water," she said, standing up, her face flushed with the excitement of her brother's huge cock slapping her in the face. Turning, she ran back down the embankment and dove into the river. As she rose to the surface, she heard John hitting the water behind her, and then he surfaced a few feet away.

"That's better, you silly," she said, laughing. "Isn't the water great?"

"It is nice," John agreed, floating.

"You have such a beautiful cock, John," Kelly said, staring at his cock laying up on his stomach.

"Jesus, Kelly, are you nuts?" John asked, rolling over in the water and hiding himself from her.

"Well, what's wrong with telling your brother that you think he's a hunk?" Kelly asked. "You are. Don't you think I'm nice to look at?" she asked, pirouetting in front of him.

"I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," John said.

"And I make your cock hard, don't I?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Yes, you do, most definitely," John agreed, grinning at her.

"Well, at least you can admit it," Kelly said, splashing him and then swimming for the bank.

She scrambled up the embankment and John was treated to the sight of her ass and pussy from behind. His cock got even harder so he stayed in the water for several more minutes, willing himself to relax before starting for the embankment and scrambling to the top. When he got there he realized that he would have been as well off just leaving the water with Kelly, as she was laying on her back in the grass with her knees up and spread apart, one hand between her legs rubbing her pussy. He watched for a second as she would dip a finger into her hole, then rub it around on her clit. He could clearly see her big puffy outer lips with her inner lips protruding and flowering open, revealing her huge clit standing out almost a half an inch.

"God, Kelly," John exclaimed, his cock instantly rocketing to its full size.

"I thought you were still swimming," Kelly said, slamming her knees together and withdrawing her hand from her pussy, sitting up at the same time. "Oh, my god," she said when she saw John's full 8" sticking straight out at her. "You're incredible," she said, unconsciously bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking on them. "I've never seen a cock that big before."

"Really?" John asked, flopping down on his stomach to hide his erection.

"Yeah, really," Kelly said, smiling at him. "You're huge."

"I wish you wouldn't talk like this," John said. "It's hard enough."

"I'll say," Kelly said with a laugh at his unintended pun. "You could make money with that thing."

"What do you mean?" John asked, always interested in anything that involved making money.

"I'd pay to be fucked by a cock like that," Kelly said, shaking her head wistfully.

"And I could have people standing in line to fuck you," John said, throwing it back at her. "How do you like the sound of that?"

"Actually, it makes me horny thinking of men standing in line to fuck me," Kelly said with a laugh.

"It would be like printing money," John said, his mind churning.

"Really! What do you mean?" Kelly asked.

"I'm sure men would pay through the nose to fuck you," John said.

"Do you really think so?" Kelly asked. "I mean, you think I'm that nice looking?"

"I told you, I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," John said.

"I thought you were just teasing me," Kelly said, staring at him. "You really mean that though?"

"Yup," John said.

They rested in silence for a while, enjoying the sun, before Kelly spoke up again.

"John, do you masturbate a lot?" she asked suddenly.

"Jesus, Kelly," John exclaimed, staring at her. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Well, do you?" she persisted.

"I don't know, what's a lot?" John asked.

"But you do masturbate then?" Kelly asked, staring at him.

"Well, yeah, I guess," John admitted, realizing how she had trapped him again. "Do you?"

"Oh, all the time," Kelly said. "I love the way it feels when I cum."

John said nothing as he stared at her. Kelly fidgeted, feeling her pussy tingle as she thought of playing with herself. She felt her nipples getting hard and could see by the expression on John's face that he noticed it also.

"See, all I have to do is think about it and I get excited," Kelly said, cupping her tits and gently rolling her nipples briefly between her fingers. "So you think men would pay to fuck me?" she asked, dropping her hands.

"Absolutely," John said nodding. "I bet I could get $1000."

"For what?" Kelly asked, staring at him, her mouth hanging open.


Service



she knelt before the fire, clothed in the tight black corset. The long legs folded beneath her clad in seamed black stockings, the feet encased in the needle point heels that He loved. Her head was bent slightly forward and the long, slow brush strokes she made thru the still damp hair seemed to hypnotise Him.

He could just see as she lifted her arm with each stroke the soft curves of her breasts pushed upwards by the restraints of the corset, the nipples exposed with the firelight catching the gentle movements of the silver chain that swung between her nipples.

He held in the low groan of desire that threatened to escape His lips...This girl was a treasure to be savoured...like a good meal...not rushed like a snack. His voice soft in the room growled out the command to crawl and she turned to face Him with a teasing smile playing on the full red painted lips. 

Her body arched as she lowered herself to all fours and turned gracefully to crawl across the room. Her hips and ass swayed gently, the soft curves lit by the low light of the fire, the full shaved cunt lips peeping out at Him and He felt that familiar stirring in His groin. Her breasts swaying back and forth with the silver chain dangling between them. Oh that would prove to be a useful way to control her that evening. Her body moved catlike to the table and He watched as she knelt up to take the leash between sharp little teeth, teeth He'd felt on His skin as she writhed beneath Him as He bought the release her slut body so needed.

She lowered herself to the floor once more so that her hard nipples brushed the carpet, her head low, hair trailing across the floor. Her hips and shoulders moving with a subtle grace. Stopping before Him she stayed low on the floor as she knelt at His feet and waited for His next command.

He reached down to take the leash and twisted a firm hand in the still damp locks, pulling her up onto her knees. Bending to clip the leash she gasped as His hand took the chain lying between her breasts and watched as He clipped the leash to the chain. Arching at the sharp tug He gave it, a groan escaping her full lips as the sharp pain shot thru the hard tips.

Her head back, neck exposed to the soft light and moaned as His tongue run the length of the pale skin. His hand tightened on the leash and with a sharp tug He pulled her close to claim her mouth. Her mind spinning she opened her mouth to receive the kiss, tongues swirling and probing, teasing and tasting each other.

He stood slowly, still holding the leash and turned to walk to the table. She moved quickly to ease the tugging on her nipples and knelt at the table quietly, trying to stifle the sharp pain on her nipples. He whispered out the words to her as she stood to obey.

Bending over the table she took hold of the edge and spread herself flat over the hard surface. The chain pulled tight as He run the leash down under her body and between her legs, feeling it slide between the already wet cunt lips and groaned as it pressed against her throbbing clit. 

He stood behind her and gently kicked each ankle to open them. Her legs opened against each gentle kick and the chain was pulled tighter. The nipples rasping against the table, being tugged downwards as the chain was pulled up a little higher to bite into her cunt.

He wrapped the leash round His hand once more and reached to take His now hard cock in His hand and slowly began to move His hand up and down the length, watching her body move as the leash tightened then slackened with each stroke.

Her hips lifting as the chain slide back and forth against her clit, biting between the slick lips and bite back the soft moan inside her. He loosened the leash to let it fall against the table and smiled as He saw the soft wet marks where it had bitten into that sweet cunt.

He took a step forward and slowly pushed one finger into her slut hole and whispered a word..."Fuckmeat"

She moaned and shuddered on the table and whimpered as he moved the finger back out. Opening her mouth as He ran the wet finger over her soft lips, watching as her tongue snaked out to lick the honey from it. Smiling as she licked the length, tasting her own cunt and bent to kiss that teasing mouth, tasting her for Himself.

He walked round to the front of the table and she watched Him bend to the bag she knew would be placed ready. He reached into the bag and pulled out the lengths of rope. The long silken strands would lie; black against her pale skin and she watched Him as He looped one over her wrist and pulled it tight holding the wrist and slid it over the edge to tie it round the table leg. she watched Him move to bind the other one the same way and whimpered as His hand ran down over her back, His head bending to lick her skin and cried out as His teeth sank into the tender flesh on her shoulder, arching up in the sweet pain.

He stood, carrying the bag with Him to the other side of the table and she turned Her head to watch. The hands busy in the bag placed now at the side of her and her eyes widened as the plug was pulled out. It was bigger than the last one He's used and this had a long tail of hair from it. The tube of lube followed and she arched up to meet His fingers as they slide around the tight velvet hole, her head flat against the table, her hair trailing over the pale wood and a low murmur of desire escaped her lips.

Her body was burning...her cunt on fire and her nipples throbbing now the chain had been slackened. His fingertip eased inwards and she sighed with pleasure as He began to push gently inwards, rubbing back and forth, twisting gently to lube that tight slutty ass. For a moment she was a little confused as she realised her legs were still free. Why tie just her wrists?

He pulled the finger from her and smiled at her whimper...more cool lube against her ass as the finger slid back in, quickly followed by another, this time stretching her a little more. she bit her full lower lip and the moan finally escaped her mouth as His fingers began to open and stretch her tight little hole. Movement once more from behind her as she heard Him moving...Gasping softly as she felt the soft tip of the plug against the tight hole and she tensed a little.

He bent over to kiss her soft skin and whispered soft words of reassurance as His fingers began to push the tip inward, holding her down gently as she instinctively tried to move away from the invading tip. Her protests unheeded as He pushed slowly...oh so slowly into her, knowing that her mouth lied...knowing that her ass was so willing to take what He wanted to give.

He stayed bent over her, pushing and twisting the plug into her. Hearing her moans of sweet agony as the tight hole gave way to the pressure with a soft popping sound. Feeling her lift to take the plug and He stood to watch as it finally popped into place.

He looked down at the spread legs and the soft curves of her ass, the tail falling between the long pale thighs and smiled...such a sweet whore for Him

He lifted the tail and moved it to one side to allow it to trail over her soft skin and knelt to place His tongue on her cunt and felt her move back to let Him taste her.

He stayed still...letting His tongue lie on the sweet slit and grinned inwardly as her body shifted backwards. Her slit slick already and her hips moving slowly up and down on His still tongue. He licked her from her clit backwards in one sweeping movement and stood up knowing the chill air would run over that now open hole and smiled once more. His finger pushing inwards to stretch the tight cunt a little, watching almost dispassionately as His finger moved in and out of her. Another teased the soft lips

and He asked her softly..."want the other finger girl?"

she nodded quickly and then gasped as His hand landed with a sharp crack on the soft flesh of her ass... "I don't want a nod girl...speak to me" He knew that having to ask...to have to say the words was something she still struggled with and knew this was the level of humiliation that she hated.

He saw her bite her lip and landed another slap on her other cheek and growled out..."ask girl" Her voice soft and low came slowly, unwillingly from her sluts mouth and He exhaled softly as the words hit His ears..."the other finger...Master...the other

finger...please" The hand landed again, making her cry out..."where? where does my whore want the finger?"

This was going to be fun...He knew she hated the word He wanted to hear and His hand landed once more, her ass growing red under the slaps. He bent to kiss the heated skin and whispered against the hot flesh..."where do you want the finger girl?"

He heard the sharp intake of breath and waited, kisses placed on each soft curved cheek the one finger still moving in and out of her. Her words when they came almost made Him jump...

Master....please...i wwwant...oh god....please...want your fingers...inside me...i want You to fuck my slut...my slut cunt with Your fingers...please...oh god....please....don't make me ask again" 

The last words a soft plea, begging...His pushed the other finger into her without warning and looked down as they pushed in and out of her the soft wet lips moving with His fingers...like her mouth as it had sucked His cock the night before.

He stood behind her and watched as His fingers slide in and out of her. Her ass and hips lifting with each stroke. Oh how He wanted to fuck her...there and then...without 

mercy...to fill that slut cunt with His hot seed and take her with the lust that flooded His groin.

He stopped the thought...no...not yet. He wanted to hear her mouth beg...the pleading…the begging for His cock...to have her body burning under Him...her cunt encasing the length of Him in its velvet heat.

His fingers turning and twisting now slowly...torturing her body, His thumb now flicking the hard nub of her clit. He moans escaping now freely, as the fingers pushed deeper, twisting now back and forth. Bending to lift the leash He pulled it hard and watched as her body arched away from the sudden sharp pain in her nipples. Pulling the fingers out of her without warning He stood a moment and wrapped the leash round His hand, looking down at her: the pale skin flushed, covered with a soft sheen of sweat, her thighs spread wide, the pink puffy lips peeping out at Him, shaved smooth and slick with her cunt juices 

He pressed His fingers against the slick flesh and without warning pushed them back into her. Hard this time...this time He'd fuck her sweet little cunt hole with His fingers the way He wanted to fuck that hole with His now throbbing cock. He landed a sharp hand on her ass...first one side, then the other and began to fuck her in earnest...now she'd know what was to come shortly when His cock filled her. 

His breath ragged with lust, He heard her groans of pleasure and pain as she struggle against the silk ropes. Her nipples being tugged downwards as His fingers slide out, groaning as they pushed inwards, easing the sharp pain for a moment, then pushing deep and without warning eased the third thick finger into her...

"Ride my finger whore" came the harsh command from his mouth as He pushed them deeper still. He watched as her hips lifted to meet the driving fingers and for a moment wondered what she was feeling...was being a woman so pleasurable, even as He

used her body? 

But He knew that already as He watched her squirming on His thrusting fingers. The slickness that coating them, the laboured breath from beneath her raised head, the almost feral growl that escaped her mouth as His thumb flick her clit now and then...the words tumbling from her painted mouth...pride long gone

now...

"yesohgodyes....oh pleasePLEASEEEEEE...Master....fuck me....fuckmeeeeee...Your cock...iwantYourcockinme....fucking me...filling me"

With a long growl of animal lust He pulled out his fingers and thrust His thighs between hers...feeling her hold her breath and without any warning, taking His throbbing cock in His hand, he placed the swollen, purple head against the wet cunt lips and pushed...once...hard...deep Hearing her growl of satisfaction as He filled her.

Feeling the heat of her cunt as it encased Him in it's velvet heat. All thoughts of love for this girl gone. His lust taking over...the animal that lies in all of U/us taking Him forward to the edge. Her spirit, the fire that had attracted Him to her finally surfacing as the low growl of "yesssssss" hit His ears. His growl of lust matching hers as He drove into her again and again, pulling her hips back to drag her along His throbbing cock filling to the hilt.

Her body, hips grinding back on His hard cock, her body lifting to meet His thrusts. His cock growing harder within her. Filling her, stretching her, fucking her cunt. The soft curves of her ass red from the hands that had landed on her and once more He raised His hand, landing it sharply on the hot skin. Her body jerking up as the hand landed, driving her harder on the hard cock as He thrust back and forth. His hands moving from her hips to take the chain between her breasts, pulling it, twisting it hard, pulling the nipples tight...hearing her cry of pain and pleasure, driving deeper into her, His balls slapping at the slick lips, nudging the throbbing clit as He pulled her back from the edge of the table, her thighs wet, His balls coated with her cunt honey.

Her body moving back and forth along the length as she felt His hand take her hair and pull her back...

"Oh god...oh god...no more...i cant take anymore...please Master...no more"

Without warning a loud animal growl escaped His mouth as He exploded deep within her. Flooding her cunt walls with His hot cum. Throbbing, pounding, stretching, filling, fucking this slut beneath Him .Feeling her arch upwards, her cry of release filling His ears, her cunt walls gripping him, holding Him, squeezing Him dry...

His body blown into a million parts, all coming to one end deep within her...His thrusts slowing, becoming easy, lazy, coating His cock with cum and cunt honey...feeling it seep from her, coating His balls with moisture. The scent of the fuck filling His nostrils and drawing a deep growl of satisfaction from Him.

Easing out of her, He leant back to look down at the soft curves of her ass, red and hot, her cunt wet and swollen, cum beginning to seep out from her, the thick white strands still holding the head of His cock to her cunt. Standing to His full height, legs weak, He moved slowly to the other side of the table and lifted her flushed face by the hair.

"Clean me slut" came the command as His still semi hard cock swung before her face. Her mouth open, the hot pink tongue snaking out to the base of His cock and licking slowly upwards she watched His face as her tongue moved up the length, tasting them both on the soft smooth skin. Licking and lapping upwards, twirling her tongue over the dripping head, sucking gently to clean her cunt honey and His cum from the smooth head.

Hearing His moan of pleasure and moaned herself as His hand tightened in her hair. Feeling Him run a lazy hand down over her skin, feeling the soft sheen of sweat on her body under His hand. She moaned against the head of the now tender cock and smiled inwardly as she felt Him shudder under her mouth. Easing back her head to let Him watch as she licked her lip one last time, whispering the one word, sweet in His ears..."Master"

Lying back against the cool wood of the table, she smiled softly...her body taken and owned once more...His pleasure complete...her body His...their souls entwined... their passion matching each others...

He reached to loosen the ropes and pulled her onto her knees on the table...looking her in the eyes..."the words girl...let me hear the words" She reached up a red tipped nail to touch His mouth gently, pressing her full red lips to His as she

murmured softly...

"i love You Master" 



Service



This story is dedicated to my Mistress who is my inspiration

The warm breeze caught and momentarily lifted the thin transparent silk curtain that was drawn around her bed. For a few seconds it fluttered gently and through the gap I saw she was naked, lying stretched out on her stomach. Her body covered in a soft golden glow, the reflection from the many candles that flickered in the bedchamber.

I pushed through the flimsy gauze curtain and set the tray of oils on a table next to the bed and knelt quietly beside her.

My Mistress stirred, opened her eyes and smiled at me. Then with a slight nod of her head gave me the signal to begin. From a jug I poured a small puddle of warm oil into the dip between her shoulder blades and with my hands I spread the scented lotion across her shoulders.

I gently kneaded and rubbed and felt the tight muscles in her shoulders slowly relax under my probing fingers. Mistress sighed with pleasure and I felt her body go loose as the tenseness and stress disappear.

I was filled with a deep satisfaction at the comfort I was giving my Mistress and I poured more oil, this time in the small of her back and my hands pressed and rubbed across and up and down her back.

I did this lovingly, reverently with as much care as I could, my Mistress is my world. She works so hard running her large estate and the well being and lives of her workers and slaves depend on her. So I am proud to be her pleasure girl, her favourite pet. The one she turns to for her enjoyment and satisfaction, the one who fulfils her desires. 

I poured the oil on the palms of my hands and began to massage my Mistresses tight firm bottom. I felt my stomach tense and my face flushed hotly as my fingers pressed into the firm flesh. I could feel the desire and aching need build up inside me and I knew I would have to fight the sensations and concentrate on giving pleasure to my Mistress like I had been trained to do. It's a pleasure girl's duty to think only of her Mistress. The pleasure I gets comes from pleasing my Mistress and if she is pleased with my efforts then maybe she will reward me.

The palms of my hands moved in circular motions over the cheeks of her bottom my fingers pressing and rubbing and my Mistress sighed deeply.

After several minutes she turned over to lie on her back, she stretched cat like and sighed with contentment.

She felt no embarrassment or inhibition about lying naked in front of me, why should she, after all I was just her slave. One of her possessions, just like her pet dogs I was also one of her pets. But I was a favourite pet I thought proudly.

My Mistress though, knew exactly the effect her naked body would have on me and she lay back smiling innocently and motioned me to continue with her massage. I could feel tightness in my chest and swallowed nervously as I poured oil on to my hands and with trembling fingers began to massage her breasts.

The soft warm flesh yielded under my fingers as they squeezed and rubbed, her nipples like stiff buds pressed in to the palms of my hand. I smoothed the lotion over her breasts and rubbed it gently in. Lifting her breasts and squeezing them together I applied a gentle firm pressure as I rubbed. Her eyes were closed and mouth slightly open, her face was flushed and her breasts rose and fell under my hands as her breathing became deeper.

I rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gently pulled on them; slippery with oil they stood proudly stiff and erect. I longed to place my lips over them and gently suck and a dull ache of sexual desire burned deep in my stomach. I wanted to hold her and cover her in kisses. Give myself to her and sink in her arms. My passion was almost bursting out of me but I knew I had to stifle it and control myself. 

I shuddered and collected myself quickly before I could disgrace myself by acting like an ill disciplined slut instead of an obedient pleasure pet who concentrates on nothing but her Mistresses pleasure.

I poured oil into the dip of her belly button and rubbed her stomach, my hands criss crossing in large circular motions. Smoothing the lotion across her flat smooth stomach and down her sides.

My eyes wandered down her belly to her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the moisture that now glistened on her soft puffy outer lips. I moved my hands down between her thighs rubbing against the sides of her pussy. Her breathing was now deep and heavy and she opened her eyes and looked into mine, I could see the excitement and desire in them and knew what my Mistress wanted. 

I lowered my face between her thighs and she parted her legs to let me in. I smelt her arousal and I ran my tongue along the length of her lips. Mistress moaned and rolled her hips gently and her fingers entwined themselves in my hair as my tongue pressed into her.

I stabbed my tongue in and out and rolled it round searching for the spots that made my Mistress shiver with pleasure. I felt her hand on the back of my head push me deeper into her and my tongue lapped and probed, licking deep into her warm softness while her pubic hair gently brushed against my face. Her cool soft thighs pressed against my cheeks.

She lifted her hips as I ran my tongue over her clit, sucking it with my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Then her body stiffened and she moaned aloud as her climax burst over her.

She lay still breathing deeply while I licked her clean. Like a cat lapping up its cream I lapped up her bittersweet juices. Gently licking clean her sticky thighs and around and inside her pussy until she reached down to pull me up the bed to lie next to her.

She put her arms around me and held me tight.

"Good girl." She whispered, and I felt myself glow at her compliment.

She stroked my back with her fingertips and I shivered as goose pimples rose on my flesh.

Her hand slipped down between my legs and she stroked my wet pussy lips with her fingers. Bringing her hand back up in front of my face she whispered "Dear me" in mock annoyance at the glistening juices she found on her fingers.

"You know the rules," she said slowly her eyes fixed on mine. "Mistress gets to cum whenever she wants. But you my little pleasure pet, you must learn patience and self-control. I will say when you can cum." 

I felt my body start to flush and the submission I craved burned inside me.

"Mistress, just doing what You ask and pleasing You is my reward." I answered softly as I felt her hug me tighter. 

"Good! Because this belongs to me." She said firmly as her hand dived between my thighs and her fingers entered me quickly. I gasped as her fingers twisted inside me and shockwaves of pleasure rippled through me as she rubbed and stroked.

"Just remember that." She smiled wickedly as her fingers burrowed deeper into me.

Our bodies lay entwined, pressed together. Our breasts crushed against each, nipples rubbing. Her arms holding me tight. She kept her fingers inside me, holding on to her property as she drifted off to sleep. Throughout that long hot night she would wake and then her fingers would play. Rubbing and stroking until she drifted of to sleep again. 

Come the morning, with my Mistress still holding on to her property I was begging her for permission to cum.



Service



Chapter One

There were many reasons why John should love that sound, but he still dreaded it. Even after three months, he still shivered with dread every time the door to Mistress Dianna's room creaked open. He never knew what mood his Mistress would be in. He liked when She was horny or playful, but after his third day here when She'd had an argument with her boyfriend, he trembled at her approach. John listened as the footstep approached the closet in which he was bound, captive and slave to Mistress' every whim. He steadied himself, knowing what was coming. The door flew open, Mistress Dianna standing in front of his eyes. He looked at the floor.

"It's time for you to come out of the closet!" she laughed, grabbing a fist full of hair and dragging him into the room. She leant down and undid the handcuffs behind his back. "Is that better?" she asked mockingly.

"Yes Mistress" said John. In fact, it really was better, he hadn't been let out of those cuffs for about 3 days now and they were really starting to hurt.

John heard Mistress Dianna walk into the closet behind him. "Crawl to the bathroom, slave!" she ordered, "Wait for me once you get there!"

"Yes Mistress" said John. He leant forward onto his recently free hands and winced as he put pressure on them. The circulation was returning and every touch on his palm was like a hot iron pressing against his skin. Slowly, he made his way to the bathroom and got into position. He put his head on the floor beside the toilet and put his ass in the air, ready for inspection. If the butt-plug had moved he'd be in trouble.

Mistress Dianna came in about five minutes later and sat on the edge of the tub behind him. "I'm glad that it hasn't moved," she said calmly, nudging the plug with her spiked heel, "but I'm a little disappointed that I won't get to whip you for playing with it this time."

Each night, when Mistress Dianna put john away in the closet, she would dip the plug in deep heat before sliding it into her slave's tender ass. Each night, until now, John had been unable to resist the urge to move the plug to ease the sensation, but last night he had held his discipline and put up with the torture.

Mistress Dianna got up and walked to the door. "Do your business, slave" she cackled as she left the room. She never got tired of making him pose in the morning, after ten hours of being sat still in her closet, her slave was always desperate to relive his bowel and bladder, the little delay was great fun for her. John quckly got up and sat on the toilet. He removed the butt-plug and quickly emptied into the bowl. He flushed the toilet and got into the freezing shower, he was only allowed hot water once a week as a reward. He got out of the shower and resumed his position on the bathroom floor.

"I'm glad you're finished, slave. I need a piss." Mistress Dianna had been stood behind the door the whole time, enjoying the suffering of her slave. John turned onto his back and opened his mouth wide as Mistress Dianna stepped over him. He grimaced when he saw how bloody her pussy was, she must have just come on. "Drink it all down then clean me up!" she said as she pressed he cunt against his waiting mouth. John drank the tangy fluid as fast as he could to keep up with the steady stream coming from his Mistress. As Mistress Dianna squeezed off the last drops into her slave's mouth, John was already sliding his tongue into his Mistress' hole, licking Her pussy clean. He could taste the blood, but he knew better than to stop.

"Very good, slave" said Mistress Dianna, standing up so her slave could breathe a little. She wiped her pussy with some tissue and saw no trace of her period, "I think you might get away without any lashes today. Now get downstairs and fix my breakfast."

John wiped his face with some tissue and headed on downstairs to prepare breakfast...

Chapter two

John always thought about the same things while he prepared breakfast for his Mistress. He always wondered how he ended up in this position. It's not that he hated being here, he loved serving his Mistress when She was feeling good, but when She had a bad day, John knew about it.

He cracked some eggs into a pan and started to scramble them.

He thought about his life before this one, working a dead-end job for a company that didn't care less. Going home at night to a family he barely recognised and spending every evening jacking off at his computer. He was happier now, even while he suffered. 

He put some toast under the grill.

He'd met Mistress Dianna in a chat room, she'd suggested meeting up to play. He booked a week off work and told his wife he was going to a conference. That night he was standing at the door of this spacious house a mile from the nearest town. After ringing the doorbell, a beautiful woman came to the door, Mistress Dianna. She ushered him into a warm living room. There was another guy sat on the couch and there was some awful reality show on the TV.

John put the toast on a plate and buttered it. He slid the eggs from the pan onto the toast and put the plate on the table with a knife and fork. He carefully placed a dish over the plate to keep the food warm then knelt down beneath the table.

She'd introduced the guy on the couch as her boyfriend then ordered John to strip. He'd done as instructed without hesitation despite his concerns about Mistress Dianna's boyfriend being present. "Your first job," Mistress Dianna had said, "is to keep me happy." Mistress Dianna had walked around her new toy and inspected him, before pushing him to his knees. She'd moved right in front of her toy's face. "Your second job," she'd said with a chuckle, "is to keep my boyfriend happy." With that, she'd stepped away to reveal her boyfriend standing naked in the middle of the room.

John shuffled back as his Mistress put a bowl of food under her chair and sat down. He leant forward and started taking bites of dog food straight from the bowl as his Mistress rested her feet on his back.

"Did you understand what I said, you stupid little shit?" she'd snarled at her toy, "You have to please him too. Crawl over to his feet and then suck his cock!" This wasn't what John had signed up for, but he didn't want to call it quits for the week already. He'd crawled over to the guy, he was about 5'11 and well built, imposing compared to John's flab. John had then signed his fate.

John licked the last of the dogfood from the bowl and waited patiently for his Mistress to finish. After a moment, he watched as Mistress Dianna scooped her crusts into the dog bowl. There was a big green bogey on one of the pieces, a little "present" for her slave. John got straight into devouring the leftovers.

John had crossed the last line in his morals. He was sucking cock for someone else's pleasure. He gagged at the thought. It was a big mistake, Mistress Dianna had seen him and had quietly walked up behind him, "You want to gag?" she'd snarled, "Then fucking gag!" with that, she'd slammed her toy's head forward onto her boyfriend's nine inch cock and held it there. John had fought for breath, bravely, but started to gag heavily. He'd started to try to fight his way out, but Mistress Dianne was to strong. He'd felt the cum shoot into his throat and had felt the cock getting softer in his mouth.

That was all he remembered of that night. He'd passed out and had woken up bound spread eagle on his Mistress' bed.

Chapter three

After breakfast, John made his way back upstairs and drew his Mistress a bath. He then knelt down at the side of the bath and waited. Most of his life was waiting for his Mistress. It frustrated him and his Mistress knew it. After a few minutes, Mistress Dianna came into the bathroom. She was wearing just a towel and a pair of heels. John swiftly undid each shoe then slipped them from his Mistress' feet. He then sat up and Mistress Dianna draped the towel over his head.

John knelt there while his Mistress bathed, knowing better than to move. Mistress Dianna was done in a few minutes and as she stepped out of the bath, she swept the towel from her slave's head and patted herself dry. She didn't allow her slave to do this, he enjoyed it too much. "Shoes!" she barked at her slave. John crawled quickly from the room, back to the closet. He selected the shoes from today's pigeon hole and, holding the straps in his mouth, crawled back to the bathroom where Mistress Dianna was waiting. He gently slid the stilettos onto his Mistress' feet, fastening them gently before applying a kiss to each of his Mistress' toes.

"Well done, slave," Mistress Dianna said with a smile, "you've been so good this morning, I think I'll let you do the chores today without shackles. You will still wear the shock collar, but you can walk properly today." With that, Mistress Dianna left the bathroom to get dressed and left her slave to clean up after her. Normally, John would wear steel shackles around his legs with a chain only a foot long to stop him running away. He also wore a shock collar that was as powerful as a tazer and kicked in if he left the house or garden. All of these would be padlocked in place and the key would be taken to work by Mistress Dianna, along with a remote control for the collar, just in case she got bored.

But today, there would be no shackles, so John could clean in record time. After straightening up the bathroom, John crawled to his Mistress' bedroom and knelt at the door. Mistress Dianna was already dressed and was just finishing her make-up. She only wore a little, she was naturally beautiful, but she liked to add just a subtle touch. Since her boyfriend had left a few weeks ago, she'd taken more time with the makeup, making that extra effort.

Mistress Dianne opened the drawer of her dresser and took out the shock-collar and padlock. She walked over to her slave and tenderly placed the collar around his neck. She pulled it tight and locked it in place. John could feel the electrodes digging into his neck, but he tried to ignore the pain. "I'll be home early tonight, slave," said Mistress Dianna, "make sure dinner is ready when I get home. To make sure, I'll shock you three times to give you enough warning." With that, she marched down the hall, down the stairs and out the door.

John listened for the car starting, and was pleased to hear his Mistress drive away. It was nine thirty. He immediately got to work tidying the house. There wasn't much to do and he was done before eleven. He walked back to the closet and curled up for some well earned sleep.

John's sleep was interrupted by the doorbell, which rather cruelly sent a signal to the shock collar. John quickly ran downstairs, pausing only to look at the clock on the dresser, it was one o'clock. When he reached the door, John got on his knees and took a breath. He always hated opening the door. The postman was used to the sight of him, knelt on the floor, hands behind his back with his legs chained and nothing more than a collar on his neck, his small cock hanging limply in the cold breeze. Still, John disliked this task and begrudgingly opened the door. Mistress Dianna stood in the doorway, a man stood next to her. "Slave, meet my new boyfriend."

Chapter four

Although he'd seen it coming, John was in a minor state of shock. It had been just him and his Mistress for several weeks now and he was enjoying being the only object of her attention. He did not miss cleaning the cum from his Mistress' ass with his tongue. He did not miss the moods his Mistress would be in after an argument. And he really did not miss the forced face fucking that he'd get when he forgot to polish his Mistress' boyfriend's shoes.

"Greet him properly then, slave," taunted Mistress Dianna, "I want Daniel to feel at home."

John crawled through the open door to Dan's feet and sat up. He reluctantly unfastened Dan's belt and slowly undid his trousers. John was surprised to see that Dan wasn't wearing underwear and stopped for a second. "Don't you dare freak out again, slave!" warned his Mistress, "Suck it!"

Dan's cock was much bigger than John had ever dealt with before, not that he'd sucked many cocks. He gingerly took the soft cock in his mouth, conscious that he was outside, and started to lick and suck. It wasn't long before his mouth was filled by the gigantic cock protruding from Dan's muscular torso, and John was starting to struggle.

"Ok slave," called Mistress Dianna, "I noticed that there is no food ready, so later you will be punished. Right now, though, I want some lunch."

John welcomed this order and hurried to the kitchen to fix some sandwiches. He buttered the bread as carefully as he could before preparing the salad. Finally, he carefully placed two slices of chicken breast into each sandwich and plaed them on the table where his Mistress and Dan were waiting. "Well done, slave," said his Mistress, "now go upstairs and wait in the closet."

John did as he was told, keen to leave the happy couple behind. He heard his Mistress whisper to her new lover that they would have lots of fun tonight as he scuttled up the stairs. He made his way to the closet and lay down as best he could and got some sleep.

It was dark when John woke up again, there was no light piercing the crack beneath the closet door. He heard footsteps approaching and quickly got to his knees. He heard his Mistress open the door to her dresser then walk to the closet door. The closet light came on and John was dazzled by the brightness, he didn't even notice that his Mistress had opened the door. 

Once his eyes had adjusted, he was quickly thrust back into darkness, Mistress Dianna had put a hood over his head. Mistress Dianna and Dan dragged the slave across to the bed and rapidly tied his arms to the bedposts on the other side, leaving the slave's arse exposed. "I know you've never actually fucked a man before, slave," giggled Mistress Dianna, "but now both me and my man are going to take turns fucking you!"

John wanted to cry out and beg his Mistress not to, but he knew better, it would only make things worse. "Now because you failed to make lunch on time, we're not going to bother with any lube!"

John screamed as he felt the hard cock pierce his dry arsehole. He couldn't help it, it hurt so much. He'd never had anything up his ass without lube before, and now he knew why. It felt like he was being torn in two, but the cock kept thrusting into his sore ass. After a moment, John felt the cock removed from his tender arsehole.

"That was just a dildo, you pathetic little shit!" Mistress Dianna laughed as Dan approached the slave, "Now for a real one."

It wasn't as bad this time, but John still screamed. Dan's cock was much bigger than the strapon he'd just been violated with. Dan was much stronger too, thrusting with far more speed and power than John could have imagined. It wasn't long before John lost sensation in his sensitive hole, but he could still feel the huge cock assaulting his insides. "I'm gonna cum, babe" John heard. Dan was obviously enjoying this act of, what John could only describe as, rape.

"In his mouth, baby," said Mistress Dianna.

John felt Dan's cock quickly withdraw from his ass and was soon greeted by dazzling light and a huge greasy cock as the hood was ripped from his head. John felt a sharp jolt in the collar on his neck as his Mistress hit the power and found his mouth opening wide, beyond his control. 

Mistress Dianna stopped the current and stood back as she watched her new boyfriend thrust his cock into her slave's waiting mouth. She slowly stroked her strapon while her boyfriend pumped furiously at the slave's throat. She watched her boyfriends face turn to pure pleasure as she walked behind the unsuspecting slave. When she was satisfied that Dan was about to cum, she stepped in behind her slave and waited.

John couldn't scream, despite the cruel violation his Mistress just committed. As John felt Dan shoot into his reluctant throat, his Mistress had brutally thrust her strapon into his already abused arsehole. He needed to breathe, but was starting to choke on Dan's cum, there was a lot of it. Tears were streaming down John's face by the time Dan removed his now soft cock from the slave's mouth. Mistress Dianna swiftly followed suit, drawing the rubber cock out of her slave's torn and bloodied arsehole.

"Good boy, slave," said Mistress Dianna, taking her boyfriend by the hand, guiding him slowly from the room, "now clean off my cock." She removed the leather harness, placed it carefully in front of her slave's face and walked out of the room, chuckling to herself as she heard her slave crying onto the rubber cock that had just ruined his ass.

Chapter five

It was light when John woke up. The warm sunlight was streaming through the windows onto his face. He tried to shield his eyes, but his arms were still bound from the night before. In front of him lay the strapon his Mistress had been using the night before, a black rubber cock fixed into a leather harness. Despite his attempts to clean it, there were flecks of blood on the cock from John's ravaged asshole.

There was something pressing on John's back. He looked around to see his Mistress asleep at the top of the bed, her legs stretched out across his body. She was wearing a sheer negligee with nothing underneath and looked angelic in the warm morning light. John considered his options, he could wake his Mistress up so as to start his chores at the risk of being punished, or he could wait for his Mistress to wake up in her own time then be punished for not doing his chores. 

The decision was made for him when Mistress Dianna began to stir. "Good morning, slave," she said, half yawning as she stretched, "I hope you enjoyed last night, I certainly did."

"Yes Mistress" replied John. It was all he could muster as his mind went over the previous night's events.

"I'm glad," smiled Mistress Dianna, "you'll be seeing a lot more of Dan soon. After fucking you last night, we decided that Dan would be better as a slave than a lover."

John's face fell. Am I being replaced, he thought.

"Don't worry yourself, slave," continued Mistress Dianna, "I'm not replacing you, I'm merely reassigning you. You see, you do such a good job of all the chores nd are so obedient that you're not as fun anymore. Your new role will be one that I think all three of us will enjoy." A mischievous smile crossed her face as she looked at her slave, bound exposed and helpless next to her, "Your new role will be as my pleasure slave. Your first job in your new role will be to make sure I am adequately awake this morning."

Inside, John was jumping for joy. He didn't hate doing household chores, but he didn't exactly love it either. All he could do was smile as his Mistress leant over and untied his wrists. 

"Start with my toes!" ordered Mistress Dianna, thrusting her feet towards her slave.

John immediately got to work. He started by kissing his Mistress' toes, and then slowly took each one into his mouth, sucking gently and flicking them with his tongue causing his Mistress to moan softly. John licked between his Mistress' toes and listened as her breath caught. Mistress Dianna started to push her foot further into her slave's mouth, her slave gratefully receiving it, still licking at her toes.

John now had nearly half of his Mistress' left foot in his mouth now and he could feel her toes wiggling against the back of his tongue. He started to gag, his teeth catching on his Mistress' foot. He flinched as a sharp smack was administered to his back.

"Watch your teeth, slave!" said Mistress Dianna. She always kept a riding crop under her pillow, it saved having to get up, and was now replacing it having chastised her slave.

John got to work with renewed vigour, turning his attentions to his Mistress' other foot. Once again he licked and sucked as his Mistress moaned in pleasure. 




Service



"Now, slave," moaned Mistress Dianna, "do you want to lick my pussy?"

John stopped sucking on his Mistress' toes and looked up at her face. "Yes please, Mistress," he begged, "please let Your worthless slave pleasure Your delicious pussy."

"You may, slave" replied Mistress Dianna.

Mistress Dianna smiled as she watched her slave crawl up towards her, this quickly changed as her slave's tongue touched her sensitive clit.

John licked gently at his Mistress' clit then slowly rolled his tongue up and down his Mistress' labia before sliding it deep into her vagina. As he had expected, he found plenty of Dan's cum in his Mistress. "I'd only just finished with Dan when I came to bed, slave" he heard his Mistress say, "make sure you clean my properly and pleasantly."

John continued sliding his tongue in and out of his Mistress, pressing his nose against her clit on every thrust. He could taste the cum in his Mistress' pussy and felt himself getting hard. John didn't like sucking cock, but he loved eating cream pies, and Mistress Dianna knew it.

John held his breath as his Mistress grabbed him tightly by the hair and pulled his face right into her crotch. He kept his tongue deep in his Mistress as she thrust hard against him, fucking his face. John was soon desperate for air, but he kept licking deep inside his Mistress' cum-filled pussy.

"Yes, slave," called Mistress Dianna, "yes!" She pulled her slave's face harder against her. "Fuck yes!" she screamed as her orgasm shook her body. She released her slave's head to let him breathe.

John took a breath and then pushed his face back into his Mistress' mound. He tongued hard as another orgasm rocked his Mistress, tightening around his aching tongue. He slowly withdrew his tongue from his Mistress and looked up at her smiling face.

"Well done, slave," said Mistress Dianna, "That's all for this morning, I'll be expecting much more when I get back from work. Now fetch me my robe, I want a shower." She watched her slave get up and walk across the room. She had dark plans for this one. She wasn't sure how exactly to go about it, but she knew where she wanted her slave to be. He had a long road ahead.

As John walked back across the room to his Mistress, he saw an unfamiliar glint in her eye, but he thought nothing of it.

"Thank you, slave" smiled Mistress Dianna, "I'll take care of my showering from now on." She walked swiftly from the room, leaving her slave stood naked, hard and exposed in the middle of the room, still wearing his shock collar.



Service



I begin to awaken after a long peaceful sleep. The slow turns of the ceiling fan create a gentle breeze that breathes across the bare skin of my upper body. Reflexively, I roll to your side of the bed. The soft sheets gently caress my body. You're not there, but faint wisps of your scent remain with traces of your warmth you only just left behind. I inhale your fragrance and my hips instinctively react, tightening with a single searching thrust toward your recent presence.

A familiar stirring begins to flow within my soft cotton sleep shorts, my only attire. No underwear binds my rippling desire. Last night, I simply omitted them as superfluous. I wanted to allow easy access should you have desired more than just a goodnight kiss. Silently available to your potential erotic whim, I had the exciting sense of being your chamber servant; ready to service my mistress' lust. Last night's disappointment only heightens this morning's longing. And my longing begins to fill my shorts.

I crack a hungry eye. The dim light of the fading night allows the pink hue of our bedroom walls to peek through. The warm color entices me further.

I glance at your nude portrait on the wall. I see your soft flesh and naked feminine form. Coyly, you obscure your womanly mysteries, but your seductive expression invites me to come and partake.

My simmering desire is piqued. My mind locks on the magnificent woman who is willing to take off her clothes in a studio and pose naked for me, the body she strips to entice me, the flesh she bares and teasingly hides with her hair and leg while wearing only jewelry and her wedding rings. No clothing mars the beauty of her nudity.

In brighter light, the pink walls now remind me of the soft layers of your pink flesh, moist with the dew of desire. I am swimming in your wetness, touching and fondling damp lips and exploring your deep cavern with my fingers, kissing them, sucking them into my mouth, licking the soft folds of your pleasure. Consuming the taste of your juices, I taste your luscious ambrosia. I stroke your clitoris with my tongue, licking teasing sucking, delighting myself in your every twitch and tremor. I lie in bed imagining I am engulfed in your flesh, swallowed inside you like Jonah. But unlike Jonah, I don't want to leave my fleshly confinement. I prefer to remain wrapped in your soft warm pinkness.

Having kissed you, lip to lip, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, I know your love is sweeter than chocolate, your aroma more delightful that the most luscious delicacy. I have taken you away to the country, to the suburbs, to the city. We have known one another everywhere.

Colorado, Texas, New Mexico. We have withdrawn within our private shelters to taste each other's fruit, dining together, devouring one another. 

Arizona, Oklahoma, Utah. I have danced with your twinkling eyes and covered myself in the luxury of your soft smooth hair. I have touched you; your arms face neck shoulders. I have embraced your soft breasts, fondled their smoothness, grazed on their sweetness.

Washington, Oregon, Califonia. I have entered your garden, tasted your love, drank of your warm sweet waters, and inhaled the earthy musky scent of your pleasure.

Montana, Idaho, Wyoming. Your shapely waist has drawn me, your graceful legs have opened to me, your curved hips have bent to me, your soft buttocks have turned to me and captivated me as I lay hands on you and enter the open blossom of your desire.

Florida, Brazil, Canada. You have spread for me a banquet of your mouth-watering flesh, your intoxicating juices and the satiating glory of your deep love. I've filled myself, greedily returning for more of you to feed my ravenous lust for your sex.

I must have you, now. My penis is rigid in my shorts, defying their covering. Still in bed, I slip them off and toss them away. My hardness bursts out, standing thick and long in the dark brown bush of my pubic hair. I am no longer content to lay in bed thinking about you.

I want the woman who slipped off her panties in the car after Mark and Lara's wedding reception and went into the restaurant commando with the bride's family, and enjoyed knowing I knew she was bare underneath in there with me.

I want the woman who took off her jeans in the car outside Spokane to let me reach inside her panties and caress her vulva as we drove down the highway, close to orgasm as we approached the city. I drove into Spokane with one hand on the wheel and one hand in your panties, fingering your eager clitoris until you came in town.

I want the woman who drove with me to my parent's house when they were out of town so we could skinny dip in their pool. You swam laps in the nude as I watched your wet naked body cut through the water. We made out in the hot tub and made love half submerged under the stars.

I want the woman who put on her black top, sexy heels and black mini-skirt and let me photograph her in several alluring poses; bottomless in one shot, but showing only what is above the table; clearly topless in another, taken from behind, but cut just above the waist with legs parted in a very tantalizing silhouette; and one picture where, except for the pearls, you were nude, but showing only head and shoulders.

I want the woman who takes sensuous photos of me as she did in our backyard, in Riverside, Costa Mesa and Redlands. And arranged for us to have out portrait made by a friend in the local newspaper's portrait studio where we stripped off our clothes for a short photo session together in an Adam-and-Eve-like pose.

I want the woman I had in front of a sliding glass door overlooking the Bay with only the light of the stars and moon reflecting over tranquil waters; who took me to the tropics and in the midst of a tropical rain, took me; whom I dragged out back during a driving thunderstorm and screwed on the picnic table.

I want the woman who opens her legs and invites me to devour her, focusing on her clitoris, licking and sucking, kissing and fondling while she plays with her nipples, writhing in intense pleasure; who masturbates for me, sometimes at my request and sometimes because she wants to; who lets me look at and ogle her body in various states of dress and undress for my pleasure; who plays silly sex games with me because I think it's fun.

I want the woman with whom I have tumbled so many times into a heap of twisting flesh; who lies on her back, guides my erection into her and kisses me as I lie on top of her thrusting gently, slowly or faster and harder than that, humping you enthusiastically; who goes down on me, gently licking, stroking and sucking me; who rolls over on top of me and slides herself down over my protruding member and rides me with gusto; who turns around, offering her genetalia to my mouth as she takes mine in hers.

I leap out of bed. I want you, need you. Every encounter we have ever had swirls in my memory as I seek out the object of my lust. I prowl, hunting you in our home, willing to hunger no more. My naked body slinks through the house; my reaching longing erection searches for its home. I move steadily through the living room, my excitement bouncing happily in anticipation of touching you, stroking you, filling you.

I see you lounging on the back porch, sipping coffee as a cool morning breeze gently brushes the soft red hair descending around your tranquil face, bright and fresh as the sunrise. You look up as I open the back door and enter your sanctuary.

Your eyes don't linger over the lean contours of my naked body for long. My rigid erection is ready now. Your eyes sparkle and your face brightens as you rise silently in front of me and turn your back to me. My flesh is full and warm with my fervor, steadfastly hardened in my determination to find you and have you.

You reach to unfasten your shorts and slowly, deliberately wiggle them with your panties down to your ankles. You hand me the nearby tube of "personal lubricant" and lean over the table as you slip one foot free of your pants and open your legs, ready to service me.

I slather the lube all over my penis. It jerks sharply in response to touch. I am already on edge. When I finish, I grab your hips. You reach down between your legs to pilot my shaft where you want it to be. It twitches again as you gently lovingly nestle it at the opening of your vagina. I slowly begin to press inside of you. I am deliciously swallowed. My engorged flesh pushes deeper and deeper within your body and you press back, receiving me willingly, gladly. I feel your flesh stretching around me as I fill you with mine.

I thrust slowly, pumping you gently at first, savoring the sweet friction of your warm vagina over my penis. I increase my tempo a little, firmly grasping your hips. You gleefully meet my thrusts faster and faster and faster until I am furiously humping you. You brace yourself on the table and desperately try to keep up with the pounding you receive. Your hair flays and the soft flesh of your body shudders with the shock of each impact. Our bodies repeatedly collide, slapping together as I hammer you in frenzied lust. I have no aim other than my orgasm, as quick as possible. 

I feel my semen rising under pressure through my loins to the joint where our bodies are coupled tightly together. I grunt and roar as my orgasm splashes inside your eager surrendered hole. I spray my seed like a geyser, filling you with the gusher my testicles can no longer carry. You take wave after wave after wave of my pressurized cum. The thick fluid is continually pumped from a seemingly inexhaustible reservoir inside me. I clasp your hips as my erection spits the final throes of my eruption into you.

"Mmm," you say. "Are you finished? How was it?"

"Glorious. Thank you."

"So, was it good?"

"Oh, yes. It was very good."

"I like to service you. It's kinda hot."

"Is it?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm really glad you like it."

"Oh, I do."

"I do, too."

"Yeah, it kinda got me up."

"It did?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to get off, too?"

"Ummm, would you mind? You don't have to."

"Would you like to be serviced, too?"

"Ooo, yeah."

I slide my now limp penis out of you as you stand. You turn to face me, cast your arms around my neck and kiss me full on the mouth. It is a long, sloppy and hungry kiss. Then you back up to the table, sit on the edge and spread your legs to be serviced. 

I kneel before you. A stream of my semen has trickled down your thigh. I stroke your enlarged outer lips softly. With my finger tips, I tenderly tickle your swollen inner lips. You put your hands in my hair, wordlessly telling me what you want me to do. I slowly slip my finger past the lips to find you wet and messy inside. Then I slide my moistened finger out and over your clitoris. You flinch sharply.

"Oh, yeah," you say.

I finger your clitoris. You moan and gasp your breathless approval. But you persist in your unspoken request. You pull my head closer to you, guiding my mouth to your open sex. I succumb to your craving, locking my mouth on your lips and sucking robustly. Then my tongue breaches your flesh, wiggling in to the one organ you need me to attend to. I lick you and suck you.

Your hands fly to your chest. You lift your shirt and bra, exposing your breasts, and manipulate your nipples while I suck on your clit. And I suck and I lick. I suck and I lick. I suck and I lick. You become frantic, working yourself up through your nipples as you buck your hips into my mouth. Your tension builds and your succulent juices, mixed with my own, begin to flow like sweet champagne. You take irregular and deep breaths as you teeter on the brink of your mounting explosion. 

You start to moan, and your moans give way to shouts, and your shouts give way to wails. You shriek, demanding that I finish you. I jam my mouth to your vulva and grind my tongue across your clitoris slowly, pressing hard. You throw back your head and scream. Writhing and convulsing around my face, your orgasm races through your shuddering body, seizing you with intense electrical ecstasy. I feel each quiver and spasm in my open mouth plastered to your vulva as I gorge on your bliss.

When the tremors subside, you raise me to my feet and reward me with a forceful, protracted kiss. Our fluids are smeared all over each other's groins and my face, but we lock mouths as we often do after making love, in the mutual gratitude of passions fulfilled.



Service



I open my email and see a message from you and immediately click on it.

To: Abby
From: Al
March 21, 2013  9:00am
Subject:  Service

Your services are required at the Adolphus Hotel room 2014.  You'll be there on your knees waiting for me at noon during your lunch hour.  Make arrangements that you'll be having a long lunch and will be late returning to the office.  Dress appropriately. 

I stare at the monitor for a moment and can't believe how bold you're being.  We've been teasing each other in email, innocent touches, and flirty little looks for the past month, but nothing this serious.  This must be a joke.   

I look up and notice you standing near the break room with your morning cup of coffee.  Your eyes bore into mine as you tip your mug to me in acknowledgment and then you walk off toward your office.  I stand up, on slightly unsteady legs, and head in your direction following you to your office.

From behind your desk, you look up to see me hesitating in your doorway.  "Did you need something?" you ask.

"I got your email..." I drift off, not sure what to say.  My eyes fall to the floor.

"Was I unclear?"

"Umm.. No.  You were quite specific.  I guess I just wanted to know if you were serious," I answer.

You don't respond.  The silence is palpable and when I look up you catch me with your stare.  Tick Tick Tick.  Your finger taps the lip of your coffee mug as you leer at me with an intensity I wasn't prepared for.  You trap me with your eyes, a rabbit looking into the eyes of a wolf before he pounces.  I am helpless, naked and vulnerable under your scrutiny.  And like the rabbit I feel the urge to run.

"Yes, well.  Ok then.  I guess I'll see you at noon."  I start to babble in my nervousness and dig my nails into my palms to keep from rambling.  After several long, pregnant seconds without a response, I nod once and turn to walk back to my cube.  My legs no less wobbly on the return trip.

I sink into my desk chair, exhausted, like I'd just gone ten rounds.  I flick the mouse with a finger and the screen brightens to display your email again.  I reread your word focusing on the last line.  Dress appropriately.

I wish that I didn't know what you meant, but I do.  I remember you once mentioned that we should go back to business attire here in the office.  "How can anyone take us seriously when we're dressed like we're still in college."  

I glance down at my jeans and t-shirt.  In my mind I calculate the time it would take me to drive home, change into something appropriate and be back downtown to the hotel.  "Fuck," I say under my breath.  This will be longer than just a "long lunch."

I tell my boss that there's an emergency and am leaving for the day.  I grab my purse and dart to my car.

I stand in front of my closet at a complete loss.  My bedroom looks like a tornado whipped through it spewing dresses and lingerie all over.  "Appropriate," I mutter.  "What the fuck is appropriate?!?"

I am wearing two different stockings and two different high heels.  A pair of mint green panties and a red bra.  I can't even decide on the "appropriate" underwear.  This is hopeless.  I sink down onto the corner of my bed and drop my head into my hands.

I am not going to cry.  I'm not.

I glance at my bedside clock and I try to reign in my tumultuous emotions.  Kicking off the mismatched shoes, I pad into the bathroom to fix my makeup and hair.  I'm a minimalist when it comes to cosmetics.  I hate the feeling of all that goop on my face all day.  Even when I do wear it, it's with a light hand.  A bit of powder, a swipe of mascara and pink lipstick with a hint of gloss.
Now that my lips are a pretty pink, it will be easier to deal with my closet.  A limited menu is best for me.  I keep gravitating toward one particular dress.  It's not what I'd call business or professional, it's more soft and pretty.  I want to mold myself into the sexy secretary look, but it isn't really me.

I take the dress off its hanger and hold it up to my body.  It's a white dress with bright pink and purple flowers that swirl around the sides leaving a white patch down the center and back, as if the flowers are hugging me.  Wide shoulder straps leave my arms bare and it has a high neck and back.  But because it hugs my body, it's not exactly demure.  The hem is just above the knee and falls in waves.  When I spin it flares out and reminds me of spring.  And since it's the 2nd day of spring I feel this is "appropriate" even if it isn't typically business.  At least it's a dress and not jeans and a t-shirt.

I peel off the one black and one blue stocking and pull out a pair of white ones, and then dismiss the idea of stockings altogether.  This dress screams for bare legs.  Now that I have the dress picked out, the shoes aren't a hard decision.  When I bought the dress, I planned on wearing open toe spring wedges, but that really wasn't quite sexy enough for this engagement.  I slip on strappy high heeled sandals instead.

I arrive at the hotel at 11:45.  I walk toward the front desk and realize I have no clue what to say.  Your email indicated you'd made a reservation, but under whose name?  All I have is a time and room number, but I know that there's no way I'm getting a key without providing an ID.  

"I have a reservation under Abby Grace Barnet," I say to the front desk clerk.

Thankfully I didn't have any issues.   After providing my driver's license and a quick signature, the woman at the desk gave me directions to the room.  I congratulated myself on conducting this transaction professionally and without any nervous hiccups, and then she asked if I'd need assistance with my bags.

"Oh, my bags.  Umm.  No, I won't need any help with my bags." I managed to get out and I knew I was blushing furiously.  But did manage to pick up the door key without my hand shaking.

My heels clicked on the polished marble floor as I walked to the elevator.  I could feel the desk clerk's eyes on me the entire way.  I knew what she was thinking.  I'd be thinking it too.  Maybe next time I'd just wear a nametag that read "By The Hour."

When the door to the room shut behind me it was 11:55.  In some ways this is probably a good thing.  The longer I have to sit in here the more nervous I'd be.  Hell, scratch that.. I'm already shaking I'm so nervous.

I head for the bathroom to do a last minute check of my appearance.  I run my fingers through my hair and freshen up my lipstick.  Hopefully I'm appropriate enough.  I glance around the room and toss my purse onto the dresser.  I turn to look at the door and walk toward it.  There's a patch of tile in front of the door, but if I knelt there the door would hit me when it opened.  I ended up on the carpet to the side.

11:57.  These are going to be a very long three minutes.  I can see myself in the mirror from the sliding glass doors of the closet.  Kneeling on the floor in a hotel room waiting for a man so I can service him.  I feel and see my cheeks redden and the nervousness is building into a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.  I press my hands against my belly in an effort to calm my nerves.

11:58.  Each second is feeling like hours.  I look into the mirror at my submissive position and my flushed cheeks and suddenly the nervousness is at war with my arousal.  I feel how wet I'm getting.  I press my thighs a little closer together to ease the pressure inside my pussy.  I can't believe I'm going through with this.  Actually I can.  I've been wanting you for months now.  Imagining what it would be like to have your cock in my mouth.  I wonder how you knew that this is what I needed and wanted and craved.

11:59.  I close my eyes.  I can't look at myself anymore and I can't look at the clock either.  I'm just going to kneel here and close my eyes.  I've done this plenty of times before.. granted at church.  This is just going to be a different kind of worship.

I hear the slide of a card key in the lock outside the door and my eyes fly open.  It feels like my breath is caught, like right before the roller coaster climbs the first big hill, those few seconds that seem to last forever before it crests and drops and you're being pulled hard and fast toward the ground.

The door opens and I look up and watch you step inside the room and flinch as the door swings shut with a loud crash the way hotel doors do as they automatically lock.  Kneeling so close to the door I feel it resonate from my knees up through my body.  

You lean back against the door and look at me with your penetrating gaze that sears into my soul.  I fidget as you stare at me, lowering my head and run my hands along the skirt of my dress smoothing out invisible wrinkles.  Desperately hoping you don't notice how hands are trembling.  

Your shoes click along the tile and I glance up to see you walk past me.  You toss a bag onto the bed and return to circle me.  I keep my head bowed while you're inspecting me.  I feel like I'm on display at a meat market before realizing that's exactly what I am: on display.  For you.  

Your hand caresses down my cheek to cup my chin, and you tilt my head until I'm looking up at you.  "I like that you're bowing your head, but right now I want you to look at me.  Understand?"

I nod and my eyes drop back.  Realizing what I did, I quickly look back up.

"Words, Abby.  I need to hear them."

"Oh.  Yes, I understand," I answer.

"Tell me why you're here."

I don't answer immediately.  I'm at a loss and don't quite know how to answer you.  "Because you invited me."  It's almost more of a question than an answer.

"Yes, I did do that.  But why did I invite you here?" you persist.

I drop my eyes to the floor again. "To have sex with me," I whisper.

"No."  I look up showing my surprise and confusion at your denial.  "What was the subject line on the email?"

"Service," I answer.  I can answer any question regarding the text of your email.  They're scorched into my brain.

"Right.  You're here to service me."

"Oh." I know my cheeks are turning red again and my eyes concentrate on the carpet between my knees, my hair spilling forward hiding my flushed cheeks.

"You've looked away from me three times now, Abby.  You've racked up three punishments, and I don't think you'll want to add a fourth."

"Punishments?"  My shocked eyes seek yours.

"Yes.  You obviously need an object lesson to remind you to follow my directions."
The butterflies swarm back into my belly.  I pressed my hands to my stomach again, but manage to keep my eyes focused on your face.

"Why are you here?" you ask again.

"To service you," this time my answer was quick, if not steady.  My hands trembled against my abdomen.

"How are you going to service me?"

I catch myself before I look down again.  "How ever you want me to," I answer.

"Not good enough.  Tell me what you're going to do to service me."

"I'm going to suck your cock."

"Yes, you are.  You're also going to drink my cum aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes I'm going to drink your cum."  

"Then get to it."

You're leaning back against the door and I walk on my knees to reach you, crossing from the carpet onto the tile.  My hands are a little unsteady as I reach up to unbuckle your belt.  In the back of my head I still can't believe I'm doing this.  I had no idea when I woke up this morning that I'd end up in a hotel room blowing my office crush during lunch.

Once I have your belt open I cup your crotch and squeeze you through your pants before working on the button and zipper.  I'm gratified to hear you suck in a deep breath because of my touch.  I slide your pants down to your thighs, and forget about taking them completely off once I see your cock bounce free.  My hands cup your balls and I press a kiss between my hands on your sac before continuing to lick and kiss my way up to your head, and I take you into my eager mouth.  I suck on just your head as my fingers undulate beneath your balls.

My tongue swirls around your head and I'm rewarded with my first drop of precum and I moan against your cock as I get my first taste you.  I can't keep from wanting more and I slide down and take you deeper into my mouth before sliding back off.  I set a steady pace and bob my head up and down your cock.

You rest your hands on the back of my head and it makes me pause with your cock deep inside my wet mouth.  I look up at you as my cheeks flex with my sucking and my jaw extended to sink all of you inside my mouth.  It's not exactly a flattering position making my face the perfect receptacle for your cock, almost a male sex toy.  I watch your eyes as they darken and glaze over while you take in the view.  

Your hands fist into my hair and turn my head slightly toward the mirror beside us.  "Watch yourself, Abby.  How you're on your knees submissive to me and taking my cock into your mouth.  I want you to see what I see when I watch you fucking my cock with your mouth."

I see a woman on her knees completely dressed and a man with his pants down to his knees while she bobs up and down on his cock.  It's completely erotic, and I can't keep from speeding my tempo.  I feel a tug on my hair preventing me from going faster.  You force me to smooth out my movements, to slow down to the easy steady pace I had before.

Your cock is wet and shiny with my saliva and I can see my spit pooling onto your balls and coating my chin.  My lips are stretched tight around your cock forming an "O" sliding back and forth along your shaft.  

I slide up until I'm watching my lips brush across the top of your head.  There's something really arousing about watching myself as I sink down while I watch your cock disappear into my mouth.  I especially like watching my mouth contour around your thick head in the most sinful of kisses.
I sink beneath your cock and lick all the way up, my tongue dancing gracefully along your veins.  I slow and exaggerate all my movements for a better aesthetic appeal.  I never thought of making the act of cocksucking alluring.  It's always been something earthy and raw and instinctual, but never what I'd consider elegant or beautiful.  

Here I am in what my mother would call my 'Sunday best' while on my knees, turning an act that I'm sure has been performed numerous times in this room before, including those where money has exchanged hands, and I'm wanting to turn it into something magical and special.

"Look at her, Abby," you say.  "Doesn't she look pretty with a cock in her mouth?  Do you like watching her?"  Your hand touches my chin to direct my gaze toward the mirror.  Not that it was needed.  My eyes were on the woman in the mirror already, watching her, fascinated by her.  Aroused by her.  "Look at her soft pink lips.  See how they're stretched around my cock?  They look like they were made to wrap around a cock, don't you think?"

Your words distract me from watching my mouth around your cock.  I'm caught by the intensity in your eyes and the way that you're looking at me.  I've never known another man who could strip me bare and lay me open with just his eyes.  The heat of your gaze vanquishes the last of the butterflies from my stomach, and I feel more empowered than embarrassed.  

"Look in her eyes.  Do you see how much she fucking loves having my cock in her mouth?  Take a good look, Abby.  She's a good cocksucker isn't she?" you ask.

I can't answer your questions with your cock impaled in my mouth, and I don't think you mean for me to, other than with my renewed rhythm of sucking your cock deep into my throat.  I don't consider myself a particularly good cocksucker, but the woman in the mirror certainly looks like she is.  She looks like a fucking pro.

I can't keep from watching how sensual she looks.  The way her throat moves as your cock fills her mouth and the way her cheeks hollow out as they're tugging against the skin of your thick shaft.  It's hard to wrap my head around the fact that the woman in the mirror is actually me.  No matter what my inner desires are, this isn't me.  I don't do things like meet a colleague for a lunchtime rendezvous.  Especially one that revolves around me servicing him, and savoring every fucking minute of it.

I've never been a fan of porn before, but can see the fascination as I watch your cock being swallowed up by my mouth.  I never knew that watching myself in such a sexually explicit act would ignite such a fire inside in me.  I wonder if we're to have future lunch meetings like this if you'll bring a video camera.  My already wet pussy tightens at the thought of being able to watch this new wanton version of me over and over.

"I knew the day I set eyes on you, Abby.  Did you know that?" you say as your fingers comb through my hair, holding it back so that I have an unobstructed view of my face as I use my mouth to stimulate your cock in such a wicked and carnal way.  "I knew you would get on your knees for me.  I saw it in your eyes, your body language.  That you're a woman who would suck a man's cock in a hotel room on her lunch break."  

I don't know how you knew or what sign I may have given, but I'm grateful that you saw it.  That you're exploiting it.  Me.  I thought I did a better job of hiding it, this hunger of mine to be forcefully taken and used.  It's something I camouflage with an innocent facade of pretty dresses, soft pink lips and delicate blushes.  No one has ever looked deep enough to see the submissive that lives just under the surface of my good-girl exterior, until you with your penetrating eyes.

"It feels dirty, doesn't it, Abby?  Meeting a man just to suck his cock.  What kind of girl would do that?" you ask.  "I think you need a reminder of what you are."  Your hands tighten in my hair and pull me back off of your cock.  "Tell me what you are." 

I know what you want to hear, and oddly enough I want to say them.   "I'm a cocksucker."  My pussy clenches and I feel my juices soak into my panties as I speak my secret sinful words aloud.  I press my thighs together to ease some of the pressure building inside of me.

"Yes, you are, and you need a reminder of that."

You walk pass me into the room and come back carrying my purse and start to rummage through it.  I open my mouth to protest, but am silenced by your sharp look.

You pull out my phone and drop my bag onto the floor.  "Tell me again what you are," you demand as you slap your cock against my cheek.

This time the words come easier, like my mind and mouth just needed to get used to forming the words.  "I'm a cocksucker."  

"Then why isn't my cock in your mouth?"

I open my mouth and take you back down into my throat, sinking all the way to your balls like a good cocksucker would.  During my retreat back up along your shaft I hear the click of a camera.  I look up to see you taking my picture with my phone.

"That's it, Abby, look up into the camera," you say as you keep clicking pictures.  "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."

I try to forget about the click of the camera and go back to a steady rhythm of drawing your cock into my mouth.  But you won't let me forget.  You keep telling me how good my mouth looks in the pictures.  And what would my mother think if she saw them.  Her baby girl, down on her knees sucking a cock in her pretty floral dress.

Even bringing up my mother doesn't deter me from clutching your rod with my mouth.  In some twisted way it even adds to the excitement of acting so far out of character, or more accurately, out of my public persona.  The woman kneeling here using her mouth to service you is the real me.  

"You're going to keep these pictures on your phone, Abby.  I want you to look at them everyday to remind yourself what you've become, and every time I call you into my office you will show one to me."

I hear my phone drop to the floor onto my bag and feel your hands threading into my hair again.  This time your touch isn't gentle.  You make fists and pull me down hard onto your cock as you thrust forward with your hips.  This is the deepest your cock has been in my throat and I'm gagging on it.  The hotel room is suddenly alive with the sounds of your balls slapping my saliva soaked chin, the suctioning sound of me trying to control the overproduction of my saliva, my gagging, and your grunting.  What was a leisurely cocksucking has turned into a ferocious face fuck.




Service



"That's it, cocksucker, take it all."  You barely let me up for a breath before you slam my face back down gagging me again.  You continue to forcefully pound your cock repeatedly into my now-abused throat.  For the first time I feel a little frightened by your ferocity even though I can feel my juices dripping down and soaking my panties.  

"This is making you wet, isn't it?  Are you surprised how turned on you are right now?" you ask.  No one has ever spoken to me like this before.  Even knowing I have a hidden dark side inside of me, I never imagined that such filthy and degrading words would shoot right through my core.  As if each were a punch deep inside my aching pussy.  "Are you ashamed that it makes you so wet to suck cock on your knees in a hotel room like this?  It's cheap, isn't it?  And a nice girl like you shouldn't fucking love it so much.  But you do, don't you?"

I do, god help me I do love this, I think as I'm drawing in the taste of you deep into my mouth.  I'm in such a state of yearning that I'm beginning to whimper around you as your hands continue to force my face down up and down on your cock.

"You didn't even consider not coming, did you, Abby?  My email was clear.  You knew what I wanted.  And you never hesitated, did you?"

No, not coming was never an option.  The way you looked at me in your office, much like the way you're looking at me now, as if you own me.  Your eyes strip me bare and expose all my innermost desires and I'm helpless to resist.  

 "And now here you are, about to have the contents of my balls for your lunch."  At the mention of your balls my hands roam back up your thighs to cup your them in my hands again.  Feeling their heft and moaning as I realize that they are bigger and heavier than when I first pressed a kiss to them.  The thought of drinking down all of your cum drives me wild.  The salty precum I've been tasting is just a teasing little appetizer of the main course yet to come.  Your hands aren't having to pull me as hard onto your cock because I'm no longer passively being yanked, I'm driving myself forward in my thirst to guzzle your load.

 "I hope your pussy juices are running down your leg, Abby."  Your grunting has gotten faster and louder these last few thrusts and you're unable to complete multiple sentences without pausing between phrases to vocally express your response to the friction and suction of my mouth against your cock.  

 "Having your throat fucked makes your pussy ooze, doesn't it?"  I suck harder, my throat working double-time to suck the cum from your balls.  I'm so desperate to have your cum sliding down my throat that my knees are starting to tremble.  I'm hoping that from the force of my mouth alone I can draw out your sperm before I collapse in exhaustion.

With a final pull of my hair, a last thrust of your hips you jam your cock balls deep down into my throat, your steel grip holds me tight against you as your body stiffens.  I can feel your abdomen tighten against my forehead and then I feel the first hot wad of your cum hit the back of my throat propelled by your self-satisfied grunts.   

I want to cry out, but I can't because your sperm is branding its way down my throat.  I can only clutch onto your thighs and hold on as wave after wave of your thick viscous wad fountains into my mouth.  I gulp convulsively to keep up with the force of your stream.

"That's it, Abby, drink my sperm into your belly.  Do you feel dirty, drinking a man's cum kneeling in the entranceway of a hotel room?"  

Your spent cock slides out of my mouth and I slump forward and lay my head against your thigh.  I'm drained from the adrenaline high and can barely stay up on my knees.  I can't keep from being grateful that you've broken the lock on my inner prison.  I whisper, "thank you," and press a kiss against the skin I'm leaning on.  I can't keep from chanting it over and over and I know I must sound delirious.   In a peculiar way, your complete dominance over me has set me free.
Your hands brush my hair back from my neck.  You milk the last drop of cum from your cock and apply it just behind my ear as if it's perfume.  "You're going to wear that back to work.  I want you to wonder if anyone walking past you will get a whiff of the unmistakable scent of sex on you."

 "I'm not going back to work.  I took the rest of the day off," I replied.

 "Yes, you did, but now you're going to go back and tell your boss you no longer need the time off.  Your punishment will require that you return to work."

I look up wide-eyed at the mention of punishment.

 "You didn't think I'd forget about that did you?"

 "No."

 "No, what?"

"No, Sir."

 "Better.  Sir, will do from here on out.  Now, get up and go get on all fours on the bed."

 "Yes, Sir."

My legs are shaky as I walk to the bed.  I'm not sure what's going to happen, but the tone of your voice suggests I shouldn't ask.  I can hear you putting yourself back together, you tucking in your shirt and the zip of your pants.

I crawl up onto the bed and maneuver my dress out of the way of my knees.  It feels good to be on a soft surface instead of the tile of the entrance way.  You put your hands on the back of my legs just below the hemline of my dress.  Your hands glide up my legs as you raise my dress and flip it over onto my back, exposing my pink lacy panties.  I shiver as the cool air brushed across my bare skin.  Your hands continue up and over onto my back until you're pushing down between my shoulder blades, forcing me to drop my upper body down to my elbows, with my ass up in the air.

You take in a deep breath.  "You can't deny that you enjoyed being on your knees.  I can smell how much you liked it."  Your finger runs along my soaked panties.  "You know you won't be changing these before you go back to work, right?.  I want you to smell yourself and feel dirty about how sucking cock makes you so fucking wet."

Your fingers playing on the inside of my leg makes me shiver and my thighs spread involuntarily to give you more access.  I'm still wound up tight and want nothing more than feel your fingers push into my aching pussy.


"Look how you spread your legs for me.  You're turning into a complete slut before my eyes.  When you woke up this morning, it was a normal day.  You were still a normal girl.  Now you're a girl who sucks cock and spreads her legs in hotel rooms.  You can't undo that, Abby."  Your words continue to shoot into my pussy, and I'm quivering with need.  

Your thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties and slowly slide them down until they're stretched out between my legs.  I'm completely exposed to you, my ass bare and my pussy peeking out between my upper thighs.  Your hand caresses my ass, I feel the heat from your hand seeping into my cooler flesh.

Your hand leaves my skin, and I moan in protest at the absence of your touch.  But it's not absent for long as your hand cracks back down in a loud and stinging slap.  My moan is cut off by my shocked intake of breath as I gasp from the embarrassment of being spanked.

"Tell me why you're being punished," you demand.

 "Because I looked away from you when you told me not to, Sir," I answer.  You hand rhythmically circles my ass, gently easing the sting from the blow.

 "How many times did you disobey me?"

 "Three, Sir."

 "Very good.  For the first of your punishments you're going to receive a spanking.  Five licks should be sufficient for your first object lesson.  I am going easy on you this time, future spankings will not be this pleasant."

Your hand connects on my ass again.  I can't keep from crying out this time.  This swat made the first one feel like a love tap.  Tears are forming in my eyes and if this is easy I don't ever want to know what an unpleasant spanking would be like.  I cry out with third and fourth as well.  My tears have leaked down my cheeks and I'm crying in earnest as the last and final slap wallops onto my abused behind.

This time your caress isn't as soothing.  My sensitive flesh is too inflamed and I'm whimpering as your hand brushes against my abused skin, but even through the pain each swirl with your fingers resonates deep inside my pussy.

 "Now when I tell you to look at me, you'll remember this and you won't look away, will you."

 "No, Sir," I answer.

 "Good girl."  I hear a zipper being opened and I look back to see you rummaging in the bag that you brought in with you.  "Face forward."

 "Yes, Sir."  

I hear a click and then feel a cold liquid spilling onto my still heated ass.  You rub the slippery liquid all around my ass and in between my cheeks, and I tighten up as your finger rims around my asshole.  

 "You've never done this, have you Abby?" you ask as you place the pad of a finger against my little pucker.  "This is your second punishment.  You're going to return to work with a plug in your ass.  You'll sit at your desk the rest of the day with your ass filled.  Every time you move, you'll feel it pushing against you here reminding you what a dirty girl you are."  

You push your fingertip harder against the ring of muscles guarding my entrance and I can feel your rhythmic pulsing as you attempt to breach my canal.  I feel your finger begin to ease inside me and I whimper at the alien invasion.

 "Relax, and it'll go easier," you tell me as you keep sliding your finger into me, there.
I want to say something, to stop this to tell you that I didn't sign up for this, but before I can articulate the words, I feel your finger open me up and I'm lost to the sensation.

It's like nothing I've ever felt before, it's a delicious wrongness that is sending electrical pulses shooting through my entire body.  I shouldn't be enjoying this.  This goes against everything I've been taught as a woman, as a lady.  This, more so than the cocksucking, is destroying and putting the lid forever on my good-girl persona.  My arms start to shake and I'm unable to support myself on my elbows and I drop down until my cheek is resting on the bed.   

I go beyond relaxing and jump straight into participating.  "Oh, wow," I moan as I rock back and push against your probing finger.  "I never knew that this could feel so good."

I can hear you chuckling to yourself.  "You really are a slut, aren't you, Abby?  I'm not forcing you to do this, you're not tied up.  You're here with your ass in the air because you need this.  I'm just giving you the opportunity to free yourself."

You don't move faster, but you are now driving deeper, submerging into my tight virgin asshole.  You're making me feel so full and I want more.  I push back harder encouraging you to pump faster.  But then I feel your fingers retreat from my ass, and I whimper and cry out, "no, please don't stop."

"Did you forget this is a punishment, Abby?"

I feel something cold pushing against me, making me tense and gasp.  "This is a small plug, for beginners.  You're going to wear this until I remove it, understood?"

 "Yes, sir."

The tip of the plug slides easily inside but it is ultimately wider than your finger, and I can feel how it's opening me up as you push it slowly inside me.  The more you press it into me the more uncomfortable it is, stretching me in a way I've never experienced before.  You caress my lower back when you hear me start to mewl in protest of this unfamiliar assault.

 "Relax into it, Abby, you're doing well.  Just a little more, open up for me.  We're almost there."  I hear your soothing words and I try to collect myself to loosen up, but I can't because you don't stop your penetration of my ass with the plug to give me a chance to relax.  You keep pressing the plug deeper into me, filling and stretching me.  I can't keep from crying out, and they echo loudly in the small hotel room. Just as I'm ready to plead with you to stop, I feel an excruciating pop as the plug slides home.  I shriek out from the final expansion of my unused ass.
My breathing is accelerated from the exertion and you allow me a moment to catch my breath before pulling my panites back up and lowering my dress back into place.

 "Up you go, we've got to get back to work," you say nonchalantly as if we'd just finished eating lunch, instead of you plowing my ass with an anal toy that you're intending me to wear for the rest of the day.

I take your offered hand and you help me to my feet.  The compression of my middle from sitting before standing up makes me gasp.  My free hand presses down onto my belly.  I feel so.. full.  

The plug is pushing against me everywhere inside.  "There's no way I'm going to be able to walk with this thing inside me," I say.

 "Take a few practice steps.  It'll take a moment for you to get used to the pressure."

I tentatively walk the few steps to the window and I can feel my legs spread to accommodate the plug.  It's awkward and I feel like I'm walking bowlegged.

 "Don't spread your legs, the idea is to feel it pressing against you, not to avoid contact."

My next few steps are equally awkward, but I follow your instructions and try to keep my legs closer together and I'm able to walk a little more normally, even if there is something that feels like the size of Mt. Everest nestled inside me.  If this is the beginner I'm not enthusiastic about intermediate, I thought to myself.

After successfully walking across the room a few times under your supervision, you give me the go ahead to cross to the door.

 "Bend over to pick up your purse and phone."

"Oh, wow," I gasp as my pussy gushes from the force of the plug pushing against my asshole from the inside.

 "This is what you're going to feel for the rest of the day.  You're going to become very clumsy today.  I'll be emailing your or calling you to let you know when to drop your pen and when to stand and sit back down, with a bounce.  You're not to cum, as this is your punishment.  Why are you being punished, Abby?"

 "Because I didn't keep my eyes on you when you told me to, Sir."

"Yes, very good.  Now I want you to go downstairs and check out.  I want you to get the same clerk who checked you in.  She's going to remember you checked in just an hour ago.  She's going to look at you, at your lips, and know exactly what you and your pink lips have been up to.  Look into the mirror, Abby.  That's exactly the visual the desk girl is going to have when she looks at you."

My hair is in a I've-just-been-fucked disarray.  I raise my hand to smooth down the unruly mess, but you capture my wrist before I'm able.  I drop my hand and close my eyes for a brief second in resignation before I look again at my reflection.  My lipstick is smeared and my cheeks are flushed.  I'm not sure if I was blushing before, or if they just reddened at the thought of the clerk knowing what I've been doing up here.

I take a deep breath and walk out the door and head to the elevator.  The doors to the elevator opened to a full car.  I had been mentally psyching myself up to meet the front desk clerk and I didn't give a thought to the elevator.  I'm sure I looked like an idiot just standing there.  A just fucked idiot.

One of the men inside asked, "Going down?"  I swear someone else snickered, but I didn't see who.  I'm not sure if it was possible to turn redder than I already was, but I must have been scarlet when I stepped into the elevator.

They parted for me to enter and I stood in the middle of the elevator surrounded by five men.  I took a deep breath and I was aware of the smell of sex.  The drop of cum you placed behind my ear and my soaked panties, not to mention my breath all reeked of sex.  Apparently the desk clerk would be the least of my worries.

 "Since you've finished with your last.. engagement, darlin', we can all on head back upstairs if you're interested in making a couple hundred more," the man behind me said.
I didn't know if I should answer or just pretend I hadn't heard him.  I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  I'd never been accused of being a prostitute before, and I wasn't sure what the protocol for such an occurrence was.
Thankfully there were no more stops and the doors opened at the lobby and I pushed my way through the two in front of me to escape.  At this point I'd be happy to deal with the girl at the front desk.  

 "Hi, I need to check out please," I say brightly, as I step up to the counter.

 "Certainly," she says as she looks up.  I can tell the moment when she recognizes me, because her eyes got wider.  "Oh," she says and her mouth stays in a silent O for a couple of seconds as she takes in my appearance.  "Oh," she repeats.  It almost makes me feel better that she's now blushing as much as I am.

Her name tag informs me that her name is Becky. She taps a few keys and places a invoice and a pen on the counter for me to sign.  "Take a look at the charges to verify and sign please, Ms. Barnet," she says.  

 "Almost finished, Abby?  We need to get back to work."

I gape at you.  I can't believe you just said that in front of Becky, confirming all of her suspensions about what's been going on.  While I'm still standing there paralyzed in shock, you reach around me and fumble with the pen until it clatters to the floor.

 "Oops, I'm so clumsy," you say.  "Be a dear and get that for me, please?"

Your eyebrow raises at my hesitation, and I immediately bend over to pick up the pen.  Your continued conversation with Becky masks my soft moan as the plug does it thing to my insides.  

 "We had a lovely time, didn't we, Abby?  Why don't you show her the pictures?"
I open my mouth and just like in the elevator, nothing comes out.

 "Actually, we're running late and should go.  Thank you, Becky."


I'd never realized that my desk chair was so springy.  Every time I sit down there's a bounce to the hydraulics that pushes back against the plug driving it deeper into me before settling back into place.  It's as if my desk chair is fucking me in the ass.  I've been up and down all afternoon at your request.   Get on the verge of an orgasm and I have to try to keep still to try to quiet the ravenous hunger inside my belly.  I need to cum so badly that I'm a nervous wreck.  I can't even keep my hands steady any longer.  Thank god it's 5 o'clock and everyone is starting to clear out.
I groan as my phone rings and the caller id flashes your name.  "Yes, sir?"  I'm afraid of more bouncing until I've had a moment to step back from the edge of the orgasm that's threatening to push me over the cliff.

 "My office, now."  I don't even have time to reply before you hang up.

I ease up from my chair into a standing position.  I can't keep from moaning as I start to walk slowly toward your office.  I've gotten better at walking with the plug in throughout the course of the afternoon.  A sexy Marilyn Monroe walk makes the plug rotate deliciously inside, nudging up against all my naughty bits.  But right now, when I'm about to explode, my walk resembls more of my first unsteady steps with the plug, trying to keep my legs apart to ease the sensations inside me.

I stand in your doorway, a long way from the girl who hovered there this morning.  "You asked for me, Sir?"

"Come inside."  I walk in and turn to shut the door.  "No, leave the door open."  That surprises me, but I don't question it and walk toward your desk.  

"How many punishments have you had so far?" you ask me.

 "Two, Sir."

 "How many did you earn?"
 "Three, Sir."

"Go stand in the corner, and remove your dress."

I blink a couple of times and peek back over my shoulder at the open door.  It is 5 o'clock, but there are still a few people milling about.  

 "Now."

 "Yes, Sir."  I move over to the corner, it's at least protected from your office door by a bookcase.  I wouldn't be visible from the door, but would be if anyone came into your office and looked around.




Service



I can hear my heart thumping in my chest as I walk the few steps to the corner.  I turn to face you and reach behind me to the zipper.  Once the zipper is down the bodice of the dress slumps forward and I slip my arms free and let the dress pool on the floor.  I'm wearing a matching set of lingerie, a pink demi cup bra and the matching panties you've already seen.

I can't believe I'm standing in my underwear in our workplace, and not just our workplace, your office, not some locked conference room.

I stand awaiting your next instruction, but you don't say anything.  In fact, you go back to work, your attention back on your monitor.  I'm not sure what I should be doing and I start to fidget.  I've never been more aware of the fact that I'm mostly naked.

 "Hey, Al, are you sure you don't want to meet us at Lucky's?"

I gasp, and quickly bring my hand up to cover my mouth.  I recognize our colleague Matt's voice.  He must be standing in your doorway.  My heart has gone into overdrive.  My breathing sounds like a hurricane.  It'll only be a few seconds before I'm discovered.

 "No, Matt, I can't make it tonight, I still have a project I'm working on.  Next time."

"Sure, thing, buddy.  Don't stay too late."  

I hear his footsteps echo down the hall and let out the breath I've been holding in with an audible whoosh.  My hand that's pressed to my chest is thumping to the mad beating of my heart, and I press harder in an effort to keep it from completely jumping out of my chest.  

I stare at you in wide-eyed panic and you don't even look concerned, you simply return to your computer and I can do nothing but stand here and watch you work.  As the minutes pass, my breathing returns to normal and I relax into my little cubby hole between your bookcase and the wall.  In an odd way I start to feel like the voyeur even though I'm the one who's nearly naked and on display.

I've never had an opportunity to simply watch you without the distraction of a conversation.  I study the play of emotions over your face and I can see irritation in your narrowed eyes as you flip through papers and at times murmur to yourself.  I know from the talk around the office that you're a perfectionist and that many other employees' quality of work doesn't meet your high standards.  

I like watching your fingers as they dance along the keyboard.  You have such nimble fingers and I can feel a warmth spreading inside my belly remembering the feel of those fingers and your hands on my body.  As my nipples tighten and my pussy twitches I suddenly remember there's a plug in my ass.  Now that I'm a little more accustomed to the plug's presence inside me, simply standing doesn't provide any stimulation and until my inner muscles clenched, I completely forgot it was there.  Now I can't seem to stop thinking about it, about how I'm standing in your office mostly naked with a plug up my ass.  Now I'm fidgeting again, but this time it's not because I'm frightened of being caught, it's because of the delicious feelings the plug is producing each time I shift and move positions.

 "Don't forget you're not allowed to cum."

The sound of your voice makes me jump.  You attention is on me again.  My quickening breath must have given me away.  Now I'm back to being the frightened deer staring into your headlights.

 "Step back until you're against the wall."

I take two steps back and the cold office wall comes into contact with my naked back and my nipples react by tightening even more than they already were.

 "Spread your legs."  You watch as my thighs part.

 "Wider."

I slide down the wall a bit as I open my legs.  I look up and I can see the same tightening of your eyes that you had when you were flipping through the papers in irritation earlier and I keep sliding, my legs opening wider as I go.  I let out a breathy "oooohhhh" when the plug's base hit the wall.

 "Good.  Bend forward and wrap your hands around your ankles."

I know what compressing my middle does with the plug inside me and even though I know what's coming, I still moan as my hands circle my ankles.  My nerve endings are all standing at attention as the plug shifts around inside me.

 "Now, lean forward until you pull away from the wall, shifting your weight forward then bounce back against the wall."

This time it's a yelp more than a moan when the plug comes into contact with the wall.  Now I can feel how the angle is pressing it against the muscles around my asshole in addition to how it's pushing into me a little deeper.

"It's too bad this one doesn't have a suction cup isn't it, Abby?  Perhaps another time.  For now just keep bouncing against the wall until I tell you to stop."

Every time I hit the wall a flood of sensations assault me. Not only can I feel every single nerve ending inside my ass and pussy but even the skin on the bottom of my feet and my palms are tingling.  I feel like a live electric wire swinging around throwing off sparks.

My eyes are squeezed tightly shut and I'm trying to contain my moans and cries, but I know I'm getting louder.  I'm pounding against the wall harder and I can hear my sweat-glistened skin smacking against the wall, knowing that even if I can control my cries, which I can't seem to completely contain, the sounds of my plugged ass hitting the wall is giving away what's happening inside your office.

My breasts are undulating with my back and forth rhythm and I can feel them rippling inside my bra.  I wonder if the bra will even hold together, it wasn't designed to take this sort of abuse.  I look down to see if it's still together and I'm a little mesmerized how sexy they look pulsing back and forth.  I glance up to see if you're watching me and I realize I'm not the only one making noises.

Your cock is straining in your hand and you're stroking matches my bounces against the wall.  Now that I've seen your cock and the glistening moisture dripping from your head onto your hands, I can't reign in my moans.  I'm whimpering watching your precum seep out, wanting it on my tongue, in my mouth. My tongue darts out and licks across my lips.

"Come here."

I stumble forward onto my knees and crawl over to your cock.  Your hand fists into my hair and pulls me up to my knees and you push your cock into my mouth.  I can't move my head because you're holding my hair too tightly and you're thrusting deep into my mouth, gagging me at times with your ferocity.  I can feel your body tighten and with a large groan you pump your cum into my mouth.

As I'm trying to swallow you pull my head back by my hair and the last surge of your cum splashes across my face.

When you let my hair go I sink down onto my heels.  I give a little whimper as the plug shifts again.

You tuck your cock back into your pants, but I'm still in a heap on the floor in a daze.  My breasts still heaving with my breath I haven't yet gotten under control.

Your finger tilts my chin up to look up at you and then you wipe the cum off my cheek and hold it out to my mouth for me to lick clean.  I finish sucking all the cum off your fingers and you help me to my feet.  I'm still a little shaky so you lead me to the corner where you help me back into my dress and zip me up.

"Go home, remove the plug and get some sleep.  You're not to cum tonight, don't even touch yourself other than what's necessary to remove the plug.  Tomorrow you'll cum so many times and your clit will be so sensitive you'll wish I was restricting you again."

You walk out of the office and flip the switch leaving me in darkness, standing in the middle of your office dreaming about tomorrow.



Service



My father owns a boatyard and I've been messing around with boats since I was a kid. It was only natural that when I finished school I went to work in the yard. As well as doing general repairs and building boats we have a few boats that we lease, some for fixed terms and others casual, for people who want to do some fishing.

Sometimes when we lease a boat for an angler we provide someone to actually do the sailing. The leasing part of the business is where I work and every so often I get a day on the water, taking an inept angler out.

That's what I was doing today. Mr Bryant had leased one of our launches for the afternoon. He could handle a boat OK but was a little lazy. He just wanted to fish, not have to worry about the boat itself, so I was tapped to take him out and do the scut work. I didn't mind. It was a nice day to be out on the water and I was being paid for it.

We came out of the river onto the bay. There was a bit of a chop along the coast, courtesy of a storm that had passed through, and we bounced a little as we headed out deeper. Then the engine cut out.

I was not pleased. The launch had been in for a service just the day before and this was its first outing. It was pretty obvious to me that whoever had serviced the boat had stuffed up. Fortunately I know my way around an engine so I thought I could resolve the problem.

I undogged the hatch on the engine bay and started poking around. It didn't take long to spot the problem. A few seconds was enough. One of the battery cables had come loose. The idiot mechanic must have forgotten to tighten it and when we hit the choppy water it had just bounced off. I fastened the cable back on and tightened it properly, considering the words I was going to use on a certain mechanic when we got back.

Cable tightened, I called for Mr Bryant to turn her over, and she caught first try. Problem solved. I signalled Mr Bryant to cut it again and started putting away the tools before dogging the hatch again.

When I take anglers out I'm there to drive the boat and to be part of the background. I'm not supposed to distract them or to encourage any familiarity. Accordingly, for these trips I don't wear a bikini. I wear a t-shirt and shorts and present a modest and inconspicuous appearance. So what followed next came as a bit of a shock. 

I was bent over the hatch, fastening the last of the catches, when Mr Bryant ran his hand over my bottom in what I can only describe as being in an overly familiar manner.

I gave a squeak and reared upright, only to find his other hand placed firmly on my back, holding me pinned to the hatch. Kicking did no good as he was standing too close to me. Hitting was useless as I had no target to hit at. All I could do was yell at him, suggesting that he quit it or else.

He didn't quit it and I didn't really have an or else to deliver. All I could do was lie there while his hand roamed over my bottom. That would have been bad enough if he'd stopped at that but did he? Not so that you'd notice. His hand slipped down between my legs, caressing my mound. Caressing, hell. He intimately explored it, tracing every little curve and hollow.

I abused him some more, letting him know that as soon as he let up we were sailing right back to the yard and he could forget about his fishing.

In answer his hand came up to the side of my shorts and undid the buttons there. Still holding me firmly in place he tugged my shorts down and, to my increasing fury, my panties.

I'd run out of names to call him and it's demeaning to repeat yourself. I just shut up and suffered in silence as his hand started exploring my bottom and pussy all over again, but this time it was a case of flesh on flesh. Why is it that removing a flimsy bit of material makes the same sort of touching seem so much more intimate?

I found some new words to say to him when he eased my lips apart and slipped a couple of fingers inside me. I surprised myself. I had a greater vocabulary that I'd realised. Mr Bryant just seemed amused, asking if my father knew I used language like that.

Sooner or later he was going to have to let me go. All I could do was wait. Then we were going back. Or I was. Him I might just push overboard so he could swim back.

I really couldn't believe it when I felt him pressing his cock against me. I mean, he was an old man, twice my age. Forty at least. How dare he do this?

Quite easily it seemed. I protested and he started pushing into me. I mean, he really did. I could feel his cock pushing past my lips and into my passage, and it seemed to be moving quite easily. Apparently all that touching up he'd been doing had got my juices flowing. I protested some more, pointing out just what I thought of him and what he was doing. He pushed in even deeper.

There was nothing I could do to stop him. His cock just seemed to keep coming and coming, as though there was no end to it. I finally knew he was right inside me when I felt his hairy groin rubbing against my lips, lips that seemed to be incredibly sensitive right then.

Now any time a man sticks his cock in you, you can safely assume that he's going to start stirring it around, right? Wrong. Mr Bryant just held himself pressed firmly against me, filling me. Instead of getting on with what he was doing he started pushing my t-shirt up. Once it was high enough he unclipped my bra and pushed that up as well.

"What are you playing at?" I raged, full of wrathful indignation.

"I like breasts," he said, and he proved this by wrapping his arms around me and taking hold of both of mine. He proceed to play with them, giving them the sort of loving attention that he'd earlier shown my bottom, stroking and squeezing and generally getting to know them. 

I don't know how long he played with my breasts, but with his cock right up me at the same time it seemed like a long time. Then everything changed.

"OK. Enough foreplay," he said. "Let's get on with this."

With that he pulled back and came charging back up into me with great haste. That was just the start of it. He really sailed into me, giving me everything he had as hard and as fast as he could while his hands glommed onto my breasts, squeezing them in time to the ravages his cock was performing on my pussy.

For an older man he sure could put in a performance. He thrust and bounced and thrust some more, with me flexing my hips and trying to keep up with him. God almighty, I'd never had such an energetic going over. I wasn't exactly a virgin, but neither was I what you would have called over-experienced. I was getting a whole lot of lessons in one hit this time round, it seemed to me.

I'd always assumed that if a man took me against my will that I'd hate it. Instead, while I resented it, my body loved the action, almost preening under the satisfaction of what was happening to it. Mr Bryant thrust and I'd counterthrust and lust held sway, driving me on. 

I wasn't terribly surprised to find Mr Bryant was ready to climax tout de suite. I was surprised to find myself climaxing right along with him. I just seemed to spasm and fade away as the excitement ripped through me.

Now I know what you're thinking. That was the end of the matter. I was thinking the same thing as I slowly gathered my wits about me. It turned out not to be the case.

When I finally got myself all together I found certain things had changed. While I'd been in a bit of a tizzy after my climax Mr Bryant had thoughtfully taken my shorts and top right off and I was stretched out on a towel on the deck, starkers. Mr Bryant was kneeling between my thighs, apparently waiting for me to get it together. And he still had a blasted erection. I thought I'd just taken care of that. 

Apparently not. As soon as he saw I was looking at him, he grinned. 

"OK. Now we can take a bit of time," he says, and he starts pushing into me again.

I had to lie there, watching him drill me, ignoring my protests. Once he was settled in he just held himself still, filling me but not moving while he stroked my breasts.

I waited for him to start moving, but he didn't. He just kept me pinned. Then I saw him smirk and I just knew something was about to happen. I heard a motor-boat go roaring past us and then nothing.

Then, frigging hell, the wake from the motor boat hit us and my launch rocked back and forth from the force of it. And Mr Bryant rocked back and forth on top of me, his cock doing peculiar things inside me. Then the wake died away and the boat steadied and Mr Bryant was lying on top of me, grinning like a baboon.

He stayed like that, just holding me pinned to the deck. Then another motor-boat went surging past and we were hit by another wake, followed closely by a third motor-boat and a third wake. And each of those wakes was rocking us and providing the energy for Mr Bryant to fuck me.

It finally dawned on me that we'd come out of the river mouth and stopped right there when the engine died. We were moored next to the main channel for boats entering and leaving the river, and there would probably be quite a few of them on a nice day like this. Every single one of those boats was going to rock us, and rock Mr Bryant, causing his cock to bounce about inside of me.

And that's what happened. Every so often a boat would go past, the wake would hit us and Mr Bryant would give me a few more involuntary pokes. The worst part was that there was no pattern to it. The boat traffic was as irregular as hell and the violence of the rocking depended on the size and speed of the boat and how close to us it passed.

A boat would roar past, Mr Bryant would bounce on me, my excitement would build up, then nothing. My excitement would die down until the next boat came along, but my frustration level kept climbing higher and higher.

My god, it was appalling. I almost climaxed when three boats went past in quick succession, but then there was nothing for ten minutes, just Mr Bryant deep inside me, so I could never forget he was there. 

That was the longest fuck I had ever had. It seemed to go on for hours. I wouldn't be surprised if it had actually gone on for hours. The entire time I was highly stimulated, just not stimulated enough to climax. I was reduced to anticipating the next boat and hoping for a blasted fleet to come past, at the same time wanting no more boats at all.

Mr Bryant finally caved in. He'd had enough time to recharge his balls and all the, on again, off again, action was slowly getting to him. When one boat passed really close and really fast Mr Bryant didn't relax after the wake died down. His hips lifted and he started bouncing on me, his cock pulling right out and then plunging back in hard and fast.

I thanked god and started pushing back against him. Finally this whole thing was coming to a climax. Or, at least, I was. With Mr Bryant putting some serious effort into it my excitement levels rose very quickly. They'd been spluttering and firing off random sparks all afternoon but now they caught fire and were burning brightly. I only needed one thrust that was a bit harder than the previous ones and I went up in flames.

I shrieked and bounced and clung, hanging onto Mr Bryant as though he was a genuine lover, all my built up passion exploding out of me. I heard him groan and felt him coming inside me, but I was mainly concerned with what I was feeling, and I just slowly relaxed, totally drained.

This time when I got myself together I found that we were under way.

"Where are you going?" I demanded. "I want to go back to the yard."

Mr Bryant looked at me as if I was touched.

"We're going fishing remember. The break was interesting but I hired the boat for a fishing trip. And you're supposed to be driving the boat, instead of sitting back there relaxing."

With that he just stepped away from the wheel, leaving me to grab it. I hadn't even had a chance to get my clothes back on.

"You might want to watch this," he said, patting my bottom. "It'd be a shame to get it sunburnt."



Service Among the Stars



Admiral Blackburn contemplated the girl licking his cock thoroughly. His thighs tensed despite himself. She was teasing him. Jala knew better than make his come so early in the evening. Her short curly brown hair bobbed as she licked him. It had taken him the better part of a year to get his armada up and running in top shape once he had been assigned this sector of space to control. Jala had relieved his tensions better than any of the other girls that had been assigned to him in the beginning. When sleep would not come because of all the worries, it had been his habit to call for Jala. Time had been a precious thing. Jala had without fail been able to make him cum with that amazing mouth. He was amazed that oral was the only thing he had ever asked of her. He admired her ass, round and white as she knelt before his chair. The thought dragged a groan out of him. Then again, with the talent she had already displayed perhaps it was not so surprising. He watches her ass wiggle excitedly. The Admiral decided immediately that now that he had time he would rectify that omission. After all, he had 24 hours leave, the first in over a year.

"Jala," he said.

"Yes Admiral, am I going too fast?" Jala looked up with those bright green eyes. Her lips were wet; even as she spoke, her hands continued their slow strokes. In the beginning, he had taught her to go slower so he could savor the build up of his orgasm. Now she was a master at bringing him up and keeping him on the edge until he told her to "suck harder". His signal that he was ready. 

He shook his head,"Suck Harder, Jala" 

Jala was surprised. The Admiral usually kept her at his cock for an hour. Jala mourned that she had so little time. She looked forward to time spent with him. Jala sucked in one of his balls and then the other, her hands pulling harder at his cock. Pre come was already beading at its tip. Jala swirled her tongue around the big broad head. Closing her eyes with enjoyment, she let her mouth encompass his head and sucked gently. She released and flicked the ridge with her tongue a few times, hard. The Admiral bucked a little before pushing her head gently back onto his cock. "Tease," he whispered. Her pussy flooded with heat.

With a moan, she engulfed his head and sucked, licked and squeezed until the Admiral came with a roar. She swallowed, wishing for more. 

When Jala was finished washing him, she rose to leave.

"Jala did I give you permission to leave me?"

Jala froze for a moment. "No Admiral, I just ..." Could he finally want more?

"Come here Jala."

Jala walked back to the Admiral. Standing uncertainly before him. 

"Turn around Jala." Jala turned away from him, shivering a little with excitement. 

He admired her pretty round butt. "Bend over for me." he told her. She hesitated.

"Jala, you know you can leave when ever you want."

Jala shook her head frantically. She bent over quickly, almost falling in her haste. 

The Admiral admired her pink rosebud of an asshole, slowly running his hand across her butt cheek. He rubbed the little bud with his knuckle a couple times, smiling as she gasped. He grasped the lips of her pussy and lost breath himself when he saw the wet rivet run slowly out of her now exposed pussy. She was very wet. He slipped one finger inside, just to the first knuckle. Jala whimpered and wiggled helplessly. 

He pulled out and pushed gently at her clit with the wet tip of his finger. She gasped. He pulled away, leaving her exposed.

Jala did not move. 

"Jala, I want you to lie across my lap, face down. I am going to spank you."

"Was I not good?" asked Jala.

"You are always very good; the spanking is something I enjoy. I want to see those gorgeous cheeks turn pink and jump under my hand. The rules are very clear Jala. If this is not something you want, you are required to leave. "The Admiral wanted her to stay, rather badly actually. 

Jala turned to look at him for no more than a moment before she crawled across his lap. Her large breast anchoring her there on the other side of his legs. 

The Admiral savored the moment, caressing her bottom. He brought his hand down firmly on her left butt cheek then her right. Her butt tensed and she gasped. He smacked her a little harder, his cupped hand making the sound of the slaps even louder. She was breathing hard by the tenth or eleventh smack. He was not hitting her as hard as all that, but the force behind it drove her firmly onto his leg. Jala thought the warmth in her ass was heating up every part of her. His hand began spanking lower on her thighs. Jala worried that he would notice the sudden flood of her pussy. His sudden stroke through her pussy lips proved her right. 

"So wet, I am glad this is good for you too Jala." Jala could feel his cock smacking her stomach with every blow. She was delighted that he was enjoying this. He was enjoying her. He smacked her warming bottom more firmly now, and faster. He did not let her rest between the spanks. Her bottom was beyond her control. It rose to meet his hand and yet wiggled desperately to escape. Jala's breath left her in gasps and her hands gripped the chair legs hard to avoid trying to put them back to protect her now aching butt. She thought vaguely that she could come if he just smacked her frantic pussy too. 

The Admiral stopped suddenly and stroked her hot cheeks. "Jala, I want you to be completely honest with me. Can you do that?"

Jala turned to look at the Admiral over her shoulder. She bit her lips and nodded quickly. "Yes Sir."

"Did you enjoy the spanking so far?" 

Jala blushed, "Yes Sir. It was demonstrated in class but I only got a couple of spanks. I liked yours better."

The Admiral smiled. "No one ever spanked that delectable ass since?"

"I have only been with you. I left class early to come aboard ship. They have been tutoring me here in between your calls for me."

The Admiral stared at her. Slowly he pushed aside the lips of her pussy and slid one finger in. Jala's eyes closed and her lips parted as she moaned. There was barely enough room for one finger to slide in, his second finger was only to the second knuckle when it encountered heavy resistance. "You are a virgin."

"I don't want to be Sir. I only want ..." Jala stopped speaking; trying to put into words, what she wanted through her excitement and confusion. 

"What Jala? What do you only want?" Admiral smiled at her flushed face looking at him over her shoulder. He stroked her hot butt cheeks again and slides his large finger a little more forcefully into her wriggling pussy. A thought occurred to him; absent-mindedly he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her.

"Why are you still a virgin? "

Jala shuddered and writhed at his continued finger fucking. "I am yours exclusively; the agency noticed your extensive use of me and wanted to keep you happy. It is one the privileges of your rank. "She was clutching his leg frantically now and trying not to beg.

He stopped his movements entirely. "I supposed it was written down somewhere in the endless forms I signed before I boarded. However, my question still stands, why would a virgin join the companion's guild? Is that even allowed?" 

Jala moaned helplessly and wiggled enticingly on his lap. But she did not answer. The Admiral smacked her bottom hard a couple times. "Jala?" He began spanked her steadily now, her bottom past pink and into red.

"My family was poor and I wanted to go to space more than anything. There was not the money for fleet schooling so I lied to get in. " Jala gasped as he continued to spank her more firmly. 

"The required physical exam would have revealed your virginity." 

"I bribed the doctor and the nurse. I promised that I would get it taken care of before I shipped off. It took all the money I had." Jala babbled.

The Admiral looked down at her, his hand stilled. "Jala, didn't your teachers notice?"

Jala turned to him, "They could not very well ship me back, so they are ignoring it. They figured sooner or later the problem would solve itself." Her bottom stung but she refused to ask him to stop. She wanted to stay with him for as long as he would let her. His beautiful body turned her on as nothing in her life had except the need to go to space. Even the grey in his hair made her pussy swell. His strong hands spanking her had been a huge turn on despite the pain.

"Jala, stand up."

Jala stood reluctantly, facing him. One tear fell. 

The Admiral frowned, "Jala, by rights I should send you home untouched." Jala shook her head frantically. "The Concubine Services are very specific as to treatment of their people" It would kill him not to take her. That sweet pussy had clung to his fingers, wet and tight. Her perfect little puckered anus had shivered delightfully at his touch. Not to mention how he would miss that beautiful mouth and now that he had spanked it, that pretty round bottom, still pink from his hand.

"Please don't send me away!" Jala knelt in front of him, "I will do anything for you. I do not want to go back. Please, it would be an embarrassment for the service. Nobody will say anything; it would look bad for my teachers if you send me home."

"It is admirable that you are thinking of others like this but you will have to come up with a better reason then that."

"If you take me it stops being an issue," Jala scooted a little closer. "I could have given my virginity to any stranger on the street before I came here. I could have given it to one of my teachers or just broken it myself." She stroked his leg, "I wanted you to do it." Her right breast stroked him as she leaned in. 

The Admiral smiled as he leaned closer to her. "I want you to tell me in words, what you want from me."

Jala blushed and shivered a little with excitement. "I...want you to fuck me," she said in a rush. 

"I want you to give me more words Jala, make me want to do the things you are thinking of." He leaned in and kissed her softly, stroking his tongue lightly across her mouth. "Do you want me?"

Something very low in Jana's body shivered. She looked into his brilliant blue eyes, the fire of want swept through her. "I dream of you," Jana said, only half-aware of what she was saying. "Sometimes, I imagine you are my master and you tie me up."

"What else do I do to you in this dream?" The Admiral's hand cupped her ample breasts and flicked the little pink nipple lightly repeatedly. All the while, his lips caressed her lips, flushed cheeks and soft white neck. Jala had her eyes closed now, just enjoying his touch. 

Jana panted a little and moaned. "You strap me to the bed with my bottom in the air."

The Admiral smiled and without warning scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his sleeping quarters. He dropped her on the bed, telling her to assume the position in her dreams. Jala shuddered and knelt in the middle of the bed. Jala put her head to the sheets and spread her knees apart. Her hands she clasped in front of her head and waited. shaking 

The Admiral walked slowly around the bed, enjoying the view. Her beautiful long back, the pulsing of her tense little asshole, the still bright pink of her spanked butt, the flush on her face and the wetness slowly traveling from her pussy down her leg.

"What if I wanted to spank you again Jala?" he asked.

"Any thing you want Sir. I will do anything." Jala's voice was husky and low.

The Admiral went to his wardrobe and began pulling some things out. "Don't move Jala," he ordered. The leather strap smacked her bottom three or four times while she groaned before he used it to bind her left ankle to the bedpost. He had spanked her lightly, not wanting her to be in a lot of pain but only to keep her hot. The procedure was repeated again for her right ankle. He knelt finally between her legs, laying the rest of the equipment to the side for now. He kissed one rosy red butt cheek then the other, stroking her legs, pulling at her wet pussy lips with his fingers and then his lips. The little gasps and moans she let out made his cock twitch in need.

The Admiral thrust a finger into her soaking wet pussy while he gently began licking her small swollen clit. "Please fuck me Sir, please." Jala begged. Instead, he began to lick a little harder, fingering her a little harder. "Please...." Jala begged. The Admiral did not bother replying, he continued his attack on her quivering pussy. He worked a second finger in the tight virgin flesh of her vagina. The pleasure and pain of it pushed her very close to orgasm. She struggled against the bindings, just wanting to move. He began suck hard on her clit and within moments, she was screaming out her orgasm. The Admiral sucked at her softly, fingering gently now. Her pussy sucked hard at his fingers. 

"Thank you sir," Jala panted. However, he just kept licking and sucking at her softly, tormenting her swollen well-used little clit. Now his two wet fingers traversed upward. "Sir?" said Jala softly, as one wet finger rubbed her tight asshole. She moaned as it pushed into her and arched her back.

"Is anal sex something you do not like Jala?" The Admiral asked.

Jala gasped out her reply, "I didn't think I would but it feels so good Sir." She pushed against his finger trying to help him. However, the little hole was tense and tight. "Relax Jala,"

Jala was on the cusp of coming again from the sucking he was giving and could barely keep her hands together above her head.

The Admiral stopped sucking and knelt behind her. He took a small leather paddle from the tool pile and spanked her ass a dozen times while she gasped and pulled at the ankle restraints. "Are you paying attention Jala?' he asked quietly when he had stopped.

"Yes Sir" she said gasping for breath frantically. Her poor bottom clenched.

He reached for some lubricate from the pile and drizzled it directly on her ass hole. "I confess," The Admiral said softly as he rubbed the lubricant around, "I know I didn't need to spank you right then, but I do enjoy it so much. What do you think of that Jala?" he asked as he pushed his thumb into her tight hole. Jala remembers her training now and relaxed her tight muscles, enjoying the ease in which his thumb slid into her and began pumping gently. 

"I think Sir that you should do the things you like as often as you can." Jala smiled into the sheets.

"Oh, you do, do you?" he said with a laugh. He reached down to rub her clit. "Good girl."

Within moments, she was close to orgasm. "This will hurt a little Jala." He began easing his thick cock into her wet already spamming pussy. 

"Please take me hard Sir." Jala begged. "I have waited so long. I want to feel you fuck me." 

Admiral Blackburn gritted his teeth and thrust shallow but hard through the barrier. He felt her tense and draw a breath but she did not make a sound. He waited a moment, letting her ride out the pain. "Jala?"

"Give me the rest Sir," she begged breathlessly.

He moved in more slowly now taking territory inch by tight inch. When she felt his balls finally smack her solidly, she smiled. 

With his thumb still pumping her ass, he began moving his cock slowly in and out. Watching as her pussy clutched at him as he withdrew was almost too much. He knew he would not last long. "Rub your clit for me Jala," he ordered. Jala quickly began stroking her clit and pinching it lightly. He began thrusting faster, no longer moving his thumb in her ass. Instead, he had thrust it in deeply and was holding her in place for his fucking. The restraints were helping to keep her in place too. Ever hard thrust pulled them hard at her ankles. 

"Come for me Jala." In moments, her whole body tensed and she cried out as she came. The feel of her rippling pussy took him over and he shot into her deeply. She was milking him so hard with her orgasm it was almost painful. 

Jala was still shuddering in the aftermath when she finally spoke. "That was wonderful sir."

Exhausted, laying on his back beside her, he began to laugh.

Jala stared at him confused and a little hurt. When he saw her face, he shook his head and pulled her down into his embrace. I think you can call me by my given name now, don't you think?"

Jala shook her head with a smile, "I like calling you sir when we fuck." 

"Such a tease," Admiral John Blackburn said with a smile before he kissed her.



Service and Support



I was serving on an RAF air base in the Far East. There was a certain amount of division between us army guys and the RAF and the tendency was for us to have the poorer facilities and the less prestigious accommodation, but in truth all the accommodation was very poor; we were crammed into 14 man rooms and the toilets and showers were in separate blocks scattered around the living area. The base was out in the wilds and it was pretty wind swept and isolated.

Once darkness had set in a trip to the toilet block could be quite hazardous; they tended to be very poorly lit and mostly deserted; they stood alone in wide open spaces and in winter the wind would whistle through and they were decidedly chilly. 

One Wednesday night after a couple of drinks in the mess I needed to use the loo so I went to the nearest block to my room. The lights had failed and it seemed I would have to survive in the dark. "To hell with this", I thought, "I need light."

I walked the 200 yards to the next toilet block which as it happened was just next to the RAF accommodation. I was surprised to find that as well as having some light the toilets were much more presentable. I chose my cubicle and went about my task; as my eyes adjusted to the poor light I noticed that there was lots of writing on the walls; not the crude jokes that one normally expects but explicit messages. Here is a flavour of what was on offer:

'Have girl's panties, will be here tomorrow night at 2200 hrs'

'I love giving head; any takers? Later tonight between 10 and 11; whistle dam busters tune to gain entry to this toilet'

'I have a hole that needs plugging; any takers? Be here Thursday at 10:30 pm cough four times to get entry into the loo and me'

I tried several toilets and found many more messages. I realised that you had to be visiting on a regular basis so that you could work out which messages were new and what the timeline was.

Over the next week I visited the toilet block every night at around 9 pm to check the messages. It was Tuesday when I stumbled on a new message in the first cubicle; it read as follows:

'I need a cocksucker to service me; to make it interesting I will be wearing panties and stockings; if you whistle Dixie (Tuesday 9:30 pm) you can suck my Trixie'

It was now 9:20 so I beat a hasty retreat and secluded myself behind the toilet block: the cold made me shiver a bit or was it the excitement and anticipation? After five minutes someone went into the block; after two minutes I followed and noted with delight that the allotted cubicle was engaged. I tried to whistle Dixie but my mouth was dry and no sound came forth; it must be the nerves; I tried again and managed a reasonable rendition of the first line of Dixie. My heart was in my mouth, I was shaking, what would happen now?

Noiselessly the bolt slid back and the cubicle door edged open a couple of inches; what would I find? Was it all a hoax? I was on the point of making a bolt for it when I heard a quiet whisper. "Come on lover, don't be nervous."

I glanced around; no one else in sight; the lighting was subdued and there were just the two of us there; a voice in my head screamed "Do it cretin; get your ass into that toilet."

My heart thumped; I started to sweat; I was rooted to the spot; the whisper came again, "Come on lover, my cock's hard as iron and it needs sucking; come on in."

I now seemed to be on auto pilot; my hand reached out and I pushed the door open; I quickly slipped into the cubicle and I shot the bolt behind me. The lighting inside was even more subdued and during my stumbling entry I had not dared to look at my host; with my back against the door I twisted round and instantly our eyes met; for a while he held my gaze then as if by mutual consent we both dropped our eyes and scanned each other.

He; saw me. Just an average guy; quite slim; early twenties; brown hair and wearing a tracksuit. I; saw him. Average build, wearing a dressing gown, blond hair, come to bed eyes and a lovely set of full girlie lips.

"First time lover boy?" he asked.

Nervously I answered, "Yep; first time to try anything like this; in the toilets I mean. I've sucked cock before; just never tried a secret liaison; didn't know what I was going to get; you look pretty good actually."

He stood up; slipped of the dressing gown and reaching past me hung it up on the door. He was in pyjamas and as he sat down again I couldn't help but notice that he had an effeminate way about him. His hands reached out and held mine and then gently he pulled me down so that I knelt in front of him. His hands moved to my head and he slowly ran his fingers through my hair; he then used his index finger to trace the features of my face, it moved over my eyes, over my nose and down to my lips; his finger moved across my lips a couple of times then suddenly he thrust it into my mouth.

"Are you ready for me lover boy? Do you want to suck my cock? Are you ready to suck my cock? Tell Penny you want her big clit. Tell her lover boy."

I suddenly became aware that there were other movements and noises in the toilet block; I nervously cast my glance round to the door.

"Don't be worried lover boy; there's lots of us at it this time of night; we won't be disturbed, promise."

I turned back to the job in hand, except that it wasn't in hand, but I really hoped it would be in a minute.

"Penny you RAF bitch I want your cock," so saying I reached across and undid the pyjama chord; he lifted his ass and I quickly whipped his trousers to the floor. "Oh my god," I whispered.

What a sight. As promised he was wearing panties, stockings and a suspender belt. The panties and suspender belt were white and lacy, the stockings were fishnet (Corny but oh so sexy). The panties were struggling to encase what looked like a large and inviting cock. It was just a magnificent panty bulge starting at the crotch piece and stretching across to his left, my right, till it butted up against the waist band of the panties; it had to be eight inches at least; could it grow more than that when released from its lacy embrace?

I let out a gasp, it couldn't be helped, I was totally impressed. Penny was obviously delighted at my surprise, "You like what you see lover boy?

"Oh yes, oh yes." I reached down and slid my trousers and pants to my knees; I gazed at that bulge and I slowly wanked my cock; I was hard as hell and in a state of extreme excitement. A couple of strokes and now I abandoned my cock in favour of his; I needed to play with this monster; I needed it in my mouth!

All ready to start then bloody hell someone starts whistling Dixie outside the door; I'm ready to panic but RAF man calmly whispers "I'm taken darling, move on."

A cough, and then, footsteps moving away. I'm just about to get to grips with the business in hand when three loud coughs ring out. Another three coughs are heard in reply; then a door down the line opens and closes. I'm more relaxed now I know others are at it so I close my mind to the goings on and get to work.

The panty covered cock is still rigid and waiting to be molested. I reach out and stroke the bulge. I run my finger up and down the length of his encased cock; it strains against the panties; I squeeze the glans between finger and thumb. He moves his ass forward on the seat bringing his crotch close to my face; brazenly he lifts one leg at a time and rests his stocking clad legs on my shoulders; I slip a hand under each of his bum cheeks and pull his crotch the final few inches towards my face.

Now I bite on the shaft starting at the bottom and moving up toward the end, a little bite each step of the way till I reach the top. I love the feel of the panties pushing into my mouth; I love the lacy whiteness of them; I love the femininity of them; I love the feel of the fishnet stockings rubbing against my neck and shoulders. I turn my head first right then left and kiss his inner thigh on the exposed flesh between panties and stockings. 

The urge to get to his cock is now overpowering I have to have it. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his panties and with one movement pull them off; now I have a panty crotch between me and his cock; I turn the gusset and swiftly kiss it before awkwardly getting rid of the panties altogether. 

I turn back to his cock, now unrestrained, it stands proud and large; it stands to attention one inch from my face. My tongue reaches out and gently, oh so gently nudges the end of his cock, then I move it up and down the shaft, teasing, teasing. The penis starts to bob backwards and forwards so I steady it with a finger. A little stream of pre cum oozes from the end of his dick; I quickly flick my tongue across it and take the man fluid into my mouth. I revel in the musky taste, I delight in the texture and smell.

"Come on lover, this cock needs sucking, get it in your fucking mouth, stop pissing around." After saying this, his strong hands go to the back of my neck and he pulls my mouth down onto his throbbing prick. "Suck it baby; suck my fucking cock. I'm going to dump such a big load in your mouth. You're going to love it babe."

His cock pushed into the back of my mouth; his hands held me in place then after a minute the downward pressure was released and I was allowed to raise my head. For several minutes I worked his penis; up and down, up and down; sucking and licking and all the time my lips were glued to his shaft.

He started to pump his cock into my mouth; his movements got quicker; he was about to cum. "Take it baby, take it." He pushed one last time into my mouth then held me tightly in position with his hands. His legs wrapped round my head and squeezed me tightly.

"Oh, oh, oh." His spunk filled my mouth; stream after stream issued forth; some went straight down my throat, some stayed in my mouth and infused me with man sperm; some squeezed out past his cock and through my lips. He held me there for a while then slowly withdrew his wonderful member. As it withdrew my lips made a tight seal so I could retain every drop of spunk. His prick exited my mouth and I was able to savour the delightful taste of his cum. I swished it round my mouth and then swallowed every drop. I gently licked his cock making sure I removed every last trace of sperm.

I was aching for release; I was hoping he would offer to bring me to a climax. No such luck. He quickly got dressed and seemed to totally ignore me till he was ready to leave. We were both standing now and I was wondering what was going to happen. I had retrieved my pants and was now fully dressed.

He looked me in the eye and said, "Lover boy, you did well; you gave bloody good head." He embraced me and our lips locked together; his tongue was running riot in my mouth. As he was kissing me his leg pushed up into my crotch and with his upper thigh he massaged my cock till it exploded in a fountain of spunk. As soon as this happened he turned and left the cubicle. "Ciao."

My underpants were sodden with spunk, it had seeped into my track suit trousers; I was a mess! I cleaned up as best I could and then made a quick escape from the toilet block. As I left I could hear the strains of the Dam Busters March being whistled inside and another toilet door opening. My god this was a hotbed of activity. I hightailed it back to my accommodation block. I think I had been used; I know I had been abused. As usual it seemed the Army were here to look after the RAF.

Now I was wondering what would be my next supporting role for the RAF.

The end.



Service at the Drive Through



I went to a fast food restaurant yesterday and I just have to write about the excellent experience I had. 

I drove up to the order box thing and ordered a double cheese burger and some fries. It was my snack after two hours at the sweaty gym. When I ordered I heard this sexy voice over the system. I didn't think anything of it except that maybe the system was messed up. 

I pulled around to the window. I got out my 5.98 and paid. I pulled up to the other window. There was no one else there surprisingly. I found this strange because it was only 7 pm. I saw the girl come up to the window that had the beautiful voice and she had a body to match. I could see that she was not wearing a bra due to the fact that her stiff nipples sticking through the flimsy uniform. 

She said that the food would be a few more minutes. I said I would gladly wait because I had nothing better to do. Those few minutes turned out to be a really long wait. I started thinking about that girl. I could almost feel her breasts cupped in my hands. Instantly, I had an erection. There was not very much light there and I doubted she could see me from as far away as she was so I started jacking off through my tight gym shorts. I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I pulled it out through the leg and closed my eyes. 

I continued in an up and down motion assuming that I would hear the door open so I could put it away just in time. I glanced down at my watch. It had been 15 minutes and in the corner of my eye I saw her looking down at me. I jumped. I put on my embarrassed face and put it away. 

I said, "Sorry." She just smiled like she had the whole time. 

She said, "You were making me horny." 

I replied, "Could I help you with that." 

The next thing I heard was, "Hell Yeah."

I restarted my Audi and pulled into the nearest parking space. I rushed inside. I went behind the counter and kissed her on the neck. She asked the manager for her break and we locked ourselves in the men's bathroom.

She was quite pushy. She stood up on the sinks in a squat and told me to take off her shirt. I pulled it over her head and before she could see again my lips met hers. The passionate kiss lasted for almost two minutes. My penis throbbed with excitement. I then began to lick her nipples one by one. She moaned. I then undid her uniform belt and pulled off the tacky pants. She was not wearing any underwear either. I began to lick her clit. This went on for about 5 minutes until the fluid dripped out of her pussy right down the drain. 

She said, "Switch!"

I ripped my shorts off and sat down on the sinks. She began by giving me head for a minute. I grabbed onto the mirror leaving a mark where my hand slid across. Then she got me all lubed up with her spit. I love having a wet dick. She then proceeded to lick my balls sufficiently and spit on my dick once more.

I saw her body move up. Then her breasts wrapped around my dick as I screamed with pleasure. She went up and down in a rather quick motion. My dick was ready to explode. 

I said, "Hold on a minute." I ran my dick under some cold water and was ready to go again. As soon as I had finished with the water she slipped a condom onto my member only using her lips. This was a talent that is hard to come by. 

She then said, "Are you ready." 

I replied, "Oh yeah!" She told me to lie down. So I did on the cold tile floor. This made me arch my back and get ready to go. She bent down ever so slowly until her pussy totally covered my dick. 

She moaned, "Fuck me." So I did. I fucked her hard. The forceful up and down motions caused all of the stall doors to open. This did not alarm me.

I said, "Got anything tighter." She the bent over doggy style and I stood up. I was ready to go. I slipped my penis into her ass and began to fuck as fast as before. She whined a little but was fine with it when I started stimulating her clit with my finger. She cummed again.

She asked, "Are you ready yet?" I said yes and got back on the sinks. She opened her mouth ready to accept my seed remembering to pull the condom off. I ran my hand up and down my penis at an incredible rate. I moaned and breathed deeply and then suddenly I burst. The sperm went flying everywhere. Some went on her breasts and her face and in her mouth and on the floor. I was satisfied. 

But then we heard more not coming from either of us. We looked and in one of the stalls was a gentleman of about 45 who had been watching us and jacking off the whole time. 

Just when we arrived we saw him finish up and his sperm too went flying all over the place. He said, "That's the best porn I've seen in years."



Service Before Self



It's lights out. I'm exhausted. Though I would be able to fall asleep the second my head landed on the soft feather, cool pillow I long for a shower. Quietly I gather my things and slip into the ladies latrine. The space is wide open. I feel free. Free of time schedules, my senses relax from constant state of awareness I need to bare to get my job done. My breaths are deep, my heart slows, my muscles relax. I set my towel on the rack and undress myself. I let down my hair and step into the shower. The showerhead is broken therefore a constant stream of water flows down. The pressure of it massages my back. I put my face directly into the stream and let the water run down my chest, between my cleavage, to my toes. My stress melts away. 

You pace the dark hall in the male bay. The boys bore you. You hear snickering and whispers in bay one but you do not much feel like doing anything about it. No one else would notice. Everyone was sleeping and if they weren't then they out in town at the nearest restaurant relaxing their selves. You were nominated to stay behind to make sure no one caused any trouble. Your boots make knocking sound as you head toward the female bay. All is quiet for the most part. The only things audible are the fans running and with swish of your pressed BDU. You hear another noise-faint though distinct. It grows louder as you walk towards the latrines. It is definitely water running. You complete your rounds first. With your red flashlight you are discreet and monitor behavior as well as look for who has the nerve to be out of bed. You get to bay three. You look along the right side...nothing, just an obnoxious snoring girl filling the room with nonsense. You search the left wall, ah-ha. An empty bed. Covers not even flutter kicked. You shine the dim light on her footlockers name tag-"Leoni, Nikki" it reads. You feelings towards this are mixed. Both disappointed and-yet intrigued. You back out of the room and head to find me. 

The door to the bathroom opens quietly. Steam brushes past your face. You walk towards the shower I am in; I am distracted and do not hear you. You step over my clothes and open the first shower curtain. The floor is soaked you can see my arms soapy, with conditioner, reach out up and smooth my hair to rinse. You wait a moment and I turn and soak my face. You get a glimpse of me and proceed to ever so slowly peel back the curtain to see more. My eyes are closed; I do not notice. 

You decide not to barge in on me on account of the fact I may instinctively scream. Instead you step backward out of between both curtains. Once out, you call my name very sternly. I freeze, for I was just thinking of you, my eyes flutter open. You call me again, quieter this time and tell me, "Front and center." 

"But Sir?" I begin to ask inquiringly, but you cut me off and demand it once more. 

I turn off the faucet and wring out my long brown hair. You hear all of this and wait patiently I step out and wrap my hanging blue towel around me, holding it at the back. Reluctantly I slide back the curtain all the way, my head down, and I step in front of you. 

"Yes Sir?" I ask. You give me a speech about why I think this is okay, how unsatisfactory I am etc. "I'm sorry Sir," I begin but you snap at me about standing at attention when I talk to you. I reach around, tuck in my towel to the front and leave my arms to my sides. You continue. More yelling-only so loud as I can hear you. 

"I'm really disappointed," you say. "I saw massive potential in you and you pull this." 

My eyes drop. "I'm sorry to have disappointed you Sir, I always have been. I will try and make it up to you Sir," I say partly due to my affection for you and because I know I've screwed up.

"Will you? How do you suppose to do that?"

"I'm not sure Sir," I drop my head lower. 

"Do you want me to show you how?" you reply. 

My heart skips. "Yes Sir," I say completely ignorant of what I just got myself into. 

You swiftly un-tuck my towel and let it drop to my feet. Your eyes devour me. Only the steam keeps me warm now and my nipples convey this. I have goose-bumps all over my body. Your stare doesn't help either. My mind is riveted. I catch your eyes with mine. Your eyes stay firmly locked as you reach out your hand. You run your fingertips over my shoulders, down my spine, on my breasts and stomach making sure to keep away from my pussy. I shiver; more goose-bumps. 

Abruptly you pierce the silence with an order, "Leave everything and follow me." I look at you with a confused expression and glance down. You roll your eyes, "Yes you can bring your towel." You and I tip toe through the dim hall towards the front door. We emerge into the darkness and shoot out into the mildly cool night rounding the building t the male bay. 

You open the door for me and rush me into the "FTO Bat Cave". You push the massive fans in front of the door quickly. They shouldn't be back for a while but you know we should not take chances. My heart beats fast and you take my hand and lead me to one of the back corners. You have me sit on the second to last bed on the left side. My hair drips down into my cleavage and you stare for a second. We are isolated now you fully realize. You can do what you want to me. The doors are secured and not one person knows what we are up to. 

You slip off your jacket and flop it over the beds end. 

A burst of energy floods you. 

You rush at me and your face lays me down. We kiss passionately and continue to as you run your hands over my toweled body. My heart pounds my chest harder. You feel this on your palm and cuff your fingers under my towel's knot soon to feel my warm skin. I feel you too and moan quietly underneath you when your grip on my breast grows tight. You slide your hand down my leg and I gasp when I feel your light touch on my clit. I bite my lip to suppress anymore sound. You kiss my neck and stop. You have gotten ahead of yourself.

You get up, keep your cool, and say, "I apologize. This is not how you should be taught. Are you sure you want to do this?" I nod. "Then you need to listen to me clearly. Are you paying attention to Cadet Leoni?" 

You ask because my stare has wandered from your eyes to your strong presence. Being so short and sitting on the bed, measurably you overpower me. 

"Do as I say exactly...understood?" 

"Alright," I reply confusedly. In a snap you bend down a little and grab the back of my head and hair.

"It is 'Sir' from this point on Cadet Leoni." Your grip was a little too hard. I tear up a little but suck it up and blink it away. 

"Yes Sir," I look determinedly in your gorgeous eyes. You kiss my lips Still holding on you tell me to suck your cock. I look directly at the bulge and head my hands to the button and the zipper above it. I slip them down to your ankles-you loosen your grip to allow this. My nipples are hard and brush your knee as I go down. When I return, so does your hand to my hair your fingers entangled. Your right hand caresses my breast. 

"Permission to begin Sir?" I ask as I look up at you.

"Yes Cadet Leoni, you may suck my cock."

I do the same to your boxers and I did to your pants. I wait until my mouth is in position to examine what you have given to work with. Upon seeing you, I immediately imagine you fucking me. Second thought that comes to mind is 'I hope it will fit'. I stare up at you and take you into my mouth. Slowly I slide you deeper but then I take you out and lick my lips. I can taste you already. I lick both my palms and wrap my hands around you. Twisting them in opposite directions I implant the rest of your dick in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking on your head. Yes I am enjoying this. Soon after I begin to show off and really please you. I let my right hand drop to your balls and lightly finger them with little squeezes here and there. Your cock is soaked with my saliva and so I squeeze my hand up and down smoothly. My mouth follows and stretches the length it goes down each pump. On the last one my lips tighten and my squeeze increases pressure and I shove you into my throat as far as I can go. You moan and tell me 'Again' but I am lost in pleasing you. My hand begins to work your cock harder and I make tender licks and kisses all up and down your shaft. This pleases you, and momentarily you forget you have given me an order. I suck you in a pace that's quicker now and getting more so. But I am not deep- throating you. I will soon but you grow impatient. With every extension down your cock you wait for my lips to graze your pelvis and for the warmth of my throat completely engulfing you but it does not come. My pace gets quicker. Not long after you've thought this through your patience wears out. You try to interrupt my again from ravaging your cock. Ignorance. My mind is wrapped around your hard smooth dick penetrating my mouth at all, and how this could be happening to me. Your large demanding hand takes over now and pulls my hand away from your dick. The other shoves my small throat all the way to your pelvis before I can barely take a breath. You entangle your fingers again. I do not gag- this surprises you. Five seconds go by and my need to breathe causes me to react. The back of my throat spasms over your head, giving you the ultimate high. You pump out of my throat and I breathe for a little you but slam back into my mouth. This time the gag is fierce. You do not much care but you let me go a couple seconds later. Both your pre-cum and my drool had you saturated. I can taste you in the back of my throat. I gasp and take long deep breaths. Your hand jerks my head to look up at you. 

"I don't like show-offs," you say. "I know you were being one because you did not obey the command I gave you right away like we agreed." 

"I'm sorry Sir. What was it Sir?"

"To deep throat me again Cadet Leoni. Are you going to listen to me?"

"Of course, I'm sorry Sir."

"Yes you will be if this keeps up." I look up at you, my brown eyes a little teary from before. Your thumb caresses my cheeks and wipes them away. With my eyes I ask again. You nod. My mouth lets you penetrate it and I slide completely down your shaft, my nose hitting your stomach. You moan just a little, barely audible. I come up and suck on your head licking the very tip softly and continue deep throating you. My pace quickens and my hands that are resting on my knees move to your thighs. With my nails I scrape your skin giving you goose-bumps. My hair is now drying a bit and you run your fingers through it, petting me. My hands move to stroking your balls, and holding onto your thighs and ass for balance. From you view you watch my head ascend and descend on your dick. My long hair drapes down my back and over my shoulder. My breasts slightly bounce nipples still hard and cold. 

All the sensations of your sight and the sound of my slurping and sucking mixed with the physical touching starts to get to you. I move my attention to you feeling my flattened tongue fully all over your cock. My tongue is smooth and warm against your dick and it presses against your hardness. All this time, you have kept your composure making me work for your satisfaction. It becomes hard for you now that I've gone back to deep throating you. Your muscles tense, knees weaken and your breaths turn into moans. Your abdominal region contracts at my every touch now. I am in control. Your moans get louder and electricity likens the way the sounds run down my spine. My pussy gets moist and starts to ache. I begin to hum and moan as your cock fills my throat. You hear them; they get you harder still, but your role as Master kicks in. 

"Stop," you say, "I don't wish to cum yet." I stop for a second but continue because of how badly I want you to, need you to cum. Your spine tingles and you moan loudly, feeling the pressure of an orgasm. The pressure mounts as I suck. "Stop it!" you yell again and you raise your hand to me. Reluctantly I stop. You are mad now. You lunge at me and I turn to escape whatever it is you are about to do to me. Your right hand reaches out and digs into my side laying me flat against the bed. You pull my arms to my back so if I were to try to get away it would be very painful for me. You set yourself up to penetrate me and let go of my arm. In place of that your left arm yanks my head back and your other hand squeezes my tits. 

"You've done it again Cadet Leoni." You shove your cock into my incredibly tight pussy. It turns out I did have a reason to wonder if it would fit. Despite my natural slipperiness my pussy still adjusts to accommodate you and it hurts. You jolt into me to push it further still. I grunt in pain but it is ignored. "I thought you'd be totally compliant but you've proved me wrong. My neck is exposed and you just now notice I am wearing my choker. This turns you on more. You fuck me brutally. I whisper 'ow' and you react by talking in my ear. "I don't want to hear it. This is what you wanted right? This is what you had in mind?" 

"Yes Sir," I eek out of my abused throat. You pull all the way out and thrust yourself back in into my pussy harder. I moan loud. "See?" you laugh and begin fucking me relentlessly. The bed squeaks along with my moans. Your right arm travels down my hips and pulls me toward you. "Harder Sir," I ask hoping you will go with it. 

"How long have you wanted this Cadet Leoni?" you ask short of breath. 

"Always," I reply. 

"'Always' what?" Painfully you fuck me harder-god I love this. 

"Always Sir! Oh god!" I yell. I moan loud now and you breathe heavily and grunt into my ear. Oh fuck I'm wet. You situate me further on to the bed and I lift me to my knees. Your hands move to my waist and your muscles pull me to you. You stop and tell me to rock into you. There's really no need. Since your stopping my pussy becomes neglected and I push back already. My rocking is violent. Almost shoving you off the bed. You take this time to take off your shirt and drop it to the floor. Your back sweats from all the hard work. Your arms push me back to you once again. 

"Your cock feels so good Sir."

"I know it does." You turn your wrist and begin to play with my clit. I can barely stay on my knees. My moans grow louder and more frustrated. Your other hand rubs my back and shoulders, pulling me to you faster. I can feel my pussy secrete my honey on to your dick. Your weight against me excites me. You're about to cum and you stop. I catch my breath as do you, as you flip me over onto my back. You tell me to hand you a pillow. You place it under your knees and the down in it helps with the hard floor. You pull me by my ass to you and rub your solid cock on my clit. I arch my back and shift to try and get to you with no avail. "Not until I am ready." You look into my eyes and scan my body. I lean on my elbows and my 36c breasts lay perky and alert. I bite my lip as the intensity increases. Your left thumb comes into play and I can not handle this. 

"Please," I beg you. You reach up and kiss me full on the lips with tongue and bite my neck. 

"Poor you," You stick your two fingers, pointer and index in my mouth. I suck at them as if they were your dick and when moist you part my pussy and start to play. You penetrate me and tell me 'cum hither' with your fingers-your thumb still working hard. My breaths come from my diaphragm now and I jerk but you hold me in place. I try to calm down with my breaths but I just moan and make it worse for myself. "This does something for you Cadet Leoni?" I only answer with the loudest moan yet. At that you remove your hands and begin to fuck my tight little pussy. Jackhammer would be a better word. Your arms pull me to you by the waist, your moans increasing in volume. You see my tits bouncing up and down and still you go faster. You move your hands to my shoulders and one around my neck. My moans are stifled and I feel as if I'm going to cum once your thumb does so. I can breathe but only sparingly. The pressure in my ears as well as in my pussy builds. You lean up onto me and grab my hair, the other hand still choking me slightly. My toes curl and my feet get hot as we both get closer. Your hands grab at me-my ass, hips, and tits. After all this you grip my hair tighter pulling it back and ask if I'm almost there. I do not answer for a moment and you let go of my throat. 

"Yes Sir!" I gasp and stutter eventually. One last time you kiss me, fucking my mouth with your tongue and you put your whole hand over my neck. You slow down your cocks speed but pick it up and use all of your strength and the rest of your energy in pounding the fuck out of my tight young pussy. I raise my arms and my hands grip the edge of the bed and its sheets. The pressure releases off of me, my back arches and I moan –open mouthed into your ear as loud as your hand will let me. At that time your pressure releases at last. You hold me tight and pump into me until it hurts for you and you're unable to keep going. 

My heart pounds. You let out a sigh following a small grunt and drop your weight on me. My grip releases on the sheets above me. We breathe deeply, my nails run through your hair and on your neck. We lie and bask in the ecstasy of it all. 



Service Call



Damn, another service call. I was hoping to get the afternoon off but this damn beeper won't let me go.

Calling in to the Service Center, the dispatcher tells me that there is a call in the newer section of town that I need to catch.

I try to get them to send someone else but the other service men are still on other calls and I am the only one available. Fuck! There goes the afternoon.

"This better be an emergency!" I am thinking to myself as I turn into the newer subdivision with its fancy cars and two story homes with manicured lawns.

Finding the house, I pull into the driveway. A Jaguar sits in the garage.

"Probably some rich bitch." I mutter to myself in utter disgust. 

Pushing the doorbell, I adjust my clothing to some resemblance of a person who cares about the company he represents. The door swings open and I see her for the first time. She is about thirty five or forty years old, blonde shoulder length hair and a fitness trainer toned body. She holds her hands out with her fingers extended. Her finger nails freshly painted, she is trying to air dry them while answering the door.

"Yep, a rich bitch. Nothing to do but paint her nails." I mutter to myself again.

"Oh, you must be the service boy." she says in her most derisive voice.

"Boy Hell!" I think to myself. 

"What can I do for you?" I ask the bitch.

"My power is out in the back room and I need to go in there to exercise. The lights or the stereo wouldn't come on." she told me while looking past me as if I were an intrusion to her.

"I'll have it repaired in no time." I reassured her wanting to hurry and get the hell out of there.

"I expect so. I don't have time for this." she responded as she turned and started through the house.

Following her, I noticed that the house was furnished in a feminine style. If a man lived here, he was obviously not around very often. There were no pictures of men on the walls or shelves, not even a spoiled little dog. 

"This bitch must live alone. All alone to her pampered self." I thought.

Reaching the exercise room, I try the light switch and the stereo. No response so I check the circuit breaker.

"I already told you that the light didn't work!" she barked. "Good God, they could have sent someone with a brain!" she continued.

"Look lady, I don't know who you are and I don't give a damn, but I need to check things out methodically. Now if you will just leave the room, I can get to work." I told her in the coldest tone I could muster.

"I'm not going to leave this room, it's my house and I'll stand in any damn room I wish!" she complained putting her hands on her spandex covered hips and leaning forward as if trying to help project her words. Leaning forward, her breasts stretched the fabric of her T-shirt giving me an outline of her bra and their contents.

"Strange I didn't notice those tits before." I said to myself as I felt an urge towards her.

"Do as you please then." I told her as I took the cover plate off the light switch to check for current.

"Anyway, how else will I be able to keep an eye on you while you work?" she retorted.

"What? Do you think I'm gonna steal something?" I asked astonished at her forwardness.

"Who knows? I don't know you from Adam. You might be a thief or a rapist." she responded.

"Uh huh" I thought. At that moment, I decided that I was going to teach this bitch a lesson. 

"This circuit is not getting power. It is tied into the room next door." I told her.

"That's the spare bedroom. Do you need to go in there?" she asked as she headed for the door and turned towards it.

"Yes." Entering the room, I saw the huge brass bed taking up the majority of the space. I removed the cover plate of that light switch also.

She sat down on the bed and watched me some more. I started for the door to find the electrical panel when she stood up again and said, "Where the hell are you going now?"

"I have had enough of this bitch. I'm going to teach her how to treat a man!" I reassured myself. Closing the door, I locked the door knob without her noticing. Turning around, I saw her eyes begin to open wide as I walked towards her.

"What the hell are you doing?" she cried.

"You are a bitch and I'm going to show you how I treat bitches." I stated as I removed my belt. She tried to stand but I pushed her back down on the bed. Using my body weight, I sat on top of her while her arms flung wildly at me. Taking a few blows, a grabbed her arms and tied her wrists to the bed with the belt. Her legs began flailing wildly as I went back to the exercise room to get a towel. Returning to the spare bedroom, I used my pocketknife to cut the towel into long strips. I got back on the bed with her wildly swinging legs and began to catch them one at a time to tie them up by her ankles. After a couple of minutes and a couple of kicks to my shoulders and arms, she was restrained. I stood above the bed and looked down at her laying spread out and helpless.

"Now. Do you have anything smart to say?" I gloated.

"No sir. Please don't hurt me." she cried impishly.

I opened my pocketknife again and moved in to her. She began to squirm and cry. I placed the blade under the waist of the spandex pants and cut them along her right leg. I came back up and cut the left leg freeing her from her pants. I pulled them from beneath her exposing her pink panties. I took the blade and cut the top the same way and removed it from beneath her. Her bra heaved with her breath. Her tits were larger than I had imagined. I placed the cold blade between her heaving breasts and pulled sharply. Her bra snapped away as the blade cut through. Her tits bounced free as she began to shiver. I turned my attention to her pink panties. I started the cold blade at her tits and softly ran it down her side until it caught beneath the side of her panties. Pulling hard, the material gave way. Doing the same to her other side, I freed her ass from the clothing and removed it from the bed.

She was naked now and I could feel the urge having an effect on my cock. My pants were swelling as I looked at her beauty.

"Please don't hurt me." she cried.

"Shut up bitch!" I commanded. I unbuttoned my shirt and pants letting them hit the floor. Stepping out of the pants, I dropped my briefs exposing my rock hard eight-inch cock.

"Oh my God." she exclaimed as she stared at my engorged tool.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she screamed.

Bending down on the bed, I stuffed a strip of the cut up towel in her mouth. Then I took a nipple in my mouth and began to suck. I used the other hand to fondle the other tit. Rubbing one nipple between my fingers and the other between my teeth, I began my torture. She continued to cry as I sucked her tit for all I was worth. Her nipples were erect and her breathing was getting shorter. I wasn't sure if it was from the sensations or the terror but I continued my lesson on manners.

I took my finger and inserted it into her almost dry pussy. She resisted as much as she could but with her restraints, there was little she could do. My finger probed her cunt and found her clit hiding under it's hood. I began rubbing it with the inserted finger and she began moaning instead of crying. Her hips began to move in time with my finger. Her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. When she was dripping wet, I withdrew my finger. Her face began to show the frustrations of her rising tension. I took my hammer from my tool belt, rubbed the handle between her cunt lips to get it lubricated and smiled at her. She looked bewildered. I took the handle of the hammer and pressed it against her tight ass. Finding her hole, I rammed the hammer home. Her hips jerked at the intrusion of this anal missile but I began slow strokes in her ass. She slowly began to relax as her eyes closed and her hips moved again in time with the strokes.

"My God, this bitch is a slut." I said to myself.

With the hammer moving in and out of her ass, I used my other hand and resumed fingering her sopping wet cunt. I stroked her clit again and I could tell the fullness of her ass and the pussy treatment was building up to an orgasm. Her breaths were coming shorter now and her hips began bucking to my hammer and finger. As soon as I could tell she was about to climax, I removed my finger and stuck it under her nose.

"Smell your lust, you fucking slut!" I commanded.

She took a deep smell of her scent and moved her hips as if begging for me to put my finger back in her. 

I removed the towel in her mouth and stuck my fuck finger in it.

"Lick your juice!" I commanded again.

Obediently, she tongued my finger clean of her juices. I left the hammer in her ass and got on the bed and straddled her chest, causing my blood gorged cock to hit her in the nose.

"Suck on this!" I barked. "Don't think about biting it. If you do, I'll insert the hammer the other way and tear you apart from the ass to your fucking mouth."

With this, I stuck my dick in her open mouth. To my surprise, she welcomed it with open lips. She sucked my cock with savagery. She moved her head upward to engulf my tool as deep as she could get it. I know it was going down her throat because my balls were hitting her chin. She moved her tongue up and down my shaft and I was rising to explosion. I pulled out of her because I didn't want to cum in her mouth.

"Please don't." she whimpered. "Let me suck it some more."

I moved from on top of her and got between her legs. I reached back and released the restraints on her ankles, removed the hammer from her ass and lifted her legs over my shoulders. With her swollen pussy exposed to me, I rammed my dick in to the hilt. 

"Oh Shit! Oh my God. Yes.......Oh God, Fuck Me!" she begged.

I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. My balls were banging into her ass as I pounded away at her cunt.

"You're a fucking slut aren't you." I told her.

"I'll be anything you need....Just fuck me." she panted.

Her tits were bouncing madly as I rammed in and out until I exploded into orgasm. Her hips bucked and her body shook as she came also. She screamed at her final release and I pinched one of her nipples to finish it off.

Her body went limp as I withdrew my semi hard cock from her spent pussy. Our juices were dripping from her pussy and running between her ass cheeks onto the bed.

"I'm sorry I treated you like shit." She confessed as she looked at me. "I'm alone in this house and I feel that I have to act that way to scare people away."

"You didn't scare me. Actually, I just got pissed off. Anyway, I'll fix your lights after I clean up." I replied to her.

"No. I mean, that's alright. I'll call back up tomorrow and maybe they will send you back." She said as she smiled wickedly.

"I'll be on call so if you think you are ready for a rematch, I'll be ready." I challenged.

"I'll be ready. Come by for lunch. I want to make sure you get a good meal so you will have enough energy." she said accepting my challenge.

Grinning, I got dressed and left. 

Man, I love my job.



Service Call



I was working as a representative of a big chain electronics store. I'm one of the guys who works on computers, including house calls. You know the one, I'm sure.

So, I'm out on some calls and I go to this one house. Small house, nice neighborhood. I remember there were lots of flowers planted in the front. Seems like there were more flowers than lawn, all different colors and varieties. Besides that, there was nothing that unusual about the place. 

I rang the bell and a woman answered the door. She said, "are you from ..." and I said "I'm here from ..." She smiled politely and opened the door for me. "Thanks," I said as I stepped inside. 

The woman was taller than me, maybe by a couple of inches. I'm 5'6", she was maybe 5'8". She had long, straight black hair, and she wore it pulled back, loosely, behind her head. Her complexion was a little dark, and her eyes were very dark. The irises were brown, but they were so dark it was hard to see where the iris ended and the pupil began.

She asked me to wait for just a second, and I said "sure." It gave me a chance to watch her walk down the short hallway and into what was probably the kitchen. She was wearing a button-down blouse, untucked, kind of a cream color. She also had on a black skirt, down to her ankles. I don't know fabrics or anything, but they seemed earthy, maybe made of hemp. Her body looked great. Shapely, a nice round ass below a narrow waist, and no fat that I could see. She was barefoot, and somehow it seemed like she was barely touching the floor as she walked away.

As she turned the corner, I noticed a framed picture on the wall. Which is strange, because I don't normally notice what people have on their walls. For some reason, I noticed this one. I was a drawing, or a sketch, whatever they're called. It was simple in a way, but strangely arresting. In the foreground was a woman, seen from the back, sitting on the ground. Her long hair was pulled back, loosely. In the background was an outdoor landscape, a river or stream, and lots of trees. The woman's head was tilted up, looking at a huge moon. 

The woman in the picture was naked. She had a very womanly figure, but the sketch showed that she was trim and muscular. Not big like a guy, but muscle tone everywhere. Upper back, arms, lower back. Firm round ass. The woman was leaning on one arm, looking up at the moon. Don't know what it was about that picture, but I felt like I could have looked at its simple lines for hours.

From the kitchen, I could hear the woman's light footsteps, coming towards me. I turned my head, smiled a little smile, and she smiled her polite smile back at me. She glanced at the print, then back at me, same polite smile.

"I was just putting on some tea. The computer is upstairs. Follow me."

"Sure thing." Especially since it gave me a chance to check out her round ass as we went up the short flight of steps. Those light steps of hers made her ass move in a very seductive way.

The computer was in her bedroom, on a small desk on the wall furthest from the bed. We talked about the problem she was having. I asked lots of questions, trying not to get lost in those dark eyes of hers. She had very plain features, with flawless skin, but it was a struggle to stop from staring at her face. And to not look down at her chest. Her shirt was open down to her cleavage, and of course I was thinking about seeing them out of that shirt.

After we talked through her problem, I said, "OK, I know what I need to do." As much as I liked looking at her, I had to get to work at some point. She looked at me for a long moment. Her eyes stayed level with mine, but somehow I got the feeling that she was looking me up and down. I just stayed still and waited for her to say something or make a move. "Great, well I'll let you get to work and I'll be back shortly."

I sat down to get started. I didn't dare think anything could happen between us, but I thought at least I'd have her to think about when I got home that night.

I was about half way done with my work when she came back upstairs and into the room. She was carrying something that was very pungent. I didn't recognize it, though it smelled earthy, maybe even like pot a little bit.

"Here you go," and she was holding out a clay mug to me. I didn't know what it was, but my natural reaction was to say "thanks" and take it from her. The tea was steaming a bit, but not too hot to drink. I took a sip or two and asked her what kind of tea it was. She looked at me with those dark eyes, smiled, and said, "oh, it's my own blend. I have all kinds of herbs and leaves in my garden out back."

I told her I liked it, and sipped at it as I went back to work. She sat next to me, drinking from her own mug, not saying anything. Just kind of sitting and waiting. I started talking about the work I was doing, just for something to say, taking sips of the tea the whole time.

After a few minutes, I found myself trailing off. I was talking, then I just kind of stopped. Stopped working too. Just leaned back in the chair and sat. It was weird. I should have been working, but it was like my body just decided to take a litte break. 

I must have had a confused look on my face, because she said to me, "don't worry. There's nothing to worry about." Easy for her to say. I was the one who couldn't move, though I could still feel all my limbs, fingers and toes, and I could see and hear everything that was going on.

She leaned over and took the mug away. Then she took hold of my chair and rotated it away from the desk, so that I was facing her bed. I was realizing that I could move my arms, my neck, but not more than an inch or two. And even more strange was that I didn't really want to move. This was some kind of weird buzz.

"Go ahead and stand up." I was pretty confused by her saying this, but even more confused when I found myself doing it. Ten seconds ago, I couldn't even type, now I was standing up just because she told me to. "Good," she said, her voice kind but confident, firm. She stood up herself and walked me the few feet over to her bed.

She turned me around, my body following along with whatever she wanted. "Arms," she said, as she started untucking my shirt. And up they went. She took my shirt off, tossed it aside, and ran her hands down my sides and chest. She looked into my eyes, like she was checking on something. A small smile, but not much of an expression besides that.

She sat me down on the bed and got my shoes and pants off. My heart was pounding. Here I was, having an "you'll never believe this" kind of house call, but I was just her puppet. She said move, and I did. Otherwise, I was practically a statue.

She stepped back and without looking at me, started to strip. Her shirt came off, and there were her heavy, round breasts and large, dark nipples. She slid her skirt down, and her womanly figure was completely naked in front of me. I couldn't make a sound, but I was screaming inside.

"Lie back," she said, putting her hand lightly on my chest and pushing me back. She was looking over my body, at my half erect cock. She climbed on top of me, straddling my stomach. She glanced down at my dick again, then leaned in close and whispered something. Don't ask me what she said, because I do not remember. I'm not even sure it was English. What I do remember is that I went from half-mast to raging boner in about one second. Somehow it felt like I was twice as big as my actual size. The sensation was amazing. 

She was looking at my face, she seemed to make up her mind about something and said some more words. Again, I don't remember what. Then she put her hand on my chest and stroked me up and down. And just that little thing was amazing. It was like I could feel her hand, and feel it move, but there was a sense echo, so that I still felt where her hand was a second before. She stroked me with both hands and it felt like there was about eight hands on me all at once.

I exhaled heavily and she smiled that little smile again. She moved up and positioned her crotch over my face. She said something else, then moved slowly down to my mouth. I was opened wide, waiting for her, my tongue hanging out. As she lowered her pussy to me, I pressed my tongue up against her and brought my lips up and kissed her pussy. 

I moved my tongue against her closed lips at first, then pressed in to separate them. She gave a small, satisfied moan and she started to feel her tits. Moving her hands underneath, pushing them up, then over the front of them. I licked one of her lips from bottom to top, then the other from top to bottom, then brought my tongue up through the parted lips. She said something and I moved my tongue up to her clit. She moaned and starting to feel her nipples, with her palm and fingertips, then squeezing them between her fingers.

I licked her clit, my tongue flat on it and going over it side to side, up and down. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, circling all around it. Her clit was all I could think about, and I was working it like I had never worked one before. The rest of my body was spread eagle and immobile, but my mouth was moving just fine. I took her clit into my mouth and worked my tongue over it, pressing it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She pulled in her legs and pressed them against my head. She was moaning, her head thrown back, looking up. I licked her faster, keeping her clit in my mouth, my lips clamped down. She started bucking and orgasmed, her hands clutching at her breasts.

She lifted up slightly and stayed there for a few seconds. I looked up at her, but she was looking to the side. She then moved back, positioning herself over my still hard cock. 

She took hold of my cock and slipped it inside her, easily. I felt her close in around me and wanted to moan, but I don't think I could. She put her hands on my chest and worked her hips up and down. My brain was screaming, wanting to reach up and touch her, grab her tits, anything. But she had what she wanted with my full dick, and she just flat out fucked me. 

Once or twice, she pulled off of me and pressed my cock against her clit, rubbing me against it. Then back inside her, working up and down. Faster and faster until she came again, moaning and exhaling. She slowed down but did not stop completely. She looked into my eyes, and said something, then started moving faster again. It was like she had given me the OK, because seconds later, I was exploding inside of her, barely making a sound, but hearing her soft moans as she felt my cum shoot up inside of her.

She leaned over me to give me a soft kiss, her breasts lightly touching my chest. Then she was up and out of the room. I'm not sure how long she was gone. She came back in, fully dressed, then she got me up off the bed and got me dressed. She led me back downstairs and to the door. She leaned in, gave me another soft kiss, then whispered into my ear. I could feel the control coming back to me, as I was able to open the door and pull my keys out of my pocket. I was feeling damn bewildered, but all I could think to do was walk away, get in my car and go.

I've never been able to tell anyone this story. I tried to tell one of my co-workers once, but something stopped me from getting the words out. My tongue just froze up, like I wasn't in control all over again. I've managed to type it up, but something tells me I may not be able to send it or post it or anything. We'll see. In the meantime, I keep looking at the call sheets, wondering if I'm going to get another call for service at that witch's house.



Service Call



He saw it, right there in the middle of the bar of soap. It was a dark hair, partially stuck to the bar, its short strand curled up like a delicate spring. Going back to his tool box, Andy pulled out a small zip top sandwich bag and a pair of tweezers. Stepping one foot into the shower he reached out, pinched the hair in the tweezers and carefully put it in his bag. Sliding his fingers over the top, he sealed the bag and then looking down he noticed the clump of blonde hair on her shower drain. He grabbed the clump, slipped it into his pocket and then walked over to his tool box where he carefully placed the small bag in one of the compartments.

Andy paused a moment then, reviewing the events that led to this discovery. Since hacking into the files of a local plumbing company he had watched for an opportunity just like this one. A lady had called complaining of her toilet running all the time. Normally a fairly simple repair, Andy checked her account and saw there were a number of small plumbing repairs, a good sign for him. Hoping his hunch was right, he cancelled her service request and then donned his plumbing uniform and drove to her house.

The lady who answered the door was an attractive woman in her thirties, maybe early forties, with blonde hair and just a hint of dark roots. She was a bit shorter than Andy so as he looked down at her face, he naturally glanced at her breasts. They were large, especially considering that the rest of her body was fairly slim. Probably fake, but Andy never let himself worry about whether a woman's breasts were real or not, no after a few good squeezes and perhaps a suck or two he moved on.

"Charlie's not coming today?" she asked him as she stepped back from the door.

Walking into the house Andy replied, "No, called in sick today, you'll have to settle for me. Unless you want to wait until he's better, only thing, they think he has the flu."

"Ewwww, no I don't think we need to do that."

Acting as professionally as possible he said, "I understand you have a toilet that keeps running."

"Yes, it's right in here," she said, walking through the living room and into her bedroom. "Please excuse the mess, you got here so quickly I didn't have time to straighten up much."

Andy followed her through the bedroom to the master bathroom. Once he stepped inside he heard the toilet running and quickly pulled off the tank lid and looked inside. Looking up at the woman he said, "It's the flapper, the rubber has broken down some and isn't sealing properly. I have one in the truck I can get but you might want to look at the valve here too. It's working okay now, but it's pretty old and rusted. If you like I can change that out too, it will probably cost forty dollars more, but you won't have to waste money on another service call."

"Oh I don't know. I have a lot of plumbing problems and Charlie is so good at fixing them."

"Okay, I'll just do the..."

"On second thought, why don't you go ahead and fix the valve too," she said leaning against the door frame.

Andy stood up and said, "I'll go get my tool box and the flapper and valve." He paused for a moment, waiting for her to move from the doorway. Once he realized she wasn't moving, he turned sideways and eased through the door, feeling his chest brush lightly against her breast. He then walked out of her house and out to his truck. 

Grabbing a green and red box and his tool kit from inside his truck, he was glad he convinced her to replace the valve along with the flapper since the only flapper he could get was actually attached to the valve. He could have taken it apart but the installation would have been tricky, this way everything would slip together just fine. Locking up his truck, he took the box and tool kit, headed back up the sidewalk and, after a quick knock on the door, he stepped back into her house.

The woman was still standing in the bathroom doorway so he had to squeeze past her once again as he set his tool kit down and reached down behind the toilet and turned off the valve. As he reached into the tank to raise the flapper and drain the tank he heard the bathroom door close. "Good," he whispered to himself. He was worried she would stand there and watch him while he completed the repair.

He quickly removed the flapper and as the last of the water was slowly trickling out of the tank he began his search, first looking into the shower where he found the pubic hair on the soap and then grabbed the clump of hair from the shower drain. He then looked around the rest of the bathroom hoping to find a clothes hamper but saw it wasn't in the bathroom. Going through her medicine cabinet and under her sink and looking at the numerous pill bottles, he pretty much confirmed she lived alone, something that he suspected considering the frilly décor in the bathroom.

Moving back to the toilet he dabbed up the rest of the water in the tank and began removing the valve hoping he'd get an opportunity to look around her bedroom for the clothes hamper. While finding the hair in the shower was nice, he really wanted to get his hands on a pair of panties, preferably from the dirty clothes. Working quickly on the valve he imagined watching the woman slowly remove her panties, noticing the wet spot in silky fabric as she casually dropped them into her hamper.

He pictured himself sliding the panties over his head, letting the damp crotch fall down over his nose and mouth. Taking a deep breath he imagined the scent and then, as he slipped the wet fabric into his mouth, the taste. Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, he focused on attaching the new valve, careful not to over tighten the bolt. Once he finished, he reached behind the toilet and turned on the valve, letting the tank refill.

Gathering up his tools he felt his erection slowly subsiding so when the tank filled, he flushed the toilet, looked around for leaks and then watched the flapper fall into place. Once the tank filled again, he listened quietly to confirm it wasn't leaking. Smiling he said to himself, "Done right, first time -- every time."

He put the old valve and flapper in his tool kit, grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up around the toilet, tossed the paper into the wastebasket, then closed his tool box. Opening the bathroom door, he stepped into the woman's bedroom and noticed the clothes she had been wearing when he came there were all on the bed, including a light blue pair of panties. Glancing around he guessed she was most likely up front so he grabbed the panties, opened his tool box and slipped them in.

Pausing in her room for a few moments, he let his attention focus on the soft texture of the panties as his fingers slid over the elastic waistband and then along the lace until finding the cottony crotch. It wasn't damp, but he figured it might have had time to dry since she took them off. He could always feel for a bit of the residue from her pussy when he was alone. He closed his toolbox and walked up toward the front of the house where he found her in the kitchen, wearing a robe.

"Oh hi, you finished already?"

Andy nodded, "Yep, got the valve and flapper done."

"I am going out so I hope you don't mind that I took a shower in the other bathroom while you worked. Silly me, I made some lemonade but forgot to bring it to you in the bathroom. Would you like some now?"

"Okay," he replied, pulling out a receipt book. "I'll take half a glass while I'm filling out your ticket."

She handed him a full glass and then motioned to the table. Andy sat down and then watched as she sat down across from him. He couldn't help but notice as her robe billowed open at the top exposing most of one of her breasts. Trying to maintain his composure he took a big gulp from the lemonade and then wrote a bit in his book. He took another big gulp from the drink and started tearing the bill from his book.

"You know, while you are here, I wonder if you would mind peeking under my sink. You see sometimes it gets wet under there and I think I may have a leak."

Andy looked over at the sink and replied, "Sure, let me just open the cabinet." He opened the cabinet door and looked around saying, "I don't see any water here now, if you turn on the faucet I can check and see if anything is leaking."

The woman moved over to the sink and turned on the water. Andy looked around, then sat up, scooted over to his tool kit and pulled out a flashlight quickly closing it up before she could see what he had inside. He then crawled back to the sink and looked at all the pipe connections, the valves and around the edge of the sink. It was at the edge of the sink that he noticed a bit of a water stain and he slid out from under the sink to tell her about it. As he looked up to her he found himself looking up underneath her robe, seeing something odd mixed in the furry patch of dark pubic hair, the same color as the hair he found on the soap.

Although he was feeling a bit strange, he focused himself on what he was doing under the sink and said, "It looks like water has leaked..." he paused a moment to yawn and then started over, "It looks like water has leaked around the edge of your sink. Sometimes water..." yawning again, "...will splash onto the countertop and then leak at the edge of your sink."

"Can you fix it?" she asked, squatting down and rubbing her hand along his cheek.

"You just need to caulk..." he closed his eyes as her hand slid along his face. "I don't have any..."

He then felt a strange tickling on his nose and as he breathed the damp air had a earthy scent to it. Something soft brushed across his lips and he opened his eyes to darkness. It felt like her clit sliding over his lips, but as he pressed his tongue out of his mouth he realized just how large her clit was. Andy knew what he was doing now, but had no desire to pull away or stop, he simply continued running his tongue over the length of her clit.

After a few moments, he sucked it into his mouth and noticed her clit was three maybe four inches long and it had a small opening in it that was oozing a bitter tasting fluid. Confused, he reached his hand up to push a finger into her pussy and felt her balls. Something was wrong, very wrong, but he didn't stop, he simply kept sucking on her clit while gently massaging her balls with his finger. Shortly he could feel her pushing herself down onto him, pumping her hips and grinding herself into his mouth as he had to fight for breath now.

The woman moaned loudly as Andy sucked her clit in between his lips and sucked lightly while his tongue slid over its tip. This woman was about to come and he was still trying to figure out exactly what was happening and why. He felt her tense up above him and felt her clit suddenly thicken as his mouth was flooded with her cum in spurt after spurt.

Andy swallowed the thick, warm liquid while continuing to suck her until the last of the droplets oozed into his mouth. Only then did he feel her unfastening his pants, pulling them down to his knees. He looked down to a blurry image as he felt her sliding her hand up and down his cock spreading a slippery goo over him. He saw her white robe fall off to his side and the blurry figure kneeled over his cock.

"I want you to fuck my pussy now," Andy heard her say as he felt her hand sliding over his cock smearing on a slippery substance. He then felt her take firm hold of him as she guided him into her very tight pussy. The woman slid down over him until his cock hit something inside her. She moved up and down slowly and then opened to him, as she slid downward, taking all of him inside her. The sensation was intense, she was so tight, tighter than any woman he had felt before as she moved up and down on him.

Andy could see her fist move up and down as if she were jacking off her own clit while she fucked him. He tried to focus his eyes, tried to focus his attention but all too quickly he felt the pressure building in his balls and an intense pleasure shoot through his body. He groaned loudly and lifted his hips, pushing deep into the woman as he came, spurting his cum deep into her body.

The woman then remained still as his cock slowly softened and slipped out of her. Strangely, the woman then got up, grabbed a washcloth and carefully wiped off his cock before pulling his pants up. Andy tried to help her fasten his pants and after struggling a bit he walked with her out to his truck.

It was dark when Andy woke up in his truck and his head ached terribly. On the seat next to him was his tool box, his clipboard and a check for two hundred dollars. He had planned to charge her only eighty five, but when he looked at the house he saw there was no car in the driveway so apparently the woman left while he napped. With the lady gone, he realized he couldn't just simply walk up to the door and ask what happened, so he started his truck and drove back home.

Once home, Andy parked his truck, stumbled into his house and had just enough energy to take a couple of pills for his headache and then collapsed onto his bed. He awoke late the next morning and although his head no longer hurt, he remained fuzzy about exactly what happened the day before. Looking around his room he couldn't find his tool kit so he walked out to the truck. Fortunately it still was in the bed of the truck, he got lucky considering the neighborhood he lived in.

He returned to his room and opened the tool kit and pulled out his two trophies from the day before. The small baggie of hair and the blue panties were there. He clearly remembered everything up to the point where he put the panties in his toolbox and closed it up. After that it all got fuzzy, even as he sat down and concentrated on what happened next all he could recall was some vague images of her enormous clit, how strange it was when she came and how tight her pussy felt.

Feeling his cock begin to harden, he unzipped his pants and grabbed it. It felt damp to the touch, a bit greasy so he decided to take a shower. After undressing he found more traces of what must have been some lubricant and he vaguely recalled her putting something on his cock before fucking him. Turning on the shower, he sat down on the toilet running everything over and over in his mind until he noticed the steam curling out of the shower door.

Andy got up, reached into the shower and turned adjusted the water temperature a bit and then stepped in. Lathering up he scrubbed under his arms and then between and down his legs. Then letting the water splash off his back he reached up and circled his soapy palms over his nipples as he thought of the woman from the day before. As nice as her breasts looked he didn't remember doing anything to them. Imagining himself squeezing and kissing them, he toyed with his nipples as his cock hardened.

He moved his soapy hands down to his cock, gently grabbing his balls with one hand and his shaft with the other, he recalled how large the woman's clit seamed. Stroking his shaft, he tried to form a picture in his mind of her pussy, but somehow couldn't. He squeezed his hand, pulling it firmly up and down his cock as he tried to remember. Suddenly he recalled the when the woman came, how his mouth filled with a thick, warm liquid.

He stopped stroking his cock and watched as it twitched. The pleasurable sensation slowly faded as he had stopped just short of coming. Something just was wrong about what happened the day before and he decided he would find out what it was. Wanting to be ready for anything, he figured be better not finish jacking off, he better save it for later.

He quickly rinsed off and dried himself trying to figure out a reason to go back to the woman's house. It wasn't until he was fully dressed and had walked to his bed that he figured it out. Looking down at his nightstand he saw the two hundred dollar check and figured out the perfect excuse to return to the woman's house.

Andy pulled on his shoes, grabbed his check, clipped it on his clipboard and then headed out to his truck. It was just beginning to sprinkle so he held the clipboard against his chest as he quickly climbed into his truck. The rain intensified as he drove toward the woman's house so by the time he arrived it was a heavy downpour.

He parked in her driveway right next to her car, but waited. Using the heavy rain as an excuse for not immediately going to her door, he sat in the truck trying to figure out what to say. The check part was easy, but how was he going to unscramble the rest of it all. After waiting for about ten minutes, he had built up the courage to go to the door and at least discuss the check. Holding the clipboard against his chest again, he opened his door and quickly climbed out. Slamming the door he ran up her sidewalk, sliding to a stop on her front porch.

He ran the door bell and in just a few moments the woman appeared. She opened the door and asked, "Andy?"

"Yes, Ms..." he paused glancing down at the check, "Ms Archer, I wanted to ask you about the check. How did you know my name?" he asked, not recalling telling her his name.

"It was on your shirt yesterday. Please come in and get out of the rain," she replied, stepping back and opening the door for him. "Is there something wrong with the check? I wasn't sure how to spell the companies name so I just left out the name. Charlie always let me do that."

"Oh no, that's not a problem, actually it is probably best that way since I have a stamp to use," Andy lied. "The problem with the check is that it is too much. I mean for what I did the total only should have been about eighty five dollars, not two hundred."

"I wasn't sure and since you weren't feeling so well when you finished working I just guessed."

"Well, it is too much..."

"Andy, I need to ask you something. If I do, will you answer me honestly?"

"Oh shit," he thought to himself as he nodded to her.

"You don't work for the same company as Charlie does, do you Andy?"

Feeling his face flush, he shook his head back and forth. He whispered, "No," almost inaudibly. "I, I have a small company of my own and ugh, I, uh sometimes will go on one of their service calls."

"How do you do that?"

Andy paused, reaching his hand up to his chin and running his fingers over the rough stubble of his beard. He could say the other company farmed out work to him when they got to busy, but no, he wanted to be completely honest. "I tap into their computer network and pick out service calls that are nearby. I do it to pick up a few extra dollars." That was honest enough he thought, he certainly didn't want to admit the real reason was to steal women's clothing.

"Early this morning I called them back to tell them what a wonderful job you did. They told me they didn't have an Andy working for them and that my service call had been cancelled."

"I... I..."

"Come over here and let's sit down okay."

"I'm sorry Ms..."

"Now, now, sit down and please call me by my first name, it's Alexis," she said, sitting down on the couch and patting her hand on one of the cushions.

Andy sat down and stared at the floor, not sure of what exactly to say.

"Andy, you weren't honest with me, but I admit I wasn't honest with you either. The drink I gave you yesterday had something in it, something that let me, ah... let's say, take advantage of the situation."

"You drugged me?"

Now Alexis flushed a bit as she nodded her head.

"But why?"

"I wasn't sure how you would react to me."

"You mean the sex?"

She nodded again.

"But you're a beautiful wo...."

"I just wasn't sure how you would react," she interrupted.

"I am a bit fuzzy on what exactly happened, but I do remember how amazing it felt being inside you."

"And the other?"

Andy shrugged, "What I remember was good." Noticing a tear running down her cheek, he reached out and gently rubbed it away, leaving his hand against her cheek.




Service Call



Well, let's suppose I was called to fix a computer problem and went to your house. I might or might not have gotten the address right.

I knock on the door and it opens slightly. It wasn't closed tightly. I just go ahead and push it open and enter, just standing in the doorway.

I've been making housecalls for a long time and I can tell a lot from here, like if there's a big scary dog and who is home, man, woman, child or more than one person, by the kind of voices and sounds I hear. What I hear makes me smile. You're alone in the next room on the phone. And no dog is at the door greeting me.

I close the door quietly and wait for you to hang up and then walk into the room where you are. "Hello I'm here to fix your security system" I say.

Of course you're startled. This is your house and you thought you were alone. You say "How, how..."

I tell you "The front door was open so I came in. I hope you're not frightened."

This is very convenient for me. You're wearing a robe with a towel on your head, so there's either panties or nothing underneath. And to top it off you're sorting laundry.

As you start to tell me you don't have a security system I grab a handfull of washrags and say "Let's see your bedroom". A couple of times you start to say something but I am a lot bigger than you and it's clear this is going to happen.

In your bedroom I tell you to lay on the bed. Robe on is OK with me. I unplug the phone and move it. I've got a coil of nylon rope in my bag and take it out. First I wrap one of your washcloths around your wrist, then tie the rope. Then the rope goes around the post of your bed and around your other washcloth-covered wrist. Around the post and down to the post at the foot of the bed, and your ankles are bound the same way. Now you're spreadeagled on your bed.

"Are you OK" I ask you.

"I guess so. Please don't hurt me. Why are you doing this to me?"

I'm sitting near your ankles and rub your shin. You jump and try to pull away. "Please don't pull at the ropes, you only make them tighter. I'm doing this because I find you attractive and want to be in charge. I want to do what I want to do. I know it's not how things are supposed to be done. But it's going to happen."

I stand up, take my clothes off and lie down next to you. I rub your legs, the parts of you that are covered by your robe, your arms, neck and face. Not once, but four or five times. I kiss you also on the neck and face. I untie and open your robe. Like pulling back the petals of a flower. I see some lotion on your nightstand and rub you with it several times. You seem to be relaxing so our kisses start including kisses on the lips and I start to rub the outside of your private areas. There is no hurry - you're not going anywhere. Then I lick you all over including your face and ears and privates. Yes, you're enjoying it.

"Where are your sex toys?" I ask. 

"I already came, I don't need anymore" you tell me. 

"Tell me anyhow. They can't be that hard to find." 

"Top drawer of the nightstand" 

I see you have a decent little collection. I pick one up and put it up by your lips. "Here, get it wet" I have to move it for you around your lips and tongue and in your mouth since you can't hold it and like everything else we're doing we spend four times as long as necessary. "Now, whatever I do to you with this do to my dick" I tell you as I position myself and move pillows under your head for you. For the longest time I just rub your outer lips, then I pry them open and play with all that good stuff inside, but the vibrator is still not in your vagina. Finally it's got to go in and I lick it again to get it good and wet. I move it very slowly at first, just a little at a time, but after a while it's a full out in-out session both for the vibrator and for my dick. I take one hand and stroke your face and your body up and down. Your passionate sounds bring on my final release.

I'm holding you tightly for a while, then loosely, fighting the impulse to fall asleep. I'm almost nodding off when you tell me "My kids will be getting home from school soon".

I wish it were as easy to untie knots as to tie them. Sometimes I just cut them off. The washrags around your wrists and ankles are a padding to keep you from getting hurt. "Next week?", I ask. A smile tells me the answer and I'm already wondering what we will come up with. Don't forget to put the phone back!

A hug and a kiss and I'm out the door!



Service Call



Melissa looked around, ticking items off a mental checklist. Laundry, done, dishes done, vacuuming and general cleaning done, everything done except shopping and that could wait. Time for some coffee. She went to plug in the electric kettle.

Three months married, Melissa was happy with the world. 

Being married was fun, in Melissa’s opinion. She was out from under rather restrictive parents, enjoyed the companionship of a loving husband, could set up the unit the way she wanted and had freedom to do what she wanted with her leisure time. 

If pushed, Melissa would have admitted that sex wasn’t all she had expected it to be, but Bill seemed to enjoy it, and she found it quite pleasurable.

Money might be a little tight but, as long as nothing unexpected happened, they were making ends meet. She expected that she’d be able to find a job soon, and that would help take the strain off their finances.

As far as Melissa was concerned, all was right with her world.

That was the point at which all the lights went out. General blackout or her unit specifically, she wondered, heading towards the fuse box. Seeing the main circuit breaker had been tripped, she flicked the switch. The lights flickered on and promptly went out again as the circuit breaker snapped open again. Resetting had the same result.

Melissa called Bill and explained the problem. She heard a muffled curse at the other end, then Bill looked up the number for an electrician he had used before. 

“Give him a call and explain the problem,” Bill told her. “He’ll probably come out straight away, seeing you have no power at all. Don’t get in his way while he’s there. Let him get in and then get out. The less time he’s there, the less he’ll charge, so don’t go offering him coffee or anything. And don’t pay the bill yet. Ask him to leave a bill so I can budget for it”

“I’m hardly likely to offer him coffee when I don’t have power to boil the water, neither do I have any money on me,” pointed out Melissa. 

Hanging up Melissa called the electrician and explained, receiving a promise that he’d be out as soon as possible.

Melissa settled down to watch TV while waiting, then said a few words to herself about idiots as the TV remained stubbornly off. She considered listening to music on her smart phone, but realised if she drained the battery, she had no way to recharge. Muttering a few more words she found a book and settled down to wait.

An hour or so later there was a knock on the door and Melissa was relieved to find the electrician there. 

“Morning,” he said with a smile. “Mrs. Hampton? You called for an electrician. Call me Gordon.”

“Oh, yes. Come on in,” replied Melissa. “I’m Melissa. The circuit breaker has popped and if I reset it, it just pops again immediately.”

“Sounds like a short,” Gordon told her. “What were you doing when it happened?”

“Doing? I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Think carefully. You wouldn’t have just been standing doing nothing. From the look of the house you must have been doing some housework at some stage. Take it from there until you lost power.”

“There isn’t anything after that. I’d finished the housework put the kettle on for some coffee and there was no power.”

Gordon nodded thoughtfully. 

“Kitchen this way,” he asked, and on receiving a nod headed towards it. 

Trailing Gordon into the kitchen Melissa saw him walk over and unplug the electric kettle. Returning to the fuse box, Gordon flicked the master circuit breaker, returning full power. 

Smiling at the startled Melissa, Gordon explained.

“Your electric kettle has a short in it. It’ll cost more than it’s worth to repair it, so just toss it out and get a new one.”

“That’s it? That’s all that was wrong?”

“Mm-hmm. Quite a common problem. Next time you have an outage like this, try the electric kettle first. If it’s ok, you can then probably turn off all appliances and then turn them on one at a time to see which one blows the fuse. Nine times out of ten, it’ll be the kettle.”

Gordon reached into shirt pocket and brought out a small book.

“Are you going to settle up now, or do you want me to leave an invoice,” he politely asked.

“You’ll have to leave an invoice. My husband will take care of it. Two minutes work and you didn’t even have to unpack a single tool,” grumbled Melissa.

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” sympathised Gordon. “But I did have to make the trip here.”

“I know,” sighed Melissa. “It’s just that money is a bit tight and Bill is going to go spare when he finds out it was just the kettle causing it. He’ll say I should have thought of that and checked it, but how could I have known?”

“True,” said Gordon, flicking a glance at her. Then he took a longer look. Now that his mind was no longer on a potential work problem he had time to take a proper look, and he liked what he saw.

Melissa was quite a pretty little thing, dressed for the warm weather in shorts and a t-shirt. A pair of very nice breasts were pressed firmly against the t-shirt, and it was thin enough that Gordon could see the slight bumps where her nipples were pressed against the material. From the look of the shorts, Gordon decided, they’d been painted on. He could see the faintest outline of panties under the shorts and Melissa was showing a very nice camel-toe to the world.

He paused in the writing of his invoice, giving Melissa a more considered look. 

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I suppose we could forget about an actual invoice and you could pay me for my time via the barter system.”

“The what system?” asked Melissa, intrigued.

“The barter system. It’s where I do something for you and then you do something for me in exchange.”

“Oh, that’s sounds reasonable,” said Melissa thoughtfully, “but what could I do for you in exchange? Bake a cake or something? I’m still learning to cook.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of something else,” murmured Gordon, and reaching over he brushed the palm of his hand across Melissa’s t-shirt, feeling the soft roundness of her breasts.

Melissa promptly bridled. 

“Really, you men,” she said with a slight gasp. “Do all of you have your minds permanently turned towards sex? I just don’t see why you all get so excited about it. I mean, it’s nice, but why does every man seem to run around desperate for it?”

“Because we enjoy it, and we like seeing a woman enjoy it when we do it with her,” Gordon said with a laugh. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

Melissa shrugged. “I can take it or leave it,” she said. “I mean, like I said, it’s nice, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to get it.”

“I’m not asking you to go out of your way,” pointed out Gordon. “After all, we’re both right here. Do I take it your answer is no?”

“Umm, I didn’t say no, exactly,” temporised Melissa. “How much is the bill going to be?”

“Good god. That much?” she gasped, when told.

“It was an emergency call out,” pointed out Gordon, “and there is a minimum service charge.”

“I’m not sure how Bill will react if I tell him I paid for your services by having sex with you,” Melissa said.

Gordon blinked at that. Tell her husband? She had to be kidding!

“Ah, I wouldn’t bother telling him, if I were you,” said Gordon. “Just say I was already in the vicinity and as it was just a two minute call I didn’t bother to charge. Tell him I consider it good publicity for the next time you need an electrician.”

Melissa dithered. Did she dare try to settle by having sex with the man? She supposed she shouldn’t tell Bill; men did get a bit queer about sex. Why not? It wouldn’t take long. In her experience she’d be longer getting undressed and dressed again, compared to the actual sex.

Gordon watched the play of emotions crossing Melissa’s face. He was quite certain that she had almost decided to go with it, but didn’t know how to say so. Time to give her a bit of a hand, he decided.

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll just start by petting you slightly, and you can call a halt at any time.”

“You mean without actually having to have sex?” asked Melissa.

Gordon nodded.

“But would that mean the bill still has to be paid?” Melissa inquired cautiously.

“As long as you’re straight with me, I’ll consider the bill paid, even if you do back out at the last moment.”

“Oh. What do you want me to do first?”

“Just relax and let my hands do the talking,” Gordon said with a laugh.

A slight tug at Melissa’s waistband pulled the front of her t-shirt free, and Gordon slid his hands up under it until he cupped Melissa’s breasts. He’d guessed correctly, he noted. No bra. And from the feel of the soft firmness, no need to wear one. He gently stroked Melissa’s breasts, making sure that the palms of his hands found and massaged her nipples.

Melissa was looking slightly startled, but also interested. Gordon could feel her nipples hardening and a slight swelling of her breasts. He eased her t-shirt up and lifted it over Melissa’s head without any protest coming.

Melissa barely noticed her t-shirt coming off. She was much more interested in the way Gordon was massaging her breasts, and the feelings that were gathering there. She idly wondered why Bill didn’t do this, but the thought vanished as she watched Gordon’s hands move over her, teasing her breasts and making her nipples tingle.

Even as she watched, Gordon bent down and took a breast into his mouth, sucking gently on it while he teased her nipple with his teeth and his tongue. Melissa gasped, her hand coming up to tangle in Gordon’s hair, unsure if she wanted to hold him there or pull him away.

Whatever she wanted to do, she suddenly found herself distracted by a hand rubbing her through the front of her shorts. The feelings coming from her breasts, while exciting and different, were completely cast in the shade by the feelings coming from her groin as Gordon’s hands deftly massaged her womanhood. 

An unusual heat was now burning inside her. It was the same sort of feeling she sometimes got when Bill was active, but never this early or this strong. Melissa found herself pressing against Gordon’s hand, wanting more.

After several minutes of stroking and massaging Melissa’s pussy and breasts, Gordon went down on one knee. While Melissa looked down at him, wide-eyed and holding her breath, he slowly tugged her shorts and panties down. Reaching her ankles, he tapped one, inviting Melissa to lift it. A few seconds later Gordon was casting shorts and panties aside and Melissa was standing in front of him, nude and excited.

Melissa was feeling slightly stunned. Even as she had watched Gordon pulling off her panties, the thought of stopping hadn’t even crossed her mind. She just knew that her body was letting her know that it was interested in what was going on and didn’t want it to stop.

Gordon didn’t bother to stand. He just clasped Melissa’s bottom with both hands and drew her closer to him. His tongue darted out, licking along her slit, to the sound of a strangled gasp from Melissa. Her labia were swollen and pouting, providing easy entry for his darting tongue. Gordon’s tongue probed deeper, looking for a certain target.

Melissa was shocked. Gordon couldn’t be doing that to her. His tongue was tantalising her, invoking the oddest feelings, letting her know that more was coming. The more, Melissa found, came with shocking suddenness, when Gordon’s tongue found and flicked her clitoris. Melissa clapped a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the unexpected scream.

Gordon glanced up at Melissa, laughing, before returning his attention to teasing and tantalising.

After a while, Gordon rose and pinned Melissa with his gaze. While she stared helplessly back at him, a victim of her own confused senses, he undid his trousers and kicked them off. Again he reached around Melissa and clasped her bottom, drawing her hard up against him. This time his rod was out and rampart, pressing against Melissa, letting her know it was there.

Melissa could feel Gordon pressing against her. He was ready now, that was obvious. He was going to enter her and then it would all be over, and she had so wanted it to go on a little longer.

Gordon was a little puzzled by the slight look of disappointment on Melissa’s face. He could have sworn she was ready for him. There was only one way to find out.

Melissa could feel the hands on her bottom tightening, lifting. She was being picked up as easily as a child, and suddenly she found herself pressed firmly against Gordon while his cock was pressing up against her pussy. Melissa felt herself being lowered again, but now Gordon was pressing against her, moving between her lips and sliding deeper into her. God, she wanted this. She just didn’t want it to end so soon.

Lowering Melissa onto his shaft, Gordon encouraged her to wrap her legs around him. Finally he was satisfied, with Melissa wrapped tightly around him while he was deep within her. 

Melissa was waiting for Gordon to come now that he was in her, and was shocked when he started walking, carrying her effortlessly. Every step caused a small bounce of his cock inside her, sending new waves of sensation rippling through her.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” she asked, startled at this little excursion.

“I don’t want to lay you down on kitchen tiles,” said Gordon. “They’re cold and hard. I saw a nice soft rug in the front room. I thought I’d take you there.”

What the hell was he talking about, wondered Melissa, and how come he’s still hard inside me. Bill always seemed to explode as soon as he got it in.

Gordon strolled into the front room, wondering if Melissa realised that he was deliberately bouncing her on his cock as he went. From the strangled little squeaks she was giving, she was certainly feeling them.

Reaching the rug, Gordon knelt next to it and leaned forward so Melissa found herself lying on it, pinned to it by Gordon’s rod, his weight holding her in place. 

“Now,” said Gordon, to Melissa’s surprise, “we can start.”

“Start?” wondered Melissa. “Bill would be long finished by this time. What the hell is this man doing to me?”

She found out fast enough as Gordon withdrew and then plunged back into her. Melissa gave a shocked cry of pleasure and surprise, following it up with another small scream as Gordon repeated the effort.

“What are you doing to me?” she squealed, totally bewildered by the riot of sensations coursing through her body.

“What does it feel like?” asked Gordon, puzzled at her reactions. Damnitall, she was a married woman, not a naïve virgin. She must know what was going on. “Why don’t you try to move with me? You’ll find it makes it better.”

“Better?” Melissa wondered. “And move with him how?”

With Gordon steadily driving into her, instinct kicked in, and Melissa found herself moving her hips up to meet him as he drive into her. 

“He’s right,” she thought muzzily. “This is better.”

Gordon took his time, enjoying Melissa, enjoying her enthusiastic reception of his staff as he drove it into her. As far as he was concerned, heaven was a willing woman wrapped around you and enjoying your attentions, and that’s what he currently had.

Melissa, on the other hand, didn’t know what she had. She just didn’t want it to stop. Questions could wait for another time. She pressed eagerly against Gordon, little mews and sighs escaping from her as he drove her to places undreamt of.

Gordon could hear Melissa’s little squeals turning frantic. She knew something was happening inside her and wanted it to come faster. Gordon considered it his duty to oblige. He concentrated on taking her hard and fast, lifting her higher and then pushing her off the edge as he came and climaxed within her.

Melissa screamed. Something inside her broke and seemed to float her away, shaking and clinging to Gordon as her body throbbed with joy.

After a while Melissa roused herself. Lying and enjoying the afterglow was all very well, but she wanted some answers.

“What,” she demanded, “did you just do to me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Gordon, puzzled. “We just enjoyed some sex together. You should know. You were here and taking part.”

“Do you always have sex like that?” Melissa probed.

“Well, with a few variations, yes.”

“Variations? What variations, I wonder,” thought Melissa.

“Would most men have sex like that?”

“Um, yes. I would suppose so. Why are you asking?”

“No reason. Just curiosity, I guess,” temporised Melissa.

Mentally she made a note. Bill was going to learn to make love like that or she’d strangle the bastard. Mister in and out in thirty seconds was going to start practicing until he got it right.

“So our little barter system is now complete and we’re all square,” Melissa asked.

“Definitely. If anything, I’d say I’m ahead on the deal, so feel free to call me for any other little jobs you need.”

Watching Gordon leave, Melissa considered her options. What, she wondered, would Bill say if she suggested inviting Gordon over to give Bill a demonstration on the right way to pleasure a woman? It was definitely an idea worth considering.



Service Call



I was running late on my service call. Everything today seemed to be going wrong. Customers could be demanding and today they had demanded a lot from me. 

Finally arriving I pulled my tool box out of the truck and walked quickly up the concrete walkway. There was only supposed to be broken door hinge and I should be able to knock it out in a just a few minutes and hopefully get back on schedule. 

The Jones house was a fairly regular customer. Mr. Jones worked away from home a lot and his wife needed small repair jobs done from time to time. I rang the bell and was surprised to see her answer the door in a sheer silk robe with a low cut night gown underneath. I guessed that I wasn't the only one running a bit late today. 

She greeted me with a warm smile and, not for the first time, I noticed how attractive she was. The bottom door hinge on the master bedroom was loose. As she bent down to show me where the screws had loosened it was impossible for me not to notice her full breasts. She went and sat on the edge of the bed making small talk while I began making the minor repairs. As she crossed her legs and the nightgown pulled up it was difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Her long legs were exposed and they had more of my attention than they should have had. Finally finishing up I stood and she began to giggle. It was kind of cute hearing a grown woman giggle until I realized why she was laughing. She was looking at my crotch. The combination of her silk sleeping clothes, the exposed cleavage and the sight of those fantastic legs had given me quite an erection. 

I could feel my cheeks begin to flush as the embarrassment sat in. 

"Don't be embarrassed," she told me. "I am very flattered." 

She then began telling me that with her husband away the attention of an attractive man was welcomed. She told me that she could help fix my problems though not as quickly as I'd fixed her door. 

She stood and walked over to me. Placing her mouth over mine I couldfeel her warm tongue pushing against mine. She placed her hand over my erect cock and began rubbing me until I was even harder. Lowering herself to her knees she unfastened my jeans and pulled my throbbing dick out of my pants. Giving the head a tender little peck she then engulfed me with her mouth. She took all of my cock in her mouth and I could feel her throat loosen to better accommodate my shaft. She then began rapidly bobbing her head on my dick. She pulled my erect cock from her mouth and licked the length of it. Squeezing my balls she rubbed my dick over her face. Closing her eyes she rubbed it over her eyelids and slapped my cock against her cheeks. Then she once again placed me in her mouth and expertly brought me near orgasm. Standing she took my hand and led me to the bed. 

"Take off those clothes and let's see if you are as good a fuck as you are a handyman" she told me. Pulling off my pants and socks she then helped me out of my tight tee shirt. She laid me back on the bed and facing away from me she pushed her pantiless pussy towards my face. 

I pulled her hard clit into my mouth as she lay across me and again took me into her mouth. I took her between my teeth and stroked her with my tongue. Reaching up I worked my fingers into her moist slit and began fucking her this way faster and faster. She was bobbing her head quicker on my swollen cock and I could feel my toes begin to curl in ecstasy. I laid my tongue flat on her clit as she began rocking hard against my face. 

"I need your cock inside me! I want to cum on your balls!" she exclaimed. 

Turning her body she took my length deep inside her. Placing her hands on my chest she used that leverage to plunge herself up and down on me. I could feel my orgasm gathering at the head of my dick and tried fiercely to hold it back. Her fingers curled in the hairs on my chest and as she came I finally released my hot, sticky load deep inside her. 

She curled up next to me and we both caught our breaths. Spent from the passion we had just unleashed. 

After I dressed she walked me to the door. Kissing me deeply before I went she said, "Next week I'll loosen that hinge again but try and make me your last appointment of the day". 

Smiling to myself as I got into my truck I thought how glad I was that'd I'd secretly loosened that hinge myself before I left.



Service, Cock Sucking Panty Ass



I consider myself a normal red blooded man who enjoys being with a woman but I have a secret. I love wearing panties and I love being spanked in them. My Lover Blue has yet to experience that with me and I'm excited to find out just how she reacts to our next date. My other secret is that I've always wanted to suck a cock, I know it seems odd since I also enjoy women, but that is how I feel. It is very taboo and I think that is one of the reasons I fantasize about it all the time.

On this snowy day, I was heading to Milton and I wanted to avoid the 401 due to the stormy weather so I took a back country road. It was icy and not plowed, I had to drive very carefully but I was running late so I was going a little too fast. I rounded a corner and started to feel the car slide. Crap, right into the snow bank!

After sitting for about 5 minutes, I remembered I have a phone! I tried to call but soon realized that I had no service! What was the chance of that happening to me?

Then I heard someone coming, perhaps a tow truck, but with my luck, pretty unlikely! But to my surprise, it was a tow truck, of sorts.

The guy got out, and I noticed that the truck had no logo on the side. The guy said he was an independent operator, OK, I kind of thought that was weird, but who was I to complain. I was not going to complain, at least he was here to help me.

I said "I think my tires are stuck as I can't get out." 

I bent over to show him and started to dig a little with my hand. I could feel the back of my jacket ride up a little, then I thought I heard a clicking noise. I turned around and noticed that he had a giant smile on his face. I thought to myself, "that was weird."

He said he could help me but needed cash. Crap, I thought, but said "I have some money, maybe around 10 dollars."

He answered with a sly smile "I need more." 

I replied "I'm good for it." 

Grinning, he said "maybe you could do something else?" 

What did that mean? I was starting to get worried.

Motioning for me to come closer, he turned his phone towards me and when I looked on the screen, it was a picture of me bent over and I could clearly see the waistband of my girlfriend Blue's coral panties, a gift given to me after our first date.  

My first thought was oh my God, I'm dead! My next thought was that I was getting excited! Where was this going?

He winked, and said "I will keep your secret, but it would be at a steep price." 

He then continued with "since you are wearing panties you must be a sissy and must like to do sissy things!"

He then reached down and rubbed his crotch which I noticed had a huge bulge.

Now, I was thinking that I could run away, but duh! My car is stuck in the snow on a road where hardly anyone drives. What option did I have?

Once more he said "I don't have all day and I need my payment."

He stood by the open door of his truck and told me to come over and get on my knees!

I moved over to him and started to drop, but he said no, he wanted to see me in my panties. 

"Drop your pants" he demanded. 

What! It was cold, what if someone drove by, which is stupid because it was very secluded and not likely anyone would be driving by at this time with these road conditions. 

He said if I was worried then I'd better hurry and do as I was told. Damn it! I undid my pants and slid them down exposing my panties. I could not conceal the fact that I was hard, and he could now see that too! He smiled at my discomfort.

Now on my knees, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and there it was, another man's cock right in front of me, just begging to be touched, tasted, licked, and sucked, a very hard cock. It was also very big, which did instill a bit of fear into me, not knowing what this man wanted from me.

I slowly grabbed his cock and slid the tip into my mouth. As soon as I did he said "there you go, that's a good sissy, go ahead and take my cock all the way into your mouth."

For some reason, having him talk to me in that tone and with those words really excited me. I liked being called a sissy, even though I don't consider myself one, but in the moment, it felt right. 

I took more of his cock, and soon my lips were fully wrapped around it. It was my first cock and it was quite firm and warm, although, my panty ass was getting quite cold being exposed to the frigid air.

He grabbed my head and moved his hips, slowly thrusting his hard cock in and out of my mouth.

"There you go," he murmured, "easy does it, what a good cocksucker you are." He then shoved it all the way in, almost gagging me.

"Take it all" he demanded and then fucked my mouth harder pulling my head closer.

I was excited and scared, but tremendously excited and my cock was also hard as a rock, not nearly as big, but hard and now throbbing with each lick and thrust. I continued to lick and suck and he would slowly thrust back and forth and my dick would throb. I could feel his balls against my chin and I sucked harder, wanting more. 

He was so thick and hard, and his pace picked up. Now he was moving his cock faster and faster. He was really just fucking my face by this time and I absolutely loved it!

I looked up in the hopes that he was satisfied, but he looked at me and smiled. I thought to myself, this man is not just satisfied with my cock sucking! Wasn't this enough, wasn't it enough to be on my knees with my panty ass exposed, sucking his cock on the side of the road? 

Then he said he was almost ready, his breathing began to be more laboured and his thrusts faster and I thought he might just come in my mouth. I was not ready for.....no, he can't be thinking that he was going to squirt his hot cum into my mouth? Was he going to explode into my mouth? Oh God, no!

It was at that moment that I thought of Blue, she would love this, she would think that this was the best thing for me and she would wish that she could be here, watching, helping....oh yes....Blue! 

I continued to gag on his huge cock and then with one final thrust, he exploded into my mouth, nearly knocking me over. 

As his cum exploded into my mouth, I felt the hot wetness slide down my throat and I eagerly swallowed every bit. I loved it and wanted to do it again, in fact I wanted him to suck my cock. I could not believe that I was thinking this. 

He then told me to lick his cock clean and to get into his truck because he was not finished with me yet.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my jacket, pulled up my pants and got into his truck. 

He said "You are a good little cock sucker and I'm wondering what else you can do for me?"

I responded with "I thought you got your payment, why do you want more?"

Smiling he said "payment is complete, but I know you want more, I could tell by the way you responded to me. You want more and I can give it to you!"

I nervously looked away, he was right, I wanted more but was afraid to ask. 

At that moment, he gave me his number and told me to call him when the urge came. He continued with 

"I'm not into fucking sissy guys, but I have a friend who loves to fuck men, and I suspect that you might enjoy being fucked in the ass by a hard cock?" 

He continued "perhaps, you would agree to suck my cock again and then let my friend fuck you in the ass?"

A threesome, oh my God, that would be so hot and I shuddered at the thought!

I nodded yes, and got out of his truck and slipped into my car. Once safely there, I tucked the number into my glove compartment and drove off.

Would I use it? Part of my fantasy had come true, now all I had to do was make the call and I could finally have a cock in my ass.

Time will tell. My cock throbbed at the thought!



Service Department



Gloria Simpson sits in the service department waiting room. Her eyes stare in the direction of the old woman on the other side of the small room, but not looking at her. She blinks and slowly comes out of a small trance like daze, then shifts in the uncomfortable chair. She had been alone in the room.

Tall metal crutches lean against the wall next to the woman. Gloria's mind slips into overdrive. Long lost feelings come swirling back out of archived memories. Details of the woman flood her senses - the long gray hair pulled back into a ponytail, the white blouse covering a slim chest with smallish breasts, and faded blue jeans covering equally small hips and long leg. Around the short remains of her left leg, the pants leg is neatly trimmed. The woman rubs the fabric over the end of her stump and then leaves her hand resting on rounded piece of thigh. Gloria imagines all the different reasons the leg is no longer there - cancer, farm accident, car wreck, ... 

The woman looks across the room and smiles. "Hello." She scratches her stump.

"Has it been very long?"

Other than the unwelcome sound of a woman's talk show on the TV, they are alone in the room. "Since just after my husband passed away. My name is Liz Morgan. I am waiting for my pickup truck. Some loud noise ... I forget what he said was the problem."

Gloria mouths, "May I join you?" and points at the chair next to Liz.

Liz pats the chair. "I'd love some company. Don't get much out at the farm anymore."

As Gloria settles in the chair beside Liz, the service manager walks in with a pile of papers. "That was quick. I have both vehicles ready."

Standing at the counter, Liz scans the details of work performed and glances at Gloria standing next to her. "I live just outside of town. Can I fix you some lunch? Even an old lady needs some girl talk once in a while." She laughs and then writes a check for the repairs.

Gloria holds the door open. The faint aroma of some unknown soap flows off her well-tanned skin as she passes.

The white farmhouse is like the one in every picture Gloria has seen of a farmhouse. She parks next to the old black pickup and leans against her car watching Liz hop a few steps and snake the crutches from the space behind the seat.

"Not much of a place anymore, but the mortgages are paid off. Robert's life insurance, pension, and Social Security leave me enough to enjoy life." The alternating clump of the leather sole and the tap of the rubber crutch tips echo over the wooden decking of the porch. "Excuse the mess. Guess I wasn't expecting company today."

Gloria follows Liz though the immaculate living room, the immaculate dinning room, and into the spotless kitchen. "I'll ignore the mess," Gloria teases.

"Does my soul good to be around another woman. I miss those touches from when I was your age."

Gloria stands close behind Liz; her hand softly rests on the small of the back. "Yes, I know." Her hand begins to lightly massage the same space.

Liz sighs deeply. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just a lonely old woman." Gloria's hand slides upwards; her fingers wrap over the shoulder and massage it. "I asked you out here for lunch and now you are making me feel so good."

"And if I said I found you exciting, sensual, and inviting, would you mind?"

"How? I bet you are not forty and I am a seventy year old woman with one leg."

"I miss those touches too. Just let me love you, if only for this afternoon."

They sit on the frayed chenille blanket and undress. Liz scans Gloria's body. "Pay no attention to my stump."

Gloria pulls her close. "Darling, I will pay attention to every inch of your lovely body." She lays her down and begins to kiss her lips. Their tongues bang against each other like the first kiss of young lovers.

"I had forgotten how good a kiss like that is," Liz moans into Gloria's mouth.

Gloria's fingers blaze a meandering trail over Liz's body for her mouth to soon follow. Fingertips circle a clit and dip into the warm opening below. "Oh yeah," Liz softly screams as her hips buck upwards. "Only my fingers have been there for a long time." A finger touches her clit and moans of encouragement follow.

The other hand sooths the skin of the stump while Gloria intently watches the fingers of the other darting here and there. The clit enjoys the touches and the nectar flows over the pink skin. Gloria's warm breath blows over Liz's clit just as she reaches her tongue out to touch it. She inhales as her tongue drags across aching piece of flesh. Liz gasps and grabs at her nipples. Gloria rolls it between her lips; her teeth bite on the skin. She inserts a finger inside, and then replaces it with her tongue. 

Liz screams the words Gloria never expected Liz to ever say. "Fuck my cunt! Please-e."

"You cunt tastes so sweet," Gloria growls. "I love my tongue deep inside you."

Liz bucks hard against Gloria's face as she begins to ride her mouth.

"Your stump feels wonderful against my hand. I love that you only have one leg."

"Yes, yes. I wanted it off for years. I love having one leg."

"I'm coming just listening to you say that. Shove your fingers into my pussy. Finger me!"

Gloria hears the squishing of Liz's fingers in her sopping wet pussy. Another finger slips next to the two already there. A thumb presses hard on her clit. She roars as the breath rushes out of her lungs. Liz laps the wetness away. Gloria rocks her hips and spreads her legs even wider. "Ah-h, ah-h, ah-h...." Her orgasm peeks.

The warm summer air of the evening blows though the open window as they lay together, mouth on mouth, and Gloria's hand wrapped over Liz's stump massaging it tenderly like a warm breast. Liz's head moves and rests on Gloria's shoulder, her breath blowing lightly against Gloria's ear. "I was screwing Francine. Guess I just saw her as a way to get over Janet. I was enchanted with that little piece of Janet's thigh. She would waltz around the flat with nothing on using a single crutch. My pussy would flood just watching. The cancer came back ... she passed in my arms one spring morning."

"Oh-h. I'm sorry."

"Being around her stump helped me relieve my need to have one leg. Damn if I know where that came from, but it would rage though me, some days like a fast freight train."

"Did you ever pretend to be missing your leg?"

"No ... I just lusted over some of the men and women that came back from the war without legs. I was half drunk in a bar one night when Robert sat next to me. I saw his crutches, and then I saw his empty pants leg. We fucked all that night and we married the next week."

"So how did he feel about you not wanting your leg?"

"I never told him. Being around his stump was enough. Much like with Janet I guess."

"After he died, how did you get rid of your leg?"

"I was a wreck. For several hours one day I sat in the barn with a running chainsaw hovering over my leg. I never could muster up the nerve. I gave up. A letter from a friend told me about a doctor that would do my amputation. The rest is history as they say." Liz lifted herself slightly and stared at Gloria for a moment. "She'd do your leg, if you want."

"Would you like me to do that?"

"I just want you to stay here with me. It has to be your decision, but I do find it almost as exciting to know you would like that as being with you."

"I would enjoy sharing my life with you. It feels wonderful to lay here with you."



Service for Service



The following is derived from an overactive imagination. I hope it turns you on as much as the other Literotica stories I have read over the past few years have turned me on.

I was sitting in my office thinking how nice it was to be out in the sun. Work had been a strain with many nights devoted to burning the midnight oil. I had never cheated on my wife of fourteen years but that was soon to change. Even though I could not get her to be a "whore" in our bedroom, she still turned me on and satisfied my sexual desires. She is and always has been conservative. Me on the other hand, I am just a male slut all around. I had quite the number of ladies before I married my wife. 

Working after hours one night a mom of my 10 year olds' baseball team had called me up to inquire about getting her brother out of jail. Her name is Sharon. I was an assistant coach for my sons' baseball team and had become quite familiar with all the players' parents. Sharon's son was not much of a ball player and Sharon knew and appreciated the additional time that I spent with her son during practice. Of course winning was always on my mind and the way to win is to strengthen the weakest link on the team and that was her son. 

During my telephone conversation with Sharon, it became apparent that she was with one of her girlfriends'. This girlfriend, Becky, and Sharon really laid the flirting on the line. The conversation drifted into the area of them swapping some services for my fee. I flirted with the ladies, thinking nothing of it. I really didn't think that they really meant anything about it and just passed it off as good fun. The ladies told me they would call later in the week to schedule an appointment. Of course ball season with only two weeks left came and went without me hearing from either of them. After about one month later, I heard that their friendship split because Sharon had slept with Becky's husband. Sharon claimed that Becky's husband had forced himself upon Sharon. Boy was that one matter that I needed to stay away from. I heard nothing further from either lady until sitting at my office one night. Becky called and told me she still wanted to hire me to get Sharon's brother out of jail. It seems that Sharon's brother had once dated Becky. The appointment was scheduled for 6:00 p.m. the following day.

Becky came into the office as planned at 6:00 p.m. Boy what a sight to see. Becky was quite a good looking woman. She is 5 foot 7 inches, blonde, and very full on top. I was immediately attracted to her. She appeared nervous during our discussion about what I could do for her guy friend. We set forth a game plan, reverse split sentence modification. Becky had been dropped off by a friend of hers. During our interview Becky's husband, Justin, had called. Boy what a jerk. He didn't want to come get her and so she was stranded. She asked could I give her a ride home. I said of course since it was on my way home. When her husband found out about the offer to deliver her, he balked and decided Sharon was worth picking up. Of course at the end of the conversation, Becky told me she was wanting to talk to me another time about her getting a divorce. 

As I was standing with Becky to usher her to the door of the office, I know why she was nervous. She planted a big kiss on my lips. Boy what a shock. I am an average looking guy in his early forties and Becky is a mid-twenties babe with very full lips, blue eyes and a killer body.

She left with the promise of "getting together" with me again. I didn't think much about this, but that night I wore my poor wife out when I reached home. The wife and my kids left for the beach the following day and would be gone for the next two to three weeks. By now you can see the wheels turning in my mind, how do I seduce this gorgeous woman. After much thought, I decided not to pursue this matter as I just didn't want to risk becoming involved with someone else. 

Becky showed up at the office the following night and wanted to meet me out for drinks, etc. I agreed to meet her but had mixed emotions about it. The temptation was too strong. This lady was all over me the following night. We decided to meet over at my friend's house, and wound up in his guest bedroom after watching a boring movie. Becky pulled me into the bedroom after I had went to the bathroom. Beer always quickly works on my kidneys and two beer was about my bladder limit. After dragging me into the bedroom, Becky started kissing me on the mouth neck and chest while unbuttoning my shirt. Boy the little head sure was smart tonight. In no time the two of us were only in our underclothes. I started working the chick with my fingers, massaging her buttocks, her neck, her stomach, and just about anything else I could place my hands on intentionally avoiding her private areas. It appeared that I was moving too slow for Becky. She suddenly grabbed the front of my boxer shorts and found out how really smart my smaller head was. After negotiating my shorts off, I felt compelled to do the same to her. When she was satisfied that she had complete control, and I had none, she helped me out of my tee shirt. Not to be outdone, and desiring to see the full package, I relieved her from the tight confines her bra. Never in my life had I seen such a double heaping of joyful pleasure mounds of female flesh. Being locked in the tongue match of my life, I eased this beauty back onto the bed.

Laid out before me was a dream come true for any man at any age. I seriously doubt that I would be scoring with this babe had I been the same age as she. Why now? I didn't think of the reasons for very long when she grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into the confines of her sleek, slender and warm thighs. I kissed my way all around this gorgeous lady and played with her beautiful breasts for a while. Being that she appeared very turned on, I started to massage and manipulate her vagina. Having years of experience, I had her coming all over my fingers with little manipulation. Not wanting to wait any further, in fear that she would change her mind, I asked could I now make love to her. You see, having sex is one thing, but making love is another. Even though I knew very little about Becky, I knew that I did not want to have just sex with her. I wanted to touch her on an emotional level as well. She looked up at me, smiled and asked what was I waiting for. I didn't think that the little man could grow any larger, boy was I wrong. After supporting myself on my knees and hands, I started to reach down to help insert my growing monster. Beating me to the punch, Becky's warm hands surrounded my member, stroked him a few times and stated to me that I had a well endowed member. I am a little bit above average in length, but when it comes to girth, I am quite large. You couldn't tell that she had a five year old kid as tiny as she felt inside when I entered her. I manipulated a couple of inches inside her to get her lubrication to cover my penis. Once her vagina opened up, I proceeded to slide another couple of inches into her. As I was doing this, she was raising her hips up and moaning with each down stroke.

After about the fifth attempt, I was finally inside her balls to the walls so to speak. I just remained in this position feeling her warmth for about twenty seconds. Before moving again, I decided plant sucking kisses on her neck and ears, being careful not to leave marks. I didn't want to send her home to trouble with her husband. As I started stroking in and out, she started moaning and making deep sounds. I asked her several times was I hurting her and she stated that it hurt good. I asked should I stop and she said hell no that it felt too good. I soon picked up my pace enjoying the pleasure that comes from giving pleasure to someone else. Soon Becky was moaning for me to fuck her harder. Having been reserved with her up until this point, on account of her tiny size, I decided to let her have all of my full force and effect. It wasn't long before Becky was moaning and then with a sudden jerk, Becky threw her hips straight up at me. I knew that she was coming so I sank my penis all the way to the back of her vagina and felt her shake all over. I kept myself still to let her enjoy her climax. 

After about thirty seconds of flexing my penis inside her, I asked her was she ready for me to come. Becky told me that it was okay to come if I wanted to. I started pumping her and became aware that she appeared to be close to coming again. I felt my balls starting to draw up into my belly and told her that I would soon be coming myself. Not wanting to leave my evidence inside her for her husband to find, I had chosen to pull out at the last moment. Becky would have none of it. As I hit my peek, I told Becky that I was coming. That gorgeous woman grabbed me by the hips, lifting herself off the mattress, and made sure that I came nowhere but inside her. It was like wrestling with a pit bull. I was shocked by her strength but quickly decided that if she wanted my offering, she would have it. I have never been multi orgasmic in all my life, but I shot a huge load and kept pumping only to shoot my second load only ten seconds later. Boy was I exhausted. I rolled off her with our union making a pop when released. I looked between her legs and was surprised to see none other than a wonderful looking creampie. 

After cleaning her up with a wash clothe, I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I was not dreaming. Her husband called her on the two way wanting to know where she was. She stated she had to go with promises to me of a future repeat performance. Laying there in the afterglow, I wondered why. Why did she give herself to me? Why was she interested in me? After talking to my friend, I went home and tried to understand why young women are often taken with older men. I went to sleep that night with many thoughts about getting together with her again. We did get together again, but that is for a future story.



Service Girl on Call



Long before we married, my wife Amy was constantly cooking, cleaning, and sexually servicing her older sisters, and her stepfather. 

She was told she had to earn her keep and she never complained. 

Her sister Brenda had always taken advantage of Amy to do her chores and such. One day she found a better use for Amy. She had a huge strap on dildo that was also a vibrator. Her job was to lick her sister's pussy until she was good and wet and then strap on the vibrating dildo and pump her sister while kissing her and sucking her tits until she came. 

Both have huge tits. Amy has bigger, more succulent breasts, while Brenda does has big tits, her plump pale white ass is what all the guys love about her. 

There was a great advantage to this, since the vibrating dildo's base was specifically designed to vibrate against Amy's clit so Amy always reached orgasm many times while pumping her sister with the strap on.

There was one other caveat. The dildo was uniquely designed to hold a good amount of liquid in a reservoir that was pressurized (kind of like a super soaker - the more Amy pumped in and out of her sister's pussy, the more pressure would build up). 

Amy would fill it up with warm water and once Brenda was close to orgasm, she would push a button on the back of the dildo strap that would squirt and blast the contents of the reservoir deeply and forcefully into her pussy. 

After Brenda would finish she would head for the bathroom where Amy would draw a bath for her sister and bathe her and bring her to climax again using the water that came rushing out of the faucet. Amy would sit behind her sister and pinch Brenda's nipples while Brenda's wide open legs would receive the rushing water against her clit. 

Things changed a bit once Amy and Brenda's mom remarried. 

The stepdad – Mark, moved in with his daughter who had unnaturally enormous watermelon tits (you have to see to believe – Amy later told me they were a size 44FF. The best part is her waist line is very thin in comparison so she looks like a cartoon character. Amy says her breasts weigh more than both her breasts combined, and hers are huge). Not too long after the honeymoon new rules were set in the house. (A lot of it had to do with the fact that Amy's mom was pre-menopausal and was not in the mood for having sex. This pissed Mark off since he didn't get married to be celibate).

The 3 girls had daily chores to perform. The chores were evenly rotated and no one performed the same duties 2 days in a row. 

* 1 girl would cook, prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner.

* 1 girl would clean up the house, make the beds, wash dishes, wash clothes, etc.

* 1 girl would be on service call for Mark's desires.

When Mark got home from work, the 3 girls would have to greet Mark at the door wearing only a pair of panties. Mark loved his girls' titties and was happy to come home to see all of the beautiful titties on display waiting for him. Before he arrived, the girls would eat a candy of different flavors (1 girl was watermelon, 1 was sour apple, and Amy was cherry) since Mark liked his girls to taste like candy.

Mark would hug and kiss each girl gently on the lips tasting each flavor and the girl who was on service call would escort him to his bedroom and disrobe him and lead him to the bathroom where they would clean him from head to toe in the shower. 

The shower would also require a good blowjob and/or a nice slow lathered-up tit fuck. Mark loved big titties and he was in titty heaven in his house. He loved to titty fuck until he was almost ready to cum then Mark would pump rapidly in the girls mouth, shoving his cock down their throat while grabbing the back of their head. He would cum quite forcefully and in great volume. He would only pull out his dick when he was limp and drained. His cum was salty, but watery in texture so it was bearable according to Amy.

He would then be escorted to dinner by his wife.

Many nights he would call in the service girl on duty and the standard procedure was for her to suck him to full erection. Then she would lube him and get on all fours and he would have anal sex with the service girl. Mark would paw and knead at the big titties as they swung from the pumping he was giving and pounding from behind. The slapping sound of his belly against the service girl's ass would often be loud and thunderous. He would only fuck them in the ass and mouth, but never their pussies. He wanted his daughters to be "virgins" and get married in white. (He didn't know about Brenda and his daughter getting fucked in the pussy with the strap on dildo). He also hated condoms and would only fuck the girls raw. He would cum inside of the service girl's ass as he held handfuls of titties much to his delight and pleasure. Once he was limp and out of her ass she would wipe him clean and clean out the cum from her ass with water in a squirt bottle and head back to her room. 

Amy continued to sexually satisfy her older sister with the addition of now servicing her stepfather and also now her stepsister.

The strap on vibrating squirting dildo was still used on most nights by the girls. They eventually came up with a new twist to the dildo. The girl on service call would get a mouthful of cum in the shower and would keep the dildo's reservoir nearby. After the shower she would fill the reservoir with the cum that was just sucked out of Mark and mix it with a little water. Amy would strap on the dildo and fuck Brenda or her stepsister in their pussy and the girl being fucked would eventually press the button when they were ready and they would receive a blast of sperm deep in their pussy. Amy would sometimes warm the reservoir in the microwave for a few seconds so the cocktail could be nice and warm, and sometimes put it in the fridge so it could be nice and cold. Either way, the girls loved their pussy sperm shots and Brenda most of all would cum almost every time that she received her blast deep within her pussy. The sperm was then sucked out of the pussy that was just blasted and spit back into the reservoir so the next girl can get blasted. 

The girls were secretly on the pill (which they got for free at the clinic) so they didn't risk getting pregnant by Mark. 

This happened every single day for many years until her stepfather and mother moved away and her sister got married.

To be continued...



Service Meeting



I have worked for Stephenson Pontiac-Buick for five years as Service Advisor.

It is my job to book new car customers' cars in for servicing. Mostly for warranty work but it was up to me to sell them additional "routine maintenance" which is customer pay, where the Service Department makes its money.

Service Advisors' performance is rated on the average amount of "customer pay" service per written work order. I made the top of the list almost every month and always earned my bonus.

There are two other Service Advisors, Geo Jenkins who had been a mechanic in his younger years and Kelly Brearley, a cutesy young blonde just out of vocational school. Brearley relied heavily on sex appeal to talk the mostly male customers into spending their money.

Brearley was a nineteen-year-old "know-it-all" fresh in the business after a ten-week training course and we never got along from day one.

Kelly always left an extra button undone on her shirt so the guys could see more of her perky young tits as they stood across the counter from her. She would make suggestive remarks and imply that she was open to socializing with them.

As a married woman and mother of a teenager I tried to conduct myself professionally and offer good honest advice to customers. I did not believe in mixing work and sex.

Each month Arnold Giesler the Service manager would hold a service department meeting after hours to discuss service department matters. The entire service department staff attended, counter staff, the shop foreman, control tower operator and all sixteen mechanics.

Fred Pierce, the dealership's bookkeeper, was scheduled to present a pep talk at the next meeting to promote the mechanics up selling work. Fred had asked me to attend wearing a bikini with five-dollar bills pinned over it.

At thirty-six I still had a figure that looked good in a bikini, especially one with three hundred dollars covering it! 

After the service department closed we all met in the dealership's meeting room, a large room setup with tables and chairs above the showroom.

There was a good turnout, must have been close to fifty people there.

Everyone was sitting around eating pizza and drinking beer supplied by the dealer as an incentive to attend. After I had a couple of pieces of pizza Fed Pierce approached me and asked me to come with him to his office to change into my bikini.

Fred's office was just down the hall from the meeting room so off we went. I took my bikini out of my bag and as it was obvious Pierce was going to watch me change I started to undress.

Fred Pierce is a kindly man, about fifty or so and married to a lovely lady. Fred has a beautiful daughter who is attending university but he still had an eye for good-looking women.

I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off revealing my well-filled 38"D" bra. Next I removed my skirt and stood before Fred in my panties and bra.

Fred scanned my body as I reached behind and unhooked my bra strap. When I brought the bra forward my creamy white mounds tumbled out into Fred's view. Without hesitating I tugged my panties down over my hips and stepped out of them. I was now completely naked before the leering bookkeeper.

I do not shave my pussy but maintain a well-trimmed bush. Fred gazed at my curly mound as if it were one of the wonders of the world.

"Very nice." He said as he evaluated my body.

The bikini was easy to put on, as it was just a little yellow string number I had picked up to wear in the tanning salon.

I arranged it so it covered the critical areas and then told Fred he could begin pinning on the money.

Fred approached me with a bundle of fives and a package of pins.

He started pining the bills to my top. Putting his fingers under the cups so as not to stick the pins into my breast he carefully started fastening the bills on. I realized Fred was getting a feel of my tits at the same time and knew he couldn't wait to start on my bottoms.

Fred managed to get a hundred dollars fastened to my skimpy top before moving down. 

His fingers went into my bush as he started pining fives to the small triangle covering my snatch. As he pinned on the bills his fingers kept moving as if he were trying to finger-fuck me. I was stating to get a little horny as he moved around to my ass.

He had no trouble pining the balance of the bills on the wider expanse of material covering my butt.

"O.K. we're ready." He said, "Let's go back."

With three hundred dollars and not much else covering me we returned to the meeting room.

All eyes were on me as we entered the room. There were a few hoots of approval and wolf-whistles as Fred lead me to the front of the group.

"O.K. guys, making money is as easy as picking it off this beauty." Fred started his pep talk.

"I want each of you to come up and help yourselves to some of the cash Michelle is wearing." Fred invited.

There was an immediate stampede to get the bills pinned to me.

Hands were all over me pulling off five-dollar bills as fast as they could. In the skirmish the ties holding my bikini in place either intentionally of accidentally became undone allowing my swimsuit to disappear along with the cash. In seconds I was standing naked in front of all my co-workers!

That was the point where everything went totally wrong.

No longer satisfied with five-dollar bills hands started groping my naked body. My tits were squeezed, my ass fondled and fingers explored my wet slit. I knew I was going to get fucked.

I was dragged in the center of the group over to one of the meeting tables and placed on top of it.

No one came to my rescue as hands held me spread-eagle on my back to be claimed by their hard cocks.

Herman, the German front-end mechanic was the first to mount me. I was held securely as Herman's cock forced its way into me.

"No! No! Please don't!" I begged uselessly.

Herman groaned with pleasure as he began fucking me. In and out of my cunt is cock slid as he worked himself up to an orgasm.

In minutes his body stiffened as he pumped his jism into me.

"Oh God!" I moaned realizing he had ejaculated in me.

As Herman pulled his spent cock out of me it was replaced by Bruce Brampton's. Bruce is the short chubby control tower operator.

While Bruce was fucking me a queue of fifteen guys had formed to dip their cocks in me.

"Haven't you guys heard of condoms?" I asked as Bruce's cock squished in and out of Herman's cum.

Bruce paid no attention as he quickly added his sperm to Herman's.

Bruce was in the process for cumming in me when I felt a cockhead being pressed against my lips. Fingers pinched my nostrils closed and when I opened my mouth to gasp for a breath of air the cock entered my mouth.

I twisted my glanced up to see whose cock was in my mouth. I saw the face of my boss Arnold Giesler grinning back at me. I was sucking my boss's cock!

"Suck it Honey and I will give you a bonus." He promised.

I knew the bonus he was referring to, a mouthful of his salty cum.

My lips sealed around Giesler's shaft as another in my soaking wet pussy replaced Bruce's cock.

If only my husband could see me now. Rick always thought Giesler had the hots for me and here I was with his cock filling my mouth.

I had always refused to suck Rick's cock when he asked and now I had my boss's cock in my mouth up to his balls.

I inhaled and formed a vacuum around Giesler's meat. My tongue started to stroke his rock-hard cock in my warm, wet mouth.

"Oh God yes!" Giesler moaned grabbing the back of my head and pushing me onto his cock.

I now had two cocks fucking me, one in my cunt, the other skull-fucking my head.

Looking up I saw I was surrounded by the guys from the garage, most with their cocks in their hands waiting for their turn to stick it in me. I knew I was in for a long night before they were all satisfied.

Some of the guys had convinced Kelly to suck their cocks. She was in the corner of the room, topless with Glen Day's cock in her mouth.

Day was a young twenties mechanic, married but a real womanizer. He had a look of ecstasy on his face as Brearley slurped on his cock.

Giesler's cock began throbbing in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum. I decided I would swallow his gooey sperm quickly and get it over with.

He started spurting a stream of thick slimy jism across my tongue. I gulped, trying to swallow the crud as quickly as he delivered it.

God he cum a lot! The snot slid down my throat like a mouthful of a sardine milkshake.

I tenderly licked off the head of his cock and kissed it before allowing it to leave.

"Nice going Michelle, now Giesler will tell everybody how you enjoyed sucking his cock!" 

Tony Ranelli climbed on top of me next. Ranelli was not even a mechanic, just the service department janitor. The gray hair Italian caretaker slid his thick clock into my now drenched pussy.

His breath reeked of garlic and stale cigarette smoke as he kissed my lips. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and our tongues began to wrestle. He must have tasted the residual of Giesler's cum that coated my mouth.

I squirmed under him but that only excited his cock, which was buried deep inside of me. The situation was hopeless and I give up. My legs wrapped around his hips and I drew myself up onto his cock.

There was a round of cheers when the spectators saw I was beginning to respond. Now more than ever the guys wanted to fuck me. 

As soon as I started actively fucking the guys that stirring deep inside of me begin. Oh my God, I was going to cum!

I tried to relax to prevent having an orgasm but one hard cock after another was too much to resist. As each cock cum in me I ebbed slowly closer to my own climax. 

John Felice was in me when it happened. John is a young twenties Italian mechanic who had always been friendly with me. 

"Oh John, I'm going to cum!" I groaned.

John was on top of me, my ankles on his shoulders, and he had me all to himself. 

It was truly a bizarre situation having a coworker's cock in me and about to share an orgasm with him.

"Fuck me John, make me cum!" I pleaded. 

Felice kissed me as we begin making love together. 

Our tongues intertwined as John's stokes became quicker and quicker igniting my orgasm. 

"Oh my God!" I cried as the spasms took over my body.

It begins around the head of John's cock and quickly shoots through me like ten thousand volts of electricity. Up through my torso, radiating into my limbs and finally smashing my mind like a kaleidoscope castle in the sky bedazzled with stars and rockets of every color in the rainbow.

The rapture was too great, blackness closed in as I lost consciousness.

Gradually my senses returned to me. John was still on top of me and I felt his spent cock still filling my pussy.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had Michelle." John smiled.

I just returned his smile not wanting to admit that I had enjoyed it more than fucking my husband.

There were only a few guys after John and I was so high on the euphoria of cumming with him I didn't mind them using my now sloppy fuck hole.

"You had a good night Michelle." Pierce said back in his office as I dressed.

I wondered how I would feel the next day when I had to face the guys who had fucked me silly? 



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"Well, it's nice to see that you're still happy to see me," she said, laughing as John blushed. "You're really going to do it?" she asked as he quickly began to dress.

"If you want me to," John replied, pulling his shirt on over his head. "Do you want me to?" he asked, looking at her. "It's not too late to change your mind."

"I think I'd at least like to try it," Kelly said, nodding. "Especially since it's Becky's father. She can be such a snotty bitch, it'd be fun knowing that I was fucking her father."

"Okay, then, I'll find a way to make a pitch to Tom while we're playing golf," he said.

"And I want you to be there when I do it," Kelly added.

"Jesus, Kelly," John breathed, staring at her. "That's asking a lot."

"Why, do you mind?" she asked.

"It's not me," John replied. "I'm sure most people don't like an audience."

"Well, you'll have to explain that because I'm still in high school and inexperienced and all that, that I'll only do it if you're there with me," she said. "I mean it."

"Well, I'll try," John agreed. "But what if he won't go for that part of it, will you still go through with it?"

"I'm not sure," Kelly said. "Probably. But I'd rather you were there to watch."

"Why?" John asked, puzzled.

"Because I want you to get so hot and horny watching someone else fuck me that you'll totally fuck my brains out after we get done," she replied, smiling at him.

"You can tell me about it and get the same results," John said.

"No, I want you to watch," she insisted. "I want to be performing for you."

"God, Kelly, you are one perverted sister," John said, laughing. "But that's fine with me. Now I've got to go play golf," he said, opening the door to leave.

"Hurry back," Kelly said, suddenly leaning forward and kissing him, one hand reaching down to cup his cock in his pants. "I'll be waiting for you down by the river."

Tom Henderson is actually a nice guy, John decided after they had played the front nine. And he had decided that his father was actually a bad sport, even more so because he always won. So when on the 12th hole Tom made a comment under his breath that John heard about wishing there was some way to get back at that arrogant son of a bitch, John took a deep breath and jumped in.

"Do you mean that?" he asked Tom, making sure his father couldn't hear.

"I'm sorry, John," Tom said, "I didn't mean for you to hear that."

"No, really, I agree with you," John said. "I didn't realize what a bad sport he is. It makes me mad too," he said, explaining the bet they had made that morning.

"That's unfair," Tom protested. "You have no chance."

"Oh, I think I'll manage," John said with a grin. "But that's not important now. Would you really like to get back at him somehow?"

"Yeah, I suppose I would," Tom replied. "Even though he's really my best friend, he needs to learn a lesson. Why, do you know something I don't?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that," John said, hedging and suddenly feeling very nervous. "But I do sort of have an idea."

"Well, what is it?" Tom asked.

"Well, it's pretty crazy and very out of line," John started, "but if it worked you would have put one over on him in spades and he'd never even know about it."

"Really!" Tom replied, looking at John with a different expression on his face. "I think I'd like to hear something like that."

But just then Jason came over to them and they had to stop their conversation. It wasn't until a couple of holes later that they had a chance to resume, looking for John's ball in the rough.

"So, John, why don't you tell me about your idea," Tom began.

"Well, it's just an idea, and I don't want you to get the wrong idea, about me or anything," John said.

"I understand," Tom said. "Still, I'd like to hear what you're thinking. Maybe there's something to it that we can use."

"Well, it involves my sister," John said.

"Your sister!" Tom exclaimed, his mouth opening in surprise. "How can she help?"

"It's not that she can help," John explained, "but she could be the instrument of your revenge."

"So, revenge is it now," Tom said, a big smile on his face. "It's not that serious, you know. Yes, he beats me every time we play and he rubs it in," he admitted. "But I wouldn't want to hurt him in any way, just get back some somehow."

"That's what I mean," John agreed. "I mean, he's my dad, after all, and I don't want him hurt either. But I do agree that some payback is in order."

"So how would your sister figure into this?" Tom asked, a smile on his face.

"Do you think she's pretty?" John asked him.

"Why, yes, she is," he agreed. "Very pretty actually."

"Yeah," John agreed. "How mad do you think dad would be if he knew that one of his friends was playing around with her?"

"Playing around with her!" Tom exclaimed. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Well, let's say I could get Kelly to spend some time with you," John began. "That would be one hell of a payback, wouldn't it?"

"Spend some time with me," Tom said. "What are you getting at, John?" he asked sternly.

"What if I could get Kelly to agree to have sex with you," he said, taking the plunge. "How would that make you feel?"

"You're joking!" Tom said with a laugh. "Why, she's still in high school. I could get in trouble for that."

"Is that your only problem with the idea?" John asked, smiling. "I'm still in high school too. Wouldn't you feel like you had really gotten back at him, and without him even knowing?"

"Jesus!" Tom exclaimed, all his breath leaving his body. "What an outrageous idea. What makes you even think you could get her to agree anyway?"

"She's my twin sister," John replied. "I know her better than anyone. So you're interested?"

"Let's just say that it's a very interesting idea," Tom said, shaking his head. "But what could you say to her to make her the least bit interested in an idea like that?"

"Oh, money has always been something that motivates Kelly," John replied. "If I were to tell her that you would give her, oh, I don't know, let's say $1000 to have sex with her, I know that would get her attention."

"$1000!" Tom exclaimed, looking at John in horror. "To have sex with a high school girl!"

"Well, it's not like she's a dog or anything," John said. "Or maybe you don't think she's good looking enough."

"No, no, it's not that," Tom said, stunned by what he was being offered. "Actually I've noticed how beautiful Kelly's has become in the last year or so."

"Well, she has to have some reason, doesn't she?" John said. "And if I could explain it to her that you thought she was so beautiful and so sexy that you'd be happy to pay her $1000 for sex, well, she is a girl and you know how they love to feel appreciated, especially when they're only in high school and starting to see themselves as something more than just a girl."

"Jesus! Where did you learn to think like this?" Tom asked.

"Oh, I've listened to dad explain his deals and rationalizing things all my life," John replied. "And I figure I'm going to be a stockbroker like him one day, only I'll make more money that he has."

"Well, if you keep thinking like this I wouldn't doubt it for a minute," Tom agreed.

"It's just an idea," John said.

"Hey, you two," Jason shouted. "Time's up. You have to drop a ball."

"We'll talk later," Tom said, walking away.

They finished their golf game and piled their bags into the trunk of the car for the ride home. When they got to the Henderson's house to drop Tom off, he spoke up.

"Hey, John, I've got some lumber I need to move that's too big for me to handle all by myself. If you're interested in helping me, I'll give you a few dollars for your trouble."

"Dad?" John asked, looking at his father.

"You do what you want to, son," Jason said.

"Sure, I'd like that," John agreed, getting out of the car.

"I'll give him a ride home when we're done, Jason, okay?" Tom asked.

"Fine, Tom, and thanks for the game," Jason said. "As usual it was fun."

"Yes, I'm sure it was," Tom said. "I'll get you yet, Jason."

"Sure you will, Tom, sure you will," he replied, laughing as he backed the car down the drive.

"Arrogant!" Tom muttered, picking up his golf bag. "Come on, John, I really do have a pile of stuff to move."

It took them about an hour to move all the lumber that needed to be moved and then Tom got two beers and gave one to John, sitting down with him under some trees in the back yard.

"So, you think your sister will go along with your scheme?" he asked John.

"I think there's a good chance," he answered.

"I take it that she isn't a virgin anymore then?" Tom asked.

"No, I think that disappeared a couple of months ago. But I'm sure she has almost no experience."

"And you think you can talk her in to this idea?"

"I can't think of anything Kelly wouldn't do for $1000," John replied. "Think of Becky. Can you imagine her turning down $1000, for anything?"

"Hey, you watch yourself there," Tom warned him sternly. "You're talking about my daughter."

"Well, do you?" John persisted. "Think about it. You know how much she loves new clothes. The latest fashions. Well, Kelly's no different than any other girl in her class. And since we only get an allowance she really has no way to get anything unless she asks for it from mom and dad."

"What you say makes a lot of sense," Tom admitted. "But $1000 is a lot of money."

"Exactly," John agreed, "to Kelly, or Becky, or me. But not to you or someone like my dad. You guys have so much money you're constantly looking for new ways to spend it."

"Isn't that the truth," Tom laughed, agreeing with him. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home now."

The ride home was short and very quiet. John knew that Tom was thinking about his idea and he just hoped that he had figured him right. He wasn't worried that he'd tell his father about his proposition, just whether he'd go for the bait. Literally. As they pulled up to the house John pointed out Kelly walking through the backyard towards the river path. She was only wearing a bikini and her full ripe body was fully visible.

"I'll tell you what, John," Tom said, giving him $10 for helping him back at the house. "You talk to your sister and see what she thinks of your idea, without mentioning me if you can, and then get in touch with me. We'll talk more then."

"Okay," John agreed, trying not to smile to hugely.

"Personally I think your idea is crazy and probably won't go anywhere," Tom said.

"But you never know," John replied.

"But you never know," Tom echoed, a smile on his face as Kelly disappeared from view into the trees.

"Thanks, Mr. Henderson," John said, getting out of the car.

"You can call me Tom, John," he replied. "After all, we're golfing partners now, aren't we?"

"We sure are," John agreed, a big grin on his face. "I'll talk to you later."

As he pulled away in the car John had to fight hard not to jump high up in the air. He had done it! Now it was just a matter of selling the fine print, namely Kelly wanted him there to watch. Dumping his golf bag in the garage, John took off down the trail towards the river. When he got to the clearing Kelly was already in the water, her suit in a pile on the grass. Wanting to surprise her, John sat down with his back against the oak tree, enjoying the sensation of having just pulled of his first big deal. It wasn't long before he heard Kelly scrambling up the embankment. As she cleared the top and looked up, she started, surprised to see anyone there, then relaxed when she realized that it was John.

"You scared me," she said, climbing up onto the grassy area, her naked body sparkling with the water in the sunlight.

"I thought you didn't mind if anybody caught you naked," John said.

"Not if you're with me," Kelly replied, smiling at him. "Did you talk to him?" she asked, sinking down on the grass next to him.

"Yeah," John replied, nodding his head.

"Well, what did he say?" Kelly asked, slightly perturbed at having to pry it out of him.

"He wanted me to find out if you'd have sex with him for $1000," John said, watching her face to gauge her reaction.

"You're kidding!" Kelly gasped, her hand going to her face. "Did he really?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," John told her. "I'm supposed to get in touch with him."

"God, I can't believe it," Kelly said, her eyes wide. "What did you tell him to convince him?"

"I told him what high school girl could resist the idea of $1000 to spend on clothes and fashions and stuff like that."

"And he said yes?"

"Not at first, but at the very last moment he told me to talk to you. Now I just have to find out when and where and see if he'll let me be there."

"I definitely won't do it if you're not there," Kelly said, looking suddenly afraid.

"I'll tell him," John said. "I just hope it's not a deal breaker."

"Oh, John, this is so exciting," Kelly said, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. "I want you to fuck me right now," she said, reaching out and grasping his already hard cock through his pants.

In mere seconds she had his pants open and his cock out, sucking it into her mouth eagerly, one hand massaging his balls. But she only sucked on him for a few seconds, then turned away on her hands and knees, her ass and pussy pointing at him.

"Come on, John, stick it in me," Kelly begged, one hand under her body opening her pussy wide and a finger sliding in. "I'm so wet."

Getting to his knees, John got behind Kelly, rubbing the head of his cock between her spread pussy lips, then pressing it into her slowly, not stopping until it had entirely disappeared in her pussy.

"Oh, god, John, fuck me, fuck me," Kelly moaned as he began to slide his cock in and out of her slowly, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each stroke. John could not believe that he had his cock buried in his sister's pussy yet again. And it felt so good. And tight. He could see her pussy lips clinging to his cock each time he pulled back, only to disappear along with his cock as he plunged back in. He soon had a fierce rhythm going as he slammed his cock in and out of his sister's pussy, smacking his belly against her ass each time he thrust deep into her.

"Don't forget, I want you to cum in my mouth," Kelly panted, her arms extended to absorb the shock as John continued to pound his cock into her.

"Turn around, then," John gasped slamming one last time into Kelly's pussy.

Kelly gasped when she felt John's cock suddenly withdrawn from her pussy and she quickly scrambled around so that his cock was hanging in front of her face, dripping with their combined juices. She opened her mouth and hungrily sucked on it, slurping at it and delighting in the flavors. He was so hard! Then she felt John's hands twine in her hair, holding her head firmly in his grasp, and then he began to fuck her mouth, sliding his cock in and out, banging it into the back of her throat each time. She concentrated on lathing his cock with her tongue each time he filled her mouth, loving the feeling of it sliding back and forth, so strong and smooth. Then John groaned and Kelly knew she was about to get her reward. His balls spasmed and his cock swelled even harder before he erupted, cum shooting into Kelly's mouth and she sucked on his cock. He came and came and came, Kelly's tongue driving him wild as she licked at his cock while swallowing all the cum he had to give. Finally there was no more and John stepped back, moving his cock out of range of Kelly's relentless mouth.

"I love the taste of your cum," Kelly said, licking her lips. "And I love the feeling of your cock in me too. Do you like fucking me and cumming in my mouth, John?" she asked, rising to her feet and pressing her body against him.

"Oh, yeah, I like it just fine," John said, smiling down at her. "I like it more and more each time."

"Good," Kelly said. "Tonight you get to eat my pussy until I cum, okay?"

"We've got to be careful about mom and dad," John reminded her.

"I know," Kelly replied. "And we will be. After they go to sleep."

"I'll probably be asleep by then too," John said.

"Not once I get hold of you you won't," Kelly said with a laugh, kissing him. "When are you going to talk to Mr. Henderson?" she asked.

"I don't know, maybe tomorrow," John said.

"Why not tonight?" Kelly asked, reaching down and picking up her bathing suit.

"I don't know," John answered. "I guess I could call him tonight."

"I think you should," Kelly said.

"You're really in a hurry to do this, aren't you?" John asked her.

"It excites me, the idea of it all," Kelly answered. "I can't wait to fuck someone while you're watching me. That's the most exciting of all."

"We'd better get home for dinner," John said, "or they'll be wondering where we are."

"All right, let's go then," Kelly agreed, skipping of down the trail, her bikini in her hand.

John followed, a smile on his face and his cock getting hard again in his pants. They finished dinner and cleaned up, Jason bragging once more about how he had beat Tom at golf and at how well John had done too. John somehow escaped and found a phone, quickly dialing the Henderson home. To his immense relief Tom Henderson answered the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Henderson. It's me, John." he said.

"Hi, John, how are you?"

"Oh, fine," he replied.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Tom asked.

"Well, yes," John stammered. "Uh, I talked to her."

"And what did she say?"

"Well, she said okay in the end," he explained, "except for one difference."

"Oh! And what is that difference?"

"She's sort of afraid to go by herself," he explained. "She wants me to be there with her when it happens."

"You're joking!" Tom said.

"No, that's what she said," John told him. "I tried to talk her out of it but it was no use. It's the only way she'll do it. I even tried to emphasize the money, but it didn't matter how much it was if I wasn't there with her."

"I don't know about this, John," Tom said. "I've never had an audience before."

"Well, you can be sure this is totally strange to me," John said to him. "I mean, she's my sister."

"And when will this happen?" Tom asked.

"Whenever you want, I guess," John said. "As long as we can get out of the house without any trouble. But where do you want to do it? At your house?"

"No, I don't think my house would be a good idea," Tom said. "My office would be better. You know where it is?"

"Yeah, same place my father's is," John replied. "But when?"

"Well, how about tomorrow night?" Tom asked. "Can you get out on a week night?"

"I guess we could, if we told them we were going to a movie or something."

"That's a good idea," Tom said. "Why don't we say 8:00 tomorrow night at my office, okay?"

"Uh, sure," John agreed. "But you have to pay Kelly first, in cash, okay? She won't be so nervous that way."

"Fine, fine," Tom agreed. "Then I'll see you tomorrow night at my office at 8:00 then."

"Okay, 8:00."

John went to his room, his head spinning as he realized that tomorrow night he was going to watch his father's best friend fuck his sister for $1000. His cock was rock hard just thinking about it. He lay down on the bed, his hands behind his head, thinking about what was going to happen, wishing that Kelly was here right now to suck on his cock. That might be the best part of it after all, getting to fuck Kelly all the time, he realized. What everyone else was going to be paying $1000 for, he would be getting for free whenever he wanted it. What a life.

He must have dozed off, because he came suddenly awake by something warm and wet settling on his face. After a momentary panic he realized that it was Kelly's pussy and that her mouth had his cock in it once again. Happily he began to lick and suck at her pussy, loving the taste of her juices that flowed so freely. They sucked each other for almost an hour, Kelly cumming several times, bathing his face in her juices, until finally he was able to cum again, filling Kelly's mouth with his hot load as she gulped it down. When they finally rolled over to catch their breath, John told Kelly about his talk with Tom Henderson. 




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"Tomorrow night!" Kelly said, sitting up. "So soon!"

"Do you want me to call it off?" John asked, staring at her in the soft light.

"N-n-n-no," Kelly stammered. "I want to do it. I'm just nervous, that's all. What if he doesn't like me or I don't do something right?"

"I don't think that's likely," John said. "You just do whatever it is you've been doing to me and we'll be lucky if he doesn't die from it. I know I almost do. And if he wants something else, I'm sure he'll tell you."

"I'm going to bed now," Kelly said, getting to her feet.

"Are you okay?" John asked.

"Yeah, just realizing a bit what I'm getting into," she said. "It's okay, I just want to be by myself for now."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning then."

"Good-night." 
CHAPTER FOUR

John was up and awake eating breakfast the next morning before Kelly ever appeared. She was already dressed for school in a mid-thigh skirt and blouse, with a bra on underneath. Because of Karin's presence they couldn't really talk about the only thing in the world that Kelly wanted to talk about, what would happen that night. They finished breakfast and kissed their mother good-bye, going out to the garage to get their bicycles while Karin went to take a shower to start her day. As soon as the door to the kitchen was closed Kelly turned to John, pressing herself up against him as one hand grabbed his cock through his pants.

"I am so excited thinking about tonight that I can't stand it," Kelly said, massaging his rapidly growing erection. "You've got to fuck me right now."

"Here! In the garage!" John exclaimed, looking around as if she were crazy.

"Right now," Kelly panted, frantically working at his zipper and reaching in for his cock. As soon as she had him exposed she turned and bent over, her hands flat on the floor.

"Go ahead, please fuck me," she begged, wriggling her ass.

Shocked by Kelly's brazenness, John lifted Kelly's skirt to find that she had no panties on and that her naked ass and pussy were pointing at him. He could see a drop of moisture dripping from the end of Kelly's engorged clit as it stuck out from between her pussy lips. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head of it between Kelly's thick pussy lips, feeling it get instantly coated in her slick juices. Raising it up a bit, he pressed it against the opening to her pussy and very slowly pressed forward, watching intently as inch after inch disappeared inside of her. Then he started rocking his hips back and forth, sliding the entire length of his cock in and out of his sister's pussy while she remained bent over in the garage.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, John, fuck me," Kelly cried out, feeling his cock deeper inside of her than it had yet been.

John couldn't believe how excited he was as he slammed his cock in and out of Kelly's pussy. He knew he wouldn't last very long, and when he felt that familiar churning in his balls, he warned Kelly that he was about to cum. She quickly stood up, dislodging him from her pussy, and turned around, dropping to her knees to engulf his slippery cock in her mouth. John groaned as he exploded, filling Kelly's mouth with his hot cum as she gulped it down. When she had finished sucking all of the cum from him, she smiled, stuffing his cock back into his pants before standing up and zipping him up.

"Now we can go to school," she said, licking her lips and smiling at him.

"What about your panties?" John asked, walking his bicycle out the garage with Kelly.

"I'm not going to wear any," she declared, smiling at him. "It makes me feel so wicked and horny to be naked under my skirt. Plus, I like rubbing my clit on the bicycle seat," she said, mounting the bicycle and obviously rubbing herself on the seat as they began to ride to school.

"You're incredible, Kelly," John laughed as he pedaled behind her, watching the action of her ass as she continued to stimulate herself on the seat.

By the time they got to school, Kelly declared that she had cum at least a dozen times, and John wasn't inclined to disbelieve her, seeing how soaked her seat was with her pussy juices. What did shock him was when Kelly leaned over and licked her seat, slurping at the juices that coated it.

"Do you think Mr. Henderson will eat my pussy for me tonight?" she asked him as they walked into school.

"I think he'll do whatever you want him to do," John replied. "I'll see you later," he said, going off to his first class, a smile on his face.

John and Kelly saw each other several times during their day at school, even having one class in common. It seemed like one of the longest days ever before the last class ended and they met at their bicycles.

"I've got to get out of here," Kelly told him as she approached. "I can't stand it any more."

"Why, what's the problem?" John asked.

"I've been so horny all day and all I can do is think of fucking. It's like a virus or something, or drug addiction. I can't wait to fuck you."

"Jesus, Kelly, get a grip," John said, laughing. "You'll drive yourself crazy. Besides, mom's home."

"As soon as we get in the garage," Kelly said. "Just do it as fast as you can. If you hurry, mom won't notice. I've got to have a cock inside my pussy or I'll just go crazy."

"But what about Mr. Henderson?" he asked. "He'll be fucking you later."

"I want you and I want you now," Kelly insisted as they rode up to their house. Now, be quiet and mom won't hear us," she said, dismounting her bicycle and quietly walking it into the garage.

By the time John followed her into the garage, Kelly had dismounted her bicycle and was stretched out over it from behind, her legs spread and her skirt flipped up onto her back, her ass and pussy clearly visible to John. Nervously glancing around, including back out the open garage door, John pulled his hard cock from his pants and moved up behind his sister's exposed pussy. She was so wet that John was able to spear her with a single thrust, burying himself inside of her hot box. Kelly was so wet that John could hear himself squishing inside of her pussy with each thrust. He pumped and pumped, trying to finish as quickly as possible, very conscious of the open garage door behind him and the door to the kitchen in front of him.

"Kelly," John began as he felt that familiar churning feeling in his balls, "I think I'm going to..." was all he got out.

"Kelly, John, is that you," they heard Karin saying from the kitchen. Kelly started to stand up with John's cock still buried deep inside of her pussy just as the door to the garage opened and their mother was framed in it.

"Hi, mom," Kelly panted. "We'll be right in," she said as John's cock exploded inside of her, cum splashing deep into her pussy.

"Okay," Karin said, leaving the door open and turning back to the kitchen.

John's cock continued to spasm, shooting glob after glob of hot cum into his sister's pussy. As he almost finished cumming, Kelly pulled away, dislodging his cock from her pussy.

"God, you came inside of me," Kelly breathed at him, her mouth hanging open. "It felt so great."

"We almost got caught, Kelly," John complained, trying to stuff his gooey cock back into his pants.

"But we didn't and it was all the more exciting for it, wasn't it?" she asked, turning from him and moving into the house. "I think I'll go clean up," she said, walking through the door into the kitchen, John's cum leaking from her pussy and dribbling down her legs.

John drank a big glass of milk, feeling his knees trembling at the close call they had just had. Also, he was freaked out because he knew that he had cum in his sister's pussy, and that it had felt great feeling her pussy muscles milking his cock as it pumped into her. He went to his room to wait for Kelly to finish in the shower so he could take one. When he heard the door to the bathroom open, he got to his feet and opened the door to his room to go out, almost running over Kelly who was standing there.

"I'm sorry, Kelly," he said, conscious of the small towel she was holding around herself. "I didn't mean to cum in you, it just happened."

"It's okay," Kelly reassured him. "It's not a bad time of the month for me, so I won't get pregnant. But it did feel really wonderful to feel your cock spurting inside of my pussy. When I left the kitchen I could feel it dribbling down my legs. It felt so sexy to know that it was your cum. Now I'm all cleaned up," she said, quickly opening the towel for him to see her naked body.

"God, Kelly, you're crazy," John laughed softly, his eyes taking in her beautiful body, her tits big and full, her nipples hard and pointed. "Aren't you at all afraid of mom catching us?"

"I'm not sure," Kelly said with a laugh, closing the towel once more and moving past him, one hand quickly caressing his crotch.

John went into the bathroom to take his shower, surprised to find that his cock was raging hard once again. He couldn't believe how turned on he got by his sister. He couldn't wait to see Mr. Henderson's reaction tonight, and Kelly's reaction also, he thought as he showered. It was sure going to be fun.


CHAPTER FIVE

As they sat down as a family to dinner, John and Kelly were both having trouble acting as though there was nothing special happening. They were helped in this by their father who was happily talking about how he had trounced a colleague of his in the market that day. He was even happier that they had agreed to play a round of golf then next afternoon so that he might try to extract some revenge.

"Can I play too?" John asked.

"Sure you can," Jason agreed expansively. "It'll be good practice for you and you can watch me teach him another lesson."

"Great!" John said, looking forward to it.

"Dad, do you mind if John and I go to a movie tonight?" Kelly asked.

"Isn't it a school night?" he asked.

"Yes, it is," Kelly agreed, "but there's an early showing and we could be home by 10:00 or 10:30, and I really want to see the movie."

"You have any problem with that, Karin?" Jason asked his wife.

"No, I guess it will be alright," she agreed. "But you have to come home right away when it's over. If you want I'll give you a ride."

"No, the weather's been so nice," Kelly said, "I think it would be nice to ride our bicycles."

"Well, don't let that be an excuse for being late," Karin warned. "Or I'll ground the both of you for the rest of the month."

"We promise," both Kelly and John said simultaneously.

They finished dinner and cleaned up and John and Kelly wandered back to Kelly's room.

"What should I wear" Kelly asked.

"Just like you wore to school today," John replied. "Short skirt, no panties. We want him to be really excited, and it will make you seem more like a little girl to him. The idea is for him to like it so much that he wants to do it again and again."

"What if I don't like it?" Kelly asked, stripping out of her shorts and panties and bending over to look through a drawer for a skirt, her naked ass and pussy pointing at John.

"You really think that you're not going to like it?" John asked with a laugh.

"No," Kelly agreed, laughing as she turned around, a skirt in her hand. "In fact, I'm so wet right now I can't believe it," she said, walking up to John and pushing her pussy into his face. "Lick me, John, just for a minute," she said, feeling his tongue slide between her pussy lips to tease her swollen clit.

"Get dressed now," John said, leaning back, pussy juice smeared across his mouth. "We need to get going."

"Okay," Kelly said, feverishly rubbing her pussy before pulling the skirt on.

"Don't forget," John said as they got on their bicycles for the short ride into town. "Act your age, or younger, and ask for the money first. My guess is he'll be so excited that he'll cum really fast and then we can get out of there."

"Okay," Kelly agreed, obviously rubbing her pussy on her bicycle seat as they rode.

They got to the office building and parked their bicycles in front, ringing the bell to Tom Henderson's office for admittance. When the buzzer went off, they opened the door and entered, getting into an elevator for the ride to the 16th floor. When the door opened, Tom Henderson was standing there, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Hello, John," he said. "And hello, Kelly," he said, taking her hand and leading her off the elevator. "You look very nice tonight, Kelly. Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, maybe a soda, Mr. Henderson," Kelly replied, suddenly acting shy and nervous.

"How about you, John?"

"A soda would be just fine," John answered.

"What did you tell your parents about where you were going?" Tom asked as he handed them each a soda.

"We told them we were going to a movie," John replied. "They told us to come home right after it ends, 10:00 or 10:30."

"Well, that gives us a couple of hours anyway," he observed. "And what would you like to do while you're here, Kelly?" he asked, taking her by one hand and gently pulling her next to him."

"Gee, Mr. Henderson," Kelly said. "John said you thought I was pretty and that you wanted to have sex with me. He told me you'd give me lots of money if I agreed."

"And is this something that you want to do?" he asked, his hand sliding around her waist to hold her next to his body.

"Well, I guess so," Kelly said, giggling. "I mean, why would you want me?"

"Well, Kelly, I think you're a very beautiful young woman," Tom replied. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No, not any more," Kelly answered, taking a sip from her soda.

"Well, then, what would you like to do first?" he asked.

"Well," Kelly said, pressing her pelvis slightly against his leg. "I'd like the money, I guess."

"Of course you would," Tom laughed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of hundred dollar bills and handing it to her. "$1000 is a lot of money, Kelly, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, it sure is," Kelly said, staring at the money in her hand.

"Why don't you let John hold that and we'll go into the other room," he suggested.

"Oh, no," Kelly said, staring at him. "I want John to be here too."

"Do you always have sex in front of John?" he asked, letting his hand drop down so that it was cupping her ass.

"John's never seen me have sex with anyone," Kelly assured him. "But I'd be more comfortable if he was here."

"John, you don't mind watching me have sex with your sister?" Tom asked.

"If it's what Kelly wants, I don't mind," John assured him, taking the money that Kelly was holding out to him and putting it in his shirt pocket.

"What would you like me to do, Mr. Henderson?" Kelly asked.

"Well, why don't you take off your shirt to start with," he suggested.

"Okay," she agreed, putting her soda down and then pulling her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her standing there in he bra and skirt.

"The bra too," he asked, staring at her tits filling her bra, her nipples obvious even through the thick material.

Kelly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward exposing her tits, pulling it off her arms and dropping it on the floor on top of her shirt.

"Jesus, Kelly," he exclaimed, his hands moving to cup both of her big full tits, his fingers finding her nipples and squeezing them. "You are very beautiful."

"You like them?" Kelly asked, excited and enjoying the feel of his hands on her.

"They're beautiful," he said, bending over to suck one nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing it.

"Oh, Mr. Henderson, that feels so nice," Kelly said, letting her arms go around his head and hold him close to her.

For several minutes he chose to just suck on first one, then the other of her tits, using his teeth and tongue and hands and causing Kelly to be very stimulated. Then he let his hands slide around her to cup both of her ass cheeks, pulling her close as he continued to suck on her tits. Kelly glanced over at John and saw that he had a big lump in his pants. Then she felt Mr. Henderson's hands slide down her legs almost to her knees, softly rubbing the smooth flesh of her thighs. When his hands slid back up, they slid under her skirt, cupping her bare ass.

"No panties?" he asked, looking her in the face in surprise.

"I don't like to wear them," Kelly said, feeling his fingers pressing into the crack of her ass as he squeezed her cheeks. "That feels nice, Mr. Henderson," she said, enjoying the sensation. "Does it excite you too?" she asked, letting a hand drop down between their bodies to cover his hard cock in his pants.

"Yes, it does, Kelly," he said, marveling at her forwardness as she continued to rub his cock through his pants. "Why don't you let it out?" he suggested.

"You wouldn't mind?" she asked, blinking her eyes in a feigned innocence as she dropped to her knees in front of him, both hands working at his zipper.

"What would you like to do?" he asked.

"Oh, it's so big," she said when she had extricated his cock from his pants, her hand wrapped around it. "Can I suck on it?"

"Please do," he replied, looking up at John and smiling.

John watched as Kelly began to suck on Mr. Henderson's cock. From what he could see, his cock was at least as big as his and a bit thicker. Kelly was enthusiastically sucking on him, able to take almost the entire thing into her mouth. He was Mr. Henderson twine his fingers in Kelly's hair, holding her head steady as he began to slowly fuck her face, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a pussy. Kelly responded by relaxing her mouth, letting her tongue lathe his cock each time it would slide in or out. John could tell by the look on Mr. Henderson's face that he was going to cum quickly.

"Oh, god, I'm cumming," he said a few seconds later, holding Kelly's face tightly against him, his cock sticking down her throat as his balls exploded, hot cum shooting into her mouth. Kelly moaned and sucked, eagerly swallowing his cum. After several minutes Mr. Henderson stopped cumming and Kelly continued to suck his cock, not stopping until it was hard again, then sitting back on her heels, breathing hard, a smile on her face.

"That was nice, Mr. Henderson," she said. "I love the taste of cum."

"You sure know how to suck a cock, Kelly," he complimented. "That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

"Oh, I can't believe that," Kelly replied, allowing him to pull her to her feet in front of him. "What about Mrs. Henderson?"

"She doesn't like to suck cock, Kelly," he replied.

"Is that why you wanted me then?" she asked.

"It's one of the reasons," he admitted. "But I also wanted you because I think you're a very beautiful young woman.

"You're so nice, Mr. Henderson," Kelly said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him on the mouth. "I'll suck your cock for you any time," she said.

"Would you like me to suck your pussy for you?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes," Kelly gushed. "Would you please? I'm so hot and wet and I need something."

"Well, why don't you take your skirt off first," he said, "and I'll undress too."

It only took Kelly ten seconds to drop her skirt to the floor, leaving her standing naked in front of him. A few seconds later Mr. Henderson too was naked, his cock standing out in front of him touching Kelly's belly.

"Here, why don't you sit up here on the bar," he suggested.

"Like this, Mr. Henderson?" Kelly asked, scrambling up onto the bar, leaning back on her hands, her feet up on the edge and wide apart, exposing her pussy entirely to his gaze.

"That's beautiful, Kelly," he said, staring at her spread pussy in front of him.

"Eat my pussy for me, Mr. Henderson," Kelly implored, wriggling her ass. "I'm so horny."

John watched as Mr. Henderson bent over and slid his tongue all through Kelly's pussy, which was dripping with juices. Kelly looked at him and smiled, beckoning him closer with a toss of her head. Quietly John got up from the sofa where he was sitting, rearranging his cock in his pants as he made his way over to the bar. He could clearly see Mr. Henderson's tongue as it slithered all over Kelly's pussy, diving into her hole, teasing her clit. He watched as Mr. Henderson would suck on Kelly's pussy lips, pulling on them with his teeth, then doing the same to her big clit. Kelly was groaning now as he sucked on her clit, teasing her with his tongue and also lightly chewing on her with his teeth. She gasped when she felt herself beginning to cum, humping her pussy up into his face as he sucked on her. John saw him shoot his tongue deep into her hole as she came, slurping at the juices that were flowing, drinking her up. Finally Kelly stopped trembling with orgasm and Mr. Henderson lapped up all the juices that were there, lifting his head slowly, pussy juice smeared all over his face, a big smile splitting it.




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"That's the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted, Kelly," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her, his tongue invading her mouth where to his surprise she sucked on it.

"You ate me so nice," Kelly purred, kissing him. "Will you fuck me now?"

"Is that what you'd like, Kelly?" he asked, again shocked by her forwardness.

"Oh, yes, I want your cock inside of my pussy," Kelly said. "I want to feel it fill me. But you can't cum inside of me. I'm not on the pill. But you can cum again in my mouth."

"That sounds fine to me, Kelly," he said. "But why don't you sit on one of these bar stools. It will make it much easier. Now, hold your knees up to your chest," he instructed.

"Maybe John can help," Kelly said, trying to bring her knees up and stay on the stool at the same time.

"Do you mind, John?" he asked, amazed at how unconcerned she was about her brother watching.

"No, I'll help," John said, moving behind Kelly and reaching over her body to grip her knees, holding them up and wide apart, opening her pussy for easy entry.

"That's just fine," Mr. Henderson said, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it between Kelly's pussy lips.

John stared as Mr. Henderson rubbed his cock up an down between Kelly's spread pussy lips. Each time he rubbed upwards and slid across her big clit, Kelly let out a moan. John had never seen her so hot before. Then Mr. Henderson positioned his cock at the entrance to Kelly's pussy, staring at her twisted face for a moment and then looking at John. 

"Here we go," he said, slowly pushing forward.

"Oh, yes," Kelly panted, "fuck me, please fuck me," trying to lift her pussy to meet his slowly penetrating cock.

John watched as inch by inch Mr. Henderson's cock slid into Kelly's pussy. He couldn't believe how big it seemed and how easily Kelly's pussy adjusted to its size, welcoming it deep inside of her. When he finally succeeded in completely burying his cock inside of her, all John could see was the thick shaft of his cock with Kelly's big clit sticking out above it. Slowly Mr. Henderson began to saw his cock in and out of Kelly's pussy, picking up the pace as he became thoroughly coated with her slick pussy juices. Quickly he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy, her inner pussy lips clinging to the shaft of his big cock each time he drew back, only to disappear inside of her pussy when he thrust back in. Her big clit stuck out like the tip of his little finger, rubbing against the shaft of his cock each time it slid by, causing Kelly to have one continual orgasm after another. After what seemed like an hour, Mr. Henderson's face began to screw into a grimace and John knew that he wasn't far from cumming himself. When Kelly felt his cock begin to grow even bigger inside of her pussy, she too knew that he was about to cum.

"Please, Mr. Henderson, don't cum inside of me," she panted, "cum in my mouth."

"Alright then," he gasped, pulling his cock from her soaked pussy. "Quickly now," he urged, his cock throbbing.

Almost falling off of the bar stool, Kelly dropped to her knees in front of him, opening her mouth and letting him slide his wet gooey cock into her mouth. Happily Kelly closed her lips around the shaft and began to suck, massaging his balls with her hand. He groaned and then John saw that he was cumming, filling Kelly's mouth for the second time that evening as she eagerly gulped it down. Kelly sucked and gulped until there was nothing left for her, then gently licked and sucked his cock clean before letting it drop limp from her mouth.

"Oh, Mr. Henderson, you fuck so good," Kelly said, struggling to her feet to hug him. "And I love it when you cum in my mouth."

"God, Kelly, you're incredible," he panted, not daring to believe that this was the high school daughter of his best friend. "You've got an incredible pussy and an incredible mouth too," he said.

"I love your cock," she said, again dropping down to her knees to gently suck on him. "If you can get it hard again, do we have time for one more fuck?" she asked.

"It would have to be a fast one, Kelly," John said, looking at his watch. "We need to leave here in the next ten minutes or mom and dad will begin to wonder."

"I couldn't possibly get it up again," Tom Henderson laughed, "though god knows I'd love nothing more than to be buried in your sweet pussy again."

"Well, maybe we can do this again sometime," Kelly said, getting to her feet. "If you want to, that is," she said, kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. "I don't mind."

"God, yes," Tom Henderson gasped, not believing how hot this little vixen was. "How about next week at the same time?" he asked.

"Oh, really!" Kelly exclaimed. "You really want to fuck me again?"

"I sure do," he admitted. "We can make it a weekly thing if you want to."

"Oh, Mr. Henderson," Kelly gushed. "That'll be great. I can't wait to feel your big cock in my pussy again."

"We better go, Kelly," John advised, again checking his watch.

"Go on, get dressed," Tom Henderson said, giving her a quick kiss. "You don't want to get in trouble with your parents."

Quickly Kelly picked up her clothes and dressed, once again the young schoolgirl.

"Bye, Mr. Henderson," she said, letting her hand grab his cock once more and squeeze. "See you next week."

"Next week, Kelly," he replied, smiling at her youth as she and John left his office and entered the elevator.

"Oh, John, I can't believe how much fun that was," Kelly said as soon as the elevator doors closed. "And with you right there watching I thought I would die."

"You sure are beautiful, Kelly," he said. "I couldn't believe how neat it looked when he was fucking you."

"And it turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, her hand closing on his hard cock in his pants. "I'll take care of that when we get home," she promised as they got their bicycles.

"Are you sure you can?" John asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"Oh, I could fuck all night," Kelly said, grinding her pussy onto the bicycle seat. "Especially for $1000."

"Yeah, we really do have $1000, don't we," John marveled.

"I can't wait for next time," she said. "Do you really think that dad's other friends would like to fuck me too?" she asked. "I think I'd like that."

"I'm sure of it," John said. "But are you sure you want to do this?"

"Oh, yes, I am," Kelly assured him. "I want all the cock I can get, especially if there's $1000 attached to each one."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," John promised as they pulled up to their house.

"Hi there, you two," they heard their mother say as they pulled into the garage.

"Hi, mom," Kelly replied.

"How was the movie?" Karin asked as they came through the doorway into the kitchen.

"It was great!" Kelly responded. "I think we'll go to the movies more often. It's a nice way to spend an evening."

"I think that's a nice idea," Karin agreed, pleased that her twins were still so close.

"Night, mom," Kelly said. "I'm pretty tired so I think I'll go to bed."

"Me too," John agreed. "Night, mom," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

What beautiful children I have, Karin thought wistfully as she watched them retreat down the hall. I'm so lucky, she thought.

John was about to fall asleep when he felt, more than heard, his door open, and then Kelly was climbing into his bed with him, completely naked.

"Now it's my turn to fuck you," she said, kissing him, her hand going between their bodies to find his cock. "The whole time he was fucking me I only thought of you, wishing it was you fucking me and him watching," she said, feeling him get instantly hard. "It was so incredible having you hold my legs open while he fucked me," Kelly said, sliding his cock back and forth between her pussy lips, getting him nice and wet. "Now I get what I really want," she said, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy and lowering herself onto him. "Yes, this is it," she hissed, rocking her hips back and forth. "Fuck me, John, fuck me," she moaned, feeling his hands grab her hips and begin to push her back and forth.

Before she knew what was happening, John had flipped her onto her back, his cock still inside of her but with him on top, and he began slamming his cock into her, fucking her like crazy, trying to expiate the excitement of the evening as quickly as possible.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," Kelly panted as he fucked her. "I want to taste your cum."

"Well, here it is," John gasped, pulling his cock from his sister and crawling up her chest, sliding it wet and gooey into her open and waiting mouth. He felt her suck him down into her throat and then his balls exploded, his cum shooting into her mouth. He could feel her gulp once, twice, three times and she tried to swallow his cum as quickly as it filled her mouth. Then he felt his cock subside and he fell over onto the bed, spent as though it had been him fucking her all night.

"Thank you, John," Kelly said, kissing him. "I love you so much for letting me be a whore and fucking me like this."

"You may be a whore," John said softly, "but you're a very expensive one, and I love fucking you. And I love watching you get fucked too."

"I know you do," Kelly said, hugging him. "That's why you're so perfect."

John fell asleep with a smile on his face, never even noticing that Kelly got up and returned to her own room. 
CHAPTER SIX

The next morning Kelly again came to John's room and fucked him silly before their parents got up for breakfast. John hurried home after school to meet his father so they could go play golf with his work buddy, Bob Adams. When they got to the course, John was surprised to see that Tom Henderson was also joining them.

"Hello, John," Tom said, shaking his hand. "More practice?"

"Uh, yeah, Mr. Henderson," John said, unable to get out of his mind the sight of his sister being fucked by him the night before.

"How's Kelly," he whispered to John when he was sure he wouldn't be heard.

"She had a big smile on her face this morning," John said, remembering how she looked as she left his room.

"So did I, all night," Tom replied, laughing.

They began to play and John saw that Bob didn't have a chance of beating his father. And for that matter neither did Tom. It was obvious towards the end of the round that Bob was thoroughly frustrated and pissed off at being so thoroughly trounced.

"He sure looks like he'd like to kill dad," John observed to Tom.

"Yeah, he's not a happy camper," Tom agreed.

"Maybe I should tell him about Kelly," John mused, curious to what Tom's reaction would be.

"I'm sure he would," Tom laughed. "I'll say something to him for you, if you'd like."

"You wouldn't mind?" John asked, surprised.

"Hell, no," Tom replied. "I'd like to see everyone your dad has stepped on be able to get back at him. He's a great guy, he just has no class."

John couldn't believe his luck when he heard this. He was even more surprised when Bob came up to him as they walked up the 18th fairway.

"I understand you could help me pay back your father a bit for being such a shit," he said out of the blue to John.

"Uh, what do you mean?" John said, suddenly unsure of himself.

"Your sister," he hissed. "Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true," John agreed.

"$1000?"

"That's right."

"Well, I want to fuck her in the ass and pretend that it's your father," he said. "You have any problem with that?"

"Me, no," John said. "But I'll have to ask Kelly. I don't know if she's ever done that before."

"Well, if she agrees, you two come to my house at 8:00 tonight."

"Your house!"

"Sure. It's okay, trust me. 8:00."

"Okay. I'll talk to Kelly. But I don't know if my parents will let us out tonight. We went out last night."

"I heard," he said with a grin. "I'll take care of that for you too."

They finished playing the round and picked up their bags to walk to the parking lot.

"John, I noticed that you're using an old putter," Bob Adams said. "Why don't you come by my house tonight and I'll let you have one of my old ones. They're all new compared to that and you might find one that feels just right in your hands."

"Gosh, Mr. Adams, that'd be swell," John said in genuine gratitude. "I'd really appreciate that."

"You got any problem with that, Jason?" he asked.

"No, not at all. That's really nice of you."

"No, it's a pleasure. John's a good kid and he'll beat you one of these days, even if we don't."

"Well, that's what he thinks too," Jason laughed. "But I doubt it."

"I don't," John said, steel in his voice.

"I'll see you tonight then, John."

"Sure thing, Mr. Adams, and thanks."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it at all."

When they got home John went directly to take a shower before sitting down to eat dinner. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Kelly yet and he was worried about her reaction to Mr. Adams' strange request to fuck her in the ass. Luckily for him his father saved the day by his regular bragging, which also included John's invite to pick himself out one of Bob Adams' putters that evening.

"I think that's wonderful, John," his mother said, leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. "You have fun and keep practicing and we all know that you're going to beat your father one of these days."

"I plan on it," John said, staring directly at his father's smirking face. "Hey, Kelly, you want to come with me tonight?"

"Uh, well, sure," Kelly replied, surprised to be invited.

"It's better than hanging out here anyway," John told her, winking.

"Okay," she said.

After they finished dinner and cleaned up, they got their bicycles from the garage and started to ride to the house and John quickly filled Kelly in on his conversation with Bob Adams that afternoon.

"He wants to fuck me in the ass?" Kelly asked, slowing down her pedaling. "I don't know if I like that."

"Have you ever done it before?" John asked.

"Not really, just once someone pushed their finger into my ass while we were fucking."

"Did you like it?"

"It made me cum like crazy," Kelly laughed, remembering.

"Well, do you want to do this?" John asked. "He agreed to the $1000 too."

"I guess so," she responded. "Besides, it might be fun too. And if I'm going to be a whore I have to do things like that, don't I?"

"Kelly, I don't think you're a whore, maybe a high-class call girl."

"It's still a whore," she laughed. "Sex for money. Besides, I like thinking of myself as a whore. It's so wicked."

They pulled up to the Adams' house and parked their bicycles, knocking on the door. It was answered by Mrs. Adams, surprising both of them. She was a short blonde woman, very beautiful, it seemed to John, and she was wearing an oriental lounging robe.

"Oh, hi. You must be John and Kelly," she said. "Bob's in the den. Go right on in."

They went into the den and Bob was standing there with a drink in his hand, wearing an identical robe to the one his wife had been wearing.

"Hello, John," he said, smiling at them. "And you must be Kelly," he said, walking over to shake their hands. "You're even prettier than I'd heard," he said.

"Thank you," Kelly said, blushing slightly as she looked at him. He appeared to be of medium height and strongly built and he was nice looking too, she thought as he released her hand.

"I believe this is for you," Bob said, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a folded wad of money, handing it to Kelly. "Is that right?"

"Uh, yes," Kelly said, feeling herself blush again as she took the money, turning to hand it to John.

"What about Mrs. Adams?" John asked, looking towards the door.

"Oh, don't worry about her," Bob said. "It's no problem at all. I understand that you insist on John being present, right?"

"Uh, yeah," Kelly nodded. "I feel safer for some reason."

"You don't mind your brother seeing you, you know, naked like that and having sex?"

"It sort of excites me to know he's watching, actually," Kelly replied, turning to John with a smile on her face. "And I know it excites him."

"I'll bet it does," he agreed with a smile. "Why don't you take your clothes off for me to start with then?"

"Are you sure?" Kelly asked, looking back at the open door.

"It's no problem, I assure you."

"Well, okay then," she said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head, then releasing her bra and letting it drop to the floor. Her tits fell free of the constraining bra and her nipples hardened instantly, screwing into cherry knots on the end of her full tits. Then she unzipped her shorts, letting them slide to the floor, leaving her standing naked in front of Bob since she wasn't wearing any panties.

"God, you are really a beautiful young girl, Kelly," Bob said, frankly appraising her body. "And this is your amazing clit that I've heard about," he said, reaching down between her legs to gently stroke it as it stuck out from between her pussy lips.

"Ooh, Mr. Adams, that feels nice," Kelly said, feeling her juices begin to flow.

"Would you like to suck my cock for me, Kelly?" he asked, letting his robe part to reveal that he too was naked underneath.

"Oh, yes, I love to suck cock," Kelly said with a smile. "Yours is so thick too," she said, shyly reaching forward to grasp it in her hand.

Dropping to her knees in front of him Kelly flicked her tongue out, wiping across the head of his cock and tasting him. Immediately his cock swelled to its full size in her hand, not quite as big as John's or Tom's but much thicker than either of them. Unable to get her hand all the way around the shaft, Kelly opened her mouth as wide as she could and closed her lips around the head of Bob's cock, letting her tongue swirl all around it. 

Bob sighed as he watched Kelly on her knees in front of him trying valiantly to suck his cock, her big tits swaying in front of her. He looked up at John and smiled as he was how rapt his attention was on his sister blowing him. John noticed Bob's attention and shifted his eyes, looking up and back over his shoulder as he felt or saw something there. He was shocked to see Mrs. Adams moving up to the back of the sofa, a finger to her lips indicating that he should be quiet. Her other hand softly slid onto his shoulder, lightly squeezing it as John stared up at her. She nodded her head towards her husband and Kelly, a smile on her face, and John turned back around to watch as Kelly continued to suck on Bob's cock. His mind was whirling in panic because of Mrs. Adams' presence.

"Boy, you sure are big, Mr. Adams," Kelly said, gasping for breath.

"You're doing fine," he replied, slightly leaning forward so she would continue.

Eagerly Kelly continued to suck his cock and John noticed that she was now able to get about half of it into her mouth as she bobbed back and forth. Still feeling Mrs. Adams' hand on his shoulder, John again turned and looked up at her. He noticed that the top of her robe had slightly parted and he could now see one bare breast with a big hard nipple pressing against the material.

She looked down and smiled at him, seeing where his eyes were. Caressing his shoulder softly she walked around the sofa and sat down right next to him, her thigh pressed up against his. Her robe, which only came down about 3/4 thigh when she was standing, was now only about 1/4 thigh, barely covering her pussy. She patted John on the thigh, letting her hand rest there as she crossed her legs. This caused the bottom of the robe to split apart up to the cinch at the waist but John was unable to see her pussy because of the way her legs were crossed. The top of the robe was gaping open and he could clearly see one tit with a big pink nipple.

Just then Kelly started to moan and Bob groaned. John turned towards them, knowing that he was cumming in Kelly's mouth. He could see Kelly's cheeks billowing as she struggled to swallow the cum that was filling her mouth. For the first time he saw cum leak out the corner of her mouth and dribble down her chin as she continued to gulp and swallow. Finally he stopped cumming and Kelly licked and sucked the last of it from his cock before letting it out of her mouth. She used a finger to scoop up the glob of cum that had dribbled down her chin and licked it off too.




Service



"Gosh, Mr. Adams, you sure do cum a lot," Kelly said, smiling up at him, his hard cock still in her hand.

"Do you like to eat cum, Kelly?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, I love cum. I love the taste of it. It makes me so wet."

"Would you like it if I ate your pussy for you before I fuck you?"

"Oh, yes, I love having my pussy sucked."

"Why don't you lay on that coffee table there behind you," he suggested, smiling at her.

"Okay," she said, turning around. Her mouth dropped open and her hands tried to cover herself when she saw Mrs. Adams sitting on the sofa next to John. 

"M-m-Mrs. Adams!" she cried. "I-I-I didn't know you were here I mean --"

"That's okay, Kelly," she replied. "It was wonderful watching you suck Bob's cock. I could tell you really liked doing it."

"Y-y-you don't mind?" she asked, terrified.

"Of course not. Why should I? That's what he's paying you to do, isn't he?"

"Well, yes, but he's your husband, I mean."

"You just don't worry about it. Lay down here on the table and let Bob eat that sweet pussy of yours. He loves to eat pussy. I know."

"Well, okay, I guess," Kelly said, letting her hands drop. "If you're sure you don't mind. That it's really okay."

"I promise," she said, crossing her heart with a finger.

Shrugging, Kelly crawled onto the coffee table, laying on her back with her feet up on the edge as wide as the table would allow. Mr. Adams stood looking down at her, his cock standing straight out in front of him, and Mrs. Adams leaned forward, letting her hand slide to cover John's cock as she stared at Kelly's pussy.

"She does have a big clit, doesn't she?" she commented.

"Just like Tom said," Bob agreed. "What a beautiful pussy," he said as he dropped to his knees in front of her. "I can't wait to taste it."

As Mrs. Adams continued to rub and squeeze his cock, John watched Mr.. Adams bend forward, lowering his face into Kelly's wide open pussy, his tongue leading the way as it dipped directly into her hole. He heard her sigh as Mr. Adams' tongue slowly began to lick her pussy, sliding up and down between her pussy lips, tracing them, sucking on them, even lightly chewing on them as Kelly gasped and writhed on the coffee table.

John's cock was rock hard as Mrs. Adams rubbed and squeezed it while they watched Mr. Adams eat Kelly's pussy. Kelly was writhing on the table, her breath coming in gasps now as she neared orgasm. When Mr. Adams began to suck on Kelly's clit, lightly biting it and flicking it with his tongue, she went over the edge, cumming in Mr. Adams' mouth as he continued to suck on her. Mrs. Adams leaned forward to watch Kelly's face as she came and reached out to firmly grasp one of Kelly's nipples between her fingers, squeezing and pulling it as Kelly's orgasm slowly petered out. Releasing her nipple, Mrs. Adams leaned back onto the sofa again, but not before undoing the cinch of her robe, causing it to fall wide open, exposing her body.

"Fuck her now, Bob," Mrs. Adams said, seeing her husband's cum-drenched face as he lifted it from Kelly's pussy.

"Umm, yes, fuck me," Kelly panted, her hands between her legs holding her pussy wide open.

"You've got quite a sister," Mrs. Adams said, turning to John, one hand still firmly on his cock.

"Uh, yeah," John gulped, staring at her tits as they hung gracefully from her chest, her big pink nipples hard and sticking out.

John couldn't tear his eyes from Mrs. Adams as she tucked one leg up under the other as she turned to face him, watching the expression on his face as his eyes traveled down to between her legs. She smiled to herself and began to pull his zipper down when she saw his jaw drop as he saw her smooth-shaved pussy spread open between her legs. He finally turned his head when he heard Kelly groan, and saw that Mr. Adams was sliding his huge cock slowly into her pussy. As he slowly began to fuck her, Mrs. Adams succeeded in extracting his cock from his pants, holding him firmly in her hand as she watched her husband fucking Kelly.

Without any warning Mrs. Adams suddenly moved so that she was straddling John's lap facing him, his cock sliding between her slippery pussy lips and her tits pressing against his chest.

"While Bob's busy with Kelly, you can make me happy," she said, reaching down between her legs and grasping his cock in her hand, guiding it to the entrance to her hole.

John gasped when he felt the hot velvet of her pussy envelope his cock. He was so shocked that he didn't know what to do. But that didn't matter, because Mrs. Adams knew exactly what to do, and she did it. She began to fuck him, sliding her smooth pussy back and forth on his cock. She lifted one of her tits and held it to his mouth, encouraging him to suck on it. John couldn't believe it. Kelly was getting fucked by her husband on the coffee table, and he's paying for it, while his wife is fucking him on the couch, and he doesn't have to pay for it.

John heard Kelly gasping and knew she was only moments away from cumming. He couldn't believe how good Mrs. Adams' pussy felt as she milked him. Then Kelly cried out as her orgasm took her. Mrs. Adams just fucked him harder and harder, never even looking back at Kelly.

"You sure got a nice pussy, Kelly," Bob Adams said, slowly fucking her now as she recovered from her orgasm. "You're nice and tight too."

"Oh, Mr. Adams, your cock feels so good in me," Kelly gasped, no energy left to meet his slow thrusts.

"I want to fuck your ass now, Kelly," he said. "What do you think of that?"

"I've never done that before," she replied, "so please don't hurt me."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. "Tell me."

"Oooh, I want you to fuck me in the ass," she gasped as he slammed his cock all the way into her pussy.

"Why don't you get on your hands and knees on the floor then," he said, slowly withdrawing his gooey cock from her pussy.

"Oh, don't take it out," Kelly gasped when she felt his cock withdrawn from her grasping pussy.

Helping her to sit up, Kelly seemed to notice John and Mrs. Adams for the first time.

"Oh, John, what are you doing?" she asked as she watched Mrs. Adams sliding her ass back and forth on John's lap.

"I'm not doing anything," John gasped, his cock ready to explode from Mrs. Adams' incredible pussy.

"Cum inside me now, John," Mrs. Adams panted, fucking him hard and fast.

"Oh, god, oh, god," John said, feeling himself go over the edge as his balls began to spasm in orgasm.

"Oh, yes," Mrs. Adams cried, feeling his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy. "That's it, fill my pussy, give it all to me," as her pussy milked his cock dry.

Kelly's mouth was hanging open as she watched and heard her brother filling Mrs. Adams' pussy. She couldn't believe it. Then Mr. Adams was helping her off the coffee table onto the floor, where she knelt on her hands and knees, her ass high up in the air.

"Here you go, Kelly," he said, sliding his cock into her wet pussy from behind.

"Ooh, yes," Kelly breathed when she felt his cock fill her pussy.

"Kathy, will you get me the KY, please," Mr. Adams asked as he slowly pumped Kelly's pussy.

"Sure, Bob," Mrs. Adams replied, slowly pushing herself up off of John's cock.

John could only stare as Mrs. Adams stood momentarily in front of him, her robe hanging open. Her pussy was absolutely hairless and her pussy lips were red and swollen, gaping open. Smiling at him, she turned and opened a drawer in the coffee table, reaching in a removing a tube of KY. She then went to her husband leaning down to kiss him as he stroked his cock in and out of Kelly's pussy.

"Would you like me to do it, Bob?" she asked.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," he replied, smiling at her knowingly.

Squirting a generous amount of KY onto her fingers, Kathy began to rub in onto Kelly's asshole, pushing a finger inside and making sure to lubricate the inside of her virgin asshole too. Then Bob slid his cock from Kelly's pussy and pressed the head of it against her asshole. Kelly groaned as she felt the head of his cock stretching her asshole as it slid into her. She was gasping and panting as she felt him rest there for a moment, her asshole slowly adjusting to the size of his cock just inside. Then slowly and inexorably he began to push his cock into her ass. Kelly felt like she was being split in two as his big cock slowly but surely filled her ass. She couldn't believe how stuffed she felt when she finally felt his pubic hair pressed up against her ass as he buried his cock completely in her.

"Man, this is one tight ass," Mr. Adams exclaimed, resting as Kelly adjusted to having his entire cock stuffed up her ass. "How do you like it, Kelly?" he asked.

"Oh, god, you're so big," Kelly sobbed.

"It'll stop hurting in a minute," Kathy Adams assured her. "It's like that for me too."

"You mean you let him fuck you in the ass too?" Kelly gasped.

"All the time," she replied, moving around in front of Kelly. "You'll begin to enjoy it in a few seconds too," she said, sitting down cross-legged in front of Kelly. "It's probably hurting less already, isn't it?" she asked, leaning forward and gently kissing Kelly on the mouth.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Kelly agreed, feeling herself relax a little.

"Well, then, let's fuck," Bob said, slowly pulling his cock back out of Kelly's ass, then just as slowly pushing it back in.

"Oh, god," Kelly gasped as she felt Bob's huge cock sawing in and out of her ass. "It's so big," she said, lowering her face to the ground as he continued to slowly fuck her ass.

"Here, maybe this will help," Kathy Adams suggested, uncrossing her legs and putting one on either side of Kelly, scooting forward until her naked pussy was right in front of Kelly's nose.

"Suck her pussy, Kelly," Bob Adams said, his cock never slowing down. "Suck Kathy's pussy."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He got up from the sofa where he had been sitting and moved over to where he could closely watch his sister. He could see Mr. Adams' cock sliding in and out of her ass. Mrs. Adams' cum-filled bald pussy was split open just an inch in front of Kelly's nose. Each time Mr. Adams slammed his cock into her ass, Kelly's nose would bump forward into Mrs. Adams' pussy. With Mr. Adams encouraging her, he saw Kelly's tongue stick out and plunge into Mrs. Adams' pussy the next time Mr. Adams thrust forward. And that's where it stayed. John watched in disbelief as Kelly enthusiastically glued her mouth to Mrs. Adams' pussy, sucking and licking up the cum that he had just put there as Mr. Adams continued to pound her ass.

Kelly was almost growling as she ate Kathy Adams' pussy while Bob Adams was now vigorously pounding his cock in and out of her ass. She couldn't believe the sensations she was experiencing as Mr. Adams' cock seemed to split her wide each time he buried it in her ass. She felt like she was having a continual orgasm. And getting to eat John's cum out of Mrs. Adams' pussy was turning her on more than anything she had ever done. She realized that she loved the taste of pussy as she fastened her lips on Mrs. Adams' clit, sucking it and teasing it with her tongue, even using her teeth lightly as she twisted and thrashed beneath her.

Then she felt Mr. Adams' cock seem to grow even larger as he slammed it once more into her ass, then she actually felt it pulsating as he began to shoot his hot cum deep into her bowel. She groaned into Kathy Adams' pussy as she slurped the juices flowing from her pussy as Mr. Adams filled her ass with cum, then he slowly slid his rapidly diminishing cock from her ass.

"Oh, god," Kelly groaned, collapsing on the ground in relief and exhaustion when Bob Adams' cock finally withdrew totally from her ass. "That was unbelievable."

"Oh, Kelly, you were wonderful!" Kathy Adams exclaimed, scrambling to kiss Kelly. "I loved the way you ate my pussy for me."

"Oh, I liked it too," Kelly said. "It tasted so sweet."

"Here, let me taste that sweet pussy of yours," Kathy said, moving so that she was kneeling between Kelly's legs. Pushing Kelly's legs up until they were almost touching the ground by her ears, Kathy Adams had a totally unobstructed view of Kelly swollen pussy and ass, which cum was starting to dribble from. With a smile she lowered her face, letting her tongue lead the way into and between Kelly's pussy lips. Kelly moaned as Kathy Adams licked and sucked on her pussy, and almost came up off the floor when she felt her tongue at her asshole, then pushing in as she ate the cum that was dribbling from her stretched rosebud.

"John," Kathy said, raising her face from between Kelly's legs for a second, "do you think you could put that nice cock of yours in my ass for me while I'm eating your sister's ass and pussy for her? I think Bob's not quite ready and I really need a cock in my ass."

John stared at Bob Adams in disbelief when he heard this. Bob just laughed, tossing the tube of K-Y to him.

"Here, you better use a bit of this," he suggested. "And give it to her good too."

Numb with disbelief, John lubed his cock up with the K-Y as Kathy Adams continued to suck his sister's pussy.

"Here, put some on her asshole too," Bob Adams said, taking the tube from John and squirting it directly onto his wife's asshole. "This way you'll slip right on in," he said, using his fingers to smear the K-Y around and even push a couple of fingers into her ass to provide some lubrication there. "Go for it, son," he said, holding his wife's ass cheeks wide apart, giving John a good target.

John couldn't believe his luck as he stepped forward and presented the head of his cock to Kathy Adams' asshole. He pressed to enter and felt a strong resistence at first, then the head of his cock was slipping in past her rosebud and he was quickly buried deep in her ass. He was amazed at how hot and tight her ass was as he just rested for a moment, his cock throbbing in her ass. Then he slowly started to fuck her, feeling the way her rosebud gripped his cock tightly. As he fucked her ass he could hear her tongue sluicing through Kelly's pussy as she ate her. With Bob Adams encouraging him John began to really fuck Kathy Adams' ass, slamming his cock in and out as hard as he could. He knew he wouldn't be able to last very long as he felt her tight ass gripping his cock. Then suddenly his balls were exploding and his cum was shooting deep into her ass, filling her yet again with his hot load.

"Oh, god, I love the feeling of a good cock cumming in my ass," Kathy Adams panted, lifting her face from Kelly's pussy and asshole, pressing back against John as his balls emptied into her willing ass.

"She's got a real nice ass, doesn't she?" Bob Adams asked John as his cock slid from his wife's ass. "She's still real tight, though not quite as tight as Kelly," he laughed. "Maybe next time we'll both fuck her at once, one in the ass and one in her pussy. That's her absolute favorite. Maybe you'd like that too, Kelly."

"Gosh, I don't know if all that would fit in me," Kelly said, leaning on her elbows, her legs spread and her pussy wide open.

"You'll be surprised at what we'll fit in you," Bob said cryptically.

"And I think you two better be getting home before your parents start to worry," Kathy Adams observed, a smile on her face as she got to her feet.

"Oh, gosh, I forgot all about the time," Kelly said, scrambling to her feet. "What time is it?"

"We've got enough time if we get going now," John informed her, turning to look for his clothes.

"Thank god," Kelly said, grabbing her clothes and pulling them on. "They'd ground me for a month if I was late on a school night."

"I do hope you both will come back next week too," Kathy Adams said, smiling at the surprised looks on their faces. "In fact, we should make it a weekly thing. I know Bob loved fucking you, Kelly, especially since he feels like he's getting some revenge on your father, and I think John has a marvelous cock that I'd like some more of. In fact, here's a little something for you, John," she said, reaching into a drawer and handing him five $100 bills. "I gather you two are doing this as a type of business," she went on, ignoring their shocked faces, "so you have to charge everyone for everything, especially that wonderful cock of yours, John."

"But, but..." John sputtered.

"Look, all of your parents' friends have more money than they can ever spend, like your parents. What you two are offering is very special and the money is unimportant to us compared to the fun we'll have with you, okay?" Kathy Adams explained.

"Well, if you put it like that, sure, I understand," John said, realizing the validity of her statement. "I just never thought...."

"No, I'm sure you didn't," Kathy Adams laughed.

"But what about Sara?" Kelly asked. "I mean, I noticed that she wasn't here tonight. But what about other nights?"

"Oh, this is Sara's night to go out with her club," Bob told her. "It won't be a problem. But of course you shouldn't tell her anything about this."

"Gosh, we'd never tell any of our friends from school," Kelly said, shocked. "What would they think?"

"I think they wouldn't believe you," Bob Adams laughed.

"We better go," Kelly said worriedly, looking at the clock.

"We'll see you next week," Kathy Adams said, her hand reaching out to hold her husband's cock.

"Bye," they both said at once, leaving.

"I can't sit on my seat," Kelly complained as they pedaled off on their bicycles.

"Did you like it when he fucked you in the ass?" John asked.

"Not at first," Kelly admitted, "but then it started feeling really good. Especially when he came. That felt so cool feeling him spurt inside of me like that. I liked it. Did you like fucking Mrs. Adams in the ass?"

"It felt unbelievable," John admitted. "Her pussy was pretty fine too. I like the way she shaves it smooth, you can really see what's going on."

"Yeah, and it was so nice sucking her pussy," Kelly said. "I couldn't believe I did it, but then I really liked it a lot. She tastes different than me, but she was so full of your cum and that's a taste that I really like."

"It was great watching you two suck each other's pussies," John said, remembering how hard he had gotten.

"You'll see it again next week, won't you?" Kelly said with a laugh as they pulled into their garage, entering the kitchen not 5 minutes too soon to make their curfew.

"So, did you two have fun at Bob and Kathy's?" their mother asked them.

"They're really nice," Kelly answered.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Oh, just talked and played some games," Kelly responded, momentarily shocked by the question.

"Was Sara there?" 

"No, not tonight," Kelly replied. "But I'm sure we'll see her next week."

"Next week?"

"Yeah, they invited us again. John and I killed them in cards so they invited us to play again, and if we want we can do it every week."

"Well, that was certainly nice of them," Karin remarked, looking at her two children more closely.

"Well, I'm tired so I'm going to bed," Kelly announced, yawning.

"I guess me too," John said. "Night, mom."

"Good-night, John, Kelly," Karin said.

"Night, mom," Kelly said, kissing her on the cheek before going down the hallway to her room. 
CHAPTER SEVEN

John awoke the next morning to the sensation of Kelly sucking his cock to life as she lowered her pussy onto his face. I love waking up like this, John thought as his tongue slithered into his sister's pussy, drinking up her already flowing juices. After Kelly had cum once from John's tongue, she turned around and straddled him, easily sliding down on his cock as her pussy enveloped him.

"I love your cock, John," she said, slowly fucking him.

"And I love the way you love my cock," John said, thrusting up to meet her. "How do you feel this morning?"




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"Oh, my ass?" Kelly asked, sliding her pussy back and forth on his cock. "It doesn't hurt or anything, if that's what you mean. Why, do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

"I'll fuck you anywhere you want me to," John replied.

"Well, I want you in my pussy right now," she said, "but later I want you to fuck my ass for me."

"God, Kelly, you're something else," John said, feeling his balls begin to churn. "I think I'm about ready to cum. Where do you want it?"

"Oh, I'd love to feel you cum in my pussy again," she said, "but I'd rather eat it now, my favorite breakfast."

"You'd better hurry," he said as she scrambled off of him and turned to suck his gooey cock into her mouth, again lowering her pussy onto his waiting tongue. As his tongue slid up into her hole, John felt his balls explode as Kelly sucked on his cock. He lapped at her pussy as she sucked the cum from his cock, swallowing all of it and sucking him clean before lifting her head from his lap.

"God, I love the taste of your cum," she said, climbing off of his face and turning to kiss him, tasting herself on his mouth and knowing that he could taste his own cum on hers. "But I'd better get out of here before mom and dad wake up," she said, getting to her feet. "Thanks for the nice fuck."

"Yeah, you too," John said grinning as he watched her naked ass swinging as she left his room. "What a great sister!" he muttered as he got up.

They finished breakfast and said good-bye to their mother and began their ride to school. They were discussing the fact that they now had $2500 from a couple hours of fucking and how easy it was going to be to make much, much more when John suddenly slammed on the brakes of his bicycle.

"Shit, I forgot my homework," he said. "I forgot it once last week and she told me she'd count it as not done if I forgot it again. I've got to go back and get it."

"Well, you better hurry," Kelly said. "I'll see you later."

John stood up on his pedals and began pumping as fast as he could for home. It figures that they were almost at the school when he had remembered. As he turned onto his street he saw a blue BMW that looked like Tom Henderson's turn into their driveway. As John approached the house he saw that it was indeed Tom Henderson's BMW. Curious as to why he would be here at this time of the morning, John quietly dismounted his bicycle and walked it up to the garage, for some reason not going into the garage as was his usual custom.

Careful to be quiet for some reason, John approached the door to the kitchen in the garage and noticed that it wasn't closed completely, that there was a gap of perhaps an inch or so and that he could see into the kitchen and dining room table. What he saw shocked him to the core of his being. His mother was laying on her back on the dining room table, her hands holding her knees up and apart while Tom Henderson sat in a chair with his face between her legs. John couldn't see his mother's pussy, but he knew without a doubt, especially because of the sounds his mother was making, that Tom Henderson was eating his mother's pussy.

Then Tom lifted his face and stood up and John was looking right into his mother's pussy, spread wide open and red and puffy like Kelly's got when he had been fucking and eating her. He saw that his mother also had a big clit like Kelly's and now knew where Kelly got hers. He saw her hand drop between her legs and two fingers slashed into her pussy, disappearing up inside of her while she begged Tom to please fuck her.

Tom moved around the side of the table and held his hard cock out to his mother, who immediately opened her mouth and engulfed it, sucking on him while he began to fuck her face. John stared in amazement as his mother took Tom's entire cock into her mouth each time he pushed forward, sucking him right down into her throat. He had a hard time tearing his eyes from his mother's pussy with her two fingers sliding in and out, her huge clit sticking out begging to be sucked. He realized that he had a rod of steel in his pants as his cock got rock hard watching his mother. Suddenly he noticed what was so different about his mother's pussy as compared to Kelly's. His mother's pussy was absolutely bare of hair. She had shaved it clean like Kathy Adams did.

He heard Tom groan and returned his attention to the blowjob his mother was giving him. He saw her holding his cock in her hand, the crown of it just inside her mouth with her tongue running all around it as gobs of cum shot into her mouth. Twice she had to close her lips on his shaft to gulp and swallow the cum that filled her mouth, but then she would go back to just running her tongue around it, her mouth open as Tom emptied his balls into it. When he finally finished cumming, John saw her close her mouth on his cock again, sucking like crazy, not allowing him to lose any of his hardness. She finally released his cock from her mouth, cum all over her chin.

"Now, Tom, fuck me hard, fuck me," she told him, removing her two fingers from her pussy and using them to push the cum from her chin into her mouth where she sucked on them.

John could see her pussy gaping open, her clit hard and sticking out before Tom stepped between her legs and blocked his view. When he saw his hips thrust forward and heard his mother gasp, John knew that Tom had filled her pussy with his cock, and by the motions of his hips he knew that he was now fucking his mother on the dining room table. He could hear the squishing of Tom's cock sluicing in and out of his mother's pussy.

"Take your shirt off so I can see your tits," Tom panted as he continued to fuck her.

John's view was blocked but he could see his mother's arms moving and then he saw her drop her shirt to the floor next to the table and he knew that she was now laying totally naked as Tom fucked her.

"Oh, yes, fuck me, Tom, fuck me," she cried as Tom slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. "Do you like fucking my pussy, Tom?" she gasped. "Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, you've got a great pussy," he replied, slamming his hips in and out.

"Are you going to cum in me?" she asked, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

"I'm going to cum all over you," Tom panted, slowing down. "Would you like that?" he asked, slowly withdrawing his cock from her pussy.

"Oh, put it back in, put it back in," she cried, lifting her hips to try to find his cock.

"Sure, I'll put it back in," he said, rubbing his cock on her swollen clit, causing her to jump.

"Oh, fuck me, Tom, fuck me," she begged.

"At your command," Tom said, thrusting his hips forward.

"Oh, oh, oh, my ass," Karin cried out. "Oh, it's so big."

John realized that Tom had pushed his cock into his mother's ass and that he was now fucking her. Her remembered watching Kelly get her ass fucked and also himself fucking Mrs. Adams' ass and he just had to see for himself. Without thinking John pushed the door open and burst into the room, quickly moving over next to Tom and staring down at his cock sliding in and out of his mother's ass while her pussy gaped open above it, her clit big and swollen and sticking out.

"Oh, god, John, John, what are you doing here?" Karin gasped when she saw her son.

"I forgot my homework," John replied, his eyes never leaving his mother's pussy and ass where Tom's cock had not slowed down.

"Stop, stop," Karin gasped, trying to sit up in spite of Tom's cock sawing in and out of her ass. "My son."

"I'm not done yet," Tom said, pushing her back down onto the table as he continued to saw his cock in and out of her ass. "Your mother is one of the world's great fucks," he panted, smiling at John. "She's beautiful and all three of her holes loves cock. And she can cum like nobody else if you know how to stimulate her the right way, like this," he said, grasping her clit between his fingers and squeezing and pulling on it.

And indeed John watched as his mother writhed on the table as an orgasm swept through her body. He could see her pussy juices flowing from her gaping hole down to coat Tom's cock as it slid in and out of her ass.

"Oh, god, no," Karin cried as her orgasm controlled her body, Tom's cock relentlessly sawing in and out of her ass.

"Here, John, you do this for me," Tom panted, releasing Karin's clit.

"Oh, god, no, please," Karin cried as she watched her son reach between her legs and grasp her clit between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it and sending her over the edge again in an uncontrollable orgasm while Tom's cock continued to pump her ass.

John loved the feeling of rubbing his mother's big thick clit back and forth between his fingers. It was soft and hard at the same time and deliciously slippery. He saw her hole drooling juices and without thinking slid his other three fingers into his mother's pussy. He was surprised to feel her pussy grasp his fingers and literally suck them in. He could feel Tom's cock sliding back and forth through the membrane separating her pussy from her ass and his mother was writhing on the table as she came over and over again. He began to plunge his fingers in and out of his mother's pussy, finger fucking her while he continued to manipulate her clit.

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum," Tom groaned, and John indeed felt Tom's cock seem to get larger through the membrane. John felt Tom's cock actually spurt as he began to shoot cum into his mother's ass, then Tom pulled his cock from her ass and began to shoot his cum all over her pussy, covering John's fingers as well. John continued to finger fuck his mother, rubbing Tom's cum all over her pussy as her orgasm too began to subside.

"Put your fingers in her mouth," Tom instructed John, a big smile on his face.

Reluctantly John removed his hand from his mother's pussy, cum covering his fingers along with her copious juices. He moved to a position at the table where he was standing right next to her shoulder, seeing her head back, her mouth open as she gasped for breath, her breasts heaving with big hard nipples sticking prominently upright begging for attention. Tentatively John reached out with his gooey cum-covered hand and held it just above his mother's open panting mouth. As he did so a gob of cum slid from his finger into his mother's mouth. He watched as she closed her mouth, swallowing it, then opened it again as she continued to gasp for air. John lowered his fingers into his mother's mouth, feeling her soft tongue meet them, then her lips closing on his hand as she sucked and licked Tom's cum and her own juices from his fingers. With his other hand John reached out and covered one of her breasts, his fingers finding and squeezing her hard nipple as she sucked his hand clean.

"Maybe you'd better get that homework you forgot and get to school," Tom said to him, shaking him out of his trance as he jerked his hand from his mother's mouth.

John ran to his room, grabbed his homework and ran back to the kitchen to get to the garage and his bicycle. As he ran through the kitchen he saw that Tom had moved around and was again feeding his cock to his mother's sucking mouth. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed, and done himself. No wonder Kelly was the way she was, he mused, she was just like their mother.

He got to school in time to turn in his homework before the bell rang dismissing the class. He went looking for Kelly and finally found her in the cafeteria where she was sitting and talking with Becky Henderson. He couldn't believe the coincidence. When Kelly saw the look on his face she knew that something had happened.

"John, what's the matter?" she asked, staring at him.

"I'll tell you later," he said, not wanting to upset Becky or give away their secret.

"It's okay, tell me now," Kelly insisted, not having any idea of what he wanted to tell her.

"Oh, I think it should wait," John advised, glancing at Becky.

"Becky won't tell anybody, will you, Becky?" Kelly replied, turning to her friend.

"I promise," Becky agreed, crossing her heart.

"I don't think you want to hear this, Becky," John told her, noticing how nice she looked sitting next to Kelly.

"Well, if you can tell Kelly, surely you can tell me too," she replied.

"Well, it's about your father," John said in warning, both to her and especially Kelly.

He saw Kelly start when he said that and saw that she realized that maybe he shouldn't say anything, but by now it was too late, Becky was insisting.

"If it's about my father, I definitely want to hear it," she insisted.

"You won't like it," John told her flatly.

"Well, that's a chance I'll take then," she decided, frantic now with her need to know what John thought was so serious.

"Well, I warned you," John told both of them, staring at Kelly and slightly shaking his head from side to side.

"Maybe he shouldn't tell us," Kelly said, suddenly not sure that she wanted Becky to hear what John had to tell her.

"No, if it's about my father I have a right to know what it is," Becky insisted, starting to become mad..

"Fine," John agreed. "But I warned you, remember. When I went back to get my homework I saw your father's car at our house."

"So what? He works with your father. Is that so unusual?" Becky asked.

"Well, my father wasn't home," John replied. "But my mother was."

"Well, he probably dropped something off," Becky suggested.

"Yes, he definitely dropped something off," John agreed, a smile on his face as he remembered. "But it wasn't for my father, it was for my mother."

"So what? What did he drop off?"

So John told them what he had seen, conveniently leaving out his active part in the fun.

"That's a lie!" Becky shouted, jumping to her feet. "My father would never do something like that."

"You think I make up stories about my mother like that?" John asked her, angry that she challenged his word. "I bet he comes by every morning before he goes to work."

"You're a liar!" Becky shouted at him, tears forming in her eyes. "My father loves my mother."

"I don't think this has anything to do with love," John said. "It was just sex."

As Becky started to cry, Kelly pulled her down to sit next to her, her arm around her shoulder.

"Look, maybe you're right and John didn't exactly see what he thinks he saw," Kelly suggested. "There's a real easy way to find out."

"How?" Becky asked, wiping her eyes.

"Why don't you spend the night at our house and in the morning we'll spy on my mother and see if anything happens. We'll be a little late to school, but that shouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, my parents will never let me do that on a school night," Becky said, shaking her head.

"Sure they will," Kelly assured her. "Just tell them you and I have to work on a project that's due tomorrow and they'll let you. Why shouldn't they? They can't suspect anything wrong is going to happen. You can call them from our house after school."

"But what about my clothes and stuff?" Becky asked.

"We're about the same size," Kelly observed. "You can borrow some of mine, okay?"

"Well, if they say it's okay," Becky agreed.

"Okay, I'll see you two later," John said, hurrying off to his next class.


CHAPTER EIGHT

As John and Kelly and Becky rode their bicycles home from school that afternoon John was very reluctant to go directly home, not wanting to have the confrontation with his mother that he knew was due.

"I think I'll go down to the river for a while," he said as they neared their neighborhood. "I'll see you at dinner."

Kelly and Becky continued to the house where Kelly got permission from Karin for Becky to spend the night and Becky called and got permission from her mother.

"Where's John?" Karin asked Kelly.

"Oh, he said he was going to go down to the river," she replied. "He'll be here for dinner."

"Well, you make sure to go and get him so that he's here in time," Karin told her. "He should have asked me first."

"Okay, mom," Kelly agreed, dragging Becky with her down to her bedroom where they shut the door.

"I can't believe that your mom and my dad did what John said," Becky said when they were safe in Kelly's room. "Your mom doesn't seem like that kind of a person."

"What kind of a person?" Kelly asked curiously.

"You know, like a slut or something," Becky replied.

"Well, I don't think that just because two people fuck each other that that makes anyone a slut," Kelly observed.

"But they're both married to different people," Becky protested.

"That's just sex outside of their marriage then, not being a slut."

"But what if they really did those things that John told us?"

"It sounded like it was fun to me," Kelly laughed, seeing the surprised look on Becky's face. "Haven't you had sex with anyone yet?"

"Well, no, of course not," Becky said indignantly. "Have you?"

"Yes," Kelly replied simply.

"You have! You're kidding! With who?"

"I can't tell you that," Kelly said with a laugh.

"Did you like it?" Becky asked, curious now.

"Oh, I love it," Kelly replied enthusiastically. "It's the best thing there is."

"Wow! Weren't you embarrassed to be naked like that?"

"A little bit at first," Kelly conceded, "but then it was no big deal."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Just a little the first time, that's all."

"The first time! You've done it more than once?"

"Well, of course, silly. What do you think these bodies are for?"

"I don't think I could do it," Becky said wistfully.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm just too small."

"Too small! We're almost the same size."

"No, not that way, down there," Becky said, her hand waving in front of her shorts.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, even when I use a tampon it's real tight. I think a guy's thing would rip me apart."

"That's nonsense," Kelly said. "Tampons are always tight because you're not wet and excited down there. If you're wet and excited it's a lot easier. I even make myself wet to put a tampon in just because it's easier."

"You do! How?"

"I just play with myself a little bit, rub my clit, then it just slides right in, like a cock."

"Kelly! You're awful," Becky said, falling on the bed laughing. "I can't believe how you can say those things."

"Look, we've got an hour or so until dinner, why don't we go down to the river and find John. We can go swimming while we're there too."

"I don't have a bathing suit," Becky replied.

"Well, down at the river we don't wear them," Kelly told her. "Nobody ever comes there so it's cool."

"What about John?"

"He's my brother, what could be safer?"

"He's not my brother. I'd die if he saw me naked."

"No you wouldn't," Kelly told her laughing. "You'd like it because he'd probably think you were really cute."

"Not me," Becky protested. "I know he doesn't think I'm cute."

"How do you know? How many times have you actually spoken to John about anything?"

"Well, I haven't ever really."

"Then how can you say that? He's my brother and I know he'd think you were cute. Come on, let's go to the river," Kelly said, opening a drawer and pulling out two large t-shirts, handing one to Becky. "Here, put this on so you don't get your clothes messed up," she said, pulling her blouse off and then her shorts. "It's a lot easier," she said, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the ground as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. "See, this is much better."

Becky just stood there with her mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe that Kelly had just undressed like that in front of her. She felt herself start to blush as she had stared at Kelly's breasts with her nipples hard on the ends before she had pulled the t-shirt down over herself where it hung to about mid-thigh.

"Come on, 'fraidy cat," Kelly teased, "we're running out of time."

Fighting the urge to blush uncontrollably, Becky quickly shucked her clothes off until she was standing in just her bra and panties. Kelly was sitting at her dressing table pretending not to be interested while keeping the corner of her eye on Becky in the mirror. She smiled to herself as she saw that Becky was debating with herself on whether to remove her bra or not, and when she saw her reach behind herself to unhook it, she turned around just as she was dropping it to the floor.