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Pleasing

By: Selena_Kitt



I never gave much thought to Miya until she was on her knees. Is that awful? I guess it is. But she was a very unobtrusive sort of woman, expedient, efficient, compliant in every way. She made the perfect legal secretary and I was certainly beyond grateful for her services. She'd managed to pull off miracles the night before client meetings I thought saints couldn't perform, and would stay late to do them, too. But she did it all with a sort of easy grace that left you feeling as if she were invisible, and I guess in some ways she was.

Until I found myself standing in front of her, pulling another huge law tome out of my stacks, and looked down to see her kneeling on the floor beside me. Miya was incredibly petite, probably no more than five feet tall if she was an inch—even in heels, and she wore those every day—her long, dark hair sleek and pulled back from her rounded face. I knew some guys had a "thing" for Asian girls, but I never really had a type. I was an equal opportunity lover that way—if a woman interested me, it was about the woman, not her type.

Still, in that moment, something shifted in my perception of my secretary. On her knees, her skirt riding up from her foray on the floor, her blouse open to a generous V, at least from my angle, she was stunning, and when she lifted her eyes to mine—Christ! I think my cock grew three sizes at least. I'd never looked at her that way before. I know men say that, and most of them are lying, but for me, it was really true. 

"I think I need to sit down." I did. My knees felt like jelly, but besides that, my cock was straining to be released, and I couldn't hide it very well in trousers. 

"Are you okay?" She spoke with a slight Asian accent—I had no idea which one. She was American as far as I knew. I had not inquired about her heritage beyond that. 

"I guess." I settled into my big chair—Miya called it that. I'd heard her joking with my colleagues on the phone when I was too busy to take calls, "No, Mr. Rick is sitting in the big chair, he can't be bothered right now." 

My cock ached. And it didn't help that she came forward and pressed a small hand against my forehead, easing it around to the back of my neck. Her breasts were eye-level, the silk of her blouse touching my cheek when she leaned over to reach a water bottle on my desk.

"Drink." She insisted, and I did, grateful for something to do, and my mouth, I discovered, had become suddenly, incredibly dry. "Maybe you're coming down with something?"

"Just dehydrated," I said in between swallows. 

"Are you sure?" That hand again, rubbing the back of my neck. I groaned, an involuntary thing, rolling my head to the side. She smiled, her eyes softening, as she slipped behind my chair. "Ahh, that's it then."

Her hands moved over my shoulders, beginning what would be the best massage of my life. Her movements were sure, confident, finding all the right points to make me gasp and moan out loud. This seemed to please her. 

"If I'd known you could do this, I would have paid you more," I joked.

"Let's call it a bonus," she murmured, working her thumbs under my shoulder blades, her breath warm against my ear. My cock was still raging—there was nothing I could do about it. 

"God, that's good." I groaned as she squeezed my shoulders, the strength in her hands amazing compared to their size. 

"I love giving you pleasure." It was a spontaneous statement, something I don't think she expected to say, just a low murmur, but it got my attention. I looked back at her and saw color flooding, high on her cheeks. "I mean, pleasing you. Doing the research, finding the books you need, making sure everything is..."

"You do please me," I insisted, our eyes locked. The heat in my groin increased from smolder to fire. "In fact, I don't think I've ever been disappointed in the five years you've been here."

I was trying to keep it professional. I really was. She didn't make it easy.

In fact, I'd swear she was trying to make it hard—in more ways than one. She came around the chair to stand in front of me, running her hand through my hair in a very un-secretary-like way. "Would you like me to please you now?"

I stared, stunned. I couldn't believe the risk she was taking. She could lose her job. Of course, she knew that. But her eyes said she knew different. She'd seen the shift in me, too, I think. Sensed or knew it somehow. I don't know how women know that stuff. 

I hadn't had the time to answer when she sank to her knees, and I was lost. Miya on her knees had been what set me off in the first place, and now seeing her eyes turned up to me from between my thighs was more than enough to push me over any edge of uncertainty I'd been teetering on. 

"I'd love it if you would," I told her, my voice not my own, lower and pained. She smiled, her expert hands moving over my thighs, working on my zipper. My cock practically sprang out of my pants, and her eyes lit up, delighted. There was no question in my mind then, that this was something we both wanted. 

If I'd thought it couldn't get any better than my secretary kneeling before me, well, then I hadn't had my cock in her hot little mouth yet. It got exponentially better. I groaned, pushing my hips forward as she sucked me, my hand moving to the back of her head, where her hair was gathered and tucked into some sort of bun. 

"Can I?" I was already pulling out the fastenings, and she shook it all down in one motion, her hair like a cloud of soft satin framing her face. She looked totally different, Miya but not Miya, and that was good. I sighed as the silky strands brushed over my thighs with her movements. 

But my cock wasn't going to take much more of her attention without putting an end to things, and I didn't want that yet. 

"Come here," I said, pulling her to me. "It's about time I pleased you for once."

"You please me all the time," she murmured, but she let me move her onto my desk—she weighed practically nothing, it was like lifting a child—and I was delighted to find a wet spot on the dark material of her panties when I pushed up her skirt, and the fact that she wore stockings, thigh highs with lace at the top, was just a lovely bonus.

She helped me with her panties, hooking her thumbs in and pulling them down. They went off over the heels—she didn't remove those, and I found that incredibly hot as I leaned in to explore the wetness between my secretary's legs. Her pussy was as tiny as she was, but her lips were plump, the hair there dark and curly. 

Her clit was a tender surprise, like a large jewel in a tiny box, and I sucked it into my mouth, eager to taste her. Miya sighed deeply when I did, her hand in my hair, her hips moving forward to give me more room. I thought about doing one of those movie-scene motions and sweeping everything off my desk, but there were client files and other important papers...it would have created more work than it was worth. 

So instead, I pressed her down onto the desk in the space between, so she was lying across my blotter on all the notes I jotted down on my calendar and, sitting in my chair, I spread her thighs wide and licked her. She was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted, before or since, and the soft moans she made, the way her thighs quivered just before she came, made my cock weep with pleasure.

When I came up for air, kissing my way across her belly, skipping the waistband of her skirt—she'd undone her blouse, and bra, and they were open, her hands cupping the gentle swell of her tiny breasts. Her nipples were a delight, dark in the center, the areolas puffy and protruding, just begging to be sucked. She gasped when I licked at them, and she wiggled between my thighs. 

My cock, no longer straining, free of its prison, was now trapped between our bodies as we rocked together on the desk. I kissed her deeply, and she breathed me in, her body melting against mine, her tiny hips rolling, grinding. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she reached down between us, grabbing my cock and aiming me. 

"Please," she said. 

That was all, but it was more than enough. I slid in deep, the sensation the most decadent I'd ever known. She was wet from my tongue, but still tight, gripping my cock with a muscle strength that surprised me. Miya put her ankles up on my shoulders, and that made things even tighter. My cock jumped in happy surprise as I began to fuck her.

"Oh god that's good," I groaned, grabbing her hips, leaning over her jackknifed body to watch as her breasts moved with each thrust, her nipples hardening, her eyes half closing in pleasure. 

I knew I couldn't hold out long. She was too good, too tight, too much velvet heat and silk wrapped around me. Her hands grasped mine, squeezing, her nails digging into my wrists. Her hair spread out around her like a black river over my desk, and she bit her lip, her expression pained, as she was about to come. 

"Oh Miya, I can't hold back," I gasped as her pussy squeezed my cock, again and again. 

"Yes!" she cried, her hips moving, urging me on. "Fill me. Oh, please, yes, fill me with your cum!"

She didn't have to ask me twice. With a final groan and a hard thrust, I shoved into her, pushing the desk forward a good foot in the bargain, and gave her everything I had. My cock exploded in hot, white bursts, over and over, and I thought I would die when I looked down to see my cum seeping out of her pink flesh in rivulets, as if she was too small to contain it. 

I saw the uncertainty on her face, then, as we moved from passion toward composure, and I sought to reassure her. Pulling her against me—she was so slight, I could easily gather her into my arms, and I did, sitting her in my lap as I settled in the "big chair." 

"Did I—?"

"You pleased me." I anticipated her question, covering her damp throat with kisses. "Beyond pleased. Believe me."

She seemed satisfied and settled herself in my lap with a happy sigh, one that absolutely thrilled me. I glanced over at the spot we'd been standing, the book still pulled out on the shelf, the desk where our work was piled up, the things we'd shoved aside so we could have a space between to come together. I took it all in, smiling, and I knew, work to do or not, we were going to be in for a long night

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-Selena

Pleasing



"Why can't you just do what people tell you to do? Just for once in your life?" her best friend, Linda, screamed at her before storming off. 

It certainly wasn't uncalled for. She'd always been one of those people for whom what they wanted and what people wanted of them, usually wasn't the same thing. It didn't matter what it was about this time. It was trivial, which made it so much harder to understand why it was so important to her, to get her will. And for Linda it obviously wasn't about this one thing, it just was the last straw, again. She wasn't too worried about it though. They've had similar arguments a lot lately. They would just make up tomorrow, as always.

She walked the last few steps to her house, went up to her room, threw her backpack into a corner and stayed there listening to music and browsing the internet until it was time for diner. Her parents, her younger brother, Kevin, and her always had dinner together. And, as had happened regularly lately, she had another fight with her parents. Kevin wasn't shy but he knew when it was better for him to shut up and so it was just her against them. When she finished eating and there was no end to the argument in sight, she just left to go back to her room. When she was almost out of hearing distance, one of them shouted "Why can't you just do as you're told?" after her.

She didn't stop until she was in her room. She had received the same basic question from two people that she cared about today and she didn't have a good answer for them. Obviously neither of them wanted her to be a robot who just takes orders but maybe she was being too confrontational lately. She wasn't even sure why she did it. It certainly didn't make her happy. And people who she cared for didn't seem too thrilled either. So was she just making everyone around her, and herself, miserable for some weird sense of pride? That's not the type of person she wanted to be.

Maybe she should just try to do what people wanted her to do. Just for a while, to see what it was like. She could always just go back to the old her again when it became unbearable or nothing about her situation actually changed. She actually kinda' liked this idea. She would just set her own interested back for a while and see how things worked out.

She kept thinking about this until she fell asleep listening to her favourite music.

When she woke up the next morning, the first thing she did was to reconsider the decision. She had learned a couple of years back that thoughts, that sounded smart in the evening, might be completely silly the next morning, but weirdly this one still somehow made sense. Well, it didn't really make that much sense but she didn't have anything to loose and this seemed plausible enough to be worth a try. With yesterday's resolution reaffirmed she decided to put her new attitude into practice immediately.

Even though she wasn't a long sleeper her parents had problems getting her out of bed every morning, but it was still early enough that, if she showered now, there would be no conflict between her and her brother as there usually was. So against her better nature she forced herself to stand up right now, before her resolve would dissolve again, and walked into the bathroom across the floor. Later, when her brother walked into the kitchen, where she already was eating breakfast, he seemed much more relaxed than after the usual shouting through the bathroom door one of them did every day. She was surprised, and glad, how fast her new behaviour was showing positive results.

Their mother was already at work at the office. Her father worked for a middle-sized software company that allowed him to work from home, so it was usually his responsibility to serve them breakfast. He placed a bowl of cereal in front of Kevin and went back to cleaning the dishes from the breakfast her parents usually had together before they had to get up for school. Yesterday's argument hadn't come up all morning. Fights from the evening before, usually weren't mentioned again by her parents, and this one was no exception.

When she was finished she brought her bowl to her father, at the sink, took her bag, said "Good Bye" and went off to school. Kevin and her went to the same school but they usually avoided going there together.

As soon as she passed through the school's entrance gate she saw Mark grinning mischievously. He was standing next to the main entrance of the school building, apparently just waiting for his friends. They weren't friends but there was was a certain mutual respect and appreciation between them. They both enjoyed their regular, let's call them, battles of wits. The moment he spotted her he greeted her with a "Good morning, Jennifer. How about a blowjob?" immediately exemplifying why they weren't friends. For every actually witty comeback, there was at least one of these.

She was already about to put all her disgust for that question into an annoyed look and just walk past him when she remembered her decision to do what people asked her to. Did it even apply here? Obviously the question was rhetorical and not meant to be taken seriously. She knew that as soon as she started making exceptions, she would find a loophole out of anything she didn't want to do, though. Also, Mark would surely like a blowjob, even though he was just joking, and wasn't the whole point of this to try to please people instead of getting her own way?

All these thoughts went through her head as she stopped in front of him and asked "Do you mean right now?" sounding way more sarcastic than she had been her intention.

"No, I meant later at my place" came his mocking response.

"OK. See you there." She said, again drenching the statement in sarcasm, and entered the building. She would have to make up her mind about this later.

She wouldn't meet Linda until second period. The first she spend being mostly quiet and paying attention instead of chatting with classmates and doodling on her notebook as usual, and she was surprised how the teacher seemed much less hostile.

When she entered into the classroom for second period, Linda was already at her place. She always forgot how awkward these mornings after a fight were. She sat next to here and, after a few tension-filled seconds of silence, she turned towards her and apologized. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

She knew what Linda meant. They were best friends. They actually were the only real friends either of them had. Linda knew how important not hiding who she is, was to her. All she had to say was "Don't worry about it." Explaining her new experiment to herself was hard enough as it was. She don't think she could have made it make sense to someone else.

Luckily there was no need to say more. They were both back to their usual selves and talked until the start of the class. This teacher seemed fairly pleased as well, even though her friend didn't seem to notice the change in her attitude. Linda always paid all of her attention to the teacher when in class. She was smart but shy and while she wasn't unattractive she had more of a wallflower-vibe.

The rest of the school day was largely uneventful. She was the perfect student and, in return, met with a much more tolerable environment. Two teachers gave her encouraging looks after their classes and one even seemed surprised, but even the apathy most of them displayed was a lot better than the annoyed faces she'd usually have in front of her.

After school ended they walked home together talking about nothing until they split up in the usual street corner. Linda entered a street to the right while she continued walking straight ahead. But instead of going home she turned around at the next corner. And walked back the way we came.

She had never been at Mark's place before. She knew the street that he lived in and his last name. So when she reached the street she started going from door to door until she saw the name on a nameplate. It took longer then she expected. At the one hour mark she was about to call it a day but the effort invested was to big to give up then. It took another thirty minutes. Just when she spotted his name a person came out of the door and she quickly entered the building.

As she made her way up the stairs looking for the name on every floor she got a very uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. She hadn't actually allowed herself to consider this. It felt like it had happened all by itself. She had never even kissed a boy, much less done anything sexual. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she made the decision to do what she was told, yesterday in bed.

None of these thoughts stopped her feet from walking, though. She found the door to his apartment on the third floor. She stood there for over a minute with her hand on the doorbell. Then, taking a deep breath, she pushed it. After a few seconds she heard footsteps and then she heard him trying to talk through the intercom. "I'm here" She said through the door. A second later he opened it. He looked very surprised to see her there.

"What are you doing here?" he asked warily.

She took another deep breath and responded "I'm here for the blowjob I promised you earlier" as genuine as she could. She was way too used to a sarcastic tone when talking to him.

Of course she was even more suspicious in his eyes now. After a noticeable time of consideration, which was unusual for him, he demanded "Take out your breasts."

She was about to ask him why, but then she stopped herself. She knew why. If this was some kind of trick on her part she would refuse to do it. And even if he just wanted to see her breasts, the whole reason she was here was because she was doing what people told her. So she unbuttoned her blouse and flipped her bra down. Then she collected herself for an instant before looking right into his eyes and she saw them darting up from her chest to her face. They seemed a lot wider than before.

"Come in" he said while stepping to the side. He still seemed kind of suspicious but, at this point, the potential benefit seemed to outweigh the risk in his eyes. 

She briefly considered closing her blouse again, but then she just walked a couple of steps into his flat and turned around to face him. She waited for him to take the initiative. He closed the door and looked at her. She briefly saw his eyes look down at her breasts, then he looked around the hallway. He seemed unsure what to do next. He probably never prepared for this kind of thing.

Finally she took the initiative. "Do you want to do it in the living room or your bed room? she assume your parents aren't home." 

"No. My mother is still at work. I live with her... Let's go to my room." he responded.

He walked past her and took the lead. She followed closely behind. They walked past a small kitchen, a sizable living room and a tiny bathroom then he guided her into what was obviously his room. It was a little smaller than hers and very plain. He sat down on his bed.

She took a deep breath, her breasts still hanging out which for some reason had suddenly started to feel obscene. She knelt before him and, not giving herself time to reconsider, to open his jeans. She could see that he was pretty hard already. She opened his belt then the button of his pants and finally the zipper. She reached into his boxer shorts and pulled out his penis. It was a little bigger than she had expected and moved in weird ways even though it seemed rock hard.

He briefly lifted his ass of the bed so he could slide his pants down to his ankles and sat back down again. His dick never left her hand. She slid a little closer on her knees, opened her mouth, closed her eyes and engulfed the head. It didn't taste great but she wasn't grossed out either which came a little bit as a surprise to her. The saltiness was actually kind of pleasant. She let her tongue probe a little around the foreign object inside her mouth. It was becoming painfully obvious to her that she had no idea what she was doing, and probably to him as well.

When she opened her eyes she saw that he had put his hands on the bed behind him to support himself and closed his eyes. She suspect that he didn't have a lot of experience either. She closed her eyes again and tried to get his dick deeper into her mouth. She had heard about not using your teeth so she was very careful not to let them come into contact with him.

She was surprised how quickly she reached the end of the space in her mouth. She started to slowly slide up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to play around with her tongue. Suddenly she felt his hand on her head. At first she thought he wanted her to stop but then she realized he was expressing his appreciation. He was patting her head like you would do with a dog or a child who had done a good job. It was oddly comforting.

Then she heard a grunt. "I'm going to cum" he pressed out between his teeth.

She had obviously heard that the desirable thing for women to do was to swallow. At the time she thought it was demeaning but now she was grateful that she knew what to do. She increased the speed of her movements. His dick was spasming wilder than ever. Then she felt his whole body stiffen up and a second later the first spurts hit the back of her mouth.

It was more, and tasted better, than she had expected but she still managed to swallow it all without much trouble. She continued to lick at his dick in her mouth, mostly to make sure it was clean, but it was quickly shrinking. She released it from her mouth and sat back on her heels. He was still breathing heavily.

After catching her breath she stood up and excused herself with "I'm going to the bathroom." When she was there she washed out her mouth in the sink. She thought she would feel bad about what she had done but she actually felt pretty good about herself at that moment.

When she came back to his room he was still sitting there in the same position. She was surprised how much smaller his penis looked in this state. Because she couldn't think of anything better to say, and she genuinely wanted to know, she asked him "Was it good? I haven't really done this before." He opened his eyes and looked at her, a big grin on his face. 

"It was pretty great." She didn't take it as a good judgment of her skills, but rather an expression of Mark's own inexperience.

Then, after a short awkward pause, she said "I should probably get going now" and started to close her blouse. She made sure to phrase it as a suggestion. If he had told her to stay she would have even though she'd probably be missing dinner at home. She hadn't been long at his place but finding it had taken it's time. He didn't tell her to stay. Instead he started to put his pants back on. While he was occupied with that she walked through the hallway to the door.

When she was already outside he appeared from his room and asked "Was this a one time thing?"

She smiled at him, not seductively, but sincerely and said "That depends on you." Then she closed the door.

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Pleasing a Customer



He was due to visit with her – he traveled for hours planning wicked ways to torment her mind and her body, it was going to be a great night. It always was when he saw her, she responded so well to him, the chemistry was electric.

She was coming over to his hotel at 4:00; he'll be showered and ready for her. It was 3:50 when he got a call from a customer. This was a very important customer, purchasing over 20 million dollars in the last year and apparently he was in the same town as he was and wanted to have dinner. He tried to explain that he had plans that evening and he'd meet with him early in the morning, but the customer didn't seem to care – as a matter of fact, became more insistent. 

"Andy, you obviously have a date," he laughed on the phone. "I want you to bring her. Our business should be done during dinner and I'll get to see your taste in women and we'll finish our business. Okay?"

Andy knew that Jon, the customer, had him. There was no choice – so there will be a change in plans. It will be interesting to see how Lynne takes this news. His wicked mind started working again contemplating changes in plans. 

"Of course, Jon." The knock at the door told Andy that Lynne was there. Jon was still talking and Andy knew better than to interrupt him. He opened the door with the phone to his ear and motioned to her that he couldn't get off. 

Lynne was dressed exactly as he requested, a simple black dress and black sandals. It was obvious she had no bra on and he knew her well enough to know that per his instructions, she had no panties on either. Her auburn hair was wild and curly, her makeup perfectly applied. Her eyes were shining – obviously not upset that he was on the phone. He put his hand over the line and kissed her softly on her glossy lips. Then he started to try to explain and she touched her finger to his lips to stop. 

She put her purse down on the desk and walked around, listening to some of the business. Then she turned around and looked at him. Lynne's had this fantasy for some time and although he always encouraged her on the phone in fantasy, she didn't know how he'd react to her initiating this here. She stared in to his eyes silently trying to show him her lust.

Andy stared back and smiled, knowing what she wanted. He stood up from the chair and mouthed to her, "Do it." That's it – just those two words – do it. 

She needed no further encouragement and kneeled down before him. She unbuckled his belt and his pants and inched them down. He wasn't wearing anything under his pants either. He told her that he needed to be able to take her anywhere tonight – any time he wanted. 

His cock in her face and her eyes peered in to his, she took him deep in her mouth swirling her tongue as he likes. He was not fully hard which she wanted. There was nothing like him growing in her mouth. Hearing him maintain his business conversation as her head bobbed up and down on his cock was sending her lust in to another gear. Sucking and slurping, she feels her own orgasm build inside her. She wasn't allowed to cum without his permission and knew that while he was on the phone that might not happen so she held it off. 

She took his cock out of her mouth and started sucking his clean-shaven balls. Warming them in her mouth, she stroked his now very hard cock from the head to the base, slippery from her mouth. He was growing and growing, pulsing and throbbing. I hear his voice shake a bit – but not so much to notice. She vaguely heard phrases like, ‘deeper profits,' ‘going the distance,' ‘working harder to get the job done.' 

Lynne smiled in to Andy's eyes loving how he was communicating with her as he worked. She sucked now deeply on his cock, wanting desperately to swallow him. Andy was the most generous lover she's ever had and she always has many orgasms before he allows himself even one. But today – today, she wanted his first. She wanted him to cum in her mouth – to go out tasting him. 

He noticed she obviously had been practicing deep throating her vibrator because she was taking him deeper and deeper, gagging still, but not as badly as she had before. She needed him, and her sucking was urgent, obsessive. She felt him get close. He sat down and leaned back in a chair as her head bobbed up and down over his throbbing cock. 

"Yes, Jon, we're almost there, almost to our goal," he said. Lynne looked up at him and winked as his other hand pulled her hair and pushed her deep on his cock – so deep. He started to cum, filling her mouth. Oh he tasted so good. She kept sucking and sucking, taking every drop watching his face contort and him moving the phone away from his mouth and letting out a delicious gasp. 

Lynne stood up, straightened her dress and zipped up Andy's pants. She smiled tremulously at him and loved the way his eyes danced, smiling at her, silently showing her his appreciation. 

"Yes, Jon, we'll see you at the restaurant." He said in to the phone. He then paused, listening to his customer. "Lynne, her name is Lynne. And no – she won't mind, she's quite adaptable to situations. See you then." And he hung up.

He put his phone down and took her hair in his hands, moving her head at an angle and took his kiss as he always does. 

"There has been an alteration in the plans, Lynne. He called a little while ago and insisted on dinner. He knew I had plans and told me to bring you. So we have to go in a few minutes in order to make it to the restaurant on time. I'll fill you in on him on the way."

She could tell this wasn't what he wanted. She'd deny him nothing and he knew it. She would do her best to make him proud to be with him. "Andy, this is a customer – they always win. We'll have fun alone afterwards! I have all night with you."

"All night – yesssss, you're Mine!" Then he pushed her against the wall and while he kissed her, he quickly inserted 2 fingers inside her causing a gasp from her mouth. She was wet from sucking him and his fingers were working their magic. 

"MMmmmmmmm," she moaned in to his mouth. He stopped kissing her and commanded her to "CUM, Lynne, CUM NOW!!!" And she did – always – she came hard, gushing on to his fingers.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Lynne," he told her. 

She did and he put his fingers in her mouth so she tasted the musky, sweet taste of her orgasm. 

"Who owns that pussy?"

"You do, Sir."

"Good girl, Lynne." He smiled, kissed her softly and led her out of the room to the car.

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They walked in to the elegant restaurant and Jon was already there. He was mid to late forties, wearing a gray suit that flattered his gray eyes and hair. His skin was smooth and tan from many trips on the golf course and he exuded wealth and charm. 

Andy shook his hand and introduced him to Lynne. When he watched his customer look at her – eyeing her in appreciation, Andy's wicked mind went in to overdrive. 

"Your girlfriend is lovely, Andy. I'm not surprised at all in your taste." 

"Thank you, Jon. I think so, too." Andy winked at Lynne.

They all sat down and Jon ordered appetizers and wine for all of them. The conversation flowed and Andy noticed Lynne impressed his customer talking intelligently about a variety of topics. He excused himself to go to the men's room and texted her on her phone: "Lean in to him, Lynne, closer. Show him more of your cleavage. Make him WANT you!"

Her phone beeped and she politely excused herself to look at it. He leaned back and took a sip of his wine as she read the message trying not to show any of the surprise she might be feeling. 

Andy returned to the table to find them deep in conversation and noticing that Lynne is more animated. She excused herself to the ladies room. When she returned, she sat closer to Jon and noticed Andy's wink. 

"I swear I shouldn't drink so much wine, it's all going to my head!" she flirtatiously exclaimed in her charming southern twang. 

Blaming the stronger flirting on the alcohol was bright, Andy thought to himself. Now, let's see how far he can take this. 

Lynne was flirting well, and Andy was discreetly wondering how far he can go with this. She touched Jon frequently – a brush of the shoulder or hand – always talking animatedly with her hands. Jon poured her more wine and she said, "You really shouldn't be doing that – I might start misbehaving!" 

"Now what would misbehaving entail, Lynne?" Jon asked. Lynne blushed and looked to Andy. 

Andy looked at Jon's eyes watching her knowing he could do what he wanted. 

"Jon, Lynne misbehaves anyway I want her to. Isn't that right, pet?" Andy asked her.

She looked to Andy and saw the stern ‘You'll-do-what-I-want' look and back to Jon and said, "Yes… I do what Andy tells me."

Jon smiled and said, "Anything?"

"Yes," Lynne said shyly blushing. "Anything he wants." She was rewarded with his hand on her thigh patting it.

"Jon, I've see that you've noticed Lynne's breasts and hard nipples. I told her she wasn't to be wearing a bra today. Would you want to touch them?"

Jon did not waste any time, but his touch had finesse as he reached over and caressed her left nipple poking through her dress. Lynne gasped. "Yes, her nipples have been talking to me all evening. Lynne, you have beautiful breasts."

"Uh.. thank you, Jon," she responded. Jon's fingers still tweaked and caressed and Lynne was feeling so much pleasure, but realized she was in a public restaurant. She looked back to Andy, not sure what to do – how to react. 

"Lynne… I think Jon would like to explore you further. Would you like that? Would you like both of us touching you and filling you and making you scream and moan in pleasure?" He knew his words lifted her lust that much higher. 

"Yes, Sir. I would. But… can we…uh… leave here?" she pleaded. 

"Not quite yet, pet. Where is that little pocket rocket you have." He grinned wickedly at her. 

Lynne opened her purse nervously fidgeting with it and retrieved her toy nestled in the pink satin of her lipstick case. She had it on her lap and looked at Andy. 

"Now, Lynne, Jon and I had this meeting to discuss a few business points that we have to complete. While we do that, I want you to use that pocket rocket on your thighs and your clit and get yourself to that edge and stop. Relax enough to start again and keep doing this until we're through with out business. You may not cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I understand," she responded. 

Jon shifted in his chair – obviously aroused and not letting on. And Andy started discussing the business. The buzz was very quiet and watching Lynne's arousal was wonderful. Andy knew he enraptured his customer at the same time tormenting Lynne. 

Lynne's face and eyes and quiet gasps told them of her need and ache – but they discussed business. It seemed like minutes turned to hours and she had to stop numerous times because she was about to cum. Their discussion of business seemed to last forever. She was aching with the need for release. 

"Please, Sir… please…." She pleaded.

"Yes, Lynne? Do you want something?" 

She sighed audibly and said "Yes, Sir… I need to cum, please let me. Please…" She was whispering so that the other patrons wouldn't hear her. 

"What do you think, Jon? Should we allow it?" He asked like it was any of the other business.

Jon looked at her, pinched her nipple and then rubbed it with his palm and said, "Oh, I think she's strong. She can wait a bit more." He didn't take his eyes off hers and said, "Andy, does she only listen to you or will she do what I say as well?"

"If I tell her to do what you want, Jon, that Lynne will do it. What did you have in mind?"

"Put your teaspoon inside that wet pussy of yours, Lynne and get it very wet – then lick it off." Jon commanded. 

Andy smiled and looked at her. She was desperate and would do anything. She took her spoon and brought it down to her pussy and inserted it. The cold metal felt amazing against the walls of her pussy and rubbed against her clit. She brought it back up and stared at it – then at the two sexy men and put it in her mouth to taste her arousal. She closed her eyes savoring her own taste with mixed with the metal of the spoon. 

"Put it back and swirl it around and bring it up and taste it." Jon instructed. After a few more times, her breathing was erratic, and she was so incredibly close to shattering. He took her spoon from her. Jon took his unused spoon and put it in his brandy for a spoonful and reached over and took her little toy from her hand and poured the teaspoonful of brandy on the toy. "Put it back inside now, Lynne – on HIGH."

She followed his direction and the sensation was powerful. She knew she wasn't going to be able to stop herself. She looked immediately at Andy and Jon turned her face towards his own and said, "Look at me as you cum. Do it!" 

She felt the waves wash over her in blissful abandon. "OOOOOooooohhhh Godddd," she moaned as quietly as she could. "Yesssssss, thank you!"

"Oh Andy, you have quite the little morsel here. I think we should go and finish this in private, what do you think?" 

Jon paid the bill and arranged with Andy to follow him to the hotel.

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At the hotel, she felt a bit uncomfortable – not knowing what to do or say. Andy told her on the way back that she did great at the restaurant and her fantasies of being filled were going to be realized. She was so aroused but still a bit uneasy. 

"Don't worry, Lynne, I'll make sure he won't hurt you – it's all about pleasure." He assured her.

"Close your eyes, Lynne." Andy went over to his black bag and took out a few things. He came over and blindfolded her. The knock at the door told them Jon was there. She was sitting on the bed blindfolded. 

She heard Jon's voice and knew her night would be amazing. Andy told him that he was going down the hall to get ice and he'll be right back. Jon came over to me and sat on the bed. She felt the weight of him nearby but he said nothing. 

Again his fingers traced her nipple. "I want to see these – and not through your dress. Stand up, Lynne." She did.

He lifted her dress over her head leaving her just in sandals and her pearls. She felt uneasy without Andy there. She then felt his mouth over her left nipple and she felt amazing, this man knew how to suck. He was not fumbling – he knew just where to touch. 

She heard the door open and felt better that Andy was back. 

"Do you like his lips on your nipples, Lynne? Are they warm? Are they tugging on you and biting you like you like them to be?"

"Jon, she loves her nipples hard and pulled. You should see her with clamps on." He laughed that wicked laugh.

"Oh I'd like that, do you have them, Andy?" Jon asked.

"Oh yes, of course." And he went to his back and pulled them out and handed one side to Jon. He took her left nipple in his mouth and then used the clamp on it. Jon followed suit and Lynne was getting weak in the knees.

"Feel how wet that makes her, Jon."

Jon took his finger and slid it along her slit and felt how drenched she was. "Mmmmmmmmmmm…" she moaned. "Please, put it back…. Pleaseeeee!!"

"Jon, Lynne fantasizes about being completely filled. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth. She cums just thinking of this and today we're going to fill her."

"I've watched her lips all night; I want them on my cock." Jon said. 

Marie heard him remove his clothing and then Andy say, "Kneel and suck him, Lynne, like the good slut you are." 

She kneeled down and felt around for his legs and found his cock and balls. She started to suck him as his hands roamed through her curly hair. She found him longer and thinner than Andy but just as sensitive. She heard that slight ‘ohhhh' that urged her on knowing he liked what she was doing. 

Andy said, "Suck it harder, Lynne, like I taught you. Lips tighter, hold his balls." He was pushing in her mouth. 

"On all fours, Lynne," Andy's voice commanded. She did as she was told and then heard one of his vibrators he used on her go on. She was instantly aroused knowing the pleasure of being filled will give to her. What a wonderful sound – bzzzzzzz. 

Andy teased her clit as Jon fucked her mouth and she was going to explode again. She moaned in to Jon's cock as Andy said, "CUM, Lynne, NOW!!!" As she came powerfully with the rabbit's ears teasing her clit and Jon's cock teasing the throat, she almost fell over. They moved and shifted her to the bed but still sucking him. He had amazing stamina and he was so hard – throbbing in her mouth. 

Andy put the rabbit in and out of her pussy getting it soaked from her juices. He then teased her asshole with it. "Where do you want me, my little slut? Your ass? Your pussy?" He laughed knowing that it wasn't her choice at all. He put the rabbit deep inside her pussy with the ears tickling her clit and as she exploded again, she screamed and took her mouth off of Jon's cock. 

Jon was moving to put it back and then she heard Andy coating his own cock with some lubrication. Lynne knew he'd be in her ass – taking her with the power only he possesses over her. Then he put his cock slowly at the bud of her ass and ever so slowly inched in a little at a time – then came back out. Jon was teasing her mouth with his cock not allowing her to get it in there. Andy was still playing with the rabbit and Lynne was in an endless stream of orgasms. 

"Pleaseeeeeeeee Sirrrrr, put it INSIDE ME!!" She yelled.

"Where do you want it, Lynne?"

"My ass!! My ASS!"

"Beg for my cock in your ass, slut! Beg so I know you really want it!!"

"Please Sir, I need it there, Please!!! I'll do anything. I want it there so bad. Take my ass, Sir, pleaseeeeeeeeeee!!!" She begged him.

Just then Jon took her face and put her mouth on his cock and Andy filled her ass – they rocked her in a rhythm that was sending her to the stars. Andy moved her hips down so that the bed kept the rabbit buzzing inside her pussy. 

Back and forth they rocked her. Her insides were on fire. She couldn't stop the orgasms – over and over they washed over her. As she came, her muscles tightened and she clamped Andy's cock with her ass and sucked Jon's cock with her mouth. Jon was starting to grown and he soon started spurting his cum down her throat as he held her head steady so she'd take it all. 

Andy kept moving her and talked to her – "What a little cum slut you are, Lynne…" Then she heard the familiar and wonderful growl of his orgasm. She still had Jon's cock in her mouth as she sent aftershocks throughout his system. And she felt Andy's cock thicken and harden to what felt like twice his size. He started to cum deep in her ass. "Yesssssss Lynne!" he moaned as she pushed back on to him. 

After they both softened, Andy removed the rabbit from her pussy and let her rest on the bed. She vaguely heard Jon tell Andy good bye and thanked him for sharing his little morsel. 

He came back to lie on the bed with her and kissed her lips and removed the blindfold. "Good girl, Lynne. I think you impressed Jon. But only I get your ass, Lynne – I OWN that ass."

"Yes you do, Sir… you own all of me." He let her rest before he started with the wax…



Pleasing A Prince



(Dear readers. If you are not entertained by a story that dwells on the size of a man's cock, then this story is not for you.)

Betsy Duncan started dating Chuck Gibson their senior year at Southern University of New Orleans. Her mother had sent her to the University to catch herself a bright husband, and Chuck was all of that. Chuck had a sparkling wit and personality. She also knew that he was a straight A student, who had his sights set on becoming a professor.

Betsy was a bridge master, having played with her mother since she was eight years old. She was so excited when she phoned her mother to tell her about her new guy.

"Mother, I'm dating just the greatest guy. You will adore him. He is witty, nice, smart, and... You will love this. He is an accredited master-of-bridge."

"Really! I can't wait to meet him. Why don't you bring him up for a visit this weekend?"

"I'll ask him. How is Dad coming along with the business?"

"So, so. I don't think that we will have near as much income as we did before, but your father seems to be really happy having his own business."

"Got to go Mom."

"Bye."

There were two Chuck Gibsons. One was the happy-go-lucky guy who fascinated students and teachers with his photography memory. The other Chuck Gibson was the grandson of Mike Gibson, riverboat gambler. That Chuck Gibson been taught everything that there was to know about gambling in general, and poker in particular. The tells, how to detect a cheat, and the odds of any hand combination. His brain was a finely tuned machine. He paid his entire tuition and costs of attending Southern by winnings from poker. That Chuck Gibson was all business, as you might well imagine.

The following weekend, after a nice dinner at Betsy's home, Jean, her mother said, "Betsy tells me that you are very good at bridge. Have you played in many tournaments?

"I had some luck and won the Florida, and the Denver tournaments last winter."

"Then you have met Phil Blackburn, the Grand Master?"

"Yes, I know him well."

"I'm impressed."

Chuck was impressed too, but not in a way that he could tell the Duncans. Jean Duncan was the most attractive older woman he had ever had the pleasure of being around. Not a woman who had seen much hard work. She wore feminine, soft, garments which while being modest, still left no doubt that she was a woman. Her hair was long, silky, light brown. Her perfume was faint, but there. Her eyes displayed that she was friendly, yet there was a mind in there that was measuring Chuck in a way that few could, or would. 

Chuck was suddenly alert. The gambler instincts took over as he looked for her "tells," to determine if she was friend or foe. Her eyes were normal. He couldn't say. What he could tell is that he was being measured. 

Betsy and Chuck were married in August. Jean Duncan gave Betsy enough money for them to have a four day honeymoon in Las Vegas. Chuck had some misgivings about accepting the gift. Sooner, rather then later, he would come to realize what a mistake that was. 

It was Chuck's first chance to play poker with the real sharks of the game, men who played poker for a living. His Grand Daddy had taught him well. He sat watching a low limit table for several hours before joining the game when a seat opened up. After playing for sixteen hours straight, he left the table. Back at his room, he counted out his winnings, which came to four thousand, one hundred, and thirty-six dollars. His seed money was five hundred dollars. 

He took a teaching position at a local high school, while he finished his masters. Once a month he flew to Las Vegas, for two days of poker. Consistently, he returned with five thousand, tax free dollars in his bag. Life was good.

Of course, Betsy told her mother of his winnings, as was to be expected. Jean played the poker slots at the local casino. She knew the game, or so she thought. Just before the Thanksgiving, two week break, Betsy approached Chuck. "Chuck, honey, my mother and I were talking. She suggested that she and I join you for your next Vegas trip."

"Gee, I don't know, Betsy. Those trips are all work for me. I don't eat fancy meals. I don't drink any liquor. I don't sightsee. Besides, with your mother along, we would need two rooms."

"We talked about that. She said that it would be okay for her to sleep in the second bed. Remember, it was she that paid for your wedding trip."

Chuck knew that he had been trumped. Off they went on a seven day trip to Vegas. By the third day there, he was ahead by sixteen thousand bucks.

That same day, Jean and Betsy were at the pool. A dapper, older gentleman, using binoculars viewed them through a window, as he said to the bellhop, "Are you sure that these are the Duncan women?"

"Yes, sir, that's them."

Just then, Jean, who could dive quite well, did a one and a half dive. As she climbed the ladder to stand next to her daughter, her swim suit clung to her, like a second skin. Her nipples could be seen, as could her cuntal mons, covered by her course cuntal bush. 

"The mother is very well preserved. The Prince likes small American Southern women, with all their refined airs." Mr. Frome said. 

"I would think that he would like the young chick?"

"Oh, no. It is the older woman who will understand what he will do to her as he enters her, who will turn and twist. Her mind saying no, as her body betrays her, finally accepting him."

One of the other players, an older guy by the name of Texas Burt, approached Chuck. "Yo there, Charlie Boy. I've a been watching you play. Who taught you to play like you do? You bluffed the britches off Slick once or twice."

Chuck just smiled. One never boasts about wins. "Ever hear of Mike Gibson?"

"Can't say that I have."

"He was my grandfather, rode the Mississippi river boats." 

"Well, if you're interested, there is a high stakes, no-limit, game that goes on in the Red room."

"Will they let me in."

"I told them that I was going to talk to you. Your in, if you want to be."

"Owe you one, Texas Burt. Thanks. I'll go take a look."

The game being played was "Texas Hold'em." First is the open bet of one thousand dollars. Then each player is dealt two cards, face down. The player can fold or bet. Next are dealt three cards face up. That is called the flop. All three cards can be used by all players still in. Bets are placed. Then the fourth card is dealt face up. It is called fourth street, or the turn card. More bets. Then the fifth card is dealt. It is called the River. Final bets are made, and then everyone still in the game shows their cards, and declares the best five card poker hand that he can make with his two, and the five community cards. An easy game to learn, but it takes a lifetime to master. Why? Everything depends on how well you read the other players. 

Chuck watched for an hour, and then left to get a bite to eat. Betsy and Jean joined him. When Jean learned of the high stakes game, she wanted to come watch Chuck play. Reluctantly, Chuck said it was okay with him, if the other players did not mind. 

When they returned to the Red room, there were only four other players. "Say, Guys, do you mind if the lady sits next to me and watches us play."

The dealer spoke. " If you sit at an end seat, it is permissible."

Jean was so quiet that Chuck forgot that she was there. He was winning. Seven hours later, he needed to take a leak. Not wanting to lose his seat at the table, he whispered to Jean. "I have to go to the men's room. Are you comfortable sitting in for me?"

"Sure, no problem."

When Chuck returned he was shocked to find that she had doubled their winnings. One of the players said, "Your lady went all in with a couple of ladies (Queens) and drew a third lady (Queen) on fifth street to beat my American airlines (Two aces.) Gutsy move."

Chuck smiled, but he was not smiling within. It was a dumb play which could have cost him all their seed money.

The next day, it happened again. Jean had sixty-five thousand dollars in chips in front of her when he returned. 

That night they split their winnings. Jean wanted to sit at the high rollers, high limit table as a player. Chuck had decided that he would play very conservatively, by betting only on high percentage cards, such as an ace-queen of the same suit, which gave him two face cards to match up, and a shot at a flush.

Players come and go. It was just after one AM that a short, dapperly dressed, older gent took a seat at the table. Chuck studied him. Money. Hair razor cut. Rolex watch, silk shirt, big diamond ring, and four thousand dollars of gold around hid neck. Stacked in from of him was one hundred thousand dollars worth of chips. Had what had to be a bodyguard sitting near the far wall. When he spoke to that man, he did so in Arabic.

Betsy joined them. Mr. Frome introduced himself, and asked which of the lovely ladies belonged to Chuck. He said, "Well, I guess they both do. This is my wife, and this is my mother."

By four AM there were only Chuck, Jean and the man they now knew as Mr. Frome, who said little, but smiled broadly whether he won or lost a hand. In a soft voice he asked the dealer. "Please provide me with another fifty thousand dollars worth of chips."

"Certainly, Mr. Frome."

Everyone left the table to use the rest rooms. While they were away, the bodyguard approached the dealer. Instructions were whispered into his ear, and ten thousand dollars stuck into his pocket. The fix was on.

Two hands later, Chuck was dealt two cowboys (Kings) Jean received the six and seven of spades. Since the cost of staying in for the flop was low. Mr. Frome had checked, as had Chuck, Jean did not fold. The flop was another king, and the eight and nine of spades. The bets were forty thousand, for a total pot of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Fourth street was the ten of spades. For Jean, it was a once in a life time hand, a straight flush. 

Jean moved all her remaining chips in. Chuck, with three kings, moved all in. Betsy could sense the tension. Chuck stood up. Mr. Frome smiled. All he had to do was bet enough chips to match either Jean, or Chuck. Instead, he said, "Why don't we make this very interesting. I will be willing to sweeten the pot another hundred thousand dollars if you two will sweeten the pot too?"

Chuck, the Gambler, knew that two hundred and fifty thousand dollars could change hands in the next few minutes. Jean asked, "Sweeten the pot, with what?"

"Nothing much really. I want you to consent to being my companion, and doing what I tell you to do, for the next five days."

Betsy spoke, "No way."

Chuck spoke up. "Will you approve if we discuss our hands, and if we want to do this in the next room?"

"I have no problem with that."

Chuck to Jean, "What are you holding?"

"Straight flush, ten high. You?"

"Jesus. I've got three kings, and you have me beat. Your straight flush is a one in 1,780,000 hand deals. You should go for it, that is tax free money we have sitting out there."

Betsy asked, "Mother, you can't do this. That man would surely want to be intimate with you."

"Betsy, I have to try. Even if I lost, he is a clean man. Besides, how often could he be able to be intimate?"

They returned to the room. Chuck folded. Jean said to Mr. Frome, "If I win, I get everything. If you win, I will go with you for five days. 

"Jean, I would expect you to accept any suggestions that I might have." 

It suddenly hit Betsy, one way to protect her mother was to agree to go with her. "Mr. Frome, if you win, you have to take me along with my mother, and you must agree that we will be in the same room all the time."

For a moment, Mr. Frome lost his smile as he considered what had just transpired. "Certainly dear, that would be no problem."

All Chuck could think of is that Jean's straight flush was bulletproof.

Mr. Frome said to him, "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes."

He produced three contracts stating that if he won, that he would have three employees for the five days. 

"Let's see what you have my dear?"

Jean placed her spades next to the ones on the table. 

Mr. Frome lay down the jack and queen of spades, a straight flush that beat Jeans'. 

"It is time to leave," Mr. Frome ordered.

Another bodyguard appeared, so that two escorted them all to Mr. Frome's suite, which was the size of a small house, complete with deep leather covered couches, chairs, and a servant. 

Chuck thought to himself, I didn't want Jean to play, that is what got us in this mess. If this old guys shoots his little pecker into Jean, it won't kill her. Sort of like to watch that. Wonder how they will occupy Betsy?

Food was produced, as were drinks from a wet bar. Mr. Frome motioned them all to sit. No one approached the women. The bodyguards retreated to the front door. It was surreal in a way, but everyone relaxed. 

When it was evident that all had finished eating, and that the late hour made them all sleepy, Mr. Frome said, "Chuck, you may sleep in the first bedroom. Your wife, and Mrs. Duncan are to sleep in the second bedroom. You will be awaken at eleven. Ladies, please take another bath and douche as soon as you are awaken. Clothes will be provided for you in the morning. I will join you for lunch."

It bothered Chuck that both women were required to douche, but he said nothing.

At eleven the next morning, Mr. Frome stood before Prince Samaad. "When would his majesty like to start?"

"I will enter at one PM. Am I to understand that there will be two others in the room with the Southern woman?"

"Yes, your Majesty. Each of the women shall be tied to the bed, while the man will be tied in a chair between the beds, blindfolded. He will not know which woman in in which bed, and he knows nothing of your presents. However he will be able to tell when the women are taken by the movements of the bed."

"Very well."

Chuck, Betsy, and Jean were dumbfounded by the elegant lunch they received. It was as though they were in a fine French home. 

If we had to lose, this is the guy to lose to, Chuck thought.

Jean, of course, expected that sooner or later Mr. Frome would want to see her naked, and to have his way with her. She was not a stranger to extramarital sex, having had two, one night flings in the last three years. She was confident that she could control this Mr. Frome. The truth be known, she was sort of looking forward to having sex. 

In his room, the Prince, injected his cock with a steroid, as he had been doing for twenty years. He took a Viagra pill, which would keep him hard for three hours, on and off. Then, as was his custom, he took out a ruler to measure his magnificent member, while admiring himself in the mirror. He confirmed, what he already knew, that he was slightly shorter than eight inches long, and exactly seven and one half inches around. All women could take him, his doctor assured him. One does not perforate a vagina, which can pass an eight pound baby, with a mere cock. Oh, but it was his experience that the Southern American woman, who has been coddled in her genteel, protected life, was ill prepared to accommodate his magnificent member. 

He picked up the picture of this Jean Duncan, taken in her swim suit the day before. His practiced eye measured the distance between her legs, and the length of her waist. When he was fully in her, he knew, his member would distend her belly outward. At over six feet tall, and close to three hundreds pounds, his body would cover her, pinning her down, as his ass did it's work, driving his member into her. It was time.

Chuck, Betsy, and Jean suspected when the bodyguards approached them that something was up. (Excuse the pun.) They were taken to the third bedroom, which had two large beds, separated by a chair, as well as sex swings and dungeon equipment.

"Please undress."

When they had done so, Chuck was lead to the chair. He was strapped in so that he could not move his legs, and his arms were outstretched so that they lay on the beds with his palms up. 

Mr. Frome stood smiling before them, fully dressed. "My good Mr. Gibson, this is what is now going to transpire. I will place on your head a blindfold, as well as a "Bose" Acoustic Noise Canceling Headset. Through the headset, we will play an opera sung by Charlotte Church, the wonderful young girl from Wales. 

Your Mother will be tied on one bed, with her hand touching yours, and your wife will be tied on the other, so that she can remain in the room, as she requested. Her hand will also be touching yours. That way you will know that they are both well." 

Weird as hell, but so is this guy, thought Chuck. What-to-fuck? Jean is going to get fucked, but I can't watch.

A few moments after the music started, Chuck could feel a hand rest on each of his, but he could not tell, which was Betsy, or which was Jean's.

The Prince entered wearing a red silk robe. He ignored Betsy, who had a ball gag in her mouth, and stood next to Jean, who looked up at him with a worried, quizzical expression..

"It is I who will have you first this afternoon. I expect that you and your daughter will provide enough exercise so that I will sleep soundly this evening."

"My daughter is not part of this. She should not even have suggested coming."

"But she is here. We will treat her well, but first, it is time for you to entertain me."

The robe was removed and tossed to another chair. The Prince stood a few inches from Chuck, as he stroked his member. Jean had never seen such a thing. She reacted by clutching Chuck's hand, as she dug in her heels to twist and turn in a panic, but her arms held her in place. 

It was now fully engorged, pointing slightly upward. A Butterfly vibrator had been placed on both women's pussy. With one hand, the Prince dialed up medium speed on Jean's 

Jean's eyes went wild. Now she knew. Oh, God, she knew. Whoever this guy was, he knew just what he was doing. And there was no misunderstanding. He was going to fuck her with THAT, as long as he damn well pleased. 

Betsy tried to scream out to her mother. She too twisted and turned, trying to escape the bonds.

What-to-fuck is going on, thought Chuck. Both the women were clutching his hand, as they made their bed shift with their movements. 

Jean's heart was pounding. The damn vibrator on her clitoris was making her thrust her ass and open her legs, but her mind said to clamp her legs together. The result was what the Prince had seen so many times before, her legs would open wide, and then shut, then open again, while she panted from the excitement. All caused by just the sight of his member, and the vibrator doing it's work to swell her pussy, wet it, readying it for him.

Tears filled her eyes, as her legs moved apart, as she thrust up at the machine on and in her pussy that was bringing on an orgasm that she did not want, could not control. She knew that he would take her now, that her body would accept him. Jean closed her eyes, accepting her fate. 

She felt him knee walk between her legs as she pumped at the Butterfly as her orgasm was shaking her body. It was removed. His cock was at her entrance. His body covered her, forcing her small legs out to the side. 

His chest forced her head to turn to the side. In no hurry, he maintained a downward pressure. Jean could not prevent his member from easing slowly down her wet, tender, now so sensitive cuntal tunnel. 

Betsy was straining upwards, as best she could, to watch the man's cock enter her mother. 

Chuck felt the second person crawl on the bed to his left, and could feel the right bed move. The hand to his left relaxed, when Jean gave up. But then, as the Prince bottomed in her, while not fully in her, he started to power the thrust of his cock deeper. The result was the hand griped Chuck's tightly, and the bed started to move up and back in a motion that can only be caused by a man powering his cock into a woman. 




Pleasing a Straight Girl



If you want to know how I look, I describe myself in the first paragraph of "I Thought She Was Straight".

I have this friend named Julia. Not to be confused with my friend Jody, who does stuff with strippers because she doesn't really have a choice (I talked about that in my story Heaven and Stripping Isn't So Bad). Julia is more straight than that, or at least she was. 

At the beginning of our friendship, I was still unsure whether I was bi or lesbian, but Julia knew that I was into girls to some degree. We were talking once, and I asked her if she would ever do anything with another girl, and she said no. She said she wouldn't even peck a girl on the lips, because she didn't "experiment" like I did, as she put it. A year or so later, however, the subject came up again. By this time both of us had pretty much accepted the fact that I was a lesbian but I never showed it off in front of her. It was like knowing that your friend is black or something. You know it, but you just don't think about it all that much. 

I asked her again if she would do anything with a girl, and this time she said that if she had been friends with the girl for a while, and if she was attracted to the girl, she would make out with her. This was a complete surprise. I guess my gayness (did you know that gayness is a word according to Microsoft Word? I didn't either until now) must have spread to her or something. Another time, we were talking and she said something about how she didn't want to have sex with a guy, and she put the emphasis on "guy", before she got married. I let it drop and it didn't come up again until several months later.

I have to say right now that had I never had inappropriate thoughts about her. I asked her these things out of idle curiosity. I had noticed she was pretty, it's hard not to notice those kinds of things. She's a couple inches shorter than me, around 5'1 or 5'2. She has straight, long, black hair and very large dark brown eyes. Her best feature was her lips, they were so full and soft without being overly large. She had a petite body but with curves in the right places. I could wear her clothes if I had to but they were usually tight, especially in the chest area. She has small boobs, but that's better than having mountains on your chest. There is nothing grosser than really large implants. I have a seriously hilarious story involving my guy friend and a stripper with implants, or actually the story is about the guy and the implants since they had a life of their own, but I'll tell it some other time. Anyway, I had noticed a lot of guys (and girls, sometimes) staring at her and guys would often have crushes on her. She was pretty, but I'd never felt attracted to her before.

I was sleeping over at her house one Friday night. We were watching the movie Mean Girls, again. We've watched that movie together a million times. Actually, maybe about 15. It's just so funny though. The casting is absolutely perfect. So the part where Janis announces that she had a big, lesbian crush on Regina came on and Julia said, "You know, I have to tell you something. But you have to promise not to tell." She always says this so I barely even acknowledged that she'd said anything and continued to pay attention to the movie. You would too, she makes me swear up and down not to tell a soul about something, and then she says something like, "I tripped on the stairs" or "I wrote this really long email to the guy I like". In that sense, she's a stereotypical girl. You know, melodramatic and extremely detail oriented.

We finished the movie and got ready for bed. She has a queen size bed so we both sleep in it whenever I sleep over. We had settled in and started talking about unimportant things that I don't remember, then she said, "I still haven't told you."

I said, "Ok what is it?"

She went on for, I swear, ten minutes making me promise not to tell anybody, then changing her mind about telling me in the first place, and so on. I was ready to punch her in the uterus, and I'm not even a violent person. Finally I said, "Jesus Christ, just tell me already. I'll probably forget what you're going to tell me by tomorrow anyway."

She said, "No you won't. Or I hope you won't. Or I mean, I hope you don't because if you do then that means that I'm not important to you, but if you do then..." She's like that.

She got to the point a few minutes later and said, "I was thinking about what you were telling me earlier, about what it's like to have sex with girls, or not have sex with exactly...(and then she went on a tangent)...and I was thinking I'd like to try it too once just to see what it was like." She explained to me for a while about why she wanted to experience it, basically her reason was that she was curious. 

I said, "Ok. Have fun."

She seemed embarrassed and said, "I was kind of thinking, maybe I could try it with you? If you want to. You don't have to if you don't want to, and if you don't then I'll never talk about it again-"

I turned over on my side facing her and cut her off. "Let me think about it."

I looked at her looking at me. Before then, I had never thought of her sexually. Ever. I had never even thought about how weird it would be to make out with her. It just never occurred to me that she was also a sexual being with desires. To my surprise, the more I looked at her, the more and more attracted to her I became. 

"I guess I'll do it. How far do you want to go?"

She said, "I don't know. What do you even do with girls?"

I leaned over so my face was close to hers, and I whispered into her mouth, "This," before kissing her gently. I know, I know. If I could do it over again I would do it the same but without the cheesy "This" part. But what's done is done, and she didn't seem to mind since she shuddered a little as our lips made contact. I started off very slowly, giving her time to get used to kissing another girl. She was very submissive throughout the whole thing, which I kind of expected. It fit her personality.

She didn't really know what she was doing since she wasn't even experienced at all with the boys. She held her lips and body stiff and only started to relax after a while. I climbed on top of her, pressing the length of my body against hers. As I did this, I licked along her bottom lip then took it into my mouth, sucking and biting lightly. I did the same to her upper lip, then slid my tongue into her open mouth.

Her tongue didn't move for a while, but after some gentle prodding with my own tongue it started to come to life. It tentatively touched mine, then she grew bolder and pushed her tongue so it went into my mouth. Our tongues played with each other for a while as I slipped my hand under her shirt and traced my fingers over her ribs. She gasped into my mouth and I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her perky breasts. I pinched one nipple a little, then took it into my mouth, licking and sucking on it. Julia wasn't making any noise except for heavier breathing. I think she was feeling very awkward and nervous since she said a few times how weird this was. 

I spent a long time on her nipples, getting her used to the idea of another girl's mouth and tongue on her body. I slowly kissed my way down her stomach, giving her time to object if she wanted to. She didn't say anything except to let out a high pitched moan of anticipation. I slid her shorts down, revealing her pussy. She had a full forest of black, curly pubes on her pussy which turned me off slightly since I don't like licking something that's really hairy (trimmed is fine), but I still wanted to do it. I could see moisture glistening around her entrance and I smiled to myself, thinking "Another convert to bisexuality," before taking some of her juices with my tongue and spreading it around her clit. She remained absolutely still, I couldn't even hear her breathing anymore. I think she was holding her breath. 

I licked around the base of her clit, between her lips and her clit. She let a moan escape and pushed her hips up against my mouth. I sucked her clit into my mouth and as she wrapped her legs around my head, I put my hands on her butt cheeks and started squeezing them. Her hips kept moving but I kept my mouth sucking firmly on her clit, then added my tongue. This made her buck her hips and her hands flew to my head. She was losing her self control and anxiety, which was being replaced by lust and the need to come. 

I slipped a finger inside her but she said that hurt, so I took it out and I went on with sucking and licking her clit. She liked to have her clit stimulated up and down, instead of in circles, so I flicked my tongue over her clit until her thighs clenched around my head and she came with a strangled sigh. She lay back panting as I slid my body up hers and kissed her, wondering how she'd react to the taste of a girl in her mouth. She was hesitant at first but soon seemed to develop a taste for it. She showed no interest in returning the favor though, so I laid down next to her asked her what she thought. (I'm going to give the abridged, edited version of what she said since if I typed everything out it would be too long).

"It felt really good," she said after thinking about it for a while and trying to find the right words to describe what she was feeling.

I asked her if she would do it again or go farther, and she said, "Maybe. I don't know. I kind of want to do the same thing to you, but I'm kind of scared of going down on a girl. I don't know if I want to do it." 

I said, "You don't have to if you don't want to," half hoping that she would say that she would try it.

She didn't. She said, "Thanks. We have to wake up at 8, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. And I want to think about what we did. You're an awesome friend. Good night," and rolled on her back to go to sleep. 

I was sort of pissed off. I can understand her not being sure about going down on a girl (that doesn't mean I have to like it), but just rolling over and going to sleep? At least she said thank you. It turned out that she was straight and she didn't particularly want to do anything with a girl again. She said she'd do it again if the opportunity came up, and maybe even go farther, but she wouldn't look at girls any differently than she has been and she wouldn't go out of her way to get a girl. And she certainly can't see herself in a relationship with a girl. It's fine, at least it means she's open minded and not prejudiced against lesbians. Some girls should just stay straight.



Pleasing Andrea



I met Brian Carmichael in early July. I remember this because it was almost a week after my fifth birthday. I was in the driveway of our yard, playing with a Tonka dump truck and bulldozer that my Uncle Jake had bought me for my birthday. I looked up and saw a small black dog (a Labrador retriever, I later found out) run across our lawn. The dog wandered over to me, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. A minute or so later I noticed a boy of about my age walking towards me. He was holding onto the hand of a slender young woman with shoulder length black hair, wearing jeans and a beige t-shirt.

"Oh, there he is!" the woman exclaimed. "Come here, Bandit!"

The dog turned and scampered over towards the woman and child.

"Sorry about that; he got out of the yard again," she said.

"That's okay," I replied.

"We just moved in next door a few days ago. I'm Andrea. This is my son, Brian," she explained.

"I'm Nick," I said.

I said 'Hi' to Brian, but he seemed more interested in the dump truck and bulldozer beside me. He sat down on the ground and began ploughing a small pile of dirt with the yellow bulldozer.

"Brian, it's not polite to use other peoples' things without asking first," his mother said. "Ask Nick if it's okay if you play with his toys."

Brian and I became immediate friends and as close as brothers over that summer. I also liked his mom a lot. Andrea was a lot younger than my mom. She reminded me of my Aunt Pamela, who was Dad's youngest sister and almost like a big sister to me.

When I told my parents about having made friends with the new boy next door my excitement was tempered somewhat by my mother's reaction to Brian's mom.

"She's just a child herself. She's too young and irresponsible to be a parent," Mom said, sounding angry. "Mrs. Anderson said she saw her buying beer at the grocery store a few days ago. And look at the way she dresses..."

I listened to my mother's criticism of Brian's mom, although I did not understand why she objected to her so. I didn't like any of my mother's friends and concluded that if they disliked Andrea then she must be a nice person. Besides, I liked her very much. She was always nice to me whenever I visited Brian. She often had freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for us to eat and never complained that we were being too loud, or shouldn't eat or drink pop in the living room like my mom did. I saw nothing wrong with the way Andrea dressed either. It was only when I grew older that I even noticed the clothes she wore, and then my reaction was far from disapproval.

One day when I was over at Brian's I spied fresh chocolate chip cookies cooling in a rack on the kitchen counter. My eyes grew wide and my mouth began to water as I stared at them from across the kitchen.

"Could I please have a cookie, Mrs. Carmichael?" I asked.

"Yes, you can, Nick. But I'm not Mrs. Carmichael," she said with a smile.

I tilted my head to one side and gave her a puzzled look. All of my friends' mothers were known by that epithet. At that tender age I assumed it was something that women added to their surnames once they became mothers. She understood the confused look on my face.

"You can just call me Andrea," she said.

I had been taught by my parents to never refer to an adult by their first name. Being given permission to refer to Brian's mom as Andrea made me feel special. I think it was at that moment that I began to develop a crush on her which lasts to this day.

Around the time Brian and I were eleven Andrea got married to a man named Richard. People started calling her Mrs. Amirault, but she told me to continue calling her Andrea. I was somewhat perplexed as to why Brian's last name did not change too, but never bothered to ask. I never liked Brian's new dad much. He drank a lot and sometimes I heard him shouting at Brian and his mom when I was in my yard. One Saturday morning when I went over to visit Brian Andrea was sitting at the kitchen table. I was fifteen then. She was crying. When she looked up at me I noticed she had a black eye. After that, I never saw Richard again the times I went over to their house.

By the time Brian and I were eighteen our paths diverged. He had been accepted at a university in Michigan and I had begun attending Lawson College in town. Brian wanted to be an architect and I wanted to become a school teacher. I was still living at home with my parents and planned to for as long as I could. Things had changed -- not for the worse, but I lamented the passing of time. Bandit was gone now too and I missed him as much as I missed hanging out with Brian.

Brian and I kept in touch regularly through emails. He always wanted to know how his mother was keeping. Now that she was living alone he worried about her. I was busy with school and other things and Andrea was working at a daycare facility. With Brian away there was hardly any reason for her and I to see one another, although I would occasionally see her bringing in groceries or working in her garden. Andrea would always smile and wave whenever she saw me in the yard and we would talk briefly, mostly about the weather or what we had heard from Brian in his emails.

The truth of the matter was that I wished I had some excuse to pay Andrea a visit. The years had been kind to her. As she approached forty she seemed even prettier to me than she had nearly a decade earlier. Over the years she had let her thick, black hair grow down past her shoulders. She had also begun wearing skirts and blouses more often, rather than the jeans and t-shirts I had grown accustomed to seeing her in. Regardless of her attire, Andrea always looked as lovely as ever. Her slender frame had filled out somewhat over the years. Her hips seemed a little more curvy and her backside was slightly plump -- just enough to set my mind reeling with nasty thoughts whenever I saw her walking to or from her car wearing a tight skirt or slacks. The ten or fifteen pounds that Andrea seemed to have accumulated over the years all seemed to have gone to the right places. Her hips and ass were rounder and I guessed that she had probably gone up a full cup size in her bust. I wanted her more than ever, but felt guilty about lusting over my best friend's mother.

Winter came early that year. I had grown used to either having a green Christmas or there being just a thin dusting of snow by mid December. But already less than a week before Christmas we got dumped on by a big storm. Schools and businesses shut down that Wednesday while everyone dug themselves out. I got up early that morning and began shoveling the driveway. Thankfully it was the light and fluffy kind of snow, not wet and heavy. I began at the foot of our driveway and started working my way up to the house. I noticed that Andrea had hired someone with a half-ton truck with a plough attached to clear her driveway. Unfortunately he had pushed a large pile of snow towards the walk leading to her door.

I had finished the driveway and had started clearing the walk when I noticed Andrea emerge from her house. She was wearing jeans and a navy blue nylon jacket. In her hand was a red aluminum shovel with a wooden handle. She stopped half-way down her snow-covered steps when she saw me and waved.

"How do you like this weather?" she called out. "At least Santa will have snow for his sleigh next week," she joked.

I nodded, watching Andrea push the snow from her steps. I walked across to her yard and stood in the knee-deep snow at the end of her walkway.

"You go back inside, Andrea. I'll shovel this for you," I said.

Andrea looked up from the snow-covered steps and smiled. The morning sun reflecting off of the ivory snow lit up her pretty face. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her hair shimmered as the sunlight hit her. She looked lovely. When she squinted from the glare from the snow and smiled I noticed faint lines at the corners of her brown eyes and at the edges of her full lips. Instead of making her look older I found that they highlighted her smooth cheekbones and the delicate structure of her jawline.

"Thanks, but you don't have to do that, Nick. I need the exercise anyway," she said.

"No, you don't," I said with a smile. "Besides, if Brian found out that I let you shovel he'd be mad at me. I'm almost done over at my place. It won't take me long to do this."

Andrea relented and leaned her shovel against the railing of her porch. "Okay. Thank-you. But come inside after you're done," she said.

I watched Andrea turn and go back inside, running my eyes over her firm, round ass and feeling my cock begin to stiffen.

It had been a long time since I had spent any time with Andrea and I was eager to finish shoveling so I could join her inside. The snow was packed hard where the plough had pushed it into a pile and it took me longer than I had anticipated. I was glad that I had offered to do it for Andrea. I knew she could have, but helping her appealed to what I considered to be my chivalrous nature. Besides, I did it out of friendship with Brian too.

As soon as I entered the back porch of Andrea's house I could smell the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. I smiled, feeling like a kid again. Andrea's cookies were one of my most pleasant childhood memories. I kicked my wet boots off and hung my jacket up.

"I'm baking cookies. It's been ages since you've had cookies over here." Andrea was at the sink, washing a large white mixing bowl and utensils.

I nodded, unable to hold back my smile. "Yeah... your cookies were always the best. I miss them," I said.

"Well, they'll be ready in a while. Have a seat, Nick. You must be tired from all that work. Thank-you so much," Andrea said, beaming me a wide smile.

"You're welcome. I would have been over here sooner if I had have known you were going to make chocolate chip cookies."

I listened to Andrea's cheerful laugh and ran my eyes over her as she stood with her back to me at the sink. Her jeans hugged her hips and cushiony ass. She was wearing a burgundy fleece pullover that seemed a little small for her. As she scrubbed cookie dough that was caked on the bowl I noticed her heavy breasts shake a little. They pushed out at the soft material of her pullover. My eyes moved along their rounded contours to the outline of her left nipple. I could tell she was not wearing a bra and wondered if she enjoyed the feeling of the soft fleece teasing her stiff nipples.

"I better check on the cookies so they don't burn." Andrea dropped the bowl in the soapy water and dried her hands off.

When Andrea turned and walked to the stove I followed her with my eyes. For a few glorious seconds I was treated to a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass when she bent over to take the cookie sheet from the oven. She placed it atop the stove and turned to face me.

"I haven't baked cookies for anyone besides myself in a long time. I'm glad you're here to help me eat them. Lord knows I don't need to put on any more weight than I already have." 

Andrea frowned as she tossed her pot holder on the counter. I was thinking about her comment and eying her, but was too shy and nervous to make a remark. When Andrea noticed me looking her over she smiled.

"It's okay -- you can agree with me, Nick. I won't be mad," she said with a rueful look on her face.

"No, I wasn't thinking that at all. To tell you the truth, I was thinking that you look good," I said, although I feared that I had been too honest.

"You were always such a polite kid, Nick. I always knew you'd grow up to be a gentleman," Andrea remarked. She smiled and her eyes regained the lustre they had when she was outside.

"Thanks," I said.

Andrea let out a sigh as she sat down at the table to my right. "It's encouraging to know there are good men out there. It's just my luck that the only one I know is half my age," she lamented.

I let out a nervous laugh, although her compliment pleased me. "Don't give up; you'll meet a nice guy," I said, trying to sound encouraging.

Andrea shook her head. "No. I've given up. I keep picking losers."

"It's not your fault that Richard was an asshole," I sneered.

"Well, he was a real prince compared to Brian's father. At least I could blame that on being a teenager and in love, or at least I thought I was. But I have Brian because of that experience, so I can't consider it all bad."

"Yeah -- Brian's a great guy," I chimed-in. "I miss him."

"Me too." Andrea sighed again. "There are so many things that he used to help me with around here."

"If there's ever anything I can help you with, just let me know."

"Thanks, Nick. That's kind of you," she said.

"I mean it, Andrea. When Nick emails me he always asks if I've seen you and how you're doing. He asked me to check on you sometime, but I would have felt like I was intruding, so I didn't," I told her.

"That's sweet, but it's not necessary. But you wouldn't be intruding; you're like family, Nick," Andrea said.

"Thanks." I gave Andrea an appreciative smile. "You've always been like a second mom to me. When I was a kid I wished that you could adopt me because you were cooler than my mom," I told her.

Andrea let out a soft laugh, then gave me a teasing mile. "I don't think that would have worked out so well," she remarked.

"No. Mom wouldn't have been too happy about it, that's for sure," I joked.

"What I meant was it would have been kind of awkward, since you had a crush on me." Andrea gave me a shrewd smile.

Instantly I felt myself blush and turned my eyes from Andrea. When she noticed my rosy cheeks and the abashed look on my face she frowned.

"Oh... Nick, don't be embarrassed. I thought it was cute how you used to follow me around and look at me like you did," she said, seeming happy as she recalled those days.

I was still blushing, so when Andrea got up and began putting the cookies in a tin box I was relieved to have her not looking at my expression anymore.

"There's milk and Pepsi in the fridge. Help yourself, like always," she said, turning her head towards me.

I brought the bottle of Pepsi from the fridge and poured myself a glass.

"Could you get me one too, please?" Andrea asked. "If I'm going to break my diet today I may as well go whole hog," she added.

"You don't need to diet, Andrea." I handed her a glass of Pepsi, then took a cookie from the tin. I smiled as I began chewing and savouring the familiar taste I had not enjoyed for a long time.

"That's easy for you to say. You don't need to lose weight," Andrea replied. She bit into a cookie, sucking on it for an instant as her eyes met mine.

"And neither do you," I retorted.

Andrea and I were standing at the counter, almost a yard apart. After I made my comment I realized that my eyes were roaming over her curves, lingering on her chest and ass. Once I stopped myself from ogling her I discovered that she had a smirk on her face.

"Still the same old Nick I see," she teased, grinning.

I smiled, not needing to ask what she meant. My erection was growing and pushing out at the front of my jeans. "That's 'cause you're still the same," I countered.

"Oh, I don't know. There's more of me now," Andrea replied.

"Yeah... and right where there should be." I was becoming quite horny and enjoying the risqué talk with Andrea. I took another glance down to her chest.

Andrea smiled as her eyes followed mine. She straightened her back slightly. It was then that I noticed how hard her nipples had become. They were thick and protruding from her pullover very noticeably now. Her sizable breasts strained the fabric so their proportions were obvious.

"You're making me feel very guilty right now, Nick." Andrea sounded timid, but she still had a faint smile on her face.

"Why's that?"

"Because you're Brian's best friend and in the back of my mind I still think of you as that kid playing with his toys in the yard," she explained.

"I know what you mean about being Brian's best friend; I feel guilty because of it too. But I'm not a kid anymore, Andrea."

"You just like to play with different toys," she teased with a sexy giggle.

I smiled, stealing another look at Andrea's bustline. "Yeah... bigger ones," I said, noticing that I sounded as horny as I was.

"How much bigger?" Andrea's voice was softer now and slightly huskier.

"About a C-cup..." I retorted, darting my eyes up to hers.

When Andrea let out a burst of laughter at my remark I noticed her breasts quiver from beneath her pullover. "Good guess, Nick," she answered with a wink.

There wasn't a sound in the kitchen for several seconds and the air was thick with sexual tension. I could feel my cock throb and wondered if Andrea was getting turned-on, or just having fun teasing me. When her soft voice broke the silence my heart began to pound as I listened to her speak.

"If I let you play with my... toys... do you promise to never tell a soul? If Brian ever found out..." Andrea's voice faded out as she gave me a wary look.

"I know... no... I'd never breathe a word of it to anyone, Andrea," I vowed.

"Come here..." 

Andrea tugged at my hand and brought me into the living room. She stopped a few feet in front of the couch, still holding my hand. Her touch was soft and gentle and fed my arousal. She took a step closer and I felt the back of her hand graze my left thigh.

"I've seen you staring at them sometimes when you've been over here visiting Brian," Andrea said in a hush.

I gave her a guilty nod and a smile.

"It made me wet..." Andrea blushed and lowered her face, smiling.

"Like now?" I asked.

Andrea nodded without looking up at me. She sucked on the corner of her bottom lip and gave my hand a squeeze.

When I slipped my right hand under her pullover Andrea never resisted. Her stomach was soft and smooth as I glided my fingers over it's curve. I felt her quiver beneath my trembling hand as she began breathing faster. When my fingers stroked the underside of her left breast she gave a quiet gasp and looked down. Her tongue darted out and she sucked on her bottom lip. When I pinched her thick nipple and gave it a gentle tug she moaned and grabbed my hips.

"No one has played with them in so long... that feels so good, Nick," she breathed.

I slowly began tugging Andrea's pullover up. She watched as I uncovered her beautiful body, but said nothing. Once I had exposed her breasts she gave me a nervous look. Her breasts were lovely. They hung down slightly, but retained their nicely rounded shape. I licked my lips as I stared at her light brown nipples and large areolas.

"God... you're beautiful, Andrea," I said, not taking my eyes of of her bared torso.

"Thanks... I hope you're not disappointed. I mean, you've wanted to see them for a while, haven't you?" Andrea gave me a shy smile.

"For years..." 

I cupped Andrea's heavy breasts in my hands and began kneading them and rubbing her swollen nipples. She swayed her hips a bit and closed her eyes while I fondled her.

"Suck on them..." she urged, cupping the back of my head in her hand.

Andrea's nipple felt thick between my lips. I sucked and tugged at it, then swirled my tongue around it, listening to her sexy moans. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other as I held as much of her breasts in my hands as I could. Andrea was holding onto my shoulders now. Her breathing was rapid and I was surprised by how turned-on she was. When I pinched her right nipple between my teeth and gave it a slight tug she cried out, digging her nails in my shoulder.

"Oh shit... we better stop, Nick... I'm sorry, but... oh god, that felt too good..."

Andrea was pushing at my shoulders. I backed away and frowned.

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

"No... don't be, Nick. It... it was great... I think I had a mini-gasm..." Andrea let out a titter and grinned. She tugged her pullover down, then kissed my cheek. "If I didn't stop you now I would be begging you to fuck me in another few minutes," she breathed into my ear.




Pleasing Andrea



"Would that be so bad?" I smiled at Andrea and ran my hand over her back.

"It would be wonderful -- that's the problem," she said.

I gave her an understanding nod. "I should get back home. I have a little shoveling to finish," I said.

Andrea followed me to the door, watching as I put my boots and jacket back on.

"Nick, I hope this doesn't ruin things between us. Brian will be home for the holidays soon and I want you to come over and it not to feel tense between us," she said.

I nodded as I zipped my jacket up. "It won't... it's okay, Andrea," I said, giving her a reassuring smile

"Good." Andrea came over and kissed my cheek. "I loved it, Nick -- maybe too much and it sort of scared me. But I'm going to be tempted from now on."

I gave her a look of surprise and a wide smile. "Really?" I blurted out.

"Yes, but I can't make any promises and I don't want to tease you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said with a brusk nod and smiled.

"Good. Now get home before I drag you back into the living room."

I gave Andrea a quick kiss on the cheek, then left.

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That Saturday afternoon I noticed Andrea struggling to get a Christmas tree from the trunk of her car. I pulled my boots on and grabbed my jacket. I would have helped her regardless, but any reason to spend more time around her was a good one. Mom was in the living room reading. I explained I was going over to help Andrea, then hurried out the door.

"Can I give you a hand with that?" I called out as I approached Andrea.

She looked up and pushed her hair out of her face. "I think you might have to," she said. "It went in there easily enough, but now it doesn't want to come out."

"It must be a male tree," I said with a grin.

Andrea laughed and shot me a flirtatious smile. "Brian will be home tomorrow and I wanted to have a tree so we could decorate it together," she said.

I tugged the spruce from the trunk of Andrea's car and stood it up by the butt. "Where do you want me to put it?" I asked.

"You mean the tree, right, Nick?" Andrea still had a teasing smile on her face.

"Yes," I grinned, feeling my cock begin to stiffen.

"I figured I'd better make sure, to avoid an embarrassing situation," she joked. "If you could bring it in to the living room, that would be great," Andrea said.

I picked the tree up and followed Andrea inside. I did my best to try not to stare, but as we were taking our coats and boots off I couldn't help but run my eyes over her body. Andrea was wearing a denim skirt that came down several inches past her knees and a blue knit cardigan. It was tight and the top three buttons were undone, giving me a view of her upper chest and a bit of her cleavage. I was glad to be able to stand behind the tree so she could not see the growing bulge in my jeans.

When we got into the living room I noticed two large boxes containing Christmas decorations. To my left I saw where Andrea had moved a table and chair aside to made room for the tree against the wall.

"Where's the holder? I'll help you set it up," I said.

Andrea rummaged around one of the boxes, searching for the Christmas tree holder. I stared at her ass as she bent over. Once she found the tree holder she placed it on the floor where she wanted it. I sat the tree in it and held it while Andrea tightened the clamps to the tree trunk. She was kneeling at my feet so I was able to see down her cardigan a ways. Her firm, round breasts were held in a pink bra that I could see the edges of. They jiggled as she moved. Watching them move made my cock even harder, but now I hoped she would notice. When she finished with the holder she looked up and stared at the bulge in my jeans, then smiled.

"I see you're in the Christmas spirit already," Andrea said as she lifted her eyes to mine.

"I'm in the Andrea spirit." I extended my hand to her and she took it so I could help her to her feet. I pulled her to me and slipped my left arm around her waist.

"Be good, or you'll end up on Santa's Naughty List," she said.

"I don't care. It would be worth it," I said.

Andrea's stomach was pressed against my hard shaft and her hands were on my waist. I pressed on her lower back, pulling her tighter to me until her breasts touched my chest. I looked down at them and smiled.

"Your toys look bigger today," I remarked.

"It's an optical illusion," she said with a laugh.

"I better check to be sure."

As I slowly reached for a button on Andrea's cardigan she watched my hand move, but did not stop me. One by one I unbuttoned the cardigan, then pulled it open wide. Her bra was silky and pushed her breasts up into two firm mounds. I ran my fingertips of my right hand over them, teasing and stroking them until I noticed her nipples rising out at the silky pink material of the front panels. When I bent down to give each a kiss Andrea chuckled.

"Your whiskers tickle," she said.

I pursed my lips and drug them over her tender, sensitive flesh once more. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew a little more rapid.

When I slid Andrea's cardigan off of her shoulders she let her arms go limp at her slides. I pulled it off and let it fall to the floor behind her. Her heavy breasts gave a slight bounce as I tugged her bra down to free them. I ran my fingertips up the sides of them and down over her nipples, watching them thicken. Andrea closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Can we sit down?" she asked, looking over at the couch.

Andrea lead me by the hand over to the couch. I sat down to her left and draped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me until her hip was pressed against me.

"God, you're sexy," I said as I ran my eyes over her.

Andrea gave me a modest smile as she ran her hand up and down my arm. "Thanks," she said. "You've become a great looking guy yourself, Nick."

When I leaned closer and kissed her Andrea was visibly surprised. She recoiled slightly, then smiled. When I pressed my lips to hers again her mouth opened to receive my tongue. I slid my hand up to cup her right breast as we continued to kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I pinched her hard nipple and gave it a tug. I sucked on her bottom lip and gave her breast a hard squeeze, making her softly moan again.

"Did you ever think we'd ever be doing this?" she asked.

"No, but I fantasized about it a lot," I admitted.

Andrea laughed. "Like after you went home after spending time here..." she surmised with a foxy smirk.

"Yeah. Especially when you wore loose tank tops without a bra."

"I knew where your eyes were -- naughty boy," she taunted.

"You did?"

"Yes, of course," she said.

When I placed my hand on Andrea's right knee and slid it up the inside of her thigh she reached down and held my wrist, giving it a gentle push. I stopped moving my hand but kept it on the inside of her thigh.

"Let me touch it," I said, almost begging.

Andrea gave me a nervous look. She was still holding my hand, but not pushing on it. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing had accelerated. When I bent down and ran the tip of my tongue around her left nipple, then pinched it between my lips and pulled at it, she moaned.

"That feels so good, Nick," she sighed, running her hand up my arm.

I kissed Andrea's neck and nibbled at her ear as I stroked the inside of her thigh, inching my fingers higher. She tilted her head to her right, baring her neck to me. I drug my tongue over it, nipping at it with my teeth. When I moved my hand higher up the soft inside of her thigh she spread her legs wider.

"Can I touch it?" I breathed into her ear.

"If you don't, I will," Andrea said, then grinned.

"When was the last time you played with it?" I asked.

"Last night..." Andrea's eyes were shut and her moist lips were closed tight.

"What did you think about?"

"You... what we did the other day..." Andrea's hot breath washed over my neck as I licked her ear and nipped at her neck.

"How many times have you played with yourself since then, Andrea?"

"I... I don't know... every night... sometimes a bit when I drove home from work in the car, but I did... I didn't cum those times."

"Show me," I said.

"What?" she asked, opening her eyes and turning her head towards me.

I kissed her moist lips, tugging her bottom one between mine. I slid off of the couch and ran my hands up her thighs to her panties. I hooked my fingers in them. She lifted up, allowing me to slide them down. They were white with lace trim and damp. I pulled themover her feet and pressed them to my face to breathe in her musky scent.

"Show me what you did last night, Andrea." I was kneeling at her feet and running my fingers up and down her smooth calves.

"No one has ever seen me do that," she said in a timid voice.

"You're beautiful and sexy... I want to watch you for a while... please."

Looking bashful, Andrea slipped her right hand under her skirt. I ran my hands up her thighs. pushing the hem of her skirt towards her waist. Her bush was jet black and quite thick. She covered her mound with her palm and looked at me.

"I never expected this to happen -- not today anyway. I would have shaved, but no one has seen me there in so long so I don't usually bother," she said, sounding embarrassed.

I took her hand and eased it away from her wet pussy. Her full lips glistened with her juice. I ran my thumb over them. She moaned and slid forward on the couch. When I pressed down on her clit with my thumb and began rubbing it up and down she writhed a little.

"Oh god... Nick," she moaned as she arched her back.

I squeezed Andrea's ass in my hands and bent down closer to her juicy pussy. When I ran my tongue over her lips to her clit she cried out and grabbed me by the head, pushing my mouth against her. I pushed my tongue in her as my nose hit her pink button. I could taste her sweet nectar and feel it begin to run down my chin.

"Shit... that feels wonderful, Nick," she said in a series of heavy breaths.

I slid a finger deep in Andrea and began sucking on her clit. I felt her squeeze my finger hard as she came, thrusting her hips up to meet my finger and probing tongue. When she came for the second time my mouth and chin were covered with her tasty juice. I licked my lips as I looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed and she was running her fingers over her dripping pussy, spreading her juice around.

I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. When I laid Andrea down on her back on the couch and unzipped my jeans she knew what I wanted. She reached up and held my wrist as I began tugging at my jeans.

"Let's go upstairs," she suggested.

I got up and pulled at Andrea's hand, bringing her to her feet. I zipped my jeans again and fastened the button as I watched her breasts sway and jiggle when she stood up. I pulled her to me and kissed her, letting her taste her juice on my lips. She licked her lips and smiled. I held her hand and began walking up the stairs with her.

Once we got to Andrea's bedroom I pushed the door open and brought her inside. Despite being as horny as she was, I could tell she was also nervous. I was too. I smiled and cupped her chin in my hands and softly kissed her wet lips, then brushed her hair back over her shoulders.

"I've wanted you for so long," I told her.

Andrea smiled. Even though she had known that for a long while she still seemed pleased to hear me say it. I reached around her and undid the button on her skirt, then unzipped it. With a gentle tug it slid over the curve of her hips and down her legs till it was around her feet. She stepped out of it, supporting herself on my shoulders.

"Aren't you a little over-dressed for the occasion?" she joked, toying with the button of my jeans.

I smiled and let my arms go limp at my sides, signaling for her to undress me. Andrea seemed slightly nervous as she unzipped my jeans, but when she pulled them down and saw my hard cock tenting my underwear she smiled. After giving me another shy glance she slid my underwear down, tugging the waistband away from me to free my cock. It rose and swelled until the mushroom-shaped head was pointing up towards her.

"I had forgotten how hard young men get," she said, staring at my shaft.

I took Andrea's hand and urged her to wrap her soft fingers around my cock. She gave it a squeeze, then a few slow strokes.

I stepped out of my underwear and jeans then kicked them aside. I could feel my cock bob and sway as I moved. Andrea's wide eyes never left it, even when I tugged at her wrist, bringing her over to her bed. I laid back on it, drawing her down beside me. I kissed her mouth and moved between her soft legs. She opened them for me and bent her knees.

"I'm not on The Pill or anything, so you'll have to --"

"I know... it's okay," I reassured her. "I'll be careful."

Andrea smiled and I heard her let out a faint laugh. "I don't know how we'd explain to Brian that he's going to have a brother or sister and you're the father," she said with a smile.

I ran my hands up Andrea's smooth thighs to her hips. I gripped them harder as the head of my cock slid into her wet pussy. She felt hot and tight. As my rod sank deeper into her she moaned and squeezed me harder deep inside her. When I began thrusting my hips and working my cock in and out of her she closed her eyes and arched her back, letting out a louder moan.

"You feel so good, Nick..." she sighed.

I reached up and squeezed her left breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple as I worked my shaft faster in her tight walls.

"You look so sexy when you're horny," I told her.

Andrea smiled and ran her hand up and down my right thigh. "I haven't been this horny in so long," she said in ragged breaths. "Fuck me harder, Nick... please."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Holding onto Andrea's hips I lifted her from the bed a ways and began pumping my cock harder and faster. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Our moans and cries of pleasure filled the room. I could feel her juice coating my balls and running down them. Andrea rubbed her swollen clit and squeezed her left breast while I fucked her hard, watching her writhe beneath me.

When Andrea came I felt her grip my cock harder. The feeling was wonderful, but it brought me closer to orgasm -- too close for me to remain inside her. Andrea watched as I slid my cock from her dripping pussy. My shaft was shiny and wet with her juice. I began stroking it, watching her play with herself.

"Cum on me, Nick... I want it all over me," she moaned.

I moved closer to her, just as the first rope of cum shot from my swollen cock. It splashed over her breasts and chin. Andrea moaned again. She began smearing my cum over herself, not stopping as I sprayed her with three more streams of my thick jism. It landed on her hand and stomach. She began spreading it over herself, stopping briefly to taste it on her fingers.

Andrea was still caressing her breasts and rubbing my cum over them and her stomach when I rolled over beside her. I kissed her cheek. It was hot and red, much like mine felt. She turned her head towards me and smiled.

"You're a wonderful lover." Andrea ran her fingertips down my cheek to my lips.

"That's because I had a wonderful partner," I told her.

"Hold me," Andrea said, cuddling-up to me.

I wrapped my arms around Andrea and pulled her close, feeling our juices on her soft, warm body. I kissed her forehead as I stroked her back.

"Brian will be here tomorrow, so we'll have to be good," she said, sounding disappointed.

"I know."

"But after he goes back..." she continued, giving me a foxy grin.

"After he goes back I'm going to be tempted to move in with you," I joked.

"I hope you plan on eating more than just my chocolate chip cookies." Andrea gave me a wide smile and winked.

"You can count on it," I promised her. 



Pleasing Angel



It had been about two weeks since Angel's gangbang. Her sexual appetite seemed to have increased since that fateful night. I was kept very busy spending a lot of time sucking her sweet pussy nightly which I loved to do. She had multiple orgasms but never seemed to quite get enough. 

Due to my erection difficulties from the radiation treatment of my prostate cancer, I still could not get hard enough to penetrate her. I used my mouth and hands to keep her happy. She never complained but I felt she missed the hard cocks she had experienced that night at the strip club. 

She would suck me off two or three times a week which was about all I was capable of doing but deep down inside, I knew she wanted more fucking, and more sucking cock, which she loved.

What to do, what to do. I loved her deeply, I knew she loved me, and our life together was wonderful but I couldn't help but feel guilty about not giving her all the sex she needed. 

She had two previous marriages and both had not been very fulfilling, sexually or otherwise. She had told me that I had opened her up (so to speak) to a whole new world of sexuality. She loved our adventures, going to the Valentine's Fetish Ball as a sea captain with his captive mermaid, occasional visits to a local S & M club for some kinky play, playing dress up all day and various sexual games. 

Still, I couldn't help but feel she was missing the deep penetration pleasures she had experience with her ex-black master Ron and his friends. I decided to broach the subject on the weekend.

That next Saturday after dinner I asked, "Do you miss those hard cocks you had at the strip club when you had your gangbang baby?" 

"Well," she replied, "I'd be lying if I said no, but you are all I need honey, it was exciting but so are you."

"I have never seen you cum so hard, long or often as I did that night my love, and was wondering if maybe you felt a little deprived or depraved?" I asked jokingly. 

She looked at me, smiled and asked teasingly, "Are you sure you're not the one missing the excitement? The thrill of seeing your woman ravished by a group of men before your very eyes, the humiliation of being dressed likes a sissy and serving me and my lovers?"

It was a fair question. Was that it? Was I projecting my own dark, perverted needs on to her? Hmm, maybe I was, but was playing my dark little games worth the risk of losing her? 

Make no mistake; everything I have ever read or heard regarding the subject of cuckolding, speaks of the many risks of this lifestyle. Casual sex with men seems to come more naturally. With women, it's a different matter. Their emotions can get all tangled up with the excitement of sex. They love with their minds and bodies at the same time where men seem to have an easier time separating the two. 

I decided to drop the subject when she said. "I'll tell you what, my little sissy cuckold, (she knew just how to push my buttons), if I decide I want some big, hard cock, I will let you know." I could feel my cock tingle as she said the words.

Later that night, while she was sucking and playing with my cock she started teasing me. "Such a little insignificant cock, or maybe we should call it a peewee, it's not a big, hard cock like Ron or his friends have. "Maybe I should call him and line up another session?" she teased, "I'm sure he and his buddies would be very pleased. He emails me two or three times a week, you know, is that what you want baby?" 

As she talked, she stroked my cock, giving me a wicked smile. I could feel my orgasm approaching, Oh god; her words were turning me on, making me cum. I shot like a fountain. "My, my" she said, "Isn't that interesting"? , wiping the cum that had landed on my stomach with her finger and feeding it between my lips.

For the next several weeks we would periodically use the "Black Master & Friends Cuckold Fantasy" as part of our sex play. I would speak to her while manipulating her clit and pussy. I would say, "Oh baby, I love to see you taking those cocks. I like to watch you suck on one while riding the other. You can barely get your mouth around it. I don't know how you can take it so deep in your throat without choking. I love seeing you pussy stretch to its limits from receiving their huge dicks. You get so hot. I get so turned on watching you cum again and again. How I wish I could give you the deep penetration you so need and deserve".

I could feel you cumming as I spoke to you and played with your sweet cunt. Then, finally after two or three orgasms you would lay next to me, drained and satisfied. I enjoyed using various fantasies to please you. Like the "Soup de Jour". Each day we would explore a different fantasy. 

You used the same technique on me. Whispering sweet words in my ear as you stroked my cock. "I think I'll call Ron today. I really need some big, hard cocks. You don't mind, do you? After all, you can't expect a woman to just have oral and digital sex all the time, can you? I need to be stretch out. I need to feel a big cock, deep inside me where you could never reach. You don't mind, do you? Why don't you call Ron and ask him and his friends to come by? I'll let you watch, and if you are real good, you can clean me up after they have cum in me. OK?" 

OK? OK? She knew by my rising orgasm it was ok. She knew by the way I would shoot my cum high in the air and watching it land all over me, it was OK. She's got my number.