0 comments/ 53469 views/ 2 favorites The Appointment By: SpankerSam Her hands were sweating. She looked down at her legs and noticed that her legs were shaking too. Glendora looked out the window as she rode the bus to her appointed stop. "Oh Master! Why couldn't you be here with me?" Glendora was dressed as her Master had told her to dress. She wore the black dress he loved. Her shoes were the open sandals that showed off her sexy toes. Beneath it she wore her thong. Even now she could feel how wet she was becoming. Her bra had holes where her nipples poked thru. She felt like everyone on the bus knew what she was thinking and feeling. The bus pulled up to her stop and she got off. Walking the two blocks, she walked up to the door with the address she was told to look for. Standing at the door, Glendora lifted her hand to knock. She was told not to ring the bell. Her hand was shaking so hard, she closed her hand into a fist. She felt her nails dig into her palm. Just as she was about to lift her hand again to knock, the door opened. Standing before her was the woman her Master had told her to meet. Glendora had only conversed with the woman 4 times. She was here because her Master wanted her here. The woman was black. She was 57 years old. She had a nice figure and a very pretty smile. "I guess that your name is Glendora? I've talked with your Master. Please come in?" Glendora walked into the woman's apartment on shaky legs. The woman's apartment was very neat and clean. She handed Glendora a drink. "Your Master said that you enjoyed a rum and coke." Glendora looked from the woman to the glass. "Don't worry," she said with a laugh. "I am not going to give you anything to hurt you." Saying that, the woman took the glass and took a big gulp then handed the drink to Glendora. Glendora sipped the drink "I will stop saying your Master and will just refer to him as Master. Master told me that one of your fantasies was to be made to service a woman at his command. Is that right?" Glendora looked up at the woman. "Yes." Her voice was whisper quiet. "Well Glendora, I am the woman he chose to have you service. I am very clean and very discrete. But I have his assurance that you will do as I tell you to. You will obey me won't you Glendora?" Glendora opened her mouth to reply. But no sound would come out. There was no question as to whether she would obey or not. She already knew by the fact that she sat before her that she would obey this woman. The phone rang and the woman walked to get it. Glendora couldn't help but watch the soft sway of her wide hips. She wore a tight dress that showed off her shape. At least Master had picked a woman who looked very appealing to Glendora. The woman turned as she talked and looked directly at Glendora. "Yes, she's sitting here right now. Would you like to talk to her?" she held the phone out to Glendora and smiled as Glendora walked toward her. Glendora took the phone and gasped as she heard Master's voice on the phone. He said only a few words to her. "Don't embarrass me! You know what I expect from you. Sylvia will not hurt you. But she will enjoy you. Is that understood slut?" Glendora swallowed the lump that was in her throat. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted him there. But she knew that he was testing her. Was she his slave or wasn't she? She looked at Sylvia, and answered him. "Yes Master. I won't disappoint you. I will do whatever she tells me to. Bye Master." Glendora hung up the phone and turned to Sylvia. Sylvia caressed her face. "Such a sweet young thing. Are you ready for me, my sweet?" Glendora shivered as Sylvia slid her hands down across Glendora's tits. Sylvia lifted Glendora's head up to look at her. "Master told me that you are a hot, nasty little slut. He told me how you lick his asshole and take his entire dick down your throat. Well, I have a very wet pussy that would love your attention." Glendora watched as Sylvia hiked her skirt up. The panties she wore had a split up the middle. Sylvia had worn a pair of high heels to meet Glendora. She sat in the chair and spread her legs wide. "Now slut, come show me how well you use your tongue." Glendora's hand shook as she set her drink down. She turned to look at Sylvia. The woman had a very hairy cunt. "Get over here and lick me. Now!" Glendora shook as she walked closer to the woman. She could feel the lips of her pussy throbbing. Obediently she knelt before the woman. Sylvia lifted her leg and pulled the swollen lips of her pussy open. It smelled sweet from the douche she had used. Grabbing Glendora by the back of her neck, she pulled her in close. Glendora couldn't believe how wet Sylvia already was. Like a hungry bitch dog in heat, Glendora licked and sucked Sylvia's pussy. Both women moaned as the smell, juice and lust grew intense. Before she allowed Glendora to bring her to a climax, Sylvia stopped her. Glendora groaned in frustration. Her own pussy was throbbing like crazy. "That was very good. Your Master was right when he told me that you were a very eager cunt-licker. Now take the rest of your clothes off and let me see what you look like." Glendora stood up. She could feel the cream from Sylvia's cunt drip down her chin. Her hands shook, but this time it was with passion. Sylvia stared at her as she undressed. Glendora watched the older woman. Her breath caught in her throat as Sylvia, her eyes glued on Glendora, slowly fingered her pussy. Glendora soon stood before the older woman as naked as the say she was born. Sylvia licked her lips in anticipation of the fun to come. "Damn! You are one fine healthy whore. I'm gonna have to thank your Master in a special way for sending you to me. Come over here and let me look at you." Glendora stood before the woman. Sylvia let her hands roam over Glendora's body. Glendora shook when the woman's fingers slid inside her dripping cunt. "You're a wet little bitch! Bend over and spread your cheeks." Glendora spread her legs for balance and bent at the waist. Then grasping a cheek in each hand, she spread them wide. "Oh! You've got a very dark asshole. Has Master fucked you in the ass yet?" Glendora was about to answer when she felt Sylvia's fingertip rubbing her asshole. Trembling too much to answer right away, Glendora felt the finger slide in about two inches. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. "Well? I asked you a question you cheap little slut. Has master fucked you in this tight asshole yet?" Glendora was breathing very hard. She swallowed then whispered her answer. "Yes." Sylvia shoved her entire finger in and Glendora screamed. "When you answer me you piece of shit, I want whole sentences. And you address me as Miss." Glendora was shaking so hard, she thought she might fall. "Yes Miss. Master shoved his fat dick all the way up my ass." Sylvia pulled her finger out and Glendora moaned. "What else does your Master do to you?" Afraid that Sylvia might know everything that Master does to her, she began to tell her. "He calls me at work and makes me cum while he talks dirty to me. Then I have to go into the bathroom and finger myself till I cum. I also have to drink some of my pee every time I go." Glendora felt a warm breeze blowing between her crack. "Don't move." Sylvia bent her head and Glendora almost screamed. The older woman was using her tongue on Glendora's asshole. Just licking around the rim at first, she became more insistent as the tip pushed deeper in. in no time flat, Glendora was moaning and pushing her ass back hard to meet the driving tongue. Sylvia had a very long tongue. It felt like it was in her ass at least two inches. Only Master had ever tongue fucked her ass this way. then Glendora felt Sylvia's fingers sliding into her cunt. The sensations were too much for the young slut. "I'm gonna cum if you keep it up Miss. Can I cum, please?" Sylvia pulled her tongue and her fingers from Glendora's shaking body. "No bitch, you can't cum yet. If you do, I'll send you home and tell your Master what a disappointment you were to me." Glendora was kept in that position for a few minutes. The throbbing in her pussy was incredible. Only master had ever made her feel this way before. Sylvia walked around to her front and made her stand up. They were looking into each other's eyes. "Kiss me." It was an order Glendora couldn't resist. Her arms went around Sylvia as their lips met. The older woman's softer tits pressed into Glendora's harder ones. When the kiss broke, Sylvia held her close as she whispered in her ear. "Do you like the taste when Master makes you taste your piss?" Glendora felt like she would cum any minute. "Uhuh. I mean yes Miss." Sylvia moaned into her ear. "And have you been drinking lots of water all morning?" "Yes Miss." "Would you let me drink it too?" Sylvia could feel the young woman trembling. "Yes Miss. If you wanted to?" Sylvia hugged Glendora tight. Then grabbing her hand pulled her into her bedroom. Sylvia lay on the bed on her back. She made Glendora straddle her head. Holding the young woman by her hips, Sylvia slowly lowered Glendora's cunt down to her mouth. That incredibly long tongue felt even longer as it worked in and out of her pussy. Glendora couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of release, she came. Her hot crème flooded Sylvia's mouth and the older woman sucked it like a hungry dog. Then Glendora felt the woman fasten her lips on her clit. Just like Master did when he wanted to drink from her, Sylvia sucked hard as she pulled on the sensitive button. Shaking with lust, Glendora felt her damn break. Sylvia, her mouth pressed hard against Glendora's cunt swallowed as fast as she could. To her credit, she didn't waste a drop. Glendora didn't know how the woman was able to drink so much. When Sylvia urged Glendora to get up, the poor young woman was shaking so much she could hardly move. "Did you like that, Glendora?" Glendora was so drained, all she could do was nod her head. Sylvia kissed her on the lips. "Don't worry sweet baby, you'll do the same thing for me later." Sylvia got up and went to her closet. When she turned around, she held a strapon dick in her hand. It was about the same size as Master's. looking closer, Glendora saw that there was an equal amount of dick on both sides of the leather that held it. She watched fascinated as Sylvia pushed one end up into her cunt as she strapped it on. Then with about 8 inches of fake dick sticking out she advanced on Glendora. "Open wide you hot slut. I'm gonna fuck that sweet pussy." Obediently, Glendora opened her legs. Sylvia got between them and pointed the dick at Glendora's pussy. Glendora was shaking. Suddenly Sylvia shoved the dick in and fucked the young girl fast and hard. Master only fucked her this way when he was punishing her. But this woman didn't know that. The fake dick hurt Glendora. But true to her Master, she didn't utter a sound. Suddenly the woman held onto Glendora and rolled over. "Now fuck it. Work your nasty pussy up and down and fuck it. And no matter what happens, you had better not turn your head around. Do you understand me you pig fucker?" Glendora, her eyes showing he fright nodded her head yes. She didn't know what was about to happen but she didn't like the way it sounded. Then she heard the door open behind her. when she went to turn her head, the woman slapped her face. "I said don't move bitch!" Glendora felt a hand rubbing her back. Then it slid down to the crack of her ass and a finger pushed in. She grunted but kept working her pussy up and down on the dildo. "A friend of mine sent this slut over for me to fuck. I invited you to fuck her too. Why don't you shove your fat dick up her ass while she fucks my strapon?" Sylvia pulled Glendora down on her and reaching down spread her cheeks apart. Glendora felt the man get up on the bed and lean against her back. She was shaking so hard. She didn't expect this to happen. the woman grabbed her and kissed her hard. "Now you slut fucker, my boyfriend is gonna fuck you in that big ass of yours. You had better not give us any trouble." Glendora felt the man spreading some kind of gel around her asshole. "Please Ms. Let me go to the bathroom first?" Sylvia laughed. "If you have to shit, he'll plug your hole for you. if you have to piss, do it while I'm fucking this pussy. Your Master told me what a nasty little whore you are." Glendora felt the man push the head of his dick against her asshole. She tensed up in anticipation. The man slapped her across the ass. Just as she cried out, he pushed the big fat head of his dick in her. Glendora cried as he worked his dick in deeper. Master's dick never hurt her asshole this much. Oh if only he were here. She could go thru all this if she had him for strength. The man behind her was grunting as he fucked her ass. She could feel both dicks rubbing against each other. Suddenly the man grabbed her by her nipples and pulled her over. She lay on top of him on her back. Sylvia pulled the strapon off and made Glendora suck it clean. Then she climbed up on the bed. "Now you hot slut, it's time for you to drink my pussy. And you had better have more hot piss to give me to. The woman placed her pussy over Glendora's mouth. Just as she lowered her pussy down, she began to suck Glendora's cunt again. With the fat dick pulsing in her ass, she couldn't help but let her piss shoot from her pussy. Just as the woman began to drink, she flooded Glendora's mouth with her own hot seed. Then the man whispered in Glendora's ear. "You made me proud! I'm glad to tell the world you're my slave." It was her Master! Glendora sucked the woman so hard she screamed. Glendora was so happy that the man fucking her ass was her Master. She wanted to finish drinking Sylvia so she could talk to him. As soon as Sylvia lifted herself off of them, Master rolled her back over on her stomach. "Now Slave, give your ass to your Master the way he loves it. Glendora got up on her knees and pushed her ass back every time Master plunged his dick in. Nothing had ever felt so good to her. Her master was fucking her in the ass. "Oh Master! I've missed you so. But I did what you told me to do. I came here and pleased her just like you wanted me to. Fuck my ass Master. Please let me please you?" Sylvia grabbed a dildo and was busy fucking her own pussy as she watched. "Get over here and lick my asshole you old slut. And when I take my dick out of this slave's ass, both of you will get on your knees and clean it. Glendora smiled as she heard these words. Master had always threatened to make her do just that. Somehow, with Sylvia as his slave doing it too, it didn't seem so bad. In fact, she wanted to do it. What would he make her do next? The Appointment I arrived at my accountant’s office in plush new office park and took in the grandeur of the onyx tinted, glass-walled buildings and the impressive gardens and fountains. When I entered the lobby of the wing his office was in, my cell phone went off. Annoyed, I looked down to find that it was my accountant. I answered the phone as I stepped into the anteroom of his offices and smiled as I teased the receptionist by talking to her on the phone for several moments before she finally realized I was actually standing in front of her. she had called to cancel out meeting—ten minutes before it was to start. She smiled up at me demurely and apologized for the SNAFU. I smiled down at her wishing that she would find a creative way to make it up to me. She was a small-packaged goddess. Probably in her mid twenties; long blond hair; shapely legs revealed by a well-cut, but professional skirt; her breasts were small, but very well-shaped as was the rest of her body; and she had a sporty flair to her that seemed to promise fun. She seemed to read my mind, or at least follow my eyes. “Mr. Kirshner apologizes for the last minute cancellation, but as you may have heard he has been recruited to solve the city budget problems and one of the commission meetings has run over. He has instructed me to reschedule the appointment and to offer a small token of his condolence. . .” My imagination got the best of me and my minds eye watched as she slipped seductively from her desk chair, turned the door lock, and shrugged out of her dapper business dress revealing a well-curved body barely contained in ruby red lingerie. . . “. . .If you have a block open this afternoon or this evening he would like to buy you drinks and a meal and he wanted me to pass this on to you.” Her hand brushed my wrist as she handed me a small gift envelope. The touch was electrifying. “I highly recommend them. They are located right here in our building. It is the most relaxing time you will ever experience. Would you like for me to book you an appointment? Since you are now free, I can probably convince them to fit you in. It just so happens that my sister is on staff there, and might I say, you uhhm,” she glanced at the erection in my chinos, “look like you need to relax.” The information was passing me in a blur. I opened the envelope and saw a gift certificate for $75.00 to an exclusive day spa. I had heard their commercials on the radio, but assumed it was for women. I did not look forward to a facial and pedicure. I decided I had nothing to lose and the whole afternoon open, since I had predicted it would take a number of hours for my accountant to make sense out of my taxes. “That sounds like an excellent idea. Just have Mr. Kirshner send me a voice-mail when he is returns. Tell him I will be downstairs at the spa.” The receptionist seemed to flash me a devilish smile as she quickly made arrangements and sent me on my way. I entered the spa unsure what to expect since it was my first visit. They were complete professionals and ushered me into relaxation smoothly and efficiently. I had barely handed my voucher to the receptionist, and suddenly I was relaxing in a steam-bath, dressed in the plushest robe that had ever touched my skin, enjoying the tingling coolness of fresh kiwi slices on my eye-lids, and sipping chilled champagne from an elegant flute. No wonder women loved this place. After relaxing completely, I was escorted to another room by a very lovely young lady. She seemed to be a slightly older and more elegant version of my accountant’s office manager. I wondered if this was her sister. She had a slight Nordic accent, so I wasn’t sure. I had failed to catch her name. She helped me slide up and onto the massage table, lit several candles, and turned on a sound system that emitted the smooth flowing conjugation of light jazz and a babbling brook. She dim the lights as she slipped out of the room. Within moments I was drifting off to sleep. I awoke with a start as I felt a warm hand, smooth with oil work slowly and languidly from my ankle to my buttocks. It was then that I realized I was completely naked, except for a small sheet that was draped over the middle of my body. When she worked both my legs and lower back, her hands slipped smoothly and naturally beneath the sheet arousing me only slightly because of the state of rest my body had assumed under her skilled touch. I could barely open my eyes, but when I did I saw that my Nordic goddess was the one with the skilled hands. I sighed with pure bliss as a stunning woman gave me a fantastic massage. She had to wake me when it was time for me to roll over. Within moments, my anatomy got the best of me and my erection made a great, big tent out of the sheet she had used to keep my privates covered. She smiled at me and whispered that it was a perfectly natural reaction and that I could pleasure myself as she finished the massage. I decided to take her up on it, and she moved her hands in slow circles around my pelvis while I did the dirty work. She let me lift up the sheet and service myself. She seemed to act indifferent to the sight of my erection. I pumped it and she swirled her hands a bit faster and a bit closer, but I had difficulty cumming. She was now eyeing my stiff erection with mild interest. The harder I pumped and the more her hands swirled along my thighs and abdomen, the thicker my cock became. I began to moan slightly in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I could not make myself cum. She moved very quietly to the door and slipped the lock shut, then she returned smiling and turned up the music slightly. She poured warm oil all over my cock and I started pumping and stroking it with more effort. I felt and odd sensation and looked down to see that her hands had begun to swirl very rapidly along my thighs and with each pass she brushed the base of my cock and balls with her long fingernails. Still I did not cum. Soon her skilled hands roamed nearly everywhere along the front of my body. She squeezed my nipples and encouraged me to cum. She would stop occasionally and bend down toward my pumping fist and lick her lips teasingly while winking at me. Despite her seductive coaxing, I couldn't make myself cum. I had gone through the dollop of oil she had given me and the friction began to burn. She saw the problem and uncapped her bottle of oil and poured the silky stuff all over my erection for me while I stroked. She reached down and cupped my balls in her palm and squeezed them gently as she watched me resume stroking my oil-slicked cock. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and the next thing I knew, she pushed my hands away and began to pump it quite expertly. I decided to push the envelope and caressed her legs while she worked. Her breathing quickened so I slid my hands further along her legs and under her skirt. When I started to slide my hand under her panties she smiled down at me and said, "We could get in a lot of trouble for this. . .your not a cop are you?" I did my best to reassure her, but she decided to error on the side of caution and kept moving away whenever my fingers tried to hook under her panties. I tried a different tact and stopped caressing her buttocks and inner thighs and moved down her legs to the erogenous zone just behind her knee. I let my arms drop to the side of the table so that her pelvis pushed on my forearms and biceps as she bent forward to stroke my cock. I rubbed her calves tenderly and she seemed to like the contact. I felt her legs spread, so I slid my palm along the inside of her leg, enjoying the firm curves of her legs hidden just beneath her stockings. I moved my hand further under her skirt and I started fondling her rump as she bent over me, now pumping with both hands double clutching my stiff rod quite expertly. Soon she became aroused enough to indulge. She smiled down at me and slipped her hands from cock long enough to unfasten her skirt and drape it over a nearby chair. I slipped my hand under her panties and teased her pussy. She moaned and leaned against the table, rocking slightly on her feet with her eyes closed. Her hands had stopped stroking my cock. They just rested there squeezing the stiff length occasionally as I slid a finger deep inside her and wiggled it slightly, probing for an angle to reach her G-spot. She moaned as I explored her soft, saturated folds. Soon she was grasping my cock stiffly and rocking back and forth on her feet as my finger wiggled further up and began stroking her g-spot right where she stood. After a little more pleasure she resumed pumping my cock in both hands, spinning her wrist slightly with each stroke. I felt my meat thicken and veins spasm. I was about to cum. “Ohh no you don’t. You started this and you are going to finish it,” she chided me as she grabbed the base of my cock in one hand and the rim of my balls in the other and squeezed them tightly. The pressure shut off my orgasm and nearly deflated my cock. The sensation was pleasurable, but nearly blanked me out. I suddenly realized that my Nordic goddess was skilled in the Tantric Arts. She moved to the top of the table. As she started working my shoulders, her thighs pressed against the sides of my face. I parted her thighs a bit more and pushed my face forward. As she kept rubbing my chest, I rubbed my chin against her pussy and tried to pull her panties down. She slid forward and started to pump my cock in both oily hands as I struggled with her panties. When I reached up to just pull them off, she pushed my arms down and climbed further up on the table. She pinned my arms with her knees. It drove me insane having her lap hovering over my hungry mouth. I could smell her excitement. She was moaning and pumping my cock with her hands and would occasionally grind her pelvis in my face giving me a mouthful of wet panties. She flipped the sheet off and bent further over me. I nearly exploded when I felt her mouth move on my cock. I pulled her panties down and grabbed her ass cheeks, clutching them in my fingers and trying to pull her naked twat to my hungry lips. At first I thought she was completely shaved, but then I realized that her pubis was a neatly trimmed triangle of fine blond silk. I lifted my head so that my neck was cradled in the sling of her panties and began twirling my tongue like a machinist drill in her lovely sweet trove. She moaned around my cock and slid her hot mouth down deeper. I could feel her clutching lips around the base and began orgasm as she vibrated her throat and mouth muscles. I slid one finger deep inside her anus and fiddled her G-spot from the rear as I sucked on her pert clitoris and twirled my tongue deep inside her. Her limbs flopped on me as we came together. I gushed hot cum like a fountain into her retreating mouth and she choked on the white cream flowing in streams in her locked jaws. She scooted her wet gash on my face and a flood of ejaculate from her urethra squirted into my mouth and across my nose. It tasted like melon juice, and I lapped it up like a hungry cat. We rested for a moment and then she reached for the steamed cloths to clean our bodies. A devilish smile reached her lips as the warm cloth rejuvenated my erection. I lifted her up on the table and pushed her legs back until her heels were against her thighs. I leaned forward and moved my waving erection between her legs. My cock slid easily inside her and I pleasured her with alternate jabs and plunges while standing beside the table. I slid my hand between our thrusting bodies and flicked my thumb along her clit. Soon we were moaning so loud that she pulled me and kissed me deeply so that we did not alarm the staff of the spa. We came a few moments later when I lifted her buttocks slightly and angled the hood of my cock against her G-spot. I tipped her handsomely and she slipped me her business card. I looked at the card after I had dressed. On the back was her home phone number along with a quickly jotted note. “I share a condo with my sister—we enjoy sharing. Call us.” I decided as I left, that I was not paying my accountant enough. The Appointment I have this problem. I can achieve a HARD, but can't maintain it! So I set up an appointment with my doctor who happens to be a very attractive female! I was nervous! But, felt like she could help with my problem! I got to the doctor's office, and naturally had to wait! I asked for the latest appointment I could get. They close at 5pm. My appointment was set for 4:30. I was getting restless. People coming out of the office, in a hurry to get out of there. Finally I was called back. It was 5:15 by this time. I was directed to a room. The DOCTOR will be with you in a moment, they said as they closed the door. I sat there another 15 minutes. The door finally opened, then closed back slightly. I could hear the conversation. I was the last person today. The person that directed me to this room received a phone call that her child was sick. She wanted to know if the DOCTOR would "LOCK_UP". She said she would! With that she came in and closed the door. How are you today!? She said with a smile. What seams to be the problem? Must be personal didn't want to discuss it on the phone with my secretary! My face turned RED. I'm having trouble DOC. What kind of trouble she asked? It's kinda embarrassing. She came over to me and patted my hand. It's ok, I'm a doctor. I've heard it all. WELL doc. She stopped me. Listen you been coming here for quite some time, lets drop the doc. and call me GAIL. She was trying to ease the situation. But with that low cut blouse on, I was feeling a rising in my trousers. I had always been attracted to her, but never said anything to her, other than a flirting remark or two. I said, I'm having trouble with my my PENIS. She never blinked an eye. What kind of trouble she asked? It's about my ERECTION. She looked up from her writing. You can't achieve an erection? Is that your problem she asked? NO! NO! I can get an erection, I just can't keep it for very long! She put her tablet down, walked over to me and said "drop your pants" I have to examine you to see if I see anything visually wrong with your PENIS! She said don't be embarrassed, I am a doctor you know! I eased my pants off, hung them on the chair, then got back on the examining table. She smiled and said "You have to remove your underwear also. I started to get up! She stopped me! Just lie back, I'll take them off she said, "I can see that your nervous! " With that I lay back, raised my ass off the table, and she removed my underwear. By this time I was standing tall. She said " It looks good to me " She was rubbing her hand up and down my COCK. I said " what are you doing?" She said just checking for injuries or strains. After a couple of minutes of this, I felt her breath on my COCK. I jumped, She said relax, I'm just getting a closer look at your MANHOOD! I must say it looks VERY HEALTHY to ME! Then it happened. She kissed my COCK! I flinched! She said " just lay back, I have to do this to see if it goes down" I said "OH OK" I'm watching for reaction to STIMULATION. She licked it. Then I heard her move away from me. I couldn't tell what she was doing, but she was moving around a lot! The next thing I know, she is climbing up on the table with me. She is naked as the day is long! She said I've been wanting to do this for a long time! With that she guided my LOVE MUSCLE into her already HOT, WET, WANTING PUSSY! She moaned as it entered into her STEAMY HOLE! She felt so good and tight! I said BUT, BUT... she stopped me! That will come later she smiled as she rode my COCK like a BRONCO! She just smiled down at me and said " I'll stop if you don't want me to do this! " NO! NO! I'm sure this is some form of medical procedure, I like it so far! Is it ok if I grab your breasts, I mean they are hanging in my face! Sure! that's part of the procedure also! I cupped her swollen nipples in my hand. She moaned as I squeezed them between my fingers. She had some mighty fine, firm, full breasts. LICK them she said! SUCK them. Not wanting to interfere with the procedure I did as I was told! She started moaning more now and started FUCKING my dick harder and faster. I knew she was getting close to ORGASM, so I bit her nipples. This sent her over the edge! She CAME. I could feel her PUSSY contracting on my dick, as she slowly eased off of my still hard dick! \ I don't see anything wrong with your DICK. You are still hard! How would you like to EAT ME!? VERY SLOWLY I said! She pulled me off the table. Then she got up on the table. She scooted up to the end of the table, placed her feet in the stirrups, lay back and said "EAT ME " The sweet sweet smell of her LOVE NECTAR, Was great! I began to trace my tongue UP and DOWN her very WET, SLIT. She tasted so good. She managed to tell me between groans, that she hadn't had any for several months! I started FUCKING her with my tongue, deep as I could get it! She was loving it! She somehow managed to get her feet out of the stirrups, and locked around my head, driving my face deep into her PUSSY! My hands were playing with her nipples. My tongue was driving her crazy! She started bucking, Then she came again. Each time I flicked her CLIT, she would jump for joy! With a rapid fire of my tongue, flicking her CLIT, She came again! Then I eased closer and pushed my COCK into her WET PUSSY! It was so WARM and SLICK! After about two minutes of this she said FUCK ME IN THE ASS! I withdrew from her HOT, WET, PULSATING PUSSY and PUSHED into her ASS. She was tight. I went slow until I was all the way inside her ASS. I stayed still, I could feel her ASS muscles adjusting to my COCK! Then I pulled it out to the HEAD. Then pushed it back in her ASS. She was loving every inch and minute of it! Soon she was begging me to FUCK her FASTER and HARDER. I drove into her ASS with reckless abandon, All the while playing with her CLIT. I put more pressure on her clit, she said she was about to CUM again, I wasn't far from mine either. We were both at the edge, and we both CAME at the same time! As I pulled my FLACCID member from her BEAUTIFUL ASS, I watched as my CUM pooled out of her ASS! She raised up from the table. Grabbed my COCK and greedily sucked it into her mouth! Smiling she said "I'm cleaning it up for you " She cleaned me up good! What do you think doct... I mean ELIZABETH!? Smiling she said " You better make several more appointments before I have a medical opinion on that! " I think I may have to do just that! The Appointment The morning after I killed Olivia I tried to figure out what my next step would be. The previous night had been spent stashing away the bodies in the hidden trunk of my Town Car, and setting up Crystal, Mina's house manager, to run the bar for a few days while Mina recovered. After getting her affairs squared away, Mina and I stayed in bed all night and most of the morning. We hardly spoke at all, just touched and loved, and tried to erase the horror we had been through. I'd like to think that this could be the start of something new between us, but I had a funny feeling that Mina wouldn't want to be seeing much of me after today. So what to do next? I sat at the bar with Olivia's purse. Lucky for me she was stupid. She had no wallet or ID, which was a mistake. If you get tangled up with any kind of law enforcement, no ID raises almost as many red flags as an obvious fake ID. She had the usual assortment of feminine accessories, and best of all, a PDA. According to her calendar she had an appointment with 'Jonathan' this afternoon at 3 o'clock. It even had the address on it. Ain't technology grand? I made sure Mina was safe and secure, and set out to keep Olivia's last appointment. The address was in a pricey part of town, and turned out to an old Victorian mansion surrounded by a high stone wall. I pulled up to the speaker in front of the security gate. A female voice asked who I was. Good question. 'Jack Blades, for Jonathan.' I replied. The only answer I got was a buzzing sound as the security gate slid open. I pulled the Town Car through and drove right up to the front door, where a gorilla waited for me. He wasn't really a gorilla, but did a fabulous impression. What is it about hired muscle that precludes any semblance of intelligence? As I got out of the car he was quickly at my side, forcing me up against the car as he expertly frisked me. Maybe this guy wasn't such a monkey after all, he found everything I was carrying, even the ones in the soles of my shoes that noone ever finds. Satisfied that I was now reasonably non-lethal, I was escorted into the house. One look inside told me there was more to this outfit than met the eye. While the outside was ancient and run down, the inside was very modern and well kept. Speaking of well-kept, so was the blonde that monkey-boy handed me off to. Tall, tan, and curvy in all the right places, her straight hair fell just past her shoulders, which were freckled like her chest – what I could see of it over her strapless sundress. 'Jonathan is waiting for you' she said, and I recognized the voice as the one at the gate. 'Thank you' I said as she took my arm and led me into a library. This room looked like it had been lifted whole from the set of 'Masterpiece Theater'. Huge leather chairs, leather bound books everywhere. A well-dressed man, presumably Jonathan, sat behind a desk, which had all of my favorite weapons on it. He stood and gestured to a chair in front of the desk. Not seeming to have a choice, I sat down. The blonde took the chair next to me, while Mighty Joe Young closed the door and stood in front of it. 'I must thank you for keeping our appointment, Mr. Blades', Jonathan said, smiling. 'I'm only here because you had an appointment with the woman I killed last night.' 'Too true', Jonathan replied, 'but there was never any doubt it would be you sitting in that chair today. You are going to be working for me now.' 'I don't remember sending in a resume' I cracked, trying to puzzle out where this was going. 'You've been working for me since the moment you picked up Lauren at Mina's. Lauren and Olivia had become something of a problem in our little organization. I tasked each of them to kill you with no expectation that they would succeed. Thus I have tested your skills, and eliminated two internal problems at the same time.' 'What is it that I am supposed to do for you?' 'I don't know yet. My instructions were merely to secure your services. The people that I answer to will arrive tomorrow to deal with you personally. For tonight, Amanda here will make sure you are comfortable and still among us in the morning.' I turned to look at Amanda, who was already standing up. 'Come with me, I'll show you to your room, then we can get you some dinner.' As I reached the door with the blonde bombshell, Jonathan called out: 'Mr. Blades, you are a guest here, and shall be treated as such, but if you try to leave the house, Rocco here will be waiting to teach you a lesson.' I don't respond well to threats. 'Rocco? Are you fucking kidding me? This ape's name is really Rocco? Am I in a bad movie, or what?' I barked as I launched myself at the goon. This turned out to be a big mistake. Rocco easily deflected my kick, and in moments had me on my knees before him. My head was caught that hold you've seen in movies a thousand times where the hero breaks the bad guy's neck with his bare hands. The problem is, it doesn't really work that way. It just twists your enemy's neck, hurts like hell, and pisses him off. Kind of like how I was pissed off now. I leapt to my feet and in two giant strides grabbed one of my blades from the desk. I turned around just in time to catch Rocco and twist him around into pretty much the same hold he'd had me in. I was pretty sure it would end differently, though, because I had eight inches of razor sharp steel to his throat. I'll tell you another thing that's not like the movies. Cutting a man's throat is not a quick slice across the neck and good night bad guy. It takes muscle and leverage and a willingness to find your self covered in a geyser of blood. Not really my thing. Shifting my grip on the knife, I yanked it upwards, so the blade went up under the chin, through the roof of his mouth and into his brain before he even knew what hit him. I dropped him, still twitching, to the floor and turned to my host. 'I will stay or go as I please. Amanda?' She was right there to lead me away from a very pale Jonathan. I kind of had the idea that Jon hadn't ever seen anything like me before. It made me wonder if he really knew what he was involved in. Then I remembered that I didn't really know what I was involved in. The lovely Amanda took me to a very nice room. It had a huge four poster bed, and connected to a private bath. This would definitely do. As I took in my surroundings, Amanda opened an armoire and selected a few items, which she laid on the bed. 'These should fit you just fine. I'll be back soon with some dinner.' 'Are you locking me in?' 'Yes, but only because I have to' she gave me a dazzling smile and left me to my thoughts. I went into the bathroom and found an enormous sunken hot tub. Thinking that this was just too good to pass up, I started the water running and began to undress. By the time I was ready to get in the tub was full of steaming hot water. Immediately the tensions of the last few days began to leave my body. I don't know how long I sat in the fog before a voice snapped me right back to the moment. 'Now this looks mighty comfortable, may I join you?' Amanda stood in the doorway with a covered tray, which she set on the floor. 'I'm not sure that dress was meant for hot-tubbing.' 'This old thing' she vamped, 'I'll just have to take it off' She slid the dress up over her head, leaving her in a black lacy thong, and slid into water. She pulled me close and lifted her face to mine. As the kiss got more intense, she let out a little moan of contentment. As she crushed her wet naked breasts against me, I briefly thought about the last few women I'd laid and how few of them were still breathing. Then her questing hand found my cock and all such thoughts fled my mind. Amanda was confident in her technique, and her deft fingers quickly brought me to the biggest erection I'd ever had. Not wasting any time, she pushed me back against the wall of the tub and straddled my hips. After guiding me to the edge of her lips, she lowered herself on to me as far as she could. With an almost feline growl she began to writhe against me as my cock slid effortlessly in and out of her. Soon she was shuddering in the throes of her first orgasm. As her passion subsided I found her nuzzled against me, lips to my ear. 'There are cameras and microphones everywhere, I can only talk to you here in the tub. Just listen, don't talk, pretend you're having a good time' Amanda punctuated that last with a tight squeeze of her cunt that electrified my whole body. 'I'm NSA, and I'm here to offer you some help. The belt I left on the bed has a small blade in it, and I managed to get your shoe blades back into your shoes. My unit is waiting for my signal tomorrow to take this whole outfit, so just play along and don't screw it up!' My mind was racing on two levels. First, it seemed that Amanda thought I was a) one of the good guys, and b) much more aware of what was going down here than I was. Second, I was suspicious. I'd never met an agent of any law enforcement willing to fuck to keep their cover. This one was either ambitious or lying, but as long she was handing out weapons, I didn't care for now. I whispered back, 'My unit thanks you' as still sheathed in her I twisted around so that she was against the wall. Bracing my arms on either side of her I started fucking her hard. She smiled and locked her legs around me, matching my every thrust until I finally came, pouring myself into her. After we were done she quickly dressed and left, promising to return. Exhausted from my efforts, I made my way to the bed. After eating the sandwiches Amanda had brought, I climbed in and quickly fell asleep. I was gently awakened by the feel of lips and tongue on cock sometime later. For just a moment I allowed myself to lay back and enjoy the slippery suction as my companion expertly tugged at my balls as she devoured me to the root. I felt my shaft thicken as I began to come, she slowly pushed a finger against and then into my ass, causing me to spasm and come loudly. I lifted the cover to bring Amanda up for air, and was surprised to find it that was not Amanda at all, but a petite redhead that had been going down on me. I scrambled away from the grinning woman, thinking I was seeing a ghost. She was Lauren, somehow returned to life, and that couldn't be good news for me. 'I do look just like my sister Lauren, but my name is Lara' she said, seeing the look of horror on my face. 'You killed my mother and sister, I'd watch my step if I were you, you might get on my bad side. Get dressed, we're late.' Since I didn't have any better ideas, I did what I was told. Lara led me back downstairs to Jonathan's office, where things were very different from the last time I'd been there. Jonathan was beaten, bloodied, bound and gagged, kneeling on the floor in front of the desk with his head bowed. Amanda was chained by her wrists to the wall, naked. She looked like she had been whipped for hours, and her blood flowed freely from several deep gashes on her torso. Behind the desk was a tall muscular man dressed in black tactical gear. He looked like a commando, except for the hilt of a katana peeking up over his shoulder. 'As you can see, there has been a slight change of personnel here this morning.' He said. 'My name is Michael, and I will be taking over here. You will also obey Lara in all things. I have brought you here to show you how we deal with those who fail us.' In one fluid motion, Michael drew the katana and stepped around the desk to Jonathan. With one hand he removed Jonathan's gag and handed him a long vicious dagger. With deadly intent he stared Jonathan in the eyes. 'I give you one chance to redeem yourself. Samurai who had shamed themselves with failure were sometimes given the choice of committing seppuku to restore their family's honor. The shamed one would kneel, as you are kneeling before me, and disembowel himself with a blade much like the one you hold. A comrade or family member would stand behind to act as his second –beheading him before the pain became too great and he further shamed himself with a display of agony. I offer you this opportunity, and would be honored myself to be your second.' Jonathan sat silently, staring at the blade before him. Twice he lifted it and placed the point to his belly, and twice he failed to muster the nerve to follow through. Finally, he stammered, 'I can't.' Michael smiled as he moved behind Jonathan and raised his katana over his shoulder. 'Know this, you pathetic worm – had you committed seppuku this morning, all would have been forgiven and your death would mark the end. For making me execute you like a common dog, your family will also die. Your wife and daughters will entertain me and my men until they beg for death, which we will of course grant them.' Jonathan frantically tried to gain his feet and escape, but Michael was already swinging his great blade, and Jonathan's head rolled to rest at Amanda's feet. Michael cleaned his blade on Jonathan's body, and stepped up to Amanda, who began struggling against her chains. He began to caress her, first her face, then her breasts and then down to her ass. Amanda began to weep as she collapsed against him. He then turned to me. 'The smart thing to do here is to kill Agent Amanda here, but I will give you the opportunity to save her. Take off your clothes and kneel before me.' I didn't like where this was going. I had no weapons, Lara had found and removed them all, and Mikey still had that big ass sword. It seemed like there nothing else to do but play along and hope for an opening. I did what I was told, and Lara came to stand behind me. Michael gave Lara a pistol, which she held to my head. He then sheathed his katana, and opened his pants, revealing a thickly veined cock rising to attention. He stepped in close and Lara forced my head forward until my lips touched his erection. 'You know what to do' he said. I gulped and opened my mouth. He thrust into my throat and what could I do? I started sucking him, running my tongue under the tip of his head, doing all the things that I liked to have done to me. I was trying my best to make him come quickly to get it over with. I tried to look up to see how I was doing, but he was kissing Lara, and had a finger or two buried in her cunt. Lara still had the gun pointed just right, so I couldn't make a move. Michael began to shudder and buckle at the knees, and I braced myself for his come. Mikey had other ideas. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed me by the hair and threw me face down across the desk. Before I could move he was on me, his probing cock roughly violating me as he buried himself in my ass. As he started thrusting into me Lara came around to get her hands on me, stroking me to an erection then relentlessly beating me off until I screamed in orgasm. Meanwhile I could feel every inch of Michael deep inside of me and he pushed again and again until he came in great heaving gasps, spraying his seed into my ass. He roughly yanked himself out of me and pushed me to the floor again. As I lay on the floor, trying to recover my senses Michael tucked himself back into his pants and approached me. 'You are no better than a dog, to allow a man to do these things to you. Kneel before me!' He grabbed me by the hair and forced me into position. 'I will keep my oath to you –Amanda will live. You, Mr. Blades shall not. I give you the same choice I gave Jonathan.' Michael once again produced the dagger and placed in my hands. Big mistake. As Michael reached back to draw his sword, I lunged forward thrusting the dagger up through his crotch. Following the momentum through, I twisted him around so that he formed a shield against Lara's pistol. Mikey was speechless and gasping with the pain of being unmanned. I thought it was kind of neat to have a samurai wannabe on a convenient carrying handle, but I didn't have time to prolong this. With one savage motion I yanked up on the blade, spilling Michael's intestines to the floor. I drew his katana as he fell, waiting for Lara's attack. It never came – she had already fled the room. Seconds later I heard a car start outside, she had made her escape. I turned my attention to Amanda. Taking her down from the wall, I carried her back to the bath we had shared and started the water. Once again I had been cheated of the answers I sought, but this time I may have found myself an ally. For now it was time to tend to our wounds and live to fight another day. The Appointment I walk to the front desk and I pick up the file for my last patient of the day. "The hygienist is almost done with her," the receptionist informs me. "Thank you." I read the name on the file "Stephanie." This woman has perfect teeth and is very beautiful. I poke my head into hygienist room. "Are you done with Stephanie? I am ready for her." "Yes. We're done," the hygienist says. Stephanie gets out of the chair and walks pass me. Oh great, she is wearing a tank top and a summer skirt. Someday, I am going to lose my license. "Hi" as she brushes passes me. As we pass the reception desk, the office manager says, "Good night, doctor. Don't forget to arm the alarm." "Don't worry. Stephanie, I will meet you in the examining room." "Ok." She replies She turns and heads to the examining room. Her teeth are perfect and so is her ass. I can just catch a glimpse of it swinging under her skirt. Turning my attentions to the receptionist, "When is my first appointment in the morning?" "7:30." "Anything else I need to take care of before you leave?" "I left the checks you need to sign on your desk. Sign and mail them." "Ok. Good night." Entering the examining room, I find Stephanie stretched out in the exam chair. Damn, she has nice long legs. I go to the sink, wash my hands and towel them dry. Grabbing a pair examination gloves, I pull them on. "Snap!" Out of the corner of my eye I see Stephanie jump a bit. I pull a stool up to the exam chair and take a seat. The dental assistant pokes her head in. "Are you going to need me, doctor?" "I doubt it. Stephanie's teeth are perfect. Stephanie, any issue we need address?" "No. Everything is fine." She replied. "So, I can leave early." The assistant asks. "I don't see why not. Good night." "Thanks, doctor." "Ok" as I turn my attention to Stephanie and swivel the stool around. As I recline the exam chair, Stephanie slowly settles into the chair. I notice that she is not wearing a bra and her nipples are pert. Being a dentist is one of the few jobs you can incapacitate a woman, place her in a restrictive chair, probe her mouth, inflict a little pain, look down her top, and bill her insurance company for your time. I place the bib chain around her neck and clip it to the bib. Gathering the dental instruments, I place the needed dental instruments on the bib. "So how have you been?" "Good, and yourself?" "I wish all my patients were as easy to work with as you. I doubt I will ever come across a better set of teeth then yours. You are lucky." "Thank you. I have always had a positive experience at the dentist and it makes it important that I take good care of my teeth." Reclining the chair a bit more, I pull on a surgical mask and put on my eye shield. I reach up and focus the light on to her face. She appears very pale under the light. "First I am going to examine your jaws and cheeks externally." I feel around her jaw line and cheeks, checking for any swollen tissue, signs of infection. I find nothing. "All is good." "Turn towards me and open wide." She complies. Picking up the dental pick and mirror, I begin examining her teeth: starting from the back to front, left to right, and top then bottom. Using the probe I look for any visual signs decay or swollen gums. "Have you been flossing?" I will never understand, why I ask questions to someone with a mouthful of fingers. "Ah-huh." "Good. Turn a little more towards me." She complies. "Everything looks good. I don't think we will need x-rays." I return the dental instruments to the bib. "Good, I hate x-rays." I hand her a paper cup of water "Rinse and spit please." She takes the cup from me and sips and spits into the bowl. "Well, keep brushing and flossing and you will not need to have x-rays." She smiles, as I write some notes in her chart. I notice that she is fidgeting a bit. "Turn and open again, I need to examine your gums and tongue. Stick out your tongue." She complies. I grab hold of her tongue with a square of gauze. I pull it out a bit, looking underneath and at the sides. Again all looks normal. "I am glad to see you are not foolish enough to get you tongue pierced, a great way to ruin your teeth. Your tongue looks good." I release her tongue. As she retracts her tongue, I notice that she shyly licked her lips. I tell her to open her mouth again, for a gum examination. Inserting my fingers into her mouth, I notice her eyes close. I begin to examine her gums in the same order as the exam with the dental instruments. As I begin the examination of her gums, she flinches a bit and pushes her hips into the chair. I withdraw my fingers from her mouth. "Does that hurt?" "No. Why?" "Well, you squirmed a bit as I started probing your gums." "Oh, it just tickles a bit." She becomes flush. "Are you ok?" "Yes." As I perform the exam, out of the corner of my eye, I notice that her hands are in her lap and she is pressing into her crotch a bit. I wonder? When I begin examining her lower gums, I notice that she is sliding her tongue along my fingers. This is all getting a bit confusing and I notice that I am getting hard. "Stephanie." She opens her eyes. "Is everything ok?" Again she goes flush and shakes her head 'yes.' "Well, we are almost done." I finish up the exam and I notice her tongue again moving along my fingers. As I remove my fingers from her mouth, her lips close around them and I feel her sucking. Now my cock is even harder. I stand up, looking down at her, "Stephanie." She opens her eyes again and looks at me. "Do you want to suck my cock?" She bites her lip "Yes, Doctor. Please." "Ok." I reply. What am I doing? I think to myself. I am old enough to be her father. She smiles. Well, I would be lying if I said the thought had never crossed my mind before. However, this is very unprofessional. Adjusting the chair, I position her head to be lower then her pussy and the same height of my crotch. This will allow me to fuck her mouth and throat. I would also be lying if I said I have never received a blowjob from a woman in a dental chair. It happened in dental school and I wasn't the only one that found interesting ways to utilize their lab time. You have to see what I can do with a water pick, a suction device, and an electric toothbrush. However, that is for another day. With the repositioning, her panties are exposed. Standing right behind her, I untie my scrubs and pull my cock from my boxers. "Roll your head back and open wide." She reaches her hands back for my cock. "No hands. I want to fuck your mouth." Holding my hard cock, I position my balls over her mouth. "Lick them." She complies and it feels wonderful. It is apparent she is enjoying it also; she is writhing in the chair. "Do you want to touch your pussy while I fuck your mouth?" She nods 'Yes.' "Good. Go ahead." As she slides her hand into her panties, I slip just the head of my cock into her mouth and can feel her tongue stroking me. "Damn that feels good." Pulling my cock from her mouth, I rub it across her lips. I can see that she is rubbing her clit. "Stick your tongue out." She complies and instead of grabbing it with gauze, I slide the head of my cock across it. "I want you to finger your pussy. Two fingers." As she reaches down to insert her fingers, I get a glimpse, she is shaved smooth and my cock throbs. "Fuck yourself hard." I slide about half my shaft into her. I can feel her moans against my cock. I grab her face with my gloved hands and roll her head back; I want to fuck her throat. "Stephanie, I want you to pinch your clit." I see her hands retreat from her pussy and she pinches her clit. Her whole body stiffens and shutters with the pinch. "Again. A bit harder." She moans and squirms. As she releases the pinch, I force my cock to the back of her mouth. Feeling her gag a little, I back out a bit. "Pinch your clit as hard as you can take." She pinches herself hard. As she roles her hips, I shove my cock deeper into her mouth. My cock muffles her moans and gags and I begin to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth and throat. "I want you to fuck yourself and rub your clit. I want you to come and feel your moans around my cock." With my words she moans deeply. I continue fucking her as she fingers herself. As she begins to come, she presses her ass deep in the chair and her hands grind into herself. I feel my come building and let go in her mouth and the back of her throat. She struggles to swallow my load. "Swallow first then you can rinse." I feel her collapsing from her orgasm. Pulling my cock from her mouth, I pull up my scrubs and re-tie them. She just lays there speechless and flush. Taking off the bib, I wipe her lips, as she straightens her panties and skirt. Raising the chair back to the sitting position, I hand her a cup of water "Rinse and spit please." The Appointment Mrs Olivia Williams, twenty seven years old, married to Roderick Williams, forty one years old and highly successful, wealthy banker, pulled her car up outside the address she had written on the back of a rolled up railway ticket. She sat for a moment and stared at the anonymous building that contained the address she was about to enter. She considered not going in but she did. She rang the bell and quickly a friendly, female voice asked her name and she was admitted into a routine looking reception area with seats around the walls; she might have been attending a job interview or going for a dentist's appointment. The young woman, with the name 'Julie' attached to her lapel, was friendly and inviting. She looked down at her appointment book. "Ah yes, Mrs Williams, three o'clock. Do take a seat, Mr James will be with you very soon. Would you like a cup of coffee?" "Oh no, thank you," Olivia replied, quite disarmed by the ordinariness of the place. Another woman, possibly in her thirties, was also waiting, browsing through a magazine. She glanced quickly up at Olivia who met her gaze but could not quite decide what to say and the other woman quickly returned to her browsing. There followed a series of telephone calls that Julie took, everyone obviously seeking to make appointments and in each case Julie had to disappoint them, which she did earnestly, because there were "few slots available for at least a week" and when there was, the person at the other end could not make it. Julie was "so sorry", knew "how frustrating it is," and offered the possibility of a "late cancellation if you call early each morning." During a rare interlude in the calls a middle aged woman emerged through a door carrying a card which she handed to Julie. She was obviously a regular. Along with the card she produced what was clearly a credit card, which Julie swiftly processed and returned to the woman. Julie checked the appointments book again. "We have you down for a week today, is that still all right Mrs Stevens?" "Yes, that's fine." "Would you like me to write it on a card for you, just in case you forget?" "No, that wont be necessary, I wont forget." The woman left and the telephone rang again. This time the call was very brief after which Julie called to Olivia, "Mr James will see you now, Mrs Williams. I'll take you along." Olivia experienced some shock at the suddenness of this and replied, "Oh, thank you," as if to say, 'oh not yet surely, there must be someone else in front of me?' She looked at the other woman but she did not look up from her magazine and so Olivia tentatively stood up, with a slight weight in her stomach and followed Julie. She was shown into a small room where a very well dressed man in his forties, with slightly grey hair gathered in a ponytail, stood up and politely introduced himself to Olivia. She heard the door close as Julie left. Olivia turned around, rather anxiously, as though it were the first day at school and her mother had just left her for the first time. "Please sit down, Mrs Williams, and do please try to feel relaxed, you are in good hands here." He smiled, reassuringly. "Now," he began, continuing to smile comfortingly at Olivia, "I always make a point of meeting our new clients before they begin. We hope, of course, that you will want to return many times and, of course, it will not be necessary for us to meet in the normal course of events. Although, if you wish to se me about anything, please don't hesitate to arrange an appointment." "Thank you." "Now," at this point he sat back in his chair and began to unfold the real business of his organisation, "we provide, what we believe, is an unusual service for woman, exclusively for woman, we have no male clients, although we have both men and women who work for us but only female clients, men we feel are adequately catered for elsewhere in this respect." Olivia allowed herself, nervous as she was, a few appreciative and knowing nods. He continued. "Our service is highly polished and very discreet and that is because we take the trouble to establish exactly what our clients' needs are and attend to even the smallest details. It is, perhaps, on that latter point, that we lay the greatest emphasis and is the reason, I believe, why the numbers of regular clients has increased continually since we started eighteen months ago." Olivia smiled again. She was suffering a kind of emotional displacement. Being the wife of a very wealthy man she routinely spent time in offices like this one talking to sycophantic lawyers, accountants, property agents so she had to keep reminding herself that Mr James and his organisation was not one of them. Mr James recognised a certain unease in his new client that he was accustomed to on these first meetings. "Are you all right, Mrs Williams?" "Yes, Yes I'm fine, it's just that this....all looks so...normal, I suppose." He smiled another one of his urbane, reassuring smiles. "I know, I know but that is our aim you see. We wish to take the mystique out of what we do. All we do is provide a service, after all. We live in a time of service industries. Out there, there are people providing services for just about anything you can think of, we are just one of them." Olivia felt better. "I know you are right. Thank you for being so understanding." "So," he resumed, " shall we get down to business?" "Yes, please." He picked up a folder and took out its few contents. "So, to start right at the beginning, to, as it were, state the obvious, you have come here to be spanked. Yes?" Olivia steeled herself but replied confidently. "Yes." "Excellent!" Mr James was always pleased when this part of the interview was over. It was one of his recurring nightmares that the woman sitting in front of him had got the wrong address and was actually looking for landscape gardening or a new bathroom only to ask her if she wanted to be spanked. "Now we provide a very professional and, of course, a very discreet, service. The key part of what we do is to match you up with one of our 'facilitators', as we call them. Your relationship with them is the key to success and in a moment I will introduce you to the person we have arranged for you. Just before I do I just need to verify a few of the details you have provided for us, very basic details, the rest will be between you and your 'facilitator'." Mr James consulted one of the files. The ease he had instilled in Olivia was now eroding as she speculated about the nature of the 'facilitator'. "Now," he resumed, "we asked you what kind of person you would like to administer the spanking and you replied a woman, preferably some years older than yourself, if possible at least ten years older. Is that right?" "Well, yes, the age difference is not actually vital but...." "Oh that's no problem, Mrs Williams, we have exactly the person you require, someone very experienced and very sympathetic to clients' needs, so I am told. Her name is Mrs Hayward." "Thank you," Olivia replied timidly, wondering what kind of gorgon Mrs Hayward might be. "One question you did not answer, Mrs Williams, it's easy to overlook these things, er, it's a hand spank you want, is that right?" Olivia had not remembered the question. "Well, yes, I suppose so," she replied vaguely. Mrs James' expert voice continued. "Traditionally, spanking meant by hand but these days it has come to include other implements." At this point he picked up a leaflet. "There are full details in this leaflet, Mrs Williams, of the various implements we have available." "No, that's not necessary," Olivia replied, becoming rather flustered at the technological direction things were now taking. "Finally, as we explained in our e-mail, payment is due immediately after each session by credit card only. Is all that OK?" "Yes." "Excellent. Now, that's enough from me, down now to the reason you're here." He picked up the telephone and called Julie to bring in Mrs Hayward. Olivia's nerves had turned to a kind of queasy sickness and she wondered how she had ever got herself into this bizarre situation and thought she must leave now before it was too late but the door opened and Julie entered followed by Mrs Hayward. Mrs Hayward was indeed a surprise. Oh, what a surprise! She was, perhaps, in her mid forties and possessed the kind of striking good looks that only women of that age can impart. The kind of women who grow into beauty. Olivia suspected that twenty years earlier, in her twenties, like herself now and many of her friends, she might have looked less striking. She was not a big built woman but every part of her was perfectly proportioned. Her eyes, her brown eyes, were shockingly expressive. Olivia stared without realising that Mrs Hayward had offered her hand. "Oh, sorry," said Olivia and clasped the other woman's warm hand. Julie left them. Olivia continued to stare at Mrs Hayward who smiled and gestured towards a seat. "Please, sit down, Mrs Williams." "Oh thank you," Olivia replied with somewhat exaggerated gratitude. "Are you nervous?" Mrs Hayward asked. It was a relief to be given the option. "Yes, very." Mrs Hayward smiled reassuringly, put her hand on the small of Olivia's back and gestured towards a chair. "Don't be, there's nothing to worry about." Olivia sat down but her eyes followed Mrs Hayward all the way to the chair opposite her own. She sat down directly in front of Olivia, their feet almost touching. Distracted by Mrs Hayward's, face she had not noticed what she was wearing. She was dressed rather severely: dark jacket with matching skirt, dark stockings and shoes, offset by a pristine white blouse. Her hair was tied back tightly in a large bun held in place by a single red ribbon. As Mrs Hayward sat down, she crossed, what Olivia noticed, was a pair of very shapely legs causing the hem of her skirt to rest slightly above her knees. At this, she clasped the hem with fingers from both hands and readjusted it to a position slightly below her knees. The anxiety and confusion that had gradually been inflating since Olivia arrived were now thrown into near riot by the arrival of Mrs Hayward. Olivia looked intently at the woman and said to herself, very precisely, 'this gorgeous woman is going to spank me any moment now.' At which, excitement and fear mingled in roughly equal proportions. Mrs Hayward clasped her hands together as though she were about to pray. "Olivia, I need to ask you a few questions to ensure that I give you the best possible service. So, is this something you have done before?" "No, never." "Never?" "No. Is that a problem?" Olivia asked almost apologetically. "Not at all." Olivia felt she could not be so terse. "But it's something I've..." She broke off, unsure about the word 'fantasy' that was forming on her lips but completed the sentence anyway..."fantasised about for a long time." "How long?" "Well, when I was about ten years old I had a good friend called Angela whose parents used to spank her if she was naughty and I had a strange fascination about this." "You wanted to see her being spanked?" Olivia was shocked. "How did you know that?" "Just a guess. Are all your sexual fantasies about spanking?" Mrs Hayward asked the question in a disarming, casual way that made Olivia blush. "Oh no, well, sometimes, often, yes." But the last blush was nothing compared to the next one. "And in these fantasies are you always spanked by an older woman?" Olivia's acute embarrassment caused her to lie. "Oh, no, not always." But the lie did not matter: Mrs Hayward knew she was lying. "All right, Olivia, I'm sure you have had enough questions fired at you today, so let's go and do it, shall we?" The suddenness of the moment alarmed Olivia. "Now?" "Yes, now. But before we do there are two very important matters I need to go through with you. First, do you want the spanking to be a role play?" "A role play? "Yes, I mean, is there, for instance, a favourite fantasy that you want to act out?" Olivia was not ready for this line of questioning. Mrs Hayward intervened. "For instance, you specified that you wanted an older woman to spank you, maybe that's a clue?" Olivia was suffused with embarrassment. She realised that Mrs Hayward knew. Was it that transparent? Olivia thought. To have kept the secret for all these years and then to surrender it so lamely! That alone was deserving of punishment. Mrs Hayward continued to help. "I could, for instance, be an old fashioned governess or strict headmistress or stern parent, like your friend's." Olivia tried to adopt a casual attitude to these questions and plucked at the headmistress option as though it did not matter either way. "OK, then, Olivia, that's fine. If you come again, as I hope you will, you can e-mail me in advance and set out the details of the scenario you want. That way you can be as detailed as you wish. Now, there's one final thing and it is a matter of the utmost importance, especially as you haven't done this sort of thing before." "We have to get the pain/pleasure balance right -- I have to know how much pain to give you to maximise your pleasure." Mrs Hayward's reasonable tone was as disarming as Mr James' 'bank manager' voice earlier. "Too much or too little," Mrs Hayward continued, "and there's no pleasure at all. If you are happy with what I do and we have a continuing relationship, as I hope we do....." She threw Olivia that smile again. ".....I will know exactly what you want but to begin with I will need to find out. Does that make sense?" "Of course," replied Olivia, still recovering from the smile. "So, I will ask you this question at certain intervals, 'will you promise to behave yourself in future?' The moment you say 'yes' I will stop. Any other reply and I will continue. Is that clear?" "Yes." "Only 'yes' stops the spanking." "I understand." "Good, now to business. I would like you to leave the room and return in one minute but remember when you return I will be in role and I want you to be as well. I wont be the person you are speaking to now. Are you happy with that?" "Yes." "Good -- off you go. One minute, remember." Olivia left but was far from happy. This was her last chance. She did not have to go back. She could run out of the building and never come back. They only had her e-mail address. But she did not run away. Breathing rather excitedly and beginning to sweat, she re-entered the room approximately one minute later. She entered very slowly and stopped on the threshold. Mrs Hayward was standing on the other side of the room, with her back to Olivia and staring out of the window. She did not speak to begin with, nor did Olivia. Olivia closed the door at which Mrs Hayward eventually spoke. "Come here, Olivia." The voice was different. Olivia walked as close to the woman as she dared. Mrs Hayward turned around: she was indeed changed. The top button of her blouse and the buttons of her jacket, which had previously been unbuttoned, were now fastened, conveying a more severe look than before. The smiles were gone and her, still beautiful eyes, had a frigid, penetrative aspect that unnerved Olivia. She wanted to speak but knew not what to say. Mrs Hayward finally broke the silence. When she spoke there was ice in her voice. "I am deeply, deeply disappointed in you, Olivia." A long silence. "I expect an aspect of contrition from you, young lady, and you will look at me only when I give you permission." Olivia bowed her head. Mrs Hayward continued. "I have received a report which not only disappoints me but saddens me also. I had expected much better from you. I am informed that you came to school yesterday, not only in breach of clear rules on uniform but dressed, in the tactful words of one of your teachers, 'immodestly'. I might have used another word. Is this true?" Olivia paused briefly before replying. Mrs Hayward took on her role with ease but Olivia had never done anything like this before, yet it came easier than she thought in the presence of this woman. She made her feel like a girl again: not so much a role but another, dormant personality. Finally she replied. "Yes, Miss." "I would like to hear it from you, Olivia, and I would like to see your face." Olivia looked up. "I came to school dressed immodestly." Mrs Hayward walked to another part of the room before replying. "Just so that I am sure about this I would like to hear it again from you." "I came to school dressed immodestly." "Good, now we are quite clear what we are dealing with." She was now out of Olivia's sight so that the poor girl was forced to speak to her interlocutor without seeing her. Olivia heard the austere woman's footsteps walking towards her. Once again she stopped directly in front of the chastened child. "You may look at me now, Olivia." Olivia looked up. Even as she stared at the cold, reproachful face it still retained its erstwhile beauty but Mrs Hayward did not flinch from her role. "Let me ask you a question, Olivia. If you were me and you were presented with a young girl, a very pretty young girl, I might add, one who, I strongly suspect, will be quite beautiful when she becomes an adult, who is also very intelligent but who is prone to occasional irresponsibility such that you fear her advantages might one day be squandered, what would you do with such a girl?" Olivia was embarrassed by this speech. She looked down at her feet. "I did not give you permission to look down, Olivia." "I'm sorry." "Well, what would you do?" The poor girl stared into the punisher's face and noticed for the first time her small, supple lips. But the delicately painted lips did not move: Mrs Hayward had no intention of saying anything else until she received a reply. Almost inaudibly, Olivia said, "I would punish her, Miss." "Excellent - that was my thinking also. And how would you punisher her?" A short pause. "I would spank her miss." "Good, I'm glad we are in complete accord on this, Olivia." Mrs Hayward took Olivia's hand and walked to the only chair in the room. She sat down and dropped Olivia's hand. Mrs Hayward gestured towards her lap. "Lay across here, Olivia." She did as she was told but made an artless job of it and Mrs Hayward had to move Olivia's body properly into position. For a few seconds neither woman spoke nor moved. Then, slowly and meticulously, Mrs Hayward began rolling up Olivia's skirt until it was in a tight roll on her lower back. After this she slipped all the fingers of her right hand inside Olivia's pants and using only her thumb pushed them downwards so that at the same time her fingers briefly caressed Olivia's cheeks. Olivia lay lifeless on Mrs Hayward's lap while this ritual was completed. Olivia began to wonder whether the spanking itself would attain the level of arousal to match this ritual of preparation. The minutia of this moment was to be replayed in Olivia's mind for a long time after. She was to recall feeling the tips of her fingers sinking into the pile of the carpet as she lay across Mrs Hayward's knees; the potency of her perfume; the feeling of the slightly rough texture of Mrs Hayward's skirt on the top of her naked legs; the feel of those fingers brushing her flesh as the clothing was peeled away; the warmth of the hand resting on her exposed cheeks. She felt an inexplicable security and warmth lying in this position; something was stirring in her that she had never before experienced. "Remember, naughty young girls are always spanked, Olivia." The anticipation was now almost unbearable: Olivia wanted it badly and she wanted it now. The Appointment Finally, it came. Mrs Hayward landed four very firm smacks on one cheek, the third one precipitating a loud "ouch!" from Olivia. Perhaps piqued by having to wait for the third whack for a response, she landed four firmer ones on the other side, this time generating a louder "ouch" on the second one. Olivia remained motionless and silent, unsure whether Mrs Hayward had finished. Her cheeks burned. "Can I now be assured that you will promise to behave yourself properly in future, Olivia?" The stinging cheeks, the submissive posture and the intense arousal it ignited was something she had never before known: she was not quite ready to end it now. "I'm not sure, Miss," she answered. The same stern voice replied. "I see." Very quickly, two, much firmer smacks, were delivered on to the same spot as the previous ones. Olivia yelped and kicked her legs. "Yes, yes, I will behave in future, Miss!" Mrs Hayward remained motionless for a moment. She had spanked a few women in her time and knew what Olivia was experiencing at this moment - best to leave her and let her whimper for a short time. Eventually she re-arranged Olivia's clothes with the same attention to detail with which she had exposed her, saying afterwards, "You can get up now Olivia." Olivia stood up. Mrs Hayward replaced the chair. "I want you to wait here, girl, and think carefully on the justice of your punishment," she said and moved towards the door, turning briefly to add, " and remember, Olivia, next time I cannot promise to be so lenient." She left. Olivia was not sure what was happening now. Quite soon the door re-opened but it was not Mrs Hayward who entered but Julie with a piece of paper in her hand, which she offered to Olivia. "Mrs Williams, I do hope everything was to your satisfaction," she said, adding, "would you mind filling in this evaluation form, customer feedback is so valuable?" The high octane sexual charge of the last few minutes was almost unbearable but she managed to retain an exterior composure and replied, "Of course," as though she had just had her hair cut. "You can bring it with you when you come next time," said Julie, unable to recall a single occasion when anyone had not come back. Olivia followed Julie back to the Reception area that was now full of smart looking women waiting for their appointment. "Would you like to make another appointment now?" Julie asked. Olivia feigned casual indifference, after all she was a respectable, happily married woman and her husband a wealthy banker. "Oh yes, may as well, while I'm here," she replied. "When would be a good time, Mrs Williams?" Inside Olivia screamed, ' now, tomorrow, as soon as humanly possible!' but she demurely replied, " a week maybe?" Julie searched the appointment book. "Yes, next Friday, the 1st." "Yes, that'll do." Julie wrote it in and filled out an appointment card for her. Olivia left. The twenty minute drive home passed almost in a trance. Stopping outside her house she became frightened with the realisation that she had manoeuvred around numerous city traffic hazards without concentrating at all. Once indoors she went to her bedroom to change. Standing in her underwear she could not resist examining Mrs Hayward's handiwork. She stood close to a full length mirror and peeled back her pants: both cheeks were still red and on one there was the unmistakable print of the tips of two fingers. She gently rubbed her hand across the reddened skin and felt, momentarily, something of the enormous excitement of the first slap of Mrs Hayward's hand; the thrill of the ritual of Mrs Hayward's preparation; the silent compliance with everything she was told to do, all suffused by her punisher's charismatic beauty. In the days and weeks to come when Roderick wanted her in bed and she did not want him, she would recall these moments to avoid disappointing him. But for now she must be Mrs Olivia Williams and return to real life. She finished dressing and returned downstairs. Just before beginning preparations for dinner she allowed herself one final indulgence. From her purse she took out the appointment card and reminded herself of the next appointment: Friday the 1st. And, yes, at the bottom of the card it read in bold, emphatically: For the attention of Mrs Hayward The Appointment I see on my calendar that a woman by the name of Caroline Van Tosh has made an appointment to discuss designing a new vacation home for her. With the air of confidence that comes with the well moneyed, she had insisted that she wished to meet with the senior partner of the firm. "Just as I would expect if dealing with my attorney or broker," she had told my office manager in no uncertain terms. As requested, the appointment was made for 4:30. "Rather late" I thought to myself realizing that a meeting that late will start just as everyone else in the office is heading home. "This woman better have the bucks or something special in mind if I'm going to make special accommodations for her on the first appointment. Damn good thing it's not Friday!" I grumble to myself. It's a lazy and warm summer afternoon, and at precisely 4:30 Caroline is shown to my office. She takes my hand in greeting and sits in the low chair across from my desk. I carefully study her from head to toe ... subtly but in thorough detail, and I realize she is doing the same with me. Her expensive skirt and blouse are raw silk, and they deliciously drape her form showing just a slight glow of dampness from the summer's heat. As she crosses her legs I noticed a perfect tan and skin made it unnecessary for her to wear any hose. With less subtlety I admire and take note of the sensual color contrast of tanned skin to the white skirt ... a skirt which inches a little further up her smooth thigh with each move. My glance moves up. Two buttons on her blouse are open ... just enough but not too bold ... respectable but sensual. To my delight, I see that the cool air in my office has had an effect. The subtle hint of nipples hardening under the soft silk makes it apparent that there is little under that blouse to hide her delightful charms. My mind wanders to the possibilities of just what else may be hidden and only slightly concealed from my view. My eyes come up to meet hers, and they look deeply into mine. There is just a hint of a smile. "Well, Caroline, tell me a little of why you're here. Just what are your needs and how might I be able to help you." Standing up, she walks over to my drawing board where several projects in progress are laying open and looks over them with a slight smile. "What would you like to tell me about your work? What would make me want your services?" comes her coy and teasing reply. I can tell from her voice and the look in those sensual eyes that we are already discussing more than a summer home, so I walked over and stand closely behind her ... slightly to one side. I knew that this was the moment that I had to act, or the opportunity would vanish. "I think good design is very much like life in my ways. Excitement and pleasure often come from surprise and contrasts. Soft, curvilinear forms often can contrast and compliment hard forms." Leaning against her ever so slightly, I reached down to illustrate a point and accidentally brush a breast. She reacts with a slight breath but doesn't pull away. With my arm still against her soft flesh, she quickly relaxes as I continue. "The excitement is not unlike the way the curve of a woman's breast, the softness of her belly, and the roundness of her hips can compliment the harder forms she generates in an admiring man." "I see, tell me more," came her reply. I continue, and as I speak, my hand moves directly to her breast, and my fingers start lightly tracing the womanly shapes and forms I am describing. When I see that her eyes have closed, my touch becomes firmer, and I move from breast to breast ... sliding the silk of her blouse softy across her hardening nipples. I hear Caroline's breathing becoming deeper as my hand slowly moves in downward circles until it comes to rest on the swell of her hip. Still standing behind her I move my hand around to her flat stomach and slide it down as her legs part slightly to invite my touch. Even through the soft cloth of her skirt I can feel the heat of her sex, and I'm rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure as I begin kissing her shoulder and neck. "Rhythm is another important design quality. Both establishing it and sometimes varying the tempo." I whisper in her ear as I speed and slow my hand's caresses between her legs. When she feels my hard shaft pressing against her from behind, her hips begin pressing back against my hand in time with my rhythm. I tilt her head slightly to give my lips full access to her neck. My lips work up the side to a point just below her ear and then across the back, trailing kisses like the pearls she is wearing. Her breathy sighs tell me that my touches and kisses are arousing her, so my caresses become bolder. I reach down and lift her skirt high in front to slip my hand inside the top of her lacy panties. My hand moves between her legs and across her closely cropped mound. With two fingers I started squeezing her lips together over and over, very gently while working her mons with the heel of my hand. Her hot swollen lips are now sliding easily, so I press one finger between them and inside her. Caroline moves her feet further apart and puts one hand over mine holding it firmly against her sex and my finger now moves easily in and out. She turns her head toward me and we kiss. This was not a wild, forceful kiss, but exploratory. Our tongues roam each other's mouths and slid together. Our lips barely touch. Our eyes are open, so we both could see the passion building. "There's nothing bashful about this woman," I think, "She knows what she wants." She lifts her hand from mine and reaches back to find my hard cock. "Not yet," I whispered. "I want to focus on you for now. After all, you asked to see some of my work." I lift her hand away and place it between her legs, where mine had been. She smiles and starts rubbing herself. This time she closes her eyes and leans toward me for another kiss. Our lips meet and she draws my tongue into her mouth. Wanting to see and feel more of this sexy woman, I slowly and sensuously unbutton the silk blouse. Soon it is on the floor. I cup her breasts one at a time, feeling their firmness, massaging them and squeezing the hard nipples until they stand out, firm and erect. I run my other hand down the small of her back and feel the curve of her ass. Flipping her skirt up, I grab her panties and pull them down. I slide two fingers down between her cheeks and work them forward until they meet her fingers which are running quickening circles around her clit. I press my fingertips against her wetness until they start inside her. She moves her feet further apart yet and leans forward slightly while pushing back against my invading hand. It's a clear signal, and I push into her until my fingers are fully buried inside her wet warmth. She starts rocking from side to side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and rides my fingers up and down. I use just enough pressure to stay inside, and let she do the rest. Soon my hand is soaked with her sweet juices, and I can smell her delicious aroma. She rides my hand harder and harder, and after a few minutes I can feel her starting to quiver and shake. I can tell that she's ready to come, and I pressed the tip of my now well-lubricated thumb against her ass. Breathing heavily and moaning, she pushes back against my thumb. I feel my knuckle slide past her tight rosebud as she screams and collapse against me. Her orgasm is long and hard, and I'm enjoying every contraction of her pussy and ass. Her legs buckle, and the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor is my arm around her waist and my hand inside her. She twitches and groans and keeps a grip on my hand with her pussy and ass. As her orgasm slows I move her to the couch and lower her face down. All the while I continue to probe and hold her as deeply as I could. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Do it now, please." "Soon," I said, "but first, I want to taste you." She starts to raise herself up from the couch, but I gently push her down into a low crouch. Her face is flat against the leather cushion with her knees well apart and her lovely round ass staring me in the face. I pull her to the edge and kneel on the floor behind her, so that her ass is raised in front of me. Then I put my thumbs on either side of her swollen lips and pull them apart, opening her pussy like a flower. She let out a low moan and arches her back for me ... presenting herself for me to ravage. Her inner lips are like glistening coral, and I lick them in long, lingering strokes. I move down and press my tongue against her hard clitoris, and then, very slowly, I worked it back and up across her wet sex to the tip of her tailbone, pausing only briefly at each tender orifice, and coming to rest between her cheeks. "Do that again. It feels so incredible!" she groans. I repeat the move, very slowly. This time, I let the tip of my tongue slip inside her pussy, and again tickle her tight little bung. I pause for a second and start all over again. "More," she whimpers As I work my way up and down she reaches back with both hands to hold herself open for me. I grab her hips and press forward, trapping her clitoris between my lips and sucking it into my mouth. I work on her firm little bud, holding it between my lips while I tease it with the tip of my tongue. For several minutes I lick it with the flat of my tongue ... slowly at first, and then building up speed and intensity. Finally, I start circling it with the tip of my tongue. Around and around I go, and I can feel her coming to the edge of another orgasm. She starts trembling and thrusting, and I hold on to her hips and keep working her clit with my tongue and lips. She lets out a sound halfway between a groan and a shriek, and goes into a orgasmic frenzy, but I manage to hold on and continue until she's spent. "Oh God! It's too much. Stop for a minute, please!" I release her hips and lick her from the tip of her clitoris to her twitching little asshole. "Mmmmm," she purrs. "I've never felt that before. It was incredible." "I thought so, too, Caroline. I've never seen a woman cum longer or harder." I move up on the couch and hold her for a few minutes as her breathing and heartbeat slows back to more closely to normal. I was feeling excited and pleased with myself. I was still fully clothed, and this incredibly sexy woman had already had two powerful orgasms. We kissed again, long, slow, and deep. "You taste sweet," Caroline said, "just like a hot sex." She smiled at me and asked "Where did she learn her way around a pussy like that?" I smiled to myself as I thought, "this appointment is still far from over." "Now it's my turn," my mysterious new lover said as she smiled and kissed me slow and deep. Caroline quickly starts working on my shirt and belt buckle. She reaches inside my pants and pulls my cock up and out. I'm still rock-hard, and she licks her lips in anticipation. "Now, I want you to relax and let me do all the work for a while," she says with a wicked grin. I do as she asks, and she starts removing my shirt. She works her way down kissing my shoulders and chest as she goes ... then down to my navel. Next she moves to the tip of my cock, which is peeking out of my open fly where she left it. She takes just the head in her mouth, runs her tongue around the ridge, and then focuses on the underside ... teasing and licking just below the head with the tip of her tongue for several delicious minutes. She's driving me up the wall as she skillfully works on the most sensitive spot on my cock, and she knows exactly what she's doing. Just as I'm getting totally absorbed in the sensations, she pulls away to get my pants out of the way. I raise my hips, and she slids them down past my ass and leaves them bunched up around my ankles. Turning her attention back to my cock, and cupping it with one hand, she starts licking it slowly from the base to the tip, continuing to pay particular attention to that sweet spot on the underside. Her tongue is wet and soft, and I'm amazed with the delicacy of her movements. She licks me with velvet strokes. She is totally focused, and it isn't until I move to put a pillow under my head that she raises her eyes and catches my gaze. She pauses briefly, and with a smile in her eyes, takes my swollen shaft between her lips and slides the head into her mouth. I can feel her tongue working around the rim, and I see the hollow in her cheeks as she sucks. She moves to give me a better view ... or maybe so that she can watch my expression, and with one hand cradling my balls and the other wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, she begins sucking my shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. I can feel the back of her throat, and then she starts bobbing her head and pumping me with one hand while squeezing my balls gently and rhythmically with the other. Up to that point, I have been fairly passive, enjoying the show and the sensations it brought, but now I can't help myself. I start moving with her ... thrusting into her hungry mouth every time she lowers her head. She takes her hands away and press my hips to the bed. She releases my throbbing cock. "I told she that I would do all of the work," she scolds. "If she can't keep still, I'm going to stop." "I'll try," I said breathlessly. "Just don't stop, Caroline." Enjoying the total control, she purposely ignores my throbbing cock for a few moments while she pulls my pants off and tossed them on the floor. Next she pushes my knees apart and crawls up between my legs. She starts kissing the insides of my thighs and licking everywhere. When her caresses find the area between my balls and my asshole, I moan with pleasure. She instantly understands she found a special place. My cock jumps spasmodically, and she suck my balls ever so gently. Finally she slowly works her way back up to the object of her desire and takes my cock back in her mouth. I watch it disappear between her lips. I feel her tongue, her cheeks, the back of her throat, and then she pushes forward more, and I watch her soft, full lips slide down around the base. She moves her head from side to side, and the sensations are indescribable. I struggle to keep from moving, not wanting her to quit. I can feel my cock getting even harder as I tense the muscles in my legs and hips to hold myself still. She pulls back slowly until those beautiful lips slid across my cockhead, and then she opens her mouth wide and pushes forward, impaling herself on my near bursting cock in one stroke. She closes her lips around it, draws back slowly, and starts sucking the full length from tip to base and back again, over and over. I'm doing my best to lie absolutely still. God, I don't want her to stop. The sensations are exquisite, but I start to lose control. "Oh lord, I'm going to come," I managed to gasp. "I can't stop it." She pulls back for a second. "Good, boy. I want you to come. I want you to come hard. Let it go." She smiles and puts a finger in her mouth, covering it with saliva, and then she goes back down on me, taking me deep. I raise my hips to meet her mouth, and I feel her pushing against my tight asshole. With a twist, she slides her slippery finger inside my ass, encircles the base of my cock with her other hand, and holds me her captive. Caroline has me where she wants, and I can do nothing but move to the rhythm she set up with her mouth and hands. I feel the waves of an orgasm break over me, and I come harder than I ever had. I can feel the cum pumping through my cock and into her mouth. She's merciless, and she pumps and sucks and probes until I can stand it no more and beg her to stop. She pulls back, lick her lips, and swallow. Then she crawled up beside me and kissed me deeply. I could taste my own come on her tongue. "I saved she some," she teased. We're both exhausted and lie there together for some time running our hands over each other's bodies ... kissing, and fondling each other. Before long we both know from the look in the other's eyes that we we're ready for the real thing. Without a word, I climb between her legs and press against her wetness. She raises her legs and brings them around my back to pull me up inside her very wet and hot cunt. I hold back to enter her slowly, inch by delicious inch. I can tell she wants it all at once ... fast, deep and furious, but I decide it's my turn to tease her and take control. Getting hard again after coming I know I can last as long as I wish ... and I was planning on this lasting. Once I'm all the way inside her, I pull all the way back just as slowly, leaving just the head inside her slippery lips. "You bastard," she hissed. "Fuck me, now!!" With that, she locks her strong legs around me and pulls me down fully and deeply taking every inch of my rigid shaft deep inside her again. I hold her tightly and can feel the tip of my motionless cock pressing against her cervix. There is no motion other than the twitching of my staff. I know she can feel it buried in her sex. I look deeply into her eyes, "Relax and enjoy this, Caroline. I intend to fuck you and make love to you for a long, long time ... my speed, my way. I'm in control this time."