11 comments/ 93908 views/ 69 favorites The Internship By: hr6183 I was out of school for the summer. Being a 20 year old college student, I always needed money to pay for school. Fortunately, daddy was able to find a job for me at this real estate investment company. He was friends with one of the people who worked there. Apparently, I was going to be an administrative assistant for a woman named Jan. I didn't know much about her other than the fact that she had just started working for the company as well. Needless to say, I was a little nervous meeting her. I wanted to make sure that I made a good impression on my new boss. I decided to wear a knee length black skirt, a pair of open toed pumps and a red short sleeve blouse. I came to work early on a Monday morning. I was probably there at around 7:45 AM. I walked in the building and told the receptionist that I was Jan's new assistant. The receptionist, a middle aged woman, said "Oh, I see. Well have a seat, she should be in shortly." I didn't know what that was all about, but I decided let it go. I didn't want to get into the office politics thing yet. So I took a seat over at the couch in the lobby and proceeded to wait for my new boss to arrive an hour later. At around 8:45, a person walked through the door, wearing a white button up long sleeve shirt, a pair of blue jeans and brown penny loafers. The person had short white hair, a husky yet muscular body with broad shoulders and what looked like breasts. To be honest, I wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman until she spoke to the receptionist in a deep but definitely female voice. "Hey Susan, is my new assistant here yet?" said Jan. "She's right over there." Said the receptionist nonchalantly. The woman with the short white hair and masculine body walked over towards me. Just by the way she walked, I could tell that she was a confident person, a go-getter, she knows what she wants and gets it. I was already intimidated by her and she hadn't even said a word yet! As Jan came to the couch, I stood up to meet her. I was 5'6" without shoes on, and even with my heels, she was still a little bit taller than me. When she extended her hand to shake mine, I couldn't help but notice how different we both were. She had a stout, masculine frame compared to my slender, tight, young feminine body. She had short white hair and I had long sandy blond hair. She had to be in her mid to late 50's and I was 20. We were definitely opposites. "Hello, you must be my new assistant Carli. It's good to meet you!" Said the Jan as she smiled and shook my hand with a firm grip. "Let's go to my office and get to know each other." As we walked to her office, I could see that Jan was checking me out. I've had plenty of guys ogle me before, but I was uncomfortable having my boss, an woman, leering at me! I decided to let it go though. She was going to be my boss for the summer and I didn't want to start if off on the wrong foot. I would just have to subtly let her know that I was not interested and unavailable. Jan sat behind her big desk in her plush office. She told me what she expected from me as her assistant. She said that she could be demanding and a "hard ass" at times but she promised that it wouldn't happen very often and that she could be a fun boss too. Along with job expectations, Jan told me more about herself. I found out that she was 55 years old, a mother of two fully grown daughters, one of which was married with children, the other was a Marine. She also told me that she was a butch lesbian and was in a relationship with a woman in her 30's. For a woman in her 50's she looked like she could take care of herself. Even though Jan told me that she was in a relationship, I wanted to make sure that she knew that I was unavailable just in case. I told her that I was 20 years old and had a boyfriend, who went back home in another state, that I was deeply in love with. I also told her that I was going to be a senior in college and planned to be a teacher. Then I went on to tell her that I was working over the summer to get money to pay for books and tuition for classes. I had to admit that I was nervous and uncomfortable sitting there knowing that I was going to be working for Jan. I had lived a sheltered life and had never been exposed to a butch lesbian before. I know that my parents would've freaked out if they knew that their little girls was working for a lesbian. My dad especially since he's the one who found me this job. They wouldn't have wanted me to consort with a woman like Jan. They would've been afraid that my new boss would try to take advantage of their little girl. And in a way, that made it a little thrilling to me, knowing that it was something they wouldn't approve of. The first week of work was great. Jan got me up to speed and showed me what I need to do. It was a lot of fun working for her actually. The more I got to know Jan the more I enjoyed working for her. She was down to earth, funny and charismatic. Honestly if my dad got to know her, I think he would have liked her too. Even though she was like 35 years older than me, Jan had a boyish charm about her and she was able to make me laugh a lot. She had a devilish look in her eyes and cute dimples whenever she smiled. I wasn't gay, I liked boys my own age not women who were older than my dad. I didn't want to have sex with her, but I think I had developed a bit of a crush on my boss. I found myself becoming flirtatious with her. It was hard to explain. It was exhilarating being around her. I didn't know if it was because I just got to know her better or if it was because because it was something else. Maybe part of it was the thrill of knowing that I could be the object of lust and affection to both sexes. Feeling the rush of something that was taboo and knowing that this was something that society and my parents in particular would disapprove of. Whatever it was, it made me feel sexy and dirty at the same time and I loved the feeling. I had begun to wear tighter, more revealing clothes at work in an effort to really get Jan's attention. Whenever I walked past her, I would sway my hips a little more. It seemed to work too. I would catch Jan staring at me more often than before. She would give me all sorts of projects that required me to be in her office. Then it happened. On one particular Friday I was feeling really playful. I put on my skimpiest black thong panties and a matching black bra. I then slipped into a black mini skirt that had a slit running part way up my left leg. I also put on a skin tight white button up blouse, leaving a few buttons undone to accentuate my full breasts. Then I put on a pair of open toed stilettos. I even put on an ankle bracelet and my favorite toe ring. I knew that I would get Jan's attention when I saw every guy in the building checking me out as I walked into work. I felt sexy and naughty all at the same time. I couldn't believe that I was doing this just to gain the attention of my boss, a woman, an older woman! It was crazy, but it was also arousing to me too! I walked into Jan's office and knew right away that she approved of my choice of wardrobe. Her eyes were fixed on my tight little figure and her mouth was agape. The first words out of her mouth were, "that's a lovely outfit you're wearing today Carli. I'm surprised your parents let you out of the house wearing that." I giggled and said, "well they're out of town right now. Besides I'm a big girl." The entire morning I was working in Jan's office I caught her eyes checking me out. It was such a thrill to see her lusting after me as she was. I noticed when Jan came back from lunch that there was something different. But I couldn't tell what it was. I thought I saw a bulge in her crotch, but wasn't sure. I had just assumed that the fabric was just bunching up there. At around 4:00 in the afternoon, Jan came up to me and said, "Hey Carli, we've got this emergency project that I've got to work on. I need you to stay and help me work on it. You'll get double time in a half." Part of me was excited at the prospect of hanging out with Jan after hours, but another part of me was tired and just wanted to go home and start enjoying the weekend. In the end, I couldn't pass up the money, so I said, "sure, that would be great!" At 5:00, everyone started to clear out of the building. By 5:30, no one was left at work other than me and Jan. The cleaning crew wouldn't be in until Saturday afternoon. We had the building completely to ourselves. I was in the copy room making some copies of documents when my boss came in, standing behind me. She said to me, "you are one beautiful girl. You know that Carli?" I just smiled and said, "thank you." Jan stood into me, I could feel her hefty body pressing into me. She leaned her head over to my ear and said, "no baby, I mean it! You are fucking gorgeous! I fantasize about you all the time. I fucking want you so badly it hurts!" For a moment, my body tingled with excitement when she said that. Then fear took over. I wanted Jan to want me. I wanted to tease her and have her chase after me, but I didn't want to be with some 55 year old butch lesbian. I realized that I put myself in a bad position. I turned around, facing her. Just as I was about to get away from her, Jan leaned in close. She wrapped her strong right arm around my tiny waist and pulled me into her stout body and put her left hand on my neck. She closed her eyes and moved her head in to give me a kiss. I was so shocked. I didn't know what to do. I could feel Jan's soft, moist lips against my own. Jan's tongue probed my lips, trying to part them. But I wouldn't let her tongue in my mouth. Jan stopped kissing me for a moment and said, "don't worry baby. I'm not going to hurt you. I know you've been flirting with me lately. I'll treat you better than any man could. And I'll make love to you better than any man can." With that, Jan started to kiss my neck, working her way up to my ear, nibbling on it. She also ran her hands up and down my body. The only response I was able to let out was "oh my god!" Jan ran her hands down my back and cupped my ass, grasping my buttocks firmly and pulling my body into her masculine figure. I could feel something hard coming from her crotch that was rubbing up against me. I wasn't sure what sure what it was exactly. My boss turned me around and pushed me against the copy machine, pinning me to it. I put my hands to either side of the copier just to keep myself propped up as Jan pushed her body harder against mine. She pulled my hair to one side and started to kiss the nape of my neck. At the same time, she began to grind her crotch against my round ass. I could feel her hardness grinding against me. I still wasn't entirely sure what it was, but I had a good idea. Then I felt Jan's strong hands unbuttoning my blouse. Once Jan had pulled my blouse off, breathing heavily I was able to let out, "Jan please stop. I'm not that kind of girl. I don't want this. Please!" My boss wrapped her arms around me as she continued to grind her crotch into my ass. She nibbled on my ear lobe and breathed into my ear, "Don't worry baby. I'm not going to hurt you. I know you've been flirting with me. This is something I think we both need. I want to make love to you, I want to take care of you baby. I'm gonna make you mine." I was nervous, scared and somewhat excited. She was making me feel sexy, dangerous and yet at the same time, safe. And as Jan unhooked my bra, my body started to tingle with a bit of sexual arousal. I never expected that some butch 55 year old woman could have that kind of effect me. As my bra fluttered to the ground, I could feel Jan's strong hands cupping my breasts. She gently squeezed them, rubbing them in a circular motion. I felt Jan's thick fingers sliding between my nipples. My body was starting to betray me. Feeling her body pressing up against mine, having her crotch grinding into my butt, her warm mouth nibbling on my ear lobe, and strong hands caressing my breasts was becoming too much. My body was giving into the sensations. And my mind was giving into the thrill of doing something so taboo. My nipples were becoming erect under Jan's expert touch. And I slowly started to grind my butt against Jan's crotch, matching her gyrations. Jan kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "That's it baby. Enjoy it! I'm gonna make love to you. I'm gonna fuck you and make you all mine." I couldn't believe it, but I was starting to give myself to this 55 year old woman. There is something so sexy about a person who knows what they want and takes it. That kind of self confidence, the kind that only comes with age and experience was a major turn on for me. In an instant, Jan turned me around. Now face to face. She pulled in and kissed me on the lips. Her hands were running up and down my body again. This time, when Jan's kissed me, I willingly let her tongue enter my mouth. Her skilled tongue caressed mine. My white haired lover was such an amazing kisser. We kissed and kissed and kissed. My mouth craved her kisses. I loved feeling her tongue inside my mouth while her strong hands ran over my body, caressing my breasts. Jan was making me feel wanted in a way few men ever have. It was so crazy. I was so aroused and so confused all at the same time. I thought I was straight, but this woman was making me question my own sexuality. The scary thing was, I knew it was wrong but I didn't want her to stop!!! I put my arms over Jan's strong, broad shoulders and wrapped them around her neck. As we continued to kiss, I could feel my lover's hands move down my body. They traced the outline of my body, moving down to my waist, then back to my butt. Her big strong hands grabbed hold of my ass, squeezing my butt tightly and pulling my crotch into hers. Again I could feel something hard as our bodies came together. Before I could think too much about that, Jan's hands moved again. They were up to the waist of my skirt, and fumbled for the zipper in the back. It didn't take her long to find it. Before I knew it, my skirt had fallen to my ankles. I stepped out of them. All that I had on were my open toed black stiletto shoes an ankle bracelet and a really tiny pair of thong panties. My boss lifted me up in her strong arms as we continued to kiss. I wrapped my legs around her hips as she carried me over to the counter. Jan took one of her arms and flung all junk on the counter to the floor. Then Jan sat me on the counter. She smiled at me devilishly and then she kissed me on the lips one more time. Then she took my right foot, lifting it up and removing my shoe. It fell the the floor. Jan kissed each of my toes, sucking on my big toe before taking off my other shoe. Jan came up again, kissing me on the lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth. She ran her hands up my legs and hooked her fingers around the straps of my thong panties, slowly tugging them down. I still couldn't believe that I was letting my boss do this to me. She pulled my panties down, exposing my freshly waxed pussy to her for the first time. My boss looked up at me and smiled, telling me. "You are so fucking hot baby. I wanna taste your pussy so bad! With that, Jan kissed me deeply again, letting our tongues linger for a moment. Then she kissed her way down. Kissing my neck, then my collar bone. Moving down further, she kissed my left breast and fondled my right breast with her masculine hands. Jan circled my nipple with her tongue before she took it in her mouth. I couldn't believe that I was letting her suckle from my breast. She was so good at it! Her tongue flicked at my erect nipple as she sucked on it. I caressed Jan's face and combed my fingers through her short white hair as she suckled my breast. My pussy was starting to get wet and throb in anticipation of my older lover. I wanted her to take me. Jan seemed to sense that my body was craving her. She kissed her way down, kissing my stomach. Her tongue circled my belly button, then she kissed my belly button ring. From there she gave me butterfly kisses down even further. I could feel her warm breath on my bare pussy. I waited for her to kiss my pussy lips but instead she began to kiss my inner thighs. She was driving me mad. I looked down at Jan as she looked up at me. Our eyes locked on each other. My boss gave me a devilish grin as she pulled my butt to the edge of the counter. Our eyes were still locked on each other as my boss lowered her head. I spread my legs wide open in anticipation of her. I could feel Jan's hot breath on my pussy. My body was on fire, I was tingling with curiosity and sexual desire from head to toe. Then I felt Jan's warm moist lips kiss my pussy. She kissed my sex as if she were kissing my lips. She started off so softly, so tenderly kissing my pussy. At first they were butterfly kisses. Then Jan flicked her tongue at my clit. It was driving me wild, my juices were started to flow for her. I still couldn't believe what I was letting my boss do to me. Here was this white haired woman who was making out with my pussy and I was enjoying every minute of it. Maybe I wasn't as straight as I thought. Then I felt Jan's mouth envelope my pussy. My body tightened for a moment feeling this new sensation. She started to suck on my pussy and slip her tongue inside my body. She was making me so hot! I felt like such a dirty girl. I stared deeply into Jan's eyes as she went down on me. One hand caressed her cheek as the other combed through her short white hair as my boss used her mouth to make love to me. As her adept tongue penetrated and pleasured me I felt an intimacy and a connectedness with her that I hadn't felt with anyone before. She was becoming one with me. With Jan's hands caressing my breasts and her mouth suckling my pussy I could feel myself getting ready to cum. My hips ground into Jan's mouth in a steady rhythm, attempting to get my lover's tongue as deep inside me as I could. My body soon began to spasm, cumming for my older lover as she lapped up every little bit of my juices. Jan continued to lick my pussy for several more minutes until I had finished cumming. When my body slowly stopped spasming, Jan started to kiss her way up. She kissed my flat stomach, my nipples and neck. Then we embraced, wrapping our arms around each other as we kissed passionately. My older lover had taken me to another world. I kissed her with wild abandon, tasting myself on her lips. Then Jan took me in her arms and carried me over to an office with a leather couch. She sat me on the couch. Then, standing above me, she took off her shirt, leaving her tank top under shirt on, covering her broad chest. Next Jan unbuckled her belt, took off her shoes and socks and pulled off her slacks. Then my boss pulled off her boxers. My eyes widened as I saw for the first time what Jan was grinding against me with. She was wearing a strapon! Her cock was 7 or 8 inches long. There she was, standing above me, wearing only an undershirt, a strapon and a devilish grin. Standing directly in front of me, with her strapon inches from my face, Jan caressed my cheek with her right hand and said, "I want you to suck it baby." "What?" I said. Jan replied, "I want you to suck my cock. C'mon baby, suck it for me." I was a little apprehensive about sucking on Jan's strapon, but before I could say another word, she had pulled my face closer to the head of her surrogate cock. I complied, opening my mouth and taking Jan's cock in my mouth. At first, I only sucked on the tip of her strapon. Then Jan took my blond hair in both her hands pulling my head down on her cock and started to gently thrust her hips at the same time. I couldn't help but deep throat her stiff phallus. I nearly gagged on it, but somehow I was able to take it all in, going to the very base of her shaft. I couldn't believe I could do it! But for Jan I was able to. My head bobbed back and forth on my boss' long hard cock for several more minutes. The Internship Then Jan finally let go of my hair and withdrew her cock from my mouth. She laid me down on the soft leather couch. Jan climbed on the couch with me. I spread my legs apart for her, waiting in anticipation for my experienced lover to take me. Jan lowered her body on top of mine. She held herself up with one arm, using her other arm to help guide the long cock to the entrance of my sex. I could feel her head of her dildo, still wet with my saliva, start to penetrate me. I spread my legs wider apart to welcome Jan inside me. Jan held herself up with both arms as she slowly drove her cock inside my tight pussy. I stared deeply into her eyes as I felt the whole length of her cock slide inside me. I couldn't believe that I was letting this woman take me in every way she wanted. But I couldn't help but give into her. She was truly a skilled lover. Jan slowly pulled the length of her dildo out until the head of her cock was inside me. She said, "God damn baby, you are so fucking tight! You're driving me crazy!" Then Jan slowly thrust herself inside me once again. My boss was slowly increasing her tempo. Jan lowered herself on top of me now. I could feel her full weight on top of me. She kissed my lips as she drove herself into me. Jan slid her tongue into my mouth as we kissed. Her tongue caressed mine as she thrust her cock into me. Her tempo was increasing. I wrapped my legs around Jan's waist as she thrusted harder and faster into me. Part of me wanted to keep this 55 year old woman inside me forever. For a moment, I wanted to bare her children, wishing that somehow she could impregnate me. I could feel my body start to climax once more. Jan drove her cock deep inside me as I came. She stayed inside me while my body ebbed, still kissing me deeply, until I was completely spent. Jan withdrew herself from me and laid there beside me caressing my body for a while. She told me how beautiful I was and how lucky she felt for having me. I told her that I had never had a lover like her before. Then, before I knew it, Jan got up. I thought she was going to get off the couch and put her clothes back on. But instead, she took her harness off. She threw her strapon to the floor. There she was, with only her undershirt on. I could see her white haired pussy for the first time. "There's one more thing I want to do to you baby." Said Jan. I replied. "What?" Jan smiled at me and said. "I want to come inside you baby." My heart skipped a beat when she said that. I didn't know how to reply to that. It excited and thrilled me. I finally found the words and said. "How is that possible?" Smiling, my older lover said, "You'll see baby." Jan grabbed my ankles and put them on her shoulders, lifting my waist up in the air. Jan spread her legs apart and positioned her pussy right beside mine. I felt her pussy touching mine for the first time. Jan started to grind herself against me. It was as if our pussies were kissing. It was an amazing feeling. Jan was really getting into it. Her hairy pussy kept grinding against my soft hairless pussy harder and faster. It was like she wanted her pussy inside me. It didn't take much longer until I could feel Jan starting to cum. Her body stiffened as she drove her pussy hard into mine. I could feel Jan's hot juices start to spray inside my young body. It was truly hotter that I had thought. Feeling Jan's cum inside me made me realize how intimate this act was. In an instant we were joined together. Our bodies had become one. My boss fell on top of me exhausted. We stayed on the couch kissing and cuddling for the rest of the night until we both fell asleep in each other's arms. After that night, nothing would every be the same between me and Jan. But that is another story... The Internship She'd been warned when she signed on for the internship. Her classmates had warned her away with unfathomable looks and cryptic words, but she'd persisted, knowing that the recommendations she'd receive at the end of the summer would "make" her career for the next five years. After an extensive set of interviews with the recruiter, as well as lengthy and she thought, rather intrusive, questionnaires, she'd sat before the Director for a final conversation prior to signing the agreement that would, in the Director's words, "bind her in service for the summer." An odd choice of words, that. Ms. Harwood's mouth was pinched in a rather thin line. She was an older woman, slender and strict, her tone brooking absolutely no nonsense. "Our clients have rather exotic tastes, my dear. You'll be expected to be ready to do anything, within the limits we've discussed, to keep them entertained. "Make no mistake. You will not be devalued. On the contrary, you will be treasured...a prized piece of performance art...a very expensive playtoy, designed to bring hours of entertainment and pleasure... "But you will be objectified...your will, your desires, your memories, your very self will be irrelevant, except as it brings amusement and satisfaction to our clients." The contract was before her, a pen placed in her shaking hand. Her eyes had darkened, liquefied, torment swirling in their depths, but she'd signed the contract without hesitation. And now, she was standing nude before a roomful of clients, eight or ten of them, sipping wine and chatting among themselves while keeping one eye on her. "She is lovely, isn't she?" Ms. Harwood's cool elegant hand lifted her chin, so all could feast on her flaming cheeks, her eyes snapping from person to person. The gazes in return were dispassionate, impersonal, and slightly sinister. Her trembling became visible as Ms. Harwood lifted a nightstick, about an inch and a half in diameter, made of round, hard, smooth wood. "For very light use, using extreme caution," the older woman's flat voice intoned to the gathering. It is a heavy instrument designed for 'day-after' tenderness and bruising..." And with that, Her arm began to move, the nightstick whistling in to strike buttocks, backs of thighs. The strokes were light, measured, controlled...delicious and petrifying. She cried out and buckled as the thudding seemed bone-deep at times. On a particularly heavy stroke to her hamstring, her knees buckled, soft weepy sounds filling the room. The group shifted forward in their chairs as two men approached her with a nod to Ms. Harwood. They worked the shaft of the nightstick between her legs, nestling between her slick outer lips. One man positioned himself in front, the other behind, each holding one end of the nightstick. Holding it parallel to the ground, they began to rise, holding her taut, spread over it. She scrambled to her knees, then her feet, until she stood on tiptoe, crying out as her weight put enormous pressure on that tender pink inner flesh...inner lips, the nub pressed back under its hood...the wood biting into her flesh. Ms. Harwood's voice was the only thing audible besides her cries. "Hold the bar above your head, girl, if you don't want to fall." Blindly she grabbed for the overhead bar, just in time for the two men to lift her off her feet, suspended by her hands gripping overhead, and the pressure of the nightstick against her weeping sex, her legs helplessly swinging on either side. Two women materialized on either side of her, each holding her in place with one hand on her back and the other tugging a tawny nipple. With each shift from side to side, one of her nipples was stretched and pulled. The men lifed the nightstick and lowered it, just an inch or two at the most. Her arms strained to hold her in place, with the women simultaneously stabilizing and tormenting her. It all built to a crescendo that clamored in her head, at all her pulse points, culminating in a scream that ran through her brain and out her mouth as orgasm after orgasm seared her. She heard the faint trickle of polite applause as she screamed. This was the denouement that they'd sought...and Ms. Harwood's words reverberated in her head. "A prized piece of performance art." The men lowered the nightstick toward the ground, and the women helped her find her feet, then her knees. She slumped forward, resting her forehead against the carpet, her blood pulsing to the nightstick's trail, up the backs of her thighs and her throbbing and sore sex. A hand pulled her head up by the hair. "Very nice, girl, but you're not finished yet. You will crawl to each of them, thank them for their assistance with your orgasm, and ask if you may orally service them. You will do so in an audible, clear voice, and you will comply with their directions. You will demonstrate no surprise or reluctance, regardless of the task you are to perform. Is that clear?" The hand in her hair nodded her head for her, and the words tickled her memory once more. "An expensive playtoy, designed to bring hours of entertainment and pleasure." Each movement on her hands and knees was now quite painful, the throbbing on her thighs and buttocks made worse by the muscles working. She was barraged by a sweet alchemy of tastes and textures...smooth, shaved outer lips, or rimmed with sparse hair...circumcised cocks, or uncircumcised...spread cheeks and a faint musky scent and taste of anal pleasuring...moans and cries filling the room from the efforts of her mouth, lips, tongue, teeth, even her throat. She lost count of the number of orgasms she created, and as her jaw ached, her lips swelled and felt as bruised as her thighs, and the tendon under her tongue was red and sore, she felt a peculiar sense of pride, a transcendence. She opened her eyes to find a light blanket covering her sore body. She had no idea how long she'd dozed, sheer exhaustion overtaking her. Ms. Harwood was escorting the last of Her guests to the door, and the faint sound of exchanged pleasantries reached her ears. The insteps of two polished black boots came to a crisp stop in front of her. "Well, welcome back, girl." The thin, elegant hand patted her dark head. "You did well. Very well, for a first time. We'll work on some of the finer points in the morning. Now, rise and follow Me, and bring the blanket." She was led to small but well-appointed suite, a bedroom with adjoining bath and sitting room. The tub's steaming, fragrant water beckoned her, as she was allowed to bathe and soak until her eyelids became so heavy that she was helped from the tub and allowed to sprawl naked on the heavenly bed...her limbs heavy and lethargic, her mind vaguely aware that something had altered irrevocably. The Internship All the characters in this story are 18 years or older. ***** One Friday night, Stacey Wilson was sitting with a group of friends in the food court at the mall, lingering for the last few minutes before her shift started. They were in the midst of a typical "girl" conversation. Janey, the loudest of the bunch, said "Jesus, Jason fucked me so hard the other night I thought I was going to pass out." They all burst out laughing. "Wow, Janey, don't hold back." "Aaaaand she's off. So how many times did you come?" "Fuck if I know. I'm not kidding. We were doing it, missionary style, you know, and just when we were both getting into it he pulled out, yanked me to my hands and knees, and just started slamming into me from behind." Stacey listened and laughed along with the rest of her friends, but in reality she was getting angry and irritated. She glanced at her watch. "Oh, are we keeping you from something, Miss Manager?" Marie looked at her. "You know, why is it the hottest girl at this table never wants to talk about sex?" Stacey opened her mouth to say something but one of the others broke in. "Yeah, why is that? Come on, you must be hiding something. You must have lost all that weight for a reason." "How did you do it, anyway?" Janey was eying her with a little more than casual envy. There was real jealousy in her face. "I told you. Stopped eating junk. Started working out. It really wasn't that hard once I put my mind to it." "Yeah, well, even if I ran marathons, I'd never have your body. So what's the deal? Don't tell us you're just sitting alone every night because I know Mark asked for your number the other night." "I don't have time for that. In fact, I have to get going." Marie chimed in, "Well I wouldn't mind sitting at home every night if my father was as hot as yours." The other girls giggled. Stacey blushed a deep red and glared at her. "So what, does your Dad ever bring any women home? Come on! How can he stay single?" Stacey's father, Dave, was a handsome and very successful businessman, and her friends were always teasing her about him. He owned and ran several high-end car dealerships and repair shops, specializing in Porsche and Mercedes. He'd built the whole business up from scratch and everyone in Raleigh, NC knew who he was. "He dates. He just doesn't bring anyone home." Janey seemed to be goading her. "Come on, I bet he's out there right now screwing his brains out!" Stacey felt like she was about to explode. Fucking Janey. She was so goddamned crude. She stood up. "I have to go. Great lunch—see you later guys." She hated the way they talked about her father. It always bothered her. She didn't like them talking about him at all. Her father was ... not like other men. Certainly not like any of the guys she had dated or they talked about. He was, in her mind, perfect and she worshipped the ground he walked on. Stacey was only 19, but she'd already been promoted to manager of an expensive clothing store. She'd been working there since she was 16, and she adored her job. Someday she wanted to own her own boutique because she absolutely loved clothes—especially now that she'd lost all that weight and could finally wear all the beautiful things she sold. She'd had a rare argument with her father when she graduated high school, because he wanted her to go right to college, but she refused. She loved her work and she wanted to stay with this company. After much discussion, they'd reached a compromise. She'd work two years, then she would be going to school and she would be getting her MBA, period. She could have her little job at the mall, make some connections and impress the right people, but his daughter was too damned smart to stay there for much longer. +++ Stacey and her father lived in a modest two story brick house, but it was located in the nicest neighborhood in town, at the end of a secluded cul-de-sac. As she did every day, Stacey breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the noisy mall and all the people. Arriving home, she felt nothing but warmth and pleasure knowing she had returned to the protective cocoon of her Daddy's abode. She'd never known her mother, but she had never felt the need for one. She loved her father with her entire being. She saw that no lights were on, so she assumed he was not home. And inside in the kitchen she found a note: "Honey—I'll be working late tonight. Hope things went well at the store." She took a long, hot shower, came with a towel wrapped around body and flopped down on her back on her bed. She spread her legs wide, starting to feel warmth spread through her body as raw emotion consumed her. Again she felt anger. Just because she didn't like to talk about sex in the way her friends did, did not mean she didn't think about it. She did think about it. The only problem was, the only man she wanted was her Daddy. Yes, innocent Stacey lusted after her handsome father, but she could not acknowledge that her thoughts were sinful since every fiber of her being screamed that this was simply meant to be. At that moment, she couldn't get her friends' questions out of her head. Was her father out there screwing some wanton woman—instead of her? Was he "banging her head against the headboard" and making her "practically pass out?" She sighed in frustration, tormented and turned on by the tantalizing mystery of her father's sex life, which obsessed her. Her fantasy filled in the gaps for her, picturing him at that moment teasing some woman's breasts with his tongue—squeezing them tight together into two huge soft mounds topped with hard pink nipples, just like hers were now. Taking those nipples in his mouth and sucking them, feasting on them, moaning as he licked and sucked. Her nipples ached for her father's hot hungry mouth. She held her own tits seductively, wanting to offer them to him and turn him on with how beautiful they were. The burning pleasure that flooded her body thinking about her father was so delicious and decadent, so warm and beautiful, even though it was teasing her into madness... it was making her writhe and squirm and twist on the bed, then open her legs. She so longed to spread them wide for Daddy while he watched and lusted after his daughter's swollen pink slit. At these moments Stacey simply could not understand the way her friends talked about "fucking" in such crude terms. What were they getting at? It seemed to have nothing to do with this—this pulsating, tormenting orgasmic bliss filling her up and making her whole pussy throb with lust. What did this have to do with those ridiculous sexual encounters she'd had with boys her age? Stacey was no longer a virgin—technically—but even she knew it was in name only. She knew what she had experienced was just sex, and not the raw lust entwined with love that she felt for her father. She was dripping wet, as she always was when she thought about him—his big, strong body, his soft, sensuous lips, ... his thighs and shoulders ... his arms spreading her legs wide open in front of him, so he could see her... she was so wet ... wetter than she had ever gotten for any boy ... she opened and closed her legs, working her little pussy... aching for that big hard cock between her father's legs ...! Her pussy exploded into a violent orgasm as she thought of it. She came repeatedly, squeezing her tits, rubbing her nipples, wanting her father so badly to be there doing it to her, doing it for her ... She came hard thinking of her beloved father and prayed her friends would never guess this dirty little secret; never guessed her incestuous thoughts and desires! +++ Stacey's thoughts about what her father was doing at that moment were not that far from the truth. As she was squeezing her nipples and writhing in bed thinking about him, he had his thick, hard cock buried deep in the ass of his current lover. Janine was a horned-up married woman with a limp dick husband who was always out of town. Dave was fucking her ass hard, and close to coming. He had one knee up to get some leverage, getting in good and deep. Her ass was squeezing him tight, milking it as it throbbed inside her. His eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched, his powerful, muscular body frighteningly tense. He looked like a man in pain as he relentlessly drove his dick into the tight sweet ass of this woman. But it wasn't her ass which was making him pant and moan and groan. He wasn't even seeing Janine. His eyes were closed and he was totally focused on his daughter. He knew this was so wrong, but he couldn't stop these thoughts from coming into his head right at these moments, when he was fucking and just about to come. Stacey was the sole occupant of his mind as he pumped his cock in and out of Janine's hot puckered hole. Dave realized it wasn't just Stacey's gorgeous beauty or even her hot body... no, it was the fact that she was his daughter that aroused his cock more than it had ever been in his life. Oh fuck he could not help it; the incestuous lust flooded and controlled his mind. He felt his cock surge with desire inside Janine's spectacular ass, thinking about his little girl. His arousal was especially heightened when he thought how badly she needed to be fucked. He could tell. He knew women. He saw how hot and horny and frustrated she was. He knew, and God did he want to be the one to give her the cock she craved. He groaned out loud as he pounded into Janine, who cried out, wondering to herself why he was so hot and intense and into it tonight. Why was he fucking the shit out of her like never before? She didn't know he was thinking of his lusty, sensuous daughter. The thought of Stacey and what he could do with her, what he wanted to do with her, made the cum explode deep and powerfully in Janine's ass, as his hips violently bucked against her and he roared and grunted like she'd never heard him before. Every spurt and throb of his cock was due to thinking about Stacey—thinking about fucking his daughter, fucking her and fucking her until she screamed for him to give her his cum like he was now... +++ While Stacey slept in the following morning, Dave got up early and headed to his treadmill. He'd had a few too many drinks the night before and wanted to work some of it off. He was 45 and liked to keep his 6', 180 lb body in good shape. As he ran, his mind drifted to the problems with his business that were seriously bothering him. He suspected that one of his trusted employees, Fred, was skimming funds off the top. Embezzlement, that's what the fuck it was; it was embarrassing and hurtful, when he suspected someone in whom he had placed so much trust. But to determine specifically, and more important to prove it undeniably, that was the real task. Why was that so hard? Dave had started out as a lowly mechanic. He got hired right out of high school, and had quickly discovered he loved working on expensive, well-made cars. They were his passion. A finely made piece of machinery like a Mercedes, Porsche or BMW made the blood pump though his veins. He studied them until he knew them intricately and technically. Pretty soon customers came asking for him, he started picking up all kinds of extra work, and eventually he had enough saved up to start his own business. It had all grown from there. Now he had investors and an extensive network of employees with varying responsibilities in his thriving enterprise. It was a far cry from his humble beginnings, when it was just him, scared out of his wits having to take care of a child all on his own. Sometimes when Dave thought of those early days with Stacey it brought back all the old panic, when he never thought he could work hard enough to make enough money. He couldn't stand most of the assholes he dealt with in the business world—shallow fucks who either kissed his ass or scorned him because he hadn't been born to the country club life. Thank God he had Stacey to keep him grounded. Stacey. That was the other problem. Jesus H. Christ. What the fuck was he going to do about this raging hard-on he had for her? He ran harder and faster, remembering the goddamned out of control thoughts he'd had about her last night. This had been happening a lot, lately. He simply couldn't control it, no matter how much he fucked other women. The maddening thing was he knew Stacey was feeling it, too, which made it all the more frustrating. She was constantly sending him signals that she wanted him, but he thought she didn't have a clue she was doing it. Her sensual nature was just like his own, and every time they were together now sexual tension was thick in the air. The way she dressed, the way she gazed at him, the way she touched him—it was getting too much for him to take. Every encounter with her was a slow, hot tease. But could he really fuck his own daughter? At least, that is what Dave told himself. If he had probed a little deeper, he might have found that what was really holding him back was not the taboo, which he'd already broken a million times in his mind. No, he would have had to realize he was just a little bit afraid of the strength of these incestuous thoughts and the things he wanted to do. He'd always kept his ... "intense" sexual nature totally separate from the things he loved, which is why he never brought women home or talked to Stacey about his sex life. And when those things collided together, like they did when those thoughts came into his head last night ... Christ! He finished his workout and took a shower, then came down to make some coffee and wondered where the hell Stacey was. Was she even up yet? Meanwhile, Stacey was up in her room, getting dressed. As with her father this morning, the daylight tended to dim the naughty thoughts that obsessed her when she was alone and thinking about him. When she was alone, she could indulge those thoughts, but ... it was her father! Her rich, sexy father, who she knew "dated", and had a bevy of gorgeous women continuously lusting after him and his money. She knew in her heart none of these harlots deserved such a man ... the one man she absolutely adored. She came downstairs seeking coffee and breakfast; her main hunger, of course, was to see her sexy, manly father. She glowed when she saw his thick black curly hair, dark eyes, and big powerful body smelling of his wonderful musky cologne. She was so entranced with his physical presence! Dave saw her come down and smiled. "Well good morning." "Morning, Daddy." As usual, Dave too was struck by her. Her beauty combined with her natural sexual allure would arouse the libido of any man, even her father. She was just so fucking beautiful. He forgot about the paper and his coffee and lost himself in contemplation of his little girl, who had flowered into the most becoming woman. She was lithe and graceful, with slender arms and the most fantastic legs he'd ever seen leading up to smooth, wide hips and a full, rounded ass. Underneath all that weight she actually had the delicate frame of dancer—well, except for those ample breasts, which were now braless and jiggling in a tight pink tank top. She had thick, wavy light brown hair that cascaded halfway down her back and the most striking crystal-like green eyes; fuck those eyes were like liquid jade pools, just so mesmerizing. Today she was wearing white shorts that showed off her long, toned and tanned legs, which seemed even longer because they were clad in high strappy sandals. She had a way of dressing and carrying herself that was hot without being slutty. She yawned and stretched and shook out her luxurious hair. Every movement just exuded a latent, simmering sensuality directed right at him. Within her portrayed innocence was a vixen who knew exactly what she was doing with her prey. Her whole demeanor oozed sexuality; it lured him and attracted him even as he thought, can I really deflower this girl and show her what sex is all about? Just then an idea occurred to him. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Dave announced with a fatherly tone, "I have an idea I want to shoot by you." "What's that?" she inquired. "Why don't you come work for me? At the office." Stunned Stacey shot back, "And give up my job at the mall? You're crazy!" "Hold on, hold on. I didn't say quit your job. I just said come work for me." Confused now, but quite curious she asked, "What do you mean?" "See if you can change your schedule. Work three days at the store during the week, and the other two days ... with me." Stacey said "Hmmm ... What would I be doing?" "Well," he said, thinking on his feet, at which he was so adept, "You need more experience before you head off to school in the fall. I think I can help you." "What kind of experience?" Dave was searching for anything. "Do you even know how to set up a spreadsheet?" "What's that?" He laughed. "Trust me, you need this basic knowledge. I'll set you up to intern with my accountants. You need some background in analyzing financial statements. The schools you've applied to will be expecting you to know this! In fact I should have thought of it a long time ago." Stacey said, "I don't know. It might be a problem." Meanwhile biting her lower lip, the thought of spending more time with Daddy would not only be pleasurable, but it would keep him away from those whores he fucked who had desires to have his cock under their control. How quickly jealously had taken hold of her! Dave authoritatively waved it off. "If there's a problem, tell them to call me. I know the owner. On second thought, maybe I'll just call Gary and talk to him." He reached for his cell phone. Stacey grabbed Dave's hand to stop him from calling and pleaded, "No! Don't do that! I'll talk to them. You really think this is a good idea?" A jolt ran straight to Dave's cock when she grabbed his hand. "I do. You need it. I know what I'm talking about." Stacey never doubted the business acumen of her Daddy; if he said this was a good move, it was. She firmly agreed then to get the mall store's cooperation, "Ok. I'll talk to them, but Daddy, let your little girl handle this, please." The truth was, Dave did want a little spy in his accounting department, to observe and help him uncover the source of his ruptured cash flow. He'd put her in the office right next to his. He'd keep an eye on her and she could keep an eye on Fred. But then, of course, there was the fact that he could be around her more. They'd share a commute, come home together, be at the office all day. "Let's say you'll start on Monday. Sound good?" Stacey came over and hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, inhaling his sexy cologne. "Thank you, Daddy." But she stayed in his arms, leaning on his broad chest, unwilling to let go, cuddling up to him as she used to. Dave held her small waist for a lot longer than he should have, enjoying the feel of her hair a lot more than he should have. She unconsciously pushed her breasts against him and leaned her tempting frame into him, sighing. He and she both felt that there was some sort of ... deal being made here, to "be together" more. It allowed Stacey to stay in his arms drowsily gazing at him, and Dave to keep his hand on her lower back, looking at her as a subdued but clear message of wicked lust seemed to pass between them. It thrilled Stacey to the core as she felt it, for she knew he did, too. Knowingly or not, Dave had just taken the first step towards sleeping with his daughter, and his cock tormented him as he felt her supple and delighted response. He held her for a while, both of them unconsciously turning the other on, but keeping the fiction of "work" as a sexy lie between them. The lustful moment seemed to grow, until both father and daughter felt snapped back to reality, with some fear and hesitation. Stacey drew back abruptly and separated from him, suddenly embarrassed. Dave cleared his throat. He patted her on the back. "Ok, back to breakfast. Daddy has some things he needs to do." The Internship +++ The next day, Dave drove home from work in a state. He was fuming and very stressed, so much so that he'd actually picked up a pack of Marlboro Reds from a convenience store next to where he picked up his dry cleaning. "Fuck," he thought, as he lit one up. "Pathetic." He'd quit smoking years ago, but every once in a while he broke down, when things got particularly stressful at work. He hated it, but God did it feel good inhaling the delicious, forbidden substance. He'd had a shitty, enraging day. He'd done a little investigating on his own and figured out he was missing even more money than he thought. That fucking prick Fred, that asshole! Meanwhile, he'd gotten a sneering visit from one of his main competitors, another blue blood who didn't think Dave had the right pedigree to be in this line of business. Sniffing around because he'd heard that Dave was having "cash flow" problems, and maybe he was interested in selling? The thing was, these dicks didn't even need his business or the income it generated. They just didn't think he belonged in the club, and were forever trying to run him out of town. Dave was now beginning to think he had plants inside his office. "Fuck ... " he thought as he continued to smoke and drive, wondering how the hell he'd gotten here having to deal with these cocksucking pricks 24/7 and be chained to an office, when what he really loved to do, and missed doing tremendously, was working with his hands, on his cars. Aside from the occasional Saturday, he barely had time to do it anymore. He was a mechanic at heart, in every way. That was another thing these stupid fucks didn't get. He'd built his business from skill, love and knowing what he was doing. The success was just an added bonus. He was a passionate man. He put his all into his business, his cars, and sex, and he treated all essentially the same. When it came to sex he liked figuring out how to please his lovers, what they liked, what they didn't like, how they liked to be fucked, how they loved and needed to come. And he was just as successful at this as everything else. The women who were lucky enough to garner his attention usually orgasmed like never before. He could hold off a long time until they were satisfied because nothing got him off more than making a woman yell and scream with pleasure. He couldn't deny he had a particular taste for gorgeous women in lingerie, but beyond that he had no quirks or kinks. Bondage, role play, he hated that shit. Why did you need it, as long as you knew how to use your cock to bring a woman unbelievable pleasure? Fuck, he adored women. He loved every part of a woman that made her a woman; her tits, her nipples, her wisps of pubes above the hood protecting her sensitive clit, her outer lips and inner lips, her g-spot, hips, toned thighs and calves tapering to sexy ankles ... On days like these, he often found himself using sex to de-stress. Normally he would have given Janine a call and headed over for some hot, hard fucking. But right when he thought about it, when he was still at the office, he'd decided not to. He knew limp dick was still out of town, but he had found himself heading home instead, with a hard cock, thinking about Stacey. He knew damn well it was Stacey's body he was thinking about worshipping, petting and servicing ... her body he wanted to study with all the devotion and concentration he brought to everything. Her body he wanted to use to "relax". Today, he was actively choosing to go home rather than escape to his latest fuck of the day. The pull of these incestuous desires was simply too strong; the charmed life he'd always led with his daughter beckoned and he had to admit, there was a part of him that was being drawn to his daughter, today, out of rebellion. He'd always played by his own rules, hadn't he? And look where it had gotten him—rich, and certainly never lacking for women, who were drawn to his passionate, driven nature. Dave pulled into the driveway with a feeling of deep relief and happiness. His house truly was his castle, and he was always able to leave all the crap in the business world at the door when he walked in. But today, there was even more—a deep, dark pleasure luring him. After last night, holding Stacey, touching her and feeling her push her breasts against his chest, his cock was leading him home like a radar beacon that he could not resist. A feeling surged through him that was way more than his usual relief at just getting the office off his mind. He pulled up, grabbed his dry cleaning, stubbed out his last cig—keeping the pack in the car—and headed inside. Studying upstairs, Stacey smiled with pleasure, hearing her father come home—instead of calling with one of his late night "work" sessions as he had every night for the last month. She just knew he would. She knew she had not imagined their little moment yesterday, and that he was as eager as she was to pick up where they'd left off. It was almost as if he was admitting something by being there, acknowledging that he too had felt the change in their relationship when he had held her last night. She leapt at it. Her body began to throb, knowing that he had come home to see her. She squeezed her thighs together as she lay on her bed, knowing he was near. The unspoken presence of their lust so near to the surface, so strong already but made even more powerfully, irresistibly erotic by not being openly acknowledged, had had her in its grip all day, from the minute she became conscious. She'd been thinking about him every second at work, dying to smell him and touch him again. She headed downstairs, saw him tossing his briefcase full of crap which had already commanded too much of his time and attention towards the door. Dave saw her and broke into a big smile. Fuck, he was glad to see her. He said, "Been working hard?" She came near him and sniffed, instantly noticing the odor of cigarettes. She hated it, but she also found it incredibly sexy. It was one of his unique "Daddy" scents, like cologne, sweat, and car oil. "Rough day?" He struggled to undo his tie while looking at her with undisguised pleasure, taking in her short shorts, long barefooted legs and loose top with little puffed sleeves and ruffles circling her breasts, her soft, luscious hair trailing halfway down her back, and those beautiful green eyes. The second he saw her he knew exactly why he had come home tonight, in this state, in this mood, when he could easily have gone somewhere else. "Nothing you need to worry about, honey ... " "Let me help you with that," he heard her say as she quietly walked over to him. Dave felt his cock harden before she was even close, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from touching her. It was exactly why he was here, with a raging hard-on and lust surging through his body, instead of with Janine. He watched Stacey's face closely as she struggled with his tie, her long nails making it easier. He looked down at her lips and most of all at her eyes, trying to gauge what she was thinking and feeling, though her hard nipples were telling him all he needed to know. They poked out from the thin linen material of her top, large and erect, pushing out towards him. He could even see the shading of her full, dark areolas, surrounding the hard nubs that were so aroused being near her Daddy. She'd worn this for him there was no doubt about that. His breathing got heavier, slower, his eyes dropped down to her lips as she gazed up at him. "There, I think I've got it," pulling at it so it loosened. Dave was so drawn to her sexy, seductive demeanor, and her body being so close to him. He found himself reaching out to put one hand one either side of her waist, holding her right where her hips started to flare out. His hands were so big and warm. He continued to look at her as he drew her body closer towards him, until her hips were pulled nearly up against his rock hard cock. Stacey felt it lightly touching her belly, almost imperceptibly but at the same time unmistakably, like a hot, teasing question he was leaving up to her to answer. Stacey made no outward indication that she realized it, except to move closer to him, definitely and firmly, until her belly was full up against him, while at the same time putting her arms straight out around his neck and looking him full in the face. "Thank you, honey," Dave said, removing his tie as his cock, his hard cock, throbbed against Stacey's stomach and she moved in even closer. The erotic tension was not broken when Dave said in a quiet voice, "So how did it go with Gary. Did you talk to him today?" She answered him normally, as if his nothing was different. "Yes. He said it's fine. I can start on Monday." "Good. Good. Because—you asked if I had a tough day? Yes, some things are going on at the ... office," at which word Stacey felt her father's cock jerk against her—"that I could really use your help with." He squeezed her waist tighter. "I need you there." Stacey took this as an opportunity to lean in to his neck and half-whisper in his ear, "I know, Daddy." Dave continued to hold her hips against him for a few more seconds, unwilling to break the spell, but eventually he gently removed her arms from his neck, though he held her eyes as a clear understanding seemed to pass between father and daughter. He then put one hand on her arm, another one her waist again as he prepared to move by her, saying, "What are you doing tonight? Any plans?" Stacey's body was trembling from his touch; he was clearly telling her to stay. "No, I thought I'd stay in and do some research." "Research?" Dave tried to steer the conversation towards a neutral topic. "Yes, on the schools I applied to. I should be getting my letters this week." "Oh, that's right, that's right ... good ... " he said, giving her arm and hip a slight squeeze, which may as well have been a lick on the ear or a luscious flick of her nipples. It was the slightest gesture but it spoke volumes about what has just passed between them. +++ A few hours later, Dave was lying on the couch in his den, sitting up against some pillows, with his reading glasses on and some charts and files open. The room was dimly lit by a few subtle lights; this was where he'd often sat with his daughter while she studied and did her homework. It was comfortable and peaceful. He did feel truly relaxed—especially tonight as Stacey was sitting on the floor, laptop open, leaning back on his leg while he touched and caressed her thick, soft hair, and occasionally ran his hand over her shoulders or across the back of her neck. Since she'd come down and sat near him, he hadn't stopped touching her, if only by shifting his leg so she felt it at her back—a soft, but definite reminder of the sexy thoughts they both knew they were entertaining. This touching and sexual tension kept Dave's cock hard all night. His erection had not died down and it was throbbing more pleasantly than ever as he felt her and conveyed his lust to her. Their hunger for each other's flesh had to be indulged, if only by constant little touches, and sitting so close. Stacey was sitting up with her knees bent on the floor, concentrating on her computer while her little pussy ached with need from sitting near him. His light touches continually conveyed to her a re-assurance that her Daddy was going to have his sensual princess very soon. Any electronic device that could have measured the sexual tension in the air would surely have been shattered with the feelings being transmitted between father and daughter. +++ For several days Stacey and Dave kept up this coy game, not saying anything except through meaningful glances, touches, and smiles. Stacey came in to fix his tie in the morning as usual, but Dave held her hips tightly to him as she did so, pushing his hard cock into her while meanwhile saying, "So what do you have planned for today, sweetheart?" Stacey caressed his neck, lightly dragging her nails across his skin, inhaling his sexy scent, "Oh, meeting Janey for lunch, then heading to work. It's going to be really busy tonight because the prom is coming up." "Uh-huh. Well I hope they're not working you too hard. You know you give too much to that place." "It's my job, Daddy. I like it. I'm learning a lot." "And what about this week?" Dave would say, as his hands steered her hips even closer to him and as he resisted the temptation to grind his massive hard-on against her, slowly thrust up, tease her and show her how he was going to fuck her. Instead he just held her and let her feel him throb against her body. Finished with the tie, brushing lint and dust off his silk suit, then wrapping her arms around his neck, Stacey said "This is the week. Any day I'll be finding out about school." "Mmmm ... " Dave could not help slightly moaning, "My smart girl! I can't wait. I'm sure it will all be great news." "Yes," Stacey whispered against his neck, "Very soon," the hot sexual double meaning lost on neither of them. When Dave came home at night, she was usually there, dressed seductively and waiting for him. They kept up their everyday chit chat, even as Dave stroked her hip, or Stacey teased the curly hairs on the nape of his neck. In the evenings, they worked in the den, sitting together, aching for each other, and waiting. At work, Dave felt his stress magically disappear; furthermore he was making some headway with his little "problem." He now knew exactly which files and projects he needed to investigate. He'd found some anomalies in his tax returns from that year, and now he needed to look further. That is exactly what he'd get Stacey focused on when she started on Monday. On Friday, sitting at his desk after lunch, Dave gave in to more explicit needs and thoughts. Their teasing little game had him so worked up and he had broken down and stroked his cock several times, lasting only a few minutes before he exploded. The thought of Stacey here in the office drove him wild, and he got up and locked the door and shut the blinds. Not that anyone would ever bother the CEO, but he wanted complete privacy when he thought about fucking his little girl. He stood near his desk and pulled out his cock, not even bothering to pull down his pants, just yanking it through his fly. He closed his eyes and wrapped his tight fist around the thick manly organ. It was so hard the large helmet shaped head was raging purple and swollen to the size of a plum; pre-cum was leaking out in a thin stream. He lost no time picturing Stacey on her hands and knees, face down on the bed and her luscious ass in the air, her wild hair spread all around her. He pictured his hands spreading his daughter's legs and holding her open as she begged him to fuck her. In his imagination he drove his eight inches fully into her steaming hot cunt, hard and decisively. He stroked his cock fast and hard thinking how her tight her pussy would feel, how he would ram into her over and over, harder and harder. He knew that is what they both wanted. He exploded all over some papers on his desk as he thought of her yelling out "Harder, Daddy, harder!" That's all it took. His orgasm was sharp and hard and intense but only seemed to increase the need he was feeling. Whipped and out of breath, Dave realized he had to fuck her now. He couldn't wait any longer. +++ Lying at home on her bed, after a long day at work, Stacey had come to the same conclusion. The teasing touches of her father's cock, the first cock she'd ever truly wanted, had enflamed her body to the point of torture. Oh she had to know; she just had to know how it would fee; her mind twisting with such sexual frustration. She slid her fingers and hands over her slick, smooth, pussy, which she had shaved this afternoon while thinking about her father. She had spread her legs and held them open in the bath, slipping her soapy fingers all over her lips shaving every little fold, thinking about him; it had aroused her to the point of screaming. Now she rubbed her wet slippery cunt, which felt so luscious to her, so sexy. How she wanted him to see her! She was determined to seduce him tonight, if she had to. +++ As it turned out, an opportunity (or an excuse) magically presented itself that very day. Dave came home relatively early, straight from the office, and almost as soon as he walked in the door, he had Stacey in his arms, hugging him. "What is it?" he asked, delighted with her closeness but wondering what had gotten into her. Stacey waved an official looking letter in her hand. "Look!" She was so excited she leapt against him again, plastering her body against his as she smiled with happiness. "Whoah, hang on a minute, let me see this ... " He held her against him, his strong firm hand caressing her hip and traveling down to her ass, "Calm down, baby... " Ah—Dave saw the reason for her giddiness. An acceptance letter, with the offer of a scholarship, into one of the best business programs in the country. "Well, that is just ... fantastic... " He gave her a big smile and kissed her cheek. "I am really proud of you. I knew you could do it." "Daddy, there's one thing I want you to do for me." "Of course, sweetheart, anything," he said, while moving both hands down to the top of her ass. Stacey looked him in the face with her arms on his shoulders; "I want you to take me out to dinner to celebrate." Dave smiled, drew her in so she was pressed closely in between his spread thighs, drawn up right to his massively hard cock. "Mmmmm ... is that what you want, my smart, sexy little girl?" "Yes, Daddy, more than anything," Stacey said, looking at him seriously. "Please?" Dave could hear the painful, urgent need in her voice, and he knew exactly what she was asking for; and it wasn't dinner. He drew her into him and whispered hotly in her ear, "Go up and get dressed." +++ Dave had made reservations at an expensive restaurant—nothing but the best for his daughter. In the shower, he stroked his hard cock leisurely with soaped up hands, flaming his lust, encouraging his body, which was pulsing with hot pleasure. Love surged through his loins as well as lust; love and tremendous pride at the one person who really knew him; the one person he had loved unconditionally; the person for whom he had done everything, without whom his life would be meaningless—his daughter, more grown up and adult than he'd ever seen her, and more truly like him than he had ever known. Her full, knowing embrace of their incestuous need for each other enflamed his cock and his mind. He dressed in a dark suit and tie, and waited for her down in the den. "Oh fuck," Dave said to himself when he saw Stacey come in the room. She had selected the most perfect dress. In fact she had searched at the store that day for a long time until she'd found one best calculated to seduce. It was an expensive white "baby doll" dress, with short puffed sleeves and a high tight waistline; the silky material loosely flowed from right underneath her breasts, which were prominently displayed with a low scooped neckline. It stopped above her knees; Dave's traced with his mesmerized eyes her long tanned legs down to high spike-heeled barely there sandals. Everything about it, even her perfectly manicured and painted toenails, made his cock surge with desire. It was outrageously sexy and spoke directly to him; no other man but him would get the full meaning and intent. Stacey was playing up her innocent daughter role with an adult, sexual knowingness, and Dave caught every nuance with hot desire and delight. "Ready, Daddy?" she said, perhaps not aware that the light from an adjoining room was illuminating her from behind and making her dress almost completely transparent. Dave caught a full glimpse of her slender, gorgeous body clad in nothing but a tiny wisp of bikini panties. Seeing her almost fully naked and feeling the intense surge of blood in his cock, Dave hesitated. The Internship He walked over to her with a stern, serious expression on his face. She affected him so powerfully, the need pulsating in his body was so great, and the reality of what they were doing hitting home, he felt the need to make things perfectly clear to her. He held her upper arms in a firm grip and looked at her. "Do you understand what's going to happen tonight?" Stacey could only stare at him, momentarily taken aback by his intensity. The hot flame leaping from his eyes was something she had never seen before, but it didn't scare her. It only made her realize how very much like him she really was. She answered him the only way she knew how, by leaning in to bring her mouth to his and kissing his lips, saying "Yes, and I have wanted it to happen for longer than you can possibly imagine." Dave looked at her for a second, then grabbed his keys, and gestured quickly towards the door. "Come with me, baby girl." +++ Their dinner was full of practical business talk. For most couples, such a mundane topic would be the antithesis of sexy, but for these two it both fed and expressed their conspiring lustful intimacy. Stacey chatted about her plans and her ideas for study, while Dave grilled her and gave her much fatherly advice. He felt a surge of pride knowing his daughter was going to have a damned easier time throughout her life than he did. She'd never have to fight her way into elite social circles or the most desirable business networking groups, as he did. Her mind was sharp and focused and he delighted in hearing her rattle off her plans. He had no doubt she was headed towards a fabulously successful career. And aside from their ... other intentions, he was profoundly happy he'd thought of her working in his office. It'd give her an advantage that few people her age had. Dave couldn't help but feel proud of himself, as well. She was the crowning jewel of all his hard work, and he took her adulation as a sign that he had done his job well and provided her with great guidance, even as a single parent. Their pleasant dinner was only marred by an unfortunate encounter at the expensive, popular restaurant, which was a hotbed of local gossip and deal-making. He and Stacey were pleasantly chatting when they were somewhat rudely interrupted by a snotty, sneering voice. "Dave! What a surprise. Don't see you here too often." Dave tried to hide his displeasure as he curtly nodded. "Preston. Well, yes, as a matter of fact. I'm here with my daughter tonight, enjoying the ... ambience. You?" Preston Blackwell, III, the biggest fucking prick in town. Dave noticed that he only glanced at Stacey, ogling her luscious tits, but otherwise dismissing notice of her. Blackwell sneered. "I'm always here, Dave. My wife, Fran, you've never met—." He gestured to a frigid-looking, immaculately-coiffed blonde, who looked pained as she faintly nodded at Dave and Stacey. "No, I don't believe I have." "Surprised to see you here, Dave, what with all the trouble I'm hearing about. You sure you can afford it?" Dave kept his cool. "Well, Preston, some of us actually like to work." "Right, well that offer's still open Dave." The smarmy fuck leaned down to Dave's chair. "I hear you're due for an audit. Better hope those books are in order." After they sauntered away, Stacey turned towards her father with a look of such disgust on her face it made Dave laugh. "Who was that?" She glared at the departing figure of the man, enraged that anyone would speak to her Daddy that way. "That, sweetheart, was Preston Blackwell, and he is exactly what I was telling you about. You better learn sooner rather than later what you're up against, if you want to succeed." Stacey rolled her eyes when she heard the name. "Yes, I know, I wait on his daughters at the shop." "That's life, honey. There are going to be plenty of people who don't want you to make it." She gazed at him with fierce love and pride. "Well you did." "Yes, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you do, too." Stacey couldn't help a surge of lust go through her as she took in his cool confidence. The little encounter opened her eyes to the world of power and money she knew he dealt with on a daily basis, but rarely talked about. It was part of that masculine "mystery" which so attracted her, and which her body, knowingly or not, attached to the fascinating power of his cock. Her rich, powerful father's cock ... which she knew was swollen with lust for her. She had never felt so eager to give herself to him, this man who didn't play by the rules and made his own way in the world. She wanted to give him her trembling body for his total pleasure and delight. Her body exploded with submissively erotic feelings at the thought of satisfying every sexual need her father could possibly have. Stacey knew in her heart and with her very soul that only she could satisfy this driven, sensual man who was her own flesh and blood! In Dave's mind, the encounter with Blackwell and his snobby wife only served to stir the irresistible urge to rebel; to lash out at "high society" expectations and to act on his incestuous needs and the desires. It stirred his cock, made him want to fuck Stacey, and fully break this taboo. Their eyes locked in an intense stare, each catching the other's mood, knowing it was time. Dave saw her eyes, painful and pleading, saw that she was in a state, that she was ready to burst. He signaled to the waiter, "Can I get the check please?" As soon as they got in Dave's Mercedes in the parking lot, Dave turned to Stacey, who was leaning back and looking at him. Her perfect body so on fire was racing with carnal expectations that a daughter should never imagine would be fulfilled by her father. Dave took in her soft, trembling body; her seductive, beautiful dress which displayed her breasts in such a way they demanded to be touched; her hair and eyes, her open lips. Stacey's dress rode high on her thighs, which she spread ever so slightly, helping to build the feelings of arousal in her Daddy, which had now built into a raging fire that he could no longer control; neither he nor she had any desire for those feelings to be contained any longer. Finally, Dave, breaking the tension, leaned over to his daughter; she had her head back and was gazing at him with thick, hot desire. He found her breasts and heard her moan as he ran his hands over them, again and again, squeezing and lightly pinching her nipples, like a teenager who was getting his hands on tits for the first time in his life. He wanted to arouse her and get her wetter than she already was. He leaned into her face, and neck, pushing her hair away so he could lick and suck and nuzzle her skin, while he ran his manly hand from her knee along her inner thigh. After all their "serious" talk, he found himself speaking differently, in a language of dirty endearment. He whispered in her ear, "We both agreed back at the house that we knew what was ultimately going to happen and happen tonight. Is it time baby girl? Do you want Daddy to take you home? Do you want Daddy to fuck your hot cunt Stacey? Hmmmmm ... Is that what you want??" Stacey weakly nodded. He moved his hand further up her soft thigh to her hot, soaked pussy, cupping her mound, while he brought his mouth down on hers, murmuring "Open it ... Open it ... Open your mouth for Daddy, I want to taste you." He ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue, knowing what he was doing, that this was probably the first time she'd ever been kissed like this, that he was evoking feelings she had probably never felt before. He kissed her not in a sweet romantic way but hard and deep, with direct sexual intent, sucking her tongue into his mouth and feasting on hers. Their tongues intertwined in lustful licks while his masterful, experienced hands worked on her body. Dave wanted her in a frenzy before they got home. Dave pulled away from Stacey, leaving her in a wanton state, as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove them to their home, where the magic of this night would culminate. Stacey lay throbbing in dazed lust as he drove, and barely remembered getting out of the car and inside. Before she knew it her father was taking her wrist and leading her up to his bedroom. Dave wasted no time stripping off his jacket, then working on his tie as Stacey, so aroused she seemed lost to reason, stood helplessly and watched him. He quickly unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants, then tugged down his useless briefs over his cock. Finally he stood naked in front of Stacey, who hadn't moved, and seemed paralyzed staring at him in mesmerized wonder. Her Daddy had an amazing body—more massive and athletic than could ever be seen through his silk suits. A broad chest covered in thick curly hair, defined abs, and tremendous, muscled thighs, like a speed skater. He made Stacey feel so weak, small and feminine, and sent a wicked thrill through her thinking how such a powerful body could ravish her. She was taken aback by his brute physicality—it was raw and human, masculine to the core; the perfect body to display such a huge, manly cock. Her eyes moved down to it, all eight inches jutting up gloriously hard and curved from a thatch of curly black hair. She stared at it in wonder, and whispered somewhat pleadingly, "Daddy!" Dave walked over to her, cupped her face in one hand, tangling it in her rich, gorgeous hair. "What is it, baby?" "Daddy!" Stacey could only say, overwhelmed by the tremulous lust she was feeling for him! Dave surmised he was going to have to be very gentle with his fragile little girl. "It's ok, baby." She curled herself into his strong chest, nuzzling his hair and smelling him, her big strong father! Oh she couldn't bear it! Dave stroked her hair, said "Shh, it's ok... " even as he felt Stacey move her soft, shy hand down his body, magnetically drawn to his cock. "Do you want to feel Daddy, baby?" She nodded weakly into his strong chest. He led her over to the bed, sat her down, and positioned himself between her legs. "Go ahead, it's ok," he said as he stroked her hair. Stacey ran her hands up the back of his powerful thighs and looked up at him with her beautiful green eyes. She ran her hands up and down, loving the feel of his muscles and skin. She clutched his ass and kissed his flat stomach at the same time, inhaling the masculine scents that so turned her on. She brought one hand around and laid it flat on his stomach, while looking up at him inquiringly. "Touch it, baby." Stacey turned her attention to the incredible sight before her. She felt her pussy spasm with desire looking at her father's cock—the object of all her longing! She tentatively gripped her hand around the base, amazed at how big it was—she could just circle it with her hand. She brought the shaft to her face and rubbed it lovingly against her cheek, letting her lips graze the sensitive skin. It was so tender and soft and hard at the same time. "It's so beautiful," she murmured, continuing to rub her cheek gently against it. Dave was clutching her hair just a little harder because her soft, tentative stroking was making him crazy. Stacey gripped his cock and gently squeezed, getting used to what she was feeling and seeing. She had always worshipped this man, and now she wanted nothing more than to worship his beautiful cock. She kissed the shaft, letting her lips run softly over the tiny veins and ridges, up and down, softly and gently. She held the base and brought the huge swollen head to her lips. She kissed it and licked up the clear drops of cum leaking out. Looking down at the sight of his cockhead being pressed against the sexy, beautiful lips of his daughter, Dave had to force himself not to shove his cock deep into her mouth. But he couldn't prevent a deep moan issuing from his throat when he felt her soft hand find his balls, squeeze and caress them, Stacey wanting to feel every inch of him. He grasped her hair tighter and closed his eyes, sucked in air through his teeth. Reaching down, Dave tugged at the white dress she was still wearing. "Let's get this off." Stacey still seemed in such a daze she couldn't move. Dave pulled her up, positioned himself in front of her, told her to "Lift your arms, baby." He tugged the silky dress up and over and tossed it aside, keeping his hands firmly on either side of her hips, pulling her close while pushing the top half of her body slightly back. He ran his hands over her shoulders and arms, caressing and fondling her upper body, before traveling down to her breasts, which were still clad in a thin white bra. He lightly ran a finger over the tips of her nipples, then pulled the straps down before taking it all the way off. He watched her nipples become more erect, saying "Mmmmmm ... " while pushing her back even further so that her large luscious tits were freely available to his hands and tongue. Dave marveled at how her petite, delicate frame could bear such full heaving globes. He held and squeezed and played with her creamy tits, molding and caressing them, kneading them a little harder as he kept her firmly pushed back and under his control. He murmured, "Your breasts are so sexy, baby, so perfect ... " while Stacey gasped at his touch. She reached up and grasped her father's warm, masculine hands, wanting to help him by pushing her heavy breasts closer together, up and towards him, just as she'd pictured doing a million times. Her dusky pink nipples stood out from her creamy flesh demanding to be sucked! Dave bent her back even further, holding her so those creamy mounds and those hard, strawberry colored nipples were pushed up in the air. They were quivering with need and beckoning to his mouth and tongue. Stacey could not even moan, just gasp in deep erotic pleasure as she took in the sight of her father, her handsome, sexy father, bending his head down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. She watched his beloved head of black curly hair move against her as he sucked those strawberry nipples inside his mouth with a moan of forbidden pleasure. She felt a violent jolt of electric lust travel from her nipples to her pussy as her Daddy took her tits into his hot, eager mouth! Dave swirled his tongue around the hard flesh, licking and sucking harder and harder. He playfully bit them. Daddy's tongue was teasing and tormenting and pleasuring his daughter, enflaming her, devouring her with delight. He loved both the delicious feel of her young hard nipples in his mouth and what he knew he was doing to his lusty little girl. "Yes, honey," his mouth seemed to say, "Yes, baby, Daddy's little girl tastes so sweet... " Stacey's eyes rolled up in her head, so new and overpowering were these sensations. She felt as weak as a rag doll in his powerful arms, her body totally at his command as he skillfully took her to a state of total sexual need. Dave could have kept feasting on Stacey's delectable tits forever, but he wanted to see how she was feeling. He pulled his mouth off her hot, swollen nipple with a little "pop," his attention now drawn to her shaking body and her obvious delirium at having her tits so expertly sucked. He brought her up and held her against his chest, caressing her cheek and sinking one hand into her thick, sensuous hair. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and the kind of sexual state he could induce in his lovers. He kissed her neck, murmuring seductively, "Did you like that, baby, hmmmmm?" as his hands began to roam over her body, which was so beautifully framed by her luxurious mane of hair. He loved its silky sensuous feel against her trembling skin. Stacey weakly nodded, shyly burying her face in his neck and rubbing the whole length of her body against him. She wanted to convey her pleasure by making sure to caress his hot throbbing cock with her thigh. "Oh, is that what you want ... " Dave inquired mischievously as he felt her rubbing against him. "You'll get Daddy's cock, baby, deep in your sweet little cunt... " as he reached down to feel her. "But Daddy wants to see how your little pussy is doing first, do you want that?" Stacey eagerly nodded her head in his neck while wrapping one leg around his muscular thigh, to open herself to him. "Mmmm," he said, as he finally peeled off her tiny thong, which was absolutely drenched in her wetness. The delicious aroma of his daughter's pussy reached him and he made a deep, instinctual masculine groan. "Come over here," he said, leading her to a comfortable office chair. He sat down and drew her on top of him, facing outwards, her ass deliciously positioned right over his cock. She squirmed on him, backing up, her weak trembling body feeling wonderfully supported by his arms. He whispered in her neck, "Spread your legs, ... that's good ... " as Stacey pushed her ass cheeks deeper against his hips. Dave's throbbing dick pushed up through his daughter's legs, which were spread wide for him on either side of his thighs. It was already glistening with her cunt juice. He held Stacey tightly, his face in her neck, his voice near her ear, her body positioned to give him total access. She was totally at his mercy. "Tell me what you want, baby, tell Daddy ... " he said, as he slowly rubbed his throbbing cock along her wet slit. Stacey spread her legs, moaned "Touch me, Daddy! Please! Touch my pussy!" She felt like she would die if she didn't feel his hands in her cunt! His cock was teasing her, driving her wild. She was so worked up from his mouth on her breasts that she had to have his big hands on her! She ground her hips down, desperately trying to rub her swollen clit against his hard cock, needing the stimulation. Dave felt Stacey trembling and shaking and knew she was getting close to coming. Her lithe body squirmed on his chest, her lovely ass was grinding back at him and begging him to help her. He murmured, "Do you want Daddy to make you come, princess?" She moaned "Yes, yes, please, Daddy, hurry!" Dave's arm reached around her and his big, warm, fatherly hand, so comforting, found her cunt. She tensed her back against his chest, bucking her pussy against his hand, needing his firm touch. Dave kept up the naughty movement of his hard cock against her soaked slit, her swollen pussy lips, and went directly for her clit with his expert fingers. He wanted his little girl to have her orgasm and get what she needed. She was so close. He kissed her tenderly on the neck, sweetly and slowly, and kept kissing her as his hard cock and his controlling hand fed the raging need in her cunt. He whispered, "Feel good, baby?" as his thumb flicked harder and faster on her clit, insistently and firmly bringing her to orgasm. Stacey moaned out "YES!! Oh Yes, Daddy! YES! Don't stop Daddy, don't stop!" Heat rushed to her pussy and focused like a laser in her swollen clit. "Yes, Daddy, yes" she moaned as her legs shook and an explosion gathered in her thighs, back, and womb. Her pussy belonged to her Daddy! "Oh, Daddy's going to make me come," she thought, "Daddy's going to make me come!" The need in her body flooded her pussy lips and her clit, electrified by her father's touch and presence. "Ahhhh!" She yelled out, as she submitted completely to his demanding fingers. "OH! Coming, Daddy! I'm coming!! Oh oh oh!" as her hot pussy burst on his hand and against his cock. Dave held her spasming body tightly, kept kissing her neck sweetly and tenderly as she came, "That's good, baby, that's good, come for me, honey, come for Daddy... " "Oh, oh!" Stacey moaned, her thighs trembling and shaking, her clit pulsing. Ohhh she felt so good, this was so good! As she came down from her orgasm she suddenly found herself so attracted to her father she couldn't stand it. She rubbed her wet pussy along his hard cock, grinding on it, wanting him to feel her pleasure and her arousal. She glued herself to him, while he wrapped her gorgeous hair around her. She kissed his neck, grateful and pleased. The fire she felt for her father was just getting started. The Internship Chap 1 - A Tourist Accident I was in my third year of medical school when my parents died on an eco-tourist expedition to the Zambezi. Despite prolonged and expensive efforts, no trace of their bodies, or of the other tourist couple and the guides in their canoe, were ever located. The only explanation that came back to me and other members of the family from Africa was that a rogue male hippo in the grip of mating fever was responsible. About a month after the accident, there was a service for mom and dad in their neighborhood church. I was expected to say something, and did. I was brief. I recounted the energy with which they attacked life, whether at work or at play. I pointed to the efforts they supported to improve the human condition. As their only child, I said that I felt a special duty to carry on as they had. I named a charity where contributions could be sent. Afterwards, I stayed the minimum amount of time necessary to say hello to the friends and relatives present, and made my excuses. It took only a day or two for me to see that sitting around in a gloomy funk was a hell of a way to grieve. If my dad had been there, his advice would have been, "Get off your ass and do something." My parents had made several large gifts to the medical school, and the Dean looked me up to express his regrets. He added that if I needed some extra time to get back in sync with my classmates, that could be arranged. The conversation brought me up short with the realization that the frenzy of the last year of medical school was leaving me behind unless I really did get off my ass. In a month, I was caught up, but without enthusiasm for the work. The M.D., and the internship and residency beyond it no longer seemed like the Holy Grail. I went for hard early morning runs and lectured myself that it was foolhardy to throw away seven years of university just because of a personal tragedy I could have done nothing to prevent. I kept at the grind. My dad's lawyer called and said the accidental death outside the U.S. with no bodies meant months, probably a year or more, before any estate matters got settled. He said that as trustee of my grandfather's trust for me, he could invade it for a variety of emergency needs and I shouldn't worry about money while finishing school. My sometimes girlfriend Alison and I had been drifting away from each other, and the accident ended us as a couple. I kissed her and told her I had too many issues to have a girlfriend. Graduation and the internship letters came right after each other. I stood looking at the posting with my classmates. I'd gotten my first choice and was being pounded on the back for my good fortune. I closed my eyes and knew with sudden clarity that I wasn't going to accept. I didn't know what I was going to do, but it was not a medical internship. I found Alison, who was sniffling a bit over getting a third choice and told her internships were a year of ridiculous hazing regardless of where you went, and that she still had a great chance at a good residency afterwards. Then I sought out our academic advisor and told him of my decision. He gave me a hard look and said, "You've thought about this, haven't you?" I told him of my doubts about life direction and the need to find myself again. Then I asked for a special favor, and said that if he could replace me with Alison, that would be very nice, because she had been kind to me after the accident. Two weeks later, Alison showed up at my apartment door. I showed her in and offered a drink. When I came back to the living room, she was sitting on the sofa with nothing on but a smile. "I owe you a special thanks. Professor Allen says he talked me into your intern slot!" I handed her the glass, but she also grabbed my hand and pulled me down into her lap. Suddenly, I was looking up at her past two jutting nipples on the front of the nicest boobs around. First, I got a nipple brushing across my lips and then I got a long hot kiss while her free hand was undoing my pants. She panted into my ear, "After we broke up, I was sure I could find another guy, but nothing worked. I haven't had any sex in six months and I am really horny." She closed in for another kiss. I decided not to tell her that between one thing and another, I hadn't been laid in six months either. I stood up and stepped out of my pants and picked her up. I walked into the kitchen and sat her on the counter while I made us two super sized margaritas and found some munchies. It took several detours for kisses and nipple tweaks to get things ready. I think she was discovering that what she thought was a sympathy fuck was looking up. I was smiling and telling her jokes. Actually, making the decision to pass up the internship had lifted a load on me. Or at least it felt that way. I picked her up over my shoulder so I could massage her fine ass and went into the bedroom, where I gave her a big toss that landed her in the middle of the bed. I went into the bathroom and grabbed the special tube my sister left the last time she was in town, then stopped in the kitchen for the drink tray and returned to the bedroom. My former lover was stretched out with one leg up and everything showing. Her eyes were fastened on my prick which was erect and pointing at her. I set the tray down on the night table and climbed in behind her with my back to the headboard, cushioned by pillows. I pulled her up on my thighs facing me and handed her a drink. I clinked glasses with her and toasted, "Here's to the nicest, sexiest woman in my class, and the best intern St. Agatha's Hospital will ever have." She took a large gulp of the drink and let it work its way down inside her. Then she hitched herself forward until her front was up against me and gave me an incredible kiss. My fingers worked her nipples as my cock rose up between us. She whispered, "Why did we break up? This is very nice. I'm in love with you all over again. " I grabbed the green tube and showed it to her. "Read me what it says." "Lover's Cream, guaranteed edible." She looked at me and blushed. "Tony, you're not..." I interrupted. "Hold still. Put your hands on my shoulders and kiss me." She obeyed and I spread a generous layer of the cream on my fingers and moved them to her pussy right down in front of me. A very wet and throbbing pussy. Our tongues were trading spit back and forth. In between kisses she was twitching and letting out low moans. I worked the cream carefully into her pussy lips, and then sent a fingerful up into her cunt, which contracted around me. I stayed away from her clit. If I rubbed her there, a giant orgasm was likely. I squeezed a line of cream out across her breasts, then brought my fingers up to work it in, making sure the stiff nipples got their share. "Tony, I can't take more of this. I have to have you." With my mouth tightly fastened to her left nipple, I placed my hands on her ass and raised it up and forward. The tip of my erection was grazing her cleft. "Tony, please, please." I let her down on me. We had been coupled many times before like this and it felt good. Damn good. "Oh shit. I am really going to miss your big cock, Tony. " She squeezed me, hard. I thrust up into her, gently. "Relax a bit, Alison, we're not in a hurry, are we?" I reached over and got her drink. She took another large gulp, stared at me with her best "fuck me" eyes, and rocked back and forth. I tried to guage how much loving our six months of abstinence would produce. All night? Half the night? I said in a low macho voice, "I haven't had a chance to taste that stuff my sister left behind." She hissed in my ear, "You are NOT going to make we wait while you lick that all off!" By the time she finished saying that, I had her off my prick and was sliding down under her. Thirty seconds after my mouth and my fingers went to work, Alison was screaming her head off with a giant orgasm, twisting and shaking and beating her hands on me. Her cream and my sister's cream were like a warm milkshake. I pulled her down alongside me and fed her my cream coated fingers. She melted into me and her tongue filled my mouth. Her eyes were closed but her body was still doing little twitches here and there. She whispered to me, "What about your lonesome cock?" "Unless you're racing out of here to your next date, he's feeling patient." I pulled the spread up over us. Her head was tucked into me. I kissed her hair and played with her ears. She lay back and said, "I thought I was going to be in and out of here in an hour." "Do I get to kid you about giving the orphan his sympathy fuck?" "No, I don't think so. I wanted to say a proper goodbye and I wasn't even sure there was sex involved. You were really down when we broke up." She added softly, "Things are better?" "Things are definitely better, but after all these years of having my life totally organized for me, I actually have to figure a few things out." I leaned over and kissed her again. She sat up and drained her glass. One hand was fisting me back to life. Then she was stretched out on top of me, having gotten herself speared nicely. "If I invite you to see me at St. Agatha's on my once a month weekend off, will you come?" "And have sex with you while you catch up on sleep deprivation?" We laughed. She mused at me, "Did I ever get awakened by your eager cock in me?" She squeezed me to make the point. Before I could respond, "Of course, by then you'll have a couple of hotties on each arm." "And some tall alpha male will be buried ten inches deep in you." She turned us over. "Fuck me, Tony. Give me something to remember you by." I did. By morning, she was hoarse from cuming at least a dozen times, and I had shot off in her four times myself. I smelled coffee and opened my eyes. The sun was shining on those marvelous tits, and she was extending a fresh cup to me. Alison lay back against me and sighed. "Why don't we fly to Vegas, get married, buy a Jeep, drive to some green mountain meadow in Utah, open a clinic, and live happily ever after?" I hugged her and sighed myself. There was a thought in my head that marrying this woman might make me a better man than I was, and chasing rainbows with her would be fun. She sat up. "I can smell me. I can smell you on me. We better have a shower." The hot water hit us and there was a total meltdown. Tears from both of us. Our lives were turning corners and it wasn't all that fun. I soaped her and rubbed us together. We stepped into each other and cried some more. When the hot water ran out, the tears were gone. Her folks were coming at noon to help move her stuff out of the apartment. Which reminded me to get organized to move out myself. Hugs and kisses and strangled goodbyes and it was over. I gave a last wave as she turned the corner. Chap 2 - Helen I called Frank Conover, my father's lawyer, on Monday morning and asked to come by and get an update on where things stood with the estate. Told him I had some vague plans about what I wanted to do next with my life. He said to come over just before lunch. I sent Randy Francis, my best buddy and skiing partner from high school, an email asking "You there?" and telling him to call me when he had a chance. I called my aunt Helen and asked if I could spend a week or two at the family lake cabin. "Tony, you are always welcome there. Please do go up. Malcolm and I won't be around until the 4th." I went down to auto row and bought a used Toyota pickup of recent vintage with all the offroad options, and headed over to Frank's office. He had some news. "We've started the process of getting a court determination that your parents are legally dead, so that the estate can go to probate. It's going faster than I thought but we are months away from a judgment. I should tell you that my inventory of the estate shows that it will likely exceed twenty million after debts and taxes are paid. And you are the sole heir under their wills. In the meantime, your grandfather's trust, which will terminate when you are twenty-five, three years from now, has done very well lately, and has a value of nearly five million." He smiled at me, "Do you suppose you can get by on five million until the estate is settled?" "Frank, I really appreciate your dealing with a sad piece of business. I know my folks wanted me to make my own way in the world, but it won't hurt to have resources." I smiled back at him. We agreed to stay in touch by email because I wasn't sure where I was going after moving out of the apartment. The next stop was a store to acquire an armful of boxes and tape. I was feeling acutely lonely at Alison's departure. A little voice said, call up one of the other girls in your class. I said, shut up, I'm still in love. I thought about calling her, and realized that was the worst thing I could do. After an hour of taping boxes, I either had to go for a run, or go to a bar. Actually, I did both. As I sat at the bar in the old student hangout, munching on a too large hamburger, and slurping a too large beer, the end of year enthusiasm around me was loud and joyous. Whatever the outcome, another school year was over. Hallelujah. I looked around carefully. When you come back, buddy, everything is going to be past tense. That made me gloomy. Everyone tells you to live in the moment, but when the moment is up, some part of you is gone. I was almost back to the apartment when my phone rang. It was Helen. "Hi, believe it or not I'm in your backyard at a conference. I was going to suggest lunch, but it's a little late for that now. " I broke in and asked if dinner at my place would work. She gushed at me, "That sounds wonderful, Tony, is there one of your margaritas to go with that?" "For my best aunt? Always." I gave her directions and stopped at the market for supplies. When I opened the door, there was Helen looking incredibly impressive in a tailored suit and heels. She was a tall woman, and in her heels, her eyes were level with mine and I am six foot. I showed her in and offered the promised margarita. "Could I possibly use your shower? I really need a cleanup." I had the margarita waiting and was working on a salad when she appeared in the archway with the big bath towel wrapped around her. I smiled at her and said, "Well that's an improvement. If you weren't joined at the hip to Malcolm, I'd make an instant pass at you." She smiled and blushed at me. "Tony, you have those dancing Calabrese eyes that get girls into trouble. How's your love life? Before you answer that, please let me have one of your big shirts or something. I can't stand the idea of getting back into those conference clothes." I came back from my room with a nice clean white shirt. She dropped the towel, showing me a fine back view, and pulled on the shirt. It went to the bottom of her butt, barely. She turned around and asked, "How many buttons do I need to close?" I turned her back around, pulled the shirt open and took a grip on her firm breasts. Then leaned forward and kissed her neck. She relaxed against me. "I guess it is not just your eyes that are dangerous, is it?" Before she detected something getting hard, I moved around and got back to fixing the salad. The soup was already simmering. She sat at the counter, with a lot of chest showing, and sipped her drink. "You're very nice to take in an old lady like me. Are you going to offer me shelter for the night? I'd just as soon not go back to that hotel room. Why do I feel so damn comfortable around you? You didn't answer my question about your love life." I laughed. "That's an awful lot of questions at once. First, yes, please stay the night, we can fix up the sofabed in the living room. Second, I feel as comfortable around you as you say you are around me. We must have good chemistry. Third. my girlfriend and I cried our eyes out the night before last because she is taking up an internship at St. Agatha's and I'm not. " I finished the salad and started serving the thick soup I had prepared. She walked around the counter, hugged me to her ample chest, and kissed me on the lips. "Hmmm. I remember my college first love and I went through that kind of breakup too. We were going to grad schools thousands of miles away from each other. I cried off and on for a week." We took the bowls into the living room and sat down on the sofa next to each other. The tail of the shirt was not quite covering up Helen's best parts. I grabbed the throw from behind me and spread it over her knees. She looked at me and said, "Decency is restored?" I leaned over and pinched a nipple through the open slot in the front of the shirt. "Naughty." But it didn't sound like she meant it. The soup was good. The salad was good. The toasted french bread was good. The pinot noir was excellent. She was hungry and the food went down fast. I looked at her empty bowl and said, "There's some ice cream to go with that, if you like." She pulled up the shirt tail, uncovering a very flat belly for a woman close to fifty. "You see that. It doesn't stay like that because I eat ice cream!" She lay back, still maintaining decency with the sofa blanket, and said, "turn out the lights and come back here and cuddle with me so we can talk. I haven't been this relaxed in years." As I was about to climb in behind her, she said, "And lose those pants too." We wiggled around for a minute, getting adjusted. I wasn't hard, fortunately, but wondered how long that would last, especially after she placed my hand under the shirt on her warm, handfilling boob. "There, that's better. Now we can talk." What happened was that we both were asleep in an instant. I woke up as she was gently removing my hand from inside the shirt. "Have to pee," she said. I followed behind. "Me too." She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom with her. When she sat down and noisily let loose, she also reached out and fondled me. "You are nice and large, Tony. The girls must like that." With her hand on me, I was getting larger fast. She laughed and stroked me some more, then leaned forward and kissed the head. She wiped and stood up. "Now you." She pulled the hard thing in the right direction and pointed it down. I obliged with a stream. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I found a glass in the dark and got us some water. "Is it ok if we crawl into your bed? That sofa is hard on my old girl back." She padded into my room, pulled back the covers, dropped the shirt, and slipped inside. I went to make sure the front door was locked and chained. On the way back I decided she wanted bare skin in the bed with her and obliged. In my ear, she said, "I feel so naughty, naked in a bed with my studly nephew. In my mother's day, this was living in sin." I pulled her back against my front, lifting her leg to make room for my erection, and said, "Sleep, woman, not sex." She sighed and we went quickly to dreamland. I heard the shower in the morning, but decided to stay where I was until she finished. It shut off after a while and I was about to get up when she walked into my room, wrapping her hair in a towel, but otherwise gloriously naked. She pulled the sheet down, baring my backside, and began applying lotion to her legs. I turned over and admired her. She looked at me, and my hardening cock, and went back to her lotion. I sat up behind her, put my hand around front and asked for lotion in it. Her neck and back were tense, but loosened nicely as I worked the muscles. She made approving noises and said, "I'm going to turn over, but you are to do all of me, both sides." The tone was light, with an edge in it. She lay there knees up and closed and waited for me to work on her feet. I sat crosswise to her legs and worked all the bones and muscles of her feet. The Internship "God, no wonder girls love you. I'm already wet, and you haven't got to my good parts." I sat on the foot of the bed, facing her. "Put your feet on my shoulders." I went to work on her calves and thighs. There was a lot of muscle needing attention. "Are you still playing tennis? These legs are in very good shape." Her thighs were partially spread, with the dark bush between them providing a hint of mystery. Between her legs, she could see my erection, which she was studying. "I've been awake on and off during the night, deciding how I was going to ask you to put that beautiful thing in me." "What did you decide?" "Until you told me about Alison, I was worried about poaching. After that, I decided to just tell you I'm insanely hot for you and please, please make love to me." "I'll be right back." I went into the kitchen and fixed some special juice for her. And another version for me. I started the espresso maker and in a few minutes had a tray with juice, coffee, and toast with marmalade. I went back into the bedroom. She was entirely spread out, with fingers idly buried in her pussy. Her her best bedroom eyes looked at me. I thought of the picture of the naked Maja in the Prado which I had seen with my parents years ago My cock was slowly gaining altitude. I set the tray down and handed her the glass of juice. "You'll like this. Special recipe." She drank from the glass and lay back, flexing her hips in my direction. "No sex before breakfast?" "I had a teenage lust for you off and on for years. I'm just as anxious looking at you today as I was when I was fourteen." "My god, Tony, that's almost ten years ago." I passed her the espresso cup, and a piece of toast. Her eyes were dilating, so I could tell the special juice was working. I sipped my own and kept staring at her. "What were you thinking about just then?" "You are very beautiful lying there so relaxed and just being your horny self, as you put it. I was thinking about the time my parents took me to the Prado and we spent time in front of the two paintings of the naked Maja. One with clothes and one without. Mom said it was ok to look at nude women's bottoms in museums, but not other places." "So, years later, you have middle-aged me to gawk at?" She brought a knee up and opened herself more for my view. "Do you like to talk about sex before you do it?" "When I was your age, with my hand around a hot, throbbing cock, and my panties wet, I just wanted to get that hard thing into me as fast as possible." I reached over to the drawer and got out the tube of cream. I pulled her hand out of the way, stretched the lips open and squeezed out a liberal amount, from the prominent clit down to her juicy opening. "Try your fingers in that and then taste them." I sat back and tore off a piece of toast. The toast tasted great. She looked surprised, but did as I asked. She had a good technique. I suspected her fingers got more of a workout in that furry cleft than Malcolm's cock. She put her tongue out to check the fingers, then pushed them all the way into her mouth. Very sexy. "Tony, what is that stuff? If I wasn't waiting for that cock of yours, I'd come in a minute with it." "My sister left it the last time she was here. She said my women friends would love having me lick it from them." "Are you serious? Your tongue is going to work me over?" I laughed as I eased myself between her legs. "Does it taste good?" "Hell yes. Incredible." "Well?" I wrapped my arms around her thighs and took a firm grip on her hips as I buried my face, my lips and my tongue in her. The taste was fantastic. My sister wouldn't tell me what was in it. Just said girls loved it. I decided to hold her down and torture her until she fessed up, the next time I saw her. Helen was having a delayed reaction to my attack. I guess she had her focus on my hard cock driving into her, and instead she was getting a bath from my mouth and tongue. It wasn't very many seconds, though, before all her pelvic muscles were in action and her little moans got very much louder and then quickly were screams as she came. And then came some more, and some more. I let up and she pulled hard on my long hair. "Get up here, you bastard. Who said you could get me off like that? You have no permission to make me scream." She was still muttering as my cock eased into the creamy cunt. I gave her another good taste of the cream with my tongue, which meant her mouth was full when the next orgasm took her. This was a good one. The spasms went from her toes to her head and back. I began driving harder and harder into her, trying to prolong what I hoped was a great fuck. Harder, harder, and then a major blast from me into her channel, which produced an even louder scream and pounding on my back and violent kicking of her heels on my butt. She was mostly passed out. I wasn't far away from that myself. I got up and staggered into the bathroom, moistened some hand towels with hot water, and returned to do cleanup. I whispered in her ear, "If I posted a video of that on You Tube, it would make you an instant star." She turned and tried to swat me. Didn't work. "I'm going to get you for this. All I wanted was some quiet loving from my nephew. Instead, I get biggest fuck of my life from a sex fiend." She rolled into me and covered my face with kisses. "I suppose you are going to run me through the shower, into those awful clothes, and send me back to the conference?" Before I could answer, my phone started ringing. I picked it up and saw Alison was calling. OMG, now what? "Tony, my dad has to fly to New York with an emergency and won't be back until the end of the week. After all those tears, are you willing to have me back for a few days?" Oh shit. How do I rate two of the hottest women around? I said, "Hang on a minute, someone is at the door." I put the phone on mute and pulled Helen into me. "I have an idea, but you have to decide right now. I was going to suggest you tell Malcolm that you've convinced me to go to the lake cabin with you and do the opening chores. But this is Alison, who says she miraculously has three more days here and is it ok if we get together. If you are willing to share, the three of us can go up there." Before I finished, Helen had my cock in her hand, squeezing viciously and whispering yes, yes, yes. I turned the phone on speaker and said, "It was just a package. About getting together, I've promised my aunt Helen to go up to the family lake place and help open it up. Would it work for us to go together?" "Yes, yes! But we have to do something with my mom." I thought of me and three women to keep happy and said, "Tell your dad that you are spending a few days with your dearest, loving boyfriend and he needs to take your mother with him and show her a good time, especially in bed." "Tony, you are as bad as ever. But I'll do it. When do you want me over there?" "As soon as you can. Helen said she would show up any minute now." Click. I turned to the sexpot in my arms and kissed her. And ran my thumbs over her nipples. "You are making me gush again, you devil." I was nicely hard, so turned her in to straddle me, and let her slide down until we were bone to bone again. We rocked back and forth. She squeezed me. I thrust up into her. Not much energy left in us, but it felt nice. She put her head on my shoulder. "I'm happy to share you, but what about Alison?" "I have some ideas. Just follow my lead. Now, if you don't want to put that impressive executive clothing back on, you're free to see what you can find in my closet." I went out to move my car so Alison could park in its place. I'd just finished when Alison came zooming in. She leapt out and into my arms, exclaiming, "Tony! I feel like I just got out of jail!" Lots of kisses later, Helen came up to us and said, "Ah, the young lovers are reunited. I'm so glad you can come with us, Alison. We can work on our tans and terrorize Tony as he does chores." Chap 3 - At the Lake We loaded the car and I insisted the two of them get in back so they didn't have to shout across the seat at each other. Helen had on a pair of my running shorts and a sloppy white t-shirt she found somewhere. The shorts were loose on me and tight on her. The long legs looked fabulous. I let them chatter away until the the conversation level died down, and said, "Alison, I have a confession to make. I was feeling very lonely without you around. And not going to be around, damn it. So when Helen came out of my shower in only a towel, I lost control and went after her. I hope you don't mind." Alison was looking at me in the rear view mirror, and then she was looking at Helen. And she was smiling. "Well? What did you think?" "I've never come like that in my life. He's incredible." They embraced, hugging and kissing. Alison giggled, "Honey, Helen's going to be our landlady at the lake. I think she is going to want privileges. Can you take care of two horny women going around naked to get rid of their tan lines?" Helen leaned over and whispered in Alison's ear. Suddenly, the view in the mirror was of four gorgeous tits bouncing with the car. The two of them kissed some more while their fingers were busy feeling each other up. "If you two don't stop that, there is going to be a wreck because I'm looking in the mirror instead of at the road." "Tony, you know all about these tits, you don't need to look right now." But she leaned back and pulled Alison on top of her, kneading and pinching the muscular butt. I was still looking in the mirror and hard as a rock. "You do it." "No, you do it, you need him more than I do. I'm still recovering from this morning." Alison's shorts came off and my naked lover was in the front seat undoing my pants. "Tony, I'm not doing this unless your eyes are on the road. Don't pay attention to me, watch the road." How, I wondered, can you pay attention to the road when a warm mouth has swallowed your cock? Alison gave great blow jobs, but up to now I hadn't gotten one while driving. Helen was leaning over the front, her bare tits poking at me. She was watching Alison's technique and making dirty comments. "Hey kiddo, that's not bad. Do you take it all the way down? Do you let him shoot inside there?" Alison looked up at her with an innocent expression, "Helen, you have so much more experience than I do. When we get to the lake, can I have a deep throat lesson?" I grabbed my cock back, stroked a few times and blasted them both in the face. Their expressions went through shock, anger, and giggles as they licked me off of their bodies, then frenched each other for a long time. "Ok, wenches, we're almost there. Better get decent." Helen's stern voice came from the back seat, "Now, let's get one thing straight, this is my lake house, and my rules." Silence from the front seat. "There are only three rules. Clothes are optional. Be nice to your friends. Enjoy yourselves." Soon I was trudging up the hill to the sunny deck, weighted down with suitcases, but not minding because of the incredible view of two women with sneakers on and otherwise showing off their naked charms. Looking at those tight butts, I suspected I was going to have trouble on our daily runs. Could my ego stand to be beaten? There was enough white skin to justify a lot of laying out. With sunscreen, of course. Which I would be required to apply. Things were looking up, so to speak. The house was cool and musty and all the utilities were off. After an hour of instruction from Helen, I had water on, water heater on, faucets and toilets checked, and was getting ready for a general hosedown. The women were making a shopping list for the country store. On their way out the door, Alison smiled and suggested the kitchen floor was really grimy, and if there was to be a nice dinner, then perhaps some scrubbing was in order? I treated myself to a beer and found a cushion for one of the deck chairs in the sun. Was I enough of a man to take cleaning orders from my girlfriend? Or should I show my macho side and go canoeing? By the end of the beer, I was on my knees with ammonia suds and a brush. The floor was filthy. Must not be too many servile males around. Speaking of that, a voice in my head was saying that I would be a fool to give Alison up. But the other voice, full of self-pity, said I had to strike out on my own and get my life back together. The real me scrubbed harder and harder, letting the voices argue. The in love voice said how was I ever going to find another woman like Alison, who was all broken up about not sharing our lives together. The self pity voice answered that college lovers broke up all the time, did not ruin their lives, and found great partners later on. How, the voice asked, was I going to find myself if I was weighed down by love and someone else's busy medical existence. Before the argument ended, I was finished with the floor and heard the car coming up the drive. I went down to help with the groceries, asking myself how I was going to get out of this pickle. In addition to the groceries, the women had dropped in on the dry goods store next door, which had a summer supply of swim suits among other things. After more cleaning, I proposed a canoe ride to try out the new suits and check the lake. Off came the flowery sun dresses, which apparently did not need underwear beneath them. On went matching bright yellow bikinis. Actually, the tiny scraps didn't hide a thing. Nipples were very prominent. The buns were completely uncovered, and the fronts were a disgrace, with pussy hair showing all around. "If those are decent, I'd hate to see what is indecent." Helen and Alison giggled and thrust their hips at me. "We are just trying to attract a little male attention! Do we have your attention?" "Is there a waxing place around here?" Helen said, "I suppose you want us bare as babies?" Alison chimed in, "Actually, he likes us natural. At least that's what he tells me when he is about to stick his face you know where." I kissed them both, grabbed some refreshments, and got them into the canoe. Helen lounged on a cushion in the middle. Alison had the bow, and I was steering, or trying to with a lot of distraction from the gorgeous feminine flesh right in front of me. How much better does it get than lazing around in a canoe on a lake with two beautiful women you know you are going to have sex with tonight? All the important worries occupying me were melting. The sun was dropping toward the trees when we got back. The women went up to start dinner and I hauled the canoe out. Helen was in the kitchen and said, "She's in the shower. Why don't you join her because the hot may not last." Good advice. There was a real shower in the bathroom, and Alison was in it. "Coming in with me?" As I wrapped soapy arms around her, I said to myself that I wasn't going to let her get away. Just that much decision. I wasn't going to let her get away. We could work out the rest later. With the roast in the oven, I made a pitcher of margaritas and we settled on the deck to watch the sunset. Alison was nestled into one side of me, and Helen had the other. The sofa felt special with such lovely arm rests. I took a long sip of lime and tequila and kissed them both. I let the silence of the moment wash over us and said to Helen, "I made a decision today. I think you are going to like it." Alison thought I was talking about something to do with Helen and sat relaxed. I gently pulled her into my lap and kissed her again. I whispered slowly into her ear, "I can't let you go." More silence. Then she said, "What did you say?" Her eyes were wide open. She tried to sit up. I glanced at Helen, who had a very wide smile on her face. I held Alison down and whispered again, "I can't let you go." This time she jumped up and stood in front of us, coloring, and shouted, "Tony, you can't do this to me! I can't take jokes about us!" She sobbed back into my arms, "You're not fair. Not fair." Helen's eyes were saying, "You mean it, don't you?" I hugged Alison and said, "Have I ever said something important to you that I didn't mean?" She pulled my head down and kissed me, violently. Helen got up and went into the kitchen, making cooking noises. Alison scrambled up and straddled me, grabbing my hair and kissing everywhere she could reach. I pulled her in tight. "I don't know how we will make it work, but we'll figure something out." She leaned back and looked at me, tears streaming. "You really mean it, don't you, dumbnut?" "Yes, I do, Doctor Alison Thompson. Will you be mine?" She grabbed my hand and led us into the kitchen. "Did this guy just propose to me?" Helen hugged us both, a little teary herself. "I think he did, honey. I think that's what he did. Are you happy?" "Oh. My. God. This good for nothing new M.D. breaks my heart last weekend, then he gets me up here and breaks it again today. But at least he broke it in the right direction." She was laughing and smiling through her tears. "I shouldn't tell you this but I cried myself to sleep last night. I was ready to ditch the internship, go back to your apartment and crawl into your bed." She was tight in my arms, still shaking. Helen said, with emotion in her voice, "You know, I think the two of you might just be right for each other. Now, let's have dinner." The two lovers were pretty messed up, but Helen took charge and poured a lot of wine. She said it was our engagement party. She went and found her camera and took pictures. We kissed a lot. She even found some brandy to go with the strawberries, out on the deck. We wouldn't let her go back in the house when she said we should have time to ourselves. Alison got a blanket and the three of us cuddled under it. The stars were bright. The lake was quiet. Alison broke the silence with a giggle. "Helen, you are not leaving us alone in bed tonight. We came up here as a guy with two girls, and that's how it is going to be." "I've never been to an engagement party where the bride to be invited me into bed with her man. This should be interesting." She giggled too as Alison and I drew her across our laps under the blanket, removed the dress, and went to work on her best parts. "Stop that, you're getting me all hot and bothered." My fingers were working in her pussy. Alison was twisting her nipples in between wet kisses. "I mean it, you're going to...." All the pent up emotion of watching two lovers get engaged came out in a rush of orgasm. She buried her face in Alison's bosom and screamed out her climax. Alison and I leaned in and had yet another tender kiss. She whispered, "So the two of you are going to do that to me later?" Helen pulled down the front of Alison's dress and gave a good swipe with her teeth at the welcoming nipple. "Why later? You just attacked me for no good reason." We moved the party inside and went upstairs to the bedroom overlooking the lake. Alison and I brushed our teeth and Helen ran a soapy washcloth between her legs. "The two of you should be ashamed making an old lady come like that. Such disrespect!" Her nipples were still sticking out a mile and she had that makeout look on her face. We climbed into the big bed together. Before Helen could get anything going, Alison said, "I have a favor to ask. I have such a nice glow on, can we save the sex for tomorrow? I promise you can chase me around and take me in every room if you want." More giggles. Instant sleep. The fresh coffee aroma woke me up. Brilliant sun was shining in the window. The woman I got engaged to last night was still snuggled up to me, eyes closed. The warmth from the other side was missing, but arriving up the stairs with breakfast. The Internship "Hey, it's seven-thirty. Doctors don't get to sleep late. But just this once, the love birds get their breakfast in bed." I sat up and pulled Alison up with me. She was still out of it. Maybe an emotional letdown in progress. Helen handed me the tray, dropped her robe and climbed in. I looked at her and mouthed "kiss." She smiled, happy not to be forgotten when love was being handed out. Alison rolled over me sleepily and latched onto a breast. Helen said, "If you're not careful, a little squirmy thing is going to be doing that to you one of these days." She ran her fingers through Alison's hair and hugged tightly. Alison kept sucking and made little comfort noises. I sipped my coffee and kneaded the curvy behind that was across my thighs. She disappeared into the bathroom and I asked Helen, "Can I spirit her away this morning for a run and some talk?" "I think you should. How are you going to deal with her internship? Not that it's any of my business." "Dad's lawyer says there is quite a bit of money in the estate. Seven figures worth, probably. I'm thinking about medical outreach somewhere useful. I don't need a license to practice for that. The M.D. by itself will give me credibility." I kissed her forehead. "You know, in a crazy way, having great sex with you and being up here is making all this better." Alison heard that coming back into the room and pounced on my aunt. "Yes, yes, yes. I heard Tony say he's taking me for a private run, so there has to be some ransom paid." She pulled down the sheet, exposing my hard cock. Helen let Alison maneuver her over and down on me. My gorgeous forty year old aunt was getting a morning fuck engineered by my fiance. I worked on Helen's tits and wondered if this event was in the bridal planning book. Alison had her hands on Helen's hips, urging her up and down, faster and faster. I pinched and slapped the tits lightly. I was getting there very fast and so was Helen. "Help, he's going to come in me! That stuff is for you!" Alison caught Helen on the up stroke with a hard slap on her behind. Then another and a regular tattoo. "Oh god, you've done it to me again." Helen was gasping and squeezing me and screaming out an even better orgasm than last night. I flipped Helen off and grabbed Alison. "Are you sure you haven't been doing threesomes before. Your partner is getting pretty good sex." Helen said, "Pretty good? I've never had sex this good before." Alison leaned over and kissed her. "You have to promise that after Tony and I are married, you will still come over for some group loving." "Oh, it's really hard for me to promise that. What will the neighbors say?" Helen was completely splayed out on the bed, dripping, and smiling from ear to ear. "Another thing. How come I've had sex twice and Alison hasn't had any? Do you need some help getting the parts to fit?" I said, "Alison and I need to go on a run and talk about our future. Also about problems with our sex life." This got instant attention and two female bodies advancing on me. I scrambled off the bed and went looking for my running clothes. I overheard Helen saying, "If you need me to put him in his place, just ask." Alison came over, rummaging in her duffel next to me. "I'm going to get you. We haven't even consummated our engagement and we have sex problems?" I innocently asked, "What does it mean to consummate an engagement?" She drove a hip into me and said, "You'll find out about that on the trail." We downed some more coffee, grabbed pieces of toast and were out the door. The first mile was hard. The altitude and last night's fine wine beat on us. By mile three, we were in the groove, more or less, and could talk. "Do you want to talk while we run, or talk when we get somewhere?" She looked sideways at me and upped the pace. So that's it, I thought. If you can talk, you're not trying hard enough. Luckily for me, by the time we'd covered a 10K, we arrived at a glacial tarn I had always loved. Stopping for only a second to dump clothes and sneakers, Alison was into the cold water in a flash. By the time I was ready to follow, she was halfway across to a small island of smooth rocks. I climbed out and lay beside her. I was frozen but the sun was warm and the wind was calm. "So, smartass, what was that about sex problems?" She glared at me. "Hey, it was innocent funning!" "In front of your aunt, who just had another of her incredible orgasms and was making me feel self-conscious?" I closed my eyes and put my head down on my arms. "Ok, ok, I promise never ever to make a crack like that again. Promise." Silence. Then a warm body draping itself over me, and a soft voice saying, "I like you teasing me. I like teasing you back. We have to not take each other too seriously." Kisses were being applied. I opened my eyes and asked, "Do I get to turn over?" "Are you hard?" "Yes." "If you turn over, I'll slide myself down on you, and then people on the trail will see us having sex out here. Is that what you want, showing my naked body being fucked in front of god and everyone?" "So we do have a sex problem. You are planning on making me take you in public any time you want to?" "I thought we already agreed to that?" I flipped over and coupled with her quickly. She kissed me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I could tell she needed this fuck by the insistent urgency of her movements. I did too. I sat us up to improve the angle and noticed that, sure enough, there was a couple on the trail gazing at us. But Alison couldn't see them and was too far gone to care, anyway. After a series of ever louder moans, she came hard, gasping and mumbling she knew she would always get good sex from me. The couple on shore were clapping. I waved to them and gestured to come on out to the rocks. "What are you doing?" "We had an audience, just like I suspected. They clapped for you, and they are coming out to join us." "OMG, really?" She was still impaled and I was still hard, and I wasn't letting her go anywhere. I did turn us sideways, so she could see the swimmers approaching. The woman felt bottom and stood up. "You're sure it's ok for us to join you?" Alison laughed and said, "He told me we would end up with an audience. Sure, come on up. I'm going to wash him off of me." Alison walked into the water to her waist and splashed a lot in the right place. My item was well shrunk, but glistening in the sunlight. The man said, "Hi, I'm Mark and this is Annie. She said it would be ok to watch." Alison and Annie hugged each other, bare wet boob to boob. "Wilderness voyeurs are you?" Annie had her arm around Alison and said, "If I was getting such good sex, I'd expect to find you watching too." They both laughed. "I'm Alison and this is Tony and we got engaged last night." Her smile was brilliant. "Oh my, no wonder you were really into it. Mark and I are out here getting ready for grad school. We've been going together for a year, and living together since Christmas." Alison looked at me and said to them, "So Mark doesn't have a lot of back pressure?" I rolled my eyes and said to Mark, "I'm sorry, she just made me promise she could tease me without consequences." Alison walked over to me and whispered, "Can I ask them if they would like to stay a night at the cabin?" A second roll of the eyes and I whispered back, "Go ahead, she deserves a bed to get screwed in." She swatted me and pulled my hair. The four of us sat down and Mark produced a waterproof sack with goodies in it, which they shared around. Alison said to Annie, "Are you camping?" "Yes, we have a permit for tonight and tomorrow night at Grouse Lake up the trail." "That sounds great. But it is supposed to thunderstorm today, and I wonder if you would like to spend a night at our place down at the main lake?" She laughed, "It seems as though we already know each other a bit." Annie had a thinner frame than Alison, but equally perfect breasts. High and firm. Cute pink nipples. And no tan lines. Annie looked at Mark, "What do you think? You promised me a nice time out here. And that doesn't mean cooped up in a tent with lightning all around." She had a wonderful pout. And then smiled a wide grin. I broke in and said, "This is a really nice rock and we need to let you take the sun here and do whatever else you feel like. Alison and I will finish our run and go down for some chores. If you decide to take up Alison's invitation, just come down whenever you're done messing around." I stood up with Alison and we went down to the water. She turned around and said, "Have a good time messing around, I did." More female giggles. We got back into our running clothes and started up the path, trying to keep our eyes off the couple on our rock. When we got around the first corner, Alison stopped and said, "I want to see if they go at it right away. She laughed at me and crept carefully back to a spot where she could see them. I followed and looked over her shoulder. Annie was on top of Mark, leaning so her boobs were in his face, but wasn't on his cock, which we could see reaching for the sky in front of her. I slipped my hand up inside Alison's shorts and pinched her. "Ouch! No hands please, I'm watching." "No we're not, we are giving them some privacy. You already got to see Helen get fucked this morning. By your fiancee, no less. Your fiancee who gives you good sex, you say." She turned and kissed me and vanished up the trail. I'm not sure what kind of high we were on, but in not very many minutes we were three more miles out and in the middle of a grassy meadow. "What do you say we put some sunscreen on, and go over a few things?" Alison took her top and running bra off and lay down on them, shielding her eyes with her hat. "Talk to me, and put some sunscreen on too." "We don't have to talk now, if you'd rather not." She pulled me down for a kiss and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be flip. I know we have a thousand loose ends." "Ok, I don't want you to change your plans because we are together. You have a tough year ahead and I'm going to have your back as much as possible." Her hand reached for mine and squeezed. "Dad's lawyer says there will be a generous amount of money when the estate is settled. Seven figures generous. I'm not sure yet, but I think I'd like to use some of it for a medical outreach effort. There are a bunch of people I should talk to about how to make a difference without getting tangled up in bureaucracy and paperwork." Another squeeze. "If that sounds all right for starters, why don't we drive up together to St. Agatha's and find a house that an always tired intern can collapse in, and a crazy guy can set up an office and start an organization?" "Can I add one little thing?" "You are half of this enterprise, go ahead." "Promise me that every night we are in bed together in that cozy little house, you will make love to me." "I'm in, but there are going to be some nights when that's going to be hard. The world has a way of undermining dreams." "I know, that's why I'm asking now, so we make it a commitment to each other." She rolled over on top of me and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her back, hard. Suddenly Alison was crying again. Little sighs and cries and tears. "Oh god, I never thought I would ever like crying, but crying with you is so nice. I feel like a total fool. Just hold me, please." We lay like that, with the warm sun beating down on her back, and the noises getting quieter and quieter. She got up on all fours and said, "You could do me again, right here in this beautiful meadow." Her breasts were pointing at me, and I gave them a nice fondle. "Are you marrying me, or my fine tits?" "Everybody likes fine tits. What were you doing this morning with Helen's fine tits?" The moment passed and we collected our gear and started back. Around a bend we could see thunderheads collecting, and found Annie and Mark coming at us. Annie and Alison hugged each other and had a whispering session off to the side. Mark and I looked at the weather. He said, "It's really kind of you to offer two strangers a home for the night. We'd like to take you up on the offer, if that's ok?" "Yes, of course. If you want to check out Grouse Lake, it's maybe three miles up. You should be able to have lunch there, and get down to the cabin before the rain hits." I gave him directions for finding Helen's place and we went off in opposite directions. Alison asked, "You still happy about inviting them?" "Sure, why not. You got to check him out, and I got to check her out. Although I didn't let you watch them actually doing it. Are you going to invite them into our bed tonight?" She took a swat at me. "Pervert, deviant. You're turning me into a swinger already?" "I seem to remember that you had been introduced to Helen less than an hour before the two of you were naked in the back seat going at it like true lesbians. Who is the deviant in this picture?" She took my hand and responded in her best little girl voice, "Oh master, I'm just a little girl with a strong sex drive. I hope you'll tie me up and punish me like I deserve." We were both laughing and then she was off down the trail like a cheetah, leaving me in her dust. And wanting to amble a bit anyway. Near the end of the trail, I took to the lake and approached the cottage from the lake side. Two naked beauties were on the deck taking the sun and reaching for a fresh cherry every once in a while. I slipped off my trunks and hung them on the rail. "What if I make some sandwiches and bring them out? It would be a shame to disturb two lovelies in the middle of their tanning." Helen opened one eye and gazed at me. "Alison, are you going to put lotion on him, or shall I? We can't have his vital parts getting burned, can we?" "You two stay right where you are. My package will take care of itself. And later on, it will take care of you, as well." "By the way, it is a good thing I am back, because anyone going by would be forced to ravish you, if I were not around to provide protection." Helen sat up and leaned over to whisper something in Alison's ear. She nodded and they walked over to my lounger. Putting a leg over me, Alison sat down on my chest and Helen sat down on my thighs. They faced each other and both laid a hand on my cock, which obliged by rapidly expanding upward. "He thinks he is protecting us with this." "It IS an impressive tool, isn't it?" "You two better watch out, or you are going to get caught by Annie and Mark arriving." Alison hummed a little melody. "We are going to get caught, get caught, get caught." "What if I get on it, so when your friends get here, it looks like he is doing your mom. Make him look like a total monster." Helen had a sinister smile on her face. She hitched herself toward Alison and went down on my cock like a champ. They clinched, laughing and kissing and rubbing their tits together. They did get caught. I heard a noise and looked around Alison just as Annie said, hesitantly, "We can come back later...." "No, please come right on up. Tony is providing a little pre-lunch entertainment to help our tanning." Mark got to the deck and said, "Now that's what I call entertainment." Helen flashed her gorgeous tits at them and said, "Hi, I'm Helen, Mark's aunt. Every once in a while, I get panic attacks and have to come see Tony to receive therapy. You see, my shrink says I suffer from an orgasm neurosis, and I discovered Tony is the only male who can give me nonstop orgasms." She nodded at them, "Please make yourself comfortable, I'll whip up some lunch as soon as I come." She said to me, "Get busy, stud, we've got company to take care of." She was rocking and smiling and laughing. Alison came out with beers for the guests, who were not certain they should be watching us have public sex. Naked Alison sat down next to them and said, "Quite a pretty picture, isn't it? I was so scandalized the first time Helen did this to him. Can you imagine how I felt when Helen marches into the bedroom just as we were getting it on, says she has a special prescription from her therapist, and starts riding him and calling for orgasms, just like she is doing now." The three of them watched us. My cock was having a great time, and I decided there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Our guests had been doing it on a rock in broad daylight, Alison and I had been doing it in public, and now Helen was getting her moment in the sun, so to speak. I started talking dirty to her. "Are you going to ride me all day, old lady? I thought you said I gave you orgasms." I humped up at her, going for paydirt. "Why you little pipsqueek...." I leapt up with her in my arms, ran down the steps and dashed straight off the end of the pier with a giant splash. "Why'd you do that, I was almost there." She clung to my neck. I kissed, nipped and pinched all the parts of her great body that I could. Facing away from the deck, I said, "I figured we had put on enough of a show. They didn't need to watch you have one of your fine climaxes. I have proprietary rights to those." We were breast stroking slowly back to the ladder on the pier. "Who says? Last time I looked, they were MY orgasms." She tried to climb the ladder but my arms were around her with a firm grip on both boobs. "Those are mine too. Let go." I smiled at her and did. She smiled at me and launched her body square at my head, taking us six feet under. When we surfaced again, there were three bodies - naked bodies - standing on the dock looking at us. Alison was between Mark and Annie, getting her her nipples pinched, and trying to beat her attackers back. Mark winked at me and propelled all of them straight into the lake. There was a swim float and we swam to it. The women were flushed and giggling. "Who let these oafs take liberties with us?" I thought to myself that there might not be all that much sleep tonight if Mark and I had to keep three hot women going. I lay out on my front. Alison sat on my thighs and slapped my ass in a rhythm. She said to Annie, "I almost lost him. We broke up at the end of school. We didn't know it, but we were both in bad shape and then, accidentally, we met up and it was like turning the switch back on. Then he gets me up here with his super hot aunt, and tells me with no warning that he is not letting me go. I cried and cried." Annie said to Mark in a low voice, "Honey, this is getting me so hot, I can't stand it. Maybe we can go inside..." Even before she finished he was pulling her to his front and firmly dropping her on his cock. "Oh, Mark, you are so bad. What will they think?" He pulled her back against his chest, his hand fastened tightly to her breasts. She moaned and tried to escape his cock working her insides. I said to Helen, "You must be responsible for this show, the way you rode me in front of them." Alison lay on Helen and tortured her with teeth and fingers. "Yes, you are a terrible embarrassment. Look at them having such a fine fuck right there, inches away!" The three of us were enjoying the show, which got better. Mark had Annie's beautiful tits in his hands, working them in every direction, pulling harshly on the big fat nipples. Annie screamed and came, shaking in his arms. "Oh Mark, oh shit." She sagged against him. Quickly, he uncoupled and thrust her to my lap. "Take care of her, Tony, I have to deal with Helen." My surprised aunt found herself thrown into the lake again, with Mark right after her. He took her in a fireman's carry to the dock and they disappeared up the path and into the house. I comforted Annie, who had just watched her boyfriend leave her for a wicked mature woman of lusty charms. The Internship "Oh Tony, he couldn't resist. He was rigid with jealousy watching her post on you up there. Wait till he takes her, there is going to be a scream." At that very moment, there was a long drawn out howl from the house. "No, no, no, no..." While we were diverted, Annie managed to down herself on my erect cock. "Oh, that is so nice. Alison, you have a winner here. Will you share him once in a while?" Alison sat behind her, nails scratching dangerously, teeth attacking wherever they could. "Witch, dreadful witch. Why didn't you ask? The decent thing is to ask. You are going to be punished." She sealed her threat with a long, wet french kiss that went on and on. Annie was getting hotter and twitching on me. I drove several short hard thrusts into her tight athletic cunt, and she came immediately. Alison dove on the shuddering chest with tongue and teeth. I rolled them into a ball and kept pushing until they were dropping off the edge into the lake. One of them reached up and got my ankle, which had me in their arms in the water in no time. Annie asked, her head dripping, "Do you always have this much fun?" As we breast stroked to the dock, Alison and I fought for the privilege of having our hand up tight against Annie's sex. We clung to the ladder and I answered, "Only when we are able to waylay a passing graduate student." I brought towels to the deck and went back for refreshments. Mark and Helen were on the sofa under a blanket, not moving. I tiptoed away. "They are napping." Annie was in Alison's lap and they were playing aggressive kissyface. I glanced up and Mark was standing there, wiping his generous prick with a wet cloth. He looked at me and said, "She is seriously wild. You better keep her happy." His glance was on my limp equipment. We laughed. Two guys with three hot women was not our standard recipe. I said, "You're not dumping..." "Are you kidding? She doesn't get six inches away from me except into your arms. When we saw you this morning, she whispered in my ear, 'I want some of that.' " He smirked at me. I started to answer when two heads shot up and said together, "Do not get cocky, we can take away your privileges." Mark and I got ourselves decent in some shorts and took on the grilling chores. Alison and Annie went to work on home fries and different salad makings. Helen wandered out from the shower, toweling herself and looking totally disheveled and sexy as hell. She went to the other women and kissed them hard. "Oh my god, I thought I found one great lover and now there are two! I don't know how many times I came in there, but my girl parts are tingling like crazy. This is taking years off my life." The girls hugged her, sat her on a stool, and fed her large gulps of their margaritas. "Helen, you must stop having sex with every guy who comes along. What would mother say? You are hot as a pistol. Just feel these tits, Annie, they would get any guy going. I think she is going to be tough competition." They hugged and kissed and giggled and looked out the window at Mark and me, who were listening to the total babble. "Three incredible women, how do we rate that?" "How are we going to get five of us in the same bed tonight?" "What are we going to do when they've drained us dry and want more?" Alison came out with the marinated meat for the grill and punched us. "Well, studs, you are not doing too badly, are you?" She giggled and we pulled her into a sandwich and groped her. "I'd scream for help if I wasn't so far gone. I've never been this horny before. Is there something in the air?" "M'am, if you are looking for a slut experience, you have come to the right place. Drop your shorts and bend over that lounger..." She ran back inside, hollering, "Rape, there are mad beasts on the porch. And I just gave them raw meat to grill!" Everyone ignored plans and obligations and just laughed and joked our way through dinner. Helen and Mark and I were sent to build a nest for five upstairs out of mattresses and pillows and whatever we could find. Ice cream and berries were served in the new location, which had a view of the sun setting over the lake. Annie whispered to Mark, "This sure beats that tent." I had her feet in my hands, massaging them and tweaking toes. Alison noticed and hid under the duvet so she could capture a warm breast and work on its nipple with a cold tongue. Annie handed her bowl to Mark and pulled Helen into a clinch. "Alison told me you do girl sex too." Their tongues played with each other and Helen responded, "When an especially juicy young thing like you comes along, I kidnap them." Annie pulled Mark down for a hot kiss, "Honey, I've been kidnapped, we have to stay another day." The Internship I am 24 years old girl of Indian Origin living in Florida, US. I am a student of Fashion Designing. I have got good body stats and height and anyone can easily fall for me. I am in final year of studies and I was looking forward for internship. My friends have got few offers from some modelling and designing agencies; however I was still waiting for the same. It was Friday afternoon and I was relaxing at home and surfing few sites related to fashion designing. Suddenly I received an email notification. I clicked on that and found it was an mail from some modelling agency asking if I am looking for any assignments. I followed the instruction given in email and sent them the required details. Post that I started to surf the internet again. After two hours I received an email mentioning the venue details. They wanted me to visit their agency for internship interview on Sunday. I was happy that at least I got a chance to get into the industry. Next morning, I got up a little bit early and was ready to go for my interview. I was well dressed with some light but effective make up. I just wanted to look better and charming for the interview. I reached to venue and enquired the reception for the contact person. They asked me to wait for Melissa, who was supposed to receive me. Just after 15 minutes Melissa came to me and took me to her cabin for interview. She was in her 40s but she was quiet attractive for her age. She was having very good sense of dressing and make up. I have no doubt that's why she is running this agency very successfully. She started the interview and asked me about my personal life, followed by my college and aspirations. She was a true professional and I can feel it the way she enquiring about me. Anyways it went well and she asked me to wait for a while at reception. I was hoping for the best and eagerly waiting for her to come up with her final decision. She came back with a smile and told me about my selection. She took me for screening, so that she can check my stats. Post that She made me understand the type of work I can get in her agency. Melissa said – You got an awesome body with some good stats. I will recommend you to go for modelling, I am sure you can be a successful model. Me – Thank you. I will try to give my best. Melissa – I think we are done for the day, you can leave for now, we will communicate about your assignment by Phone or Email. Me – Sure, I will be waiting for it. I started to drive back home and on the way I was getting excited by thinking about my internship. I reached my home and taken a good sleep. Next day, early morning I received an email from Melissa saying - "Get ready for your first assignment. Our client has selected you for a magazine photo shoot, please be available on Today, 4:00 PM" followed by the address. I confirmed my availability and started to get ready for my first assignment. Around 2:30 PM, my doorbell rang and I rushed to the door. They have sent a car to pick me up. I boarded the car and reached to my destination. Melissa was there to receive me. Melissa – Good Morning! I am in a rush but hope you will make it successfully. Let me introduce you with Mr. Kevin who will be taking care of this shoot. She introduced me with Kevin and left. Kevin told me that, this shoot will be based on Interracial Relationships. Anyhow I was excited about my first assignment and as I get to know that it is regarding interracial relationships, I get more excited. I was so curious about interracial relationships and I am going to feel it at my first assignment. Kevin told me the other model (guy) is a bit late and will be here in 15 minute. They showed me the green room to get ready for the shoot. It was going to be semi nude shoot, so I need to wear Bikini. Makeup artist done an excellent job in enhancing my features by his awesome make up skills. Suddenly Kevin came and announced that the guy has arrived and they want to start the shoot. As I came out of green room, I can see a well build black guy in his shorts was talking to Kevin regarding the shoot. He was of my age, has a well toned body and dark black complexion. He was having few tattoos on his body, which was making him more attractive. Kevin came to me and said – Meet Brian. Brian! She is Aayushi and you guys will be doing on shoot together. Make yourself comfortable to each other, so that we can start the shoot. Brian – Sure! We can start it in just fifteen minutes. Kevin left to arrange the things for the shoot and Brian turned towards me. Brian – Nice to meet you lady. I have never seen such an exotic beauty before! I smiled and said – Thank you! You look good too. I liked your tattoos. He grinned and said – Really! I was not expecting these words from a beautiful lady like you. Me – Ha Ha! I liked it that's why I complimented. Brian – Oh! That nice, I think we should continue after the shoot. Kevin would be waiting for us. Me – Oh Yes! I think we should leave for the shoot. We moved to location. Photos need to be shot in a bedroom. Now we were ready for Photo shoot. Kevin told us about the positions and got ready with his camera. We started to give poses. In the beginning we posing like a normal couple, as photo shoot was moving ahead we were getting more intense and romantic. We had made lots of love making poses on bed and Kevin was capturing them perfectly. We stopped as Kevin announced that shoot is over and greeted us for successful shoot. Kevin remarked – You guys look good together, I would like if you guys can work out something together. It will help us getting an awesome couple to work in such photo shoots. We both laughed and at the same time Brian had made up his mind to make it possible. Kevin greeted up and left. Now me and Brian was standing and chatting with each other. Brian – So, I heard this was your first assignment? Me – Yes! It was. Brian – I never realised that you are a new comer. You have done everything perfectly. Me – Thank you. But I was afraid a little bit that, if I am going to make it successful or not. Brian – It happens with everyone. By the way, what you are doing tonight? Me – Nothing much to do at home. Will go and watch some movie and then I will go for sleep. Brian – If you don't mind can I have the pleasure to have dinner with this lovely lady? Me – Let me think of it. Brian – You don't have to think much, it's already 7:00 PM. Me – Ha Ha! I am ok then. Brian – I will pick you up at sharp 8:00 PM. I left for home, I was thinking about him on the way to home. As I reached home, I took shower and applied some light make up with off pink colour lip gloss. I wore a gown with a zipper on back and underneath I was wearing a lacy bra and panty. Suddenly the doorbell rang and I rushed to the door. I opened the door and found Brian was standing there wearing a black suit. He was looking handsome as ever and I was not able to take my eyes off him. He took my hand and give it a peck. Brian – You are looking lovely in that dress. Me – Thank you. You are looking good as ever. Brian – Ha Ha! Thank you so much. Shall we go? He held my hand and led me towards his car. He was truly a gentleman. He opened the door for me and helped me move in. We started to chat while he was. I asked him about the location but he told that it's a surprise. We started to chat further about each other. Brian – So you are in any relationship? Me – No, I am not. Brian – Ha Ha! It's a good sign for me. Me – Why is that so? Brian – So that I can hit on you. Me – As if you are single. Brian – Yes I am. Me – Really? Brian – Yes, you don't believe me? Me – Its nothing like that but how come you are single? You got a very good personality with good looks. Brian – May be I was waiting for the best. Anyways you also got a very good body and features! I was amazed when I had seen you for the first time. Me – Really? Thank you. By the way, I liked the tattoos on your body. Brian – You like tattoos? Have you got any? Me – No, I want to have few. Brian – I can help you with that. I know the person who can do that. Me – That would be great Brian – You know, where we are heading to? Me – I asked you that but you never told me. Brian – Yes, I wanted it to be a surprise but I this is a perfect time to tell you that. Me – So where we are heading to? Brian – We are heading to my place. Me – Why at your place? Brian – You don't want to try few of my recipes? Me – Don't tell me that you know cooking. Brian – Yes! I know that. Me – It's very hard to believe. A person like you loves cooking. Brian – You will get to know in a while. Me – Okay! Thats fine, who else live with you? Brian – I am living alone. Me – Why? You don't live with family? Brian – They are living downtown. Me – So they must be visiting you sometimes. Brian – Yes! They do. Me – Don't you feel lonely sometimes? Brian – That's why I am trying to impress someone so that someone can kill this loneliness. Me – Ha Ha! Keep trying. We reached his home. His home was quiet big and into a remote area. I can't see anyone around that place. He led me towards his home and opened the door. We both moved in and he closed the door behind me. We moved to drawing room and sat on the couch. Me – Wow! Your home is amazing. Brian – My father has made it amazing and gifted it to me. Me – That's great! I can see his portraits all around, he looks like a professional model which made me ask. Me – How long you are in modelling? Brian – I had started it in when I was 19, so you can say I have completed around Five years. Me – That's really cool. I can see that all around. Suddenly his phone rang and he moved to a corner. He came back with a smile and said - Kevin has mailed our pictures. If you don't mind, can we have a look on it? Me – Sure, why not? Brian – You prefer wine or Vodka? Me – Wine. Brian – I knew that. He handed me a glass of red wine and connected his iPad to his TV. He sat beside me and started the slideshow. Our pictures were flashing on the screen. They were very intimate and erotic. I was feeling a strange sensation in my body by looking at those pictures. Brian stopped the slideshow at a picture and said – I just love this picture. It was captured on bed, where we are in lovemaking position and I am over Brian and he his hands were on my waist. Brian murmured – Would it be possible someday? Me – Did you said something? Brian – I just wanted to ask if you can be my girlfriend. I was surprised by his straight words and replied to him – I need some time Brian – I know you don't have any boyfriend and everyone feels lonely at times. There is no harm to get into new relationships to get rid of boredom. When we can enjoy our lives then why should we live alone? Me – I know that but... He placed his finger on my lips and said - Then, this is the time honey. Get rid of that boredom and just come to me. I will give you pleasures and fulfil all your desires. Me – I like you Brian! But I am not sure about making a boyfriend. Brian – Give me a chance, you will never regret. I was getting tensed and in dilemma to handle the situation. Brian has taken next course of action and took my hand in his and kissed it softly. Brian – Don't control your desires, I know what you want. And I am sure, I will be able to satisfy all your needs. He started to caress my hands all over and suddenly I kept my hand over his but didn't stopped him caressing me. Brian – Can I take it as yes? I smiled and nodded – Yes! He just got up and placed his lips on mine. He started to kiss me deep and was caressing his bald head. His hand were roaming me all over my body and giving me soft shivers. He placed his one hand around my waist and pulled me towards him. Meanwhile his other hand were on my boobs and he was fondling it very well. He moved to couch and made me sit over his lap with my back was facing him. Brian started to kiss on my neck and shoulders. While his both hands were on my boobs and crushing them softly. Now he kept his hand on my neck and turned my face towards him. He placed his lips on mine and started sucking my lips. His other hand was moving down from my boobs and now he was caressing my belly over my gown. I can feel the heat between us, this was the time I have to choose, if I have to move further. Our kiss was getting intense and I was feeling so wet in between my legs. He moved his hands on my back and opened the zipper of my gown. Now he can see naked skin of my back. He started to kiss back of my neck moved down to my back. His hands were travelling all over my back and he was tracing my spine wish his lips. My back was so sensual and he was making good use of it. It seems he knows all the weak points of women. Now Brian made me lay down on couch on my belly and opened my zipper till end. He just opened my gown aside and my back was exposed to him completely. He kissed my back and whispered – I would love you to have few tattoos on you sexy back. He traced my spine with his fingers and an unknown sensation just sparked me up. He got up and removed his suit and shift. Now he was in his trousers. Now again he lay over me and starts kissing my neck and back till my bottom. His hands were roaming all over my body and caressing my curves. He lips were now on my butts over my gown and his hands were caressing and fondling them. He moved down to my legs and started to kiss back of my knees, meanwhile his hands was caressing my calves. His lips traced my legs till toe and he took one of them in his mouth. His toe sucking was arousing me and he was sucking it more and more. He turned me around and now I was on my back. I was still on couch and he came and sat on floor. We looked into each other eyes and slowly he placed his lips on mine. He started to chew my lips softly, making me wet by his actions. He tried to enter his tongue in my mouth and I parted my lips. His tongue started to play with my tongue. Our lips were wet with our saliva. Meanwhile his hand was caressing my knees and slowly he started to move it up, under my gown. His hands were caressing my thighs and fondling them. He moved his hand further and now his fingers found my wet panty. Brian – I see, you are so wet down there; let me help you out with that. He started to trace my slit with his fingers and trying to find out the edge of my panty. After a little struggle with my panty, his fingers were able to make way to my love hole. He caresses it for some time and placed his middle finger over my love hole. He tried to insert but he missed it up. He took his hand out and placed his middle finger on my lips. Brian – I just wanted to check how wet you are and my fingers wanted to help me out. Would you please help them, so that they can go to your depths and find how wet you are. He pushed his fingers in my mouth and I started to suck them. Now he took them off my mouth, his fingers were wet with my saliva. Again his fingers travelled towards my love hole and his middle finger was now resting just over my love hole. This time his finger got access to my wet pussy and started to get in deep. He started to make too and fro motion and my pussy started making sweet wet sound. Brian – Mmm! You are so warm, wet and tight. I would love to take you. He started to finger me little fast and my moans start to get louder. His fingers were creating the magic and I was getting dripping wet. He pulled out his hand from my panty and showed his wet fingers. Brian – See how wet you are honey! He showed his fingers to me and brought them to my lips. I wrapped my lips on his fingers and sucked them for a while. Brian – It's time to get into the bedroom. He took me in his arms and we moved towards the bedroom. We entered into bedroom and he made me sit on the edge of the bed. Brian – You can stop me now if you don't want to take it further. Me – I want you to go further! I smiled. He sat on the floor, just between my legs. He kept his hands on my knees and spread it apart to make some room for his head. He started to kiss my pussy over the panty, while his hands were caressing my knees and calves. He keep on kissing and eating my pussy over my panty, while his hands moved up and started to caress my thighs. Brian – Honey your panty don't deserves to come between us. He held my panty and pulled it off my legs. Now he can see bare flesh of my pussy. He just pushed me so that I can lay on the edge of bed. He spread my legs little wide this time and opened my pussy lips with his fingers. Now he can see the pink flesh of my pussy and placed his tongue over it. He started to lick it vigorously and his fingers were rubbing my clit. He moved a little up and started to nibble my clit, meanwhile his fingers were rubbing my pussy slit. Now his fingers were wet enough to enter my love hole. He started to dig his two fingers deep in my pussy and started to finger fuck. I was getting double sensation of his lips on my clit and his fingers, rubbing inner walls of my pussy. My legs were wrapped around his neck and I was pulling him towards me. Suddenly my legs got tensed and he can feel my body was shivering. Orgasm was building up inside me and I was about to explode at any moment. He stopped and lay just besides me. His hands were still over my pussy. He looked into my eyes and placed his lips on mine. Now he started to finger me as fast as he can and I started to arch my back. My whole body was swirling and shivering in pleasure. I moaned – I am going to cum. As I said, his fingers started to move in swirl motion. As his finger touched my G spot I started to squirt. His hand was all wet and I can see my juices all over. He sucked his fingers and said - You taste so good! I smiled and said – Is it so? Brian – Yes! Kevin was absolutely right, we will make an awesome couple.