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Breakfast

By: Indy



Sundays are meant for relaxing, lounging in bed and making love until noon, when the bodies famished for more than just protein, drag themselves out of bed for breakfast. It was just such a Sunday for my lover and I.

I watched her shred the potatoes for homemade hash browns from my lounging position on the sofa. Watching her lithe, graceful body peel the potatoes, I caught a glimpse of a swinging breast under her robe as it slid away from her body when she moved. I could stand it no longer. I came up behind her to "help" with breakfast.

My hands reached inside her robe and found the tender rounds that caught my eye. My face nuzzled her neck as she labored over the appliance. The radio was playing softly in the background and our bodies began to sway as one. She turned to me and put her arms around my neck. We locked in a lover's kiss unmatched by any kiss I've ever known.

After a short while, I sensed something burning, and reached around her to turn the potatoes and bacon. While I was thus occupied, I felt the familiar wetness drip between my legs. Spatula in hand, I took her hand and guided it to the source of the moisture.

Her eyes, widened in mock surprise. "Oohhhhh.... mmmm... " she moaned. Then dropped to her knees and gave my pubes a kiss and lapped at my juice.

Ummm.... Honey? Ummmm... breakfast." I reminded her.

She groaned as I lifted her to her feet. In one swift movement, she turned the heat off the breakfast then wrapped her arms around me and lifted me to the sink. "Breakfast is just what I had in mind," she grinned.

Giggling, I brought her face to mine and whispered, "I love you..." We locked in a passionate kiss as her hands found my breasts and their erect nipples. She moved her mouth down along my neck and across my shoulder, slowly inching toward my excited peaks. As she sucked one nipple, she caressed the other, rubbing and gently pinching until I felt I could take no more. My body was no longer my own. I was in her complete control.

Her hands slid down my sides, and rested on my hips. My thighs already spread, she lowered her head to the downy softness of my dark triangle. My hands held her head and caressed her hair as she began her gentle assault on my clit. Expertly she licked my clit to hardness. This was sweet torment. She quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm, then backed off, not allowing me to come too quickly. She was obviously enjoying herself, as was I. She dipped her tongue to caress the opening to my vagina, languidly lapping up the river she was creating. As she resumed her assault on my clitoris, I could hold back no longer. I grasped her head and pulled her into me. Bucking my hips, I could faintly hear the utensils in the dish drainer clanking as they fell onto the floor. My orgasm erupted like a volcano. I felt my cum flow like hot lava.

When I could cum no more, she lifted her head back up to my face and we melted into a lover's kiss. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and she lifted me off the sink and took me to the sofa, where we had another serving of protein.

Breakfast



I was visiting relatives for the holidays and to make things easy I stayed at a hotel. I had plenty of hotel points so I stayed for free. While I may have missed a few events at my parent's house as I did relax in comfort.

At breakfast, instead of cold cereal with a bunch of squealing kids I had a quiet breakfast with a very attractive waitress. How could I hope for more? Being an early riser I found it was just me when I went down for breakfast. Since I was the only diner the service was excellent and I had time to chat with the waitress. 

The first morning I ate there the waitress was very polite and attentive. The food was ready quickly and when she noticed I had pretty much finished she sat down at an adjacent table and asked if I was visiting for the holidays.

"Yes, I'm visiting family but avoiding all the stress."

"Excellent decision," she replied. I immediately noticed how her curly, dark hair settled down over her shoulders. Her eyes were an alluring brown, very dark and exotic looking.

"Yeah, I mean I love the family, but all that noise and commotion. I can take it at lunch and dinner but give me peace and quiet for at least one meal."

"Well, you certainly have that. I bet we don't have more than twenty other guests here and they all seem to want to sleep in. Makes for an easy morning for me."

"Well, I better go."

"Oh yes... here's the check. If you like just put down your room number and I'll take care of it." She handed me the bill and headed back toward the kitchen.

I gave her a twenty dollar tip for a ten dollar breakfast and headed back up to my room. Once in the room I brushed my teeth, grabbed a few things and headed out. Walking through the lobby I noticed the waitress wave as I passed.

The next morning the service was excellent once again and the waitress spent even more time just talking. I found out she was due to graduate in the spring and was planning to work on her masters. When it came time to pay I once again left a twenty dollar tip writing Merry Christmas beneath my signature.

On the last day of my visit the waitress met me at the entrance thanking me profusely for my generosity. As I sat down she grabbed the napkin, shook it open with a flourish and then neatly placed it on my lap. It was something I had seen done only in the finest restaurants, except as the waitress placed the napkin she didn't remove her hand. "I can't thank you enough for the generous tips," she said moving her hand until she reached my cock. I felt her fingers work their way up and down as it grew to its full length.

"Ah... you're welcome, but you don't have..."

"I want to," she whispered kneeling down.

She pushed my legs open and moved up between them unfastening my belt. Un-buttoning and unzipping my pants, she slipped her hands into my pants, taking hold of me. Easing my cock out she looked up, smiled and then moved her head back down to my lap, closing her mouth over my cock.

Immediately she began sucking hard as she stroked me with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of her mouth and tongue, not to mention her hands. It had been some time since I had sex so it wasn't long before I arched my back, pushed my cock deep into her mouth and came, spurting my cum again and again.

When she had sucked the last droplets of cum from my cock she lifted her head, grabbed my napkin, and wiped some cum from her chin. She then took my order and headed back to work. By the time my breakfast was ready another diner had come in. Placing the check on the edge of my table she wished me a Merry Christmas and headed over to take the other diner's order. I left a fifty dollar tip and headed back to my room to pack. 

As I headed to the desk to check out I saw her one last time. She waved and then blew me a kiss. I waved back, finished checking out and then headed to my car.



Breakfast



By her normal habits I know that my wife will sleep till at least eight o-clock. Me? I wake at six whether I wish to or not. So when the footsteps in the hall outside wake me, I know I won't get back to sleep.

Sliding out of the too hard bed I give my back a stretch and my neck a pop. I slip back on my socks against the chill of the floors and make my way out the room.

As I descend the steps I can hear water running. I know that my Mom's in the shower. I decide to make us coffee.

The kitchen hasn't changed since I left. First for college, then for the life of a married man. I find the coffee where it was always kept. As I get the pot filled I think back to my life here. Things that I've forgotten, scents, smells, old half remembered things.

Like the smell of Mom's shampoo and body wash. I notice it about the same time I notice that the water has stopped.

Turning I see my Mom walking into the kitchen in her white terry cloth robe and her head in a towel turban. Her feet are in the slightly worn slippers that I got her two years ago for her birthday. I place a reminder to get her a new pair for Christmas in my in box. Smiling I get her down a cup. 

"Good morning." She says softly.

I smile 

"Yes it is." I open my arms to her and with a smile she comes over and gives me a hug.

It's amazing what being with a woman for a few years will do for your perspective about other women.

Not a thing.

My mom is still the most beautiful woman I've ever known.

Her face is warm against the side of my neck. Her skin flush from the shower.

"It's good to have you home." She says still talking softly. "Is Julie still asleep?"

I nod.

"Yea she won't wake up for at least two more hours. Not the early to rise type."

Mom chuckles.

"Want your favorite for breakfast?" she asks opening the cabinet door in front of me to display the pancake syrup.

"Been awhile since I've had your waffles. That would be wonderful."

"Will she fuss over the calorie count?" She asks with a mischievous smile that I have always loved to see on her face.

I nod.

"Good." She says turning me lose. "You're getting too skinny anyway."

I chuckle at my Mom as she moves over and get the old waffle maker from the cabinet. I grab the mixing bowl and the flour for her. I soon feel like a little kid again helping her in the kitchen.

Other times comes to mind as well. The years before I left when the fact that women are sexy and that you know what? My Mom is one of them had hit me. Those mornings had been a whole lot different. At least for me. Her habit of taking a shower every morning to help get woke up. The fact that she has on only her panties under that robe...back then and now... was a thing that had begun to fascinate me. The occasional slips when her robe would part and I would see the side of her breast. The one time I opened the fridge for her and she leaned in to get the milk and I actually saw her nipple.

A beautiful pink cone. I can still picture it. I watch her move about the kitchen and remember fondly those mornings. I would quite often have to go take care of a raging hard on. It did not take long back then; I would be so worked up.

I watch her hip shake as she mixes batter in the bowl. She looks like a belly dancer. Hell Shakira wishes she could move this well.

The spoon stops suddenly. I look up to see her looking at me. A slow smile and a little shake of her head show me caught.

"You still do that?" she asks with a chuckle. "I would have figured married life would have made you finally see your old mother for what she really looks like."

I chuckle.

"What?" I ask with a not comprehending smile.

"When you were a teen you use to watch me like I was Marilyn Monroe. I just figured that having a wife... to see to you... would have gotten you to see that I'm not a big screen starlet, just a fat butt old lady." She shakes her head and goes back to mixing. 

Sitting down my coffee I walk over and place my hands on her hips. I love the way they sway for a half-second before they stop. I make mental note of the fact that they are half again as wide as Julie's.

Mom turns her head to look at me with a puzzled frown.

"You're still the most beautiful woman in the world." I tell her.

Mom gives a half chuckle at that.

"Wish you Step Dad thought that. He's constantly after me to lose a few dress sizes. He say my butts getting too big." She gives her hips a shake in my hands.

I notice how warm and soft she feels through the terry clothe robe. I also notice something else. I don't feel the inward curve where a panty line would be.

She stops mixing and looks back at me again.

"Are you going to hold onto my butt all morning? I though you wanted your favorite for breakfast?"

"Well I've got nothing better to do." I say jokingly. Then with a final squeeze I turn her lose.

Pulling a stool out from under the island I go back to watching her cook breakfast. She gets out a package of the little sausage links I haven't gotten to taste since before my wedding. Just the smell of them sets my mouth to watering as she gets them rolling in the pan. Then that beloved scent of warm waffles starts to fill the kitchen.

As the food cooks she steps over to the window and unwraps her hair. The long brown mass of wet falls shorter than I remember it use to but I still love the way it looks. She leans forward and with the dry outside of her towel starts to dry her hair. She pulls it back from her face and then wraps it back up again.

Leaning over I give the sausages a roll in their pan.

Her hand touches mine on the handle of the pan.

"I'm fixing breakfast here young man." She say giving me a raised eyebrow. "Just because you learned how to cook don't mean you do it here."

"But I learned from such a wonderful cook I though I would share some of her techniques." I say jokingly.

Mom waves that off.

"Oh I already know all that she knows."

We both laugh.

Memories of working here with my mom to get dinner ready. The little brushes against her, as she would direct me in how to fix the family dishes.

Things I've not been allowed to cook in years. Suddenly I have a want for them again. From the simple things like pan fried potatoes all the way up to the masterpieces of buttery pasta, cheese and meat that can pack the pounds on your butt and the fat around your arteries in a single meal.

I also feel a want for other things then, watching my mom opening the griddle and pooping out a hot waffle. The butter melts on contact to fill the center wells and then she drizzles it with syrup. Three of the links and the plate is in front of me.

"You want milk?" she asks getting down a glass.

Looking down at my empty coffee cup I debate for a half-second and decide.

"Yes please." I say.

"Well get it yourself then I've got breakfast to cook." She sprays the griddle and pours more batter in.

Laughing I get up and taking the glass go to the fridge. I look at the half-forgotten red label and shake my head at the whole idea of 'whole' milk. Closing the gallon jug I sit it back and start to close the door.

"Hold that open I need more butter."

Stepping around the door I hold it for her as she places the rest of the sausage links back in, then starts to open a new box of butter sticks. Real butter. I know when she wakes my little dietitian upstairs is going to be ravening like a loon.

Looking down I notice that her robe has parted and I can see all of one side of her breast. The darker freckled top, the creamy white lower side. Then she moves and that beautiful pink cone appears. I draw in a deep breath and hold it willing this moment to last forever. I have to wonder it the growing hard on will push the door closed though I spring up so fast.

Then my eyes are on hers and I see the smile.

"Seen enough of do I need to stay bent over here longer?" she asks

I glance down to the still visible nipple then back up at her. A grin appears.

"Longer" 

She gives a little half snort of laughter. 

"I raised a weird son. It's a saggy memory of what it was when I was your age." She looks down at herself. I hear again the little huff. "Not surprising I guess though, you had a preference for that one when I nursed you."

She stands up and her robe closed.

"Sorry to disappoint you but your foods getting cold, mines about to burn and my backs starting to hurt." She pulls the door closed out my hand and then she gives a chuckle. "Well some ones pitching a tent this morning."

Chuckling I walk back to the island and my food.

I can't remember when it was that my Mom and I became the best of friends. Maybe around the time I had my first crush on a girl. Cindy Williams was her name. It was Mom that noticed the hangdog look on my face after, little Cindy, rejected my offer to take her out. It was mom that told me how to approach her differently.

It was also Mom that drove us to the movies for that first date, left us then came back and got us. She was the one I told about my first kiss. She was the one that told me how to do it better.

That my mom was the secret to my success with girls all through high school was something I kept from my envious friends.

As she sits down with her plate opposite me the level that I have depended on that relationship with her comes to me. She is my best friend in the whole world.

Oh I have buddies to sit and watch a game with. To drink a beer with as we grill hamburgers our wives don't want us to be eating.

But none of them, not the first one means to me what this woman does.

My eyes go to the big family photo on the wall by the door to the hall. Taken just after high school but before I entered college I see Mom and my Step Dad Bruce, and the family dog back then Smokey. And me. My arm is around my Mom's shoulder and the other is holding Smokey by the collar. The German shepherd wanted to go play not sit for photos.

Looking at her I see then the effects of time.

Her hair is a lot shorter than back then. Her face has taken the effects of time well but there have been damages. I give a nod to the fact that she had makeup on then and doesn't now but...

My best friends getting old.

My first...real model for what a wife should be like is growing old.

The woman I lusted after to her amusement...

My Mom is...

A sudden lump appears in my throat and I know it's not waffle. Placing my fork on the empty plate I get up and walk around to her side of the island.

She watches me walk around her with a quirky look. Her eyes go wide as I step forward pressed up against her back and wrap her in a hug. The damp towel turban is against the side of my face but my face touches her cheek.

"What...?"

"I love you Mom." I say then. I put all my sudden worry into it.

Her hands come up to rest on my arms.

"I love you too. What's the matter?" she asks after a few moments when I don't turn her lose. "What is it?"

"I... I just all of a sudden became afraid I'm going to lose you."

She hugs my arms, then pats them to signal to turn her lose. She spins the stool around and puts her hands on my shoulders

I obey the gentle downward urge and kneel down in front of her.

Suddenly the world looks right for some reason. She smiles, as she seems to notice the same.

"I won't lie and say I'm going to live forever." She says her hand coming to brush the hair out my eyes. A gesture made a million times when I was younger to indicate she thinks I need a haircut. "So one day you will I'm sure. It won't be any day soon, I hope at least. The women in our family have a long life expectancy. Hell my Mom lived into her eighties. If I math right I'll have thirty more years to sneak you a good breakfast under the nose of your wifey."

I chuckle. 

I sniff, but the smell of waffles has the whole kitchen dominated.

"I worry about you. A lot. The way you eat."

She huffs.

"I worry about the way you eat!" she shakes her head. "All this diet this and whole wheat that. Every one's talking about people living longer on better diets but every time I look around I hear about someone dying in their fifties or sixties now days. Your grandfather lived to be 77 years old. He ate biscuits made with lard, buttered, and stuffed with pork sausage almost every day of his life. He drank, smoked, according to most people he didn't eat right and was a bit on the plump side after he retired. He was the healthiest happiest man I ever knew."

"What did he die of?" I ask trying to remember back to when I was twelve.

"Viagra."

Dying with laughter I lean my head forward against my Mom lap and just laugh till I cry.

"I'm serious. Mom said he went to the doctor got a prescription and chased her around the house like he was twenty again. He passed away in his sleep some time after having sex." Her hand comes down to rest on my head. "Hell if there is a good way to go I can't think of a better myself, how about you?"

Shaking my head I notice then that my cheek is laying on the split in her terry cloth rob. That her bare thighs are just under my cheek brings back to me the earlier thought of the morning.

Still kneeling I look up at this woman. This woman I have loved and lusted after most of my life. That long look at her nipple has replaced the earlier glimpse in my memory.

She smiles when she sees my face. She always could read me like a book.

"Are you worried I'll leave you to have too cook for yourself or because you wont get to watch me?" she brushes back the hair again from my face. She leans down till she close to my head. Her words are a whisper "I enjoyed this morning more than I have in a long time. It was nice to have a sexy young man wanting to peek at me again. It's been awhile."

I smile and look down with a bit of an embarrassed blush. My eyes focus on the knot of her robe.

One knot. Just one knot and what I have longed to see for half my life will not be hidden.

I look back up at her. Her face shifts till I know she's waiting for the question she can tell I want to ask.

"Could I see more? All the rest of you?" For a second my eyes drop to the knot or more to what is under it.

Her face takes on an uncertain look. I can tell there are dozens of thoughts flying around behind her eyes.

"Please." I say in a whisper.

She looks down at my face taking in the look I have there. Her hands drift to the knot in her robe... then stops.

"Why do you want to? I don't look that good under here anymore." Her eyes gesture upward toward the spare bedroom. "Julie up there has a far nicer and younger body. Go upstairs and talk her into some fun."

"I think you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world." I say softly. "And as excited as seeing one breast can make me I want to very much see all the rest."

Her head lifts up and she listens to the house. That's the first sign I see that's she's really considering it.

"What if you don't like what I look like? Will that change your opinion of me? She smiles. "I kind of like that, most beautiful woman in the world, thing, even if only one man thinks that. I'm not sure I want to show him something that will change that opinion."

Sitting back a bit I look down at her feet, in the little house shoes, hanging a foot off the floor. I place my hand behind her ankle and gently drift my fingers across her calf

"Your legs are firm." I say in a whisper.

"I walk a lot." She says softly her eyes on my face.

My hand drift up to the bend in her knee. The robe parts that far.

"So far I don't see anything I don't love." I say looking up at her with a smile.

"You're not at the bad parts yet.'

"I don't think there are any." I tell her stroking my hand to the outside of her knee. The robe opens a bit more as my thumb brushes past it. I see a pale slice of her thigh. "This looks beautiful."

She sits quiet as my fingers lightly brush the soft skin. I see her look up and listen to the house again.

It's very quiet, everyone sleeping in but us.

Her breathing heavy her hand moves to the knot in her robe. I look up at her face as she undoes the knot. Her hand holds the robe together. The other comes up to brush hair from beside my eyes.

"You need a haircut." She says softly.

I nod.

As I watch she slides down off the stool the robe opening before my eyes.

The first thing I see is the most luscious patch of dark brown hair. It covers her in a tight V just above where her thighs meet. Above it my eyes go to a six-inch scar that is all but worn down by the passage of so many years.

My eyes drift upward from the place of my birth to her belly button. The skin around it is a little slack from the gaining and losing of weight over the years. It sits like a little divot in her skin. I have to fight the almost overwhelming compulsion to lean forward and place a kiss there. But then I've been doing that from second one...about many places.

She opens the robe fully.

I see then her breasts, both of them, hanging from the center of her chest in beautifully round pink tipped wonder. My eyes go to a small scar on one side. I look up to her face. It's flushed with blush and she's panting I direct my eyes back to the scar then ask a question without words.

"A little scare about a year back. It was just a calcium deposit. I didn't want to worry you till I was sure...so I never told you."

"Don't do that again." I say firmly. 

She nods.

I let my gaze drift from place to place across her body. 

"Well?" she asks then. "Same opinion or different?"

Smiling I lean back a bit so that she can see the tenting in my sweat pants.

She smiles for a second then shakes her head.

"That's a man's opinion of any naked woman. I want what your eyes think."

Looking back up at my Mom I smile.

"You are the most beautiful, desirable woman I have ever seen."

She shakes her head.

"I see you need to get an eye exam as well as a hair cut.

She starts to close her robe.

"Wait!"

She stops but looks around clearly listening to the house again. I can see she's worried about Bruce or Julie coming in and catching us.

After a moment she looks down at me and tilts her head.

"What? You've seen it long enough to remember what I look like. I can't stand around with my robe open all morning."

I look at her face. With so much else to see I look at her beautiful face. Probably the first one I ever saw when my eyes opened.

"You'll never let me see you like this again will you?" I ask but I already know the answer.

She shakes her head.

"No. I'm sagging more every year. If you're going to remember what I look like naked I want it to be the best memory I can give...so no."

The brown curls are warm and soft under my lips.

I hear the gasp as I place kiss after kiss into them. She leans back till she hit the stool but I simply follow.

My thought had been to simply place a single kiss in the dark curls but after that one and the smell of her hair damp from the shower. I couldn't stop at one!

My hands go up the back of her legs till I 'm holding her by the back of her thighs preventing her escape. My face is in heaven as I burrow it into the tangle.

Then her hand is on my head. First pushing to make me move back. Then behind my head holding me in place.

Then pushing me lower.

As my mouth touches her lips I hear a soft sound from her. She moves a little then her thighs opening to give me access.

Oh how to describe the taste of your own mother? She's like every woman I've gone down on and yet there is a wonderful difference. Maybe it's just a difference in my mind but I feel it none the less.

Then my tongue is licking through her.

Mom's fingers dig into my hair, the nails into my scalp.

I explore her then finding what she enjoys the most. She helps to guide me there using my head as a handle. She doesn't care for too much on her clit. She pushes me lower when I lick there. She enjoyed me sucking on the inner lips for a bit but then I'm being directed even further down.




Breakfast



When my tongue goes deep into her she moans and grinds herself against my face.

"Oh yes right there." She says in a whisper. I can tell she wants to be screaming but can't. Then I hear a muffled sound. Glancing up I see she's moaning into the sleeve of her robe.

I slide my hands up and cup my Mom's ass then. Her legs open even more and I bring my shoulders between her thighs.

She is so sweet, like honey from the pot. It has that taste to the tongue that every woman has but at the same time I wish Julie was this sweet. Thoughts of my wife and the wedding vows I'm breaking flash past me but I pay them no mind.

I'm breaking so many other rules at the moment.

I let a rhythm build then pushing my tongue as deep into her as I can go. Mom is not moaning now, her teeth are sunk into the fabric of the robe and she's all but screaming.

The fact that we might get caught, the taboo that it's her son doing this to her, all of it drives her to cum so very quickly it shocks me. The women I've know before can take a half-hour or more.

Mom's hands clutch my head and she grinds my face into her. That I have made her cum so hard she's this aggressive is a warm pleasure to me. I suck and lap at her lick lips I drive my tongue into her seeking more of her. I lick at her from top to bottom and back again. I could easily say here all day just doing this over and over.

But I can't. I know that we have played with luck to long already. When her thighs stop shivering against the sides of my face I sit back. I stop then lean back in and place the single kiss in the tangle of hair that I had intended.

Look up at her then and find her looking down at me. She is half leaned back against the stool holding onto the bar top with one hand. The robe hangs open exposing her whole front.

"I shouldn't...I should have not...let you ... do that." she says after a moment. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her hands go to the robe and pull it closed. When She ties the knot back in the front it's done tightly.

My knees feel like their dead as I slowly get up off the hard tile floor.

When I'm standing in front of her she places a hand hesitantly on my chest.

"I'm...I'm sorry...'

"I'm not." Tell her before she can finish what she was going to say. "That was the most erotic thing I've ever done in my whole life. Thank you." I lay my hand on top of hers and she can feel the way my heart is hammering in my chest.

She closes her eyes and leans forward into my chest. I wrap her in my arms and just hold my Mom to me. 

After a few moments she chuckles

"You're poking me in the belly." she says with a laugh.

"Believe me I would love to." I say taking a deep breath.

We both look up when we hear footsteps upstairs.

When I look back down at her I see her eyes taking in all of my face at once then her lips come to mine in a rush.

I kiss my Mom with all the passion that I wish I could be showing some other way. I hold her tight to me for as long as I can then with great reluctance turn her lose.

"Wash your face." She says then giggles. "I'm all over you."

Going to the sink I use the dish detergent to clear the smell of her from my face. I wish I didn't have to. 

Drying off I hear the griddle sizzle as she pours more batter into the waffle maker. Then she's at the refrigerator getting back out the sausages.

There are feet on the stairs. Two sets. I hear my Stepfather and wife talking.

Bring my hand up I breath into my palm. I can still smell Mom's juices on my mouth!

I sit down at the table and grabbing up Mom's fork fill my mouth with thick buttery flavored syrup. The last of the taste of her leaves me just as they enter the room.

"I should have known." Says Julie as she walks into the kitchen. She stops and puts her hand on her hips looking at me. "Really? Waffles and is that sausage? You know what that's going to do to you colest..."

She's shut up as my Mom stuffs a sausage link in her mouth as she walks past coming towards me.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouth full." She says to Julie as she slides the waffle off onto the plate in front of me. 

"Well where's mine?" asks Bruce getting him a plate down from the cabinet.

"Cooking." Say Mom. She hands Julie the now empty plate she was carrying. "How many do you want dear?"

I can see my wife looking at the syrup I'm pouring on top of this my second and a half waffle. She licks the inside of her mouth no doubt still tasting the sausage Mom all but force fed her.

"Just one." She says after a moment. She gives a shrug at my look. "I guess when we come here you can get to have your favorite things for breakfast."

I look over to my Mom. She's standing by the stove looking back at me.

"I would like that a lot." I say my words directed right to her.

She blushes but quickly turns to hide it from the others.

"But only when we're here!" says Julie. When we get back home its back to the things you normally eat. Oh, thank you."

Mom slides the waffle onto the plate in front of my wife.

"You're welcome."

"Do you have low fat margarine?" Julie asks my Mom before she can walk away.

Mom looks at her and smiles.

"No. Don't worry dear it wont hurt you to eat something once in a while that a little fattening. Beside guys like big butts on a girl."

"Not when they get as big as yours." Says Bruce then. He holds up his empty plate to show he's still waiting. "Mine?"

"Guests first!" say Mom as she walks back over to the stove.

As I slowly eat I feel a depression settle over me. The normal routine of life comes back to replace the wonderful morning she and I shared.

"What's the matter?" asks Julie then looking at my face. 

I look up at her. I love her. All the emotional feeling that I first had for her are still there but at the same time I feel such a desire for her to not be here at the moment. 

Her and Bruce both. 

Without them here what might Mom and I be doing right now.

I give my head a shake.

"Just thinking about tomorrow and work. The long drive home all of that.'

Julie nods and goes back to trying not to look like she's eating too fast. I can tell she's enjoying her food.

Mom comes over and sits down a tall glass of milk in front of both of us.

"Stop your worrying. It causes wrinkles" She says then walks away. She's quickly back.

Looking up at mom as she gives Bruce his food I see a twinkle comes to her eyes.

I smile at her smile, sharing our secret in a glance with her.

"My god is this heavy cream?" ask Julie after taking a single sip of the milk. She looks down at her plate with a sigh "I'm going to put on twenty pounds with this one meal." She looks up at me then. "Oatmeal! For the rest of the week! Both of us!"

Mom leans in to by my head as she walks around to my side with her plate.

"Don't worry. When you're here next I'll let you have your favorite for breakfast again."

I look at my Mom as she sits down and smile as she winks at me.

"Don't encourage him! His cholesterol is horrible high for a man his age. His BTM is ridiculously high. He..."

Julie rambles on about how bad I am but the smile that passes between my Mom and me...says she doesn't know what she's talking about.

"So Bruce did you see the game last weekend?" I ask between bites.

Julie stops her tirade and gives me a look that hints at long dietary lectures to come on the way home.

"Yes I did! I loved that play in the third quarter when..."

Mom's knee moves against mine under the island then. I look over at her and she just smiles.

Listening to my Step father ramble on I finish the last of my breakfast. Sitting back feeling stuffed I look at my wife. I can see she's wanting a second but arguing with herself about it.

Looking back to my Mom I know I would like seconds as well.... of my new favorite thing for breakfast.



Breakfast



The cool evening breeze pulls gently at your red silk slip. Every now and then it whips the garment high enough to show your delectable, knickerless arse and I stiffen slightly at the sight.

"Are you coming back to bed, love?" I ask, pulling the sheet out of the way to give you a look at my semi-erect cock.

You turn and smile. "Why don't you join me out here, instead?" As you speak you aid the breeze in its quest to raise the slip and with both hands you pull it up from either side to reveal your incredible arse that you know I adore so much. Swaying your hips gently from side to side you tease me, aware that it's unlikely I'll be able to resist.

I can't, and seconds later I'm out there on the balcony with you, my naked body pressing up against your own as only a couple of levels below, people go about their daily business. It's a Sunday morning, therefore there aren't many people about; just a couple of dog walkers, a few joggers and a bloke on a bicycle.

"Did you order breakfast?" You ask as my hands clamp firmly onto each of your arse cheeks.

"Yeah," I reply. "We've got ten minutes."

"Then you'd best get to work, hadn't you?"

A comment like that is one I'm unable to ignore. I lean forwards, kissing your neck. Those kisses quickly turn to biting though, and I do so hard, almost tearing at your skin with my teeth. You moan in pleasure and a shiver runs through your body. I know you like it rough, I know what my girl appreciates.

Without warning I pull my hand back and bring it down hard upon your bare arse cheek, the slap so loud it echoes off the opposite building. I repeat, pulling my hand back again before spanking your naked arse. Over and over again I spank you with my teeth still clamped to your neck as you reach between your legs and begin rubbing your clitoris furiously.

If anyone was to glance up from the street they would have a quite wonderful view of you frantically frigging your clit as your arms rest upon the glass that surrounds the hotel balcony.

You don't care though, you're lost in the moment.

"Are you going to put that fucking cock in me, or what?"

How can I refuse that, eh? I spit on my hand and give your reddening arse cheek a final slap before I bend my knees slightly, ensuring I'm at the right height to be able to enter your pussy at the first time of asking.

I push hard into you, your pelvic muscles offering little resistance as my cock finds its way inside you. I don't stop pushing 'til I'm balls deep and you can't help but release an incredibly loud moan that echoes back from the opposite building even louder than my slapping of your arse had done.

As I fuck you from behind, pounding into your wet pussy as my testes swing and slap against your thighs, as you continue to moan louder and louder with every thrust, I catch sight of a twitching curtain in the building opposite. After almost thirty seconds of fucking your welcoming cunt I can clearly see that there at least three people watching us fuck. I don't care who they are but knowing they're enjoying the show spurs me on and I pick up the pace.

I figure you've noticed, too, because you're being much more vocal than usual. Not that I'm complaining of course, I'd never do that.

It's not at all long before I feel my balls tighten. I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill your soggy cunt and I'm going to savour every second of it.

You have other plans though, apparently, for as you recognise the fact I'm close to cumming you push me back so that my dick escapes your hole. You whip yourself around and get on your knees in front of me. Without hesitation you take my cock all the way down until my balls are resting on your chin.

That's about all I can take, and when I feel your index finger penetrate my arse hole I can't hold back any more and I shoot my load, rope after rope of thick, gooey cum.

You swallow it all, just as you do every time you take me in your mouth. You don't even wipe the back of your hand across your lips before you get back to your feet and kiss me. I can taste myself on your tongue, your lips, your breath.

You break the kiss at a knock on the door and head back into the room, leaving me standing naked on the balcony with a slowly fading erection.

I turn around just in time to see the attendant staring at your arse. He catches a glimpse of me, too, and I can see him trying incredibly hard not to make eye contact.

You close the door on him and I smile, fairly certain that if we'd asked him in for a threesome we'd have got the breakfast for nothing.



Breakfast



I was off to an early start. Real early. I was in the truck and travelling by four in the morning and now had an hour's travel behind me. Once this load was delivered I had three days off and as far as I was concerned the sooner I delivered the sooner I was free. Hence the early start.

Trouble is, with an early start like that I didn't grab any breakfast. Places that are open all night are few and far between and I didn't know of any in the next hundred miles. I'd been this way before and decent diners were pretty thin on the ground. As you can guess, I was pleasantly surprised when, after I'd just passed some little one-horse town, I found a new diner advertising they were open all day every day. 

I pulled in, figuring that something was better than nothing. I was the only vehicle in the parking area. This didn't necessarily mean that the place was no good. It was more probable that I was the only idiot out driving that early.

I wandered into the diner and there was this nice looking young thing leaning on the counter, looking bored out of her skull. She perked up considerably when she saw that she had a live customer. I mentioned the word breakfast and she told me to take a seat and she'd let me have a menu.

I sat and she came around and handed me the menu. She was really quite a pretty young lass, a brunette and nicely shaped. I'd put her age at about twenty. She wore a little badge proudly stating her name was Dianne.

"You don't seem too busy right now," I observed, and she gave me a disgusted look.

"And we'll stay not busy for at least another hour," she informed me. "Nobody stops along here in the middle of the night."

"I can't help wondering why you stay open all night if there's no custom."

"It's the owner's fault. He reckons by showing that we're open and available people will remember us and plan to stop here in future, even if they don't do it right now. It makes for a boring job at times. Fortunately, I'm not on the overnight shift. I only started a few minutes ago. Janine, she's the overnight woman, said she served one person in her entire shift. I'll at least get some custom later on."

"So you'll sit back and twiddle your thumbs and hope you get lucky," I said with a grin. 

"I watch TV and, hey, I've got you for a customer, haven't I? What would you like?"

I ordered a simple breakfast with coffee. She noted it down and told me it'd be about ten minutes. 

"Are you the cook as well?" I asked.

"At this time of the morning I am," she answered with a nod. "We have a real cook but he doesn't start for another half hour. But don't worry, I know my way around the kitchen."

She scurried away, apparently happy to have something to do. Ten minutes later she was back and I'm quite sure she'd added a few extra items to my order, but I wasn't complaining. I invited her to sit and talk while I ate. She grabbed a cup of coffee and settled down opposite me.

I was hungry and made short work of the meal, then I sat back and relaxed a little. 

"I needed that," I said, giving her a wink.

"You're welcome," she said. "Is there anything else you'd like before you go?"

"Funny you should ask," I said with a grin. "I was just thinking I'd like a little fun time with you. Are you offering?"

"What?" she said, and her voice sounded a bit squeaky. "No, I was not offering. I meant anything from the menu."

"Pity. No, I don't need anything else," I murmured. "Um, you may not have been offering, but seeing as how I'm asking. . ." I let my voice trail off.

"Still no," she said, blushing. "What do you think I am?"

"Good question. I think you're an attractive young woman who is feeling a trifle bored. I also think that you're a woman who'll be quite a handful if I can talk you out of your panties. Can you think of a better cure for boredom?"

"I'll have you know I don't do that sort of thing," she said rather tartly, giving me a female look. 

"Ah, sorry. I hadn't realised that you were a virgin. I quite understand. It wouldn't be right to lose your virginity to a passing stranger, would it?"

"I didn't say I was a virgin," she said, sounding flustered. "I meant I don't have sex with strangers, that's all."

"My mistake," I said smiling cheerfully. "You're saying that you do do that sort of thing but not with me."

"You're laughing at me. You asked and I said no. That should be the end of it."

"Possibly, but I want it to be the start, not the end. Why not with me?" 

"How many reasons do you want," she asked, a touch of sarcasm creeping into her voice.

"Three."

"One, I don't know you. Two, we're standing in the middle of a diner and people may arrive at any moment. Three, I don't want to."

"One, you do know me now. We've been talking for a while, and you'll know me even better afterwards. Two, you don't really expect any customers for quite a while and if you're bent over the table looking out the window you'd spot anyone who drove up anyway. Three, you do want to or you'd have stalked off in a huff, pretending you've been insulted."

"Do you seriously think I want to bend over a table in full view of anyone who drives in while you do what you want to? You are being insulting, you know."

"Why is it insulting to tell a woman that you find her attractive and want to get to know her better?"

"There are ways of getting to know a woman better and there are other ways. Your way seems to be a bit direct."

"Yes, I know. Exciting, isn't it."

I got up off my chair and stretched, rolling my shoulders and generally loosening up. Dianne suddenly looked a little nervous. After all, we were alone and I was a very large man.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Stretching, paying my bill, and hitting the road," I said with a grin, reaching for my wallet.

I handed her a fifty and watched as she practically ran to the counter to ring it up. I called out just before she reached it.

"Dianne."

She stopped and looked back at me.

"Do me a favour," I said softly. "Lift your uniform a little and show me what I'm missing out on."

She blushed again, but the added distance from me must have given her a bit of nerve. She hesitated for a moment and then lifted her uniform tunic, flashing a dainty pair of panties at me, blushing madly all the while.

"Very nice," I said softly. "Very nice indeed."

I moved slowly towards her.

"Tell me again why I have to miss out."

"I just don't do that sort of thing," she said, not looking directly at me.

By then I was standing right in front of her.

"If you insist," I said. "It's not as though I would force you. But I do want to see just a little more."

Moving easily I reached out and pulled the front of her panties out and slightly down, exposing her, but not pulling her panties down. I let the panties go. 

"Better ring up the bill," I said.

Red-faced she did so and I pocketed my change, leaving her a tip with a wink.

"Thanks for the breakfast," I murmured. "Before I go, how about you let me take down your panties?"

"God, you get an idea in your head and you can't let it go, can you?" she gasped. "If I let you take down my panties you would then want to touch and then you would want to have sex with me. It's called the thin edge of the wedge. Get a little and keep building."

"Clever for someone so young, aren't you," I said. "I'll tell you what." I put my fingers on her elbow and turned her towards the tables again, urging her gently forward as I walked back to where I'd been sitting.

"Why don't you lean forward onto this table while I show my appreciation of you?" 

"I said no," she repeated.

"I know you did, but you didn't mean it or you wouldn't have walked back here with me. Now lean forward. You'll find that the window acts like a mirror and you'll be able to watch me taking you."

"This is insane," she muttered. "I shouldn't be doing this."

Maybe she shouldn't, but she leaned over the table anyway, resting on her hands, standing at a slight angle so she could see what I was doing in the windows reflections. I rolled up her tunic, tucking it under the belt. Then I rolled her panties down, finally leaving her exposed.

I stroked her bottom, not rushing to take advantage of her. Nice and easy, letting her get used to the idea. My hands rubbed over her rump, sliding up and down, with my hands dropping lower with each down stroke. Dianne was actually anticipating my touch, and pushing to meet it, when one hand finally slipped under the curve of her bottom and glided softly over her mound.

Now that I was trespassing on even more sensitive flesh I took even more care. My hand gently massaged and squeezed, stroked and teased, bring her passions slowly to life. She was breathing heavily, rubbing herself against my hand long before I slipped a finger between her lips and probed her internally.

From that point things moved a little faster. She was ready for me, willing for me to go further. I eased down my trousers, letting my erection emerge. I was watching Dianne in the window reflections, while she was looking at the reflection of my cock, her eyes wide.

Her breathing sounded a trifle ragged as I moved into position. She gave a gasp and held her breath when my cock pressed firmly against her slit, pushing its way into her. She continued to hold her breath as I drove home, sliding smoothly down her moist passage. I didn't linger over this; she might have passed out from lack of breath. 

I settled neatly into position and Dianne let out her breath with a whoosh and started breathing normally again, albeit a bit harder than previously.

I pulled out and drove back in, Dianne looking at the action in the reflections. She started making little 'ah, ah," sounds as I set up a nice little tempo. These little gasps were quickly interspersed with other comments, such as, "Oh, god," (repeated rapidly) and "I can't believe I'm doing this".

I had trouble believing it myself, but this didn't stop me from making the most of it. Hands on her hips I drove in hard and often, while she pushed back eagerly to meet me. I would have liked to strip off her uniform and seize hold of her breasts, but I suspected being totally nude in the diner would have been a show stopper. Better to take what I could for now and see what happened on future occasions. 

Mind you, what I had right now was something fine. I was driving in hard, enjoying the sensation of her passage wrapped around me, enjoying the look on her face when I drove in, enjoying the little sounds she was making as I took her. 

Slowly but surely we were speeding up. At least, I was speeding up and Dianne was hurrying to match my pace. She was gasping and muttering almost continuously now, with a lot more gasping than muttering. As I watched I saw her eyes close, a dreamy expression on her face as she concentrated on what I was doing to her. 

Much as I would have liked to drag things out my gonads were getting the better of me. I was moving even faster, now, really driving in, ready and willing to spill my load. I couldn't wait any longer and gave an extra hard thrust, gasping as I ejaculated, and kept on ejaculating.

Dianne gave a muffled scream and seemed to just close down around me, taking my cock her prisoner while I came, and I could feel her shivering as her own climax rolled over her.

As I continued down the road I made a mental note to add that diner to my logbook. They served an excellent breakfast and I wouldn't mind dining there again.



Breakfast



It is always great to wake of a morning with my brother's arms wrapped around my waist. His morning wood presses into my ass, even in his dreams he tries to fuck me. Fortunately for both of us, we have nothing to do today.

I let him hold me a while longer, normally I would get up and wake him up with me but today is already cold and I appreciate his warmth against my skin. Then, I am overcome with the sudden urge to pee... my life is full of tiny, constant challenges that ruin such beautiful moments.

I can't move without waking him, so I don't bother trying otherwise and he wakes with a disgruntled yawn. The bathroom is adjacent to our bedroom, and next to the bedroom we pretend he uses. I am naked, the winter air prickles my flesh and sends shivers down my spine.

I pause before the mirror and examine myself for a moment, I look tired, my breasts are sagging, my tattoos are fading... I am overly critical of a morning. I progress towards the toilet and sit myself down.

I can hear Chris in the bedroom still trying to shake himself from sleep. I wonder idly to myself if he'll stay hard once he is awake. Maybe a shower will shake me from this funk.

The shower door creaks open and I turn on the hot water, the room steams up almost immediately and I lightly burn my hand as I reach in to turn on the cold. I slip into the shower and shut the door, washing off my body and letting the warm water trickle down throughout my cracks and crevasses, stream over my tits and down my stomach. I feel warm again for the first time since leaving bed and my mind starts to turn to other things.

The bathroom door creaks open and a half-asleep Chris wanders in. He is stark naked but not even the foggy, wet glass of the shower door stops me from admiring it. He looks at me in the shower for a moment, his long cock dangling half-limp before him and a sleepy grin on his face.

"Save some hot water for me."

Chris is far from obsessed with health but his trim body still manages to show off his firm muscles -- he doesn't have abs but his pecs are solid, he isn't ripped but his arms are strong and lean muscled. His shaggy black hair hangs down around his eyes in spiky fringes that he occasionally has trimmed away. He has burning blue eyes that are, at the moment at least, struggling to stay open.

There is no doubt he is my brother, otherwise we'd move somewhere far away and pretend we aren't related. Maybe that was part of the reason I dyed my hair so often but even then we look similar.

I want to invite him in, but he saunters over to the toilet and I shut the door and avert my gaze.

"Come on dude, someone's in here."

"Sis, I came in your ass last night... don't you think we're beyond seeing each other piss?"

"Gotta keep some mystery..."

He shakes, then flushes the toilet, "Right."

The water turns to ice and I scream profanities at him. All thoughts of inviting him in disappear and he leaves the room chuckling.

I leave the shower running while I dry myself off, if he wants to be juvenile two can play at that game. He is in the kitchenette when I finally do come out with a fresh pot of coffee brewing and a notepad on the table he is scribbling on. I am depressed to notice he is wearing clothes now, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual but at least he stands to make me a coffee.

"Hey, how do want your coffee?"

He always makes the best coffee, I don't even get how, because it is just some cheap supermarket blend. I asked him once and he tried to explain it, but it had something to do with heat and chemistry.

Trying to be cute I tell him, "Like how I want my men."

"In the ass with cream?"

"No... maybe."

He places a cup in front of me; long, strong and sweet exactly how I like it.

"Thanks, uh... you planning on doing anything today?"

"Just run a few errands; you know -- party supplies."

He turns the notepad around and slides it across the table to me. It is a shopping list: condoms, lube, glue, beer, cider, bourbon, whiskey, scotch, tequila, condoms.

"You've got condoms on the list twice."

"Well, there is a few days left until new years."

"And the lube?"

"You've gotta have lube."

He did have a point, I was still a little sore from yesterday.

"Why? Did you want something?"

"No..." I pout.

"Really?"

I nod, he always knows what I want even if he refuses to admit it.

"Alright, but quick."

I smile and gleefully clear the table before planting my ass firmly down upon it.

He looks at me a moment as if trying to work out how to tackle an engineering problem, then gestures at me. I pull down my black tights. The faux-wood laminate on the table is cold against my ass and the air has a sting to it. My lush pussy presents to him and the visible bulge in his track-pants grows. I am wet, he is hard, I want to feel him deep inside my pussy.

Instead I am glad that he sinks to his knees and I'm incredibly glad he is shaven.

"You don't wear the striped tights I bought you any more?"

"They have holes in them..."

"Oh right... strategically placed holes."

The knees had worn out, which has nothing to do with sex... it doesn't.

His lips are warm from the coffee, they press firmly against the top of my pussy and linger over my skin as he kisses me tenderly down into the inside of my thighs. He has a hold of my legs and pulls down my tights some more so he can slip his head between them and my crotch. My knees hook over his shoulders and his hands cup my legs around my pussy -- his index fingers part my hungry folds so he can examine the pink inside.

"You still have the prettiest pussy."

He leans in closer and his nose brushes against my clit, it sends shivers through me. He lets go of my labia and instead grabs my hips, his nose rubs in against me and buries his face in my cunt. His tongue runs through my slick folds, traces sweet circles into my velvet flesh. He drags me in closer to smother himself in me, his tongue teases against my vagina and I am already climaxing.

I can barely make out the obscenities I'm screaming at him, trying to urge him on and it seems to work because his tongue pierces through and swims deep inside me. I'm quivering, moaning, the electric pleasure is consuming me. He doesn't stop, even after I come all over his face. My juices flood across his handsome features, sweet nectar drenches his lips and dribbles down his chin.

I am spent and he relents, looking up at me from between my legs.

"Hope you left some hot water..."

He slips free and I pull up my tights. I get a glance of him before I collapse back on the table. The top of his shirt is soaked, he looks like he did when we were kids eating watermelon. Sticky drips dropping from his nose and chin, stains on his face and his shirt drenched as if he'd tipped a bucket of water over his head.

Guilt stricken I struggle to get up off the table but find my legs too wobbly to run. I still manage to get out the front door with the list in my hand before I hear him hollering at me.

Outside, an older woman from across the hall is looking at me. She must have heard. I smile at her and blush before wobbling down the hall.



Breakfast



Eyelids flutter, the soft rustle of the wind in the trees outside the bedroom window; she turns to Him, watching as He sleeps. Amazed at the way this man can bring chills to her spine after such a short time. Grateful to be here with Him, her Master; after all those months submitting to Him online; she is finally where she was made to be. 

Their relationship started as most cyber ones do, flirting in the main room, a few private sessions; neither realizing it would ever come to this until they stood in front of one another at the airport. He had sent for her, she is still in awe; for she had not even a second thought when the airline tickets arrived. She belonged to Him online, heart and soul and soon, body. She was still a bit confused as to why they had not yet had a session, chalking it up to nervousness on both their parts; or maybe it was just not time yet. She’s only been here less than 24 hours after all.

Her hazel eyes roam over Him, the soft black sheets tangled within His muscular legs, His cock resting against His upper thigh. Her eyes glance to His face, so peaceful, breathing steadily; temptation overwhelms her as she crawls down the bed, pressing her cheeks against His thigh. He stirs slightly, she waits it out; content He is back to His slumber she advances. Tongue so soft and wet, resting flat against His head, licking tenderly, a small grin on her lips as it twitches. 

Her full pouty lips quiver, unable to stand the closeness. Her mouth moves over Him, sucking gently, drawing Him in. She moves with careful procession, not wanting to rouse Him too quickly, tongue snaking over each vein, marking a path. Her greed consumes her, before she knows it she has Him fully in her mouth, gliding her hungry mouth over Him, increasing the suction. She loses herself in her rhythm as He hardens fully within the confines of her lips. Abruptly hands wrap in her hair, pulling her from His cock. 

She looks up to Him startled, His blue eyes narrowed, His voice resounding "Did I give you permission to suck my cock, you greedy little bitch?"

Her voice trembles, eyes lowering quickly as she remembers her place, "N-no Sir, I just thought..." "You thought...YOU thought, well we will just have to see what else YOU will be thinking when I’m done with you whore".

He drags her from the bed by her hair, her pleading falling onto deaf ears, bringing her into the kitchen. The contents of the table crash onto the floor with just one brush of His free hand; pushing her, face first, onto it. He cannot believe she would just take it upon herself to know what He wants after all He has done.

"Hungry are you slut? I will give you something to satisfy your craving", he chuckles.

She dare not make a sound, her breasts aching atop the cold hard surface of the table, trembling both with fear and anticipation. He moves in front of her and grabs her arms; quickly tying them to the table legs, pulling her up so her head hangs from the edge. Moving from her view; her legs instantly fettered as well.

Drawers open and close, she can sense His eyes burning into her flesh, her bare cheeks clench. 

"Now then, If you were to be hungry in the morning, this would be the room for you my pet" 

She tenses at the wickedness in His voice, even more as a flat object caresses her ass. She pulls against the ties a bit too late, WHACKKKKKK, her ass rippling from the force as she cries out.

"There are certain instruments used in breakfast my dear, this spatula being one of them", He sneers. WHACKKKKKK......WHACKKKKKK......WHACKKKKKK...... She squeals as it marks her cheeks over and over again, finding her voice she responds weakly "Y-yess Sir"

The wooden spatula rubbing harshly over her crimson flesh as he continues, "Many things in this kitchen can be useful in helping you control your hunger little one", he places the spatula onto the table aside her. He grins to Himself as He picks up the next object.

She squirms, noting the silence, at once gasping as she feels something cold against her bare sex.

"Maybe I should've explained your place before I sent you off to sleep, so I will go easy on you my dear; I wish to be awaked with coffee black one sugar, eggs scrambled, and my paper, isn’t that what you have always told me that you have enjoyed each morning my pet?” His voice lingering. "Yes M-Master", she whimpers, cursing herself; of course they had marveled at how similar their tastes were, how could she have forgotten? "You will never ASSUME again, that MY cock is there for YOUR pleasure, for You are here for mine; is that clear?" he snickers as he presses the cold object harder against her pussy watching it spread her glistening lips.

She shudders visibly, feeling the odd sensation of the object moving into her opening, "Yes Sir, my sincere apologies, please forgive me." "You are forgiven littleone", he sneers as he rams the object into her cunt without warning.

She is rocked forward, her legs pulling the restraints to the limit, the object springing open inside of her, wires against her soft walls. She squeals at the realization of what it is.

He moves the small whisk within her carefully, not wanting to damage this pretty little pussy of hers, twisting ever so gently, feeling it conforming to her inner curves. Grinning as He sees her accepting her fate, her ass rising with each tender push. Enough. He holds the wires with one hand and removes it from her quivering hole. He shakes His head as He examines it, her wetness shining over its surface.

She bites down on her lower lip, surprised at her moan as He removes it she lets her head drop. Waiting for the unknown.

His tongue glides over the whisk, inwardly growling at her taste, moving in front of His slut. His hands drift roughly across her back, her skin rippling back as He moves higher; grabbing her hair once again, He pulls back meeting her eyes. “Now then, are you prepared for breakfast little one hmmm?”

She falters, her voice cracking again “Yy-es S-sir, please allow me to serve You”, dropping her head back down as He releases His grip. She trembles as He unties her from the table, holding still as she waits for her orders. 

He lifts her chin and whispers “Open”, placing the small implement in her mouth. “Here is your breakfast my dear”, snickering as her lips wrap around it. He watches her proudly, knowing the past 24 hours of real life submission have been a strange transition from cyber; she has made Him proud, but , even so, she must be kept in place. Taking it from her pouty lips He whispers , “Turn over my love, onto your back”

She nods quickly, flipping onto her back, raising her arms above her head, “Yes Master”.

He moves over to the coffee pot, suddenly thankful for modern technology as the steaming pot sits waiting. “Good thing I had set the coffee maker before we retired for the evening eh ..”, pouring Himself a cup and leaning against the counter, watching this vision on His kitchen table. 

Her pulse races, knowing Him all too well. This can’t be it can it? Listening to His footsteps as He walks across the house to the front door, it opens and closes swiftly, He returns.

He stops before the table and sets His coffee mug on the edge, holding the newspaper in His hand. “You know little one, Since it was partially my fault I will not punish you throughout the day, But, if you recall; we had spoken about our meeting in real; it was to be Dom/submissive from the start, so I cannot let your greed slide by”, His voice remaining calm as he rolls the newspaper tightly.

She stares up at the ceiling, her voice a bit stronger as she speaks “Yes Master, I recall Sir”; she lowers her eyes just in time to see the blur of His hand, WHACKKKKKK, the newspaper strikes her pussy...the pain shoots through her barely giving her time to scream before WHACKKKKKK WHACKKKKKK. Tears streaming down her cheeks, writhing on the table as her swollen lips burn.

He picks up His coffee and sips slowly, crinkling His nose as He watches His beautiful sub squirm. His eyes fall to her cunt, HIS cunt, trying to resist the urge to touch it; marveling at the crimson color, the wetness evident even through her pain.

She cries softly, feeling the heat rising from between her thighs, her lips moist, clit pulsating even now. She has always been greedy, always wanting more, more release, more of His pain, more of Him.; “thank You Master” she manages through her tears.

He melts from the sound of her delicate voice. Knowing she has come far in a true submissive style; wanting to please Him at all times. He sips His coffee again and makes a face, “You are doing well my pet”.

She nods quickly, “thank You Master”; her whiteknuckled grip on the table edge loosens as she settles into the stinging pain of her pussy. Embracing His lesson.

He chortles to Himself as He pulls the chair away from the table and sits staring at her quivering cunt. He lifts the mug to His lips again, lost in the beauty of that which belongs to Him; in a suddenness that surprises even Him, He moves the mug away and dumps the remainder of the coffee over her pussy.

She jumps as the luke warm liquid flows down her pussy, arching as His mouth locks onto her and begins licking. His tongue swirling crudely over her with no real direction. She claws for the table again.

He silently curses Himself for not being able to resist as He dines on His submissive, the odd mixture of the coffee and her distinct taste causing a low growl to emit from His throat. His fingers dig roughly into her hips as He drags her to tables edge; savagely eating her sweet cunt.

Her body’s motions take over, rocking against her Master as He send waves of pleasure throughout. Her clit swollen beyond belief, mashed against His nose as His tongue licks her inner walls. She knows she can not last for long, fighting back the urge.

His tongue pulls from her, moving lower, swirling around her tiny dark hole; the taste causing His cock to spring against Him. His nails bear down into her flesh, her scream only urging Him on. His thumb replaces His tongue, thrusting past her ring swiftly, ignoring the resistance. Her ass clenching with a vise-like grip.

Primal screams rising from deep within her soul, consuming her entire being as He rips into her ass, His tongue savagely lashing across her clit. Her head banging against the table as she bucks against Him. She trembles, feeling herself floating. Pleading to Him with a raspy growl, “P-ppppleassssse Masterrrrrr, Plllleeeeeeassssse allow me to cum for You”

He pulls away from her pussy, looking to her face with interest. So many times He has heard this tone of hers over the phone lines; this primitive grunt. His lips curl into an evil smile as he rips His finger from her ass, watching as she arches and sobs. Pulling her to the lip of the table with one hand, the other holding His angry cock; spearing into her asshole deeply in one motion.

Her eyes fly open, mouth open with a silent scream as the pain overwhelms her senses. Gasping for ground, haven’t having a cock in her ass in years; the months of training with her dildo still not preparing her for His girth. Her hips rock spasmodically as He draws back, only to impale her again. Just when she thinks she cannot withhold another moment...

The tightness, almost painful to Him as He takes her ass as His; wanting to have taken her yesterday, but holding back for the perfect time to claim His property. His grunts matching the long deep thrusts, His fingernails marking the tender skin of her hips, He glances down at the wounds as beads of blood rise from them. It is too much. One word, spoken so many times, finally in person; CUM.

Her body reacts as it has so many times before, an instant wave from the soles of her feet rising over every inch, every nerve alive. Her back arches clear off of the table, head thrashing wildly. Her release severe, wrecking her to the very core. Her juices spraying out of her cunt as she hears the most beautiful sound breaking through her own screams.

His eruption unsurpassed, streams of heat shooting into her satin lined ass, His vicious roar piercing her cries. With one savage thrust He throws back His head, holding still emptying into His slut, marking her as His with the seed of His soul. Her juices dripping down His pelvis, heightening His amazement.

She lays panting, unable to stop moving. Tears streaming down her flushed face; tears of happiness. She gathers strength, her voice barely audible “I love You Master, t-thank You”.

He leans forward, slowly withdrawing from her cumfilled ass, kissing her sweet lips tenderly. Pulling back, He brushes a strand of hair from her eyes and smirks, “Now, about breakfast...”



Breakfast



 (This story is inspired by the work of a good friend. I thank her for the inspiration, and hope she'll be inclined to share her work as well, which was, in my opinion, far superior to the present piece. Thanks.)

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James paused outside the kitchen, closing his eyes. 

The wonderful smell of cooking food met him, his mouth beginning to water. He couldn't remember the last time someone had fixed him breakfast - yet there was the smell of bacon and eggs, and beneath that, the rich aroma of brewing coffee. And he knew that it was all for him, made with loving hands, just for him.

James walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the table where a place was set for him, with the morning paper laid out beside it. James opened the paper to the business section and began to read, wondering where his lover was.

"There you are, hun. Thought I was going to have go up there and wake you myself." Louis' voice sounded, as the sleight young man entered the kitchen. He hurried over to the counter, and poured James a cup of coffee. James accepted the cup, putting it aside absently, and Louis turned back to the sizzling bacon. 

"Come here, you." James said reaching out, and grabbed Louis by the wrist. "Have I told you how much I love you this morning?"

Louis smiled, "No, you haven't."

"Well, it's about time then, huh?" James pulled him down and began kissing him. It was a long, sensual kiss, and he loved the taste of Louis' lips and his mouth. Several moments later, breathless, Louis pulled away, saying, "The bacon's going to burn."

"Fuck the bacon." James said, but let him go.

James watched as Louis walked over to the stove, and began to work on the food. Louis was a beautiful man, slender, dark, and very graceful. Cuba was in his hair, in his skin, in his blood and in his words. Everything about him reminded James of the island, and he loved to lay in bed holding him close, his eyes closed, and smell and feel Cuba through Louis, dreaming that they were on the warm sandy beach together, making love. Louis felt James' eyes upon him, and turned back and smiled. James whispered, "I love you" and Louis smiled and wiggled his hips. He had the most incredible ass - small, and round, just begging to be cupped and squeezed, and James felt his penis stirring at the thought.

Louis served up their food, the eggs covered in peppers and salsa, with several large pieces of bacon, and perfect golden slices of toast. He carried them over to the table, and sat down next to James, and the two men ate their breakfast in silence, each one pretending to read the paper, but in reality watching the other. Over breakfast, they performed a thousand tiny seductions. 

When Louis was finished, he pushed his plate aside, put down his paper, and watched James read. James pretended to continue reading for a couple moments, and then he neatly folded the paper and put it aside.

"So what will you be doing at work today?" Louis asked, and the way he said it made it sound like that was the most important thing to him in the world. Every morning, he asked it that way.

James began to tell him about the complicated account he was working on, and the new intern who was really messing things up, and would probably be fired by week's end, and other sorts of bland details. And as he did so, Louis listened intently, nodding and smiling at the appropriate parts. He also reached out, and massaged James' thigh as he did so, causing his penis to swell in his shorts. 

"And they're continuing the construction on the freeway, so the commute is going to be a bitch." Louis' hand slid up under the loose fabric, and lightly touched his penis. It stirred, and James caught his breath, but kept on speaking. "So, I .... probably won't make it home until .... late."

"Oh, that is too bad," Louis said, taking the penis out through the fly of James' boxers. He was already hard, and pre-come quickly began to leak from its swollen tip. "Do they have any idea when they'll finish the construction?"

"Ah .... I don't know." 

Louis' hand moved in a spiral, like the stripes on a candy cane. He would grip it hard at the bottom, and slowly move upwards, relaxing and tightening his hold on it as he moved. James closed his eyes, and his breathing grew heavy. 

Louis, still working his penis, leaned forward, and gently kissed James' naked chest. He left a trail of kisses down his body, following the pattern of auburn hair as it descended into the waistband of his boxers. When he reached James' navel, he plunged his tongue in and worked it around several times, drawing moans from James. Louis then moved back up, and flicked his tongue against James' nipple, and James let out a gasp and opened his eyes. Louis looked up at him, smiled, and knelt back, closing his mouth around the nipple, stroking it with his tongue. 

"Oh God, I love you." James gasped, "You're so fucking good." 

Louis placed a series of kisses across his chest and then said, "Is there anything you want?"

"Yes. Do it."

Louis smiled at him, a teasing, playful glint in his eyes, and asked, "Do what?"

"You know. Do it."

Louis released James' penis, and moved back. "Say it."

"Oh God, suck it, Louis, please. I want to feel your mouth on it, I need to cum so bad. Look at what you've done to me." James' penis stood up between them, so hard it almost waved. It was thick, with veins weaving up it's length, and it had a bulbous purple head from the blood trapped in it. Pre-come was leaking down the sides of it, dripping into the patch of curly brown hairs at its base. It was larger, and harder, and thicker than he remembered it being for days. "Don't leave me like this."

"Alright," Louis said, and he pushed James' thighs apart, and knelt between his legs. He lowered his head, and extended his tongue, licking at the clear liquid that covered its head before engulfing its length within his mouth. He went all the way down to the base on the first try, a thing that amazed James every time he did it, and then he moved back up, until only the swollen head remained inside. Louis' mouth was warm, and wet, and as he traced the sensitive glans with his tongue, James' eyes rolled back and he began to moan. As Louis went down again, he let his hands explore the length of James' body, caressing his thighs, and moving up along his taut stomach. James wasn't sure what to do with his own hands, first clenching and unclenching them as fists, then gripping the seat of the chair, and finally moving them to Louis' shoulders, which felt right. He massaged his shoulders gently, feeling the supple play of muscles as the young man's neck and head moved with an incredible rhythm.

Louis released James' penis from his mouth, and began to kiss along its length, He ran his tongue across the veins, tracing them up and down the shaft. He would then kiss the tip of the penis, and lick the glans, like a kitten lapping at milk. Louis, seeing James steadily approach his orgasm, took the shaft in hand, and stroked it with increased vigor. He dropped his head down, and began to lick his balls, even taking one of them into his mouth. This was enough to drive James over the edge, and he began to come, shooting ropey lengths of semen into the air. Louis quickly rose and took James' penis into his mouth, closing tightly around the super-sensitive head, swallowing everything he had. James, in the grips of his orgasm, made sounds that were a combination of a whimper and a growl, and he almost cried when Louis took his penis back into his mouth. Louis stayed like that for several moments, keeping the penis in his mouth, until it shrank and slipped out. Then he rose up and kissed James on the mouth, a kiss full of heat and saliva mixed with his own semen. James returned the kiss just as passionately, pulling Louis into him, holding him close, wanting this moment to go on forever.

Louis vanished, and so did the smells of cooking food and coffee, and James realized that he was standing in the doorway of his own kitchen, so very different from the one in the dream. Laura, his wife of 16 years, shoved passed him, saying, "Don't just stand there gaping, you damned moron, you're going to be late for work."

James looked at his wife. She was an unattractive, indistinct blob of a woman, with dishwater hair, and cold, narrow eyes. He had never loved her, not even when they were first married, and over the years he had grown to hate her. He looked at the kitchen. It was small, cramped, dirty, and had an oppressive weight to it. There was never the smell of eggs and bacon and coffee to it, nothing for that matter, which did not come out of the microwave. He thought about his job, how boring and pointless it was, and how he had no one to share even the triviality of it with. And he felt his heart compress, and James began to weep. His wife just looked at him with uncomprehending contempt, shook her head, and went off to the living room to watch television.



Breakfast



The next morning I wake up beside your sleeping form. The sun is bleeding through the sliding doors of the balcony, hanging blinds obscuring the rays. You are on your back, the single silk sheet covering your lower regions. Your chest is red with scratches, small indications of the true intensity of last night's passionate collision. 

I am pleasantly sore, and still very aroused. 

Your cock is rigid below the covers, morning hard-on creating a large tent in the middle. I think about how wonderful it would feel to have you inside my mouth while you are asleep, unaware…gently pull down the thin covering, exposing your cock, thick and stiff with blood. You do not awaken; only shift slightly, deep in dreams. Want to make you dream about me, take control of your sleep. 

Absently stroke the tender underside of your shaft with one long fingernail. I go up to the head, lean over and lick it softly with the tip of my skilled tongue; so warm…I want the length of you in my mouth, down my throat…I put my red lips on the tip, slightly parting them to flick my tongue all over your glans. You give a slight groan deep in the back of your throat. I quickly glance up; you haven't awakened. Good, I am getting inside your head…I open my mouth wider and take you in, inch by inch until my nose is almost touching your pubic hair. 

Your eyes pop open and you moan, pleasure evident on your face. 

I pull up just as slowly as I went down, my tongue brushing the underside along the way. I linger for an extra moment at the top. As I release your cock from my lips I look you straight in the eyes. 

'Good morning lover'. 

Casually ask if you want me to continue. Take your balls in my right hand and tenderly but firmly squeeze them. You can only groan an affirmative. I grip your shaft in my hand, jerking it, dipping down now and then to lick or suck your cock. 

'You want to come all over my tits don't you?' 

You moan urgently now, close to the edge, your cock tightening, anticipating the climax of sweet tension. 

I pull back just before you unload, let go of your cock and climb over you, off the bed. 

'No, I want to play with you some more'. 

'You are evil' you say, swollen red erection jutting up like a satyrs. 

I instruct you to close your eyes, not to open them until I say so. You obey, the desperation almost tangible. I laugh softly, walk to the shower. You hear the sound of running water. After a few minutes I call you over. You enter the washroom, not knowing what to expect next. 

The small, powder blue room is illuminated by a number of red candles, the light flickering on the walls like dancing specters, passionate ghosts. Steam sticks to your skin, the water in the shower scalding hot, burning like my desire. I extend a finger around the curtain and motion you to come in. You pull back the curtain, revealing my body, red from the hot water glancing off it. You step in, and wrap your strong arms around me like a second skin. Mold your body to mine. No space between us, we kiss like animals. 

Want to taste every inch of your body, your lips, your tongue your soul. We kiss deep as oceans, the water cascading off our intertwined bodies. I stab my tongue into your mouth, grazing your teeth. Your hands travel across my flesh, stop at the softness between my legs. You insert a finger, then another. I want something else inside me, though. 

I turn around; bend over slightly, offering myself from behind. You penetrate me roughly, the force sending electric currents across my body. Your cock fills me, fully, completely; one flesh. Each thrust shakes my world, earthquakes of pleasure shifting me against my will. We are unaware of our surroundings, so intent on exploring our erotic journey. 

In and out, your fingers squeeze tight the soft flesh of my ass I slam back even harder, spine arched like a cat, purring. You lean over, whisper into my ear.

'I want you to cum', you say 'cum with me, but not here'. 

We disengage, turn off the shower. We don't bother to dry off, dripping a pool onto the tile. Pad across the carpeting, towards the sliding balcony doors. You turn to stare into my eyes, drown in them. I lean into your chest, rake my nails down. Red lines chart a trail to your navel. I kiss your smooth chest, lick it until it's slick with saliva. Your nipples are swollen, tight with painful delight. I bend down, nibble then bite. You gasp and almost collapse on the floor. 

Push you back into the glass, down on my knees. You close your eyes and I swallow your cock again. I taste my cum on your cock, taste my passion. Your hands pull my hair, sharp pain sending wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I stand up quickly before you can spill your cum down my throat, before you can lose it. You are angry at this denial and open the balcony door. The sounds from the streets below flow up the fifteen stories into the room, cars and voices; the city, awakening. 

'I want you'. 

You exhale the words and I answer with another violent kiss. You drag me out on the balcony and bend me forward over the railing, so I can see the expanse of the anonymous cityscape. You kick my legs apart, my pussy soaked with our combined juices. You slam in quick and hard, the intent of our desire glaringly apparent. We don't bother to hold back our cries; we are strangers in an unfamiliar city with no reason to care. 

I can feel the wave of orgasms begging to crest within me and by your urgency I can tell you are about to crash as well. I feel the wave collapse and you give a few more hard thrusts before I sense your semen splashing inside me.

Without pulling off you, I stand back, lean into your sweat slick chest. Turn my head towards your mouth and kiss your bruised lips. Your hands reach forward and grasp my tits. The day has begun. You pull out, and we are drenched in mingled sweat. The early morning wind is warm and inviting, and we walk, hands entwined, back into our room for breakfast.



Breakfast



"What are you doing?" I heard the voice say from across the room...

I was frozen...what am I going to do?...what am I going to say?...

"I said, what are you doing?" she asked again.

How could I possibly try to get out of it when she just caught me jerking off into her morning health drink. Ok...here goes nothing!

For the past 3 months, I have been jerking off into my Mom's morning health drink. My Mom is definitely a hot woman. She's 38 years old but she has retained her youthful appearance. She goes to the gym regularly so her body is firm & toned. She stands at about 5'9", approximately 130 lbs, roughly a 36c chest & an ass to die for. I've always found my mom attractive, at least ever since I realized that girls weren't as bad as I thought. I tried to sneak a peek whenever I could, but usually with no luck. The most I got to see was either her in a towel after a shower, or her in a bathing suit at the beach. I became obsessed with my mom. I have no idea how many nights I spent jerking off in my room to the image of her in my head. My obsession started getting out of control when I began sneaking into her room, taking her used panties from the hamper & smelling them while I jerked off, usually wrapping them around my cock when I came. It wasn't until she began taking her health drinks with her to work every morning that my current plan came about.

Mom would make her usual drink at night before going to bed. That way, it would be cold enough to drink in the morning. Since I spent so much time trying to figure out a way to seduce my mom, I decided to take this opportunity to give her a taste of her son. After I was sure she went to bed, I snuck downstairs, opened the fridge, took out the drink, and began jerking off into it. Seeing how I was young & so potent, I usually was able to shoot quite a large amount of cum. I would grab a spoon & stir the drink when I was done, put it back in the fridge, and head back upstairs. 

That next night, after I tried it out, as my Mom was making her drink for the next day, I casually asked her "How can you drink that crap!...It has no taste to it!"

"It's not as bad as you think" she replied..."I've had some that were just plain horrible, but the one I had yesterday really wasn't bad at all!"

My heart skipped a beat. My mom just confessed to me that she enjoyed drinking my cum! Ok...she didn't really say that, but then again, she didn't know she was drinking it. So again, that night after she went to bed, I snuck downstairs, grabbed the drink and came in it. This went on for about 3 months, which brings us to tonight's discovery.

There was my Mom, standing in the doorway, looking confused & pissed off at the same time. I got scared by her catching me, yet a bit turned on seeing her in her nightgown, which consisted of a long, silk gown which clung to her body, revealing her great figure and large breasts.

"Answer me, Michael...what are you doing?"

"Mom...I can explain"...

"Good, because I really want to hear this!"

I froze...I didn't know how to start off...

"Mom...I'm sorry" was all I could manage to get out.

"You're sorry?...You're sorry?...is that supposed to negate the fact that I just caught you jerking off into my breakfast?"

"Mom...I..."

"How long have you been doing this?" she asked...

I was terrified to tell her, but I had to. "A little over three months".

She got this terrified look on her face. Then she hung her head down & put her hands to her face.

"Do you mean to tell me that I've been drinking your cum for the last three months??"

"Yes, Mom"

Then she did something that I never thought would happen. She walked over to me & put her arms around me, leaned in & whispered into my ear...

"Does it really get you hot knowing that your Mom is drinking your cum on a daily basis?"

My cock instantly got hard swelling to a very nice size. Mom looked down & said "Well...I guess that answers my question". "Well, don't let me stop you...go on...finish up!"

I couldn't believe she was saying that. I hesitantly began to jerk my cock off. She grabbed my cock & said "Come on...if you're going to do it, make it worthwhile!"

While she jerked me off, Mom whispered into my ear about how naughty I was & how she can't wait to drink my big load. That set me over the edge & I turned to her, looked her in the eyes & said "Mom... I'm going to cum!" She spun me around & in an instant, my cock was an inch from her mouth. "Might as well get it from the source" she said & in a flash, wrapped her lips around my cock!

"Here it comes!" I screamed and felt the first wave of orgasm hit. The cum shot up my cock & into her wet, waiting mouth. I never felt it this strong before, my cum racing through my cock. I felt her swallow my first huge load then she pulled out a bit so that just the tip was in her mouth. I shot five, six, seven loads of hot cum in her mouth, before my shooting just became a dribble. When I was done, Mom pulled off of me & stood up, leaned over & kissed me. I opened my mouth & was surprised when she pushed my cum into my mouth. Now, I've tasted my cum before, usually after one of my jerk off sessions, but this time, it tasted a lot better coming from my Mom's hot mouth. Our tongues danced in each other's mouth as we shared my cum. I pulled away & was treated to seeing my Mom swallow what was left in her mouth. She opened her mouth for me to see that it was all gone. Then, she waited for me to do the same. I figured why not & while looking her dead in the eyes, swallowed what was in my mouth. My Mom got this look on her face & started stroking my cock again. I reached down, grabbed my t-shirt & pulled it over my head. Here I was, completely naked in front of my Mom. Then it happened.

Mom took a step back, released my cock, grabbed her nightgown & pulled it over her head, exposing her toned, naked body to her son. I stood there, stroking my cock back to life as my Mom began to squeeze her full tits, getting her nipples nice & hard. As I stared at her body, my eyes grew big as I saw her pussy for the first time. My jaw dropped when I noticed that my Mom's pussy was as bald as the day she came into the world. "I see you approve of my bald cunt" she said, slowly moving her hands down & spreading her lips. "Your father likes me to have a little hair, but I was feeling a bit nasty so I decided to take it all off!" I couldn't come up with anything to say, so I stepped over & ran my hand over it. It was so soft & smooth. I could feel the heat coming from it & it was definitely wet!

"Now, it's your turn to get a taste!" she said & leaded against the counter & pushed me to my knees. I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her butt & slowly began to eat my mother's pussy.

"Oh God, Mike...it feels so good!" she whispered. I ate her like a pro, swirling my tongue over her clit, sucking on it, licking her flowing juices from her dripping cunt.

"Mike...Mike...it's cumming...you're making my cunt cum!"...

She squeezes her legs around my head, bucked her hips & came all over my face!

I stood up & we kissed again, only this time, we were sharing her tasty cum! She didn't say a word, but bent over, pulled her ass apart, and positioned herself over my now rock-hard cock. I took hold of my cock, lined it up & pushed forward. My cock slid in her so easy and before I knew it, I was balls deep in my mother. "Shit, Mike...your cock is filling me up!" she said. I was so turned on that I knew that it wouldn't be long before I unloaded again. As I was fucking her, I licked my finger & slowly slid it into her asshole. She bucked wildly under me, causing my finger to go in deeper. "Finger your Mom's tight asshole while you fuck her wet cunt!" she yelled in a voice that I had never heard before. She reached behind & offered me her fingers. I took them in my mouth & sucked on them, getting them nice & wet. She pulled them out & began to rub her clit. This sent her into a frenzy & she began to thrash under me.

"Mom...I'm close to cumming!" I whispered.

"do it, Mike...cum in my pussy...fill me with that hot cum of yours!"

"But Mom...I don't want to cum inside you...you could get pregnant!?"

"Michael...if you pull out of me, I will make sure that this NEVER happens again!...It's your choice!"

Not wanting to ruin a great thing, I said "Ok...here it comes!"

I pushed in so deep, I actually bottomed out in her cunt. My cock muscles contracted & I started cumming. I must have pumped more semen & sperm into her than I thought was possible. She started convulsing on my cock as I shot my cum deep into her womb. "Mike...I can feel it shooting into me...I can feel it!" she said through gritted teeth. "fill my cunt with cum...shoot it into my womb...make me pregnant!" Those words sent me into another fit of orgasm & I kept right on cumming, after I had already pumped about six heavy loads into her. I squirted about three more into her before I knew I was done. We stood there, panting & trying to catch our breath. I finally pulled out & was treated to the sound of a large glob of cum squirting out of my mom's pussy & hitting the tiled kitchen floor. She turned around, looked me in the eyes, ran her fingers through her dripping cunt & began to lick her fingers clean, tasting my cum all over again!

"So Mike...I hope you've learned your lesson about tricking your Mom like that!" she said..."I'll see you again tomorrow night! I'll have a surprise for you!"

"Don't worry, Mom...I've learned my lesson. Shall we say around the same time?!"



Breakfast



He walked into the room. His dick twitched as he looked at her laying there with the covers around her waist. The soft rays of first light fell across her chocolate skin where one crest of her full breasts had been bared by the opening in her gown. His mouth watered wanting to taste her sweetness. He walked over and kneeled beside the bed. He raised his hand and smoothed her hair back from her face. God she was so soft. He wondered if every inch of her was like the skin of her cheek. She turned on to her side and opened her eyes. He smiled.

"Good morning baby."

"Mmmhmm."

He laughed. Ok so she's not a morning person, but she was beautiful when she first woke up. The irritation in her eyes added a spark that made him start to get hard and yearn to be inside her. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the chest.

"Do you want to go out for breakfast or make something here?"

"Go out and get some bagels. Get me a blueberry one and some cream cheese. I'll be up and dressed when you return."

"Sure. You don't have to get up." He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. The kiss turned into more when his hand came up and cupped her breasts.

She pushed him away. "Go. I have morning breath."

He laughed and got up. Looking back at her one last time, he left.

She got up and went to her bags. She grabbed some clean underwear, a t-shirt and shorts. She was walking toward the bathroom when she had a thought. She dropped her clothes and continued into the bathroom. She took a shower in her citrus scented shower gel. She brushed her teeth and hair and went back into the bedroom. She sprayed the bed with a citrus scented spray and got back under the covers. She lay there waiting. Just as she was about to get up and get dressed she heard him come in. She lay back and pretended to be sleeping.

He came into the room and was about to call her name when he noticed her laying in bed. He chuckled. He walked towards her. He was almost to the bed when she turned and pushed the covers off. His eyes closed and he whispered a silent prayer. She lay there with the covers down on her thighs and naked.

"You aren't asleep are you?"

"Come find out."

He moved closer until he was able to sit on the side of the bed. He reached out his hand and felt his dick growing hard as his hand came to rest on her stomach.

She moaned. "I do so love to see the contrast of your olive skin on my darker one."

"oh really. Let's see how much you like this."

His hand slid up to her breasts. He leaned toward her and with both hands pushed her breasts together. He brought his lips down and rubbed them over her nipples. He began pulling at her nipples with his lips until they were hardened peaks. He snaked his tongue out and licked them in turn alternately. He opened his mouth and blew soft breaths across them before taking each one separately into his mouth and sucking. She moaned deeper. She reached up and pulled his head closer to her as she arched her back. He let one of her breasts go and moved his hand down her body. Caressing her gently until he came to her hip. His hand moved restlessly over her hip and thigh as she suckled at her breasts. Her legs moved, opening and closing, begging for his hand.

"Tell me. What can I do to give you ultimate pleasure?"

She whimpered.

"No baby. You have to tell me what you want."

Her mouth moved but her voice wouldn't work.

He moved his hand and rested it over her pussy. His fingers curved so that his middle finger lay along the split of her pussy lips. He moved his hand back and forth, pressing into her softly. 

"Is this what you want? My finger sliding deep into your wet pussy. Or would you like me to do this."

He stopped sucking at her breasts and slowly kissed a trail down her abdomen until he came to the soft hairs at the top of her thighs. He scooted down and spread her legs more before sliding his tongue up along the split. He thought her heard her growl as he dipped his tongue quickly between her lips and tasted her. It costs him much but he looked up at her.

"Now tell me."

"I want.." she stuttered. He put his hand back and pushed his finger insider her, removing it quickly.

"I-I-I want your tongue there."

"Where?" He leaned over and licked her navel then looked at her. She shook her head. He leaned down and licked her hip. She moaned. He reached between her thighs and spread her lips. Looking into her eyes, he leaned down and gave her one long, slow lick from her anus to her clit.

"Oh yes right there!"

He laughed and continued to lick and nibble at her pussy. He slid his tongue deep inside her and wiggled it around. He licked her up and down before taking her clit between his lips as he slid a finger inside of her soaking wet pussy. He stroked her with his tongue and finger until she began to shake. She pulled his head closer to her, digging her nails into his scalp. Her scream of release pierced the air as her cum poured into his mouth. 

He lay with his head on her stomach, caressing her as she calmed down. He looked up when she started playing with his hair. He returned the grin on her face. She pushed him away and got out of bed.

"Where are you going? I'm not done."

"Oh well I'm hungry." She walked over and picked up the bag with the bagels and pulled out some cream cheese. She walked back over and stood between his legs where he sat on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"And what do you plan on doing with that lady?"

She just giggled and slid to the floor on her knees. She unzipped his pants and opened the small container of cream cheese. His dick was still semi-hard. She pulled his dick out and pushed his pants open. She dipped her finger into the cream cheese, scooped some out and spread it over the head of his dick. She repeated the same moves until she had his dick fully covered. She placed the container on the floor. She scooted back a little and leaned in toward his dick. She licked first at the creamy concoction on his balls before making steady strokes upward to the head of his dick. She licked him until all was left was the head covered in creamy white. She grinned.

"Now baby let's replace this cream cheese with your cream."

His dick was so hard it hurt and the ecstasy of feeling her wrap her lips around his dick was almost too much. He had to restrain himself from pushing his dick down her throat. She worked the head of his dick with her tongue and lips, rhythmically removing every trace of the cream cheese. She tasted his precum and knew it would not belong before he gave her the prize she wanted. She took the head in again and slowly sucked her way down until the whole shaft was buried in her mouth. He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked upward fucking her mouth. His fingers clung tighter and she knew it would not be long before he came. She began to tickle his balls.

"Oh shit." 

She felt him explode as he jerked up. He spilled his seed into her mouth. Her head stilled as she massaged his hands to get her hair free. He released her and she turned and spit his cum into the towel she had used after her shower. She climbed up and pushed him back as she straddled his hips. She stared into his eyes as she began to stoke him to hardness again. Before he became complete hard, she lifted up and took him inside her pussy. He grabbed her around her hips and flipped her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to pump fiercely into her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and back as she hit her orgasm.

"Oh don't think you're done," he whispered into her ear. "Turn over and show me that ass."

They untangled and she turned onto her stomach. He stood on the side of the bed as she came up on all fours. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back as he slid his dick into her pussy hard. He rammed into her fast and hard. She began to shake and he reached under to play with her clit. He slowed his pace as he heard her scream into the mattress. As her scream became small whimpers, he increased the momentum. Seconds later, she was shaking and screaming again. He rubbed her back but kept stroking her.

"You are so beautiful when you cum."

Tiredly, she turned to look at him and squeezed her pussy around his dick. She smiled to herself as she saw him close his eyes. She knew he was close or he wouldn't be moving so slow. She began to move on him, squeezing his dick as she moved back against his dick. She increased the tempo when she felt him clinching his hands tighter at her hips. He began to push into her wildly before he jerked and came inside her. He fell onto her back, still pumping into her until he had released all his cum. He rolled onto his side and pulled her against him.

"If that was breakfast, I'm going to have to go do some more shopping for lunch and dinner. You used all the cream cheese."

They both laughed and lay there cuddling. 



Breakfast



I can't really complain...I mean the city provides this shuttle for free to take employees of the business park there from the metro in the morning. The ride is only 15 minutes from start to finish.

I am upset because the shuttle is always so crowded, and I always have to stand. For the last week I've had to stand, squeezed between people that I don't know, who wear too much of everything, and not enough of the important things.

As the shuttle pulls up to the station, I hold my ground at the front of the line. I'm sitting this trip. But, I was raised right, so when the old ladies that work at the library, get on the shuttle, I give up my seat and go all the way to the back. I will never understand why the shuttle company sends the smaller bus for the most commuters and the larger one for 2-3 of them. Which is exactly why that isn't my job, huh?

I swear he has got to be one of the finest men that I have ever worked with. We have worked together a couple of times over the last year, strictly business though, although the chemistry and attraction is evident at our meetings.

He smiles as I approach him and offers his seat. He is on the right side of the shuttle and there are only single seats along that side of the bus. I sit and think to myself how this small act has made my day.

OK-so all of the seats are gone now and people are standing from back here, all the way up front to the driver. You would think that the driver would pull off. But no! Let's just put some more on.

There is no place for Donald, my colleague, to go. He is standing sideways and clearly uncomfortable. I laugh as the driver lets yet another person on. Donald is right in front of me now. Although I am glad that I am not staring at his ass in my face, I ponder whether I would mind his dick that close to it.

Two more people get on and all of Donald's options are gone. He has to turn and face me. He is extremely uncomfortable and I am silently enjoying that. He is such a gentleman. Finally the driver pulls off.

As I notice where the shuttle has reached, I silently pray that the driver slows down. There is a major dip in the road ahead and at this speed everyone standing will be jolted. I brace, although I'm safe in my seat, or at least, so I thought. BOOM! The bottom of the bus slams down and scrapes the road. Just as predicted, everyone standing was bounced. Donald-right into my face. His groin area all up on my nose. He is apologizing profusely and I am amused at his embarrassment. It is really awkward for a minute or two-I can tell that he is struggling with something. I look up at him and dare him to apologize again-he give a small smile and says that this time he is asking my forgiveness for his thoughts. My eyes drop and sure enough, there is something balled up in the front of his pants. My girl sends electric bolts up my back, to my scalp, down my legs and my body responds with a wave of wetness to cool her off.

It isn't until I see him trying to shift that I realize that I have been staring at his monster and by now he is nice and thick. I lick my lips and look at his face again. He's still fidgeting and I tell him to be still or people will start to look at him, and I know he doesn't want that.

First Stop-Three to go. My devilish horns pop up! Under any other circumstance, you would adjust it wouldn't you, I ask him. He looks shocked! I move my hand towards it and ask at the same time where he wants it to go, front or back, up or down. His eyes soften and he just laughs nervously. Oh, I am dead serious, but he thinks that I am playing.

Second Stop-My hand is on it. His body shivers and he looks around. I tell him that no one can see him but me. I unzip his pants halfway down and use my pointer finger to unbend his monster. I look at him and say that I don't want him to be uncomfortable. He has lost his ability to speak, so I assume that I am reading his signs. I am stroking the tip of him with my finger, rubbing the width of the head. His legs start to move in rhythm with my strokes. I remind him to stay still.

Third Stop-Just one to Go! I pull the head to the opening of his boxers and his pants. I realize that the majority of these people will get off at the next stop, which is also mine. So there is no point in prolonging what I have started. My other hand has already moved into my skirt and I am playing with my clit. However, the sight of his head sticking out causes me to need more. My punany is hot on my fingers and my juices are just flowing out. He looks as if he wants to touch me, so I put my fingers to his lips. He snatches them into his mouth and his tongue on my fingers is amazing. That tongue is a pro! But so is my mouth and this is my showcasing of skills.

I blow on him and he arches his back. I kiss it and he sighs. Can I do it, I wonder and assure myself at the same time that I can. I lick it and he stretches his fingers out-he wants to grab my head, but if he does, than the driver and anyone who turns around will be able to see him. My mouth is wet and I suck his head. Using my tongue to play in the opening. The bus pulls to my stop and people start gathering their things. I deep throat...3 of these and he is done. My mouth fills with his sweetness and I return his dick to his pants, grab my briefcase and rise up so that he can sit, before he falls...

I tease as I walk away, that since I covered breakfast, lunch should be ON him! I'm smiling and wishing everyone a good day as I exit the shuttle. When I step off the bus, I look at him in the window. He mouths a thank you and I wink back.

Shit-This is starting off as a wonderful day! 



Breakfast after a Threesome



"SHIT!" I awoke to hear the pained cry, accompanied by a loud *CLANG!*

'Claire must be cooking,' I thought, groggily. I rose off the bed, careful not to stir it too much in case the movement woke up Claire's boyfriend, James. Deciding not to bother with getting dressed, I wandered into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth out at the sink, and strolled into the kitchen.

Claire was standing in her scanties before the oven, sucking a fingertip and scowling at the machine as if it had bitten her. She seized the tray from the oven and slammed it onto the stove-top. I glanced at the objects on the tray: twice-baked potatoes, their insides golden with cheese and dotted with bits of crispy red bacon. As she finished moving them onto a plate with a spatula, she glanced up and caught sight of me.

"Oh, hey, you're up," she said, flushing and attempting a smile that turned out fairly nervous and awkward-looking. Her expression turned anxious as she added, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

I snickered. "Of course you did, I reckon there are deaf people on the moon who heard you."

She moaned, slamming her palm into her forehead. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so loud, it just startled me."

I rolled my eyes. "What happened?"

She snorted. "Burnt my finger on the tray, like an idiot."

"Awww," I said, and with a sudden inspiration, I came over to her, took her hand, and kissed the small, red burn mark. Pulling the tip of her finger into my mouth, I started sucking it.

"I-I was just about to make coffee," she stuttered, blushing hard. I chuckled and let her go.

"Coffee sounds *excellent* right now." Taking a seat at the table, I watched her movements about the kitchen as she filled the kettle and plugged it in to brew.

"Oh, and the food's ready, if you're hungry," she said, gesturing to the plate of potatoes. "They're probably still molten inside, but if you cut one in half and give it a minute it should cool down enough to eat."

"Thanks," I replied, accepting one and taking her advice. Steam rose from the white and yellow flesh of the potato. She'd been smart in her cooking choice: after the night she, James, and I had enjoyed a plate of carbohydrates would do us all good.

"Is James up too, then?" she asked.

"Nah, I think he's still asleep. We kinda wore him out," I answered, chuckling. She laughed too, blushing to the roots of her hair.

Bored, waiting for the potato to cool, I stood and went over to the fridge. I pawed through leftovers in Tupperware containers and bottles of soda until, catching a glimpse of bright color, I opened the vegetable drawer. Inside sat a box of plump, ripe, red strawberries.

"Help yourself," Claire said from behind me, noticing my interest.

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, nodding. "Have to use them at some point. Just save a few for James, or you'll be in real trouble."

Chuckling -as if James would risk his girlfriend's wrath by doing anything to potentially chase me, her girlfriend, away- I pulled the box out, opened it up, and inhaled the refreshing, sweet fragrance wafting off the little red fruits. Suddenly, an idea struck me and I couldn't suppress a smirk. I pulled out a small handful, bit off the leafy ends, and threw them in the bin.

Claire was still standing by the coffee pot, arranging the sugar and creamer around it. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, gently pulling her close against me. She looked up, surprised at the sudden contact, but gave a blushing smile nonetheless, and leaned back into the embrace. I chose a strawberry, raised my hand and pressed it against her lips.

"Open wiiiide," I sang, the way one would when feeding a baby.

"If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that..." she giggled and opened her mouth. I pushed the small fruit inside, my fingertips brushing against her lips. I felt her teeth sink into it and I let it go, selecting another one.

I placed this strawberry between my own teeth, then caressed her face to get her attention. She twisted her head around to look at me, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening. I leaned in a little closer, and was thrilled to see that she did too. I closed my eyes and felt her soft, warm lips press against mine. She was about to take the strawberry in her teeth when I sucked the whole thing into my mouth. She tried to pull away, not understanding what I was doing, but I raised a hand and held her face where it was, her lips still on mine. I parted them, and she followed suit; I could taste her hot, sweet breath. Slowly, I inched my tongue, with the strawberry still resting upon it, forward into her mouth. I couldn't help but give a soft groan as her tongue ran along mine, gathering up the sweet delicacy I offered. The kiss parted as she bit down and began to chew. Before swallowing it, however, she put her lips back to mine and parted them, inviting my tongue back within. I obliged, tasting the sweet bits of berry and juice left inside. I swallowed, broke away, smiled at her and reached for another strawberry.

This time, I moved my hand down and stroked the wet end of the strawberry up and down her hip. She gasped, surprised by the cold, wet contact. I ran it along her stomach as well, lightly coating the lower half of her torso in the pink, sticky juice. I smirked, squeezing the berry so as to extract more juice, moved it up and ran it along the small space in between her breasts. I clucked my tongue, fingering the little clasp that held together the center gore of her bra.

"Tut tut, you got dressed again, you naughty girl," I teased, using that tone of voice adoring parents usually reserved for toddlers who'd just made a mess.

"Hey!" she cried, startled as I hooked a finger around the clasp. I ignored her; if she really wanted to stop me or get away from me, she could have easily fought me off. I tugged, and the clasp popped open, exposing her full, luxurious breasts.

"Mmm, that's better," I said. I was really beginning to feel aroused now. The kiss-feeding had started the snowball rolling, and this was certainly helping to speed it on its path. She moaned softly as I ran the strawberry in a small circle around one of her nipples, painting her tit in a thin layer of the sweet, pink fruit juice. I moved it up and dragged it along her neck and shoulders, then back down to her waist.

"Mal..." she whined. I slowly rubbed the fruit back and forth along her inner thighs, coating them in juice. I moved back up and popped the strawberry into her mouth.

"Did that feel nice?" I asked, softly.

"Yes, Mistress," she replied, staring at the ground, too embarrassed to meet my gaze.

"Good girl," I said, smiling and patting her head affectionately. "Aw, but look: what a sticky mess I've made of you. I suppose I'll have to clean you up, now."

"Yes please, Mistress," she squeaked, her voice trembling lightly.

I smirked, turned her in my arms and began to lick along her neck. She moaned quietly, reached up and stroked my hair. My tongue caressed the soft skin of her throat and shoulders, moving slowly downwards towards her breasts. I pinched one of her nipples playfully as I sucked the other clean of the sweet, sticky residue. She whimpered in pleasure, her fingers tangling in my hair. I shifted down, my tongue massaging along her stomach and around her waist, gathering every drop of sweetness up. I licked along the silken skin of her inner thigh, exciting another quiet moan. I slowly tugged her underpants down her shapely legs to her ankles. She hesitated, but nonetheless stepped out of them obediently, without needing instruction.

Now she stood completely bare. I stepped back and took her in: she was damn near the sexiest young woman I'd ever seen. I reached out a hand and twirled a strand of her hair around a finger, savoring the way the locks slid along my skin. I trailed one fingertip down her throat to her breasts.

She suddenly grabbed my hand. Her grip was gentle but firm.

"Don't," she pleaded, in a quiet, almost secretive whisper, "There are other places I want to be touched. Here..."

She moved my hand to her waist, placing it on the spot where the bowl of her wide, well-rounded hips dipped down to meet her legs.

"And here..."

She took my other hand and cupped it around her smooth, apple-cheeked face. I caressed the side of her cheek, traced the outline of her jaw and brows. I brushed my fingers along her lips as though painting them, feeling their smooth warmth. She leaned into both my hands, a soft smile lifting the corners of her lips as she savored the contact. I guided her closer against me and brought my face nearer down to hers. Our eyes closed simultaneously, for we were so close together now that we needed no sight to find the other's lips.

Her mouth was soft and hot against my own, and she returned the kiss fervently, matching my pressure and every movement. She moaned into my mouth as I rolled my tongue along her lips, tasting them. I felt one of her hands come up and stroke my breast, toying with my nipple. She poked her tongue in twice, delicately, caressing my own with her slow, precise touches. I put my hands to her waist and pulled her gently against me, even as she grasped my shoulders, bringing me closer. 

One of her hands slid low and I felt one small, warm fingertip stroke against my clit. I moaned and pulled her against me more forcefully, wanting to be closer. Our tongues were beginning to ravel now, no longer touching with gentle caresses but entwining together, as though trying to mold the two into one. Her hand moved forward and I felt her rubbing gently along the lips of my sex. I gasped as the contact sent a small lightning bolt coursing through my abdomen and pressed still closer to her.

"Is that what you want?" I asked, breaking my lips away, our breathing ragged. "To finger-fuck your mistress?"

"Y-yes," she stuttered, gasping for breath.

I moaned as that one simple word sent through me another spasm of pleasure. I gestured for her to get up on the counter and then climbed up beside her. I put my hands to her shoulders and pressed her down gently. She lay flat on her back, staring up at me as I put my hands to her inner legs and spread them wide. I noted with delight that her sex was swollen and dark; she was enjoying this. I climbed over her, straddling her around the waist. She brought her hand back down to my groin and continued caressing me. I felt one finger poke up inside me, stroking along my walls. I gasped, and ground myself down against her, as if there was some way we could be closer together.

"Please, Mistress," she whispered, her voice husky with lust. "Please pleasure me."

With a moan of longing, I prostrated myself across her, our breasts pressing flat against one another, and kissed her once more. I reached a hand down and penetrated her with my finger, feeling how moist and swollen the lips of her pussy were. She cried out, her hips bucking upwards, slamming against mine. Our tongues were so tied together that I could hardly tell where one began and the other ended. Her fingers tenderly reached up into me, climbing higher and I writhed, feeling the beginning of the climax. Our hips were grinding together with such force that we were both gasping, and had to part our kisses simply to breathe. There was not a part of me that didn't ache for the soothe of her touch. We pressed against one another as hard as though we were trying to mold ourselves into one. I could feel the steady, rising pressure building up, faster and faster as the passion of our mutual pleasuring grew with each passing second.

"I'm going to cum," I heard her whimper. "Oh... Oh!"

"Claire," I moaned.

It began: beautiful and terrible. Pleasure so powerful that my body screamed for its end, yet at the same time yearned for it to continue.

"Mistress!" Her cry was almost a scream. "Mal..." Her voice broke and she gasped. I felt her hips shudder, moisture suddenly gushing down my arm, down along the fingers I still held inside her. With a cry, I too crossed the threshold into brilliant joy. Heat shot through my abdomen and I felt my cum burst forth, covering her.

We lay together, gasping for breath, both of us exhausted but satisfied. I kissed her, rubbing one of her breasts.

Then a slow, rhythmic clapping greeted our ears. We both looked up, startled, to see James, naked and sporting a regular rail-spike, applauding our little "display."



Breakfast And A Lunchtime Taster



This was written for Lisa but thought maybe others would enjoy reading it. I don't like splitting up my stories so it's fairly long. Hopefully when you've read it you will take the time to give it a vote so I at least get an inkling as to whether or not I'm hitting the right note with the readers.

Breakfast and a lunchtime taster

It was the third time this month that my car had let me down, but I still didn't have the heart to part with it. It was an old navy blue Aston Martin and I had spent a lot of time and money restoring it. Proud in the fact that I had done much of the restoration work myself, so it was like there was a little part of me invested in the car and it was not easy to find the will power to simply dispose of it. 

I really hated coming in by underground, it was crowded, dirty and smelly, it also seemed that I was always late when I used the underground and today was no exception. I had not had any breakfast and having looked at the missed calls list on my mobile once outside the station, I knew that once in the office, even if I took something in, I wouldn't get a chance to eat it as I would constantly be on the phone until at least lunch time. 

I quickly crossed the busy main road to the large Prett Manger store on the corner of Aldgate and Minories, determined to have something to eat and promising myself not to answer the mobile until I had finished, and just to make sure that I kept the promise I had just made to my self I switched the damn thing off. I was now in the large store and quickly got into one of the five check out queues evenly spaced across the long gleaming stainless steel serving counter, behind which was an array of sparkling clean grills, microwaves and working surfaces at which the staff in their white aprons and stripy green and white caps were busy preparing the food orders.

"Yes sir what can I get you this morning?" The slim young, pretty and freckly blonde asked me, a cute smile, making her luscious lipstick red lips curl while she eyed me up and down with her bright blue eyes.

I knew women found me fairly attractive. I was 29, with dark short slightly curly hair, sculptured Roman looks, blue eyes and a muscular but slim 6'2" frame and most women that came across me seemed to show interest.

I looked at her name badge, "Good morning Kay, I'll have a cheese, ham and tomato toasted sandwich and a large black filter coffee, thanks."

"Will that be to eat in or take out sir?" She asked.

"Eat in please Kay."

"Thank you sir, I'll just get your order." With that she was off, leaving me standing in the queue to await her return.

Standing there I looked across at the other queues allowing my eyes to wonder along the long lines of breakfast seekers finally coming to rest at the one nearest to me. My eyes roamed the long queue starting at the end and working up to the front. I was pleasantly surprised when I took in the sight of the woman at the head of the queue. It's difficult to put my finger on exactly what it was about her that drew my attention. She was attractive, but not in a beauty queen way, there seemed to be this sexual aura about her that grabbed my attention. I examined her in more detail. She had long red wavy hair and a beautiful pair of sparkly emerald green eyes, she wore very little make up, her lips were well formed, thick with a light pout, and she had a nicely sculptured nose with a small turn up at the end. She was wearing a black skirt, slightly shorter than one might expect to see on a woman of her age, which at a guess would put her in the 37 to 39 bracket. Her long legs were superbly formed, not like those on the stick like models you see in most adverts, posters and women's magazines, but strong looking and almost muscular. I could see that she had no stockings or tights but her legs were smooth and had a nice light bronzed suntanned colour, the short skirt suited her well. 

With the skirt she wore a white silky blouse, a few of the top buttons were undone to show off a deep cleavage and although it was warm inside the store her nipples, the darkness of which showed against the contrast of her white bra and blouse, were still hard from the mornings fresh chilly spring air, and pushed against the thin bra like twin mountain peaks. Her bra was a lacy affair whose front I could just make out through the silk blouse; I would say she was a 34DD or 36DD. On top of the blouse she had a light green well cut business jacket that set of the greenness in her eyes. She was about 5'7" but with her black high heel stilettos she stood at about 5'10" and was probably a size 12 but possibly 14, 36-24-35. All in all she looked good but it was the sexual chemical charge that she appeared to radiate that captured and held my attention. Our eyes suddenly met, only briefly, but long enough for her to drop her eyes and bow her head. This was all I needed, I was experienced enough to appreciate that she had a fairly submissive disposition, to what extend I needed to find out.

"Will that be for eat in or out M'am?"

She suddenly looked back up at the young man serving her, "Eat out please, thank you." She spoke softly and politely.

I had never before considered picking up a woman in any place other than a club, bar, restaurant or party. I normally preferred the intimacy and anonymity of such places but her sexual chemistry was such that I wanted, no, I needed to at least get to know her a bit more.

Looking at the young mans name tag I intervened, "That will be for eating in Carl." I told him.

Carl looked up at the woman at the head of his queue, a questioning look on his face waiting for her to say something. There was no reply.

"Okay so that's one chocolate croissant and a cappuccino to EAT IN." Carl said, emphasising the eat in as if double checking with her whether the order was for in or out and on receiving confirmation by a nod went off to fetch the order.

Kay was back with my order and I quickly paid her. Taking my tray, from the immaculately clean shinny steel serving counter, I moved to the queue next to mine.

"Hi my names Peter let me get this for you. I hate having breakfast on my on, don't you? Come and sit with me." She looked up at me and smiled coyly but didn't say a word.

Carl came back with her order and I paid him with the change I had just received from his colleague and still held in my hand. I quickly picked up her tray to make sure she would follow me and made my way to the very end corner of the small counter like bar and chairs set against the large window overlooking the road. I placed her tray at the end so that no one else could sit to her left and sat myself on her right hemming her in. She sat next to me, her skirt riding up further to reveal more of her beautiful smooth legs.

"So what is your name?"

"Lisa, and sorry but did you say your names Peter?" She asked shyly and meekly.

"Yes Lisa that's my name. So do you work near here? I don't remember seeing you before and I'm sure I would remember, especially a beautiful redhead like you with such an amazingly curvaceous body."

She blushed. "I've just started working again; this is actually my first day. I am working for TMG Insurance as a secretary."

"Do you know that if I were your partner I wouldn't allow you to go to work, I think I'd rather starve but have you waiting for me at home all rested for some late evening fun after a couple of glasses of a nice red." I told her watching her blush some more and let out what can only describe as a teenage girly giggle.

"That sounds very nice, I haven't done that for a while but then again I don't have anyone to do that with anymore." 

It seemed that what she had innocently and voluntarily revealed was an open invitation for me to take the conversation to the next level.

"That to me Lisa is a sheer waste, a body like yours needs to be constantly used and enjoyed. It seems that it's a fortunate coincidence that we have met and we should take full advantage of the fact. We shall meet at lunch time at the park opposite the Tower and I would like you to come to me without any panties or bra. Would showing me your body please you?" I was very direct probably more so than usual but I needed to get to the office and there was no reason to waste time if she wasn't interested.

I looked at her face to see her reaction; there was no shock or disgust there, it was more a puzzled look as if she were pondering whether or not she had heard me correctly and what, if anything, she should now say. She finally looked up at me and then lowered her eyes while she slowly nodded.

Her reaction was better than I had hoped and was a good measure as to just how submissive she was and I knew I needed to press home my domination of her. "No Lisa, I want you to tell me in words what you have just agreed to and from now whenever we are alone or until I tell you otherwise you will address me as Sir."

She seemed lost for a minute; I could tell she was processing all of what she had been told in preparation of a reply. Perhaps she was fighting the two personalities within herself, the one that simply wanted to tell me to get lost and the one that wanted to simply submit. It fortunately turned out for me that the latter won the battle of will, or lack of, depending on how one perceives these matters.

"I will meet you at the park opposite the Tower at lunch time….eehh…. and will not be wearing my ah….panties or bra…. Sir. Is one o'clock the time you had in mind Sir?"

"Yes Lisa." I put my hand on her leg and stroked it until my hand moved under her skirt and came to rest just below her thin silky panty line. Her flesh was warm, soft and smooth, I could even detect the warmth of her pussy but it was not yet time to go any further. 

We made small talk while we ate breakfast and she informed me that she had been in a long term relationship but about thirteen months ago the man in question had left and was back in the States and she didn't want to go there permanently so the whole thing had ended leaving her distraught for a long time and she hadn't been in any form of relationship since. The thought of all those pent up juices made my mouth water.

I finished my breakfast and got up to go.

"Don't be late." I told her as I moved towards the exit.

"Yes Sir." She said softly as I moved to the large glass door and opened it to go.

The morning was busy but I didn't mind as I was working the East markets and once they closed it would be pretty quiet and some of the bits and pieces could be handed over to my assistant, Gary. It was ten minutes after one when I made a move. The weather outside had brightened up and the sun was shining, it was fairly warm and I was looking forward to seeing Lisa again. 

It was a short walk and I was soon at the park, which on a nice dry, sunny day like this was crowded with people, mainly young secretaries with their short skirts and flimsy tops displaying a lot of young female flesh as they sat in groups lounging on the grass or on the benches surrounding it. I looked around and spotted Lisa standing alone at the gate nearest to Tower Hill station looking anxious and unsure of her self, as if she were lost. The sun shone on her bright red hair distinguishing her from the crowd. I walked up to her and was just a couple of feet away before she realised I was there.

"Hello Lisa, how are you since our breakfast meeting?"

"Well Sir." I liked her reply, short and to the point, she had obviously been trained well.

"Open up your jacket and let me see you then Lisa, you want to show me your breasts don't you?"

"Ah… yes…yes Sir." 

As she uttered the words softly and quietly she looked around her with her mesmerizing green eyes as if checking that no one was watching. Once she felt comfortable in her surroundings Lisa proceeded to undo her jacket. My eyes gazed down to her bosom, the blouse seemed to cling to her breasts like a second skin and the silky material was almost transparent in the bright sunlight. Her breasts can only be described as awesome, they sagged slightly but far less than one would expect considering size and age and the dark brown areola were each the size of a coffee saucer but the most surprising and delightful thing about them was the size and length of the nipples. These were the colour of dark cherries and were easily an inch and three quarters long and fairly fat as they stood out noticeably hard and erect a clear sign that she was already aroused. Exposing herself like this to someone she had only just met in the middle of a very public and open place was definitely something she found sexually exhilarating.

"Very nice Lisa, do you like your nipples being sucked hard and pinched, would you like me to do that to them now?"

She looked up at me her eyes sparkling, a look of wantonness etched on her pretty face as she nodded. Ordinarily I would have insisted she put into words what the nod implied but I decided that perhaps that reprimand could wait. I moved closer to her, engulfing her in my embrace as one of my hands found its way in between our bodies and found one of her rock hard erect nipple which I rolled between finger and thumb before squeezing it hard. She let out a sigh of contentment and I moved my hand to the other nipple and treated it in much the same way. 

Lisa nuzzled her head on my neck her soft long red tresses like a mane while I alternated between her nipples, slowly managing to undo a button and allow my hand to slip inside her blouse to feel her soft warm bare flesh. Her warm breasts felt good, soft pliable yet firm, I massaged each in turn then begun to toy with her huge nipples which were blatantly highly erogenous for her, judging by her breathing and how the longer I toyed with them the more laboured it became. It was evident that if I continued she would climax, something which I wanted to delay until I could use my cock, which, by now was steel hard and uncomfortable as it pushed against my boxers and trousers and against her warm inviting body,. My cock was eager to be released so it could stand out rigid and proud.

I moved a hand back up to her face and guide it round until I could feel her sweet breath on my face. Our lips met and I gave her a small peck, then another more forceful and soon we were kissing deeply, my tongue ravishing her mouth until she responded by sucking on my tongue and drawing it deeper into her oral palace. Our kisses were long and sweet as I continued the manipulation of her nipples now both hands inside her blouse. I finally pulled my mouth away.

"Do you like me playing with your nipples Lisa; is it making your pussy wet and ready, would you like me to take them out and suck them for you here and now?"

"Oh god yes Sir, but we can't, not here."

"Perhaps not today Lisa, but don't tell me again what I can't do. Now come and sit down here on the grass and let me see that you have followed the rest of my instructions."

I moved away from her, Lisa's blouse was gapping and almost completely open and I saw a couple of guys walking towards us ogling her and whispering to each other, no doubt exchanging fantasies based on what they would like to do with those fantastic tits. Lisa noticed the two guys looking at her and moved to do her blouse up.

"No Lisa, I want people to see what beautiful breasts you have and what a shameless slut you are, you are my slut for my use are you not?"

My words stopped her immediately.

"Yes Sir, if it pleases you." 

Her words were simple but implied so much. It was plainly obvious that she was highly submissive and who ever had trained her knew exactly what they had been doing.

We sat in a corner of the park on a small patch of grass facing the road but obscured from it by some bushes and flowers in a narrow bed. Between us and the bushes there was a strip of grass followed by a narrow path, on the strip of grass was located an old wooden bench on which sat two girls, presumably secretaries, who looked to still be teenagers, and a young man sat in between them, in his early twenties. 

The bench sitters sat there eating their sandwich lunch. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that all three had stopped eating as we approached to take a good long look at Lisa, whose breasts were barely contained in the thin silk blouse she now barely wore, immediately after the sight the three heads almost collided in an excited haste to huddle together and tell each other exactly what they had just seen. The thought of the three youngsters now closely watching our every move made the situation all the more interesting and made me wonder just how far Lisa would be prepared to go in broad daylight with three unknown pairs of eyes gawking at her.

I made sure we sat so that my back was to the three voyeurs but at such an angle that if they situated themselves correctly they would easily be able to see Lisa and what she was doing for my pleasure. Lisa sat opposite me a look of excitement plastered across her face. I have to admit that I also felt eager and could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins making my cock throb and release copious amounts of pre-cum. It wasn't everyday you came across a submissive who also had such an exceptionally high exhibitionist streak. 

As we sat down her skirt rode up a little higher exposing more of her nicely formed legs, now seeing them close up it was clear that they had been waxed recently and looked silky smooth. I moved my hand to one and rubbed it gently, starting at the top just under her skirt hem, now only a couple of inches below her pussy, moving slowly downwards to her ankle. Her naked flesh felt warm and inviting.

"You have a nice pair of legs Lisa, very nice and smooth; do you shave them or wax them?"

"I always wax them Sir, I hope it pleases you."

"Yes Lisa, it pleases me. Now show me yourself, I want to see your sex. Pull your skirt back and lift your legs and then open your legs wide apart, but do it slowly, I want to savour the moment as I am sure does your audience."

Her head was bowed and when she lifted it she was blushing but managed to look past me at the three people on the bench. From where I sat I couldn't see what they were doing but as Lisa's blush had deepened I was pretty sure their eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of them and I was in no doubt that what they were about to witness would be something they would recall and talk about for many a lunchtime to come.

Lisa slowly and seductively drew her knees up towards her beautiful breasts, the nipples of which were still very visibly hard and erect as if in testimony to her sexual arousal if one was needed. Her blouse was still partly open and one of her large long nipples was clearly in sight as it pressed against the thin silky material, it looked so precarious that any sudden movement would have undoubtedly dislodged it enabling it to come out in full view of myself, the bench audience and any passer by who happened to glance our way. 

I watched her in silence, thrilled at the sight of her short skirt seductively sliding inch by delicious inch down her long silky smooth legs to lie scrunched up in her lap until it had completely exposed her legs to reveal her strong womanly calves. They looked exceptionally smooth with no sign of any dimples women her age normally had. Lisa, I was sure looked after her self well and it showed, she had a body many girls far younger would have envied. My eyes were fixated on her lower body and I watched in continued silence as she begun moving her knees apart, her sensual seductive movements heightened my desire for her as she continued to expose herself to me. 

At last her knees were sufficiently parted and I caught my first glimpse of her sex, the light pink lips of her pussy contrasted with the pale colour of her inner thighs and as she spread her legs further still I saw the very short trimmed pubic hair that lay above it like a tiny fiery crown. Her legs were now wide apart and I could see her sex for the first time in its full glory. The inner labia were puffy and extended and I could just make out the tiny tear shaped beads of her sex juices which lay scattered on her pinkish flesh like specks of white gold making my mouth water. The heady smell of her sex wafted up and filled my nostrils, it acted as a highly potent aphrodisiac fuelling my desire for her. I wanted to taste her there and then but managed to exert some semblance of self control. 




Breakfast And A Lunchtime Taster



"Lisa are you excited, is your pussy nicely wet?"

"Oh yes Sir, I'm very excited and very wet."

I loved the way she spoke, so matter of fact; politely and the sound of her voice, soft with a sexy sultry tone as if stroking me lightly with a velvet glove. I needed her to do more for me and I also wanted to test her to see just how far she was prepared to go here and now.

"Touch yourself and show me your clit." I ordered her.

She looked up at me hesitantly as if checking my face to see any sign of weakness or uncertainty which she could exploit and use against me but saw none.

Her hand moved slowly down to her sex, using her thumb and finger Lisa spread the top of her pussy open, her head bowed as if she was also looking, something which was not possible the skirt in her lap obscuring any sight of her own sex from her view. I was delighted to see that her clit, which was fairly long, had discarded its skin hood and stood up proudly like the tiny tip of her little finger.

"Rub your clit for me Lisa; I want you to get wetter for me." 

This time she didn't look up or hesitate, she managed to use her long delicate middle finger to rub her clit. After a while her breathing was becoming erratic and more laboured and tiny whimper like moans escaped her lips, while her finger frantically rubbed her clit bringing her ever closer to a climax.

"You are not to cum under any circumstances until I tell you that you may. Is that clear Lisa?"

"Yes Sir." She half moaned half spoke the words while her finger slowed down to almost a stop.

I watched her, amazed at her obedience, self control and willingness to please me. I was tempted to ask her to cum for me but restrained my self, preferring to wait until my cock was buried deep inside her body. I was at this stage very physically uncomfortable my cock was rigid and my boxers were damp with my own pre-cum, I also knew that I needed to get back to the office and finish up what needed doing. I was reluctant to go but knew that I must.

"Lisa I am going now, but before I do I want you to push your finger inside your pussy and then lick your juices of it and if you think it tastes good and I would enjoy tasting you then let me have a sample."

She looked up at me briefly, her eyes avoiding contact as if knowing what she was about to say was unacceptable.

"Must you go Sir; I would like it so much if you stayed with me."

"You were doing excellently so far Lisa but you have now spoilt it and I will need to punish you for questioning me. Now do as I ask."

She bowed her head immediately and I looked down in between her legs and watched as her long slender finger entered her opening and her subtle pussy flesh yielded like the petals of a rose allowing her finger to quickly sink inside her until it disappeared all the way deep inside her sex. It was only inside her briefly and when she pulled it out I could see that it was gleaming and completely saturated, in fact it was dripping with her juices. Lisa put the finger to her mouth and her luscious sensual lips parted allowing her long hot tongue to roll out of her mouth and lick it, I found this extremely erotic not that it was the first time I had seen a woman do this, far from it, it was the look of sheer pleasure on her face and the manner in which she did it. The finger finally found its way inside her mouth and she sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing, making my cock twitch at the thought of entering her oral cave and being sucked on as she was now doing to her finger. She obviously enjoyed the taste of her own sexual juices and I wondered if she had ever enjoyed another woman's in this way and made a mental note to introduce her to Samantha who loved being eaten and would either introduce her to some same sex loving or, if she had already sampled that, give her some additional bi experiences.

I now looked down again in between her wide spread legs and watched in mesmerised silence as her finger went back down to her sizzling sex box and disappeared inside it for the second time only to re-emerge even wetter than before but this time she offered it to me. I could smell her sex on the tip of her finger as she offered it to me and the scent stimulated me to the extent that I wanted to just push her back on the grass and bury my head in between her legs and feast on her flesh, but I knew this would happen sooner rather than later and in more comfortable surroundings and was content to wait. I allowed my tongue to snake out and lick her waiting finger; her juices were warm and sweet with a chocolaty vanilla like flavour. She tasted very nice and I opened my mouth engulfing her finger and sucking it dry.

"Very nice Lisa, I think I would like some more of you. Meet me at Aldgate station at six and I will use you tonight."

With that I got up to go. Turning around I saw that our small audience was still there, their eyes fixated on the two of us. It was obvious that Lisa's exhibition had turned all three of them on and I wondered whether the young guy seating in between the two pretty girls was switched on enough to take advantage of the situation. His stiff cock, which was so obvious even from where I stood, told of his excitement and both the young girls sported hard erect nipples, which on a warm afternoon like this could only suggest they were aroused. I smiled at the group, watching as all three blushed and turned back pretending to be speaking to each other. Offering my hand to Lisa, who readily accepted it, I pulled her up and we made our way to the exit. We left the park and parted at the gates at which we had met.

The day seemed to drag on slower than normal, I couldn't wait for it to finish so that I could meet her and take her back to my place. My imagination was playing havoc with work, as images of her naked on my bed, legs spread waiting for my cock to enter her flashed in my head. My cock was still hard and throbbing: the images that kept flashing through my mind kept it that way until it was time to go. 

I decided to keep Lisa waiting for a while just so I could see her reaction, was she as docile and submissive as she made out? At six twenty I left the office and walked slowly to Aldgate, arriving there just after half six. She was stood at a corner of the entrance to the station waiting, I walked up to her and when she eventually saw me her eyes glinted and she gave me a big radiant smile. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and then turned and walked away and she scurried behind me. 

It was an arduous smelly journey as usual but we eventually arrived at my stop and I got off followed by Lisa. We were now standing outside the station and I was feeling hungry, I had sacrificed lunch to see Lisa and likewise she was probably hungry also.


"Would you like to eat something Lisa?"

"Yes please Sir."

"Come on then, there's a nice Italian place near here."

We got to the small family run bistro that I used often, the food was excellent and their wine list, although not extensive, was high quality. It was a small restaurant, probably only 12 tables, with dimmed lights and soft Italian music. Some of the tables were set against the wall on the right of the entrance, instead of chairs these had two sitter couches on either side of the table and were separated from the next table by wooden booth like structures with ornate decorative carvings, adding some extra privacy and intimacy for the patrons that choose them. The tables were nicely arranged with chequered linen table clothes, each with a vase in the centre containing a small selection of seasonal flowers and a small ornate silver candlestick with a green candle. 

As soon as we entered the owner rushed over and greeted us with a welcoming smile.

"Ah Signore Peter, hello nice to see you again, thank you for coming. The usual table for you Signore?"

"Yes please Gino and a bottle of your Cianti Classico Reserve please."

"Yes but of course Signore straight away."

Gino showed us to the table, it was the last one in the row and the bar was to the right making it seem more snug and cosy than the others. I allowed Lisa in first, so that she was sat nearest the wall and proceeded to sit next to her. The wine came quickly and we sipped out of the large bowl red wine glasses as we studied the menu, both eventually opting for the chef's special, Ziti al Forno, and gave our order to Gino.

"Lisa you were very good earlier, you have a very pretty and delicious cunny. I hope you are still very wet and haven't allowed yourself to cum yet."

I looked at Lisa's face as she blushed at the compliment on her sex at the same time giving a wonderful contented smile, showing her pleasure at my comments.

"Thank you Sir, it's kind of you to say that and I'm still very wet down there but haven't touched myself since you left me."

"Good, let me feel you." With that I moved my hand down under the table and she willingly spread her legs for me.

Soon my hand was under her skirt and in between her warm thighs but instead of feeling her bare hot wet sex all I could feel was a damp silky material.

"Lisa why are you wearing knickers, did I give you permission to put them back on?"

She was flustered, "Ah.. .. sorry Sir, I am very sorry I know I should have asked for your permission but I was so wet and my juices were trickling down my thighs, I just didn't realise what I had done until afterwards."

"That's right Lisa; you should have asked for permission, there is no acceptable excuse. I will have to punish you later but for now take them off immediately."

She looked around the restaurant, it was busy for a Thursday, she moved around on her chair surreptitiously in order to mask what she was undertaking until at last she managed to take her knickers completely off . I was pleased with her, she had done what I asked immediately, without hesitation or question and in addition I could see that her breasts were still free of any bra support.

"Give them to me Lisa."

Lisa looked around making sure no one was watching she handed over her knickers all crumbled and damp. I took them in my hand bringing them up to my nose and sniffing her sexual excretions. The musky womanly perfume of her sex excited me and my cock throbbed in appreciation, it was as if I was inhaling the scent of some rare sweet smelling orchid with my sensitive nostrils. I moved my hand under the table cloth and she reacted by spreading her legs wide apart and lowering her body on the couch to give me easier access. I moved my hand to her sex and cupped it in my palm, it felt as though it was on fire and was already well lubricated with her juices enabling my palm to slide easily across her fat bloated pussy lips. I rubbed her quim like this for a while watching her face for signs that she was enjoying my efforts. 

Lisa had her eyes closed and blood was rushing to her face as she bit her bottom lip, it was clear that she was receiving pleasure from my efforts. I now moved my hand so that I was able to slide a finger inside her pussy; I pushed it slowly inside her body feeling her flesh parting as I violated her. Her cunt felt tight as she was seating and this added to my own enthusiasm. Soon I managed to work a second finger inside her pussy and begun rub her long hard and erect clit with my thumb. 

Lisa's breathing became laboured and although she was biting down hard on her lower lip she couldn't help but let out soft little whimper like sounds. I caught a glimpse in the mirror which hang on the wall just above Lisa of the woman at the table nearest us looking over to us a couple of times but my back was to her and the table and table cloth obscured what was happening but there was little doubt she had guessed what was taking place as she whispered to her partner who looked up and over to us with a grin, possibly making a mental note to book our table next time.

"This is your punishment Lisa for wearing knickers without permission, I shall continue to frig you until Gino comes with our dinner but you will not cum. Is that clear?"

"Mmmhh…yesss..Sir." She murmured pushing herself against the intruders. 

I had three of my fingers buried to the knuckle inside her well lubricated sex, it was a tight squeeze and her pussy was stretched to what felt as the limit but of course this wasn't the case. I enjoyed the feel of her wetness and the exposed tender labia against my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her yielding flesh. I could almost taste her sex juices in my mouth as I visualized her exposed pretty cunt which she had allowed me to view in the park earlier and recalled the tangy chocolaty vanilla taste of her pussy which she had fed me using her own long delicate finger. My cock was hard and throbbing and I was half minded to drag her away from the table and to the Men's so she could relieve me with her mouth, something I had done on previous occasions in this very restaurant but decided instead to wait until we got home for a more leisurely session with her. 

I saw Gino making his way towards us with the serving trolley. I withdrew my fingers from her soaking pussy and moved away from her, slipping her white silk knickers, which I still held in my other hand, into my pocket and the fingers I had been using to fuck her with inside my mouth. The taste of her in my mouth made my cock lurch forward as if nodding in appreciation and approval. As Gino begun serving the food and then proceeded to open the second bottle of wine, Lisa sat quietly like a statue as if worrying that one look at her would betray all that had just taken place to Gino.

We ate and made small talk; she was originally from a small village just outside Bournemouth, her father, who was now retired and had been for sometime, had been a highly successful City lawyer while her mother had always been involved with voluntary work, the WI and things of that ilk. She still went down to see her parents regularly being an only child but also because she kept her horse there and loved riding. Her previous master wanted her to go with him but was unable to give her what she needed; he was much older than her and although it had affected her pretty badly she now thought she had done the right thing. I was pleased that she was relaxed enough with me to be able to tell me all about herself without any reservations. We finished the second bottle of wine and had desert followed by coffee and I paid the bill.

We walked out of the restaurant into a warm evening with a clear starlit sky. My house was only a ten minute walk and I walked briskly towards it while she was near enough having to jog to keep up. We finally arrived and I opened the door, moving aside to let her enter.

I had a fairly large double fronted detached house, I had bought it partly as an investment and partly because I loved the space. It had taken me a long time to renovate and decorate it just the way I wanted. The hall had wooden oak Parkay floor, as had most of the downstairs, and a beautiful Persian rug I had bought on a business trip to Iran. The walls were covered by a rich magnolia coloured paper with ridges making it look more like a material than paper. The wall paper section was about six foot high and separated from the rest of the wall by a dark oak picture rail. I loved all sorts of art and had a large and varied selection hanging in the hall and the rest of the rooms. The rest of the house was nicely and tastefully decorated and the whole of the house was spotless as I had a cleaner come in 3 times a week.

My cock, which had been rigid all day, twitched in my trousers as though reminding me that it had needs that needed satisfying. It was all I could do to stop my self dropping my pants and asking her to gobble me off in the hallway. I made for the large sweeping staircase and she followed me upstairs to the master bedroom. I switched the lights on and we walked inside.

My bedroom was huge, one of the main things that attracted me to this particular property. There were full length mirrors on the walls and the wardrobes. To the left of the room was a large four poster bed with a mirrored canopy, on the opposite side was a set of in built wardrobes and in the middle by the large window was a sculptured antique oak dressing table opposite to which at the far wall, but slightly away from it, stood a low wooden armed chair with thick cushioning next to which stood a type of small gym horse.. I walked just passed the two pieces of furniture and opened the door to the en suit bathroom. Inside which was a Jacuzzi, bidet, shower and sink all in Ivory white with gold taps and trimmings. The marble flooring was black and the wall tiles were a sparkling Ivory white and every 4 there was one with a black diamond outline and cream centre. Lisa was behind me looking inside the gleaming spotless bathroom. I opened the tiled door of the disguised bathroom cabinet and handed her a towel.

"Get ready for me Lisa; I'll be back in thirty minutes." With that I walked away and went to the main bathroom to have a wash myself as I felt rather grimy after my earlier experiences with London transport.

I showered and shaved, feeling refreshed I made my way back to the bedroom and walked through the door. Lisa who was waiting for me was on the floor by the side of the bed waiting in her submissive pose, sitting on the lower half of her legs, legs akimbo revealing her puffy wet sex ready for my pleasure, her hands resting on her thighs palm up, while her large breasts hung slightly down, the nipples like small dark red mountains looked rock hard. Her head slightly bowed, her eyes looking down while her wet red hair lay in long tresses across her back like flames of fire.

"Very good Lisa, now let's see how good you really are." 

I walked up to her untying my bath robe and letting it drop behind me in a heap. My cock was now only semi hard, the shower had had a calming effect on my arousal and I wanted her to suck it until it was fully erect again.

"I think I'd like to start with your top hole, suck my cock." I was standing right up to her, my dick just inches from her face. 

Lisa moved forward, her hot wet lips begun to kiss my member as her hands moved behind me to hold my buttocks. Her lips felt soft and warm as she kissed the tip of my cock before allowing her long wet tongue to lazily slip out of her mouth as she begun licking the silky smooth head, the tip of her tongue teasing my pee hole out of which some pre-cum had already begun to ooze. My cock begun to swell and grow, soon it was at full mast 7.5" long and as thick as her wrist. Lisa licked and sucked on it greedily, one of her hands was now rubbing it up and down keeping the momentum going as every so often her mouth would release my cock and move down to my balls where she would suckle then nibble gently on them before lifting my balls to allow her mouth to wonder further down my body to my scrotum her tongue and red hot lips paying extra attention to the sensitive area there. 

My cock was now throbbing and I could feel the build up in my sacks as the skin around them became harder and tighter drawing my testicles to my body, it would only be a matter of a couple of minutes before I exploded and my seed shot out. I grabbed her long red hair twisting it around my hands and pulling her head to me as I begun using her mouth thrusting my cock deep inside her oral fuck tunnel until it begun to enter her throat, with each thrust it would go slightly deeper until soon the whole of my rod was disappearing inside her mouth. It was clear that she was familiar with deep throat oral sex as I could feel her breathing deeply in and out through her nostrils. 

Fucking her in the mouth faster and faster as I used her hair like a set of reins I could soon feel the explosive rise deep inside my body and then the hot almost burning sensation as my cum made the journey from my balls to the surface and I climaxed. I continued to pummel her face with my cock thrusting deeper and faster than before ramming my cock inside her wanton mouth like a battering ram relishing the sensation of relief as my balls drained themselves and my spunk gushed out of my body and filled her waiting oral paradise. I hadn't been with a woman for a few weeks and there was and incredible build up of cum which she tried hard to swallow but to no avail as dollop after dollop hit the back of her throat with incredible speed and it was inevitable that some would escape. I kept on using her mouth until I was finally drained and looked down at her to see that most of her face, breasts and parts of her beautiful hair were covered in my sticky, creamy thick seed. I moved my hand down scooping my spunk from her face and her breasts with my fingers and feeding it to her. She gratefully received my gift sucking my fingers until they were dry and I repeated the exercise until most of my seed ended up inside her.




Breakfast And A Lunchtime Taster



"That was excellent Lisa, I'm almost minded to forgive you for questioning me at the park earlier but then again we should start as we mean to go on, shouldn't we?"

She went to nod in agreement then thought better of it.

"Yes Sir." She replied her head bowed submissively.

I opened the large bottom draw in the side unit of the bed and took out a long brown leather thong. I gestured her by example to turn around and put her arms behind her and cross her wrists. She obediently stood and did as I had instructed. I proceeded to tie her arms together tightly leaving two long strands on each side which I then attached to her ankles to keep out of the way until they were needed.

Going back to the drawer I pulled out two nipple clamps and proceeded to place them on her delicious long hard nipples until only their very tip was exposed and then tightened them in position. Holding her arm I pulled her to me, my mouth seeking hers as I hungrily kissed her my tongue exploring every nook and cranny of her oral cavern as I tasted my own cum and then her sweet saliva as her tongue stroked mine. I sucked her tongue deep in my mouth holding her body tightly against mine until I could feel the nipple clamps and hard erect tips of her aroused nipples digging into my chest. 

We kissed passionately for what seemed ever and then I broke away, I picked up my dressing gown and fumbled in the pocket until I pulled out her damp silky knickers and stuffed them in her mouth like a gag. Moving to the bed I sat on the edge then reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her to me, manoeuvring her body until she lay down across my lap. Her arse was nicely rounded and firm, I wondered if the horse riding had a role in this. I used my foot to spread her legs until they were fully parted and I could see the tender pink lips of her sex and the rubbery brown flesh of her anal ring. Lifting my hand high in the air I spanked her, I repeated this several times until my red hand pints were visible on her pale skin. Interrupting the spanking I moved my hand down to her cunt and thrust two of my long thick fingers all the way inside her soaking sex box and then fucked her with them plunging them in and out of her slit like pistons. Her pussy was like a furnace, the heat was unbelievable while her wetness bore testimony to her sexual arousal. Lisa's pussy was soon dripping with juices as her body seemed to be on overdrive producing copious amounts of her sticky transparent lubricant but I didn't want her to cum not yet. I stopped frigging her wonderful pulsating pussy and begun to spank her once again only this time slightly harder as I spoke to her.

"You are a dirty filthy slut and you now belong to my cock, you will do what ever it takes to keep my cock happy Lisa and in turn I will use you like you enjoy being used, a slave slut and a three hole receptacle for my seed." 

I allowed some of my saliva to dribble onto her arse crease and watched it travel down to her ring while I went back to fingering her cunt. I kept dribbling saliva down her crease until I was happy that she was wet there. I then coated my finger with saliva and moved it to her arse. Gently rubbing her tiny hole with the ball of my finger until it opened slightly enabling me to push my finger inside, just a small bit of the tip. She wriggled on my lap and let out a small gasp as she took in a sharp intake of breath at the slight discomfort of this new violation of her body but soon showed her acceptance as she pushed her arse upwards in an effort to impale her arse deeper on my long thick finger.

I could sense and knew from experience that she was more than ready to cum but wanted to delay the moment as long as possible, deciding to spank her some more. Lisa was making a lot of sounds and maybe even trying to speak but the gag kept the sound muffled and anything she said was incomprehensible. I finally stopped spanking her and moved my head down to her arse kissing it all over before pulling the cheeks apart and rimming her, stuffing her tiny volcano with saliva until I knew she was ready. Seating up I moved my hands down to her trembling body, this time I managed to get three of my long digits inside her cunt using them to fuck her with gusto while her anal entry now soaking wet allowed my long middle finger to slowly slide inside, her sphincter giving right of passage to the intruder. I finger fucked her for a while knowing that she must by now be ready to erupt and I finally gave her the permission she craved for.

"Lisa you may cum."

It was as if it was instantaneous, she was at the edge of a precipice just waiting for the command to jump, two or perhaps three further thrusts deep inside her pussy and a final deep penetrative thrust all the way into her anal canal was all it took before she erupted like Vesuvius. Her powerful vaginal muscles closing around my fingers gripping them, tightly vice like even as they clenched and released in spasms while her sphincter contracted around my finger as if to keep it buried deep inside her murky canal. Her body now trembling in the aftermath was soaked in perspiration as she writhed and threshed on my lap like a fish out of water. I allowed her a brief respite waiting for her to subside and then moved my hand to her mouth pulling her knickers out allowing her to breathe naturally and speak.

"Did you enjoy that Lisa?"

"Oh yes Sir, very much thank you."

"Is your cunt all wet and full of your cum Lisa?"

"Oh yes very much so, Sir."

"Good now come here with me."

I grabbed two cushions from the bed and walked to the short chair; her wrists still tied up as she followed me across the luxurious golden coloured high pile bedroom carpet. We were now both standing by the low chair at the foot of which I lay the king size cushions.

"Come and sit astride the arm rests facing the back rest and lay back on the cushions Lisa."

She quickly moved to follow my instructions while I helped her into the position I wanted. Once she was seated on the chair I untied her ankles and pulled each thong end in turn until her legs were spread wide apart before tying each long strand to a ring situated on the floor on either side of the chair, which were kept submerged inside the floor until needed. 

Straddling her body so that my semi hard cock was above her face I moved my head to her pussy, the smell of her sweet cum filled pussy was electrifying. In my eagerness I fumbled with the mechanism to collapse the back rest of the chair converting it into a type of stool with arm rests allowing my head fuller access to her pussy. I found that I couldn't resist the urge any longer and dove straight down in between her wide spread legs engulfing her sex with my mouth, sucking her flesh and drawing out her cum as if I was devouring an oyster. She had begun to moan loudly as I continued the onslaught, savouring her precious sweet thick cum. I moved a hand to her arse, which was by now saturated with her cum and my saliva as both oozed out of her cunt and travelled like a small steady stream along her crease that made up the short journey between her two lower fuck kingdoms. I soon found the tiny entry to her dark murky cavern thrusting one then two of my long thick fingers deep inside her nether region. Lisa moaned loudly vocalising her intense pleasure but I was not ready for her to cum, I wanted her to cum on my cock and it was not yet that time.

"You are not to cum my little slut, no, not just yet. Use your mouth to stimulate me like the dirty three hole slut you are my precious."

I felt her mouth as it closed around my cock and I pushed my weight down forcing my cock deeper until she had swallowed all of me and I could feel my manhood as it began the process of recovery. 

I moved my mouth to her elongated throbbing clit and sucked it inside my mouth, using my tongue to whip it while I inserted finger after finger inside her boiling cauldron of juices until I was pummelling her wanton female sex with three fingers. I was lost in a frenzied world of sexual stimulation; there was no existence other than this, my hands rapidly thrusting, driving my fingers like whirling drills ever deeper into her writhing body while my mouth endeavoured to devour her very flesh.

My cock was now rock hard, her mouth was hot and welcoming and her tongue talented as it stroked the underside just below the bulbous head and above the foreskin. I could feel the restriction of her throat as I fucked her mouth without mercy. I knew that I wouldn't be able to contain myself much longer, as it was I was utilising all my will power to stop myself ejaculating inside her pleasing oral pleasure dom. Shifting my weight I withdrew my cock reluctantly from her mouth and presented my arse to her eager mouth and was pleased to feel her go to work on this without hesitation. It was ecstasy to feel her tongue licking my rubbery flesh, this pleasure was multiplied a thousand fold as her burning lips closed around my starry hole and she begun to suckle on my flesh drawing my flesh upward while her tongue probed for entry into my arse. We were akin to a pair of frenzied ravenous wild wolves, asking for and giving no quarter as we feasted on each others naked raw flesh. I could tell that Lisa was on the verge of loosing her will not to cum as was I. 

Grudgingly I release her throbbing clit from my mouth and removed my digits from her orifices moving myself around the stool so that I was positioned in between her legs. She was at the perfect height and as I looked down I could see her puffy wet cunny was ready for me. Her labia were thick, bloated and swollen with her blood making them a pink red as they lay on either side of her slit like a pair of thick glossy red lips. Her juices and my saliva were clearly visible as they continued to trickle out of her depths while her anal entry was gaping from my relentless fingering. Holding my cock down I placed it at the mouth of her cunt and pushed forward slightly, watching as her pussy lips seemed to give way and then quickly close around my pole. The wonderful warmth and silky velvety wetness of her sex made me want to plunge my dick all the way inside her cock sheath but I waited, wanting to tease her and build up a wanton lustful need for my cock so great that she would beg me to fuck her. I pushed a bit more until the head of my cock disappeared and then pulled it back, repeating this several times.

"Do you like my cock Lisa? Would you like me to fuck you with it?"

"God yes, fuck me with it, put your cock inside me and fuck me." 

She spoke the words with a wanton shameless lust her face glazed with a look of hungry unbridled sexual yearning. 

"Now, now Lisa you know that you have to do better than that. Let me hear you ask properly and nicely this time."

"Please Sir please fuck me with your beautiful cock and fill me with your seed. Please Sir I beg you I really need you to fuck me now please."

While she pleaded I played with her clit. I marvelled at how long it was and how I was able to pinch it and hold it between finger and thumb, rolling the hard nerve filled knob and making her moan out loudly. It also amazed me at how she was able to exert so much self control and not cum, most of the women I had been with would have by now cum several times, even knowing they would be punished, granted most of them had been younger and not as experienced but still she showed amazing self control.

"That's better Lisa; you asked so nicely that I'm going to allow you to cum., would you like to cum all over my cock Lisa and suck your cum off my cock?"

"Yes please, I'd like that very much Sir."

I pushed my body forward until my thick throbbing flesh disappeared inside her sex making her scream out loudly with pleasure. I begun to fuck her, quickly finding my tempo and enjoying the feeling you get from immersing your cock inside a delicious soft wet welcoming pussy. The thrusts were long and powerful, withdrawing my cock to just below the pee hole and then ramming it back in until my balls meshed with her arse. I was still in full control of my movements and I was able to play with her breasts at the same time, massaging her big soft orbs and every so often pinching and tagging the tips of her hard nipples which protruded from the tight clamps, knowing from this morning just how sensitive and sexually charged her nipples were. The rush was building up deep inside my body, the signs were all too apparent as the skin around my sacks and scrotum once again hardened and my cock begun to swell inside her readying itself for the sudden explosive rush of my seed through the narrow slit at the tip of my cock. I now speeded up mercilessly driving my rock hard rod inside her body first in one direction then the other until I was oblivious to all about me but this small space and time where nothing else mattered. We came simultaneously, Lisa screaming her own long awaited release.

"GODDD…YESSS…YESSS…FUCKKKK MEEEE…YESSSS… AAAHHH…AAAHHH…FUCCCKK…YESSSSS…OOOHHH…AAHHH… OOOHHH…AAAAHHHHHH..YESSSS…YESSSS…OOOOHHHH…"

While I in turn felt the happy burning sensation of relief as I emptied my spunk deep inside her tunnel and felt her muscles as they squeezed around my cock greedily milking it dry of my thick milk. Once I had seeded her I stayed inside her until my cock begun to shrivel and then I withdrew it, looking down at my now semi hard member I could see it was dripping with a mixture of spunk and cunt juice, I quickly moved straddling her face presenting her with the gift of life and felt her hungry hot and shameless mouth close around my rod nursing on it insatiably as if it were a giant teat while she moaned against it with pleasure the vibrations of her moans making the head of my cock tingle. I stayed in that position until her sucking and licking became too much and I was too sensitive to allow her to carry on for the moment. 

I moved to the half horse and opened the flip lid, bringing back with me a horn handled riding crop and two large dildos, one black the other red, slightly smaller in size than my own cock. Then moving back to the bed I recovered her crumbled knickers, holding them to my nose and inhaling her still lingering intoxicating scent. 

Now back at the chair I pushed her knickers into her mouth and then moved to the other side, taking the large black dildo I placed it at the entrance to her cunt while the red one I squeezed into her still partially gaping anal cavity and begun to fuck her with the inert objects as she moaned loudly obviously enjoying the feeling of simultaneously having her two lower orifices filled. I made a mental note of the fact for future encounters.

Her cunt was still very wet and full of my spunk, emitting squelching sounds as my seed was displaced each time the dildo sunk deep inside her pussy. I carried on like this for some time taking pleasure in her moans and whimpers and her head moving from side to side in sheer unadulterated animal like sexual gratification. I left the two artificial cocks deep inside her orifices so I could use the riding crop on her lovely smooth white buttocks, tantalizingly running the leather end of the crop along her soft flesh before flicking it to leave a bright red streak on her pale skin. Her face was a picture of sexual depravity, a desire and yearning that only delicious sexual pain can stimulate and I am sure there was nothing she would not have been prepared to do for sheer unbridled sexual fulfilment. I continued with the riding crop until her buttocks were cris crossed with bright red weal marks then moved to her side taking a nipple tip into my mouth and sucking on it hard and ruthlessly, while my hand took hold of the dildo still buried inside her pussy and I begun to fuck her relentlessly, hard and fast, every so often I would alternate between her nipples, biting down hard on a nipple while at the same time moving my hand down to the bright red dildo in her arse pulling this until it was almost all the way out and then driving it back in hard and deep until it all but disappeared inside her dark tunnel. 

My cock was by now revived and I was ready to fuck her arse. I moved to her face bending down I removed the sodden knickers and preceded to rape her mouth hungrily with my own, sucking on her tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth as we exchanged oral juices. Straddling her again I presented my cock to her which she willingly accepted and gobbled up as I fucked her mouth with my hard rod while fucking her other sex pots with the two dildos. Once I was happy with her efforts and my cock was suitably lubricated with her saliva I moved into position. Turning the handle at the side of the chair the mechanism lifted her body up so that her arse was now in line with my hard ready cock. Withdrawing the dildo from her arse I moved my head down and begun rimming her, my tongue exploring her anal cavity then sucked hard on her rim pulling the flesh into my mouth and exploring it with my tongue until she was completely saturated and she was moaning loudly with sheer unadulterated pleasure. Standing up I positioned my cock in line with her tiny arse hole which my mouth had left slightly gaping.

"Lisa I am going to fuck you in the arse now and I want you to cum for me. Do you think you will like that Lisa?"

"Oh yes Sir, I love anal sex I am sure I will enjoy you cumming inside me Sir."

I had guessed early on in the evening that she was very anal and her reply was no surprise. 

My cock was throbbing as if to remind me of the task in hand and I gently pushed forward allowing that bloated head to penetrate her further. She let out a gasp as the bulging bulbous head brushed her sphincter muscle aside and entered the mysterious dark murky tunnel of her rectum. It was tight and I could feel her sphincter muscles as they gripped around my cock, I was pleased with her narrow entrance as having already cum twice her tightness would help in achieving my goal. I moved my hands to her wonderful tits, playing with the soft mounts of flesh before pinching each protruding nipple tip in turn making her wince with delicious pain that one can only take pleasure in during uninhibited rampant and gratifying sexual intercourse such as this. 

My thrusts were slow and long to begin with as I built up pace. I moved a hand to her cunt and used my thumb to stimulate her clit, making a mental note to next time give her the freedom to finger fuck her pussy for me while I fucked her arse. I was now hammering her, my thighs slapping loudly on her bum cheeks each time I rammed my cock all the way inside her tight cavern. Lisa was screaming vocalising her needs, begging me to fuck her harder and faster. My body was wet with the sweat of the exertion and I felt hot as my cock begun to swell in her tight passage as if it was going to split her wide open. Lisa had timed everything perfectly as she let out a scream that she was cumming and I felt the flood of her thick syrupy cum on my thumb. A few further thrusts inside her tight butt and I erupted sending spurt after spurt of my own thick warm cum splashing against the inside walls of her murky tunnel like ocean waves on their journey deep inside her waiting bowels. Her sphincter squeezing my cock in a clamp like grip as if intend on keeping it prisoner deep inside her for ever and squeezing every last drop of my precious seed.

The physical intensity of the moment left me almost completely drained, my new slut was eager to take everything I had to offer her but I knew it would be a while before I was able to give her more. In the meantime I pulled my cock out of her wonderful tight arse hole and moved back to straddle her only too pleased to have her suck my shrivelling spunk dripping dick while I begun to use the dildos on her insatiable fuck holes once again.

I managed to fuck her twice more that night before we went to sleep, with me in the bed and her lying across at my feet. I awoke the next morning with the warm wet sensation of her lips about half way down my pole as she performed slow loving fellatio on my rigid cock, an amazing way to come out of a deep sleep. Lying back on the bed I allowed her to continue gobbling my hard bloated prick faster and deeper until she sucked me to completion and fed herself on my thick sticky and warm morning cum. Lisa was very talented with her mouth and I had a feeling that we were going to have a good and rewarding relationship together. This prompted me to begin thinking of when, how and in which direction I should concentrate on next.




Breakfast & Dessert at Denny



She didn't notice him come in to the Cafe'. She just turned around and he was standing there waiting to be seated. He was tall, had dark hair and the most amazing smile she had ever seen. She picked up a menu and asked if he preferred smoking or non. He answered smoking, and when his voice hit her ears she felt her stomach do flip-flops. His voice was deep and clear, almost soothing and so damn sexy.

She seated him in a corner booth, and asked if he would like a cup of coffee while he looked at the menu, but he declined, however he asked for a tall glass of cold milk. As she walked towards the back counter she could feel his eyes follow her, she couldn't resist, and turned and gave him an amazing, "I know what you are thinking," smile. She poured his drink and walked back to the table where he sat looking over the menu, she asked if he was ready to order. He replied to the negative, so she said she would give him a minute to look over the menu.

By this time someone else had walked in and she needed to get them seated. When she had gotten the new customers settled and their order for drinks taken she stopped back by his table to see if he was ready to order yet. As he looked up at her from the menu she saw what she thought was a flash of sparkle in his eyes. He asked her, "so tell me, what do you suggest that I could eat that would help me sleep?" It seemed funny to her that those simple words asked could send butterflies to her stomach. She made her suggestion to him, and he excepted it with minor modifications.

She took the menu from the table and walked once more to the back counter, she retrieved the drinks for the other table and then placed his order with the cook. She took the drinks to the second table and took their order and placed it with the cook also. She began her normal routine of getting the condiments together to go to the tables. She took the maple syrup and ketchup to the second table. She then began the process of setting up his table, but for some reason, she forgot the jelly, forgot the extra napkins, she just couldn't seem to concentrate on what she was doing, when she was looking at him. Maybe it was just her excuse to go back to his table just once more, she wasn't sure which. 

When the bell rang for his order she walked to the cooks window and tried hard to pull herself together. And for some odd strange reason, she wondered if her hair looked okay tonight, and if she had wore her lipstick off during the earlier rush. She managed to pull herself out of her short little daydream, and picked the plates and headed towards his table with them. She sat the plates down in front of him and asked if there was anything else she could get him, he said "not now, but I will like another glass of milk soon please." She made a mental note to herself to check back after the other orders were served, she told him to enjoy his meal and walked off. 

The phone rang with a call in order and she took that, and gave it to the cook, and delivered the food for the second table. On her pass back by his table she noticed the glass was nearly empty, and without asking she went and filled another with cold milk. Her hands were shaking, and she had no idea why. When she took the new glass to his table and sat it down, he picked up the first and handed it to her. As he did, his fingers lightly caressed hers in the pass, and shock of pure lust shot through her body, it was so strong it almost knocked her down. She sucked in her breath, and her cheeks felt like flames. Did he feel that? She wasn't sure, but his eyes went instantly to hers, and the look was one she must have been mirroring to him. Her body almost ached from the look and the instant desire.

She went on about her job, took care of a couple more customers and checked back and forth with him. She cleared away his plate when he was done, and asked if there was anything else she could get him. He declined and she left the check face down with her signature on it. As she walked off this time, she thought to herself, she was glad her shift was almost up, he had stirred something in her, and she was so aroused. 

As she began to get her side work done for the relief waitress that was coming in, he walked to the cash register to pay for his meal. She walked up and asked if everything had been all right, he said it was great. She rang up his ticket and took his money. She handed him his change and smiled, he said thanks, and looked close at her nametag, and made it a point to say her name. The way he spoke it made her want to cry with desire. She thanked him for coming in and told him to come back. He said he would. And walked out the door. She watched him walk away; as he did she closed her eyes and imagined his arms around her waist and his sweet lips pressed against hers. As she was just about to walk away from the register, he walked back in the door, and asked her when she worked again. She told him, that she should be getting off in about 15 minutes, but that she worked again tomorrow night from 10-2 and Saturday from 5-9. He smiled and said okay, I'll see you tomorrow then, and walked back out the door. 

She finished up her side work quickly, and cashed in her tips, and told Jennifer the relief waitress to have a good night as she walked out the door. As she began to walk toward the back of the café' she removed her apron, and thought of the stranger, his eyes were amazing and his smile just made her want to melt. The whole time he was there she had the urge to just walk right over and lean down and press her lips to his. She had never had such a strong reaction to a man. Again she closed her eyes for a second and just stood and thought about how his body might have felt pressed against hers. 

As she reached the back of the building and turned the corner, there he sat, on her hood. She blinked her eyes a couple of times, just to make sure she wasn't imagining this. He wore a huge smile, his arms folded over his chest, he seemed almost god like setting there, his broad chest, legs crossed at the ankles. His boots dusty from work, his starch white shirt shown in the moon light, and that black hat, god that black hat, her legs felt like they were made of led and rubber at the same time. 

She walked up to him, and stood just looking at him for several seconds, and then smiled and asked, "can I help you?" There it was again that same sparkle in his eyes. His smile seemed to get broader, as he replied; " I certainly hope so." He stood up off the hood of the car, god she hadn't realized how broad his chest was till this second, and damn there was that fluttering feeling in her stomach. He said in a deep cool voice, "I wanted to thank you properly for your courtesy to me." 

He reached for her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She didn't have the strength to resist, and her mind and body screamed at her not too. His hands seem to instantly warm her body, the warmth spread across her cheeks, her neck and down, lower and lower, she could feel the heat as it begin to stir in her womanhood. 

When his lips covered her mouth, her body shook, and she melted against his hard chest. His tongue began a slow circle around her lips, gentle at first, then more harsh demanding entry into her mouth. Her body responded happily, and she opened to him fully. When his tongue caressed hers she though she would lose her mind. Her limbs felt week, he seemed to sense her need and bent and picked her up and place her on the hood of the car. His lips never wavering from its exploration of her mouth. When he did finally break the kiss, and look down at her, running the back of his hand against her cheek, he said, "you are so damn sexy."

As his hand slid down her cheek it found its way to her neck, when his fingers slide across her neck just under her right ear, she closed her eyes and tilted her head just a little. She nearly cried out in pain when his hands left her skin. It was only for a moment however; because he took both her hand in his and caressed the tops of them with is thumbs. Then he turned her left hand over and gently kissed her palm, his tongue making little circles on it, she wanted to leap off the hood of the car, it was so erotic.

Still holding her right hand he placed it on his chest where she could feel his wild heart beat, and slowly, very slowly he slid her and down his body till she could feel the power and need in him. As she closed her hand around his hard body, he moaned his pleasure to her. She began to caress him through his jeans. She could feel his body grow harder under her caress. She pulled her other hand from his, and slid it down the same trail from his chest to his manhood. When she opened his pants to free him, she felt his body shudder. She began to caress him with her soft hands running her thumb across the tip of him. He leaned into her body, but she pushed him away, he looked down at her with puzzlement in his eyes, but when she lowered her soft lips to him, she heard his sharp intake of breath, and felt his body go stiff. She let her mouth set a steady rhythm on him, and she could hear his breath coming in short gasps. She felt his body tense and knew. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let him, he growled out his pleasure and thrust deeper into her mouth and she felt the explosion.

He looked down at her, and smiled a knowing smile, and pressed her back against the hood of the car. He quickly removed her shoes, jeans and thong, he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, and he could feel the heat that was coming from her body. When his hand cupped her she sat up on the hood, but he gently lay her back down. His fingers gently parted her and his tongue found her sweet button. Her hips arched to meet his hungry mouth. She began to feel the heat building in her body, felt the tension in her legs. He must have sensed it also. Just when she was on the verge of bliss, he slid up her body and buried himself full hilt into her. It was like a gun that went off inside her. She screamed in passion and her body convulsed around his hard member, she felt him tense once more as he exploded deep within her woman's cavern and filled her with his sweetness.



Breakfast and Discipline



I woke up in Bobbie's arms, with the morning light filtering through the single high curtained window bathing us in soft fuchsia light. She was also waking up, and we cuddled and snuggled and petted each other in that drowsy content state. Under the sleepy fuzziness, parts of my body were starting to wake up...and scenes from the night before were flickering into my awareness. When she nuzzled my neck and kissed it, and slid her hand down to my pussy, those parts of me were contemplating more sex...in just a little while...

And then Elvis started belting out "Heartbreak Hotel" right next to my ear. God rest his soul, but not right now, dude...

"Shit, sorry," Bobbie muttered, reaching over me to pick up her phone. "Hello...hey...yeah. Mmm...I did have overnight company..." she giggled. "...I'd say very lucky. What?...Sure, that'd be great. Mm, a couple of those chocolate croissants, maybe two of the almond ones too. I'll reimburse you later...oh, that's true, guess you do owe me this time...get the fruit cups, too..." She turned to me, "That sound O.K.?" I nodded. "Yeah...I recall you saying that...hmm, it might be...Brian O.K. with that?...Ha! We'll talk about it...when you come in, we'll let you know...yes or no...it'll be pretty obvious...yes, of course. O.K., see ya in a few." She clicked the phone off.

"Delia's bringing breakfast. And...she's still interested in, um, a scene. I don't think Brian left her very satisfied last night." 

"That sucks, about Brian...What – a scene with both of us?"

"Yeah. I told her that I would make sure you were cool with that and we'd let her know when she got here. Look, even if you say yes, you'll try it now, you can change your mind at any time. If it feels weird before we get started, just say...um, 'pasta'. And it's O.K. if you really don't want to do it at all. I'm totally fine with it, either way. We can just...do as we like. As we both like."

I leaned in and kissed her, letting my hand stray down to her breast. As we kissed, I let it roam further south. Her naked pussy was moist and hot; her legs parted to let me play. 

I broke the kiss. "I think I'd be willing to give it a try...yes. Let's see what happens."

"Excellent," she replied. "Oh! Do that again..." And the game – at least ours – was afoot...

I was squatting on her face, letting her soft wet tongue and lips work their magic on my labia and clit, pumping my hips gently to make the lapping of her tongue ebb and flow against me, focused only on the pleasure she was giving me. She was clasping my ass in her hands to better keep my juicy pussy where she could taste it; as I writhed against her mouth, I would move my gaze from the direct sight of her pretty face, eyes closed sweetly, mouth and chin slick, nose pressed into my mound, to the profile view of us in the side mirror. Watching her eat my cunt intensified the pleasure. I gasped and then sighed happily when her probing tongue found a precise point on my clitoral hood that added an additional thrill; she made a murmuring sound of reaction against my flesh. The additional vibration of the murmur elicited another spike of pleasure, and another gasp and sigh. She took note. I could feel the lapping of her tongue like the lapping of waves on the seashore, each wave cresting higher, bringing me closer to orgasm. We kept it steady, me rolling my hips in rhythm, her fingers gently digging into the cheeks of my butt, her tongue bathing me gently and firmly, punctuated by her occasionally humming against my skin to give me that additional vibration. I was panting, just about ready to explode.

Then a flicker of movement in the mirror almost broke my concentration, making me falter for a brief moment. A girl had come in, closing the door carefully behind her. Bobbie, not breaking stride at all in her perfect cunnilingus technique, took one hand off my ass and gestured at the newcomer with a quick wave and pointing – my blissed-out mind produced the name "Delia" before returning to being totally focused on what was happening to my cunt. 

I felt a tiny twinge of embarrassment, but I was far too close to orgasm to do anything but dismiss it and keep going. I was gasping with each breath, my eyes taking in that the girl had set something down on the table, and was now sitting in the pink chair, watching as I rode Bobbie's face.

"Ahhh, ohh yeah, I'm gonna come...coming...fuck fuck fuck, yes baby," I managed to gasp out. Bobbie seized my clit with her lips, sucking it into her mouth and humming at the same time, and I exploded, near-howling as my cunt muscles tightened and released fast and hard. Bobbie laid off the sucking and humming and wriggled her tongue around my folds and into my vagina, lapping up the juices leaking out with each release. I leaned with my forearms against the wall, spent and panting, trying to keep my over-sensitive clitoris away from Bobbie's mischievous flicking tongue; she was bent on teasing me with it and tightened her grip on my ass cheeks while I wriggled to keep her from touching my button.

"Enough...oh lord...ohhh...noooo..." She'd caught my clit in her lips and was sucking it. "No...ohhhh...yeah, yeah, oh holy FUCK I'm going to come again...FUCK I'm coming!" It was swift, hard, and made my entire body arch and shudder. This time she relented, giving my slit a few gentle laps before loosening her grip, letting me lean on my arms against the wall, spent and panting.

She slid out from under me, like a mechanic working on a car, and addressed the seated girl. "Hey, Delia. You brought breakfast?"

I turned my head to look at the girl; she held up a white paper bag. "Yeah, the pastries. I got the ones you wanted."

"Thanks. Coffee?"

"Um, it's brewing. I'll bring it down when it's ready, Miss Bobbie."

Bobbie shifted in the bed a little; even in my blissful state, I caught that the "Miss" added to "Bobbie" was significant, and that we'd just started negotiating. Having recovered – or at least having my legs stop shaking, anyway – I slid down in the bed next to Bobbie. I was a little self-conscious, but this girl Delia seemed not to care...and I had been well aware of her watching avidly while Bobbie finished getting me off. Bobbie caressed my shoulder, trailing her fingers down to my breast and smiling when my nipple hardened at her touch. She gave me a mischievous look, wicked little tongue-tip appearing between her teeth, then cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head at Delia, asking me wordlessly. I nodded once. What the hell; if they were both game for this game with me, I was game for it with them. 

"Game on," I whispered to her.

I took quick stock of Delia: she wasn't really my type, but cute enough. She was petite: not just short but slim and small, with narrow hips and small tits. Her hair was straight, shoulder-length, strawberry-blonde; she had big hazel uptilted eyes and a pert little upturned nose. Nothing remarkable but cute. She was wearing a big white button-down shirt that looked like it probably belonged to her boyfriend, and tight faded jeans. She was...wholesome-looking, all fresh-scrubbed and vanilla ice cream, and I made a note to ask Bobbie later how this roommate situation had come about. And was this cute little thing really a Freak with a capital F? 

I admit, it might not have really been my scene, that brand of freakery, and she may not have been my type, but I was intrigued. And horny. 

I gave Bobbie a small grin back.

"Delia," Bobbie said in a firm tone. "This is Lula."

"Hi," I said, waving my fingers at her and smiling, then dropping my hand to toy with one of Bobbie's nipples.

Delia ducked her head as if too shy to meet my eyes, but I knew she was covertly looking at us. "Hello, Lula."

"Miss Lula to you, Delia," Bobbie corrected. 

"Oh, forgive me, Miss. Miss Lula, it's so nice to meet you." Good grief, she had a little schoolgirl voice, and I couldn't tell if that was part of the role, or just her voice.

"So you brought the pastries as I told you, but instead of also bringing the coffee at the same time...you came down here to watch us fuck."

"Sorry, Miss. The coffee should be --"

"I didn't ask for any backtalk, slut. You snuck in to watch us fucking, didn't you? That's really, really naughty."

"Yes, Miss. It was naughty of me."

Bobbie lay back a little, giving me more access to her breasts. I leaned over and took a nipple into my mouth. Bobbie sighed and played with my hair. 

"You said on the phone you'd been naughty, Delia. Were you a naughty slut?"

"Yes, Miss. A very naughty little slut."

"And then you come home, and instead of doing what you were told to do, or doing it right at least, you come down here and act naughty some more...I see." I stopped sucking and trailed kisses over to her other tit. "What do you think, Lula? Was that pretty naughty, her watching me eat your pussy..." here her hand went down to cup my pussy for emphasis, one finger flicking my clit, "...Instead of properly bringing our breakfast?"

"I have to agree with you, Bobbie. It's terribly naughty." I said it with mock-concern, hamming it up...without feeling the urge to laugh, because yes...I really was intrigued and aroused. I've played BDSM games before, and on occasion when a partner overshot the mark and demanded or said something really dorky, I did burst out laughing, and it was all too ridiculous. I am NOT either dom or sub by nature. But as a game it can be fun, with the right person, in the right way, at the right time. And Bobbie had slipped two fingers into my cunt and was gently massaging the slick walls of my vagina, and it was too delicious to even think about not playing this game. 

"Did you hear that, slut?" Bobbie asked. "Now...did you like watching me eat Lula's pussy? Did it get you wet?" She slipped the fingers out of me and sucked them. "Lula's pussy is so yummy. Were you wondering what it would taste like? Or what it would feel like? Did it turn you on to watch me make love to Lula? Answer me, little slut."

"Yeees...yes, Miss."

I parted my legs a little to give Bobbie's probing hand more room to roam, and also to display my glistening, flushed cunt to the girl. She was staring, her tongue darting out nervously to lick her lips.

"Yes, what, slut?"

"Yes it turned me on to watch you eating Lu – Miss Lula's pussy like that, Miss. It looked good."

"Are you wet, little girl, like a good little slut?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Come here. I want to check."

Delia shuffled over to the bed to stand at something like attention.

"Take off those jeans, slut. And panties. Come to think of it, you need an inspection. Take off all your clothes." As Delia started to pull off her clothes, Bobbie continued: "Did you fuck your boyfriend last night, slut?"

"Yes, Miss."

"How many times?...Put your clothes on the chair. How many times did you let him put his prick in you, slut?"

"Just once, Miss. He was tired." Delia had pulled the big white shirt off, and was removing a little white lace-edged bra to show very small, perfectly round breasts with small beige nipples. Her skin was milk-pale, and sprinkled with freckles.

"Only once, whore? That's not enough for a horny little slut like you...fold the clothes as you put them on the chair, Delia, you useless slut. Yes...did he eat your pussy at least? Fold them NEATLY, bitch. Really, you are the most impossible little slut." 

Delia finished folding the clothes. "He fucked me only once, Miss. And he didn't eat my pussy, Miss. He was tired..."

"I don't care what he was feeling like, and I didn't ask you to tell me! Put your collar on."

Delia went over to the dresser and pulled a plain black leather collar out of the second drawer, strapping it around her neck.

"Come here, slut."

Delia moved closer. She was small and lean and sleek, with not much ass – a little flat for my taste – and her pussy hair was carefully trimmed into a cropped reddish V. Only the slightest hint of pink showed in the cleft of the outer lips.

"Did you wash really well for me, slut? You're not full of nasty spunk, are you?"

"Yes, Miss, I washed really well. We used a rubber, Miss."

Bobbie pretended to consider this answer, then demanded: "Spread your legs a bit, slut." 

Delia complied, straddling her feet several inches apart and bending her knees slightly while standing. 

"Hold open the lips and show us that cunt." Her little pussy was a hairy rosy seam; the inner lips and clit were small. But her vaginal entrance was obligingly parted and slick. Bobbie ran her finger from the little clit down to her vagina, then thrust the finger in, swift and hard. Delia grunted, then tilted her head back slightly as Bobbie fingerbanged her roughly She was wet enough that her cunt was slurping at the intruding finger. 

"Well. You are a wet little whore. But it's all pussy juice, so you're not all nasty down there. Guess watching me and Lula did get you hot," Bobbie pulled the finger out and pinched one of the fleshy outer lips. Delia gasped, and a small smile played on her lips. 

"Yes, Miss," she whispered. Bobbie pinched the other labia, harder. Delia moaned.

Abruptly, Bobbie pulled her hand away. "Stop standing there, slut. Go get the coffee. Now. Miss Lula and I are ready for our breakfast. Which might include eating more pussy. After your punishment, perhaps you can watch. If you're a good little whore. Would you like that, slut?"

"Yes, Miss! Thank you, Miss!" She scurried out of the room.

Bobbie turned to look at me. "This is all right for you, Luby-loo?"

I grinned. "It's...interesting."

She cupped one of my tits and nibbled on it. "Yes, but...do you want to do this scene, and does it turn you on so far?"

I took her free hand and pressed it against my twat. "...What do you think? Am I turned on enough for you? Think I want to do this?"

She fondled my inner lips and clit. Both were wet and engorged. "So that's a yes, then?"

"Oh, yes. With you? It's a hell yes, Bobbie." I leaned over to kiss her deeply while she insinuated a finger into me, seeking my G-spot. 

"Great, then...the safe word we use is 'boxwood.' Anyone says that, we stop what we're doing. Don't be too shy about using it if anything is too much, or you feel weird, O.K., love?"

"'...Boxwood'? Like the hedge?"

"Of course! You know you want to pick a safe word that isn't something you'd ever say while fucking. And I damn sure don't talk about gardening when I'm fucking."

"Well, we could always talk about bushes during sex...if we had bushes..." We both giggled a bit, silly with each other, and she tickled me lightly, making us both giggle a bit more.

"Mmmm...Damn, you're hot, Lula. I want to fuck you all day and night."

I could hear Delia overhead opening a cupboard and the clattering of cups on the counter. I gently pushed Bobbie onto her back and started licking her skin. It still tasted like jasmine and vanilla; I recalled us gently massaging each other with lotion after our second shower before going to sleep. I slipped quickly down between her legs, hooking my arms under her thighs, and with no further ado began eating her gorgeous pussy with enthusiasm. She twined one hand into my hair with a pleased little moan, obliging me by parting her cunt lips with the other hand so I could have easy access to the tender slick inner flesh of her sex. I slurped at her with the flat of my tongue, devouring her sweet-salty juices, then settled into sucking her hot pink button while thrusting two fingers into her. I was fucking her determinedly, wanting to make her come all over my face. 

The aroma of coffee wafting over the lovely pussy scent I was engulfed in announced Delia's return; I moved higher onto my knees, arching my back so I was presenting my ass and slit to her view. 

"Put the tray down on the...table...oooohhh...slut. And sit on the floor in your position...and...oh yeah, Lula, that's it, love...wait until we're ready to...mmm...deal with you."

"Yes, Miss." I snuck a glance in the mirror at Delia; she had put the tray down and was standing there staring at my slit with her mouth slightly open. I hummed against the juicy flesh of Bobbie's cunt, recalling how damn good that felt. She squealed. 

"Oh, fuck, Lula, you eat pussy so good, yeah! Ohhh...I'm close...unhhhh...don't stand there...Delia...sit like...mmm you were told...oh lord, harder, yeah, lick me harder...that's it...I'm coming now!"

And she did, gyrating her hips harder, holding my head hard against her while she came. I licked her clean while she shivered and squealed at the feel of my tongue. I pulled my head away finally to speak, "You have the sweetest, most beautiful cunt, baby. I could just eat you for days..."

"Mmm. Thank you, darling...thank you...yes, baby, come up here and kiss me." I complied, our tongues savoring each other long and deep. After we broke the kiss, Bobbie turned to Delia, who was sitting on her heels on the floor, knees demurely together, looking down at the floor. But she was smiling, and her cheeks were flushed.

"Ah. Little slut. Pour the coffee for us now. We're going to have breakfast while we talk about what we're going to do with you."

"Yes, Miss," Delia did as she was told, arranging croissants and fruit on a plate and pouring the coffee. 

"Are you done, now? Good. Good little whore. Tell us: did you like seeing that, slut? Are you still turned on and wet?"

"Yes, Miss."

I sat up and turned to Bobbie. "I think we should check her again."

"I agree. Come here, now." The petite girl, clad still in just the dog collar, came over, standing in that awkward attention pose. 

"Get on the bed with us, slut. At the foot of the bed, in your place. On your hands and knees." Delia complied, her butt pointing toward the mirror. 

"Turn around and present your cunt and ass to us for inspection. Yes, slut." The smell of her arousal mingled with the scent and taste of Bobbie's juices still wet on my lips. Bobbie put her hands on the girl's asscheeks, pulling them apart slightly. She had a tiny pink rosebud of an anus; I saw it twitch as Bobbie stroked it with her fingertip. 

"Hmm. Lula? Do you think she's clean and pretty enough there? She likes things in her asshole, because she's a dirty little slut."

"Weeelll...she looks O.K. It looks clean. Her pussy does, too. Wet, though."

"I think everything passes inspection, slut. At least how you look and smell. Taste?" Bobbie looked at me, offering me the right to judge. I leaned in and gave the little cunt one long hard slurp from clit to anus, pausing in the stroke only to jab my tongue into her vulva once. Delia drew her breath in sharp; I dipped my tongue back into her pussy and pumped it in and out for several strokes. Delia's cunt muscles tightened around my tongue. Her little pussy was snapping tight, and she was creaming on my tongue. I pulled it out; Delia groaned.

"It tastes not bad, really. I'd say she passes that inspection." I licked a little juice off my lips. She didn't taste as sweet and tart as Bobbie, more musky, but very yummy, still. 

"All right, then. But the little whore wanted you to service her. Make her come. Isn't that what you wanted, little slut? To have Miss Lula eat your little slut pussy until you had an orgasm?"

"Yes, Miss," Delia replied, sounding abashed, like she was admitting something shameful. 

"You don't get to have Miss Lula make you come unless we want to reward you. I'm not going to let you come at all, unless you act like a good little slut. And before you can do that, you have to be punished." She moved to get out of the bed. "Come on, Lula, let's eat. Breakfast, that is."

We sat at the little table, still naked. She called to the girl still doggy-style on the bed. "Turn around so your pussy is toward us. And stay there like that until we are ready to deal with you, slut."




Breakfast and Discipline



I thought it would be weird and maybe unpleasant to eat breakfast with some slave girl crouched on the bed – I've always found it rude to eat in front of people not eating, even if they aren't hungry, much less a naked woman in a dog-collar – but no, I had a hearty appetite, and the almond and chocolate croissants were delicious. So was the coffee, and the fruit. And at various points Bobbie and I would reach out and play with each other while we ate. 

"So I think we should probably flog her. Or spank her. Maybe both?" Bobbie asked me conversationally.

"Both. Definitely both."

"Yes. I'd like to do it hard enough that she remembers how naughty she's been. That's why the flogger, I think. She likes the cane, since she's a really dirty slut, but we don't want to make her feel that good...what do you think you're doing with your hand? Don't you dare touch yourself while you're like that, slut! Anyway, so a good smacking, then I think I might want to take her ass. Or her cunt. Maybe both. Does that sound good?"

"With the strap-ons? Yes. How about...both ass and cunt, at the same time? I bet the little whore can handle a double-stuffing."

"Yes. Definitely. She just tried to play with her cunt, did you see that? I think that's going to cost her."

"Mmhm," I said around a bite of croissant. Swallowing, I added, "Maybe a double-stuffing, then a little more spanking."

"And she's going to have to make us both come. And maybe...maybe if she does it good, we'll let her come. I'd like for us to get her as close as possible, then just stop. Maybe a few times."

"If she tries to touch herself again, definitely." I drank another sip of the excellent coffee. "I'm just about full."

"Me too, darling. I'm really hungry for more fucking, but we have a duty to chastise this little bitch first." She ran a finger up my thigh. "Shall we?"

I took her hand and sucked her fingers before replying. "Let's."

Bobbie walked over to the girl on the bed, running a hand along her ass. Then she paused and smacked her ass hard. Delia flinched and gasped; I saw the red stain of handprint appearing on the pale skin. Bobbie smacked the other cheek, with the same results. 

"Lula, would you look in the second drawer and get out the flogger? The black one."

I found the one she meant – it was obviously the heavier-duty one of the two in there. The handle also appeared to be a dildo. Hm! Yep, definitely a dildo. Well, nothing like a versatile sex toy; amazing how inventive they've gotten. I grabbed a bottle of lube, too. Bobbie spanked the girl a few more times behind me.

"Thank you, baby." She took the flogger from me and gave me a quick kiss. Delia's rosy pussy glistened beneath her cherry-red ass; she was arching her back and whimpering with a glazed smile on her lips. 

"Stop moving, little slut," Bobbie whispered to her, pinching her labia together hard. This made Delia gasp and pant.

"Look at her. That little slut likes it," I said.

"Yeah. I don't think I've made it hard enough for her. Get ready, slut." She pulled her arm back and let fly. The flogger made a little whipcrack noise as the tails sailed through the air to snap on Delia's ass. The tips of the tails also made satisfying red marks when they landed, and Delia made satisfied little noises as Bobbie pulled her arm back to smack her with it again. And again. 

After she'd flogged her perhaps a dozen times, she paused and handed me the flogger. Then she pried the swollen abused asscheeks apart gently. "Push up a little, bitch, so we can look at your slutty little cunt and asshole."

Even though the flogger hadn't gotten near her twat, it looked almost as if it had, because Delia's twat was so red and swollen with arousal it looked abused. 

I ran a finger along the soaking-wet slit while Delia quivered. "This bitch is really turned on by this."

"Yeah, she loves it. She's a slut. You can't get anywhere near that pussy without her wanting you to fuck it, or eat it, or finger it."

I slipped two fingers in. As wet as she was, there was no resistance. "She's got a teeny little tight pussy, though."

"Don't be fooled. She wants something big in there, though. She likes it big. Bigger the better. Stretch out that cunt, and she's your little slut for good." 

I turned the flogger over in my hands. The dildo handle was flexible, and not too thick, and seven inches long. "This isn't THAT big, but big enough to make it rough and punishing?"

"Wellll...I don't see why not. She's been well-behaved about her punishment. Maybe giving her a little something she craves...but fuck her hard with it. We need to really punish her pussy."

She casually pumped two fingers into Delia's hole. "This little slut is so wet and slimy it's going to be hard to make it really rough and tear her up, but why don't you try?"

"O.K.," I said. I put a tiny bit of lube on the black rubbery dildo, even though I didn't think it was necessary. But we were going to really slam this girl's twat, so...more is better.

Bobbie pulled her fingers out and pulled the lips apart to display Delia's vaginal opening to me. "Put it in now."

"Right," I said, sliding it fast and hard right into the little tunnel. Delia wailed and wiggled and writhed against it as I slammed the dildo all the way in and pulled it all the way out. She poked her bottom at me, wanting it back in her. I slammed her with it again, this time pulling it most of the way out on the upstroke. And again and again, as hard and fast as I could do it, all the way in her and then almost all the way out. She humped it furiously, squealing and gasping and moaning; her juices were now all over my hand. 

"Damn, what a horny little slut," I said. "Ooo, that's nice," I added, because Bobbie had crouched down next to me and was laving my cunt with her warm tongue.

She licked and sucked me while I slammed the dildo into Delia's accommodating cunt, showing no mercy. Not that any was asked for, because the girl was humping along with that glazed dazed smile, taking everything I gave her. It was so hot to watch the dildo in my hand being slurped up by an aroused little wet cunt, then to look down and see Bobbie lapping on my pussy. I knew I was about to come; judging from the sounds she was making and the inflamed, engorged, and juicy state of her pussy, Delia probably wasn't far off, either.

I grabbed Bobbie's hair and held her face into me as I came; my other hand stilled as I climaxed. That didn't faze Delia; she kept humping on the dildo, driving it into her pussy. As I came down, Bobbie stopped licking and raised her face so we could kiss while I resumed the hard impaling of her roommate's twat. Then Bobbie began licking Delia's juices off my hand, which made me falter a bit since just the sensation of her tongue on my hand nearly made me come again.

Delia's moans and grunts were getting louder, "Miss Bobbie...Miss Lula...may I come, please?"

Bobbie smiled and pulled my hand. The dildo pulled out of Delia's cunt, trailing juice. "No. You don't get to come."

Delia cried out in frustration, her whole body quivering, her hole gaping, dark, and wet, the lips twitching.

Bobbie moved to her head, then sat down on the bed with her legs spread and her gorgeous twat under Delia's gasping mouth.

"Make me come now, little slut. Make me come good. Then you're going to make Miss Lula come. And if you do a good enough job, maybe we'll talk about letting you come."

"Yes, Miss." Delia hunkered down on her arms and lowered her mouth to Bobbie's waiting pussy and began to lick. Bobbie grabbed up her hair and held it roughly aside so I could watch her being eaten out. The girl didn't have much in the way of technique or finesse – she just stuck her tongue out and licked at Bobbie's clit and labia – but she was showing some enthusiasm. And Bobbie was pretty worked up, and a tongue licking your cunt is a tongue licking your cunt...and it's going to be pretty nice as a rule. 

I felt a small pang of jealousy watching Delia licking my new lover's pussy, but it was damped down by arousal. 

"Lick my pussy, little slut. Eat it. Come on...you're going to have to service me better than that if you want to be a good little slut..." Bobbie pulled hard on the girl's hair, moving her tongue away from the clit for a moment, then Bobbie yanked her in closer. "Eating my pussy is better than any fucking with a cock you can get, isn't it, bitch? You're fucking lucky I'm letting you eat my pussy."

"Mmm..." Delia's attempt to agree was muffled by Bobbie's cunt. She was still just licking, but she was having to do it harder in that position. Bobbie was pulling her hair to guide her tongue faster. I moved to the head of the bed and took one of Bobbie's tits into my mouth, sucking her nipple hard, biting it a little. She sighed and stroked my head with her other hand. I sucked hard, feeling her nipple engorge in my mouth, tweaking and pinching and fondling her other soft big tit at the same time. 

"O.K., bitch, I'm about to come on your nasty little slut face. Lick it hard, and don't you dare stop...come on, lick it, bitch..." I switched to sucking the tit I was fondling, caressing my hands along her other tit, her neck, her belly, liking the way her skin twitched at my touch. Bobbie was humping Delia's face, her hand tangled in the red-blonde hair, forcing the girl to keep the rhythm Bobbie needed to get off. 

She cried out and slammed her hips up into the air, pulling on Delia's head, her whole body trembling as she came. She lowered her hips and loosened her grip on the girl, still having little aftershocks. I stroked her skin and she shrieked and writhed; she was post-orgasmic over-sensitive. Did that stop me from the stroking? No. I pinched both nipples gently, eliciting another bout of writhing. Then I relented.

"There," she gasped. "That wasn't too badly done, little slut." She pulled Delia's head back into her soaking twat and rubbed it hard, smearing the girls nose and lips and cheeks with her pussy juice, then thrust her away. "I've gotten off, so I'm done with using your nasty little tongue for the moment."

Delia was trying to catch her breath again; she started to raise her hand – presumably an automatic reaction of wiping at her wet face – then thought better of it.

"What do you say, little slut?"

"Thank you, Miss."

"Thank you for what?" Bobbie prompted.

"Thank you for allowing me to eat your pussy and make you come, Miss Bobbie."

"Hm. All right, then." Bobbie leaned over to look at the clock. "It's only ten. We have plenty of time, right, slut?"

Delia looked pleased. "Yes, Miss."

"Lula," Bobbie said. "Baby, you need to come too, don't you?"

I was sitting up now next to her. I put my hand on my pussy and spread the lips to show off my cunt to them. "Yes, I think I really do."

"Delia, get up and kneel on the floor while we get ready. You're taking up too much space here, slut."

Delia complied and Bobbie got up too, going to the dresser on surprisingly-steady legs. "Lula, would you like fucking or licking?"

I pondered. "I'd like both, come to think of it." I got onto my hands and knees on the bed, and reached one hand between my legs to play with myself, pulling on my labia to open my wet cunt, rubbing my slit showily. 

"Oh, hell yes, baby. Aah, I need to fuck your pretty little puss-puss now." Bobbie had dropped out of character for just a moment, but brought herself back in as she selected a harness and dildo – the wonderful blue one, no less – and strapped it on. "Little slut? Lick this and make it all wet. Now." She came over and squatted a little to put the dildo in Delia's face, slapping it against her cheeks. Delia licked along the length of the dildo; Bobbie slapped her across the face, not very hard. "Take it in your mouth and suck it, whore."

After Bobbie deemed the dildo lubed enough by her sub's ministrations, she commanded her to get on the bed. "Get under Miss Lula's cunt and let her squat on your face. You're going to lick her clit while I fuck her."

"Yes, Miss," Delia rose and did as she was told, positioning herself carefully in a sort-of 69 so my cunt was hovering over her mouth. I lowered it to her waiting tongue but held off on pumping, just making contact between my clitoris and the tip of her tongue. That was hard, not pleasuring myself on her tongue right away, but waiting 'til Bobbie had gotten behind me and began probing me with the tip of the dildo. Also, Delia's legs were splayed open and her pussy was in ready proximity to my mouth and hands, and it was really hard to hold off and not start eating or fingerbanging, because I could smell her arousal so strongly I was tasting it, and I was ready for more pussy. But I knew that NOT pleasuring Delia's cunt was part of this. I was kind of hoping she would forget and start playing with herself so we could take advantage of that too.

"Yesss..." Bobbie hissed as she eased the length of the bulbous dildo along the walls of my vagina. I moaned. "Oh, yeah..." Bobbie murmured, fondling my ass. "My sweet little baby girl. We're going to make this so good..." She remembered the submissive girl poised under me after the rest of the dildo had found its way into me. "Lick her clit, slut." 

Delia began lapping at my button; I adjusted my positioning (tilting my butt up and lowering the top part of my body slightly, which brought my face closer to Delia's wet pussy) so that I could move my hips so the sub girl's unfocused tonguing was more in rhythm, and so Bobbie's surrogate dick was fucking me in just the right spots. 

Riding the face of the person licking you gives you a lot more control of their tongue than other positions, at least for me, so I was ready to get off from Delia's licking pretty quickly – especially with the stimulation of the blue monster my lover was fucking me with. I had a small sharp orgasm from clitoral stimulation, bearing down on Delia's face until the contractions petered out. Bobbie had paused in the pumping during my orgasm. It really wasn't enough, so after we'd all stopped for a moment – I pushed Delia's face away roughly as I arched up, to take my clit from her tongue – and I'd caught my breath, Bobbie resumed fucking me. When I was no longer too sensitive, I ordered Delia to tongue my labia – "Don't you touch my clitoris until I tell you, bitch" – while I pressed on the place just above my mound to enhance the pressure on my G-spot. That was too awkward because I couldn't keep my body balanced; luckily Bobbie took over and pressed there with one hand while gripping my hip to help stroke the fake cock into and out of me. 

"Baby, do you want me to pull out when you're coming?" I knew Bobbie knew what I had in mind; pulling the dildo out if I was going to squirt was going to keep it more directed.

"Ohhh...I'll tell you when...yes, right there, keep it going just like that. You, slut. Lick my clit now. Not hard...yes." Just a little wriggling of Delia's tongue added to my pleasure without distracting from the serious fucking I was getting. 

Bobbie pressed more firmly on my belly as I moved faster. The sensation was cresting, I was being drawn into the climax.

"I'm gonna come...gonna...now...pull out NOW! Aaaaaahhhh..." As Bobbie pulled back sharply on her hips to slip the dildo out, I burst into orgasm with a yell...and (as I'd hoped I would) ejaculated. A stream of clear fluid jetted out and splashed onto Delia's face and chest. She was startled, and since her mouth was open she coughed and sputtered a bit when it hit her mouth, but recovered like a champ and swallowed it. When a second, much smaller stream followed as my cunt muscles convulsed again she was prepared for it, latching her mouth firmly onto my cunt and gulping as if thirsty. The third little squirt also disappeared into Delia's mouth and down her gullet. She managed it so smoothly I wondered with a tiny bit of my brain – if she'd had experience with female ejaculation before. Bobbie had said she wasn't really bi, and Bobbie wasn't a squirter (well...not yet, anyhow. I was hoping to elicit that at some point). My legs shook, my whole body jerked, and finally I had to collapse, just still with-it enough to keep my pelvis raised enough so I didn't just slam down on the girl's face. 

Bobbie embraced me from behind, lowering herself so her breasts pressed against my back. Keeping my knees still up so I was tented over Delia, I held Bobbie against me by reaching behind and clutching her hip to me, the feel of her soft smooth warmth against me filling me with a sweet glow. 

Bobbie kissed my shoulder and neck with abandon. "Oh, my darling...oh such a sweet girl...you are so beautiful...so fucking sexy...that was so beautiful..."

I turned my head a little so our cheeks were touching. "Thank you, baby...that was wonderful...you are so marvelous..."

The movement of Delia's legs in front of me pulled me back from the warm fuzzy a little. She was gently swaying her knees back and forth, which (not coincidentally) was stimulating her clit a little since it meant the tender skin was being pulled. Yes – the girl was very furtively trying to masturbate. 

I released my grip on Bobbie's hip and pushed Delia's legs apart with my hand, giving her inner thigh a resounding slap. "No, no, no! Baby, did you see what the little slut was trying to do?"

"Ohhhh, I'm glad you caught her. Was she trying to play with herself?"

"She was trying to get herself off by moving her legs."

Bobbie got up off my back; I raised my cunt – still dripping a little – away from Delia and brought myself up and back to sit on my feet. The ejaculation was a big smear of wet all over my pussy and thighs and a pool of it was soaking into the sheets. Delia's chest and face gleamed with it; as I watched, a drop off my come slid off the side of one of her little round breasts onto the bed.

"Was she? Were you doing that, little slut? Trying to make your naughty slut pussy happy? Answer me, whore."

"Yes, Miss." Delia said in that schoolgirl voice. "My naughty pussy is all excited. So I was being naughty."

Well, we're going to have to deal with that now, too. Instead of doing what you should be doing, which is making sure we're satisfied, you were trying to please yourself."

"Yes, Miss."

Bobbie stroked my belly from behind, and touched my thigh. "You're a bad little whore. Miss Lula is soaking wet after that come. You had better ask if she will let you clean her up. As bad as you've been, she might say no. Sit up now, bitch."

Delia moved into a sitting position, cross-legged, which gave me a nice view of her cunt. She peered up at me. "Miss Lula, can I help clean you up?"

I sat back, leaning on my hands, keeping my legs straight and parted. "With your tongue. I want you to lick it all up off me. Now."

"Yes, Miss." She knelt between my legs. I drew them up and pulled her hard toward my cunt. 

"Lick my thighs clean to start with." 

She complied. It felt fucking great. "Yeah, slut. Hey Bobbie? A tongue-bath from this bitch is great...that's enough on the legs. Lick my pussy clean, now. Lick all of it up, slut." I lay back to better enjoy the laving. "Yeeeeah...oh look!" I flicked my outer lips apart with two fingers. "Now I'm all turned on again. See what you did?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Do you like the taste of Miss Lula's come, little slut?" Bobbie, still wearing the strap-on, brought over a fresh, folded towel and handed it to me for when I was ready.

"Yes, Miss. It's so good. I loved drinking your come, Miss Lula."

"Thank you," I replied. "You were a good slut to help me come like that. Now lick me some more. I think I'd like to get off again now, since you've turned me on by teasing my pussy. Yeah, like that. Stick a finger in my cunt, bitch."

While Bobbie removed her harness and rummaged around in one of the drawers, I fucked Delia's face to a quick but satisfying come. After I pushed her off the bed away from me and told her I was done with her, she got back into her position on the floor to wait for her next orders. I wiped myself dry with the towel and blotted the really wet place on the bed so it wouldn't be too wet for us to deal with. When I looked up, Bobbie was holding a strap-on harness attached to the biggest dildo in the drawer. It was a "lifelike" penis, with veins and so on, and was a good ten inches long and about two inches in diameter. Long and thick and textured. It was bigger than the cucumber I'd fucked Bobbie with the night before; I'd have been hesitant to penetrate myself with it. She was also holding another harness and a neon- purple anal probe. She leaned over and we shared a long kiss. 




Breakfast and Discipline



"Now: little whore, you did an adequate job making me come, and a very satisfactory job helping me make Miss Lula come like that. You also swallowed her come down very nicely. But you did try to be sneaky and masturbate without permission. So: you get both reward and punishment." 

I slipped out of the bed and took the proffered big dildo strap-on. As I was putting it on – the base was designed with little ridges, and once it was on, they nestled snugly in my cleft against my clit – Bobbie continued. "If Miss Lula is agreeable, she will lie down and you will mount her cock and she will fuck your pussy as she pleases. You will accommodate me with your ass at the same time. Is that understood, little whore?"

Delia's cute face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. "Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."

"If we feel like it, we may let you have an orgasm."

"Ohhh, thank you, Miss!"

"Not that you really deserve one, slut. So, maybe or maybe not," I added. Bobbie grinned and nodded. Hey, I wasn't bad at this game after all. 

I lay back on the bed, dildo jutting toward the ceiling. Bobbie poured some lube into her palm and rubbed it onto the dildo until the whole thing gleamed.

"Now stand up, and get on the bed. Position your cunt over the cock." The girl did, straddling me. I hooked a finger into the ring on her collar and pulled her gently (I had no idea how much pressure you should exert on those so as not to actually hurt, so I was going to err on the side of caution), and with my finger still hooked into her collar, carefully maneuvered her down so the massive buff-colored dildo's head was poking at the entrance of her cunt. She was smiling again.

"Now take it in your hand and feed it into your cunt, slut." She did, lowering herself gingerly onto me until it was fully inside her and her stiff trimmed pubic hair brushed against the harness. 

"Now fuck Miss Lula's dick, little whore. You take it in so easily because you're a filthy little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Miss. I'm a filthy slut and my cunt always wants to fuck..." She began to bob up and down on the dildo; the motion and friction was making those little base ridges stimulate my clit under the harness. It was well-designed because even with the girl's weight directly bearing down on the dildo, the ridges didn't press too hard or roughly, but just hard enough. 

Delia was bouncing up and down on the dildo easily, but her hole was stretched so tight around it that the teeny pink nubbin of her clit had popped out like the very small erection it was. It was both cute and hot. Bobbie had strapped on the anal dildo; she leaned over and slapped both of Delia's asscheeks – not too hard, but hard enough to make the sub girl pant. Then Bobbie hunkered down and held the girl's ass open and explored her anus with her tongue. I had a great view of this in the mirror, watching Bobbie flicking the tip of her tongue against the sphincter, finally making it yield to open a bit to the moist pressure. Delia slowed her sliding up and down the dildo as Bobbie rimmed her. I sucked my thumb to get it wet, then rubbed it in light circles on the tiny pink erect nub. Delia's smile grew and her eyes closed as she rode the big cock while having her clit rubbed and her asshole licked. 

After a minute of this, Bobbie rose up, grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some directly onto the purple anal probe jutting out in front of her, getting it good and lubricated. Then she leaned over and pushed Delia's shoulders down so she was more bent over me, our faces now six inches apart. The girl's eyes were closed and her hot breath flowed against my cheek as she panted. I moved my hand away from her clit – it was too cramped to keep it there in that position – and pinched one of the little nipples dangling over my own. Delia smiled more, and a tiny thread of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. I pinched both nipples hard and she moaned. I moved my hands to her asscheeks, pulling them apart further to expose her anus better to my lover. Bobbie lowered herself, steadying the anal dildo with one hand, and guided it to its little pink target. 

"Stop humping the cock, bitch, for a minute. I'm putting this into you right now."

"Yes, Miss," Delia whispered. As I held her ass open, Bobbie carefully slid the probe into her butthole, hesitating right after the tip entered to let the girl's anal muscles relax enough to accommodate the rest of it. Delia breathed deep to help relax and make her penetration easier. Once the probe was in to the hilt, Bobbie gripped Delia's hips right next to my own hands so we could control the rhythm together. 

"Now both your holes are full, aren't they? How does that feel, bitch?" I asked Delia.

"Ohhh, it's gooood, Miss Lula...thank you!"

"Start it up, darling Lula, so I can follow," Bobbie told me. With a good grip on the girl's hips, I moved her carefully up and down on my dildo. Bobbie picked it up and moved her hips likewise in rhythm, first so when one dildo was inside its hole, the other was almost out, then as it got steady enough, we were moving so that both thrusts in were simultaneous. After we'd really gotten it going, I looked over to watch us in the mirror. The girl was truly double-stuffed. 

She was moaning and begging us to keep fucking her; she seemed to love having both pussy and asshole filled at the same time. Meanwhile the dildo's nubs were getting me close to getting off. I didn't want to, since then I might be too sensitive to keep that thing on my clit, and this wasn't about me and my pleasuring. I reached between where we were joined and, asking Bobbie to hang on a sec; I adjusted the thing slightly so the nubs were no longer in direct contact.

Soon after we resumed, Delia started to breathe harder. I looked down and saw her clit was now distended and flushed bright pink – she looked like was very close to orgasm. 

She confirmed it right then: "Miss...Bobbie, Miss Lula...can...can I please...please have permission...to come? Ohhhh...please..."

"Well, we have to agree on it: Lula?"

"I think we should let the bitch come. She's sorry for being naughty and she's done a good job of it."

"I think so too. Yes, slut, you may come whenever you're ready to."

Delia's happy smile widened. "Thank you...Miss Bobbie...Miss...Lula..." She continued to take the dildos in cunt and asshole good and hard. I licked my thumb again and gently applied it to her clit again. She smiled in pleasure, so I gently swirled it around.

The added stimulation took her over the edge. She threw her head back and yelled: "Oh shit, oh yeah! I'm COMINNNNNGGGG!" We slowed the mutual pumping; I pulled my thumb away from her clit. "No, rub! Please! Please!" She begged, so I resumed frigging her while her cunt muscles strained against the dildo and her anus did likewise around the probe.

As she quieted, Bobbie carefully pulled out from her ass, moving away to the bathroom. I brought my thumb up to my mouth and sucked it while Delia quieted, still keeping the huge dildo lodged in her cunt. She seemed in no hurry to dismount.

She opened her eyes. "Thank you so much, Miss Lula," she breathed.

"Good slut," I said. Seeing her cunt like that was so pleasing, and it was clear she wasn't too stimulated, so I gently caressed her splayed labia and clit. She began carefully grinding on the dildo again. 

Bobbie walked back in while Delia was fucking the dildo again and I was rubbing her. Bobbie leaned over and we kissed, me pulling her into it, then whispering into her ear: "Thank you, beautiful. I want to get you off now." She touched her lips to mine in reply, then straddled my face facing toward my feet, so she could watch Delia getting fucked. My nose was pressed into the space between her pussy and her anus, and my tongue explored the now familiar crevices of her pussy. I slipped my tongue in and she rode it for a minute like Delia riding the dildo. I could see in the mirror that Delia was watching me eat Bobbie's cunt while she was bouncing up and down on the dildo. So here I was, face buried in the sweetest pussy ever, while fucking another girl with a dildo and rubbing her clit. Heavenly.

Bobbie came first, yelling and fucking my face harder. I jammed a finger into her while she came; she loved that. Watching me tongue-fuck Bobbie to climax was the very thing for Delia: she panted that she thought she might come again, did she have permission? "Yeah..." gasped out Bobbie, "...so fucking come already."

So she did, pumping her hips wildly to get her full release.

Bobbie swung her leg over and dismounted, then reached over and grabbed one of Delia's nipples, twisting slightly. "Get up now, slut. You've gotten off more than you deserve." 

"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss Lula," she said, rising from the slick big dildo, her pussy looking sore and swollen.

"It's almost eleven. That means we should have just enough time for one last very quick punishment, then your lazy slut ass needs to go up and get ready for work, right?"

"Yes, Miss Bobbie."

I'd gotten up and was removing the strap-on, taking it into the bathroom for cleaning. I dropped it next to the other one in the shower. When I returned, Bobbie was sitting on the bed, with Delia across her lap, getting her little ass spanked. 

Bobbie stopped and pushed her off (carefully, I noticed) onto the floor. "All right. We're done with you. Go away now, slut."

"Yes, Miss." Delia was so pleased with herself, and her sore pink ass and pussy. She scampered to the door. "Thanks, Miss Lula, Miss Bobbie."

I sat down next to Bobbie; she told me to lie down on my tummy so she could rub my shoulders. While she massaged me, we heard the shower go on upstairs. Bobbie leaned in and kissed my neck. "Was that O.K., baby? Not too weird?"

"It was actually...kinda great. Gardening was the furthest thing from my mind the whole time."

She chuckled and kissed me. "Damn, you are the sweetest thing! After she's gone to work, we'll clean up, but I'd rather just sit here with you right now, O.K.?"

"Yes, baby, I think that's a good idea...do you think that was all good for Delia? Me and all? Did I do O.K. for that?"

"Sure! You were really good at it."

"It was fun. More fun than I would have guessed. I have to ask, though...out of curiosity..."

"Hmm?"

"When I squirted on her, she handled it so well, it was like she knew exactly what to do. But you said she isn't really about girls..."

"Yeah, I'm the only girl...well, up to now...that she's been fucked by. And yeah, I don't squirt." She started massaging my shoulders again. "But she really loves piss play."

"Ah! I should have guessed."

"Again, not really normally my thing, but..."

"I dunno, I would have said this was not my thing, but it sure was fun, really."

She pulled me to her and we kissed long and deep. We got under the covers and made out, not actually fucking, until Delia came down to thank us again – acting and looking quite normal and matter-of-fact and chitchat before heading to work. After she'd headed off, Bobbie and I kissed some more, had a quickie, and got down to cleaning up and getting dressed...sort of dressed...to go upstairs and eat lunch and watch a movie, and hang out. For a while. Then we decided we needed to fuck again...you get the idea.



Breakfast at Britney's



I met Maurice two weeks ago on a local chat-room on the Internet. We were supposed to exchange pictures, but I convinced him otherwise. Although I consider myself very attractive, I am a bit overweight and didn't want to be prejudged by it. Over the last few days, our little romantic small talk took on a more sexual nature. He had a smooth speaking voice that soothed me. I actually came on myself once or twice during our conversations. Finally we agreed to meet at my place for breakfast, and if the weather forecast held up, they said it'd be a warm spring day, then we'd spend the afternoon in a local park. But as usual here I am sitting around waiting for him to show up and he's already twenty minutes late. I was just about to pull out my all men are dogs bag when the doorbell rang. I wore a short but not too raunchy skirt; with a tight white blouse making sure I had plenty of cleavage showing, and three inch, black open toe sling-backs. 

I checked myself in the mirror by the front door. My below shoulder length stringy blonde hair was had a luxurious glowing radiance as did my hair. I guest all the money and time I spent in tanning salons had paid off and my soft blue eyes were alive and fully alert. Over all I thought I looked great. Of course I'd look better wit twenty to thirty less pounds. But no body's perfect. 

When I opened the door, I nearly lost my breath. Oh my God this man was gorgeous.

"Uh, good morning Britney right?"

"What took you so long?"

"Oh I'm sorry, there was an accident on Queens Blvd, and the traffic was murder, I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He answered with a shy; boyish like charm that melted any hostility I had against him.

"Well our breakfast is cold, but if you like I can just heat it up in the microwave?"

"Breakfast that would be perfect."

"The kitchen's this way." I motioned for him to follow me. Once again I glanced into a mirror on the sidewall. His eyes were totally focused on my switching behind and if looks are any indication, he liked what he was seeing and the feeling was mutual.

Halfway through our meal, he placed his fork down and looked longingly into my eyes. "You know when I spoke to you the other day, I could tell you were a beautiful person, but now that I'm here with you, I must say you're just as beautiful on the outside as well on the inside and for you to go through all this trouble just for me, I'm truly flattered."

"It was no problem, no problem at all." I answered feeling the energy between us.

"Well, shall we get down to business?"

"I thought we a greed to take our time?" I rebutted.

He took a fork full of eggs and hash browns and began finishing his meal. I could see he was nervous being here with me like this and I loved it. He had the softest baby blue eyes, yet there was something sad and soulful about them like a lost helpless puppy. Even with his shirt and tie on I could tell he had a body right out of Muscular Development Magazine, the one where every man on the cover is showing his six-pack abs. I fought the urge to run across the table and just burry his face in my breast. 

He finished the bacon, eggs, and hash browns quickly, drank the Welch's grape juice and was now sipping on a cup of coffee and lustfully staring at my breast. I began to wonder if inviting here was such a good idea.

"That's a beautiful chain you're wearing, is that your birthstone?"

"Yes it is, it's an emerald."

"May I touch it?"

"Only if you promise to behave yourself."

"Scout's honor." He raised his hand mockingly.

He got up from the chair moving like a snake stalking his prey. His eyes were focused and intense. The warmth of his hand so near to me, nearly made me pull away, but I held firm.

"Yes it's truly beautiful."

As he slowly pulled away I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants practically inviting me to touch it. 

The dinning area is the centerpiece of my townhouse separating the kitchen from the porch. I especially love mornings like this that allowed the golden sunlight to filter in. I had a bit of a green thumb so between the many plants trees and flowers outside and the plants I had inside it really gave the area an exotic appeal. Perhaps that's what he was feeling, when he looked about, and then trained his eyes on me once more. 

"I think this place is fantastic, it's so warm and relaxing."

He might've been referring to my home, but he and I both knew what he really meant. My imagination went wild with fantasies of him stripping off his clothes, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that the room wasn't the only thing warm. I decided to distract my growing arousal by cleaning off the table. 

"Hey let me help you with that." He offered grabbing a few items off the table and following behind me to the sink. I could feel his eyes burning on my backside. Like small grain sandpaper he was subtly wearing my resistance down.

"Here don't forget these." He reminded me casually stepping behind me dropping the silverware into the sink. I don't know exactly what pushed me over the edge, maybe it was his cologne, his hot breath against the back of my ear, the way he placed his hand on top of mind, or even that damn bulge again, or maybe all of the above. Whatever it was, my cool demeanor evaporated the second a deep soulful groan escaped my lips, as my legs slightly buckled. 

"The feeling is mutual baby." He panted in my ear, placing one hand on my hips and pulling me back against his hard body. 

"I thought we agreed, to wait?" I asked again realizing the hypocrisy of the statement.

"Maybe but our bodies betray our thoughts." He countered grinding seductively on my ass.

"But we barely know each other"

"That maybe true, but let's deal with what we do know. You've got me as hot as an oven in a pizzeria. You can't be too far behind me. So now the real question becomes not should you or can't you, but will you? Will you let go and enjoy in the spender, the magical sexual attraction we have for each other, or will you hold on to the rigid collective philosophy of the herd. Following along blindly like a little lamb trying to please others, while ignoring what burns in your heart. If we were to indulge ourselves in sharing our passion, what's that to someone else? What could they know, how could they know?" He asked, as his other hand slid between my legs and he pulled the hair away to lick my neck and upper back.

"Please, please stop now." I pleaded with him.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do......please you. Will you let me?"

He spun me around cradled my head in his hands and placed his lips inches from my own. "Will you?"

My lips, my legs, my heart were all trembling from the touch of this man. He pressed his lips against mind and I tried to prevent his tongue from getting inside my mouth, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate and parted like the Red Sea, allowing his warm moist tongue to slide right inside. In a last ditch effort to maintain my dignity, I gripped his strong shoulders attempting to push him away, but the heat of his powerful muscles made me melt, turning my resistance into total surrender. I wanted to scream, I wanted to runaway, but I had already gone too far. I closed my eyes, shivering as his hands drifted down either side of me, lifting my blouse and forcing their way inside and down my skirt, palming my ass cheeks, virtually lifting me off my feet, pulling me deeper and deeper in to his overwhelming embrace. Not until he pulled away and traced his tongue from my bottom lip, down my neck and between my breasts, did I realize that I had stopped breathing.

I stuck my thumb in my mouth, trying to suppress my lustful cries, as he pulled my skirt up over my head freeing my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh my noo." I moaned the moment his tongue began making tight spirals around and around my erect nipples, occasionally nibbling them teasingly. Just as my body was adjusting to the pleasure he was giving me, he sank to his knees, stabbing his tongue in and out of my belly button.

"OOOOH, YESSS, I'M...I'M SOOOOO, HOT FOR YOU!" I shouted.

"You're so beautiful, I want to feel myself deep inside you baby." He replied.

His hands were all over my body. Yanking down my panties. I watched his head disappear between my legs.

"WOOOOO, WOOOOOWEEE, AHHHH!" I couldn't help myself; it was as if he'd taken control of my body. Once again he lifted me off my feet and placed me on the edge of the sink, eating, licking, sticking and jabbing his stiff tongue in my hot pussy and danced about my clit. 

"Ohhhh I love it, I love it." I cried barely recognizing my own voice. His hands slid inside my pussy and I body went into an orgasmic state. I loved every second of what he was doing to me. He was making my body come alive. Then he rose up between my legs. I bit my quivering bottom lip, observing him tantalizingly remove his clothes, revealing his centerfold like body. And suddenly he stood there naked waving a long hard-uncut dick at me moving closer, and closer until I could feel the heat of his throbbing member right at my entrance. I balanced myself as inch by inch his magic stick pried me open. 

"SSSSSSS, Yeah you feel...you feel so warm inside." He growled pushing deeper. Teasing my burning love canal. He nearly pulled out, leaving only the tip inside and then he'd plunged back inside. Each time he pushed forward his long hard cock touched new and undiscovered places. I wrapped my legs around him and urged him on as he gained momentum. Soon I trusted the strength of his arms holding me and thus wrapped my arms around his neck and met his thrusts head on. The longer he continued the more forceful our thrust became until I thought I'd scream, and I very well would have but I countered his erotic attack by biting, nibbling and licking his ears. 

"OOOOOH YEAH...OOOOOOH YEAH, IT FEELS LIKE...IT FEELS LIKE...HEAVEN INSIDE YOU!" His words hummed in my ears as he backed away. 

Somehow I gained strength from his weakened state and launched into action. Climbing off the sink, I crawled on my knees and snatching his hard dick into my hands, plunging down onto him tasting my own love juices. None of that matter now. My primal sexual beast had been set free and there was no putting her back now, not until she was satisfied. 

"Oooh shit baby, Ooooh shit ooooo what are you doin?" He cried falling against the door panel trying to fend off my relentless assault on his cock. But I'd have none of that. It was my turn now. I hollowed out my cheeks and made loud sucking noises each time I popped him out of my mouth. His legs were trembling. He managed to push my head away, but I countered his move by going up and underneath him. Placing his balls in my mouth. I ran my tongue back and back forth down the length of his cock to his balls and back to his asshole. Once I pushed two fingers beyond his sphincter. I knew momentum had swung and he was now at my mercy. 

I grabbed his hard cock and literally pulled him outside onto my porch deck. Running my hand along the large middle vein of his throbbing tool, I quickly bent down while filling my mouth with saliva, opened my mouth and spit all over it, watching it bounce and bob up and down. 

It was still pretty cool outside considering the fact that we we're both naked, I bent over on to a small bench exposing my pussy to him, arching and pointing my backside to him beckoning him to enter. And when he did, we both nearly collapsed to the floor. He gripped my hips and began pumping and pumping inside me like a wild man, at first we moved together with the harmonic unison of Destiny's Child, but that's when he struck something so deep inside me that I saw spots before my eyes. 

"OH GOD, OH GOD, NOOOOOO, NOOOOO, BABY IT'S...SO DEEP IN MY PUSSSSY!" My body started shaking uncontrollably lost in rapture, lost in ecstasy, lost in passion, I felt the tears rolled down my face. It had truly been too long and I had never felt anything like this before. My orgasms came like waves in the ocean rising and falling. He gripped my shoulders for leverage as he commenced to pummel my aching pussy until. 

"OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH YEAH, SSSSSSSSSHIT!" 

As he pulled out I immediately felt his hot jism fire up the length of my back along with his sweat dripping down from him. We stayed like that for several minutes. Finally he took my hand and led me back inside. 

Maybe an hour or so later, we lay on my sofa when he rose up and looked at me. "I hate to bring this up, especially after all that, but if we can't take care of business today, when do you think we can?"

"Huh, what are you talking about baby, we just took care of business and to tell you the truth I'm ready for more." I countered.

"Oh I don't mean that, I was talking about setting up your alarm system."

"Huh, what?" I shouted.

"Yeah, I'm from Armstrong Securities, I came to take an assessment of your home for the free installation of the new security system. Remember I spoke to the other day and you said I could come by whenever?"

"OH SHIT, YOU'RE NOT MAURICE!" I Shouted.

"No, my name's Vince Macintyre. "

"I would've passed out if it weren't for the doorbell ringing. And guess who it was at the front door?" 



Breakfast at Harry's



"Oh my God, my head hurts." I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't cooperate. "Where am I?"

"You're in my bed, big boy."

"Who are you, and how did I get here?" I finally got my eyes open to see an attractive woman, perhaps 40 dressed in a white blouse and white shorts standing a few feet away from the bed. She was slim, trim and looked fresh as a Daisy.

"I'm Harriet but everybody calls me Harry. I'm Paul's aunt, and I brought you here. You were to drunk to drive, so they asked me to take you home. You passed out in my car and I didn't know where you lived so I brought you here."

"I'm Ed, Shirley's grandfather. Now I remember, the wedding, Shirley and Paul got married. Oh God, I think I had a lot to drink at the reception. I've got to go to the toilet. What happened to my clothes?"

"I know who you are, and I took your clothes off before I put you to bed. Use this robe. While you're in there, you might as well take a bath and brush your teeth. You stink like whiskey and your breath is worse. I've put a towel and a spare toothbrush on the counter by the basin."

"Ah... did we...er... do anything?" I was beginning to feel human and was disappointed that I may have missed something important.

"Not on your life! It was all I could do to get you in the house. I slept on the couch. Would you like something to eat after you bathe?"

"I sure would, but something easy, my stomach is a little queasy."

She left the bedroom and I made my way to the bathroom on very unsteady legs. After brushing my teeth and ten minutes or so of the warm soothing water washing over my body I felt like I might live, or at least, hoped I would, but I still had a pounding headache in my right eye. My tongue felt very thick. The only thing I could think of that might help me would be three aspirin and a pot of hot, black coffee taken intravenously. I noticed that the robe she gave me was a mans, and almost big enough for my six-foot two-inch frame. I came out of the bath wearing only the robe, to discover that all my clothes, shirt, underpants and socks were missing.

I was standing there, reeling, in a stupor, trying to understand what was going on when she stuck her head in the door. "Come on sleepy head, breakfast is ready."

I don't think I said anything until I had the first cup of coffee. Then, she brought me some aspirins and I tried to eat the Western omelet she had prepared. I found out that she was a widow, 49 years old, and Paul's [the groom] mother's older sister. The robe I was wearing belonged to her husband who had passed away three years ago. My missing clothes were in the wash and would be ready in 30 to 40 minutes.

By the time I had finished the second cup of coffee, the aspirin were beginning to work, the swelling in my tongue had subsided, my stomach had quit revolting and had decided to accept the omelet.

I told her about me. I had taken early retirement [a buyout by my business partner] at 57 when my wife took sick and I nursed her for two years before she died last year. Since then I had done nothing socially until my granddaughters wedding yesterday.

Over my third cup of coffee we really got acquainted before she left the room to put the clothes in the dryer. I sat there, reminiscing about the last few minutes, the wedding yesterday and what had happened in my life the last few years. When I thought about how much I missed my wife and how much she would have liked to see her eldest granddaughter married, tears came to my eyes.

I was sitting there, elbows on the table, head in my hands, sobbing quietly when she came back in. She came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders. "It will be OK, I know how you feel, it took me a long time to get over it too."

The soft gentle touch of her hands and delicate aroma of her perfume only made it worse. I turned around, put my arms around her waist and wept openly. We just stayed like that for quite a few minutes until I began to realize that my head was pressed hard against her very soft breasts. I released her and mumbled an apology.

She gave me a strange, cocked head look, and said, with a marked increase in her breathing, "I understand, and I didn't mind ay all, in fact I kind of liked it."

I could never rationalize what I did next, I got up, took her in my arms and kissed her, long and deep. I should have been surprised when her lips parted, inviting my tongue but I was so wrapped up in the moment that it felt natural as my tongue probed her mouth.

I wasn't even aware of my erection until her hand went down, found the open front of the robe, and took hold of it. "It doesn't look like you're sad any more," she giggled.

It had been over two years since another human being had touched my cock, and I told her so. "Oh look at that, I'm honored. Are you sure it still works?"

"Keep rubbing it like that and you'll find out in just a moment."

"Well, come on. It's been well over three years for me. Let's don't let it go to waste."

Using my penis as a handle she pulled me back into the bedroom. I was surprised to see that she had remade the bed while I was having breakfast. The linens, and in fact the whole room, smelled, like her, fresh and clean.

She helped me off with the robe and I pulled her blouse off over her head. She turned around and I undid her bra while she stepped out of her shorts and panties. When we were both nude, she turned back around and we kissed again, only this time, it was my turn to explore and caress both her obvious and her hidden delights. Her breasts were soft and inviting with large pink aureolas and very firm nipples.

We moved to the bed and she lay down on her back with me at her side. Again I kissed her mouth and let my tongue invade her lips, feeling the smoothness of her teeth and the sweetness of her tongue. I left there to kiss her ears then worked my way down to her neck, her shoulders, and finally those wondrous breasts. The firm little nipples were tantalizing and became even harder in my mouth. She was clutching my head to her breast, little moans of delight each time I sucked on a nipple or swirled my tongue around the corona. I continued my downward journey, to her stomach, her belly button, and finally to the little nest I was seeking. I moved around so that most of my body was off the end of the bed, my head between her legs and her legs were over my shoulders.

I was in heaven. I hadn't done this to another woman except my wife in almost 40 years and not even her in the last three. I savored the taste of the sweet, salty, liquid that I so remember as a prelude to sex. I was so lost in my reverie that I barely noticed that she was pulling my head as tight into her as she could and was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. When I finally noticed, I renewed my assault on her clitoris with my tongue and mouth.

It had been so long since I had given another human this kind of pleasure that I was taken with the emotions of the moment. I think that there were tears of pleasure in my eyes as I fucked her with my tongue. I wanted her to cum, to give me the ultimate satisfaction, to enjoy what I was doing to her as much as I enjoyed doing it.

I got my wish. Her entire body stiffened, I could feel her muscles tense, and her legs almost crushing my head in a scissors lock. Her low moans became a loud, continuous wail that must have lasted well over the minute, then she went completely slack and released the death grip on my head.

She was gasping for breath when she said, "Oh my God, I don't remember it being like that. Come up, I want to feel you inside of me, just take it nice and slow and easy."

I was feeling pretty good about myself and was proud of what I had done for her but once I put my cock in her pussy there was no such thing as slow and easy. I tried, but animal lust took over and within seconds I was ramming my dick into her as hard and fast as I could. Two years of abstinence betrayed me and a very few minutes later I reached a climax that left me so weak that I collapsed on top of her. It was my turn to gasp for air. I rolled off onto my side and just lay there, too spent to move. She nestled her head in the crook of my neck and shoulder, making little contented, almost cooing, sounds. I fell into a troubled sleep with a confusion of erotic dreams about my dead wife and Harry. I awoke to find her nursing on my flaccid penis.

I moaned a little and pushed my hips to meet her down stroke. "MMM, did I wake you? I was only playing, do you want me to stop?"

"Not on your life but I'm not sure that its still working."

"Let me worry about that."

My fears were groundless. With the art of a skilled magician she slowly nursed me back into fighting shape. When it was restored to its working size and condition she straddled my legs and positioned herself so that she could lower her pussy, millimeter by millimeter, onto its throbbing head. The silky warmness of her body was the most soothing and at the same time the most erotic thing that ever happened to me. She slowly raised and lowered the velvet sleeve that was her pussy until I just couldn't hold still any longer and I began to meet each downward stroke with an upward thrust of my own.

She was sitting upright while we fucked like young lovers. My hands were on her breasts, her head was canted forward a little and her eyes were closed, completely oblivious to anything except the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of her.

I wanted it to last forever but it was too enjoyable. In just a few minutes I could feel myself building toward the second climax that I had experienced in less than two hours. I began to push harder against her, trying to drive my dick as deep into her as it would go.

She looked down at me and smiled. "Let it go baby. Cum for me. Make me cum again!"

And I did! With my back arched I could feel spurt after spurt of my cum shoot deep inside of her. I could feel the muscles of her pussy alternately contracting and releasing as she milked the last drop of my semen from me. Again, the funny little grunt, and I could feel her pussy tighten and hold as she matched my orgasm. This time she collapsed on top of me.

"Did you know that I serve breakfast every day?"

I didn't know, but I found out. From then on, I never had breakfast anywhere else.

Copyright (c) 03-17-2000 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author



Breakfast at IHOP



"I am starving." I giggled as James and I stumbled out of the Red Door. We had been dancing and drinking for hours, and now I wanted food. "Can we stop at IHOP?"

"Sure, IHOP sounds good." James replied, opening the car door for me.

"Such a gentleman." I laughed, plopping down into the seat. "That deserves a reward." I turned to James as he slid into the drivers' seat. Scooching over, I kissed James deeply, practically climbing into his lap.

"Come on baby, we've got to get going." James smiled as he gently pushed me back into my seat.

We drove the short distance to the IHOP and I jumped eagerly out of the car. "Mmmmm. Pancakes."

As we entered the restaurant I noticed that there were no other patrons in the entire place. Just a bored-looking waitress flirting with the cook. And the waitress was cute. Kind of short, blonde hair and a wide smile.

I grinned at the waitress, noticing her nametag read "Beth" as she seated us. Beth grinned right back, her eyes taking in my ample cleavage. She never even looked at James.

I settled into the blue vinyl booth, squirming against the seat. Beth looked good enough to eat.

James and I perused the menu, discussing what we might like to have for breakfast when Beth came back over to get our drink order. 

"What can I get you two to drink?" Beth asked, grinning playfully at me. Her query was directed to both of us, but she again looked only at me.

"I'll have some coffee." James said, sending a meaningful glance my way as he noticed the manner in which Beth was staring.

"Me too." I grinned, winking at Beth.

Beth winked back, and flounced away from the table, waggling her pert ass as she went.

"She sure is checking you out." James laughed.

I turned from where I had been watching Beth. "She was, wasn't she? But then I was checking her out too." I grinned. "I wonder what time she gets out of here?"

Beth came back with our coffee, and I invited her to sit down with us. "Grab a cup, have some coffee." Beth sat down next to me, grinning.

"No coffee, thanks. I drink too much coffee working here." I pulled the menu over and we began discussing which items Beth recommended. Beth kept leaning in further and further until her breasts were resting against my arm. I turned my head and looked deep into Beth's blue eyes. She licked her lips and leaned in just a bit further.

Unable to resist, I kissed her. Beth's lips were soft and warm, parting for my gently probing tongue. She tasted like coffee and cream, with just a hint of cigarettes. I found the taste wildly arousing. I did not want to stop kissing her, but James cleared his throat, startling both of us and we drew apart.

I grinned at James and made a face at him. "Just ignore him, Beth. He's just jealous." I turned back to Beth.

"No, no." Beth sighed, sliding from the booth. "I am supposed to be working right now." Beth straightened up and took out her notepad. "What can I get for you tonight?"

"I'll have the Egg and Pancake breakfast." James said, handing the menu to Beth. "Eggs scrambled hard."

I sighed. What I really wanted for breakfast was Beth. "I'll have the Pigs in a Blanket."

"Coming right up." Beth said, smiling at me as she walked off to the kitchen.

I glared at James. "What the fuck?"

"What, you were going to have her right here in the middle of the restaurant?" James asked. 

"I was considering it." I replied.

"Really?" James asked, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You'd do her right here, right now?"

"Yeah, I would. And I will. But you cannot interfere." I growled. "You can only watch. Got it?"

"I got it." James grinned, leaning back in his side of the booth and stroking his cock through his jeans.

Beth brought our food and set it down on the table, leaning over as she did, giving me a clear view down her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her perky little tits were topped with strawberry-colored nipples. I started drooling thinking of getting my lips on those.

James and I picked at our food, as Beth came over to our table repeatedly. She appeared to be getting increasingly concerned that we were not happy with our food.

"Can I get you something different?" Beth asked, glancing at my uneaten food.

"Yes, you can." I replied. "This is not what I wanted to eat." I grinned wickedly at Beth, putting the most suggestive emphasis I could on the word 'eat.'

Beth giggled and glanced over to where the cook was reading the newspaper behind the wall leading to the kitchen. "And what did you have in mind instead?" She grinned, leaning against the table.

I reached over and wrapped my arm around Beth's hips, pulling her up onto the table. I slid down the booth and into a position between Beth's legs.

"This is what I had in mind." I grinned, placing Beth's legs over my shoulders and lifting her short skirt. To my delight I found that Beth was not wearing any panties. Beth slid forward on the table, opening her legs further for me. I leaned in and breathed deep, enjoying the musky scent. Then I flicked my tongue out and across Beth's clit. Beth gasped and slid to the very edge of the table.

I happily dove in to Beth's wet snatch. She tasted sweet and a tiny bit salty and her lips were puffy and slick with her juices. I licked from bottom to top, pausing briefly at her clit with every lick and Beth began to squirm and moan.

Beth reached down and tangled her hands in my hair, pulling my face in tight against her wet cunt. "Yes, oh yes, please..." She moaned. Her clit was incredibly hard, practically standing up and shouting for my attention. I was only too happy to comply. I sucked that hard little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it rapidly. Beth sucked in a deep breath and moaned. I could tell from her squirming that she was close to cumming and so I stopped. I wanted to taste more of the lovely Beth.

I raised my head from Beth's crotch and found her with her head thrown back and her blouse open, one hand pinching her nipples. I pushed Beth back slightly and then laid her down on the table. James had had the foresight to move our plates to a nearby table, and he was sitting in a chair with his hard cock out, stroking it as he watched me eat our waitress.

I leaned my head in as I knelt on the booth and suckled Beth's tits, licking and biting at her hard nipples and causing her to moan loudly. I slipped a finger into her dripping snatch, slowly finger-fucking her as I continued to tease her nips. 

Beth spread wide for me, draping her legs on either side of the table. This allowed me full access to her hot pussy. She was incredibly tight, her passage grabbing at my finger as I slid it in and out of her. 

"Oh. Oh. Fuck. Yes." Beth moaned, her head tossing from side to side as I worked her over. But I wasn't ready for her to cum yet. I wanted her to cum on my face.

I moved around to the end of the table, grabbing a chair from the table next to us as I went, and knelt down on the chair in front of Beth's wide-open cunt. Beth had begun playing with her tits again, pinching and pulling on her nipples. 

Then I had an idea. Grabbing the syrup from the table behind me, I slowly poured a thin stream of maple syrup onto Beth's cunt. Beth gasped and looked up at me. I grinned wickedly and then began to lick the syrup off. And the syrup was all over the place. 

I spent some time searching out every drop of syrup in Beth's juicy pussy, causing Beth to produce more syrup of her own. I licked and sucked and nibbled on Beth's cuntlips then drove my tongue up into her, using it like a tiny cock. Beth moaned and begged me to make her cum, saying that she would do anything if I would just make her cum.

Taking that as my cue, I once again sucked Beth's throbbing clit into my mouth, sucking and biting slightly. Beth's hips began to buck and then she screamed that she was cumming. I felt her thighs tense and then she drenched my face in pussy juice. I was in the process of licking Beth clean when I heard a male voice behind me.

"What the hell is going on here?" I turned around to find the manager, whose nametag read "Milton," standing behind me. He did not look pleased. Beth sat up quickly, covering herself.

"Just having breakfast." I replied, turning to face Milton. "Is there a problem?"

"This is a family restaurant." Milton replied. "I could have you arrested! Now get out. Get out and don't ever come back!"

I gathered up my stuff and was preparing to follow James out the door when Milton turned to Beth. "As for you! You are lucky today was your last day. Otherwise I'd have fired you!"

Beth flipped Milton the bird, gathered her stuff and walked out right behind James and me.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal." Beth grinned at me, waving as she got in her car.



Breakfast at Les Deux Magots



Les Deux Magots

It was summer. It was hot. It was humid. It was my first time in France. But more important, it was my first encounter with your voice. It was sexy, uninhibited, and erotic. My friends keep telling me that I need a little more excitement in my life so I decided to be spontaneous and take a trip which left them all speechless. But the jolt I got when you walked by and said "excuse me" excited me more than one could ever hope for in a foreign place. 

I scooted my chair in to let you go past and was gifted with a sensual "thanks" for my actions. It was so nice to hear someone speaking English. It was nicer when I turned to see you being seated at the table behind me in a pair of cool linen pants draped heavenly over a very nice ass. The thin shirt on the obviously defined arms was no slouch either. As the smell of your cologne wafted by on the hot summer breeze, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and held it, enjoying the smell of home and the scent of a clean man. At that moment, my waiter arrived and, in a horrible attempt at English, tried to ascertain what I wanted. I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying. 

After 4 attempts, your voice came through with "he wants to know what you would like to drink." Embarrassed that I couldn't figure that out on my own, I sheepishly say thank you and give my order. The smell of you continues to waft over tantalizing my senses. I let my imagination take over for a moment and try to have it conjure up what you look like since I have yet to see your face. It completely fails me. All it comes up with is a nice, sinfully naked body with no face. I laugh out loud at myself. 

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see you twisted around looking at me. I am absolutely astounded because I know who you are the moment our eyes meet. You are the man in every one of my forbidden fantasies. You were the man who fucked me on a plane. Who came on my face in a secluded spot on the highway in the rain; At a spot overlooking the ocean on the hood of your car where you drilled my tight ass; In the corner of a dinner club against the wall. On a tropical island with 4 of your friends; In your hotel room on multiple occasions in different locations and different positions; In my hotel room upside down on the balcony; In my office where you came all over my huge breasts. In the Outdoor Mezzanine section of the Hollywood Bowl where anyone could find us if they only looked up; In the back seat of your car; In the shower where I worshipped your rock hard dick; Almost in an elevator; And the sensual hand job underneath the table at a Black Tie event filled with people. 

You smile when I don't say anything right away and ask quizzically, "Do I know you?" Even though I was smiling, I was so confused because I KNOW I had never actually met you before this moment. "Yes. We have sex all of the time." I reply knowing now that I have to either be dreaming or suffering from heat stroke. "That's what I thought" you reply laughing. Since I KNOW it's not real, I take charge of my fantasy. "Can I taste you before I eat breakfast?" I ask as I take your hand and lick your fingertip. Your sensual smile tells me I can do whatever I want. I kiss your fingers showing each of them the same measure of love and appreciation. I slowly put one finger in my mouth and suck it like the sweetest candy I've ever tasted. Then the next and the next until each was tingling from all the attention it had received. 

I then stand up and brazenly stand over your sitting form as I start to kiss you. I kiss you deeply... then aggressively... which turns into hungry passion! As I seductively kiss you in front of an unknown number of non-existent people, I reach my hand down and begin to stroke your quickly hardening manhood through your pants. As we continue the lust-filled kiss, I begin to undo your pants to release your restricted prisoner. I move my lips from yours to venture to your ear, then your sun~kissed neck, then to your fully engorged dick. I feel your quick intake of air as I deep throat you unmercifully. I hear people speaking in French but since I don't speak French, I could care less. 

As you sit there letting my mouth fuck you, you reach down and unbutton my shirt and begin to manipulate my hot, huge breasts and nipples. I moan with a mouthful of dick which in turn, gives you a little more pleasure from the hum. I let my wet hands squeeze you as they slide up and down following my lips and tongue, winding with each stroke. I suck your head as I let my hands stroke you before I plunge you back in to my tonsils. The swallowing sensations from the back of my throat make you squirm. I feel the throbbing begin as I lick and kiss and suck you. I speed up then slow down as I enjoy the manipulation you are doing to my erect nipples in this outdoor oven. One more plunge before I stand up and leave your beautiful erection in all its glory.  

I lift my skirt and slowly remove my panties making sure they don't get caught on my heel. I can still hear the incessant chatter of French words as I pull your pants down just a bit to have full access to you. As I straddle you, I kiss you then grab your dick and, after a couple of strokes, slide my soaking wet lady flower down your shaft until it is being completely swallowed. I am already pulsating and shaking as I ride you in the middle of Les Deux Magots on this hot summer's day as if no one is watching. I slowly and erotically slide up and down on you taking you all in with every stroke. My body in turmoil every time you hit my spot. I know that if I go any faster I'll cum all over you and I am definitely not ready to do that yet. I feel your hands on my hips guiding me up and down as I hold on for dear life as you begin to meet my thrusts with your own. I try to slow down because the moment is quickly approaching and I won't be able to hold it back much longer. You keep me at a feverish pace and continue pounding into me. I feel you in the pit of my stomach with each stroke as you fill me completely. The smell of your cologne, my perfume, and sex permeate the air. Everything was silent except for the scream that tore from me with my orgasm. You keep me raised at just the right height so you can continue to fuck my overly sensitive clit. I feel the sensation beginning again and know that it is inevitable. Harder and faster you go until I feel your hot cum shoot into me mixing with mine. I sit on your lap with my arms around your neck as we both just breathe. 

I open my eyes to see the faces of the non-existent people. Some are scowling, but most are smiling and clapping, still speaking in their un-intelligible language looking all too real. I stand up and pull my skirt down and grab a napkin from the table to wipe you off. You stand and pull up your pants. I place a 20 on my table and we walk away from this outdoor eatery as if nothing was amiss. We go our separate ways with nothing more than a hug and a quick kiss. 

The next morning, I awake from another glorious dream in my hotel room where I had slept with the windows open to feel the cooling summer breeze, to a simple breakfast tray and a newspaper. Emblazoned on the front was a picture of two people in the middle of an outdoor restaurant obviously having sex under a title which read "Américains fous ont des rapports sexuels à Les Deux Magots". Wow! Too bad I don't read French. It looks like it could be an interesting story. 



Breakfast at Manny's



Megan and I had been living together for the last two years, and things were going so well that I decided it was time to pop the question. One Friday I bought a suitably extravagant engagement ring that I felt she'd love and hid it away until the next morning. I intended to propose over breakfast.

Breakfasts were a special time for the two of us, especially on the weekends. Megan and I loved to fix elaborate meals together and then linger over them for several hours, sipping coffee, reading the newspaper and working the crossword puzzle together. So it seemed very appropriate for me to propose at a time we both cherished.

She was deep in the editorial page when I felt the time was right. The newsprint in front of her face screened me from her view, so I was able to slip around the table and kneel in front of her without being noticed. I opened the box containing the ring, held it up in both hands and ostentatiously cleared my throat.

When she lowered the paper and saw me there, her eyes widened in astonishment. "Megan," I said in my most sincere tone, "waking up beside you in the morning and enjoying breakfast together these last two years have been so wonderful that I want to keep doing it for the rest of my life. Please make me the happiest man in New York City by agreeing to become my wife."

I waited for her squeal of delight and fervent embrace, but all she did was sit there in stunned silence, her face reddening by the moment. Finally she took the ring from my hands and looked at it for quite a while before handing it back to me with a sigh. "This is not the way I'd wanted to tell you, Jake, but I've been seeing someone else. I was going to move in with him next week, but I guess we'll have to move up our timetable now. I'm sorry."

I remained kneeling in front of her, so stunned that I was unable to speak. She looked at me again. "It is a beautiful ring," she said wistfully. Then she arose and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I could hear the chirp of her cellphone and the tones of a hushed conversation.

When the doorbell rang an hour later, Megan rushed to open the door, admitting a tall, attractive-looking guy about my age. As I sat apathetically on the couch in my pajamas, he and she began carrying her belongings from our apartment out to what I presumed was his car. Neither of them said a word to me as they worked, but, as they were leaving for the last time, she paused at the door and cast a pitying look at me. "Have a good life, Jake," she said quietly, and then she was gone.

I don't remember anything else about that weekend, and if it were not for my Outlook calendar, I probably wouldn't remember anything about the week that followed at the law firm either. I think (hope) I was able to focus on the cases I had and the clients I saw, but I can't be sure. Over time, however, the opportunity to immerse myself in my profession offered a sort of anesthesia that helped me survive. During the day I could bury myself in work, but the nights were hard and breakfast was harder still, especially on the weekends. Not only did I have no distractions then, but every aspect of breakfast -- food preparation, reading the newspaper, working the puzzle -- held excruciating memories.

After a few weeks of misery I resolved to do something to try to break the cycle of self-pity into which I had fallen. So instead of fixing my solitary breakfast as usual, I got dressed one chilly morning and left my apartment to look for someplace else to eat. 

I'd only walked a couple of blocks before I came across a neighborhood restaurant that wasn't part of a chain. The sign over the door said "Manny's" and below it was a blue neon sign that read "Open for Breakfast." 

When I entered, the place was surprisingly busy, which I took for a good sign. If my neighbors patronized the place, the food must be okay, I thought. A man -- I later learned he was the owner -- approached me and asked, "How many for breakfast, sir?" I felt a twinge of pain as I told him "one."

He steered me over to a table with two chairs against one wall, and seated me so that I sat facing the door. I was glad he had done so because I thought it would be nice to observe the people who came and went. That way I wouldn't be eating entirely alone, even though I was the only one at my table.

The menu he gave me was old and laminated with thin clear plastic. Obviously, Manny's seldom if ever changed its offerings. I found that somehow reassuring. There were the usual selections on the page with the breakfast items -- eggs, pancakes, sausage and the like -- but in a small box I spotted "Manny's Homemade Granola" and, on a whim, ordered it.

The bowl Manny brought me was unlike any granola I'd ever seen. There were whole oats that were lightly cooked, chunks of almonds and walnuts, and a mix of dried cranberries and blueberries. I also tasted cinnamon and some other spices I didn't recognize. Initially I feared the concoction would be too dry to eat, but after pouring a little milk over it, I found the cereal delicious. The steaming mug of coffee Manny brought with it proved the perfect complement.

And so Manny's became my regular place for breakfast. Manny soon came to recognize me, and when I went in he would automatically usher me to the same little table by the wall and bring me my coffee and homemade granola without asking. I began to feel comfortable. It wasn't as good as eating breakfast with Megan, but it was far better than eating alone in my apartment.

One morning after I had been seated, I noticed several customers milling around waiting for a table. I thought for a moment and then beckoned Manny over. "If it would help, I'd be glad to share my table with someone else," I told him. He nodded gratefully and went over to the customers by the door. A minute later he brought a middle-aged man back to me, saying, "This gentleman doesn't mind sharing his table."

The fellow nodded at me in thanks, and, after he had placed his order, pulled out his paper and began to read. "Just like Megan," I smiled to myself, and this time the memory didn't seem to hurt quite so badly.

From then on, any time Manny's began to fill up, I'd keep an eye out for a lone customer, wave and invite him or her to take the unused seat at my table. Most of my breakfast companions, after acknowledging my offer, ate in silence, but some took the opportunity to strike up a conversation. If the talk turned to politics or other areas of controversy, I'd retreat behind my own newspaper, but sometimes the other person would treat me like an old friend, talking familiarly about life, family and other topics, sometimes of quite a personal nature. It was as if the anonymity of this chance encounter with a total stranger lowered normal barriers, and my tablemate would freely express his or her feelings, seemingly without reservation. Occasionally I would talk about my experience with Megan, but more often I would just listen, keeping the conversation going with a question or two to let my newfound comrade know I was indeed interested. 

I began to look forward to these encounters: they became a new and unexpectedly pleasant diversion. Having grown up in Manhattan, I had been used to shutting out strangers, never making eye contact much less initiating a conversation. Now, although sharing tabletop intimacies still felt alien, I found the brief, no-commitment exchanges appealing.

One busy Saturday I noticed an intense-looking man enter the restaurant, and I immediately waved to him to join me. A look of relief came over his face and he hurried over to my table. "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find you," he said hastily, "since I didn't know what you looked like."

I immediately realized that he must be looking for someone else, but before I could correct him, a strange impulse seized me. I had, I realized, an opportunity to take my little game in a new direction. It was a risk, but I could always plead mistaken identity if things got awkward. I decided to try it.

"I didn't know how to recognize you either," I said, "but I was sure it was you when you came in."

He nodded comfortably, then sat there, obviously waiting for me to make the next move.

What to say, what to say? "So," I said, trying not to look nervous, "is everything all set?"

He looked at me uncertainly. "Yeah, if you're OK with the price."

I looked at him evenly. "About the price, I don't know if I can go that high."

The intense man became agitated. "I thought we had a deal!" He pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his brow. Restoring it to his pocket, he looked at me again with an imploring expression. "Look, $5oo is a good price, you've got to admit it."

"Yes," I acknowledged, "but $400 would be even better."

He put on a look of pained astonishment, but somehow I sensed that it was false. "You're killing me -- $400 is below what I've got in it."

I decided to play along with him. "Alright, then how about $450?"

The speed of his response told me I'd read the situation correctly. "$450? My wife is going to kill me. But, okay, I'll do it for you -- $450, in cash." 

He extended his hand across the table, but I didn't take it right away. "$450 in cash, but not until I take possession," I said firmly.

"Of course," he said and grabbed my hand. "Just come by my place tomorrow afternoon at 5:00 and it's all yours. You won't regret it." Then he looked at his watch. "Listen, I've got to run. It was good doing business with you. Don't forget: 5:00 o'clock tomorrow, and bring the cash with you."

I nodded, and as he got up he grabbed my check along with his own. "This is on me," he said with a wink before striding to the cash register to pay.

"He was too happy with the deal," I thought to myself. "I'll bet he's only got $300 in it -- whatever 'it' is."

All that day I couldn't get the interlude off my mind. At times I was apprehensive about what I had done. What would happen when I didn't show up at 5:00 with the cash tomorrow? Would he come looking for me at Manny's? But the rational side of me dismissed the concern. As far as the guy knew, ours was a one-time meeting at a neutral location. He didn't know my name or where I lived. Besides, what harm had been done? He'd lost nothing but the price of my breakfast. He still had "it," and somebody out there had offered him $500 for it.

But what really fascinated me was the way I'd been able to insert myself into the other guy's life. Even in our brief interaction I felt I'd had a real insight into his personality, a window into his mind. I also found myself quite pleased with my ability to think on my feet, and I couldn't help but hope I might have a similar experience.

To be honest, I skipped going to Manny's for the next couple of days just in case Mr. Wheeler-dealer showed up looking for me. But I missed the homemade granola, and when I resumed my daily breakfasts at Manny's, nothing untoward happened. I decided that the whole thing was a one-off, and sternly told myself it was just as well.

Not surprisingly, nothing even close to this experience happened over the next few months. As a result, I was caught unawares by what happened one Wednesday in the spring. I was enjoying my coffee when I glanced up and noticed an extremely attractive woman with long blonde hair enter the restaurant. She was wearing a sleeveless sundress, and although the daytime temperatures had warmed up nicely, the morning was still somewhat chilly. Perhaps that was why her nipples were clearly erect beneath the thin bra under her halter top.

She began looking about anxiously, and I quickly stood up, waved and pointed to the empty seat at my table. Without hesitation she walked over to face me. I was so taken with her that I didn't know what to say, and she seemed to be similarly uncertain. Then she reached out and gave me a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek. The brief whiff of her perfume almost made me stagger.

After we were seated and she'd placed her order ("Just coffee for me, thanks"), she leaned across the table. "You don't look like your picture," she said in a voice so low only I could hear. Then she smiled. "You really should get another one -- you're much more handsome than I expected."

Now I thought I knew what might be going on. "You, on the other hand, look exactly like your picture, and I thought it was gorgeous," I responded. She blushed prettily.

We sat there a moment in silence. Then she looked me in the eye and I sensed that she was uncomfortable. "I don't know what you must be thinking about me," she said suddenly. "I've never done anything like this before."

"I haven't either," I told her honestly, "and I'm just a little uncertain about how to proceed."

Somehow that seemed to reassure her, and she brightened a little. "Is Lance your real name?" she asked.

I looked at her solemnly. "No," I admitted, "it's not. I wanted to protect my identity because you never know what kind of weirdos are out there." Then I gave her a mock piercing look. "You're not a weirdo, are you?"

"No," she giggled delightedly, "and Deirdre isn't my real name either. But I always thought it was a beautiful, romantic name, and this seemed the right opportunity to become a Deirdre."

"Then Deirdre it is," I pronounced, "and I'll be your Lancelot, and we'll have wonderful adventures together." I made a half bow in my seat at the table, and she pretended to curtsy back at me.

"So how shall we begin this adventure, milady?" I asked.

"Maybe we could just walk for a little while and get to know each other," she suggested, and I hastily assented. "Just let me call my office and let them know I'll be late," I told her, and she gave me that wonderful smile again.

As we walked down the street, I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders to protect her from the chill. She accepted it gratefully, and I could see that she was pleased with my act of chivalry.

We came to Central Park and began to stroll south along Fifth Avenue. It seemed natural to take her hand in mine, and she was happy to hold mine as well. As the sun shone through the new leaves, we began to talk. At first we only chatted about neutral subjects like the weather and the news, but after a while, she began to describe her upbringing and then her marriage. I listened as I'd learned to do at Manny's, and kept encouraging her with questions and comments.

She'd met her husband while they were both in school and had married right after graduation. He was a good man, decent and kind, but it was clear that he'd been sucked into the game of climbing the corporate ladder and his devotion to his career wasn't helping their relationship at all. He hadn't wanted her to work, so while he was out making deals in distant cities, she was left at home to find what fulfillment she could in continuing education and volunteer work. 

As "Deirdre" described it, his passion for his work exceeded his passion for her. I began to understand how an otherwise demure and proper wife might miss the romance and passion she craved so badly that she might dare seek it out from a stranger.

I looked up and saw we had made it all the way down to General Sherman's statue; ahead of us loomed the Plaza Hotel. I looked at Deirdre and made my decision. "Come with me," I said firmly, and she followed without hesitation.

The room was overpriced, but I didn't care -- I was paying for romance and a one-of-a-kind experience, for her and for me. Now that we were there, she stood before me uncertainly. This was the moment of truth, and it jarred her to face it.

"I'm not sure why I'm here," she procrastinated, but I wasn't about to let her talk herself out of what she had started.

"You know exactly why you're here," I said forcefully. "You're here because you have needs that aren't being fulfilled. You're here because you want the passion and the excitement that your dull daily life doesn't provide. And you're here because I want you more than any woman I've ever wanted before."

She gasped, and I decided the die was cast. "Take off your dress," I ordered, and as I'd hoped she meekly complied. When she had finished, she stood there in her heels and matching underwear. 

The dress had only hinted at how fine her body truly was and I wanted to take it all in. I walked around her conducting my inspection while removing my shirt and tie. She stood there silently, but I noted that her breathing began to quicken. When I bent down to examine her trim hips in her teal green bikini panties, I got a distinct whiff of the smell of an aroused woman.

After I had finished I stood in front of her. "Take off my shoes and socks," I said, and she quickly knelt before me to do so. Seeing her on her knees at my feet sent a thrill through me. I'd thought I'd detected a hint of submissiveness in her, and her hasty compliance reinforced my assessment.

"Now remove my trousers," I told her when she'd finished with my footwear. Quickly she undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down my legs. Once I'd stepped out of them, she reached up for my boxer briefs, but I stopped her. "Touch it," I demanded, and she ran her hands over my erect penis like she was discovering something rare and fine.

"Now remove my underwear," I said, and she hurried to obey. "Take it into your mouth and love it with your tongue," I ordered, and for the first time I saw her hesitate. "Of course," I realized, "she's never sucked her husband's cock." I decided that was going to change. "Do it and be quick about it," I said commandingly, giving her no time to protest.

At first she was tentative, but once she'd taken me deeply into her mouth she began to lave my penis with her tongue, coating it with the saliva that filled her mouth. This act of obedience seemed to arouse her even more.

Quickly her ministrations began lifting me toward a climax, but I decided I wanted to be inside her for the first time so I lifted her up by her arms. As she came off her knees, I laid her back on the bed; then I knelt before her and placed her legs over my shoulders. Her startled look let me know that this too was not a part of her conjugal routine. But a quick lick of my tongue silenced her protest, and then she began to moan as I explored her lower lips, the depths of her pussy, and the little swollen, sensitive knob at the top of her slit.

Soon her moans were replaced by groans that seemed to originate somewhere deep within her. Lubrication began to ooze from her pussy to match the precum now running down my cock. I raised up and brought my cock to her gaping pussy, using my hand to run it up and down the lips. Instinctively her pelvis rocked forward, trying desperately to force me to enter her. Finally, after teasing her long enough, I slid easily into her depths. She cried out at the sensation, and I felt her hands grip my hips to pull me tighter into her.

I wanted to take my time so I began a slow, smooth pace, never bottoming out, never completely withdrawing. In no time at all her groans began to come quicker and she clutched at me frantically. I resisted her efforts to go faster, maintaining my tantalizing rhythm until finally she went over the top. 

Even after she relaxed back on the bed, I never ceased my same pace, giving her no respite from the sensations that she felt in her depths. After a couple of minutes her eyes flew open and she stared at me in disbelief as her hips began to rock again. "I've never . . ." she gasped, and then squeezed her eyes shut again, grimacing as a new wave of sensation threatened to overwhelm her.

This time I was ready too, and I began to accelerate my thrusting until I was pounding into her as hard and fast as I was able. Just as I began to cum, she arched her back off the sheets and screamed. This time we both collapsed.

After a few minutes I rolled onto my side to take the weight off of her while still holding her close. Her hand came up to stroke my chest and she opened her eyes to regard me with wonder. "I've never cum so hard in my life," she whispered, "and never twice in a row." I kissed her gently, and we lay there nuzzling, reveling in the smell and feel of one another.




Breakfast at Manny's



After a while she slipped away to the bathroom, and when she returned I did the same thing. When I lay down beside her, she came back into my arms. After a while I licked her ear and then began to trace soft kisses down her neck. She made a sound like a cat purring.

Abruptly I rolled her over on top of me and pulled her body higher so that my lips had access to her breasts. I began to play with a nipple using my tongue and teeth, and the little sounds coming from her throat told me how much she was enjoying what I was doing. I repeated my erotic torture on her other breast, and I could feel her hips twitch involuntarily as she began to feel the sensations not only in her breasts but also deep within her. 

When she began to moan again, I reached for her hips and pushed her body lower on my torso. She gasped when she felt my erect penis prodding her bottom, and, after shifting to find her entrance, I pushed again so that she was impaled on me. Then I used my hands to encourage her hips to start a rocking motion, and she quickly took over, sliding herself up and back on my length.

After a few minutes, she lifted herself to a sitting position to give her greater freedom of movement and, placing her hands on my chest, she began to rock a little faster. Something about her motion felt exquisite to me, and I realized that it wouldn't be long before I would cum again. I must have been in just the right spot inside her, because suddenly her head shot back and her unseeing eyes stared at the ceiling. She began rocking her hips frantically, desperate to increase the sensations pulsing within her vagina. "Oh, oh, oh!" she began to gasp, each word rising higher in pitch. Then with a long "Ohhhh" she went rigid and we both hit the peak. She collapsed on my chest and I thrust into her a few more times before I too went slack.

When we finally roused ourselves, we returned to the bathroom and showered together. As I soaped her enticing body, I began to grow aroused again, but she reluctantly pushed me away. "I want to, but I have to get back home and I have a long drive," she told me, kissing me to remove any sting from her refusal.

Having dressed and checked our appearance, we left the room and went downstairs. As we walked out into the sunlight of Grand Army Plaza, she turned to me and stopped. "I want to see you again," she said, and my thoughts began to swirl. This whole interlude had been a lark for me, a chance encounter that I couldn't resist but hadn't intended to repeat. Yet something about Deirdre stirred me deeply. Yes, she was gorgeous, and yes, the sex had been mind-blowing, but I felt there was something more, a deeper connection. 

At the same time, a warning siren was going off in my head: "She's a married woman. You don't want to get involved in an affair. Nothing good will come of this." I knew all that was true, but something stronger stirred within me. 

I grabbed her hands so that we were face to face. "I want that very much," I told her sincerely. It took me only a few minutes to work out a plan with her. We'd meet again in a week, but this time at someplace more discreet. I gave her the name and address of a little boutique hotel and we agreed on a time. She threw her arms around me and kissed me intensely, then she jumped into a waiting taxi to take her back to her car. As the cab was pulling out, she rolled down the window. "I can't wait," she said breathlessly, and then she was gone.

Riding to the law firm in my own cab, I kept reliving the morning. I could never have imagined such an encounter; now I couldn't stop thinking about it. My initial elation was soon followed by a bout of guilt. I had deceived her, taken her under false pretenses. But following a few minutes of shame I suddenly realized I was wrong. She had set out to meet a stranger, someone she didn't know. True, I hadn't been the one who responded to whatever invitation she had put out on whatever website or chat room she had used, but what difference did that make? I was a stranger, we'd met and we'd clicked -- oh boy how we'd clicked! The process by which we'd found each other was irrelevant, I rationalized, no different than if we'd chanced to meet at a bar. 

I spent the next week thinking about her. It seemed to take an eternity, but when the appointed date finally came, I was waiting for Deirdre on the sidewalk outside the small hotel fifteen minutes early. I'd already secured a room, not wanting to waste any of our time together.

When her cab pulled up to the curb, I was there to open the door for her, and I could see how pleased she was. We walked into the lobby hand in hand, but when we got into the elevator, she dropped my hand, looked down at the floor, and, said in a small voice, "I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Are you going to discipline me?"

Instantly I realized what she wanted and I resumed my dominant role. "I will decide what is appropriate, not you," I said harshly.

She didn't say anything, but I thought I saw a hint of approval on her lips.

Once we were in the room, she stepped in front of the bed and stood silently before me with her hands clasped in front of her and her eyes cast down. "Remove your blouse and skirt but retain your underwear and shoes," I demanded in a stern tone. 

She did so quickly and I almost gasped out loud. Her conservative attire had concealed a black bustier with cups that barely concealed her nipples. The bottom of the bustier doubled as a garter belt holding up smoky black stockings. On her hips were skimpy black panties, and when she turned to the side to drape her skirt over a chair, I realized they were actually a thong. Once she had finished, she resumed her previous position, not looking at me.

I sat down on the bed beside her. "I am not going to discipline you, because discipline is for adults. But today you were tardy like a schoolgirl, and you deserve to punished like the naughty girl you are," I proclaimed. I saw her shiver, but before she could speak, I grabbed her and pulled her down across my lap. Then I proceeded to paddle her exposed buttocks with my hand, being careful not to hit her so hard as to leave bruises but definitely making sure to turn her backside bright red. She began to whimper, and I could see tears trickling from her eyes. 

Quickly I grasped her upper arms and shifted her so she was lying face down on the bed. Then I grabbed pillows from the head of the bed and stuffed them under her hips, elevating and supporting them. Having positioned her to my liking, I alternated stripping off my own clothes with running my fingers over her bottom and the crotch of her thong. I was not surprised to find the latter soaking wet with her arousal.

"Your punishment is not over," I warned her ominously before yanking her thong to one side and ramming my erection into her enticing depths. She gave a little yelp, but then began to respond vigorously to my intrusions. As I thrust in and out of her, I began to fondle her beautiful ass cheeks. I guess the pain must have dissipated because she began to coo approvingly. Then I let my fingers slip across her little brown hole, and she gave a startled gasp. 

I reached down and retrieved the lubricant I had brought with me. After squirting a little on my middle finger, I began to rub it around her anus, and her moans took on a different tone. Then I applied pressure and my slippery finger slid into her depths. She yelped, and I felt certain this was something else her husband had never done.

I applied more lube and then inserted a second finger. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed, and I thought at first I might be hurting her, but the motion of her hips reassured me. I began to rotate my fingers and thrust them in and out of her, producing deep groans as her body stretched to accommodate them. All the while I continued the smooth rhythmic stroking of my cock into her now gaping pussy.

Suddenly, I pulled my penis out of her, and when she complained, I replaced it with my thumb, rubbing and stroking her while keeping two fingers in her other hole. With my other hand, I applied a large dollop of lubricant to my penis and spread it around thickly. Then I pressed my torso back down on her back, pulled my finders out of her and began to replace them with my cock. It took her a second to realize what I was doing, but then she cried out, "No! I've never done that . . ."

"Be quiet!" I thundered. "I told you that you would be punished. Now be a good girl and accept it."

My voice seemed to have an immediate effect on her, and I could see the muscles in her shoulders and arms relax. Seizing the opportunity, I continued to exert pressure and suddenly the head of my penis penetrated the ring of muscle guarding her interior. She cried out in a mixture of pain and fear, and I held absolutely still. 

After a minute or two, when she had made no further sounds, I cautiously pressed again, and my cock slid deeper inside her. As I did so, she gave a guttural moan. "It's so deep," she gasped, but I realized that I'd heard no pain in her voice. I withdrew slightly, then slid back in again. Once more she gave a long "Ohhh," but I did not stop this time. Instead I began to lengthen my stroke, listening carefully for her response. At first she only repeated her "Ohhs," but I heard her give an "Uhh" when I reached bottom. Soon she was grunting on every stroke and I began to accelerate. Now the "Uhhs" had changed to an almost continuous grunt that sounded like something from some animal. Every time I pulled back she began to pant for breath, and every time I plunged back in her grunting transformed into a little scream. Suddenly she began to thrust back against me. "Harder," she cried, "Don't stop, don't stop!" Then she screamed at the top of her lungs and I exploded inside her.

I'm not sure if I lost consciousness, but when I regained my full senses I rolled her over so that we were off the pillows and spooned together. I reached down and pulled the sheet over the two of us, and we lay like that for a long time. She reached up to take my hand and began to stroke my fingers.

Suddenly she turned so she could face me. "I can't believe . . ." she started and then fell silent. "I've never. . ." she tried again, and again stopped. Finally she said, "That was so incredible, so intense."

I kissed her lips softly. "For me too," I told her.

Shortly after we'd cleaned up, we made love again. This time it was tender and gentle, with each of us relishing the intimacy of the moment and enjoying the ability to give pleasure to the other. It was different but every bit as satisfying as the wild lust we'd experienced earlier.

Later, I was the one who asked, "Can you come next week?"

"Oh, yes," she replied instantly. She lowered her eyes a moment, then looked deeply into mine. "I thought of nothing else all last week. I couldn't wait to be together with you today, and now I need you even more."

I hugged her to me. "I feel exactly the same way," I told her.

We made our plans and then I walked her to the street and hailed a cab for her. I watched until she drove out of sight, and before she disappeared I saw her turn and blow me a kiss through the rear window.

The following week when she alit from the cab outside the hotel, I knew instantly that something was wrong. She didn't smile or speak, just gripped my hand tightly and hurried with me into the lobby and up the elevator. When we got in the room, she threw herself into my arms and began to weep.

"What is it, Deirdre?" I asked anxiously, "what's happened?" 

She led me to the bed and sat down beside me on it. It took her a minute to compose herself. Finally she said, "I'm so scared: I think my husband has found out about us. He's been acting very suspiciously, calling me at odd times from work, checking our phone bill for strange numbers, and lots more."

"I feel so guilty," she went on. "I know I shouldn't be doing this." She took my hands and clasped them to her breast. "But I don't want to stop seeing you. You've made me feel things I've never felt before, and I can't stop thinking about them."

She paused and looked down. Then, seeming to find her courage, she looked in my eyes again. "And it's not just the sex, it's being with you. Even just walking down Fifth Avenue hand in hand . . ." Her courage faltered and she stopped abruptly.

"I know I shouldn't say things like this to you -- it's too fast and I'm afraid I'll scare you away, but I can't help myself," she said, and the tears began to flow again.

I quickly took her in my arms. "It's alright," I soothed, "you're not scaring me."

She looked at me doubtfully. "I'm not?"

"No," I said strongly, "you're not. I feel the same way about you. You've taken over my thoughts, I dream about you at night, I can't wait till the next time I can see you."

She came into my arms. "Oh, God," she exclaimed, "I was so afraid you'd leave me." 

"I can't," I told her honestly. "I won't."

We lay down on the bed, still holding each other. "What are we going to do?" she asked tremulously.

"Don't talk now," I urged. "Let's just hold each other and share this moment."

She began to kiss me urgently, and I responded in kind. Soon we were tearing each other's clothes off, desperate to be as close to one another as possible. This wasn't just sex, it was making love, beautiful and touching yet tinged by the fear of what the future might bring.

Later, neither of us wanted to leave, but fear of arousing further suspicion in her husband prevented us from prolonging our rendezvous. "At least give me your phone number so I can call and check up on you," I begged her.

She looked at me in horror. "Oh, God, I can't. What if he has our phone tapped?"

"Then at least swear to me that you'll be here next week, no matter what," I demanded.

"I swear with all my heart," she said fiercely, and then she pulled me to her as though I was a life preserver in a stormy sea. I felt the same way.

Before she got into the cab this time, she turned back and kissed me gently on the lips. "I love you," she whispered so no one else could hear. Then she started to go, but I grabbed her and pulled her back into my arms. "I love you too," I told her, and then she was gone.

My mind was troubled for the rest of the day. I thought about Deirdre and worried about what would happen with her husband. I thought about myself and was dumbfounded at what I had gotten myself into. But overlying all my thoughts and fears was the certainty that I did truly love her. That realization gave me the confidence to believe we'd find some way to straighten out this tangled mess and be together from now on.

Shortly after I arrived at Manny's on Friday morning for breakfast, the place began to fill with customers, and soon there was a cluster waiting for seating. I noticed a man looking around and motioned him over to my table. He quickly came and sat down, and after he had ordered his coffee he looked at me oddly.

"I didn't know if you'd be willing to see me," he said.

"Another one," I thought to myself, and smiled inwardly. I could use a diversion from my concerns. 

I knew just what to say to get started. "Of course I would," I told him confidently. "Why shouldn't I?" Then I sat there and waited. I'd long since learned the power of silence to impel others to do the talking.

After an awkward silence, he sighed, and I knew I had succeeded. "This is hard," he said, "but here it is: I want you to stop seeing my wife."

A cold metal hand seemed to grip my chest. "Oh my God!" I thought, "it's Deirdre's husband!" I didn't speak a word, but only because I was so astonished to confront him that I didn't know what to say.

Finally he went on. "I know I haven't been the best husband, haven't given her the time and attention she needs and deserves. But the thing is, I love her, and I want you to stop seeing her!"

Now I knew I had to speak. "I don't know if I can do that," I said slowly, "because I'm in love with her too."

He stared at me in amazement. "No you're not," he protested, "you're just using her. She's just a piece of ass to you, a way to get your rocks off."

That made me angry. "You couldn't be more wrong," I said strongly. "I love her, and what's more, she loves me too."

He stood up then, and I did as well so he wouldn't have the advantage. His face was flushed with anger. I noticed other people in the restaurant staring at us curiously.

He shook his finger in my face. "I'm warning you," he said, "stay away from her. I mean it."

I thought he might take a shot at me, but he turned away as if to leave and I dropped my guard. Suddenly he spun around punched me right on the jaw before I could defend myself. The blow knocked me to the floor and stunned me. In a daze I looked up to see him standing over me menacingly. "It's over -- stay away from her," he shouted. I raised my hands to try to ward off the next blow, but he turned on his heel and stalked out the door and into the stream of people outside.

Manny scrambled over to help me. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously, "do you need an ambulance? Should I call the police?"

"No," I told him, staggering to my feet, "I think I'll be okay."

"Sit down," he said, and I was glad to obey. He darted away and swiftly returned with a bag of ice. "Put this on your jaw," he commanded. "It'll help keep the swelling down."

So I sat there in embarrassment, holding the ice bag to my sore jaw while the other diners pretended not to notice me.

The people at the office were concerned when I showed up that afternoon with a bruised and swollen face, but after I told them I'd been slugged by a deranged street person they began to tease me about picking fights with weirdos. If only they'd known!

Fortunately, Manny's ice bag minimized the swelling and bruising so that after a few days you couldn't tell that I'd been sucker-punched. My jaw was still sore to the touch, but I was relieved that it wasn't so visible because I didn't want Deirdre to be scared. If her husband came after me again, I'd be ready.

In an odd sort of way, I was relieved I'd had the run-in with him. Now the cards were all out on the table and she and I wouldn't have to sneak around any longer. If she was willing, I was going to ask her to move in with me; there was no longer any reason to keep up a pretence.

I even did some rearranging in my apartment to accommodate whatever things Deirdre might want to bring with her. To be honest, the place was too large for just one person, so I felt confident she would be comfortable there.

On the day of our next encounter, I couldn't wait to tell her what I had done, and once again I found myself on the sidewalk outside the hotel half an hour early. Time anticipated is time decelerated, and I grew ever more impatient as I paced up and down. 

Finally, a taxi appeared, but when I opened the door, out came an elderly couple who seemed to be from out of town. The baggage the cabbie pulled out of the trunk confirmed my guess.

I resumed my pacing, trying to distract myself by reviewing what I wanted to say to Deirdre when she arrived. Depending on how she reacted, we might even go directly to my place so I could show her around, I thought with pleasure. After a while I halted my little fantasies to check the time and was shocked to discover that it was past the appointed hour. 

What could have happened to her? Probably she was late leaving home, or perhaps her cab was stuck in traffic, I rationalized at first. Then paranoia set in. What if her husband had done something to her? No, that was crazy talk, I told myself. He loved her -- he'd never harm her. But what if he'd persuaded her to go back to the marriage? What if she'd hit her head and had amnesia? What if she'd been abducted by aliens?

Scenarios began to multiply in my head until I felt dizzy. I went inside the hotel and took a seat in the lobby. Ultimately I waited two full hours before admitting to myself that she wasn't coming. I called the law firm and told them I was sick and wouldn't be in until tomorrow. Then I went back to my apartment and lay down. The truth was that I didn't feel well, but I got no rest.




Breakfast at Manny's



I cursed myself for my stupidity. Thanks to my oh-so-clever little games, I didn't know Deirdre's real name, didn't know where she lived, didn't have her phone number nor any other way to contact her. "Oh, God," I realized, "she has no way to find me either!"

The next week was hellish. Every morning I went to Manny's in the futile hope that Deirdre would suddenly appear. I carefully arranged my schedule at the office so I could be standing outside the little boutique hotel at the appointed time, just in case the magic taxi would appear with her inside. I even went by the Plaza Hotel in my desperation.

My vigil proved fruitless; every failure seemed to make things worse. The hole in my heart now was bigger than the one when Megan had left, and this time burying myself in my work provided no relief.

The following week one of the senior partners strolled into my office. "Have you got a minute?" he asked. "A neighbor of mine, Martin Sizemore, has come into the office. He and his wife are looking for some legal counsel. I'd like to help him, but I've got that big trial coming up. Would you see what you can do for them?"

"Of course," I said. Junior partners always agree to help out their senior partners.

I slipped on my suit jacket and we walked down the corridor to one of the conference rooms. My partner opened the door and I stepped inside -- only to stop short in shock. There on the other side of the table was Deirdre's husband! He recognized me too and glared at me. 

My partner was oblivious to our reactions as he made the introductions, and Mr. Sizemore and I warily shook each other's hand in a charade of social nicety. While my partner made polite chitchat, I began to gather my wits, and suddenly a surge of adrenaline swept over me. Mr. and Mrs. Sizemore -- that meant Deirdre was here! At last she and I could reconnect and settle things with her husband once and for all.

As if he could read my mind, my partner asked the question I'd wanted to raise: "Where's Mrs. Sizemore?"

"She's in the ladies' room," Martin Sizemore told him. "She should be back in a minute."

"Fine," my partner replied. "Well, I'll leave you in Jacob's capable hands," and he left the conference room.

Sizemore and I stared at each other, and once again I kept silent. This time he did so as well. Just as the tension threatened to become unbearable, the door opened and in walked an attractive but rather plumpish woman with brunette hair cut short. I stared at her in confusion. When she said nothing, I rudely demanded, "Who are you?"

She was obviously offended by my tone. "I'm Sara Sizemore, of course" she said huffily. "Who are you?"

Martin Sizemore was looking at the two of us in surprise. "You don't know her?" he asked me suspiciously. 

"I've never seen her before in my life!" I said fervently.

Sara Sizemore was becoming vexed. "What's going on?" she demanded. "Who is this person, Martin, and how do you know him?"

Neither of us answered, we just stood there gawking at each other.

Finally I knew what I had to do. "Mr. Sizemore, would you come with me? Mrs. Sizemore, please excuse us for a minute."

She gaped at me in incomprehension that was only heightened when her husband walked to the door and followed me out. I walked down the hall to the senior partner's office with Sizemore following cautiously behind. I think he expected me to slug him at the first opportunity.

I walked into my partner's office and Sizemore came in apprehensively with me. "Something has come up," I said, "and I won't be able to represent the Sizemores after all. There was a legal issue that involved them some time ago. I was with my former firm at the time, and I represented the other party in that matter. As you can imagine, the Sizemores would find it rather awkward to work with me under the circumstances."

My partner looked a little confused, but he muttered, "Of course, Jacob, of course. Martin, I'll find someone else to help you."

Before I left I shook hands with Martin Sizemore again. He gave me a look that was a strange mixture of confusion, apology and relief. I never saw him again.

I didn't go back to my office; instead I told my secretary that I had a last-minute appointment outside the building and caught a cab home. Once there, I collapsed on my sofa and stared at the wall. I felt like when you wake from a dream that's so real you're not sure what's imagination and what's memory.

I hate having breakfast at Manny's now. I can't stand sitting at the same table, seeing the same menu, watching strangers walk through the door looking for a seat. Everything about that place evokes vivid, painful memories that tear at my heart and befuddle my mind. It's torture, but what else can I do? Someday Deirdre might walk in.





Breakfast at McDonald's



Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald's, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast - a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. 

Paul was thirty-nine - still ten years away from middle age, he told himself - and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a cast-iron bitch before the wedding cake was stale, was far behind him. He had had a few involvements since, but had never found what he wanted. 

What Paul wanted was a friend, a lover, and - something else. Something very particular, to him very precious, though a little peculiar. And he had given up on finding it. 

He had no illusions about himself as a rare catch; he knew he was short, a little pudgy, and not particularly handsome. He knew he had a nice, if infrequent, smile, and women seemed to like his eyes; but physically, there was little else about him that women found appealing. 

As a lover, he knew, he was perhaps too gentle and giving. He no longer expected to find a woman who could appreciate him for what he had to offer, though, and had grown used to bring alone. 

But he still dreamed and hoped and speculated. And he still liked to look. 

Paul opened the paper to the comics pages - his favorite part of the paper - and looked toward the front counter of the restaurant. 

He wondered if she would come in today. 

A young woman he had come to think of as "that pretty auburn-haired girl" came in almost every morning and ate a Big Breakfast while sitting across from him. And she always looked sad. 

Paul himself was always saddened by her apparent depression. He suspected he knew the reason for it. 

The woman was, to Paul, wildly attractive. She was his own height, about five-foot-six; she had wonderful dark-auburn hair which she kept very short; big, beautiful hazel eyes with long lashes; full, rosy lips and smooth, clear, pale skin as white as ivory; and a sweet, shy manner that he found charming and endearing. She was, to Paul, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. 

But - she was not as slender, even skinny, as current fashion dictated was necessary for a woman to be attractive. She was, in fact, rather heavy; Paul estimated her weight at around two hundred pounds. 

Which was fine with him. Paul LIKED women with lots of soft, generous, feminine curves that bounced and jiggled when they moved - but so many such women seem so unhappy with themselves. 

And it was clear, to Paul, that this lovely red-haired creature was one of those. She always wore loose, sacklike dresses and layers of fabric in an obvious but futile effort to hide or disguise her size, and she walked in a self-conscious and closed-in kind of way that indicated she'd rather not be noticed. 

Paul found it sad. He had seen it so many times; beautiful but lushly proportioned women who dressed and carried themselves in this way, and who were so clearly ashamed and unhappy. He sometimes wanted to take them by their shoulders and shout at them, "You are BEAUTIFUL! You are DELICIOUS and DESIRABLE and HOT! Anyone in your life who tells you differently is a FOOL! And someday you'll meet a man who can see you as you ARE, and he'll PROVE it to you!"  

He thought of her, sipped his milk, and wondered what her name was. 

So lovely....

And then she came in. 

Frumpy frock, purse clutched protectively to her generous bosom, beautiful eyes darting around nervously - his heart melted, as it always did. 

He wondered what she would look like wearing nothing. Radiant, he thought. 

As she stood in line at the counter, he caught her eye and lifted a hand in greeting; she smiled and nodded to him. Though they had never spoken, Paul's was a familiar face that she saw almost every morning, and they always acknowledged each other with a smile or a lifted hand or some other small gesture of recognition. It had become part of their morning routine over the past few months, ever since Paul had moved to north Dallas.

When she had her tray, she moved toward her usual table, across from Paul - but it was occupied. She looked around in confusion - and, it seemed, in embarrassment. 

Pail saw the reason for her distress instantly. The only unoccupied tables were near the window, high tables with high stools that would be difficult and uncomfortable for her to reach. 

He quickly slid out of his booth and beckoned her, gesturing with exaggerated chivalry at the seat opposite. She smiled gratefully and approached. "Please, join me," he said before she could speak. "It's crowded in here today." 

"Thank you," she said quietly as she slid into the booth. "Are you sure you don't mind?" Her voice was low and melodious, sensual somehow; Paul thought of a well-played clarinet. 

"Not at all," he said with a grin. "It'll be nice to have some company at breakfast." He resumed his seat and smiled at her. 

She smiled back, but said nothing. After a moment, she opened her Big Breakfast and began to eat. She seemed to have a hard time meeting his eyes. 

"My name is Paul," he said. 

She looked up. "Mine's Elizabeth," she said shyly. "My friends call me Beth." 

He smiled again. "May I call you Beth?" 

She smiled back, though cautiously. "Okay." 

They ate in a mildly awkward silence for a few moments. "Would you like to look at the comics?" he finally asked. He offered her that section. "Best part of the paper." 

She hesitated, looking at his face. Paul had the impression he was being measured or examined, somehow. He smiled, and warmly; he just liked her. She seemed as sweet as she was pretty. 

Beth finally smiled back and nodded. "Yes... Yes, I would. Thank you! I've always liked the comics." She took the paper from him and began to read the strips. He couldn't help noticing where her eyes went first, and he smiled again. 

They ate in silence again for a few moments. "What's your favorite strip?" he asked. 

She looked up with an embarrassed smile. "I like 'Love Is...'" she said. Her full, creamy cheeks took on a slightly rosier hue. 

Paul smiled. "Kim Casali's panel," he said. "I like that one too. It's sweet." 

Beth blinked, looked down at the paper, then back at Paul again. "That's right!" she said. Her eyes narrowed and she looked down at the paper again. "Okay, who does 'Pearls Before Swine'?" she asked with a quizzical smile. 

"Stephen Pastis." 

Her eyebrows went up, and she consulted the paper again. "'Get Fuzzy'?" 

"Darby Conley." 

"Okay," Beth said with a smirk. "I've got you this time. Who does 'Sally Forth'?" 

He grinned. "Francesco Marciuliano and Craig MacIntosh." 

She goggled at him, her shyness forgotten. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed. "How come you know so much about the comics?" 

Paul shrugged. "I've loved cartoons since I was a kid," he said. "Other kids read about sports stars; I read about cartoonists. I even cartoon a little myself." 

"Really?"

He flipped the paper to an advertising page that was mostly white space, took a pen from his shirt pocket, and quickly drew a comical head of a bald, mustached man in a coat and tie who was frowning. It took no more than ten seconds. 

Beth looked at it and laughed. "That's amazing!" she said again. "And you did it so fast!" 

Paul grinned and followed it up with quick cartoons of a dachshund, a wide-eyed cat, a puzzled-looking horse, and a giraffe. Beth laughed at each one and looked at him in admiration, her big hazel eyes sparkling. Her self-consciousness seemed to have evaporated. 

"Those are really good! Is that what you do for a living?" 

"No," Paul said with a smile. "I'm a fourth-grade teacher. It comes in handy, though. Saves me a fortune in reward stickers." 

"You're a teacher?" She looked down at her forgotten breakfast and took a bite. 

"Mmm-hmm," said Paul, taking a bite of his own. He swallowed and asked, "What do you do, Beth?" 

She shrugged. "I'm a nanny. I take care of a single mom's two children. She's a teacher, too." 

"So we're basically in the same line of work." 

She smiled ruefully. "Except you have a degree and I don't." 

He made a dismissive sound. "Pfft! The longer you go to school, the dumber you get." 

She looked at him wryly. "You don't really believe that." 

"In some ways, it's true. Like Paul Simon said - "When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school - " 

"It's a wonder I can think at all," they finished together, and laughed. "He's my favorite songwriter," said Beth. 

"Really? Mine too. I don't think he's ever cut a single track I didn't like." 

They looked at each other for a moment, smiling, friends. Then Beth looked at her watch. "Oh, sh- uh, fooey. I'm gonna be late!" 

Paul looked at his too. "Whoops! I'd better go, too. It won't do for teacher to be tardy." 

They gathered their trash and stood. "Thanks, Paul," Beth said, shy again. "This was fun." 

"It was, wasn't it? Meet you for breakfast tomorrow?" 

She looked at him, and Paul once again felt he was being measured. Then she smiled. 

"Sure. Why not? See you tomorrow." 

Paul smiled back, then said, "Here, I'll take that," indicating her tray. "You go ahead. My school's just a few blocks away." 

"Thanks," she said again, and hurried out. 

He dumped the two trays in the trash receptacle, then watched as she walked across the parking lot. ThIs is important, he thought. Will she look back? 

She did. He waved, and she waved back with a smile - a smile that held no hint of self-consciousness. 

Beth, he thought as he started his car. Her name is Beth. 

--- 

The next morning, Paul was waiting at his usual table - with two trays. When Beth entered, he beckoned her over; she pointed at the counter with a questioning look, and he grinned and shook his head, pointing at the table. 

She approached, laughing to see that he had already ordered her breakfast. "Here, let me pay you for that," she said as she sat down. 

"Don't be silly. I just thought I'd save us some time. Small price to pay for good company." 

"Well, thank you," she said uncertainly. They opened their breakfasts and began to eat. He handed her the paper, already open to the comics pages. "Oo, thanks!" she said. 

"Check out 'Pickles" today," he said. "It's really cute." She did, and laughed. 

Then, laughing around a mouthful of biscuit, she asked, "Did you see 'Rose is Rose'?" 

He nodded. "One of my favorites," he said. "A happy family. I like that." 

"Me, too." she hesitated, then added, "It's nice to see two people in love like that. Even if it's just in a comic strip." She looked at him, then reddened a little. 

The moment could have been awkward, but Paul grinned. "I've got high hopes for Luann's brother Brad, too. His romance with Toni seems to be going well." 

She laughed. "If TJ doesn't screw it up," she said. Then she looked at him. "Isn't it funny how you get to care about the people in the comics?" 

"The good strips do that," he said. "They become kind of real. It's like a good book or movie. You can tell when the writer likes his characters." He smiled. "I can see you're a big fan, too." 

She smiled back and nodded, then looked at him curiously. "What do you think is the greatest comic strip ever?" she asked. 

He thought. "That's hard," he admitted. "'Peanuts' is kind of the standard, but artistically it never impressed me much." 

"Mmm," she said, nodding, her mouth full of eggs. 

"I liked 'Calvin and Hobbes,'" he said, and Beth flapped her hands excitedly. 

When she swallowed, she said, "Oh, me too! That strip was such fun! I have a lot of the books!" 

"I have the big collection," Paul admitted, blushing a little himself. "All of them." 

"Wow!" 

....They were almost late again. 

--- 

The next day, they talked about music, and discovered that their tastes matched there, too; the next day, it was movies. The next, books; and then TV shows. They both confessed to being Star Trek freaks. 

That was a Friday, and they had had breakfast together every day for a week. "Have you seen the new Star Trek movie?" he asked as they finished their Egg McMuffins. 

Beth shook her head. "No," she said, "But I've heard it's really good." 

"Would you like to go?" 

She blinked and looked at him. "You mean, like - like on a - " 

"A date. Yeah," he said. "And have dinner too." He smiled. "How about it? I really want to see it, and I'd hate to go alone." 

She looked at him, nonplussed. "Tonight?" 

"Why not? It's Friday." 

"O-okay," she said. "Okay. Sure. Uh, what time?" 

"Well, let's look." The movie listings were in the same section as the comics, and they bent over the page together. "Ever been to the Studio Movie Grill?" he asked. "We can have dinner while we watch the movie." 

"That sounds fun!" she said, and he was pleased to see a hint of sparkle in her eyes. "Do you want me to meet you?" 

"Okay," he said. Best not to push it, he thought. 

"Where is it?" 

He smiled and pointed. "Right over there," he said. 

The theater was in the same shopping center as the McDonald's. She blinked, surprised, then giggled. "Well, I think I can find that," she laughed. 

The movie started at both seven and eight o'clock. They chose the later movie - each knowing that they wanted a bit of time to get ready, though not speaking of it - and agreed to meet at 7:45. Then they finished breakfast and went to their cars. 

She looked back at him twice this time, and he noticed a small spring in her step. 

He smiled and thought, move over, Brad. This romance looks promising, too. 

--- 

Paul found himself shaving with extra care, choosing a soft, cuddly turtleneck and a casual sport coat, and slapping on a little extra Old Spice. 

Then he brushed his teeth again. You never know...

He was early, and stood outside the theater for twenty minutes or so before Beth arrived. She was wearing a long dress, loose and flowing, of a flattering forest green. He noticed she had taken a bit of care with her makeup, which she normally didn't wear; her big eyes looked even bigger, and her full, lovely lips were tinted a slightly darker pink. She wore dangling gold earrings, a matching pendant, and pretty gold-colored sandals. 

Even her feet are beautiful, he thought. "You look delicious, Beth," he said with open admiration. 

He couldn't tell if she was wearing blusher, but her cheeks grew a bit pinker at that. "Thank you," she said quietly. Her shy smile was endearing. Then she added, "I don't think anyone's ever called me 'delicious' before." 

He grinned. "You're beautiful," he said with unaffected admiration. 

She stopped and looked at him. Her face was oddly blank. 

"I mean it," Paul said softly. "You are." Then, before she could react further, he said, "Come on. We don't want to order after the movie starts." 

They took their seats, in big office-style chairs sharing a small table in front of them, and looked at the menu. "I hear the pizza is good," he murmured in her ear. "The burgers, too." 

They settled on burgers, and as they sat back to watch the previews, he took her hand. She let him. 

He squeezed - and she squeezed back. 

--- 

The fries were excellent, the burgers better, and the movie was best of all. As they left, they talked about it excitedly. 

"That was amazing!" said Beth. "I heard it was good, but - " 

"Stunning," Paul agreed. "Roddenberry would have been proud." 

Beth stopped in her tracks in the parking lot. "Oh, my God!" she said, her face alight. 

"What?"

"I just realized - they really started it over, didn't they?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"It started a different timeline! They aren't tied to anything that happened in the series any more!" 

He blinked. "You're right!" he said. "All bets are off. A real reboot." he shook his head. "Brilliant," he said. 

"I can't wait till the next one!" Then she looked at Paul. "I don't want to go home. I want to talk about the movie some more." 

"How about Starbucks? There's one on Forest."

"Okay!" 

"Let's go in my car," said Paul. "Silly to take two. I'll bring you back here later." 

"Okay," she said again. "The guy who played Spock was perfect!" she bubbled as they walked to his car - and this time, she took his hand. 

--- 

They closed the place down, drinking decaf lattes and talking - at first animatedly, then more and more quietly.  

As they drove back, she was oddly quiet. Then, just as they turned into the parking lot where she had left her car, she spoke softly: "Paul?" 

"Yes?" 

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" 

He glanced at her as he pulled his car in beside hers. She was looking at him starkly, her lovely, round face open, vulnerable, and a bit fearful- but her eyes were hooded and dark. 

He smiled. "I didn't say 'pretty,' Beth." He set the parking brake and took her hand yet again; they had held hands for most of the evening, even at Starbucks. "I said 'beautiful.' And I meant it." On impulse, he lifted her small, plump hand to his mouth and kissed it. 

"But I'm so f-" 

He touched her mouth with his fingertips. "Don't say it," he said. 

"But-"

"Beth." He looked at her, his eyes soft and serious. "You. Are. Beautiful." He smiled at her childlike, puzzled look. 

He touched her face again, brushing her soft cheek with his fingertips. "Beth, listen to me." His voice was low, but clear. "I love the way you look. There is not a single thing about you that I'd change. Nothing. Do you understand me?" 

"But-" 

"I love your butt," he said, then grinned. 

She blinked, then laughed. "Really?" she said. He could see the light in her eyes coming back. 

"Real women have curves, Beth," he whispered. "I like real women. You turn me on. Okay?" 

She nodded, and he saw her small smile. "Okay," she said softly. 

"C'mere," he said, and pulled gently at her hand. She slid closer, and he put his arms around her, also gently. 

He held her, and he felt her humming tension, her uncertainty. He stroked her back and cuddled her a bit. "It's all right, Beth," he whispered, his mouth an inch from her small, pink ear. "Really, it's all right. I mean every word. It's all right." 

"I think it is," she whispered back. "Yes..." And he felt her relax against him. 

He kissed her - gently, again - and her mouth was as soft and sweet as he had thought it would be. 

She kissed him back, and then they just held each other for a while without speaking. 

"Thank you, Paul," she finally breathed. 

He chose to take it another way. He leaned back and looked at her, smiling. "No, thank you," he said. "The movie was great, wasn't it? Did you have a good time?" 

She smiled back at him, her big eyes bright. "The best," she said. 

"Can I call you tomorrow?" 

She grinned at him, at ease now. "You better," she said with a lilt in her voice. They laughed, and he escorted her to her car. 

Before she got in, she turned toward him, and he took her in his arms again and held her close. Her arms went around his back too, and they kissed again, warmly. 

Not intimately, yet; too soon. But he knew - and knew that she knew - that that would come soon. 

Another quick, small kiss, and she slid into her car and was gone, but with a wave. 

Paul drove home, dreaming of her lips and of the full, soft breasts she had pressed against his body, and of the warmth of her in his arms. 

For her part, Beth drove home in a bit of a daze. She, too, had given up on love. 

Was this really happening? 

--- 

The next day - Paul called, all right. He called at eight o'clock in the morning.

Beth answered blearily, her voice thick with sleep: "H'lo?" 

"Good morning! I'm sorry I woke you. I just couldn't wait." 

She smiled sleepily, and he could hear the smile in her voice. "That's OK, Paul. Good morning." 




Breakfast at McDonald's



"I take it you're not up yet."

"No, I'm being lazy." 

"Tell you what. Call me when you're ready, and I'll come pick you up and take you to breakfast. Okay?"

"Um - sure. McDonald's?" 

He laughed, and so did she. "No, someplace nicer." 

"Okay." She blinked and looked at the clock. "Give me, um, an hour." 

"Got it! See you then!"

"Uh - Paul?" 

"Yes?" 

"Don't you need to know where I live?" 

There was a brief silence, and this time she could hear the smile in his voice. "Nah. I just thought I'd drive around town hollering your name." 

She giggled and gave him her address, then hung up and headed for the bathroom. 

As Beth walked past her full-length mirror on her way to her shower, she paused and looked at herself. She was nude. 

Curves, she thought. 

She cocked her head and let her eyes travel up and down her bare body, something she rarely did. 

Curves. Well, I've certainly got those. She smiled, and for an instant she caught a glimpse, perhaps, of what Paul saw; a pale, cherubic sweetness, a softness and a cuddly quality about herself that she had never seen before. 

But does he think I'm HOT? she thought. On impulse, she put her hands behind her head, set her bare feet wide apart on the carpet, and bumped and wriggled for a moment, setting all her pale, bare flesh to quivering and jiggling. She made a passionate, teasing face in the mirror and humped her plump, hairless pussy at herself lewdly. 

Would he like to see me - like this? Would he want to - 

She stopped and made a sour face at the mirror. No, I look ridiculous, she thought. Soft and cuddly, maybe. Hot and sexy?

Nah....

But in her shower, she squatted under the spray and fingered herself, gasping. She couldn't help dreaming of it. 

Wouldn't it be wonderful....

--- 

Paul knocked on her door precisely sixty minutes after they hung up. She smiled, looking at the clock, and opened it. 

The first thing she saw was the flowers. 

"Paul! Are those for me?" 

He grinned and held out the roses, a dozen in assorted colors. "Well, they aren't breakfast, Beth." 

"They're beautiful! Come in! Let me put them in a vase!" She turned and headed toward her small kitchen, picking up an empty vase on the way. 

She was still barefoot. As he walked behind her, Paul admired her pretty feet, the roll and quiver of her broad hips and round, grabbable ass, and even the soft curves of her pale, bare arms. 

Beth bubbled as she clipped the stems and put the roses in water. "Thank you so much - these are so pretty - and they smell so sweet!" 

"I'm glad you like them," said Paul. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was so happy - she's almost glowing, he thought. 

She set the vase with the flowers in the middle of her kitchen table, then turned toward Paul. 

Beth's cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, and her sweet mouth was open slightly as she looked at him; Paul caught the small flick of her eyes downward as she looked at his own mouth.

My mother raised no fools, he thought. She wants me to kiss her. And as he thought it, he stepped forward, took her into his arms, and did it.

She clung to him with surprising passion, and her mouth opened under his with surprising eagerness. Their tongues met for the first time, and the feeling was more surprising still. 

"Mmm," she murmured after the kiss ended - which was some little time later. "That was nice." 

He held her close. He felt drunk. "It was - it was like - "

She leaned back, her heavy breasts still pressed against his chest. "Like we've done it before," she said softly.

He smiled at her, their eyes on the same level. "Yes. It felt right." 

He tried not to look down. Beth was wearing a dress with a considerably lower neckline that day, and he knew he would get lost in her deep, creamy cleavage if he looked. Even so, her big, pale breasts quivered at the edges of his vision. He felt his blood rushing south. 

They kissed again, longer this time. "Paul," she whispered afterward, "Why don't we forget about breakfast and just stay here?" 

He looked at her with a peculiar smirk. "We have all weekend, Beth," he said. Then, "Don't we? Do you have any plans? I should have asked."

She shook her head. "But-" 

"I love your butt," he said. He gave it an affectionate pat, and she giggled. "But I have some plans for us. Trust me?" 

She nodded happily. "Okay." 

"Then let's go!" 

--- 

Breakfast was delicious, at a place called Benedict's on Belt Line. They had Eggs Benedict, of course. 

Paul grew less bashful about looking at her neckline, and Beth leaned forward to allow him to enjoy it. They both smiled knowingly, but did not speak of it. 

As they sat over coffee, Beth spoke shyly: "You make me feel so good, Paul. You make me feel pretty." Her arms were drawn close together in apparent modesty, but that pressed her breasts together and made them swell out in creamy lushness. She was showing him perhaps seven inches of deep, tempting cleavage. 

"You are." He grinned. "Want me to prove it?"   

She blinked at him, wide-eyed. He said, "Those guys at that table over there - " he tilted his head to his right, ever so slightly - "have been checking you out ever since they came in." 

She looked, and saw three young men in suits who all looked away quickly and began studying the table, the wall, or the menu.

Beth giggled. "Me?" she said in a tone of disbelief. Paul only smiled. 

--- 

They spent the day together. Paul took Beth to see some of the lesser-known sights of Dallas, but the main attraction was each other's company. They fit well together. 

They went to the Arboretum on White Rock Lake; they went to the flagship Half Price Books, and left with a bag full of books and DVDs and CDs; and then they had a very late lunch at a little Mexican-run pizzeria Paul knew, which he said had the best pizza in Dallas. It did. 

They laughed and talked throughout the meal, and Beth realized that for the first time, she wasn't at all self-conscious about how much she was eating - or, it dawned on her, about anything else. 

"What?" said Paul. She was sitting there across from him, her mouth open and her eyes on his face. 

She shook her head, then smiled and waved a hand. "Nothing," she said. She looked down at the empty pizza pan. "What now?" 

"I thought I'd take you downtown, to the Nasher Sculpture Center and the Museum of Art -" 

"Are they open tomorrow?" she asked. 

"Yes..." 

I can't believe I'm going to say this, she thought. 

"Then why don't we go back to my place?" 

--- 

They did. As they walked in the door, Beth slipped her shoes off and went to the CD player. "I want you to hear this," she said. She sat on the cushiony white couch and tucked her bare feet beneath her as a sustained violin note filled the air. 

Paul sat down beside her, entranced. The music was ethereal and evocative, indefinable, like nothing he had ever heard before. The tones subtly changed and merged and wound around each other, at once simple and complex. He looked at Beth. "Who is this?" he asked. 

"Tim Story. This is called 'Shadowplay.' It's my favorite." Her big eyes were on his face, and she leaned back on the cushions comfortably. 

She smiled as he moved closer. "It's perfect," he murmured as he opened his arms. "Soft and gentle and beautiful. Like you." 

"Aww..." She came into his arms and snuggled against his chest. "That's so sweet." 

"I mean it." He kissed the top of her head, then nuzzled it with his cheek. 

They held each other in silence for a while and listened to the music. After a time, Beth murmured, "Why am I so comfortable with you?" He looked at her, smiling just a little, then gave a small shrug and shook his head, don't know. 

"I mean - I'm not nervous or afraid or anything. Not at all." She hugged him again, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "I don't understand..." 

He cuddled her and whispered, "Maybe you know you can trust me." 

"Mmm.... Maybe." 

"Like I know that you want to be held and kissed today, but you didn't bring me back here so we can make love." 

She sat up and looked at him, her hand on her mouth. "My God, you're right," she breathed, her eyes wide. "It never occurred to me that you might think that." She blinked at him. "How did you know -?" 

He smiled. "Shut up and kiss me," he said. 

Their tongues danced as they clung to each other, hands wandering. Through her clothes, he cupped her big breasts, stroked her heavy thighs, and caressed her generous bottom; she clung to his back and stroked it, felt the strong muscles of his arms and thighs, and dared to sweep her hand shyly and quickly across his fly. She shivered as she briefly felt the lump there - partly because it was so big, and partly because she knew that she, herself, was the cause of it. 

Their kisses became more passionate, their hands bolder. Paul went so far as to squeeze one erect nipple through her clothes. She shivered. 

"I do want you to make love to me - " she whispered into his mouth - 

"But not today," he whispered in return. "I know." 

--- 

They sent out for Chinese, and talked throughout the meal. Comic strips, movies, music (they agreed on all), politics (not so much). 

Afterward, they talked about themselves and each other. "I guess I should have asked before," said Paul. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are, Beth?" 

"Twenty-seven," she said matter-of-factly. "How about you?" 

"Thirty-nine." 

She smiled impishly. "Oo! An older man!" 

Paul looked at her wryly. "Am I too old for you?" 

"Cradle robber," she said, and kissed him. "Don't be dumb. You're perfect." 

"No, that would be you," he said, laughing. 

"No, really. You are. You're perfect." 

He grinned skeptically. "Now, Beth - I may be okay, but - I'm short, I'm no athlete, I'm no Brad Pitt, I'm older than you - " 

"And I'm fat," she said. "There, I said it. And you said I'm perfect, too. So there." She nodded once, defiantly. 

Paul opened his mouth, then closed it again, shrugged, and shook his head. 

She pressed him: "Can we talk about that? It's important to me." 

He smiled. "Ask me anything, Beth." 

"Okay. Don't you wish I was smaller? Even a little?"

He sat back. "Stand up," he said. 

Blushing, she rose from the couch and stood in front of him. He looked her up and down, from her bare feet to her pink cheeks and timid eyes. "Turn around," he said. "Slowly." 

She did - and when she turned back to him, she saw him grinning. "What?" 

"That's fun," he said. "I like looking at you." 

She felt a quiver inside, but asked, "Well?" 

He shook his head. "I don't want you to lose a pound, Beth. Not an ounce. Not a gram. I love the way you look - " He lifted his arms - "and I love the way you feeeel...." 

She knelt on the sofa, facing him, and nestled into his arms. He saw that her eyes were wet. "It's true, Beth," he whispered as he kissed her. "I swear it is. I love you just the way you are." 

She leaned back and looked at him. He looked back, and he knew what was coming. 

"Say that again," she said. 

He smiled - gently. "'I love you'?" he asked. "Sure. I love you, Beth. It's a little soon, maybe. But that's what I'm feeling." 

Paul knew she would cry at that, and he held her as she did, kissing her head and cuddling her as she sobbed into his shirt. Her hands wandered his chest and tugged at him aimlessly, and she even pounded him a little with her small, chubby fists. 

He held her tightly till the storm had passed, till she was breathing quietly and only hiccuping a little against his shirt. She lifted her head and dabbed at it, sniffling. "I got mascara on your shirt," she whimpered. "I'm sorry..." 

"I'll treasure it forever, sweetness," he said. He kissed her tears away. "You we're crying so hard," he said softly. 

Her eyes filled again. "I never thought I'd hear that."

He smiled. "You'll hear it again."

They stopped talking. Their tongues had other things to do. 

--- 

They snuggled and whispered and kissed till almost midnight. It was warm and passionate, sweet and intense, by turns. Paul kissed her skin everywhere it was exposed - even her pretty bare feet, which made her giggle. They laughed and gasped and sighed and moaned, and they talked a little too. 

Finally, it was time for Paul to go. When he was standing at her door, ready to leave, Beth looked at him and touched his chest with a trembling hand. 

"I hate for you to go," she said. 

"I know. But it's best. There's no hurry, Beth. I'll be back." 

"Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. 

He smiled. "Tell me when," he said. 

Beth looked at the clock. "Twelve twenty-five," she said. "AM." 

Paul looked at the clock, and she giggled. That was five minutes away. He burst out laughing, and so did she. "How about ten o'clock?" he finally asked. 

She slid out her lower lip and pouted. "Okay," she said with mock sadness. "If you can wait that long..."

"Nine, then," he said with a grin. "And I'll bring breakfast." 

She kissed him, and he was gone. 

Beth closed the door and floated back to the couch, pirouetting prettily on her bare toes once or twice. Her smile was dreamy, her eyes soft and distant, her nipples erect, and her pussy humid. 

She sat for a while, thinking - then stood, and went to the CD player and put on quite a different kind of music - and then she turned to face the couch and began to take off her clothes. 

--- 

At that very moment, Paul was sitting on his own couch and stroking his cock with the same dreamy expression on his face.  

--- 

It was closer to eight-thirty than nine when Paul knocked on her door. He was holding a large McDonald's bag and two large coffees, and he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. 

Beth opened the door, and his eyes went wide. 

"Oh, my," he said. Then, "Oh... Oh, my." 

Beth was wearing a short, pale-blue babydoll nightgown - opaque, but short enough to reveal a glimpse of her bikini panties. Her big breasts swung and wobbled freely beneath it, her shockingly large nipples clearly swollen and erect. 

Paul's cock was instantly as stiff as a steel bar, and he stared openly. "Beth - you look - incredibly beautiful," he finished lamely. 

Her cheeks were flaming. "You like me?" she asked in a tiny voice. 

"Oh, Beth - " 

He swept her into his arms. His hands roamed her back, so smooth and soft and warm beneath the filmy nylon. Their tongues met again, and she plastered herself against him with fervent passion - and she felt the hot lump beneath his waist against her plump pubic mound. 

She broke away, blushing furiously, and took the bag and the drink holder to the coffee table. "Come on," she said, her voice a little husky. "Let's eat... And you can stare at me all you want," she added on impulse. 

"I will," said Paul incredulously as he followed her, staring at her pale, plump, curvy and totally bare legs, and her big, beautiful bottom, which was tightly sheathed and barely covered by her tiny panties. "Believe me, I will..." 

Beth giggled. She felt incredibly self-conscious - and she was enjoying it to the depth of her swollen, fever-hot, liquid pussy. Her big nipples were so hard they hurt. 

I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. She looked at Paul's delighted, enchanted face, at his ecstatic smile and wide eyes. "I can't believe you're looking at me like that." She shivered, and her breasts rippled deliciously. 

Paul looked at her face, which wasn't easy. "I can't believe you're wearing that for me," he said. "You're the most beautiful and the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." 

She giggled and sat back on the couch, one pale, bare, chubby leg cocked up to show her bare belly and her tiny panties. "Coffee?" she asked teasingly, holding it out. 

Paul almost spilled it. 

They ate in near-silence, and Paul hardly tasted a bite; neither did Beth. Forget about breakfast; he devoured and savored the sight of her bare, soft skin and quivering flesh, his eyes crawling over her from her blushing face to her pretty, curling toes - and she was all but vibrating with excitement at being so exposed to his gaze, and at being so obviously enjoyed. 

She leaned back against the cushions and turned to sip from her cup - and at the same instant, she felt her breasts bounce and quiver and saw Paul's eyes go wide and his mouth open. 

She giggled and deliberately shook them at him. His jaw dropped as she waggled them heavily from side to side. 

"Dear God," he whispered. She laughed with delight and did it again, more blatantly. 

Again, she thought: I can't believe he so likes to look at me like this. 

And, again, he thought: I can't believe she so likes to show off for me like this. 

"You're being so naughty," Paul said. His voice was husky. "Very unladylike." 

"Am I?" To his amazement, she stroked her breasts, molding the silky nylon to herself. Her nipples were clearly swollen, wide, puffy, and stiffly erect. "Do you like that?" 

"Oh, Beth - " Paul swallowed and tried to speak. "I - I - I can't even say how much I like that." 

She giggled and came into his arms, and their tongues met again. His hands roamed her body, all but bare now, and when he slipped one beneath her nightie, she did not gasp or protest; she leaned back a trifle to let him. 

He fondled and stroked and squeezed her bare breasts till she was breathing quickly, her cheeks pink with passion; he caressed her thighs and kneaded her soft, damp center till she was gasping; and she shivered and writhed in his arms, open to him, trusting him - 

And wanting him. "Now," she whispered. "Today, Paul... Now." Her small hand was at his fly, squeezing, massaging, pulling at him. 

"Are you sure, Beth?" he asked softly. 

She breathed into his ear, one word only:

"Yes..." 

They rose and moved toward the bedroom. "Walk in front of me," he said. "I want to watch you." 

She looked at him, a strange expression on her blushing face; then she began to walk in front of him down the short hallway. He hung back for a moment, then followed, his eyes roaming her bare, fat legs, her broad, round, deep-split ass, marveling at how he could see her huge, swinging breasts even crom behind her. She looked back at him shyly, her eyes soft. 

"You really like to look at me, don't you?" she asked in a tiny voice, in a tone of wonder. 

They were in her bedroom. "Take those off," he said, looking into her eyes. "Show me, Beth. Show me everything." He was still fully dressed. 

Beth felt more self-conscious and vulnerable and afraid than she had ever felt in her life - but she was somehow not afraid, too. Something in his eyes calmed her, even as it excited her. 

She took a deep breath, then lifted the nightie over her head and dropped it to the floor. Paul gasped - and before she lost her nerve, she slid her bikini panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she stood before him naked, her heart on her face. 

She saw that his eyes were wet, and he was smiling. "So beautiful," he quavered. "So beautiful..." 

He had been right. She looked radiant. "Turn around," he said. "Slowly." 

That quiver in her belly came again. She did as he said, turning slowly. 

When she faced him again, she saw that his hand was squeezing his cock, and the quiver came again, stronger now. "You do love the way I look," she whispered. Paul could only nod, wide-eyed. 

"Now you," she said, and stepped toward him. "No, let me." She lifted his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head; his chest was hairy, and she shivered a little in anticipation of feeling it against her tender nipples. 

His jeans followed, and though his waist was soft and a bit pudgy, his legs were muscular and strong. She wanted to feel them between her own. 

He had left his shoes in the living room. The plump, nude beauty knelt at his feet, and he lifted first one foot, then the other as she pulled off his socks; and then, without rising, she took hold of the waistband of his shorts. The front of them stood out, tented, with a dark, wet stain of fluid at the rounded peak of it. 




Breakfast at McDonald's



Their eyes met for a moment, and then she pulled them down. 

Beth gasped. He was big, bigger than she had expected. And he was vibrating-hard, the broad, animal head of his big dick gleaming-wet with his need for her. 

She looked up at him, and reverently took it gently in her soft hand - and she closed her eyes and nuzzled it with her smooth, soft, plump cheek. "So big," she breathed. "So hot..." 

She kissed the tip, and a thin, gleaming skein of fluid stretched from her lips to his dickhead for an instant, then broke. "May I suck it?" she asked. "I want to suck on it..." 

Paul could only nod, again, and watch, amazed, as she parted her beautiful lips and licked at his cock lovingly - and gasp as she looked up at him with a teasing smile as she did. Then she took his dickhead into her sweet mouth and sucked, gently, moving her wet tongue and cheeks against his quivering knob intimately. 

She looked up at him again. He shivered, leaned down, and lifted her by her shoulders as she reluctantly let his humming cock slip from her mouth. He kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth. 

"My turn," he said after their lips finally parted. "But I want to kiss the rest of you first." 

They lay down together on the silk comforter and moved into each other's arms. They kissed for a long time; Paul knew what she wanted, and he wanted that too. He caressed and felt her all over, stroking every inch of her plump, perfect body. He tugged and twisted gently at her large, pink nipples; he kissed and sucked them too, at first tenderly, then harder as she responded with gasps and subtle movements of her generous hips. He stroked and caressed her smooth, bare pussy, teasing her inner wetness with just a fingertip, a quick brush of her liquid lips and her hot, hard, swollen clit. 

He took his time as she writhed beside him. He traced her sides with his lips, nuzzling the weight of her breasts with his cheeks; he tickled her soft, white belly with his tongue, even probing her navel for a surprisingly electrifying instant. He kissed her soft, heavy thighs, her legs, and even kissed the soles of her lovely feet. She did not giggle this time. 

He even kissed her arms and hands, from shoulder to fingertips, and insisted that she turn over so he could kiss and tongue and stroke her back and her big, pale bottom, the backs of her thighs, the back of her neck. 

She did not need to hear him say he thought her beautiful. She felt it with every touch of his hands and lips. 

Finally, Beth lay on her back, her thighs wide, as wide as she could open them, pulling her chubby knees back with her chubby hands, her pussy cocked lewdly upward. She was breathing raggedly, her face and pussy flushed and hot and red, her nipples hard, her breasts rolling and rippling as she shivered. 

Ever so gently, Paul parted her hairless lips with his thumbs and opened her most intimate secrets - and then paused to stare at her, so pink and red and wet and bare. She opened her eyes and looked at him - then blushed and moved her small white hands to his, and stretched her pussy open even wider with trembling fingers. 

"Look at me, Paul," she breathed. "Look at my pussy - stare at me..."

He did - and then he licked her, one long stroke up her center, and she squealed and shuddered in ecstasy. 

"Oh, Paul -" 

He licked and kissed and sucked at her tender lips, dug deep in her grasping hole with his tongue, and lovingly slid his tongue around and around her exposed clit. She struggled to hold herself open wider and stick it out farther, peeling her wet lips back and pressing down on either side of it to make it protrude for his mouth. 

And then he sucked it. 

The naked, curvy beauty gritted her teeth and fought to keep from cumming as he sucked and tonguewhipped and massaged her bare, hot nubbin with his busy mouth - but he showed her no mercy, and held her big ass in his hands as he worked on her with all the skill and love he had. 

He made her keep holding herself open and sticking out her cum-trigger as he tormented her, till she jerked and shuddered and cried out, on the edge of a shattering, endless orgasm - and then he quickly slid himself upward and whispered, "Look at me." 

As their eyes met, he slid his cock inside her clenching pussy, all the way in, till she felt his bristles against her shaved pussy and his dickhead nudging her cervix. 

Bath came all over his big cock, shuddering under him as he began to slide it in and out. He fell against her and crushed her cushiony breasts with his weight, and she clung to him and pumped her pussy up at him hungrily as she came, again and again. In and out, in and out - "Oh, fuck me, Paul, fuck me, fuck me with your big, delicious dick - " 

---

He had her stand beside the bed and bend over, so he could pound his cock into her from behind and watch her hanging breasts swing and bounce and dangle outrageously - and he found she loved that, too. "Oh, make 'em swing, Paul, make my tits flop - they're so big and fat and floppy, just for you, oh, watch 'em jiggle - " 

She straddled him and swung and shook them in his face; she took him on her knees, and on her back, and squatting on him on the floor and bouncing on his cock. And still he didn't cum. 

They finally stopped, after Beth had all but fainted at her most intense orgasm yet - lying on her back again, as he pumped his dick in her and sucked her nipples and rubbed beneath her clit with his thumb. 

They lay together, gasping. She looked at him, her face pink and moist with exertion; her auburn hair clung to her forehead, wet with sweat. 

"Paul - what - " 

"It's hard for me to cum, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm sorry." 

She rose on one elbow and looked down at him wryly. "Sorry?" she said. She looked at the clock. "Paul, you've been fucking me for almost an hour. Don't be sorry..." 

Then she saw the look in his eyes. "Paul, what is it?" He shook his head and looked away. 

"What is it, Paul?" she asked again. "What can I do to help you?" 

He wouldn't meet her eyes. "I can't tell you, baby," he said. "You'll think it's stupid. And childish." 

Beth blinked. After a moment, she said, "Paul, look at me." 

He slowly did. "Paul, I will do anything," she whispered. "Anything, Paul. Do you understand me?" Her big eyes bored into his. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

"Anything," she said again. "And if it makes you happy, I'll love doing it. No matter what it is." Then she said, without quite knowing why: "I think I'll love it a lot." 

He looked up at her beautiful face and felt a tiny spark of hope. "I've asked other women... Some of them laughed at me. Some were just disgusted." He hesitated. "I'm afraid to tell you." 

She held him close, pressing her big breasts against him. "Paul - I trusted you, without even knowing it," she whispered. She moved her plump leg against his, stroking him with her thigh. "Please trust me." 

"All right," he said. "But I don't want to lose you. You don't have to do it, Beth. I swear. Just promise me I won't lose you - and that you won't laugh." 

"I won't. Promise." She waited. 

He sat up, and she moved away to give him room, watching his face. It was sad, and still. 

After a moment, he swallowed, and said in a choked rush, "I want to watch you dance and wiggle and show off for me, naked, and I want to play with myself while you do it." She watched a tear run down his cheek. He looked at her, despairing. "That's sweeter to me, and more intimate, and more precious, than sex. I want to jack off to you, Beth. But it's no good if you're just doing it to - what?" 

Beth was sitting there with her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide. The expression on her face was - what? Shock? 

"What?" he asked again, his heart sinking. "You think it's stupid, don't you?" 

She took her hands away, and she was smiling - a bigger and wider smile than he had ever seen on her face. "You're going to laugh at me, aren't you? You promised - "

"No, no!" she said excitedly. "Just a minute! Just wait here a minute!" She jumped from the bed, still naked, and ran from the room, pale and jiggling. 

Paul waited, his mind in neutral, blank. He couldn't imagine what he was waiting for. 

No more than ten seconds later, Beth ran back to him, breasts bouncing wildly. "Read this," she said excitedly. She held out a hardbound book. Flapping it up and down urgently. "Read it! It's marked." 

"What is it?" 

A book? He thought. What would a book do? 

"Just read it!" 

He opened the book, and realized it wasn't a printed book; it was a journal. Beth's journal. 

"No one on Earth has ever seen that, Paul," she said. He looked up. Her eyes were bright. 

He turned to the bookmark and began to read: 

"I know this will never happen," she had written in a round, childlike hand. "But I want it so much. I want it so much, I cry sometimes, but I know no man will ever think I'm pretty enough or anywhere near sexy enough. I'm just too fat and too ugly. But I dream about it every day. 

"I want to have a man think I'm so hot and sexy and beautiful, he wants to just look at me and masturbate. I want a man to stare at me and pull on his dick till he shoots his sperm, just from watching me pose and belly dance naked and shake my bare tits and wiggle my ass in front of him and show off my bare pussy. I want to tease him naked while he stares and sweats and jacks off till he squirts to me. I want that more than I want to be fucked. I want that so much.

"And I'm crying again because I know it'll never happen. I'll just have to keep on doing it by myself and pretending..." 

Paul looked up to see Beth looking at him - and she was laughing. And it didn't hurt. 

She was laughing, with tears running down her cheeks. "Can we do it now, Paul? I've been practicing for years...." 

He didn't have to answer. His cock was at full hardness again, and he looked at her with such joy, such warmth, that she felt near orgasm again with anticipation. He wants it, she thought. He really wants it! 

Paul's mind reeled. He felt drunk, and the room seemed to be revolving. "I can't believe it," he breathed. 

Beth giggled and lifted her arms, put her hands behind her head, and crouched - and as he watched in amazement, she began to bump and wriggle and writhe, still naked, tossing her heavy tits and hunching her bare, slick pussy at him sensuously. She licked her lips and trilled, in her low, melodious voice, "Do you believe it now?" 

He stared as if his eyes would pop, and began to grin. He reached for his swollen cock - 

She stopped. "No, not here," she said suddenly, and took his hand. "Come on. In the living room." 

She led him back there, both of them naked, his cock standing out like a flagpole. 

She pointed wordlessly to the sofa, where he sat in a daze as she turned to the CD player and pushed a button. A thrumming, syncopated Middle Eastern beat filled the room. Beth faced him, pale and plump and oh, so bare, and began to dance naked before him. 

"Now," she whispered, and he took his aching cock in his hand and began to stroke it. 

She crouched low, her bare, lovely feet wide apart on the carpet, and humped her broad, curvy hips at him in a sensual rhythm that was at once graceful and lewd. Her big breasts swung and wobbled, bare to her wide pink nipples. 

Paul moaned and pumped faster. "I did this last night and pretended you were here," she said softly. "I've done this every night for years... It's how I get off." She squatted and held her gleaming-wet hole wide open, teasing her erect clit with one white finger and shivering. "I can't believe you like it..." 

"I love it," he gasped, "and I love you." He was jacking off in earnest now, pulling at his foreskin and popping it over the rim of his dickhead. "Oh, my baby, my Beth, you're all my dreams come true..." 

She gasped and shuddered, all of her bare white flesh quivering deliciously. "Stare at me, Paul," she quavered, her voice thick and unsteady. "Look at me and jack off to me - I need that so - " 

Beth wriggled and writhed and jiggled everything she had for him, lost in the music, in his smoking eyes and the thrill of being so bare and loved and exposed - and of being so adored and admired and lusted after. "I'm your jack-off girl, Paul," she murmured, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm naked just for you... I'm your fat naked fucking hole..." 

"Unngh," he grunted, beyond words, staring at the pale, plump beauty as she showed off for his pleasure. 

Beth turned around and around, slowly, making sure he could see everything as she bounced and bumped and shook herself. "I'm so bare, Paul - I don't even have any pussy hair - " 

"N-no nail polish," he gasped. "Not even that..." 

She gasped and giggled and wiggled her toes delightedly. "I like to be COMPLETELY bare," she squealed. "You like that too?" 

"Y-yes," he moaned. 

She turned her back and squatted, and put her hands on the carpet. "Do you like this?" she asked teasingly. 

The view was devastating. Her broad, white ass, split open to reveal her wet, flaring pussy and her pink asshole, huge breasts swinging and dangling almost to the floor, pale and quivering, seen from underneath. 

Paul made a strangled sound and bore down, pumping his dripping dick fast and hard. And then she pulled her fat asscheeks apart and began to rhythmically squeeze her asshole for him to the music, swinging her tits in time. "I'm sorry I'm so MODEST, Paul - fat girls are supposed to be bashful, you know - " 

Paul cried out and gasped, "Baby, you're gonna make me shoot - " 

She flipped over and lay on her back, right in front of the sofa, inches away - and she pulled her bare feet to her face and smiled at him between them. Her bare breasts lay across her pale thighs, rippling and sloshing liquidly, an ocean of white, pink-nippled flesh, and her wet pink hole gaped at him below her bare fat belly. "Oh, Paul, I'm so modest and shy," she teased. "Don't squirt your gooey cum all over me, that would be so nasty - " 

How does she know? he thought. How does she know what I need? 

He grunted and gave it up, pumping hard, and his sperm ripped out of his cock and geysered over her, splattering all over her wobbling tits and her open pussy and her bare, fat legs. Spurt after spurt flew into the air, long, stringy arcs of thick white cum. 

And to his astonishment and electrifying excitement, Beth orgasmed as he splashed her with his sperm - grimacing and shuddering in her naked climax, her face red and twisted with ecstasy, her bare, open hole runny with fluid, her nipples standing out like her thumbs. She mewed softly and jerked with it, gasping at every spurt and splatter that landed on her naked body. 

"Oh, God, Paul, it's so good - I'm cumming - oh, shoot to me, baby, shoot all over me, spurt your sperm all over my pussy - " 



He finally stopped, milking out the last few drops onto her cum-sloppy hole. "So good," he said shakily. "I wanted to make it last longer - " 

She smiled up at him happily, two streaks of his cum across her pink, beautiful face. "Why?" she asked. "I'll do it for you again in an hour - covered with shiny oil..."

He helped her up and they embraced, his sperm slick and sticky between their bare bodies. "Oh, Beth - I never came so good in my life, not in my whole life - " 

"Me neither," she breathed into his ear. He held her tight, and after a moment they began to cry, together, with joy, lost in their deep fulfillment. They sat on the couch and clung to each other, weeping, wordless, for long minutes. 

"Marry me, Beth," he whispered. "Be my naked jack-off girl forever." 

"Yes... Oh, yes... Yes, yes..." 

---

And she did, two weeks later. 

No one knew, but beneath her bridal gown she wore a tiny spangled G-string and matching pasties with long tassels. A little surprise for their wedding night... 

--- 

And they lived, in the old but seldom-fulfilled phrase, happily ever after. 

They often ate breakfast at McDonald's together, still - going in separately and meeting as if by chance, reading the comics together and laughing, reliving their first moments together. It was a special time for them - but then, all their time together was special. 

Paul had always thought he would like it best if the girl of his dreams danced for him baby-naked, wearing nothing, nothing at all; but he found that there was one costume he liked even better than that when Beth posed and danced for him. 

It was the little gold ring on her left hand.



Breakfast at Mom's



"Good morning Robert, what would you like for breakfast?"

"You know what I want, but since you won't give me the slightest thing I ask you for, I'll just get some coffee."

"Oh Robert, it's too early in the morning; why are you doing this?"

"You're the one who always says that the only way to get through something is to talk it out until you're done; so I'm talking.

"Robert, this isn't just 'something'; this is crazy."

"Why is it crazy that you're attractive to me? Lots of men find you attractive and want to go out with you. I see what they see. I just want to touch your soft skin and be close to you. Just open the top button so I can slide my hand in." 

"No I can't Robert… I'm not a whore… I'm your mother. I can't let you do it. Please stop it. I'm begging you."

Nola was almost crying. She'd tried everything she could and it was getting worse. Her son Robert had been the perfect son for nineteen years. Everything about him said "normal". He went to school, became a mechanic and went out on dates. 

About three months ago, he started making sexual innuendos in front of her. He told her how sexy she looked and what a nice figure she had. He complimented her legs and said she should model stockings. She just laughed and thanked him thinking he was just being cute and playful.

After a few days of that he started asking her questions like "mom, what size bras do you wear and what size panties and stockings?" They seemed a little strange but she thought perhaps it could be curiosity or maybe he wanted to buy her a present, so she answered them. She even explained the different sizing telling him her bra size was 36C American but 80C European.

The questions got more detailed and intimate. She had always answered his questions about sex when he was young and now talking about her first experiences with him had re-kindled the excitement. When it got to the point of him asking her if she had ever had anal sex she began realizing that it wasn't about curiosity or presents. 

They were having breakfast and she was wearing a nightgown as she always did before getting dressed for work. He said "you know mom, most women your age start to sag but you still look great without a bra."

Initially she almost said thank you but then she thought, "What's going on here…?" She said, "Robert, is that a way to talk to your mother?"

"It is when she looks like you. You have beautiful breasts: is it terrible that I tell you?" 

"It's not terrible and I'm flattered but you should be telling these things to the girls you go out with not to me."

"I don't want those girls anymore. I don't really find them attractive any more. I want a woman who's sexy and smart - like you mom. I want someone who makes me feel like I want my hands all over them every time I see them. I just don't feel that with those girls."

"Give it time baby: you'll find that woman."

"I already have; it's you mom. You have a body any man would want to make love to. Why wouldn't I want to touch this beautiful breast?"

She saw his hand coming but she didn't stop him until it was too late. She gently removed his hand but not before his fingers brushing across her nipples caused them to become erect. 

She thought, "It's just the physical touch that did it. I haven't been touched in so long, if a stranger in the street accidentally bumped my tits I'd probably get turned on." What she said was, "Honey this isn't appropriate." He walked off without a word.

For days after that he kept asking to touch her. She refused but he was persistent. Nola thought that maybe if she gave in a little he would be satisfied or at least he would calm down enough to listen to reason.

"Look honey, if I let you put this lotion on my legs will you talk to me reasonably?"

Nola sat on the couch with her long legs across his lap. She had just shaved her legs and the lotion felt soothing as he massaged it in. His hands slid easily along the silky smooth skin up to her creamy thighs. She closed her eyes and thought of how long it had been since anyone had touched her like that. Her second marriage ended badly and she hadn't even wanted to go out for the last five months. When his hands started gliding dangerously close along her inner thigh, she returned from her reverie.

"Only up to here please. Now talk to me. I care about you and I want to know what brought this on."

"What brought this on is my hard-on for you"

Nola was stunned into silence. What baffled her was that he was behaving as he always had in all other ways. He went to work, he spoke to his friends on the phone, he took care of all the things he usually did around the house but the sex talk kept coming up. Again she tried talking to him.

"Robby, have I done something to upset you?"

"No."

"Is it that I didn't keep my body covered enough in this small apartment? Have I teased you? Is it that I only wear a small towel around me when I come out from the shower that started this?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"What it is is I want to take you to bed."

"But you can't; I'm your mother."

"You keep saying that. Don't you think I know you're my mother? You're my mother and I want to be between your legs. Is that plain enough?"

"Robby we have to talk to someone about this; we can get you help so you won't feel this way."

"Mom I'm not crazy. I don't want to not feel this way. It feels good to want you. I like thinking about your long legs and how your ass looks in a tight skirt and how it would look out of a tight skirt. I'm just at the point where I'm not going to go on with the charade of pretending I don't want to sleep with you. I'm not going to pretend I don't want this." His hand rested on her panties as his finger searched over her clit for her opening. 

Nola put her hand on his and fought the urge to rub with him. "Noo… no…" He took his hand away.

"Mom, I know you have needs don't you? I think you need me in you as much as I want to be there - don't you?" Her mind clouded and she became aware of the moisture between her legs. She thought "yes I need it" but it came out, "how can I let you …how can I…"? He showed her.

He put his hands on her hips and she didn't stop him. He pulled down her panties and she lifted her ass to let him. He guided her to turn and get on her knees on the couch. She held on with both hands as he entered her. 

"How did this happen?" she wondered. "My son's cock is in me. My son is fucking me and I'm letting him. His big cock is filling me up. What am I doing? Oh it feels so good…so good to have a man in me again…oh I need this…he's so far in me with his big cock…I am a whore…I'm a whore who's getting fucked by her son…"

"Mom…mom…you're so beautiful…I finally have my cock in your cunt…I'm fucking you so deep and you're so wet. That's where you want my cock isn't it mom?"

"Yes…Oh God… Oh…you're in me so deep I can feel you on my ass…oh Robby you're fucking me and I don't care...I'm a whore for my son and I don't care."

Her juices flowed as her son's cock explored the hot dark wetness between her legs. She couldn't remember ever having her channel filled so completely or a cock that touched the spot her son's cock was touching so deep in her belly. He reached around with both hands and the buttons on the top of her blouse came off as he struggled to free her breasts. He pulled the bra down exposing the perfect globes. They felt full and bursting as the still clasped bra pushed them up and out. His fingers circled the roundness of his mother's breasts and nipples. She was on the edge of orgasm and began trembling.

"Robby, tell me you love me…ohh…tell me I'm not a whore."

"I love you mom and you are a whore: you're my whore. Every time I fuck you, you're going to be my whore. Every time you want my cock inside you, you'll be my whore."

"Oh…yes, I want your cock in me…my son's…cock…" She went over. "Robby…yes…yes…I'M…COMING…OHHH…ROBBY…your…whore…FUU…CK…MEEE…OHH…OHH GOD." 

Wave after wave hit her as she came on her son's cock. Just as she thought she was finished he slid his finger into his mother's ass and a final jolt rocked her. He stayed in her rock hard as she finished spasming and grinding her ass on his pole.

Robert took out his glistening cock and put it to his mother's lips. When she saw it, her cunt began to ache for it again. "Now mom, show me what a cocksucking whore you really are."

As she opened her mouth to accept her son's pulsing meat she said, "Yes… I'll be a cocksucker for you…I'm your whore."

She sucked on the head and tasted herself on him. He began fucking his mother's mouth and she spread her legs to rub her swollen clit.

Then she surprised him. He was down her throat. His mother knew how to deep throat!

"You sly bitch" he laughed, "where did you learn that? Ohhhh… that is good. Nobody ever swallowed my cock before. So mom, this isn't the first big cock you've sucked is it?"

His mother stopped sucking long enough to tell him, "no but it's the best. It's the one I want… to fuck my puss…the one… I want… my son to fill…his mother's…pussy with..." She licked his balls between the words and then returned the now straining rod to her hot mouth.

All he could think about now was coming. He felt his balls tightening. He wanted to come in her mouth, on her face, in her ass. He started to pull out of her mouth to fuck her again and she grabbed his dick and started jerking it. He exploded. The first jet of cum hit his mother's cheek and slid down her pretty face. She opened her mouth and aimed the second cord at the back of her throat. He bucked in her hand and the next shot landed on her tits and dress. She wrapped her soft lips around the big head and took the rest of the sticky milk into her mouth. She sucked and licked and swallowed until only saliva covered his dick and balls.

The next morning at breakfast, the same words echo in the small kitchen. "I want you now…I want to touch you… I can't wait until tonight…" Nola says, sitting naked, as her son approaches.

This and "Eleni" will have to be my last posts for quite a while. It's been great and I'd love to hear from you. (Leave an anonymous message after you vote) Thanks. I wish you good fortune and love, Mikel 

p.s. (family plug) try my sister Em's stories. She writes under Emmah and she's the best but don't tell her I said so. 



Breakfast at Stephanie's



The following is a true story. 

My eyes fluttered open and I rolled over to help some of the sensation flow back into my arm, as I had apparently been lying on it for the past few hours. Yawning, I rubbed my tired eyes before peaking past my clenched fist to the body beside me. Stephanie was still fast asleep, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath as her arms cradled her pillow beneath her head. I shifted into a more comfortable position and tried to go back to sleep, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the night before. Steph and I had spent numerous nights together over the previous two years, usually following a drunken night of bar-hopping, but last night things had reached a new level. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or her increasing comfort, but she had been getting increasingly adventurous over the course of our time together. 

As the events of the night before ran through my mind I became torn between laying there in my aroused state of half sleep and getting up to relieve the growing pressure in my bladder. A few minutes later, the impending sensation became too much to handle and I was forced to haul myself up out of the bed. As I stood up, the bed shuddered enough to rouse Stephanie from her state of slumber and she began to stir as I left the room. 

After relieving myself I searched through her bathroom cupboards for some toothpaste. In the absence of brush I was forced to use my finger as a makeshift toothbrush. Morning breath would kill any hopes of repeat performance and I was feeling horny enough to require some more intimate companionship before my long drive home. 

With my breath minty fresh, I made my way back to the bedroom just as Steph was getting up. 

"Good morning," she said with a yawn as she stretched her arms out over her head. 

I reciprocated with a smile as I crawled back under the warmth of the blankets. 

"I'm going to have a shower," she said, pulling on a white, fluffy bathrobe. "Care to join me?" 

"Nah," I answered, pulling the covers up over my body. "You go ahead. I'm going to sleep a bit more." 

"Okay," she said, slightly disappointed. 

Stephanie left the room and snuggled back under the covers. For a brief moment I considered surprising her in the shower, but decided against it in favour of a few more minutes of relaxation. I always felt shower sex to be somewhat awkward. 

Again my thoughts drifted back to the night before. I thought about Steph's lithe, slender form writhing underneath me. I thought about my tongue exploring every inch of her body as she moaned in appreciation. I thought about her begging me to slap her ass and pull her hair as I fucked her from behind. I tossed and turned, becoming increasingly aroused as my active mind recounted the previous night's naughty activities. 

I was becoming increasingly curious and was considering snooping through Steph's drawers in hopes of finding some interesting material to satiate my inquisitive mind, when she returned from the shower. 

Drying her wet hair with a towel, she entered the bedroom and began searching through her dresser as I sat up in bed and watched. Steph was about 5'3 with a thin, slender body and smaller than average breasts. She was attractive, although a bit too skinny for my taste. Her hair was blonde, and seemed to change styles every time I saw her. Her facial features were delicate and angular, with bright blue eyes that seemed to constantly sparkle. 

"So do you want to go out for breakfast?" she asked, choosing a pair of black panties from the drawer. 

"Um...yeah sure. I could eat," I answered, watching as she pulled the underwear on before letting the bathrobe fall from her slender shoulders to the floor. 

My eyebrows raised with interest as my gaze fell upon her near-naked body, clothed only in the tiny black pair of panties she had recently adorned. The back of the underwear was fashioned from a sheer material that I found particularly enticing as it hugged her tiny little ass. 

"Mmmm," I moaned in compliment as I sat back and watched her. "Those panties make your ass look soooo good." 

"Oh yeah?" she said, looking back over her shoulder with a sly, playful smile. "I would have worn them last night if I knew you liked them so much." 

Noticed my renewed interest, Stephanie turned and climbed back onto the bed as she swept her wet hair out of her face. She seemed to be pleasantly surprised since I usually showed little interest in morning sex. The morning-after awkwardness combined with an uncomfortable hangover generally minimized my libido enough to send me on my way. 

"Although...," she continued with sexy grin as she crept towards me. "You seemed to like my ass just fine last night anyways." 

I smiled in agreement as Steph pulled the covers off my legs and crawled onto my body, straddling my leg between hers as she pressed her lips to mine. As I felt the warmth of her smooth, freshly showered body against me, I opened my mouth to accept her anxious tongue as my hands slipped down the sides of her slender torso. Feeling the muscles rippling in her lower back as she writhed against me, my hands drifted easily down over the barely existent curves of her hips to grasp her tiny ass with satisfied delight. As she felt my eager hands grasping her pert little cheeks, she broke the kiss, smiling down at me through the strands of hanging, wet blonde hair. 

"Geez," she teased before adding another peck with her soft, thin lips. "You just can't get enough of my ass huh?" 

"Hey," I replied with a shrug. "It's your fault for turning me on by wearing those sexy little panties." 

"Oh so you're turned on?" she added with mock surprise. "Does that mean we might actually have day-time sex? We've never actually done that before." 

It was true. Not only had we only had sex at night, but we had never actually been sober for any of our late night sessions either. 

"No we haven't," I agreed, my fingers gliding over the silky smooth fabric comprising the back of her underwear. "Is that too...naughty for you?" 

"After last night?" Steph blurted back with raised eyebrows. "I think I can handle anything." 

I let out a laugh as I rolled halfway over, sliding my leg out from between hers. Stephanie slipped into a comfortable prone position and propped her head up with her arm, biting her lips as she eyed me with an anticipatory stare. 

"You were...pretty wild last night," I said softly as my eyes roamed her body, following my fingers as they grazed over the subtle dip in her back. 

Steph rolled her eyes as her mouth curled up into an embarrassed smirk and she clamped her hand over her eyes to hide her abashed expression. 

"Yeah...," she began as her face began to blush red. "I know." 

Revelling in her discomfort, I smiled and leaned over kiss the center of her back, sending an amorous shiver down her spine. 

"No need to be embarrassed," I assured, as my mouth trailed down her back, gently peppering her naked skin with soft, lingering kisses. "It was hot." 

"Mmmmm," she purred, resting her head down on the bed into a more comfortable position. "It was sooo hot." 

"Yeah?" I asked, inspecting her body as I stroked my hand over the soft flesh of her diminutive ass cheek. "What did you like best?" 

"Mmmmm, I liked it all." 

I lowered my head to plant a kiss on her hip as I eyed her ass through the transparent material with growing lust. 

"I really liked..."she began before pausing with reluctance. 

I kissed lower, my lips following the hemline of her panties as they hugged the smooth, fair skin of her backside. 

"...when you took control." 

I smiled. 

"Yeah?" I uttered, encouraging her to continue as my lips grazed gingerly over the sheer, black fabric. "You liked that?" 

"Uh huh," she gasped as she felt my hot breath penetrating the thin material as I pushed my face into her ass. 

Nestling my face between her soft little cheeks, my lips pawed with futility at her sensitive asshole through the meager fabric, gradually moistening it with saliva from my yearning mouth. Stephanie let out a pleasurable squeak, and arched her back, pushing her tiny butt up into my busy lips as I reached under to stroke a couple fingers over her gradually dampening mound. Steph had originally been quite apprehensive when it came to anal play, but she always responded to my tongue, growing more and more accepting of my kinky advances with each night we spent together. 

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Steph reached down and struggled to push her panties down over her hips. I smiled at her enthusiasm as I watched the light, black fabric slip down over her pale, white cheeks as she wiggled underneath me. 

"Mmmm," I moaned softly as I eyed my prize with renewed anticipation. 

Feeling the subtle warmth emanating from between her legs, I teased her with flickering lashes of my tongue, beginning at her tailbone and working my way down her enticing little cleft. As my hungry lips delved deeper between her parting cheeks I wriggled a finger between the soft, moist folds of her pussy, teasing her hot little opening with gentle strokes. 

"Uhhhh," she panted, as she felt my pursed lips caressing her tiny virgin asshole in a tender, lustful kiss. 

The sounds of arousal escaping from her moaning lips encouraged me further and slowly slipped my finger inside her as my tongue danced along her little pink star, painting it with dabs of wetness from my salivating mouth. As I slipped in up to the knuckle in her wet little pussy, her asshole clenched reflexively as if to taut my exploring tongue with subtle muscular contractions. After thoroughly wetting her irresistible little hole, I began treating her to successive stabs of my nimble tongue as her tiny pink ring winked with pleasure at each touch. 

"Roll over," I ordered, slipping my glistening wet fingers from her tight little pussy . 

Obediently, Steph flipped onto her back, her face now flushed with desire as she kicked her panties away and spread her legs in erotic invitation. I removed my underwear as well, my eager cock springing free with anticipation as I moved into position. Wetting my fingers once again with the juices of her arousal, I coated my throbbing shaft with the slippery fluids in preparation. Then, after adding some of my own saliva for good measure, I worked my dick up into a glistening sheen before guiding it towards her waiting hole. 

Now at the risk of sounding crude, Stephanie had, without a doubt, the tightest pussy I had ever experienced. I wasn't sure if it was due to her incredibly skinny hips or simply in relation to her petite figure, but it was like nothing I had ever felt. I was actually pretty sure that if my dick had been any larger than average size, I wouldn't even have been able to get it in at all. 

"Mmmmm," she cooed as she felt her dewy lips part and spread around the swollen head of my invading cock. 

Immediately, I felt the vice-like grip of her pussy gripping the sides of my shaft as I worked it in with short, eager strokes. With each inch I descended, I was forced to pull back half that distance before pressing forward once again. After a few more excruciating thrusts, I found myself firmly planted within the clutching confines of her impossibly tight hole. 

"Just so you know," I said softly as I lowered my face to hers. "I probably won't be able to go as long as I did last night." 

Steph blurted out in a brief, humorous giggle at my remark. 

"Okay," she responded, her mouth still smiling with amusement. "I'm still a little sore from last night anyways." 

I returned her smile with one of my own before pressing my lips to hers as I began to slowly grind my hips into hers. My tongue penetrated her small but inviting mouth and my dick penetrated her body as she wrapped her legs around my waist with encouragement. I could feel her nipples grow hard with arousal as they pressed into my bare chest as my body slid over hers. With each stroke, I increased the depth of my plunging until I had worked into a comfortably rhythmic series of thrusts as Steph moaned blissfully underneath me. 

"Mmmmm, God I love fucking you," I moaned into her ear before biting softly into the tender flesh of her neck. 

Stephanie purred in response as her nails slid down my back, scratching lightly along my exposed skin. As I raised myself up off of her she just stared up into my eyes with an expression of increasingly lustful passion. Harder and harder, I drove my hips into hers, causing her lithe, slender body to shift violently under the force of my thrusts. Almost losing myself in the inexplicable sensation of her gripping wet pussy, I closed my eyes with pleasure in an attempt to prevent myself from reaching a point of no return. As I slowed to a gentle grind, I paused to relish in the feeling of my throbbing cock pulsing within her hot little hole. 

Pulling her body up to mine, I cradled her back with my arms as I sat back bringing her to rest atop my lying body. Stephanie smiled down at me as she wiggled her hips, my turgid dick still firmly ensconced in her tightly gripping pussy. Although the new position was not my favourite, it allowed me time to recover while providing her with the easiest means of reaching her own orgasm. 

Gripping her soft little ass cheeks with both hands, I guided her hips back and forth on my pole as she braced herself against my chest with outstretched arms. Raising my knees, I lifted my hips in an upward thrust as she writhed pleasurably atop my throbbing cock. Gradually, the movements of her hips increased in pace as she ground her clit into my pelvis with increasing desperation. I pulled her body down to mine, her damp hair hanging around my face as I held her body in place to meet the upward thrusting of my cock. Urging her to cum, I pressed a fingertip against her asshole as I whispered filthy comments in her ear. Her movements grew increasingly erratic as she bucked against me, working my dick like a joystick inside her tightly grasping cunt. She then bit her lip and let out an audible squeal as her body shuddered and twitched. I knew she was cumming, although Steph barely made any noise at all when reaching climax. I held her tightly with my cock deeply buried in her wet little pussy as my finger massaged her pulsing asshole with tender, circular motions. 

A look of relaxation and relief washed over her face as she raised her torso, now damp with perspiration, up from my heaving chest. She smiled contentedly and exhaled as she pushed her tangled hair out of her face before gazing down at me with renewed expression of salacious intent. 

"You know what I want now?" she asked, her body rocking gently against mine. 

"What?" 

Stephanie leaned back down and placed her mouth at my ear, breathing a tantalizing breath of warmth as she spoke. 

"I want you to put me on my hands and knees and fuck me like you did last night." 

As those alluring words left her panting lips, I felt my cock swell with elation and I smiled with delight at the suggestion. 

"Do you want to do that?" she asked, staring down into my eyes. 

"Yes." 

"Good," she said softly as she proceeded to slide her gripping wet pussy up my shaft and dismounted my body. 

As I scrambled up into a kneeling position, Steph presented herself to me on her hands and knees in a submissive, provocative pose. My cock still slick from her little wet hole, I gripped my shaft around the base as I moved closer, gazing down at her slender body with admiration. Feeling her moist, succulent lips sliding back over my dick as I pushed forward, I watched my length slowly vanish into her tight little body once more. 

"Oh my god," I exclaimed as her pussy gripped me like a vice, resisting every movement as if trying to tempt the cum from my aching balls. 

As pleasurable as the sensation was, I knew I would not be able to last long. 

"I love fucking you like this," I gasped, clutching her tiny hips as I slipped inside her. 

"Mmmmm, I know you do," she purred in response, reaching under to caress my balls as I butted up against her ass. "I know you like seeing me bent over like this." 

I moaned in agreement as I began sliding easily in and out, her tightly gripping pussy massaging my thrusting shaft with every pass. As I built up speed, Stephanie closed her eyes in ecstasy as she revelled in the sensation of my cock filling her from behind. 

"And you like getting fucked like this too, don't you?" I asked, growing more aroused by the second. 

"Yes," she gasped emphatically, urging me to continue. "I fucking love it! I love it when you fuck me like a dirty little..." 

I awaited the rest of her response, enticed by the prospect of more dirty talk as I fucked her with short, quick strokes. 

"A dirty little what?" I asked, prompting her to continue with a light slap on the ass. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned in response to my increasing roughness. "A...dirty...little...," 

'SLAP' 

Again my hand struck her tender flesh, this time with substantial force. 

"...sssslut," she hissed, growing bolder in her response with each passing seconds. 

"Yeah?" I asked, using my thumb to massage her tiny pink asshole as I continued sawing my cock in and out. "You like when I fuck you like a dirty little slut?" 

"Yes!" 

"Is that what you felt like last night?" 

"Yes," she moaned again, pushing her ass back against me as her hot little hole swallowed up my shaft to the base. "I felt like such a dirty little fucking whore." 

I pressed on, fucking her with harder thrusts as her tiny body jerked with every strike. Her delicate hand remained active between my legs, caressing and squeezing my balls as I wetted my thumb and placed it back at her ass. 

"Spank my ass!" Steph blurted out with a lustful gasp. 

Complying with her masochistic demands, I struck her tiny ass with two more sharp slaps as she moaned with gratitude. Seeing her pale white flesh blush a warm shade of red, I smiled and slammed into her hard as I held her in place by her shoulders. 

"Fuck yesssss," she panted, tossing her head back with pleasure. "Pull my hair." 

Again happy to oblige, I reached out to slide my fingers through the tangled, damp strands of her honey blonde hair before closing my fist and twisting forcefully to pull her head back with an authoritarian yank. Stephanie moaned with approval as my dick slammed into her wanton pussy with spirited, sexual fervour. Each ferocious thrust drove her hips into the bed as her body gradually flattened under my unrelenting assault. Reaching back with both hands, she gripped her tight little cheeks and pulled her ass wide as I stared down with lurid desire. 

I wasn't sure why she spread her ass, but the erotic visual was enough to send me over the edge. Holding her hair tightly, I plunged into her sweltering pussy a few more times before withdrawing frantically as I stroked my shaft with a fury of blurring strokes. Continuing to hold her cheeks splayed shamelessly, Steph purred as she felt the spattering of hot cum splashing across her exposed backside. I groaned as my creamy white juices spurted forth onto and between her cheeks, streaming down to collect around her tiny, winking asshole as it clenched under the thin layer of jism. 

Stephanie let out one more long, purring moan of contentment as I slumped back in exhaustion, staring with amazement at her prone, cum-covered body. 

"Okay," I said after a few more moments of voyeuristic gratification as I gave her a playful slap on the ass. "Let's eat." 

The End



Breakfast at Sunnydale Farm



Occasionally my job takes me up and down the country for conferences, meetings and so on. When I am away I prefer to stay in rural B&Bs rather than the anonymous rooms of the hotel chains. It was on one such recent visit that I experienced service above and beyond the call.

I arrived late the night before, having travelled down and attended the course. It was dark but a crystal clear early spring evening with a hint of frost dressing the trees as I looked out from my bedroom window. There were a few other cars in the drive as I surveyed the farmyard to the limits of the view.

The room was small. It had two single beds crammed into a single room, drawers with tea making facilities, a television and a small en suite. It was cool and had a faintly musky aroma. It was late so I decided to turn in.

I wake early in the mornings and was down for breakfast promptly at 7.30. After a wee chat with the proprietor and his wife, a few acknowledging nods to the other guests and a hearty breakfast I decided to avail myself of the opportunity and have a wander around the quiet countryside.

It was a lovely day, the air was crisp and clean and the fields dressed in the white of a slight frost. I had been told to take the driveway to the road, take a left and then follow the stream to the village. It was indeed a pretty route but rather long. It was past 9 when I returned and judging by the lack of cars everyone had checked out for the day.

I was sweaty and decided to have a quick shower before my 10 o'clock taxi took me back to the airport. I bounded up the stairs past the cleaner noisily hovering out the room over the small landing from mine.

The room was cold and so I placed the largest of the towels over the warm radiator in the bedroom before stepping into the shower. I wasn't long, perhaps 10 minutes but when I stepped out and into the bedroom the towel had gone. Just at that moment the door burst open and in came the cleaner clutching a blue bag, inside which I noticed the large white bath towel.

I hastily looked around the room for something to cover my modesty. There was nothing within reach and the cleaner stood directly in front of me. Her eyes weren't fixed on mine either -- she just stood there open jawed staring at my flaccid cock.

It was cold and my ball sack had wrinkled, I covered my wet cock with my hands the best I could but she just stood there, transfixed.

She was perhaps in her thirties, shorter than me at about 5 foot 6 inches, with dyed black hair, complete with red streaks. Her piercing blue eyes were wide open and fixed at my groin as she finally found some words.

"Oh, er, sorry. I'll just get you a fresh.." She spoke with a thick west country accent and motioned over her shoulders.

I was dripping wet and getting colder by the minute when she returned. She dumped a bail of towels down on the end of the bed nearest me and grabbed the top one. She threw it towards me, making me break my cover.

It was small, just bigger than a flannel and barely covered my chest, let alone the rest of me.

"Sorry!" She exclaimed and made a better play for the largest towel on the bottom of the pile.

She stepped up and wrapped it around my shoulders. I was still trying to cover my modesty with the miniature towel and so she decided to try to help me dry off by dabbing at my skin through the plush cotton material.

I wore the large towel like a cape and she stepped into the hollow at the front, carefully dabbing at my back by reaching around my chest. I felt her hot breath and caught a sniff of her perfume as she pushed herself, and her breasts, confined in her tight cotton blouse, against me. She glanced up and at last made the slightest of eye contact before concentrating fully on her task.

I wasn't sure what to say or do as she patted lower and lower until she was drying my backside. She said nothing but just continued down. She sank to her knees and patted down the backs of my thighs.

When she reached the bottom she moved the towel to the front and started to dry me from the bottom up. The critical point came when she reached the top of my thighs. My hands were still there, holding the smaller towel as she patted higher and higher.

She folded her hands into each side of my groin to dry the tops of my legs and brushed the back of them against my crinkled ball sack through the soft cotton towelling.

I decided to let her continue and gradually raised the small towel as she patted further up. When she reached my balls she gently squeezed and cupped them dry, before moving, ever more slowly and deliberately, upward to envelop my rapidly thickening tool in the soft white material. She stroked the growing length dry with great care as I dropped the small towel onto the bed.

She had backed me against the drawers. The sharp edge dug into the back of my thigh as I stood with her gentle hand now almost groping my semi stiff cock.

She glanced up again and with a playful glint in her eye allowed the towel to drop. My cock sprang into full view inches away from her face. 

She smiled before taking the tip into her hot mouth.

My hair was dripping wet and my chest had beads of water as I looked down at her red lips pursed around my ever hardening end. My balls were confined in their cold and wrinkled bag as she cupped them with her warm hand.

Gently and expertly she warmed them to release them to dangle free. Her massaging fingers then moved to the base of my shaft.

I am not blessed with great length but at my fullest my girth can stretch the biggest of cunts and after a few minutes of her expert tending I was at full erection. Her lips strained to maintain the covering of my red end as it started to strain against my tight skin.

She released my cock with an audible plop and gazed at it admiringly. She pulled my skin tight to reveal my glistening red end. She sank her soft lips back over the tender surface. I groaned with pleasure as she swirled her lips and tongue over the silky and responsive flesh.

She studied it intently before following her eyes with a dart of her soft tongue. She flicked at the end, the eye and under the edge of my hood, which she followed by raking her teeth along and under the join. She flicked at the eye and invited my pre-cum to flow before swishing her tongue triumphantly around the phallic helmet to sample the tangy flavour. She flicked and drew at the stringy liquid before rolling her tongue around inside her mouth provocatively.

She was good. This was one of the better blow jobs I had ever had. Her eyes were fixed on her work but rolled closed as she began to bob up and down, in and out whilst she clamped her fist, tight, at the rock solid base of my cock.

I knew I couldn't stand much more of this and gently touched each side of her head as she nosily slurped at my aching tool.

She glanced up and gave me a look of approval, she must have known she would soon drive me over the edge as my cock had thickened significantly in her hot mouth. I gasped as she pushed further in and out, gagging slightly but allowing my gland to strike the narrow opening at the back of her throat.

Her grip tightened at the base of my cock and she wanked me slightly as she sensed me tense my buttocks.

The force of my cum must have surprised her as when it hit the back of her throat she almost withdrew. She struggled to keep up with the flow of salty cum gushing into her mouth and clamped her lips tight shut over my twitching end as my orgasm erupted into her.

Finally I pumped the last of my seed into her soft mouth and she allowed my cock to slip out. She made a great play of gulping down the thick sperm and catching a small droplet that had escaped from the corner of her mouth.

I was stunned into silence as she stood, spun around and removed her black tights in front of me. She lifted her skirt and sank to her knees against the side of the bed.

"Your turn. You can fuck me now." She said in her thick Devonshire brogue.

In no time I was looking down at her ample and bare backside, being offered in front of me. Her thighs were a little lumpy and her butt wore the marks of motherhood but her open clam being thrust out from between her legs invited my further attention.

I dropped to my knees behind her and cupped her soft buttocks with my cool hands. She jumped as I stroked at the soft flesh and gripped to part them fully. My eyes traced the crack of her cleft down from the incomprehensible tattoo at its top. As I traced the line down, past her wrinkled butt hole to the start of her gash I noted it's clean and smooth lines, waxed or shaven as pubic fashion demands.

I noticed the glint of something strange at the far reach of her pale and hairless slit -- a jewel, no, a golden ring.

I slipped my right hand in and down her cleft to collect some of her freely flowing cum and smear it along the silky furrow to the solid metal ring embedded in her most tender spot. She jumped as I nudged against it. I withdrew to gather more lube, this time dipping my index finger in, up to the first knuckle.

She jumped again but this time made a grab for my hand to place it back on her buttock. I got the message and pulled at her cheeks to open them as I thrust my hips forward. I felt the heat of her palm against my still hard cock as she guided it towards her wet and willing cunt.

With a satisfied sigh she slipped the tip of my thick tool home before moving her hand away and adjusting her position. I took her cue and pushed forward with my hips and with a grunt of pleasure she pushed her hips upward and allowed my cock to fully slide home.

My knees were inside her open legs but I couldn't get in as far as I would like. I lifted her hips and she shuffled her knees onto the edge of the bed. I stood and with difficulty kept my cock inside her until we settled into this new position.

At last I could swing my hips and allow full and deep penetration. She swung hers back and arched her back to maximise my length probing at her welcoming snatch.

I decided to give her my full repertoire -- to treat her to all my moves. Instead of rhythmically pumping in and out I began to spiral my thrusts, jab upward, side by side and forward and back, to make the most of my increased girth rather than my simply acceptable length.

My balls bounced against the hard ring attached to her clitoral hood and my thighs slapped noisily against hers as I thrust and cut my tool into her ever wetter fanny. My nostrils flared as I caught the scent of her sex in the musty air and savoured the distinctive sound of wet flesh invading wet flesh as I probed my throbbing meat as deep into her as I could.

She wasn't vocal, I wasn't getting any feedback and wasn't sure if she would come but I knew I could hold off for much longer. The only sign that she was acknowledging my presence was the occasional grunt of pleasure as my cock stabbed home and the growing heat of her buttocks.

I grabbed her hips and thrust forward rapier like and at last got her to react. She ground her hips backward to meet mine as my cock swelled again in narrow confines of her slippery cunt. 

I came with a grunt. She must have sensed the hot semen being pumped into her tunnel and sighed in polite satisfaction.

"I've been thinking of a shag all morning. Thank you kind sir. You better get a move on, your taxi is due in a few minutes." She said as she pulled her tights back up.

With that she left the room and carried on hovering as if nothing had just happened.



Breakfast At Tiffany's



I sat on my seat, in the morning sunshine, watching her window-shopping. It was 9.15 am, and a beautiful sunny morning. I had come into town to pay some money into the bank, forgetting that it was Wednesday, staff training day, when they did not open until 10am.

That was why I was here, sitting on the bench, watching the world, or more likely, the ladies going by. Oh, my name is Dylan by the way, Dylan Mulholland, 36-year-old builder/handyman. Recently divorced after my wife discovered some discarded thongs in my truck. Could I help it if some of my clients wanted a more personal service? Anyway, she disagreed, and here I was single again, with almost an hour to spare. It was fun watching the young mothers strolling by, kids dropped off at school, and now with some time to themselves. MILF is the common term I hear for them know, Mothers I would Like to Fuck. No way was I going to argue with that one, fucking mothers was a delight, and God did they love it too, as I had discovered. 

I had been there about ten minutes I guess when I saw her. Quite tall, long flowing curly hair, wearing a spaghetti top, and what I would call a long peasant skirt. She had a way of moving, a liquid sensuality almost pouring from her, with a slow lazy walk, which made it look like she was floating along.

I was watching her, as she stopped to look in the windows, and I soon realised, when she was a little closer, that she was looking at me also. Or, to be more precise, at my reflection in the shop windows. She was directly opposite me, when I got a closer look, nice tits she had, swinging freely as well I noticed. When she glanced at me through the window, I caught her eye, and smiled. Noting a fractional acknowledgement on her face. She moved along a little further, with a more pronounced swing in her hips now, and a subtle smile upon her face. Stopping to look in each shop, almost as if she was checking that I was still there, which of course I was. She had my full attention, as the delicious swelling in my pants verified.

When she approached Tiffany's Coffee Shop, she stopped at the doorway, and looked directly back at me. She smiled once, licking her lips, and then disappeared, inside the shop. Now I know an invitation when I see one, especially considering my history, as my ex-wife would say. In a heartbeat I was off my bench and entering the shop behind her, just in time to hear her order a coffee and a bagel.

"Make that two coffees, and two bagels."

I told the waitress, receiving a smile from the MILF, as she turned, and walked to find a table. I paid for the coffees, and waited for them, feeling the lady's eyes surveying my butt. At least it was nice and tight; I looked after myself, and knew that she would find nothing to complain about there. I joined her at the small table that she had chosen, placing her drink and bagel in front of her. We ate, and drank in silence, watching each other. I could not believe how erotic this felt, watching as she licked the bagel, before biting into it, and when I felt her foot on my leg, I almost choked. She just looked me in the eye, as her foot moved higher, sliding up my thigh, eventually rubbing my now hard cock with her foot.

That was when she spoke for the first time,

"Where are the restrooms here? Do you know?"

The sign that I could see pointed to some stairs, behind the chair that she was sitting on, and I then pointed it out to her. She stood up, smiling at me, before walking languidly to the stairs, where she stopped, and turned around to look at me, licking her lips again, and squeezing her breast a little. The message was clear, and I quickly joined her climbing the staircase behind her, and admiring her cute ass as we ascended. At the top of the stairs was a corridor, and at the end of that, two doors, one on each side. She leaned against the wall, first looking at the Men's room door, and then the Women's room, before finally looking at me questioningly. She was asking me which room; I smiled, and opened the door to the Women's room. 

Entering the room, she moved straight to the washstand, leaning back against it, and raising her long skirt, she tucked the skirt into her waistband. Licking her lips, she used her free hand to point to her landing strip, and the sweet pink pussy beneath it. The fact that she wore no panties did not surprise me; I guess that I had half expected it even. I moved through the doorway, closing the door, and sliding across the bolt to lock it. Turning back to face her, I opened my pants, and flopped out the hard seven and a half inches that I had for her. One of her hands went to my head, pushing it downwards, I got the picture, "if you want to fuck me, you eat me first." No problem there, I got down on my knees, between the hotties legs, grinning up at her.

She sat back on the washstand; raising one of her legs over my shoulder, as I started to kiss her pussy, then lick it. Sliding my tongue up and down her slit, she was fucking soaked. I slid a finger in her pussy, hearing her groan as she gripped it with her muscle. I finger fucked her slowly, sucking and nibbling her clit at the same time. Looking up at her, seeing her tits out, as she pulled and twisted on her nipples. I slid a second finger in, fucking her a little harder now, I could feel her trembling, and her moans were getting seriously loud.

Then she took hold of my hair, pulling my head upwards, having no choice, I got up slowly. She pushed my head against her tits, squashing one against me. Using my hand I squeezed on the tit, and then sucked at it, taking the nipple between my lips, and then in my teeth. My free hand was back between her legs, finger fucking her dripping pussy again. Once more my hair was grabbed, her trying to lift me, I didn't argue, rising to my full height. Her hand slipped around the back of my head, pulling it to hers, and kissing me hard. Her tongue was now ramming deep into my mouth. My fingers had slipped out of her cunt, so I pushed them into her mouth, letting her taste her, as indeed I had just tasted her.

Her hand came down to my cock, grabbing at it, pulling it towards her cunt, this woman was fucking rampant now, and needed a fuck, a hard fast fuck. I was not about to disappoint her. Sliding my cock into her, as her arms came around my neck, pulling me closer. There was no finesse here, it wasn't needed, and I just started fucking her. Pounding my cock into her grasping pussy. She came almost immediately, her cunt squeezing hard as she started to spasm, groaning out loud. It did not matter to me; I just kept on fucking her, ramming my cock as deep, and as hard as I could.

She wrapped her legs around me, and started to suck on my neck, then she bit me, and even though it hurt like hell, I didn't give a fuck. I was too far-gone by now, crying out to her.

"Oh fuck lady, I am gonna cum in you, and fill your hot wet cunt, God Yes."

Her legs left me, and she quickly pushed me away, falling to her knees, and grabbing my throbbing dick in her hand. She wrapped her mouth around the head, licking and sucking, as her hand pumped away furiously, I was in blowjob heaven. It was truly awesome. My legs tightened, every muscle on my body tensing at once, and then I exploded. Shooting my load into her throat, feeling her gag a little at first. Then she swallowed, taking everything that I could give her. I was panting so hard, almost shaking, as this hot sexy bitch cleaned me up. Licking my cock delicately, she sucked every drop of my come from me, as she squeezed my balls with her other hand.

She stood slowly, popping her tits back into her top, before taking a couple of tissues to wipe her sex. After re-adjusting her skirt, she came to me, kissed my cheek, and whispered quietly.

"Go to the Men's room, wait two minutes, and then you can come back downstairs."

Pulling up my pants, and fastening them, I followed her out of the room, and entered the Men's room, as she went off down the corridor. I was in there longer than 2 minutes, swilling my face with cold water, and drying it before I left.

When I re-entered the café, she was nowhere to be seen, and our table had been cleared. I asked the girl where the lady I was with was.

"Oh her, Sir, she left as soon as she came back downstairs, said it was OK to clear away. Is everything OK Sir?"

"Yes, yes, it is fine, thank you."

I too left then, but she was nowhere to be seen, in fact, I never saw her again, not once. But I do know one thing; I will never forget the day that I had "Breakfast At Tiffany's".



Breakfast Bid



My loving owner and I share a beautiful home near a lake in a very secluded spot. It's not all that far from the rest of our tiny neighborhood but, set apart quite a way. It's one of two that we own. My handsome man chose it for privacy, which is good because, there are times that privacy is paramount in our lives.

I've stated before that my owner is a man of varied tastes when it comes to fun and this time was no exception. He enjoys taking the time to select specific temporary additions to our private routines. Temporary additions that have similar endowments as well as similar discretion's. I don't know the screening process my love initiates but I trust him with all my heart.

I feel the need to say that because, there are times when my love brings someone to one or the other of our homes and I have heard more than one gentleman express awe in how my love keeps every aspect of things exclusively, yet warmly private. They never truthfully know exactly where they are other than in one of our homes.

On this particular day, my owner and I had just finished breakfast when he got a call on the cell that he uses specifically for our special times. He gave me that sweet half lidded expression and secret smile of his that let me know something uniquely exciting was about to happen. 

"I'll be right back sweetie." he whispered as he quickly kissed me and hurried out the door, phone to ear.

I knew he'd be true to his word and felt a thrilling tingle at what might come next.

I cleared the table from breakfast and began running the dish water when I heard my love pull into the drive. Knowing enough of how my beautiful owner likes to do things, I knew to continue with what I was doing until he bid me otherwise. 

Sometimes, the thought of his control alone is enough to get me sopping wet.

My loving owner snuggled up behind me, sliding his hands up and down my sides and whispered in my ear,

"We have a guest pretty girl. I want you to be nice as can be okay?"

I nodded in agreement and went to turn when he stopped me.

"I want this to be a little different so don't move until I tell you to." 

The bulge I felt nudging itself to my backside had me eager to please him so much! I had an idea of what he had in mind for this get together. We'd shopped online for a few new items and thought carefully about how we wanted to implement them and now, he was orchestrating a beautiful game for us!

I stood still as I heard him beckon someone into the room. I heard another man's voice, low and rumbled in a tone of appreciation at my rather ample shape. I'm not tall, nor am I stick thin. I'm very curvy with long dark wavy curls. This being summer and our home being so near the water, I'm sure our guest thought of tropical fantasies come to life. 

I stayed still as my loving owner breezed beside me to issue out a few of our standard rules while showing me off to our guest. 

"As you can see," he began, "I like it when my wifey wears precious little." 

With that, my love moved to stand in front of me, easing his strong hands over my curves. He kissed me and lifted my sundress so that my ample ass could be displayed through my lacy panties. I, in turn, caressed his lower stomach and massive bulge and revelled in watching his mouth drop slightly open. 

"Wow! That is one impressive ass!" our guest exclaimed. His voice was deep with a pleasant resonance but I didn't turn to see him... I could feel that this was part of the new game and I wanted to make sure I played to my owner's satisfactions. 

My handsome love smiled at the new found appreciation of his property as well as my centered attention on him, holding me in his strong arms, taking my breath away as he did so. His slight nod to me a wordless approval of my actions thus far.

"Like I said on the phone, there's more." he said over my shoulder. 

"And, I just call her 'wifey' too?"

My owner's face grew only faintly serious. 

"No, you can call her 'M'. And just to be clear," his smile returning to his handsome face, "that stands for 'mine'. Isn't that right sweetie?"

"As you bid my love. Always as you bid." I said as his smile grew even more.

"That's my sweet girl. Now then, something new for you." 

He pulled a bit of cloth from his pocket and let me see it. A blindfold! And not any blindfold either, one that I'd been wanting for the longest time! 

My thoughtful owner and I enjoy spending time going through online catalogs and shopping in out of the way adult stores to find just the right playthings. Sometimes, we enjoy custom creating things for one another. 

This time though, he'd surprised me with the most beautiful brown suede blindfold decorated with lovely burnished paisleys and velvet inner trim. It was soft and delicate and I grew even more excited because I knew it was only one part of a very special set.

"Ooooooo!" was all I could muster when I saw it but the expression on my lover's face was worth all the money in the world and then some.

He chuckled a bit at my reaction.

"I'm glad you like it this much. Now, hold still while I put it on you." 

I closed my eyes but could not close off the thrill of how it felt to have him touch my face after my blindfold was in place. Suddenly, the scent of him was more intoxicating than usual. I was aware of our newest guest coming closer and realized that perhaps, it was he who did not wish to be seen. Being so private, I sometimes forget that our temporary collaborators also have needs for seclusion and discretion.

I felt him kiss me once more, his hands roaming over my body. The desire to please my love felt even stronger than ever.

"It's okay to come over now, she can't see you. Can you pretty girl?"

"No love, I can't."

I could smell a man's cologne, somewhat pungent. It reminded me of what high end bankers think money-men ought to smell like. As always, it was something small like this that made me inwardly appreciate the habits of my man even more. He's not the cologne type.

"She's really beautiful and what an ass!" our new collaborator muttered to my love.

"And that's the only thing off limits. This ass is never shared, it's exclusively mine. You can caress it and watch me go there but that's all."

"Good deal. I'm just happy to have found someone as private as me for this."

I listened to the exchange of words between them with such happiness. It feels good to know my owner protects me so well. He does so much for me.

I heard a rustle of cloth. My owner guided my hand to his now exposed cock and had me stroke him slowly, his hand covering mine. 

"Reach your other hand out sweetie. I want you to feel how fat you're making our new friend's cock." he whispered to me.

Doing as he said, I reached out and heard a hasty zipper being pulled down before feeling a thick member touch my palm. I folded my hand around it and stroked it in tandem with my owner's larger member. This new cock felt thinner and not quite as long as my owner's but still larger than some. Rubbing my thumb over the head of it, I could feel the pre-cum leaking out. By the sighs and light moans, I could tell things were going well so far.

"Keep stroking his cock sweetie, I'll be right back."

I stood as bid and kept stroking while I heard my owner from somewhere in the living room behind me. In no time at all, he was back and had dropped something soft onto my feet. I could feel him take hold of my hand and arm and guide me gently downward.

"There's a pillow for you to kneel on right in front of you sweet girl, let me help you down."

Once I was comfortable on the pillow, my man kissed me deeply. I could feel his happiness and excitement in that kiss. He then guided my free hand back to the beautiful thick length of his cock.

"Open up nice and pretty sweetie." 

I tilted my head towards his voice and opened my mouth, my reward of course was his tasty cock. I could feel him pulsate in my mouth, breathing in his scent, I reached for his balls to caress while I sucked. I enjoy going slowly as I know this pleases him plus, he tastes so wonderful, I like savoring every moment. I switched things up a bit, pulling my hot, wet mouth from his hardness and licking each ball before sucking each one in to twirl my tongue around them. Hearing his groans and feeling his fingers through my hair got me even more wet than before. I went to suck more of his beautiful cock but he stopped me.

"Time for our guest to sample that pretty mouth sweet girl." he said as he turned me around and kissed me. 

I opened my mouth and took in our guest. He was smaller, as I'd noted, but muskier too. Not too unpleasant but certainly not my owner. Telling the two apart blindfolded just got much easier. I treated him to the same oral delight as I'd given my owner and this time, was rewarded with loud and heavy groans.

I was almost positive my owner was smiling at that.

I was drenched by this point. My juices slowly making their way down to mid thigh. I know my owner is very perceptive to my needs and knows just when I begin to get almost too wet to bear. He knows that when I get to that point, almost all my reason goes out the window and I've no more pressing desire than to see him pleased with his hard steel-like cock embedded deeply within me. 

"Up and over pretty girl" I heard him say as he gently guided me by the arm to stand and bend over the kitchen table.

"Ohhhhh shit that ass is incredible!" our guest murmured low as my owner tenderly flipped up my sundress. 

My dress was a pale lavender with tiny floral design while my panties, I'm sure my love was happy I wore that day, they were a deep grass green, a colour he loved to see against my light toasted copper skin. I could hear our guest draw in his breath at my love pulling my panties slowly over my ample ass. The stretch lace giving only the slightest of tugs against my flesh. The contrast in colours bringing to mind tropical delights. Still sopping wet, like honey through the lace, my wetness now being smeared along the insides of my thighs even further as my panties came off.

I could hear a condom being opened with haste and could feel my owner's hand on the small of my back.

"Spread those beautiful legs open sweet girl, I want our new friend to have first dibs with that pretty pussy of yours. He ought to sink in easy with how wet you are. I want you to be nice and let him fuck that pussy as hard as he can, okay?"

I nodded my head as I felt hands on my ass, rubbing in circles and then stroking the sides of my upper thighs. The hands were long and smooth, very different from my owner's more strong grip. These reminded me of someone who did no physical labor at all. They smoothed over my ass once more and I felt the tentative push of his cock to my hot pussy. Slowly, he eased himself in while my owner, at my side, held on to the small of my back.

Our guest gave a long slow push forward and felt as though he was in to the hilt. I could feel my ass being pried apart as he moaned very lightly, I imagine he was watching my hot wet box engulf his cock as he slowly began fucking me. He had a steady pace, not uncomfortable but not at all what I was used to. He felt good in my hot box but I yearned for more. 

Much to my disappointment, he did not last long. I felt him jerk a few times, give a groaning sigh and pull out.

"Holy fuck, that was GREAT! Her cunt is so tight! I couldn't last looking at that ass, just seeing that was amazing!" he exclaimed in satisfaction. 

My owner knew, of course, that I was no where near being pleased. This new man may have been almost as big as my love but he had no idea how to cut loose and use what he had. That sort of animalistic passion was something he was very masterful of.

"You want amazing? Watch." I love when my man says things like that! "Pretty girl, I want you to reach out and hold onto the edge of the table and don't let go. Understood?"

I nodded, "Yes, as you bid."

I did as I was told, grabbing onto the edge of the table as my owner slid around to my eager backside and slowly filled my drenched pussy with his cock. Thick , hard and throbbing, he let me take a few breaths before pulling nearly all the way out only to plow into me as hard as he could. Again and again and again, he pulled himself away from me only to slam into my pussy with such force that I could do nothing but scream my pleasures and hold on. Then he sped up, fucking me wildly. Soon, I felt a certain pace begin... he slowed a little, his breathing was different, I knew he'd gotten close to cumming and held back. Pulling his magnificent cock out of my pussy, he told me to stay put.

"Oh my God, she's used to that kind of fucking? You hit pay dirt man!" I heard our guest say.

"Not done yet my friend!" my owner replied. "Right my sweet girl? We're going to let our new friend know just how things get done around our household, right?"

"Mmmm, yes love!" was all I could happily say while catching my breath. I could sense my owner looking for something below me, something in his pants pocket on the floor. I heard a snap of plastic and felt something cool on my ass, slipping between my cheeks. He'd brought the lube! I wriggled about for him as he rubbed his huge cock over my pussy, into my pussy and back out to rub between my ample ass cheeks. He ran his strong hands over my cheeks, pushing them together to squish the lube everywhere. I could hear his low moans of appreciation at how slippery things were getting. 

"You aren't serious, are you? Can she take that much cock up the ass?"

"I've trained her well, it's still a very tight fit but when she's as worked up as she is now, yes, she can take all of me up her beautiful big ass, isn't that right sweetie? You love how I fuck this ass don't you? And you want the nice man who's cock you sucked and who banged that pussy to watch me fuck you up the ass don't you?"

I was delirious with passion at this point! "Yes my love, I do!"

"What do you want sweetie? Tell me. Tell me nice and nasty."

"I want your hard cock up my ass! I want to feel your thick cock up my tight hole!"

"Do you want me to cum up that big pretty ass?" his grip on my ample cheeks tightened as he rubbed his cock between them. Swirling his thumb near my hole he added, " Do you want me to stretch you open honey? You want me to open that ass fuck it like your pussy? Want me to fill that sweet ass with cum for you?"

I was beside myself with need! Tingling from his filthy-sexy words! "Yes! Please, please use my ass like a pussy! Stretch me wide open and fill me with cum!" I'm positive my owner was smiling at that! Slowly he pushed his cock against my hot hole. Slower still, my ass swallowed more and more of him, widening, stretching around his hard, thick cock. 

"Holeeeee..." 

I heard my love grunt loudly as he seated himself as deeply as he could go up my tight, hot, greased up ass. He began thrusting cautiously at first, gaining a stride to let me become accustomed to and then, when he knew I was ready, going for broke with everything he had, his heavy balls slapping my dripping pussy mercilessly with each heaving thrust. 

Pounding faster and faster, his groans and my squeals of delight echoing through the room. Pistoning harder and harder into my eager flesh, his cock like a hot steel dowel, long, thick and probing. Leaning over me more than he already had, grabbing my hips harder for more leverage, tipping them up slightly for deeper penetration, plunging repeatedly in and out of my tight, slick and slippery hole. I imagined his cock gleaming with lube, shiny and masterfully taking utter control of my ass until at last, I felt him tense up, shooting his hot thick cum deep within me. He collapsed on top of my back, kissing my shoulders and neck, whispering how much he loved me while disengaging from my now sloppy hole. Pulling himself up, he pushed my cheeks together as I felt his cum ooze out, dripping over my pussy and down my trembling thighs. 

"Wow... you were right, that WAS amazing!" our guest stated. 

"Stay where you are sweetie." my love called to me.

I could hear an exchange of words and a door opening and closing. My owner was right at my side after that, helping me up and removing the blindfold.

"I'm SO fucking proud of you sweetie! SO fucking proud! I'm going to get him back to where he needs to be and I'll be right back after that, okay? You go ahead and get cleaned up. I love you so much!" He enveloped me in a massive bear hug and kissed me deeply. 

After a few minutes, he and our guest were on their way. I cleaned myself up with a nice long shower and gave myself a treat of a bowl of strawberries. After a little while, I heard my love return home.

"He was really impressed with you sweet girl!" he said. "Though it might have been nice to have lasted longer, I'm glad it was quick. He didn't seem to please you much. I'm sorry about that."

Pouting like a petulant little boy, my lover's blue eyes seemed to deepen with regret. 

"Don't let it bother you my love." I softly said to him. "I doubt if anyone will ever measure up to how you feel inside of me. I don't think anyone can ever come close to how good YOU make me feel." His blue eyes once more held the happiness I'd come to crave and love.

After his shower, my love and I spent the next few hours wrapped in each other's arms, talking over what had occurred, planning for what we'd like next, satiated by an extremely good breakfast.

Fin



Breakfast Break



The weekend had arrived. Everyone was up and lounging in the living room watching cartoons. She wondered into the kitchen in her usual sleep wear. She wore only a an t-shirt and panties as she always had. She was not really in the mood for cartoons. She had other needs she would rather have met but wanted to give her husband time to unwind. They both worked but her work was more metal and his more physical. She was leaning over the counter reading the back of one the many cereal boxes on the counter when he found her. She was lost in her own thoughts and didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her.

Her husband, wearing shorts as usual, had decided to see what was up when she didn't return right away. He saw her bent over the counter. He could not help but admire her round firm butt. Her butt moved slightly as she shifted her weight. He scanned her toned legs and thought she looked even sexier then when they first fell in love over 7 years ago. A stirring in his shorts only encouraged his private thoughts. He smiled as he thought about how they share a strong desire or need in the mornings. He didn't think twice, knowing she would probably not turn him down. Now she may make me work for it he thought, but that is just as fun. 

He shut the kitchen door behind him and walked up behind her. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and pressed his groin against her firm butt. He expected her to play along, maybe even tease him some, then they would end up laughing and teasing each other, and maybe if things went well, they would end up back in bed. Her reaction was not expected but welcomed. She had been trying to not think about what she wanted, and what she wanted was her husband to make love to her. So when she felt his strong hands on her hips she reached around and squeezed his butt hard. She dug her nails in though his shorts and the sudden growth between them let her know he wasn't prepared. A smile of pleasure crossed her lips as she stood up. Still facing the counter she arched her back and leaned her head and shoulders against him as he continued to hold her hips to him. 

"Where's the kids?" she whispered into his neck. His scent intoxicated her. He didn't answer her question. Instead he slide one hand around front to the top part of her panties, lower belly area, and pressed her harder into him. She could feel him grow harder. His other hand skimmed over her shirt up her side and over her ribs. Then he cupped and squeezed her breast that had yet to be caged by a bra. Her nipples became erect under his skilled fingers. 

They stood motionless for moment with only there lower halves rubbing and pressing in hidden circles. His hand that had pressed her belly began to slide further down between her legs. As his hand slide down he could feel her heat and wetness. A rumbling sound erupted from his throat into her ear as he continued to harden. He pressed harder, wishing the clothes they did have on were gone already. 

His fingers led the way between her legs. Her legs parted for him ever so slightly. Her heat was intense. He drew from memory of last making love to her of how her body felt as he move in and out of her. He rubbed her clit through her panties. She leaned more into him and a moan escaped her. She reached between them and found his stiff manhood. She rubbed and stroked it through his shorts. He moved his hips in time with her attention. A smile played again at her mouth because she knew he was as ready as she was. 

His hand slide into her panties and found her wet and eager to be touched. She felt good to his fingers. He quickly found her clit and flicked it with his fingers. He continued to use his fingers and her wetness increased. Her hips rocked with his hand movements. They stood there fondling and stroking each other as their need increased and the fear of the kids entering lessened. She continued to rub and stroke his hardness then slipped her hand into his shorts and pulled out throbbing erection.

He ran his hand around on the inside of her panties to the rear. He pulled the panties aside in the back so he could have access to her hot tight place. He continued to rub her wetness from behind. She leaned again over the counter and he guided his hardness slowly into her. He had to bite his lip because she felt so good and when he wasn't with her he dreamed of having her. 

She spread her legs wider for him and the she reached under and squeezed his sack. He thrust hard into her as she did as a reward and a punishment. She moaned loudly and he leans over her. "Shhh." he whispered into her ear as he moved in and out of her in slow deliberate movements. She too had to bite at her lip to not moan loudly or scream as he began to slam into her harder and faster. 

She wanted more and moved so she could turn around. He smiled at her flushed face and the desire for him in her eyes. He raised her shirt and played with her nipples. He flicked and sucked on them. As he did this he squeezed the other breast. He squeezed, pinched, and tasted each breast and nipple in turn. He lifted her up onto the edge of the counter. He had always loved the fact that the counter was nearly a perfect height. His mouth again captured her breasts.

He pulled her panties down below her knees and off one legs. He moved her to the edge and as he kissed her hard he pushed into her. Her legs wrapped around him as he pounded into her again and again. They used their kissing to keep each other from becoming to loud. Kissing frantically as their pace became erratic. She dug her nails into his shoulders and down his back leaving bright red marks, as she exploded around him. He felt her grow warmer and inner pulsing of her surrounding his stiffness. 

He pounded harder and faster into her. Each time he pushed further into her. Her body took all he gave. He continued his assault until he too exploded. Their warm juices mixed within her. They kissed again slowly and deeply. They stayed like that for only moments but to them it was forever. The sound of the tv brought them back and while laughing they cleaned up and redressed. 



Breakfast Buffet Babe



Jolene pulled the belt of the short robe tighter around her waist unaware that as the material bunched it lifted and exposed more of her generously curved ass. She could not believe she agreed to do this. But money was tight and her friends said they were done making loans that she wasn't repaying. So she reluctantly agreed to come with them on this job. They said it was as a serving girl at a museum benefit brunch. They neglected to add that it was to promote the new exhibit of Nudes in Art and that they weren't the servers. They were the serving trays and they would be nude.

She looked over at one of her friends, a tall willowy blonde with a slim boyish figure and perky little breasts. She was unashamedly stretching herself out on a vented table while a sheet of what looked like plastic wrap was being stretched over her. As Jolene's eyes traveled around the prep room, she realized that she was the only one not on her table now. She looked back at the changing booth and considered bolting, then she thought about the money and stood her ground. She put her hands on her belt and quickly undid it and let the robe drop before she could chicken out.

There were four tables being set up in the small room. One had a muscular girl lying on a tan sheet with her legs spread and her arms straight out to her sides. The pose was reminiscent of a Da Vinci drawing and the girl's firm tanned body was being covered with rolls, muffins, and other types of breads and pastries. Another had a girl with generous curves lying on her side on the back edge of the table. Her head was turned and she was looking over her shoulder her long hair in a braid that hung down onto the blue and white tablecloth. Various cheese and cold cut platters lined the table behind the reclining nude. Jolene's friend was settling onto a sea blue sheet. Her hair was being pulled up into a loose coil on her head and tied with gold ribbon. As she settled down a gold trident was placed in one arm and trays of seafood were being brought out.

A middle-aged lady in a clean white shirt stepped forward to help Jolene onto her table. She reminded Jolene of a nurse. She propped one of Jolene's legs up, her foot even with the other knee and the bent leg lying on a pillow camouflaged by the green sheet that she lay on. Her one arm was pressed against her side while the other was above her head curving past her ear with her hand near the end of the table. The position was pressing her full breasts up and she sucked in her stomach in reflex.

"Just relax, sweetie," the woman helping arrange her said patting her on her stomach. "If you tense your muscles, the food is going to keep shifting."

Jolene gave her a nervous smile and tried to relax. She was just happy now that she had shaved and waxed everything yesterday. A sheet of plastic was pulled over her body and tucked in tight around her. She knew she had to be bright red with the intimate way the woman was tucking the material around her but she might as well get used to it. She doubted it was going to get any better over the next hour.

Once properly tucked in she was rolled over to the kitchen door where a very busy little man was consulting a clipboard and shouting orders at people.

He looked at Jolene, then down at his clipboard.

"This one's fruit," he called out and a young guy came running over.

"Okay, here's the layout," the little man began. "The breasts will be covered with a whip cream fruit dip. I want melons in the valley here and cascading down onto her stomach. The belly area will be strawberries. Across the hips, I want bananas, the back hip should be unpeeled transitioning to peeled and sliced the long way on the front thigh. I want full pineapples against the back knee and then rings stacked between the legs and spilling over the front knee. The lower part of this I want covered in grapes."

Several carts came rolling over to Jolene's table. Three people began pulling bins off the cart. One of them contained vines and flowers. These were arranged around the perimeter of the table. A wonderful floral scent surrounded her and she closed her eyes and tried to relax; tried to forget about the people moving around her naked body. Just try to imagine you're in a hospital she told herself. These are just doctors moving around you. Her attempt at calm vanished as the first of the fruit was laid on her body. A pineapple was placed between her legs and leaned against her knee. Several more followed. Then bananas were placed on her leg so that they draped intimately over her thigh. As more bananas were added she could feel them against her lower lips and it was very disconcerting. The smaller fruit followed and she got a chill as the melon pieces were poured down the valley between her breasts. She was certain her nipples were at full alert but she was way too embarrassed to look. She was surprised at how professionally the food people handled the situation. There were no uncomfortable moments and no groping. She closed her eyes and tried to relax and let them do their job.

"Okay, open up your eyes, sleeping beauty."

Jolene opened them to see a woman leaning over her face and smiling. Jolene managed to return the smile.

"I'm here to do your makeup," the woman said as she pulled Jolene's ponytail out and spread the hair across the upper end of the table. The woman added some touches to her eyes and cheeks and finished it with a dark plum lipstick. She added flowers to her hair and added a few artistic touches to the fruit display.

"Beautiful," the woman declared. "Roll her on out."

Jolene felt a jolt of panic at those words and as the table started moving she felt her stomach lurch. Oh please no, she thought, don't let me throw up, that would definitely spoil everyone's appetite. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Mr. Snipe, the man who arranged the talent for this event, had told her to just think of herself a statue. A work of art on a canvas of food, simply stare at the ceiling and do not interact with the guests. 

The large conference room was set up with banners of famous nudes in art. There were several nude ice sculptures on beverage tables set up around the room. A bronze painted nude man stood on a pedestal in the center of the room. Along one wall carefully pointed lights were set up for the food tables. A large crowd of people buzzed around the room. Most men dressed in a casual professional look of khakis and polos. The women were in casual summer dresses. All seemed occupied in conversations and no more uncomfortable with the tables of nude women being rolled out then they were with the nude art surrounding them. As the tables were locked in place an announcement was made and the guests began to wander towards the naked women

When Jolene's cart came to a stop, she intentionally didn't look around. She found a spot on the ceiling and focused her eyes there. She could hear the buzz of the crowd, some uncomfortable laughing and an occasional rude comment. She tried to not listen and hoped that this was not a fruit-loving group. 

Several moments later the first guest arrived at her table. She felt the rubber tipped tongs against her stomach and she jerked slightly causing the man at her side to jump and laugh.

"Hey Paul, I think this table's a little ticklish," the man called to a friend.

Jolene was turning red again. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks and she had to fight to keep a calm expression on her face. The man's friend joined him at the table.

"Oh, melon, my favorite," the man apparently named Paul said. He lifted several pieces of melon onto his plate. Then she felt the melon against the lower edge of her breast and she had to fight back the shivers it caused. "Oh I like that reaction ever better than being ticklish."

The comment caught her so off guard that she glanced immediately at the man and was struck by the way his gorgeous dark brown eyes were looking at her. She immediately looked away and tried to control her breathing. She wasn't going to get let herself get turned on. That would be even more embarrassing. Then she felt another piece of melon swiped across the whip cream on her breast just brushing the tip of her nipple. Despite her attempt to think of something non sexy, her nipples hardened to stiff little peaks at that slight touch.

"Yes, I definitely like that reaction," Paul said.

"Alright man, come on," his friend said. "You're embarrassing me and you're probably humiliating this poor girl."

He took pity on her and moved on. Jolene let out her breath and didn't even notice the other people who now were at her table. Several people came and went and she felt food being removed but her focus wasn't on anything near her. She was listening for his voice, wondering where in the room he was and what other tables he was sampling from. She forced herself to not think about him and located her spot on the ceiling again. She wondered how much of her body was now visible. More strawberries and pineapples had been removed and occasionally some bolder people, women included, had sampled the whip cream. She was developing a strange detachment from her body.

The view looking down on her was of a tantalizing vision of a woodland goddess. Her long brown hair was spread and out around her head. Her dark brown eyes gazing vacantly up at the sun. The lightly tanned skin on her arm framing her face. Her feet were bare of fruit and patches of skin showed through the pile of grapes laid over her calves. There was a patch of skin visible on her pale thigh another near her hip then another in the deep valley between her breasts. Part of one nipple showed through the pink tinted whip cream and the lower edge of one full curve of her breast. It was a picture of serenity and beauty.

"There is a lot of good food here, but for some reason I'm just craving fruit."

Paul was back and standing near her feet. Jolene swiveled her gaze to him thinking again how good looking he was. He had shoulder length dark hair that was tucked behind his ears and just enough facial hair to give him a bad boy kind of look.

He traced a finger along the inside of one ankle, then stopped and plucked a grape off the vine. He lifted it slowly and popped it into his mouth. With a deliberate motion he reached for another one. His finger sought out another bare spot and gently touched her shin. He carefully plucked another grape and this time it lingered on his lips for a second before he consumed it. Jolene could not tear her eyes away from his hands as he plucked and ate yet another grape. She felt like she was the vine that he was eating from. He gave her a wink then turned away again. As he did she let out a breath that she wasn't aware she had been holding. Her detachment from her body was gone. He had charged her system and now every touch sent a jolt to her core. The man who let a ring of pineapple slide across her knee as he selected it, the woman who brushed the inner curve of her breast as she retrieved several chunks of melon and the man who nudged her pussy lips gently with the tip of a banana as he pulled it from the bunch all sent shock waves through her system as she imagine Paul with his gorgeous brown eyes sampling all those spots on her body.

Then he was back at her side. This time he was selecting strawberries. He took several until he had uncovered her naval.

"Well we don't want to expose that to the public do we?" he asked, a sparkle in his eyes. He lifted one of the berries then put it down pressing it firmly into her naval. Then his hand brushed one of the other berries and it rolled off her stomach toward the back of the table. 

"Oh no, we don't want to waste such perfect fruit." He moved around to the top of her table then stretched across her table reaching for the berry.

She gasped slightly as she felt his pants at first brush her finger tips then his body pressed against her hand as he reached further and she realized that his hard and very thick cock was being pressed into her palm. He seemed to take his time retrieving the berry, rubbing himself thoroughly against her hand. The blood was pumping so hard in her veins and she failed to hear what Mr. Snipe said as he came to stand beside her. Paul obviously realized had been caught and backed several steps away from her table.

"You put together an intriguing event," Paul congratulated Mr. Snipes.

"Thank you. I hope you are enjoying the food," Mr. Snipe answered with an emphasis on food.

"Yes, quite delicious."

Paul must have left after that as Jolene watched Mr. Snipe follow him with his eyes and once he was a distance away, he turned to look at Jolene.

"Are you okay?"

Jolene nodded, not trusting her voice right now.

"I'll have one of the kitchen staff stand by to make sure you don't have any other problems."

Jolene forced a smile on her face since she knew he would expect gratitude from her, but truthfully that was not the feeling she was experiencing right now. Having felt that thick rock hard cock in her hand, she wanted more. She was downright horny and now the people who stopped at her table were extremely careful not to make contact with her body. No doubt due to the security detail that had been added. It was driving her crazy as her body was continually almost touched. She even pressed her arm tighter to her side pressing her breast higher, mentally begging someone to sample more cream. One person did slip a little and tapped a banana against her thigh and she almost came her body was wound so tight. 

Then she felt the cart moving and she realized that the hour was up. Thank god, she thought and her next thought was that she was going to go straight home and get out her vibrator. She was not going to be able to think straight until she relieved a little pressure.

The food was cleared quickly thanks to the plastic wrap and Jolene made a bee line for the changing rooms.

"Hey, Jole, we're going to lunch," her friend Michelle the tall blonde called to her. "Snipes said he'd treat. Hurry up and get changed and meet us outside."

Go home and masturbate or free food. Tough choice. Of course any self respecting broke college kid had to jump at the chance for free food. Given how wound she was right now she could probably handle things without her toys so she waved okay to Michelle and grabbed her clothes. One look at the changing area and she decided it was not private enough. She put on her robe and headed instead for the bathrooms down the hall. If she remembered correctly the stalls had floor to ceiling doors so she'd at least have some privacy.

As she went in the door she heard footsteps behind her. As she got inside the bathroom and was reaching for a stall door, the bathroom door opened and there stood Paul. She froze and just stared at him. He covered the distance between them in two steps, and then he pushed her into the bathroom stall and closed and locked the door behind him. His quick actions broke her out of her spell and she threw herself at him. Her lips found his as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body pressed his into the door. His hands slid under her robe and pulled it open. They traveled over her body in quick groping motions, touching everything that his eyes had feasted on earlier. Her hands dropped to his belt. She deftly undid it and the pants and reached inside. It was as perfect as she had imagined, thick, long and hard. He groaned as her hands began pumping his cock. He spun her around and pressed her shoulders against the door. His hands left her for a second as he retrieve a condom and slid it on. Then his hands grabbed her ass lifted her slightly and drove his cock into her body in one smooth stroke. She whimpered and slammed her head back into the door. He gripped her hips firmly and began stroking himself in and out of her very wet pussy. He had only plunged inside her a dozen time when she felt the trembling, the volcano building inside her. Her fingers sunk into his shoulders and her body clenched around his cock. Within seconds she could feel his cock swelling as he came too.

They remained locked together for a few seconds as both fought to regain their breathing. Then her lowered her down to the ground making sure she could stand before he rid himself of the condom and closed up his pants. He pulled a card from his pocket. Leaning forward to kiss her lightly on the lips, he placed the card in her hand.

"Call me," he said. Then he shuffled his way around her and slipped out the bathroom stall.

Jolene dropped onto the toilet seat and stared at the card. Then she closed her eyes and smiled.

"That was good," she said.



Breakfast By My Pool



I often enjoy a leisurely breakfast outside by my pool. On one typical South Florida morning, warm and bright with a beautiful breeze, my next-door neighbor said "Hi Ron, this damn pool pump makes me crazy!" We made small talk for a few minutes then she went back to her task and I sat on my lounge to read my paper and finish eating. I was wearing an old blue bathing suit with a split up the inside of the left leg, I could feel the sun on my dick now so I knew the leg had opened enough to expose my penis. I checked to be sure that Heidi couldn't see me. She was nowhere in sight so I felt pretty safe; there is after all a privacy fence between our houses. I left my prick exposed to the warm sun and continued reading the paper. Then I noticed some movement behind the fence. The form moved around some more and over the paper I could see that Heidi's face was close to the slats. "Oh good," I thought, "She is going to complain to Neil that I exposed myself."

I never moved because I wanted her to think that I was not aware of my exposed privates. Heidi moved to a different spot and I realized that she was working to get a better view. I still didn't do anything to cover up. I found it exciting knowing that she wanted to get a better view of my dick. Boldly I put suntan oil on my legs acting casually unaware that my exposed dick was now swelling. She was squatting motionless behind the fence looking over to me. I spread my legs some more giving her an unobstructed view of my exposed crotch. I leaned back picked up my paper and pretended to read it. I held the paper up to hide my face and hers but I was actually watching her through the space between the slats. I could tell that she was watching her old neighbor between the slats. Then she moved away and she said' "Ron, are you still there?"

"Sure am." I replied.

"I can't get this thing to work and I've tried everything. Could you take a look at it?"

I didn't realize how hard my heart was pounding until I got up to go to her aid. I went around the fence walked up behind her and looked over her shoulders at the malfunctioning pool filter. She was holding down the lid on the basket thing by the motor and she asked me to help her get it screwed on. I reached over her back and we both started trying to turn the damn thing. My hip was pressing against the back of her head and I knew that if I spread my legs my package would fall out of my split suit. We kept trying and finally I had to move to keep my balance and I put my foot on one of the pipes. I braced my right leg against her right shoulder. Sure enough my dick and balls were now hanging out behind Heidi's neck. She was turned so that her big soft breast was touching my left leg. My dick was starting to respond and I knew that I was about to be caught so I pulled the lid up and water spewed everywhere.

Heidi turned her face away from the pump and into my bare crotch. We fell back together and the water continued to drench us. I jumped up to shut off the pump and ended up standing over a laughing Heidi who was still sitting on the ground looking like a drowned rat.

She looked up at me and said, "Well that was interesting. Look at you standing there all exposed."

"Sorry," I said, "But you aren't exactly the model of modesty."

The white tank she was wearing was now wet and transparent. I helped her up and grabbed a towel and said, "Sorry about that. Here let me dry you off."

I started drying her hair and then her breasts and she just stood looking at my stiffening dick and let me rub her tits. Then she grabbed the towel and said; "My turn," and she started drying my crotch.

Wow that brought my dick to full attention. Heidi dropped the towel and said, "I want you to know that I haven't done this for Neil in 20 years," and she took my dick into her mouth. I reacted by grabbing her head and holding my prick in my neighbor's mouth.

"That is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. I've never had a blowjob." I said.

"Oh my god! Then this has to be more than a quickie," she said.

"Come in the house while I take my wet clothes off," she instructed.

We went inside and she pulled the wet top over her head and barred her breasts. She asked if I liked them. In case my throbbing was dick wasn't enough proof, I kissed her stiff nipple. Next she pulled her jeans shorts down her legs. She pulled her panties down and her sandals were all that remained. Then she boldly fed me her tits.

"Dick my tits," she said, "and I'll blow you.

I slid my hard prick into the valley between her breasts. She looked down and licked my prick head.

"Oh girl, it is now time for you to suck me off." She rolled over and took my dick into her mouth. I went nuts.

Her mouth did thing that my dick never felt before. She rubbed her tongue up and down the sensitive underside and rolled it around the head. I was in ecstasy. I reached down and played with her tits and she swallowed my whole cock. I went mad and shot stream after stream of sperm into her sexy mouth. She never choked or stopped; she just kept sucking my dick until I stopped squirting.

We were both in a sexual frenzy. I stayed hard and I wanted more of her. Heidi couldn't believe it, she figured that after I came I would just get up and leave her all sexed up and unsatisfied. No way! I wanted her even more now and I pulled her up to me and started kissing and licking her crotch. Now it was her turn to go crazy. She laid back, spread her legs and put her fingers inside her cunt. She said, "Eat my pussy, you nasty old fucker, you!"

I put my face into her crotch and ate her out until she pulled my head tightly against her cunt and had a screaming climax. I leisurely licked her until she settled down then we went to the kitchen, still naked, to get a cold drink.

Neil is so fat she told me that he can barely reach his dick and he doesn't last very long. "He can never get on top of me or he would crush me. Would you please fuck me on top?"

"No!" I said but I dragged her back to the couch and I got on top of her and we started kissing. She hugged me tightly against her chest and pulled my body down against hers and said, "Oh yah, this feels so good." That raised my meat to full capacity. I slid it into her juicy cunt and we started to fuck...a slow deep stroke fuck.

She said she loved how it felt to have a man on top of her and she grabbed my ass and wrapped her legs around my hips and I fucked that girl for about a half hour without ever feeling anything but lust. She moaned the whole time and she came several times. Then I shot another load deep inside her cunt. She came again with me and we ended up lying in a sweaty heap panting like a couple of marathon runners.

All that happened in one day. We avoided each other for the next several weeks. Then we were thrown into an unavoidable situation; we were both invited to the same party. I was pretty sure that she and Neil would be there when we got the invitation. Janet was not particularly excited about going and as expected she got a migraine the day of the party so I went alone. Neil, who is famous for having parties at his house but never going to anyone else's parties, was also a no show. So to my surprise sic. Heidi and I sort of paired up. When we were alone she asked if everything was OK between us. I assured her that it was better than OK, and I patted her butt. It was smooth and seemed to be void of panties so I touched it again and this time felt all over her ass.

"You naughty girl. Did you forget to wear panties? " I asked.

"I figured you would be the one to notice," she said and walked to where a group of women were talking.

I joined some other friends and I was pretty turned on to the possibilities of what might happen.

Late in the evening when there were only a few people remaining I found Heidi in the back of the house all alone. She was crawling on the floor in the guest bedroom.

"What's up, or maybe I should say...down?" I asked. 

Heidi turned her head around and said, "Ron you shocked me. I lost an earring somewhere in here."

I immediately got down to help her look and soon maneuvered myself into position behind her. I placed my hand on her ass and she just kept looking for her earring. I slid her skirt up over her bare butt and was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss it. So I did, and I licked it and I even stuck my tongue into her tight little ass hole. She waved her ass against my busy mouth and said, "You are distracting me, you nasty man."

I pushed her down onto her stomach and I fingered her wet asshole. I freed my prick and started to shove it into her ass. "Oh No Ron! Not in my ass. I have never done that," she said in a panic.

I wasn't going to let that stop me and I slowly forced my hard prick into her asshole. Once I was all the way in she calmed down and let me butt fuck her. She even enjoyed it and started to moan. When my climax got close I started to pull out. She said "NO! I want to feel you cum inside my virgin ass!"

Cum I did, my dick shot off in her ass and when I was finished she seemed very pleased with herself. She stood up and said; "Now I want to cum with your nasty old dick inside my cunt."

I stepped up behind her bent her over the bed and shoved my dick into her cunt. I started really fucking her. When her climax started I shoved my finger into her asshole. She exploded even more. I kept it up and she just kept climaxing until I shot another load into her cunt and we finally collapsed back onto the bed.

We were not aware that our hostess had spied on us...