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The Mentor

By: mikec1010



Tom, 33 and his wife Kelly 31, arrived in Chicago early on a Friday. Tom had been transferred to the head office in Chicago and this was a real move up the corporate ladder. He would be handling the marketing strategy for the entire corporation. 

The movers were finally gone, their two children were safely tucked away in bed. Tom was 6 foot 1, with dark hair and built like a wide receiver. Kelly was 5 foot 4, with red hair and a milky white complexion. The two were sitting on the couch enjoying each other's company when the doorbell rang. 

Tom, got up and answered the door and was greeted by Bob, 54 and his wife Liz, 51. He stared for a moment and then Bob spoke. "We're Bob and Liz Henderson, with the firm. We have been appointed as your mentors. We will help you get set up and used to the city." The four sat down and chatted for a while. 

Bob was a tall man over 6 foot 3, and Liz a cute blonde at 5 foot 2, with blue sparkling blue eyes. When Bob and Liz left, Liz gave both Kelly and Tom a big hug. Liz would be over in the morning to take her shopping and show her around the new suburb.

The children were off to school and Kelly was just finishing dressing when the doorbell rang. She hurried down the stairs and opened the door to Liz who gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek as she entered. Kelly looked her over and hoped that when she got to be fifty-one she looked as good as Liz. The next three weeks the two women were inseparable as the men spent long hours at the office. 

The following week the men were on the road and Kelly would have felt very lonely if it had not been for Liz. The two had just finished a set of tennis and they both returned to Kelly's house for ice tea. The two chatted and finally Kelly said, "You know I hope these trips and long work days end soon, I'm really missing my husband."

Liz assured her that within six months things would slow down but during this "break-in" period Tom would be gone a lot. When Kelly frowned Liz said, "Tell me?" 

Kelly looked down but she did open up to her new friend. "I really miss the intimacy that Tom and I have. When I don't have that intimacy I just get cranky." 

Liz smiled and said, "Darling, that's what masturbation is for."

Kelly turned red but laughed out loud. Liz reassured her that things would change in several months but not to give up on the idea of masturbation. With that Liz got up and said good-bye. But this time Liz didn't just give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She gave Kelly a kiss squarely on the lips, a kiss that lingered just a bit too long. Then Liz left. 

Kelly showered and climbed in bed. She was confused by Liz's action. She had always enjoyed the hugs and the quick peck she received from Liz, but this was something new. As she lay there she thought about it and wondered if she was reading too much into it. Could Liz have been sending some kind of hidden message? Kelly was in a quandary and finally fell asleep.

The next morning Kelly got up and got the kids off to school. Just after nine, the phone rang. It was Liz inviting her over for lunch. Kelly paused for a moment but then accepted. The two women hung up and Kelly arrived at eleven-thirty. 

The two women talked and ate lunch. Liz was clearing the table when Kelly finally said, "Liz I just have to ask you. That kiss you gave me yesterday. It seemed, uh, well different than any other kiss you've given me. I was wondering what was up." Liz walked back over and sat down. She reached out and touched Kelly's hand. "Kelly, I too have gone through lonely times with Bob and I have to admit that I found the intimacy I was missing with another woman. If that shocks you, I'm sorry. But intimacy with another woman is very satisfying. I kissed you the way I did because I find you very attractive." She paused waiting to read Kelly.

"I'm going back to my bedroom now and if you'd like to join me, please do. If not, no harm and we will never talk of it again." With that Liz rose and walked out of the kitchen. 

Kelly was stunned and got up. She grabbed her purse and went to the front door. As she reached out to the doorknob something seemed to stop her. She waited. She thought. She wondered what it would be like to be in the arms of another woman. She turned, put her purse down and headed back to Liz's bedroom.

She stopped at the bedroom door and looked in. Liz was sitting up in the bed thumbing through a magazine. She stood for a moment and then Liz put the magazine aside and patted the bed next to her. Kelly didn't know what to do, but suddenly her feet were guiding her to the bed. 

She kicked off her shoes and sat down on the bed with her back to Liz. She was looking down and she felt Liz's hands on her shoulders. As she massaged Kelly she said, "If you are uncomfortable at any point, just let me know." 

Kelly nodded her head as Liz began to massage up and down Kelly's arms. It took only a few minutes and Kelly began to relax. Relax that is until she felt Liz's breath on her neck. She tensed even more when she felt Liz place small moist kisses along her hairline. Liz kissed her way around until she nibble on Kelly's ear. Kelly's hand lay back and Liz;s hands moved around and she gently cupped Kelly's breasts. 

Kelly became slightly uneasy again. She liked the feeling that was coursing through her body, but at the same time she felt it was wrong. Kelly could feel her nipples pucker as Liz slowly unbuttoned Kelly's blouse. The blouse was slipped off Kelly's shoulders and the material was replaced with Liz's lips. 

Kelly sighed and then her bra straps being lowered. She opened her mouth to protest but words didn't come out, only another sigh. Kelly laid her head back on Liz's shoulders as she felt Liz unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms.

The nex thing Kelly knew Liz's hands were gently massaging her breasts. Her nipples were growing and when Liz began to roll the nipples between thumb and forefinger Kelly just melted. Kelly reached up and ran her hand through Liz's hair and Liz nibbled on the younger woman's neck. 

The next thing Kelly realized was that her back was being lowered to the bed. Before she realized the full gravity of the situation, Liz had her mouth affixed to Kelly's right nipple, while her hand played with Kelly's left nipple. The fire within Kelly's body was growing and she was feeling the same way she did when Tom touched her.

As she relaxed she tensed again as Liz unzipped the zipper on her short and undid the snap. As Liz nursed now on Kelly's left nipple Liz's hand cupped and made slow circles across Kelly's pussy. Kelly moaned and then Liz sat up and lowered Kelly's shorts and panties in one deft motion. 

Liz smiled as she looked at the naked woman and she licked her lips as she looked at the red hair that surrounded Kelly's pussy. Liz snuggle in between Kelly's legs and as she kissed the out lips her finger slowly invaded the younger woman's pussy. 

Kelly let out a deep moan as Liz began to lick her little bud. Kelly shuddered at the contact but spread her legs even wider. Liz began to lick her clit in earnest now. She would bring Kelly to orgasm as quickly as possible so the young woman would not change her mind. She would be more concerned about giving her greater satisfaction and bringing her more deeply into the world of woman to woman lovemaking later. 

Kelly knew where this would all wind up and while part of her really wanted the release of an orgasm part of her was still struggling with the idea of this being wrong. Kelly was totally, completely, one hundred per cent straight. She was totally, completely, one hundred per cent in love with her husband. There was no way this could really be happening. She was trying to deny the flood of pleasurable feelings going through her body, but she was beginning to lose. 

Liz's finger was hitting a spot inside her pussy that was just driving her crazy. She almost told Liz to stop because she was feeling as though she had to pee. But that feeling passed and now it was taking her to heights she never knew existed. The tongue on her clit was driving her on quickly up the mountain to orgasm. 

Kelly's nipples were so hard they ached and the she felt a warm feeling radiating out from her pussy through her hips and down her thighs. The orgasm was building. Her breathing was labored and then it hit her. The orgasm began to sweep through her. Her clit tingled and then feelings of pleasure seemed to explode. She dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips off the sheets. She seemed to hang there for a few seconds and then the contractions began. 

At first she felt a rush of something warm, as though she had peed and she worried for a moment, but the worry gave way to absolute pleasure as he cried out, "LIZ, I'M CUMMMMING!" Her hips bucked up and down. Her own hands went to her breasts and she held them tight as the orgasm overwhelmed her. 

She struggled to get a breath and couldn't. He body convulsed and she had lost control totally. Soon the convulsions began to dissipate. Slowly she began to return to earth. She felt totally relaxed and calm. She wondered if she had made a full of herself in front of Liz. As she lay there she felt Liz move her way up her body. 

Liz smiled at the lovely young woman and she knew that what she needed now was rest. Liz cradled Kelly in her arms and as Kelly drifted off the last thing she remembered was a feeling of contentment and safety.

The Mentor



 Copyright 2008 by the author.

He hadn't wanted to come to this conference, but when he saw the hotel they had booked for the event he started to change his mind.

When the bellboy opened the door for him and they walked in the room he had to force himself not to gape. As far as he was concerned it was a palace. There was almost too much space for one person. He felt guilty about the expense and reminded himself that it was the university's bill, not his.

The bellhop was chattering on about all of the luxury features of the establishment. He didn't pay a whole lot of attention until a phrase caught his ear.

"And if you want to keep in shape, there's our state-of-the-art fitness center, complete with sauna. Great place to relax and unwind after a workout."

"Sounds good," he replied. He made a mental note to check it out. 

After he'd tipped the bellboy and ushered him out he flopped onto the bed with a sigh of relief. There wasn't going to be much to do until tomorrow, when he was to give his presentation. He'd already had dinner. 

He ought to call his wife. He knew that conversation could easily turn into a half hour, though, and he just wasn't up to it. She'd probably already left a message on his cell phone, which he'd deliberately turned off. He'd give her a quick call in the morning, when he'd have an honest reason to cut things short.

It would be easy to spend the rest of the evening vegging out, looking at the TV. But something in him couldn't get what the bellhop had told him out of his mind. Work and travel had knocked him off his regular exercise routine and he should try and get back on.

Before he got too sleepy and lazy to move he willed himself off the bed. He peeled off his street clothes and reached into his carry-on for his workout gear. Dressed in t-shirt, jock and nylon shorts, he put on his Nikes and headed to the elevator.

The fitness center was on the second floor. He opened the door and saw that the corridor straight ahead of him led to the pool. To the right were the men's and women's locker rooms. The exercise room was on his left.

It wasn't quite as large as he had thought it might be, but it was clean and well lit, with a nice assortment of treadmills, stairmasters and weight machines. A TV screen on one wall was playing a sports channel with the sound turned off. He decided to have a go at the treadmill-cardio was a priority after days of inactivity and plane rides.

It took a minute or two to get the speed and intensity adjusted to his liking, but pretty soon he was jogging at a good pace. It felt good to be moving. He touched a button and jacked it up a notch, fast enough that he really had to concentrate on keeping up. Soon he was panting and sweat was running off his brow and into his eyes, making him wish he had a headband.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that someone else had come into the exercise room, an older man who was working one of the weight machines. At last he put the treadmill into cool-down mode and slowed to a walking pace. He pulled his t-shirt up and wiped his dripping face.

"How is it?"

He looked up, startled. The other man had stopped lifting and was sitting up, looking at him. He had silvery hair and a neatly trimmed beard of the same color that set off a pair of twinkling blue eyes. His chest and shoulders filled out the t-shirt he was wearing in a way that wasn't common in men his age.

"You mean this machine? Fine, I guess."

"Looks like you had a good run." "Yeah...yeah, I guess I did." He was a little unnerved that this stranger was so intent on conversation.

"I might try that thing myself."

"I'm done. Be my guest," he said. All he wanted to do was get out of there and back to safe solitude.

The other man didn't seem to notice his discomfiture. "Nice talking to you," he said, standing up and extending his hand. "I'm Al."

There wasn't anything he could do except take it and say his name. "Doug. Listen, I'm going to hit the showers. I've got a big day tomorrow."

The other man smiled slightly, as if to acknowledge the brush-off. "Take care."

Relieved, he picked up a towel from the stack by the entrance and headed into the men's locker room. As he stripped off his sweaty gear and wrapped the towel around his waist he wondered what had gotten into him. The man after all had been perfectly pleasant. Nice body too, for an older guy. He'd especially admired Al's muscled legs, the thighs filling out the legs of his nylon gym shorts, the bulge between them...

Doug shook his head. Men weren't supposed to notice things like that about other men. He stalked off toward the showers. The marbled bathroom had sinks, urinals and toilets at one end. At the other were two private shower stalls next to a frosted glass door that led into the sauna.

He opened the door to the first stall. It was divided into two spaces, the shower stall and a dressing area with a hook on the wall and bench beneath. He left his towel on the bench and stepped into the shower, turning on a blast of cold water. It made him gasp and his heart race. He could feel his cock shrinking. After a while he added some hot water, soaped up and rinsed.

As he dried himself off he found he didn't want to get dressed and leave just yet. It had been a long time since he'd had a sauna. The heat would get him relaxed so he could get a good night's sleep.

The sauna was tiny, the box of hot rocks in one corner taking up a lot of space, two sets of benches along one wall barely long enough for two to sit side by side. Doug sat on the lower bench, away from the door. He stretched his arms out, leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift. 

He opened them again just as a shadow passed in front of the frosted glass of the sauna door. A moment later he heard the sound of rushing water. Al must have finished his workout.

Doug sat and listened, hardly noticing that he was hoping Al would join him.

The shower stopped and there was silence. Doug held his breath, straining to hear. The shadow passed by the door again, without stopping. Doug's shoulders sagged. He closed his eyes again and leaned back, expelling his breath in a sigh.

He started up as the door opened, letting in a blast of cooler air.

"Hello again," Al said, standing in the doorway naked, holding a towel. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." It would be nice to chat more with this pleasant stranger.

Al climbed onto the bench and sat on the upper board, so that his left leg was next to Doug's right shoulder. He spread the towel loosely on his lap and leaned forward, elbows on his thighs.

"So did you do the treadmill?" Doug asked.

Al looked up and smiled. "Yep. Not for long, though. I'm pretty beat. Long plane ride today. I take it you're here for the conference too?"

Doug nodded. "I'm presenting a paper tomorrow. I should be going over it right now, but obviously I'm not." He laughed. "Playing hooky."

His companion smiled. "We should all do more of that."

"Not if you're junior faculty coming up for tenure." Doug caught himself, a bit embarrassed. "I'm sure it's been a while since you've had to worry about that."

Al shrugged. "I see it from the other side now."

"So you're a chair?"

"Dean."

"Well," Doug said, only half joking. "I'm honored that you're even talking to me."

Al snorted. "I'm not one of those. You know, most of us want to help. We want you to do well." He leaned his head back against the wall. "Don't worry about that now. Relax and enjoy."

Doug closed his eyes and tried to take his advice. At that moment he noticed that Al's leg was barely touching his shoulder. He stiffened and was about to shift his body away, but something stopped him. Instead he remained where he was, and leaned very slightly to the right. In another moment he felt Al's leg shift in response. Now there was no doubt that it was pressing against him.

His heart was pounding with excitement and the sweat trickling off of him wasn't just from the heat of the sauna. Without looking up Doug slowly raised his right hand and ran his fingers up and down Al's calf, feeling the hard muscle.

The pressure from Al's leg increased, and Doug felt the other man's hand on his shoulder. Al moved his fingers gently, massaging the deltoid. Doug's head fell back and his mouth opened as he enjoyed the touch of another man, the first in a long time.

Abruptly the massage stopped. Al stepped swiftly off the bench and pulled open the door of the sauna. Doug's heart sank until he saw the shadowy figure pause on the other side of the frosted glass. Al held his towel as he stood in profile, stroking his hardening cock.

Doug's own cock leaped in response. The silhouette disappeared. The next moment one of the showers started running.

He had to make his move and fast. The next second he was out of the sauna, the air cold against his bare skin. Doug pulled open the door of the shower stall. A blast of steam and the sound of rushing water surrounded his senses. Ahead he saw Al, standing under the spray, turn and smile, beckoning with one hand.

Feeling like he was in a dream Doug moved slowly forward. Al left the shower and came toward him. He stiffened, not knowing what to expect. The other man smiled and pulled his towel off, tossing it onto the bench. "You won't be needing this," Al said. He took Doug's hand and led him gently into the shower stall.

Al stepped back under the spray. In the small space under the showerhead there was no way their bodies could avoid touching. Doug shivered as the other man's arms went around him and pulled him close. He sighed, closed his eyes and let his body sag against Al's.

Then he felt Al's lips press against his own. He started and pulled away as his eyes flew open. He shook his head. "Not here," he said.

For a moment Al looked hurt, then nodded. "You're right," he said. He stroked Doug's arm. "You're the best looking guy I've run into in a long time," he said. "Come to my room?"

The water pelted their bodies as Doug stood still, thinking. He was a happily married man. Or was he? Happily married men didn't avoid calling their wives on trips. They didn't go to the gym hoping to run into another lone man. They didn't get in a single shower stall naked with another man. And their cocks didn't get hard as rock when they thought about going to a stranger's hotel room.

"Okay."

Al's smile was so sweet and genuine that Doug felt a tug in his throat. "Great. I'll go first. I'm in Room 546. Can you remember that?"

Doug nodded. 

"I'll see you there. Don't bother to change. Just come soon, okay? Promise?"

There was no way to resist the urgency in Al's eyes. "Promise."

Ten minutes later Doug stood before Room 546 in his clammy gym clothes. He was shivering, still damp from the shower. His heart was in his mouth as he knocked on the door.

The door swung open into the dimly lit, spacious hotel room, even more luxurious than his. Al was nowhere to be seen. As Doug entered he saw why-his friend was concealing himself behind the door, stark naked. Doug's eyes widened at the sight of Al's erect cock, the shaft straight, roped with veins and capped with a flaring, darker head.

The hotel room door fell shut with a thunk. There was no turning back.

Al smiled. "Welcome," he said. Before Doug could reply Al was on his knees before him, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, pulling Doug's already half-erect cock out of the damp pouch of his jockstrap.

"Sweet," Al murmured, and Doug gasped as hot slippery pleasure engulfed his organ. It quickly became steel hard as Al slid back and forth along the shaft, taking him down to the root, pressing into his pubes until he gagged. Ropes of spit leaked out of the corners of his mouth, dropping onto the carpet.

Doug's brain was in total shock, unable to comprehend anything except the moment. Soon the sparks darting up from his loins began to gather themselves into a larger fire. He felt the explosion coming and was helpless to stop it-didn't want to stop it.

"Oh God," he gasped, "I'm going to cum."

"Mm hmm," Al said, his mouth stuffed with cock. He slid back and forth even faster as Doug reached the point of no return. He threw his head back, letting out strangled grunts, struggling not to make too much noise as he unloaded spurt after spurt into Al's mouth. His hands tightened around Al's head in a convulsive spasm. Dimly through the stunning force of his orgasm he noted with wonder that Al hadn't let go-he was swallowing every drop.

Finally Doug's balls were drained and his breathing began to slow. He released his grip on his partner. Al let Doug's softening organ slip out of his mouth, taking a few last licks at the head. He kissed Doug's thighs and looked up with watery eyes, smiling.

"Very nice. Thank you."

Doug suddenly felt weak. He dropped to one knee, head hanging, taking deep breaths. He felt Al's hand on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?"

He looked up into his new friend's anxious eyes and tried to reassure him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just took a lot out of me."

Al chuckled. "I'll say it did. Felt like I drank a quart. Sorry I wasn't very sociable, but you got me so hot in that sauna. I couldn't wait."

Doug didn't reply.

"Seriously, are you okay?"

He looked up again, startled. Al's look was knowing, but sympathetic.

"You don't do this all the time. In fact I bet you haven't done this in a long while, if ever."

A beat, then Doug nodded.

"I've had guys who pulled their pants up and left without a word. One even punched me out. You're not going to do that, are you?"

"No." He felt a little indignant at the thought.

Al smiled. "I'm glad. You want to sit a bit, have something to drink? I have a great mini-bar."

"But you didn't-" Doug hesitated.

Al got to his feet. "No big deal. Maybe later."

Doug stood up and started to adjust his clothes. They were damp and uncomfortable. The room was warm, and on impulse he bent and pulled his shoes off, then the rest of what he was wearing. When he was naked he looked up. Al had fished two bottles of beer out of the mini-bar and was standing, holding them. He smiled.

"Come sit."

They faced each other in two armchairs on which Al had spread towels, and drank their beers, not saying much. Doug swallowed his brew and leaned his head back. The tightness inside him that been there all day was gone.

"Feeling better?" Al asked.

"Yeah. Much." Doug opened his eyes. "Thanks."

Al smiled. "Don't mention it. I always aim to please."

Doug chuckled. "You're not like most deans I know."

"I'm not a dean tonight. Only a man."

Al's eyes were half-closed. His pupils glinted in the dim light. They were looking straight into Doug's. He sat sprawled in the armchair, his legs apart. His soft cock hung down between his balls, heavy in their sack. Al's pubic hair was light brown flecked with gray, sparse and pale on his lower belly.

He reached down and gave his flaccid organ a squeeze. Doug felt his breath quicken.

"What are you thinking?" Al asked.

The answer rose to his lips without conscious thought. "I want to suck your cock."

A smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

Again Doug had that dreamlike feeling he'd experienced in the shower. He slowly moved to where Al was sitting and dropped to his knees in front of him. He put his forearms on Al's warm thighs and looked up. The other man raised his brows playfully.

"So far, so good," Al said. Doug laughed, surprised and grateful. He took Al's cock in hand, inspecting the dark pink head, the neat circumcision scar, the paler, veined shaft that curved a bit to one side. Gathering all his courage he leaned forward, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He felt the heat rising from Al's crotch, caught a whiff of cologne and male scent mixed. He closed his mouth very gently around the head and took the cock down his throat. As he slid slowly back and forth he heard Al's quick intake of breath.

"Mm, nice." A hand gripped the back of his neck. Doug tasted salt and knew that precum was flowing from Al's cock. It had grown steely hard and much bigger. In fact his mouth was starting to ache from trying to stay open wide enough not to scrape it with his teeth. He let it slip out and licked at the head and down the shaft.

"Oh, baby," Al breathed. Doug took him back in with renewed vigor. With a shock he realized he was enjoying this. "Cocksucker" was just about the worst thing you could call a man, but that's what he was doing and liking it. He bobbed his head vigorously back and forth, then lunged forward, taking as much of Al's cock as he could, until his nose was pressed into the other man's pubic bone. He gagged as the head cut off his breathing and surfaced, gasping for air, tears starting from his eyes. His own cock jutted from his crotch.

Al caressed his cheek with his hand. "Damn, you are good," he said, smiling. "Come here." He lifted Doug up as he bent downward and put his lips to the other man's. This time Doug didn't recoil. Al's lips and tongue were soft and sensual, his breath scented with alcohol, his beard scratchy on his cheeks and chin. Every touch made Doug more aroused. He didn't want this to end, ever.

"Get on the bed," Al whispered. Doug stood and went to the king-sized bed. When he lay on his back Al gestured to him.

"Turn over on your stomach. Spread your legs."

Doug obeyed, a bit nervous. He felt Al climb onto the mattress behind him and between his legs. The next moment he felt a soft wetness tickle his butt. Al's tongue found the crack and slid downward as his hands pulled Doug's cheeks apart. The next moment Doug moaned as Al's tongue darted and flicked into his exposed asshole.

Al burrowed deeper, pushing his entire mouth against the opening, bathing it with his spit, shoving his tongue in as far as he could. His beard scratched the sensitive area behind Doug's balls. By now Doug was whimpering into the bedspread. The sensation was indescribable, even better than the blowjob he'd gotten.

Finally Al came up for air. "Mm, sweet ass." A pause. "I'd love to fuck you."

Doug wheeled his head around, startled.

"Don't worry, I've got protection," Al said.

"It's not that. I've never done that."

"Oh." A pause. "You want to try?"

Doug thought. The idea scared and thrilled him at the same time. He wanted to know what it was like, to be used and ravaged by another man's hard dick. When would he get another chance?

"Go slow, okay?"

Al smiled. "I will. I want you to like it too."

He got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned his erection was hooded with a rubber and he carried a small squeeze bottle.

A while later Al lay on his back on the bed, one hand gripping Doug's arm as he knelt straddling his body, the other pointing his cock up at Doug's greased hole.

"Just push out as you sit on it." Al smiled up into Doug's eyes. "You're doing great. Ready?"

Doug nodded, his breathing tight and shallow. His heart was pounding with fear and excitement. Al had been honest and told him it might hurt a little. How much? He was a man, he could take it. He bent his knees and slowly began to let his weight down. 

He felt the blunt head of Al's latex-covered cock press harder and harder against his resisting ring. Then he gasped as he felt it breach the barrier. Before he knew it the head was inside him and his anus had closed around it, clamping shut. Pain shot through him as muscles not used to the invasion protested.

"Shit! I've got to stop!"

"Shh. It's okay."

"No. Please. I don't want to-"

Suddenly Al's hands grabbed Doug's arms, holding him down as he tried to rise. "Doug. Do you trust me?"

Silence. Doug looked down into Al's eyes, steely with authority. He nodded.

"Relax. It'll get better. I promise I won't go any further. Breathe."




The Mentor



Doug tried to obey. The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing. His thighs were aching with fatigue. He couldn't hold out much longer.

"Ohhh." A long soft moan rose from his throat as he felt Al's cock push further into him. He found himself sitting pressed against his partner's pelvis. A slow fire was burning inside him where he had never felt anything before.

"Fuck yeah," Al said softly, his eyes boring into Doug's. "How's it feel now?"

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

"Look down."

Doug did, and saw his cock jutting rock hard from his crotch, leaking clear fluid from the tip onto Al's stomach.

Al smiled. "Body doesn't lie." He thrust his hips upward, drawing a grunt of pleasure from Doug. "Ride with me, partner."

Doug grabbed Al's shoulders to steady himself as the older man began to drill his hole from below. He raised his head, wanting to laugh with joy. It wasn't just how good it felt. It was knowing that he was flying into uncharted territory, letting himself go, surrendering control to another man. He understood for the first time what his wife must feel. The thought of her brought a fleeting wave of guilt. He brushed it aside to concentrate on squeezing every drop of sensation from the moment.

"That's it, squeeze my cock, man," Al whispered. "Clamp down on it with those virgin ass muscles. Yeah."

After a few moments more he sat up and drew Doug's face to his own. They kissed as Al stroked Doug's cock. Without letting go Al leaned forward, tipping Doug backward until he was lying on the bed and his legs were hooked over Al's shoulders. He could feel the other man's weight pressing on him, bending him double. His hot breath bathed his face, his musky scent filled his nostrils. He was trapped underneath Al, impaled on his cock. There was no escape.

He raised his head and whispered into Al's ear. "Fuck me."

Al grinned. "You got it." He raised his hips and began to drive into the younger man. His pubic bone collided with Doug's tensed butt muscles, thudding on each downstroke. Doug hung on for dear life, tossing his head from side to side, his arms around Al's neck, his eyes closed. There was nothing in his consciousness except the reality of Al's cock, invading him, splitting him open, shattering his last defenses.

He felt a hand grasp his cock and begin to stroke it. The simultaneous assault on his penis and prostate finally pushed him over the edge. He groaned with delight as he came for the second time that evening, his cock spurting over his heaving stomach.

"Yeah, do it," Al muttered. "I'm going to cum with you. Fuck, here I go..." His words became hoarse grunts as his face contorted in a grimace of pleasure. His body contracted in one last, huge thrust as if to pin Doug to the bed. Al raised his head, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent shout. Doug felt the cock in his ass pulsing as it emptied his load into the rubber.

Al's body collapsed on top of his. They stayed joined for minutes longer as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Finally the older man raised his head and smiled into Doug's eyes.

"Thanks. That was worth waiting for." He kissed Doug lightly and began to withdraw. Doug cried out as Al's cock popped out of his used, sensitive hole. He stretched out on the bed as Al disappeared into the bathroom, heaving a tremendous sigh, looking up at the ceiling, his mind a complete, contented blank.

He heard water running. Al was taking a long time and Doug suddenly realized how tired he was. It had to be really late. He ought to get up and go back to his room, but it felt so good just lying here...

He opened his eyes with a start. A towel had been placed on his stomach. Al was lying beside him on the bed, and had taken hold of his left hand. In the light of the lamp the circular indentation on his ring finger was clearly visible.

He turned his head and found himself looking into Al's eyes.

"So how long've you been married?"

Doug thought a moment. What was the use of pretending now?

"Eight years." "Happy?"

He wondered why he wasn't offended by the question. "Yeah. Mostly."

"Good for you."

"How about you?"

Al didn't miss a beat. "Was. Twenty-five years."

"Did she know about you? I mean with other guys?"

The other man looked thoughtful. "Toward the end I think so, in a general way. I didn't tell her everything when we decided to divorce. She never would have believed me." A wry look appeared on his face. "I have a hard time believing it myself sometimes."


Doug felt some unexplained emotion welling in him. Before he could stop himself the words poured out. "Is this how it's supposed to be?"

"What do you mean?"

"Picking up strangers? Sneaking around when you're away from home? Living a lie?"

Al's eyes revealed nothing. His voice was even as he said, "It depends. There's nothing to stop you from living the way you want. You could tell her tomorrow you're gay. Divorce her. Come out. Get a boyfriend."

Doug said nothing.

"Have kids?"

"A little girl. Eighteen months."

"Bet she's cute."

He smiled. "Oh yeah."

"That makes it more complicated. You don't want to lose her."

"I don't want to lose my wife either," Doug said vehemently.

"Then don't sneak around. Never do it with men again. I won't hold it against you." Al's smile was ironic. "Just so you'll know, I tried that route. Denial. Covering up my feelings, my needs."

"And?"

"Got migraines. Started drinking. Finally it got so bad I tried to kill myself."

Doug stared. Al held his gaze without blinking, then softened his expression. "I'm making it sound too simple. It's not an either-or thing. Maybe you'll be able to live a straight life. Maybe you can tell your wife and she'll understand. Everyone has to find his own way. I can't tell you it'll be easy, though."

A silence, then Doug said, "I'd like to see you again."

Al's smile was as sweet as it had been in the shower downstairs. "Doug, I'm truly flattered. I'd like that too, though I don't know when." Seeing what must have been the gloom on Doug's face, he added, "You can e-mail or call me whenever you want. Talk about anything that's on your mind. Like I said before, I want to help."

"Why?"

Al shook his head. "I remember when I was where you are now, young, married, at the start of my career. Struggling with feelings that were ripping me apart. All alone. I don't want anyone else to go through what I did."

Doug reached out and embraced him. "Thanks."

They clasped each other for a long moment. Al released him and turned onto his back, stretching and yawning. "Damn, it's late. We ought to turn in. What time's your session?"

"Nine o'clock. I've got to get up early though and look over my paper, make sure the PowerPoint works." Doug grinned. "I was going to do that tonight."

Al smirked. "Guess we both got sidetracked. You're welcome to stay here if you like. I'm getting up early too, I'm presiding over a session at nine myself." He reached for the conference program booklet that lay on the nightstand by the bed. "Let's see, I'm in the Prothro Room-"

"Prothro Room?" Doug said, surprised. "That's where I'm giving my paper."

Al raised his eyebrows. "I guess I'm introducing you. Douglas Baxter, Steelman College, right?"

Doug stared. "Albert Willis? The leading authority on nineteenth-century Latin American music?" He laughed, incredulous. "Al. I had no idea. Obviously."

"Actually, Douglas, had I known, I might not have been quite so forward. This is a little bit unusual."

"Well, I'll never tell." Though Doug wished he could, someone, sometime.

"I appreciate that." Al rolled his eyes, mocking himself. "You'd never know it, but I'm actually pretty discreet."

Doug nodded. "To think I had you for a whole evening and never asked you a single question about the subject." He grinned. "I did learn a whole lot about other stuff."

"You're a good student, Douglas," Al leered, then added, "We can talk shop tomorrow. I'm very interested in hearing your paper."

Doug blushed. "Thanks."

"And now, Dr. Baxter, will you do me the honor of sleeping with me tonight?"

"Sure."

They got under the covers and turned out the light. Doug quickly fell asleep in Al's arms. His last thought was about the morning. He didn't know exactly what it would bring, but he was looking forward to it.

END



The Mentor



I was really excited. I had just received a couple of copies of my first book to give out. While not the typical publication that most people would be proud of, I was. It was my first erotica book. And I enjoyed the type of subject I wrote about. I had given a couple of out but there was one copy that I knew where I wanted to go for sure. 

I headed back to my old high school. It had been about 8 years since I had been there, but I had kept in touch with Edward Willis since graduation. Mr. Willis was my English teacher both my junior and senior year. And when I left, he ended up becoming my mentor. Whenever I wrote something, I would send it his way to have it critique. He would always respond, letting me know what he thought, what could use work, and what it even meant to him. I valued his opinion.

The other thing about Edward Willis was the fact that I found him very attractive. Always had from the very first day that I stepped into his classroom. While shorter than most men, he had this rugged look about him that was easy to notice and a wide smile that was hard to resist. He had a very toned physique for him with really strong legs that were noticeable when he wore shorts. And while he did already have a receding hairline that was unfortunate for his age, he kept his hair a little longer and messy in a manner that worked for him. 

What started as an attraction grew into an infatuation. And that grew into liking. By the time I knew it, I had strong feelings for Mr. Willis. It wasn't something that I expected or even wanted. Having feelings for one of my elders was not the brightest idea anyone could ever had. I knew the boundaries and that nothing could ever happen between us. And it wasn't like me to fall for someone older than I was. For a man 12 years my senior, he was definitely my elder. But I couldn't help it. While you can always control your actions, you can't really control what you feel for another person. 

I arrived at Franklin High a little after 3pm. I didn't want to disrupt any classes and figured it would be better to catch up if we didn't have to rush. I had asked the receptionist at the front desk where his class was, happy to hear it was still in the same room. When I treaded my way over to his door, I looked inside and noticed he had a student at his desk asking him questions. At first, I chose to wait in the hall until the student left. But when curious glances rounded my corner, I went for the door knob, knowing I'd feel more comfortable waiting on him inside. 

I opened the door and walked in. He glanced quickly to see who had entered, looked back at his student, and then did a double take as he realized who it was. I watched the corners of his mouth arch upwards into a smile, reflecting my own. His eyes lit up and he stopped talking mid sentence. He was genuenly happy to see me. He quickly went back to his student. 

"Shelly, if you have any more questions, please feel free to email me."

"Thanks Mr. Willis." The student adjusted her back pack and turned for the door. She looked at me awkwardly before heading out of the classroom. 

I couldn't help myself. "Mr. Willis, giving out our personal email to our students now, are we?" I gave him a sweet glare to go with my sarcasm.

"Very funny, Miss Cook, but we now have a laptop program here at Franklin High implemented with its own email system. Nothing personal." He responded with the same sarcasm and quirky grin. 

"Are you serious? A laptop program? Where was the genius who came up with that idea when I was here?"

"It's nice to see you too, Grace." He got up to give me a hug; a warm hello.

"How are you, Edward?"

"I'm well. And since I see you're well too, sarcasm and all, what do I owe this pleasure?"

"What? I can't come by and say hello to my old teacher and mentor?"

He chuckled. His smile got wider. How much I always loved his smile. "Good point. Unfortunately, I have a department meeting in the next 10 minutes, so I can't really stay."

My heart sank. I was really looking forward to spending some time with him. "That's fine. I was actually here for something else as well." I pulled the book out of my bag. I wrapped it in brown paper, so you couldn't see the cover. "I had a small book published. It doesn't have my name on it; just a pen name instead. But you'd always been such a help that I wanted you to have a copy."

I handed him the book, which more looked like small package. He looked at me with amazement as he took it. "Grace, I can't believe this. This is absolutely wonderful!" He came towards me and embraced me in a grip defying hug. I obliged, returning the hug. I didn't want to let go. "When did this happen?"

"It all started about a year ago." We were both smiling wide from his excitement.

"I want to talk to you more about it, Grace, but I really do have to go to this meeting. Would you like to have coffee this evening? You can tell me all about it then."

"Sure, how about around 8?"

"That would be great Grace. There's a quant cafe' on Rosenberg and Rice not to far from here. I'll meet you there." And with that he gave me a quick hug again, grabbed his suitcase, and hurried out the door. I followed, walking back to my car and leaving the school to run errands and get ready for the evening. It made me excited to know that I was having coffee with Edward. Not something we had ever really done before. 

After all my errands, I went back to my apartment to shower and change. I chose to wear a red wrap around v-neck dress and nice black sandals. While the dress would look better with heels, and I did want to look nice, I didn't want to look like I was trying to hard. I was obviously still attracted to Edward Willis. And even though I knew the attraction wasn't mutual, I still wanted to look good. 

It was almost 7 by the time I was ready. It would only take me a couple of minutes to get there so I still had some time left before I needed to leave. I started to walk around the room, cleaning up small things that I had left out from the pass couple of weeks. I had music playing from the TV in the background. Not really paying attention, I jumped when there was a sudden knock at my door.

I wasn't expecting anyone. So when I opened the door to see Edward standing there, with keys in one hand and my book in the other, shock radiated through me. I couldn't understand why he was there or how he even knew where I lived. I looked down again at the book only to realize it was no longer wrapped.

"Edward?" He didn't say anything. He just looked at me. I couldn't read his face. "Edward, are you okay?"

He still said nothing. I didn't understand what was wrong or why he was there and not meeting me at the cafe'. And then it hit me. I could read the look on his face now. He was in shock as well.

"You read the book." All he could do was shake his head in a yes. "Come in." I opened the door wider. He followed, still saying nothing. I shut the door and turned to look at him. He was just stareing. I wasn't really sure what to say to him. I don't think he even knew what to say to me. 

"I'm sorry, Edward. I forgot to mention the nature of the book. I should have warned you. It's the reason why I have a pen name. I didn't mean to offended you. You've just always been such a help to me that even though the genre wasn't typical, I still wanted you to have a copy." 

I was so nervous. And the fact that he wasn't speaking didn't help. "Edward, say something."

"Grace, when you wrote this book, where did you get the idea for the story line?" 

I didn't understand him. "What?"

"Your story. Where did the idea come from?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your male lead is me, isn't it Grace. Why?"

There was a long pause. "How did find out where I lived?"

"Alumni records."

"Oh." My heart was racing. I was afraid he was upset. He took a step closer to me. 

"Is your male lead me, Grace? Is it suppose to be how I feel?" 

I hesitated. "I would have hoped. But I'm not expecting anything, Edward. It's just a story."

"And your heroin. Is that how you feel?" He obviously wasn't going to let the subject go.

I hesitated once more. There was no other way to say it. 

"Yes." I could feel all the blood rushing to my cheeks. 

He put his keys and my book on the table next to him. The he came up to me, grabbed me by both arms, and pulled me to him. He looked into my eyes once more and then kissed me. A kiss that I had been longing to have for so many years. I knew right then that my heart belonged to him. That I belonged to him. And I wasn't going to let him go.

He let go of my arms and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, approving of his kiss and not wanting him to stop. I could feel myself heating up. And not in the nervous embarrassing way that I was just in. In an wanting way. In the way my characters had wanted each other. In the way I had always wanted him. And with my body meshed up against his, I knew he wanted me. It was there, screaming out below his waist line. He wanted me just as badly as I want him. 

I slipped off my sandals and began to walk him to my bedroom door, never letting my lips leave his. Walking backwards, I wasn't really able to tell when we would reach the door so I could open it. Instead, I walked my back right into it, and he held me there, continuing to kiss me. His hands began to move all around my body, his mind in synch with mine. When he reached the lower back of my dress, he ran his fingers through the ties that held it together. Slowly pulling on each one, he untied my dress. 

His hands found their way to the front of my body and onto the hems of my dress, slowly pulling it apart. What started as a wrap dress began to look like a long short sleeve sweater as he pulled it to my sides, revealing a light pink lace bra and panties. He broke his kiss from mine and looked down to survey my body. My chest was heaving with anticipation. So was his. 

His hands ran along the sides of my body and then wrapped around my waist, bringing me close to him again. He placed his forehead onto mine and I began to see hesitation in his face. 

No. I wasn't going to let this stop. 

"Grace, are we sure about this? Am I even being professional?"

I didn't want to stop. Nor did I want to question it.

"Edward, I'm not your student anymore. Nor have I been for quite some time. All I know is that I want you. I've always wanted you. Now shut up and kiss me."

I moved my forehead away from his and kissed him again showing that I was sure about this. It was right. It felt so right. Kissing me back, he reached around to open the door. We tumbled into my bedroom a little before regaining our posture. I started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, off his shoulders, and throwing it to the side. I immediately went back to his pants, undoing them and pushing them off his waist. I used my feet to push them all the way down his legs. I heard his shoes come off as he struggled to get the rest of his pants off his feet. He broke his kiss from me to remove his socks. Then standing to look at me, he removed his boxers, letting himself free. 

I could feel my breathing getting heavier by the minute. I just stood there, looking at him. I wanted him to take me. To take me completely. He moved back to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. My entire body shivered at his touch. He pushed my dress off, letting it fall to the floor. He placed his hands around my back, unhinged my bra, and pulled it off of me. Then he placed his hands on my hips and pulled my underwear down, taking a whiff of me and running his hands down my legs as he took my underwear off. He threw them to the side and placed his hands back on my ankles, slowly running them up my legs and to my waist. Stopping there, he brought himself back up to me and just looked at me in the eyes. 

I couldn't help myself. I pulled myself to him and kissed him again. A kiss of longing. He walked me backwards and lowered me to the bed, laying himself upon me. I spread my legs, wrapping one around his, engulfing his body into mine. With no hesitation, he maneuvered himself and placed the head of his penis at my vagina. Breaking our kiss, I looked at him once more. It seemed like he was waiting on me, waiting for my approval. 

"Edward..." I nodded my head. 

He pushed into me, causing me to gasp. He pulled out and pushed in again once more, keeping me from closing my mouth or giving me the chance to breath. As he continued to pull in and out of me, I could feel his hard breath on my skin from where is mouth touched my shoulder. His warm lips were satisfying as he buried his hips deeper into me. 

I moved my body in conjunction with his, spreading my legs so that he could be deeper within me. Our lips never touched again but instead ran across each others shoulders and faces as though looking for another place to taste. I moved my hands with his sides, moving inward and outward. Our moans caressed each others ears, neither of us obviously wanting the moment to end. 

In a slow motion not to break us, he wrapped his arms around my waist and back and lifted me up towards him, sitting me on his lap. He never left me, keeping me close to his body at all times. With they way I noticed we were positioned, him sitting on his feet and me on his lap with my legs bent at his sides, I knew what he was doing. He had placed us in my female characters favorite position. My favorite position. Not only did he read the book, he had to have enjoyed it. 

The way we were sitting, my breasts met his face and he took my nipple into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around, I felt pleasure shoot from my breast into my vagina as my muscles flexed around him. He groaned onto my breasts once more, sending shivers throughout my entire body. I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted myself up and brought myself back down in one swift motion. I started to bounce on his lap, short small bounces, so that his mouth wouldn't leave my breasts. The sensations between both my chest and in-between my legs were exhilarating.

He removed his lips and meshed his head against me. With me bouncing on him, he began to thrust upward, bouncing on his feet. As I came down, he came up. And what started as a perfect rhythm became a mad quest to swallow each others bodies whole. 

If he enjoyed the book, I knew he would enjoy what I needed to tell him.

"Edward, I'm going to cum."

"Oh god Grace, cum with me."

And with that, I let myself go, bouncing in a frenzy and releasing myself upon him. He followed, cuming inside of me, gripping me tighter to his body. What I know could have only lasted mere seconds felt like hours of pure ecstasy. 

I held on to him, not only to keep my balance now that my body was weak, but because I didn't want to let go. His arms never loosened from around me. I caressed his hair and kissed him on the forehead, slowly planting kissing down his face until my lips met his again in what seemed like a long time. 

He lowered me back to the bed, taking himself out of me and laying at my side. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. Exhausted, we didn't say a word to each other. But looking at me, he was doing the exact same thing I was: smiling. Then the thought occurred to me. I didn't want break the moment, but I had to ask.

"Edward, how did you know the male character was based on you?"

"Your dedication. After that, with the description, I just pieced it all together."

Not one to always remember what I wrote, I pulled my copy of the book from the side of my bed and opened it to the dedication page. Inside, was the reason my book was not so subtle to Edward:

To Mr. EW, who not only taught me that if I really wanted to write, I could write about anything but who also inspired this story.



The Mentor



This is a first attempt at a dual POV story and involves my fantasy about a real person, but names have been changed to prevent getting busted somehow. Be kind. 

8 Years Ago

Me: I had nothing to do on a Sunday, no games or practices and I had a message from Leslie that her son Joey's club soccer team was playing at the complex near me. Joey played for the U19 team for the Pyramid Soccer Club, PSC, and he and several of his teammates were either already committed or legit D1 college soccer prospects. Given my original M2M experience with a college soccer player, spending an afternoon watching prime-of-their-life studs playing soccer was perfect.

It was a perfect afternoon, temps in the upper 70's and not a cloud in the sky. I parked my Jeep near the field and carried my camp chair and a small cooler to the sideline where Leslie sat with a few other friends. The PSC team was warming up on the field and I scanned the players, trying to remember names and colleges. There was Juan, committed to Wake Forest, Chip who was going to College of Charleston and Senn was looking at 3 different schools and playing the offers for the best possible deal. Of course, proudly I could say that Joey was headed on a full ride to my alma mater, site of my first time with another man, to play for the very same team that my original hookup did.

Just before kickoff, Joey sprinted over to his mother, said hi to the other friends and shook my hand briskly, telling me how excited he was to be going to "our" school. The sweat and musk were intoxicating and it took all the self-control I had to act cool. 

Joey: Another road game for my club team and my mind was elsewhere. I signed with my future college this week and was jacked, but never had a real chance to celebrate. Full frickin' ride, the first one in 5 seasons and the last guy was now playing EPL for Tottenham, after 3 years in the ACC and 1 national championship. I had big boots to fill, or maybe it was big shorts. I wasn't worried, I never had problems filling out shorts, or a jock, before.

Mom's usual friends were here, the hens club, and were over on the sideline in their chairs. I saw a Jeep drive up that I thought I knew and almost had my head taken off by a volley from Juan. I think it's Paul's car. He's the friend of my mom who first turned me on to my new school, almost 3 years ago. Always mindful of the NCAA recruiting rules, he was a good advisor and helped me weigh a lot of offers without being pushy. I've never really felt attracted to another dude, but there was something about him that made me want to listen to him, hang with him, talk about my issues. I have friends, but not many I'd spill my guts to. For him being my mom's friend, I felt like he was one of my best. 

Before the game, I jogged over to say hi to my "fans" and before heading to the bench, tried to be all cool and shake Paul's hand. I think I mumbled something about "our" school and caught myself staring at him from the waist down, afraid to be caught staring at this face. I know, wise choice, get busted staring at a dude's package, right? So I fixed on his feet, wearing Teva sandals and noticed the puka shell anklet he always wore. It matched the one he gave me last month for my 18th birthday that I also wore all the time, even now, under my socks and shinguard. Sure hope the ref doesn't look too close during equipment check . . . . . . . ok, game time. 

Me: The game was a rout. Joey and team demolished the local team like men playing with boys. I sat back, engaged in idle chatter and admired the athleticism and strength on display. I couldn't help but wonder about Joey. His demeanor seemed off pregame, almost nervous, glancing down instead of looking eye to eye. I thought I caught him sneak a peek below that belt, but that's silly, isn't it? 

I was expected back home shortly by the other half, so I left the game and the sideline with a wave the Leslie and her friends, and caught Joey's attention during a break in the action; just a nod and a quick "good game" before loading my chair into the Jeep and drove away. 

Joey: I wish Paul coulda stayed. I still had some questions about getting prepped for school but he left before the game was over. I turned back to the game and decided that 11 to 0 wasn't enough, snagged a pass, sprinted 20 yards and blasted the keeper about 3 yards into the goal with a shot. Man, I hope he saw that!

Present Day

Me: Eight years had passed since that day at the park and to be honest, I'd forgotten about about much of the day. Two job changes, two moves and my professional life was looking up while my personal life was not. The wife had bad health before and it was getting worse. All the kids were gone and I had a huge townhouse with just two people and two dogs living in it. Work and the internet were my escapes, along with the occasional hookup with local college students.

Let me set the picture for you. I'm 48, still look pretty good but have long given up keeping hair, so I shave every other day. I grow a goatee every weekend and shave it every Monday, weigh about 215 but look 195 and run or bike when my knee allows it. Lately, I've taken to competing in extreme obstacle races; not to win but just to have a goal and sense of accomplishment, much like the satisfaction of seeing a cute college boy chow down on daddy's cock and swallow the load with a smile.

While I've had dozens of college studs over the years, none ever quite matched that first time. Not for the excitement, the unprecedented experience and the beauty and physicality of my partner. I guess in some way, I've been looking unsuccessfully for another similar experience.

The new position and location, and the wife's continued infirmity gave me a whole new "hunting" ground and I took advantage whenever prudent. Profiles on Lifeout, Manhunt and even a droid phone with Grindr just made it easier to make new acquaintances. Life was pretty good, for the most part.

Joey: Eight years had passed and man was it a whirlwind! Four years as a starter, All-ACC as a Freshman and every season including POY my senior season to go with a national championship and first team all American. Life couldn't be better right? 

But I had a secret; I liked cock, in fact, I was addicted to cock.

That's complicated when you're as high profile as I am so I was uber discreet, uber careful, even paranoid when it came to hookups. The library was my favorite trolling ground, especially the lower levels with the private study rooms. So far, in 4 years, I was completely under the radar. 

Post college, life got complicated. I blew my ACL during a MLS tryout and it rehabbed poorly. My business degree didn't stack up well against the flooded market of MBA's so I found myself playing lower level semi-pro after recovery and coaching youth soccer while living at home with my mom and her boyfriend. I was a statistic of the lousy economy and I hated it. 

Personally, my sex life had dried up too. Back in my hometown, mindful of a local soccer player's horrible coming out experience, I was committed to staying under the radar and in the closet. What I needed was a good job and a new start somewhere else.

To be continued...



The Mentor



I am an accountant with in the Trust Department of a large bank in my city. It is and has been my only job since I graduated from college and I enjoy it. I know you are thinking that accountants are never considered the life of a party which is true; in fact we are grateful just to be invited. People tend to generalize certain professionals like engineers, accountants and other nerdy types. Unfortunately or fortunately you aren't sought out at a party for professional advice or opinion.

There came a day at the office that completely changed my personal life. I was working on the quarterly reports when Jack, my VP, came to my desk with a woman a few years my junior in tow.

"Janet Kelly, I want you to meet Larry Perkins. Larry, this is Janet your new protégé. Before you ask, I will tell you. I am heading up a new products group that will be launched next year and I want you on the team. So I need you to teach Janet your job. This way she can work with you for all the routine reports and more especially the year end reporting. I'll have you help her get started for the tax season too but by April I want you spending more time in your new job. OK?" What could I do but say, "yes sir."

Janet sat down and I fetched us some coffee. We talked about her education and much to my delight we attended the same college and even had many of the same professors. Reminiscing about those days and the shared school history made it easy for both of us to relax and just talk. Just looking at Janet and I hate to type cast but she typified the image of an accountant. She was conservatively dressed, very little make up, glasses that didn't draw any attention, about 5' 5" in an average body, and really just a plain looking face. Unbelievably and much to my surprise and delight, I was immediately attracted to her. If 'love at first sight' is real, the 'I'm a believer.'

In the Trust department we are driven by three things: tax code, forms, and deadlines. There are always plenty of each or sometimes all three at the same time. I really enjoyed working with Janet and fortunately she proved to be an excellent student. We kept everything on a professional level and only went to lunch together when it was the occasional Friday outing. She thought it was quite normal that we always went to the same restaurant and soon had the menu memorized just like the rest of us.

We had worked three months together and it was time for her first quarterly filings. It is tedious, and given the number of clients involved, it requires several long days. After a long week, we finished late Saturday afternoon and breaking a bit of accountant decorum, we actually high fived. I suggested we celebrate and go out to dinner. She agreed but only if we go Dutch. We both enjoy Italian so the selection of the restaurant was easy and since Janet takes the bus to and from work, I drove.

We settled in a quiet booth and I ordered a bottle of wine. Janet confided with me that she is uncomfortable with ordering wine because she doesn't know what to order. I laughed and told her I was pretty much a novice at a lot of things myself. "Sometimes," I said, "you have to break out of your cocoon, and try something new. Scary as it may seem."

We toasted to long week, quarterly reporting, and to the Trust Department. I said, "I want to give a toast to you Janet, for going from student to co-worker in a very short time. You are a joy to work with."

She blushed and said how much she enjoyed working with me and was sorry that soon I'll be leaving the department. I reached over and put my hand on hers and said, "At least we have a few more months."

She didn't remove her hand but instead smiled, took the wine glass and said, "To working long days and reports."

After the first glass of wine, we both began to loosen up more. When I asked her what was her biggest regret she looked at me and said in a very serious voice, "if I tell you, you must promise never to tell a soul." I nodded and said I would never betray a confidence. "Well," she said, "I've never much of a social life. Nerds like me don't get invited to join a sorority, and especially when you are not pretty. I'm 22; I've never been on a real date, and never been kissed like a woman wants to be kissed." She paused and there were tears in her eyes. 

I took her hand in mine and kissed it. "If I were Cary Grant I would say something witty in a moment like this but all I can say is that you are and have been the best part of my day. Words fail me to express how much I enjoy being with you." I took my handkerchief and dried her eyes. "I want you to know that I care about you very much." 

"Oh Larry, so many times I wanted to reach out and touch you but I was afraid too." 

I leaned over and kissed her lips. "Well my dear, we need to stay professional at work but after hours, it is just you and me."

She kissed me and with a smile said, "I am so happy."

I drove her home and we shared a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. I think we both were making up for lost time in the kissing department. Finally I said it has been a very long day for both of us and I need to head home. Janet pointed out that since tomorrow was Sunday there is pro football on TV. She suggested she make dinner and I should come over with some wine. 

I gave her a parting kiss and said, "Sweet dreams sweetheart."

"Oh believe me, I will."

I arrived the next day wearing my more casual clothes: jeans and my college sweatshirt; and Janet was wearing the very same outfit. We both shared a laugh and I took her in my arms and gave her a deep kiss. I held her close as we cuddled in front of the TV. My hand was under her arm just beneath her breast. I could swear that every time I kissed her she did some maneuvering to get more of my hand on her breast. Finally when we were kissing I moved my hand enough to cop a feel. Her response was immediate. She kissed me passionately and moved to give me more access. "Oh yes," she sighed. I slid my hand under her sweatshirt and fondled both breast and Janet was eager for me to continue. She moved to straddle me and I lifted her sweatshirt to put both hands her breast. I licked the skin across the top of her bra and she ran her fingers through my hair. With one hand I quickly unclasped her bra and freed her lovely breast and her nipples became a playground for my tongue and fingers. They were erect and hard and she was eager for them to be touched.

"Oh Larry, I have dreamed about this for a long time. Take me all the way"

I carried her to her bedroom and laid her the bed. I pulled off her sweatshirt, and bra, and slowly removed her jeans. She had on white bikini panties and I slipped my fingers under them to gently rub her swollen pussy lips. She was very wet and my cock was very hard. This is a moment I have been looking forward to for a very long time. I slid her panties down and gave her lovely pussy a kiss. I knelt down and put my tongue into her hot cunt. She squirmed and pulled my head in tighter. I was delighted in how tasty her pussy juice was and inserted my tongue as far as I could. I slid my tongue up between her pussy lips to her swollen and eager clit. Her breath quickened and after a few moments of licking and sucking on her clit her whole body shuddered as her orgasm flowed thru her body. I smiled, kissed her and said, "How very lovely you are Janet."

"Turnabout is fair play; I want to remove your clothes."

She stood up and quickly removed my sweatshirt. She kissed and ran her tongue all over my nipples. Wow, that was great. I'd never had that done but then again, I've never been naked with a woman before either. I helped her with the button on the jeans and then she took it from there, literally. As she pulled my jeans down my erection was quite obvious thru my shorts. She carefully pulled my shorts down and my cock was right in front of her face. "I've never experienced this before," she said.

"Me neither," I said, "And I am happy it is with you."

"You mean this is the first time for both of us?"

"Yes it is, so enjoy and do whatever you have longed to do."

She ran her hands up and down my cock then she cupped my balls and kissed the top of my cock.

She gave me a smile and then placed her lips around my cock and slowly took it into her mouth. I can't describe how incredible that felt. If this kind of pleasure is what sex is all about, I want it and more.

"One day soon I want you to teach me how to bring you off with my mouth but right now we have some unfinished business to attend."

She held my cock in her hand as she climbed onto the bed. As she lay on her back she guided my cock to her pussy lips. She ran my hard cock up and down between her wet pussy lips. She teased her hot love hole and then moved it up to circle a swollen clit. I loved having her hold my cock but this was incredible. I closed my eyes and savored the wonderful sensation. Finally she held my cock to her cunt and said, "Fuck me Larry, I want to feel you inside of me."

I kissed her and slowly inserted the head of my cock into her eager cunt. She held her breath and I stopped to let her relax. Slowly I entered as far as I could go and stayed there to enjoy the total warmth, and tightness surrounding my rod. The sensation of a wet, hot, and tight cunt was wonderful and I prayed that I would not cum too quickly. Janet smiled at me and whispered, "You feel so wonderful inside me Larry; please fill me with your cum." I pull out enough to just have the tip of my cock in her cunt, and then I would drive in as far as I could. After a few strokes like this, she began to relax and met my own thrusting with her own. She squeezed her nipples and moaned as her orgasm flowed thru her. I continued my thrusting and soon her body shook with another orgasm. That put me over the edge and I filled her cunt with my load. 

I lay on top of her, totally spent, and she tightened her legs to hold me inside. 

"I feel so wonderful," she whispered, "Thank you very much."

"Thank you Janet. I think we should do this a lot more. In fact I want to get really good at making love with you. Do you think you could stand a life time of it?"

"I love you Larry."

As soon as I moved to my new department, we were married.



The Mentor



Author's note: This is a contest story for summer 2015. A big thank you to legerdemer for editing this on such short notice, turning it around so fast, and offering such brilliant edits. I put this in Mature, but it could have gone in noncon. My obsession with dark and edgy characters continues. 

CHAPTER 1

The sponsor meets his charge

1

She was cute, a real looker. 

Thin brown hair, parted on the side. She wore it cut like a boy's, but there was no mistaking her for a boy. Slim hips. Dark tights. Long, slender legs. She slipped into the Tuesday night AA meeting a few minutes after it started and then shuffled to the back of the room, head down. The walk of shame. Don Manley had seen it many times before. When a girl her age came into an AA meeting, looking like that, it could only mean one thing. She'd gone out for drinks over the weekend and done something she now regretted. 

Don smiled and sipped his coffee. 

He wanted another look but played it cool. He could still see her shapely legs in his mind. He liked the way her leggings picked up the light, showing off the muscles in her thighs, her bony knees. He imagined her kneeling in the bathroom of one of the local bars, a group of boisterous young men standing around her, their cocks in hand. With the designer drugs available these days, the girls came into AA with the most delightfully sordid stories. Sometimes they woke up with no memory of the night before, but found their phones littered with images. Those pictures told the story their minds had discarded. He imagined this girl grinning into her phone, her cheeks decorated with semen of a boy whose name she'd never recall.

Don shifted in his seat, resisting the urge to turn and check out her legs. 

A lot of these girls weren't really alcoholics. They were good girls, from good families, suppressing their own natural desires. They did it to accommodate their parents, their teachers, and sometimes priests or rabbis. Get a little alcohol in them and they just did the thing they really wanted to do anyhow. Maybe they'd woken up in the arms of a black man, or sucked the pussy of one of their best friends. Soon after they parted from alcohol, girls like these found themselves in a relationship with a black guy or dating another woman. There was a certain beauty in it, the way a thing that at first seemed like a horrible tragedy suddenly transformed itself into the most important and liberating experience of a young girl's life. 

Don stole a glance at her. 

Not much makeup, eyes red-ringed and swollen from tears. Crossing her ankles under her chair, she held onto the seat with both her hands. When it came her turn to speak, she said her name was Denver and that she was using heroin. She talked about getting thrown out of college, fired from her job at Hardee's, and being on shaky terms with her new boyfriend, the guy who gave her the heroin. 

A silence descended on the room. 

Denver's voice choked and she dabbed a tear from her eye. 

Everyone waited for her to resume. She lifted her shoulders and bit her lip. Glancing around the room, she shook her head once, and then cast her eyes to a spot on the floor. The room stayed quiet for a few seconds before erupting into a hearty welcome, including a chorus of cheers, lots of loud clapping, and even a war whoop. 

Denver's head popped up, her cheeks bright red. 

She wore a big grin.

One of the young men jumped out of his chair and handed her a tissue. She bit her lip again, taking the tissue and dabbing at her eyes. A few of the other young guys raced over to the coffee pot. Soon one of the boys stepped up with a paper cup filled with hot coffee, which he offered to her with a goofy grin. She smiled at him, accepting the drink. Suddenly there was a raw, palpable, sexual energy in the room. The young guys were trying to be discreet about it, but it was clear they all wanted to bang her. They whispered amongst themselves, giving Denver hungry looks. A young Latino with tattoos on his arms and a gold chain around his neck slouched in his seat with his legs spread wide, feasting on her with his eyes. After a few minutes one of the other young men slapped him on the shoulder, and the Latino boy grinned, but he wouldn't stop staring, wouldn't close his legs. 

Denver didn't seem to mind the attention. 

She fidgeted in her seat, pumping her knees open and closed a mile a minute.

At the closing prayer, there was a little stampede of men competing to stand on either side of her. Don grinned, holding out his hands to the person on either side of him, completing the circle. 

In the parking lot, it was more of the same. 

The young men surrounded Denver, growing boisterous, loud. She wore a big grin, holding her own in the middle of them. Finally, Margie, one of the women who'd been coming to the Tuesday night AA group a few years, marched into the pack, took Denver by the elbow, and steered her to the other side of the parking lot, where Don and a few of the others stood. 

Don nodded and smiled at Denver. 

He was a good-looking man, with a rugged face and a well-built body. Sober a long time, he was one of the old-timers at the Tuesday night AA meeting. 

He was married. Trusted.

It didn't take much to get her talking. She lived with her mother in a dodgy part of town. Her father had abandoned them. She was on probation for shoplifting. Had been expelled from school. Her biggest fear was that she might lose her boyfriend. 

Don cut his eyes to Margie. The two traded a look. Margie squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. 

There was an awkward silence. 

"Wait," Denver said, ignoring Margie. "I want to stop using drugs."

Don smiled at Denver. 

"I want to get my life together," she said, her voice rising.

She shook her head. She launched into a story about a time she was at a party, smoking crack. She said one of her classmates, a good-looking and very popular boy invited her to go upstairs. Looking at her feet, Denver worked the toe of her boot into the macadam. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, huddled with shame. She said she'd been too interested in the pipe to get up off the couch. Looking up at Don, she smiled sadly at him. 

"Upstairs?" Don asked. He had no idea what she meant. 

Denver raised her brows, a surprised look on her face. Slowly her expression transformed into a mischievous grin. "Yeah," she said. "You know. Upstairs."

Don gave her a curious look. 

Denver glanced toward the crowd of young men only now beginning to disperse. She twisted her hands. "All the girls like to go upstairs every once in a while," she said. 

She was telling him she had turned down an invitation for sex. 

Margie averted her eyes. 

Don snorted softly. 

His cheeks went hot and he looked at his shoes. 

He chuckled. 

Some of the girls who came to the Tuesday night AA meeting weren't really alcoholics, but Denver wasn't one of them. She wasn't suppressing anything. She had no one to accommodate. All she had was a girl-size hole in the middle of her heart, and she was trying to fill it with whatever she could find: booze, drugs. Men.

Cocks. 

Margie cooed a few words of comfort. 

The street light gleamed off Denver's tights, accentuating her narrow hips and firm round ass. She was Gucci on the outside, Kmart on the inside. Discarded by her father, dating a drug dealer, fine-tuned to male attention. Girls like her imagined a guy would help them reclaim some lost piece of their soul, but in reality a man was never the solution. If Denver were lucky, she'd figure that out. Meanwhile, she'd tear through all the young men at the Tuesday night AA meeting like a gas-powered mower driving through a field of tall grass. 

Denver traded phone numbers with Margie. 

Don crushed his cigarette with the toe of his boot. Denver was more like him than he cared to admit. His cock swelled in his jeans. 

2

It was early Saturday afternoon and Don stood at the urinal in the Cross Creek Mall. 

His cock was hard, but he didn't want to jack off into the urinal. He didn't have time. He had only come here to purchase a three-quarter-inch drill bit and some wood screws. He wanted his erection to pass so that he could relieve himself. 

Get on with his chores. 

He just couldn't get the image of Marley Adams and her new tongue piercing out of his mind. 

It was a little silver stud in the middle of her tongue. 

She was still getting used to pronouncing words around it. Little pools of saliva would form at the corners of her mouth and she would open her jaw and use her fingers to clear her lips. She had the most perfect white teeth. Occasionally he saw little flashes of sliver as she spoke, or heard the soft clatter of jewelry on tooth. 

The thought of that cold steel ball rubbing against his flesh made his cock throb. 

Don sighed and glanced around the empty bathroom. 

He knew way more than he should have about Marley's sex life. She'd gone through school with his son and was always the tallest student in the class. Pretty soon she grew into an attractive young woman with wide hips and a big meaty ass. For as long as he could remember, he'd always told her what a big girl she was, and then one day her father pulled Don aside and said Marley felt self-conscious about her size. It made perfect sense. She was the biggest girl, and always a bit uncoordinated. Once she'd fallen off her starting block at a championship swim event, even as all the other swimmers stood tensed at the ready. Marley wasn't always in control of that big, beautiful body of hers, but she was doing her best to meet its demands. What Don knew about her sex life, he could never share with her father. 

Don knew, for example, that last summer she had begun sleeping with girls.

He knew that she had all but declared herself lesbian, and then one night had a threesome with two boys. It happened in the back seat of an old Chevy Nomad he was restoring and was the main reason he knew so much about her sexual activities. 

He knew that during the threesome both boys came in her mouth. 

He knew Marley swallowed both "deposits." 

He knew she liked the taste of cum. 

Don stroked his cock. It was fully erect now and already had a little bit of pre-cum welling at the tip. Marley had told him she'd just started working at her father's hardware store. Don pictured her small breasts under the little green vest all the employees wore. 

Her nameplate read: "Hi! My name is Marley. How can I help you?"

He stepped closer to the urinal. 

You can let me come in your pretty little mouth. 

He pictured her dabbing the moisture from the corners of her mouth. He liked the way she grinned, sticking out her pink tongue, touching it to her upper lip. He liked catching the glint of wet metal in her mouth. 

Suddenly the bathroom door burst open. 

Don gripped his cock, feeling the hot sting of shame. He stepped even closer to the urinal, the head of his hard dick mashing into the back of the porcelain fixture. It was wet and cold. He instantly drew his hips back, using his hand to shield his erection. 

Denver stood at the door. 

Her eyes were wide, her back against the door. Her chest heaved once. Their eyes met and she recognized him. She broke eye contact, glanced over her shoulder, then bit her lip and marched past him into one of the stalls. 

The stall lock rattled into place.

Don exhaled. 

He'd been holding his breath. 

His cock had softened, and he used his palm to wipe the moisture from the head, wincing at the thought of his beautiful penis touching the wet fixture. He looked over his shoulder at the closed stall door. He looked at his cock. 

The door burst open again. 

Standing in the doorway was a young woman with a round face and a bulky utility belt strapped to her waist. She wore a mall security uniform and huffed with exertion. Averting her eyes, she held her position in the door. 

"Excuse me, sir," she said. 

Don gripped the valve atop the urinal, looking into the basin.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said, taking a deep breath. 

Don did not look up. 

"Did someone just come in here?" 

A faucet dripped. 

"A young girl?" 

Don silently spat into the urinal. 

"Sir," she said. 

He took a deep breath, then looked toward the door. 

"This is the men's room," he hissed.

He blew the air from his lungs. 

He did not break eye contact.

His urine came. 

He took a step back.

It was a heavy, satisfying stream. 

It rang into the tiled quiet of the room. 

The guard backed into the mall, holding the door open. Her eyes darted about, her cheeks reddening. 

Don narrowed his eyes, his cock growing thick and heavy in his hand. 

"What?" he snapped.

The heavy door swung close with a soft hydraulic sigh. 

3

Half an hour later Denver ordered the breakfast special. Don got coffee for himself and then called his wife to say he'd be late. Denver wore no makeup. Her fingernails were bitten to the quick. When the food arrived, she tore into the bacon as if she hadn't eaten in a long time. Wiping grease from her lips with the back of her hand, she said she'd given up on the Tuesday night AA meeting because Margie and the others were just a bunch of cranky old women. 

Don chuckled. 

A waitress appeared and filled his cup. He smiled at her. He came here a lot. 

Denver finished her meal. She pushed her plate forward, sank back into the booth, and sighed. She ordered tea. 

The waitress left them alone. 

"So what'd you get?" Don asked. 

She raised her brows, acting coy. 

He smiled, raising his chin. 

She cut her eyes away from him and smirked. Reaching into the waistband of her jeans, she pulled out a phone. A mischievous smile spread across her face. Don made his eyes go big. She pulled two more phones from places secreted in her pants and clattered them all into a small pile on the table. 

"Damn," Don said. He sipped his coffee. 

Denver grinned. 

"You got talent," he said. Her face glowed with satisfaction just as he knew it would. Girls like Denver thrived on approval, especially from a man. "You still with your boyfriend?" 

The question caught her off guard and she squirmed. 

The waitress returned with hot tea. 

Denver stirred her drink, the spoon softly clanging the sides of the ceramic mug. When the waitress retreated, Denver whispered that she'd done heroin with a syringe for the first time. She meant to shock him. Don dutifully widened his eyes, nodded his head.

"Do you have a sexual relationship with him?" Don asked. He looked right into her face and she turned her head. She was guarding something, but it was hard to say what. 

There was only the sound of the busy restaurant all around them. 

"No," she finally whispered. She hung her head. "I steal for him because I'm good at it."

Don took a deep breath. "How old are you?" he asked. 

She stopped stirring her tea. "Twenty-two," she said. 

"That's a felony," Don said, indicating the stack of phones. "And you got priors? Five to seven years in Dawson." 

She lowered her eyes. 

"My boyfriend wants me to stop stealing, too." 

Don narrowed his eyes. "And you're not in a sexual relationship with him?" he asked. 

She looked uncomfortable. Putting her elbows on the table, she hunched forward and held her head in her hands. She darted her eyes around the room, then looked in his face. With her limbs all twisted around her head, she didn't look twenty-two. 

"We do some stuff," she whispered. "But it's not sex."

Don smiled.

Her face reddened. 

Raising his brows, he shrugged and made a gesture with his hands for more information.

She sat up in the booth and toyed with her cuticles. Hunching forward, she crushed her small breasts against the table. He could see down her shirt. 

She silently mouthed the words "blow job".

Don laughed. 

Her face was completely red but she was grinning and looked relieved.

"It's not sex," she whispered, sitting back in her seat, "so it doesn't count."

She was in over her head. She'd been sucking this guy's cock for who knew how long, and he was filling her head with nonsense even as he was filling her with semen. Who knew what he was after? Certainly nothing good. Any reasonable adult would've advised her to drop the man. Surely Margie suggested it. 

"Did he tell you to say that?" Don asked. 

"No," Denver said. 

Don put his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm, and grinned. She was a bad liar.

"Yes," she whispered, avoiding his eyes. 

She hung her head. 

"He's just showing me how to do it, so even if it is sex, it's not like it really counts."

Her voice was just a squeak and filled with shame, her eyes welling with tears. This was the thing she was hiding. She was blowing him, but it wasn't an intimate relationship. Her boyfriend refused to fuck her. 

"Has he asked you to give his friends head?"

Her head shot up, her mouth open. 

Her whole demeanor suddenly changed: the shame disappeared, replaced with something else, something harder to describe, an earthy rawness. Closing her mouth, she squirmed in her seat and looked around the diner. Her nipples poked into the fabric of her shirt, and her neck and ears flushed red. She took a deep breath and then blew it out in a long shuddery exhale. 

"He . . ." she said. Her voice was thick and she had to pause and clear her throat. She covered her mouth, then let her fingers wander down over her shallow cleavage. "He wouldn't do that," she said. 

"He wouldn't?" Don asked, incredulous. 

She made a nervous laugh, avoiding his eyes. He absolutely would. Her hand played over the front of her shirt.

The booth began to tremble. She was rocking her hips. She wanted to suck those boys' cocks. 

Don leaned his head toward hers. 

He used his finger to raise her chin and looked her right in the eyes. "You," he said, lowering his voice. "Have a hungry pussy."

Her eyes widened. 

"And you have to learn how to feed your pussy, so your pussy doesn't get you in trouble." 

She closed her mouth and averted her eyes.

"He's grooming you to be his whore."

Denver made a little mewling sound in her throat at the word whore. The booth stopped moving and she removed her hands from the table and put them in her lap. 

"What?" Her tone said shock, but her expression said otherwise. She was absolutely beaming.

"First he'll ask you to suck his friends' cocks," Don said. "Doesn't count, right?"

Her grin dried up. "It doesn't," she mumbled. 

"Then he'll put you on a street in a nearby city," he said. "Those won't count either." 

"No," she laughed. "He wouldn't do that."

Don pursed his lips.

"That's why he wants you to stop stealing." Don nodded to the small stack of phones. "Your pussy is worth more."

Denver toyed with her hair, hiding her face. 

The booth started to quiver again. Fucking kid was incorrigible. 

Don glanced around the diner, then slipped into the opposite bench next to the young girl. He put his hand on the back of her neck, his lips near her ear. Slipping his hand into her lap, he cupped her pussy, and gave it a lusty squeeze. Her crotch was hot, moist.

Denver sucked in her breath. She closed her thighs on his hand and rocked her hips. 

"There are safer ways to feed your pussy," he whispered. 

She quietly groaned. 

He looked around the diner, then slipped the tip of his tongue into her ear.

Her hips stopped churning, her thighs clamped hard. She made soft whimpering noises.

He gave her a minute to finish, then let go of her neck. 

He pulled his hand from her cunt.

She was flushed, breathing hard. Picking up her spoon, her hand shook. The utensil made a weak tapping noise on the ceramic mug. 




The Mentor



Don slid out of the booth, his cock hard. He would have to jack off in the truck. 

She took a deep breath. Looked up at him. She had needy eyes.

He jotted his phone number on a slip of paper and slid it toward her. Dropping a few bills on the table, he told her to call if she ever wanted to get sober.

CHAPTER 2

Powerless

1

The call came in the middle of the night. Don missed it. 

His phone had been sitting on the nightstand, on mute. It wasn't actually a phone call, but a text message. And not just one text, but a series of them, each with its own picture attached. Denver, her eyes lidded and heavy, kissing the head of a cock. Denver, twisting her head to look into the camera, a fat cock distending her cheek. Denver, a veiny cock in her hand, her chin up, eyes on the guy whose cock she was sucking. Denver, cum on her chin, staring into the lens with those desperate, needy, little girl eyes. 

What could he do? The next day Don drove into the parking lot of the McDonald's on Route 22. Denver's car was parked out back. 

He ordered fries, a cheeseburger, and coffee. He took his plastic tray of food into the back of the store and sat in the deserted indoor play area. Slipping into one of the plastic chairs, he opened his newspaper. He sipped his coffee and let his food go cold. 

He could still see those pictures in his mind's eye. It was definitely more than one guy. He wondered how many boys had used her mouth. 

"Hey," Denver slipped into the seat across from him. 

Her face looked haggard. 

She was a slim girl, but it looked like she'd lost more weight in the few weeks since he'd seen her last. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Came to find you," he said, folding his paper and setting it aside. 

He slid his phone across the table in front of her. 

She glanced down and saw a picture of herself with a cock in her mouth. She gasped and scooped up the phone. She furtively looked around the play space area, then returned her attention to the phone, flipping through the pictures with her finger. 

"Fuck," she hissed. 

She got to the photo of herself with the semen on her face and shut her eyes. "Fuck," she said. She mouthed the word deliberately and it came out low and desperate. Her eyes stayed shut and she whimpered, making her shoulders shake. 

Her eyes flashed open. 

"I didn't send you these," she whispered. "I don't . . . 

She shook her head. "I don't . . . 

"I don't . . ."

She blustered about at a loss for words and then flipped through the images again shaking her head. They were pictures of her, sent from her own phone, but decorum required her to deny she'd sent them. Don understood the rule and accepted it. 

It didn't matter. It was a cry for help and those came in all manner, shapes and sizes. 

"Are you sober?" he asked.

She looked up from the phone, her brows furrowed as if she didn't understand. 

He met her gaze and held it, searching her eyes. This was the answer that mattered. 

"No," she said. She sighed and turned away. "No, I'm not." 

He sat back in his seat and grinned. Honesty was essential, but success wasn't. She gave an honest answer and that was all that mattered. "It's okay," he said. 

She pressed his phone into her chest, meeting his gaze.

"There's no shame in falling off the wagon," he said. "It's happened to all of us." He smiled at her with confidence. "You can delete those if you want," he said, indicating his phone. 

She sighed with relief, then quickly got to work on his phone. He began gathering information from her. She was still with her boyfriend, Jigsaw, and the men in those pictures were his friends. Jigsaw took her to a house party and made out with her in a crowded room. He asked her to give him head, in front of everyone, and when she finished, he gave her to one of his friends. And when she finished his friend, he gave her to another and then another. She snorted heroin and drank. Blacked out and found herself in her car the next morning. 

She slid the phone back to Don. "You were right," she said, lowering her head. 

"Did you like it?" he asked.

Her head snapped front, eyes blazing. She looked as if she were about to say something mean, but then she shook her head, blew air from her mouth, and stood. "I have to get back to work," she said. 

He took her wrist in his hand. She tried to pull away but he held her fast. 

"Your pussy," he hissed, standing and taking her shoulders in his hands. He waited for her to meet his eyes, and when she finally did, he found a fire raging there. He looked around the restaurant. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said, "Your pussy is going to earn you a jackpot you don't want to win." 

She snorted. The fire in her eyes dissolved as quickly as it appeared. She lowered her head to hide her grin. He let go of her shoulders and put his fists on his hips. 

"You're one crazy son of a bitch," she said.

"I am," he said. "But that don't make no difference." He folded his arms. "You got a hungry pussy. Until you can accept it, you're going to have a difficult time staying sober." 

She turned and marched out of the play area without looking back. He watched her tight little ass until she disappeared behind the counter. He picked up his phone. Collecting his uneaten food, he carried the tray to the door and tossed the food in the trash. 

As he backed his truck from the parking spot, he heard a dull thump from the rear quarter panel. He stopped the vehicle, took it out of gear, and rolled down the window. Denver stood at the door. A hot breeze almost took her paper cap from her head, but she put her hand on it. 

"I liked it," she said. 

Her voice was just a squeak. She wouldn't meet his eyes. She took the cap from her head and held it in both her hands, the wind tossing her hair.

"I like the attention, the excitement. I like the taste. I like the feeling I get in my stomach just before we go, like butterflies and a hot drink on a cool summer night." 

She pushed her hair from her face and rubbed the heel of her palm in her eye. "I like being wrong, wrong, so wrong. It's like being in high school, stealing one of those little bottles of wine, drinking it in the alley behind the store, and then smashing the fucking bottle on the sidewalk." She snorted laughter, then sniffed loudly. 

He looked at her hard. She was crying. Her cap was crumpled in her fists.

"You know what I don't like?" She met his eyes. There was a quiet desperation there.

She pounded her fist on the door. "Why won't he be with me?" 

Her voice rose to a shriek with the last few words. 

"Why, why?" She stomped her foot. "What am I? Am I like, what? What?"

She put her knee into the side of the door.

"Hey, hey, hey—" Don said sharply. 

Her eyes were filled with an earnest longing. She wanted an answer, but Don didn't have one. No one had an answer she wanted to hear.

"Why won't he . . ." 

"Hey," he said again, this time more softly. 

He touched her hand and shrugged. "We can't do anything about him."

She pursed her lips and looked back to the restaurant.

"But we can do something about you." 

Her shoulders slumped forward. Raising herself from the door, she took a deep breath, then blew it out. Turning her back to the wind, she dried her face with her forearm. 

She looked at him. 

He talked her down. He spoke confidently and with warmth. 

He found out when her shift was over and gave her an address and a time to meet him later that night. He'd told her there was nothing they could do about Jigsaw, but that was a lie. Someone had to do something about Jigsaw, and it had to be done soon. She was very close now, almost gone. If someone didn't put the brakes on the thing with her boyfriend, she would end up in a truck stop out on the turnpike, sucking cocks in a sleeper cab. Or maybe she'd find herself, knees up, in the backseat of a parked car in some industrial area, accepting the thrusts of middle-aged johns.

2

Don sat in his truck. 

His belly fluttered with nerves. He knew what he had to do. He just wasn't sure he could do it. If he didn't, he understood no one else would. 

He checked the time on the dash. 

Sliding his phone from his pocket, he wished Denver hadn't deleted her photos. He conjured an image of her with a cock in her mouth. His own cock swelling, he punched in his wife's number. When she answered, he told her he'd be home late. He explained he'd be working with a new person. He almost said "new guy," but he caught himself at the last second. 

That would've been a lie. 

She asked him to bring home a few things from the store and he rooted in his glove box for a scrap of paper and a pen. He made a note. Denver pulled up, and he told his wife he loved her and said goodbye. 

He waved Denver over and powered down his phone. She climbed into the truck. They were in a dodgy part of town and she looked around warily. As soon as she closed the door, he launched into his spiel. "Step one," he said, holding up his index finger. 

"Says we're powerless." 

The wary expression Denver wore faded and she just looked bored.

Don grinned. 

"We can't do anything about being alcoholic, but we can keep ourselves out of the bar."

She stifled a yawn.

"You can't do anything about how poorly Jigsaw treats you but . . ."

She turned in her seat. He had her full attention.

"You can change yourself." 

"How?" she asked. 

"Body piercing." 

Denver blinked. 

She looked confused for a beat, and then she snorted a laugh. 

"Really?" she asked, her face breaking into a grin.

He grinned. He nodded to a dilapidated building across the street. The Hole. It had iron bars on the windows and one of its neon signs read TATTOO. 

"I didn't think you'd say that," she laughed.

He shrugged. "It's like when an astronaut or an explorer arrives somewhere special and the first thing they do is plant the flag." 

She nodded and looked toward The Hole. 

"So I'm claiming myself . . ." She let her voice trail off. 

She looked at him.

"For myself?"

He smiled. She was smart. 

He offered to pay for the piercing, the jewelry and any ancillary costs. 

"What kind?" she said. "I've always wanted a bellybutton piercing." 

Don inhaled. 

He looked at her squarely. He raised his hand to her chin, but stopped just before he touched her face. 

She looked at his hand, then met his eyes. She swallowed.

He took her chin with just the tip of his finger. He raised her head, just a tiny bit. The image of her with a boy's cock in her mouth popped into his mind. He took her chin between his index finger and thumb. A look of fear appeared in her eyes. It was like she could see into his mind, like she knew what he was thinking. 

He moved his head closer to hers. 

She parted her lips, lowered her eyelids.

"Tongue," he said, his voice thick. It had to be the tongue. It would take a few weeks to heal, maybe buying her some time with Jigsaw.

Her head was tilted, her mouth open just a bit. Her breath came out soft, like a sigh. 

He let go of her chin. 

She opened her eyes and a grin spread slowly across his face. She turned her head, then stole a shy glance at him. 

He smiled, eyes still locked on her. He waited. 

He told himself he could do this. He had to. There was no other choice. Denver was a great kid and she deserved a chance. 

"Okay," she squeaked in a tiny voice. "Yeah, tongue." 

He laughed and beat a little riff on the steering wheel with his thumbs. Opening his door, he said they should go check out the jewelry. Get her something nice. 

His cock was hard.

3

Don put his hand on the small of Denver's back and herded her through the door into a cramped retail space. It'd been years since he'd been in The Hole. There were no other patrons in sight. An open arch in the wall lead to the bar next door where loud music played and multicolored lights flashed and throbbed. 

From behind the counter, Moon grinned. "What the fuck!" he boomed. 

Moon was a large man with a full beard, a rugged face, and tattoos covering both his forearms. Despite the grin on his face, he looked menacing. He chatted with Don the way old friends do, and then turned his attention to Denver. His eyes quickly swept over her, head to toe. 

Denver folded her arms across her chest and took a step back. 

Don was right behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders. 

"Denver wants to get her tongue pierced," he said. "Is Julio around?"

Moon rooted under the counter. He stood with a book in his hand and then scrutinized its pages. He said he would need another hour. At least an hour. He invited them to come back or wait in the bar, then he buried his nose in the book again, flipping from page to page. The music pulsed next door, the lights danced. Denver inched back towards Don. She looked up and he winked, letting his hands drop from her shoulders to her arms. 

"Or you can wait in back," Moon mumbled. He didn't look up.

"Thanks," Don said, hustling Denver forward. 

They got to the back of the store and started down a narrow hallway with doors on either side. Suddenly a shriek cut through the store, followed by a chorus of laughter. 

Denver stopped, alarmed. 

"Piercing," Don said. "It's okay if you yell. Everyone does it." 

He gave her a little push to get her started down the hall again. 

There was more laughter.

At the end of the hall, Don opened one of the doors and gestured for Denver to enter. One of the doors on the other side of the hall opened and out came a woman with long shapely legs, followed by a man in a shirt and tie. The woman didn't glance at Don or Denver, but the man gave them both sheepish look.

Don crowded Denver into the room and flipped on the light. It was a small room dominated by a large bed and a mirror. Don pulled the door shut and the latch made a loud click. His mouth was dry with fear.

"I, I, don't think I should be in here," Denver said.

Don put a hand on her shoulder, closing the small distance between them. 

"You need to be here, Denver." 

Denver twisted away from him, reaching for the doorknob. He caught her by the biceps, stood her up straight, and then squared his shoulders with her. "Listen to me," he said. "Just hear me out." 

Denver set her chin. She flared her nostrils, her lips pursed. 

"You're a good-looking woman," Don said. "And you deserve a satisfying relationship, a relationship with someone who wants to be with you." 

Denver gasped. "Stop," she said, twisting her head away as if she'd been slapped. It was her shame wound and he was fingering it.

"I know it's hard to hear, but you need to pay attention. We're talking about your life!"

She stopped struggling and turned to look into his face, drawing her brows together. 

"I want to fuck you, Denver. I've wanted to fuck you since the first night I saw you." 

"Oh my God," she squeaked.

He let go of her arms and put his hand in the small of her back, pulling her to him. His hard cock rubbed against her hip, and he grabbed a handful of her firm ass. A soft groan came from somewhere deep in her chest. "And I am going to fuck you, Denver," He whispered. "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now. And when I'm done fucking you, I'm going to drop a big load of cum in your hungry pussy." 

She mewled, jerking her hips back. 

He took her by the back of her neck and kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted fresh and clean, her hair silky and soft on the back of his hand. He thrust his tongue into her warm mouth. She put her hand on his throat, her thumb pressing against his Adam's apple. Popping the button on her pants, he plunged his hand into her panties and found her pussy wet. He stroked those sloppy folds. Her thumb stopped pressing against his throat. He licked her teeth, exploring her whole mouth with his tongue. Her tongue tentatively played with his, and soon she molded her body against his, moaning into his mouth. 

He broke their kiss and nibbled her neck. "You're wet," he said with pride. 

He laughed. Picking her up bodily, he took the few steps toward the bed and dumped her on it. She bounced with a yelp, and he yanked her pants down to her ankles and left them there. She wore tiny bikini panties that barely covered a thick, natural bush. She tried to scoot to the other side of the bed but couldn't get her heels to purchase. He dropped down next to her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. He kissed her again, wet and sloppy. 

She whimpered into his mouth. 

He pulled her panties down, and the fabric gave, making a ripping noise. He tossed them on the floor. She clamped her knees together, but he forced four fingers between her thighs until his palm cupped her hairy, wet bush. Using the heel of his palm and thumb, he massaged the ridge at the top of her slit. Soon she opened her knees, gyrating her hips. 

He stroked her cunt, dipping his finger into her. Using her secretions to oil her clit, he made her breath heavy. She made tiny grunting noises. Rolling his weight off her, he took a fistful of her hair. He opened his fly. His cockhead was swollen and glistening with juice. He moved her head towards it. "I think you know what to do here, Denver," he said. 

Tensing the muscles in her neck, she tried to resist but was no match for his superior strength. "Please," she whimpered. "I have a boyfriend." 

He stopped. 

"Do you think he'll mind?" he asked, thrusting out his chin.

She craned her head around to meet his eyes. She knew the answer. They both did.

"We won't count this one," he said.

He shoved her face into his groin, rubbing the head of his cock on her lips. "Open up," he said.

She opened her mouth and took his cock inside. 

It was magnificently warm and wet, and she sat for a minute with her head in his lap before obediently setting herself to the task at hand. She moved her head, letting her tongue play over his swollen glans. Cupping his balls with one hand, she stroked his shaft with the other. Soon sloppy wet noises came from her mouth.

His balls began to contract and rise, but Don didn't want to come. 

Taking her head in his hands, he crammed his cock to the back of her mouth. The pain of having his cock stuffed into her mouth helped him gain control. Denver mewled, twisting to accommodate him. He was testing her limits. Thrusting his hips forward, he jockeyed for a tighter fit. She beat her fists on his thighs and slid to the floor, scissoring her legs. She moved with such vigor that her foot popped out of the leg hole of her pants, shoe and all. 

He let go of her head. 

She gasped for breath on the floor between his legs. Saliva hung from her mouth, a few strands still connected to his slick cock. Wiping her mouth with the heel of her hand, she looked at him like a wild animal. 

"That's enough of that," he said. 

Taking her shirttails in both hands, he yanked it over her head and she squealed. It was a button down shirt, not meant to be removed that way, so she ended up on her feet, wearing only her frilly white bra and shoes. 

Tugging her bra up, he asked: "What do we have in here?" 

Her breasts were small but firm, the nipples erect. He put his teeth on one, holding her slim waist. She grabbed his head with both hands and gasped. 

He reached around behind her to unfasten and discard her bra. 

Denver stumbled backwards until she found the bed and could sit, Don still mouthing her nipple. She let his head go and he stood. 

She was looking at him with those needy, little girl eyes, and a great surge of emotion rose up in his heart. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently laid her on her back. Taking her foot in his hand, he popped off one shoe, then the other. 

He freed her ankle from her pants and tossed them on the floor.




The Mentor



She watched as he removed his shirt, wearing an expression that was hard to read. 

"For a girl still taking lessons, you're one hell of a cocksucker." 

He meant it half as a joke, half as a compliment. She didn't smile. Her face didn't glow with satisfaction. He couldn't be sure if that was a good sign or bad. 

He lowered his pants. His cock hung between them, pointed at her. 

"Now it's your turn," he said.

He climbed on top of her. Reaching between his legs, he rubbed his cock over the slippery folds of her pussy. "If you're a good girl," he said, "I'll give you the fucking of your life."

He slipped the tip of his cock into her wet pussy. Pulling out, he rubbed the head of his cock on her lips, lubricating her. He did this a few times, then plunged his cock into her past the head. She blew air from her lungs. 

She was tight. 

He gave her a minute to get used to the cock.

"I'll be good," she whispered. 

He went deeper. 

There was resistance. 

She gasped and grabbed his biceps. 

He pushed and she squirmed beneath him. 

"Oh shit," she said. 

He raised his hips and then sank himself into her all the way to the balls. 

She squealed, her hands gripping the sheets. He paused, holding her shoulders. She was much smaller physically, but strong. She bucked her hips, making him rise. He put his head near her ear and whispered, "This one counts."

She groaned, latching onto him with both her legs and arms. 

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God." 

Her reaction triggered something in him. Raising her ankles over his shoulders, he folded her in half and sank his cock into her. She flailed her legs and moaned. She swung her arms, clawing at his shoulders and back. Each stroke elicited a little moan, or a shriek of joy from her. She stopped using language, reduced to making animal noises. The only sounds that came from him were soft grunts, the slapping noise his flanks made against her thighs.

Wet sucking noises came from her pussy.

Her eyes were half shut in ecstasy, head rolling from side to side. 

"St-, st-, stop," she huffed. 

It was hard to make out what she said. 

"Stop," she said. This time her intention was clear. 

He stopped. "Really?" he asked. 

He was kneeling between her splayed legs, a slick sheen of sweat on his chest. Her shoulders were pressed into the mattress. He made tiny movements with his hips, letting his cock tease her hole. Her mouth was open. She was breathing heavy. 

She closed her mouth. Turning her head to avoid his eyes, she began rocking her hips.

"That's what I thought," he said. 

Putting his hand on her throat, he resumed his thrusts. Her orgasm came all in a rush. She screamed and thrashed and called out to God, and he rode her until she dug her heels into the mattress and threw her hips high. When she collapsed, they came apart. He strummed her clit, but it was too much for her. She yelped and turned onto her stomach, tugging her one knee high. 

"Oh fuck," she whispered. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck." 

Her coloring was bright red. Damp hair clung to her forehead. She reached out to him with her hand, opening and closing her fist, as if she wanted him to hold hands.

He snorted. "It's not over yet," he said.

He put her on her knees and pressed her head into the mattress. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he raised her bottom high. 

His finger accidently stroked her asshole and she cut her eyes to him. He registered her alarm but didn't comfort her. He wasn't going to fuck her ass. 

He mounted her from behind. His cock slipped easily into her wet hole. He held her hips and pumped her. She craned her head to watch. He slapped her ass. Hard. She shrieked and he slapped her again in the same place. She wailed even louder. He kept up the slaps and the strokes until her ass was a rosy red. She clutched the sheets in her fists, threw her head back and came again. Her eyes were screwed shut and she pounded her fists on the mattress. 

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," she hissed.

He grunted and pumped, holding her hips in his hands. He huffed and pushed, like some railroad laborer. He gritted his teeth. 

She stole frightened looks at him. It looked like she wanted to say something, but no words came from her mouth. 

The muscles in his shoulders and arms glistened. 

Finally. He shoved himself into her and stood stock still, muscles tensed. She lowered her head and made herself ready to receive his semen.

He came. He exhaled as the hot cum jetted deep into her wet hole. 

He used the muscles in his abdomen and his ass cheeks to drain himself into her. She needed the whole load, every drop. Using his thumb, he stroked the knobs of her spine with a feather touch. Soon he had nothing left to give her. She took it all.

"This one counts, too," he whispered. 

4

Don dressed quickly, his back to Denver. He'd done it. He'd done his part. It didn't go exactly as he'd planned, but then these things never did. He turned and she was dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled shyly, averting her eyes. 

He got her a glass of water. 

She reached for it, but there was something in her hand. It was her ruined panties. She blushed and stuffed them in her pocket.

"Sorry about those," he said. 

She grinned sheepishly and shrugged her shoulder. 

She gulped her water down and he got her more. He handed her the second glass. "This stays between us, right?" he said. 

He stood with his hands on his hips. She drank her water. Wiping her mouth with the heel of her hand, she nodded. 

He needed more. He sat next to her on the bed. 

"Right?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

She nodded. 

He narrowed his eyes. 

"Yes," she finally said. "Our secret."

He grinned.

She moved her hips closer to him. 

Smiling into his eyes, she moved her head forward hesitantly, then jerked to a stop. She met his eyes. It was awkward. Did she want a kiss? She moved her head until her cheek came to rest on his chest. She nuzzled her cheek against him. 

His ears went hot. He swallowed hard. He raised his hands, but then let them hang in the air. 

He wasn't sure if he should stroke her head or push her to the floor. 

"Does this mean I should break up with Jigsaw?" Denver asked. It was the last thing he expected to hear from her mouth.

Don stood, all in a rush. "Don't do that," he snapped. 

Denver looked confused. Hurt.

He grinned, trying to walk back his tone. 

"Look," he said. 

He remembered to smile. How does a girl with such a hungry pussy act so dick-whipped?

She tilted her head. 

He ran his hand through his hair. Suddenly he noticed she'd stripped the bed. She was sitting on the pile of sheets. He narrowed his eyes. 

She saw him spot the sheets and grew embarrassed. Trying to hide the sheets, she changed her position on the bed. 

"What happened here?" he asked. 

Tugging at the sheets, he found dark stains. Blood. Not a lot, but enough.

Her cheeks went suddenly pink. She hid her eyes with her hand. 

He sat next to Denver and put his arm around her. 

He laughed. 

"A virgin?" he asked. It explained so much. 

He rubbed her back and Denver stared at a spot on the floor. 

"Listen," he said. "You can break up with whomever you like."

She cut her eyes toward him.

"But you're new in recovery and it's suggested you don't make any big changes for the first year. A break up is big. A relationship is big. If you come in with a man, you stay with the man. If you come in single, you stay single."

She lowered her head. 

If she left Jigsaw after her first good fucking, she would just go back to him once the pink cloud evaporated and reality set in. Denver needed a more permanent solution. She needed to learn how to roll with life. She needed to learn to feed her pussy.

"Does he beat you?" Don asked.

Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him. 

Don grinned. 

It was a good sign. She would allow Jigsaw to use her sexually, but she drew the line at taking a beating from him. He was a potent threat, but not an imminent one. 

"Come on," Don said. "Let's get you some jewelry for your tongue." 

He reached for her shoulder with his fingertips, but she shrugged his hand off. "You don't want to be with me either," she said. She pouted her lip. 

"Nonsense," he said. "I'm your new sponsor." 

"Really?" She looked at him with hopeful eyes. 

He grinned. 

"Keep it between you and me," he murmured, "just like the other." 

She took the piercing like a real champ. It turned him on to watch Julio hold her tongue out with the clamp. His mind kept returning to the image of her big hairy snatch, packed into those tiny panties. In the excitement, some of the buttons must have popped off her shirt. She held it together to keep from exposing her bra, her cleavage. Sometimes she needed both hands, though, so occasionally she found herself a little exposed. 

Julio noticed but pretended he didn't. 

Moon noticed but didn't possess Julio's tact. He gave Don smug, knowing grins. He looked at Denver hungrily. 

For his part, Don felt a great sense of responsibility for Denver. He felt protective of her. Maybe even overprotective. He ignored Moon and walked her to her car. Before she drove off, she stuck her head out of the window. There were big salty tears in her eyes. She thanked him for being her sponsor. She thanked him for her new jewelry. 

She thanked him for everything. All of it. 

He grinned. He assured her that it was he who should be thanking her, that he had never sponsored anyone who hadn't taught him a boatload about himself. It was the AA way. 

It was true. 

He watched her drive off. He saluted her with two fingers. 

Reaching in his pocket, he powered on his phone.

There were those few things he promised to get his wife from the store. He would have to go past the gym, shower off the smell of sweat, pussy and cum. He could do it. 

It was all within his range. 

His mind jumped ahead. Denver was a newcomer. For the next few weeks, she would need all of his attention and then some. He'd somehow gotten her through the first step without his wife or any of the others from the Tuesday Night AA meeting figuring out what he was up to. 

If she were going to make it, though, if she were going to have a chance at life, he would need to get her through the next 11 steps. He took a deep breath. 

His cock rose in his pants. 



The Mentor



It all started very innocently, I was asked by one of the tutors, if I would act as a mentor to one of the final year students on the Business Studies degree course. Having ascertained that it would only mean one or two meetings I agreed to have my name put forward.

I didn't hear anything for ages and had forgotten all about it when Liz rang from the University to say they had a student who wanted to take up my offer of help. She told me that the student was in some difficulties with her business plan and as it was retail related thought that I may be the best person to help.

I agreed to the request and Liz said she would pass my number on and someone would contact me to arrange an initial meeting. At no time did I ask, nor did Liz indicate, that it was a young lady who had made the request.

The following day about lunchtime I got a call on my mobile from a young lady called Emma, who introduced herself as the student wanting some help and advice. We chatted for a little while about the problem and made an arrangement to meet in the Uni coffee bar later that week. I wasn't familiar with the location, so she said that once I got there to call her on her mobile and she would come out to the foyer to meet me.

I arrived at the Uni on the Thursday morning as arranged and called Emma to say that I was there. Within a few minutes a young lady arrived and asked if I was waiting for Emma – I said that I was. She explained that she was Emma and we shook hands and she took me through into the coffee bar to a small table in the corner where her stuff was already spread out.

The first thing I did was to go and get us both some drinks and then we started going through her business plan, identifying the areas where she was unsure of the exact statements to make. We also discussed some of her marketing ideas and it was soon after 1.00 p.m. Realising that neither of us had eaten I offered to buy lunch and she accepted, saying that she had no lectures that day so time was not critical. She decided we wouldn't eat in the Uni – too expensive and a poor choice – is what she said. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said she knew a nice little Bistro a few streets away. 

Gathering up her papers we went out of the coffee bar and down the steps. It seemed a bit incongruous with her carrying all these papers so I offered to put them in my car so that she wouldn't have to carry them. She accepted my offer and I took them from her and walked across the street to the car park and deposited them in the car, while she waited for me at the bottom of the steps.

It was only when I was walking back towards her that I think I really saw her for the first time and noticed that she was a very attractive young woman. She was about 5'6" tall, with long blonde hair and a very nice figure with a nice firm bust. She was smiling as I approached and I have to admit I felt a little tingle of excitement pass up my spine.

We walked around to the Bistro and chatted about various different things. I found out that she was 23 and from Manchester and didn't have a boyfriend – why did I ask that question? She was planning on opening her own retail business on graduating and had already found the area she wanted to be operating from. 

The conversation continued during lunch and she asked questions about me and my family and just general chit chat. After lunch I walked her back to my car to get her books and folders and then I suddenly wondered if she wanted a lift anywhere. She said she was going to meet some friends and declined the offer but after taking her books and thanking me for lunch, went off along the street. I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight and then got in my car to drive back to my office. I was thinking her about her all the way back, and my thoughts weren't all about her business problems!

Things returned to normal and I forgot all about Emma, until about three weeks later when I got a text message from her to say she would like to meet again and chat through some ideas she had since visiting an exhibition in London. I texted back my availability and we arranged to meet again at the Uni coffee bar the next day about 11.30 a.m.

I was a bit late arriving and just as I was walking up from the car park I got a call on my mobile to make sure I was going. I apologised but said I was only a few minutes away. I walked into the coffee bar and it was empty except for Emma sitting at the same table where we had met originally. I walked up and we shook hands and I made the comment that with all the tables to choose from she had chosen one the farthest from the door. She laughed but reminded me that this was 'our table' – where we had our first meeting. I laughed now and said that I realised that only a woman would consider such detail important. She agreed and said that men were so insensitive to such sentiments but she wouldn't hold it against me! We both laughed again and I sat down. 

She was so excited with all the stuff she had brought back from the exhibition, lots and lots of new product ideas and loads of contacts that could help her business. She talked and talked for ages before I got the chance to go through all her ideas with her. We discussed all the various options and put together a plan of action so that she could maximise all these thoughts and ideas before they went cold. This took quite a while and it was 1.30 p.m. before either of us realised what time it was. I was due at another meeting at 2.30 p.m. so had to make my excuses and dash away. She apologised for keeping me so late and said she would give me a call soon to bring me up to date on all the things we had discussed. Having shook hands again I dashed off back to the car to try and make my next meeting without being too late. 

On the way to the next meeting I realised that we hadn't arranged another meeting and somehow I felt a little disappointed as I really enjoyed her company. She was so exuberant, so full of life and somehow even quite exciting. 

Later that evening I received a text message on my mobile phone, from Emma, and she was also making the point that we hadn't arranged another meeting. I sent a message back asking if she wanted, I could meet her again the next week, same time same place. A few minutes later I received a message to say that was fine and she would see me on Tuesday at 11.30 a.m.

Over the next few days I kept receiving text messages from her, some about the things we had discussed at our last meeting but others just chatty! On one occasion she was on the train from Manchester and bored and chatted to me by text for the whole of her 1½ hour journey. I felt rather flattered to know that this young lady was actually interested enough to want to chat to me, not just about her project but all kinds of other stuff. 

We met again the following week and after the meeting went again to the Bistro for lunch, after putting her stuff in my car. It was an interesting lunch as we chatted about all kinds of personal stuff, her life, her family, her likes and dislikes. I found out that there was only her and her Mum as her Dad had left when she was only 10 and they had completely lost contact with him. I wondered if all this familiarity was due to the fact that she didn't have an adult male in her life.

She asked me about my family and particularly about by social life, what type of friends I had, what hobbies and interests I had and other general stuff. After lunch I gave her the stuff back out of my car and we agreed to meet again on Thursday at 11.30 a.m. again.

This format continued for another three weeks, we would meet up first in the Uni and then have lunch in the Bistro afterwards. She actually started calling it our 'date'! Between the times that we met, she was constantly sending me text messages, some about work but mostly quite personal stuff asking me loads of questions and telling me some of her own troubles and problems.

She had recently dropped out of a fairly long term relationship and I think she was rather lonely and just needed someone to take an interest in her. Someone not connected with her own life who she could discuss personal issues with without any embarrassment or judgement. The more I thought about it the more I was convinced that she also saw me as a bit of a father figure.

The following week we were due to meet on the Thursday when I got a call from her on Monday afternoon to say that her project had been returned with some comments appended and she needed to talk to me fairly urgently to go through the points raised as it had to be returned by Friday and if we left it to Thursday she may not have time to complete it.

Having checked my diary I agreed I could arrange to meet her the following afternoon at 4.30 p.m. to go through the points they had raised. We agreed to meet at the same place although the coffee bar would be closed by then but we could still sit in there and chat.

When I got there she was quite despondent as the project had been returned with what appeared to be a lot of additional input required. However, after about an hour of ploughing through the issues they had raised we soon solved the problem and realised that all that was really needed was some additional financial information to support some of the development plans and projections she had submitted. She already had most of the information anyway and it didn't take long to complete the rest. 

Her mood changed quite noticeably whilst we were going through the project as she had been quite moody and sulky at the outset but once we had sorted out all the issues she was her usually 'bouncy' self again. I told her that I couldn't stay as I had another meeting to go to and if I didn't dash away fairly quickly I would be late. For a split second I was sure she was quite disappointed but it passed so quickly I decided I had imagined it. Anyway, why would such a young lady be disappointed that I couldn't stay with her for longer?

We said our goodbyes and I went off to the car to go to my next meeting. I didn't have far to go as my next meeting was actually in Sheffield anyway. It was whilst I was on my mobile calling to say I may be a few minutes late when I noticed another call coming in. 

When I had finished my call and hung up I saw that I had a missed call from Emma. 

I rang her back and as soon as she answered she said "What time does your meeting finish tonight?" I told her that it would be after 10.00 p.m. before I got away, if it ran to its usual format. "Fancy a drink afterwards then," she asked me? 

I didn't have an answer and just sort of stammered "Err yeah, sure, you got some more ideas? Where shall we meet?" She said she had one or two ideas and gave me the name of a pub and the street it was in and said she would be there from 10.15 p.m. and with that comment she rang off.

It was only just after 8.00 p.m. when I got to my meeting and found that I wasn't the last to arrive. The meeting started about 8.15 p.m. but I have to admit my mind was not on the agenda but on Emma. Why had she rung me? Why did she want to meet again so soon? What was it all about? I have to admit to feeling a sense of excitement at the thought of her calling me so soon after our meeting.

Fortunately the meeting didn't last too long and we had finished by just before 10.00 p.m. I said my goodbyes and left, heading off to the pub that Emma had suggested. It was about 10.20 p.m. when I got there and as I walked into the lounge I saw her sitting over in a corner. I'm not sure whether it was me or the occasion but I felt that she wasn't dressed as a student! I'm not really sure what I meant by that but the impression was that she was definitely more provocatively dressed and she was wearing makeup, something I had not seen before.

As soon as she saw me she waved, smiled and dashed over to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the bar. "It's my treat," she said, "what do you want to drink?" I asked for a nice long Gin & Tonic and she had a Vodka and Lemonade.

With the drinks in our hands we wandered back over to the seats in the corner. I was still unsure why she had called me and so I asked her why the sudden need to see me again. 

Her answer completely floored me – "because I like you," she said quite openly. "I had planned on us going out for a drink tonight but your other meeting really threw me. After you had gone I decided to call you anyway and here we are." 

I wasn't sure what to say, after all I was many years older than her and although I found her very attractive, had never considered any kind of relationship other than as her mentor and advisor. She noted my hesitation and said "you're worried about the age difference aren't you?" 

Now I was totally off guard, she was even reading my mind! I laughed by way of reply and made the point that there was a considerable difference. I told her I had a daughter older than her. 

All she said was she didn't care, she couldn't help her feelings and felt really good when we were together. I told her that I was very flattered but I was also very married! It was her turn to laugh now. 

"I'm not suggesting we should get married," she said, "just have a little fun together."

This openness really threw me and I sort of stammered "what sort of fun do you suggest," I asked? "Well be honest," she said looking coyly at me, "don't pretend you don't fancy me, I've seen the way your eyes check over me when I walk towards you."

Now it was my turn to really squirm as I was remembering my thoughts as I walked towards her at that first meeting and the thoughts I had about her when we weren't together. 

Go on", she said, "tell the truth cos I've seen it in your eyes and I've seen you looking at me, especially at my bum when I wear my tight jeans!" 

I admitted that I did find her very attractive and did, in fact, think about her a lot after our meetings. I smiled and said that I'm a bum man and hers is particularly cute. 

"So what's the problem then," she asked? "I fancy you and you obviously fancy me." 

"Is it really that simple", I asked? 

"Sure it is, we're both old enough to do what we want and I'm not confused at all about what I want." 

I almost didn't dare ask the next question but I blurted it out anyway – "and what do you want?" 

She gave me a very cheeky grin and said, "another drink?" 

"My turn I think," I said picking up the empty glasses. "Same again?" 

Before she could answer I had set off back to the bar and I could feel her eyes burning into my back. 

"Make mine a double", she said with a laugh "if you're paying." 

This was said loud enough for others in the lounge to hear and one or two of them looked across and smiled, one chap even gave me a huge wink! I was totally embarrassed now and quickly bought the drinks, Tonic for me and Vodka and Lemonade for her, then took them back to the table. 

"Did you get me a double," she asked? 

"Of course," I replied, "what the lady wants she shall have." 

Almost before I had finished saying it I knew I would regret it as, quick as a flash, she said, "so it's a deal then. We can have some fun? After all, it's what the lady wants!" 

I quickly realised I had fallen straight into that and I could only laugh and say "sure, why not?" 

She giggled now and moving over closer to me and whispered in my ear, "you didn't resist me for long did you?" 

I told her I didn't want to resist her at all but it had come rather out of the blue and I wasn't prepared for it. 

She put her hand on my knee and squeezing it said, "let's see whether you are really not prepared." 

I felt her hand sliding up my thigh and I realised that I was reacting to this treatment as I was getting erect in my pants as her hand slid ever so slowly nearer my cock. 

"Now what do I do?" I asked myself. There were lots of people in the pub and with her earlier comments she had drawn attention to us. I put my hand over hers and stopped its progress up my thigh. 

"Spoilsport," she said with a laugh. 

"I'm not a spoilsport," I replied, "but I'm not sure I want to be part of the evening's entertainment for the rest of the customers."

"Fair point," she said almost immediately, "let's have another drink." 

"Another double," I asked? "Of course," she replied, "I'm much sexier after a few drinks."

I looked round to see if anyone had heard her remark but fortunately no-one was taking any notice of us now.

After fetching us more drinks I sipped mine for a minute or two before asking, "so, you need to be sexier do you? What do you actually mean by that remark?" 

"Well", she said very dramatically, before leaning over and whispering in my ear, "I need a really good fuck, what about you?" 

Now I'm not one for being shy about straight talking or describing sex as fucking, but it still brought a shiver down my spine and my cock started to harden again. Even before I opened my mouth I knew what my answer was going to be. "I'm ready to fuck," I said, "especially a pretty, sexy girl like you." 

"Oooer", she said giggling, "didn't take you long to consider that did it? Now prove it."

I took her hand and placed it on my pants just where my cock was hardening and pressed it up against the fabric. 

She rubbed her fingers over the hardness and said "OK, I believe you", let's have another drink before we go and then let's go back to my place and fuck." 

"Why do we need another drink," I asked her?

"Cos I'm not ready to fuck yet, I want to play with this thing I've got in my hand," she answered. 

"You can play with it at your place as much as you want" I told her. 

"But it's more teasing for you if I do it here," she said giggling. I laughed at her and without warning reached down and unzipped my fly. 

"Now let's see what you do," I said to her as my hot hard cock started to push out of the opening. 

She looked at me and giggled again before sliding her fingers inside my pants and pulled my cock all the way out. We were sitting in a corner and I was turned towards her with my back to the rest of the room, so no-one could actually see what was happening, although it wouldn't have taken a genius to guess! 

At this point she had her hand on my cock and she whispered in my ear, "Hey, that's a nice size you have there, it's so big I can't get my fingers around it." 

Now I have nothing to judge what is 'well endowed' and what isn't, as I haven't asked other men for an opinion. All I know is that when I'm in the showers at the running club my cock certainly holds its own against the others in there. 

Emma now had both hands on my cock, side by side and once again she whispered in my ear to say that she couldn't cover it all with both hands. I looked down and could see both her hands on it and the head was still sticking out past her fingers. I had never been in this situation before and didn't really know what to say or do. 

Before I could say anything she was whispering to me again. "I like you even more now that I've had my hands on this, it's by far the biggest I've ever had in my fingers!" 

"Have you had many?" I heard myself asking her. 

She giggled again before saying "quite a few, I started at 14 with a friend of my Mum's." 

She had said this so matter of factly I wasn't sure what to say. As I was still thinking about my response she was holding my cock in one hand and slowly massaging it between her fingers. She said whispering to me "out of all the ones I've had this is definitely one of the longest and thickest. I've never had one before that I couldn't get my fingers round nor one that two hands wouldn't cover. I'm very impressed, no wonder you are still married, I bet your wife just loves this up her." 

I was now quite embarrassed by her complete frankness, I wasn't used to such straight talking. "I've not had any complaints from her, or anyone else for that matter," I heard myself saying. 




The Mentor



She giggled again before saying, "I bet you haven't. How many 'others' have you had then?" 

I didn't answer the question immediately and she sensed my hesitation and said, "don't worry, I don't mind if you've fucked other women, although your wife might," giggling again.

I was now getting really excited by the fact that she was still massaging my cock and all this talk was also turning me on even more. 

She giggled yet again and said "this is really turning you on isn't it? Your cock has grown about an inch since we started talking about fucking." 

It was my turn to laugh now, "I doubt that," I said. 

"You don't have it in your hand, I do, and I can tell you it's still growing," she replied with a huge wink. 

It was at this point that I heard a male cough just behind us and a voice said "Drink up now folks, we're closing." It made me jump and I was now wondering if he could see what was happening. 

Before I could say anything Emma said, "no problems, we'll only be a couple of minutes." 

Releasing her hold on my cock she picked up her glass and drained the contents as the man turned and walked away. 

"Come on," she whispered, "put it away, drink up and let's get out of here." 

I squirmed around in my seat until I had my cock zipped inside my pants again, drank my tonic and stood up to go. 

As I stood up Emma was still seated facing me, she just leaned over and kissed the front of my pants – "see you again soon" she whispered. 

I told her she was incorrigible and to behave in public. She laughed and pointed out that there was no-one else in the room so it wasn't a problem. Being occupied by Emma I hadn't actually noticed everyone else had left the bar.

I asked her if she was always that 'forward' and with another giggle she said "only when I've had a few drinks." 

"How often is that then?" I heard myself asking. 

She didn't answer, just winked at me before saying "I'm off to the ladies, be back in a mo." 

I went to the gents, more to put myself straight than anything else but I also had a pee whilst I was there and noticed that my cock was still semi hard after Emma's attentions. I also took the opportunity to take 100mg of Viagra to ensure I didn't disappoint her. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like this, it was certainly some time ago that a woman had got me so excited so quickly. 

I was also unsure of what was going to happen, should I really be getting sexually involved with a young student? I knew the answer to that one but still I felt flattered and aroused by the thought of it all. The last thing I needed was that my cock wouldn't perform properly and I knew that the 100mg would make it last a good few hours!!

As I came out of the gents Emma was standing by the exit waiting for me, "come on slow coach," she said and taking my hand led me outside. The last thing I noticed in the pub was the guy behind the bar who gave me the thumbs up with a huge smile and a wink. So we hadn't gone unnoticed after all!

As we went outside and into the car park Emma squeezed my hand and said "I've got a little present for you." I was puzzled by the remark but she stopped and opening her bag took out a white, silky thong. "I've just taken this off and it's still damp," she said with a giggle. 

I wasn't sure what to say or do but she handed it to me and my first reaction was to put it to my nose. As I pressed it to my nose I could smell the sweet feminine scent on it and noticed that it was very damp as Emma had said. I then put it to my lips and could taste the juices from her pussy. I am more than familiar with the taste of a wet pussy and I smiled at her and said "very nice, thanks for the gift."

"That's only the start", she said smiling, "let's get out of here."

We carried on walking across to my car and she climbed into the back seat. I was puzzled by this behaviour and it must have shown on my face as she looked up and said "slide in here for a few minutes, I want a kiss." 

I slid into the back seat and moved towards her, it was now that I really noticed how lovely she was, she seemed to have an aura about her, he eyes were slightly glazed, her lips just slightly parted and she was looking at me very seductively. I couldn't resist her now and leaning over started to kiss her. It was a fantastic experience, her lips were so soft and yielding and as I continued to kiss her they parted and our tongues met in her mouth. 

I was now getting really turned on and could feel myself stiffening in my pants, Emma seemed to sense this as she placed her hand in my groin, pressing her fingers against the swelling in my pants. My hand followed her lead and I placed it on the side of her thigh. As I moved my hand on her thigh I felt her legs open slightly, as she moved around a little to give herself more room. 

She was wearing quite a long skirt and I moved my hand down her leg to the bottom of the hem and then, sliding back up on the inside of her thigh. He reaction was to open her mouth wider so that we could kiss even more deeply and press her fingers harder against the front of my pants. There was no stopping me now, as my hand slid further up the soft smooth flesh of her bare thigh until I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy on my fingers. I noticed that I couldn't feel any pubic hair and decided that she must shave herself. She was quite wet by now and it was very easy to slip my fingers into the lips of her labia, moving them up and down as we continued to kiss.

Her reaction to this was incredible, she was squirming and writhing around on the seat quite excitedly with a low moaning coming from her lips as she pulled away from me. She leant backwards as far as the door would allow and opened her legs wider so that my fingers could penetrate her more easily. I continued to slide my fingers up and down and rubbed hard against her clitoris as I felt the little hard knob under my thumb. She was so excited now and I let my middle finger slide into her dripping wet pussy, curling upwards to press onto the 'G. spot. 

This certainly had the desired effect, as I felt her whole body stiffen and a stifled scream came out of her lips. I then slid my finger out and inserted two fingers this time, once again curling them to press against her 'G' spot. Pushing them in and out I watched her face and could see a slight glistening in her eyes. 

They were only half open as she looked at me and then she said, in a low deep whisper, "WOW, that's so good, keep going I want to climax here and now." 

I had no intention of stopping now and leaning over just brushed my lips against hers as my fingers buried even deeper into her. In and out they went, faster and faster, each time curling as they came out to put more pressure on her 'G' spot. 

It was only a few minutes later when she arched herself right upwards and with a loud cry shouted "YES!" 

Her pussy was now very wet indeed and I guessed that she had just had an orgasm as my hand was full of her juices. I kept up my attention for a while longer but she was relaxing and slipping back onto the seat. I removed my hand and put it to my lips where I licked off all the white, creamy juice dripping from it. 

She was watching me doing that and said "do I taste nice?" 

"You taste lovely, so sweet," I replied.

"Sweeter than your wife," she asked with a big grin? 

Now that was an interesting question, my wife, I hadn't considered her at all during this event. Now thinking about it I had to admit the taste was different, whether it was sweeter I'm not sure, but definitely different. I told her that and she seemed satisfied with the explanation. 

"Now what," I asked? 

"We go to my place and fuck, that's what," she said without hesitation, "so my man, just climb in the front and take this lady home."

I just laughed at her and opening the back door said "yes m'lady and where can I take you?" 

"To bed driver" she said also laughing. 

"And where is the bed m'lady," I asked? 

"At my flat", she replied. "I need an address m'lady," I said chuckling, "I may be good but I'm not psychic!" 

"Oh you ARE good, VERY good" she replied. "Now take me to ..." 

At this point she actually gave me the address. I knew roughly where it was so getting into the front I started the car. 

"I don't suppose you have any tissues in here do you?" I heard her ask. 

As it happened I always keep some wipes in the boot so I got out, opened the boot and passed them to her together with a small hand towel I also keep in there. 

She smiled at me and said "you're well prepared for a married man. Do you realise you're going to get my juices on your towel, do you mind?"

I said I didn't mind at all, I would sniff it every day until the smell faded. 

"Well if you're good I'll keep it smelling of me for you," she replied with a cheeky grin.

I now got back into the front and set off to her flat. I could see her in the rear view mirror hitching her skirt up and wiping herself around her pussy. I was still unable to see whether it was shaven or not as there was insufficient lighting. Once she was finished she passed me the towel and asked "Does that smell nice"? I took it from her and noticed that it was quite damp. Considering how much I had on my fingers when I took them out of her and how damp the towel was, I guessed she must have had quite a good orgasm from my finger fucking. 

I put the towel to my lips and could taste the same sweet taste I had noticed on my fingers, I could see her face smiling at me in the mirror and heard her say "ever licked pussy juices while you were driving before?" 

I laughed and told her that many things were happening for the first time and that was certainly one of them. She then leant forward and I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she pressed herself against the back of my seat. She had a little nuzzle at my ear too and this attention was making me stiff once again. I couldn't remember the last time I had so many erections without an outcome.

It wasn't long before we were in her street and she guided me into a spare parking slot. 

"My flat's a bit further down," she said, "but there's never any parking down there so you can stay here." 

We both got out of the car and after locking it I took her hand. She nuzzled into the side of me and we walked down the street to her front door. 

The area was mainly student accommodation and she took me up the steps to the door. Rummaging in her bag she pulled out some keys and we went inside. It was a dimly lit hallway and she explained her flat was on the top floor, up two flights of stairs.  

Off we went with her leading and as I followed her I could see the wet stain on the back of her skirt from our pleasure in my car earlier. It was quite a large stain and, once again, I thought about the amount of fluid she must have released at the point of orgasm. 

At the top of the stairs we came to a dark blue door with a plaque on it which said "Emma's Room". She unlocked the door and I followed her inside. I wasn't sure what to expect as I remembered my own children's student accommodation as being not particularly pleasant places to go. 

However, I was very surprised, it was all very neat and tidy with a lamp on a small table in the centre of the room, at the side was a large settee and a couple of other chairs with some cushions also on the floor. At the back of the room was a door and I could see it led into a small kitchen whilst off to the side was another door, which was closed. I pushed the door shut behind me and she put her handbag on the table and turning to me said "want a drink"? I asked what was available and she said she had Vodka, Lemonade, Whisky and Lager. I plumped for the lager and off she went into the kitchen.

"Sit down", she shouted from the kitchen, "and take all your clothes off," This remark completely threw me, she was certainly not afraid to make the necessary moves. "Don't be shy", I heard her say "I'll be naked when I come out of here." 

The thought of seeing her naked body sent a thrill up my spine and, once again, I started to stiffen. I decided that there was no point in not doing as the lady asked as, after all, I knew why I was there and clothes were going to superfluous to the arrangement. I undid my shirt and removed it, then my socks and shoes and then my pants, until I was naked as she had demanded. 

I sat on the couch just as I heard her say "coming ready or not!" 

I looked up and saw her emerging from the kitchen, she wasn't naked at all, in fact she hadn't removed anything. 

She looked at me and laughed before saying "Fooled you didn't I?" 

It was my turn to laugh now and I said "I didn't need asking twice to take my clothes off anyway, who needs clothes if we're going to fuck?" 

She took a huge swig from her own drink and then put them both on the table and turning to me said "OK, you take mine off for me." 

I couldn't reach from where I was sitting and realised that once I stood up she would see how hard I was already. Standing naked in front of another woman wasn't strange to me at all but this was an unusual type of situation. 

Seeing me hesitate she took my hands and pulled me up, "come on don't be shy, I've seen a naked man before." I stood up and my cock was semi stiff and she smiled as she looked at it, "just as I remember it to be" she said giggling, "and I know it gets bigger with some attention." 

Without saying anything else she released my hands and put hers on my cock, massaging it as she did so. 

"Now undress me while I play with this," she said giggling again. 

She was wearing a simple top and so I took hold of the hem and pulled it up over her head, moving her hands away from my cock as I pulled it over her head. As soon as her arms were free again her hands returned to my cock and continued massaging it between her fingers. She had on a small, under wired bra and I slipped my arms around her to release the catch. Once again I had to move her arms up to take the bra off. Her breasts were quite amazing, quite full and a good size but completely self-supporting, they stood out from her chest quite defiantly, with erect pink nipples on the end of each one. I couldn't resist them and leaning over took one between my fingers and the other in my lips. I started to suck and squeeze them now, as Emma continued to play with my hard, hot cock. 

She was having a great effect on me and I didn't want anything to happen prematurely so I released her nipples and stepping back slightly started to undo the waistband on her skirt. I was shaking a little as I undid the buttons, part of it to do with the overall situation and part of it because I was so desperate now to see her pussy exposed and check if it really was shaven. 

Her skirt was open now and I slid it down over her hips until it fell to the floor. My head was about waist height on her as her pussy came into view, what a glorious sight! It wasn't completely shaven but it only had a small tuft of pubic hair just above the slit, the rest of it was as bare as a baby's bottom. It was so smooth and firm, with a pair of wet, pink lips protruding from the front. 

"Do you like what you see?" I heard Emma ask. 

"Like it, wow it's fantastic", I replied, "I've not seen anything like it since I was at college." 

She laughed and said that I was back 'in college' so to speak again so use it as you would have done then. 

I sank to my knees and taking hold of the cheeks of her firm, round bum pulled her towards me as my tongue flicked out and ran up and down the length of her wet slit. My head was buried into her midriff so that I could get my tongue inside as far as it would reach. "This is no good" I heard her saying, "I want some action too"! I knew exactly what action I needed as, by now, her pussy was becoming increasingly wet as my tongue pressed and probed, I could see a little trickle of white, creamy juice oozing out of her pussy lips and knew she was becoming increasingly excited.

I stood up now and taking her in my arms started to kiss her deeply and passionately, letting her taste her own juices as our tongues played together. My hands were on her bottom, pulling her into me and my hard, stiff cock was pressing against her bare stomach. 

We kissed for several minutes until pulling away she said "bedroom", and pulling me with her she moved across and opened the door I had noticed when I first walked in. 

Bedroom was rather an understatement, it was definitely a 'Boudoir'. There was a large double bed with some loose silky looking covers on it, soft chintzy curtains at the windows, a couple of small lights were on and there was a sickly, 'heady' smell in the air. I hadn't smelt it before but assumed it to be some sort on incense. At the side of the bed was a side table and on it were a variety of lotions and potions. There was also a small wooden box but I couldn't see what was inside it as the lid wasn't open. 

Emma pulled me to the bed and sitting down on it had her head at about the level of my cock. Without saying anything her hand went under my balls and her mouth closed over my purple cap. She has definitely done this before I remember thinking, as her mouth moved up and down the shaft of my cock and her fingers massaged my balls. 

Once again I was in danger of 'premature ejaculation' and not wanting this experience to be only a 'blow job', I eased myself backwards and gently pushed her down on to the bed with her shoulders.

She lay there, looking up at me and smiling she said "are we going to fuck now? I so much want that big cock filling my pussy." 

I smiled back at her and said "that's what I want more than anything." 

"So, what're you waiting for then"? she asked. "get on here and fuck me long and hard." 

I didn't need any more asking and kneeling on the side of the bed I shuffled her over. As I did so, her legs opened and the wet, glistening lips of her pussy came apart ready for my attention. I leant over and kissed them before moving in between her legs, my hard, hot cock on her stomach. 

"It's no good there," she teased, "I want it lower down". 

I didn't answer but merely leaned over and kissed her full on the lips as I manoeuvred myself further down the bed until my cock was between her legs and just brushing the wet lips of her pussy. Reaching down I guided it to the entrance of the heavenly hole and started to press it into her. Although she was very wet she was quite tight and I was a little surprised at just how tight she was, compared to my own wife's pussy. I heard her moaning now as I continued to push it into her, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. 

Leaning back slightly I got my legs under her thighs to raise her upwards slightly so that I could get even better penetration. I was still only two thirds of the way in and it was getting harder and harder to push into her.

Each time I thrust into her she squealed and squirmed as my cock was forcing its way deeper inside. I really wanted to fuck her hard but was a bit concerned that I may hurt her. 

She seemed to sense what I was thinking and between gasps and moans she said to me "don't hold back give me all of it, I want to feel it deep inside me, fill me till you can't fill any more." 

I still wasn't sure but she screamed "for goodness sake just fuck me, fuck me, just fucking screw me as hard as you can, I need fucking!"

It sounded quite strange to hear her saying these things but I wasn't going to hesitate any longer, the lady wanted it, I had it and she was going to get it. Lifting her legs up I put her ankles on my shoulders forced her pelvis upwards towards me and pushed her pussy as wide as it would go. I also slipped a pillow under her bum. 

There was going to be no stopping me now, I drove my cock into her as hard as I could, in and out, going ever deeper each time until my pelvic bone was grinding against her clitoris. Now I started to thrust against her, pulling out until I almost exited her lips and then driving back inside again as hard as I could. I had always had reasonable control of my ejaculation when having sex and kept up this thrusting for several minutes until I felt her stiffening beneath me, her back lifting almost entirely off the bed. 




The Mentor



Sensing she was close to her climax, I tried to go even faster and harder until with a load scream she shouted "YESSSSSSSS." 

Keeping going I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and squeeze me really hard. This was the signal to my cock that she was ready to climax and with one really big thrust I pushed as far inside her as I could, just as my cock disgorged its contents of hot cum deep inside her. 

I'm not sure whether she came just before me or at the same time but we both achieved an incredible orgasm and it wasn't long before I could feel the warm, wet juices running out over my balls and down her bum. 

I stayed there for several minutes holding her tight and then, withdrawing my cock, moved down the bed until my lips were over her pussy. It was still oozing cum and I hurriedly started to lick it up, squeezing my tongue down around her bum to get at that which had run down there.

I pulled her knees up a bit so that I could reach all the cum I could see, some of it was already soaking into the covers but I managed to get quite a mouthful. She lay quite still now and let me lick her clean, all round her pussy, her tight bum hole and the tops of her thighs. As I was doing this a thought entered my head that she hadn't made any move as my tongue moved around that area and I wondered if I could get really naughty. 

I had always wanted to see what it was like to push my tongue up a lady's bum hole, but my wife would just not allow it at all and no other woman I had been with would let me up there either. Getting no reaction from Emma as I probed around that area I decided to give it a try. 

Moving her legs a little further up the bed I let my tongue wander down over her wet thighs and than back up to her bum. As I got to the tight little hole I paused and flicked my tongue all around it, still no reaction from Emma, "here goes", I thought as I pressed my tongue against the tight hole. Everything was very wet around there and it pushed inside quite easily. 

Emma didn't say anything but I felt her stiffen a little as I first entered her. Pushing harder I had my tongue all the way inside her now and it felt incredible, so tight. I pulled it out and pushed it in again, in and out I went and still nothing from Emma, she just laid there with her knees up and let my tongue fuck her bum. 

It was becoming less tight now and I figured that her muscles were relaxing as they became used to my attention. Now I was 'on a roll' so to speak and decided to push my luck a little further and see I she would let me put my fingers up her bum. 

Once again her sixth sense prevailed and before I could do it I heard her say "do you want to fuck my bum too?" 

I was flabbergasted by this question, did I want to fuck her bum? The thought of it certainly excited me and I was already starting to stiffen again at the thought of my cock up her tight little bum hole. "Could I fuck her up the bum"? I asked myself. 

"Well", I heard her say, "do you want me to turn over so that you can fuck my bum?" 

It was an offer I just couldn't refuse and I somehow mumbled something to the effect that it would be great if she could. Moving out from between her legs I let her roll over, her firm rounded bum now facing upwards. She then pulled up her legs until she was kneeling on the bed, her tight bum hole facing me. Once again I leant over and started to lick around it, pushing my tongue inside again until it was all wet and relaxed. 

At this point I decided to use my fingers first, as my cock was now really hard again and I genuinely didn't want to hurt her. I was so glad I'd taken that tablet, it really was making sure I could harden again so soon.

I licked my middle finger to make it nice and wet and slowly pushed it up her bum, wriggling it around as it pushed inside. I had no idea what to do now but continued to push it in and out, adding a second figure as the muscles became even more relaxed. She was moaning again now as my fingers worked on her bum and I knew I really wanted to fuck her up there. 

Pulling myself onto my knees I placed the hot, hard head of my cock against her bum hole. I could see it was partly open but not very much and wondered if I should continue. 

Once again she beat me to it "you won't be the first up there and probably won't be the last, so get cracking, stick that big cock in and let me see what it feels like." 

"Can you take a cock my size up there?" I asked her.

"I don't know", she answered, "I hadn't had one that big up my pussy either before tonight but it felt fantastic so let's see how it feels up my bum too." 

I was so amazed at her attitude to sex, she was completely open and honest and I thought that if she was representative of current students, then girls had changed significantly since I was last at college. I had met many on the Internet who were quite forward and who I had enjoyed cyber sex with but this was for real and she was so open it was fantastic. 

My cock was really hard now and ready to go up her bum, after rubbing it over her still wet pussy lips to give it some lubrication I placed it against her partly open bum hole. I was just considering whether to push slowly or go for it when she pushed herself back into me and my cock entered her. 

"WOW, that's so tight," I thought. I am uncut and it was peeling the foreskin nearly off my cock as I pushed deeper inside. I pulled it out before it had gone too deep as it was hurting like hell. 

Before I pushed it in again I gave the hole a real licking to get it as wet as I could but then I heard Emma saying "there's some KY jelly on the table if it's too tight." 

"Now why didn't I think of that?" I thought to myself. 

I had seen various lotions and potions when I entered the room but they didn't stick in my mind. Looking across I saw the white tube and reached out for it. Opening the top I smeared my cock liberally with the jelly and also pushed some into Emma's bum hole. Putting it back on the table I positioned myself again with my cock against her bum hole. 

She didn't push back this time but let me take control and I slowly forced my cock inside her. It was still very tight but at least it wasn't nearly tearing my foreskin off and gradually it went all the way inside. Now I was confident that I could fuck her and started to push my cock in and out getting faster each time. At first she didn't react much at all but as my cock stiffened up to its full girth I heard a muffled cry and she started to moan quite loudly. 

I wasn't sure whether to keep going or to stop as I didn't want to hurt her at all. I looked down at her smooth white skin and at her firm rounded bum and wondered how I had won the lottery! She was lovely and here I was fucking her bum. The thought excited me even more and I knew I couldn't stop now as I thrust my cock hard up her bum. 

I kept going as my cock started to throb and Emma was moaning even louder, she had put her hand underneath her and was massaging my balls I as entered her. This was driving me wild and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. One thing I couldn't control was my ejaculation when a woman was massaging my balls whilst making love. 

Interesting thought that, 'making love' up someone's bum? I decided it was just pure lust and only sex, the love making was earlier. 

Now I couldn't hold on any more as I felt the cum welling up in my balls, and with one last big thrust I shot it all up her bum. She gave a little squeal as I squirted into her and I kept going until my cock started to soften. 

Pulling it out there was very little coming out of her bum but the hole was now quite wide and I could see right inside. I don't mind the taste of KY jelly so I decided I would lick her bum clean too and leaning over I pushed my tongue inside and licked her out. It was strange taste, there was my cum, some jelly and also a bit of pooh mixed in together. "Strangely exciting", I thought as I finished her off.

Once I had licked her clean I placed the tube of jelly back on the table and lay down beside her. She had her face into the pillow and I couldn't tell what her reaction had been to my cock up her bum. I ran my fingers up and down her spine until she turned towards me, her eyes were puffy and I was sure she had been crying. 

I cradled her in my arms now and asked her what the matter was. "Did I hurt you?" I asked her.

She didn't reply at first but then said it was quite painful but so exciting too. She explained that the reason she was crying was that I would be leaving soon and she didn't want me to go.

What Emma didn't know was that my wife was actually away at her mother's. Her mother had had a fall and needed help around the house, my wife had gone down there for a couple of weeks to look after her and to give her sister a break. This meant I didn't have to leave until it was time to go to work. 

I leant down and whispered in her ear, "Don't you want me to stay tonight?" 

She looked me directly in the eyes and asked "can you really stay?" 

"Sure I can", I replied, "but I do have a meeting at 10.00 a.m. tomorrow, but I can come back tomorrow evening if you want me to?"

Her face was a picture, she smiled and kissed me full on the mouth, "that's fantastic," she said, "I'll cook something for us tomorrow night and we can have a romantic dinner for two." "Can you stay tomorrow night as well?" 

I explained about my wife and that I was 'free' for at least 10 days. 

She jumped up and grabbed me, "WOW", she said, "just think how much fucking we can do in 10 days!" 

I laughed, "at this rate I won't last 2 days let alone 10," I told her. 

"Hey, you were the one going for more and fucking my bum not me, who's really the sex mad one here then?" she asked with a giggle. 

I laughed at the comment and admitted that I just couldn't resist it. I had wanted to fuck a woman there for years but had never had the opportunity before. 

"Oooh, I'm your first then?" she asked smiling. 

"Definitely," I answered "but not the last."

"But I thought you said your wife wouldn't let you do it to her," she said. 

"I did, but you will won't you?" I replied. 

She laughed at that and said "of course I will, when shall we start? 

It was my turn to laugh now and I said I would need at least another half an hour. 

She just looked at me and said very quietly "do you mean we can fuck again in half an hour?" 

I said I thought so, I explained that I had brought some pills with me to maintain the erection and with them I am usually good for 3 or 4 times in a night. With the pills I can stay hard for 5-9 hours depending on how many I take! As I explained that to her I could see the glow on her face as she gave me that sultry, sexy look again. 

"So you have pills that can keep you hard for hours?" she asked. "Sure, at my age I need them to keep up with young ladies like you," I said with a chuckle.

I suddenly remembered the drinks she had poured some time earlier and volunteered to go and fetch them. She declined the invitation and said that we would both go and sit and drink them on the settee. When we sat down she reached forward and picked up the control for the TV from the table. 

"What's on?" I asked, "I didn't come here to watch TV." 

"I know why you came here," she said giggling "so just be patient." 

The TV screen came to life and she reached for another control unit which she also pressed. The screen flickered for a moment and then it said DVD across the screen. I was very curious by now and wondered what was happening next. 

The screen cleared again and a film started to play, it was called 'Jane's little secret'. I didn't need any hints as to what it was about as it soon started to explain that Jane was a young housewife and her life had become tedious and dull as her husband was away from home on business such a lot and she was looking for something to bring a bit of excitement into her life.

If it hadn't hit me before it certainly hit me now that Emma had really planned this evening very thoroughly. I wondered what would have happened if I hadn't been able to make myself available for her. 

"Do you like sexy movies," she asked? I had to admit that I didn't have any at home as my wife considered them to be gross. 

"However, I do have some in my car and on my laptop for when I'm away" I said with a wink. "What do you think of them?" she asked. 

"I like to watch them and get horny and also watch them on the Internet" I told her 'whenever I get the chance". 

"I watch them sometimes when I am alone but not very often with anyone else," she said. "My boyfriend and I used to watch some together but he preferred the really sick ones and I want more romance in mine so we weren't very compatible." 

"What do you mean by 'sick ones'?" I asked her.

"Oh you know the sado masochism and animals and stuff like that." 

"Oh Yuk" I said, "that's not my scene at all."

"Mine neither" said Emma, "but it really turned him on so there was some benefit to it," she said smiling. "At least it meant he was really big and ready when they had finished. Not as big as you though," she said reaching between my legs and squeezing my now limp cock. 

"It's not very big at the moment" I commented.

"Wait until the film's finished and let's look again then," she said giggling. 

We settled back and watched as Jane went after every man that came near the house. First of all there was the man who came to clean the pool, he fucked her on one of the sun loungers outside. Next came the garbage disposal man, she asked him to come inside and check a blockage, before lifting her skirt and asking if he had a rod to clear it, needless to say he soon found one. 

It continued in much the same vein as various male contractors visited the house to complete different tasks before Jane decided to be more adventurous and actually went looking for men. She set up meetings with men to check them out and during the conversation she always managed to include sexual undertones, some men reacted favourably and she had sex with them whilst others she discarded as unsuitable. 

Whilst we were watching the film we had another couple of drinks and towards the end Jane actually found an older man who reacted in just the way she had hoped. 

He was much older than her but she really fancied him as she felt he would have much more experience than the others she had met. A trap was set and he fell into it and they became lovers. They would make opportunities to meet and have sex in a variety of locations whenever they could. The similarities between Jane's situation and Emma's with me seemed very coincidental and I asked Emma where she got the original idea from for having sex with an older man. 

She didn't hesitate in her answer, "from Jane of course" she said giggling. "I did sort of fancy you from the first time we met but, like most women, only looked at the age gap and not at the real issue. Jane taught me that age is no barrier and so I went for it and here we are. You don't regret it do you?" she asked. 

I had to admit I didn't regret it at all and holding my glass to the TV screen I said "cheers Jane" and we both laughed.

I think this was Emma's cue to start again as she was nestling in my arms on the settee but now her hand started to feel around in my groin where my cock was getting stiff after watching all the sex scenes on the DVD. 

"Is this for me?" Emma asked as she massaged my cock. 

I looked at my watch and it was already past 2.00 a.m. and wondered just how long this would continue, Emma didn't have lectures the following day but I had a busy schedule. 

She noticed me glance at my watch and switching off the film said "you're right, it's late so let's go fuck. I want you again now and I can see that you want me." 

I couldn't argue with that remark, as a combination of the sexy film and her attentions to my now erect cock had made it very clear what my intentions were. Turning towards me she kissed me long and hard, whilst still massaging my erect member and I responded by pulling her to me. I then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where I laid her on the bed. She looked lovely, her smooth firm body with shaven pussy just inviting my attentions. 

I lay down beside her and started to kiss and caress her, starting on her lips but then moving around her neck, ears, breasts, stomach and on to her smooth wet pussy. I noticed how easily she became aroused and how quickly her pussy became wet and guessed that she was not unlike Jane on the film, in need of satisfaction. 

I was a lucky man and I certainly wasn't going to miss any opportunity to fuck her that presented itself. I could see that this was going to become a beautiful experience and I intended to get as much out of it as I could while it lasted!! Needless to say we had another fuck before drifting off to sleep and the next 10 days were just blissful, but that's another story ...



The Mentor and the Protege



"Hey you, come here - I need to test out something."

My mentor, part mad scientist part brilliant artist all genius eccentric, calls me over. I am her loyal assistant, learning her skills and her ways as I help clean after her and set up before her. I am her protege by title, but mostly I am part of her work - her tools, her workshop, her canvas.

"Right. Now stand still while I tie some parts up."

She ties some rope near the joints of my arms - the shoulder, the elbow, the wrist - and throws the other ends over a frame. My arms hang partly loose, like a puppet before it goes on stage.

My mentor examines the set up, though she doesn't spend too much time wondering about my well-being. I am her crash test dummy, her prototype; since when did Dr Frankenstein ask his monster how he felt before turning on those switches? I trust that my mentor knows what she is doing - she did not just fall into genius, after all. This is hard work, and I am part of that work, and I am so so honoured that she even gives me any time of day at all.

My mentor pulls each end, one by one. My arms move as the rope wills, bending in odd shapes. The puppet is being warmed up - will there be a show soon? What is she making?

I would ask, but my mentor does not like being quizzed too much about what she is making while she is making it. Usually she only bothers to know the result when it is done. Putting too many expectations at the beginning only limits what you can do, she says. Her genius percolates in movement, in action, in rapid-cycle prototyping and rigorous testing and plenty of alphas and betas. This is her art, done through scientific method, her only hypothesis being what does this look like?

She pulls the two shoulder ropes sudden and hard - almost hard enough to lift me off the floor. I yelp, taken in surprise by my unexpected lift.

"Calm down," says my mentor. "You're just stretched a little. I didn't tear your arms off."

I would be happy to have my arms torn off for her if it helps her work.

She looks at me up and down, dangling ropebound from the frame, my white work shirt lifted to reveal just a small belt of belly, black pressed slacks and black shoes and black socks. My mentor insists on a proper uniform, general enough that you can add your own flair if you like to make it your own (my flair usually involves flowers or feathers in my hair) but still smart and presentable. When I dress for my daily work I go immediately into protege mode, ready to be productive, ready to be helpful. It clears away the bleariness of early mornings better than any shower or cup of coffee.

"Looks like it might have straightened you out a bit too - your posture's better. But to have a better picture of things I need to be able to see your skin..."

She ties the ends of the ropes to the sides of the frames, stretching me in a tree-like shape. My feathery fascinator is slightly caught on the rope but it is merely a minor annoyance. I shake off my shoes in anticipation, but my position makes my helpfulness limited. Bummer. I wish I could just make my clothes melt on command.

My mentor comes to my feet and peels the socks away, tossing them to the furthest corner of the room while shifting my shoes to the side of the frame. My suspension results in me just barely grazing the floor by my tiptoes. I start keeping an eye on where everything goes; it is my job to clean up after.

My mentor stands and places her hand on the waistband of my slacks. Her long slender fingers, deft in fine metalwork and hours of computing and manipulation of fiber, press against my panties; I try to suppress a moan and end up biting my lower lip hard. I want her to take my slacks off, I want her to take my panties off. I want her to use her skillful fingers on me, inside me, deftly manipulating my clit and my cunt like she does her sculpture and ropework. I just do not have the authority or the nerve to tell her, so I just make myself more than useful, being ready for anything.

I feel a short moment of stronger pressure against my slit, almost like a very subtle rub. Does she know? Can she tell? Or am I just projecting my fantasy onto a relatively mundane task?

She undoes the button and zip of my slacks and swiftly pulls them down, leaving me hanging all in white, the cloth a contrast to my darker caramel skin but closer in colour to her pale pallor. I imagine the fabric to be the touch of her skin, and bite my lip harder.

My mentor unbuttons my shirt slowly, her fingers against my skin, an involuntary shudder as they brush against my relatively ample breasts. While we are both women, she somewhat older than I, I have the more feminine physique; hers is tall and slender like her fingers, easy to mistake for male in both appearance and demeanour. Indeed, in many ways we are opposites - her reserve and calm against my feisty vibrancy, reason against emotion, methodical against chaos. Which is why I am so fond of her: she teaches me ways I would not have known otherwise, guides me on being more balanced, shows me through example how one can parlay their gifts towards making real what starts as just an idea. She would not admit it herself, it's outside her worldview, but she creates magic.

Her magic hands have opened my shirt, but she can't take it off me - the ropes are in the way. After a few seconds of consideration she heads to her work table and returns with a freshly sharpened knife. My fear must have been obvious, because she shows a rare smile, and chuckles.

"Don't worry - it's not you I'm cutting up."

She slices through the sleeves, splitting my shirt apart. I can just feel the tip of the knife grazing against my skin. There are white scars on my shoulders; I imagine them to be a tiny sliver of her skin.

I am now clad in my white bra and panties, though my fascinator - my one piece of flair - is still caught with the rope. My mentor moves behind me and removes the clip from my hair, clipping it onto the side of my shoe. Sometimes her artistry manifests in unusual ways. She runs a finger down my rope-straightened spine, and I can no longer keep biting; a soft moan escapes my bloody lip.

"Ah, sensitive, are you?"

She runs her hands across my arms, smoothly above the ties of rope. More moaning. I am slowly losing control over my reactions, though now I am worried about whether this would mark me as unprofessional. My long-held crush is now threatening to betray its secrecy.

"Hmm...possibly a sensual machine...an intriguing concept I hadn't yet considered, but obvious now in hindsight..."

She reaches over my shoulders and unhooks the straps of my bra, then the bra completely. I long for her hands to cup my breasts, to replace the bare modesty my bra afforded me, but that did not seem to be what she hand in mind. Instead she keeps running her hands down my spine, ever so slowly, observing my shudders and moans and sways against the rope.

Her fingers reach into the waistband of my panties, which I am surprised aren't already soaking wet. After teasing around my hips she yanks them down and pulls them under my feet, tossing them towards the same direction as the socks. Maybe. I'm losing the ability to sense direction.

I am now bare naked, exposed to the studio, truly a canvas now. This is not the first time I have been used as a model, not by a long shot, but this has been more intimate than usual. Normally I'm the one doing my own undressing, for starters.

My mentor unties the ropes from the frame and moves them around, watching my body jerk and shake along with every tug and slack. Just when I feel relaxed enough to let go, she does another sharp tug, knocking the air out of my lungs. Sometimes she would tug on more than one rope at once; sometimes she would pull and release slowly, both of us watching my arms moving across the vertical plane. Now was the puppet show.

After a few minutes of shifting around with rope, with my mentor keenly observing my body and taking some notes on her small pad that she keeps with her at all times, she shifts and pulls the ropes so that my arms are almost upright before tying the ropes firmly to the frame. I feel a stretch along the underside of my arms and shift my shoulders to adjust, which makes me float a few millimeters more.

My mentor disappears from view. All is quiet for what seems like forever. Is she just going to leave me hanging here? Does she want to know what happens when you leave someone hanging for a long time? Will she ever release me, not just my bindings but also my hunger for her?

I am so lost in reverie that I nearly scream in her ear in shock when she suddenly pops up in front of me.

"You need to learn how to stay more alert, even in strange contortions. Don't get caught out."

She is standing so close to me; I can almost feel her breathing. Her nose so close to mine, her eyes looking just under mine, her lips just so deliciously close...

I feel a soft tickle on my belly, on my sides. I try looking around to see the source, and spy a few stray feathers. My fascinator - she's using it against me. Not that I mind; its gentle barely-there softness melts me like heated butter in this air-conditioned room. Who knew I had such a powerful agent of sensation sitting on my head the whole time?

The now-familiar fingers appear again, but only just; they give way to sharp claws cutting against my skin, somehow both painful and pleasurable. I am surprised to see that the claws are just my mentor's nails; I didn't think she kept her nails particularly sharp at all.

The nails' sharpness seem as gentle as the fascinator feathers though after the scrape that runs across my body. It is partly blunt, like being scratched with a thin line of sandpaper, and almost unbearable. I gasp when I see the instrument scraping across my breasts: it is the edge of the knife, held in an angle to avoid slicing me, but still menacing in its sharpness.

"You said you weren't going to cut me!" I exclaimed, though barely able to spit it out - my fears feel like they are stuck in a lump in my throat. My mentor looks up at me; I see annoyance in her eyes.

"And I still won't. I'm your mentor; trust me to know what I am doing. And don't fidget so much - the fear just makes things more dangerous. Breathe, and relax. Do your job and let me do mine."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," I squeak out. I never meant to be disrespectful. I am at your service. My mentor puts her index finger against my lips.

"Hush. Just feel."

She scrapes the knife the same way as earlier across my skin, over curves and through valleys, the sharp edge just so dangerously close. My nipples go erect as the knife runs over them; the hairs on my belly rise with goosebumps. Fear, arousal, anticipation, melt, intense, everything mixing under my skin; I am in my body and yet also outside it; pleasure and pain intertwine and wrap around me like the ropes around my arms; sensations new to me overtake all my other senses; I am floating higher up the rope I am melted and alert and cut and whole and...

My legs are damp, my cunt soaking, my long-held lust and desire and crush now plain to see. I am too caught up in the knife's edge of ecstasy to worry about what my mentor would make of this.

She doesn't seem to mind though, if her hand running up one thigh and onto my cunt are any indication.

My mentor pays close attention to the knife running across the edges of the rope. Her fingers on my cunt seem to move on autopilot, stroking and scratching each lip and fold and my clit hungry for attention. She plays with my clit with her limber fingers and sharp nails, rolling and squeezing and nearly cutting it open.

I am lost in touch, hot and wet, my body tight and desirous to receive more and more and more.

I do not know if it is the knife being scraped across my collarbone or her fingers entering my cunt that made me gush more, but I am definitely soaked now.

Hot and wet and sharp and scrape and fear and arousal and desire and crush and service and tight and bound and taut and float and just so lost between the scraping knife and the scratching of fingernails and the tug of the rope and the stretch of muscle and the rolling of cunt in long slender deft craft fingers...

Jerks of explosive orgasm cause me to tug against the rope and bounce away from my mentor's hands. I release a waterfall as my skin feels like a torrent of golden stars. The scratches on me sting with heat; the ropes burn with their firm grip. Indeed it is only the snug pull of the ropes that is keeping me upright; there was no way I could have stayed alert.

My mentor puts the knife away in the pocket of her tight black slacks and places her cum-soaked hands on my sides. She kisses me; I hungrily kiss back, feeling like I could absorb some of that long-awaited genius and sexual prowess through our mouths and lips and tongues, like a baby bird feeding from the mouth of its mother. Thanks to her I was flying.

"You've done well."

My mentor wipes her hands on my back before undoing the ropes. The release from the frame brings relief, but also a tinge of sadness; canvas time is over. Who knows when or what her next experiment would be, her next exploration?

She hands the rope to me and makes sure I am able to stand steady - if bare naked and sopping wet - before heading to her workstation, throwing me a small square towel, just enough to cover my face.

"Now clean up - I don't want a mess left around here."

I spot my socks and panties immediately at the corner, the rest of my clothes by the frame. I smile and get back to work.

"Yes Ma'am."