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Belinda

By: Just Plain Bob



I don't even remember what it was that triggered my suspicions, but one day I was a happily content husband and the next I was I was watching everything that Belinda did. I was sure that she was having an affair. I was checking her email on the house computer, looking in her purse when she wasn't around, checking out the glove box and the trunk of her car and even that cliché of cliché's - checking out her clothes in the laundry hamper. I found nothing.

But even after finding absolutely no evidence that she was betraying me there was something in the back of my mind that told me that Belinda was being untrue. There was an upside to my suspicions; I made love to Belinda more often just to see if I could find her unaccountably wet or loose. The more I made love to her the more she wanted to make love and our sex life did a 180 degree turn and went from twice a week to four and five times a week. As enjoyable as the increased amount of sex was it did not change the fact that I just knew that Belinda was cheating on me and I wanted proof before I accused her of it. 

After two months of trying to find some trace of evidence and not finding any I was forced to admit that I might just be wrong. I decided to take one last shot at finding out and if nothing happened I would accept the fact that I was a paranoid asshole. I decided to set up an opportunity for her and then be where I could observe.

The simplest way to do it was to set up a phony three day business trip. That would leave Belinda with plenty of free time on her hands and I would make sure that I was in a position to see what she did with it. The first step was to give her plenty of advance notice so she could make her plans. The day of the trip came and Belinda drove me to the airport, kissed me goodbye and told me to hurry home and she would keep the bed warm for me. As soon as she was out of sight I caught the courtesy bus to a rental car agency and rented a small compact car. Our neighborhood was full of small compacts and one more parked on the street would go unnoticed. From the car rental I drove to a motel and checked myself in for three days and then I headed for home. I hoped to be in place to follow Belinda, but when I got back to the house the car was gone. I parked just up the street and walked back to the house and let myself in and then I went through the house to see if I could find anything that might tell me where she had gone.

In our bedroom I found that she had laid out several of her sexiest outfits on the bed and I surmised that she had picked out one and was even then wearing it. The question was for whom and where? I was prowling through the hall closet looking in coat pockets for notes or scraps of paper with phone numbers on them, anything that might give me clue when I heard the automatic garage door opener start to operate. I hurried up the stairs and positioned myself where hopefully I wouldn't be noticed and looked down into kitchen/dining room area. I saw Belinda come in with an armful of shopping bags and set them down on the kitchen table and then she went over and picked up the phone and punched in a number.

"Hello darling, I'm home."

"Yes, he got off all right. I dropped him at the airport three hours ago and just before I left to go shopping I called the airline to make sure that his flight got off on time."

"You do huh? What's in it for me?"

"Promise? All right, but you had better follow through."

"Love you too baby, hurry, I'm already wet just thinking about you."

That was it. I had what I needed. Confirmation from her own mouth and all I needed to do was go downstairs and get it over with. I had taken two steps forward on the way when all of a sudden I stopped. I knew she was an unfaithful whore, but I didn't know who with. Not that it mattered, but I was curious so I decided to hang tight and see who showed up. I heard the 'clack, clack, clack' of high heels on the hardwood floor heading for the stairs and I hurried back down the hall toward the bedroom meaning to hide in the closet. At the last second I remembered the clothes on the bed. Belinda would be putting them away before rolling around on the bed with her lover so the closet was the last place I needed to be. I slipped into the spare bedroom and left the door opened just a crack. I could see into the master bedroom from there and I settled down to wait and see who Belinda's guest would be.

I watched as Belinda went into the room with a shopping bag. She was wearing her highest heels; her shortest skirt and a blouse that was damned near see-through. I watched as she put away her clothes and then turned down the bed covers. She went into the bathroom and came back with the trash can and set it down next to the bed and then she emptied the shopping bag onto the bedside stand. I had to strain to make out the items, but they turned out to be a carton of rubbers, and a large bottle of KY Lotion. I had more than enough evidence now, but I still wanted to see who the asshole was who was cuckolding me. I would wait until the rubber had just been rolled onto his hard cock and then I would walk out just so I could watch his dick shrivel up. Satisfied with her preparations Belinda headed back down to the kitchen. When I heard the 'clack, clack' of her high heels on the kitchen floor I moved quickly across the hall to the bedroom and got the small Olympus D-370 digital camera that was on the shelf in the closet and then hurried back to the spare bedroom.

It wasn't a long wait. About ten minutes went by and then I heard a car door slam out in front of the house and a minute later the front door opened and I heard a familiar voice. Shit I thought, he sure picked a bad time to stop by. His being here would fuck up everything and then I heard, "Damn baby, don't you look good enough to eat."

I was stunned. It couldn't be - it just couldn't be.

I heard Belinda say, "If that is what you want to do lover I'm damned sure not going to stop you. Come on, I'll race you to the bedroom."

"You'll lose. You can't run for shit in those heels."

"Yeah, and you don't want me to take them off, do you? Okay then, let's stroll on up to the bedroom."

The two of them came up the stairs, down the hall and went into the bedroom. Even then, seeing what I was seeing, I couldn't believe what was happening. I watched as he undressed Belinda and then as she undressed him. His hands went to Belinda's tits and he began to roll her nipples between his fingers. Belinda moaned and then pushed his hands away and went to her knees in front of him. She captured his erection with her mouth and I could see her pink tongue swirling around the length of his cock. The sight just was one more hammer blow to the stake that the knowledge my wife was a whore had driven into my heart. Belinda had never sucked my cock like that. I had to beg for blow jobs and here she went after his without a word being said. It didn't take him long to fill her mouth with his cum. His hands did not even have to hold her head still as he shot his cream into her willing mouth and I watched as she greedily swallowed it all, some- thing else she would never do for me. Even though she gulped and swallowed some still leaked out of her mouth, dripped down her chin and landed on the floor. 

Belinda licked his cock and balls clean and then she sat down on the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide and said, "Your turn." He buried his face in her pussy and Belinda tossed her head back and started moaning. Belinda's hands went to her tits and she played with her nipples and a minute or so later she uttered a sharp cry as she had an orgasm. He stood up, his cock hard again and bobbing in front of him and Belinda reached for the bedside table and got a condom out of the carton. She stood up and pushed him back on the bed and then rolled the rubber on his cock and then she swung over him and lowered herself down as she used her right hand to guide him in. 

And then she fucked him. She rose and fell, rocked back and forth and worked his cock with her cunt while he laid there and smiled up at her. It went on for almost five minutes before she started slamming down hard on him and then she cried out and collapsed on him as she had another orgasm. He rolled her over, put her legs up on his shoulders and fucked her hard until he came and then he fell down on the bed beside her. Belinda reached over, rolled the rubber off of him and tied it off and tossed it in the waste basket and then she went down on him to get him hard again. 

I watched for a little over an hour as full rubber after full rubber was tossed into the waste basket next to the bed. And then the final indignity - something else she would never let me do - she gave him her ass. Belinda took his cock in one hand while with the other she liberally applied some KY and then she got on her knees and buried her head in a pillow and squealed like a pig when he buried his cock in her ass and fucked her. There were tears in my eyes as I got the digital camera ready and stepped across the hallway into what used to be my bedroom. I aimed the camera at the couple on the bed and then I said, "Belinda!" and as her head came up and she looked straight at me and into the camera I pushed the shutter button. I got five more shots and I saw the look of horror on my father's face as I said, "Mom's just going to love these." 

I turned and left the room and headed for the front door as Belinda yelled, "Robbie wait, please Robbie, wait. Don't go." And I heard her running down the hall as I walked out the front door and it closed behind me.

Belinda



Belinda had inherited the textile giant her grandfather had founded back in the thirties. Ainslie Beasley had been a shrewd businessman and Belinda's father had built the business into a mufti-million dollar enterprise supplying clothing manufacturers across North America with quality fabrics.

The statuesque blonde had acquired a Master's in Business at the renowned Harvard University, magna cum laude. During her sorority days with Delta Gamma Belinda had attended her share of orgies where several young men had enjoyed the busty coed's body.

Belinda never married after graduating choosing to dedicate herself to pursuing the family business. Belinda was not frigid, far from it, she just choose to satisfy her sexual needs on the open market.

Although not beautiful in the beauty queen sense Belinda is attractive enough to garner the attention of many men. Her liking for older men ensures her of abundant bed partners. 

It was a well-known fact that the heiress was not shy about getting naked with several sexual partners and many of her associates hunger for their opportunity to sample the blonde bombshell's charms.

In her business environment Belinda dressed impeccably in conservative Navy suits with frilly white blouses. Always fine black silk stockings covering her long shapely legs with black patent heels and elegantly accessorized. 

Belinda had a secret fetish for going out incognito a few nights, Dressed like a slut she would visit the seediest bars seeking strangers to ravish her. Belinda particularly liked visiting Soul City, a bar white girls frequented who wanted to be picked up by black studs,

Belinda had an appetite for black cocks, it was not because she found black men attractive, quite the opposite as she found them to be somewhat animalistic. It was what a black cock felt like inside of her that fired her desire, so big and hard stretching her vaginal walls beyond the capabilities of lesser cocks. With a hard black cock in her she knew how it felt to be a woman.

And of course there was the taboo of it. Proper white girls did not participate in interracial sex. The thought of a woman of such fine Caucasian stock submitting herself to a Negro had alarmed society since Lady Chatterley's Lover.

Belinda had outdone herself this night. Her micro-mini skirt barely covered her ass cheeks and the filigree blouse with the plunging neckline displayed a generous amount of her cleavage spilling out of a pushup bra. She noticed the cab driver staring at her in his rear view mirror all the way to Soul City.

It was a Thursday night and the club was not too crowded when she arrived. Belinda recognized a few regulars, some of whom she had screwed before but her eyes were drawn to a large black man the recognized.

Vince Scott was linebacker on the local NFL team. The gigantic black man was notorious for taking out the opposition's star players. During football off-season Vince wrestled as the masked "Destroyer".

Belinda caught the footballer's eyes as she pranced into the dimly lit club in her scanty outfit. Strategically she took a seat at a table in Scott's line of view. Sitting with her long shapely legs on view she ordered a drink.

"Compliments of Mr. Scott." The waiter said placing her drink on the table.

Belinda looked over at her benefactor and smiled her appreciation. As she lifted the glass to her crimson lips Scott came over to her table.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Please do." Belinda invited.

Belinda knew her evening was going to be rewarding. She would be taking this black bull home with her for an evening of non-stop fucking the way she liked it.

They exchanged small talk and danced a few dances and before long closing time rolled around.

Scott had told Belinda he was married and had two children but she still invited him to her place for the night. All during the cab ride to Belinda's penthouse suite they sat in the back of the cab kissing while Scott's finger got her pussy ready for his cock.

Once in her boudoir it took no time for Belinda and her stud to get naked. Belinda lay on her back across the huge four-poster bed inviting Scott to take her.

Scott had a beautiful glistening black cock. Belinda estimated its length to be ten or even inches and it was as thick as her forearm. The big smooth mushroom head promised unlimited rapture inside her pussy. 

Scott straddled her bare breasts, lowering his huge weapon into the valley of her breasts. Belinda cupped her huge tits in her hands and squeezed Scott's cock between them making a cock sandwich.

Slowly the footballer began to tit-fuck her, sliding his ebony log back and forth in its tit envelope. Belinda looked down and saw the drop of precum sparkling on the tip of the black snake as it threatened to strike at her mouth.

Belinda loved the sensation of Scott's massive balls dragging across her belly as his cock slid back and forth. She was desperate to taste the sperm they contained.

Scott increased his rhythm in a crescendo to reach his orgasm. Belinda braced herself to receive the pearl necklace he was about to bestow upon her and perhaps scavenge some of his cum into her mouth.

"Cum Baby cum, shoot all over me!" she pleaded.

Scott's cock erupted, volleys of thick, white cum firing onto her chest. She felt one string reach her chin and her tongue came out to harvest it into her mouth.

Belinda loved the taste of men's cum, its salty tang, its stringy texture and the way it clung to the surfaces of her mouth, tongue and teeth. She often craved for a dispenser of cum she could squirt into her mouth like a breath spray at the office. Belinda had once walked through the crowded lobby of the fashionable Four Seasons hotel wearing a sheik black dress with globs of cum in her hair and on her face. Everyone had looked at her strangely but none had commented on the man-juice hanging from her chin.

Scott's cock slowly deflated as his sperm puddle on Belinda's chest. Belinda's fingers wiped the cum from her skin and fed it to her mouth.

Scott's cum was safely in her belly when Scott's cock resurrected to deliver more pleasure to his randy lover.

"Do me doggy!" Belinda ordered getting into position.

Belinda liked getting it doggy, the cocks traveled further into her, she could rock her hips back to meet the plunges ands her massive tits swung unrestricted.

Scott positioned himself behind Belinda's rounded ass and aligned the head of his renewed cock with her puckered hole. A firm and demanding thrust separated her labia and allowed him to enter her warm, wet tunnel. Inch after inch he slid into her until she felt his balls kiss her pussy lips and he was entirely in her.

Belinda liked the feeling of being full of cock, her vagina stretched and a cockhead pressing against her cervix, that was what being a woman was all about to her.

Belinda groaned and started rocking on Scott's cock commencing the fuck.

Scott grasped the blonde's full hips in his powerful hands and began slamming his Johnson bar into her with due diligence.

Scott worked her fuck hole like a machine. His thick black cock slid in and out of her stretched cunt on a slick layer of pussy juice.

Belinda's tits swung back and forth like huge pendulums as her body rocked on Scott's shaft.

On each inbound stroke it felt as if Scott's cock was going to impale her entire body and come out through her mouth. She slammed back on him driving him further and further inside of her.

The following day back at the office Belinda was revitalized from her encounter with the big black bull. It was time for her to look after the Chan account.

The Chan brothers were importers of fine fabrics for distribution to many tailors and clothing manufacturers in China. 

Willy and Tommy Chan were both short, bald Asians, Willy fifty-three-years-old and Tommy three years younger. The Chan's lived in Beijing with their families and made frequent trips to purchase large amounts of fabrics. It was Belinda's task to ensure the Chan's signed a substantial order with Beasley Enterprises before their return to China.

The limo picked her up promptly at seven and whisked her to the hotel where she would pick up the Chan brothers for their date with her body. There was no pretense, all knew Belinda was to fuck the brothers all night in return for their business.

Belinda enjoyed the marathon sex sessions with the two Asians. Both had thick cocks and delivered her many intense orgasms. She was looking forward to them grunting between her widespread legs as they pounded their stubby cocks into her.

The Pillar and Post is an upscale motel on the banks of the mighty Niagara River. Fashioned on a nineteenth century theme the suites are luxurious and comfortable complete with an open fireplace.

As the trio entered the room logs were cheerily blazing awaiting their arrival. An open box of Laura Secord chocolates lay tempting on the bed. A frosted bottle Dom Perion sat in an ice bucket with three champagne flutes on the table beside it.

Also on the table was an assortment of canapés including caviar, truffles and jumbo shrimp. An assortment of foil packaged novelty condoms was provided should the Chan's prefer to use them.

Once inside the room Belinda summarily dismissed the bellhop who had shown them to the room and quickly removed the Emerald green silk dress she was wearing. Belinda had put on her expensive silver-gray pushup bra and matching bikini panties. A black garter belt held her Bottle Green thigh-high stockings in place. Her black leather pumps completed the "Come fuck me!" image.

Belinda knew from previous encounters Willy Chan was fond of filling her ass with his fatty. Belinda had been anally fucked countless times and could handle the thickest of cocks in her bum hole. Tommy was a pussy man so she would end up being DP's by the brothers during the night, Tommy in her cunt and Willy up her ass. First she would suck them both off.

Belinda had found Asian men to have a fetish for watching females ingesting their sperm. With their unique seafood based diet their semen tended to be saltier and thicker than Caucasian sperm. Saltier or thicker Belinda swallowed it all.

In typical Asian fashion the brothers had stripped down to the shorts, still wearing their white shirts and ties. As they stood next to each other with a glass of champagne in their hands Belinda dropped to her knees on the plush carpet between them. Swiftly she fished inside their underwear pulling out their chubby cocks.

Willy was fully erect when Belinda's mouth swallowed him, her puffy lips sealing around his pulsating shaft. Willy moaned incoherently as Belinda'[s warm, wet tongue twirled around his meat. Firmly grasping the root of Willy's cock in her hand she pulled it out of her mouth and replaced it with Tommy's cock.

It was Tommy's turn to groan as her tongue coated his cock with a layer of her saliva.

Back and forth she went, from cock to cock, playing a rhapsody on the skin flutes. As their cocks grew thicker and harder she knew she was nearing the crescendo when both of them would fill her mouth with their thick, sticky goop. Belinda went into a frenzy hungering for their salty nourishment.

She got her reward quickly, first Willy gushering a load of cum into her mouth and then Tommy emptying his cum cannon onto her tongue. Belinda selfishly gulped down the brothers' sperm.

Belinda directed Willy to sit in the wingback chair as she slipped her panties off. Pouring herself a glass of champagne she sat on his lap with his cock squished beneath her pussy. As she drank she could feel Willy's cock twitching as it came back to life.

Belinda squirmed her hips teasing Willy's cock as it grew harder and harder. Judging it to be hard enough once more she raised her ass and guided Willy's cockhead to her anus. As she lowered herself his cock forced its way into her ass. Slowly she took his fat sausage into her inch after inch until her ass had swallowed his entire cock.

Belinda worked Willy's cock comfortably into the depths of her ass as he played with her clitty. Tommy had a bird's-eye-view of Belinda's wide open cunt as he approached with is thick cock in his hand. Stooping down his cockhead pushed his brother's finger out of the way as he searched for her unused opening.

Tommy's cock easily found its way into Belinda's fuck passage and slid in separated from his brother's cock by Belinda's thin membrane. Two thick cocks squirmed inside of Belinda at the same time.

The feeling of two cocks independently moving inside her loins always excited Belinda, as it was if two serpents were invading her intimate space in a blitzkrieg attack. Belinda jockeyed her hips getting into a more comfortable position.

Willy had his hands full of Belinda's ample breasts, kneading and squeezing them like lumps of dough while Tommy grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her onto his cock. The blonde heiress was in heaven.

Belinda felt a void in her mouth, with two cocks crammed into her womanhood her mouth felt empty. She craved a mouthful of cock meat she could swirl her tongue around and take into her throat.

The Chan brothers groaned and grunted as they reamed out Belinda's holes with their chunky cocks. Belinda squirmed, relishing the feeling of their cocks battering her thin-skinned passages.  

Belinda's ass squirmed and she moaned her pleasure as the Asian brothers' cocks bore her passages to new limits. 

"Oh yes, shoot your cum in me!" she cried out in ecstasy. 

Belinda felt the warm sensation of the Chan's sperm flood her holes as they answered her plea.

Belinda stayed firmly in place ensuring all of the brothers' cum was inside of her until Tommy withdrew his dripping cock from her pussy. 

Belinda stood removing Willy from her ass and allowing the Chan's cum to run down the insides of her thighs.

"That was nice." she congratulated the boys as she rid herself of her disarrayed lingerie.

Belinda was now naked and primed, ready for round three.

The naked cum-smeared slut jumped onto the bed inviting the Chinese brothers to further ravish her body. Belinda had an insatiable sexual appetite, once aroused she could easily wear the two men out.

Tommy's cock accepted the challenge first. Walking over to the naked whore his considerable hulk mounted His cock was thick and throbbing again to pump more of his jism into Belinda's slot.

Tommy slid into Belinda' sloppy cunt with ease, his residual cum making her fuck hole like a bobsled chute. His balls kissed her wet pussy lips.

Willy walked to where the pair laid and slapped his erect cock across Belinda's face while she took his brother in her cunt. Belinda reached out and grasping the renegade cock she crammed it into her mouth. 

The room was beginning to smell like sex, the unmistakable scent of cum permeated the air as Belinda fed on the mating odor like a wild animal in heat

With her mouth filled with cock she could no longer moan her emotions, just strange gurgling sounds came from her cock filled throat.

Each time Tommy's cock slammed into her it would drive Belinda's head further up the bed and Willy's cock further into her throat. She was being double-ended fucked!

Belinda did not know which of the brothers came first, suddenly she was in the throes of an orgasm and a world of hot sperm pumping into her body.

Belinda gagged as she tried to scream her ecstasy. 

With the Chan order on the books sales were up fifteen percent over the previous month. Belinda was ready to work on the Baldwin account.



Belinda



George ran a carpentry and joinery shop, specialising in kitchen and bathroom renovations, although he and his boys were willing to turn their hands to anything that came up. They had a reputation as a firm that did good work at a fair price and completed it in the nominated time.

The last was why George was feeling slightly pissed. The Henderson job was going well, but slowly, and he couldn't put his finger on the cause of the delays. There'd been no sickies from the crew, no reports of delays in materials. Sparkies and plumbers had shown up as promised. 

So why the delay? 

He decided to have a chat with Noel, see if they could pin point the reason it wasn't finished. Noel was evasive.

Feeling more pissed than ever, George leaned on him, and Noel finally explained the problem.

"It's Mrs. Henderson," he explained. "She's a hell of a distraction and the boys find it hard to concentrate while she's there, and she always seems to be there. But it should be OK now. There's only the finishing touches to be done and one man can knock that over in a day."

"The trouble is," pointed out George, "that your crew is scheduled to start a new job tomorrow, and I guaranteed you'd be there and I need your whole crew there. I'll have to find someone else to go out and finish of the Henderson job. 

You haven't mentioned why Mrs. Henderson is such a distraction."

Noel sighed. "If I tell you that the boys call her bouncing boobs Belinda, does that give you a hint?"

All he needed, thought George. One of his crews sexually harassing a client's wife.

"What is Mrs. Henderson's attitude to that," he asked, frustration plain in his voice.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, boss," Noel said hurriedly. "The boys are good as gold around her, but they can't help but watch when she goes past. Have you seen her?"

George shook his head, and Noel continued.

"She's what you call petite, but she's got boobs that stick out to here," he said, holding his cupped hands well in front of him. "She has this predilection for sloppy singlet type t-shirts, so there's quite a bit of boob on display. I'll swear she never wears a bra and when she goes past her boobs go bouncing about like a couple of basketballs under that top. The boys can't help but watch in case one of them bounces out."

"Where'd you ever learn a word like predilection, you untutored buffoon," grumbled George. "So you reckon anyone I send is going to be side-tracked by the sight of these bouncing boobs?"

"I went to bloody college and that's where I learnt big words, and you bloody know it," riposted Noel. "I could go and finish the job without being distracted. I'm happily married, so she doesn't affect me quite as much as the others.

Although it is a fascinating sight," he added, smiling reminiscently.

He grinned as George growled, and waited. George finally sighed.

"I need you at the new job. Let's go over the spec's and you can tell me the finishing touches still required. I'll go out there and attend to them myself."

Next morning George turned up at the Henderson's place and was admitted by Mrs. Henderson. He was willing to admit that Mrs. Henderson was cute and petite, and her chest did seem to fill out her top quite well, but as she was wearing a tracksuit it was hard to reconcile her actual appearance with the bouncing boobs Belinda that Noel had described.

Mentally shrugging, George settled down to work. 

Half an hour later he was startled when bouncing boobs Belinda put in her first appearance. Mrs. Henderson came bouncing into the kitchen, her track suit gone, being replaced by Daisy Duke shorts and what appeared to be a loose singlet. And bouncing was a pretty accurate description of the way Mrs. Henderson entered, seeming to bound from one foot to the other, her breasts jumping around most energetically under her loose top, apparently threatening to burst free at any moment, but never quite doing so.

Suddenly George could see how his boys had been getting distracted. Giving Belinda the benefit of the doubt, he assumed that she didn't realise the effect her chest had on men when she dressed like that.

As she bounced happily out of the kitchen, George realised that there was another distraction. Her bottom rolled around in those shorts in a way that was an extremely effective eye magnet.

He raised his eyebrows in faint derision at himself and his reaction to that little pocket Venus, and got back to work, idly thinking maybe he should have been paying the crew danger money.

Fifteen minutes later she came bouncing in again, not obviously looking at him, but George noticed from the reflection in the oven door that she was peeping to see if he was looking. When he didn't turn to look at her she flounced out, bottom at full wiggle.

Half an hour passed and then George heard Belinda bouncing towards the kitchen again. Enough was enough.

Belinda came bouncing across the kitchen, a little smirk on her lips, noting with satisfaction that the carpenter was turning his head to look at her. She was taken aback when he spoke.

"How much?" he asked.

Belinda, blinked, confused. How much what?

"Excuse me?" she said.

"I was asking how much," George said blandly. "You seem to be advertising the goods so I was wondering what they're going to cost me."

He deliberately looked with interest at the breasts swelling under the singlet.

Belinda was dumbstruck. He hadn't really said that, had he? He had.

"I, you, insulting, swine, I never.." Belinda stuttered in fury, not sure what she was trying to say.

"You're saying the goods aren't for sale?" asked George, looking at her with an interested expression.

"Certainly not, and it's insulting of you to even suggest it."

"Well, you have to admit that you've been offering them for display pretty regularly," observed George, "both to me and to the crew I had here. You can't blame us for wondering."

Belinda stared at the uncouth workman, unable to believe he would talk to her like that. She was even more horrified when she found he wasn't finished.

"I have to admit it's always nicer when things are given freely from a generous heart. Why don't you take off that silly singlet so I can get a proper appreciation of those lovely bouncing boobs of yours? That's what the men call you, you know. Bouncing boobs Belinda."

Bouncing boobs Belinda? Belinda suddenly found out what it was like to feel flattered and insulted at the same time. Then the suggestion the workman made registered. Take of her singlet? Really, how could he suggest such a thing she thought, furious. It was one thing to walk past him with minimal clothing, but to take it off her top was something else entirely.

Belinda turned, flouncing out of the kitchen, only to freeze when she heard a derisive "cluck, cluck, cluck" behind her.

She whirled round on the oaf. 

"Just what is that supposed to mean?" she snapped.

"Just that you seem keen to show off your abundant charms, but when someone calls on you to put your money where your mouth is you run like a startled rabbit. And yes, I know that's a terrible mixture of metaphors, but I'm sure you get the meaning."

George smiled, letting Belinda see he was silently laughing at her.

Belinda fumed, glaring at the uncouth barbarian. Chicken, was she?

With one smooth action Belinda lifted the singlet up and off, standing there with head high, knowing that her breasts were also standing high. They were nice and firm and had no gravity induced sag. That would come in time, she knew, but right now they were magnificent.

"Very nice," murmured George appreciatively. "Very nice indeed. Ah, would it be polite for me to remind you that you were also wiggling your bottom in a most pronounced way?"

Too furious with this oaf to think straight, Belinda just glared, then a quick snap of a catch and she was sliding down the Daisy Dukes, standing there nude bar a miniscule pair of panties.

A twirling finger caused her to spin around and push her bottom towards him. Chicken, was she? She knew what she had and she knew men appreciated it.

"Satisfied," she asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"No," came the unexpected answer. "You've gone this far, you might as well continue."

Continue? All she had left were her panties? Oh! 

Belinda stared at the workman so blatantly admiring her figure. Did she dare take off her panties and stand nude in front of him? A complete stranger? Suddenly dry mouthed and feeling incredibly sophisticated and daring, Belinda reached down and wriggled out of her panties, standing facing the oaf naked, panties casually hooked over one finger.

"I know I'm repeating myself," said the workman, his voice a low growl, "but very nice. Very nice indeed."

Blushing, Belinda was stooping to reclaim her clothes when his voice stopped her.

"Leave those for now. Come here."

Walk over to him while she was naked? Fat chance, thought Belinda. Why he might do anything. Does he really think I'll just walk over there where he might grab me and maul me?

A finger lightly brushed across her nipple, and Belinda swallowed. She hadn't meant to walk over to him, truly she hadn't. The errant finger traced its way across to her other nipple, and then his hand ran down her side to lightly cup her bottom, before moving around to press against her mound.

"Good girl," a soft voice whispered. "You're doing well. Why don't you undo my trousers now?"

Belinda watched herself as her fingers drifted down and started undoing the workman's trousers. Zip down and she could feel him swelling just inside them. Pushing them down, and pulling down his underpants she saw his erection, standing tall and hard.

Shaking her head Belinda stood, trying to move away, but finding herself held in place by a hand resting lightly on her bottom. The hand pressed slightly and Belinda swayed forward, now feeling his erection pressing against her tummy.

George reached for and caught Belinda's hands. Time for her real lesson, he decided. He placed her hands on his shoulders, reached for her bottom, cupped her cheeks and lifted her.

Belinda found herself rising into the air, holding tightly to the workman's shoulders to keep her balance. Now he was pressing her firmly against him, his hands running along her legs, coaxing them to encircle him. She was, she suddenly realised, hovering over his erection. It had to be scant inches away from her pussy.

The supporting hands were withdrawn, and Belinda found herself sinking slightly. Not inches away from his erection, she found, but no space at all. He was pressing against her and sinking into her.

"Stop," she gasped. "You can't do this."

"I'm not doing anything," came the calm reply, while hands cupped her breasts. "It's all up to you."

Belinda felt herself slowly sinking onto his cock, feeling it filling her. Breathing hard she willed herself to hold tight and lift herself up off it. She could do it if she tried. 

Belinda felt herself tensing her muscles, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to pull away from that lovely sensation stealing over her. It felt nice the way he seemed to fit within her so snuggly, gradually filling her, stretching her and filling her some more. Almost before she knew it, she was firmly transfixed by the man's erection.

"I'm George, by the way," came his quiet voice. "Now that you've mounted me, why don't you start riding."

"Riding you?" Belinda gasped. "I don't know how."

She heard a soft laugh. Then a hand smacked hard against her bottom and a voice cracked "Learn!"

Belinda squealed, hastily tightening her arms around his neck while pushing upward with her hips, feeling herself slide up his cock. A slight relaxation and she settled back down onto it, gasping.

Another smack on the bottom, and Belinda squealed again as she hoisted herself up his cock and then slid down. Not waiting for another spank Belinda repeated the action.

"I can do this," she thought smugly. "It's actually kind of fun."

Very soon she was bobbing up and down on George's cock, enthralled at the feelings she was generating inside herself. She bounced happily, wondering why she'd never tried sex this way before. 

Her thoughts of riding to an orgasm on the nice rhythm she had established were shattered when a hard hand smacked her bottom again. 

"Faster," she was commanded, finding the hand prepared to spank out the rate required if she didn't get a move on.

Squealing, Belinda bounced harder, frantically working her hands and hips to get up to the required speed. Breathing with relief, only to receive another spank and an exhortation to faster still.

Belinda was both gasping and squealing steadily now, not accustomed to taking such an energetic role when having sex. She couldn't maintain the pace, she just knew it, and squealed in fright at the thought of the spanks that would come if she slowed down. 

Then George's hands were closing upon her bottom and holding her while he started thrusting up into her, driving her past her excitement and into a climax which she greeted with a loud squeal, feeling George coming deep within her.

Belinda clung to George, shuddering in the aftermath of her climax, reluctant to be let down onto her own feet. Then she felt herself being lifted up and away, left standing on two shaky legs.

She wasn't sure what to say, then George suddenly pulled her towards him and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Turning her around he gave her a swat on the bottom.

"Scoot," he said. "I have to get this kitchen finished. You can come back this afternoon and inspect the work."

Belinda found herself standing outside the kitchen, clothes in her hand. She blinked. Better have a shower and get dressed, she decided. She'd need her wits around her when she inspected the work. That barbarian just might try to take advantage of her.



Belinda



This story is inspired by, and dedicated to, a gifted young writer who posts under the tag "blin18". I would encourage my readers to take some time to enjoy her wonderfully creative, entertaining and sexy stories; and especially, (although not exclusively!), The Headmaster's Office 01, which gave me the idea for this particular tale, which is a tiny bit edgier than most of my other stories! - PS

All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS

* * *

Belinda turned the shower off. As she dried herself with a large fluffy towel, she was positively tingling, especially when she got to that rather warm and sensitive place between her legs!

"Finally!" she thought to herself, as she anticipated the upcoming afternoon. It had taken a lot of coaxing, (to say nothing of flirting!), to get Greg to agree to help her finalize her university course selections, which were due on Monday. They were attending the same institution, and apparently, as he had shyly pointed out to her recently, there were some concerns about a few of the possible choices. No doubt this was because, since she knew Greg at least well enough for this, he had "done his homework". And more importantly, maybe, just maybe, it might lead to him asking her out on a "real" date, not just coffee, or a quick bite, with their mutual friends. She didn't know quite for certain why she was so attracted to him, but those soulful brown eyes, and serious, quiet and genuine, personality probably had a lot to do with it.

Belinda hung up the bath towel and set to work with her hair dryer. When she was finished, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the full length mirror. She was what her mother called petite; not quite five feet tall, with long light blond hair, (she had been letting it grow to show off its natural waves), blue eyes, (her best feature), and a clear milky complexion. She didn't consider herself beautiful, or anything like that, but she thought she looked "OK". Her breasts weren't all that large, but on her slender frame they made her appear "stacked", each one adorned with a pert brownish nipple. She didn't have much in the way of hips, and she also thought her legs were a bit too skinny. At the intersection of her thighs there was a wispy patch of pubic hair that was almost as light as that on her head, which was not so often the case with other "real blondes" she observed in the shower room. It did a rather poor job of hiding her more intimate sexual anatomy, although, so far, no boy had been able to find this out for himself!

Turning from the mirror, and leaving the washroom, Belinda began a leisurely stroll down the hall in the nude. She rather enjoyed the feeling that being naked gave her, sort of sexy and free. But she rarely got the chance to indulge herself, even in the privacy of her own house, as her mother frowned on this type of behavior. They had already had several arguments about Belinda sunbathing topless on their private patio out back.

"You know that showing off like that makes your father uncomfortable," her mother had lectured her, the second or third time she had been caught mostly undressed while lounging on the chaise.

"It's only tits Mom," she had countered, "you can see as many as you want at the movies; or on TV any night of the week."

"Well, don't you dare go any farther; young lady!"

"And why not?" Belinda had thought to herself rather defiantly. She was more than a little tempted, at some point, to "push the envelope" by discarding her bikini bottom as well, so she could get an "all over" tan. So her father got to see her nude ... I mean, so what?

The "tits", once a source of despair due to their diminutive size, had now become a matter of delight; nature having mercifully intervened over the last year or so to provide her with a decent figure, and she often received admiring looks when she wore a tight fitting top. Tossing into the waste bin the older versions of her bras gave her a lot of pleasure. They didn't fit any more ... how sad!

But you never know about mothers, she mused to herself, just when you think ...

* * *

"I called Dr. Bishop; he'll be seeing you next Tuesday at 4; so you need to come home from work early ... can you arrange that?"

"Dr. Bishop ... what for ... I'm not sick?"

"You're starting on the pill before you go away for university."

For one of the very few times in her young life, Belinda was completely speechless!

Sensing Belinda's astonishment, her mother explained, although she was blushing more than a little as she did so.

"When I was your age; I know you'll have a hard time imagining that ... but anyway, I was away from home, and I met a boy in psych class; and fell for him ... hard! I guess he fell for me too; and even though we were both virgins, pretty soon we started sleeping together."

Belinda could hardly believe what she was hearing ... from her own mother!

"Now look Belinda, you're almost an adult; I'm not telling you to go have sex with the first guy you find attractive ... but sometimes, at your age; things happen ... at least they did to me."

"So," her mother continued, turning even redder, "he was using condoms ... we were young, but not completely stupid ... and once, one slipped off by accident inside me; right in the middle of my cycle. Needless to say I was pretty worried; it was about two weeks of absolute hell until my period came! Anyway, nothing awful happened ... fortunately ... and afterwards I went to the Student Health Centre, and got a prescription ... we stayed together 'til early second year, and then we split."

"Belinda," her mother added in a serious tone, "it was just a campus romance, not the real thing. And when you meet the right one, you just know ... or at least I did when your father came along."

"So the point of all this is that I can't tell you what to do ... except I'm still you mother ... and the last thing I want is to get is a phone call one night along the lines of: 'Mom; I think I might be pregnant.' ... and he still has to use a condom until you're absolutely certain about STD's ... understood?"

"Yes Mom," Belinda had replied meekly.

* * *

Belinda had known Dr. Bishop since she was little, but she was still a bit apprehensive about the appointment, which she knew would involve an internal exam. Her best friend Rebecca had gone through one recently for the same reason, and when Belinda asked her about it, what she heard was not completely reassuring. However, notwithstanding that, she had decided to call back his office and ask if she could get her physical for university at the same time.

"If I'm going to have to undress anyway," she reasoned, "it might as well be for Dr. Bishop rather than some stranger on campus."

The receptionist had greeted her at Dr. Bishop's office, and shortly afterwards his nurse ushered her into an examination room.

"You might as well take everything off now," the nurse explained in a matter-of-fact way, handing her a hospital gown, "because it's a lot easier for the doctor to do the upstairs part without your bra, and you'll have to take your panties off for the downstairs bit anyway."

When the nurse left her, Belinda stripped off her clothes and underwear, and wrapped herself in the blue cotton garment the nurse had provided, although she noticed that her hands were trembling a little.

"Get a grip," she scolded herself, "it's just Dr. Bishop."

The nurse returned a few minutes later with a portable EKG machine.

"Why don't you just get rid of the gown for a minute and lie down there," she ordered, "and could you take your shoes off as well please. I can cover you once I've connected everything."

Belinda got up on the examination table and, after dropping her sandals on the floor, she shed the gown, tossing it aside so that she could lie down, completely naked. The nurse, whose name tag said "Jane", and something or other "RN", began to apply the disposable electrodes to various places on her body, and then connecting them to a wiring harness attached to the machine.

"Do you want that over you now?" Jane asked her when she was finished.

"Will this take long?"

"No."

"I'm fine for now; it's pretty warm in here."

Belinda waited patiently for the machine to spit out her chart. And just as the nurse was tearing off the paper graph, there was a tap on the door, and Dr. Bishop came in. What a way to start; starkers ... and wired for sound!

"Hello Belinda; it's been a while" he said pleasantly, "... are you done Jane?"

Jane nodded her assent, and began removing the EKG paraphernalia.

"Hello Dr. Bishop," Belinda managed to blurt, as if she wasn't lying there in the altogether ... sheesh!

"Why don't you sit up now Belinda, so we can get started," Dr. Bishop asked, "would you like Jane to stay here while I examine you?"

"No it's OK" she replied, trying at her best 'big girl' voice; as if men, even if they weren't doctors, got to see her naked all the time ... right!

But Dr. Bishop was all business, offering her the hospital gown to put around her middle, which she refused.

"Bit late for that!" she said to him, trying to make a joke.

"I suppose so," he replied with a smile, "but I always must ask, just good professional practice."

He proceeded to go through the various parts of the physical, along with numerous questions, which he noted on a clipboard. Somehow it didn't seem to matter quite so much, as he listened to this, and felt that, that she had nothing on.

"Belinda I don't want to pry into your personal life, but I'm afraid I have to ask if you're a virgin before I do the rest of the exam."

"No," Belinda lied. She had known this question was coming at some point, and it was much better to tell a falsehood than admit she had long ago masturbated away any traces of her virtue.

"Just once," she added, trying to sound authentic, and looking Dr. Bishop in the eye for good measure.

"Yeah sure," she thought with some inward sarcasm, remembering the frequent sessions with the dildo she had laid claim to from the rather extensive collection in the girl's dorm, "just once, as in, just once every night when I was horny!"

"OK," Dr. Bishop replied making some sort of mark with his pen, "by the way, do you smoke?"

"No sir; it bothers me to even be near a lit cigarette."

"Good girl ... I won't prescribe the pill for women who do," and then he explained with a sly look, "sort of my way of trying to make them choose between smoking, and sex without a condom. Probably doesn't work, and probably unethical, but it's for a good cause!"

Belinda giggled, Dr. Bishop had more of a sense of humour than she had suspected!

"This is your first internal exam?'

"Yes sir."

"I figured it was, but I had to ask. Now then Belinda, I want you to try to relax. I know it's hard under the circumstances, but let me explain something to you. There are guidelines about prescribing birth control pills, and I have to follow them. I personally think this is totally unnecessary for any healthy young women such as yourself, but I don't have a lot of choice, because in the unlikely event that something was wrong, and I didn't do the pelvic exam, and you had a problem, well, I could be in a lot of trouble."

"I understand."

"You're sure you don't want Jane here for this?"

"No sir, I'm fine," Belinda replied. She wasn't; but there was no way she was going to admit it to Dr. Bishop!

"You can put that back on now, if you like," Dr. Bishop said, pointing at the hospital gown once again.

"Why ... I'm not cold," she replied, ignoring his suggestion. Whatever was coming next, Belinda was determined not to be some sort of wimp! I mean, what was the point of covering up now?

"OK ... now then, lie back down with your hips at the edge of the table and I'll help you put your feet in the stirrups. I know it's embarrassing and uncomfortable, but I have to be able to see everything. I'll be as quick and gentle as I can," Dr. Bishop said as he pulled on a fresh pair of surgical gloves from a box on a shelf, and then moved a bright light so it shone on Belinda's rather defenseless, and very exposed, personal anatomy!

"You know Belinda," he said conversationally, "as a doctor you just never know about patients; especially female patients."

"How so?"

"As you might imagine, I've done quite a few of these exams over the years. You get a few 'troopers', like you, who don't let the fact they're naked in front of me bother them all that much," he replied, "but also a lot of others that insist that I drape them."

"Whatever for?"

"I think it makes them feel that somehow or other I'm not looking at them down there."

"That's ridiculous in this situation," Belinda said, rolling her eyes, "what in heaven's name do they think they're hiding from you?"

Even Dr. Bishop had to laugh at this observation.

He had perched himself on a stool between her legs, and then he spread the lips of her sex so he could look more closely at things. Belinda prayed to herself that, no matter what happened, please God, she wouldn't get wet! She had to wait a bit for him to warm the odd plastic instrument, but it slid into her vagina without any trouble. And finally, when that part was done with, one, and then two, fingers went, "where no man had gone before".

And then it was over, just like that! And not nearly as terrible, or embarrassing, as her imagination, or Rebecca, had suggested.

"Everything is perfectly normal ... as I expected," he had said to her in a kindly way as he wiped away some of the excess lubricant with a tissue, and then helped her get out of the stirrups, "why don't you get dressed while I finish up the paperwork?"

Finally, after a short wait, she was called into his office, and when she left it, she had a starter kit of physician samples, instructions, her medical form, and a prescription; along with a compliment, and an admonition, from Dr. Bishop.

"You've turned into a lovely young woman Belinda. I suppose it's unprofessional for me to say that, even though I've been taking care of you from when you were almost a baby. And Belinda, please remember, just because you can't get pregnant, it doesn't mean you can't get a STD; so let's be careful out there, shall we!"

"I will ... thanks Dr. Bishop."

* * *

Belinda was rummaging through her closet, musing about what to wear; not wanting to get so dressed up that Greg would think she was making a play for him, which of course she was; but also wanting to look attractive and sexy in a wholesome "girl next door" sort of way ... and then she remembered the dare!

"Oh, oh!" she thought to herself, as reality broke through the pink cloud that had surrounded her.

In her excitement about being alone with Greg for the first time, she had almost forgotten what she had planned. And there was an even worse dilemma; suppose he didn't ask her out ... this might be her only chance!

* * *

It had started innocently enough. She had shown Rebecca her story, 'The Headmaster's Office 01', the first of a fun series of erotic stories she was working on, which she intended to post on the on-line site she frequented.

"That's really good," Rebecca had complimented her.

"But," she continued, "even if you lost a game of 'Truth or Dare', like in your story, you would never go to school without your panties, now would you?"

"How do you know?" Belinda retorted, a little bit insulted.

"Because I know you," Rebecca said with a laugh, "you're way too tame ... and anyway, even the no panties thing wouldn't be all that extreme, because if you were careful no one would ever find out you had nothing on under your skirt. So ... no big deal!"

"You might be surprised at what I'd do," Belinda said in a challenging voice.

"Such as?"

"Maybe go to school without panties, and then sit with my legs apart so some guy would get to see my pussy ... how about that?"

"You really think I believe you would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to do something like that ... stop kidding me!"

"Why not, it would just be some random guy ... so he gets to see it; so what?"

"I have a better idea," Rebecca said with an evil glint in her eye, "if you're as bold as you say you are, then next time you see Greg, go without the panties and let him have a look; how about that!"

Belinda could feel the colour rushing to her cheeks. Rebecca knew all about Belinda's interest in Greg!

"I dare you," Rebecca taunted, laughing at her.

Belinda was both speechless, and furious, she'd show her!

"OK, I'll do it," she said to Rebecca, "so there!"

"What ... no way!"

"Want to bet?"

"Sure!"

"But you have to do it too, or no dice."

Rebecca didn't look quite so superior all of a sudden, Belinda noticed with some satisfaction.

"Has Danny ever seen you naked, smarty pants?"

"Uh ... no."

Danny had taken Rebecca out a couple of times, and Belinda had met him. Her dislike was virtually instant! Why Rebecca was wasting her time with a loser like that was beyond her. And when Rebecca wasn't looking, he had even given Belinda a 'I wouldn't mind bagging a babe like you' look; even though he was dating her best friend. What a jerk!

"So then it's fair; we both go on a date with no panties, and then make sure both guys get to see some pussy ... unless you're too scared?" Belinda taunted, getting some of her own back.

"You wouldn't dare," Rebecca countered.

"I would too!"

"OK, you're on, Miss Big Talk; but you have to prove that you did it, and that he saw everything, just like when you went to the doctor."

"How can I do that?"

"You have to get him to take a picture of it, with some part of him in the shot, so I know for sure."

"But ..." Belinda protested as the implications of this demand dawned on her.

"No buts ... that's the deal," Rebecca said in a confrontational fashion.

"And what if one of us doesn't do it?" Belinda asked.

"Then there has to a forfeit, a bad one, to make sure we both do it."

"Such as?"

"Well, let's see ... I know ...how about this? Whoever chickens out has to give the other girl's boyfriend a blowjob while she watches, and you have to swallow it!"

"Ohmigod!" Belinda thought, shocked.

"So?" Rebecca finally said, arching her eyebrows and looking at Belinda in a knowing way.

"Give me a sec; I want to think this over."

Maybe Rebecca had sucked a guy's cock before, and assumed Belinda had as well; but she had never touched a boy's penis, not even through his clothing. If she agreed to this, she better not lose!

"OK, dare!'

"Double-dare!"

This had always been their way of agreeing on something, and had been so since they were girls; although the stakes this time were considerably higher!

"Wait," Belinda said.

"Now what?"

"I need some time. You're already dating Danny, and I haven't got Greg to even ask me out yet."

"That's fair. How about six weeks, just before we go off for school? We'll meet on that Friday night, and compare pictures, if you even have one," Rebecca said with a smirk, "and then on Saturday, you can suck Danny off; I'm sure he'll enjoy it!"

The thought of being down on her knees in front of a smug Danny, his pants and underwear around his ankles, with his erect penis in her mouth, like she had seen in some porn videos, was revolting!

There was only one set of letters for this, as in "N" and "O".

"Don't worry, I'll be there ... with a picture. You can bet on it!"

* * *

The doorbell rung; and Belinda rushed to answer it. She had finally, after a lot of indecision, elected to wear a sleeveless turquoise top with a loose scoop neck. If she leaned forward a certain way, it would probably let Greg get a glimpse of her breasts, with the nipples and areola barely covered by the sheer fabric of her sexiest bra.




Belinda



"And that would be bad?" she thought to herself with an inward smile as she put it on.

She had also selected an off-white peasant skirt, its loose flounces almost reaching mid-thigh. It wasn't the shortest one in her collection, but when you weren't wearing panties, some discretion seemed advisable!

Belinda had decided to leave the picture request until the end of the afternoon; she thought it might be better to let Greg get more comfortable with her before she dropped that little bombshell!

She ushered him into the front hall, noting his nervousness, which she took as a good sign. If he was just here to give her help, he would probably be much more relaxed.

After she offered him a soft drink, which he declined, they adjourned to the kitchen table, where she had set up her laptop. As they reviewed the timetable options, with Greg sitting close beside her so they both could see the screen, Belinda resisted a strong urge to forget all about the task at hand, and just start kissing him!

Finally they were done, and her choices had been submitted to the university via their on-line web portal.

"I'll print them out later," she said to Greg.

"Don't forget to make a hard copy of the confirmation number," he had suggested, in his earnest way, "they have a habit of screwing up ... I saw a few pretty ugly situations from last semester on the student blog when I did my research."

"Now what?" Belinda thought to herself, as she tried to move the afternoon onto a more date-like footing.

"There's a Starbucks just a ten minute walk from here," Belinda finally said in a hopeful tone,

"maybe we could go get an iced coffee?"

"Sure ... sounds good."

It was a warm afternoon, and as they walked along, Belinda attempted to engage Greg by asking him about his course decisions. Once they had purchased their drinks, which he insisted on paying for, despite Belinda's protests, they sat at a small table to enjoy them. Belinda was very careful to keep her legs closed while she was sitting. If someone saw something, and made a remark, things could get more than just a little awkward. When they finished, they started back to her house. Greg seemed somewhat more relaxed after the coffees, Belinda observed; it was therefore definitely time to get a bit more friendly with this boy, otherwise he might just faint when she asked him to help her with the dare. So she put her hand in his, to signal to him that this was more than just a friendly afternoon outing!

The streets in Belinda's community didn't have any sidewalks, so she and Greg had to walk on the edge of the road. Just a few blocks from her house, a pickup truck approached them at considerable speed, but riding the centre of the street, more or less ignoring the concept of lanes. Without warning, as it got very near to them, a squirrel darted in front of it, and the driver swerved. Before Belinda could even react Greg had pushed her onto a lawn, falling right beside her as he did so. Disoriented, Belinda saw the driver slow, and then resume his speed, satisfied that no one was hurt. But there was another problem, she soon discovered. Most of her skirt had treacherously flipped itself up, and Greg was staring with wide eyes at her totally exposed pussy, just inches away from his face, with nothing at all left to his imagination as her legs were skewed apart!

"Oh ... ah sorry," Greg said, quickly looking away, "I thought he was going to hit us."

"That was close," Belinda replied, as she hurriedly put her legs together, while pushing her skirt down to cover her nakedness.

"You weren't supposed to see that ... yet," she offered, figuring that some sort of explanation was going to be in order. The look on Greg's face told her that he was both confused and embarrassed.

"Are you OK?" he finally asked, clearly trying to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"I think so," Belinda answered, "... thank you, we could have been killed," she added in a serious way.

"What an idiot," Greg said with some emotion, "just nuke the squirrel, not two people!"

"He probably just reacted without thinking."

"Based on how fast he was going on a residential street, I'm sure that thinking is not his strong suit!" Greg said vehemently.

There was an awkward silence for a few moments, although Greg had helped her to her feet; carefully looking away in case he might get a further glimpse of forbidden territory. Belinda decided it was necessary to bring up the obvious.

"I guess you're kinda wondering, aren't you?" Belinda said, looking down to ensure he got the meaning.

Greg didn't answer. He looked very uncomfortable. No doubt he was trying to be a gentleman, and pretend that he hadn't noticed Belinda's nudity. Good luck with that!

"Greg, it's fine," Belinda said, looking him directly in the eye, "I'm not upset about what happened with my skirt, and we both know what you saw. But, just let me explain, OK? You know my best friend Rebecca don't you?"

Greg carefully nodded his assent.

"It's kinda juvenile I guess. But anyway, she and I were arguing about how far either of us would be prepared to go with a boy, even though neither one of us actually has anything much to brag about in that department. And, I know this sounds really stupid ... but we ended up making a sort of bet. You have to go out with a boy without any panties on, and at some point you have to show him you're naked down below, or you lose and pay a forfeit. And the forfeit is pretty bad, trust me!"

She could see the total surprise on Greg's face, but she pressed on. There didn't seem to be much to lose at this point!

"So, I was going to tell all of this to you later on, at my place, and then ask if it would be OK for me to lift my skirt for you so you could see. I guess that truck just moved up the timetable a bit." 

"It's not that big a deal," she added in a hopeful way, "you've seen that part of a girl before I'm sure?"

"Not for real," Greg answered, flushing, and very clearly embarrassed at having to admit this.

"Oh well, first time for everything," Belinda said, trying to be reassuring, "if it will make you feel any better; you're the only guy who's ever seen it, except for my doctor, and he shouldn't count, don't you think?"

"I suppose so," Greg answered cautiously.

"It all started because she was teasing me," Belinda said with a small grimace, trying desperately to explain further, "and I didn't like it, and I called her on it, and she said, 'OK, you're on', and here I am," she added, giving Greg a mischievous grin, "without any panties!"

Greg managed to grin back at her, looking more than a little relieved.

"You probably think I'm pretty wild ... but for sure I'm not at all like that! C'mon let's go back to my place, there's one more thing I need you to do so I don't lose to her."

"What's that?" he asked.

"You'll see ..."

* * *

They were standing in Belinda's bedroom, where she had set up her digital camera on the desk.

"My parents won't be home until at least eleven; probably even later," she had already explained to Greg, "so you don't need to worry about being in here."

"Greg ..."

"Yes."

"Did you like looking at my pussy?" she asked provocatively, taking him by the arm to the spot she had previously selected for the picture, and at the same time giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

"I was so surprised, what with the truck and all," he admitted in a serious way, "that I don't think I really had much of a chance to react one way or another."

"Well guess what?"

"What?"

"You're going to get to see it again, 'cause I need you to take a picture of it to prove to Rebecca that I went through with this. Is that OK?"

Greg nodded, but Belinda could see that he was further taken aback by what was about to occur.

"You can look all you want this time," Belinda said, undoing the closure on her skirt so she could take it off, "because nobody is going to run us down with a truck in here ... or at least I hope not!"

Greg laughed a little at this.

Belinda stepped out of the skirt, trying to be as casual as she could, although her heart was beating at about the same pace as a hummingbird's!

"Look at that grass stain," she complained; just to deflect the conversation somehow away from the fact she was mostly nude in front of a boy. And not just any boy, but Greg!

"I hope it's going to come out."

"It should," he responded in a helpful, careful, tone, clearly trying, but not entirely succeeding, to not stare at some rather interesting sights just below her waist.

Belinda enjoyed a brief inward smile at his attempt to be cool; as if there was nothing unusual about the situation; just your normal everyday encounter with a pretty much naked female ... ho, hum!

"OK," she instructed, "I'm going to set the auto timer, and then stand beside you for the first one."

Belinda leaned over the camera to fix the setting. She was well aware that this was probably providing Greg with some sort of shameless view from behind, but somehow she didn't seem to care. It was as if a different girl, one with an exhibitionist streak for sure, had taken possession of her psyche!

Once the camera was set, she rushed to Greg's side, and then waited until the flash announced that the shot had been completed.

"Just let me check if it's OK," she said, "and then we need one more ... 'cause there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to let Rebecca make me do that forfeit!"

"What is it?" Greg asked in a curious tone.

"Don't ask; and I won't tell," Belinda replied with a giggle.

"Now then," she said after confirming that the first picture had turned out correctly, "I need you to take a picture of my pussy with your hand or something close to it, to prove that you got to see everything between my legs. I know that's ridiculous, when I have the other picture, but those are the rules!"

Greg just nodded, still speechless, which was hardly surprising.

"What's that ring?" she asked, noticing for the first time that he was wearing one.

"It was my grandfather's," Greg explained, "he was a Mason ... he's dead now, but we were pretty close; so I always wear it in his honour."

"That's so cool," Belinda said, impressed, "and perfect, because it will prove that it's you, and nobody else, in the picture ... and Rebecca thought I would never do this," she added in an excited, triumphant tone.

"Here's the camera," Belinda said to Greg, "you can focus it with that little lever there. I put it in close-up mode. And then we can put your ring hand in the shot when you're ready. I'll lie on the bed; it will make it easier for you to see all of me."

Belinda lay down with her hips near the side of the bed, and then pulled her legs up so her heels rested on the edge if it. Moving her legs apart, her female charms were very fully on display for him, and she realized she was blushing more than just a little. Small wonder!

"Do you think this will convince Rebecca?" she teased, feeling very greatly daring!

"Yes," he replied, almost inaudibly.

Greg looked pretty nervous as he contemplated her compromising position. And, she noticed with a certain amount of satisfaction, there was a rather pronounced bulge at the front of his pants!

"OK, come over here and kneel down in front of me and get the camera ready."

Greg did as she indicated, although he was rather hesitant about it.

"No closer," she instructed, "you have to get your hand in the shot."

Greg moved up so that his face was only a foot or so away from her pussy, definitely almost in Dr. Bishop territory!

"Can you get it in focus?" Belinda asked. She was very surprised, now that the ice was broken, at how easy this was turning out to be!

"Uh, huh."

"Give me your ring hand, and then you can take the picture."

"OK." Greg replied, reaching forward.

Belinda spread one leg even farther apart, and then took hold of his hand and placed it on her tummy, letting the thumb rest just at the beginning of her pubic hair. It was a pretty naughty thing to do, but the contact with his hand, so very close to the most intimate part of her, was also very exciting!

There was a few seconds of delay, and then the flash went off. Greg removed his hand, but not all that quickly she noticed, which was interesting, and then she moved around until she was able to sit up with Greg still kneeling in front of her.

"Let me see, please," she said, taking the camera from him.

"Perfect," she declared as she viewed the picture. The smallest details of the lush pink folds of her sex were in ideal focus, as was the small patch of lightly coloured pubic hair; and at the top of the shot, Greg's hand with his ring!

"Thanks to you there'll be no forfeits for this girl." Belinda said, giving Greg a warm smile, "I hope you didn't mind too much helping me?"

"Hardly," Greg replied is a quiet, serious voice, "... I mean ... you know ... a girl with almost nothing on, right in front of me."

"Anytime," she teased.

There was a momentary silence, and then ...

"Belinda?'

"Yes Greg."

His voice had an uncertain sound to it.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Promise you won't get angry with me."

"Why would I do that?"

"You don't know what I'm going to ask."

"Well then ask away; don't keep me in suspense."

"Belinda ... can I ... I mean, would you mind ... uh ... can I touch it?"

"What!" Belinda exclaimed involuntarily, momentarily stunned.

"It's not what you think ..." Greg quickly added in a concerned way.

"Well what is it?" Belinda asked, recovering somewhat from her surprise.

"It's not like I'm trying to have sex with you," Greg explained in a flustered tone, "it's just that I've never ... I mean ... since you let me see things, I thought maybe that you might let me touch you ... you know ... so I would know what a girl is like."

"Oh I see ..." Belinda said, stalling for time as she considered this bold request.

"I mean other guys my age know all about girls, and what do I know ... nothing," he added in a forlorn sort of way.

Belinda looked at him, her initial surprise now replaced by a small amount of sympathy, and more than a little curiosity. What would it feel like to be explored by a man; one without surgical gloves?

Making up her mind, Belinda started pulling the turquoise top over her head.

"What are you doing," Greg asked in a confused way.

"Well," she answered, tossing the garment aside and reaching around to undo her bra, "if I'm going to help you find out about girls, you should probably get to handle everything; don't you think?"

"And Greg," she continued.

"Yes."

"I've never touched that part of a boy before either; so I get to do the same thing to you; OK?"

"OK," he answered softly.

Belinda noticed that his wonderful brown eyes were wide with wonder as he contemplated the now completely nude female right next to him!

"Come and stand here in front of me," Belinda ordered, "and take all your clothes off; 'cause it's ladies first!"

* * *

Belinda felt behind her for a tissue from the box on her night stand ... her face, her breasts; she was covered with the stuff! Greg was just standing there, looking mortified.

"Oh God," he had said, red as a beet, "I ... I just couldn't stop myself ... I'm sorry."

"It's OK," Belinda said gently, "I guess I went a little too far with things. I don't have any experience with boys, so I didn't know when to stop."

"Just stay here," she added, patting the bed beside her, and then getting up, "I'm going to go to the washroom to clean up ... I'll be right back."

Moments later, she was using, and then rinsing, a washcloth to remove any traces of Greg's indiscretion. But before she did, she dipped a finger into some that had splattered on the top of her left breast, and carefully tasted it with the tip of her tongue. It was kind of salty, but not totally awful!

She'd seen men ejaculate on porn sites, but Greg's performance had been impressive, as he spurted all over her. No video could ever do justice to what she had just experienced. Greg's erection was certainly pretty hard, pretty big, and pretty powerful!

Returning to the bedroom she sat down beside Greg.

"Maybe I should go?" he said in a downcast way to her.

"Not happening," Belinda replied, "fair is fair; you wanted to find out about girls, and you're going to, so we're even."

"But ..."

"Let's go," Belinda said, moving over so she could lie on the bed, spreading her legs a little for him, "why don't you start with my breasts."

"You're sure ..."

"Uh, huh; go ahead, touch them," she commanded.

Greg gingerly stroked one of her breasts on the side a little.

"No, no, not like that," Belinda said, "here I'll show you."

She took Greg's hand, and put it so it cupped one of her breasts. He squeezed it a little, as if trying to gauge it size and weight. Thank goodness she now had actual tits; otherwise this could have been pretty disappointing for him!

"You can feel it like that," she said, giving him what she hoped was an inviting look, "but if you want to get a girl all worked up you need to do something different."

"Take your finger," she said, favouring him with another smile, "and run it all around the area where the nipple is. That's where you'll get the most reaction. Just be nice and slow and gentle. Most girls like that way more than having some guy just grab on to them. Or at least that's what some of my friends say. Suzy told me she likes her boyfriend to roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, so do that too, so I can see what it's like.

"Why are you telling me all this," Greg asked, his confusion apparent, although he was following Belinda's instructions, and he was certainly a good study!

"Because you are a really nice guy, and I really like you; that's why," Belinda answered, trying not to blush at her boldness, "and the next time you're with me, or maybe some other girl, you'll know what to do; isn't that what you wanted?"

"Uh, huh," he answered, although the look on his face certainly gave away his astonishment at what was occurring.

As Greg proceeded with his lesson, Belinda gave a little sigh and closed her eyes ... it felt very, very good, and little shock waves of heat and electricity were travelling downwards through her body towards the secret, or maybe soon not so secret, place between her legs.

"Now you can kiss them," Belinda said flirtatiously, opening her eyes, "so you'll remember them in your dreams."

Greg's expression suggested that this was a certainty!

"Now you can feel the other part," Belinda said, after Greg had planted a tiny kiss on each of her now erect little nipples.

"Give me your hand," she ordered spreading her legs more widely.

"Belinda?"

"Yes."

"You're sure this is OK." Greg asked cautiously, but also offering one hand to her.

"Uh, huh."

"Now, you start here," Belinda explained, taking his finger and lightly rubbing it along the outer edges of her pussy, letting it caress the soft sensitive inner lips, from where they began, and then on downwards towards the opening of her vagina, and then back again, "nice and slow, until she gets turned on enough for it to get wet inside."

Which certainly wasn't much of a problem in this case, as Greg's previous attentions to her super-sensitive breasts had pretty much done the trick already. She was already very, very aroused, but determined to give him a lesson he'd never forget, as she moved his finger, letting it tease the delicate folds more and more as her excitement increased.

"Now," she instructed, "when you think she might be ready, you can do this." 

Belinda plunged his finger into the warm, welcoming furrow of her pussy, which was more than ready for him, and began running it back and forth, making sure that it grazed her clitoris in just the right way!




Belinda



As she allowed this much more intimate exploration to continue for a little, Belinda became impatient, and finally pushed him a little way inside her vagina, which caused an amazing feeling of pleasure as she lay there, eyes closed. A boy, even an inexperienced one, felt way better than anything she had ever done to herself!

"Now you do it," she whispered breathlessly, "touch me some more, right there," she added, moving his finger to show him, "but first put it all the way inside me." 

Greg obeyed, cautiously entering her as far as he could, and then spreading her wetness everywhere as he continued his delicious discovery of her femininity.

"More," Belinda softly pleaded, starting to lose control, and spreading her legs even more widely for him.

"Like this," she demanded breathlessly, using her hand to direct two of his fingers inside of her, which provided a wonderful feeling of fullness and satisfaction as they stretched and probed the interior of her vagina, even as she roughly pushed his thumb against her swollen clitoris, sending incredible sensations throughout her entire being. She was so completely open and exposed for him; and hot, and wet, and it felt wonderful!

Belinda closed her eyes, making some small sounds of pleasure as she submitted to the exquisite sensations of being touched intimately by a man. And then, after a few more moments of this, an incredibly strong climax engulfed her, making her pelvis contract as her muscles clutched frantically at the invaders buried deep inside her vagina. She just floated away, momentarily lost!

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Greg looking at her in an amazed way.

"Was that ..." he asked in a cautious tone.

"Yes," she answered, giving him a gentle smile. There was no longer any question of what to do next; it was just so right, so necessary, to give herself to this boy!

"I think you better kiss me now," Belinda whispered, pulling him towards her, "because that's what couples usually do before they make love."

She had already noticed that Greg had another erection, and her female instincts were demanding that he put it to good use!

"I ... I don't have anything," Greg said apologetically, hopelessly lost in the situation.

"It doesn't matter, I'm on the pill," she replied simply.

The resulting kiss lasted forever, and about half way through it, Greg began fondling her breasts, and reacquainting himself with her womanhood, still hot and wet, and certainly very ready!

She gave out a little gasp when he finally entered her; God he was huge! She had to give him a reassuring whisper in his ear when it made him pause for a moment. And then he was moving in and out, enjoying her body, possessing her. There was no going back now, and it didn't matter, the feeling of that part of a man inside her, the warmth and intensity of it, was so, so good! And she was wild in his arms as she responded to him, wrapping her legs around his middle, and grasping at his back, desperate, determined, to have every last bit of him. And it went on, and on, and on, as he got even more deeply within her, somehow reaching her cervix with the power of his thrusts. And when he finally erupted with a visceral grunt, she could feel the white heat of him as he got his release, and it triggered another powerful climax, which made her cry out frantically. And afterwards, the two of them lay there, hot, sweaty, and spent!

* * *

They were sitting in the restaurant, inhaling the giant, delicious, burgers. Apparently amorous activities made people hungry!

Between bites, Belinda found time to tease Greg, as they sat side-by-side in a nicely private booth.

"We really need to work on your dating skills."

He looked at her, totally confused.

"You've got things backwards; you're supposed to take the girl out for dinner first," she giggled, "and then try to have sex with her."

Even Greg had to laugh at this, although he wasn't totally defenseless, or without a sense of humour, Belinda discovered to her amusement.

"Most of the girls I hang out with don't bother wearing panties," he deadpanned, although there was a definite twinkle in his eye, "it saves quite a bit on laundry."

Belinda almost choked on her food as she suppressed a snort of laughter!

"Oh, I see," she finally replied, while keeping her voice low, so no one would overhear, "so tell me, 'Mr. God's Gift To Women', these other pantyless girls; do you think that they might ... assuming of course that you would lower yourself to fool around with them ... they might ... how shall I put this politely ... ahem ... respond to you, like a certain person did this afternoon?"

"Of course," Greg said, trying, but not succeeding, to supress a grin, "I have a reputation to uphold."

When Belinda finally stopped laughing, she said to him flirtatiously, "It's still pretty early, and my parents won't be home until later. After we're done here we could back to my place if you want to."

"And ..." she added giving him her very best "come hither" look, while taking his hand and stealthily directing it under the table, and up her skirt, until he made contact with her pussy, still very conveniently naked, and once again very much ready for action!

"This date isn't over, and those were the rules," she explained to him suggestively, batting her eyes!

* * *

Belinda stretched in her bed. It was wonderful to lie there, naked and contented, after a rather seriously carnal afternoon, and evening, with Greg. Not exactly how a girl plans to behave on her first date, but, who cared, he certainly seemed happy; and there was absolutely no doubt about her condition!

Sex with a boy was not only good ... but better than almost anything one could even imagine ... chocolate ice cream; home baked cookies; fireworks, there had certainly been plenty of those, she thought to herself with an inward grin; the list went on and on!

Just then, her smartphone rang; it was Rebecca.

"So how was the date?" she asked.

"Perfect; and I have pictures ... so I guess Danny is out of luck ... too bad," she said with some degree of satisfaction, "... and yours?"

"He stood me up."

"What?"

"He made some lame excuse, and never showed up."

"Weird," Belinda said, "I thought he really liked you."

"So did I ... but, Greg; how did he handle ... you know ... things," Rebecca giggled.

"It was fine."

"And ..."

"Um, nothing," Belinda felt herself blushing, even though Rebecca couldn't even see her.

"You are a pathetically terrible liar, you know. Something happened didn't it?"

"Well sort of."

"Oh right, 'sort of'; like you two had sex; right?"

"I guess so ..."

"I guess so," Rebecca said sarcastically; Belinda could almost see her looking to the heavens, "that's not the sort of thing a girl somehow misses in passing, now is it?"

"OK, OK, we did it ... I showed him my pussy, and then he asked if he could touch it ... and then ... well ... one thing led to another ..."

"On the first date," Belinda could hear the amusement in Rebecca's voice.

"He was very nice ... nervous ... but nice."

"Well 'no panty girl'," Rebecca said with a chuckle, "I'm impressed ... perhaps you should be offering a non-credit course at university: Nymphomania 101!"

"Ha, ha ... and it wasn't like that. I think he really likes me; so there!"

"What's not to like," Rebecca retorted, clearly relishing the conversation, "the girl runs around without any panties ... and she puts out!"

"Goodbye," Belinda said furiously, ending the call!

Glancing at her smartphone after she hung up, she noticed a message from Greg. He took a bus every Sunday to the forestry camp he worked at for a summer job, returning late on Friday nights. The work was grueling, and the hours long, he had explained to her, but the pay was way above average for a student. They were going out again next Saturday night ... something to look forward to!

"Hi, I attached this picture of a couple I saw on my way back home last night. BTW, I know the guy ... is that the same Danny Rebecca is dating? Hope I'm wrong! See you Saturday ... miss you already!"

There was absolutely no doubt about it. Danny was wrapped around a girl, one with a ridiculously short skirt, and some sort of miniscule tube top which completely precluded a bra. His hand was on her bum, pushing the skirt part way up, and causing her panties to be exposed ... at least she was wearing some! They were kissing; and unless the picture was lying, you could bet they were intent on some other forms of personal recreation.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Belinda thought to herself grimly, as she forwarded the message to Rebecca.

It only took a few seconds before her phone was ringing again.

"I guess I should apologize," a contrite Rebecca said on the other end of the line, "I shouldn't have made jokes about your first time ... that's sort of mean ... I'm sorry."

"It's OK," Belinda replied simply.

"At least," Rebecca added with some conviction, "you did it with someone who isn't a lying, cheating, bastard! You told me over and over that he was a prick ... and I wouldn't listen."

"I'm sorry," Belinda said sympathetically.

"It's not your fault ... and I feel totally stupid! And what's worse, not only was I going to ditch my panties, like we agreed, but I had already decided to let him have sex with me."

"So maybe in a way ... things have turned out for the best," Belinda offered helpfully.

"Yes, thanks to Greg ... I guess I owe him big time!"

"No worries. You'll get your chance to show him how much you appreciate it."

"How so?"

"Remember the forfeit?" Belinda said mischievously.

"Oh God!" Rebecca groaned.

"Look at it this way," Belinda said smugly, "before yesterday Greg didn't know anything about girls. Now you're going to show him something new and interesting a girl can do for a boy! And I really, really like him; so try to do a good job ... OK?"

"You're definitely going to make me do this?" Rebecca complained.

"Of course, those were the rules ... you lost; now you pay up!"

"If you come over next Saturday around 6:30," Belinda continued, relishing her victory, "I'll show you the pictures ... did you know my pussy is very photogenic," she added with a snicker, just to rub it in a little more, "... Greg's coming by just after 7."

"I guess I don't have much of a choice," Rebecca said in a resigned tone, "since you won't let me of the hook."

"Not a chance, any more than you would have let me off if I didn't got through with it," Belinda giggled, "looks like the poor guy is going to have to do it twice next weekend, once in your mouth, and once inside me!"

"Belinda!" Rebecca protested.

"Maybe you should watch some porn videos for practice ..."

* * *

"So how many guys have you done this to?" Belinda asked. They were sitting in the main floor family room, sipping on a vodka and lemonade concoction Belinda had mixed up especially for the occasion. She rather figured that her friend might need a little loosening up so she could "perform". Her suspicions were confirmed as Rebecca was already on her second one!

"Just Peter," Rebecca answered, "... and just once."

Peter and Rebecca had dated for a while this past spring.

"He wanted to have sex with me, and I wasn't on the pill then, so I wouldn't, even if he used something, although I did let him feel inside my panties a few times. So one night I decided to put him out of his misery," Rebecca giggled, "I was just going to use my hand to get him off ... anyway, there it was, and I was a bit curious about what it might be like, so I put it in my mouth. Boy; was he surprised!"

"I guess so," Belinda said with a giggle of her own.

"I didn't want to get it all over my clothes, so I let him come in my mouth, and then I went to the washroom and spat if out."

"Wow!"

"It wasn't that bad, I probably could have swallowed it."

Just then the doorbell rang.

Belinda rushed to the front hall, opening the door for Greg and then engulfing him in a hug, followed by a rather lengthy, and very, passionate kiss ... just in case he had any doubts about where the evening might be leading! However, when she took him by the hand, and led him into the family room, he wasn't able to contain his surprise that Rebecca was there.

"Hi," he volunteered, recovering his composure, and greeting her.

"Is someone else coming?" he asked Belinda.

"No, it's just we three," Belinda said, "but there's a reason," she added, refusing to enlighten him just yet.

"Would you like some of this?" Belinda asked, pointing at her glass.

"What is it?"

"Vodka and lemonade."

"Sure ... we only ever get beer at the camp; and it's not very good beer."

Belinda went to the kitchen and poured a drink for Greg, adding a splash from the vodka bottle to strengthen it as he was obviously a more experienced drinker than she or Rebecca. When she returned with the glass, placing it beside him she heard Rebecca say ...

"... I suppose Belinda told you about the forfeit." 

"No."

"Oh ... well, I lost ... and I'm sort of the forfeit."

Greg looked even more confused, especially when Rebecca lifted her top over her head, exposing a rather low cut bra.

"What are you doing?" Belinda asked in a surprised way, as the top, and then the bra, ended up tossed on a chair, leaving Rebecca half naked.

"I thought it might be less embarrassing, and more fun for him, if I did it without my clothes on," Rebecca said in a provocative way, giving Greg and exaggerated wink, as she kicked off her shoes, and stepped out of her skirt, "... you have to take your pants and boxers off too Greg, or I won't be able to pay up!"

"Just do what she says," Belinda said to Greg in a reassuring fashion, taking his arm and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I promise she won't bite!"

"Now do you know what the forfeit is?" Rebecca said with a giggle, pulling her panties down to reveal a triangle of dark pubic hair.

Greg's eyes were as wide as the proverbial saucers as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on him ... he had also, apparently, completely lost the ability to speak!

"You have to help me ... please Greg," Rebecca said, approaching him, and wrestling with the buckle on his belt, "or she'll never let me hear the end of it."

Greg gave Belinda a "is this OK?" sort of look as Rebecca finally managed to undo the front of his pants as he helplessly stood there.

"Just go for it," Belinda said with a laugh, "I want to see how she does it."

"But save a little something for me for later," she added flirtatiously, giving him what she hoped was a provocative look.

"Take those off," Rebecca said, tugging at his underwear, "and sit here on the couch."

Greg obediently sat down, and then removed his boxers, revealing a partial erection, no doubt because of Rebecca's nudity. As Belinda watched, Rebecca got onto the edge of the sofa close beside him, spreading her legs, and then taking one of his hands and placing it between them.

"Hey," Belinda protested to Rebecca, "that wasn't part of the forfeit!"

But Rebecca was having none of it, "Why should he have all the fun," she retorted.

"Besides," she added turning to Greg with a smirk, "a little birdy told me you now know a little bit about a pussy. Why don't you show me just how much?"

"Rebecca," Belinda said in a warning tone.

"Mmm ... see how wet I am already?" Rebecca purred to Greg, as she slid several of his fingers into her sex, moving them back and forth.

"Oh all right," Belinda said, giving up her protests with a sigh of exasperation, "just do what the little slut wants Greg; anything if it will make her happy."

"Shouldn't you get busy with the main event," Belinda said to Rebecca with some sarcasm, "we haven't got all night."

In response, Rebecca leaned over and attacked Greg's now impressively stiff penis with her mouth, licking along the length of it, and then sucking noisily on the purplish helmet. After only a very few moments of this treatment, the look on Greg's face easily gave away how much he was enjoying what she was doing to him!

But whatever sensations he was feeling from the blowjob, it wasn't stopping him from taking full advantage of Rebecca's nakedness! Her legs were very wide apart, and Belinda could see that Greg had now worked two fingers inside her vagina, just like she had made him do to her, and his thumb was searching beneath her pussy lips farther up, where Rebecca's clitoris was. Fast learner!

Belinda watched, fascinated despite herself, as Rebecca aggressively got more and more of his erection, almost an impossible amount, into her mouth and throat. Greg's eyes were now closed, and he was starting to breath heavily. He wasn't going to last much longer!

"Uh ..." Greg gasped after a few more moments, scrunching up his face as he began to ejaculate. Rebecca choked a little, even as some of it dripped out of the corners of her mouth, but she held on, letting him finish, and then allowed his penis to fall out so she could swallow.

"There," she finally said in a breathless way, after reaching for someone's drink, and taking a long swig, "I did it." Greg just sat there, red in the face, and looking at her, his hand still buried in her crotch.

"Did you like that?" Belinda asked him, although she certainly knew the answer!

Greg just nodded, still flushed from his orgasm. Belinda was pretty certain what would be happening next if she wasn't present, because Greg still had a bit of an erection.

"Greg," Rebecca said softly, leaning back and pulling her legs up so that Greg could get even more access to her femininity.

"Keep playing with it," she whispered, wriggling her hips seductively while she used her hand to move his fingers back and forth inside her vagina, making some squishing sounds, "because, right now, I really need to come ..."

* * *

"So what happened after I left," Rebecca asked Belinda with a suggestive giggle during a phone call the next morning, "as if I didn't know?"

"Oh, we did it ... and it was really good, thanks to you?"

"How so?"

"He lasted a really long time ... and once I ... uh ... had one, he flipped me over and started doing it to me from behind; and pretty soon it happened again!"

"Twice ... lucky girl ... and even doggy style, maybe you have a future as a porn star!"

"Hardly ... although you're not too shabby in that department either; what with the blowjob, to say nothing of what Greg did to your pussy afterwards. Did that feel as good as it looked?"

"Better," Rebecca said in a saucy way, making Belinda laugh.

"When I got home," she continued in a more serious fashion, "I was still so turned on that I had to ... well ... you know. But it wasn't as good as letting Greg play around with it, even if he is your boyfriend. And the worst of it is that I'm still a virgin, even after all that!"

"Why don't you come over next Saturday night again?"

"But don't you have a data with Greg?"

"Yes."

"But ..."

"Rebecca," Belinda said, cutting her off, "do you remember when we were around 9 or 10, and you got all those Barbies from your older cousin ... and at first you wouldn't let me play with some of them."

"I guess that was pretty selfish," Rebecca admitted, "but what that's got to do with Greg?"

"It's exactly like what your mother told the both of us back then," Belinda replied in a knowing way, "... you have to share!"

The End



Belinda



I met Belinda online; we got chatting and had some laughs and shared pictures and fantasies. The more we chatted the more it became apparent that a lot of those fantasies, mutual likes and desires were shared, especially the love of stockings & classy lingerie. One big fantasy Belinda had was to be paid for sex by a virtual stranger; a huge turn on for her but something she had never seriously thought about as she was happily married. Well, not until now & when one night I half jokingly suggested we should actually meet up and I could pay her for sex; something I had never done before either, she accepted the offer.

I was pretty stunned and half expected her to back out but one evening after work I found myself in a posh city hotel room, freshly showered & changed when the phone rang and Belinda nervously told me she was actually in the bar down stairs. My heart jumped & I took a deep breath, checked myself in the mirror & headed downstairs. It was still quite early & there were only a few people in the bar, I saw what had to be Belinda immediately, sat on a stool at the bar, her perfect stocking clad legs crossed, showing the slightest glimpse of her stocking tops under her sexy figure hugging little black dress. My eyes shifted down her luscious legs to her strappy black stilettos and back up her fantastic curvy body, full breasts & soft looking skin. Her silky chestnut coloured bobbed haircut perfectly sitting above her shoulders.

I slowly walked over and gently touched her arm, making her start slightly and turn towards me, I smiled; she was beautiful, her hair perfectly framing her face. 'Champagne?' I asked her, she smiled & nodded still slightly nervous, I stroked her arm, the skin so soft & silky; my heart racing as was hers. 'A bottle of champagne please barman, 2 glasses please', 

'Right away sir,' he replied. 

I gently moved in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and stroked down her arm and gently down to the back of her hand trying to relax us both. The champagne was uncorked and 2 glasses poured, we sat chatting and drinking the champagne both unable to really believe we were actually doing this but enjoying chatting and flirting with each other.

Finally the bottle of champagne was finished, we looked at each other and knew it was time, I took her gently by the hand, helping her off of her stool and we walked together to the lift. The doors opened and I was happy to see it was empty. We walked hand in hand into the lift & I pressed the button for the 4th floor where my room was and waited for the doors to close, once they had I slipped my arm around her waist & gently kissed her rouged lips withdrawing slightly & allowing her to return my kiss. Looking fully into her big hazel eyes I kissed her deeply & passionately, only stopping when the lift all too soon reached the 4th floor & the doors began to open. I took Belinda by the hand and we walked together to my room, I unlocked the door and showed her in to the room.

She checked for the envelope with her name on it on the dressing table and as I closed the door she turned to face me, taking my face in her hands & kissing me deeply again, her tongue probing mine, pushing me back against the closed door, raising one leg off the ground her knee against the door trapping me there. My hands responding, gripping her waist, drawing her into me, pressing her ample breasts into my chest; one hand slipping gently down and fondling her lovely arse, the other, sliding down her raised thigh, feeling the silkiness of her stockings then up her hip then back to her neck, stroking it and pulling her in deeper as we literally ate each other's faces off, till we finally had to come up for some air. Looking at her, drinking in the beauty of her eyes I was already in heaven as the bulge in my trousers was confirming.

Running my hand over her firm arse cheeks again & then up under her dress I confirmed my suspicions; this hot woman was wearing no panties. I felt between her thighs running my hand upwards, stroking the soft hair and her hot moist lips, feeling her shudder slightly & her nipples hardening against my chest. Her hand came down and stopped me, 'not yet' she half gasped, half whispered as she tried to gain her composure, 'you'll have to earn that first' and she pulled away from me and moved over to the bed.

I stood and took in the glorious sight of her arse as she wiggled across the room; her seamed stockings perfectly straight down her long legs and the height of her heels accentuating their shape; the bulge in my trousers grew more at the sight. Belinda turned & smiled at me, running her hands down her sides, over her hips, toying with the tops of her stockings, then up over her hips again and to her breasts, squeezing them together, holding my gaze, toying with me, her wanton lips pouting. 'Take off your shirt' she confidently asked, as she played with her nipples through her dress, rubbing them against the lace of her bra.

I slowly undid my shirt and slipped it off, 'now your shoes & socks' she said, wriggling seductively in her dress, smoothing it down over her hips, then raising a leg up onto the edge of the bed showing off her lacy stocking tops. My shoes and socks were off in an instant; she smiled and slipped a hand between her legs. 'Now the trousers' she commanded, stroking herself gently as I undid my belt and trousers and slid first one leg then the other out of them. 'Nice' she crooned, taking her hand out from between her legs on beckoning me forward with her fingers. 'OK, that's far enough' as she stopped me within touching distance in front of her by putting her damp fingers to my lips, my tongue searched them out & tasted their sweet muskiness.

She stood properly in front of me, both feet now on the floor and ran her hands over my arms and torso, stroking and feeling my chiselled chest and stomach, 'nice' she smiled, reaching down & feeling the growing bulge in my shorts. Hooking her fingers under the waistband she pulled them down causing my erection to spring out of them. She smiled again 'very nice' she purred, cupping my smoothly shaven balls in one hand & stroking my shaft gently with the other. 

'Mmmm' we both crooned. She stepped away from me again, moving towards the door then turned.

'My turn', she smiled and slowly wriggled her way out of her dress till she stood just in her bra, stockings and heels.

'You like?' She asked.

'Of course I do!' I replied. Sexily she cupped her breasts, fondled them and turned around showing me her back and gorgeous bare arse, bending forward she slipped her bra off, showing off her soft, trimmed pussy. I nearly came right there & then at the sight. Then she turned back around, her breasts still cupped and walked back to me, offering me them one at a time to kiss & lick which I did eagerly, gently kissing and licking each one in turn. Slowly she took me by the shoulders and moved my head downwards, me kissing down her stomach as I went, she increased her pressure on my shoulders, forcing me down so that I had to kneel, trying to kiss and lap at her pussy as I went, the sweet aroma driving me crazy. 

'Not yet' was all she said as she pushed my head to her legs, 'kiss those honey, stroke them, feel how sexy they are'.

I needed no more coaching and took my time moving down each leg, gently stoking the soft, silky nylon with my hands, following each stroke with soft kisses; Belinda stroking my head and face when she could. Finally I reached her soft leather shoes, but rather than have those kissed she was eager to move on and asked me to lay flat on the floor on my back, which I did. She used the toe of her strappy heels to part my legs, slowly sliding them upwards guiding me to part my legs enough to give her access to me. Her toe finally reaching my balls, then sliding under me, parting my arse cheeks slightly and sliding under so that I was almost sat on one foot then with the toe of other she slowly moved up between my balls and along the length of my shaft pinning it to my stomach, giggling and smiling to herself.

She looked down at me, prostrate to her attentions, trying to concentrate, looking up at her pussy there calling to me, her breasts bouncing joyously as she toyed with me. 'Take off my shoes' and she held each foot out for me to slowly remove, stroking each foot as I did, massaging her toes with my fingers. When Belinda was relaxed she smiled again, and slowly moved her stocking clad feet back to my erection, slowly working up from my balls, first gently with the sole of each foot, slowly and gently up over my smooth balls and cock, flattening them against me, then adding a little more pressure each time, making me harder and harder with each stroke, then spreading her sexy toes feeling my balls between the big toe and the one next to it, massaging first my balls then my shaft.

After a while of this she sat between my legs facing me, stretching her long legs forward and then bending her knees upwards, parting them and placing my hard cock between the soles of her feet. What a sight to behold as her fur covered lips parted slightly, her clit poking out between them, the silky pinkness of her inner labia glistening with her heat and wetness. Slowly she started to move her feet up and down my shaft, wanking my cock, toying with it, feeling it grow to full length and width between her stockings and feet. A feeling and sight I will never forget, slowly wanking me towards orgasm, stroking herself now in time to my moans of ecstasy as a glob of pre-cum formed on the head of my cock.

Again she smiled, but stopped and raised herself up onto her knees, then crawled towards me and over me brushing her now bullet hard nipples against my chest as she moved up and kissed me again; straddling my chest, her feet behind her rubbing my inner thighs and then my cock again, her heat leaving trails of sweet juices over my stomach. She then stopped kissing me & stood up, got onto the bed and called me to 'get up on the bed with her'.

Once on the bed she lay me back on my back and straddled me again, this time her pussy just above my face her stocking clad legs against my sides where I could softly stroke them. Leaning forward she took me slowly in her mouth, her tongue working at it, covering it in her saliva, lubricating me, her hair tickling my thighs bringing me closer to orgasm. She lowered her pussy towards my lips, tempting me, as I reached out with my tongue to taste her, but only close enough to occasionally flick her lips & clit, but enough that her juices could slowly drip onto my lips. Her tongue swirled her saliva all over my erection, bathing it, readying it for a finale.

Finally she turned herself over and sat on my chest, placing my cock between her feet again, and started wanking me between them; now lubricated my cock slipped nicely between them, and she was able to increase her speed and ferocity easily, forcing groans from me the pleasure outweighing the frustration that I was unable to see what was going on properly. I managed to slide us both up against the pillows, giving me more leverage and enabling me to sit up a little and reach around to play with her nipples and stroke her thighs. Faster she wanked me, drawing deeper moans and groans from me as she went until finally with one deep guttural groan I exploded all over her feet & toes, jets of spunk covering her legs as well as she continued to squeeze every drop she could from me.

When finally I was finished and still gasping she rolled off me and sat herself up against the pillows next to me, one hand stroking her clit the other my chest. She looked down at her feet and legs, 'well you sure have made a mess of those, sweetheart, now get your mouth down there and clean them up' she giggled. Not one to make a mess I thought why not and greedily lapped up my own cum from her feet & toes, massaging them with my tongue, taking in my warm, sticky, saltiness, swallowing some and enjoying the flavour as it mingled with the remains of her juices on my lips as she stroked herself some more purring with ecstasy as she did.

Finally I licked the last few drops from her legs and drew myself up between them, my chest brushing her sensitised nipples again causing her to gasp a little. Running my fingers through her soft hair I looked deeply into her eyes and pressed my lips to hers, which opened in response, allowing me to open my mouth and kiss the mouthful of my cum I'd saved for her straight in. She looked a little surprised but responded with her tongue, enjoying our combined taste as our tongues met and danced together, both of us swallowing some and enjoying the taste. My cock was starting to harden again and I reached down and pulled her legs up around my waist, kissing her deeply as the head settled against her wet welcoming opening before slipping into her soaking hole; it was going to be a long, long, night.



Belinda



After being out of work for some while, I managed to land a telecommuting job.

That worked quite nicely for me.

Except for the fact that, once a month, I was required to be in the office in person - in Indiana. I live in New York.

It wasn't ideal, but the pay, and the convenience of working from home, more than made up for it. The costs of travel to the office were covered - all I was required to "pay" was time.

My orientation was entirely online, or over the phone. My first month was entirely spent working from home. I loved it!

The time came, however, to head into the main office, in Indiana. You might think companies would be headquartered in New York City, in Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas - many are, but it's a big country. This company, so willing to pay me for my services, was in Indiana.

Vienna, precisely.

Vienna lies upon Indiana Route 356. It's a small town, not far from the Kentucky border, and a short drive from the Scottsburg Airport - quite convenient for my purposes, as my local, small, airport offered flights directly to it.

It once boasted a larger population, but that apparently changed when the railroad arrived in what's now known as Scottsburg.

In fact, the closest hotels to Vienna are in Scottsburg.

So it was in Scottsburg I made my reservation.

I stayed in a hotel not far off of Interstate 65. The name doesn't matter - it's one of several budget hotels. The company I work for was doing well enough, but, really, there wasn't a Hilton in the first place.

The flight was unremarkable. I wasn't groped. There was no in-flight movie, being a small, local, airline. I read the entire time.

I arrived, arranged for the car I would be driving during my stay, and checked into the hotel.

My evening was uneventful. I alternately read and watched TV.

The in-office meeting was early. I haven't been a morning person for years. But I slogged it out, awoke, managed to somehow swallow breakfast - or, at least, coffee - and make it to the office in time, with minutes to spare.

The meeting was boring. Database structure. Business logic. Plans for expanding our front-end; for expanding our back-end.

I chimed in as necessary, but it was rarely necessary. I pride myself on reports, and fully commenting my code!

I was done for the day in the early afternoon. I hadn't been expecting this. I was in town for most of the week, and expected to be tied up on business the entire time.

I had time to kill, and didn't know the area in the least.

As it happens, an old friend lived in Scottsburg. I had mentioned to her I'd be in the area, but had added that I probably would be swamped the entire time. Now, I had 10 hours to fill.

So I called her up, and said so.

"Belinda, hey, it's Nick! Turns out I actually have free time today. Maybe tomorrow, I dunno. But if you want to get together today, well, I'm free."

"Hi Nick! I'd love to, but I have PTA tonight. Tomorrow? I'm free once my husband gets home, really. Say six?"

I said "I'll let you know. Meeting could run late, but if tomorrow is any clue, I should be out long before. I'll call you once I know."

"Ok. It's great to hear from you. See you soon, hopefully."

I hanged up.

It was a long evening. I didn't feel like venturing out, even for coffee, so I stayed in my room all night, and again read and watched TV. I think I fell asleep by 10.

The next day, it was bright and early as before. The meeting went roughly the same. Why was I there? Yes, the database was normalized; the local admin and I had analyzed it, and were confident it was optimized. No, we weren't fully up to spec in every browser, but I was working with the other devs to fix that. And so on.

We once again broke before the afternoon.

I called up Bel.

"Hey, I'm actually free at 4 or so. I can meet you in town by 5. That work?"

"Sure! I just need to know where I'm going."

I met Bel at about 5:30 at Jendy's Pizzeria, on Main. Can you ever go wrong with pizza?

We split a pie. No, she's not a pig - she just had a couple slices. I ate three or four. Once upon a time, I could've eaten the entire thing - age creeps up on you. The rest was going to be my late night snack.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, about ten years?"

"No, longer. I saw you, uh, 12 years ago? Maybe? I was still dating my ex at the time, and that was forever ago!"

"Well, me too. Weird, isn't it?"

"What's weird?"

"Well, that I was dating your ex's friend."

"I guess. 3000 miles is a long way. But I thought you meant just how long it's been, and how we're still friends despite it all."

"That too."

She smiled.

We sat in silence for a bit.

What did I have to talk about? I had a job again, which was good. But she already knew all about it. Nothing was new on the domestic front. No kids yet. We were working on a new place... but nothing fascinating yet.

I guess she must have felt the same. We sat, looking around, exchanging small talk.

Seven o'clock rolled around.

I spoke.

"Good pizza. I didn't think Indiana could hack it."

"I've never really had New York pizza, but I think it beats New Jersey pizza anyday."

"Could be! Never had Jersey pizza. Anyway, I suppose I should let you get home."

She scoffed at me: "Home? I haven't seen you in a decade. We should get a bit more time in!"

I smiled at her. I said "I guess so."

I thought briefly, and came up empty. "But what did you have in mind? Movies? Uh, cards at your place or something?"

I guess I wasn't the only one without ideas. "Uh... I'm not sure, actually. Do you bowl?"

Sometimes. But I'm not much of a bowler. I told her so.

"Well, I'm out of ideas."

And she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Some help you are!", I cried at her.

I had watched a rented movie at the hotel the last night. I mentioned it, and told her if she felt like it we could just watch some random movie or another there, if she was ok with it.

"If I'm ok with it? I do believe you intend to besmirch my honor!"

She stuck her tongue out at me again.

So, we went to my hotel room to watch a movie or two. She called home, and told her husband she was out with me. I was surprised that there seemed to be no friction that Bel was coming with me to my hotel room.

I had - the company had - reserved a room with a single bed, no chair. Not surprising; I think all the hotels in the area would have only single beds as options. So we sat side by side on the bed, watching a movie that we agreed on. Neither one of us was really interested in it - we compromised on a choice, but I didn't watch many movies, and surprisingly to me, neither did she.

Instead, we joked throughout it.

It was a romantic comedy. I had no trouble making jokes at nearly every scene. I think my jokes are usually lousy, but I had Bel in stitches.

As romantic comedies often do, the movie had a "love scene". I guess this movie was rated R - there was actually nudity.

Movie "love scenes" give me no end of joke fodder. And Bel and I had a long history of trading dirty jokes - so I spared nothing in my joking.

"Magic penis - go! No foreplay, and only thirty seconds of intercourse, and yet, I bring upon orgasm!"

I suppose it was lame. But, isn't that life?

I didn't expect the bitter reply: "Yeah, really. He's horny, I get naked, he gets on top, and then it's over."

And she sighed.

I wasn't sure what to say.

But I tried. "Uh, is everything ok?"

She sat for a moment, just watching the movie. The heroes of the movie were awkwardly getting dressed, and then the plot moved on.

She finally said: "I guess. It's just..."

She paused. I continued "Just?".

She sighed again. "It's just that he doesn't really seem to want *me*. He wants sex, but not me."

What was I to say? I tried: "I'm sorry. I really am."

She smiled at me and said "Thanks. I'm sorry it came up. It's just hard to ignore sometimes. Movie scenes like that one."

I nodded. I sort of knew the feeling.

We lay in silence for a time, watching the plot unfold.

There was a misunderstanding. The hero and heroine got into a fight, went their separate ways. Thirty minutes later, they made up. I figured the happy ending was only minutes away.

"It was good to see you, you know, Bel. I dunno if we'll have time later in the week. But, yeah. You should get home soon."

She didn't reply. I waited a moment, wondering if I should ask her if she was ok. Before I could, she said "Yeah...".

Uh. I said: "Uh?"

She sat for a moment, then said "Yeah. Yeah."

She turned to look at me, breaking her gaze on the TV.

"Yeah. I should get home soon. But what if I don't want to?"

I was confused, and started to say "Well, I'm not forcing you to go home", but she cut me off.

"I want to stay here, with you." She poked me in the chest. Her eyes were solidly on me.

"Uh. You're welcome to. I like spending time with you." I smiled at her. I really did like spending time with her, and this was the most time I had, in fact, ever spent with her.

"Me too."

She leaned in, and kissed me. Not on the cheek. Not on the nose or forehead. On my lips - and her tongue found its way between my lips.

I was stunned. I didn't respond in kind, but I didn't fight it. I sat there, her body leaning against mine, her face next to mine, her lips upon mine, her tongue exploring my mouth.

I think I literally shook myself, as I pushed her away, gently. "Bel, what are you doing?"

She looked me straight in the eyes. Her expression was intent. I almost felt scared at how she gazed at me.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

She kissed me again.

This time I wasn't paralyzed. I tried to push her again, gently, but she pushed back. Her lips were upon mine, and now her hands were under my shirt.

I took my hands, and placed them on her cheeks, and tried to pry her lips off of me.

She struggled, but gave in.

"What are you doing?"

She spoke first.

I had to respond.

"I'm stopping this. I'm sorry. I can't do this. We're both married."

She looked down, at her hands, which she had folded in her lap. She looked up at me. She said:

"I don't care."

She took my hands in hers.

"I want you."

I wasn't sure what to do. Or to say.

I had had a crush on her since I met her. She was lovely, both in body and in spirit.

But I was married.

... but truth is, I wanted her too.

I made up my mind.

Our lips met again. This time, it was me pressing mine against hers.

I pressed against her. Now, my hands ran along her body, while hers ran along mine.

I broke from the kiss momentarily to mutter "I want you too."

Our lips locked again. Her hands found their way to the hem of my shirt, and lifted.

I helped, of course. At this point, what was I to do but help?

My shirt came off.

Her hands ran along my back. Her nails dug slightly into me. I couldn't help but moan.

That seemed to trouble her. She broke away, and asked "Are you ok?". "Yes. Why?" "You sounded like you were in pain!" "... pain? Oh! No, no, I liked what you were doing."

She smiled at me. "I'm glad. I can do...". She paused. "... a lot more than that."

She kissed me again. But briefly. Her lips moved sideways, to my neck. She nibbled me.

I think a small gasp escaped me.

Something flipped inside of me. I'm not one to sit and take. I'm one to give.

I didn't object to her assertiveness - but I decided to press mine.

I ran one hand to her cheek, caressing her face, and another under her shirt. At the same time, I pulled my face away from her mouth, kissed her briefly, and returned the favor.

I licked her neck, and nibbled. I ran down her shoulder.

I heard her exhale.

Her shirt was in my way. I took my hand away from her head, to join my other hand, and lifted her shirt up and over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her blue shirt wound up on the floor of the hotel room. In its place, I gazed upon her lovely breasts, round and perky. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and sat in place.

She blushed. She said "I'm sorry they're not very good."

I was dumbstruck. It took me a moment to spit out "Not very good? Bel, they are fantastic!"

Both of my hands found her tits, cupping them. I moved my face close to hers, brought my mouth to her left ear: "Bel... your tits are spectacular", I whispered.

I'm pretty sure she blushed again - this time, in a combination of embarrassment and flattery.

I wasn't paying close attention, however. I was kissing her neck again, her shoulders. Now, though, I had nothing in my way. I kissed, licked, and nibbled my way down her shoulder to her right tit.

I licked my way around it, kissing here and there, spiraling my way in. My tongue found its way to her nipple.

I kissed it, licked it, and then sucked on it. I ran my right hand down her back, scratching lightly, while my left hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her abdomen.

I heard her moan.

I pressed on. I nibbled her left nipple, and with my left hand, found and pinched her right nipple. She gasped, lightly, and moaned again.

And then she spoke: "It's ok if... you don't want to do this."

I took my mouth away from her chest, though I kept caressing her right breast with my left hand: "I want to. Damn do I want to."

She chuckled and said "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. I've been hard ever since you came back to my room with me."

She seemed taken aback. She finally managed "... really?"

"Yes, really."

And then she frowned. I was about to ask what was wrong, when she said "I'm just a lay, aren't I."

I sputtered, trying to answer this, and came out with "No. No. You're not just a lay. You're my friend. You're... you're special to me. You've always been special to me. I've... always wanted to do this with you. I wouldn't do this with just anyone!"

Her eyes were cast down, and she had lifted my hands off of her, but still held onto them. She sat for a moment, breathing. I couldn't help but watch her breasts rise and fall as she breathed.

She said, after an eternity: "I believe you. I've always wanted to do this with you, too."

Sometimes, time can pass in an instant.

My hands were on her jeans. They found the button. They found the zipper. I tugged, and she obliged by lifting, and her hands struggled with mine to strip her of them as quickly as possible.

She was wearing a black thong.

If I was hard before, now I was as solid as a diamond, as she lay there, uncovered before me, save for a small piece of fabric.

She looked at me, voraciously, saying "Your turn".

Her hands were on my belt, fumbling for the clasp. I helped. I guided her to my button and zipper, and she needed no help from me to pull my shorts away.

She considered me: "Not quite good enough!". She practically lunged for my boxers.

They came off in one piece, but barely.

I sat next to her, wearing nothing but my glasses, and told her "So, uh, this isn't very fair, is it?"

She chuckled, and told me "No. You have to earn my pussy."

Oh god. Her pussy. Was I diamond hard already? Now, just thinking about that...

I began to caress her, to kiss her, to... she laughed at me, and managed to say "You goon. Just let me take my thong off!"

Damn.

She lay before me, below me, in all her glory.

Her hair fell beneath her head, along the pillow.

Her neck was inviting my mouth to lick and bite her.

Her arms lay along her sides, fingers curling, promising arcane delights.

Her breasts lay bare, pressed against her chest, nipples pointing up and out at me.

Her stomach was under me, belly button taunting me.

Her legs below me, smooth, asking me to run my hands along them.

And... just in front of me, just below me, her honey pot, her secret place, clean shaven save for a patch of hair above.

And she took my stares in. And she took them to heart.

"I guess you really do like me, don't you?"

I couldn't find words. I guess I grunted. I managed to spit out "God, yes."

I leaned down over her, meaning to kiss her neck, caress her tits, run my hands along her body.

She had other plans: "Fuck me. Just fuck me."

My dick strained. It had been ready for this for hours, even if I didn't know it.

But I'm not like that.

I told her. "... no. I want to make love to you. I want to taste you."

She spanked my ass!

"No! Fuck me, now!"

As it was, my dick was pressed against her pussy lips. I was rubbing against her. I wanted her.

... but I wanted her. I wanted to taste her.

"No. I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you."

I shimmied down her body, tongue tracing a trail to her thighs. She protested, muttering something: "Fuck me."

I ignored her.

I ran my one hand along her thigh, while my other hand traced patterns along her chest and tits. My tongue, though...

My tongue found her lips.

I ran my tongue along her pussy lips, up and down. Into the creases of her thighs, and back out. Along her lips. Stick my tongue in - just to tease! And away again. And along again.

She cried out something. I don't know what she said. But I changed my attack.

She was wet. Her lips were swollen. It didn't take much effort on my part for my tongue to find her swollen, anxious, bud.

I licked along her clit. And then away. And then the other side. And then, again, away.

Now, my hands were acting in concert with a grand plan. My one hand found its way to her pussy, teasing her lips, stroking her, as I teased her clit. My other hand ran along her chest, from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple.

I left her clit, and found my way between her thighs. I didn't waste any time. My tongue darted between her lips, and lapped up her juices.

She pushed her hip against my face. I was smeared with her honey. My nose was pressed into her clit. My mouth against her lips. My tongue as deep into her as it could go.

My hand found its way along her ass, groping her, squeezing her, as I darted my tongue in and along her pussy.

But I decided it was time to stop torturing her.

My tongue found its way back to her clit. This time, I didn't tease her. I wrapped my mouth, my tongue, around her, and tugged, sucked. My stray hand found its way around her thigh, and a finger penetrated her.

She groaned. I nibbled her clit in response. She groaned again, she moaned.

Her taste was on my tongue, in my mouth. I lapped her pussy, to gather more of her nectar, and returned to her clit, where I worked some magic - if I may say so.

Another finger penetrated her. My mouth on her clit; two fingers in her pussy; my free hand massaging and squeezing her tits.

I think I was ready to burst. But I wasn't done.

Three fingers inside her.

Sucking on her clit.

Fingers pinching her nipples.

I'm not sure if she screamed. But what I heard from her was "Goddammit just fuck me now!"

... I was ready to comply.

Condom? Fuck it.

I lifted up, covering her body with mine. My dick once again rubbed against her pussy lips - so wet. So warm.

I whispered to her "Do you want my dick?"

She said "Yes."

"That's not good enough. Do you want my dick. Inside you. Fucking you."

"Yes yes god yes fuck me!"

I grinned at her. I licked her lips. I embraced her lips with mine, and lowered my hips.

The tip of my dick touched her lips.

"Put it in!"

I did. Slowly.

I pushed into her, feeling her lips rubbing against my shaft, feeling her pussy clamp around me, feeling the warm dampness as I went ever deeper.

And then I was all the way inside of her. My balls dangled against her. I held my face over hers, and gazed into her eyes.

"... damn."

And then I withdrew, slowly, only to thrust in again.

What's to say?

I thrust into her, out of her.

I ran my hands along her chest, caressing her.

She ran a hand along my back. Her other hand was beneath her ass, lifting ever so slightly.




Belinda



I pushed into her, thrusting solidly. Her hips ground against me. I felt her muscles clamp around my dick, inside her.

Consciousness blurs. I lose control - I thrust faster, harder, seeking release inside of her. She lifts her hips, raising up from the bed, pushing her engorged clit against my shaft as I pound into her.

A nagging voice plays in my head. No, it's not about my wife, or her husband. It's this: "Fuck. I wanted to eat her out until she came."

But it's far too late for me. I can only guide my dick in and out of her.

But I'm pleasantly surprised. She begins to moan louder than before, to... squeak. No, not like a mouse, but like a woman who's lost all control of her vocal cords.

And her muscles clamp down upon me. I feel waves of spasms erupt along my dick. And then I'm overcome.

I feel myself pumping in sympathy with her. My dick throbs as her pussy pulsates. I feel myself releasing inside of her. I swear I'm going to black out.

I feel her arms on my back, pulling me against her, pulling me into her. Her pussy has a life of its own. I keep pumping, as though my entire goal in life were to cum inside of her.

And, slowly, gradually, our muscles, our movements, calm. I'm still thrusting into her, slowly but forcefully, emptying every drop of my seed into her. I feel her muscles grasping me, but less voraciously.

I seem to come back to a degree of consciousness.

My chest lies against hers. I feel her tits pressed into me. Both of us are covered in sweat.

Her hair is a mess - I must have ran my hands through it.

Is that a bruise on her neck? I must have bitten her when I came.

Her hand is on my balls. My dick is still inside her. It's as though she's trying to drain me into her.

We stop moving. I lie on top of her.

I look into her eyes, and smile.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see that the time is 11 PM.

The night has barely begun... 



Belinda & Alberta Strip



Rod had another stag approaching and he was to be the organizer this time; and he didn't want any of the mistakes to occur that happened at the last stag organized by a friend. So I'd better let Rod take over the story at this point because my role was more participatory and the view of what happened would be better coming from a voyeur, as it were.

Well, Belinda, Alberta and I were sitting around the pool one afternoon chatting about the stag. I was explaining to them how difficult it was to get reliable entertainment. Belinda chirped up and pointed out what a great sexy display Alberta had put on at her club. She felt that with a little bit of training our erotic slut, Alberta, would be just the gal for the job. 

That job would involve a striptease and keeping about twenty guys sexually entertained. After much discussion, Alberta persuaded Belinda that they would do a much better job if both of them took part. This really excited me, to think of my wife, Belinda and our beautiful slut putting on a sensually erotic show for my friends. They would definitely make the night zing.

In the two weeks before the stag, Belinda and Alberta had got together to work out their act, choose clothing and just to feel comfortable with each other. Belinda decided that she would be dressed in a formal suit, as headmistress and Alberta would be a slutty student, dressed in a short, green, tartan kilt and a white blouse, white thigh high socks and knee high black boots. Her underwear would be a matching set of white lace bikini panties and bra. They watched a number of movies with striptease artistes and practiced their moves. In fact they got better than the so-called expert strippers. 

My cock was on a constant hard watching their dress rehearsal, or should I say their undress rehearsal? They could see that and after one sexual act they walked over to me unzipped my pants, pulled out my eight-inch cock and they both took turns licking and sucking it. Alberta started at my balls, slid her tongue the length of my shaft, flicking rapidly on the way up and ran her tongue slowly around my tip. Then Belinda took over while Belinda caressed and squeezed my balls. Belinda took me in her mouth, tightened her lips and slid down the whole length and back again. Then she handed me over to Alberta in this amazing cock-sucking relay. It was just a matter of time before I shot my load and it was Alberta who had the task of swallowing my cum. Any that slipped out of the sides of her mouth were greedily licked off by Belinda; and they finished by cleaning my cock and deep tonguing each other. 

I knew that my friends, mainly teachers, would fully appreciate the act and there would be many horny men wanting to release their pent up emotions at the end of the show.

Stag time and all the guys were pumped for the night and for the show. When they learned who would be performing they were horny as hell, for they all fancied my wife, Belinda and our slut, Alberta. We'd been having a good time drinking Bud, telling jokes and playing cards. It was about twelve o'clock and time for some entertainment. 

The lights were turned low and a spotlight aimed at the makeshift stage. The music marked the entrance of Belinda. She was stunning. Her hair was done up in a school m'a'am bun and she had a leather jacket, partly open at the front to reveal part of her cleavage and lacy, red bra. Lower down she had on a black, leather mini, slit up the side to reveal her garter straps. Her fishnet stockings were covered in thigh high black boots and in her black, leather gloved hands she carried a medium size bamboo cane. Her exotic first dance involved sitting on her desk, revealing her red panties, criss-crossing her legs and slapping the cane on her boots. She would strut around the desk sometimes bending over it to reveal most of her well-rounded, bikini-clad ass. 

The guys were hooting and hollering for more and their pants showed that they were sexually turned on already. Belinda sat, legs crossed, tapping her cane and in grated Alberta, swinging her hips and smiling as she approached Belinda. Alberta was dressed in a short, green, tartan kilt, so short that it rose up high on her thighs and ass; and a white blouse partly unbuttoned, white thigh high socks and knee high black boots. She had a bright red lip gloss and her hair was loosely hanging around her shoulders. Over her shoulder she carried a tote bag filled with her school necessities! No words passed between Belinda and Alberta; but it was obvious from their actions that Alberta had been a naughty girl and she was going to be disciplined by her headmistress.

Alberta opened her books to show what she had been doing wrong and Belinda smacked the desk with her cane in anger. Then she made Alberta bend over the desk and pretended to give her an ass caning. Alberta played her part, wriggling her butt and mouthing pain. Then Alberta was made to take off her skirt so that Belinda could inspect her caning. Deciding it was not enough she bent Alberta over again and gave her ten more. Now she made Alberta take off her white panties. She did this seductively while lying down on the desk, and threw them to the crowd. 

Belinda had Alberta sit on the desk with her legs wide open and ran the cane down the inside of her thighs and gently tickled her cunt, placing the cane to her nose to smell the musky sex. Alberta was made to lick off the cane. Then Belinda used her fingers to penetrate Alberta's juicy cunt and she licked the sluts juices off in lascivious fashion. At this point, Belinda inspected the contents of Alberta's tote bag and pulled out, with an astonished look, a large dildo. Wagging her fingers at Alberta, Belinda made her lie down and slowly pushed the dildo into Alberta. The latter made the most of it and her hip and ass actions showed her enjoyment. 

With that, Belinda left Alberta to her own devices while she looked in the bag again, found another larger dildo and used that as the basis for a seductive, sexual strip. Alberta, meanwhile had stood up with the dido still planted in her wet pussy and began to complete her stripping, to the delight of the guys when they saw her magnificent tits and erect nipples. Belinda was now near Alberta and they clutched each other and began deep kissing and fondling their bodies. 

As the music continued, they did a sixty-nine and drove the guys wild. The room was rocking with guys yelling encouragement and most of them had their rock hard cocks out caressing them. The show on stage ended with Alberta taking over Belinda's role and giving her a pretend caning on her well-rounded beautiful shaped ass. Then they stood and invited any guys up to perform and the women satisfied everyone, with sensuous blow-jobs, hand jobs and great fucks. 

It was an erotic night to remember and one that would have those guys present jerking off for months to cum. I was the lucky one because I got to take Belinda and Alberta home and I could have my sexual appetite filled on request.



Belinda at KCAT



FaunaClub Website Transcript Draft

2/22/2005

"The Starke and Ryan Morning Show"

6 a.m. to 10 a.m.

This excerpt came from a draft of the transcript of an interview with Belinda, a dancer at the Fauna Club, conducted by Melody Starke and Jamie Ryan, on KCAT's top-rated morning show. You can tell the difference between ours and KCAT's because we kept all the stuff that happened during the station breaks. Just the sort of thing we feel you deserve for being a member!

STATION BREAK ENDS.

STARKE

And we're back with a special guest—

RYAN

And you ain't kiddin'!

STARKE

--who has Ryan's hormones completely boiling over, and can probably do the same for you. She's a grey desert wolf, and she dances at the Fauna Club, Davine Maxwell's, uh...gentleman's club out in City of Industry.

RYAN

And her name is Belinda! Welcome to the show.

BELINDA

Thank you for having me.

RYAN

(dreamily)

If only...

STARKE

(rolls her eyes)

BELINDA

It's okay, Melody. I get that all the time.

STARKE

I suppose in your line of work, that's an occupational hazard?

BELINDA

It can be...depends on who's responsible. Usually...it's me. (laughs)

RYAN

I can see why! But getting back to why you're here... The Fauna Club is hosting a charity auction this weekend, isn't that right?

BELINDA

That's right, Jamie. This Friday at 7:30 right at the club, just off the 605 on Santo Domingo Real and Logan. We've actually been doing this auction for four years now, though this is only the second time I've been in it.

STARKE

And each year, you pick a different organization?

BELINDA

Exactly. The previous three were St. Jude's, Cedars-Sinai Children's Hospital, and Habitat for Humanity. This year, we're doing it to benefit the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

RYAN

And they, uh, they're okay with this?

BELINDA

We have had a few organizations tell us that they would rather not have us represent them in any way, but they have by far been the exception, not the rule.

STARKE

Well, the owner, Davine Maxwell, has never been a stranger to controversy, or to good causes. I understand that the club has itself been something of a charity case.

BELINDA

I didn't work there before she took over, but from what I understand from the other artists, things used to be very different. All I know is it's not like any exotic dance club I've ever visited.

RYAN

You used the word "artist." Is that a euphemism?

BELINDA

Not at all. What we do is definitely an art.

RYAN

Well, yeah, but...

BELINDA

But what?

RYAN

Ah...

STARKE

Well, I think what my partner is trying to get to without ruining his chances to flirt with you is the idea that at most clubs, dancers do more than, uh, dance.

BELINDA

Maybe at other clubs. The Fauna Club has very strict policies about what artists and clients are allowed to do. That's one of the reasons why we have such good rapport with the community, not just in City of Industry, but in LA at large.

RYAN

Um...I really have to apologize for that—I guess I just wasn't thinking. For those of you listening, we're talking with Belinda...?

BELINDA

Just Belinda.

RYAN

...right. Belinda, an artist at the Fauna Club, an exotic dance club that is holding its fourth annual charity auction Friday night at 7:30. So how long is this auction going to last?

BELINDA

We'll stay open until the last lot is auctioned off, though we do have to stop serving alcohol at 2 a.m. Perhaps sooner for you, I'm thinking.

(laughter)

STARKE

You know, it probably sounds like a cliché, but I have to say that you don't fit my preconceived notion of an exotic dancer.

BELINDA

How so?

STARKE

Well, I mean, you definitely are attractive, but you carry yourself more like a marketing executive than a dancer.

BELINDA

Well, thank you! I appreciate that; I'm studying marketing at UCLA. Right now, at the club, I've been selling my own line of t-shirts in the gift shop.

RYAN

That's right! I had heard something about that... the, uh, "Toys 'R Us" thing...

BELINDA

(giggles) Oh, yes, I did a shirt with my likeness on it that said "Toys 'R Me." I guess I got a little too close to the "Toys 'R Us" logo with that one—got my first "cease and desist" order. Hopefully my last.

STARKE

But they sold pretty well, didn't they?

BELINDA

We had a lot of people disappointed that we can't sell them anymore.

RYAN

Now, a lot of people listening probably have never seen Belinda, but there's a significance to the "Toys 'R Me" line, isn't there?

BELINDA

(reluctant, but friendly) Well, Jamie, that's true. Those who have been to the club will know this, but I'm actually inflatable.

STARKE

Wow! How did that happen? And is it just parts of you, or a full-body...

BELINDA

(interrupting, but still friendly) Melody, if it's okay with you, I'd really rather talk about the club and the auction right now—I hope you don't mind.

STARKE

Oh, of course not! I'm so sorry if I've offended you.

BELINDA

No, no, it's fine! (puts a hand on STARKE'S shoulder) Believe me, I would have been surprised if questions hadn't come up at some point. But getting back to the club, we think that this year's auction will go very well—each year, we've had higher and higher proceeds, and it's for such a good cause.

RYAN

(Somewhat suggestively) So what sorts of things are you auctioning off?

BELINDA

We've had a lot of donated items, Jamie; James Distributors has donated several cases of champagne, both for refreshments and as starter items; the girls have autographed photos...

RYAN

And other things, I'll bet.

BELINDA

That is true; we're each autographing various pieces of costumes we've used in the past...

STARKE

I understand some of your items did pretty well last year.

BELINDA

They did. I usually wait to autograph my items until after the winner comes to claim them. I think it adds a certain personal touch if I can write a message to the winner. You know, the people that come out to our auction don't have to bid, so I like to let them know in some small way that I appreciate it.

RYAN

Man, I'll bet you could write a novel on one of your bras!

(STARKE throws Belinda an apologetic look.)

BELINDA

(Slyly) Last year, I managed to get the Bill of Rights in, but it took both cups.

RYAN

(Blushing furiously) Um...ah...

STARKE

I think you've blown our cute little fox's mind, dear.

BELINDA

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

STARKE

Well, we're going to take a short break and pay some bills, and I'll try to reboot my partner.

STATION BREAK

STARKE

So you're really inflatable?

BELINDA

(Much less reluctant) That's right. Through and through.

RYAN

(Slowly recovering, taking a big sip of water) How does that work, exactly?

BELINDA

I was constructed from a very complex space-age polymer that contains nanomachines that can simulate muscles, so I have complete freedom of movement.

STARKE

Wow! But you're completely full of air?

BELINDA

That's right.

STARKE

What's that like? I mean, are you very light?

BELINDA

I wear weighted shoes when I'm not on stage, and often my outfits are a bit heavier than normal...

RYAN

Don't you worry about being popped? Like being punctured, or something?

BELINDA

Not really. My skin is very difficult to damage, not only because it's resilient, and tough, but because it's self-repairing.

RYAN

Do you mind if I...(reaches out)

STARKE

(angrily) Jamie! Please!

BELINDA

(smiling sweetly) No, it's all right, Melody. (to RYAN) Go ahead...

RYAN

(hesitantly) Um, thank you. (to STARKE) I'll behave. (He touches BELINDA gently on the shoulder, which is exposed by her off-the-shoulder blouse design.) Wow, that feels soooo...man, that's something else.

STARKE

Oh, yes. Very respectful. (But she moves closer.) I, uh...

BELINDA

(giggling, genuinely amused) Go ahead.

STARKE

(reaching out to BELINDA's other shoulder) Um, thanks...wow. I never would have thought you were inflatable to look at you, except that your coat is a little shiny...

BELINDA

Oh, that's the studio lights. I haven't adjusted my texture map to compensate for the brightness...

(The director gives a signal to let everyone know there are only 15 seconds left.)

RYAN

Texture...? Oh, man, I have so many questions. But we're on in 15...

BELINDA

No problem. We can talk more on the next break.

STATION BREAK ENDS

RYAN

And we're back on KCAT 105.7, the Starke and Ryan show! With us, we have the beautiful Belinda, who dances at the Fauna Club, and she's here to tell us about a charity auction...

BELINDA

That's right, Jamie, this Friday at 7:30 p.m., we're going to kick off the Fourth Annual Fauna Club Charity Auction to benefit the Make-A-Wish Foundation.

RYAN

Now, there's no nudity during the show.

BELINDA

That's right. But we are dressing up for this one—(mostly to RYAN) You know, we also look good with our clothes on!

(laughter)

RYAN

You get no argument from me on that score. Now, I also understand that high bidders can win dates with the artists...

BELINDA

We have agreements with several of the best area restaurants, so you can win lunch or dinner with specific dancers, and some of the lots offer your choice.

STARKE

But that's just dinner, right?

BELINDA

Well, if you win a dinner out with me, I won't be upset if you take me out to a play or a movie too!

(laughter)

But that's up to you. We do have a disclaimer that I will read at this point—(takes a sheet of paper out of her briefcase)—"Any dates with dancers are strictly to be held at public venues, and no offer of companionship beyond amiable conversation and various shared public events is expressly promised, implied, or expected in any way, shape, or form."

RYAN

Well, that's pretty strict.

BELINDA

We have not had a problem to date, but we wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong idea. (Winks)

RYAN

I, for one, have not the first notion of how someone like you could give someone the wrong idea.

STARKE

Hey, Jamie, how would you describe the color of Belinda's eyes? (winks at BELINDA)

RYAN

Well, I, ah... (holds up a hastily-scribbled sticky-note with the word "INDIGO!" on it; BELINDA giggles) They're very sparkly eyes... very, ah, pretty...

STARKE

(Grinning slyly) Let me guess...you weren't looking at her eyes, were you?

RYAN

Hey, it's tough enough hosting this show with a vixen like you. When there are two lovely ladies in the studio, I just can't deal, you know?

STARKE

(Teasingly) Silly fox.

BELINDA

(Smirking) Okay...I'll ask you an easier one, Jamie. You've hosted this show with Melody for something like eight years now—what color are her eyes?

RYAN

Oh, that's easy. Her eyes are amber!

STARKE

(Laughing) Dear, he memorized that years ago...

RYAN

(Seemingly offended) Now that simply isn't true, partner! (Doing a blatantly cheesy Sean Connery impression) I wrote it down so I wouldn't have to remember.

(Laughter)

STARKE

Oh, brother. On that note, I think we'd better play a couple of promos. We've been talking with Belinda, from the Fauna Club Gentlemen's Club in the City of Industry, just off the 605 on Santo Domingo Real and Logan, where they're having a charity auction at 7:30 this Friday, benefiting the Make-A-Wish Foundation.. Don't miss out! I'm Melody Starke...

RYAN

And I'm Jamie Ryan. You're listening to the Starke and Ryan Morning Show on 105.5 KCAT Radio—playing loud and proud with 100,000 Watts of sound all around!

STATION BREAK

RYAN

Well, that was great. You're really a natural at this.

BELINDA

Thank you. That's one of the reasons I do these interviews.

RYAN

It's funny, though—I would have guessed that you're kind of shy, despite the looks and the outfit.

BELINDA

I suppose I'm a closet introvert, but I do enjoy learning about other furs. I'm always surprised at how different you guys are on and off the air.

RYAN

Hey, we have a reputation to keep up. She's still the smart one off air, though.

STARKE

(Laughs) But he knows that, and so we argue a lot less when the mics are off.

BELINDA

So you two are...?

STARKE

No, we're just good friends.

BELINDA

But you get along so well together.

RYAN

Yeah, but it's...um, a bad idea to get married to a co-worker, and...

STARKE

We really want to keep the show interesting.

BELINDA

Of course. Speaking of which, I believe you had a few more questions?

RYAN

A few? More like a million. (To the director) Rich, can you stretch the break?

(The director nods.)

RYAN

So...you were talking about adjusting your coat...

BELINDA

Oh, that. I can texture-map my skin. Comes in handy when a girl wants to look her best.

STARKE

So what's your natural color?

BELINDA

Well, I don't know if I'd say it's a "natural" color...maybe "default." I'm a basic silver—the fur you "see" is part of the texture map. During my act, I often change to complement or even match the lighting. I'd like to think it adds an extra sort of panache to my act.

RYAN

Do you ever use your...uh, inflatability...as part of the act?

BELINDA

Of course! It enhances the sense of mystery—and some guys like the look, too.

RYAN

I can understand that!

BELINDA

(Smiling) I could tell by the way your scent changed when you touched me.

(RYAN makes a choking noise, and STARKE bursts out laughing.)

BELINDA

But when your scent changed, it kinda surprised me, Melody.

(Dead silence. STARKE blushes deeply.)

 BELINDA

(Smiles) Anyway, I don't flaunt my body more than you'd expect in my line of work, but I'm definitely comfortable in my own skin, so to speak.

STARKE

Do you get guys...uh, people trying to, like, experiment with you? Try to—

BELINDA

Pop me? Not often. Usually, it only takes one warning, but we did have a guy who had to be thrown out once.

RYAN

I take it that doesn't happen often?

BELINDA

Very rarely.

RYAN

Now, the club's no-touching policy would seem to make the dancers hard to approach as it is...

BELINDA

We're very friendly—overall, the attitude is more burlesque than anything else. Plus, the no-touching policy really only applies to, um, sexual touching. It's not like we can't shake paws, or hug, or stuff like that. But it's definitely PG-13 touching.

(The director gives the 15-second signal.)

STARKE

We gotta go back on...

RYAN

But it was great meeting you!

BELINDA

Likewise...maybe you'll both stop by the club and see me sometime. (Smiles)

RYAN

Sure!

(STARKE just smiles, but nods, as the spot music fades in.)

STATION BREAK ENDS



Belinda: Busted



It was only a tiny bump, but as soon as I felt it, I knew that I'd have to pull over. Sure enough, my sharp ears picked up the telltale hiss of a punctured tire. I put on my hazard lights, got over safely, and got the car stopped as quickly as I could to try to save the rim. At least I'd finally get some use out of that folding safety triangle reflector thing that came with my car's tool kit. I'm surprisingly strong considering my form, but given my light weight, I wasn't really sure how well that translated to changing a tire. Plus, I was wearing one of my favorite silk blouses, and it was really getting dark. I figured I'd see if some good Samaritan was willing to help a cute, innocent damsel-in-distress like me. Okay, maybe not so innocent.

As it happened, my good Samaritan came in a car with flashing red and blue lights. Great, I thought. Probably some married middle-aged beat cop who eats too many crullers. So I was more than a little surprised when the dark-clad figure who came out of the cruiser completely shattered my mental image. He looked like a larger-than-life statue that someone had given a police uniform, and his handsome leonine muzzle looked professional and matter-of-fact.

"Good evening, ma'am," he said, his voice a powerful rumble. "Got a..." his voice trailed off as he shined a flashlight in my direction and he got a good look at my body. I have that effect on people. "...flat?"

I couldn't resist. "Only my tire."

"Well, I'll get you back on the road in a jiffy," he answered, his slight Midwestern twang suggesting that he wasn't originally from around here. Sure enough, he handily got the ruined tire off and the good tire on, even bolting the old wheel down into the trunk after he had dropped it in practically without effort. I couldn't help but hope he was showing off on my account; though overall, he seemed to make a point of taking no notice of my appearance, I did see him glance my way once or twice.

"Thank you so much, Officer--"

"Dahlgren," he said, "Tom. Think nothin' of it. It's nice to be able to interact with a citizen without having to write 'em a ticket."

I smiled. "You're sweet."

"All part of the job, Ma'am. You're free to go, but, ah, I'll be happy to escort you for a few blocks just to make sure the new tire holds air."

"You can follow me anywhere," I said. What can I tell you? I've always had a thing for big fluffy cats.

"Uh...I, uh..." the big officer stammered. "I'm on duty..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fluster you, Officer," I said. And sure enough, he was blushing! "But...well, you've been so helpful, I feel like I should repay you somehow..." At this, I arched my back just a little. Bad wolf!

He recovered a bit. "Now if ya do too much of that, you will stop traffic, there, lady," he said, smiling.

"And then what? Will you have to run me off to the pokey?" I asked playfully.

"Welllll..." he answered, sensing that perhaps this was his lucky day, "if you'll have coffee with me after my shift is up, perhaps we can bargain it down to good behavior."

"You drive a hard bargain, sir," I said, and gave him my phone number. Good behavior, though, was the last thing on my mind.

Later that evening we met at an all-night diner that he enjoyed--and it turned out that they not only had really good, strong coffee, but some of the best pie I've ever had. The company was the best part, though.

As it turned out, my ears hadn't deceived me; he was originally from Duluth, and had come down here for college. After he got his MBA, he realized that he despised the corporate world: he didn't like not being able to speak plainly; he hated not even being able to describe his own job in one sentence; and he had a particular disgust for "creating value for shareholders," which to him translated to slashing costs at the expense of service and quality.

So he became a cop.

After going over the details of his own life, he apologized for going on so long. I put my hand on his. Here was a guy who could sum himself up in less time than it took for me to eat a slice of pie (and rather enjoying the subtle changes in his sweet face as he pretended not to notice me...savoring it), and he was worried about talking too much.

"I could stand to hear a little more," I said, putting a paw on his.

"That's awfully nice of you," he answered, "but I don't know anything about you...and I think I'd really like to."

Before the invention of the smartphone, guys like this wouldn't have been able to fit their proverbial Little Black Books in a reasonably-sized barn. Or at least, they shouldn't have been able to. The world would be a better place for it.

So I told him about...well, everything. How I started out as a technology demonstrator that somehow gained sentience in a freak accident and went on to parlay my exotic appearance and abilities into a successful career in the world of adult entertainment, and one or two various events that had led me to our chance meeting on the side of the highway. He blushed cutely as I went over some of the naughtier parts, of which there are many, but he didn't act judgmental. (I did leave out a few details, just in case the statute of limitations hadn't run out yet.)

"So there you have it," I finished. "Just a good time girl."

He smiled a cute half-smile. "There's more to you than that."

I arched an eyebrow at him coyly. "Is there, now?"

"Here's just what I can get from the superficial stuff. You drive a nondescript late-model sedan. Not ridiculously expensive, but roomy, efficient, handles well, rides nice, and is easy to get parts for. So when you're not working, you don't draw undue attention to yourself. You're wearing an off-white silk long-sleeved blouse that buttons all the way up and has a ribbon at the neck, over a dark purple skirt that comes down to the knee and wouldn't be out of place in an office. Simple flats in matching purple leather over sheer black stockings. The whole look is attractive without being flashy.

"Now, the hair...sandy blonde ringlets. Not exactly wash-and-wear, so either you do spend considerable time on it, or some of that technology that made you...you..." He paused and tried desperately not to let his gaze drop to my curves, "helps with the hairstyling."

I nodded, a little stunned. He was the first person ever to notice that, except for the scientist who created me!

"Makeup: fresh-faced. You don't need it anyway. So based on that, I figure you for a no-nonsense type who is always looking ahead, but doesn't forget what's going on in front of her. Am I getting warm?"

It was my turn to blush a little. He was getting warm, and wanted to warm him up in an entirely different way.

"Okay, Detective," I teased. "What kind of art do I like?"

"Tough call. The way you eyed the 'Nighthawks' print at the entrance when we came in tells me that you're not a big fan."

I shook my pretty head just a little. "No, I just thought it was one of the parodies at first. I like Hopper's style, though I am a complete sucker for Escher."

He brightened. "Now THAT tells me something," he said, his voice dropping to a low, sexy rumble. "You like simple, dramatic pieces, but also well-designed work that challenges your point of view. And you like variety."

"I do."

"So, your turn: what can you tell me about me?"

I smiled, letting my tongue touch my upper lip as if deeply in thought. I also kinda like the way it makes men stare. And he didn't disappoint. "You take pride in your appearance, but you also constantly take in the world around you. You like things you can understand, or things you can simplify. You don't do a lot of judging. You like character. I'm guessing you probably prefer paintings to sculpture, but that could just be because you mentioned it first...though I bet you strongly prefer literal to abstract, and that you like knowing how pieces are actually made--the process is just as important as the product."

Just then, the waitress brought the check, and I took care of it. "Huh," he said, after a long and thoughtful silence. "I'd say you pretty much nailed me."

I had to fight mightily not to say that I wanted to. The look in his eyes, and the abrupt change in his scent, suggested that he'd gotten the message. He walked me to my car, and I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for a wonderful time," I said, perhaps a little more breathily than I'd meant to. "Unless...?"

He smiled and whispered, "You know, I occasionally have this fantasy where a sexy lady will do anything to get out of a ticket..."

"The way you look, I wouldn't be surprised if you'd gotten offers," I said.

"Two problems," he said. "The dash cam...and none of the women ever look as good as you."

"Soooooo..." I said, blushing furiously under the street light. Problem two is solved. What about problem one?"

"Dash cam shuts off when I go off duty."

I was driving down a back road a bit later when I saw flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I pulled over, and after a moment, a certain familiar handsome lion walked to my window in measured steps. I tapped the button, and the window slid down.

"Is there a problem, Officer?" I asked sweetly.

"I'm going to need to see your license and registration, Miss."

I handed them over.

"Just as I thought," he said, every bit the Central Casting cop. "Your name, description, and vehicle match a person of interest I've been looking for. Step out of the car, please."

I got out, tentatively, saying, "I'm sure this has to be some kind of misunderstanding..."

He took one of my arms in a strong paw. As the warmth of his paw pads touched my skin, I felt a jolt of what I can only describe as pleasurable electricity. I gasped as he ratcheted a handcuff on my wrist; my nostrils filled with his scent. I had noted a touch of arousal at the diner. Now the arousal drowned out everything else. As I got lost in that, I felt him pull my arms gently together in front of me and cuff them together. "No, I don't think so, Miss. You're definitely the one I want."

Officer Dahlgren marched me to his vehicle, forcefully but not unkindly. Normally I'm not all that much into bondage, but he was pushing my buttons something fierce. He opened the back door and gently guided my head in. As I sat, I looked up, and said innocently, "There must be something I can do..."

"You're not trying to bribe an officer of the law, are you?" he asked, mock-suspiciously.

"Nothing of the kind," I answered, maintaining my tone. Something in the way his ears perked suggested that my warm voice was doing what I wanted it to. "I just think if you...got to know me, you'd find I'm not such a bad girl..."

"Perhaps I should investigate further, at that," he said, and climbed in after me as I slid over. He pulled me close, and I dove in for a kiss before he could say another word. He mmmmphed! happily and then relaxed into it, his warm, slightly rough tongue tentatively meeting mine after a moment or two, and I nestled into his big, strong arms, letting him just squeeze and kiss me.

After a bit, he started to nuzzle my neck. Now, normally I like this kind of attention from a partner more than a little, but adding the extra naughtiness of the handcuffs and a partner in full police uniform in the back of a squad car (which, thankfully, he kept a lot cleaner than I would have expected), and the warm, soft fur of his muzzle, made me powerless to resist.

I reached down and deftly undid his belt with my cuffed paws. He had already gotten almost fully erect, and he sighed a happy, shaky sigh as I freed his member through the vent in his black shorts. He pulled away from my neckline--with one end of the bow at my collar in his teeth, playfully untying it! As I gave him a look of mock disapproval, he managed to get a few of my buttons undone before I started really taking matters into my own paws, stroking his slick cock until it went from firm to rock hard. I noted, amused, that the windows had already begun to steam up.

Now, I could have done a great many things at that point, but since I was handcuffed and helpless, I thought it might be fun to restrain him as well. I moved down his legs, slowly away from that magnificent member, and smiled at him as he gave me a confused look. Then I slipped my arms around his feet, and slid slowly back upward, headed inexorably back up to his strong, slender hips, cute butt (I couldn't resist a little grab, and then a bigger one), and his gorgeous cock. I kissed and licked at it appreciatively, enjoying the happy groans he gave me as a reward.

"Oh, he's twitching," I gasped as his penis jumped a bit--and channeled the air from my inhalation directly into my breasts.

"Did you just inflate yourself?" he asked. "Feels tighter..."

"Yes, I did," I answered. I took another breath, pushing it too into my bosom. Then I slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt from the bottom with my teeth. I didn't want it getting messy, and if I was right, it was right in the line of fire. I couldn't reach past the third button up, but he got the idea very quickly and finished. I rewarded him by taking another very big breath.

As a result, my breasts were poised right over his cock, but that pesky silk blouse was still in the way. I wound up having to shift the air a bit so I could reach through his legs and unbutton it. I realized there was no way to take it completely off without breaking the scene, but...oh, what the hell, I thought. This was worth it.

Once I unfastened the last button, I shifted the air back, taking another big breath, slowly reinflating my breasts until they cradled his cock ever so tightly. He was already breathing heavily, but now that he realized what I was doing, he gave me a gorgeous approving smile, and grasped my shoulders gently. I rewarded him with another deep breath.

"Mmmm...We seem to have apprehended each other," he rumbled.

"That's okay," I answered. "I'm sure we'll get off with bad behavior." Yeah, corny, I know. But somehow he didn't seem to mind.

I started to rub him, and while he had already started to lubricate a little, I knew we would need more. He seemed to realize this, especially with the low rubbing noises as his flesh thrust against my inflated plastic, and when I pointed at my purse with my snout, he understood, and searched discreetly through it until he came up with the small bottle of lube that I keep for such situations.

"Just a little at a time," I said. "I want you to feel every bit of this." With each drop, I tightened, though, either by inflating or holding him more tightly. He and I started working into a happy, lusty rhythm; he started to really thrust with gusto in time with my moving up and down.

"Wow," I breathed, "I absolutely refuse to do it, but you probably get constant 'night stick' jokes from your girlfriends."

Tom grinned. "I never pounce and tell...God, that feels good, Belinda," he said, holding me with those marvelous strong paws. As much as I had inflated, he didn't even have to reach down much past his chest to do it. We kept moving with each other faster, to the point where I was bouncing against him even as he thrust tightly into my deep cleavage.

I decided to tease him. "My, Officer..." I said, "Do you search all your suspects this thoroughly?"

"No," he groaned happily... "But you seem to be carrying some deadly weapons..."

I laughed and bounced around against his glorious erection. "Mmmmm....you'll have to give me some solid pump action if you're going to disarm these weapons....you'd better fuck my inflatable tits good and proper!" I said huskily, gripping him tighter.

"Rmm..." he growled... "I'll...have you covered...!" He managed to give me a few more mighty thrusts before he lost control and splattered my shiny champagne-colored cleavage with thick sticky semen. I know he stopped after only a few seconds, but it just seemed to keep spurting out. I always feel so flattered when I get that kind of response--even when it gets in my hair, and the first few shots had done just that, slickly decorating my soft plastic face as they trickled down.

"You weren't kidding," I breathed. "Naughty boy."

He looked at me for a second, realizing just how much he had unloaded on me. "Oh, man, I didn't mean to...aw, no, your blouse is probably ruined."

I smiled at him, covered in his seed. "It happens. Although...."

"Is there something I can do for you, maybe?" he asked.

He really is a clever boy.

I slipped out of the handcuffs--not that difficult when you think about it--and cleaned myself off. "I can think of one thing..." I answered.

"Yes?"

"Reload."



Belinda: Buying Time



I've been asked to wear a nurse's outfit before--heck, I have several in different styles tailored to fit my form, depending on how realistic a client wants my act to get. Some just want the suggestion of a nurse-like character, while some want all the trappings and trimmings. So yes, I will wear the white PVC bikini hat and bra-and-panty set with the little red crosses on them if you like. It's cute, flirty, and fun, even if not particularly "realistic." On the other end of the spectrum, I have a few modern pairs of scrubs, and the classic 1940s white starched nurse's uniform. Some individuals enjoy roleplay, and I certainly count myself among them, so I enjoy indulging similarly minded clients.

This brings to mind perhaps one of the most daring, and at the same time, sweet, calls I had awhile ago. A male whose brother was on the decline wanted to give the old boy a thrill. While hardly an unusual request, it had a few interesting particulars. We met briefly on neutral ground as arranged by the agency. He seemed a nice enough fellow; a marmalade tabby beginning to go gray around the ears. In fact, I remember his eyes as particularly vibrant, and his fur luxuriant.

He motioned for me to sit. "Belinda," he said, offering a paw, "I'm Charlie. The agency recommended you very highly. I can't tell you how grateful I am that you took time to meet me today."  His tone was smooth, cultured...but not arrogant. He spoke perhaps the most perfect unaccented American English I had heard.

I smiled politely. "You flatter me, " I said. "Besides, I must say, the agency's specifics on this call were intriguing. This isn't to say that I don't get the occasional third-party booking, but..." I stopped. I had to ask. "Forgive me, but you seem strangely...familiar..."

He laughed. "You're not trying to pick me up, are you?" he asked, an avuncular humor draining any ill intent out of such a cynical line. "I kid. No, I get that a lot, but...well, let's just say that the look runs in the family."

I left it at that. Part of the role of a companion is discretion. "My apologies. In any event, I do have a few questions. I understand the costume you'd like me to wear, but... to a hospital? Forgive me, but that seems rather..."

"Tasteless?" he said, without rancor. "I mean no offense. But...I know my brother. He loves burlesque and dress-up. He comes from old-school vaudeville." Apparently my expression changed--I've always had one of those faces--because he smiled sadly at me. "Yes, we're that old."

"You must have seen a lot of amazing things."

He nodded. "Nearly everything under the sun. Good and bad," he answered. "Look, I'm going to level with you. Maury doesn't have a lot of time left." His perfect speech pattern seemed now to contain the very faintest of Broadway accents, with a hint of Yiddish. "I don't know how much longer he's going to be with us. Well, me, really. We're all we have left. If it's the money, I don't care. I'll double it..." I put my paw on his to stop him.

"Charlie. It's okay. I'll go."

"But wh..." I stopped him again.

"Because you're willing to buy my time for him, and because I'm willing to bet he'd do the same for you."

"Belinda, you're a saint!" he said, tears at the edge of those gorgeous amber eyes. He took both my paws in his, but I was having none of it. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. He smelled masculine, but in a natural way, with only a hint of plain old soap and a little deodorant betraying his old-world refinement.

"Not even close," I whispered, "but for you boys, I'll try."

There is something very, very strange about walking into a modern hospital wing wearing a short-sleeved white poly-cotton shirt dress with thin navy piping and tiny red crosses on the collars. I did at least have the presence of mind to avoid sticking out too much by wearing a long navy coat and leaving the hat off. Of course, I couldn't hide the black bag, which was part of the outfit, and stuck out like a sore thumb. At least that would draw attention away from the sensible shoes, which nobody but a nurse from the 1940s would wear. Fortunately, while the ward's chief nurse saw me coming and headed me off at the pass, she seemed to know what was up. Of course, she still gave me the third degree.

"Look, I understand a male needs a little thrill, especially since..." she trailed off. It's hard to explain the emotional impact of a stout Guernsey bovine two heads taller than me, in the business of healing, presumably used to dealing with death on a daily basis, unable to talk, and to see her face go from impassive and stoic to watching those big brown eyes of hers cast themselves downward. "You got one hour," she finally said. "And if we get any kind of alert from his monitors, you get your bouncy little ass out of here, you got that?"

I liked her. I nodded. There had never been a question.

"Good. You do what you gotta do."

I nodded again, and headed to his room: 2623: Maurice Katz. I donned my hat, secured it to my French-braided blonde hair with a hairpin, and knocked on the door. A weak voice called "Come in..."

I entered. Maury looked just like a much older version of his brother. "Who are you?" he asked. His eyes were lighter than his brother's, more gold than amber, but still well-focused and curious despite his age.

"Hello, Mr. Katz. I'm Belinda, and it's time for a..." I shrugged out of my light coat with a practiced motion, revealing that body-hugging nurse's uniform..."special checkup." I batted my eyelashes at him.

"Holy cats!" he exclaimed, seeming to forget himself. "They don't make nurses like you anymore. Errr..." He got a closer look at my figure. "Come to think of it," he said, returning to the cultured speech pattern he shared with his brother, "I don't believe they ever did. Believe me, I woulda remembered." Again at the end, he fell back to his natural accent.

I'm always flattered when a client loses himself a little.

"Okay, you got me, Mr. Katz...I'm not a real nurse. But I think I can make you feel a lot better," I said, in an innocent voice that I've since been told should be registered as a lethal weapon.

He grinned. "Honey, if we tried what I got in mind, it'd probably be the death of me," he said, pointing with a thumb to the machines next to his bed. "Though, I gotta be honest, I can think of worse ways to go..."

I sat down next to him on the bed. With all the tubes and connections, it was hard to find a safe place to even touch him. I managed, though; there's a reason I'm hard to book. He smiled deeply when my paw touched his chest, my fingers resting in his soft fur. It must have run in the family. "I'll do my best to take very good care of you," I said, winking conspiratorially.

"Heh. I wish you'd come along to take care of me 50 years ago, toots. Back when I was touring with my brother, in the early years, I'd'a married a curvy doll like you in a heartbeat." He looked me up and down appreciatively, in a way that only very wise and sweet old men can really get away with.

"You are such a flatterer, Mr. Katz."

"Maury, please."

"Maury, then."

"So did my brother put you up to this? He knows I'm goin' stir crazy in here. They won't tell me how much time I got left, but the news ain't good."

I nodded. "Your brother's a good guy," I said, and meant it.

"He's the best," he said, a lifetime of meaning behind the words.

A little while passed; I stroked his fur and he purred almost boyishly. I think he may have nodded off for a few minutes, but then he reached up and ran a paw along my champagne-colored arm. "What the...are you wearin' some kinda body suit under there?" he asked.

"Not exactly." I gave him a brief explanation of my origin, complete with mad science, plastic skin, inflatability, air pressure, and the like. It felt a bit like I was pitching myself as a burlesque act, which in a way, I guess I was.

"Gee whiz," he said. "You really are a doll!" Then his face fell. "Aw, geez, I'm such a schmuck, I didn't mean nothin' by that..."

I leaned in close and whispered. "Relax, Maury. You are so far, if not the sweetest male I've ever met, definitely in the top five. And...I kind of am a doll. Besides...." and I paused for comedic timing as best I could. "I'm not that thin-skinned."

We had a good laugh, and I started to pet him again. It's strange how much my sensor system reacts to different textures. His too: Maury relaxed visibly and rested. We chatted about his vaudeville days, and it turned out that I had seen a bunch of his movies on various internet archives. He had had a string of short relationships with actresses and singers, but had never found the right one. He sadly admitted that part of it was that he tended to fall in love with his co-stars, and they with him, but they weren't able to keep relationships going past the end of a film shoot or a theatrical run. He apparently had a thing for curvaceous types like me, and they for dashing, wiry gents like him.

"But it wasn't all bad," he said. "At least I still had my health, up until a few years ago. And thankfully, Charlie and I managed to put a few bucks together between us for our golden years. So it's been a good run. Not all of it in the spotlight, granted, but at least I never got shuffled off to Buffalo."

I nodded. "A very good run. I found your movies not too long ago, and I've loved every one of them. So if you'll indulge me, I'd like to put on a little show for you."

He grinned. "My dear, I would be honored. I can't promise you a standing ovation, but you will definitely have my full attention."

With that, I smiled, kissed him on the nose, and started my music player. I had a good burlesque-quality playlist set up...nice and soft, considering the setting and an audience of just one. The shoes, while not flattering to my calves, at least allowed me to pull off some decent moves as I flirted and teased him mercilessly. By the end of "In These Shoes," I had inflated my chest enough that two buttons "accidentally" came undone. I paced myself, partially for his benefit and partially for his health, but by the end of the second song, "Big Spender," I was down to pasties, garter belt, seamed stockings, and a stethoscope. And the hat. The hat does not come off for this act.

He applauded as best he could. "That was sensational, doll. You're a natural. Relatively speaking."

I leaned on the bed and petted him a bit more. "You're a great audience," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Maury purred softly in my ear.

"Is it...okay if I touch you back?" he asked, hesitantly.

I put on my best dutiful nurse act. "In your specific case, I think a thorough mutual examination is definitely in your best interest." I put my stethoscope on his heart, and pretended a certain clinical demeanor as I ran my paws up and down the parts of his body that were not attached to various hospital equipment. He petted me back, making no pretenses, unable to hide an almost boyish delight as his paws stroked and squeezed and groped. "Oh, dear," I said, "it looks like you have some serious stiffness right here." His rampant erection was clearly visible under the sheet.

"Well, I couldn't get the entire audience out of their seats, but at least I got one member standing up," he said, grinning weakly.

"So I see. Well, we'll just have to get him settled down. It would simply not do to have the other staff observe this." I hit him with the full force of that innocent act.

He winked at me while he held my rounded hips. "I'm sure I'm in very good hands."

"Hands?" I whispered, leaning close so that my bouncing bosom hovered over his head. "Yes, I suppose we could do that too if the first treatment isn't enough."

---

About six weeks later, I received a handwritten note from Charlie.

Belinda,

I regret to inform you that my brother Maury passed away two days ago. Thankfully, he went in his sleep, and apparently there was no pain. I will miss him deeply; in fact, I have to confess that I find it very difficult to write these letters to people he has known, because each one reminds me that I have lost my best friend. I have to remind myself that everyone else he befriended deserves to know, too, as painful as that will be.

Even though you only met him once, though, I cannot thank you enough for how you treated him. I don't think anyone else could have gone into the room of a dying male and offer him so much joy in so short a time. His condition actually improved for a few days after your visit, and I like to think it was because of you. I have enclosed directions for his memorial service, and if your schedule permits, I would be deeply honored if you would come to pay your last respects. Additionally, if there is ever anything I can do for you, name it. You gave my brother perhaps one of the last few happy memories he got, and that means the world to me.

Sincerely yours,

Charlie