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Business Proposal

By: magmaman



I met the woman I married at a grocery store of all places. In fact, even more unlikely it was one AM, I got home earlier a bit after 11 that night from my 3 PM to 11 PM swing shift packing paper bags into bundles.

Exhausted, I had plopped down on the couch, flicked on the late news and grabbed my paper. Of course I dozed off, waking up just after midnight hungry.

No human being should ever be forced to work two weeks of day shift, then two weeks of swing, then graveyard and start all over again.

I was always hungry at strange times, I pooped at strange times. I slept when I felt like it, nothing ever settled into any kind of anything normal.

I checked my tiny kitchen, there was the usual few cans of beans I never touched and some soup, that wasn't going to do. I needed eggs and bacon and maybe some finely grated spuds, so off down the street I went.

It was just six blocks to the all night store, and one of those late summer days that never cool off, so I was wearing my cheap blue work jeans and a t-shirt. I still smelled like fresh made paper and sweat, I knew, but I didn't care. I hadn't even brushed my teeth, let alone washed my face and hands.

I found some eggs, the big jumbo ones I like. Coming around the corner to get a pound of bacon, there she stood. She was looking at some sacks of oranges, holding one up closely to her face to read the label. 

I came right to a stop.

Her hair was every color hair can be, it flowed in waves down over her shoulders. She was slender, wearing jeans and a cutoff t-shirt. It was the hair that got my attention since I couldn't see her face, but redheads make me weak in the knees. She sensed me standing there, looked over her shoulder and smiled.

It was suddenly daylight in the store!

"I'm sorry, am I in your way?" She said, as I stood there with a stupid look on my face.

"Uhhh...no. I just need to get some bacon."

She moved her cart aside, I went on past her and picked up a package. She rolled her cart right up beside me.

"Did you look at this brand?" She asked, picking up a package I never buy, way too expensive.

"No, I usually...." That was all I got out.

"See, this one is a full pound, that one is only 12 ounces. Plus look here." She flipped the little tab on the back, it showed that the strips were meaty and thick. Then she flipped the tab on the one I had picked, it had tiny thin little strips of darker meat, it was mostly just fat.

"I never really noticed." I said, taking the package she picked and putting it in my cart.

"Good food really matters, and it pays to check." She smiled at me.

I thanked her, went down to the piles of potatos. She followed right along. It actually was a bit odd, usually if I saw someone in the store I liked the looks of, all that happened was they might smile and we would pass in two different directions.

I was selecting some of the big baker type spuds I like. She started picking some of them and looking each one over, then either handed it to me or put it back.

"You work at the paper mill, don't you?"

"Yes, how did you know?" I answered, suspecting she could probably smell the stuff.

"Paper dust on your t-shirt." She giggled, flicking at a few bits on my shirt.

Now she was actually touching me, another surprise.

"My dad works there." She said.

"Oh."  I managed. Out at one of the bars I can usually come up with some kind of clever pickup line, but here I was stone cold sober and she was right in front of me. No time to check her out and think of something to say.

All I could think of was I wished I had brushed my teeth at least. I was trying to turn my head so she couldn't smell my breath but pay attention at the same time. She was really cute. I thanked her and headed for the checkout. Setting my items on the little conveyor, she bumped into me from behind.

"Oh, sorry!" She said again, still smiling.

"That's OK, I liked it." I wisecracked.

She giggled like I was one of the best standup acts around, then her hand came up and brushed her hair back from her face. She had pretty green eyes, a cute round face and....freckles.

"Say, would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" I asked her, taking a shot.

"No, thank you." I felt a momentary shot of disappointment.

"But I would like a cup of tea."

"Tea it shall be!", I smiled.

That was the start, Patty and I were an item just like that. The third date we ended up at her apartment, had a heavy necking session.

Within another week we were playing with each other's naked bodies, but no actual sex. She told me she was saving herself for marriage and she meant it. But she had no reservations at all about stroking me to climax, in fact, she seemed to delight in doing that. It was more than just delight, she was eager. I did my best to do the same for her, then one evening I was kissing the soft hairs on her stomach and I went a bit lower.

"No, don't do....that." she muttered, her hands tugging at my hair.

I just kept on, as soon as my lips touched her, she changed her mind. It didn't take long before she returned the favor, we ended up in several fantastic 69 sessions.

Patty had freckles everywhere.

We did the meeting Mom and Dad bit, they were nice normal conservative people, he worked in the mill like I did so we talked about work and fishing trips and all the usual.

My Mom and Dad had seperated when I was young, I grew up cared for by my Aunt Betty. Aunt Betty had passed away when I was 20, she left the house to me. I hadn't seen either of my folks since I was very young, my Dad was overseas somewhere and I had no idea where my Mother was. I got a card each year at Christmas and on my birthday from Dad, nothing from my Mother at all.

I liked the idea of a real family, I liked the idea of being with Patty, so I asked her to marry me. She jumped into my arms all happy, then we had to go ask her folks.

Her Dad shook my hand and told me it was about time, her Mom actually cried.

True to her word, Patty was a virgin that first night. I wasn't exactly, but I might as well have been. I could write and say it was wonderful, the truth is it was a struggle. It hurt her, and it took us quite a long time. I kept starting and stopping, finally we managed but barely.

The truth was she liked being stroked and teased, she liked my lips brushing her. So the next night that is what we did, afterwards we slept snuggled up tight and happy, satisfied. Patty was always eager for sexual play, oral sex.

The few times we actually had intercourse she tended to stiffen up and allow it but I could tell it was uncomfortable for her.

Finally I sat down with her and we discussed that, I felt something was wrong but she didn't. She told me that she just liked the things we did together, she just didn't really like me pushing into her. I finally convinced her that we needed to see a doctor, get checked out.

After the physicals, the kind elderly Doctor explained that Patty had what he called an abnormal vaginal opening, it was very small. That combined with my being a bit larger than normal made it difficult, even painful for her.

Patty admitted to him that it was extremely painful which surprised me, she hid that well when we tried. I knew she was uncomfortable but serious pain? I felt guilty somehow at that, thinking of all of my attempts, the coaxing I had tried.

The answer of course was mild surgery, and it worked. For the surgery, she had to be completely shaved.  I really liked that, and after she was fully healed we tried it again and I slipped inside with little effort. Patty reacted slowly at first, then she turned into a crazy woman as she had her first vaginal orgasm.

"I never realized." She purred, laying with her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, she had tears in her eyes. It was almost like we were beginning again, there was a very long period there where I was completely satisfied. I was always excited to get off work, and hurry home to her.

She kept herself completely shaved, realizing my delight in that. After awhile, she started going to a nearby spa for waxing. That made her feel even softer, our lovemaking became a three or four times each week thing, regular as clockwork.

It wasn't long before little Carl came along, then just a year later Carla joined our family. Carl was her Dad's name and Carlita was her Mom's, so we did that to honor them.

They both worshipped our two little bundles of mayhem, I am sure that given the chance they would have just kept them. The kids were over at what they called Grandma's as much as they were at home with us, it seemed.

Spoiled beyond the point of reason. Our life was perfection. Except for that damned mill.

Then one day I was swinging a bundle of paper bags up onto the conveyor belt when I felt a tug in the small of my back. I didn't pay too much attention to that at first, but as the day wore on it got worse and worse. By the end of my shift I was in agony.

It didn't get any better in the days to follow. I saw the Doctor, he checked me and took X-rays, prescribed some pills. All those did was make me feel slow and confused. I took a leave of absense from my job, I had several weeks of time saved up.

One day I was outside, my neighbor came over to the fence to chat. He was an older man, retired. He spent most of his time making sure that every single blade of grass in his yard was exactly the same length.

"Hurting, Danny?" He asked me, noticing the back brace I had strapped on.

"Yea, and it doesn't seem to be getting any better. The Doc gave me some pills, says it is just muscle strain, but that isn't helping."

"Gotta get some blood flowing in there, hey, I have someone who can help you." He went inside his house, came back out and handed me a card.

I looked at it. "Lynn's massage therapy." It read, and just a phone number.

"I don't think...."

"Hey, she is magic, give her a try. What do you have to lose?" He helped himself to a cold one out of my cooler and plopped down, we talked about football the rest of the afternoon.

I stuck the card in my pocket, forgot about it. The next day Patty came into the living room holding the business card.

"What's this?"

"Oh, Jack from next door gave me that, he said she can help my back."

"Are you going to call her?"

"I hadn't planned on it."

"Why not? The Doctor isn't helping, and the Chiropractor didn't either, maybe..?

"Oh, all right." I said, a little crabby from hurting so bad. I picked up the phone and called.

"Lynn's.", A soft voice answered.

I asked about getting an appointment, she asked who I was referred by. I explained that it was my neighbor, Jack Hanson.

"Oh, yes. Jack. Very well, I will schedule you." She gave me an appointment time for later the same afternoon at 3 PM.

I was right on time, Lynn answered at my knock.

She was about 6 feet tall, her shoulders were broader than mine. There was no way possible for a woman to be more homely. I looked at her bare arms, the muscles bulged.

I decided I was going to die.

"Have you ever had a massage before?" She asked.

"No."

"Well, take off your clothes and get on the table. I can help you if you need me to." She stood there expectantly.

"I can manage." I told her. 

"Ok." She sat down in a nearby chair.

Did she expect me to just strip down and....?

I guess she did, she gave no sign of leaving while I undressed.

Blushing, I pulled off my back brace, tugged off my shirt. I glanced at her, she just sat there watching me. I undid my belt, dropped my trousers and stood there.

"Those too." She said, smiling, looking me up and down.

With a sigh, I quickly slid my briefs down and off. I turned and slid face down on the soft table, totally aware of her eyes on me the entire time. She stood up and walked over to the table, poured some kind of lotion on her hands and rubbed them briskly. Then she reached out and placed her hands on me.

"Oh, my!", She said. Then she went to work.

I was not sure how or why, but within a few minutes the ache in my back began to fade. In just a few minutes more I was totally relaxed.

Then I started to erect. I felt my face flush at that happening.

I did everything I could to keep from doing that to no avail, her hands just kept right on stroking the length of my body which wasn't helping the situation one damned bit.  She did long sweeping motions, starting at my shoulders, down my sides. Her fingers seemed to flow over and around each muscle, up over my bare fanny and down my legs. My mind somehow followed each stroke, as her hands came down my sides, she let her fingers enter between the cheeks of my ass, actually brushing across my testicles with every motion.

Hell, it was all I could think of.

I was now completely erect, my cock was down between my legs and trapped by the weight of my body. She reached underneath me at my hip, lifted slightly. She reached in with the other hand and grasped my penis, moving it to a more comfortable position.

"There, is that better?" She asked, her hands returning to the magic.

"Yes, thank you." I managed, now really blushing. I was now feeling no stabs of pain at all.

"OK, can you turn over? I can help if you need me to."

"I...Sorry, I have an...."

"No problem, I have seen men before, let's get you over on your back."

She reached down and rolled me to my side, gave a little tug on my body, then rolled me the rest of the way over onto my back. It was like my 180 pounds was nothing to her.

I blushed furiously as my rock solid 8" member came into view, still unsure if she would be offended although she had nonchalantly touched me before.

"Feeling better, I see! Well, let's get rid of that, it will be in the way."

Her hand wrapped around me, she gave my erection a few vigorous strokes. That is all it took and I blasted off. Lynn just reached for a towel, wiped me down, then she went back to work.

I was startled at that at first, but she just went back to rubbing my body. I had forgotten that I was hurting, the pain had somehow gone away. She worked for another 20 minutes or so, then rubbed me down with a hot damp towel to remove the lotion.

"Ok. all done. How do you feel?" She smiled sweetly at me. Somehow she didn't look as homely any more.

I sat up, there was no real sensation of pain, if anything, my back felt mildly numb. I reached back and felt my hips, much of the swelling was gone.

"Jack was right, you are magic!" I told her, standing up and reaching for my clothes.

"How did that go?" Patty asked me when I got back to the house.

"Fine, I was surprised, she really did help." I said, thinking it was perhaps best that I didn't tell her all of it. Lynn had just relieved my erection, it meant nothing, I decided.

It was two full days before my back started into the constant ache again, for those two days all I felt was a rare tug now and then. I mentioned to Patty that my back was starting to hurt again.

"Call that lady up and see if she can help again, Danny." She told me. I thought about that, feeling a tiny pang of guilt. But Lynn really had helped me with my sore back.

So I called, Lynn booked me again. The second session was the same as the first, just magic. She even started out differently, used different angles. I began to erect again, she simply relieved that as if it was perfectly normal and went on working. I began to understand that to her it was perfectly normal, just part of the job.

Again I left her office with little pain. Over time, it got so that it was a week, then longer before I felt my hips begin to swell.

In between, Patty and I had some energetic lovemaking sessions, that was wonderful because when I was hurting so badly I just could not manage. It wasn't as frequent as normal but Lynn was taking the edge off my being horny about every few days. I was also back to working my shift, too. I wore the brace and that helped.

Then finally the pain was gone and never came back. I didn't need to see Lynn as much, that dropped to once a month, then every couple of months.

But now I was interested in what it was that Lynn did, how she could help with her hands what Doctors just failed completely to do. I found a local college, decided to take some courses. I went to classes when I could, it wasn't easy as the constant shift work meant I sometimes had to wait a couple of months to cycle back into each class.

One day I was finally finished, I took the State exam, passed it easily. I even ran some ads, got a few clients. By then I had come to realize that Lynn was unique, different from all of them. The State had rules, on everything from how warm the room had to be to what we could touch, silly rules about careful draping. I became quite expert at tying adult diapers out of a simple sheet.

I really didn't mind that much, I was far more interested in the healing part of it. I had Patty at home and she was always willing and eager. I had noticed that Patty changed a bit, the sweaters and T-shirts, jeans that were her usual attire became pretty blouses and skirts.

Even are rare neighborhood parties she was dressed nicely, I guess foxy would be the term. Nothing blatant, she just looked sexy all the time.

I liked that, too. Patty was the one that suggested to a neighbor lady that she have me work on her, the woman had complained about her shoulders bothering her. I did, one thing led to another and several of them were calling for an appointment. Even Jack from next door stopped in once a month. It really helped our meager finances, we started to build a small savings account.

I never had any real problems with any of the people I worked on, except a couple of the male clients got obvious erections, but I just ignored that, We had learned in class that sometimes that was normal. I worked on Jack's wife a few times, too, her name was Harriet. I could see why Jack liked her so much, she was in fine shape for being in her 60's. Plus she was a little bit naughty, the first session I came into the room and she lay there on her stomach with no drape, that surprised me. But I just picked up towel and lay it across her bare fanny, and went on like nothing happened. When it came time to roll over she just did, bare to the waist. She had implants and good ones, I was looking at 25 year old titties on a 60 year old body.

I just went on like that was normal, I really did have a pretty good tableside manner.

I was really enjoying my life.

I would have just quit my job at the mill and done massage full time, even though by now I had moved up to inspector and made better money. But I also knew that 6 to 8 clients each month was not going to pay the bills. I did have ads running, 90% of the calls came from men hinting around about happy endings. 

Patty answered the phone a few times and got in on some of that, that was funny. The first time or two she got a funny look on her face, then handed me the phone, saying, "I think this is for you!" With a laugh.

Then one day I came in and she had some guy on the phone and was teasing him, asking all sorts of leading questions. She held one finger up to her lips at me and went back to the conversation, giggling at some of his comments.

Finally she ended the conversation by telling him she wasn't licensed but her husband was but he was completely legitimate. The guy didn't seem too interested in that, she hung up. I asked her what all that was about, she giggled and told me he was funny, so she was having fun. I told her that maybe she shouldn't do that or she might find herself having to whack one of them off while I rubbed his shoulders.

She just laughed, went back into the kitchen. Sometimes Patty was a surprise to me.

It had been well over a year since I had had a session with Lynn, so one day on impulse I called.



Business Proposal



"Hey, Charlie." I said to my husband as he kissed my neck. I was sitting at the kitchen table paying our monthly bills by computer. It was 10PM and my husband had just gotten home from work. It wasn't unusual for him to work 12-hour days as manager of a Rustler's Steakhouse. I asked, "How was work?"

"Slow," he said wearily flopping down in the chair across the table from me. "Two waitresses didn't show up for their shift but it was so slow we didn't need them anyway. How are the kids?" 

"The kids are fine and have been in bed for two hours," I sighed then frowned at the computer display of our bank account. 

Charlie read my mood, "What's wrong, Tilly?"

Pushing errant strands of blonde hair from my face, I said, "We have too many bills and not enough money in the checking account to cover them. It's like this every month. Pay this bill off, pay partial on that bill, and put one off for another month. It gets so old."

"I know things are tight right now," Charlie admitted with a sigh, "I'm not going to make a bonus this month either. You think Dr. Proctor could give you some extra hours?"

I shook my head negatively, "Dr. Proctor was semi-retired when I started as his receptionist two years ago. He plans to fully retire next year. Maybe I can get another part-time job."

"What bills are left?"

"The credit card, we can skip payment this month but they'll add interest next month." I furrowed my brow, "We can pay the interest on the house and skip the principle. That leaves enough for half of the electric bill, they won't like it but at least they won't turn off the lights."

Charlie kissed my forehead and said, "I love you, my financial wizard."

"I wish I were a wizard then I could make money appear out of thin air," I sighed then added, "It's late let's go to bed,"

The next morning, I let Charlie sleep-in while I got the kids up, fed and off to school via the carpool. Taking a mug of coffee I went upstairs to wake him. Pausing for a moment I studied the sleeping figure of my husband. His pepper colored hair was heavily salted with flecks of gray. He had gained some weight since we had married thirteen years ago and his busy work schedule gave him little time for the gym, so a paunch had developed where his once flat midsection had been. Work and worry had left him with the body of a man much older than his thirty-eight years age. Although, his body wasn't what it used to be, his cock still managed to give me a thrill. 

I spotted his erection hidden beneath his boxers with a mischievous grin I purred, "What are you dreaming about, Charlie?"

Sitting the mug of coffee down, I traced my fingernail along his hard cock. I giggled as it throbbed and danced beneath my touch. Suddenly, it poked through the fly of his underwear drooling pre-cum. I giggled and smeared his dribble around the cockhead before I gave it a kiss. The salty taste proved intoxicating, so I ran my tongue around the circumference of the helmet of his cock chasing the last drop of his sap. My handiwork roused a moan from him as he awoke.

"Good morning Charlie," I chuckled before momentarily swallowing his entire swollen cock.

He murmured, "What the...that feels so good, Baby."

I traced the length of his shaft with my tongue and was rewarded with his groan of pleasure. With his cock suitably lubricated I stroked it while I sucked the head into my mouth. I glanced up at my husband, he rolled his eyes and slapped the mattress like a fighter trying to tap out. It gave me pleasure to give Charlie pleasure, so I licked, sucked and played with his hard cock with varying speed, rhythm and intensity. I gently caressed his testicles and then upped the pace of the hand strokes to take him to the edge of orgasm then I purposely slowed down.

"You...you're....tort....torturing... me," Charlie hissed as he tapped the mattress again.

I felt his cock swell in my mouth. In my hand his testicles began to contract. I knew he was ready to cum. I gulped down his entire cock. With his cock deep in my throat my tongue was immobilized so I was unable to suck it. But, I knew Charlie would become extremely stimulated by the tightness of my throat. Since I couldn't suck I swallowed, an action that shuddered along the entire length of his cock that caused him to moan with pleasure.

Charlie sobbed with joy when I teasingly licked his scrotum when my mouth reached the base of his cock. He cried out as his hot cum splattered against my tonsils. He cried, "Cum, cum, cum." 

I swallowed every bit of my man's goo then cooed, "Feel better, Baby."

"Are you kidding? What a great way to start the day. What time is it?"

"Time for you to get up and get moving," I said stripping off my nightie. I noticed Charlie's cock had remained erect as he studied my nude body with a certain gleam in his eye. 

"Have I told you, I love you today?" he asked.

I shook my head negatively making my large breasts jiggle, "Nope."

"I love you today," he said with a grin as he reached for me. "Why don't you crawl back in here so I can show you how much I love you."

"Nothing doing, Mister, you need to get to work. We got bills to pay."

"I know it," he whined then added, "I just hate to waste a perfectly good hard-on."

Laughing, I grabbed Charlie by his erection and led him to the bathroom. Steam filled the bathroom after I turned the hot water on in the shower. I stepped into it and oohed as the hot water generated goose bumps on my cooler flesh.

Charlie took the bar of soap from me after he joined me in the shower. He lathered my breasts and said, "I appreciate you, Tilly."

"What do appreciate, Charlie? Me, waking you up with a blowjob?" I asked soaping and tugging on his hard cock. 

He laughed, "Not just that, I appreciate everything you do. You're a great mom, a passionate lover and you stretch our dollars. I appreciate that you take of all my needs."

"It's my pleasure. Do you have a specific need that requires care?" I asked giving Charlie's hard cock a fierce tug for emphasis. I dropped his cock and turned my back to him. Grasping the shower head I rose up on my tip-toes and pushed my butt in his direction. I looked over my shoulder and said to him as the water cascaded off my body, "Want to fuck me?"

"You betcha," groaned Charlie. His cock penetrated my pussy with a single forceful thrust. He kneaded my breasts and gently pinched my nipples until I squealed with delight. Taking the initiative, I swiveled my hips rapidly up and down on Charlie's hard cock. I giggled as he groaned. Then I changed the rotation of my hips by twirling my hips in a figure-eight pattern on his cock.

When Charlie could stand my teasing no more, he began thrusting into me with urgency. Growling and groaning his rapture. His hands sled from my breasts down to my hips and he used them to support himself as he rapidly rocketed his cock in and out of my pussy.

I braced myself against the shower, enjoying the pounding Charlie was giving me. My breasts swayed to and fro with the rhythm of his thrusting hips. At the breakneck pace Charlie was going, I knew he was going to cum and soon. I reached between my thighs and pushed my palm against my clit. The pressure brought me to the adorable abyss of ecstasy. I chattered confused syllables of love and lust to my husband, "Fuck good... hard cock... I love... love you, Charlie."

Unexpectedly, Charlie's soapy finger penetrated my puckered butthole. I yelped at the violation. My pussy contracted with orgasm. My knees went weak and started to buckle. If Charlie hadn't had such a firm grip on my hips I would have fallen. I shook the dizziness from my head.

The spasms of my cunt convulsing around Charlie's cock sent him over the top. He pushed his cock into me as far as he could and unloaded. He was buried so far inside me that he had actually lifted me completely off my feet with his cock.

Once my comet like climax spent itself, I came crashing back down to reality. I rasped, "We need to get ready for work."

Charlie's cock had finally softened and plopped out of me with a wet thwack. With his balls satisfactorily drained he finished washing up and hurried out of the shower. He shaved, dressed and headed off to work.

I waited until Charlie had finished shaving before I stepped out of the shower. I thought about trimming my bush up but decided against it. My cunt was super-sensitive at the moment. I knew if I gave it anymore attention I'd end up pleasuring myself again and I didn't have the time.

After patting myself dry I ran a comb through my bobbed blonde hair while waving the whirring blow-dryer over it. When my hair was dry I studied my-nude-self in the mirror. I scooped up one of my large breasts and smiled at my reflection, "Not too bad after nursing four kids."

"A bit too hippy," I grimaced, as my eyes trailed down my 5'2" frame. I was thirty pounds heavier than on my wedding day, thirteen years ago. I smacked my ass. The sharp slapping sound echoed off the bathroom wall. With a half-grin I said, "At least I can still get Charlie's cock hard."

I took concealer and padded it under my blue eyes. Then dabbed a finger into my lightest eye shadow color and pressed it into the inner corner of my eye to make my eyes pop. Picking up a subtle shade of red lipstick that wouldn't take attention away from my eyes, I puckered my lips in the mirror and colored my lips. I nodded pleased with the result. I left the bathroom and put on a blue pants suit that would also compliment my eyes. I left for work.

While I sat at my desk in Dr. Procter's lobby babysitting the phones and searching the classifieds Leon Jackson appeared. He was the Midwest sales rep for a medical supply and diagnostic equipment distributor.

Leon was an attractive black man with a shaved head and a Van Dyke beard. His two hundred pounds matched his fit six foot frame. His coal-colored complexion made his smile seem whiter. The resonating baritone timbre of his voice made my quim involuntarily quiver as he asked, "Hey Pretty Lady, looking for a better job?"

I nodded, "I love working for Dr. Proctor. Unfortunately with all our bills I need a job that pays more. Do you know of anything?"

Leon thought for a second then said, "Maybe, let me get back to you."

"Thanks. You know Dr. Proctor isn't going to buy anything, why do you keep stopping by?"

Leon laughed his masculine tone reverberating in the atmosphere, "I know the Doc's about ready to retire. I really stop to see you. If you were the only person I saw in St. Louis it'd be worth the trip from Chicago."

"Flattery will get you everything, Smooth Talker," my voice rasped with a surge of sexual excitement. I crossed my legs as my pussy dampened on its own volition. 

"I wish," he said with a wink then went in to the doctor's private office.

Twenty minutes later Leon and Dr. Proctor emerged back into the lobby. Leon shook the doctor's hand and said, "Let me know Doc, the sale price on the diagnostic set is good for another two weeks."

"Leon, you know I don't need any new equipment but I will take a gross of tongue depressors." Dr. Proctor gave Leon a good-natured pat on the shoulder then went into Exam Room One. 

I gave Leon my told-you-so smile as he approached my desk.

He smiled back and said, "I have a business proposal I'd like to discuss you with over dinner."

I frowned, "Leon, you know I'm married."

"Yes, I do. I said it was a business proposal. It may just help you with your financial concerns. Are you interested?"

"Of course I am interested but I need to make some arrangements for my children and..." I looked into Leon's eyes to gauge his response, "... inform my husband."

Without batting an eye of ulterior motive, Leon said, "Of course, doesn't your husband own a restaurant or something? We could meet there."

Feeling assured that he wasn't up to anything nefarious I said, "He's the manager of a Rustler's Steakhouse. What time would you like to meet?" "How about seven?"

"Great." I wrote down the restaurant's address and gave it to Leon.

"See you at seven. If you can't find a sitter give me a call." He handed me his business card.

A few hours later I sat across from Leon at my husband's steak house. We ordered supper and my husband dropped by our table. Both men shook hands after I made introductions, each of them sized up the other as they gripped hands. With primeval realization I crossed my legs as my pussy dampened, I was the female that the males were posturing over.

My husband left to attend his managerial duties as our steaks arrived. Leon and I made small talk while we ate. As we drank our after-supper coffee I asked, "So what's this business proposal?"

Leon sat his coffee cup down and reached into his suit pocket pulling out a small envelope the size of a credit card. He placed it on the table top and scooted across to me. Smiling he said, "A businessman appreciates that time is money. This is to show you that I value your time."

I picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a pre-paid debit card with two hundred and fifty dollars on it. I asked, "And what am I expected to do for this much money?"

Leon laughed. His baritone pitch reverberated through my core making my pussy puddle and I found myself crossing my legs again. His voice was full of humor as he said, "You've already done it. I figure an hour of your companionship is worth two hundred and fifty dollars."

"Why two hundred and fifty dollars an hour?" I asked raising my eyebrows in confusion.

"My attorney charges me three hundred and fifty dollars an hour but he's been to law school. I think two hundred dollars for an hour for your time is fair. I'll even pick-up the check for supper. Just listen to my proposal. The debit card is yours whether you agree to it or not."

"Okay, I'm listening." I nodded and took a sip of coffee.

"I want you to spend some time with me. I will pay you a hundred dollars an hour for your companionship. Tomorrow is my 50th birthday and I don't want to spend it alone."

Frowning, I asked, "Leon, what exactly are you proposing?"

"The Japanese have a custom called enkō which means compensated dating. Men who are not looking for a permanent mate will pay women for their companionship."

My eyebrows knitted together in shock, "Do you think I'm a whore?"

Leon reached across the table and patted my hand. His touch was comforting and his voice was soothing, "You know better. I'm not asking you to prostitute yourself. I'm saying is that I would like your companionship and I'm willing to compensate you for it."

I placed my hand over Leon's and squeezed it. "So, no sex?"

Leon smiled, "Sex is implied in the agreement."

"So you do want me to prostitute myself," I snapped withdrawing my hand from his.

"Tilly a prostitute is paid strictly for sex. If sex was all I desired, I would hire a prostitute. What I desire is companionship, specifically your companionship and I'm willing to pay you for it."

"Why me, specifically?"

Leon smiled. His white teeth sparkled in contrasted to his dark skin. He said, "Tilly, we already have a relationship, a business relationship. I think we can expound on that relationship to include companionship and yes, to include sex as part of that companionship."

"Why not someone younger? Prettier?"

"First off, you are beautiful and I'm attracted to you and I think maybe, judging from the way you flirt with me at Dr. Proctor's you are attracted to me. Second, it's as much about companionship as it is sex, I don't believe I have much in common with woman younger than you. I've been married twice already and have seven children I'm not looking for a romantic relationship. The fact that you are married with children means that you won't be either."

"That's right, my marriage is important to me and I wouldn't cheat on my husband for money."

His eyes twinkled as he shamelessly said, "I'm not asking you to cheat on your husband. I insist that he be fully informed. It's not cheating if your husband knows."

"What?"

"Our hour is up," Leon said looking at his watch. He handed me a manila folder and continued, "This spells out my proposal. In essence if you spend twenty-four hours with me on my birthday tomorrow, I will pay you six thousand dollars. Look it over with your husband. If you agree meet me at my attorney's office at 11AM tomorrow."

"Attorney?"

Leon got up and placed a twenty on the table to tip the waitress. He smiled down at me then said, "Yeah, both you and your husband will need to sign the contract in front of my attorney. Good night and thanks for your company. I enjoyed having supper with you."

I watched Leon walk away. I was awed and excited by his confidence. I fingered the debit card on the table and contemplated a couple of expenses the two hundred and fifty dollars would eliminate. I opened the folder and began to read through the agreement.

A few hours later Charlie sat at the kitchen table and read Leon's proposal. Each passage made his face grow redder with rage until even his ears were crimson. Finally he slammed the folder shut and seethed, "So this bastard thinks you're a prostitute."

"No, not exactly," I said reaching to touch Charlie's forearm.

He moved his arm to avoid my touch. Glaring at me he said between his teeth, "He wants to fuck you for money. How's that not prostitution?"

"Leon would be paying me for my companionship in Japan it's called compensated dating." 

"No sex, just companionship?"

I shook my head, "Sex is an implied part of companionship. Leon gave me two hundred and fifty dollars just to be his dinner companion. He's offering six thousand dollars for twenty-four hours of my companionship."

"To include sex."

"Yes, Charlie," I sighed with exasperation, "that's been established."

"So you don't mind prostituting yourself for six thousand dollars?"

"I guess not, I enjoy sex," I seethed pulling my hand back from Charlie and crossing by arms against my bosom. I glared at him and said, "That's six thousand dollars that we don't have but, desperately need. The mini-van needs new tires, the house payment is coming due and the kids all need to go to the dentist, beside its only sex."

"What do you mean it's only sex?"

I caught Charlie's hand and squeezed it. "Meaning when I have sex with you, like this morning, it's an expression of my love for you. I don't love Leon, so sex with him will be meaningless."

"It might be meaningless to you but not to me. It means I failed to provide for you and my family. It means I'm less a man."

I squeezed Charlie's hand again. "No, it doesn't. That's your pride talking. It's not your fault the economy slowed down. You've done the best you could and I love you for it. Now I'm asking you to swallow your pride for the good of your family."

"You really want me to agree to you fucking Leon?"

"Charlie, it's the only way. We need the money. I love you, me fucking Leon isn't going to change that and I hope you can still love me." I lowered my eyes to the table afraid to look at my husband.

Jumping from his seat he pulled me up into an embrace. Tearfully he choked, "Tilly I love you more than my life. I'm so sorry I've failed you."

"No you haven't, Charlie. I love you. Let me show you how much." I pushed Charlie into his seat. Then stripped my nightshirt and dropped to me knees. I unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock, while he protested and tried to push me away. Finally, I look sternly in his eyes and demanded, "Let me."

Charlie relented. His cock was soft but I gave it a little kiss then another. As I worked my way up his shaft he grew hard. Tenderly, I kissed his cockhead like I would his lips, I darted my tongue into his piss slit. He hissed and I tasted the saltiness of his leaking nectar. 

I started to suck him and felt his arousal bourgeon, filling my mouth with his expanding girth. I looked up into his eyes and felt the wonderful connection that only comes from love. My breasts were soft but my nipples were hard as my husband squeezed and pinched them. I took every inch of him into my mouth. Sucking Charlie's cock wasn't some sexual trick to manipulate him. It was an expression of the deep love I felt for him. I wanted him to understand how much I loved him as I slid his cock past my lips, a long my tongue and past the precipice into my throat, into my very core. Deep throating him was a physical connection of my love. Wrapping my hand around his shaft I pumped him for his cum. I paused and rubbed his swollen cockhead all over my lips. My palm found his balls. I cradled them to feel their ponderous load. I kept stroking and sucking as he made otherworldly sounds and suddered with esctacy. I pointed his cock towards my face.




Business Proposal



He erupted and spurt after spurt of cum hit my face, along my cheeks, dripping down my chin, even spattering across my nose. There's nothing more erotic than feeling the pleasure of my husband seep into my skin. Using his cock I rubbed his love all over my face as he gently held my head in his hands. His broad smile said more than his words ever could.

We smiled at each other. I gave his cock a final loving kiss and he wiped my face with my nightshirt. When he's finished we looked into each other's eyes lost in the moment of joy. It's a beautiful, simple thing.

Charlie redid his trousers and helped me to my feet. He kissed me and declared, "I love you, Tilly. Nothing on earth will change that."

I cuddled up to him and asked, "So you will sign off on Leon's proposal?"

"Yes," he sighed, "Yes."

He slapped my bare ass when I bent over to retrieve my sullied nightshirt. I rubbed the rising welt on my buttock. "Damn it Charlie, that hurt."

"I'm sorry Babe. I can't help myself you're just so sexy," he grinned.

I wiggled my bare ass at him as he followed me up the steps. We go to bed and make love several times before the morning light.

The next morning while Charlie fed the kids breakfast and got them off to school I called my mother and asked her to watch the kids this weekend. After getting her agreement I took a bath. My husband found me soaking in bubbles when he brought me a cup of coffee. Taking the cup from his hand I looked into his eyes, his gaze held mine but remained neutral.

"Are you sure you're alright with this?" I asked, then took a sip of coffee.

Charlie shrugged, "No, not really. Isn't there something we can sell to get the money we need?"

"No, the house is our biggest asset and unfortunately we owe more on it than it's currently worth. Everything else we own is used, we can have the biggest yard sale in history and not make what we need. Charlie, this is the only way we're going to get out this financial mess."

He sighed in surrender, "I know."

"Charlie, I need your full support on this," I said looking up at him from the tub.

He looked at me with contrary emotions. Flaring in his eyes were, sadness, jealousy, but most of all love. He quietly said, "You know I love you and I'll support you."

"Then shave my pussy." I held up my pink razor. I needed Charlie's full emotional commitment.

"You want me to shave your pussy, so he can fuck it?"

I nodded adding, "I need some emotional reassurance from my husband right now."

Charlie knelt by the tub and lathered my pubic mound. He hesitated and looked me in the eye before continuing. He knew I usually kept my pussy in neatly trimmed landing strip, but he lovingly shaved my pussy bald. Once he was done with my cunt he helped me from the tub.

After rubbing me dry with a towel he anointed my cunt with baby oil to keep it from getting razor rash. My own wet excitement mixed with the oil as his manipulation engorged my clit with excitement and made my pussy lips pout with anticipation. I turned to embrace my husband.

He stopped me and swung me back around. He stood behind me. In the bathroom mirror his eyes reflected lust and wanton hunger. He imbibed my nakedness and I felt like a thing of beauty under his intense scrutiny. He cupped a breast and squeezed it pulling me back towards him until my shoulder blades were resting against his chest. He kissed my neck and whispered hot and sexy in my ear, "I love you, Tilly."

My breasts were warm and swollen with lust. I whimpered as he tugged at my nipples. I extended my hands and leaned forward to catching the edge of the counter. My knees shoulder-width apart, I knew this was the position my husband wanted me to take. I watched my husband's reaction in the mirror as I presented my up-turned posterior to him. 

Charlie caressed the bare flesh of my back from my shoulders to my buttocks. Lightly running his fingertips across my skin until goose bumps rose in response to his tender touch. He dropped to his knees behind me and kissed each cheek of my upturned butt. He spread my ass cheeks revealing my pretty pucker and wet pussy. His tongue tantalized my slit teasing my clit from its hiding place. Once it was exposed his tongue darted quickly over it causing my whole body to writhe with glee.

He twirled his tongue thrillingly across my taint finally amusing my anus with speedy stabs of his tongue tip. Fleeting moans emitted from me with each jolting jab of his tongue. Once he was satisfied that my butthole was ready, Charlie stood up. He unzipped his trousers and fished out his hard cock. He lubricated its head by slipping it between my soppy pussy lips. He grinned at me in the mirror.

My face grimaced while Charlie's blunt cockhead battered its way into my butthole. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as his extremely hard shaft crept inch by inch up my ass. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the sink. Once his cock was fully seated in my butt he waited for me to catch my breath. I was dizzy with delight.

"Tilly, I love you so much. Your ass is so tight," he panted huskily.

I blinked my eyes open then blinked a couple of more times as the pain subsided. I smiled weakly in the mirror at my husband. My butt was so full of his cock I could feel the blood pulsing through the big vein on top of his shaft. I felt his cock twitch demanding satisfaction.

Charlie grabbed my hair in his fist and yanked, pulling my head towards him. This forced my back to arch and another inch of his cock invaded my insides. A tear trickled down my cheek as I panted through the pain. After kissing my ear he growled, "I love your ass Tilly. It belongs to me. Nobody gets your ass but me. Leon doesn't get your ass, do you understand me Tilly?"

I hissed as he pulled my hair again, "I understand."

With a grin of victory Charlie began to withdraw his dick. Slowly it retreated until my sphincter threatened to expel it from my body with a couple of involuntary contractions. He moaned as my pain gave him pleasure. At a snail's pace he reversed course reinstalling his cock into me until he was once again balls deep inside me. He repeated the process over and over again with disciplined precession. The angle of his cock was such that it tapped the underside of my G-spot through my innards. As he increased the tempo of his thrusts the taps on my G-spot transformed the pain to pleasure. 

"Fuck my ass, Charlie, fuck it hard," I growled like an animal. I moved my hips to counter to my husband's thrusts enhancing his enjoyment and mine. Wet flesh on flesh smacks reverberated off the bathroom walls. My grunts and his groans only added to the crescendo of raunchy racket. 

Charlie's cock expanded and throbbed. He rammed it deep into me shooting a blast of cum into me like a shotgun. His bellow of release sounded like a moose mating call. Once he recovered he pushed his still hard cock deep inside me. He jammed three fingers into my gaping gash. He searched for and found my G-spot. Then he pressed his palm against my hyper-aroused clit.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the dam of orgasm breached. White light exploded behind my eyes as my lust reached the pinnacle of climax. Ejaculate spewed from my cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the bathroom floor. I howled my happiness, "Ahhhhh! Cum, cunt, cum."

As Charlie pulled his quickly deflating cock from my backside I hissed and hung my head. I turned around and embraced my husband enjoying his warmth. I declared, "I love you, Charlie."

"I love you too, Tilly." He patted my ass lovingly and with a gratified grin on his face and reiterated, "Your ass is mine, Tilly, just mine."

Silently I nodded then lifted my hair so Charlie could put the necklace he was holding around my neck. I picked up the locket, which was a small gold key, and studied it before looking into my husband's face.

Nothing but love was reflected in his gaze as he said, "I gave you that necklace on our first anniversary. I told you then and I still mean it, that's the key to my heart. Please keep it on to remind Leon, he might be getting your pussy but I got your heart."

"I won't take it off," I whispered. Then I reassured my husband with a kiss on his cheek.

By eleven o'clock we were seated in the lawyer's office. He smirked at the one caveat that Charlie insisted be put into the document, no anal sex. Placing a call to Leon, he nodded after gaining his approval and silently watched us sign. Afterward Charlie kissed me lovingly and left for work.

Leon arrived in a taxi and whisked me away. His dark face warmed with the brightness of his smile. He said, "I'm so glad you agreed to spend my birthday with me. I expect it will be the best one I ever had."

We ate lunch at Satō's Sushi Bistro near the riverfront. We drank green tea and ate sushi rolls made with vinegared rice incorporating seaweed and eel. Leon explained that an amino acid in green tea had a relaxing agent and the sushi contained powerful aphrodisiac benefits. All through lunch Leon flirted with me and made sexy innuendos, it was obvious that he was looking forward to having sex with me. It felt frightening and thrilling to be so desired.

Leon pulled me towards him then kissed me. Gently at first just brushing his lips against mine then more passionately forcing my lips to part as he thrust his tongue into my mouth like he want to thrust his cock into my cunt. An electric charge of sexual energy surged straight to my pussy as he squeezed my upper thigh under the table. He broke our passionate embrace which had started to attract the attention of the other diners. He seemed to enjoy the envious glances from the male patrons and said, "Let's get out of here and get you a new dress."

"A new dress? What's wrong with the one I'm wearing?"

Leon said, "It's something a respectable wife would wear for a night on the town with her husband. I want you to be seductively and sexily attired, a bit on the slutty side. The clothing is gratis, you'll get to keep it but it's not part of your payment." 

After paying for lunch Leon had the limo driver take us to Famous Barr. He led the way to the ladies clothing department. He took a seat had me try on several different cocktail dresses. He narrowed it down between a red one and black one.

Glancing into the mirror I caught Leon's reflection in it. I smiled at him as he realized I left the door ajar on purpose. Reaching behind my back I undid my bra and heard his intake of breath as he caught sight of my bare breasts. I teased him by giving each nipple a tantalizing twist. I winked at him and pulled up my panties by their waistband. The cotton material invaded my slit and created a camel-toe. With a sultry smile I ran my forefinger up and down it causing my panties to cling to my damp snatch. Giggling I watched as Leon squirmed in his chair and crossed his legs to hide his boner.

I slipped the black dress over my head. It was a velvet dress with glistening sequins drenching its length. It had a bateau neckline and a sultry v-back. The hem hit my thigh half way down to my knee. I stepped out of the dressing room to model it for Leon. 

Patiently he listened as the clerk gave a sales pitch on the garment. With lustful eyes he watched as I modeled the black dress listening attentively to the clerk then he shook his head negatively.

I returned to the dressing room and stripped the black dress Picking up the red one I immediately realized that its design made it impossible to wear a bra or panties. I caught a glimpse of Leon smiling at me in the mirror. I winked at him as I shimmied out of my panties. Momentarily, I stood in front of the mirror to give him a full frontal view of my nakedness before slipping on the red dress.

It was a seductive red halter style mini-dress that featured an ultra-low cut front, it fell below my naval and a sexy low open back that showed top of my butt crack. The hemline was so high that my lower buttocks were exposed where the cheek joins the thigh. I stepped out of the dressing room and said, "This dress is simply pornographic."

"Yeah, I know. Consider it the wrapping on my birthday present. Tilly you're so sexy," Leon said standing up. His erection tented his trousers. He stood behind me, slipping his hand across my tummy he pulled me towards him and I got the unmistakable feeling of his cock pressing against my bottom. His cock was huge and he wanted me to know it.

I caught a whiff of his cologne turning my head slightly I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "This is the one you want me to wear for you?"

He nodded in the mirror with his eyes dancing with desire. Leon broke our kiss and slung me into the fitting room. The curtain made a zipping sound as he ripped it closed. His eyes were full of lust and he huffed excited pants of breath. Leon's reaction was having an impact on me as well, I felt so wantonly desired.

My voice betrayed my excitement but I was still a bit incredulous as I asked, "You want to fuck me in here?"

"Maybe," replied Leon simply. He lifted the key locket that hung between my heaving breasts. "Your husband give you this?"

I nodded.

"The key to his heart?"

I nodded again and started to speak but Leon shushed me.

"I get it. Charlie wants to remind me that your heart belongs to him, even if I'm getting your pussy. I want to see what I'll be getting."

Kneeling down in front of me Leon pushed the short hem of the mini-dress up to belly button. His face was level with my snatch. He kissed my labia and darted his tongue into my saturated slit. He looked up into my eyes and said, "Very nice. Did you shave just for me."

Silently I nodded.

Leon smiled then slipped a finger into my pussy. He worked it in and out. He sucked little hickeys on my thighs before nipping one of my pussy lips lightly with his teeth. He tugged it from side to side before placing his skilled tongue against my pussy. Then he gently but forcefully worked his tongue into the folds of my cunt while I lifted my leg to rest on his shoulder with a pleasurable moan. 

Leaning my back against the wall mirror I enjoyed his oral ministrations. I was getting close to orgasm. My breath came in tattered spats. My skin flushed red and I pushed on the back Leon's bald black head trying to bury his face into my pussy. I whimpered, "Oh Leon that feels so good." 

Suddenly Leon stopped tonguing my cunt and stood up saying, "That's enough, Tilly. I want you stimulated not satisfied."

My leg slid off his shoulder and he had to catch me up to keep me from falling. Frustrated I whimpered then begged, "No,don't stop, Leon."

"Look at yourself," Leon commanded as he spun me around. 

Looking in the mirror I saw that my blue eyes were glazed with lust and my face was red with rapture. My breasts rose and fell with each breath I panted. Somehow in my exhilaration they had worked themselves out of the dress. My nipples were rock hard. My pussy lips were puffy, engorged with excitement and glistening with anticipation. 

Leon stood behind me. I could feel his hot breath on the bare flesh of my neck it gave me goose-bumps. His erection strained against his trousers and rested in the crack of my bare butt so I reached behind me and grasped his very large, very hard cock. He squeezed one of my aroused breasts and gently pinched a nipple. Moaning, I leaned back against him. He slipped a finger into my gushing gash and said, "This is how I want you, wanting and wanton."

He fingered me until I approached orgasm then he pulled his finger from my cunt and said, "We need to go."

I whimpered a protest then hung my head and weakly replied, "Okay, you're the boss."

Leaving me in the dressing room Leon went and paid for the dress. I pulled the hem of my new red dress down with a sigh. I caressed a black fishnet stocking up each of my legs then strapped the sexy black stilettos to my feet. My thighs made an enticing impression between the tops of my stockings and the bottom of my short skirt. I spun in the mirror and stood still momentarily before taking a couple of hip swaying steps away from my reflection. I giggled, my skirt barely covered my ass when I stood still but, when I walked it would provide any onlooker a nice glimpse of my wiggling fleshy cheeks. I adjusted my breasts back into the slinky V-cut top then picked up the key between my breasts and gave it a kiss. 

Leon had come back to the dressing room and put my old dress and undergarments in a shopping bag since I was wearing the one he bought out of the store. Pleased with my cock-teasing appearance he said, "Tilly, you are one fine piece of white ass."

"I take it, you mean that as a compliment," I chuckled then asked, "Let me ask you this, Leon, I thought black guys didn't eat pussy. You do and do it quite well, I might add."

He chuckled then replied, "That's just a racist myth."

"Like the myth that all black guys are well hung?" I teased, knowing that Leon was indeed hung like a steed.

"That ain't a myth, that one happens to be true," he said with a smile. He stuck out his arm like a gentlemen and we left the store. 

Leon had made reservations at a jazz club near the department store so he decided we would walk to it. He enjoyed parading me down the street in my slutty dress. 

I sauntered down the street with my heels clicking on the sidewalk. My hips seductively swayed from side to side. I waved to a passing jogger. I giggled when he ran into a parked car and cursed. 

"He should watch where he's going instead of watching me." I said to Leon but I still basked in the stranger's attention.

As we walked down the street toward the club Leon pulled me into an alley then into an embrace and kissed me hard on the mouth. His tongue penetrated my mouth and searched for mine as I wrapped my arms around him. He immediately pulled both my breasts from beneath the V-neck top of my breasts and began squeezing them.

"Leon, someone will see us," I whined through panted breaths. The threat of public exposure was an added exhilaration for us both.

"I don't care. You're gorgeous and if I want to grope your big beautiful tits I will." He said and clinched down on my breasts with his firm hands like a shopper testing a cantaloupe for ripeness.

"Ooh." I responded. My nipples were as hard as stone and I moaned as he gave each a playful pinch. Warmth radiated from deep in my belly and my pussy grew even moister that it had been.

Leon kissed me opened mouth, his tongue wrestled with mine as he harassed my breast. Breaking the kiss he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a straw.

I stood on my tip-toes. It felt like Leon was trying to suck my entire body into his mouth through my nipple. I hissed, "Geez, Leon."

He lifted his mouth off of my breast satisfied that the nipple could get no harder. He pushed my breasts back into my dress then patted my bottom as I sauntered out of the alley with the swagger of a sexy strumpet. From somewhere a wolf-whistle echoed, I waved to my admirer. 

The jazz club was located in a refurbished warehouse on the Mississippi riverfront that dated back to steamboat days. The club had a simple layout, a stage up front with tables covered with white linen situated beneath twirling ceiling fans scattered throughout. The tables were small, just large enough for two, in order to enhance the intimacy of the atmosphere. The place was crowded and noisy. A flustered waitress took our order. I sipped a white wine and studied the photos that lined the walls of the club. They were eight-by-ten stills of great jazz players from the past. The food was good and the band began to play a jazz number soon after we had finished eating.

Leon was enjoying himself and I had to admit I was glad I had agreed to the date. The money was part of it but, my ego was so stoked from the fact that Leon desired me so much he was willing to pay a lot just to be with me. I felt so wanted and so wanton. My pussy gushed lust and I crossed my legs. I scooted closer to Leon and put my arm around the back of his chair. "Are you enjoying the show, Leon?"




Business Proposal



He smiled mischievously and turned sideways in his seat. He said, "Yes, I am but I think it's about get better."

Startled I jumped in my seat. I felt Leon's hand on my upper thigh under my dress. I hissed between my teeth, "Leon, not here, please don't."

"Don't what?" He blew hot breath on my neck. The baby hairs on my neck stood on end and I shuddered involuntarily. His heated tongue flickered into my ear followed immediately by another hot breath.

Involuntarily I moaned. Goose bumps rose on my flesh. I felt my pussy dampen that much more in reaction. I pleaded, "Leon, we're going to be thrown out."

He pinched my delicate upper thigh causing me to yelp. He seethed, "Shush, scoot down in your seat and spread your legs."

Meekly I complied with his command and opened my knees granting him access to my pussy. I glanced over Leon's shoulder. I was relieved, no one was paying any attention to us.

His finger wormed its way into my wet pussy. He whispered warmly in my ear, "Your mouth says no, but your pussy says yes."

I held on to his arm trying to resist him. "Please, Leon, don't."

"Don't what, Tilly, this?" He twisted his finger in my pussy. "Or this?" He tapped his thumb on my clit.

I bolted upright and clutched the edge of the table with both hands. I swallowed then growled with delectable delight. With wild-eyed excitement I stared at the playing band.

Leon smiled and went to work on my pussy. His finger sawed in and out of me to the rhythm of the music. He pressed his thumb all around my clit without touching it. He was tormenting me with his teasing.

The skin on my neck began to glow crimson as the pleasure pressure built. My knuckles turned white as I clasped the table with a death grip. I puffed desperate breaths to fight off the urge to shriek like a manic. 

Leon whispered, "Would you like to cum?"

Glassy-eyed and panting I nodded.

"Don't scream," he teased.

My body went rigid as Leon pushed his thumb against my agitated clit. I gritted my teeth to keep from howling in orgasmic release. Involuntarily I kicked the table with my knee. I hissed like a boiling tea kettle as climatic colors of red and white zipped blissfully behind my closed eyes. My pussy contracted and pulsated around Leon's delightful digit.

"Are you alright, Miss?" asked the waitress.

I looked up at her glazed-eyed, panting unable to answer.

Leon hurriedly withdrew his finger from my pussy leaving a wet trail down my thigh to my knee. He offered, "She's alright. She's just a little worked up. It's her first time in a jazz club."

The song ended and we applauded. The band started to play another number. Leon took my hand and said, "Let's get out of here."

A taxi driver saw us coming out of the club and drove right to door and picked us up. We climbed in and I pushed Leon back into the seat.

"Take your time," I instructed the driver. I caught his eye in the mirror and he nodded knowingly then put the vehicle into gear and headed to the DeSoto Hotel.

I unfastened his belt and undid his trousers then slid them out of the way, his cock sprung through the fly of his boxers. I took it in my hand and felt its hefty weight. It was very large and very hard. I was most impressed. I kissed the tip of it then smiled up at him and said huskily, "You have such beautiful cock, Leon."

He looked at me longingly. The lust in his eyes revealed how much he wanted to fuck me. 

I was determined to pleasure him. I reached down again and gripped the hot flesh of his steel hard cock. I used it as a handle and leaned down to kiss the head of his cock again. Then I moved it out of the way and began to lick his bloated balls as he sat back and watched in fascination. I took his balls into my mouth and gently massaged them with my tongue. I licked my way back up his long shaft slowly, teasing him. Then I slid my lips down over his humongous cock and began to slowly pump my mouth up and down on it.

Leon moved his hips to meet my lips and soon I was taking the first inch or two of his gigantic cock into my throat. His cock was longer and thicker than my husband's so I couldn't deep-throat him, but it was obvious that Leon still enjoyed the blowjob from the way he moaned.

When it became apparent that he was about to cum I pulled my mouth back to the head of his cock and used my hand to finish him off. I surrounded his cockhead with my lips and let him fill my mouth with his hot nectar. Once Leon had filled my mouth I straightened up and showed him that he had filled my mouth with his cum. Then I swallowed. 

With obvious pleasure lining his face, Leon watched as I swallowed his load. As his cock grew soft I licked up the few drops that had seeped from his cock. He redid his trousers just as the limo pulled up at the entrance to the hotel.

I took Leon's hand and led him through the crowded lobby toward the elevators. The elevators were empty but soon filled with the bouquet of my sex. As the heady aroma wafted into his nostrils Leon squeezed my buttocks and pulled me into a kiss. The elevator chimed and the elevator doors lurched opened and we stepped out. 

My swinging hips led Leon down the hall to our room. I took the key card and opened the door then entered without turning on the lights. The room was fully illuminated in an amorous glow from the light of a full moon filtering through the balcony doors. The door closed behind me as I peeled off my dress. I turned to Leon naked expect for my stockings and stilettos. 

Leon surveyed my form. He began at my feet, taking in the sharp outline of my stilettos. He followed the line of my stocking covered legs until he rested his gaze on my shaven pussy, noting the puffy pink lips glistening with fervor. His eyes continued up my belly to my large breasts. His eyes lingered on them noticing my nipples were rigid. Finally, he looked into my eyes as if searching for my soul and I boldly returned his gaze. He said, "You are one beautiful white woman." 

I stepped towards Leon and kissed him, our tongues wrestled with lustful intent. I broke the kiss and undid his tie and threw it in a chair. A low moan escaped me as he slipped one and then a second finger into my sopping snatch. The suit jacket soon followed the tie onto the chair as Leon squeezed my breasts. Kissing his chest as I unbuttoned his shirt I threw it on the chair after it came off. After he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks I undid his trousers once again his cock lurched from its confines. I pulled his trousers off of him and he stood naked before me, I said, "Leon, you're a black Adonis. "

His cock was magnificent. It touched his belly-button and throbbed with yearning. Taking it in my hand I led him to the bed by it. Glancing over my shoulder I gave Leon a flirtatious grin. My buttocks jiggled as I ambled across the carpet to the bed. I instructed him, "Lay down, Leon" 

The bed creaked as he climbed on it. His ass muscles were taut and set. His hard cock swayed between his legs like a hungry beast on the prowl. He rolled on to his back and watched me. 

I joined Leon on the bed by crawling on my hands and knees on the mattress. I ran a finger-nail along his leg from his ankle to his thigh. I watched as his hard cock bobbed across his flat stomach. I straddled Leon, bending his monster cock until I had it pointed at the excited entrance of my cunt. Crying out as it entered me, I watched his eyes widen as his big black cock penetrated my pink pussy. I bit my lip and slowly sank down on Leon's hard cock until I was fully seated upon it. I squeezed my cunt muscles tightening my grip on his monster cock and enjoyed the way his cock pulsated against my G-spot.

"Tilly...girl...you're pussy... feels so....so good," Leon stuttered.

I stammered back, "Big...black...cock...feels...good ...inside me." 

"Fuck me...please...fuck me," demand Leon. He squeezed my breasts and pinched and tugged at my pink nipples until I squealed with relish.

I liked the control being on top gave me. I teased Leon by alternating the depth I took his hefty cock into my cunt. I rose up quickly then bounced rapidly up and down on his cock with just a couple of inches inside me. Then I chanced the pace by sliding slowly up the full length of his shaft until his cock was fully inside of me. Then just as gradually I glided back up until his cock until just the head was remained. I vocalized my pleasure by groaning on the way up and moaning on the way down. Finally, I stopped completely engulfing his cock and tightened my cunt muscles around his cock until he cried out in pleasure.

Keeping a hand on Leon's chest for balance I diddled my clit as I rode his cock trying to maintain my tortoise like pace. My passion built so I picked up speed as my orgasm approached. My big boobs bobbed and danced in rhythm to my humping ass. My sobs let Leon know I was getting close to climax. I puffed, "Ooh...your...ooh...hard....ooh...cock...ooh."

Leon clamped down on both my nipples as I suddenly ceased my erratic erotic activity and impaled his massive manhood inside of me. He watched me mesmerized as my face contorted into a grimace as my entire pelvis constricted around his cock with such intensity that his eyes grew wide with wonder. 

I threw back my head and screeched in orgasmic release, "Cum...my pussy...my pussy...cum."

Pleasure blurred my senses and stole my breath. Limply I fell off Leon and lay gasping. As I caught my breath I stuttered, "That was wonderful."

"You're so beautiful when you cum." Leon said as he hovered above me. Spreading my legs I guided him into my still quivering quim. He growled as my wet pussy engulfed him and I gave a sharp intake of breathe at the welcomed invasion of his big black cock. He wasted no time and pounded my pussy with abandon. His pubic bone bummed my engorged clit, spasms of pleasure seared through my body as his monster cock poked at my G-spot.

Lost in primeval passion I raked my fingernails into Leon's back digging them into the muscle. I wrapped my legs around his ass and locked my ankles together. They rose and fell with the rhythm of his ass. I urged him on, "Fuck my pussy, Leon, fuck my pussy."

He hammered my pussy relentlessly his full balls smacked my winking asshole. Suddenly, he sank himself fully into me as jets of his spunk inundated my cunt. He bellowed like a gratified bull, "Cumming,"

"Fill my pussy, Leon. Fill my pussy with you cum," I hollered. Another orgasm surged through me like a bolt of red hot light. I barked, "Cum, cum, cum."

Spent Leon collapsed on top of me. I patted his ass in appreciation of his cocksmanship. I said, "Happy Birthday, Leon. You're an awesome lover."

"Thanks," he panted. He rolled off me still breathing heavily and bathed in sweat. He added, "You got a great pussy, Tilly."

Cuddling next to Leon I playfully ran my fingers across his chest. My body was gratified from multiple orgasms and my mind was satisfied that I had given Leon a birthday to remember. Soon I drifted into a sound sated sleep and erotic dreams as I listened to his snoring.

Dawn was breaking when I awoke with Leon spooning me. I grinned, he had an erection. Even after all the sex we had had last night he was able to have morning wood. I giggled after I realized I had fallen asleep with my stilettos still on my feet. I scooted out from under his arm and slipped out of the bed trying not to wake him. I needed to move and stretch my muscles which were starting to cramp after last night's sexual antics. I retrieved Leon's shirt from the chair next to the bed and slipped it on. Its thin material betrayed the scent of his cologne. I felt the faint stirrings of arousal between my thighs as a primeval yearning to copulate rose within me. I went out onto the balcony to watch the sun come up. 

Leon called from the bed, "Tilly? Tilly, where are you?"

"On the balcony, Leon. Go back to sleep its early."

The bed creak and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking through the shadows of the room. He had put on a white terry-clothed robe with the hotel's logo on the breast. The white robe contrasted to his coal colored skin. He was just looking at me. 

I greeted him, "Good Morning, Leon." 

"You are so beautiful," he stated and took my picture with his cell phone.

"Leon, please don't!" I rejoined turning to face him and he clicked the phone again.

Smiling Leon showed me the pictures he had taken. The first, was of me standing with my back to the camera and looking over my shoulder at it. I was wearing stockings and a man's shirt that didn't quite cover my butt. My derrière looked tight and curved just right thanks to my stilettos. In the second photo, I had turned to face the camera. The shirt I was wearing wasn't buttoned so my large breasts peeked out from underneath the sides. The white material was so thin that my large dark areolas were plainly visible. The shirt hung open enough to show my bald beaver just above the black thigh high stockings. My puffy pussy lips were pouting for attention.

"Those better not end up on the Internet," I warned.

He laughed putting the phone down on the table and promised, "They won't. They are just for me, souvenirs of my best birthday ever. You're so very sexy Tilly."

I turned back around to enjoy the sunrise as he joined me on the balcony. I immediately noticed his erection poking through his robe. It was evidence of his excitement and it gave me a certain joy that just looking at me could arouse him so much.

He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. His body warmed me as I leaned back against his chest and turned my head to meet his kiss. His robe fell open and his cock slipped under the tail of my shirt snaking into the crevice of my butt. He said, "I'm glad you agreed to our date."

I asked, "Has my companionship been worth what you paid for it?"

"Yes your companionship has brought me much pleasure," he admitted then laughed. Leon's laughter made his hard cock jostle in my butt crack. He slipped two fingers into my cunt breaking the seal. Last night's cum mixed with my newly rising passion coated his fingers with sticky wetness. The scent of sex began to create a delightful morning bouquet.

The warm sunshine felt good on my semi-nude body as I leaned back against Leon's dark chest he kissed my neck. His fingers frantically fingered my gash with a wet sloshing sound. With his palm he put pressure on my clit as he alternated between squeezing my breast and pinching its nibble with his other hand. Surrendering my body to him, he bent me over the rail and my breasts dangled over the balcony. He entered my pussy with a single thrust from behind I had to grab the rail to steady myself as he entered my pussy with a single thrust from behind.

I gasped and felt dizzy so I closed my eyes. I heard a hoot from somewhere not too far off and realized someone was watching us. I grinned like the wanton slut I had become.

Leon gasped, " Tilly...your pussy...still tight...so wet...so good." 

"Cock...big...hard...good," I responded in kind. I took the initiative and swiveled my hips in a circular motion. I heard Leon hiss between clenched teeth. I looked over my shoulder pleased with the look of pure pleasure that painted his face. I changed the direction of my hips and swiveled in a figure eight pattern. I kept one hand on the rail for balance and began to diddle my clit with the other. 

Leon gently tugged on my nipples while enjoying the gyration of my hips. He suddenly slapped my ass and ordered, "Fuck me, white girl. Fuck me." 

"Ouch!" I hollered and picked up my pace. I gyrated in the opposite direction. My fingers were strumming my clit like it was a banjo. I could feel my orgasm rising from deep within me. I diddled myself faster and faster. My skin flushed warm. I seated myself fully on Leon's massive black cock and climaxed. I howled as a volcanic release of orgasm shot through me and splattered on the balcony floor. I had ejaculated. 

Leon waited until the orgasmic spasms of my cunt subsided then he thrust into me like a wild man. As he pounded my pussy with passion I leaned against the rail to maintain my balance. He pulled my hair forcing my back to arch and allowing another inch or two his cock to get inside me. 

I felt Leon's cock grow bigger with each throb. I gasped as he buried his cock into my pussy clear to my cervix and shoot a steady stream of cum against it. I contracted my cunt muscles around his cock as he continued to empty himself into me. Cum coated the walls of my pussy. 

Leon bellowed with release. He kissed my neck as I straightened up. His cock softened as it slipped from my pussy. He turned me around and kissed my lips. He stroked my hair and said, "Thanks Tilly, you're the best fuck I've had in long, long time."

Taking me by the hand Leon led me from the balcony straight into the shower. We playfully washed each other enjoying each other's bodies and each other's company. Leon's hands roamed freely over my body adding their pleasure to the soothing steamy water. His cock got hard again as I washed it. 

I traced a fingernail down the length of his hard dark cock. It nodded like a bobble-headed toy. Looking into his eyes with lust I asked, "Leon, do you want to fuck me again?"

Nodding he grabbed my breast and sucked fiercely on its nipple. It was marble hard and he gently bit it. Arching my back I moaned, "Fuck me." 

Leon lifted me up by my ass, a round cheek in each a hand. He slowly impaled me on his hard cock until his bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker.as I wrapped my arms around his neck to help him. Warranted gratification caused them both to moan.

I thought I might pass out from the pleasure. I bit his shoulder as a shock wave of excitement rippled through my body. I scratched his back with my fingernails as he flattened me against the wall and machine-gunned his cock in and out of my gash. My clit was exposed and enjoyed the pressure from his pelvic thrusts. I stiffened as he jammed his finger up my ass. I screamed, "I'm cumming."

It was more than Leon could stand and cum spurted in thick ropes of release from his throbbing cock coating my quaking cunt. His eyes rolled back in his head and his whole body trembled. Thankfully he lowered me before he dropped me. 

There was a knock at the door and a young room service waiter wheeled in a cart of food. He snuck a look at me through the open bathroom door. I smiled at him as I slipped a terry-cloth robe over by nakedness. I hung my head down and wrapped a towel around my yellow hair and lifted my head back up. I tucked the loose corners in and smiled again at the waiter.

"If you're quite through eye-fucking my date," hissed Leon with a towel around his waist. "We didn't order breakfast."

The waiter stuttered, "Uh, oh, breakfast is served compliments of the house for your birthday, Mister Jackson."

"Oh, well thanks. Thanks a lot," replied Leon looking for his wallet to tip the waiter. 

"I got this Leon." I said taking the waiter's hand I led him towards the door. With a wicked grin I opened my robe and cocked my hip up in a seductive pose. I teased him, "Have a great day and thanks." 

"What the hell, Tilly?" snapped Leon from behind me as the waiter retreated from the room.

I turned towards Leon and re-opened my robe and gave him the same pose. I smiled. "You don't think a gander at this is an adequate tip?"

"I'm sure you made his day, " He replied. He poured our coffee and sat down bare-chested with the towel wrapped around his waist. 

I left the robe open so Leon could enjoy the view of my body while he ate. Once my belly was full I sat and silently sipped coffee. I watched Leon eat, happy to be with him in the moment. Standing up I dropped my robe to the floor. I smiled as Leon's eyes feasted on my nakedness. I wantonly watched as his eyes fell upon my hairless glistening gash. He licked his lips and his eyes journeyed up my tummy to my breasts which heaved with my excited breath. When he rested his lust filled eyes on mine, I asked him, "Are you ready to fuck me again, Leon? Because I'm ready for you to fuck me again." 




Business Proposal



Dropping to my knees I pulled the towel from his waist happy to discover his cock engorged with passion and throbbing with desire. I picked his cock up off his belly. I looked deeply into his eyes while engulfing the helmet of his cock into my warm wet mouth. It was like sucking on the knob of a baseball bat. Then I sucked as much as of his colossal cock into my mouth as I could. I stroked the remainder of his shaft. My head bobbed up and down on his cock until I felt it grow in my mouth and knew he was ready to cum. 

"No!" groaned Leon, as I let his cock drop from my mouth. It slapped against his belly with wicked smack.

I stood long enough to straddle a leg on each side of his chair. Clutching his cock I pointed it at my saturated slit and slowly lowered myself onto it. I gasped as his cock went deeper and deeper into me filling my wet chasm with its hardness. It was like being impaled on a fence post. Finally, I was firmly seated on Leon's lap his entire cock fully entrenched in my pussy. I caught my breath.

He sucked on each of my nipples, first one and then the other. He squeezed my breasts like they were ripe melons. Playfully he bit a nipple causing me to yelp with pain and pleasure. 

I slowly rose up on my toes gliding upward on his shaft. He groaned as I stopped just short of popping his cock head out. Then I slid back down the his shaft until his cock once again disappeared into the depths of my cunt. I repeated the cycle again and again as Leon moaned in elation. Grabbing my hips he tried to quicken my pace, his eyes pleading for release but I shook my head negatively and added to his torment by swiveling my hips in a circular motion. I panted, "Do...you...like...my...pussy...Leon?" 

Leon couldn't take any more teasing, he swept the dishes from the table. They crashed noisily on the floor. He picked me up by the cheeks of my ass and planted me on the table. I squealed startled and disappointed as his cock slipped from my snatch. 

I spread my legs wide ready to receive Leon's big black cock. I grabbed it as he got between my legs and guided it back into me. I squealed again as he sunk his shaft into me clear to his bloated balls. I lay back on the table hooting and hollering as he hammered his cock in and out of me at breakneck speed. I knew he wouldn't last long so I diddled my clit until the firecracker of orgasm exploded with pleasure in my pussy and reverberated in my brain. I howled, "Cumming!"

The sodden spasms of my snatch were more than Leon could take and with a final thrust he buried himself into me a shot his load of cum. Spurt after glorious spurt of cum warmed my cunt. He bellowed as his balls contracted then spasm in climatic release. He cummed so much and my pussy was already so full from his prior orgasms that it in rivulets down the crack of my ass. Finally, he bent down and kissed me deeply with a satisfied sighed.

Leon had to catch a plane to Atlanta so he had the hotel's concierge call me a cab. Putting on my own dress I stuffed the one Leon had bought me into the shopping bag and prepared to leave. He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. Gently at first just brushing his lips against mine then more passionately forcing my lips to part as he thrust his tongue into my mouth like he had thrust his cock into my cunt. 

He broke our passionate embrace and handed me the pre-paid debit card with six thousand dollars on it and said, "Thanks Tilly, I'm so glad you agreed to spend my birthday with me. It was the best birthday I ever had. I'd like to arrange another date for the next time I'm in town."

The taxi dropped me off at home. I opened the front door after pulling into the garage. My stomach was in a nervous knot of trepidation. While my husband was fully aware of my date and had consented to it, I still feared how he might react now that the deed was done. A quick search of the house revealed that Charlie had already left for work. 

I kicked off my shoes in our bedroom aftbegan running a bubble-bath. I lit several aromatherapy candles scattered about the bathroom, soothing lavender and jasmine for relaxing muscles. My lower tummy was sore from all the orgasms Leon had given me these past twenty-four hours.

A quick study of my body in the bathroom mirror revealed that I was a well-fucked slut. I rubbed my jaw it was sore where it had to practically unhinge to fit around Leon's massive cock. My throat was sore from where Leon had stabbed his cock past my tonsils. My breasts had little bruises the size of Leon's fingertips from where he had squeezed them. My nipples were more red than pink from where he had pinched them. I noticed that the hickeys Leon had sucked on my thighs were already turning purple. Spent cum dripped from my gapping pussy onto my thighs. My labia were red, swollen, distended and Leon had even left teeth marks on one of my pussy lips. I turned off the overhead light and the bathroom glowed with candle light which added to the relaxed atmosphere. I inhaled deeply and slid into the warm water.

After the bath I didn't feel so foul. I dried off I and slipped on a pair of white French-cut panties. I put on one of Charlie's blue button-up shirts and pair of anklet socks because my feet were cold. I went into our bedroom and collapsed on the bed and soon succumbed to sleep, a deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satiation.

I slept the rest of the got up to fix myself some supper. I sat at the kitchen table used the debit card Leon had given me to catch up our bills on my computer. About 10PM Charlie came home from work. My husband kissed my neck and I greeted him, "Hey, Charlie. How was work?"

"Slow," he said wearily flopping down in the chair.

I looked him in the eyes and shuddered inwardly at the thought my marriage was irreparably damaged by my lurid actions. In a hushed whisper I asked, "Charlie, do you still love me?"

Charlie rose in one fluid motion from the chair. He strode forward and stopped in front of me. His jaw tensed visibly with touches of humor around his mouth and near his eyes. He studied me thoughtfully for a moment then soothingly he asked, "Haven't I told I love you today?"

I shook my head negatively, "Nope."

"I love you today," he said with a grin as he reached for me.

"Thank goodness. I love you so much. I was so afraid..." 

He gathered me into his arms and held me snugly against his body. He pressed his lips to mine smothering my last words in the velvet warmth of his kiss. His lips parted mine with a soul caressing kiss. His pelvic pressed into mine and I felt the hardness of his cock. He unbuttoned my shirt but left it on me. He squeezed one breast while sucking on the other.

I tilted my head back and whimpered, "Not so hard, Charlie, my breasts are tender."

"I'm sorry," he said as he backed from me and scrutinized me. One flap of the shirt covered one breast, the other was exposed its nipple hard and glistened wet. He cupped my battered breast and examined it. Gently he lightly kissed each bruise then he blew his hot breath on my wet nipple. With a soothing voice he asked, "Is that better?"

I reached down and undid his trousers and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard. I started to drop to my knees but Charlie stopped me, he had other plans.

"You are so sexy," he choked as he backed me against the table until my butt encountered the edge then I rose up on my tip toes and rested my cheeks on the table. Charlie pushed me down until my back was resting flat on the table. He flipped the shirt flaps off of my breasts exposing them to his gaze as I lay still. He reached down and lovingly cuddled a breast in his hand. He kissed it then blew his breath on the nipple, I inhaled sharply with pleasure. Charlie ran a finger down my panty-clad slit and I raised my hips so he pulled my panties off. It took my breath away. He pulled his cock from his boxers. 

Before I could spread my legs for him, my husband rolled me over onto my belly. Looking over my shoulder I watched as he grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed it in my saturated slit. He grinned at me as I moaned. But he didn't penetrate my pussy instead he tapped his blunt head on my soggy butthole. For a moment he locked eyes with me and I nodded my consent and he pushed his cock into my ass.

"Ahhh!" I cried out and gripped the edge of the table as my sphincter resisted the entry of my husband's stone hard cock. My ass was tight and his cock was so hard I was sure I could feel the blood pounding through the big vein on top of it. Slowly inch by inch he slid himself into me.

Once he was fully seated in my ass he paused to allow me to adjust to his girth. He huffed, "Tilly, your ass is so tight. It feels so good."

I blinked and puffed back the pain. It felt like a steel post had been inserted into my ass. I felt Charlie's fingers gently but firmly push on my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure to my core. My mind reeled between pain and pleasure then slowly sided with joyous pleasure as Charlie's cock naughtily filled my innards. I panted, "I...love...you. Fuck...me."

Charlie lovingly kissed my cheek before he slowly began to withdraw his cock. Just when he was about to be expelled from my ass he forcefully pushed himself back into me. Soon his pace quickened and he surrendered to his lust. He stabbed his cock in and out of my ass with savage thrusts. He gripped my hips like a drowning man grasps a lifeline. 

"That's it, oh, uh, Charlie, fuck me. Uh, oh, fuck my ass."

Suddenly he stopped panting, "Feels...so...good...want... this... to last."

I pushed up off the table with his cock fully impaled up my ass I reached behind my head and brought Charlie's face to mine. My demanding lips caressed his lips. Slowly I rose up on his cock until my sphincter threatened to spit it out and then just as slowly I slide back down it. I began to diddle my clit.

Charlie moaned with pleasure and I groaned my own gratification as I discovered an acceptable rhythm that we both found to be enjoyable. He nibbled on my earlobe and whispered words of adoration into my ear that coursed their way to my heart.

I felt my husband's cock expand and knew his climax was close. I increased my speed and wiggled my ass simultaneously as he grabbed my hips with a death grip to guide me up and down on his cock. 

"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum. Whoa, jeez, I'm going to cum," he wailed. He pulled me down on his cock as cum erupted from it and flooded my ass. He bellowed in release, "Ahhh!"

I stayed perfectly still as Charlie's cum flowed into my innards. As soon as he was spent I wiggled my ass just a tad to line his cock up with my G-spot. I groaned when it did, then I pressed my palm against my clit. My body sent bolts of pleasure to my brain as an intense orgasm rushed through my core and fluid splatter on the kitchen floor. Once again I had ejaculated. I howled with unmitigated delight, "Cum....cum...cum." 

White lights exploded behind my closed eyelids then faded to black. I slumped down on the table gasping for air.

"Tilly?" asked Charlie with a concerned, "Tilly? Are you okay?"

I looked at him through glazed eyes then grimaced as his spent cock softened and slipped from my ass. I smiled at him. "Never better, Charlie."



Business Proposal Ch. 02



I have to concede that the idea of going into business for ourselves had me in a bit of a panic. 

I did the math, Patty and I would need not 3 clients each and every day, but 6 at least. All of our savings went into purchasing the spa from the old lady that had run it for years, plus a loan on our house that would take a decade to pay off. 

The old lady wanted to retire, at least that is what she said. The truth I finally realized was that she was working 14 hour days and barely covering the bills, and she was fed up with it all. 

I had wanted to keep my job at the mill for awhile, Patty would hear none of that. Besides, to have any money at all to live on meant cashing out my pension plan, which I did.

The building sat up on a small hill just north of the coastal town we lived in. It could be seen for nearly half mile. But the first thing I noticed was the building was a pale color, and all of the outside signs were also a pale color.

I had driven up the highway no less than several hundred times and never noticed the place even though it sat up there plain as day.

The building had several small offices, a nice waiting room. It was actually very nice, in the back was a hot tub, a room for doing baths and wraps. Out front there were several stations for doing hair and nails, it really did have everything anyone could ever need.

Except for clients.

I repainted the outside signage, not being a painter that was a learning curve. But when I was done it was all a person could see coming up the highway. Patty was busy for days scrubbing the inside, it had looked clean to me but she found some dirt, the building was spotless when she was done.

She hired two hairdressers, both brought a small client base with them, that helped. At the end of the first week we had $1200 in revenue and $1800 in bills. I had ads running by the end of the week, waited for the phone to ring.

My first client for massage was a little old lady that saw my sign as she got her hair done. I worked on her for a solid hour and a half as she chattered away about her grandkids. The next one was a huge guy that had to be a fisherman working the boats, they were easy to tell because they all had arms the size of trash cans.

By the end of the second week we had another $1200 in revenue and $1800 in bills. Then things improved a little, Patty hired one female therapist that also brought a small client list with her. Her name was Karen, she was slender, cute, and I noticed quickly that all of her clients were men.

They all seemed to be very happy with her, too. I mentioned to Patty that Karen was doing fairly well but I was curious about the all male clientelle.

Patty shrugged. "The door is locked." She smiled at me.

I got that part. I had already figured out that Karen was very likely doing some happy endings. That made me nervous, the last thing I wanted was to be busted and get my picture in the papers.

But her clients put us at break even, so I just let it go since there was never any sign at all other than a suspicion.

I stayed right at 3 customers per week. The men all wanted Karen, the women were few and far between.

Then one day this absolute vision walked in the door. Other than being perhaps a decade older than my wife, she was very similar. She asked Patty about massage, Patty explained the different options as I sat there pretending to read a book. They both looked at me, the lady grinned and said something to Patty. Patty smiled and nodded.

She showed the woman back to my office, came back out.

"Danny, this one you need to..take care of."

"What?"

"You know what I mean. That is Janet Walton."

"Janet.....??"

"Judge Walton's wife. She asked for a nice intimate session and I told her you were good." She grinned at me.

"You mean? Isn't that a little bit...dangerous?" I asked, not really knowing what to say.

"No, besides, the Judge has an appointment this afternoon...with Karen. We can use a little..protection."

"You won't be upset?"

"It's just touch, part of the job like you said."

My interest in massage had always really been healing. Somehow way back when I was hurt, my first session with Lynn had eased my pain. Sure, she had relieved my erection, in a matter of fact manner. I had actually been uncomfortable with that, it had just happened, and so quickly the first time I had almost had no time to react.

My last session, when Lynn and I did that trade had been way over the top for me. I had done it but felt guilty about it. But I had told Patty, she had accepted. Then I found out that she had been getting herself waxed, using a male to do it?

That had been a shock, it was something that had just never crossed my mind.

Patty had said exactly the same thing then, also.

"It's just touch." She had told me. No throwing a fit, no being upset. Almost like that was...normal?

Maybe it was, I thought.

"Are you sure about this, honey? I don't want any troubles." I told her.

"Yes, I am sure. Now hurry up, Mrs. Walton is waiting." She turned back to her computor screen.

I knocked on my office door, heard her say she was ready.

Mrs. Walton lay face down on my table, a small pillow tucked under her upper body. She was naked. I sighed, oiled up my hands and went to work. There was nothing bashful at all about this lady, when I got to just above her knees her legs parted, an obvious invitation to go right on up. I did, too, letting my fingers slide across her bare pubes repeatedly as her hips moved up to meet each stroke.

After finishing her back, I had her roll over. Her breasts were magnificent, but enhanced by surgery. I could see the dark ring around each nipple, as I massaged each one her back arched. I teased one of her nipples and she asked for more pressure.

The surgery had cost her sensation, I knew, so I twisted each one as hard as I dared, getting stronger reactions from her the harder I pinched.

I did the soft clockwise circles over her abdomen, getting lower and lower each time. Finally my fingertips were bumping her tiny little button with each circle, I let my fingers slide down and drew them up and over her lips. Her legs came right open, her knees fell to the side. I slid the index finger of my right hand up to her opening, poised. Her hips lifted and she held herself there.

I let my finger slide in slightly, gently stroking the firm row of ridges I felt inside. Her breath released in a gasp as she pushed against my hand. My finger went all the way inside to my knuckles, I began to work it in and out of her, then as her body opened I slid in another finger.

Her hand reached down and grasped my cock through my pants, I jumped slightly at that, not expecting it. But she had a solid grip, just then her body released in a massive orgasm.

I managed to disengage as she lay there, then she sat up and smiled at me.

"Patty was right, you do know what you are doing." She grinned at me.

I was mostly worried about the sounds she had made, I was hoping that couldn't be heard from outside. I didn't really feel guilty, after all, Patty had told me it was all right.

Besides, Mrs. Walton was really attractive.

There was a rather distinguished looking man at the office counter when I came out. He was leaned over talking to Patty, Patty was sitting forward in her chair completely engrossed in the conversation. 

"This is Judge Walton." She smiled at me as I walked up.

"Charles." The man said, reaching out to shake my hand. Just then Karen came in, she smiled at the Judge and took him back to her office. I resumed my seat in the waiting room.

Mrs. Walton came out, smiled at me and thanked me for a nice session. She told me she would be sure and come see me again. Then she handed Patty her credit card, scribbled something on the invoice and left. I saw her step into a shiny red Corvette, and drive away.

"$100 tip!" Patty grinned, holding up the slip of paper.

Mrs. Walton was back the next week, and the week after that. A few of her friends started coming in, too. I got busier and busier. Patty was extremely happy, we started to show a profit. She hired another female therapist, that one lasted just two days and quit, but her replacement understood and stayed. Her name was Maria, she was short and Hispanic, and had a bubbly manner that fit right in. In no time she was booked solid, as busy as Karen which surprised me.

We were now into solid steady profits, the baths section was busy all the time, three of our massage rooms were booked almost full time. We had just one massage room left, and it was looking like we would need to hire one more person.

Patty wondered out loud to me one evening at home if we should hire another female or perhaps another male therapist.

"Maybe we should branch out into the gay market?" She asked me. I threw a bit of a fit about that, there was no way that I wanted to deal with that.

"Oh, don't be silly, it's just business and it's just touch."

"Patty, I have one male client, and he is a fisherman and he isn't gay."

She shrugged. "Well, maybe a waxing room then?"

"OK, if that is what you want to do." I had pretty much given up, Patty was tickled to be making money and she was now eager for even more.

A week later an older man walked in, Patty greeted him like a long lost friend. I looked at the 50ish balding guy and knew where she had found him. He was no doubt the one that worked at the other spa that Patty had gone to. He was solidly built and very good looking.

"It's just touch, I close my eyes and think of you." Had been Patty's comment when I asked about that, word for word.

Yea, I will just bet, I thought.

Then a couple of days later I came out of my office, having just finished a session with one of the nastiest older ladies I had ever seen. She had pulled off her blouse before I could even get the door open to leave, and was naked on her back on the table with her legs spread when I walked back in. I was shaking my head when I finished and left the room.

Maria sat at the front desk.

"Where is Patty?" I asked her.

"She is in room 4, with Judge Walton."

"Judge Walton? But...Patty isn't licensed, she can't..."

Maria just shrugged. I sat in my chair, picked up a magazine I had read a dozen times. It was nearly an hour later when Patty came out.

She smiled at me, went to the desk and filled out the paperwork. Judge Walton came out a few minutes later, grinned at me and handed Patty his card. He signed and then went out to his vehicle, a huge black Lincoln SUV.

"What the hell was that?" I asked her, after Maria had gotten up and went back to her room.

"Charles wanted me to work on him, is all."

"Patty, you aren't supposed to..."

"Oh, what's the difference? He doesn't care, and I wasn't exactly working on his bad back." She giggled.

"What the hell? You actually jacked off the fucking Judge?"

"Oh, be quiet, Danny. There are people around." She hissed at me.

I didn't give a fuck, I was mad. It was all becoming too much. I yelled at her, she yelled right back, accused me of being a failure except for her efforts. Why, without her I would still be working in the goddamn mill, getting nowhere.

I stormed out, climbed into my old pickup truck. Patty followed me out, yelling at me that I couldn't leave, I had three customers for the afternoon.

"Jack them off yourself!" I yelled at her as I spun the tires leaving. I saw her in my mirror, standing there in the doorway.

I drove to our house, packed some clothes, got back in my truck and went downtown to a ratty motel. I locked myself in the room, sat there for an entire day just clicking the channels aimlessly on the TV set.

Patty found me around 10 PM that night. I let her in when she knocked, went and sat in my chair.

"What in the world is the matter with you?" She demanded.

"What in the world is the matter with YOU?"

"I am just fine."

"That was just too much, you did the fucking Judge."

"He asked me before and I always told him no, but he offered $500."

"For $500 he can fuck 90% of the fucking people in this goddamn fucking city!" I yelled.

Patty blushed. She actually fucking blushed.

"Did you fuck him??" I was screaming now.

"No. But he wanted me to...."

"Wanted you to what?"

"You know...not with my hands, with my..."

"Oh, so you sucked his cock, right?"

She looked down.

"For money! We are running a goddamn whorehouse, I don't like it one damn bit."

"You do the women." She was trying to get control of things again.

"You got that started, I just went along with it. I am ashamed of it, too."

"You didn't seem to mind so much with your fucking Lynn!" She was getting back into the argument.

"I was ashamed of myself there, too."

"All right. I am sorry. What do you want to do?" She suddenly sounded calm. I just looked at her in surprise, she shifted from being totally irate to manipulative in seconds, even to the point of tiny tears in between.

Nearly fifteen long years of marriage, two kids and I had no idea at all who this woman was that was sitting in front of me.

"I want to run a nice legitimate spa." I told her.

"We can't do that, it won't make any real money."

"It will make enough." I told her.

"No. It won't. It will just pay the bills, and barely."

"Isn't that enough?" I asked her.

She hesitated, looked at me for several long seconds. Her eyes narrowed.

"No. It isn't enough."

"Well, I am shutting it down, then!"

"You can't. We aren't co-owners, it isn't part of our joint assets. We have a partnership. I will buy you out."

"Just how in the hell are you going to buy me out?"

"How much do you want?"

"$80,000.00." I told her. It was half of what we had paid for the building.

Too late I realized it wasn't anywhere near enough.

Patty reached into her purse and pulled out her checkbook, wrote out the check as I just stared at her in shock. She handed me the check, pulled a document out of her purse.

She had come prepared.

"Sign here."

I signed it.

At the door, she stopped and looked back at me.

"I will have someone get in touch with you...about the rest." Her eyes were cold.

I sat there for a long time looking at the check. 

The next day I applied at the mill, they hired me on the spot. I found an apartment, moved my things. There was no arguments with Patty at all, she just let me take what I wanted. She wasn't even at the house when I moved.

All I took was mine, anyway.

I remember the day the divorce was final, Patty had sent me the papers. It was one of those "no-fault" things. I didn't even bother with a lawyer, but we did have a hearing over division of assets even though I protested nothing.

The Judge? You guessed it, Judge Charles Walton. Our house was deeply financed, there was little equity but I did get another small check. I was floored when Patty just wrote a check and paid off the house mortgage, then wrote me one for my half of the equity. Our joint bank account was thin, too, Patty just turned that over to me.

My pension that I had taken early and invested was less than $3000, that never even came up as an issue.

I knew Patty had a bank account somewhere, somehow. I had no idea how much or even how she had done it, I never bothered to check. She had always done the books, and at the last there it was quite a bit so I figured that was part of it.

I had a feeling deep inside that Judge Walton was another part of it, too.

I didn't care.

I remember that last thing the Judge said to me.

"There isn't going to be any trouble, is there son?" 

I just shook my head no and walked out. I knew there wasn't a single thing I could do.

I get my kids half the time now. Patty runs that nice spa up on the hill, I drive by it sometimes but never stop. The parking lot is always full.

I heard through the gravevine that she wrote a check and paid off the mortgage on the spa, too. That big Mercedes in the parking lot is hers, too. I still drive my old truck.

I did get hired part time at the other spa downtown. Business is slower there but growing, plus there is nothing going on with any of the help. The lady that runs it likes me, sometimes she asks me to work on her, something I am glad to do. I accidentally let the drape slip and uncovered one of her breasts once, I apologized and she just smiled and said, "No problem." Then she pulled the drape down and asked me to work on her breasts, since they hurt. I did, I have no problem with that if the client doesn't mind.

There are some new rules in our State now, a client may be nude if they wish, and if it is all right with the therapist too. That is actually better, and I don't mind that, either. But I never touch in any manner that is out of line or without permission.

Now I can work with pride. I do admit I really enjoy touching women, making them feel good. But I never touch then in a manner that I consider sexual, although I am sure some might see it that way. The surprise is how many clients I saw at our spa on the hill sometimes stop in to see me. Women that I took to orgasm before, happy to relax with just my touch now. Some fully nude, I admit I like to look at them.

I have a house now with some spare rooms, one I converted into massage room at home. I get to help real people with real concerns. Soon I won't need my job at the mill, my life is getting better.

One thing some might find odd is that for over two years I have not gone on a date. I just can't bring myself to ask anyone. I still get visions of Patty, the way she was. I love her deeply, the way she was, and I have dreams of her, pleasant ones. 

But then I see her eyes, handing me the documents made up ahead of time, writing a check for an amount I had no idea she even had. That kills the pleasant thoughts.

Today my phone rang. It was Janet Walton. She asked me if I was taking clients, I was. We chatted quite a bit, talked about Patty and the spa, about everything that happened. The sessions I had with her had been extremely intimate, but I did explain to her that I kept my practice completely legitimate now.

"I understand. But I was thinking, perhaps instead we could...do a trade?"

I guess I was silent for quite awhile.

"We could do anything we want to then." Her voice had almost a laugh in it.

"How about around 7 tonight?" I made my decision.

"Wonderful! I will see you then." She hung up.

Judge Walton's wife, his pretty trophy wife. A beautiful redhead. Judge Walton had paid my wife to stick his dick in her mouth, and lord knows where else. I decided it was time to return the favor and stick mine into everything on his wife.

There are a few things that I learned about the Judge. He is a large man with huge power in our community, he can do anything he wants, perhaps take anything he wants. But his wife had told me all I needed to know during one of our sessions.

She had reached down and grasped me, and uttered, "Oh my God you are so big!"

So there are places on Judge Walton's wife he can never know, never reach. 

I will bet I can.

Fair is fair, I guess. I was smiling to myself as I went back and prepared my little home office.



Business Proposal Ch. 03



(There is almost no sex in this story, so be forewarned)

*

Patty and I had been married for a shade over 18 years the day I stood in that courtroom. Our divorce was one of those "no-fault" things, so the results were obvious, no arguments. I kept looking over at the woman I had loved for so long, she never once looked back at me.

Then Judge Walton had looked down at me in a stern manner.

"There won't be any trouble out of you, son?" He had said. It wasn't a question.

Judge Walton owned more than half the town, he had power beyond belief. I knew that, so I just humbly nodded my head and walked out.

It all came crashing down in a few short weeks. Had anyone asked before, I would have answered instantly that Patty and I were one person, mated for life, happy.

That turned out to be not correct.

I thought about it later, wondering just how in the hell and why Patty had done that to me? I thought I knew why, there suddenly was money, something that up until that point we had always lacked. Money had never really mattered to me, we were a family, we were in love. I thought so anyway, but in the end, I guess that money and things mattered to Patty.

We had heavily mortgaged our house, it already had one mortgage on it and we took out a second. I had cashed in my pension plan, that was a pittance but it helped us swing the deal to buy that spa. We still owed a lot on the property and business, too.

How in the hell had Patty just produced a checkbook I had no clue that she even had, and started writing checks? She paid off the property, had me sign to dissolve the business partnership, and handed me a check for $80,000.

Just like that.

I didn't know the answer, that kind of money sure as hell didn't come from our business activities, illegal be damned. The place was making money and quite a bit of it.

But not that much.

The good part was, I had a fat bank account. More than I ever even dreamed of having, to be honest.

Plus I now had no bills, I owed nothing. Our kids had moved on too, I sent checks regularly for their schooling but I knew that Patty sent them much more. At least she cared on that point.

I was suspicious, it almost had to be Judge Walton, there just was no other answer. Something had happened between my wife and the Judge, he had to be the source of the money.

I had a vision of my wife with him, that made me sick inside. I had loved her, but I had also stepped over the line. I had also been unfaithful in a way. I felt guilt at that, perhaps her knowing that I had done that was the cause?

There was a long period where I tried to blame myself.

Now I had no way to take it back, no way to return to our simple but happy life with each other.

The small community had few real secrets, the stories went around that the Judge was into everything. Even the local politics, if anyone wanted to run for city council, mayor, anything that mattered it was best to have the Judge on their side or somehow the votes just didn't seem to come.

There was a concrete plant, an asphalt plant, construction, materials. The papers called that economic development, they reported on the efforts of the Port Commission to bring business to our community. I read the stories, almost without fail I found Judge Walton in the mix somewhere.

Me? I worked in the mill, and part time at the other spa in town. What was I going to do about what had happened? The truth is I wasn't going to do anything at all.

I had almost forgotten, given up the day my phone rang and it was Janet, Judge Walton's wife. She asked for a session, I explained to her that I was legitimate, the memory of some of the heated sessions I had given her at our spa flashed into my mind.

She hinted that we could have a session just between us, she made it obvious what she meant.

I told her to drop on by. That was a mistake. I had it in my mind to get revenge, take the Judge's wife in a way he never could, a way he could not match. 

I did exactly that, too. We started on the table and ended up on the floor, then after some rest I took her again.

It almost was not lovemaking, or sex. It was more in anger, all of the pent up rage I felt at being betrayed came out of me. My penis was a weapon, she was the property of that Judge. I tried to break her until I was exhausted, taking it out on her.

But she had done nothing to deserve it, not that I knew of anyway.

"I've never...." Was all Janet said, looking at me afterwards. She was soaked in sweat, disheveled. Then she kissed me, got up naked and walked into my bathroom. She came out in minutes looking like she always did, a beautiful mature woman. I sat there and watched her as she dressed and with a wave, walked out my door. 

She never came back, but then I didn't expect her to.

I got up the next morning feeling once again dirty, ashamed of myself. The feeling of vengeance I had hoped for never came. Instead my mouth seemed filled with bile, I did not like myself much right then.

I got in my truck to head for work, halfway there I saw the flashing lights in my mirror. I glanced down at my speed, I was doing 30 in a 35 zone.

It took the officer a solid hour to finish writing the ticket, 55 in a 35. That made me late for work. I got another one on the way home.

I knew why. The 3rd one came two days later, I knew that that meant my insurance would be cancelled. Of course there was the high risk insurance pool, I knew what that would cost.

The way things would be was being explained to me, I knew.

I went from feeling ashamed of myself to mad.

Crazy things flashed into my mind, like the patch of Scotchbloom I knew about that overlooked the parking lot at Patty's spa. I could hide up there and wait, an easy shot when the Judge showed up. I even fantasized about the escape routes I could take, the possible alibis.

I finally shook my head, that was really crazy, that wasn't me. No way was I going to throw away my life for his, no way.

That thought was there, though.

I drove out to the valley the next day, sold my old truck and bought a car, thinking that might hide me somehow.

I was stopped on the way home, in a long stretch of road. I sat with my mind numb, both hands on the steering wheel as the officer approached. I saw it was a city cop car, but we were 20 miles outside of town.

"You know why I stopped you, don't you?" 

"Yea, I have a pretty good idea."

"I don't like it any better than you do but I need to keep my job."

I just nodded.

"Some things are best left alone." He said.

"OK." I answered. He stood there silent for quite awhile. I began to wonder if maybe he was going to drag me out of the car, slap me around or something.

"Dammit! I can't cite you. I just can't."

I just looked at him.

"All right then." He turned and walked towards his car, then he stopped and came back. 

"We never talked." He said, handing me a piece of paper and walking quickly away.

I didn't understand that, but I was grateful to not get another ticket. I looked at the slip of paper, it was just a telephone number.

That was really strange. The next day I made it to work, no one bothered me. I got off shift, then cleaned up and went down to the spa. I had just two clients and was done by 8 PM, so I decided to head down to the cafe for a meal. I checked my pocket for some cash, felt the slip of paper.

On impulse, I stopped at a pay phone and called the number. I really didn't expect an answer, not at nearly 9 PM, maybe a message machine or something?

A male voice answered.

"Someone gave me this number, I am not sure what it is all about?" I asked. I didn't know what else to say.

"Who are you?"

"Dan Magnusan."

"Just a minute." I held on for several minutes, I was just about to hang up when he came back.

"You are on a pay phone?"

"Yes."

"Good, don't use the one at home or your cell phone."

Now what the hell? I thought.

"We need to talk." He gave me an address in a town more than 40 miles inland.

"What is this all about?"

"Just come by, and don't talk to anyone." Then he hung up.

Don't talk to anyone? About what? And don't use my telephone? I was totally confused. I shrugged and went on down to the cafe, had a nice dinner. I had the usual light banter with the cute little waitress that worked there, we always flirted. But then she flirted with everyone, it was just part of her job. I had thought of asking her for a date a few times, but never got around to it.

All of that helped my mood a little bit. Still, on the way home I watched my mirrors, kept a look around. 

"Don't use the phone at home." The man had told me. That made me nervous as hell.

Two days later I pulled into the parking lot of an office building out in the valley. Paranoid, I had checked the mirror regularly, and kept just under the speed limit all the way. The building was plain, all there was on the outside was a number.

A large man greeted me, shook my hand.

"Thanks for coming. We need to ask you some questions." He produced a badge, showed it to me.

Great. I figured I was probably really in trouble now.

"I haven't done anything." I protested.

He just laughed. 

"No, not really, anyway. At least not that we give a shit about. I am John Baxter, I work for the Federal government. We are investigating Judge Charles Walton....and your ex wife." He looked at me pointedly for my reaction.

"Oh, for the spa? For...some of what they are...doing?" I felt a twinge of panic, were they after me, too?

"No, we don't give a damn about that, but we do care about corruption."

"Corruption?"

"Yes, we want to know about the money you got paid, and where it came from."

"Patty wrote me a check, hey look, I paid the taxes on that."

"Yea, we know." He grinned at me.

"Look, here is the deal. The Port down there passed a 5 million dollar bond measure, environmental cleanup was the reason. We know that a lot of the funds got diverted through dummy companies, we know that the Judge is involved. Nothing we could prove until he made a mistake and bought into your wife's business."

"I figured it had to be something like that, but what do you need from me?"

"All of your financial records for you and your wife, it's just a loose end. We need to document in court that there was no actual source for the half million. There wasn't, was there? No dead Grandpa, no secret bank account? We have been checking, we can't find anything."

"Half million?" I asked, startled. 

Then I thought about it, a half million? Dollars? That meant kickbacks involved, money laundering, Patty smack dab in the middle of all of that.

"What did she do?"

"She was running cash through the books, that makes clean money. There sure are some high priced happy endings going on out there." He laughed again at his own joke.

"Then funneling it back to Judge Walton, and getting a cut. Of course lots of it got hidden in phony expenses, things like that. So tax fraud on top of it."

"She is in real bad trouble, then?"

"Yea, but we want Judge Walton. What did you get, 80 grand?" He laughed again.

I blushed and hung my head. We stood up, shook hands. I drove back home.

All hell was about to break loose. I couldn't help Patty, they had warned me about that.

There was a photo and big story in the local paper a few weeks later, Judge Walton being led off in handcuffs. There was a related story about Patty's spa, it seems one of her clients was an investigator. She was arrested for prostitution, they raided the Judge's office and Patty's too. There was quite a splash in the papers for weeks, my name never got mentioned.

Patty testified, I sat and heard it. She never looked my way, not one time. She didn't even look ashamed when they asked her about what she had done, she just admitted it all.

They really didn't need me in court much, they already had it all down, had the Judge cold. I testified for perhaps 15 minutes, then mercifully got out of there. I was just a loose end, like they said.

One funny thing, I went down to the courthouse to pay my traffic tickets but they had no record of them.

The Judge put up a serious court battle but lost, he got a long sentence. I read a few months later that his wife filed for divorce. Patty was released on probation, but the spa went to the government, something about Rico statutes. Money laundering was federal, they didn't play games. Caught cold, she had cut a deal.

I expected them to demand I pay back the $80,000. They never asked and I never offered. The truth is I don't think they really cared, or perhaps it was my reward for coming completely clean with the little I really knew?

I really don't know, there are a lot of things I don't know.

They say revenge is sweet, I don't think so. The whole mess made me feel sick.

Patty ended up living in an apartment just outside of town, I heard through the grapevine that she had been dating the guy who owns the gas station in town for awhile.

I saw her a few times during all of that. She looked good, just older. Oddly, I got a twinge each time, remembering the way we had been. She always smiled and said hello but that was about it.

Me? I quit my job at the mill finally, bought the spa I had worked at. It makes a living, pays the bills.

And Lynn, the woman that started all of this, just wanting to help me with my sore back? I see her from time to time. 

I am not a client.

We are friends. Friends with benefits, I guess that is called. She is older now, but then so am I. By the third session of "just touch" it went beyond that. The relationship fills a need in both of our lives, those times together are special. We go to the beach, we take walks, Lynn loves to fish and we sit out by a nearby lake and catch whatever bites and then let them go. We both know very well that that is all there ever will be, though.

I never remarried, I have no plans to do so either. The kids stop by from time to time, spend a few hours and go back to their own lives. We never talk about their Mom much other than just in passing. 

The other day I was driving down to my spa, just to check on things. I have a good crew, we do hair and nails, waxing, massage, wraps and baths. We even have both private and co-ed hot tubs, those are fun but no hanky-panky is allowed. It's pretty nice, I think, I am proud of my place. I really like what I do, I guess you could say that means I am happy.

There are moments, though, and this was one of them.

I walked into the office, said hi to Sylvia, my desk clerk. I was talking to her, just checking on sales when I heard a familiar voice.

I looked up and Patty walked out of the back and up to my counter. She looked like a million dollars, expensive clothes, her hair and makeup perfect. She smiled at me, handed Sylvia a credit card.

I just blinked in surprise, it had been a long time since I saw her. I just nodded.

"Hi Danny! Nice to see you." Then she signed the slip and left. I looked out the window, she climbed into a huge Mercedes and drove off.

"What was she here for?" I asked Sylvia.

"Wax job, she asked for Brad." Sylvia grinned at me. "She tipped $20.00." She added, holding up the slip.

I sighed. Now what the hell? Then Brad came out, walked up to the counter to check the schedule.

He grinned at me. I knew he had no idea who Patty was.

"That one is something else." He said, shaking his head.

There are always loose ends.



Business Proposal



"Oh, Hi Danny! Nice to hear from you."

We chatted a bit, I told her about passing my exams. She was happy about that, then she booked me for early afternoon the next Saturday.

I showed up right on time. The first thing I noticed was Lynn's hair was different, it was styled and fell away in little curls. She also had on some makeup, I had never seen her in makeup before. The simple blue smock she had always worn before was replaced with a pretty soft blouse and skirt. The whole package seemed to take the edge off the fact that she was so homely. But I had long since gotten so I didn't even notice that, anyway.

"You look nice." I told her.

"Thank you." She beamed at that. She even did that little flick of her hair movement that so many women do, just like Patty always did if she got a compliment.

"Well, ready to go to work?" I asked her.

"Sure. Say, Danny. I was thinking...Would you like to do a trade today? Since you are licensed now?" She reached back and placed one hand on her right hip.

"I have a hip that is bothering me...a little."

"OK. Sure, glad to! Who's first?"

"I will do you first, then we can just switch and you can return...the favor?"

That sounded a little bit odd but I dismissed it. Lynn had helped me so much, I was looking forward to helping her.

Lynn went though a nice normal session, when I finally turned over with my usual erection she reached down and grasped me. It wasn't the normal get it done and over with, she took her time and played. Finally I could not take any more, my body released so strongly my vision blurred for a few seconds. It was the most powerful climax I ever had in my life, and she just kept on until I built up and had a second one that lasted even longer.

"How was that?" She grinned at me, already knowing. I almost couldn't answer her.

Finally I sat up, then got dressed. I reached for some clean drapes, remade the table, placing a large towel for her to cover herself with. She sat and watched me.

"OK, I will step out while you get ready."

"No need." She said, tugging the blouse over her head. She reached behind her back and tripped the large white bra, her heavy breasts swung free. She was watching me for a reaction, I carefully gave none. Besides, some of the women in our classes had shown little if any modesty, just like a few of my clients, so I was used to nudity here and there.

Then she slid the skirt down and off, I was surprised to see that her abdomen was flat as a board. Lynn was a large woman but there was no fat on her anywhere. She had on a light yellow pair of panties, she hooked her thumbs and stripped those off, stepped out of them. There was a large mass of pubic hair between her legs, obviously never trimmed.

Then she lay face down on the table, tilted her lower body slightly and brought up her knee to almost her waist. This opened her up, exposing her completely. Her hairy pussy lips were thick and swollen, the lips parted slightly right in the center. I could even see her big clit, the tuft of hairs right at the top curled upwards. Her hood was large, the skin pulled back, I could even see her big button sticking out.

This was a bit more than I was used to, I hesitated for a moment, feeling my erection start to grow. I took a deep breath to get myself under control.

"That is the side that is giving me trouble." She told me, reaching back and touching her hip. I picked up the lotion and went to work. I had her purring in just a few short minutes.

"Oh, you do have good hands.", She told me.

I worked her legs as high as I dared, her privates were completely exposed to me and of course she knew that. I rolled her over to the other side and repeated all the motions, stopping a few inches short each time of actually touching her there.

"You can go higher, Danny." Her voice was a tiny whisper. I was unsure, even knowing what she meant, but I wanted to just reach down, touch her, do her.

"I am not supposed to....."

"We aren't working, we aren't getting paid, Danny. Please?" Her voice was husky and it was obvious she wanted me to touch her.

I let my hand slide up her inner thigh, turned my palm and cupped her. She sighed, I began to stroke her from front to back, my fingers reaching around her mound as I drew the flat of my palm over her damp pussy. Her hips came off the table and her legs spread even more as I let my trailing fingers stroke over her. I splayed my fingers and repeated the motion slowly, over and over. Soon she was gasping, so I let my index finger slide inside. She pushed back against me so I increased the pressure, I felt her first contraction begin as she let out a groan. I kept right on, now lightly flicking her hard little button. She gasped again and went into another series of convulsions.

As she came down, I stroked her buttocks, then down her legs and back up. Wiping and reoiling my hands, I went to work on her back. In short order the muscles relaxed and flowed out flat, I let my fingers drift down and stroked the sides of her big heavy breasts. She gave out some more quiet moans. I reached down and cupped each one in my hands, she lifted up slightly to allow me. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, the weight of my chest against her bare back slightly. I leaned down and nibbled her earlobe, whispering, "I want to make this as nice for you as you did me."

Then I whispered in her ear to turn over. She rolled over to her back, each of her big breasts lay over to the side, her nipples were tightened up into hard buttons. Her ribcage and abdomen were flushed with red. I took each one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger and gently rolled them again.

"Harder!" She hissed between clenched teeth, the sound had a shudder to it. I increased the pressure, her stomach muscles rolled in waves, she had orgasmed again just from that.

I stroked the entire front of her body lovingly, enjoying every moment. At the last she brought her knees up, spreading her legs completely, to allow me access. She gave up her body totally to my touch, it was a beautiful thing. I began more long slow strokes up and over her vagina, it was now swollen to enormous size. Her body jerked in uncontrolable motions, then she fell limp, she was now soaked in sweat.

Finally I slowed the strokes down, then I got one of those warm damp towels and wiped her down.

"Thank you, Danny. I needed that so badly, it's been so long."

"My pleasure.", I told her, looking down at her still spread legs. She watched me looking at her, smiled. Her hand drifted down and lightly brushed her now wide open pussy.

I was fully erect again, I couldn't help it. It took all of the control I had to not drop my pants and just climb up on top of her. I am not sure she would have stopped me, in fact, I am sure she would not have. She was looking right at me but not seeing me, her body still trembling.

Instead, I reached down and slid my index finger inside her, stroking upwards gently towards her navel. She placed one hand lightly on top of mine. Her hips bucked upwards, I reached across with the other hand and lightly flicked her clit, she exploded into a series of waves. I felt her inner muscles clamp down on my finger like a vice as she released yet again.

She lay there quietly for several minutes as I washed my hands and toweled them dry.

Then she sat up, reached for her clothes and dressed. She hugged me tightly as I prepared to leave.

"Will you come back? We can trade again? That was..amazing!"

"I would love to." I told her, not sure if I should. I was already way over the top of anything I had ever done and I did love my wife. I felt that pang of guilt again thinking of her.

Back at my house, Patty asked me how it went.

"We did a trade, Lynn had a sore hip."

"Oh? That's good, it saves money us that way."

"Yes, it does." I almost told her the truth, then thought better of it. I felt guilty as hell, decided I had better not let anything like that happen again.

But Patty was not even the least bit concerned, after all, I had clients over to our house, men and women both, sometimes even a couple. Not a lot of them but all of them were just normal massages. Sure, a few women hinted around, some of the male clients got erections. I saw lots of flashes of bare breasts and genitals, I just did my best to keep my good bedside manner.

Besides, with my wife in the other room, I wasn't about to take any chances.

I kept on with that, plus I often worked on Patty, too. She loved those sessions, they always ended up with us making sweet love.

One day after I had given her a massage, we lay there basking in each other. 

"Do any of your women clients ever tease you or ask for more that just...a massage?"

"Uhhh...well, sometimes they do act like they want....." I am a lousy liar, and of course some of them did, so I just told her the truth. I mentioned that Jack's wife was...well, naughty.

She seemed surprised at that, then looked at me oddly, but at least she had a slight smile on her face.

"What do you do about that?"

"The men are the worst." I said, trying to shift the conversation.

Patty giggled at that.

"So what do you do about them?" She pressed.

"I just don't book them any more." In fact, there had been a male client named Paul earlier in the week that got an erection and managed to tug the sheet over. I had pulled it back into place and cut him off.

"Which ones, did I meet any of them?"

"Yea, that Paul guy that was here on Monday."  Patty had answered the door when he knocked.

"Really? He was cute, he didn't look gay."

"I don't think he is really, maybe bi? He just was making it obvious and I don't like that."

"What about when one of the women does that?" She leaned back and grinned at me.

"They..well, they don't." I started to try to lie.

"You just said some of them do." She was now looking right at me.

"Well, a little bit, but they are women." I managed, not making much sense with that but the best I could do.

"So what do you do?" She was getting insistant now.

"I tug the sheet back into place and ignore it."

"You mean some of them...expose themselves?"

"Yes, Not a lot but yes, some of them do."

"That's kinda hot." She smiled at me.

"What? Hot? No, it's just a massage."

"I will just bet. Have you ever given any of them a massage...like you do to me?"

I was now caught. Patty knew me very well, my hesitation told her the answer.

"You have, haven't you? Tell me about it!"

"Just one."

"Which one?"

"Lynn."

"Lynn? You mean the one that worked on your back? For a couple of years?" She sat up suddenly.

"Yes." I hung my head.

"No wonder you were over there a couple of times a week, were you screwing her?" Now she sounded angry.

"Patty, it wasn't like that. She just had a sore hip and we did a trade. All it was was touch, we didn't...."

"You had better tell me!" She was sitting on the edge of the bed. Somehow that was strange, both of us were naked.

So I told her about it, all of it. I didn't hold anything back at all. She sat there calmly and listened.

"So you let her jack you off? All those times?"

"It wasn't like that, it just...got in the way and she..." I tried to protest.

"I'll just bet. So are you going to see her again?"

"I hadn't planned on it."

"Why not? As long as it's just...touch." She got up, grinned at me and went into our bathroom, leaving me sitting there, not completely understanding. I had expected to lose one of my testicles, maybe have it end up in a pickle jar on the mantle as a warning. Patty just seemed to take what I told her in stride, almost like she had already known?

I was a bit confused. She came out of the bathroom, I sat and watched her as she got dressed. I could spend the rest of my life just watching her, I knew.

Later, over dinner, I had to ask her.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, Danny. I figured that during a massage session, that..things happen sometimes."

"I really do try to avoid that."

"I know. Maybe you should relax about it. You really do have good hands. Besides, isn't it good for business?"

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not."

"Just three clients each day would pay way more than you make in that mill."

"Yes, but..."

"And your pension there is fully vested?"

"Yes, but..."

"I know you are sick of that mill, why not open a spa?"

"A what? A spa?"

"Sure, with baths, hot tub. Massage, waxing, there are lots of possibilities. Those seaweed wraps, al sorts of things. Even sell some beauty products, stuff like that"

"A spa? Waxing? You mean like you get? I don't know how to...."

"Danny, you know I have been getting waxed for almost four years now? It costs $50 each time, we could hire help, a spa can make good money."

"I never even thought of that."

"I have. The place I go to is for sale, we could buy that. I can handle the office, do the appointments. You can run the facility, be part of the staff. We can make good money and be in business for ourselves."

It sounded like Patty had it all planned out.

I thought about that. It really could work. It was something I would like to do, besides, I was sick of that noisy mill and the shift work.

"Ok. Let's look into it, it might be a good plan."

"Great! I thought you would be interested. Oh, by the way, I really am not mad at you..for the..other stuff." She grinned.

"That's good. I really didn't mean to...."

"Relax, I knew for a long time. You came home a bit less...interested than normal. Besides, the wax jobs I get? They are done by a guy...Well, usually."

I looked at Patty, surprised.

"You mean?"

"Yea," she grinned even bigger. 

"It's just touch." She said. I could see she was looking for my reaction.

"I suppose he is cute?" I was mildly miffed at that, managed to slip into my well practiced tableside manner.

"No, he is about 50 and bald. I just close my eyes and think of you."

"You think of me?"

"Yea, I really do. It works, too." She blushed mildly, I just grinned at her. What the hell could I say?

"What does he do?" I asked.

"What do you think he does?" She smiled at me again.

I had a feeling I knew.

"He is pretty good, we should keep him on the payroll."