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Leanna

By: mony50us



I was sitting in my office when I saw her standing in my doorway.

There had been a long trip through time and life to be able to say that one short sentence. In fact, I had come to believe that I would never see my wife again.

I guess I need to explain. I'll start at the beginning and try to keep it short.

My name is Francis (Monte) Moody. Where and how I got my nickname is another story, but I can truthfully say that alcohol was definitely involved.

I met my wife, Leanne, early in college. Naturally, we attended several classes together and my heart was hers from almost the first time I laid eyes on her. Most men would have said that she was a typical young college woman. She was not pretty but she most definitely was good looking, with beautiful full black hair worn long and a very nice face. Her figure was trim and athletic although her breasts were on the small side. She was not the smartest girl in the class nor was she the dumbest. However, I didn't care what anyone else thought about her because for me, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was smart, sexy and fun to be around.

We didn't make any connection at first. I'll admit that I went out of my way to be at places and parties when I knew she would be there. She never seemed to notice me though. Finally, I screwed up my courage and asked her for a date. Up to that point, she had always been friendly but distant. I really didn't expect a yes and when she accepted, I was surprised and thrilled.

I took her to dinner and then we went dancing at one of the nice clubs that a lot of college kids frequented. We had a blast. She was a terrific dancer and she made me look like a much more talented dancer that I was. Afterwards I took her home and she gave me a very tender kiss and whispered, "Call me" in my ear.

That was all she wrote folks. From that wonderful evening on, we were a couple. We became exclusive and eventually became intimate. I was not her first and she was not my first. We didn't care. What was in the past didn't seem important to either of us.

Finally, we both graduated and then married. We have a marvelous daughter named Samantha. She is the light in both our eyes. We had what I thought was a solid marriage with both of us contributing to the union. We both enjoyed an active sex life with the expected tapering off over the years as we became older and more comfortable in our lives together.

The years seemed to fly by and it seemed in too short a time that Samantha was off to college leaving us alone. We had now been together for twenty-one years and married for eighteen. We both missed our daughter immensely.

I missed Sam but Leanne actually seemed to pine for her. I realized that she became depressed by her absence. It was a classic case of the empty nest syndrome.

After a few months where Leanne was moping around the house and was becoming withdrawn and argumentative, I made my fatal mistake. I suggested that maybe she could find a job to help fill her time and to give her some social life with people other than myself.

I pointed out to her that, without our realization, most of our friends seemed to have either moved away or had become involved with other friends. She had only one friend that she was able to socialize with, but even that friendship seemed doomed as they slowly drifted apart over a period of several months.

Leanne jumped on the idea of getting into the workforce. She was suddenly animated and bubbly. I would come home from work and find her with want ads strewn about the kitchen table. She was making lists and working on her resume at the same time.  

Leanne had never worked after leaving college and getting married and although she had a degree in marketing, I cautioned her that she was probably looking at an entry level position where ever she went. That didn't seem to faze her and it was two weeks later when I came home to a sumptuous meal with candles and wine. Leanne was literally bouncing around the room and giggling like a school girl. "Guess what!" she trilled. "I got a job, I got a job, I got a job!"

With that excited statement, Leanne embarked on her new life. However, it was not in marketing but in the fast-paced real estate industry. She had been hired to be the office agent for a large real estate office here in our city.

Life definitely improved rapidly and dramatically. Leanne was once again the lively and exciting woman I had married all those years ago. She made friends at work and soon we were socializing with them regularly.

Two of her closest friends were two ladies named respectively Carol and June. They both had been married and now were divorced. Sometimes they could be a little too much. They occasionally drank a little more than was called for and when they drank, they seemed to stretch the boundaries of common sense and good taste.

Actually, they were huge flirts and didn't seem to care if the person they were flirting with was married or not or whether the guy's wife was present or not. There were a few times that they carried their actions so far that the wife of their intended target got really pissed off.

Their flirting caused a really bad scene once that made everyone very uncomfortable and caused a husband to spend a significant period in the old doghouse. That incident caused a slowdown in the number of parties that had been occurring regularly.

Initially I thought that Carol and June were okay gals, even if they pushed the limits occasionally. But, as time passed, their actions began to grate on my nerves and I began to complain to Leanne about her association with them.

More than once I would caution her saying, "People see you as the same as those women that you call friends. Just remember, because if you hang out with sluts then people will paint you with the same brush."

At first, Leanne agreed with me but I quickly noticed that it didn't change the amount of time that the three of them hung out together. Then came the time when I again told Leanne that her reputation was beginning to suffer due to her friendship with the "dreadful duo." Her reaction shocked and surprised me. "God damn it, Monte you need to get the fuck off of that crap. They are my friends and I don't give a rat's ass what you or anyone else has to say about it."

She glared at me and turning, she stomped off; going to our bedroom where she slammed and locked the door. That had never happened before in our entire marriage. I was stunned and for several moments just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

Gradually my shock began to turn to anger. What the fuck was that all about? I knew I had been playing that old song for a few weeks but I could not believe that it called for her scorched earth response.

I spent the rest of the weekend alternating between anger, irritation, confusion and bewilderment. Leanne became the new ice age and refused to speak with me. Getting her to even grunt in response to me became the norm in our relationship.

Monday morning, Leanne was dressed and out of the house before I could even finish my shower. This was another first for us. Never had one of us ever left home without a hug, kiss or a murmured term of endearment.

Eventually she thawed out some even though she seemed to be more reserved and withdrawn. She continued to hang out with her buddies. She was now stopping with them for drinks a couple of times a week. When she would come home, I could see that she was just primed and waiting for me to make some comment.

I thought that I would just chill and try to wait her out. I figured that sooner or later she would work this attitude out of her system. Well hind sight is 20/20 for sure. About three months later I realized that I had fucked up royally.

That evening, Leanne was once again late coming home after work. It was almost ten p.m. when she came through the door. I got my no-longer-unexpected cold glance and without a word she walked past me to the bedroom.

After a moment, I followed her and sat on the bed while she changed clothes. This was the latest she had ever stayed out and I was curious. I had started to become suspicious about her girls' night out evenings. Frankly I wanted to see what she was wearing under her dress. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing anything out of the norm.

I know what you may think, but I instinctively knew that the woman that I had been living with for the past three or four months was not the woman that I had married and had lived with for all these years.

I was beginning to smell a rat and I was not happy at all. "Leanne, when are you going to stop being mad at me? I'm beginning to wonder what this is all about. Is this how you want to live our lives together?"

Leanne paused, turned half way towards me and cocked her head. "Don't you put your sanctimonious crap on me asshole. I don't have to take any of your shit so just back off or just pound sand. I'm not the problem here in this joke of a marriage."

She just stood there with an uncaring face. She didn't even appear to be angry. This just tore it for me. It took me a solid minute but I finally got control of my emotions enough to say those four words that have spelled the end so often between a husband and wife.

"We need to talk. "After you finish here, I'll be waiting in the kitchen. I can't take this any more, so if you care at all what happens to us, you will meet me there."

I was sitting at the table when she walked in and took a chair across from me. We sat for several moments and finally she sighed. "You wanted to talk, so talk. I'm not going to sit here all night. I'm tired and I have to work tomorrow."

I took a deep breath and I started. "Please let me just get this out. I don't want to argue anymore and I would appreciate you not interrupting me until I've finished."

"I just don't seem to know you anymore. You're only with me every now and then. You don't kiss me like you did before. Is there a broken heart waiting for me somewhere out there? The few times I've held you lately, you seem distant. It makes me wonder, do you pretend that I'm someone else you're longing for?

"There's a far-away look in your eye. My heart cries that I'm losing you. All I want is for you to hold me close and put my heart at ease. Whisper I love you once again. Just three words can make my heart believe. I just need to know if this is the beginning of the end for us."

With those words, I had poured out my heart. I just stopped talking as I had nothing left to say and nothing left to give. As I was talking, I could see her beginning to listen to me but as the look on her face changed, I could see that I wasn't getting the result I had hoped and prayed for.

Sadness. There was no anger. There was no look of love or compassion. She pushed back her chair, stood there momentarily and then she took her purse, grabbed her car keys and walked out the door. She had never uttered a single syllable.

I sat there for over an hour. "Was this it? Is this all that's left?" I just couldn't keep a coherent train of thought. Finally, I locked up the house and went to bed. I was so emotionally drained that surprisingly I had no problem sleeping until my alarm sounded the next morning.

There was no sign that Leanne had ever returned during the night. Running on automatic, I showered, dressed and went to work. Leanne never called me that day and both calls I made to her cell phone went directly to voice mail. I wanted to talk with her and not leave a damn message so I just disconnected instead.

Somehow I managed to get through the day at work. My personal trip to hell began that evening, as I sat on our bed and stared blankly at the open doors of the empty closet where my wife's clothes used to hang. Occasionally my gaze would drift to the open and empty drawers of her dresser.

I intuitively knew that I would find our bathroom empty of all her things that she had kept there. "She's gone!" There was no doubt in my mind. My wife had bailed and I knew that this wasn't some kind of stunt to fuck with my mind.

Somehow over the next three weeks, I stumbled through work. I'm sure that my boss was aware that I was struggling. I eventually informed him that my wife had left me. He didn't seem surprised. I guess over the years he had seen it before.

Finally I decided to take a week off from work. That Monday found me outside the office where Leanne worked. I was determined to confront her and I was not afraid to make a scene if necessary.

As I walked through the door, I could tell that everyone there recognized me immediately. Looking around at their faces, I realized that they were all friends of Leanne. To me they were just acquaintances.

I looked towards Leanne's desk and there was a woman sitting there that I had never seen before. Puzzled, I then looked around for Carol and June. They were not anywhere to be seen. I just stood there with my arms hanging loosely by my side. Everyone could see the lost look on my face.

Finally a woman whom I remembered as Evelyn approached me. "Monte can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Leanne!" As I said this I kept glancing wildly around the room looking for my wife.

"Oh my, you don't know!" With those words, Evelyn took my hand and led me into a small office off to the side. I quietly followed her and I'm sure that I looked completely lost and confused.

She sat me down and had someone run for a glass of water. Then Evelyn shut the door and sat across from me. "Monte, Leanne is not here. She doesn't work here anymore. We are not sure what happened, but she just stopped coming to work about three weeks ago."

I realized that was the day after she walked out on me. I never expected this. I was sure that she was still here. That heavy feeling in my heart just doubled in weight. She was not just gone from our home; she was gone from my life.

"Maybe Carol or June can tell me where she is." I was desperate and grasping at straws. My life was crumbling and I couldn't seem to do a thing to stop it from happening.

"They are gone also." She grimaced and continued, "Let me tell you what I have heard. Every since Leanne came to work here, she has been close friends with those two. I can tell you that on more than one occasion, I overheard them bashing you."

"They would tell Leanne that you were a controlling bastard who really didn't want her to have any fun. After a while I could hear Leanne agreeing with all the things that they told her. Leanne began to change after that. She began to associate only with Carol and June."

As Evelyn talked, I began to get a picture of the train wreck of my life. It seems that the deadly duo had both come from marriages where their husbands had dumped them for a younger woman. Once you got to know them, anyone could see that they were very bitter and had become very distrusting of any man.

It seems that they had become jealous of Leanne and over time had done their best to destroy our relationship. They poisoned her with their own bitterness and she just sucked it up as gospel.

The only good news was that even though the two she-devils tried to get Leanne to cheat on me, as far as anyone knew, they had not succeeded. The bad news was that she was gone and no one had a clue where.

That afternoon, I got a letter of notification from my bank. It seems that there had been an electronic withdrawal from our account. That's right, exactly one half of all our monies were gone. She didn't even have to come into the bank. It was all done over the internet.

All this time I had been putting off calling and talking to our daughter. Finally I placed the call. I started to try to tell Sam that her mom had left me, but she interrupted before I could really say much.

"Dad, Mom already called me. How could you do that to my mother?" Her voice was angry and shrill. "I can't believe that my own father could be so cruel. I am really angry and disappointed in you. Maybe someday I can get over your despicable actions, but right now I can't even stand to hear your voice."

With those words ringing in my ears, she slammed down the receiver and hung up on me. This was just too much. Now both the women in my life had shit on me. I would have laid down my life in their defense. I loved them both with my entire heart and soul. I didn't deserve any of that shit. I was not the bad guy here. I was the victim!

I waited a minute to calm down some and then dialed Sam's number again. When she answered the phone, I immediately cut her off and really laid into her.

"This is how you treat me? I'm your father and I've never done anything ever to be treated this way by you. I didn't leave your mother. She left me and she did it without a word. I had just finished begging her for her love. You know what she did? She never uttered a single syllable. She simply got up from the kitchen table and walked out of my life forever. I don't even know where she is or how to contact her."

I paused for a breath and then continued. "I will continue to pay for your college education because I gave my word. But from this point on, I don't want to talk to you, see you, or hear from you. You and your mother have finally and irrevocably done too much for me to ever forgive!"

I didn't bother to say goodbye. I simply hung up the phone. Then I broke down. While all that had been going on, I had managed to hold up more or less, but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I sobbed and cried until my tear ducts went dry and then as crazy as it sounds, I cried some more.

My phone had kept ringing but I completely ignored it. I no longer cared to answer it. My life as I had known it was over. I had no wife and no daughter. I had no friends. All I had was an empty house and a job.

 

Leanna Ch. 02



With the words that you have just read, you have seen the end of my life as I had known it. I had nothing left but my job. The only way I was able to retain any sanity in my life was to devote myself to my work. That is just what I did. I went to work early and left late to make up for it. I worked six and seven days a week. I became the best in marketing and sales in my company. Face it, I could sell snow to an Eskimo or snow gear in hell.

That went on for about two months. Then my boss, who was much smarter than I ever gave him credit for pulled me into his office.

"Monte, you need to lighten up. You are a wreck just looking for a place to happen. How long do you think that you can keep up the pace you have been working?"

I looked at him puzzled and gave him my best answer. "Huh?"

"Look", he smiled, "you are my best salesman. Since your wife left you, your sales have gone up over 25%, but you are really starting to look like total dog shit. You are getting to the point where you have no best foot to put forward and in sales that is a death knell. You can't sell if your appearance is starting to scare your customers."

He went on to say some other things but I wasn't really paying attention. I realized that I was the most important thing in my life and I needed to start taking care of myself. Obviously, the people whom I had assumed cared for me really did not. It took a few days but suddenly I was eating better, joined a gym and was paying more attention to my personal hygiene.

Early on during the "Crap" period of my life, in a fit of anger, I had destroyed my cell phone. I just stomped on it until there was just a jumble of pieces that made it impossible to make or receive phone calls. When I went to my carrier for a new phone, they must been having a bad day also since they completely pissed me off.

The result of that was a new carrier, a new cell phone and a new phone number. I had cancelled my home phone service a few years ago since Leanne and I both had cell phones, so there was need for anything else. Now if anyone did not call me at work then they did not call me at all. I guarded my new number like a pit bull and was very, very selective in giving it out.

Sometime near the end of month four of my "Crap" period, the office receptionist, Paula, called me on my office intercom. "Monte, you have a call on line three; it's your daughter." She had no idea about my personal life. My boss and I had kept most of it just between the two of us. 

I stared at the blinking light like it was the trigger to a bomb. The light just kept on blinking and I had no idea what to do. Paula's voice through the intercom startled me when she asked if I was going to pick up the line or not? I thought for a moment and then "Okay, thanks Paula, I'll pick it up."

I really didn't care about proper etiquette for answering this call. I simple picked up the receiver and said "What?" With a tremulous voice I heard Sam say "Dad, is that you?" "Yes, it's me." I was at loss about what to say so I kept my answers very short. I guess this was a day for surprises because I heard her say, "Can I see you? I need to see you, please!"

"Dad, I have been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for over a month and I can't do this over the phone. I need to see you. I'm downstairs in the lobby and I'm not leaving until you agree to meet with me so I can talk to you and try to explain."

"I'm not sure we have anything to say to each other, Sam." "Please Dad, I'm begging!" I was pretty sure that I didn't want to do this, but if I had to then it would have to be someplace in public. From the tone of her voice I knew I had to do this. "Ok, My Place at 7:00 P.M." and I hung up.

For those that don't know, My Place is a small neighborhood bar near my house. I've been known to stop there now and then for a drink and while their menu is small, their food is the best. My daughter knew that I liked to stop there so I was certain she would find it with ease.

Sam was there when I walked through the door. She was sitting in one of the booths toward the rear of the bar. I couldn't help but notice that she looked like a little girl waiting for her punishment for something that she had done wrong. She was sitting hunched forward with her head hanging down and her hands clasped in her lap.

Sam didn't look up as I slid quietly into the booth opposite her. She knew I was there but made no acknowledgement of my presence. We sat there silently for several minutes. She had asked me to come. The pain of our last conversation was still a large lump in my heart. I said nothing simply because I didn't know what I could say.

Eventually Sam raised her head and looked me in the eyes. She had a very serious, no nonsense expression. "I don't know what is going on between you and Mom. I've been talking with her now for the last two months. I don't understand why she left. I know that she says that she still loves you but that she can't live with you anymore."

Then her voice became stronger as she said, "She won't tell me shit about what the hell happened between you and her. She says that it is none of my business and just to stay out of it. Well I want you to know that is total bullshit! You are both my parents and it is my business."

It was obvious that she was really stressed out but I could see her making a strong effort to control her emotions. I determined that the whole reason for the meeting between us was for me to tell my side of the story. She must have figured that half of the story was better than none.

We spent the next hour sitting there while I told her my story from the beginning til now. She was stunned when I told her how her mother had screamed at me and then she cried when I told her how Leanne left. "I can't believe that she would do that!" Sam kept softly repeating that phrase over and over throughout my narrative.

When I finished my story, I just sat there sipping my drink. Sam starting pulling herself together and after a few minutes, she made an excuse to go to the ladies room. She was gone for about fifteen minutes. She returned and took a seat again across from me.

Taking a long look at my face, she calmly told me, "I find some of the things that you told me so hard to believe and yet, I can hear in your voice that you believe what you say. I'm going to have to spend some time thinking about all this. I'm also going to make another attempt at a heart-to-heart with Mom.

With those words, she bid me a quiet "Good night Dad." Rising, she quickly left the bar. I didn't hear from or see my daughter for another month. I never expected to hear from her mother at all. So this is where I found myself at the very beginning of my story.

I was sitting in my new office when I saw her standing in my doorway. I had recently been promoted because I had done such a good job in the last six months that I got my boss promoted and I was rewarded with his job. Good things do happen to people who work hard.

Why was my wife standing in my doorway?

The memory of the last evening we spent together flashed through my mind. I easily remembered the bewilderment and the pain of that evening and the many evenings that followed. Sitting there, I realized that the pain was still very real and very strong. However, the confusion was gone. In that flash of the moment, her ability to control and manipulate me was clearly in the past.

Slowly I looked her up and down. I could see changes since I had last laid eyes on her. She had cut her hair, her skirt was an inch or so shorter and her cleavage was definitely deeper. The four inch heels also were a change and it was a good overall picture that showcased the new woman she was trying to show me that she had become.

Since I was sitting, she probably couldn't see any changes in me. I probably was dressed a little better as I now wore a suit and tie, instead of just a tie. As I finally finished my inspection and my eyes rose to meet hers, I could see that she had been giving me her own inspection.

I could not read her expression. Her face was closed and tight. Her lips parted and she hissed, "You fucking bastard!" She waited a moment but before she could continue, I spoke first. "Leanne, I'm very busy and this is an office. I don't have time to play games with you. If you want to speak with me then I'll meet you at My Place at 8:00 P.M. Please leave now!"

I spoke very firmly and with authority. Leanne was visibly taken aback but still remained standing in my doorway. I picked up my phone and rang my new secretary. "Paula, please call for security as I have an intruder in my office and I want her removed immediately. If she refuses to leave then the police are to be called."

Leanne looked at me closely and then turned on her heels and left. She muttered over her shoulder, "I'll see you at eight." I could hear the clacking of her high heels as she walked rapidly down the hall and out of the building. 

Paula sauntered into my office and grinned widely. "Security will be here any minute sir. I'm sure that HR is trying to hire them as we speak." I grinned back at her and thanked her for her promptness.

Paula and I had only been working together for about two full weeks. She was just what I needed and I was already appreciating her many professional talents as well as her very quick wit. She was very quickly becoming indispensable 

I put my meeting with Leanne out of my mind and with Paula's able assistance; I put in a very productive day. After work I stopped by the gym for a quick workout. Then I went home, where I showered and changed clothes. I was sure that I was not going to enjoy spending time with Leanne. Her attitude at my office gave me a good idea of her feelings towards me.

I walked into the bar at 8:05 P.M. and after a quick look around, I could see that she had not yet arrived. I knew that drinking anything with alcohol in it was a mistake. So I decided on a Seven-Up with a lime for me. At 8:30 she still had not come. By that time I was really getting a slow burn on. This woman has been treating me like dog shit for almost a year. I had had it and stood to leave.

Talk about bad timing for me. If I had left five minutes earlier I would have missed her. As I turned to leave, she walked through the door. She stopped just inside and when she spied me, she motioned with her head towards one of the empty booths. With a shrug, I followed her and she took a seat. I took the one opposite her.

She had changed clothes into something more casual, but still looked very attractive. In all the years I had known her, she took good care of her looks and her figure. I tried to keep my poker face on as I looked at the angry frown on hers. We both sat there silently after ordering drinks. I guess we were making it a contest. You know, the first to talk loses.

Not saying anything was easy for me. I mean, the way that she treated me before she bailed on me was so beyond the woman I had thought I was married to. A lot of the pain was gone but in its place was anger. It would have been different if I had done something to deserve her shabby treatment. No matter how I looked at the demolition of our marriage, I could not identify much if anything that I had done wrong.

Finally with a deep sigh, Leanne grated through her teeth, "I cannot believe that you told all that awful lying crap to our daughter." I leaned back in surprise but still said nothing. "You know god-damned well why I left you. I just couldn't stand another minute in your company. All those years together and you treated me like a piece of furniture. You wanted to own me and I could not live like that."

She paused momentarily, panting heavily as though she had just run a foot race. Taking that as my cue, I rose from my seat, "I've spent the last six months trying to figure out just what I did to you to cause your actions. You sure as fuck didn't give me the courtesy of talking to me. Now that we are no longer a couple, I don't have to listen to your rabid bitch-dog bullshit."

It didn't take more than a minute for me to stride quickly out of the bar. Getting into my car, I drove out of the parking lot towards my home. I did get a glimpse her at the door to the bar, but couldn't tell what she might have been thinking about my escape.

It was a couple of days after that that I finally heard from Sam again. "Hi Dad, what say we do lunch today if you have time?" She sounded different than the last time we spoke. Her voice was calmer and maybe just a little friendlier. 

So we sat together at TGIF's having lunch and really talking. It seemed a bit strange because for the last several months, we had been very much at odds. "I've tried talking with Mom until I'm blue in the face. She still insists that all this is none of my business and refuses to discuss it with me at all."

With a sarcastic twist to my lips, "Don't feel like she is treating me any different. I believe I'll go to my grave never knowing just what happened to us and why. I guess it is going to be just one of those mysteries of life."

"When I started challenging her about those things that you have shared with me, I kept a close look on her face and into her eyes. I could tell that there was more than once that I struck a nerve. However, every time I started to get close to the truth she would quickly say that she had to go because she was late for something or other."

Sam sighed and then continued. "There is one thing that really bothered me about this situation with you and Mom. There were these two ladies that would usually come with mom when I met her. They never sat with us but rather off to the side. Mom did introduce me to them and as I remember, their names were Carol and June."

An alarm went off in my head I immediately sat straight up in my seat. It had never dawned on me that Leanne was still with the "two bitches from hell". I know it was cliché but that is how I had thought of Carol and June. I knew that they were a major part of what had caused my marriage to implode but I had just assumed, wrongly, that they had moved on to other pastures.

Sam must have keyed in on my expression immediately. Putting her hand to her face, I could see that she had just made the same connection. "Oh my god, those are the same two bitches that turned Mom into someone that I don't know anymore." Sam's face was turning red and I could see her temper rising rapidly.

"Calm down honey. I don't want you to bust a gasket. I know that these two women were major players in changing your mother. Just keep in mind that even after all the years we were married, they didn't have any problem convincing her that I was a terrible man and husband." 

Sam looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I just cannot understand why my mother has done this to us. She used to love us, but not anymore. This is not how someone treats the ones that they love. This is a horror story and I want out."

"Sam, you are feeling some of my pain now. I thought that Leanne loved me like I loved her. We were to grow old together and I never saw it happening any other way. The only thing I've been able to do is just go on with my life. It's hard because there is such a huge hole in my heart. I won't ever get over this, but I can't see me taking her back if she ever changed her mind."

I paused to gauge Sam's mood and then carried on.

"I've never been one to share my feelings with others. Your mother was my best friend. I've been lost since she left. I have finally reached a tipping point. These last two times I saw her has let me see that she no longer feels any real love for me. From this point on, I'm moving on with my life."

"I've held off for as long as I can now. This afternoon, I'll be contacting an attorney and filing for a divorce. I can't go on letting her control and manipulate my life. I love you and you will always have a place in my heart and in my life. I no longer see any need or reason to have anything further to do with my soon to be ex-wife."

"She is still my mother and I can't forget that. Seeing how she has treated you these last several months will have an adverse effect on how I feel about her and how I treat her. I hope that we will still be able to have a fairly reasonable relationship after this, Dad. It will be very, very hard."

We visited for just a few more moments and then after saying goodbye and promising to stay in close touch, I returned to work. I contacted a law office and before the end of the day, I had an appointment to see an attorney. This was probably one of the hardest things I had ever done. I just knew I had no choice.



Leanna



Sometime near the end of month four of my "Crap" period, the office receptionist, Paula, called me on my office intercom. "Monte, you have a call on line three; it's your daughter." She had no idea about my personal life. My boss and I had kept most of it just between the two of us.

I stared at the blinking light like it was the trigger to a bomb. The light just kept on blinking and I had no idea what to do. Paula's voice through the intercom startled me when she asked if I was going to pick up the line or not? I thought for a moment and then "Okay, thanks Paula, I'll pick it up."

I really didn't care about proper etiquette for answering this call. I simple picked up the receiver and said "What?" With a tremulous voice I heard Sam say "Dad, is that you?" "Yes, it's me." I was at loss about what to say so I kept my answers very short. I guess this was a day for surprises because I heard her say, "Can I see you? I need to see you, please!"

"Dad, I have been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for over a month and I can't do this over the phone. I need to see you. I'm downstairs in the lobby and I'm not leaving until you agree to meet with me so I can talk to you and try to explain."

"I'm not sure we have anything to say to each other, Sam." "Please Dad, I'm begging!" I was pretty sure that I didn't want to do this, but if I had to then it would have to be someplace in public. From the tone of her voice I knew I had to do this. "Ok, My Place at 7:00 P.M." and I hung up.

For those that don't know, My Place is a small neighborhood bar near my house. I've been known to stop there now and then for a drink and while their menu is small, their food is the best. My daughter knew that I liked to stop there so I was certain she would find it with ease.

Sam was there when I walked through the door. She was sitting in one of the booths toward the rear of the bar. I couldn't help but notice that she looked like a little girl waiting for her punishment for something that she had done wrong. She was sitting hunched forward with her head hanging down and her hands clasped in her lap.

Sam didn't look up as I slid quietly into the booth opposite her. She knew I was there but made no acknowledgement of my presence. We sat there silently for several minutes. She had asked me to come. The pain of our last conversation was still a large lump in my heart. I said nothing simply because I didn't know what I could say.

Eventually Sam raised her head and looked me in the eyes. She had a very serious, no nonsense expression. "I don't know what is going on between you and Mom. I've been talking with her now for the last two months. I don't understand why she left. I know that she says that she still loves you but that she can't live with you anymore."

Then her voice became stronger as she said, "She won't tell me shit about what the hell happened between you and her. She says that it is none of my business and just to stay out of it. Well I want you to know that is total bullshit! You are both my parents and it is my business."

It was obvious that she was really stressed out but I could see her making a strong effort to control her emotions. I determined that the whole reason for the meeting between us was for me to tell my side of the story. She must have figured that half of the story was better than none.

We spent the next hour sitting there while I told her my story from the beginning til now. She was stunned when I told her how her mother had screamed at me and then she cried when I told her how Leanne left. "I can't believe that she would do that!" Sam kept softly repeating that phrase over and over throughout my narrative.

When I finished my story, I just sat there sipping my drink. Sam starting pulling herself together and after a few minutes, she made an excuse to go to the ladies room. She was gone for about fifteen minutes. She returned and took a seat again across from me.

Taking a long look at my face, she calmly told me, "I find some of the things that you told me so hard to believe and yet, I can hear in your voice that you believe what you say. I'm going to have to spend some time thinking about all this. I'm also going to make another attempt at a heart-to-heart with Mom.

With those words, she bid me a quiet "Good night Dad." Rising, she quickly left the bar. I didn't hear from or see my daughter for another month. I never expected to hear from her mother at all. So this is where I found myself at the very beginning of my story.

I was sitting in my new office when I saw her standing in my doorway.

I had recently been promoted because I had done such a good job in the last six months that I got my boss promoted and I was rewarded with his job. Good things do happen to people who work hard.

Why was my wife standing in my doorway?

The memory of the last evening we spent together flashed through my mind. I easily remembered the bewilderment and the pain of that evening and the many evenings that followed. Sitting there, I realized that the pain was still very real and very strong. However, the confusion was gone. In that flash of the moment, her ability to control and manipulate me was clearly in the past.

Slowly I looked her up and down. I could see changes since I had last laid eyes on her. She had cut her hair, her skirt was an inch or so shorter and her cleavage was definitely deeper. The four inch heels also were a change and it was a good overall picture that showcased the new woman she was trying to show me that she had become.

Since I was sitting, she probably couldn't see any changes in me. I probably was dressed a little better as I now wore a suit and tie, instead of just a tie. As I finally finished my inspection and my eyes rose to meet hers, I could see that she had been giving me her own inspection.

I could not read her expression. Her face was closed and tight. Her lips parted and she hissed, "You fucking bastard!" She waited a moment but before she could continue, I spoke first. "Leanne, I'm very busy and this is an office. I don't have time to play games with you. If you want to speak with me then I'll meet you at My Place at 8:00 P.M. Please leave now!"

I spoke very firmly and with authority. Leanne was visibly taken aback but still remained standing in my doorway. I picked up my phone and rang my new secretary. "Paula, please call for security as I have an intruder in my office and I want her removed immediately. If she refuses to leave then the police are to be called."

Leanne looked at me closely and then turned on her heels and left. She muttered over her shoulder, "I'll see you at eight." I could hear the clacking of her high heels as she walked rapidly down the hall and out of the building.

Paula sauntered into my office and grinned widely. "Security will be here any minute sir. I'm sure that HR is trying to hire them as we speak." I grinned back at her and thanked her for her promptness.

Paula and I had only been working together for about two full weeks. She was just what I needed and I was already appreciating her many professional talents as well as her very quick wit. She was very quickly becoming indispensable

I put my meeting with Leanne out of my mind and with Paula's able assistance; I put in a very productive day. After work I stopped by the gym for a quick workout. Then I went home, where I showered and changed clothes. I was sure that I was not going to enjoy spending time with Leanne. Her attitude at my office gave me a good idea of her feelings towards me.

I walked into the bar at 8:05 P.M. and after a quick look around, I could see that she had not yet arrived. I knew that drinking anything with alcohol in it was a mistake. So I decided on a Seven-Up with a lime for me. At 8:30 she still had not come. By that time I was really getting a slow burn on. This woman has been treating me like dog shit for almost a year. I had had it and stood to leave.

Talk about bad timing for me. If I had left five minutes earlier I would have missed her. As I turned to leave, she walked through the door. She stopped just inside and when she spied me, she motioned with her head towards one of the empty booths. With a shrug, I followed her and she took a seat. I took the one opposite her.

She had changed clothes into something more casual, but still looked very attractive. In all the years I had known her, she took good care of her looks and her figure. I tried to keep my poker face on as I looked at the angry frown on hers. We both sat there silently after ordering drinks. I guess we were making it a contest. You know, the first to talk loses.

Not saying anything was easy for me. I mean, the way that she treated me before she bailed on me was so beyond the woman I had thought I was married to. A lot of the pain was gone but in its place was anger. It would have been different if I had done something to deserve her shabby treatment. No matter how I looked at the demolition of our marriage, I could not identify much if anything that I had done wrong.

Finally with a deep sigh, Leanne grated through her teeth, "I cannot believe that you told all that awful lying crap to our daughter." I leaned back in surprise but still said nothing. "You know god-damned well why I left you. I just couldn't stand another minute in your company. All those years together and you treated me like a piece of furniture. You wanted to own me and I could not live like that."

She paused momentarily, panting heavily as though she had just run a foot race. Taking that as my cue, I rose from my seat, "I've spent the last six months trying to figure out just what I did to you to cause your actions. You sure as fuck didn't give me the courtesy of talking to me. Now that we are no longer a couple, I don't have to listen to your rabid bitch-dog bullshit."

It didn't take more than a minute for me to stride quickly out of the bar. Getting into my car, I drove out of the parking lot towards my home. I did get a glimpse her at the door to the bar, but couldn't tell what she might have been thinking about my escape.

It was a couple of days after that that I finally heard from Sam again. "Hi Dad, what say we do lunch today if you have time?" She sounded different than the last time we spoke. Her voice was calmer and maybe just a little friendlier.

So we sat together at TGIF's having lunch and really talking. It seemed a bit strange because for the last several months, we had been very much at odds. "I've tried talking with Mom until I'm blue in the face. She still insists that all this is none of my business and refuses to discuss it with me at all."

With a sarcastic twist to my lips, "Don't feel like she is treating me any different. I believe I'll go to my grave never knowing just what happened to us and why. I guess it is going to be just one of those mysteries of life."

"When I started challenging her about those things that you have shared with me, I kept a close look on her face and into her eyes. I could tell that there was more than once that I struck a nerve. However, every time I started to get close to the truth she would quickly say that she had to go because she was late for something or other."

Sam sighed and then continued. "There is one thing that really bothered me about this situation with you and Mom. There were these two ladies that would usually come with mom when I met her. They never sat with us but rather off to the side. Mom did introduce me to them and as I remember, their names were Carol and June."

An alarm went off in my head I immediately sat straight up in my seat. It had never dawned on me that Leanne was still with the "two bitches from hell". I know it was cliché but that is how I had thought of Carol and June. I knew that they were a major part of what had caused my marriage to implode but I had just assumed, wrongly, that they had moved on to other pastures.

Sam must have keyed in on my expression immediately. Putting her hand to her face, I could see that she had just made the same connection. "Oh my god, those are the same two bitches that turned Mom into someone that I don't know anymore." Sam's face was turning red and I could see her temper rising rapidly.

"Calm down honey. I don't want you to bust a gasket. I know that these two women were major players in changing your mother. Just keep in mind that even after all the years we were married, they didn't have any problem convincing her that I was a terrible man and husband."

Sam looked at me with tears in her eyes. "I just cannot understand why my mother has done this to us. She used to love us, but not anymore. This is not how someone treats the ones that they love. This is a horror story and I want out."

"Sam, you are feeling some of my pain now. I thought that Leanne loved me like I loved her. We were to grow old together and I never saw it happening any other way. The only thing I've been able to do is just go on with my life. It's hard because there is such a huge hole in my heart. I won't ever get over this, but I can't see me taking her back if she ever changed her mind."

I paused to gauge Sam's mood and then carried on.

"I've never been one to share my feelings with others. Your mother was my best friend. I've been lost since she left. I have finally reached a tipping point. These last two times I saw her has let me see that she no longer feels any real love for me. From this point on, I'm moving on with my life."

"I've held off for as long as I can now. This afternoon, I'll be contacting an attorney and filing for a divorce. I can't go on letting her control and manipulate my life. I love you and you will always have a place in my heart and in my life. I no longer see any need or reason to have anything further to do with my soon to be ex-wife."

"She is still my mother and I can't forget that. Seeing how she has treated you these last several months will have an adverse effect on how I feel about her and how I treat her. I hope that we will still be able to have a fairly reasonable relationship after this, Dad. It will be very, very hard."

We visited for just a few more moments and then after saying goodbye and promising to stay in close touch, I returned to work. I contacted a law office and before the end of the day, I had an appointment to see an attorney. This was probably one of the hardest things I had ever done. I just knew I had no choice.

 



Leanna



"It's a complete mystery to me also. I mean, she won't even talk to me about it. My own mother leaves my dad and gets up and walks away every time I try to discuss it with her. Now when the shit finally hits the fan, she is all angry and surprised that her husband wants out of the marriage. It's like she has really lost all contact with reality except where it directly concerns her."

If it wasn't such a tragedy to me, I would have laughed out loud. My wife is angry with me because I want to divorce her. The abandonment of me and our marriage apparently are not factors to be considered in the decision that I made to divorce her. Her far less than loving behavior towards me, obviously in her opinion, should not cause me to take such a dastardly step.

"Well she has the number for my attorney so I should not have to deal with her at least directly. However if you should hear that the she-devil is heading my way, give me fair warning and I will run as fast as possible in the opposite direction. Really, Sam, I have lost all desire to speak personally with your mother."

Shortly after that, we ended our conversation. No sooner had I replaced the receiver than the phone rang again. I looked at the caller ID and felt the blood run from my face. It was the She-Devil herself. Being the intelligent and brave soul that I am, I let it go to voice mail. Then I deleted the message without listening to it.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again. And again, it was my wife. I repeated steps one and two and then muted the ringer for the phone. These new office phones have all kinds of features. I was lucky that with my promotion some months ago, I had been given a new cell phone with a new number. I was sure that Leanne did not have that number.

The thought of what mischief my wife could be up to unsettled me and ensured that I spent a restless night. I dozed throughout the night but never really achieved an actual sleep state. The next morning, I wearily entered my office where I was greeted by my secretary.

"Good morning Boss, I certainly hope that what has been going on here for the last half hour is not indicative of how our day will go on from here." Paula smiled too brightly and handed me a half dozen phone messages from guess who?

"Please get my attorney on the line as soon as possible. Also, under no circumstances do I want to receive any calls from my wife. I'm going to lock my office door just in case the bitch actually has the balls to come here. If she does arrive, you are to contact the police to come and remove a dangerous and violent trespasser. Am I clear?"

"Crystal" was her short and snappy reply.

A few minutes later I was on the phone with Sarah. "I don't want to have any contact with my wife. Is there anything that I can do to keep her away from me at home and at work?" I had told her what my daughter had related to me about Leanne making statements concerning our divorce. I was really digging in my heels here. I did not under any circumstances want any contact with my wife. Once I had made up my mind to go through with the divorce, I was done with her.

I was just getting ready to hang up the phone when suddenly there was this ferocious banging on my office door. I heard Leanne through the door yelling, cussing and screaming. I asked Sarah if she was still on the line and if she could hear my wife?

"Actually, I can hear her very well. Don't hang up as I'm recording her and I want to get as much as I can."

I heard Paula tell Leanne that she was trespassing. Also she was very firm in letting her know that I had left orders that if she refused to leave, the police would be called and she would be arrested. Leanne answered with even louder screams and swearing.

I don't know how Paula did it but in just a few more minutes the police were in my outer office and shortly after they escorted Leanne from the building. I found out later that they took her to the station and even though there were no charges made, there was now a record of her behavior. By noon the next day, Sarah had made arrangements to have a restraining order in place. My wife could not stop shooting herself in the foot.

After that, I heard no more from my wife. However, the restraining order did not stop her from hounding our daughter. Sam called me every few days to relay the latest demand from Leanne. Her pendulum swung from one extreme to the other. On one hand there was "I will never give you a divorce" to "I'll take you for every dime you have".

After a few weeks, Leanne stopped bothering Sam. I guess she finally got it through her thick skull that her daughter had no control over my divorce petition. In fact from what Sam told me, she flatly informed her mother that she supported my actions.

About three weeks after filing for divorce, Sarah called me. "Monte, just wanted to let you know that Leanne has hired a lawyer. I spoke with him this morning and he wants to set up a meeting with the four of us in attendance."

"No and not only no, but hell no. I have complete faith in your talent and know that you will represent me to the best of your ability. So I don't agree to any meeting with Leanne that includes me. That is my final answer!"

"I realize very well that you do not have to attend any such meeting. However, as your lawyer I must say that it is very irregular. Also it goes against what I know to be in your best interests. I must advise you that attending any such meeting is very important in this divorce proceeding.

"I don't care and even if it costs me more money, I will not attend any meeting."

Sarah kept me up to date even though there was not much progress to report. My wife, through her attorney, kept repeating her request for a meeting with all parties. I dug in my heels and just kept on saying no to any meeting.

Well I have only myself to blame because my own stubbornness put me right in the position that I had been avoiding at all costs. Sarah called and asked me to stop by her office after work. She said that she needed to bring me up to date on the progress of my divorce.

"Hi Monte, come on in." Sarah didn't give me the typical smiling welcome I was used to receiving from her. That put me just a little on edge as I took a seat in her office. Instead of taking a seat behind her desk as she normally did, she took a seat in a chair next to me.

"I warned you that I needed your participation in these meetings. Well today, your stubbornness just bit you in the ass. In our meeting today with the judge, she kept asking why you were not there. I told her the only thing that I could. I told her that you did not want to have to see or talk with your wife."

"I knew that I was going to really piss off Judge Martin when I told her that. But not even for you am I going to lie to a judge while sitting in front of her in chambers. I just about shit when Leanne requested for mandated marriage counseling. I objected of course but I could see right off the bat that Judge Martin snapped up that idea like a dog with a bone."

"I'm absolutely not and I repeat, not going to any counseling with that bitch! They can't make me do that, can they?"

"Let me explain it to you in small words so that even you can understand. You will be going to counseling with your wife or you will be going to jail. If you decide to go to jail, Judge Martin can pretty much keep you there as long as she likes. She can keep you there far longer than any time you could have spent attending meetings with your wife. Am I clear?"

I've heard of people that felt so strongly about something that they were willing to go to jail. I'm not one of them. I don't believe in cutting off my nose to spite my face either. "I'm not going to jail. So what do I have to do and for how long?"

She handed me a list. "There are four names on this list. You will pick two, Leanne will pick two and Judge Martin will pick two. The name most chosen will be your counselor. The judge has decided that you will attend a minimum of twenty sessions. Ten will be by yourself and ten will be with your wife. Also the judge asked me to let you know that this is not an item for discussion. You will attend and you will not miss any scheduled session or she will jail you for contempt."

I was pissed but had to recognize that, as Sarah said, this was a self- inflicted injury. I had no one to blame but myself. I grabbed a pen off her desk and randomly checked two names. There was no way to see what the gender might have been. Sarah took my selections and after just a few moments we were done and I was out the door.

Over the next few days, I waited for the other shoe to drop. I worried constantly about the choice of counselor. The names on the list did not give the first names so there was no indication of gender. I really wanted to get a man as I felt that I would be more likely to establish a more understanding relationship with a male.

I guess in the story of my life, the more I wanted something, the less likely I was to get it. When Sarah called me, I could hear the bad news in her voice. She knew that I wanted a male in the worst way. The tone of her voice let me know immediately that I had lost my choice. The counselor was a woman and her name was Dr. Loretta Sterling.

 



Leanna's Asshole



I met Leanna at a party. She was crying and when I asked what was wrong, I got her life story. She said she'd been a porn star ever since she was 18, but that she was sick of it, dying of shame, but didn't know what else to do with herself. I comforted her and we wound up fucking in the bathroom underneath her short black miniskirt. But I wasn't using her; she quit the porn business, and we ended up becoming a couple. That was a few months ago.

Leanna is every man's dreamgirl: 6-foot-1, long bleached platinum blonde hair, gorgeous face (makes me think a bit of Brianna Love) impossibly huge firm round fake tits, wasp-waist, huge flaring gorgeously sculpted ass, perfectly waxed smooth fleshy pussy, smooth long legs... you get the picture.

But my favorite thing about Leanna is her asshole; she's got a special one... I guess it's because of being in the porn business, but her shit-hole is like a fuckin' pussy. She can take a dick up there no problem, and she loves it! I mean, I always used to love anal with my past girlfriends, but I was always worried that it was hurting her, and we'd have to go real slow, and stop sometimes. I figured that what you see in porn is basically impossible. But Leanna can fuck just as easily up her butt as up her cunt, let me tell you, which is like a fantasy come true for me, and I suspect most guys would feel the same. I guess that's why she was so successful in porn. But we don't watch any of her movies, because it bothers her. Only once in a while, if she's in the mood, will we put one in. 

And she's always ready for sex! She keeps her asshole ready for fucking almost all of the time, I mean she does a quick enema almost every time she uses the washroom just incase I wanna slide my cock, or my tongue, up there.

She's since been helping me launch a little yard maintenance business, which has been doing very well. Some clients will have us back as much as twice a week... Obviously those just want to ogle Leanna, but I'm always there with her, so we figure it's all good!

Oh, and did I mention, she's also the nicest, coolest chick I've ever met?

One day she said she'd have a surprise for me when I got home.

I came home and she called me upstairs to the bedroom.

She was sitting on the bed- naked- and just glistening from head to toe with lovely lavender scented massage oil. 

'Hey, baby!' she purred smiling sexily...

I'd never seen a hotter chick in my whole life. My dick instantly started getting hard in my pants at the sight of her.

'Let me help you with those...'

She came over slowly, letting me drink in the sight of her oily glistening tits, pussy, arms and legs. She got down on her knees and undid my pants, taking them gently down and off.

My dick sprung up like a switchblade knife and Leanna took it straight away into her hot, wet mouth and began sucking me off. The sight of my cock with her gorgeous plump lips wrapped around it's shaft was hot as hell and making me hard as fucking steel as she blew me.

'Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!' she let out, muffled by my cock sliding back and forth within her hugging lips.

As my dick got accustomed to this bliss she increased the speed and suction, letting my hips rock back and forth, my cock fucking her deep in her tight sucking mouth, her hands kneading my balls the whole time...

After a while, she said, 'Have a seat here, baby... I wanna show you something I think you might enjoy... watch this!' 

She placed me on the foot of our bed, and I stripped off my remaining clothes.

She hit a switch and some slow electronica music came on which she began slowly, sexily, dancing to, her ass weaving gorgeous figure-eights in the air. Then she got down on all fours on our soft carpet and continued wagging her ass towards me, her back arched low, her glistening ass thrust out towards me.

My attention zeroed in on her asshole as I saw her flex it in and out, alternately pushing and relaxing her hole. I applied some of the massage oil from a bottle by the bed to my yearning cock, began jerking it slowly and stared at the beyond-gorgeous spectacle.

She pushed further and further out with her asshole until I could see something appear just inside it, something bright yellow! Her asshole slowly, teasingly, dilated more and more to a terrific, awesome diameter, until suddenly, 'plop!' She shat out a bright yellow, decent-sized lemon from up her sexy asshole that she'd had up there the whole time, right in front of me onto the carpet, with a girly sounding, 'Ooooh!' I jerked my cock ever faster.

She picked up the ejected fruit and sucked it in her mouth like it was a cock, then discarded it and faced her big, gorgeous glistening ass back towards me...

She kept on teasing me with her ass, her big ass cheeks glistening with oil... She flexed her asshole again repeatedly, until another object was visible just inside it, bright orange this time! Then again, slowly, teasingly, her arse-hole dilating to an incredible large orange circle, she shat out a bright colored orange, with a 'plop!' and another high-pitched girly 'Ooooh!'

Again, she picked up the shit fruit, licked and sucked it like it was a dick, discarded it and faced her shit-box back in my direction. Next up her ass to be shat out was a massive, smooth, hot-pink colored dildo. Without using her hands at all, she pushed out the rubber tube with her ass muscles, moaning girlishly as it slid out of her oily bum. The dildo slid, and slid, out of her ass, hanging there and beginning to coil on the floor it was so long. I'd say about twenty inches of smooth, hot-pink rubber slid out of her arse and onto the floor, with a tiny 'plip!' at the very end! Who'd have thought her ass could be so deep- the sexiness of my private little sex-show was driving me crazy! She sucked one end of the shit dildo, sliding it in and out of her lips like a cock, licked it along it's twenty inches of length, then let it fall to the carpet.

'One more, baby, then I'm yours...' she promised.

'Fuck, Leanna! I'm enjoying this so much, babe...' I said, jerking my cock like a man possessed and staring at her intently.

I could see her working her muscles, weaving her ass around, her asshole opening and closing like the mouth of a fish... When suddenly something bright green became visible up her shit-hole... Slowly, teasingly, she shat out a bright green lime onto the carpet with a 'pop!' and a sexy giggly 'Oooooh!'

She took the lime into her mouth and climbed up straddling my lap, spitting the lime to one side as she took my hard cock straight up into her drooling hot snatch...

'Oooooooh!' she gasped as my balls squashed against her asshole, her smooth cunt completely enveloping my horny rod.

I grabbed her oily ass cheeks in both my hands and slid her hips back and forth on my lap, her pussy sliding up and down the length of my cock.

I licked and sucked her tits as I fucked her, occasionally giving her ass a good smack.

'Suck my dick...' I urged, and she got down right away taking my glistening dick into her hot throat.

I grabbed her sexy white hair and fucked her mouth, her gorgeous plump lips like heaven along the length of my hard dick.

She got on the bed in doggy position, with her face in the pillow, reached around and spread her big ass cheeks wide apart for me.

'Fuck my tight little brown-hole, baby!' she urged.

I moved into position behind her, and slid my cock easily up her asshole until my balls rested on her waxed-smooth cunt lips; it was tight as hell, and there was not the slightest inhibition from either of us.

'Now fuck me!' she breathed... 'Fuck my ass!'

I began slowly pistoning my dick in and out of her backdoor, it was so fucking tight!

'Yes! Ooooooh! Don't stop! Fuck me! Be my anal dildo!' she was saying as she alternately squeezed and relaxed her asshole around my fucking cock-shaft, milking it for cum.

I slapped her big oily ass and fucked her hard... squeezed her tits as I pressed my dick deep up into her ass. Faster and faster I fucked her hole. My balls slapped against her drooling cunt with my every thrust up her bum.

'I'm gonna cum, baby; give it to me hard! Fuck my goddamn asshole!' she wailed in ecstasy.

I fucked her harder and faster than ever, bringing her over the edge.

'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'm cumiiiiiiiiiing!' she screamed and her pussy gushed.

'Fuuuuuuuck!' I yelled, as I pulled out, spun her 'round and with my hand jerking my cock, came all over her gorgeous face and in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my rod and sucked me off, drinking down the last of my cum-load, both our spasming slowly subsiding.

'Holy fuck, baby,' I said catching my breath, and in lewd praise added, 'you are the hottest, most beautiful, fucking fuck I have ever fucked in the whole goddamn fucking world... Shit, you make me cum so fucking hard, babe...'

Leanna smiled... 'You too, baby,' she said.

Things are going well between us, and I get the feeling that there's no reason why she couldn't be the One.



Leanna's Fantasy



Note: Most of my stories are based upon fact, liberally peppered with a few of my own experiences. However, I wrote this one especially for Leanna, at her request. Leanna's email outlined a sexual encounter she'd either experienced - or wanted to experience during roleplaying with her husband. Sexual role-play is a must when broadening one's sexual enjoyment and every couple should include it in their sexual repertoire. Cleo. 

*****

"Bob's coming over to watch the game tonight," my husband told me on Sunday morning right after breakfast. I was busy clearing our soiled cups and plates and his words caused me to freeze, suddenly glaring back at him. He knew how I felt about that obnoxious creep! Bob was rude, crass and overbearing. I always felt like was undressing me with his eyes every time I was around him. 

"Darling . . ." I began, faltered and then plunged on. "He flirts all the time. I don't even like for you to be around him, let alone me! He's a bad influence!"

Stu (not his real name) laughed, looking incredulous. "Leanna, all the men flirt with you! Get past it! You're a dish and they all want you. That just makes me proud that it's me who has you."

I knew my husband liked it when men stared hungrily at me. We'd sometimes used that theme when role-playing during sex. We liked to fanaticize that some guy with a big dick had just ravaged me and sent me home to him, still swollen and sopping wet with several loads of the guy's cum leaking out of me; or sometimes, that he was a stranger that I had picked up in a bar because I'd suddenly been overcome with desire for his big cock and could not resist it. But that was just roleplaying. We'd never do it for real. 

I

took a deep breath and said, "That's not all. At the last office party he came up behind me, wrapped his arm around me so I couldn't get away, and . . . shoved his . . . his penis against my butt. It was when they were showing the slides and most of the lights were dimmed. He just held me, and then started pinching my nipples with his other hand. I struggled, but he was too strong and I didn't want to cause a big scene. I was totally helpless. He held me against his hard . . . penis . . . stuck his . . . fucking tongue in my ear! It was gross!"

Shock flashed across Stu's face, followed by something else that I couldn't read. Excitement, maybe? "Give Bob a break, honey. He's recently divorced and probably hasn't been laid in months. He was probably drinking too much, too. We all do some stupid stuff once in a while when we drink." Stu nodded, "Yeah, he was just drunk." 

I was miffed! "Well I don't suppose it would've bothered you then if I'd gone into the men's room like he'd suggested and given him a quick blow-job. Would that have upset you?"

I was surprised by my husband of eight years', answer. "Maybe. But not as much as it would if you'd actually had sex! I don't want another man screwing my wife! These days, blow-jobs are almost as common as a French kiss was a few years ago. Not that I'd want you doing that either."

I was pretty stunned. I'd thought that sex was sex. Apparently, Stu didn't. Come to think of it, neither had ex-President Clinton. Well, I had no intention of doing either. 

Stu reached out and took hold of my hand. "He finds you attractive, baby. Wear that short sundress that shows off your legs. Give the poor fellow a thrill. Shit, consider it your public service for the month." He laughed, pulling me down on his lap. His hand ran up my bare thigh under my robe, to cup my shaved vagina. "That's mine! Nobody else even gets to see it!"

My heart rate picked up a bit and I pushed back a little against his hand, but he stood, dumping me back on my feet. "Got to go buy some wings and beer for tonight. Hang onto that thought, though and I'll take care of business tonight." 

After Stu left for the store, I thought about that big idiot Bob coming over later. I didn't like him at all. He was big and ugly, and crude beyond belief. I felt my face redden as I remembered the evening I'd just described to Stu. Bob's cock had felt hard as a piece of wood pressing into the crack of my butt. And, it'd felt really big! 

If I'd admit it, his pinching my nipples had turned me on quite a bit and I'd actually considered going into the men's room with the idiot - for only a minute. I'd felt guilty later of course, but I hadn't actually gone with him, so no harm done. That big cock was probably the only thing the dumb-ass had going for him, because it surely wasn't personality or looks! When I came out of the shower later in the morning, I saw that Stu had returned and had already laid the short summer dress he'd suggested I wear, on the bed. He'd been serious after all.

Bob showed up with a case of beer under his arm, just walked in, giving me an appraising look and whistling softly. "My god, Stu! You certainly married well above yourself! She's totally hot!"

Stu laughed right along with him like I wasn't even there. "Yeah, but it's strictly look but don't touch, my friend. She's taken."

Bob couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me all evening, and it got on my nerves. By halftime when I brought out more snacks, he was stretched out on the couch, the soft material of his jersey sweatpants showing the outline of a hard cock. I suppressed an unwanted shiver as I remembered that office party again, his cock pressed against me. It'd felt huge and very thick. Seeing the bulge against his thigh now, I knew that it was. 

I'd always been happy with the size of Stu's equipment and it seemed to be exactly the right size for any place I wanted him to put it. But something like what Bob was proudly displaying on my couch, inexplicably made my blood stir - uncomfortably so. I detected dampness between my legs and felt mildly disgusted. For Pete's sake! The guy was a Neanderthal! Later, standing at the sink mixing a drink, I felt movement behind me and jerked my head around, alarmed. 

"Relax, baby," he laughed. "Don't be so jumpy."

I took a deep breath as I looked into my husband's eyes. "He makes me jumpy. Just lying there, watching me all the time."

Stu nodded. "Yeah, I can see that. He's had a hard-on all night. The ass hole doesn't even try to hide it either. I think he'd jump your bones in a second! " He laughed, pulling me against him. "You know you could take pity on him, give him a blow job. It'd be like a mercy killing, keep the poor guy from having blue-balls all night after he leaves here."

"Are you serious?"

"Well, if it was me, I'd sure appreciate it. Maybe you could give him a hand job. That'd be better, and do the trick just as well. If you do I promise I won't even look. You can tell me all about it when you come to bed." He winked and went back in to watch the game. So he was interested in roleplaying as we relived a hand job for Bob, afterward. We'd never taken roleplaying this far before, but I could see the thought excited him.

For the rest of the evening, Stu's comments were never far from my mind as I heard them speaking quietly each time I left the room, but couldn't tell what was being said. Stu had told me that blue-balls were extremely painful for a man, sometimes lasting for several days. He'd said when we dated it had happened to him a couple times and each time he'd wanted to die. Bob was a creep but I still didn't like the idea of him having to suffer like that. 

Maybe I was just naïve, but I did consider doing something for him, even though I found him extremely repulsive. I felt my eyes being drawn back to Bob's splayed crotch, almost gasping aloud when I saw it move a bit. I jerked my eyes up to find his ugly face grinning back at me. What a slob! 

Looking quickly at Stu, I saw he was apparently unaware of the little by-play going on between us, but it was beginning to make me squirm a little, my panties sticking to me. I realized that Stu's suggestion of role-playing later had turned me on too. A hand job wasn't too bad, I guessed. Just a few strokes with the hands and then, "clean-up on isle five," I thought humorlessly. 

When the game ended, the Pats winning by a field goal, Stu stood and stretched. "I leave early for the airport in the morning, so don't think me rude if I'm off to bed. You two close up the place. Good night."

I caught his eye as he left the room, saw him nod subtly. I felt my face flushing and he knew me well enough to know that the sexual tension was finally getting to me, too. I stole a glance at Bob who was lying back on the couch, all his glory showing through the soft sweatpants, just staring at me like a predator as he had all night. His licked his thick lips and they looked wet, disgusting. I shivered again but I didn't exactly know from what. 

I felt my face redden as Bob smiled back like a hungry wolf. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod toward his cock, never losing eye contact with me. I tried staring at the TV for a while, but then, feeling like I was remotely controlled, I simply stood and walked to the couch, sitting down beside him. After staring at the game's wrap-up interview for a minute I felt him stirring beside me, and glanced over.

He'd pulled the waistband of his sweats down, hooking it beneath his giant balls, the little eye in the spongy crown staring right back at me. His cock jerked a couple times and for some reason I felt my mouth water. His hand came around, slowly stroking his hard-on, making it grow even harder, now even more painful. My eyes were riveted on it, unable to look away. It was if I was fascinated by a giant Cobra that would soon bite me, injecting its poison. 

Thick purple veins covered his huge cock, crisscrossing in all directions, making it appear ridged and knobby. Stu's cock had never looked like that! I mean this thing was huge and angry looking! A clear drop was forming at its tip and I found myself unconsciously licking my lips. 

Okay, I thought, a hand job. Stu had said a hand job would be okay. I leaned closer and reached out, wrapping my fingers halfway around his meaty cock. Bob groaned softly. "Yeah, baby. That feels really good."

My heart pounding, I scooted closer so I could both hands to work on his throbbing cock. It felt like satin sliding over a slab of marble! Bob closed his eyes and laid his head back, breathing through an open mouth, occasionally grunting. I could reach my fingers almost around Stu's cock. There would still be a couple inches sticking out of my palm to suck. 

This thing was a monster! It felt like it was alive, moving under my hands as I slid my fingers up and down his ridged bone, feeling it grow sticky from pre-cum. I was almost having an out of body experience, standing to one side, watching a stranger manipulate some man's giant cock as it jerked wildly and leaked down its length. 

I hadn't planned to, truly I hadn't, but I suddenly found the large spongy head inside my mouth as I slid my loose lips all over and around it, licking his stickiness away with my tongue. I could tell by the sounds Bob was making that he enjoyed everything I was doing. I sucked nearly half of it down my throat, feeling his thigh muscles tightening, trembling under my hands. 

What the hell was I doing? Stu had said a "hand job!" Oblivious to anything else, I continued anyway. I could no more stop sucking that sweet cock than I could stop breathing. I realized I was slurping loudly, and making little moaning sounds deep in my throat. 

I felt his fingers tangling themselves in my hair, clutching tightly, and I knew he was close - I knew he wanted to cum in my mouth. My pussy lips felt thick and swollen between my thighs, well lubricated, wanting desperately to be touched. I vaguely wondered if Stu was asleep. Was he waiting for me? That thought slipped away as a gush of pre-cum washed over my tongue. Did I really want this big ugly creep's semen in my mouth? I swallowed his cock to the pubic hair, almost humming with pleasure as I felt a strand of slobbers land on my nipples. 

He came with a flood, thick and sticky, glob after glob coating my tongue, the roof of my mouth, and sliding down to pool in my stomach. I hungrily pulled him deeper, wanting it all, slobbering like a bitch in heat. 

Even when he'd finished, I couldn't stop, slowing down a little and nibbling the loose skin around his balls I licked the thick vein underneath it as I gently sucked and slobbered it back to life. With a grunt, he flipped me onto my back holding my legs widely spread, my blood-thickened pussy lips opened widely for him as he pushed my knees against my tits. 

His mouth went to one nipple and I grunted with the unexpectedness of it. I loved having my nipples bit and sucked, and after only a moment I was clutching hair, pulling his face closer, moaning and twisting against him. I felt the head of his saliva-coated cock against my swollen lips and had just enough time to think, "no, no, no . . ." before he plowed into me, burying half of it inside my aching cunt! 

I almost came apart at the seams, bucking and thrashing, pushing up to meet his violent thrusts as I cried out loudly! In an attempt to keep me quiet, he swallowed my mouth, sucking my lips, my tongue, biting them until they ached. I answered with my own tongue, lashing his, moaning, finally sobbing into his open mouth as I approached a climax. 

I had never been so excited in my life! Whether it was just because we were doing the forbidden deed with my husband sleeping only a few feet away, or the fact I'd never had a cock of this size inside me before, I don't know. But I was almost out of my mind with the pleasure he was giving me, never wanting it to end! 

I climaxed well before he did, shuddering and quacking as I pushed against him, soaking his cock with my juices, wanting it all inside me. My thighs were trembling so hard he had difficulty holding me down. Then I heard him grunt and his body stiffened as he went off, a warm endless flood of semen that bounced off the walls of my pussy, his giant cock forcing his slime farther inside my open womb. My orgasm was almost constant, like firecrackers, only much harder, louder and with roman candles and other stuff going off inside my head. 

It left me powerless, totally listless, like a rag doll. Finally, unable to move I just lay there with my legs fallen apart, helpless and completely open to his assault, as he pounded me with a fencepost sized dick. Inexplicably, feeling his cum flowing over my cuntal lips as he withdrew the giant crown, made me climax again just as he popped out. Holding on and climbing him, I was whimpering like a small hurt animal at the end. 

I somehow mustered the strength to slide off to one side, lying beside him and listening as we both gulped air into our tortured lungs. Reaching out suddenly, he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his wet cock, just holding it there. Limp and fat, the wet spongy softness still sent thrills shooting through my belly! I wanted it inside me again! 

He let me rest for a few minutes as I stroked him, but the thing remained about half-hard for a long time. Just as I considered getting up and going to bed with my husband, he pulled me over on top of his hard belly, inserting his cock once more. 

As much as he'd pounded me, I wouldn't have thought it wouldn't hurt anymore going inside, but that thing was so swollen with blood he had to literally force the head of it past my engorged pussy lips. I placed both hands on his wide chest to control my rate of descent, but the image of that huge thing forcing its way inside me burned into my seething mind, and I suddenly stretched my legs as far apart as they would go, relaxed my elbows and simply impaled myself on his hard cock. 

I don't know how many times he fucked me, or for how long, but when he finally wiped his cock on my breasts the last time, I almost had to crawl back to my bedroom. 

I left him standing in the living room, his limp wet cock dangling halfway to his knees. Just before I left the room I looked back one last time. As exhausted as I was, a thrill shot through my loins at the sight of it and I suddenly wanted to go back and take hold of it again. Legs weak and trembling, I held onto the walls and other objects to keep from falling, as I wobbled toward my bedroom. I was happy to see the bedroom door was closed completely. 

I prayed Stu was sound asleep. I didn't need him fooling around with my tender pussy, or pounding me anymore tonight. My vagina lips had been so badly battered that they were still thick and swollen, my engorged clit protruding farther than it had ever been. Bob's seed ran freely from between the tender lips of my vagina, coating my thighs and legs. It also left a lingering bitter after-taste in my mouth, which I hate to admit I enjoyed. My racked body, sticky, sweaty and smelly, still too weak to do anything else I crawled onto the bed, pulling a pillow under my head. 

Stu suddenly turned toward me, reached out and pulled me close. I could feel his raging hard-on pressing against me. "Did you do it?" he whispered urgently. "Did you jerk him off?"

His fingers found my engorged clit and I think he almost lost his hand in my sopping pussy! "What the fuck?" he screamed, turning on the bedside lamp. "He fucked you? You let him fuck you?" 

He stared at my drenched pubic area for a full minute and I knew it must look wet, raw and recently used. Then he jumped up, storming around the room, pulling his hair and cursing. "It feels like he ran a fucking truck up your pussy! How many times did he dump his load in you? You were supposed to just jerk him off, for crap's sake! Not let him dick you!"

I was just too exhausted, and at some point during his tirade I simple passed out, feeling completely used -and more fucked than ever in my life.



Leanne



Leanne Battersby had "grown up" a lot when Les found her working in the Golden Garter Club in Manchester. Gone was the scrawny teenager who had run away to marry Nick Tilsley, replaced by a full-breasted woman. 

Leanne had become involved with Jez Quigley through her cocaine habit and fled to Australia to escape involvement in his criminal activities. While in Australia she continued to work pulling pints but her habit forced her into prostitution.

As her earning potential decreased she had decided to move back to Manchester to be closer to home. She would be lucky getting a tenner in Manchester for her services but there was an endless supply of horny blokes. 

Leanne started with Velvet Touch Escorts, an outcall agency that supplied whores to lonely men. Her first call was to the Cecil Hotel on Carridock Road. The Cecil was a four-floor walk-up flea trap where rooms could be rented by the hour.

Leanne walked up to the desk clerk to find out which rooms her services were required. The old bald clerk gave her the room number after taking a good look at what she was selling.

Leanne had dressed the part, very short micro-mini skirt showing her long legs almost up to her butt cheeks and a décolleté peasant blouse with a lot of her cleavage revealed. It was Leanne's way of advertising her wares.

The clerk watched Leanne's hips swivel as he watched her climb the stairs up to room 14. He caught a brief glimpse of he ass cheeks but could not tell if she was wearing any knickers or not.

Leanne made her way to the third floor and down the grimy hallway to room 14. She knocked gently on the door.

"Who is it?" the voice came from within.

"It's Leanne, from the agency." She identified herself.

"Come in, it's unlocked." the voice commanded.

It was a real sleaze-bag room, a cheap bed and a couple of old vinyl-covered chairs salvaged from a junk sale. John Lamb sat in one of the chairs awaiting the arrival of his piece of ass.

Leanne guessed Lamb was in his fifties, considerable overweight and very unkempt looking in a soiled white shirt and a couple of day's growth of beard. Not at all "Mr. Wonderful."

"I need the coin up front." Leanne stated her policy.

"That was a fiver?" Lamb asked.

"In your dreams, ten if you want to stick in my lovely body!" Leanne corrected him.

Lamb fumbled through his billfold and produced a ten-pound note. Leanne took the note and stuck it in he handbag.

"How do you want it?" she asked unzipping her short skirt.

"Doggy!" Lamb answered joining her getting undressed.

"Well at least I won't have to look at his while he fucks me." Leanne thought, "And I don't take it the ass for ten!" she informed Lamb.

Leanne stepped out of her skirt and slid her thong down over her hips. She assumed her position on her hands and knees beside the bed.

Lamb pulled a condom on over his erection. Leanne remembered when guys liked to fuck her bare cock, pump their spunk into her pussy. Now most guys wore a rubber unless she was giving them head, and then they wanted to shoot their jism down her throat!

Leanne felt Lamb's hand grip her hips a he lined himself up with her pie. His cockhead nuzzled between her shaved labia and he pushed. Lamb's cock slid easily into her cunt until she felt his pubic hair tickle her bum. Leanne rocked back onto his cock and the fucking began,

Leanne mad her moaning sounds, guys liked it, it made them come faster.

"Oh yes! Your cock is so big, fuck me Baby, and fuck me!" 

Lamb slammed her without mercy, trying to drive his cock right out of her mouth. Leanne was use to hard fucking, unlike their wives many guys liked to abuse whores fucking them without any feelings other than to empty their balls into a warm, wet hole.

"More, more, give me all your cock!" Leanne begged.

She felt Lambs body stiffen with his cock buried deep within her. She knew he was filling the condom with jism.

Leanne did not come; it was very rare she had an orgasm with a John. To her fucking was just a lob like waiting on tables. 

Leanne left the Cecil to do her shift at the Golden Garter. The Golden Garter was a lap-dancing club on Viaduct Road that catered to horny blokes. Part of her job was to wear a risqué harem girl costume. The skimpy bikini top did little more than conceal the nipples on her massive 38D breasts. The lovely freckled mounds were mostly bare for the punters' pleasure.

Leanne got groped a lot, punters helping themselves to handfuls of her thinly covered ass, filling their hands with her tits while sticking bills in her bra. It was part of the job and the tips were good.

It also gave Leanne a chance to let interested blokes she was available for a small fee. The Golden Garter had a room upstairs that the girls were allowed to use to service the customers. Leanne used the room several times during a good shift.

Les had blown a gasket when he found his long lost daughter working as a whore so close to home. He dragged Leanne out of the club and read her the Riot Act on the pavement out front.

"You are going to quit working here and come and live with me." Les demanded.

"I have to work here!" Leanne argued, "And why would I want to move in with you and Mom?"

"Janice has moved out, there is just me and a young lad and a boy." Les explained.

"Great, you want me to move in with my dysfunctional family again?" Leanne questioned.

"We need a woman around the house, you will be doing us all a favor." Les pleaded.

The move to Coronation Street was easy, Leanne only had her clothes and DVD player to bring which all fitted easily into Les's taxi.

"Why do I have to share a room?" Leanne complained.

"Because there are only two bedrooms and the lads are in the other one." Les explained.

"But can't I have my own bed?" she asked.

"The rooms not big enough for two beds." argued.

Leanne did not intend spending too many nights in her father's bed. Business was good and most nights she would be home late and could kip on the couch. Begrudgingly she put her clothes in Les's wardrobe and dresser. Her bras and panties occupied the same drawer Janet's use to.

It had been a slow night. Leanne only had one John, and all he had wanted was his cock sucked. The club was almost empty by 11 pm so she hopped a cab to Coronation Street.

When she got home everyone was already in bed. Leanne stripped down to her panties and made herself a cup of tea.

Finishing her tea she was about to get a blanket and sleep on the couch. She got thinking about how much more comfortable the bed in Les's room would be and he was likely already sleeping.

Quietly she crept up the stair and went down the hall to her father's room. In the darkness all she could hear was the deep rhythmic breathing of he father. Carefully she crawled into the empty side of the bed and hanging over the edge she went to sleep. 


Sleep came quickly and soon Leanne was sprawled more unashamed across her father's bed. Briefly during the night she awaken enough to discover her father had her bare breast cupped in his hand, she soon fell asleep once more.

Morning light shone in the window when Leanne opened her eyes, She lay uncovered in only her knickers, as she had gone to bed. Les was lying on his side beside her running his hand gently up and down her body.

"Dad, what are you doing!" Leanne protested.

"You looked so lovely laying there." Les explained.

"I'm your daughter, don't even think about it!" she warned.

Les's hand became more aggressive, he was now fondling her breasts, kneading it like a lump of bread dough, his fingers tantalizing her erect nipples.

"You are fucking all those strangers, what's wrong with your own Dad?" he pleaded.

Leanne was in a quandary. Les was right, was it any worse to fuck your father than a parade of strange blokes? Leanne started to waffle on her position.

"Well, if nobody finds out?" Leanne consented.

Leanne lifted her ass allowing Les to slid her knickers down over her hip uncovering her smooth shaven pussy.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he said seeing her juvenile looking fan.

"Guys like it." Leanne explained.

Leanne was all too familiar with being taken. Instinctively she spread her legs allowing unrestricted access to her pussy. Les mounted his daughter.

Leanne was no longer turned on by fucking, her father slid into he like hundreds of guys had before. She did know hat guys liked though as she wrapped her longlegs around her father's ass and drew him into her. Once Les was fully into her Leanne contracted her pelvic muscle so her cervix took a firm grip on her father's cock.

"Do you love your little girl?" Leanne asks mockingly.

Les answered by digging his toes into the mattress and driving his cock as far into his daughter's fan as possible.

"Not bad for an old man!" Leanne teased.

Les emptied his balls into his daughter. 

Less climbed out of bed after pulling his dick out of his daughter's sodden pussy. He hated to leave her but he had to see to the boys downstairs.

"I think I will sleep a bit longer." Leanne said rolling over with her father's sperm safely stored in her womb. 

Leanne got up about noon. The guys were at work and Chesley was at school so Leanne did not bother to dress right away instead going down to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea and some toast.

She was sitting at the table wearing only her knickers reading the Weatherfield Gazette when she heard someone come in.

Leanne did not bother to shift her butt thinking it was her Dad sneaking home in hopes of getting his dick wet again. She was surprised when she looked over her paper and saw Kirk Sutherland standing there looking at he.

Kirk lived with Les but more importantly he was Maria's brother. Maria was the little slut that had got herself knocked up by her sister Toyah's boyfriend and then ended up living in Canada with her husband Nick Tilsley.

Kirk figure Les had screwed his daughter the previous night. He knew she was sharing Les's bedroom with him and after all he had found her in a lap-dancing club. Kirk looked at the almost naked girl, beautiful tits with lovely pink nipples.

"Hi Kirk." Leanne the paper so he would get a better looks at her boobs.

Kirk was speechless; Leanne's boldness was more than he was accustom to.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she offered.

Kirk could not believe what he heard; this beautiful woman was offering to fuck him? "Y-yes-s." he managed to stammer.

"Come over here Big Guy." Leanne ordered.

Obediently Kirk did as commanded and shuffled over to where the seductress sat. Leanne quickly unfastened Kirk's jeans and reached in to find his cock. Soon her hand came out holding Kirk's embarrassing hard erection.

"Well, what do we have here?" she smiled.

Kirk just about come when she guided his cock to her mouth.

It was Kirk's first blowjob; he could never been able to convince Fiz to put his cock into her mouth. Now this young woman was slurping his cock like it was a delicacy. He couldn't believe his luck, he must be dreaming.

Leanne sucked his cock with expert skill as she had used on so many cocks before. She knew how to move her tongue around his shaft, up and over the helmet, how to take time to take his balls into her mouth, how to deepthroat his cocks until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair. She knew he would not be able to hold his load very long and when he finally got into her pussy she wanted him to last.

Kirk gave up his load after about 45 seconds in Leanne's mouth. The greedy little bitch slurped his spunk down like it was a pint of bitters.

"Let's go upstairs and fuck!" she suggested wiping her cum coated lips on the back of her hand.

Kirk followed her up the stairs watching her tight ass swivel under the thin material of her knickers. The silk of her panties was quite sheer and he could see her inviting butt crack clearly as she climbed the steps.

She led Kirk into Les's bedroom where she had just fucked her father a few hours previously.

"Get naked!" she ordered.

Leanne removed her knickers and climbed into the bed closely followed by a naked Kirk.

"Let me get on top." She ordered.

Kirk laid on his back, his once again erect cock pointing at the ceiling. Leanne threw her leg over his hips onto his cock.

"Nice one!" Leanne moaned as her cunt swallowed Kirk's cock. When she felt her pussy lips press against his balls she began to fuck, sliding her cervix up and down on his shaft, gyrating her hips so his cock was toggled inside of her.

"Oh yes!" Leanne moaned, she always liked the feel of a young cock in her.

Kirk thought he had died and gone to heaven. Leanne's pussy was still slick from the previous night's fucking and his cock slid in and out of her like a pocket of silk. He filled his hands with her bouncing tits. 

Leanne was kind of glad she was back in Weatherfield; she couldn't wait to meet that little slut Maria.



Leanne and Her Lovers



"Dammit." Leanne cursed perhaps a little loudly and, surprised at the expletive, the man seated next to her looked up. "Sorry," Leanne gave a wan smile and then lied. "I don't like flying too much." 

"Hey, I understand," the man smiled, brightening considerably while obviously surveying Leanne's legs. 

She noticed the flick of his eyes and sighed. 'You can piss off too, mate.' Although this remained unsaid, Leanne's glare gave the stranger no excuse for not getting the hint. This was one pissed off lady. 'I'm in no mood for chancers like you,' she thought, 'I've had enough of that lately.' She turned to the window and pretended to be enthralled by the work activities of Luton airport, ignoring the man completely. Leanne had cursed because she was angry, and the anger was directed at her former lover, or so she tried to convince herself. 

The small plane pushed back and a few minutes later, climbed into the leaden skies above London. It was somewhere over the Pyrenees that Leanne accepted that she should be more angry at herself than James. James may have engineered the scene, but she was really to blame for going along with the scheme when she should have known better. At that point, high above the mountains, Leanne squirmed in the seat at the recollection of the sensations she had experienced and the itch between her legs tickled her consciousness. She felt a pulse of life as her clitoris woke and her insides clenched at the residual memory of events.

"Dammit," she cursed again, this time eliciting no response from her neighbour. 

*** 

Leanne paused with her foot on the first step, her hand on the banister. She trembled with a cocktail mix of fear, anxiety, and a heavy shot of arousal. 'The bastard,' she thought, 'this has to be a dream,' it was too surreal to be true.

"My wife," he had said only an hour before, "well," he paused, his eyes everywhere but Leanne's. "It appears she wants to –- ah –- experience a woman."

"Your wife?" Leanne was taken completely off guard by the revelation. The implication had been that they meet for coffee as an act of conciliation, not to discuss his wife's sexual hankering.

"My wife," he confirmed still failing to look Leanne in the face.

Leanne was lost for words. She'd agreed to meet him to lay to rest the ghost of their affair. It had cost her dearly over the months. How many times had she come within an inch of calling him? How much time had she wasted thinking of him? How much love and emotion had she scattered to the winds of his indifference?

Too much.

She stared out across the pebbled beach. The dark water of the Channel in December appeared swollen; a solitary man gazed out towards France which lay beyond the horizon. Leanne wondered about his life for a few moments. What troubles did he have? Why was he standing and just staring out over the dark, tumultuous water? Perhaps he was untroubled; perhaps he'd been a mariner and was merely reminiscing of old times...

'Fuck', she cursed inwardly. 'I shouldn't have come back. This place... Him...'

"We had a chat." Leanne returned to the present at the sound of James's voice. "Well, it was more than a chat, but I'll spare detail." James fiddled with the condiments, obviously discomfited. "Go on." Leanne's curiosity cajoled her despite her better judgement.

She knew him well; she was suspicious of his motives. Was this a ruse to get her alone in some hotel so he could seduce her? Leanne knew how dangerous that was. She liked to think she was strong enough to resist him, but...

"Like I said, I'll spare detail, but the upshot is that she admitted to fantasising about another woman – about experiencing another woman. You and I have discussed your sexuality..." He spread his hands and grinned, "So?"

The question lay between them, a request on the table in front of her. It was her decision. 

Or was it a test, some kind of game? He was entirely capable, the unpredictable bastard. Leanne sipped at the now tepid coffee; it had cooled, forgotten since his opening gambit. She considered her options. If it were a ruse to seduce her she hoped she had the strength to deny him, on the other hand, if it were true... 

A woman, the taste of a woman, it had been such a long time. Lust burst like a hot flare and desire oozed from her sex. Her pulse quickened and she felt her nipples tighten ... Thank god he couldn't see the reaction, she wanted the upper hand, and for him to know she was aroused would be a failing.

Leanne's cup clinked into the saucer. "When?" 

"She's at home now."

"Your home?"

"Yes."

His house put a whole new complexion on the situation. The risk for him, if this were a game, was incalculable. If it were a seduction ploy then where was the wife? There was no way he would dare risk being caught in flagrante delicto. 

And what if it were true? The question again; a stealthy slide of doubt crept into Leanne's considerations. She imagined the woman waiting. Was the anticipation the same for her as it was for Leanne? Was she trembling with that volatile mix of fear, lust, and anticipation?

It was a pivotal moment. James remained silent, perhaps sensing that if he spoke, or even moved, then Leanne may just laugh in his face, tell him to stop being an arsehole, and leave. 

The ooze between Leanne's legs became a trickle, she was sure she could smell her own arousal. "I'll do it."

Finally their eyes met and locked as though in battle. Leanne stared at him with a level gaze, desperate not to show any sign of emotion. She won, his eyes dropped first.

James became brusque and businesslike. "Give me fifteen minutes and then follow," he ordered. He signalled for the bill, paid, and left. In the vacuum of his departure Leanne idly watched the man on the windswept beach. Again she wondered why he stood there. What was he thinking? Was he in the eye of the storm, as she was herself? James had led her on such a merry emotional dance over the summer... Was the man on the beach enduring his own crisis, or was he just enjoying the solitude? Leanne sighed, she would never know, and she had her own destiny to fulfil. She slipped on her coat and left the warmth of the café. The cold of the day slapped into her like an accusation. Was she insane?

During the short drive, Leanne changed her mind a dozen times, but inwardly, deep inside herself, she knew she would make the date. There was the residue of her brief, but oh-so-intense affair with James. He had controlled her, played with her mind, leaving Leanne with the need to exorcise that ghost. He no longer held the power; she was going into this with her eyes open, it was her decision.

But her stomach churned and her sex oiled with barely controlled craving.

"You bastard," she whispered into the uncaring interior of the hire car.

He met her at the door.

"Where is she?" Leanne demanded.

"Upstairs," he replied and lunged. "Leanne," he groaned, "you're so sexy... I want you." James's hands were all over her body, probing between her legs, massaging her breasts. The desire flashed brighter at James's touch and Leanne heard herself groan.

Then a cold band of iron girded Leanne's resolve. "I'm not here for you, James," she scolded and pushed his hands away from her chest. "I'm here for her. I want to taste her." Hearing her own words opened the sluice and the slick oil of her arousal slid along Leanne's thighs. She ran her fingers through her short cropped blonde hair and snorted. "Get out of my way." 

She pulled off the boots and quickly stripped down to just her thong. She saw the look of hunger in James's eyes. 'God,' she thought, 'he wants to fuck me right here.' Leanne turned, knowing the effect her derriere would have on the man, he'd always made such appreciative noises about her backside. In fact, the first time they'd been intimate James had buggered her – an act she had quite simply adored.

Leanne's hand touched the wooden banister while James looked on. Leanne climbed the stairs slowly, one by one, her heart thudding in her chest, her legs weak and trembling with anticipation. She rolled her hips as she climbed, teasing James with the sight of her backside. She sent a silent word of thanks to the cross-trainer god, conscious of the fact that James would be gaping up at her. 

As Leanne ascended, as the door loomed ever closer, she forgot about the man. Her mind whirled, it was nine thirty in the morning, what was she doing here? Could she really be contemplating sex with another woman? A stranger. Her former lover's wife. It was insane. It wasn't real.

When she reached the first landing, where the stairs turned through ninety degrees, Leanne looked back at James. He was still immobile at the foot of the stairs. His expression gave nothing away. 

'Who chose the carpet?' The ridiculous question flashed through Leanne's mind. She curtailed the unreal train of thought, not knowing that it was the need for reality that sent such an idea into her head. The situation was unreal and her mind needed something tangible to focus upon. 'Normal people don't behave this way,' she thought.

Leanne continued up the short flight – half a dozen steps. She was dizzy now and wished she'd had a glass of water with her coffee, her mouth was so dry. She felt weak, but the insistent beat between her legs urged her on. Her excitement rose, threatening to reach mercurial heights as her hand touched the door handle. Was the woman waiting for her beyond the door? A flash vision flickered across her mind's eye. She imagined the woman laying back, thighs wide, sex gaping and oozing; an invitation for Leanne's tongue...

She groaned as the lust prickled and itched between her now oily thighs. The slick lubrication slid from her body and soaked into the scrap of thong. She turned the handle and pushed the door.

The room was unoccupied. The bed sat, neatly made, mocking her.

"Bastard," Leanne muttered when the heavy fist of disappointment slammed into her abdomen. She slumped on the bed feeling suddenly ridiculous, her cheeks hot with shame and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." 

Leanne sat at his kitchen table and ignored the proffered cup. James placed the drink in front of her, he'd seen her expression when Leanne appeared at the top of the stairs, he realised that she wasn't seeing the whole thing as a joke and he'd remained silent while Leanne gathered up her clothes and dressed in a terrible silence.

"Sorry?" She croaked and looked at James with venom in her eyes. "Why would you do that to me? Why?"

James shrugged, unable to articulate his reasoning. "Uhm... " He made a clumsy attempt. "I just wanted to see how far you'd go..."

"How far I'd go?" Leanne's tone was incredulous. 

"I knew you were bi, or so you'd said, but I wanted to see if you'd really do it." He shrugged again, knowing this defence was going nowhere. He tried attack, "You played games with me, and you enjoyed fucking with my mind – when we were – together."

"I fucked with your mind!" Leanne's voice rose to strident disbelief. "You were the one who yanked my chain the last time I was here." She pointed an accusing finger and James had a clear visualisation of the cup and its steaming contents being hurled at him. "You led me a merry dance," Leanne continued, "asking me to meet you and then dropping me last minute. I was more than half in love with you when I left the country originally." The hot tears slid along her cheeks. "And when I'd gone I heard nothing for weeks – that hurt me a lot – and then when I mention I'm coming back you bombard me with messages – and then drop me again."

"I'm sorry." There was nothing else he could think to say. 

"This time, when I agreed to the coffee, I was finding closure. I wanted to see you one last time and know I had the strength to put you out of my mind, to forget you." Leanne picked up the cup causing James to flinch. She took a sip of the tea, apparently not of a mind to throw it.

"Oh God, I've blown it haven't I?"

Leanne sighed, the anger momentarily dissolved when she saw the contrition in James's expression.

"You blew it last time I was in town." She recovered slightly, suddenly knowing how to retrieve her dignity. She dropped her bombshell: "There's someone else now."

James's already sorrowful expression dropped lower. "Another man?"

"Yes." Her voice was level and controlled now. "I haven't met him in person yet, but he's on my list." Leanne brightened considerably at the verbalisation of what had recently been mere thoughts and impressions. "He's a filthy bastard –or at least that's the idea I get," Leanne examined James for a reaction. "He sends me messages and tells me how desirable I am, about how he'd love to fuck me..."

James gaped at Leanne as though seeing her, truly seeing her, for the first time.

"He says he wants to have me alone at first, but then he wants to..."

"What? What does he want?" James felt the stab of hot jealousy knife in his guts. He didn't want to hear about this usurper, but was caught in a web of paradox, growing aroused despite his feelings.

"He wants to share me with another man." Leanne's eyes slitted with feline scheming and she fired the final salvo. "And when I mean another man, James, I mean all three of us together, all three of us sharing each other."

Leanne drained the cup, placed it firmly on the table, and then, with a waggle of her fingers, she left James seated at his table, apparently too shocked to react.

***

The car was parked under the M25 and Leanne heard the six lanes of traffic thundering past overhead while she waited. The question was, would this one show? Finally, the day had come to meet him. She was apprehensive. Would he like her? Would she like him?

The phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. Her heart leapt, it was his caller ID. Was he going to show?

"Hello." She tried to sound cool, in control.

His voice: "Are you in a blue Focus?" 

"Yes, yes I am," Leanne turned in her seat. There was a car parked behind her.

She heard his chuckle. "I'm behind you, follow me, I know a place to go."

Before Leanne could utter another word, the line went dead and the car behind manoeuvred past. There were two options, follow him or drive back onto the motorway and leave it all behind.

Of course, she followed.

He turned into a pub car park; she parked a few spaces away. She quickly checked her face in the rear-view mirror, not perfect, but she would have to do. Then, with a flutter of nervous anticipation, she stepped out of the car.

Following a slightly awkward greeting, Leanne thought 'He's shy,' as they entered the pub. 

He was slightly put off by the relative silence inside. There were two patrons, spaced awkwardly as far as he was concerned, there would be no real opportunity to speak without being overheard.

'Shit,' he cursed inwardly, while out loud: "What can I get you?" He indicated the pumps with a nod. 

"Just an alcohol free lager, I have a way to drive yet." Leanne took advantage of the moment, "I'll be back in a flash." He watched her lithe figure as she moved out of the bar.

He ordered the drinks and steeled himself for the next few minutes. They would prove crucial if things were to progress any further.

Leanne returned after a couple of minor, and unnecessary in his view, amendments. The conversation turned to the ordinary, pleasantries exchanged, enquiries made. During the conversation he made a conscious effort to touch her lightly from time to time, nothing overtly odd, just a brush of his fingers along her arm, a kind of punctuation at the end of an anecdote, an entirely friendly gesture.

She liked him, he was good company, witty, and okay to look at. He paid her compliments about the way she looked and her style of dress. 

Then, his hand rested on her leg for longer than was polite, and Leanne allowed it to remain.

"I have to go soon," she murmured reluctantly. "Sorry, but I'm expected."

"Okay," he acquiesced, with a hint of disappointment. "I could get us a room?" The afterthought was almost blurted.

"I would love to," Leanne responded, "but they're waiting for me..." she shrugged; the situation was beyond her control.

Out in the car park the goodbyes were stilted. Until, to her surprise, he grinned and said, "I just have to check something." Then, without waiting for a response, he lifted a surprised Leanne off her feet. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he supported her, his hands under her buttocks. "I knew you'd be perfect," he growled in a low, sexy voice that made her insides clench. "I could fuck into you, as I hold you up like this."

"Kiss me." Leanne whispered the words and pressed her lips to his. 

His mouth opened and they kissed gently, exploring each other for the first time, sharing that soft, intimate moment. The kiss lengthened and grew more urgent. Leanne felt his fingers dig into her buttocks and she groaned into his open mouth. Her sex flooded with warmth and her nipples grew taut under her sweater and brassiere.

"Damn, I want to fuck you." His words, so coarse, fuelled her lust. Leanne felt she could strip bare in that car park and let him push his tongue deep into her body. She ached to feel him inside her. She wanted to taste him; she wanted to taste her own musk on his tongue as he kissed her.

"Dear Lord," she groaned. "I... I... "

Thirty minutes later, Leanne was grabbing at his belt. She fumbled, frantic and trembling with desire. The phone call had been made calling off her meeting while he found the hotel. She was so damned horny; the meeting could go fuck itself. She wanted to feel him inside her body. She wanted to fuck him. The feelings were so intense. She imagined her pussy all hot and swollen as he pushed his length into her body.

"Take them off," Leanne growled, frustrated by the belt. "Take those trousers off, I want to see your prick." 

Confident now, Luke grinned at her ardour. "You want to see my cock? I want you to do more than look at it." He unbuckled the belt and flicked the button open. 

His long, thickened penis slipped into view and Leanne gasped. She knelt in front of him and lifted the heavy thing to her mouth. She kissed the head of it and slurped her tongue along the underside. It stiffened fully and Leanne growled as she curled her fingers around the shaft.

"Jesus," Luke sighed when Leanne's quick tongue slavered around and around his cock head.

Leanne let out unintelligible sounds as she slurped and drooled. She was lost in the moment. Her pussy clenched with desire and her clitoris pulsed with the ache of frustration. All through the intervening minutes, from kiss to hotel, she had been waiting for the moment when Luke split her labia with his prick, when he entered her for the first time, when he speared her with that angry looking penis.

"Lick me, lick me," she grunted with an urgency that sent waves of lust over Luke's senses. Leanne nearly ripped her clothes from her body such was her desire. Finally she lay on the bed before him, her nipples taut and huge. Her vulva was swollen and slick. "Lick it, please, babe, lick me."

Luke moved between her legs and lifted them wide, holding her behind the knees. Leanne felt her slit gape open. "Please," she gasped, ignoring the inelegance of her exposed position. "Please use your tongue on me... I'm going to explode... Please."

Luke dabbed his tongue at her distended clitoris. The heat from her sex was unbelievable. He couldn't recall ever having seen a woman so aroused. He lapped at her like a dog, tasting the slick honey that slid from her opening.

Luke took stock, part of his mind diverted from the wanton display in front of him. She was so sexy. Over forty years old, but what a body! He'd noticed how trim and fit she was as she hurriedly undressed. He'd seen pictures, but to experience her in the flesh, naked, that neatly shaven mound... 




Leanne and Her Lovers



"You taste divine, darling," he growled in the brief moment his mouth was detached from her mons. 

Leanne responded by grunting and gritting her teeth before pulling his face even closer. Her juice slid over his face as Luke tongued her desperately. He slid between her opening and her anus. He probed deep into her dirty-hole and then slid and slurped at her clitoris before plunging into the molten core of her.

His fingers worked into her while he tongued her clitoris. He rubbed at the rough spot inside her and caused her to grunt and groan with wild abandon.

"No, no," she squirmed. "Not there... I'll pee... No."

Luke wriggled first one, then two fingers relentlessly against that place inside her. Leanne groaned and wriggled. She thrust against his hand despite her protestations. He felt her squeezing over his fingers; her muscles clamped tight and nearly expelled his fingers. Leanne squealed and flushed red. 

"You bastard, that's – so – fucking – good."

The first squirt splashed against his palm and he moved alongside Leanne's body quickly, keeping his fingers busy inside her, but positioning himself so he could kiss her. With their mouths locked and tongues working frantically around and around each other, they kissed throughout Leanne's boiling climax.

More viscous liquid spurted hot and thick against his hand and wrist as Luke continued to manipulate his fingers against Leanne's insides.

The sounds she made were beyond Luke's experience; he had never seen a woman climax so heavily before. His cock felt huge, so stiff – he imagined himself a Titan. He pulled his sodden hand from Leanne and moved so his cock-head butted her opening.

"I want you," he growled.

Leanne opened her eyes and blinked up at her lover.

"Do it, do it now," she urged and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Fuck me; I'm so horny for you."

Luke sank into her and Leanne let out a low, animal groan as his meat filled her. Despite her wetness he felt huge inside her.

"Jesus," she blasphemed, "fuck me with that thing. Go on. Pound me. I'm yours."

Luke manoeuvred the pair of them and then, angling his hands beneath her; he lifted Leanne off her feet. She found herself impaled on his prick now, a facsimile of their first physical contact in the car park, but now with the pair of them naked, and with him buried to the hilt inside her. Leanne groaned and sobbed as her head fell against his chest. Luke used his strength to lift Leanne up and down. The upper ridge of his cock bumped against her clitoris with every long, deep stroke.

Leanne felt her insides contract again, and rather than suppress the urge to pee, she let it go. Her ejaculate slid from her and slithered in a trickle over the base of Luke's cock and over his balls. Leanne grunted like a wounded animal as her climax ripped her senses. She bit into Luke's shoulder as he continued to hammer her relentlessly along his length.

As Leanne's orgasm tapered, Luke laid her on the bed. He then lifted her legs high and wide and pumped into her again.

"I'm going to do it," he groaned. "I'm going to come."

"All over me," Leanne squealed when she realised he was going to fill her with semen. "Come on my belly, on my tits, on my face, please."

She pushed the groaning man from her body, desperate that he shouldn't let his seed spurt into her body.

"Shit," Luke grunted. He tugged at his penis and aimed the eye at Leanne's body. "It's here... Oh fuck..."

The first spout spattered wetly against Leanne's belly, the second and third splashing further up her body, a long thick smear of it nestled in the valley between her tight breasts. 

"Do it on me," she hissed. "Oh God, it feels so hot, I feel so fucking dirty, do it!"

Leanne's finger swirled in circles around her clitoris as more of the gloop spattered against her skin. She felt a second wave of her orgasm rush through her limbs and she gave up all conscious thought. 

*** 

The following evening the lovers strolled hand in hand along the beach. It was the same stretch of beach that Leanne had surveyed from the café and she wondered if the man she'd watched was happy.

"Shall we go back and eat?" Luke asked. "Or shall I eat you under the pier?"

Leanne chuckled at the filthy familiarity. "Let's go back. I want to drink wine and suck your cock."

"And tomorrow you'll have two, perhaps?"

Leanne's stomach fluttered at the reminder of the coming rendezvous. Her, Luke, and James... The moment was twenty four hours away. 

"Will you really do it?" She was nervous after her previous letdown.

"Of course I'll do it. I want you to put him behind you..." Luke chuckled, "I don't mean let him get behind you physically, not with that gorgeous rear of yours, we'd never get rid of him." He caressed Leanne's rump, savouring the delicious feel of her taut flesh under his fingers. "I want you again." His voice grew thick with arousal, a fact not unnoticed by Leanne.

"Let's go back, eat, and drink a bottle of red." She paused mid-stride and turned to her lover. They kissed, and all the romance of the cool April evening washed over them both. The everyday traffic rushed past unnoticed, the pedestrian commuters stepped aside, perhaps sensing that the couple were locked in one of life's special moments. 

"You're a special lady," Luke declared when the kiss eventually broke. "I hope you get what you're looking for tomorrow."

"Closure and a good fuck," was her smutty retort. They linked hands and moved back to the hotel.

*** 

Leanne thought that she would never hear from James again... She was wrong. No sooner had she stepped off the plane and tuned on her phone, a text arrived. Once again he came in at an oblique, totally unexpected... Well, perhaps his text wasn't totally unexpected, but the content had the capacity to bring Leanne to a slack-jawed halt in the arrivals lounge.

I want to be there. I want to be part of it. I want to suck another man's cock.

James had never given her a hint that he would consider anything even slightly kinky, other than the buggery, so the wording of the message floored her. 

"Jesus Christ," she blasphemed, "am I ever going to get him out of my head?"

Then, later that night, the nascent plan was conceived. Leanne felt the tickle of arousal in the pit of her stomach. The tickle blossomed to warmth that quickly moved south and suffused her sex with a prurience to make he gasp. Leanne couldn't resist the lure and her fingers soon found the already sodden centre. As she tickled her clitoris with the index finger of one hand she pushed first one, then a second, and finally a third finger into her opening. She frigged and probed, completely aware of the obscene squelching and sloshing, imagining the two men and herself.

The marshy sound as her fingers worked only heightened Leanne's ardour. "Oh my god," she moaned into the dark, "filth, such filth." She stiffened her three fingers and fucked herself vigorously, the other finger moving in tight circles. "Suck each other," she exhorted her fantasy lovers. "Suck each others' cocks and then stick them into me. I want one in front and one behind..."

The image of both men penetrating her simultaneously sent Leanne over the edge. The clenching around her fingers went unnoticed, as did the quick spurts of come, hot and viscous, which pissed from her opening. Leanne grunted and thrashed until the bed became a tangle of limbs and linen, stained with the residue of her climax.

Once she had recovered from the tumult of her orgasm, with neither thought nor prescience Leanne reached for her phone and sent two text messages.

*** 

The barman observed the blonde woman as she sat, cool and elegant, in the bar-cum-restaurant of the hotel. He couldn't figure her out. It was a game he played with himself, trying to guess who was who as the patrons and guests showed on his radar. He enjoyed trying to guess who were the swingers, the lonely men, and the prostitutes. Some were so blatant, so obvious, it spoiled his fun. The made up women and sweaty men, the women usually more undressed than dressed, mini-skirts and high heels, thigh boots and leather corsets – he'd seen it all, not to mention some of the finds by the chambermaids... This one though, he couldn't decide. She looked too – well, too nice. 

The blonde lifted her wineglass and took a delicate sip, careful not to smear lipstick. Her eye caught the barman's inquisitive stare and, embarrassed at being caught out, he lowered his eyes instantly. His chagrin was relieved somewhat by the arrival of a group of lads, obviously of the white van variety, and his professional attention was demanded in the form of libation – three pints ordered in typically unruly fashion.

Leanne awaited the arrival of James with that now familiar delight of apprehension and lust. She idly wondered if the three rowdies had any inclination that she was bare beneath her coat. Stockings, shoes, and a broad smile, even her muff was trimmed and pampered to velvet softness. Her excitement was heightened by the knowledge that her lover was upstairs, naked and primed for what she hoped was to be a very fulfilling evening.

She took another sip of the wine, shifted in her seat and revelled in the luxuriant slide as one stockinged leg slid over the other. Her sex oiled, as unstoppable as the tide, and then her tummy flipped with the shock of James's arrival. She appraised him as he walked to her; 'he's really quite sexy,' she thought. 

"Leanne," he nodded. James's tone was neutral, courteous – but giving nothing away. He looked dapper in the light coloured shirt and modish cargo pants.

"Drink?" she offered, "or do you want to . .?" The question hung before them.

"Is it real, Leanne?" He ignored the suggestion completely. "Is he real, or is this some kind of tit for tat thing, paying me back for last time?" Leanne remained silent, as Luke had suggested, informing her of the psychological advantage silence could bring in certain situations. "He isn't real, is he?" James broke as the silence lengthened uncomfortably.

Avoiding the direct question, Leanne smiled, leaned forward and whispered, "I'm bare under this coat." She had the satisfaction of seeing his Adam's apple bob up and down.

"Let's go then, let's see if you've got the balls."

Leanne chuckled, a deep sound like a dark drink laced with lust. "Balls?" she quipped. "I'll be playing with two sets in a short while."

James's penis immediately hardened at the words. Even if it were just a game, Leanne underneath that coat... He remembered how physically delicious she was, almost salivating at the thought.

During the walk along the corridor, with its anonymous doors standing sentinel, Leanne paused, turned to face him and allowed her coat to fall open. He had a glimpse of her body, the bare skin, the stockings, and the smooth promise of her mound. Leanne, in an obscene movement, slid a finger between her labia, offered it to him, and then, before he could react, slid the finger into her own mouth. Her eyes closed and she gave a low moan. "I taste divine," she purred, and then without bothering to fasten the coat, she continued along the corridor.

James was desperate for her now. The memory of how wet she became when aroused and of the time he had slid into the taboo of her anus... "Shit," he grunted and hurried after the woman. Leanne was waiting by one of the ubiquitous doors. She took the key-card from her pocket, slipped it into the slot and the tiny light flicked green.

"Ready?" she whispered, and then, without waiting for a response from James, pushed open the door.

"Hello, baby," James heard Leanne's greeting as he followed her into the room. "He's here."

A man's voice from deeper in the room: "So I see." James experienced a flash of shock. It wasn't made up. It wasn't a game. The man was real. And there he was, lying on the bed, late thirties or early forties, James guessed. Short hair, slim, and with his erect penis in his fist.

"I see you've been busy." Leanne's voice was a purr as she let the coat fall to the carpet. "Is that for me?" The apprehension she had previously felt was entirely displaced by the growing excitement at what was unfolding in front of her. Confident now, Leanne sat on the bed and took control of Luke's penis. She looked at James for a long moment and then, without breaking the stare, popped the dome into her mouth. She took several deliberately lascivious licks and said, "Come on James, you wanted to suck cock, now here you are," she waved the stalk, "come and get some."

"Perhaps he's shy," suggested Luke as he watched the woman slurping at his penis. "Why don't we help him undress?"

James balked slightly at the suggestion. "It's okay," he said with more than a hint of nervousness, "I can do it myself."

"What's the matter, James? You're not thinking of backing out on us are you?" Leanne's voice contained just a hint of mockery. 

It was that tone that goaded James into action. He had fantasised about this evening for weeks, ever since Leanne had suggested she could arrange it all. Of course he was nervous, who wouldn't be, this situation was far from normal in his book. Sucking a man's cock – and in front of someone whose opinion he held in high regard, vis á vis Leanne – he was entitled to some nerves. "I'm not backing out," he replied in a somewhat petulant tone.

"Then take those clothes off and join us." It was Luke who spoke.

James began to strip. He removed his shoes and his socks, slid the stylish leg wear down over his hips and unbuttoned his shirt. Standing self consciously, and more than a little uncertain, he waited. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but he felt so out of his depth. Usually the confident one, he was used to being in control, but now, feeling at a disadvantage, he just stood.

"You have an hour, that's all, an hour." James turned his attention to Leanne. "You don't touch me," she gave a wry grin as though amused at something and then continued: "Not unless I ask you to." James remained silent, totally bemused by the shift in the power base. This was Leanne as he'd never experienced her before. "Do you understand me?" James flinched at the harsh tone, but nodded in dumb acquiescence. "Now, just watch." Leanne spread her legs and exposed her scarlet slit. As though rehearsed Luke moved quickly and began to lap at the folds of Leanne's labia. He slid his tongue through the lips, which parted with sticky reluctance at the pressure. Leanne hissed and stretched her arms when Luke's tongue dabbed at her clitoris. "Shit, darling," she purred, her lust making her coarse. "Lick it, lick me and make me come with that talented tongue of yours."

Despite the corrosive jealousy that curdled in his guts, James touched his now thickly erect penis. He curled his fingers around the girth and slid his fist down and then up along its length. The feeling was indescribable... Leanne, his Leanne making those sounds, using such language, and to see another man slurping between her legs... 

He groaned and Leanne turned to look at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with the ecstasy centred on her sex. "Do you like it? Do you like seeing my lover licking me?" The use of the word stabbed through James's billowing lust – he had been her lover, but now another was in his place. "He's so good at it," Leanne sighed, "so good at eating my cunt."

The expletive sent a fresh wave of yearning surging through James's limbs. She had never used language like that with him. They were almost formal in their trysts, polite even. Who was this slut on the bed?

Luke continued to dab at Leanne. Then, at her behest he slid an exploratory finger into her opening. He tickled her pee-hole for a few moments and then slid the length of the digit into her body. He knew the place to go for; he knew just where to massage for the greatest effect. 

And of course, just for show, he manipulated that rough little patch inside her.

Leanne gasped and her eyes widened in shock. "Oh god," she groaned, "you're going to make me do it. Oh fuck yes!"

"Do it then," Luke urged quietly. "Piss it for me; go on show him how you love it." He continued to diddle inside Leanne's body and moved to kiss her on the mouth. 

Leanne returned the kiss with frantic passion. She panted and licked at Luke's extended tongue. Her fingers clawed into the bed, ruining the top sheet, and her back arched as she forced herself harder against Luke's hand.

James was stroking his cock more vigorously now. He was enthralled by the spectacle of Leanne's impending climax. He had more than a suspicion she was going to ejaculate and was aroused to a fever pitch at the thought.

"Yes," cried the woman on the devastated bed. "I'm... I'm... It's coming..."

Luke pulled his hand away sharply, leaving Leanne's sex exposed. James was startled to see the woman's sex gape and clench in an obscene parody of a mouth. It was as though Leanne was trying to bodily eject some invader – and then the gunk spurted from her in quick, violent spurts like a severed artery.

"Jesus Christ," James muttered when he witnessed Leanne crashing and thrashing in a seemingly agonised rictus. He continued to look on as Luke knelt between Leanne's legs and rubbed the tip if his cock against her slit. 

Leaning back from the waist, Luke slid the length of his engorged penis against Leanne's sex, lubricating himself with the stuff that oozed from her body. Then, making sure James could see, he pushed into the heat of Leanne's opening. 

After moving into Leanne as deep as he could manage, Luke pulled out of her so that just the glans remained inside her, trapped in a sticky labial embrace. "Look at how wet my cock is," Luke said to a still stunned James. "Look at the come on it." Luke pushed into Leanne again, this time leaning over her. The couple kissed, long, open-mouthed, and very noisily. "Now?" Luke asked the supine woman beneath him.

"Yes," panted Leanne, a post orgasmic blush painted her from face to the upper slopes of her breasts. "Do it now, I want to see him."

Luke pulled out of Leanne. "Time to suck cock," he said in a matter of fact fashion, "it's time to lick my prick clean."

Time stretched for James. He was so horny... He was filled with yearning to fuck Leanne. He desired her like never before, but there were her conditions, even in this heightened state James was aware of the terms of his presence.

"Please," he murmured, "please, just let me fuck you." 

Leanne smiled at the plea. "I might do," she teased, "I might let you put that thing into my cunt..." The seldom used obscenity sounded utterly depraved to Leanne, its use thrilled her when she felt it slide over her tongue like a dark lozenge. "But you have to suck Luke's cock. That's why you're here, you begged me to let you join in. Well, now it's time for you to put up."

Luke remained silent. This was Leanne's moment. He sat on the edge of the bed and awaited the outcome. It was his turn to feel the sharp, emerald stab of jealousy. Would she allow James to use her body? Would her ardour prove too strong? Luke hoped that she would hold out, but he was prepared for the eventuality, besides he had prepared a final surprise for the woman, and he fervently hoped James would be here to see it.

James looked from Leanne to Luke's penis and back again. He saw the challenge in Leanne's expression as time stretched and stretched. He knew he would have to act soon. Leanne lolled on the bed, her face near her lover's lap. She idly fondled the lips of her sex, her fingers sliding easily along the slick folds.

"Leanne," James whispered, "Leanne..." He stepped towards the bed. Slowly, one step at a time, he moved until he was close enough to touch Luke if he had the desire to, if he had the nerve.

"Come on James," Leanne purred, relishing the power she held. "Take a little lick with me." 




Leanne and Her Lovers



Luke surrendered control of his cock to Leanne when the woman took a firm hold of it down at the root. He sighed as Leanne took a gentle dab at the purple dome with the tip of her tongue. Then, without breaking her gaze with James's, Leanne took a single lascivious lick from balls to tip. 

James knelt and Leanne immediately stopped her oral attention upon Luke's shaft. She pointed the blunt cock-head at James in invitation.

"I... I don't know if I can." James murmured.

"If you don't," Leanne's voice was barely perceptible," then you have no chance of ever fucking me again. Ever."

James swallowed, struggling to overcome years of conditioning. He wasn't gay, dammit. He adored women, but the thought, the fantasy of sucking cock – It was just so bad. Then, despite his prejudices, James's head slowly moved towards the offered cock.

"I don't believe I'm going to do this." One last protestation, and then he touched the glans with his tongue. He took an exploratory dab, and then a second. Then James applied real pressure and licked at the dome of Luke's cock. It was a very strange sensation; the texture on his tongue was unexpected, not hard, but firm, very firm, and spongy at the same time. James was repelled at the thought of Luke's pre-come at first, but quickly overcame his distaste when he remembered that the goo smeared on the dick was Leanne's.

"Suck it, baby," Leanne whispered, her eyes wide and staring, her voice filled with awe. "That's so, so naughty," she giggled.

"You suck me too," grunted Luke. "You suck me and then come kiss me while he carries on."

Leanne complied and was soon rolling her tongue around Luke's in a serpentine dance, while James grew bolder in his oral technique. 

"Is it good?" Leanne enquired when finally the kiss broke.

"With you here, darling, it's perfect." He kissed Leanne again, smearing the cocktail of her lipstick and his own pre-come further around her mouth.

"I want to suck you as well," Leanne pleaded. "I want to share you with him."

"This is your night, Leanne," Luke growled. "You do as you please."

Leanne took control of Luke's dick once more. She sucked and licked at it before passing it back to James, who copied her actions. Back and forth the couple played pass the penis, leaving Luke groaning and sighing above them.

"I want to feel you inside me," Leanne blurted suddenly. For a moment James's hopes soared only to come crashing down again when Leanne took an inelegant wipe at her sex with a convenient towel, pushed Luke onto his back and straddled him.

He suddenly found himself relegated to the role of onlooker as Leanne rode her lover with vigour and vocals. Now blooded, James was no longer inhibited and he tugged on his cock in time with the relentless sliding of Leanne on Luke's length.

Without breaking the rhythm Leanne beckoned James to her. "Stick it in my mouth; let me suck while I'm fucking."

James reacted quickly, balancing on the rolling bed and holding his stalk down for Leanne's convenience.

The scene continued for a few minutes. Leanne rode Luke hard, her breasts swaying, with the nipples tight and engorged in the puckered coins of their aerola. Luke held her as tight as he dared, the fingers of one hand digging into the muscle of her buttock, spreading the cheeks wide and exposing her sphincter. 

He smeared one finger with their combined goo that slid from Leanne and over his balls and, sufficiently lubricated, probed into the resistance of Leanne's anus.

"Yes!" Leanne cried with enthusiasm when she felt the digit probe the opening. "Finger my arse. Oh, you filthy bastard," she groaned. "Finger that dirty-hole."

Leanne flopped forward onto Luke's chest, James's cock forgotten. Her breasts squashed against Luke as Leanne kissed him. She was hot breathed, smeared with gloop, and frantic as another climax rolled on its inevitable course. Luke struggled to hold himself inside her as the violence erupted around him. He jabbed his finger into Leanne's anus relentlessly, while holding her as tight as possible around her body.

Leanne wriggled and struggled, desperate to find the friction between that special place inside her and Luke's erection. She pressed her mons hard down against Luke's pubis, while at the same time jerking her hips quickly back and forth. She then pushed up from Luke's body and leaned back, her hands between Luke's knees. With her nipples now pointing almost at the ceiling, Leanne slid up along Luke's shaft until all that remained in her grip was the tip of his penis. Then she slammed back down onto him before rising again. Each time she slid down the pole, Leanne squealed, punctuating each cry with an obscenity.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she shouted, and then, eyes screwed tight and with the cords in her neck taut and clearly visible, Leanne went into the abyss. She gave a single huge grunt, as though wounded, which transformed into several short, guttural groans, before she eventually fell slack in Luke's arms and rolled from his body.

"Water?" Luke held the glass to Leanne, who took it with a shaking hand. She gulped several deep draughts.

"Thank you," she panted, still short of breath. She passed the glass back to Luke who placed it down on a coffee table. Leanne looked at James, "Now come here." She crooked a finger at the man. "Suck his cock again. Clean it all up good and I might suck you until you come."

"Might?" James questioned. "Only might?"

"There are no guarantees, James," Leanne admonished. "I might just as easily ask you to fuck me," her eyes gleamed slyly. "It depends on how naughty you boys make me feel." Besides," she added, "you only had an hour remember? After that you're out."

James couldn't decide whether the woman was playing him or not, but one thing was certain, if he didn't do as she asked he had no chance at all – and time was running out.

So once again James found himself confronted with the spectacle of Luke's come-smeared dick. "Suck it, bitch," Luke commanded, and James finally capitulated – Leanne had won.

"Oh my... It's so filthy seeing this. I never imagined..." Leanne experienced a stab of pity for James. He had been an attentive lover during the physical moments they'd shared. And he had fulfilled his side of tonight's bargain.

James paused and looked down when he felt a touch between his legs. He saw Leanne manoeuvring into a position where she could both observe James sucking and licking, and suck at James in turn. He opened his legs to allow the woman easier access, and then groaned when her mouth closed over him.

Luke watched intently as his lover slurped and slobbered over his rival's meat. The sight of Leanne's lip's stretched around James's girth was paradoxically arousing and gut-wrenchingly invidious. He bucked his hips forward and fucked James's mouth to compensate, the flames of his jealousy fanned bright by the sounds of pleasure that gurgled deep in Leanne's throat. Her moans of appreciation were muffled by the obstruction of James's size as Leanne swallowed more and more of the man's length, and Luke noticed her hand busy between her open thighs.

"You're turning into a filthy slut," Luke growled. "Look at you, sucking his dick and fingering your hole. I never thought you'd be so brazen."

Leanne allowed James's cock to slip from her mouth. She looked at her jealous lover and grinned. "Thank you," she enthused. "I've never been so horny. I've never been so turned on by anything. If I hadn't met you..." 

"I want you again," Luke demanded, exercising his perceived territorial rights. 'Your're mine,' he was saying. 'You're mine and I want to assert my rights.'

"How?" Leanne said in an enthusiastic tone. How do you want me?"

"All fours," was Luke's urgent reply. "Suck him while I get behind you."

After some shuffling and repositioning, Luke looked down at the peach of Leanne's backside as he held her hips and eased his erection between the woman's puffy labia. He began to fuck into her vigorously. This had to end soon. His surprise was imminent. 

Once again Leanne grunted and groaned around the mouthful of man-meat as she slobbered at the cock noisily.

"Oh yes, baby," James urged. "That's so good. You sound so bad. Suck me... Yes, suck me."

Leanne's groans grew louder, interspersed with squeals and sighs as yet another climax bubbled.

Those noises in turn fired James's orgasm. He was close to coming; the situation had at first appalled and then thrilled him. Tasting another man had been an epiphany; his only regret was that he hadn't been inside Leanne fully. He was desperate to have her vaginally, but realised through the heat and fire of his looming climax that at least she had shown him some attention. Then he lost all sense of where he was as the gouts of semen spurted from him.

"Lenny," he grunted once, using his pet name for Leanne.

As the first hot rush gushed into her mouth the dam broke for Leanne. As her own climax boiled she groaned and shrieked, allowing James's spitting cock to slide from her lips. Splashes of James's seed spattered, thick and wet against her face and neck. Leanne remained oblivious, mindless to the ruin of her finely applied make-up and the spunk snailing through her hair.

Luke witnessed the sudden carnage and felt his own semen boiling over like a pan of milk on a stove. He held himself in check long enough to pull out of Leanne, shuffle along the bed on his knees, and aim the eye of his penis at James's face. He then let fly.

James felt the goo hit his cheek; he realised what it was in an instant. "On your face, take me on your face," he heard Luke say, the voice distant and far away as though from a tunnel. He let Luke's semen spatter onto his skin as his own come erupted, sending hot gouts of goo arcing upwards, only to spatter down onto his belly.

"Oh my god," whispered Leanne a few moments later. She surveyed the scene. James with come sliding down his face and pooled in thick lakes on his belly, her own face spattered and debauched, and with the bed a ruin.

"Time's up." Leanne turned at the sound of Luke's voice. "That's the hour," he emphasised.

"I need to shower, man." James protested.

Just then there came a knock at the door.

"No," Luke rejected, "get dressed and leave." The timing was incredible. He couldn't have planned it better.

Leanne was confused. What was going on? 'Who was at the bloody door?' She thought. "What?" she began but didn't complete the sentence.

"Wipe your face," Luke threw a spare towel at James, "and then get dressed and get out."

James was far from pleased, but he had no desire to cause a scene. Besides he didn't know who was knocking on the door either. It could be anyone. It was time for him to leave.

"I'll be right there," Luke called to the mystery guest. James was dressing hurriedly.

A few moments later Luke opened the door and allowed a young, dark-haired woman into the room. She was exceptionally beautiful with slanting, well-defined cheeks and dark Slavic eyes. Those eyes took on a quizzical aspect as the woman took in the scene – the rumpled bed, the obviously well used woman, and the two men – one naked and one half-dressed.

"Who? Asked Leanne, completely bemused.

"Alexandra." Luke supplied the name. "She's the second act. Bye, James," Luke grinned and indicated the exit. "Have a good evening. We will."



Leanne Revealed



It was 10:00 on a Wednesday. LeAnne was having a pleasant morning sitting at her desk in her office chatting with a salesman from one of her company's premier vendors. 

She had an uncharacteristically light workload today and decided to make coffee and take a short break.

Michael was, like most sales reps, an extremely good looking man. He was in his mid-thirties, well-built and impeccably dressed, with jet-black hair. He embodied the stereotypical image of the high volume sales pro. Above and beyond his Hollywood good looks, he was what LeAnne considered a genuinely nice guy. He was the one rep who didn't start eyeballing her breasts or legs the instant he entered her office, and he was unfailingly polite and pleasant in conversation. 

Michael seemed always to be genuinely concerned about the real person he was talking with when he looked in her eyes and spoke with her. LeAnne had liked him from the time she had begun work at Concord Conglomerated, and over the past year they had become good friends.

Today as Michael sat opposite her on the black leather couch, she realized he was one of the only people in her life she could discuss trivial everyday things with in a relaxed manner. Indeed, over the past months her life had become increasingly complex and even bizarre, and to sit and have pleasant conversation with a good looking male friend brought a rare and precious kind of normality into her world.

They both liked their coffee the same way, Colombian, fine ground and fairly strong with just the right amount of cream and sugar. She fixed his cup and handed it gracefully to him as she sat down at the opposite end of the soft leather couch. As usual, that first sip on a break from the action was always the most magical. 

As they fell into easy conversation, LeAnne realized that although their relationship was anything but sexual, she was more attracted to Michael than anyone else in her life. She could tell that Michael almost certainly felt the same way, but was too decent to try to play it out by hitting on a married woman. 

As these thoughts filled the back of her mind, the value she placed on this friendship blossomed exponentially. She found herself basking in the glow of it, wanting somehow to grasp and embrace the purity of the time and place. The simplicity of these moments she was spending just now contrasted so very starkly against the confusing web her life had become in the past few months, and it was easy to lose track of time talking about nothing with Michael. 

The little oasis in time was brought to an abrupt close as the door to Brock Magnusson's office swung open and Brock's booming voice interrupted the stillness.

"Mike, hey how are ya!" Brock strode intrusively into the room, open hand extended. LeAnne and Michael immediately rose from the couch, Michael smiling easily and returning an outstretched hand to meet Brock's for the obligatory professional handshake, LeAnne nervously smoothing the front of her skirt, eyes lowered. 

Magnusson didn't even acknowledge her presence.

"Sorry to keep you waiting buddy, damn conference call," Brock continued, "Come on in, I've got some orders that are going to make it a very, very good month for you my friend!"

The two men headed in to Brock's office and LeAnne headed back to her desk.

Michael turned briefly, "Thanks for the coffee LeAnne; it was really nice talking with you, as always!" 

LeAnne looked up and smiled sweetly, immediately seeing Brock's face over Michaels shoulder. She didn't know what to make of Brock's strange smile, or the look behind his eyes, but she knew that didn't matter. Whatever was going on behind those eyes was almost never good. 

The smile faded quickly from her face as she seated herself at her desk.

    ----0----

As Michael seated himself in a comfortable couch opposite, Brock closed the office door behind them and sat on the edge of his expansive mahogany war station. 

"So, taking a little coffee break with LeAnne huh?" Brock had his sardonic grin on, his double meaning obvious. 

Michael smiled affably and acknowledged, "Sure, I was lucky to catch her at break time. Actually, luck had nothing to do with it, I try to get here at 10 sharp just so I can have coffee with her. We've been friends for a while and it's become a little friendly ritual of ours over the past year or so."

The grin didn't alter as Brock gazed at Michael with a measured intensity and lowered his voice a little, "Look me in the eyes and tell me something buddy," 

Michael shrugged, blinked once and looked slightly sideways into Brocks steely glare as the big man continued, 

"Ever think about fucking her?"

Michael broke off his gaze and gave a little half-laugh, "Sure of course, not that I'd ever do anything about it, I mean she's married for God's sake!"

Brock retorted, "But if the opportunity presented itself, you'd definitely go for it, wouldn't you?"

Michael hesitated slightly, sex being something he wasn't really in the habit of discussing with other men. 

Brock was his biggest account and the two had spent time golfing together but hadn't got that close. He knew Brock's reputation as a major player, maybe this was that opportunity to get in a little tighter and seal that exclusive contract.

Michael found himself suddenly in the spirit of the conversation. He echoed Brock's low volume, pulling in a little closer, his eyes narrowing.



"Oh God yeah, I mean just look at her; she's so delicate, with such a pretty face, and she's got those perfect tits. I'm not a real fan of great big boobs like a lot of guys, so a 'B' or 'C' cup like LeAnne really fits the bill. I mean damn, they're so sweet and perky! Okay, I admit it; I've fantasized quite a bit about spraying my load all over her titties."

Brock drove the momentum as he spoke, "She does have a great rack and a sweet little body, but what really gets me hard about LeAnne is that attitude. She's got that kind of catholic sorority girl thing going on, prim and proper little married girl and all that. When a woman is that uptight and in denial of her animal sexuality, she's unconsciously begging to get taken and stuffed full of cock."

Michael was a little taken aback, "You really think so Brock?"

Brock's smile deepened, this was becoming an interesting day. "Michael my friend, you know my reputation right?" Mike nodded with a smirking little frown of recognition, "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I have been in the game for a long time, and I have a nose for women. I'm telling you right now the bitch scent is all over LeAnne. Some days, she practically reeks of horny cunt."

Michael's sense of decency was now fully assaulted, but he was already drawn in by the primal nature of the discussion. He thought to himself about sales tactic of learning a client's interests and running with them, and he knew that Magnusson was after pussy like a big game hunter. 

It bothered him a little, talking about sweet little LeAnne this way, but it was giving him a throbbing boner.

Suddenly, Magnusson seemed to break the magic.

"Time to get down to business Mike," He interjected abruptly as he turned and walked behind his desk, falling back into his overstuffed commander's chair.

Michael's disappointment was overtaken by the sudden slight worry over the visible tent he'd pitched in his pants.

Brock picked up his phone and barked "LeAnne, lock the door, flip the sign, roll the phones and get in here, I'm calling a meeting." then dropped it back in its cradle. 

Michael was puzzled, but things began happening quickly.

In less than a minute the door handle turned and LeAnne entered, a sweet, nervous little smile on her earnest face, "Yes sir?"

"Close the door behind you honey." LeAnne obeyed then stood in front of the door, smoothing the front of her skirt self-consciously. Michael noticed her knees rubbing together slightly. 

Michael had often noted how LeAnne acted like a nervous little poodle in Brock's presence and was instantly filled with a sense of sympathy, even pity for her. 

Brock spoke casually, "Michael and I were just talking about you LeAnne."

He gave his words a moment to hang, prompting a response.

LeAnne stood awkwardly, barely looking up over her dark rimmed glasses, wringing her hands as she spoke, "Oh, that's nice...I hope it was something good." She finished her sentence with a pleading little half question mark.

Magnusson didn't miss a beat, "Oh yes, something very good indeed." 

LeAnne ventured a hopeful little smile. 

"Michael here has just told me how much he adores your sweet little titties!" 

Brock's sardonic smile widened as he noted the sudden awkward discomfort his words had painted across both of their faces, especially LeAnne's, which had gone bright crimson. 

He then spoke as if he were ordering LeAnne to fetch a file from her drawer:

"Unbutton your blouse immediately please."

Michael's immediate shock and revulsion at Brock's behavior had a paralyzing effect on him. He felt as though he should speak up, come to his sweet little friend's defense, stop this whole thing immediately, but something stopped him. Michael's feelings would run the gamut from shock to pity to naked lust over the next few seconds.

Leanne barely hesitated a microsecond, just long enough to look sadly over the top of her glasses at Michael's face with her large, doll-like brown eyes. His eyes were just like any other man's now, focused well below her chin.

She let her eyes drop towards the floor again and obeyed. Her slender, trembling fingers began slowly unbuttoning her crisp white blouse from the bottom up. The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of her fingertips moving over the starched white cotton, and Michael's heavy breathing, and her own heartbeat.

With Michael here watching, it felt exactly like the first time Brock had made her undress in front of men. 

When she finished the last button her hands fell to her sides.

Any of the feelings Michael had before, that he should say something, protest, help her, were now vanished from his mind as he stared at her exposed white skin and the lacy pink of her bra. 

He simply remained in shocked silence as his heart pounded and his cock strained at the front of his pants.

Brock rose from his desk and walked around behind her, laying his beefy hands on her shoulders.

"Good girl Leanne." He turned to Michael. "You see, in the world outside this office, you would never even be able to get a casual dinner date with a woman like Leanne. She's married, has a reputation as a good catholic wife to uphold, and she couldn't be seen at a restaurant with a handsome man other than her husband, isn't that right Leanne?"

Leanne showed no emotion, just nodded her head and said "Yes sir, that's right."

"The fact is," Brock went on, "Even if you could get a date with her, it would be the obligatory two or three dates later when you might get to kiss her and maybe, just maybe get to second base with Leanne and get a hand under her shirt, onto these luscious little C cups. That's just the kind of girl she is, in that world out there."

Michael simply sat, hypnotized by Brock's methodical monologue, his painfully erect penis straining against his pants. 

"But here in the world of my office, things are different."

Brock's large fingertips curled suddenly at the openings of Leanne's blouse and began slowly pulling it open, his nails raking back across the lily white skin over her collar bones and hooking into her bra straps at the tops of her shoulders. 

Brock's hands moved with an alarming deftness and yanked the gathered blouse and the pink bra straps savagely down Leanne's pale slender arms.

Michael jumped in his seat as her perfect breasts bounced gingerly in to view. Leanne began shaking visibly, and Michael's sympathy for her would have increased, except that the shaking movement transferred itself magically to the spring-like, marshmallow density of her soft, milky white boobs. He was completely mesmerized by the motion, as it caused her pink nipples to bob and quiver ever so slightly there before him, just a few feet away. 

The cool air of the room caused those sweet nipples to crinkle and stiffen right there before his dazed eyes. They jutted straight out towards him as they danced delicately on her quaking body.

Brock's voice broke the atmosphere only slightly, "You see Michael, here in my world, you can get to first, second, third base, even home plate if you want to, without buying dinner, or sitting through a romantic comedy. You see Michael, Leanne here will do everything I tell her to unquestioningly, won't you my dear little sweet meat?"

Leanne's expression didn't change. "That's correct Master, anything and everything."

Brock wrapped his huge fingers around a perfect breast and gave it a violent shake, released it and gave it a sharp upward slap. Michael noticed Leanne's height dip as her knees gave out slightly. 

"Michael my friend, you just hit a double. Come over here and take second base."

Michael hesitated slightly but rose and came forward. Brock told him, "Only you know how much you've wanted to get your hands on these, go ahead, fondle, suck, grab, pinch, bite them, slap them if you want to," Brock winked, "she likes that. Have a blast buddy!"

Leanne's eyes closed and her nostrils flared as her body tensed slightly, trying to prepare for whatever was coming.

What came was Michael's hand gently caressing her soft tit-flesh, his well-manicured fingertips gently circling and tweaking her pert nipples, his fingers gently tracing their way across the soft tender skin, teasing, feeling, adoring. Leanne sighed in relief.

"Pretty nice, huh?" Brock smirked, "You see Michael, Leanne really is the same sweet, married office girl you've always known, but I figured out a side of her that even she didn't know existed until recently, and I've made it work for us all."

Michael gazed up from the perfect breasts and looked inquisitively.

Brock beamed, "All of us including Leanne."

Brock was on a monologue roll, but Michael didn't care, absorbed as he was in the marshmallow soft, firm perfection of Leanne's breasts. They were even better than he had imagined. He leant down to flick the pert buds of her nipples with the tip of his tongue, kiss and suck them sweetly.

"You see Michael, I took a great interest in psychology and human behavior at business school. In fact I minored in psych and I kept studying it after college. 

I already had an interest in perfecting my skills as a pickup artist, so I was especially interested in all the little games people unconsciously play out in day to day life in regards to their sexuality."

"It didn't take much for me to figure out from her body language and little bits and pieces of her unconscious speech that dear little Leanne had found herself stuck in a sexless marriage. 

As I observed, than carefully poked and prodded, it eventually came out that her unemployed, depressed husband hasn't given her a good rodgering for years, isn't that true baby?"

"Yes Master, that's true."

As Michael continued his ministrations to Leanne's breasts, she had stopped shaking and began to breathe more deeply, sighing lightly. 

"And that isn't the only thing. Even before I figured out that she was un-sexed, I had come to the conclusion that Leanne was submissive and masochistic. In fact her body language and unconscious mannerisms were practically begging for the right person to notice it. She's so fortunate that I ended up taking over this office, aren't you my pet?"

Michael noticed that Leanne's thighs were unconsciously rubbing against one another, "Yes master, I'm a fortunate slave." 

Brock seemed as though he was bringing his monologue to a close, "So Michael, all this to say, go ahead and try to keep that sweet, wholesome image of Leanne in your mind, but there is a very real side to her that needs to be dealt with. She is my fuck toy. Even though she never has consciously given full consent and is always a bit reluctant, she gets all her sexual needs met here at work." 

"Simple humiliation and debasement are all the foreplay she needs. In fact, I'll warrant she's spectacularly well lubricated and ready to go right now." 

Brock paused for a moment then shouted like a Sergeant Major; "Leanne, attention! Assume the position!"

Leanne shiny black heels clicked nervously across the floor to the front of Brock's desk and she bent forward, placing her hands on the top of the desk.

Brock followed her over and reached down, pulling her skirt up roughly over her sweet little ass and bunching it up at her waist.

Michael gazed down at the twin milky lobes of Leanne's slender little butt, delicately curved above the expanse of her creamy thighs, made so much paler by the contrasting black tops of her silk stockings and the jet black satin garter straps. 

Holding hard to her bunched up skirt, Brock brought his free hand up swiftly and mercilessly against the unguarded flesh on the underside of her left buttock with a resounding slap. Leanne let out a yelp and danced slightly left to right. Brock followed quickly with three more violent spanks, alternating left and right side.

Brock then turned to Michael, "I will bet you dinner I can shove two fingers into her hole and bring them back out completely wet and gooey, what do you say?"

Michael shrugged a little, slightly puzzled.

Brock laughed, "The fingers go in no matter what, and if I dry-hole her, dinner is on me!"

Brock held up his free hand. He was a big man, a college quarterback from what Michael knew. Michael reckoned that Magnusson could probably wrap his entire ham hand around a football with ease. He winced a bit at the thought of two fingers that size tearing into Leanne's tender, unguarded little flower.

Brock then hooked his fingers into Leanne's flimsy thong and tore it from her like it was made of paper. 

Brock winked at Michael and held up his index and middle finger, the combination of which Mike estimated to be even bigger than his own erect cock. 

Brock slapped both his huge hands down on LeAnnne's now slightly reddened butt cheeks, completely obscuring them from view, and pulled them apart violently, exposing her stretched pink anus and tiny vaginal opening. The petals of her little pink flower already appeared swollen and moist. Leanne began whimpering almost imperceptibly. Brock parked the blunt tips of his huge digits against the opening and unceremoniously drove them in up to the last knuckles with a loud, wet, SLAP! 

Leanne's whimper had turned to a howl, and risen simultaneously with the insertion, to end abruptly in a pig-like grunt, perfectly timed with the percussive slap of Brock's ham fist against her wet pudendum.

Brock smiled as drew the two fingers back out, shiny and wet, well coated with a copious amount of clear, viscous slime. Her pussy was dripping with it now. 

Brock inserted a third finger and slammed his fist home again, eliciting another shocked animal grunt from Leanne. He brought his hand slowly back out of her and encircled her pudenda and anus with his fingertips, coating her entire crotch with her own slippery goo. He then delivered a few hard, wet spanks to her Venus mound, coaxing a crescendo of desperate cries from deep in Leanne's throat and causing her to rise on shaking legs to the pointy toe tips of her shiny black pumps. 

Brock worked the three fingertips back in to Leanne's tight vaginal hole and began circling his big stubby thumb around her rectal opening. He cocked his elbow out and jammed his hand home again, filling her ass and pussy, then began a rapid fire assault, hand fucking both her holes violently while she grunted and moaned aloud like a bitch dog. 




Leanne Revealed



Michael noticed a stream of drool running from Leanne's chin, beginning to pool on the polished wood desk. He was stunned and amazed at the thought that this was the demure, sweet lady he had been sipping coffee and chatting with such a short time ago. 

"Damn Mike, looks like dinner is on me tonight. I'd bring Leanne along but you know the rules, she has to go home to her limp-dick husband. "

"Well Leanne, my sweet little fuck-doll, there are two men with hard cocks here, what do you do about that?"

Leanne rose, turned and clicked a few steps over to position herself between the two men. She glanced briefly, shyly up at Michael. Brock's hand shot up and slapped her tit cruelly, "On your knees bitch."

Leanne obeyed and lowered her knees gingerly to the cold marble floor. "C'mon, you're wasting my time here, get those cocks out and do your job you little slut!"

Leanne got to work unzipping and un-buckling Michael. He felt so strange, slightly self-conscious and guilty, but at the same time realizing there was no going back. What a strange world he had entered in the past half hour.

Brock, impatient, had dropped his slacks and boxers to the floor and was already slapping his cock against the top of Leanne's head by the time she had pulled Michaels pants down and taken his throbbing member in her hand. She was busy thanking her stars that Michael at least had a normal sized penis while Brock was busy slapping her about the head and neck with his club sized member. 

She began licking Michael's swollen glans, running her tongue tip around the inflamed red rim and tickling the delicate frenulum. From the way he shivered, she knew this wouldn't take long.

Brock spoke down to her, "Now Leanne, Michael told me a little while ago he wanted to cum on your tits, but I think he was just trying to be a nice guy. If he wants to cum in your mouth or wherever, you let him know that's okay, right?"

Leanne pulled her lips from Michaels cock head and looked up at him with puppy eyes, her chin wrinkled a little in disgust. "Michael, master says you can cum anywhere you want. Mr. Magnusson likes to shove his cock all the way into my throat when he shoots his load." Her eyes dropped, "He does that all the time."

"Okay Leanne, enough talk, suck cock!" 

With that Brock grabbed a knot of hair at the top of Leanne's head with one huge hand and grasped her jaw with the other, shoved his huge cock into her wide open mouth and began to bobble her head back and forth like a dash-board doll.

Michael wanked himself, entranced by the sight, so hard to believe Leanne would let anyone treat her this way. He was sympathetic to her, but it was now hard not to see her as a slut, a whore, a fuck doll. 

Brock was mouth-fucking Leanne in earnest now, shoving his mutated phallus in until she would gag on the head at the entrance of her throat. Her head jerked spastically as large amounts of saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, even from her nose. Tears were overflowing her eyes and her mascara ran down her cheeks. 

Michael couldn't resist rubbing his cockhead against her wet cheek.

Brock began to monologue as he brutally fucked Leanne's face, "You know Mike, funny thing is, some girls are just natural born cocksuckers. They love it, gives them a feeling of power over a man to make him cum, bring him to his knees with their sweet little lips, but not Leanne here. You hate sucking cock, don't you baby?" 

He pulled her head back and her lips pulled away from the giant cockhead with resounding 'pop'.

"Yes master, I hate it. I don't like having penis in my mouth, and I find semen utterly disgusting. The smell of sperm makes me want to vomit."

Brock jerked her head toward Michael and said, "Good girl, now shut up and suck my friends cock, bitch."

Brock mused, "Ah the beauty of the submissive, masochistic bitch! Even though she finds sucking cock disgusting, the experience is so degrading it shifts her little snatch into overdrive. Sometimes I allow her to play with herself while she's giving head and believe me, she comes every time."

Brock looked down at Leanne, who was reaching for her clit even as he spoke. "I wasn't going to let you today, but since I forced you to reveal yourself to your coffee break buddy, go ahead sweetheart, you've been a good girl."

Magnusson stroked his big poker and watched for a good long time while Leanne sucked Michael off and wanked herself, then spoke up. "Okay little slut, get up on the chair, my dick is starting to get soft and your tight little holes need filling."

Leanne got on her hands and knees on a side chair, facing Michael. Brock moved up behind her and slapped the swollen knob of his huge cock against the opening of her vagina. As sloppy wet as she was, there was still that familiar strain as he began to squeeze his way in. 

It was simple mechanics; Leanne was just not made for a penis this size. Fact was, the only girls Brock didn't get size complaints from were big-boned, big-assed whores. Brock didn't give a shit about complaints; they just made his dick harder. 

He preferred petite women; their tight little pooties, and their tears.

First the blunt tip wedged its way in, until the flared glans met resistance as it stretched and strained the opening. This was usually where grunts and groans of protest came from deep in Leanne's throat, and today was no exception. 

Brock was just glad there was somebody else here to witness her humiliation. 

Michael was standing in front of her, holding Leanne by her hair and fucking her mouth. Leanne found that she could take a normal sized cock all the way down to the base without gagging much, and was just holding her mouth open in a wide 'O', keeping her tongue moving underneath as Michael picked up his pace. 

She thought about how it would be pleasant to fuck Michael. Brock and most of the men that he let use her all had such extremely big dicks. She got off on the "filled to the brim" feeling, and she got off on the pain and humiliation, but the aftermath was always miserable. She would be sore for days. 

She did find herself longing for a normal, loving relationship and normal sex with one normal sized penis. 

Just as that thought crossed her mind, Brock forced his enormous cockhead past her opening. Leanne saw stars for a second, and then the great expanding pole slid home, stretching her vaginal walls to the breaking point. She almost passed out as she came.

   ----0----

It would have been an unbelievable sight for Leanne's husband if he had decided to pop by the office that day. If he were able to somehow silently slip in and follow the wet, slapping sounds; the loud, desperate female groaning and masculine grunts, to somehow open the large door to Brocks office and be a fly on the wall.

His beautiful petite wife Leanne perched on her hands and knees on a chair, her skirt shoved up around her waist, blouse torn open, bra shoved roughly down, breasts bouncing free.

She is held suspended like a roasting pig between two men who are shoving cock into her from both ends, the one holding her by the hair fucking her mouth, the other standing behind, impaling her with a ridiculously huge penis, her outer vaginal lips stretched and shaped into a tightly gripping O-ring around the massive veined shaft, the slamming force of his pelvis rippling her buttocks in shock waves as it slaps against her mercilessly, again and again.

The man fucking her mouth stiffens, mouth open, eyes shut tightly as he grabs her by her delicate head, both hands full of her soft brown hair and shoves his cock down her throat, pushing his pubic hair right into her nose, rising on his tip toes, his buttocks tightening and jerking in spasms. 

As the handsome man jerks and cries out, Leanne's jaw and throat, indeed, her whole torso spasm uncontrollably. Large amounts of semen stream from the corners of her mouth and from her nose and run in contiguous, ropy streams to pool on the shiny marble floor. He shivers a few times, shakes his head rapidly then pulls his softening cock from Leanne's pretty lips, backs away and falls into a chair. 

The big, brutal man is now fucking her with vengeful, violent force. He reaches forward with one hand and gathers her hair in a pony-tail, gripping it hard and pulling her head back, riding her like a yearling mare. With the other hand he slaps her flanks hatefully, as if to drive her running forward wild eyed into a fearful landscape. 

Her face is a mask of mixed pain and pleasure; eyes strained wide open, lips back, teeth bared in a grimace. She answers the spanking by lunging backward to meet his thrusts, and the lush, wet, slapping noises rise to the crescendo of a busy butcher shop, a symphony of slippery wet meat colliding violently.

It is unbelievable that such a sweet girl could take this level of abuse, but Leanne's head is raised, her wide eyes staring forward at nothing as she grunts and screams like an animal in rut. 

The big man barks orders and brings his hand swiftly down on her furiously red buttocks. Leanne spins around, a dazed look on her face, semen still running from her mouth and nose, down her chin. She looks up at the big man and turns around on the chair seat to face him.

    ----0----

Brock looked down at Leanne, sneering down with his evil grin. "Leanne baby, tell Michael how I like to have my balls licked. 

Leanne coughed up some sperm that had been sticking in her throat. It came out of her mouth but clung to her lower lip and hung dangling in a long thick rope.

She turned to look at Michael. "Brock likes to have his balls licked while he jerks off on me. 

While he does that, he likes me to recall watching my dog lick his own balls when I was a teenager, and he wants me to clean his nutsack with the enthusiasm of a big dog trying to scratch his itchy scrotum with his tongue."

Brock's face lit up like a proud little league coach. "Very good my little fuck doll, now get busy and do that which you have just recited so perfectly!"

A look of supreme disgust came over Leanne's face as she began to lick and suck Brock's cleanly shaven scrotum, with the same if not more enthusiasm shown by the family Doberman, as she had hidden and watched, playing with her sweet little nascent clitoris in the semi-darkness all those years ago.

Brock spoke casually as Leanne became absorbed in her task, "You see Michael, throughout her training, I have managed to learn all manner of things about Leanne and her sordid, suppressed sexual history. I simply bind her and start with a little light spanking and voila!, she is so desperately horny I can tease any information out of her by simply withholding my hand. I make her beg me to spank her harder or shove another inch of my cock into her. Once you get her going, she's incredibly pliable." 

Brock pulled his thick foreskin back and forth over his pink swollen knob as LeAnne methodically licked his nuts, sucking the egg sized testicles into her sweet mouth.

"I have learned about her earliest masturbation experiences, humiliating dating experiences, her predilection for those occasional spankings from daddy, and of course, watching the family dog's lipstick come out of its tube while he licked his balls. That's a particularly potent memory, isn't it my little bitch?"

Leanne simply nodded with a mouthful of testicle and answered only with affirmative grunting, and loud breaths from her nostrils.

"And there's so much more Michael, you would just not believe it. It's been great therapy for her I think." 

Michael noticed disturbingly that Leanne's right hand was busily moving over her clitoris at amazing machine-like speed.

Michael, watching from the chair, had become hard again and sat watching as he wanked himself. 

Brock looked over at him, "Don't just sit there and beat your meat Mikey! Go ahead and ass-fuck her, you know you want to!"

Michael stumbled to his feet and shuffled over to where Leanne knelt, placing his once again swollen knob against her cute little puckered anus. Her eyes, which had been focused on the task at hand, suddenly turned upward to meet his. 

He looked to find the light that had been there as they had sipped coffee earlier, but it was gone completely, replaced by a feral, animal quality.

Michael paused for a moment. Her anus was already slick with her own slime, relaxed slightly from the thumb abuse Brock had delivered to it. 

Michael grabbed her hips and thrust quickly past the resistance of her 'O' ring and plunged all the way to the hilt. It only took a few thrusts into the tight breech to coax another load out of him as he grunted, strained and delivered all his remaining silvery syrup into her rectum. 

Brock immediately began his own desperate grunting, grabbed a large handful of hair at the back of Leanne's head and tilted it violently back. He spanked and rubbed his cockhead against her lips and chin as he shot his man batter across her face, up her nose, into her mouth and all over her hair. 

She willingly, even lovingly, opened her lips and gently sucked in the giant, softening cockhead, sucking and pulling at it with her mouth as Brock dumped the remains of his load behind her teeth.

Leanne knelt between the two men, gagging a bit on the cum in her mouth and masturbating with desperate frenzy, alternating her rapid side to side fingering with pinching, grasping pulls on the slippery folds surrounding her clitoral sheath, jerking her clitoris off like a little penis. 

Her mouth fell open suddenly, and a long stream of cum and saliva ran down her chin as the violent vocalization of her final orgasm tore from her tortured throat.

There were a few moments of stunned silence. The air hung thick with it. The men pulled their pants up and flopped back into the thick leather chairs. 

LeAnne remained motionless on her knees, head hanging, facing away from the men. Pools of cum puddled on the shiny marble floor beneath her spent body as slimy fluids drained from her holes.

Brock began laughing and joking, mostly with himself, as feelings of remorse began flooding into Michael's heart.

Leanne spoke softly, "May I be released to clean up and go back to my desk sir?"

Brock just waved her out with the back of his hand, shaking his head and chuckling, barely acknowledging her presence.

Leanne slowly rose and exited Brocks office. She said nothing to Michael, and didn't turn to look at him as he sadly watched her go.

Michael concluded business with Brock sometime later and exited the office. Leanne didn't even look up from her desk as he went.

   -Fin-



Leanne Submits To Being Dirty



Pauline was a country girl and the big city was dragging her down by the day. Every night this week Pauline has got home after 1 am and work called at 6 am. She was wasting money on drinking and her work performance was suffering because of it also she had been caught speeding twice in three months. If she was at home she would have been spanked for the late night’s and the heavy drinking not to mention the speeding fines.

Her days had ran into a blur of work, study at collage and then drinking after class it was not like her at all she knew that the only way to fix the problem was a spanking, but the farm life was far behind her. This is the big city and the way that things are done here are a lot different to back home in the country she would have received a spanking by her mother or father, because it usually is the way to bring her back to earth. She had learned to respect the punishment and had give up arguing the reason that she was getting one at home long ago.

Pauline also enjoyed the warm feeling, that it gave her after she had been spanked. It made her feel horny and it always made her masturbate, as she lay in bed that night. On some occasions Pauline miss behaved just to receive a spanking because of the feeling that it gave her. It was the only form of foreplay that she knew. Pauline was only 19 and a pretty brunet about 5”2.

She had never been with a man and was waiting for the night when one of the young guy’s at the pub she drank took her virginity. It happened to be the reason she was running a muck in the big city. She was determined to find a man that was willing to give her the pleasure that she so much wanted to feel. All of the girls at her office talked about the night that they had first experienced this and Pauline did not feel a part of the group.

Her boss Mr. Ray kept a silent eye on her not knowing what was troubling this girl so much. She had grown restless in the 8 months she had been with the Company and it was starting to show in her attitude and work performance. Mr. Ray decided that he was going to talk to her in private after work, just before lunch he asked Pauline if she would mind staying back to see him after work. Pauline was shocked at this and it then occurred to her she had a lot of explaining to do as to why things were going so badly for her.

Mr. Ray gave her some paper work to finish in the late after noon and asked her to finish it and then to report to his office. It was after 6pm when the work was finally finished. Pauline gathered the papers up and proceeded to Mr. Ray’s office. His door was closed and she knocked on it lightly she heard Mr. Ray call her in he had a phone in his ear and Pauline stood waiting for him to finish talking. After ten minutes he hung up the phone and took the paper work from her. Silently looking over her work.

She was sure that there was more to this and the moment came as he looked up from the work and said that it was an improvement on her effort from the day before. Mr. Ray then said that he had noticed the changes in her performance over the months. Pauline was biting her lip and almost in tears her boss then said that it was time start to take a better hold on herself. Pauline then burst into tears. She continued to sob as she received the chastisement for the poor work. 

Mr. Ray was not fazed by the tears and made no attempt to comfort Pauline. She wanted to tell her boss all her problems and hope that he could take them away from her. He then asked if she was having any problem adjusting to city life. This bought on a bigger rush of tears. He then told her to come and sit on the chair that was placed on the side of his desk. Pauline proceeded to the chair still sobbing and wiping her eyes with a tissue she then said that it was the problem, she was out of control without the discipline she had grown up with. 

Mr. Ray was a country boy himself and it occurred that she was right in what she said to him. He did not want to lose this girl that had such promise in the office so he decided to take the rest of her worries away from her and give her the help she so badly needed. He then told her to firstly stand in the corner behind the chair she was sitting. Pauline complied to the request as told. 

Mr. Ray told Pauline that he understood the problem’s she was having adjusting as he was a country boy himself. Pauline then understood that she could trust him with the rest of her dilemma.

Mr. Ray finished his paper work and then called Pauline to his side once again he told her that she was going to receive spanking that she could only deserve for such bad and slow work. She had only been spanked by her parents before but was sure that it could only be right that her boss take over her discipline problem’s. He then took Pauline by the hand and gently guided her over his knee making sure he was comfortable to proceed. He then asked Pauline if she was sure if this would help bring her down to earth she said yes that it always worked in the past. 

Mr. Ray then started to give her light smacks on her bottom that was covered by her skirt. Slowly he started to hit her bottom harder and harder trying to spread the smacks around her bottom. Pauline started to squirm on his lap but also pushing her bottom up to meet the hand. Mr. Ray was striking harder with every smack now and Pauline gave a soft moan as the hand kept striking her. Her arms were not a problem at any time as Mr. Ray had one arm tucked in the side of his waist and the other was held in his hand to stop it from covering her bottom.

Pauline had learnt not to try to struggle to much in the past as the spanking only lasted for longer. After 5 minutes Grant stopped the spanking and started to push the skirt up her thighs. Pauline was feeling humiliated from this as she did not expect to be spanked bare bottom. Her spanking at home was always fully nude but that was her parents and she was a lot more relaxed. 

This was her boss and it was not the same however she was not in a very good position to argue, so Pauline helped the shirt up her waist revealing her pink underwear the underwear was pulled down her legs and off completely. She blushed ever more knowing her boss could see her pussy staring back at him. This only made her wet and even more excited. Mr. Ray then placed his hand on her bottom again as he was talking to her she could feel his fingers resting on the lips of her pussy as he was talking. She was trying to listen to the man talk to her telling her that she is going to be spanked twice a week every Monday afternoon and every Friday afternoon to help keep her mind on her work and also to teach her not to let herself, get to the point that other people suffer because of her attitude.

Pauline tried not to make it to obvious as she pushed her bottom up to feel her bosses fingers harder on her pussy. She needed to feel them fingers deeper in her. Mr. Ray could smell her fragrance in the air and knew what she needed. He then started to spank her on the bare bottom which felt great to Pauline, she had longed for a spanking for 8 months and it was very exciting to be spanked naked bottom over her bosses knee. Mr. Ray then stopped the spanking and told Pauline to un-dress and fold the rest of her cloths over the lounge. 

While Pauline un-dressed her boss went to the outer office and fetched a ruler to finish the spanking. When he returned she made an effort to cover her naked self but her boss then told her to put her hands at her side and walk over to him at his chair. 

Mr. Ray got his first real view of Pauline’s breasts they were pert and had a nice shape without being more than a nice mouthful. She was then told to lay over the chair so that her pussy was on full display to Mr. Ray her odour filled the room and she was starting to feel embarrassed about it. Though she could do nothing to stop it. She also knew that most men liked the a woman’s odour and that helped her to relax.

The first strike came and it made Pauline moan at the pleasure it was giving her, she arched her back even more hoping to feel the long rule across her pussy. The next strike was dead on the spot and she moaned louder as the first the slaps came faster and faster across her pussy. 

Pauline knew that a orgasm was welling up inside of her and the moans were telling the story to her boss loud and clear. Pauline did not care at this point and needed to come bad. The pleasure was at it’s peak and Pauline moaned and came as the strikes rained down on her. Mr. Ray could sense that she had came and slowed the spanking until he stopped. Pauline was the happiest that she had been since moving to the city and wanted to express it to her boss. She got off his lap and went to her knee’s in front of him she unzipped his fly and reached into his pants for his cock. Mr. Ray was almost hard and Pauline put his cock in her mouth and started to slowly give him the head job she wanted to give him for helping her so much.