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Lee

By: magichands



Lee and I were well into the 5th year of what could best be described as a very contented marriage. My former life with Carol was still in the back of my mind, the medicine the Doctor prescribed allowed me to deal with her sudden death.

Lee and I had a nice apartment out on the East side of Portland, her work as a Nurse brought in good income, and my practice as a Massage Therapist was also doing fine.

One evening, there came a knock at the door, and our lives changed in an instant. There stood Carol's parents.

Right after Carol's passing, I had simply picked up and left. I had abandoned my old truck when it broke down on the Southern Oregon coast. It had been towed to storage. The tow company had turned the storage bill over to a collection agency, which sent out a letter to my old address in Nebraska. Carol's parents had taken over the house, and negotiated a settlement with the trucking company that cost Carol her life.

Now they knew where I was, and in short order, found me.

The amount of money was enough to make both Lee and I blink!

We purchased some acreage way out in the country, there was a nice creek in the pasture, and we tore down the old farmhouse and built a large Chalet style A-frame. Lee quit her full-time job, and went to a few on-call shifts, I continued my practice at the house in a special room I had built just for that purpose.

Life was good, but even though I got to see way more than my fair share of the female form in my massage work, I still had those nagging feelings. I liked the exquisite sensation of someone catching a "peek" at my wife, and I had fantasies of wondering how she would be with someone other than me.

I built a deck off the main living room, with a balcony that overlooked it. Lee delighted in sunbathing nude out there, it was nice and private. One day I was sitting out on the balcony, reading the paper, and glancing up from time to time at the view of Lee lying on her back on a deck chair catching some sunshine. She really was quite a sight to behold, her body was slender, long legged, she kept her pubic hairs trimmed in a neat "V" shape. She almost glistened in the sun from the oil she had rubbed herself down with.

I heard a car, and looked around the corner, it was the meter reader. I had only seen him once before, he was a nice looking guy about 35 or so. He climbed out with his clipboard, and started around the side of the house. I started to warn Lee, then something stopped me. I knew he had to walk right by the deck to reach the meterbase, which was attached to a pole on the other side of the house!

Quickly, I slipped just inside the sliding doors that led to my upstairs room.

From this vantage point, I had an almost complete view of the deck where Lee lay on her back, eyes closed, the soft music from her radio muffled his approach.

He stepped around the corner, and there was Lee! He stopped, started to turn, then realizing that she hadn't seen him, he turned back to get a good look!

Lee lay on her back, arms down at her sides, legs slightly apart, he was missing nothing! He stood there for what seemed like minutes, then gathering his courage, he walked around the deck to the meter.

Lee heard him when he tripped the catch on the meter and looked up with a start! She quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself, as he walked back by. He nodded at her and said something, then got in his car and left.

I stepped out on the deck, Lee looked at me with a mischievous smile, and said, "I just got caught!"

I laughed, she looked at my obvious bulge, and got up and came over to me. I quickly stripped down, enjoying the feeling of her slippery flesh sliding all over me.

"That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked as I slipped into her in one smooth motion. "Yes", I said with a shudder.

Afterwards, she lay cuddled in my arms. She asked me why that excited me so much, I told her simply that I didn't know, it just did.

"Well, if you react like that, I could do it some more!" she said with a giggle. The thought created another instant hardon in me, she reached out and lovingly stroked me with her hands. "Wow!, she said, "I guess it does!"

We made love again, taking advantage of the new-found excitement. Once again, we were snuggled up, just touching and enjoying each other.

"Let's order a pizza" she said. "From that place down in Troutdale."

I thought for a second about the 20 year old guy that delivered for that company, and said, "Sure!"

I went back inside to call in the order, Canadian Bacon, cheese, pineapple, all the good stuff. I gave them instructions to deliver it around the side of the house, explaining we would be out on the deck. Lee went out and lay down on her lawn chair, placing her feet on the deck on each side. 

"How's this!" she asked me with a grin. I looked at her, her pussy lips were actually slightly parted, and I could see that she was also excited at the prospect, as they were engorged and swollen.

15 minutes went by, then 20, I got up and went to the upstairs room. Lee looked up at me and smiled, then lay back and closed her eyes.

Soon I heard the sound of the little import car coming up the drive. I waited and waited, then the doorbell rang! "Damn," I thought. "Why can't they take instructions". I opened the upstairs window above our front door, and surprise! Here stood a man about 50, holding a pizza.

I started to tell him I would be right down, then thought, "Why not?" "Take it around to the back" I told him. "I will be right down with the money!"

Then I hurried to the other end of the house, and looked out just as he walked around the corner. He stopped cold, then said, "Excuse me, lady, your husband told me to come on back."

Lee sat up and stretched, and told him to have a seat, that I would be right down. He put the pizza down on the table, and sat in the chair facing her.

"I hope I am not making you uncomfortable" Lee told him. "No Ma'am, not at all" he replied. "You are the nicest thing to ever happen to me on this job".

"Oh, I will bet you get to see lots of naked women in your job", she said.

"No, so far just one in her underwear and one in just a T-shirt" he replied.

Lee lay back on the lawn chair, then put her feet up on the edges. Her knees were about a foot apart, he just sat there in silence and stared. Finally, I came down and paid him. He handed me a receipt, and as he turned to go, he said, "Call back any time. Ask for Henry."

Lee and I sat down to enjoy the Pizza, she grinned at me. "That was fun!" she said. "I had a little orgasm from him looking at me!"

"I have a big one for you in just a minute", I told her, as I bit down on a slice...

Lee



I love butches. In particular, I love a butch who knows she's a butch. A butch that owns her masculinity, is not afraid to spend a little money on a piece of eye candy such as myself...who knows how to treat a lady like a lady. So, when this caramel colored, statuesque accountant at my office, with shoulder length dreadlocks and dimples to die for, asked me out six months ago, how was a girl to resist? I know, I know, never date someone in your office, right? Well, I never was one to listen. 

Her name is Reese. Reese Carpriella. She's not Italian, she's African American, like me. Except, as I said before, she's caramel colored, stands about five feet nine inches tall, weighs 210 pounds, works out at the gym three nights a week and loves a true femme. Now, I'm not your traditional looking femme. I'm five feet, five inches tall and dark chocolate brown. I shave my hair very close to the scalp and wear huge silver hoop earrings. I'm thick, or as they say down south, country fine. I have what the fellas call an "onion" of an ass, curved, round, full, and so perfect my lady says it brings tears to the eyes. Add on full perky breasts, big bright dark brown eyes, full lips and that's me. Oh, my name is Georgia by the way. I wear long skirts and oversized tops so as not to flaunt the goodies in the office. Reese can be quite jealous sometimes. And everyone in the office knows we're dating, including both of our bosses who have mentioned their disapproval. Their stance? They don't want any theatrics at work, so keep our personal shit at home.

As I said previously, we've been dating for about six months. And things are going quite nicely. We've discussed moving in with one another but wanted to avoid the dreaded lesbian U-Haul syndrome. You know, the one where once you find a lady you like the two of you move in together a week later and break up the week after that? So, we're waiting. That doesn't mean we're not fucking. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that good a girl! A girl has her limits. I need to feel loved. I don't care if it means I'm insecure or needy, I just want to feel loved by a beautiful, butch woman. 

*

So, as I said, things were going nicely. Reese still wined and dined me and remembered to buy something nice for my 32nd birthday. She didn't conveniently break up with me around Christmas (come on, you know how trifling some people can be). And she calls me every night and every morning so hers is the last voice I hear before I go to sleep and the first voice I hear in the morning. She is sweet, thoughtful, considerate...

So imagine my surprise when my supervisor up and quit one day and for some strange reason my entire world was turned upside down.

It took them weeks to find a new vice president. They didn't want to hire someone internally because they were looking for a "fresh perspective". I just knew I would be working for another white male, considering the prestige of the position and the pay. I believe the job started in the very comfortable six figures. Nothing in the world would have convinced me that they would hire a woman or a black...or for that matter a black woman.

*

Anyway, let's get back to what happened. Reese picks me up for work every morning (I hate to drive, especially during Philadelphia rush hour traffic) and I was running a little late this morning. Reese had her angry face on when I finally slid into the Escalade and I smiled sweetly, leaning over to kiss her cheek. The face didn't change considering she absolutely hates to wait, so as she made her way into Center City I made it a point to bring a smile to her lips. She loves when I go down on the "package" she straps on every morning. I strummed her clit as I deep throated her until her thighs tensed and I knew she was coming. When I sat up, she was her old self again. I smiled when she kissed me hungrily at a red light.

We had about five minutes to get up to the office and the elevator was jammed packed. As more and more bodies pressed in, Reese and I were separated. I continued to step back until I felt someone's hands around my waist, catching me just as I stumbled, steadying me. After I regained my balance, the hands remained around my waist. I looked over to see Reese staring from across the throng of bodies. She could see the hands on my waist and she was growing more pissed by the second. I tried to step away from those hands holding my waist, tried to ignore the energy radiating through my body from that one simple touch, but the hands held me securely, preventing me from stepping away. When I felt the owner of those hands lean over and inhale my perfume, I knew Reese was about to lose it. So, when people began to exit the elevator, I moved away from those hands. But the person was still behind me. I glanced at Reese. She was staring heatedly at that person. I moved over to her as soon as I possibly could and took hold of her hand. She snatched her hand away from me. I was still unable to see the person who had put their hands around my waist.

I was relieved when we finally arrived on the 8th floor. I stepped from the elevator first and then waited for Reese. Reese was watching a woman leave the elevator. I couldn't help but notice this woman. She was honey colored and a little taller than Reese which probably made her around six feet. Her nose was narrow, lips thin and her eyes were almond shaped, framed by thick, dark lashes. She had broad shoulders and a tapered waist. She wore a navy blue pantsuit that seemed perfectly tailored to her body. Her hair was pulled back and, as she walked through the entrance to our main offices, I realized her hair was braided into a single braid that hung midway down her back. She wore a cologne I recognized although the name escaped me at the moment. She carried herself like she knew who she was. And I knew she was pure stud from head to toe.

"That's the bitch who put her hands on you."

I realized Reese was absolutely fuming. I sighed, "baby, you know I belong to you and no one else. Come on, didn't we have a good morning?"

I could see her struggling to get her anger under control. I told you she could be quite jealous sometimes. I glanced at my watch and grabbed Reese's hand, pulling her toward the office. "Come on, I'm going to be late. I don't have a big wig job like you, I'm just a glorified secretary."

I punched in just as the clock read 9am. Reese and the other muckety mucks didn't have to punch a time clock. It bothered some of the other support staff members, but I didn't care. This job paid me well as an Administrative Assistant and they had excellent health benefits. Some things just had to be rendered unimportant.

I was stuffing my purse into the only drawer that locked on my desk when my intercom buzzed. "Georgia, please come and meet our newest VP."

Mr. Calganetti was the head honcho in our office and when he beckoned, you jumped. I straightened out my ankle length charcoal gray skirt and pink form fitting sweater. I never bought or wore pink before I met Reese, but she liked the way this sweater hugged my frame and showed off my full breasts. I felt a little uncomfortable in it, but I'd do almost anything for my sweetie.

I hurried through the office and knocked lightly on Mr. Calganetti's door before stepping inside. He was sitting behind his huge cherry wood desk and stood when I approached. The person he had been talking to also stood and I felt my breath catch. My new boss was, of course, the woman from the elevator.

"Ashley Caldwell, this is Georgia Ashton, one of our most efficient Admins. She'll help you get acclimated and track down whatever you need. Georgia, Ms. Caldwell is replacing Peter."

She extended her hand and I slid mine into it. Once again I was forced to ignore the current that raced through my body. I had a chance to see her face up close this time. It seemed harder, and there were lines etched into her forehead and around her mouth. I doubted they were laugh lines. But it wasn't her face that drew me in, it was her eyes. They were amazing. Hazel brown with flecks of green. She had the kind of eyes people read about in fictional novels. They were absolutely remarkable. I wondered if they were contacts. I then realized I was probably staring.

"Welcome to the company Ms. Caldwell."

"Call me Lee."

Her voice was not what I expected. It was deep, raspy...it washed over me in a most titillating way. I smiled and nodded. There was no way I was calling her anything other than Ms. Caldwell. Reese would be pissed for days about this, if not weeks.

I followed behind them as Mr. Calganetti showed her around the office, introducing her to the people she would work closely with and/or supervise. When they arrived at her office, Mr. Calganetti asked me to get them some coffee. I bristled at first, considering my previous supervisor never made such a request of me, but I snapped out of it quickly and asked how they wanted it. Ms. Caldwell said she didn't want any so Mr. Calganetti changed his mind. Mr. Calganetti dismissed me and I went back to my desk, right outside Ms. Caldwell's office. I sat down with a huff, wondering what it would be like to work for a woman. I had been working as an office administrative assistant since I completed my master's degree in sociology four years ago. Don't ask. I thought I wanted to teach, thought I wanted to be a college professor, but then decided while I loved the subject I didn't want to deal with the bullshit of academia. So, now I had a degree that wasn't worth shit and no marketable skills other than typing and my rudimentary knowledge of Word and Excel. So, here I was. Of course, I was paid a little more because of my education, but I was basically just a glorified secretary.

As I sat at my desk, doing nothing until Ms. Caldwell requested my assistance, I wondered who this woman was. As I said before, this was a serious position she was occupying. Oh, I guess I should tell you a little about the company. I've been here for four years and I'll be honest, I'm not sure what we do exactly. We conduct market research, or at least that's what our brochure says. I know we've done some research for IBM's newest laptop and a few products made by Johnson and Johnson. Those were our biggest clients. Before my previous boss left, I was under the impression he oversaw the research piece of the puzzle. He designed surveys, conducted polls, put together focus groups, etc. The reason I was placed with him, I assumed, was because I had a bit of a background in demography. I wondered if Ms. Caldwell would have the same responsibilities. I was still surprised they had hired an African American woman for such a prestigious job. 

Minutes later Mr. Calganetti left Ms. Caldwell's office and I waited, patiently, for her to summon me. She hadn't done so by 12:30 and I knew Reese would be picking me up soon for lunch so I tapped on Ms. Caldwell's door and waited for her to respond before opening the heavy wooden door.

"Ms. Caldwell, I wanted to know if you needed anything before I left for lunch?"

I quickly glanced around the office. She had been busy. She had distributed a few personal items around the office, some African art work, a few photos on her desk, Kente cloth draped over the back of a burgundy sofa. She had managed to find a place to display her degrees. I saw one from Princeton, one from Yale and a PhD in demography from the University of Pennsylvania. She was Ivy League through and through.

"Ms. Ashton, could you pull a few files for me before you go?"

She handed me a list and I winced. It would take me a couple of hours to find the information she would need for these clients. I nodded, "anything else?"

"Yes, coffee, black, six sugars." I stepped from the office frowning. I could already see this was going to be a different type of employer-employee relationship. Last minute assignments, unrealistic expectations and coffee fetching? Great. I swallowed my pride, quickly dialing Reese's extension to tell her I couldn't go to lunch before rushing to get her highness some coffee. I tapped on the door and simply let myself in this time, putting the coffee on the desk. She didn't even look up from the papers she was reading. When I closed her office door behind me, I pushed up the sleeves of my pink sweater and took a deep breath. It would take a miracle to find everything she needed for the first client.

*

I finally had the files together more than two hours later. I tapped on her door, waited to hear her call for me and then placed the files on a corner of her desk.

"Thank you Ms. Ashton. How was lunch?"

"Uh, I didn't get a chance to go."

She finally looked up, "why not?"

"You requested these files. I thought you wanted them immediately."

I hadn't realized she was wearing glasses until she removed the small black frames and looked at me closely for a minute. "I didn't mean for you to skip lunch. What time is it?"

"Close to 3."

She nodded, "look, I don't want you to starve on my behalf. Why don't you take a late lunch and then take the rest of the day off?"

She noticed my hesitation.

"Problem?" She demanded softly.

"Uh, I don't think I can do that. Leave early I mean, or take lunch this late."

The smile that danced around her lips was charming, although I chastised myself for the thought immediately.

"Ms. Ashton, I believe I'm your supervisor. If anyone's going to get in trouble for it it's me, not you. Go."

I only paused for a moment before turning to leave.

"Wait." 

I turned back to face her. She was holding something out to me. I went back to her desk but hesitated once again.

"Take it Ms. Ashton."

Something about her tone did not allow for an argument so I took the 20 dollar bill she held out to me.

"Lunch is on me. Now go. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

I was surprised. There seemed to be a contradiction between her generosity and her impatient, or slightly annoyed, tone of voice. I wondered why she simply issued commands like I was her pet. And I wondered why I obeyed them almost without question. I opened her office door but paused before leaving, turning back to her. Her gaze was focused on the papers again.

"What is it now, Ms. Ashton?"

She didn't look up. I don't know why the brusqueness of her tone stroked my inner core in some odd way.

"I was wondering..."

"Today Ms. Ashton."

Her tone was a little lighter. She was teasing me. I smiled, "I was wondering why you call me Ms. Ashton."

"Why do you call me Ms. Caldwell?"

She still had not looked up from her desk, "well, all the admins call their bosses by their last name. And they call us by our first name."

She removed the small frames from her face again and finally looked at me. I could feel those hazel-green eyes staring through me from across the room.

"Well, I'm not like the other VPs around here, am I? So, let's try something new. I'll call you Georgia if you call me Lee. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Anything else Georgia?"

I liked the sound of my name on her lips. And I appreciated that she didn't shorten it to Gee, a nickname that I tolerated only because Reese liked it.

"No Ms. Cald—, uh, Lee. See you tomorrow."

I closed the door behind me, smiling to myself. I shut down my computer, covered it and then made my way over to the accounting department. Reese was sitting behind her desk and one of the new accountants, Pam, was perched on the edge of it, chatting and laughing it up with my baby. I could feel the frown shift the features of my face into a scowl as I approached Reese's desk. Pam was a scheming bitch. She was one of those blonde haired, blue eyes white girls that had a real taste for black women. Black butches in particular. I hated her. Pam saw me suddenly and jumped up, smoothing down a hip hugging skirt that fell only to her mid thighs.

"Hey Gee, what's up?"

"Nothing Pam."

Pam scurried away and I raised a brow in Reese direction. "Why are you chatting it up with that skank?"

"Oh come on baby, someone had to keep me entertained since your new boss took you from me."

"You had lunch with her? Reese, you know that bitch has the hots for you!" I was seething now and the words were whispered hotly through my clenched teeth.

"Look, don't trip. It's no big deal. What are you doing over here anyway? Did she let you off your leash?"

I rolled my eyes, "fuck you Reese."

I stormed away from her, forgetting to tell her I was leaving for the day. Sometimes I hated Reese's insecurity. I had to track down a ton of files so she chose to take a conniving, jungle fever bitch to lunch? And I know she paid for lunch and wined and dined Pam in the most charming way possible. Why else would Pam be sitting up under her in the office like that? I swore under my breath again. My head was down as I made my way toward the exit and I was muttering under my breath. It should have come as no surprise when I bumped directly into someone. I stumbled back and suddenly felt those hands on my waist again. I looked up into a pair of hazel-green eyes. Her hands lingered for just a moment longer before she released me.

"Georgia, didn't I send you home?" She raised a brow. 

I couldn't tell if she was serious or teasing me. I couldn't figure it out because I was still too pissed at Reese, "yes, I was just leaving. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Caldwell." I said absently.

I moved past her but stopped when I felt her hand on my arm. I looked up at her again, her eyes had become darker, greener.

"You okay?"

"Uh, yea...I mean yes. Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

I hurried from the office, impatiently waiting for the elevator. I was hoping Reese would come after me, but she didn't. That wasn't her style. She wouldn't be punked by chasing after a woman, even me. I stepped onto the elevator moments later and decided to use the twenty to take a cab home instead of buying lunch. I was in no mood to eat anyway.





Lee



I was trying to hold on to my anger instead of focusing on my hurt and sense of utter devastation. This was crazy. I swallowed and asked the hardest question I have ever had to ask anyone.

"Did you fuck her?"

I knew the answer before she tried to bullshit her way out of it. Her eyes gave her away. She had never been much of a liar. Don't get me wrong, when she and I first started dating, she had other women. A decent stud always had other women. But for the last two months, once we started talking about moving in together, I thought I was the onliest one. I thought she would be faithful to me. I thought we were "together", you know? And now this? How fragile was her fucking ego anyway? And how desperate was I?

She never did answer my question and I realized I had to leave in order to make it into the office on time. I figured we would talk about it later. All was not lost. But why would she fuck someone else from the office? It's like she wanted to rub that shit in my face.

I was on automatic pilot for the first half of the day. And I thought I was doing okay until I saw Reese leave for lunch with Pam, her hand at the small of Pam's back. She didn't even look my way. Everyone in the office knew Reese and I had been dating. I ignored their glances and unasked questions. I damned Reese and Pam to hell. I wondered what I thought had been going on between Reese and I considering something so shallow, something so silly, could tear us apart. And it was all because a woman had put her hands on me in a crowded elevator. A woman who was now my supervisor. A woman who was now buzzing the intercom. I swallowed my anger at her (hey, it beat being angry at my woman) and entered the office.

As usual, Lee did not look up when I entered. I was growing tired of her haughty attitude and it had only been two days!

"Ms. Ashton, could you get me a cup of coffee, black—"

"Six sugars." I finished for her bitterly. I thought I had kept the annoyance out of my tone but I don't think I was too successful. She looked up and removed those annoyingly cute glasses from the bridge of her nose. I ignored the way my heart wanted to do flip flops as those hazel-green eyes settled on me.

"Problem Ms. Ashton?"

"Look, could we quit playing this game? I would prefer to call you Ms. Caldwell and I would appreciate it if you called me Georgia. That's the way they do things around here, okay? I already stick out like a sore thumb, I don't want to be any more different, okay?"

I watched as Lee settled back into her chair and folded her arms across her chest. She waited silently.

"And I just want to know, will I be getting you coffee regularly now? I never had to get my previous boss coffee and I really want to know if this is going to be a regular new duty. I have a Master's degree, so I never expected to be getting coffee for someone."

Lee simply continued to stare at me in silence. Finally, I turned my back to her, "I'll fetch that coffee for you now, Ms. Caldwell."

I chose that word fetch for a reason. I wanted to make a point. I might as well, right? It's not like I was going to have a job for much longer anyway! I shook my head as I prepared her coffee, my hands trembling. What the fuck was wrong with me? Oh, who was I kidding? I was a mess. Reese's behavior was really upsetting me. I didn't do anything wrong and I didn't understand what the fuck was going on with her. And I felt like I had wasted six months of my life all of a sudden. And now, here I was, thirty-two years old and fetching coffee for my boss. God, I was a fucking loser. Getting paid $40,000 was just not worth it. Maybe I should go back and finish my degree. I would have the free time now considering I would most likely be fired today. Mouthing off to the new boss Georgia? Good move!

My hands were still trembling when I re-entered her office. She ignored me as usual. I placed the coffee before her and turned to make my way to the door, about to escape free and clear, when that husky voice stopped me.

"Wait."

I froze, then turned to face her slowly. She was still reading over some papers on her desk.

"Sit Georgia."

I did, on the plush burgundy sofa with the Kente cloth draped over the back. It was relatively close to the door and a good distance from her desk. She kept me waiting for a few more minutes before she removed her glasses and leaned back in her large, leather swivel chair. She raised a brow.

"Come here Georgia."

My will to resist was non-existent. I knew I was going to lose my job and what was the point in fighting anymore? I approached her desk and stood before her.

"Sit."

I did so again, in the chair across from her desk this time. I looked down at the mahogany wood of her desk. It was hand-crafted, all the VPs had them. It was quite a piece of work...and much easier to look at than those eyes.

"Georgia."

I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to look at her. But I was on the verge of tears and I didn't feel like doing this today. It was Friday for God's sake, I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I had lost my girlfriend and my job all in one week. All because of this woman. Okay, I knew that wasn't fair but damnit I was in a lousy fucking mood.

I didn't look up, "Ms. Caldwell, I'm sorry. I'm going through something personal right now. I was very disrespectful and I apologize. I will clean out my desk before I leave for the day."

"Ah yes, I heard about your girlfriend dating someone else in the office. That woman from the elevator yesterday, right?"

I looked up and met those hazel-green eyes. How had she found out? A person so new was not typically privy to the office gossip.

"I don't think she's dating her..."

"Two lunches and a fuck? You're deluding yourself. It might not last long but she's making it damn clear she's with this new girl."

My mouth was hanging open. Or maybe it just felt like it was. I'm not sure. I just sat there in silence.

"Look, office romances suck. Why do you think people tell you to avoid them? This woman is dogging you in front of your co-workers. It's fucked up. And I understand you two had been an item for a little while, right?"

"Six months."

"Really? Damn, that is fucked up."

I was startled by her language, by her willingness to talk about my personal problem, about...everything.

"Now, I know I gave you some time off yesterday, but it's clear you really need some time off today also. So, I know it's only 2pm, but go home because you're not doing much for me here sulking around."

I was about to protest but she held up her hand to silence me.

"Don't thank me yet, I need something from you in return. I can't get any real work done with all these interruptions, so I'm coming in this weekend. I need you here. I know you cannot earn over time pay, so I'll pay you out of my own pocket."

Was she kidding? I should pay her for not firing me! "That's fine Ms. Caldwell. And you don't need to pay me. What time would you like me here tomorrow?"

"9am, I want to put in a full day on Saturday and half a day on Sunday."

I nodded. I was about to stand and leave when she raised a brow. I sat back down without a word.

"You don't get off that easy Georgia. I'm pretty tolerant of a lot of things, but you cannot take out your personal frustrations on your boss."

I nodded vigorously, "I know, you're right. I'm so sorry—"

"Shut up Georgia." 

She wasn't joking when she said it either. It was a softly spoken command that I followed without hesitation.

"Now, the next time something like that happens, I will find a creative way to punish you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am." Don't ask me where that came from, it just seemed like the most appropriate response.

She nodded her head approvingly. "And Georgia?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"You will get me coffee and you will learn to enjoy getting me coffee. I need an assistant that wants to please me, wants to keep me happy. Do you understand? 

I nodded again, ignoring the feelings that rushed through me with those words. What was wrong with me? Even my nipples were getting hard, do not ask me why.

"I didn't hear you Georgia," she demanded softly.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good girl. And I like the sound of 'ma'am', call me that for now. Now, go home and settle yourself. I will see you tomorrow."

I stood and left without another word. My nipples were rubbing against the soft fabric of my bra as I shut down my computer. I had no idea what was going on with me. All I knew was that suddenly I was not pining over Reese as I should have been. Instead, I could not get a pair of piercing hazel-green eyes out of my mind.





Lee



My heart dropped into my heels. Damn, how could I forget that my previous boss was always in Atlanta during the third week of February? Well, usually I made the travel arrangements. Lee had opted to make them herself. I wondered if she did that on purpose. It was a way of controlling me yet again, wasn't it? She could spring this on me at the last minute, send me into a tizzy...I almost laughed out loud to myself. Why was I so concerned about her being away for one lousy week? And why did I think she gave even two thoughts about me?

"I'm lending you to Dan during my absence. His secretary is working on a huge project and she needs help."

I nodded, making a mental note of it.

"I didn't hear you, baby girl." She demanded softly.

I swallowed, my breath suddenly catching in my chest. I'd felt starved for those two words. "Yes ma'am."

"Lock the door, baby girl."

My hand was trembling as I turned the lock on her office door. I was almost afraid to turn around.

"Come here."

I took a deep breath and made my way to her. She was leaning against her desk, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed in front of her. I walked toward her, stopping directly in front of her. She reached out and I felt her hand caress the baby soft hair that hugged my scalp. I closed my eyes, allowing myself a chance to savor her touch.

"Look at me."

I obeyed her, opening my eyes to stare into those amazing hazel-green bottomless pits. She continued to stroke my head, standing to her full height, moving closer to my smaller, fuller frame. She leaned forward and smelled of me deeply, her nose tickling the side of my neck for just a moment. When I reached for her, she stopped me. 

"Don't move, baby girl." She whispered into my ear.

I nodded, forcing my hands to remain at my sides. Her tongue traced a pattern against the smooth dark flesh of my ear. She licked a path of fire from my lobe down my throat, into the valley between my breasts, back up again. My heart was pounding wildly and I knew she could hear it, feel it. I wanted so badly to touch her but I wanted to please her as well. I could feel her hands on me, caressing my waist, my buttocks. She was creating an inferno within me. I wanted to close my eyes, to revel in the feel of her, but she held my gaze, hazel-green burning into me. Her lips were only inches from mine but she didn't kiss me. I could feel her warm breath. I could smell the scent of her cologne. I could feel her energy. My nipples hardened and I could feel my stomach fluttering. She unbuttoned my skirt, her hand sliding down toward my center slowly, teasingly, moving past the waistband of my panties, singeing my flesh. She began to stroke me then and I knew it would not take long. I closed my eyes.

"Look at me, baby girl."

I opened my eyes for her. Her fingers continued to stroke me and I could feel the tension building. I forced my arms to remain still, my fingers clenched into fists. Her other hand took hold of one of my nipples and squeezed it hard. It took all of my energy to swallow the scream that wanted to accompany the orgasm that crashed over me in waves. I stumbled against Lee and she held me as I whimpered. Her hand ceased its steady stroke. She removed her fingers from my center and licked each digit clean. Her eyes were smiling at me and I could see how green they had become, dark with arousal.

"What do you say?" She asked softly, her voice thick with desire.

I continued to stare into her eyes and said the first thing that came to my mind, "thank you, Daddi."

I could see the final word pleased her. She refastened my skirt, leaned in to kiss me tenderly, then turned me around to face the door.

"Get me a cup of coffee before you leave."

She patted me lightly on the rear and I hurried to please her one last time before she left for Atlanta.

*

The week passed very slowly. I thought of Lee every moment, wondering what was going on with me and missing her terribly. I worked with Dan's secretary and we finished the project by Wednesday. Reese heard Lee was gone for the week and stopped by my desk every day. On Thursday I had lunch with her just to get her to stop bugging me. The lunch was okay (Reese treated of course), but Reese spent the entire hour insisting she was the one for me. I would have agreed with her days earlier, but I no longer felt that way.

Every other Friday we are allowed to dress down in the office, so I had on jeans and a tee shirt. They were form fitting black jeans that accentuated my full, round behind and thick thighs. The tee was a little tight and emphasized my ample breasts. It was an outfit Reese would never have allowed me to wear. In fact, her mouth was hanging open when she saw me retrieving files from a file cabinet. 

But I ignored Reese. I only had one person on my mind at the moment, and she was due back in the office today. I glanced at my watch. It was already 11. I opted to skip lunch. I didn't want to miss her when she arrived. It turns out I waited all day for her. She never showed. I packed up to leave the office, disappointed. I was hoping her trip to our Atlanta office went well and that she was okay, but I had no way of inquiring about her.

I was totally bummed that evening as I sat before my television picking at a Lean Cuisine dinner. When the phone rang, I was tempted not to answer it. Reese had been calling all week and I really didn't feel like talking to her. Still, an annoying conversation with Reese would be more entertaining than the stupid sitcom I was watching on TV.

"Hello?"

"Hello baby girl."

My heart stopped beating for a second and then resumed at an alarming rate. 

"Hi. You're back safely?" My voice didn't sound normal to my own ears.

"Have you been thinking of me all week Georgia?" She purred huskily.

I all but stopped breathing, "yes."

A moment of silence, "yes what?"

I hesitated, confused yet again. Then it hit me, "yes Daddi."

She laughed huskily, "good girl. Did you miss me today?"

"Yes Daddi." I refused to analyze what was going on with me.

"I didn't come into the office today for a reason. Do you want to know why baby girl?"

"Yes Daddi." My voice was higher, almost little-girl like. I was getting into the role, claiming it for the first time.

"Because I knew you would be waiting for me and you needed to be punished."

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what I had done wrong. I had worked very well with Dan's secretary and we finished the project early. I had been to work early every day and left late making sure everything she asked of me was done. I racked my brain but I had no clue—...it came to me then. Reese.

"Do you know what you did wrong, baby girl?" She asked after a moment's pause.

I swallowed, "yes Daddi."

"Tell Daddi what you did wrong." She demanded softly. 

I swallowed again. I could not ignore how aroused I was feeling. "I had lunch with Reese."

She laughed softly, huskily, "good girl. Why did you see her without my permission?" I shook my head although she could not see me, ignoring the 'permission' part of the question for the moment, "Daddi, she kept harassing me and I didn't know what else to do..." The excuse sounded lame to my own ears. I briefly wondered why I should explain myself to this woman. Who was she to give me permission to do anything? But this was a very brief thought considering my heart was racing, my nipples were hard and I suddenly had an overwhelming desire for the touch of her hand anywhere on my body.

"Are you finished Georgia?" Her voice was soft, harsh and titillating beyond belief.

I closed my eyes, "yes Daddi. I'm sorry."

"Stand up for me now, baby girl."

I did so, not sure how she knew I was sitting. 

"Walk to your front door and open it."

I was confused but I didn't hesitate to do as she commanded. I heard the dial tone in my ear before I opened the door. There was a package, wrapped in beautiful silver paper, lying in front of my door. I picked it up and tore it open. There was a bangle inside. I smiled as I inspected the lovely piece of jewelry. The inscription was in Chinese I think. It had the characters 冠上和愛. I, of course, didn't know what it meant. I couldn't tell if the bangle was silver or white gold, but I didn't care. My heart swelled at the sight of it, at the thought that she bought something for me. There was also a card in the box which read "Dinner. 8pm. Tonight." I jumped with joy and rushed to shower, dress in a sexy little black dress I bought two months earlier for Reese, and place the bangle on my wrist. I realized I hadn't had a moment to spare when the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath, glanced in the full length mirror one more time and then hurried to the door. There she was, leaning against the doorjamb, dressed in tailored black slacks and a royal blue silk shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a braid and hanging down her back. She wore diamond studs in her ears and she smelled absolutely wonderful. Those hazel-green eyes smiled at me.

"Hi." I gasped, trying to force my pulse to slow down.

She didn't move, simply raising a brow. I cursed myself softly.

"Hi Daddi." I corrected.

She smiled, glancing down at my wrist. When she looked into my eyes again, I melted.

"Let's go."

*

She took me to a wonderful Thai restaurant in Center City. The atmosphere was great, the service was fantastic and the food was delicious. But none of that really mattered. I was just thrilled to be sitting across from her. I chatted away about my week, allowing her to order everything from my drink to my dessert. I was so nervous. I felt like I was hyperventilating. But she was the picture of calm, watching me silently. God, she was attractive. Over dessert and coffee, I lifted my wrist.

"Thank you for the bangle, Daddi," the title rolled off my tongue with ease, as if I'd been saying it for years. "How did you know I loved silver?"

She raised that formidable brow again, a smirk on her lips.

"I'm glad you like it baby girl, but that's not silver."

I could feel my cheeks heat, "oh. I'm sorry. I love white gold too." I smiled.

Lee set her coffee cup down, "try again."

Now it was time for me to raise a questioning brow. No other metals came to mind immediately. It looked like silver or white gold. The only other metal it could be was...no. I looked at the bangle again. She would not have bought me platinum, would she? I began removing it from my wrist.

"Daddi, I can't accept—"

"Do not upset me Georgia." Her soft yet stern voice moved through me. "I bought it for you."

I replaced the bangle, "thank you, Daddi." I murmured.

She smiled at me as she pulled out her wallet. "I have to go." She handed me two twenty dollar bills, "take a cab home." She laid some other bills on the table including a generous tip. "And I have a homework assignment for you." 

I looked up at her as she stood, ignoring the sinking feeling in my stomach. Why did she have to leave so soon?

"Do you know what a domme is Georgia? Spelled d-o-m-m-e?"

I shook my head, informing her that I did not.

"That's your homework for the weekend. I want a report on my desk first thing Monday."

I nodded. She winked at me and then left. I glanced at the bangle. I wondered what I had agreed to in exchange for it. Is that why she wanted me to research the term? What did the inscription say anyway? I had a lot of work to do this weekend.

*

Monday arrived much sooner than I wanted, well, except for the thrill of seeing Lee again of course. The Internet was not the best place to conduct solid research. For the most part it discussed domination and submission in very broad, or much too specific, ways. It seemed like the couple involved had to set the boundaries. I do recall reading, time and time again, that trust and respect were key parts of the relationship. If a sub could not trust her domme, she should not agree to the relationship. Oh, and a domme should pretty much know what her sub can handle and be mindful of taking things slowly.

Other than that, it seemed like it was up to the specific couple. And so, I wondered, why had she assigned this project to me? Was there something implied by the task? Was I to guess or was she going to ask me to be her sub? Did a person formally ask you that question? Did I really understand what the role meant? Was I able to submit to her? Or had I already submitted to her before she left for Atlanta and loved every minute of it? Needless to say, I was confused.

Lee walked past me as if I was invisible when she arrived in the office. Her coffee was, of course, already waiting on her desk for her. I know it seemed idiotic but I had been setting a fresh cup there every 10 minutes for the last half hour. I wanted to make sure it was hot when she arrived. I'm sure the rest of the office thought I was losing my mind. And I might be inclined to agree with them.

I ate lunch with Regina, a chum of mine from the office, and avoided Reese. I didn't want Lee to become annoyed with me for fraternizing with my ex (yes, I saw her as my ex now) although I had to admit the thought of Lee punishing me was not altogether unpleasant. I shook my head. Maybe I already had my answer to the domme/sub question.

After running around all day and completing the very many tasks Lee asked of me via intercom (I hadn't seen her again all day), I was exhausted and frustrated. I was dying inside, hungry to see her, hungry for her touch. I had left my report on her desk beside the coffee that morning but she had not said a word about it. I didn't know what was going on. Was she punishing me again? I could not think of a single thing I had done to aggravate her this time. And I was quickly becoming disturbed that my every waking moment seemed to center around pleasing a woman I had only met a week or so ago!

I was waiting at the elevator when the receptionist poked her head out of the main door and told me Ms. Caldwell had buzzed for me. I took a moment to breathe in deeply, licking my lips and straightening my shoulders before I hurried back to the office. I tapped on her office door and waited for her to call out for me to enter. When she did, her voice washed over me through the heavy wooden door. It's as if I lived for the sound of it now. I opened the door and stood directly inside, closing it softly. I waited, quietly, for her to acknowledge my presence. It took her almost five minutes to do so.

"I have a meeting in New York tomorrow and I wanted to go over a few things I'm leaving for you."

My heart sunk into my stomach for the hundredth time that day. She would be away all day tomorrow? Still, I nodded. I did not move from my spot. A smirk appeared on her face again and my heart picked up its fast-paced dance where it left off Friday night.

"Come here Georgia."

I did so, standing before her. She pointed to the chair in front of her desk and I sat. I watched as she leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking softly, and took me in. Just a look from her could warm me all over in seconds.

"I liked your report."

"Thank you Daddi."

She raised a brow, "in this office, Georgia, you will call me Ms. Caldwell or ma'am unless I call you, baby girl. Understood?"

I nodded, kicking myself for my stupidity. Professional behavior in the office! What was I, an idiot?

"Understood?" She asked again.

I closed my eyes for a moment before looking at her again. God, I had waited to see her all day and now I was really fucking up, "yes Ms. Caldwell."

She nodded and proceeded to go over the pretty detailed list she was leaving for me on Tuesday. I made a few mental notes, forcing myself not to stare at her lips whenever she licked them, forcing myself to focus on her words instead of the scent of her cologne, the swell of her breasts, the length of those fingers that had stroked me to orgasm just days earlier. When I looked up to meet her eyes, the smirk was back. She was no longer speaking, just watching me. I realized she must have finished her instructions but I hadn't moved.

"Thank you Ms. Caldwell." I retrieved the list from her desk, glancing at it as I walked toward the door. I had my hand on the knob when she spoke again.

"Lock the door baby girl."

There was a smile swelling within me that I knew I had to swallow as those words wrapped around me. I locked the door, taking a deep breath and releasing it before turning around. She was in front of the desk again, half sitting, half standing on the edge of it. Her ankles and arms were crossed. She looked magnificent in a cream linen pants suit and milk chocolate pumps. Her long, dark hair was still braided and hanging down her back.

"Come to me." She demanded softly.

There was no hesitation. I moved to stand before her, staring into her eyes as she had requested previously. She smiled, nodding her head. 

"Take off your coat."

I did so, resuming my position. She nodded again considering I'd moved quickly to obey her. She stood and walked around me, taking me in. I could feel those hazel-green eyes on me as surely as if she were touching me. When she stood before me again, she closed her eyes and leaned in to smell me.

"You wore a perfume on Friday. Wear only that one from now on."

"Yes Daddi." I knew I would throw away every other bottle of perfume I owned that night.

She reached over on her desk for a card and handed it to me, "I made an appointment for you tonight. Ask for Cathy." 

"Yes Daddi." I had promised to have dinner with Regina. I would postpone it. The card was for a spa in Center City.

"If I ask you to do something for me, even if it's hard for you, will you try to please me baby girl?" She asked softly.

The question, asked in that sexy, husky voice of hers, caused me some anxiety...and arousal. I knew my answer immediately.

"Yes Daddi." I whispered. My voice shook as the words left my lips.

She paused for a moment and then leaned down to touch my lips ever so gently with her own. God, what sweet torment. I wanted so much more from her.

"Good girl. Be sure to be on time for your appointment tonight. I'll see you on Wednesday."

I guess a sub, if that's what I was, knows when she's being dismissed because I retrieved my coat and left without another word. Once her office door closed behind me, the smile I had swallowed beamed from me. I was certain I was lighting the entire office with my energy alone. And I knew, in that moment, without a doubt, that I was falling for this woman. I'm not sure when it happened and I'm not sure how it happened, but I knew I was falling for her. And I would do whatever it took to please her. I had the strength, the determination and the desire to satisfy her. And I knew, instinctively, that she would not abuse me. She was too confident, too self-assured, to get off on abusing someone. I shook my head, glancing down at the card I still held in my hand and the platinum bangle on my wrist. I wondered what surprises awaited me...and I wondered how I would make it to Wednesday without seeing her.

*

Cathy was a thin, tall, lovely blonde woman with piercing green eyes and a wonderfully inviting smile. The appointment? Pubic hair removal. I almost panicked. I asked if she was sure, but she assured me she was. Take off my clothes and open my legs so this woman could remove my pubic hair? This had to be a joke! I was seriously considering leaving when Lee's question danced in my head. I told her I would try to please her, even if it was hard for me to do what she asked. I guess this was my first test. I took a deep breath. This woman was a professional. I'm sure she'd seen lots of different women's private parts. So, I swallowed my anxiety and followed her to a private room in back. I was there for over two hours as this gorgeous blonde meticulously removed my pubic hair (yes, even the hair in the crack of my ass). It was quite painful at first, but then I grew accustomed to the feel of the wax ripping away my hair. In fact, as she did my nether lips, I must say I actually felt a bit aroused. Yes, I know I'm sick. She then gave me a massage (even in the tender area between my legs which only added to my arousal), manicure and pedicure. When I asked how much it would cost, I found out Lee had already paid for it.




Lee



As I sat waiting for my nails to dry, a woman sitting beside me noticed my bangle. She was buyer for a jewelry store I had never heard of. She told me the bangle was probably worth around $2,000. My mouth dropped open in shock and I told her she had to be kidding. She assured me the bangle was worth at least that much. I showed her the inscription but she said didn't know Chinese. At least I had guessed the right language.

My pubic area felt very strange as I lay in bed that night. I rubbed the soft, exposed flesh, the puffy lips, the smoothness of my anal crack. It felt good to the touch. I wondered how it would feel to have someone's mouth on me without any barriers. I shivered at the thought and although I wanted to, I did not masturbate. I realized with a smile, before falling asleep, my domme had not given me permission to masturbate and so I did not feel comfortable doing so. It was a pretty amazing revelation.

*

Tuesday was shitty. Mostly because I knew she would not be in the office. Regina forgave me for canceling our dinner plans when I treated her to lunch (always a quick way to beg forgiveness) and Reese begged me to join her for dinner (she must have heard Lee was out of town again). I told her I didn't want to have lunch or dinner with her again. She scowled and walked away. I managed to finish everything Lee left for me, but I did have to stay an extra hour to do so. I was exhausted when I arrived at my apartment. I skipped dinner and went right to sleep. I had to silently thank Lee for keeping me so busy that I almost didn't miss her...almost.

Wednesday morning I was, of course, early to work. Her coffee was sitting on her desk when she arrived. Once again, she barely acknowledged me as she entered her office. I would have been heart broken days before, but I knew she had sent me to "prepare" myself for her. So, she was just playing it cool in the office. That was fine by me. Well, it wasn't actually fine by me but what choice did I have? If she was my domme, I had to follow her lead, right?

She had yet another exhaustive list of projects for me. One required that I spend a few hours at the University library not too far from the office conducting some preliminary research for her. I hated being away from her again. I tried to finish the task as soon as possible so that I could be near her again. Much to my dismay, I neglected to complete one part of the task and with disappointment on her face, she lectured me briefly on doing a thorough job and following her instructions carefully. I knew she was talking about more than that library project and so I listened carefully. When I returned from the library the second time, she nodded with approval and my heart swelled with pride that I had pleased her.

The week dragged on with nothing more than professional contact with her. I was dying inside. My pubic hair had not begun to grow back yet. I guess removing the hair with wax was a better way to go. Cathy had informed me that I had a standing monthly appointment, however, so, I guess the hair removal didn't last forever. I must admit I was not as anxious about the next appointment considering Cathy had been quite the professional.

Okay, so I know I write a lot about Friday nights, but it's Friday night again and I'm sitting at home watching a movie I rented. My domme, if indeed she has decided to take me on, had not been in touch with me outside of the office all week. I remembered last Friday vividly and so I expected her to show up or call at any moment. No such luck. Regina called. Reese called. My mother called. But no Lee. Look, I know I might sound a little desperate, but I had not masturbated in about a week and I was feeling kind of randy (yes, I did like Austin Powers 1, 2 and 3). I didn't know how much longer I could hold out quite honestly. If I didn't get a sign from her soon, I was going to masturbate and come like no tomorrow! And I knew it would feel so good to do so. I had the tools, the technology, and seemingly the time to make it quite special. Of course, I wanted Lee to be the one to get me off. But, alas, it seemed she had other fish to fry this week. Okay, here I go with the bravado shit again. Of course I would not masturbate! Even though I was sitting on the sofa close to tears! So, when Regina called a second time and asked if I wanted to go to a movie, I of course leapt at a chance to get out of the apartment.

We went to see X-Men 2. It was great. I really enjoyed it. And Regina is cool people, you know? Now, it was not as nice as spending time with Lee, but it kept my mind off how horny I was. We had a drink at a bar near the movie theater. I ignored the passes of both men and women while Regina just shook her head, insisting I must be seeing someone. I kept denying it, of course. I didn't have permission to discuss my relationship...if I even had one that is! 

When I arrived at my apartment after 1am there was an envelope leaning against the door. My heart stopped. Oh God, I had missed her! Oh God, no! I grabbed the envelope, hurrying inside and tearing it open. There was an address, printed in her handwriting, written on the card inside. And, of course, the envelope smelled of her. My nether lips swelled at just the hint of her cologne.

I showered quickly, dabbing the perfume she liked behind my ears, on my wrists, in the creases of my pubic area and behind my knees. I slipped into a white peasant blouse and a long navy blue skirt. I added a pair of sexy pumps I had bought recently. I called for a cab (okay, I had had more than "a" drink at the bar and didn't want to drive) and sat waiting for it breathlessly. When it finally arrived, I read him the address. He moaned, said it would cost $25, and then took off after I agreed to pay. Little did he know that I only had $25, so I would be unable to give him a tip. I would apologize profusely later.

The address took us to a hotel. For some reason I thought I was going to her place, but no, we arrived at a hotel. A very upscale hotel on the outskirts of the city, but a hotel just the same. I swallowed my disappointment, paid the driver, apologized profusely about the missing tip, and then made my way into the lobby. When I say upscale, I mean it! Marble floors, dark wood every where, spiral staircase, water fall. It was a very nice hotel. I went to the desk and asked for Ashley Caldwell. They asked my name and then handed me an envelope. I hurried to open it. There was only a key and another card with her handwriting. "Dress and wait for me," it read. I glanced at my watch, it was 2am. I wondered what she meant by "dress." 

The room was not a room but a suite. It was exquisite. There was an outer sitting area replete with plush sofas and chairs, a kitchenette and a bar. There was a traditional black and white maid's uniform laid out on the sofa. I slipped out of my coat and hurried into the bathroom to change. The uniform was a half size too small. The top of the short black dress hugged my breasts, the buttons barely containing them, and the bottom half barely covered both cheeks. She had left a black thong for me to wear and I made a mental note not to bend over without thinking. Well, unless she asked me to of course. I left my clothes folded neatly in the bathroom, mixed myself a drink (realizing I did not have permission to do so and would probably be punished for it) and sat on the sofa waiting. I flipped through the television stations, settling on a soft-core porn program that seemed to feature lesbian scenes. I mixed myself another drink. Needless to say I was more than "ready" when I finally heard a key in the lock. I switched off the television, quickly removed my empty glass from the coffee table, and stood beside the sofa as she entered. 

She was not alone.

She was chatting it up with a well dressed black man. He was quite attractive, standing just a little taller than she, well-built with creamy, rich dark chocolate skin and piercing brown eyes. I could tell his suit was expensive, as was the cashmere coat draped over this arm. I glanced down at the tight maid uniform and paused for only a second before hurrying over to help her with her coat and to take his from him. I hung their things in a closet.

"This is my assistant Georgia." Lee introduced me absently.

I could feel the man's gaze comb over my curves appreciatively and I felt myself blush, thankful that my dark cheeks hid my embarrassment. I wondered why Lee had asked me to come here. I wondered, with some apprehension, what Lee had in mind. Snapping back to the moment, I smiled at the introduction and nodded shyly at the man who had clearly had enough to drink already.

"Georgia, I'll have a scotch and soda."

"The same," the man requested.

I nodded, not sure how to make a scotch and soda, but I figured I would give it a shot. Two parts scotch and one part coke sounded good to me. I brought them their glasses, careful not to bend over too far as I placed the drinks on the coffee table before them. I glanced up in time to see her guest trying to look down the front of my uniform. Even I had to admit the top hugged my breast in a way that drew attention. I smiled at him shyly and stepped aside.

"Georgia take some notes while we finish up."

I nodded again, grabbing a pen and pad from the nearby desk. I listened and jotted down some notes as they negotiated the terms for buying a new computer program. It was a program that would enable a researcher to play a tape recorder and have the words automatically typed into a word processing document. The program would then help code the interviews. I had to admit I was a bit intrigued as I listened to them talking over the details. I began imagining how helpful the program would be for market researchers in the field. It took me a moment to realize they were no longer talking and Lee had called my name for the second time. I stood quickly, retrieved their glasses and refreshed both drinks. I was annoyed with myself when Lee looked at me with those intense hazel-green eyes and I recognized disappointment.

The two of them continued to chat informally, having agreed on a price for the computer package. I sipped at a drink I had made for myself, grateful for the brief reprieve.

"Georgia." 

She only had to say it once this time. I made my way over to Lee without hesitation, standing at her side and waiting for further instructions. I was a little tipsy at this point, considering I was working on my sixth drink of the night.

"Cathy mentioned that you hesitated during your appointment."

My breath caught. Is this why she had ignored me for the past few days? I quickly recalled that evening, remaining silent. I wasn't sure how to respond with Lee's business associate watching our every move.

"Answer me, baby girl."

The throaty command forced a surge of heat through my body. She'd called me 'baby girl.' In front of someone else. That required that I respond appropriately. But in front of this strange man? Her business associate?

"Ms. Caldwell, perhaps we could discuss this later?" I said meekly.

Before I finished uttering the words I knew they were a mistake. Lee turned to face me, those intoxicating eyes flashing with anger briefly, a brow raised.

"What did you say?" She demanded, her deep voice harsh.

I stared at her for a moment, sending her a silent plea of understanding, but all I could see was impatience on her face. I swallowed, forcing myself into the role, reminding myself that I was so happy when I pleased her. And so I responded appropriately, ignoring the surprise registering on the man's face.

"I'm sorry Daddi, I was a little nervous." I said to her softly.

Lee narrowed her eyes, "what did you say to me in the office before you went to the appointment?"

"That I would try, Daddi."

Lee nodded, sipping at her drink. I swallowed again, my entire body flushed. God, I didn't understand it but my nipples were hard and my center was tingling with excitement. How could public humiliation arouse me? What new things was I learning about myself every day with this woman?

"Harold, what do you think I should do to her for disappointing me?"

I was sure I would die from embarrassment when she directed the question to her guest. I refused to look at him as he seemingly thought about my punishment.

"Spank her."

His baritone voice filled the room and my breath caught once again. I could feel the heat between my thighs intensify and I decided, right then and there, that I was a sick puppy. The idea of Lee spanking me, especially in front of a stranger, had me wet, hot, and hungry. It was wrong, I knew it. It was inappropriate in this context, I knew that too. But I didn't give a damn. I waited silently for someone to say something, anything.

"Come here, baby girl."

She was perched on the edge of the sofa, her thighs together in the typical position of a parent about to spank a child. She tapped her lap and I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to lay across her for a spanking, my bare ass on display for her and this man to enjoy. She wanted to take me down a notch, to teach me a lesson, to teach me to obey. I hesitated, even though I knew it would anger her. As desperate as I was for it, something stopped me. Childhood socialization, guilt at wanting such a thing to occur, shock that this was really happening and that I wanted it to happen? I'm not sure which, but something stopped me. The room was silent as I stood there, staring down at her lap covered in black silk (she had on a black silk pants suit to die for!). She, too, was waiting for me to do as she asked, watching as I struggled with my internalized resistance. I wasn't sure what would happen if I didn't obey her but I was pretty sure I didn't want to find out.

And so I took a deep breath and positioned myself across her lap, trying desperately to make sure the short skirt did not rise up. The attempt to keep my buttocks covered was, of course, ridiculous. The skirt rose and I could feel cool air as it caressed my exposed backside. I closed my eyes, wondering if her guest was watching, absolutely certain he was. I wish I could say I was angry with her. I wish I could say I stood up and stormed out of there and away from their sick games. But no. I waited. I waited for her touch, even if the result would be pain. I wanted to give in to her. I wanted her to take possession of me.

It seemed an eternity passed as Lee lightly stroked my backside, continuing her casual conversation with her guest. He simply grunted some responses. I think I knew why he had a hard time focusing. I, on the other hand, relished in the feel of the blood rushing to my head as I lay across her lap and tried to ignore the fact that surely this man, sitting with my naked ass just inches from his face, could see the juices running down my inner thighs. Finally I felt her lean across me and put her glass on the coffe table. I tensed as her voice washed over me.

"Relax baby girl, and count for me."

I did as she asked, counting off each whack on my ass, stunned and virtually pushed over the edge instantaneously as her hand brutally made contact with my exposed, heated flesh over and over again. I had tears running down my cheeks at twenty, by thirty I was squirming around on her lap, trying to avoid her, no longer caring that I couldn't hide the fact that I was crying. By forty I was begging her to stop, promising to be a good girl, assuring her it would never happen again. She stopped at fifty and shifted her hand to cover my mound. She could feel I was sopping wet as she manipulated my painfully erect clit. I didn't have to wait long as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, nor could I stop the bark of pleasure that escaped me.

Her slight movements indicated that she wanted me to get up, so I stood, reaching up to wipe the tears from my face. I thought I would feel better, but I was more aroused now than I had been before the spanking. My ass was on fire and it felt...well, absolutely delicious. She was watching me, those hazel-green eyes melting me on the spot. But I truly did not expect to hear her next words.

"That will be all, Georgia." 

I wasn't sure what was happening, but it was clear I was being dismissed. They were chatting casually and all but ignored me as I hurried into the bathroom, dressed and left.





Lee



I continued to watch as she slid open a drawer hidden in one of the wall panels. When she turned around, she held what looked like a ping pong paddle, except it was made of black leather. If my skin color would have allowed it, I would have paled at the sight of it. My ass was still recovering from Friday's ordeal.

She approached me, simply waiting. I knew what she wanted. I kicked off my pumps, stepped out of my cream slacks and removed my panties. I faced her desk, leaning over to make my buttocks protrude as much as possible. She said only four words before she began.

"Not one sound Georgia," she warned softly.

It was far worse than her hand, the feel of that paddle as it struck me over and over again. I wondered why no one knocked to inquire about what sounded like a thunderously loud noise to me. I let the tears stream down my cheeks unchecked, but I was careful not to make any noise. I have no idea how long she paddled me, but I knew I would not be able to sit down comfortably for days. She stopped as suddenly as she began, but I was careful not to move. Although I was in a great deal of pain, I could not deny how excited I was. My skin tingled all over and I could feel an orgasm simmering beneath the surface. I felt her move away from me, heard her open another drawer, but still I waited. My forehead rested on her desk and I didn't even move my trembling arms to wipe the tears away. Moments later I felt her behind me again and suddenly something hard and long entered me from behind. I tried to stifle the moan as the thick, oversized dildo filled me, but I couldn't. She reached around me to squeeze a nipple through my shirt.

"Not a sound Georgia" she whispered harshly, her voice rough.

I could tell from her breathing she was aroused. I wanted to please her enough for her to fall into the abyss of an orgasm with me. So I obeyed, moving with her as she fucked me with that large dildo. She reached around to rub my mound and I had to bite my lip to avoid making any noise. I think I tasted blood at one point as she fucked me relentlessly. I knew for sure anyone walking by would hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, but I didn't care. Instead I held onto my arousal, savoring it, needing the release but wanting to wait for her. Her movements became a little faster, a little harder and I knew she was getting close. I waited as long as I could before I ran head first into my orgasm, my body shuddering as I swallowed down the scream of pleasure trying to escape. She was right behind me, her movements jerky as she expelled a harsh breath. I could feel her trembling as she leaned against me for just a moment.

She moved away abruptly. I heard drawers opening and closing again, as well as the rustle of clothing. She was changing clothes as I continued to lean against her desk, my bottom still exposed. After a few minutes, she moved to sit behind her desk once again.

"It was a pleasure working with you, Ms. Ashton." 

And she dismissed me, just like that. She picked up the phone and dialed a number, chatting on the line as I dressed as quickly and quietly as I possibly could. When I closed her office door behind me (she didn't say another word to me), I simply shut my computer down, grabbed my things and left for the day, not giving a damn that it was only 1:30.





Lee and Diane



Lee and Diane came over for dinner, one night when our girls were both out. After dinner, the conversation turned to computers, and computer games. I mentioned that I had several games, including some very adult games, one of which was called INTERSEX, a Monopoly type game for consenting adults. Since, by then, everyone had had several rounds of drinks, it was decided to try the game, and anyone could call it quits at any point they felt uncomfortable. In setting up the game, we decided to use the Slow Start option, allowing everyone to ease into the situation. When I was typing in the answers for the players, I asked Diane if she wanted to be listed as Straight, Gay or Bisexual -- surprisingly, she answered Bi. Lee and I both answered Straight. My wife Carol decided that there was no point in only Diane being Bi, because without another Bi or a Gay, there would be no interaction available for her with a woman, and that if Carol was going this far, she might as well go all the way, so she told me to put her in as Bi too.

The game started slowly, since that's what we asked for. After a dozen rounds, much of the property was bought up, and I was down to my underwear, and the other three of them had all lost their shirts, but Carol wasn't wearing a bra, so she was topless, while Diane was in her bra. Because of the situation with people we didn't know all that well, Carol's nipples were already extremely hard, since only she was topless at this point.

I received a turn that said I was to be blindfolded for the next five rounds, trusting the other players to tell me what was going on. On my next turn, I was told I lost my underwear, which I removed. I was then told that the game told all the other players to undress each other, enjoying themselves as the did.

I couldn't see anything, only hear the sounds of kissing and clothes coming off. Carol told me later what happened during that time -- Lee and Diane passionately kissed, while undressing each other. Once naked, Lee briefly rubbed her tits, and fingered her, will she played with his cock and balls. Then, they both turned to Carol, and while Lee deeply kissed her and rubbed her tits, Diane removed her pants and panties, briefly rubbing Carol's ass and cunt. Although Carol would rather have a man touching her, Diane's fingers felt wonderful.

Once the game restarted, I was told that Carol had to be a sex slave for Diane. Again, I couldn't see, only hear, and wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but I could figure out some, and imagine the rest. Later, Carol filled me in on this part too.

Without using words, so I wouldn't know what was going on, Diane put Carol on the bed on her back, and signaled Carol to keep her arms and legs spread, as if she was tied down. Diane and Lee each got on either side of her, and began fondling, and then sucking, her breasts. When Lee dropped his hand to her cunt, it was extremely wet -- Carol was not only enjoying the attention, she was also turned on that I was there, but didn't really know what was happening and therefore couldn't see the satisfied expression on her face, the way her hips were already moving in pleasure.

Diane then had Lee put his cock into Carol's mouth, and she hungrily ate him. Meanwhile, Diane took over fingering Carol's cunt, turning her on even more. Before Lee could come in Carol's mouth, even though he wanted to, Diane had him fuck Carol. As Carol began to buck her hips into him, Diane brought her cunt to Carol's hand, and Carol eagerly fingered her, quickly bringing Diane to her first orgasm of the evening, since Carol knew exactly what felt good to a woman, and that triggered Carol to also come. Finally, Lee came inside Carol, and they all slowly calmed down. Diane softly told Carol to stay on the bed, since she was her sex slave, and she would tell Carol what came next in the game. Since I was still blindfolded, and Carol was on the bed, Lee and Diane completely took control of the situation.

Next, they told me I was to eat Carol out. I was somewhat surprised to find her cunt full of come. When I began to suck her, I easily brought her to another orgasm, since it really turned her on to have me eating another man's come out of her.

For the next two rounds, while I remained blindfolded, Carol did everything they told her the game said she was to do -- sucking both cocks and allowing both of us men to fuck her repeatedly. When Diane told Carol to eat her, although hesitant at first, she decided to try. Diane tasted different from her, but that only added to Carol's enjoyment, and she loved it -- every time she made Diane come, she came with her. Carol had never been so turned on.

Finally, Diane let Carol off the bed when it was time for my blindfold to come off. I didn't know all the things Carol had done, but she was dripping with both sweat and come, and she looked extremely happy and satisfied. Since everyone had come several times, we decided to end the game, and shortly after that, Lee and Diane left.

Once alone, Carol filled me in on most of the details of the evening. When pressed by me, she finally admitted that she was turned on by sex with another woman, and even more turned on to be forcefully told exactly what to do, since that allowed her naturally shy, but horny, self to totally enjoy all the sex, without having to make any of the decisions about how, where, who. As Carol told me about how she felt, and what she had done, I again got hard, and we fucked one more time before going to sleep.

We found out later that Lee and Diane also talked about the evening, and they decided they liked telling Carol what to do, liked having a sex slave, and began to plan to make it happen again.

The following weekend, they invited us over to dinner, where the four of us were alone in the house. After giving Carol a couple glasses of wine, they told us that they wanted her to be their sex slave again that evening. After giving me a questioning look, and receiving an affirmative nod from me, she agreed. They told her to strip, and stay naked throughout dinner. Carol was embarrassed to be nude, while the rest of us were dressed, but she was also turned on by the attention -- every time any of us was near her, we would rub her tits, her ass, even slip a quick finger into her. By the end of dinner, Carol was sitting in a wet spot on her chair.

As we were sitting at the table, having after-dinner drinks, Lee said we should all remove our pants, and sit back down. Then, he told Carol to go under the table, and suck all of us, moving around, not letting anyone come. Since she was ready for sex, she did as told, and even though she didn't let any of us come, Carol came several times.

As we all got turned on, the party moved into their bedroom, with Carol again being both the center of attention, and a willing participant, once again greedily doing everything asked of her.

When it was time for us to leave, they kept Carol's clothes, telling her to ride home naked. Even though we had just had a full night of sex, Carol was still so turned on, made even more so by riding nude through San Jose, that she fingered her cunt all the way home. It was obvious to both of us that she really enjoyed this sex slave stuff.

Again, like our previous time with them, when we got home, we had passionate sex, reliving and discussing all the memories of the evening.

Once again, the following weekend, we were invited to dinner. Carol was told to wear her shortest, thinnest dress, with nothing on under it. When we arrived, Diane met us at the door, and while we were still on the porch, she fingered Carol to an orgasm. Upon entering, we were shocked to find another couple already there. Carol felt that she had a good thing going with Lee and Diane, but strangers were a whole different story. After introductions, and a drink for all, still another couple showed up. Lee told Carol to take her dress off, but she refused. Diane took Carol into the bedroom, and ate her out to just short of coming, then abruptly stopped. She asked Carol if she wanted more, and of course, Carol said she did, so she told her to take her dress off. This time Carol agreed, thinking she could put it back on before they left the room. After eating Carol to an orgasm, Diane kissed her, letting her taste her own juices, and while rubbing her nipples with both hands, asked if Carol hadn't enjoyed the previous two weeks. Carol said she had, but she couldn't behave like that in front of total strangers. Diane pointed out that the first night, they were practically strangers, and that Carol had enjoyed everything that had happened with them, and that this time wouldn't be any different, that their friends were all gentle, discreet people, and Carol would come to no harm, in fact she would enjoy this even more. Reluctantly, Carol agreed to try, shyly coming out of the bedroom naked.

All the people reacted as if Carol was still fully clothed -- no one staring, or touching her, or even making any remarks about her condition. But Carol knew that she was naked, and knew that they knew, and could barely stand being in the same room. To cover her embarrassment and calm her nerves, she quickly drank a couple glasses of wine, and began to relax and starting really looking forward to whatever was to come.

As it became obvious that Carol was slowly becoming more confident, people began briefly touching her, her ass and tits, first Lee and Diane, and then gradually the other two couples. Once again, Carol found it extremely exciting to be the center of attention, and began to enjoy herself, mingling freely with the crowd, and when one of the other men reached for her cunt, she willingly spread her legs to allow him access.

During dinner, as the food began to counteract the wine, Carol again became embarrassed to be the only nude, but then that fact, and the humiliation she felt, only added to her sexual excitement. After dinner, Lee told Carol to go under the table again, which she willingly did, but somewhat confused as to what she was to do, because everyone was still wearing pants. Lee had Carol stay there, while everyone adjourned to the living room, removed their pants, and came back to the table, sitting in other seats so that Carol didn't really know who was who, but then she really didn't care. She willingly attacked the first cock she came to, and worked her way around to all the people, sucking cocks and licking cunts.

After a while of this, it was clear that Carol couldn't keep up with seven other people, and satisfy all of them, or even do a really good job of teasing, since it was so long before she would get back to any one person. So Lee moved the entire party to the living room, where everyone finished stripping. Carol liked this part, because she could now see who owned of the big cock she found under the table, and without being told, she dropped to her knees and began to suck it for all she was worth.

But Lee and Diane decided she was being too much an orgy participant and not being enough of a slave, so they blindfolded Carol, and had herlay in the middle of the floor. Then, Diane told her to masturbate for all of us to watch. This would normally appall her, but by now she was turned on enough to comply. As Carol fingered her clit with one hand, she easily inserted four fingers of the other hand into her cunt. She found that she liked showing off, and showing herself to all these people, so much like she had enjoyed showing off for the camera when we made a sex video on our weekend away for my birthday. Carol quickly came, since it turned her on so much to be watched by all these people as she played with herself. The rest of the night was a blur of sexual activity, as Carol made herself available for whoever wanted her doing whatever they wanted. Carol had them all, and they had Carol -- big cocks and small, other women's tits and cunts, and she loved it.

The following week, Lee told Carol he had a special treat for her, and we were to come over Wednesday night. When we got there, Diane had new lingerie for Carol, and a skimpy dress to go over it. Lee said Carol, he and I were going out, but wouldn't tell us where, but said we would both enjoy it. He told Carol to have a couple of glasses of wine, and then we left. In the car, he said we were going to a bachelor party for a friend of his, and that he would introduce us as two of his friends, but would not mention we were married.

At the party, Carol stayed close to Lee while I mingled with the other eight guys that were there. As the two professional strippers performed, Carol was extremely nervous, not knowing, but guessing, what would be expected of her. Since the party had plenty of wine, she drank enough to have the courage to do anything.

After the strippers left, Lee called Carol to the center of the room, and told the guys that although she didn't have the body of the previous two dancers, she did have something they didn't -- the willingness and desire to do anything the guys wanted. As the music again started, Lee told Carol to dance and slowly strip. Between the wine she'd had, watching the professionals, and seeing the obvious desire on the faces of all the guys, Carol put on a terrific strip show.

Once she was naked, and the music stopped, Lee told everyone that the guest of honor, the groom-about-to-be, had the privilege of going first, and asked him what he wanted. Not wanting to get undressed in front of his buddies, he asked for a blowjob. As Carol got on her knees in front of his chair and unzipped his pants, she found a cock that was only half hard, since he was somewhat shy. But she knew how to fix a cock that wasn't hard, and she set to work, sucking him until he came in her mouth, which caused her to also come. Seeing their friend getting blown, the other guys began to undress, waiting their turns.

As soon as Carol swallowed the groom's come, she asked who was next -- several guys shouted Bull was next. When she asked who Bull was, a guy stepped up with the biggest cock she had ever seen, and this one was hard, and ready, and she knew why he was called Bull. Seeing that big cock, she was even more ready than he was, and asked how he wanted her. He said he wanted her to sit on his cock. As he lay down, Carol straddled him, and tried to get that cock into her cunt, but it was just too big to go in. Not wanting to give up this chance, Carol sucked him just enough to get that cock good and wet, while fingering her cunt even wetter, stretching herself out with her fingers. Again she got on her knees over his cock, and spreading her cunt lips with both hands, she got his head inside, and immediately she came. As her knees sagged, his cock slammed further into her, causing her to come again and again. Once she had him all the way inside, she began to ride up and down on that big cock, feeling better than she had ever felt, completely filled with cock.

As Carol was fucking him, another guy brought his cock to her mouth, and she eagerly sucked him off. Finally, that big cock came inside her, causing her still another orgasm.

The rest of the night, all the guys there, except for Lee and me, had Carol anyway they wanted -- one, two, even three at a time, and she took all that cock, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, and she loved every bit of it.

When we finally got back to Lee's house, he fucked Carol, while once again I watched. Once he was done, I was allowed to fuck her, but her cunt was so stretched out from all the fucking, and was so full of come, that it felt like I was fucking a tub of hot butter -- I could barely feel the sides of her cunt. But, it didn't matter, because I was so turned on having watched her get fucked so many times, that I came in less than a dozen strokes.



Lee and the Adult Bookstore



A little background first. I was 36 and my wife was 22 when this all started. We met in a bar and fell instantly for each other. The first time we were together, we knew sex was going to be our reason for meeting. We married 5 months later and now 10 years later, it feels like the first 5 months. 

We experimented sexually like all young couples. Reading Penthouse letters, watching porn, and talking out fantasies. However, I couldn't tell her all, because they would not be fantasy anymore. 3 months after we married, we had our first 3-some with a buddy of mine. Not much to it, just drink, get high then get naked. It seemed very natural to us. We both enjoyed sex period. Before Lee, I was a hound, fucked anything and everything. I had been to the adult bookstores and had my dick sucked off by some anonymous mouth in the booth next to mine. Anything was a go. 

Well let's get to the story. 

Lee wanted something different in the bedroom. She was very vocal and liked to be watched. We talked for a week about doing various things when I mentioned an Adult Bookstore. She had never been, but was very intrigued. By the end of the week, she was talking about nothing else. Thinking about my wife sucking a cock, a stranger's cock was keeping me hard all day long, every day.

The day had arrived. Lee dressed slutty like usual. She wore a green bustier with a matching green skirt that was really short. Panties were something she didn't even own, so she was naked underneath. We went out for light casual dinner, but had plenty of drinks to get our courage up. My stomach was doing flip-flops the whole night. Nervous excitement. We drove to the Red Letter Newsstand on Harry Hines Blvd. The Red Letter was not top of line but had exactly what I wanted in it. We parked in front and walked in like we owned the place. All eyes immediately went to Lee and her outfit. It frightened her at first with guys practically fighting to get into the same aisle as her. She soon realized they only wanted to look and talk (in the storefront). Lee would walk down and aisle and bend over to look and have her pussy bare for all to see. Her tits would almost fall out while looking at a magazine. She would seductively smile and suck on a finger while moaning a little bit. However, she grew tired of this and wanted to check the rest of the place. 

I took her into the private viewing area and we selected some movies to watch. I placed the quarters into the machine and we watched and picked through the movies. Lee gets very horny and again is very vocal. She was moaning and rubbing my cock through my pants. She then turned the attention to herself and sat back and put a hand under her skirt and started fingering herself. She started (very loudly) asking me to eat her pussy. I dropped to my knees and dove in. She has the best tasting pussy I've ever had. Lee started Cumming immediately. When she comes she shouts, "Fuck, Fuck, suck my pussy, bite that clit you mother-fucker." Well this brought some of the guys into the hallway. We could here them outside. I reached over and opened the door a crack and we could see a couple of guys jacking off in the hall. Lee just smiled and licked her lips looking at two hard cocks standing right in front of her. She pulled her skirt up higher and let them look at her pussy while they jacked off. One of the guys asked if she would suck him off. She said maybe later if he was up to it. I could see where this was headed and loved every minute of it. She shut the door and told me to take off my pants. She dropped to her knees and sucked me for a little bit then sat on me while watching the movie. I was pumping my cock into her for all I was worth. Lee reached over and opened the door again, only one guy was still there. His eyes bugged out and jaw dropped. He was looking at my cock going in and out of her pussy while she played with her tits. Lee asked him if he would like to join us and he couldn't get into the booth fast enough. He brought his cock to her mouth and she devoured it. She was cock hungry and nothing was going to stop her tonight. After a few minutes of sucking, she asked the guy " Would you like some of this pussy?" 

He said "Hell yes". 

Lee then raised off of me and told him "You first have to lick it off of his dick if you want to get close to this" while saying this she shoved a couple of fingers into her cunt and raised them to his mouth. 

He dropped down and savagely started licking her cum off of my cock. Diving down to my balls and giving me some of the best head I've ever had. 

I was just about to come when Lee stopped him and ask him to shove his cock into her pussy. She bent over and shoved her tits into my face while he got behind her and slammed that 8" cock into her from behind. 

" Suck my tits and make me cum. don't stop fucking me, harder, harder, oh you mother-fuckers. Go deeper, faster. Lick my nipples, suck them, and bite them. Goddamn you do it you bastards". 

This guy could not get over his good fortune and came fountains. 

"Oh I can feel him coming in me, he is filling me up, Oh fuck." 

She turned and kissed him with great passion, we did not even know his name, but he satisfied her for the moment, and she was grateful for it. 

He pulled out and left us to ourselves, closing the door behind him. 

Lee started crying and asking me for forgiveness. I told her she was perfectly fine, I got what I wanted. A fantasy untold but lived out with her. 

I asked her to sit down and lay back. She did and I started eating that cum filled pussy out. I had always wanted a cream pie, and now I was getting a stranger filled one. I shoved my tongue up that cunt as far as I could. I wanted that cum in my mouth. And I got a great big spoonful of it. I moved up and kissed her and she attacked my tongue and mouth tasting him and her all over me. 

This was just the beginning of the night. Lee moved back to my un-satisfied cock and started sucking me off and looking at me. 

"Did you like watching him fuck me?" Lee asked.

She knew the answer and came up and kissed me. 

"Would you like to do more tonight or do you want to go home?" 

" I want more but I need to cum" I told her. 

The stranger must have said something to the others there, because a hard cock came through the glory hole next to her head.

Lee looked at it and asked "Do you want me to suck this one off?"

I couldn't deny our pleasure and assured her "Drink that cum you slut"

She reached over and started jacking it back and forth. The dick was probably 6-7 inches and thick like mine. 

I could hear the guy next door moaning and whispering, "Suck it girl don't let me down."

Lee did just that. She started tonguing the cock head and rubbing it all over her cheeks and looking at me with that wanton slut look she gets. 

I still hadn't cum and she asked me to get on the floor with her. You could smell cock on her breath, she kissed me. Then without asking she pulled me to the cock and put it in my mouth. 

Now I had fantasized about sucking a cock before and now it was coming true. 

Lee whispered in my ear "Swirl your tongue around the head and then dive down as far as you can, he'll love it."

The guy obviously did, he started moving back and forth into my mouth trying to go deeper. 

Lee got lower on the floor and started sucking my dick, which only made me suck harder on the mysterious cock next door. 

His cock started swelling up and I knew he was going to cum but didn't know if I could take it or not. 

He yelled out "here it cums bitch"

His cock made a quick jerk and a blast of cum jetted into my mouth, causing me to gag. I swallowed as much as I could. He kept pumping until he was through using my mouth as a depository. He pulled out and dropped down to the glory hole and looked at me. 


He said "Damn, you suck better than your wife."

In the meantime, I still hadn't cum, I was too busy concentrating on getting the other guy off. 

Lee stood up and announced she was ready for some more and wanted to go to the theater. 

We went back up front, and the attendant said " You need to clean your beard off a little"

I hadn't noticed that some of the cum had dropped into the lower half of my beard. 

Lee leaned in and sucked it out and then kissed me. 

The attendant said " Oh my! You two are going to be very popular here."

We got our tickets and moved to the theater. It was dark when we entered and a movie showing two girls sucking and trading off on a huge dick was playing. We found two seats on a row near the back about half way in. We sat down and looked around. There were two other couples and several single males. The singles were watching the other couples who were in various stages of undress and into making each other feel good. Lee started fingering herself while watching the action. She lowered her top and pulled me in to suck her tits. 

Lee said "Suck on my nipples and pull on them hard."

I did just that and was harder than a rock. I opened my eyes and noticed a single had moved onto our aisle about 3 seats away. One of the couples moved back behind us and sat down. 

The woman asked "Do you guys mind if we join you?"

Lee reached behind her and pulled the woman forward and kissed her on the mouth. The single moved over another seat to get a better view. The woman's man took this as a good sign and leaned over and took Lee's other tit into his mouth and started sucking it in. Lee started moaning and the guy stood up and pulled out his cock and laid it across both women's mouths. He wasn't hard and it was about 8 inches long and thick. Lee and the woman started sucking him hard trading out his cock like the women were on the movie. The woman stood and removed her top and brought her tits to Lee's mouth so she could suck on them. The single in the aisle had moved next to us and started sucking the other guys dick. He was getting hard now. It had grown about 2 more inches and was just as thick. The woman had hung over the row and was now eating Lee's pussy and had moved into a 69 with Lee. Lee was munching on the pussy above her and the man had pulled out of the guys mouth and moved behind his wife. He plunged into the pussy and started pounding her from behind. The single stood up and brought himself over to me and I greedily sucked my second cock of the night. 

Lee was moaning and started Cumming all over the womans face. The told us he was fixing to cum in her cunt. Lee dropped into the aisle and stuck her face in the singles ass and was licking him and tonguing his asshole. 

He said "That's it, suck my cock mother fucker. Your old lady has got her tongue way up my ass and it feels good."

As he said this he swelled up and he pulled out and started Cumming all over my face. 

Lee jumped up and pushed him out of the way and kissed and licked the cum off of me. The other woman wanted in as well and she started kissing me and Lee. Her husband jumped over the row and was moving in behind Lee and stuck his face in her ass. 

This drove Lee mad with desire and begged the man to take her right then and there. 

Lee said "Oh shit, put that cock in my ass. Bring it here and slam that mother fucker home."

The single had leaned over and was eating the woman out on the row behind us. I was left out again. So I dropped down and stuck my face in his ass. 

He said "Get it wet fucker and then slam that cock in me."

I did just that. I ran my tongue and spit all over that asshole.

Lee "Do it mother fucker put your cock in him, I want to watch you fuck another man. I want to see you cum in his ass. You do it and I will be yours forever."

Remember the fantasy?

Well I had never had Lee in the ass or anyone else, and my first was a man while my wife got her ass fucked by a stranger as she watched me. 

I moved up an placed my cock at the entrance and moved slowly in. 

The man "Don't go slow, I can take it man, just give it to me."

I rammed it in and it was so tight. It was indescribable. But I started moving it back and forth trying to get as deep as I could. The woman stood and leaned over and started kissing me while grabbing his cheeks and pulling them apart. I was in deep and the guy was begging for more.

The guy said "Give me that cock, pound my ass. I want to feel your cum in me. Come on and pour it on."

I must have been crazy with lust, because I started moving like a rabbit. It didn't take long for me to cum and I filled his ass with it. He was breathing harder than me and asking for more. I continued as long as I could before it was just too sensitive. When we finished, we all just sat back and watched Lee get her ass pounded. 

Lee was almost yelling "Give it to me, put it in deeper, come on fuck me harder you son of a bitch. God I'm Cumming over and over. Keep fucking me, I love it. 

The man said "Here it cums bitch. Take it in your ass. Oh, fuck, fuck, it feels so fucking good. Yesssssssss. Ahhhhh, fuck. Goddamn, you're a good fuck." As he pulled out. 

Lee looked at me with glazed over eyes and said "We may never be able to top this night, but let's try next weekend."

We exchanged numbers with the couple and went home where Lee presented me with an ass full of cum she wanted me to suck out. I did with pleasure.