26 comments/ 96544 views/ 7 favorites Molly and Me By: Denham_Forrest Molly and Me By Denham Forrest, The Wanderer This very short tale about nothing, is dedicated to friend good friend of mine, I'm sure he'll know who he is. We all wish you the best my friend and hope to see you writing again very soon. But just a little hint before anyone gets out of his/her pram. This is another of those stories where the reader has to be careful not to prejudge anything. My thanks go to Angelina, PapaGus and Deryk for their assistance in preparing this story for posting. But I have had to make a couple of minor changes at the last minute. * There I was, wandering around the hotel's public rooms, somewhat furtively asking people I vaguely remembered meeting in the previous few days if they'd seen my wife Molly, and at the same time trying not to make it too obvious that I'd completely lost track of her. I'll be honest with you, I was getting more than a little worried; I'd last seen Molly about three hours previously and she'd been in conversation with the very disreputable Gordon Hamster. ----- Hamster wasn't exactly a Casanova, but word had it that he had an eye for the ladies on the quiet. He was good looking and reputedly he could be hazardous to connubial bliss. Mind you, rumour had it that he rarely -- if ever -- got the chance to indulge himself, because usually wherever Gordon Hamster went, his rather beautiful, somewhat possessive -- or possibly distrusting -- and very jealous wife, Katrina, was to be found not very far away. I should imagine you get the general idea. However, I, and everyone else who had been in residence at the hotel that week, was well aware that Katrina had had a pretty serious accident while water-skiing a day or so previously. By all accounts she was stretched out on a bed in traction at the local hospital. That kind of changed the status quo, by my reckoning. When I had last seen Molly, she had been sitting up at a bar in one of the hotel's lounges. I'd had to leave her for a few minutes to make a quick telephone call to check in with the boss. Hamster had entered the lounge just as I was leaving and I'd lingered for a few moments, just long enough to watch him spot, and then make a bee-line for Molly. I had wondered whether I should return to the bar myself, but I figured that Molly is a big girl, and that she could look after herself. Lets face it, she wouldn't be in the business we're in, if she couldn't handle a sleaze like Hamster, would she? Well I believe that was how my mind worked at the time. And well, I was a little late calling in to the office anyway and theoretically it would only take me a few minutes. And lastly, I was damned sure that Molly would get thoroughly pissed-off with me if she thought I was playing the part of the jealous husband, if you understand me. As it turned out, things had been moving along at a hell of a pace back at the office. Not only did my boss fill me in on numerous changes that had taken place in the previous twenty-four hours, but a couple of my colleagues had things they wanted to clarify with me as well. Consequently I was tied up on the telephone for nigh on fifteen, maybe even as long as twenty minutes. When I eventually arrived back in the lounge, to my dismay there was no sign of either Molly or Hamster. Keeping my cool as much as I could, and pretending to myself that I was not panicking, I went over to the bar and got myself a stiff drink. Then as subtly as I could, I enquired of the barman if he'd seen where Molly had gone, and with whom, if anyone. Whether he'd been slipped a few bob by Hamster -- or he was expecting the prick would prove to be generous later -- the barman informed me that he been busy and hadn't noticed that Molly had left the bar until after she'd gone. When I tried to enquire about Hamster, the barman made out that he had no idea who the guy was. It was all very unconvincing, as far as I was concerned anyway. I then did the rounds as rapidly as I could. Not one of the guys out the front remembered seeing Molly leave, and the same went for the people round the pool and out in the hotel grounds. That left the hotel's gym, public rooms and bars- and, of course, our own, Molly and my, suite or, most disconcertingly from my perspective, Hamster's own suite. My main problem was that it was such a damned great big hotel and there were so many damned public areas. And numerous different ways of getting between any of them; consequently, if Molly were moving around, then I could easily miss her and Hamster practically anywhere, as I went from one public area to another myself. After another twenty minutes of frantic searching -- actually meandering around and trying not to make it look obvious that I was searching for the missing Molly -- eventually I went up to the reception desk and asked the guy there if he'd happened to notice my wife heading towards our room. "Mr. Burns, yes, I think I have seen your wife," the slimy bugger smiled at me, "I do believe it was Mrs. Burns I saw going up to the rooftop lounge with Monsieur Hamster, about half an hour ago. They were most likely going to take a walk around the upper terrace. One gets a very good view of our beautiful sunset from up there." "Yeah, and you're half-way to the effing bedrooms, and no bugger's going to notice you getting into the lift from up there, either!" I almost added. But I just thought it instead. Shit, over the years he'd worked at that hotel, that slimy little wanker had probably seen hundreds of couples heading up to that mezzanine level, and I'll bet he knew exactly where they were going to end up. Still, trying to act as naturally and calmly as I could, I strolled across the hotel foyer and made my own way up onto the mezzanine level myself and from there I went on out onto the roof terrace. "You bloody bitch, Molly, how could you do this to me?" I'd found myself saying out loud as I tried not to rush up the stairs. Luckily, there was nobody close enough to hear me. After I'd taken a turn around the roof garden to convince myself that Molly was not out there, I then took the lift up to the sixth floor and made sure that Molly wasn't in our suite. I'll be honest with you, I almost picked up the telephone to call for official reinforcements in my search, but I chickened out. Molly had not been missing for very long and she would certainly chew my balls off about it anyway. I found myself straining to look over the balcony rail. God alone knows what I thought I was going to achieve. Maybe, I thought I might chance to hear Molly calling for help, or something from Hamster's suite, which was directly below ours. I heard nothing! You know, for an instant I thought about climbing down to the balcony of Hamster's suite, but I feared that at that time of the evening, someone might see me and take me for a sneak thief. That would have put the cat amongst the pigeons. Besides assuming that they were in there, Hamster would hear me climbing down and I would not be in the best position to defend myself. So after pacing the room for what seemed like eternity, I'd gone back downstairs and began touring the hotel's public spaces again. And that's where I was, when I caught sight of a grinning Molly, all but skipping out of one of the lifts. Furious, I took her by the arm and manhandled her back into the lift she'd just exited. "Where the fuck have you been?" I demanded, once the lift doors had closed. "You said it, hubby. I've been getting my arse screwed off, by the world's most wonderful lover!" she grinned back at me. "For fuck's sake, Molly. Everyone in that damned lounge must have seen you go off with Hamster. That supercilious frog out on reception..." "André is not French, Jim, he's Swiss!" "Trust you to know that. Anyway, the stuck up little shit knew where you two were headed anyway. Have you any idea how that makes me look in everyone's eyes?" "Ah, diddums! Is my loving husband all upset because someone might think he's a cuckold?" "Molly, leave it out, will you. You just didn't have to make it so bloody obvious. What the fuck was wrong with letting me know where you going anyway?" "It was a spur of the moment thing sweetheart..." At that instant the lift doors slid open on our floor and Molly stopped speaking just in case anyone overheard her. She didn't speak again until I'd closed the door to our suite. "Well?" I demanded. "Well, you went off to phone the boss and bugger me if Glamour Pants himself don't plonk his arse on the stool right next to me, almost the instant you'd gone." "Yeah, I saw the bugger enter the lounge." "And you didn't come running back to protect my virtue? How sweet of you, lover!" "Molly, I'll bloody swing for you one of these days. Get on with it?" "Ooh tetchy this evening, aren't we? Well anyway, then he starts giving me his line of shit!" Molly picked up the bottle of scotch we had on the side table and poured herself a stiff one. "Want one?" she asked, grinning at me. "No, thanks. And?" "Ah well, I thought I'd give it a whirl. Long time since I got picked up in a hotel bar." "You could have fooled me!" "Ooh, nasty. Has hubby got the hump? Shall Molly-kins make him feel better?" "Molly, I'll put you over my bloody knee and tan your bleeding arse for you in a minute. Now what happened?" "Oh, he took the bait and the next thing you know we're on our way up to his room." "I kinda gathered that. I've spent most of the bloody afternoon searching this fucking hotel for you." "Ah, diddums." "Molly, I swear..." "Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. He shagged me... five times!" "Five times? Holy shit!" "Oh, yeah, he was Mr. Wonderful in bed. The best lover I've ever had in my life. He gave me so many orgasms and I was begging him to give me more." "Molly!" I said angrily. "Hey, look, handsome, I was all prepared. I told the bugger that we couldn't do it without protection for obvious reasons. Well I told him I wouldn't like to catch anything and bring it back to my loving husband," Molly giggled again and I raised my hand as if threatening to strike her, "and well, I said that I couldn't afford to end up preggers either. But the sod pulled a packet of three out of his bloody briefcase, although, that did have its advantages later." "It did!" "Yeah, but I'll get to that in a minute. Well, after the crafty sod produced that packet of three that kinda stumped me for a minute. But then I thought... well I hadn't had much lately; I might as well have a little fun while I was at it. "Molly, fun is one thing, but five bloody times?" "Well, we had to use those buggers up, didn't we; and then I had to persuade Hamster that he was so good at it, and that I needed him so badly, that he just had to go find some more somewhere, didn't I?" "Charming!" "Ah, diddums!" "Molly, you say that one more time and I'll..." "Alright, alright, keep your bloody hair on! Hey look, don't think it was easy for me, he's fucking useless in bed. Typical of the type, he thinks he's God's gift to every female on the planet. I'm not kidding, I had to do some bloody good acting and use every trick in the book to get the bugger back up again after the second time." "So, why did you let him screw you five times?" "Well I needed him to go and get some more condoms, didn't I? Then, while he was gone, I searched his room. It saved you having to climb down to his room later. I never was keen on that idea. And him leaving his briefcase unlocked, well that was really opportune. Oh, you'd better warn the boss, Hamster carries two hand guns. He's got a Ruger and a Glock in that damned briefcase of his. We don't want him shooting up any Froggy cops when they pick him up tomorrow!" "What makes you think they'll grab him tomorrow?" "Stands to reason, they'll want to nick him and whoever he meets with when they make the switch. They're meeting on the Paris train tomorrow morning. From what I gathered they are going to meet in the dinning car or buffet car at ten o'clock sharp." "How the fuck do you know that?" "Hamster's a fucking idiot. You know I think the Yanks are on the wrong trip. It must be Katrina who has all the brains in that outfit. Hamster received a phone call, I was playing the 'sex-mad, dumb blond' and the plonker didn't realise that with the stupid code he was using, a bloody two year old could have worked out what he was saying. Anyway he'll have those papers, or whatever, with him and exchange them with whoever he meets on the train." "That will be a couple of North Korean guys. The boys have been watching one of Hamster's contacts and he met a couple of guys in Paris yesterday. They told me earlier that the Koreans' are booked onto a south bound train this evening and they must be heading back to Paris tomorrow morning." "Have they any idea what the Koreans are buying from him?" "Actually the boys suspect that it could be either way around. It could be that whatever they are exchanging doesn't include cash, information useful to each other or something very portable anyway. The Froggies will have to sort that one out. Maybe the Yanks really do know, but they aren't telling. He's one of theirs anyway and they started the ball rolling on this thing. But Jesus, Molly, five times?" "Oh, come on. I had to do him three times to use his bloody johnnies up. And then I had to do him again a couple of times, to ensure that he didn't realise I'd only conned him into getting some more, just so that I could search his gear while he was gone," she giggled again. "Hey, I nearly killed him. He thinks he picked up a bloody nymphomaniac. And guess what? He got a real kick out of screwing a married woman to start with. But before I left he was wondering how come you're still alive." "Oh thanks! That's all I need, you do realise that I've got to face everybody in the dining room over breakfast tomorrow; and a good proportion of them are going to know that Hamster has been shagging your arse off all afternoon." "Oh, and poor little hubby doesn't like the idea that everyone will think he's a cuckold?" Molly giggled again. "Cut it out, Molly!" "Oh, come, Jim, can't you take a joke?" "Molly, no wonder you don't keep your partners very long; if you take the piss out of them like this. I was really worried about you this afternoon, you know?" "Worried about what the boss would say if you had to tell him you'd lost me, you mean!" "No, be serious, Molly. Some of these marks can be dangerous. What if Hamster had twigged what you were up to? He could have killed you or something." "And that would worry you? Give over, Jim! Oh, you'd be embarrassed for a while that your partner had got herself killed on you. But hey, that's what the job's all about isn't it. I wouldn't be the first partner you've lost on an assignment." "They were all male, Molly. And besides..." "Besides what, Jim?" "Oh, nothing." "No, besides what, Jim?" "Oh, bugger, I've got kind-of attached to you in the last few months and I wouldn't like to see you get hurt. That's all!" "How attached, Jim?" "Just attached, that's all." "Jim, I take the piss, as you term it, out of my partners to keep things... you know, light hearted; so nothing kinda serious happens between us. But if it where my real husband... Yeah, well, are you attached enough to want off the hazardous assignment roster?" "What a strange question!" "Well, you know that the department won't allow married operatives or even people who are emotionally involved with each other, on the H list." I looked across at Molly and she had an unusually serious (for her) expression on her face. "You know it would mean a drop in pay?" I told her, "We wouldn't get our danger money any more either." "Yeah but, two can live almost as cheaply as one and we should both have a good stash tucked away by now. How long have you been on the H list?" "Seven years; since my wife ditched me." "Silly bitch, who did she ditch you for?" "Some captain of industry. She married the silly arse; still that saved me a bunch in alimony." "My old man was knocking off his secretary and got the little bitch preggers. It was either ditch me and marry her, or fork out for maintenance on the kid. I drew the short straw. Well rather, I told him I'd cut his balls off if he tried to get back into the house." "Knowing you, you'd do it as well!" "I chased the bugger out of the house with a stun gun in one hand and a carving knife in the other." "Holy shit, you're lucky he never called the police." "He tried to, but the department needed a female operative in the field, if you know what I mean. One phone call from up-stairs and all the files vanished." "Christ, remind me never to upset you?" "Hey , lover. Once we're married, all you got to do is keep it in your pants. You do that and I'll promise to keep my legs crossed." "Molly, we're in the middle of a very important case, have we just decided to get married?" "I think so. Sounds like the best idea you've come up with since we've been working together, anyway. "Good. For one horrible moment there I thought I was losing it completely." "Okay, then, you'd better call the boss and fill him in on Hamster's plans for tomorrow. And then you'd better ask him to pull both of our names off the H list tonight." "Tonight? He'll go bonkers!" "Well it's either that or we're both going to be on report tomorrow. I have it on good authority that you're shit hot in the sack." "You have?" "Yeah, Sandra in logistics. She's enjoyed rubbing my nose in it because you are allowed to shag her and not me." "Company policy, Molly." "Yeah, but you don't have to be such a stickler for the rules, Jim. You just call the boss, give him the low down on Hamster and I'll go get all cleaned up in the shower. Then when he's removed our names from the bloody H list, we'll see what Sandra keeps raving about. Perhaps, I'll get my first decent shag of the day!" I picked up the telephone and called the office again. Life goes on. Molly and Shirley There was a homeless woman I met by chance and allowed her to move into my house. Her name was Shirley. We were not any way intimate. I'm too old for that. She would sometimes wear really revealing clothes and I loved to look but there was still no action. She was about 28 years old and if she needed action she could certainly attract it somewhere with someone. She never even seemed to look for work but would be gone for several hours every week or so. I suspected she found someone much younger than me to get satisfaction. I knew she did some charity work because she had regular friends. She was attractive in an odd sort of way with blond hair and a reasonably trim figure. Later when I saw her in shorts or short dresses, I liked what I saw in her legs. She had some boobs but not enough to turn heads. At least she didn't turn mine. I didn't really care that she was not working. I didn't pry but suspected she had some kind of income because she contributed some to household expenses. It probably was not sufficient for what she consumed but again at my age, it was somewhat comforting to have someone around in case I collapsed for some reason. I didn't have a history of such things but you never know. It was like having a live in care giver. She did irritate me some of the time because she would act like the house was her house and she was in charge. I'm cool and don't really let such things bug me much. There was nothing in the world to help me keep track of time. I knew the months and the year but holidays surprised me and school terms beginnings and ending were as foreign to me as Greek Holidays. I knew they occurred but had not idea when. One day Shirley came into the kitchen where I was making some lunch. She informed me her niece was just getting out of school for the year. Her sister was in the service and going to have to deploy to an overseas assignment. She said she had invited Molly to come live with us for the next two years. Well, I just went along. I figured I could deal with some snotty nosed little girl since it wasn't a smart ass little boy. Speaking of "boy", boy was I surprised when this fairly tall, slim, attractive upper teenager was introduced to me. Her mother brought her over along with her clothes and a few other personal items. I had four bedrooms and we put her in one of them. I noticed her mother was very authoritative and Molly was very submissive. The mother told me and Molly that Shirley was in charge but if she wasn't around, I was to keep her in line. I asked if she was a problem. Her mother said, "No and she had better not be a problem". I said I thought we would get along fine. It seemed that as soon as Molly's mother had embarked on her way to her assignment Shirley began to harass poor Molly. She ridiculed her. Molly had just finished her sophomore year but was eighteen years old. Shirley began to call her stupid. Molly tried defending herself saying she had missed two years because of illness and that when she recovered she decided to continue so she could get her diploma. That didn't mean anything to Shirley. She had found someone who was submissive and she took every opportunity to embarrass or humiliate the poor girl. Sometimes I think she did it just to try to impress me. One day just as I came in I saw that Molly was on the back patio talking and laughing with two boys with whom she had gone to school. She seemed pretty popular, especially with the boys she would have been classmates with had she not had health issues. These guys were going to be sophomores at the local community college. They would come by after she got home from summer school where she was trying to catch up. Some of them had summer jobs but apparently they found her attractive because she was quite mature, intelligent and attractive though shy. I had just gotten in the house and when Shirley saw me sit down in the family room which had glass door access to the patio, she called Molly into the house. Molly came in right away leaving the two boys where they were. "Molly, it's time for the boys to go home so we can have our dinner. Please tell them." Molly said, "Yes, ma'am" and headed for the door. Shirley called her back, "Molly, before you go out to tell them, take off your shirt". Molly was wearing a pullover shirt. She was shocked, of course, and protested. Shirley said, "You know better than to talk back to me. You do as I say and don't just tell them out the door. You go out and give each one of them a kiss". Molly turned scarlet but she knew better than to refuse, so she pulled her shirt over her head and went out the door. She was wearing jeans and her bra. The bra was sufficient to cover her breasts, probably bigger than a bikini top, but it was the principle of the idea that she was in her underwear. The glass was open with just the screen closed and I heard her tell the boys she had been ordered to remove her shirt, tell them it was time to leave and give each a kiss. I could tell from where I sat that the boys saw this as erotic and had really silly grins on their faces. However they said nothing and left by the side gate. Molly came in. She was softly crying. She went to her room. I didn't look at her but really felt sorry for her. Within a few minutes, she returned to the family room and sat down. She had taken the pull over to her room but had returned without it. She was wearing just the bra on top. In a little bit she jumped up, went into the kitchen and I heard her cheerfully ask Shirley what she could do to help. I thought that was quick recovery. I didn't know if she was smart enough to be showing Shirley she was not letting Shirley get to her or if she hadn't really been all that upset. We had dinner, Molly was wearing just her bra on top, and didn't seem to care. This was the first time I had seen her less than fully dressed so it wasn't like this was something she had already been accustomed to doing in the house. Shirley didn't react at all. The next day three young men, former classmates of Molly, showed up. Though school was no longer in session the two guys who had been excused by Molly while she was in her bra had apparently told a third and they all came to see the show. Molly was embarrassed as she knew why there was suddenly more interest. Fortunately, Shirley was gone but I was there. I had been nicer to Molly than Shirley was, so I think she felt she was safe that day. Molly took the men out to the patio as before. I could hear them and though nothing was said about the previous experience, she was very tentative probably feeling that the two guys who had seen her in her bra were picturing her that way. Unfortunately, Shirley came home while the guys were still there. She went into her room and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I could see she had on a bra so she was just getting out of dressy clothes. She came into the family room and heard Molly and the boys talking. She went to the door and saw who was there. She turned to me. "Looks like her friends came back for a closer look. I recognize the two that were here yesterday. We don't want to disappoint them." With that comment she called Molly in. "You can't disappoint your friends, Molly. They obviously came to see a repeat performance of your previous one. Take off your shirt." Molly turned red and said, "No". Shirley stood up and went chest to chest with her and being a few inches taller, yelled at her, "You'll do what I say or there will be severe consequences. Do you want me to strip you and spank you right in front of your friends?". Molly cowered and said, "No". "Then do as I say and while you're at it take off your bra too." I thought about intervening but wasn't sure if I should at that point. Molly shivered but pulled her shirt over head, reached behind and removed her bra. I've never seen a more evil look on a woman's face than what I saw on Shirley's face then. Molly was obviously very intimidated. "Now get out there but don't send the boys home until I tell you. Go have a nice visit with them." She took Molly by the arm and practically dragged her to the door, opened the screen and gently pushed Molly through. "Don't you guys think Molly has nice tits? Feel free to feel her tits. They look really nice to me." I heard sounds of surprise, shock and then an exclamation of "Don't touch her!". That single word was spoken by one of the boys. When the boys arrived Molly had introduced them to me. There names were David, Greg and Chuck. Molly had touched Greg's arm as she introduced him and there was an indication that he was a little bit special to her. He had an unusual voice and I realized he was the one who had spoken. The young men immediately came into the house and Greg went to Shirley. "We really like Molly and think she is nice. We respect her and apparently you don't. We don't think you are nice for the way you expose her. We also think you are low and trashy for your behavior. You may abuse her but we won't. Good-bye." He called to Molly, who was standing in the patio door, and said, "Good-bye, Molly. Maybe we can meet at the mall or some other place next time". With that they left, although one seemed reluctant. Molly came in and stood in the middle of the room, looking at Shirley, with a blank expression on her face. Shirley's face was red and she was obviously irate and trying to be stern. "Molly, you are going to pay for that!" Then I did intervene. "Molly did nothing to pay for. The minute she stepped out, Greg said, 'Don't touch her!' and she didn't have a chance to say anything. The only person at fault for your embarrassment is you, because you are trying to be a bully." Molly came over and stood by my chair. Her clothes were on a chair next to Shirley. Shirley stormed out of the room exasperated by the dressing down she had gotten from one of the men and me. Molly then sat down on the floor next to my chair and leaned back partly on the chair and partly on my leg on that side. For the first time, I got a chance to look at her. She had nice breasts. An old tobacco company ad used to say their cigarettes were "round and firm and fully packed", and that seemed to fit Molly. I don't know sizes very well but I guessed 33, 34, or 35 and fully packed into maybe a B or C cup. She made no effort to cover up. After a few minutes she got up and walked right by her bra and top and went into the kitchen. It was a little after noon and in just a minute or so she came to the door of the family room and asked, "Roger, do you want a sandwich, I'm making me one?" I said I would love for her to make me a sandwich and told her what I would like. She then walked across the room to the hallway and called out to Shirley, asking her if she wanted one as well. I could hear Shirley responding, calmly, that she would like one. Molly returned to the kitchen, by passing her top articles, and I could hear her opening the fridge and moving around. Shirley came back into the family room and sat down on the couch. She picked up some knitting she had been working on and continued. Soon Molly returned and got trays and set them up. Then she went into the kitchen again and returned with food and drinks. We ate. She never covered up. As we completed our eating, Shirley said, "You are a hussy!" Molly said, "This was your idea. What are you complaining about?" "Are you enjoying exposing yourself?" "It's okay with Roger but I really don't like being embarrassed and humiliated in front of guys I knew from school. Only sluts get naked for friends from school. I'm not a slut and I will have to see them and other friends all the time." She looked comfortable and smiled at me. Suddenly, I couldn't be sure if she was putting up a brave front, was a bit turned on by her exposure, or just being in Shirley's face. What I could determine was that her areolas were the size of half dollars (remember those?) and her nipples stood out firmly. The dark pink color was beautiful and to me the color areolas were supposed to be. "I'm going to make a slut out of you," said Shirley. Then she asked, "Are you a virgin?" "No, but it wasn't because I wanted to lose my virginity. It was someone in the family, who you know, who pretty much forced me when I was thirteen. I'm not going to tell you who it was. You know him. Mother knows about it. She was pissed." Shirley looked shocked and was quiet. I thought she was probably going through a list of suspects. She said nothing. I finished eating first. When Molly finished she came and got my plate and tumbler and took them with her own to the kitchen. I had a good stock of paper plates and plastic tumblers so all she had to do was dump them. After that she picked up her bra and top and went into the bedroom area. Shirley was still thinking about what Molly had said and was slow in eating. Things were quiet for a few days. Molly was always dressed but for some reason had quit closing her bedroom door, not that it made any difference. She was usually laying on her bed reading or sitting at her computer. Shirley asked her a few times when she was going to have some boys over. Molly said she had never invited guys over; that they had come on their own. I knew that a couple of times some of these guys had appeared at the front door when Shirley happened to be gone. Molly had talked with them briefly on the front porch but quickly sent them away. One of the boys each time was the one who had been reluctant to leave when Molly was completely topless, when Greg had led them away. Greg was never with them. Shirley said she was sure Molly was just afraid she was going to make her expose herself again. Molly said she thought that was her only purpose. Shirley accused her of being afraid. Molly asked Shirley if she would be comfortable with someone exposing her in front of a bunch of men. Shirley just said, "We're not talking about me." One day two guys appeared and Shirley was home, opening the door and inviting them in. Molly was in her room. I was just going to the bathroom and heard Shirley tell Molly to take off her top and bra, that she had visitors who wanted to see her in the flesh. When I came from the john they were arguing. Finally, Shirley manhandled Molly out the door. She was topless and I could see scratch marks on her upper body near where her bra would have fit. There had been a battle and Shirley had physically stripped her of her top clothing. These men weren't as noble as Greg and started laughing as Molly was physically dragged into the family room where they were sitting. It was bad enough that Molly was being exposed but the circumstances were seriously humiliating. Shirley shoved her into the middle of the room and Molly fell to the floor. She began to cry. Shirley said, "If you are going to be so difficult, just get up and take off your shorts too." That really peaked the boy's interest. It peaked mine too. I yelled, "Shirley!!" She turned to look at me. "Leave her alone. I think you have done enough damage to Molly already." Shirley said, "Who asked you?" I said, "Shirley, take off all your clothes, right now!" That got her attention. She looked at me, partly angry and partly alarmed. "If you want Molly to strip in front of these men why don't you demonstrate what you have in mind. I'm sure these guys would like to see you naked too. You're just a year or two older but not too old for us to enjoy looking at your body. Either get naked now, or go to your room." I rose to my feet. Now I sounded like a parent because I was pissed and ready to knock the shit out of her. She turned and went into the hallway on the way to her room. Molly stood up and looking at the guys said, "Hi, guys, how you doing?" She sounded chipper especially considering she had been crying. Then she turned to me and said, "Thanks, Roger, you were great." I couldn't tell if she was enjoying the exhibition or what. I think she really liked showing off but especially if she could plead helplessness if questioned. Clearly Shirley was the instigator. Molly invited the guys to go out on the patio. On the way out I heard her say, "If either of you touch me, Roger will take care of you. I don't care if you look but that's it." She could be a bit assertive at times, just not with Shirley. The young guys stayed a long time but listening it turned out Molly's boobs were not the only thing they were interested in. They soon were laughing about some mutual acquaintance from the college who had gotten in trouble at some kind of music camp or something. It sounded it like it had to do with a female camp counselor. He was known as a nerd and for him to get caught in some kind of "comprising" position was hilarious. Shirley did not appear all afternoon and Molly and the boys came in the door. She told them to come by anytime and escorted them to the door. She also told them it was time for her to start dinner. She seemed totally relaxed even being with exposed breasts. I made a remark after they left saying, "I guess I should not have interfered so quickly. I didn't get to see you in just your panties." I was trying to make light of the situation. She said, "Oh, I'm sorry." Then she kicked off her flip-flops. She unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off. She tossed them on the couch across from me, picked up her flip flops and put them together under the coffee table. Then she said, "How's that? Or do you want to see more." I was a little embarrassed that she took me seriously. I thought it made me look like some kind of pervert. She came over, pushed my newspaper aside and sat on my lap. She put an arm around my neck and kissed me. She said, "You're all right!" Then she got up and went into the kitchen. I could hear her working on dinner. About a half hour later she announced she had prepared something to eat. She passed through the room and called Shirley. When Shirley came into the room she glared at me and went to the table. Molly served us, dressed only in her panties, and we all ate. Shirley said nothing. She ate and disappeared again. On the other hand, Molly came into the family room and sat on a big pillow next to my chair and we watch the funny videos show on television. When the show was over, Molly got up and then surprised me by sitting on my lap. Her legs were off to my right side and she was suddenly leaning back against the left part of my chest. I put my left arm around her shoulders. My right arm was sort of floating as I tried to find a reasonable place to put my hand. She noticed and took my hand and placed it on her right thigh, just about three inches from her crotch. Just as I was settled she shifted. She moved so her right shoulder was under my left arm and right breast was against my side toward the back. Her left breast was about where a pocket would be on a shirt. Her right arm was tucked in behind me and her left arm was resting on her left hip. Her right hip was against my left hip. Then she drew her knees up so she was almost in a fetal position. During her movement I removed my hand from her right thigh. She looked up at me and asked, "Can you recline the chair just a bit?" I obliged, pulling the footrest up with my right hand. When my hand came back up from the side of the chair, she took it and replaced it on her thigh. It seemed to be just a tad closer to her pussy. Then she said, "I love this." So did I. We reclined quietly that way for a half hour or more. Twice I noticed Shirley come to the door from the hall and look at us. Molly began to squirm a bit and finally said, "I have got to go pee." I let go of her thigh and reached down to let the footrest down. She got up and went toward the bathroom. A few minutes later she peeked in at me and said she needed to go to bed. She stepped just into the room and then quickly turned back into the hall. She was naked. I heard her giggle. It was so quick I really could only tell she was naked. Just teasing, I guess. Molly and Shirley It was after eleven and I went to bed as well. For the first time in several years I got hard enough to jerk off. Things settled down for a while. Shirley still bullied Molly when she could get away with it but when I was in the house she was intimidated enough to back off quite a bit. One night she had a couple of couples visit her and insisted on Molly serving them beer and snacks in her underwear. I said she didn't have to do so unless she was willing. Molly told me she kind of liked to be seen as sexy and she would do it. Shirley went out and bought a pretty skimpy bra and panty set. I saw it and asked Molly if it was too little, or maybe too much too little. She looked at it on her bed and left it laying there. I would see her go back in and look at it over an hour or so, then I heard her tell Shirley it would be okay. Then she came and told me it was okay. That night she came into the family room while I was still sitting there, before Shirley's guests arrived. She looked great. Her nipples were stiff from excitement. The bra was pretty sheer and the top of her areolas were visible above the bottom half of the cup and clearly seen under the sheer upper half even though the nipples were just below that line. The panties were a bit more opaque but little tufts of hair were visible on the sides. The panty was what they call French cut so they just left a widening column covered up towards her navel. She was wearing open heeled shoes with an inch or so heel. Not too high but it really set off her legs. She was a well cared for eighteen year old, her legs were trim and while she was petite, she was shapely. I was impressed all over again. I told her I would help her in the kitchen when the time came. We went in together and she warmed snacks while I poured drinks into glasses. She was very nervous but the excitement made her nipples stand out even more and push up slightly into the sheer part of the cup. Her blond hair hung softly in front of her shoulders and did nothing to cover any of her breasts. She said, "I never should have agreed to do this". I put my arm around her and said, "Don't worry. You look beautiful and they will love seeing you. You'll actually take attention away from Shirley. You stay here and I'll change and act as the butler." I put on some nice but casual slacks, a button-down shirt and some real shoes, loafers. (I usually wear flip-flops,) I was ready about the time the door bell rang. I hollered at Shirley that I would get it. When I opened the door there was one couple there. They were close to Shirley's age, approximately thirty. I invited them in. Shirley had said she had met them at some kind of organization that helps homeless so I figured they were nice people. She was just a bit on the chunky side; pleasingly plump is what they say. He was average I guess, a slightly protruding tummy. She had brown hair, he was heading my direction toward bald. He had on what I call street shorts, a pullover and "deck shoes". She had on very short shorts and flip-flops. Her top was a pull over. Her legs were nice but to me just about any naked legs without a lot of cellulite are nice. She was not flat chested but not really big either. They smiled and I invited them into the family room and told them to make themselves comfortable. A short while later their twins arrived. There wasn't much difference except I noticed she had on a very short sun dress with spaghetti straps. She had smooth shoulders that sloped to fairly prominent unencumbered breasts. His walking shorts were topped with a polo shirt. They were the same age approximately and I guess their physical appearance, like couple number one, was what middle age was beginning to look like. The guys were beginning to let themselves go and the women seemed to be maintaining their bodies to some extent but their age was beginning to creep into their faces. I went looking for Shirley. I met her in the hall and told her that her guests were there. She wanted to know where Molly was and I said in kitchen ready to serve on call. She asked, "Can you get her to take the bra off?" I answered, "No." Shirley was dressed in a short skirt and button front blouse. She was also blond and had her hair in a pony tail. That isn't usual for someone her age but on her it looked acceptable. She wore platform heels , the corky kind and looked better than I was used to seeing her. None of the women was wearing hose. That I like. Hose suck. Shirley greeted her guests and sat down with them. Each of them had stood, greeting her with a slight hug and cheek kiss. They sat and talked a while. I went into the kitchen with Molly. Molly was a bundle of nerves. She said, "I could have just worn clothes." I said, "Just look them in the eye. They will be embarrassed to look at your body when you are looking at them. When you turn away just imagine you are giving them the finger." That got a laugh and she visibly relaxed a tiny bit. It is hard to be uptight when you are laughing or maybe it is hard to laugh when you are uptight. Whatever. Shirley called about that time and I said, "Don't let them intimidate you because I'm here to support you." Molly walked out with some dessert plates and from my vantage point I could see her set them on the coffee table. She stood up straight and with a firm voice said, "We have beer, iced tea, soft drinks and some snacks. Tell me what drinks would you like and I will prepare them. Roger, my assistant, will bring out some snacks." She laughed at her own decision to include me and the rest of them laughed too. She apparently had a big grin on her face. Shirley laughed loudest. This was a surprised to her that I had done the "butler" act and also was helping Molly. I thought by now she would have realized Molly had come somewhat under my protection. The evening went well. Molly did a superb job and together we made the serving role pretty much a non-event. When Molly and I both were before them, I noticed Molly's body got a lot of attention from the men and considerable attention from the women. I heard comments to Shirley about what a lovely girl Molly was. No one said I was lovely. A couple of hours along the conversation began to become strained and I thought the evening was about to come to an end. Shirley had gotten up and opened a bottle of wine I didn't know she had and it was beginning to take effect on all of them. Soon I realized she had opened three bottles. "We need more entertainment", I heard Shirley say. I thought she might whip out a porno movie. I knew she had several hidden from me. Then she called for Molly. That put me on alert. I had not made an appearance in forty five minutes or so and she may have forgotten I was there. Molly went out and said, "What can I do for you?" Shirley said, "Molly. Put some music on for us, dance and strip." I stepped out and went in front of Molly and said. "Why don't I do that for you?" My intention was to kill that idea. As I went to the stereo equipment to put some music on, I caught the reaction. The two semi-drunk women visitors started laughing and clapping. The guys grinned and Shirley fumed. I'm old and I can't dance but I have rhythm. I started dancing to the beat, actually more jumping around. After a few minutes of that, I started unbuttoning my shirt. The women, all three of them, began clapping in time. This was a comedy show, not a dance performance. I slowly pulled my shirt open and back from the buttons. My mostly gray haired chest was visible. I would pull the shirt over my chest and then open it again. I would turn my back to them and look over my shoulder at them. I was really getting into being a ham actor. Actually my plan was not working. I thought they would be disgusted and walk out but instead the wine, no doubt, was having the effect of making them what we used to call "slap happy". The men laughed and the women giggled. I finally pulled the shirt off, twirled it and tossed it aside. That brought cheers. I guessed I was stuck for at least a little while more. I'm not modest so I could not care less. I was going for it. I kicked my loafers off. I pulled my belt out and swung it around. I never wear underwear so this was an all or nothing proposition for me. I did a slow spin because that was all I was capable of doing. As I did I saw Molly standing behind me clapping and laughing. I thought, "Baby, I took you off the hook". I unbuttoned the top button. I had to make this last as long as possible. I had no idea what would happened when I was naked. I continued and truthfully, enjoyed every minute of it. And I was taking minutes to finish my impromptu performance. Something I have noticed over the years is that men or women are attracted to someone of the other sex who is unusually undressed no matter what age or shape they are in. I once had a student when I was teaching post secondary school, who was a nude dancer. She talked about a woman who had "three stomachs" but still got a lot of tips. I dropped by to see and this woman was a physical disaster but fairly popular. Her gut was so big and flabby it completely covered her pussy like a skin apron. When I lived in another place I would mow the lawn and see women out working in their yard. I always wore shorts and a tee shirt. As soon as I pulled the tee off and was in just my cut off jeans, they seemed to find some reason to come closer and talk with me. And I ain't nothing to look at. Never have been. Just mostly naked. Soon the first lady that had arrived pulled her top over her head. She was spilling out of her bra because she had worn a very brief one. That took the eyes of the guys off me for a second or two. Not to be outdone, and to outdo the first lady, the second pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, well one was already off, and pulled her top down. She had no bra on. That took the eyes off me for a lot longer than a second or two. I could wait. Shirley stood up and pulled her top up revealing a bra. I don't think she realized she had on a button top so it quickly went back down. She reached behind and unclasped her bra and tried again to pull her top off over her head. It finally dawned on her that it was not the bra that was holding her top on. She was frustrated and just started ripping the blouse apart at the buttons. She wasn't that strong but one of the guys reached over and finished the job for her. She pulled the blouse back to rid herself of it and slid the bra straps down her arms to get rid of it. She was topless, as well as "spaghetti girl". The first lady then unhooked her bra and pulled it off leaving all the ladies top free. That made four of us. Soon the guys joined in and while their hands were caressing tits, they all turned some of their attention back to my comedy performance. All this was happening faster than I can describe it. I had removed my belt and unbuttoned the top button of my pants and was allowing the zipper to slip slowly down. Suddenly there was a collective cheer from my audience. In a flash, next to me was Molly who had decided to join in. She was wearing only her sexy panties and trying to dance with me. That got a physical smile from me, along with a mental cheer. I was trying to keep from stomping her and she was trying to avoid having me stomp her. That was probably funny in its own right. Shirley was clearly pleased. She stood up and shook her boobs. Sundress lady stood and pushed her dress off her hips. Her panties went part way with it. She sat down but her bare butt was on the couch. The panties weren't low enough to leave her bare in front but were stretched across her upper thighs. She didn't seem to care and just adjusted them for more comfort. The other lady stood up and unbuttoned her shorts, allowed the zipper to slip down just a bit then seemed to think better of it and sat back down. She looked down into her shorts then back up then turned back to the show. I immediately suspected she was without panties. It amazed me that with me "dancing" and about to strip I was aware enough of what was going around me to take in my environment. I whispered to Molly not to take her panties off but to work her way around to escape to her bedroom. I think she may have been a bit disappointed but also a bit relieved. She had gotten caught up in the moment and might have regretted it later. I started dancing sillier, if that was possible. The guys were distracted by an almost bare pussy. Shirley quickly pulled her shorts off to reveal not only a pantiless pussy but one shaved bare. Then the guys were really distracted. I unzipped and dropped my slacks. My semi-erect pecker jumped out. No one cared. There were some major distractions from that point on. The night didn't last much longer. There was a bit of fooling around and even some sexual activity but drunkenness means short action and quick release. No one could hold back and while the ladies may not have been entirely satisfied, the two men got it done with their own wives. Shirley was naked and shut out and appeared frustrated when the others left. I remained naked because I like to be naked. Shirley gave me a welcoming look but she just didn't turn me on. Things stayed on an even keel for most of the summer. Shirley still tried to bully Molly when she thought I was out of hearing range. At first she had complained that Molly left hair showing out of the sides of her panties during the party. She kept saying Molly hadn't respected her or she would have shaved. Molly was still very subservient to her allowing her to try to humiliate her. There was another occasion when Shirley invited friends to eat with her, including a potential boyfriend, and wanted Molly to serve the meal ... naked. I intervened and suggested that she and her friends might get naked and let Molly serve them fully dressed. Molly finally agreed to serve with her string bikini on. I stayed around that night, helping Molly in the kitchen. A couple of times Shirley tried to untie the strings and Molly caught the parts before they exposed her. The next time she was in the kitchen I tied the strings in knots and told Molly I would undo them after the dinner. Near the end of summer I had to go away for a few days. Actually, I was gone a couple of days less than I expected so I came home on a Friday morning instead of late Saturday night. When I came into the house and made my way to my room, the door to Molly's room was open and there was an open suitcase on her bed. I could hear her crying softly and leaned in to see where she was. She was in her closet looking through her clothes. I spoke and startled her. "What's happening?" She looked at me, then came to me and put her arms around my neck and started crying harder. She said, "I was about to pack some things and leave. I'm so glad you're back. Shirley is being bad to me." I asked what she was doing. She said that Shirley had invited a bunch of people, boys and girls that had been her classmates before she had suffered her illness, to what she called a "shaving party" that night. She had told them to bring any college friends they wanted. Shirley had announced that she was going to have a drawing with various colored pieces of paper. The guys that drew the white pieces would get to strip Molly naked. Then six others that drew green pieces would spread her and shave her pubic hair completely off. After that four guys who drew yellow would get to eat her and The guy who was lucky enough to get red would get to fuck her. She had told Molly that I would not be there to interfere. Molly said she had been humiliated enough. Being naked in front of adults was one thing but to be treated that way in front of former school mates with whom she was still acquainted, would be enough to make her want to die. I told her I understood and then asked where Shirley was. She said she had gone with a couple of her friends to get the stuff they would need for the party. The friends and their husbands and another couple were supposed to be at the party too. I told her I had a better plan for a party. I told her to come with me and we would take my car and hide it in a lot a couple of blocks away. Then we would walk back and I would go into my room when we heard Shirley coming back and hide out. Then when Shirley had finished the drawing and got ready to present Molly I would step out and announce there had been a change in plans and Shirley was going to be the star of the show. Molly got excited about that plan but I told her it was time for her to be a good actress. She had to continue to act outraged. She should go ahead with her suitcase packing and tell what she was planning to do. Then confess she didn't know where to go. Then she should go into her room, close the door and act scared to death. Also just in case I could not hear what was happening when, she should yell, "NO!" really loud when Shirley came to take her into the family room. I took all the provisions I would need into my bedroom. I had always kept it locked because I did not trust Shirley all that much. Then I retreated to my room. It was late afternoon when I heard Shirley's voice. She had a man and at least two women with her. They were all laughing. Shirley was pretty loud so I could tell she was talking about having a lot of fun with Molly. Then I heard her in the hallway. She was talking to Molly who was in her room. "Ready, little girl?", she taunted. Then she laughed like crazy. "This is going to be a lot of fun for me and I bet you'll love it too. You'll get to see all your friends, including some you don't even know. I asked everyone to spread the word. And best of all they will get to see you . . . all of you." Molly did a good job of wailing. Shirley then asked what she was doing with the suitcase on her bed. I heard Molly explaining (while crying) that she was planning to leave but didn't know where to go and didn't want to end up on the street like Shirley had done. Shirley assured her that if she did that she would not get screwed by friends but by dirty, nasty, old men. Then she laughed again and left the room. The bitch! The appointed time came and there was quite a din coming from the family room where everyone had gathered. Some of the people were chanting, "Molly! Molly!". Then I heard my cue. Molly called out loudly, "No!" I left my room and headed toward her room. Shirley was pulling her by the arm, saying, "All your friends are waiting. Be a good sport. You don't want to disappoint them do you? Of course not, I'm not going to let you disappoint them. We are going to have fun tonight." Shirley was looking in, pulling Molly and I walked up behind her. "Hi," I said. She turned with a surprised look on her face. It was not a look of pleasant surprise. "What are you doing here?" She had let go of Molly's arm. "I live here; this is my house. Sometimes I think you have forgotten that." I reached out and took Molly's arm and said, "Come on, we are going to have some fun." I think Shirley thought I was going to allow her game to go forward because she suddenly gave me a smile. I motioned for her to go ahead of us into the family room. I said to the assembled group, "I have an announcement to make. I know what kind of fun you are expecting tonight and I have decided you are not going to be disappointed. Well, you may be a little disappointed because instead of Molly being the star attraction, Shirley is going to star. Will the 'strippers please come forward and strip Shirley naked?" Shirley back up. "Not me!" I said, "What? I just heard you tell Molly to be a good sport and not disappoint the crowd. Are you not willing to take what you dish out?" Guys were coming forward, some with their white slips of paper in their hands. Molly and Shirley Shirley cried out at them, "Don't you touch me!" I asked, "Are you refusing to do what you were so anxious to force Molly to do?" Shirley didn't answer that but just said, "Leave me alone!" Then I said, "Hold it! You were willing to subject Molly to this outrage and now you're not willing to take it. So I have another solution, pack a bag and be out of here in one hour. Tomorrow you can come back and get the rest of your belongings. You're not welcome here anymore." "Where will I go?" "That's not my problem. Maybe some of your friends who came here to see your little show, humiliating your niece, will take you in. I just want you out of here." "Okay! Come on, Molly, you are going with me. Remember, you have been left in my care." I said, "Molly is eighteen years old and now she is in my care if she wants to be. I don't know why she would even acknowledge you as her aunt anymore. Get out! Now!" She went to get her bag. I turned to the audience that was in shock. I asked, "Any of your ladies want to take Molly's or Shirley's place?" An unidentified voice from one side said, "Jan will. She likes to show off". Another young woman got up, and apparently in reply, said, "No, thank you. That's not my style." She walked out of the front door. I got no volunteers so I told them to go home. I noticed the two couples Shirley had invited also left. When she came out I gave her fifty dollars for a cab and flop house fee. She asked where her friends were and I told her I didn't think she had any friends. So that's how I got an eighteen year old housemate. I have no idea what happened to Shirley but we never saw her again. Goodwill got some pretty nice things. Molly & The Black Alex approached Molly and grabbed her hand. Molly was walking quickly through the hallway before 6th hour, and didn't want any of her friends to see her talking to the black boy. "Let go of me, Alex." "I just want to hold your hand. You're so beautiful." Molly was disgusted. "Please let me go," she tried to pull her hand away, but failed. She sighed, realizing she was not going to free herself. "Just walk with me for a little while." He leaned closer to her, rubbing his face against hers. "Stop it!" Molly started to make a scene. She struggled with all her might until he let her go. Then eighteen-year-old Molly walked into her class, not to learn, but to flirt with a boy she considered more worthy of her. Alex's schedule of classes were over, but the day was far from done. He got into his $1,500 car and headed for the laundromat to earn some money. All of the girls he saw had at least one trait that reminded him of Molly. The white skin? The confident walk? If he were to make a list, it would go on for miles. He looked at the clock, 10pm, only a half an hour left. He would be glad when he could take his shoes off and relax for a while. Why do I like Molly, he wondered. Sure, she was cute, and her personality was alright, but she never appreciated him. She acted like she was better than everyone else, especially black people. Alex knew how that went. "It's always the girls who crave black who are the rudest to us," his dad had told him several times before. Alex and Molly had gone to school together for several years. He could remember when she used to wear no make-up and act sweet. He remembered how her light brown hair used to shine, before she bleached it platinum blonde. What a shame, he thought. He used to have a friend in her, but fashion and popularity had conquered Molly's goodness. He just couldn't give up the idea that one day Molly would come around. He hated looking like a fool for being nice to such a snob, but he held on, living on the chance that he could help her. The next day, Alex saw Molly at her locker and decided to greet her. A preppy-looking boy came out of nowhere and flung his arm around her. Alex was going to turn away, but he was interested, so he stayed. "You look so hot in your pink mini skirt." He eyed her like a wolf to its prey. "Thanks, baby. So where you takin' me tonight?" She puckered her red lips to make herself look hottter to him. "It's a surprise. Just come over to my house." "Can't you pick me up? My car's in the shop." "Sorry, baby. I want to get the place ready for you. It's not that long of a walk. Just make sure you're there by nine." "Okay, Kyle, I love you." "You know how I feel about saying that." "Sorry. See ya." Alex couldn't believe his ears. She wouldn't give him the time of day, but she'd confess her love to some ungrateful Abercrombie-clad fool. Alex did not want to go to work that night. He just wanted to walk behind Molly to make sure she was safe. He didn't want to be at the mat where snotty white people would boss him around. He left his house at 8:30, and came to Molly's house just in time to see her walking out the door wearing that same pink miniskirt. She looked so trashy in it, but her legs were cute. He kept a long distance behind her, so she wouldn't hear him. She was just in his vision. He could barely stand walking behind her as she flexed her thighs with each step in those three inch heels of hers. Her ass was going in and out in the most sexy way, even though she didn't know anyone was around to see her. It was like second nature to her. Alex found himself walking faster, wanting to be closer to her. He looked at his skin, which was almost perfectly dark, as it almost blended into the night and compared it to Molly's, which looked as if there was a bright white light glowing on it. He reached to her and put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped, startled. He turned away quickly, he shouldn't have done that. He hadn't planned on doing that. "Who are you?" Molly demanded, trying to walk in front of Alex to see his face. "No one," he had forgotten to disguise his voice. "Then you must be Alex," she laughed, walking away. Alex turned back again. He yelled to her, "I've had just about enough of this treatment, little girl!" "Ooh, I'm scared!" she said, not even looking back at him. Alex ran to her and forced her to look at him. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed them together tightly, "You will listen." He could hear Molly making little noises, indicating that his efforts to intimidate her had worked. "Okay. I'm sorry." "Do you think you're better than me just because you're white?" "No." "Good, because you're not. In fact, I'm better than you, because I work hard, and act decent, and treat people how they deserve to be treated-which is why I'm treating you like this right now." He stared right into her eyes, something she hadn't allowed him to do for three years. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Then Alex said, "You know, my dad said that girls who act like you are just horny for black dudes." "No way. I need to get to Kyle's house." "Forget about Kyle. You don't want him. You want me, Molly, admit it." Molly acted exactly as she did in the hallway the day before, only this time she was more frightened. She tried to pull away, all the while knowing she was helpless. "No." "I'm not letting you go until you do." Molly's eyes lit up with her tears as she sniffed, "Fine, I like you." "Why?" "Because you're sweet and smart and you're nice." "And why else, Molly?" "Because you're black. There, happy?" Molly laid her head on Alex's chest, sad that she was caught, but relieved. "There, I bet you feel better now, don't you?" He stroked her hair as he spoke to her, "But I'll still need to teach you a lesson." "Okay. Whatever you say." "Molly, we're going to have sex right here." "In the alley? It's cold!" "Then you shouldn't have worn that damn mini skirt, should you?" "No." Alex leaned down and gave Molly a kiss. "Kiss me back, Molly." Molly then put her effort into it, surrendering herself to her black Romeo. Alex could hear her moaning softly in his mouth as her smooth little tongue danced around his. He lowered himself to the ground while stripping Molly. He thought she had a great body, but she hadn't left much to his imagination, so it was no surprise. Molly was shivering in the windy night. Molly couldn't believe what she was doing. She had fantasized about doing this for such a long time, and now she'd finally get to have her way. "But what if someone comes and sees?" "Then they better turn away or they'll see some X-rated, taboo, hardcore fucking. Besides, I can name at least two people who are going to cum here." Alex covered her body with his. His dark skin rested on her ivory body, sending chills through her spine. Molly was astounded by the size of his big black cock and how quickly it became erect. She couldn't wait to force it down her virgin throat. Even though Molly dressed slutty, she had secretly been saving herself for a black guy. Alex had never seen white pussy before. It was a beautiful spectrum of pinks and whites and reds. He rubbed it out of fascination while Molly humped his hand. Although it was a special event, Alex and Molly screwed each other like wild animals in heat. Each time Molly came, she would scream things like, "I'll always be your good girl", and "Harder, I want you to give me your thick black cock HARDER!" Alex was so proud of himself for making Molly into the sweet girl she used to be again. "I'm so proud of you," he said, "I think I might give it to you in the ass." "Oh, please!" Molly exclaimed. She would've never considered anal sex with a white boy. While he took her "other" virginity, Alex dipped his fingers in and out of her well-pounded pink pussy. Then he would taste his fingers, savoring every last drop of white girl cum. "I never knew that girls could be so horny," Alex laughed, after Molly begged him to fuck her one last time. "Pleeasssse Daddy!" Alex liked that word, "Okay baby, bend over real nice and far." Alex grabbed hold of Molly's creamy round breasts, squeezing at the ultra-sensitive flesh on and around her nipples. Molly fought to push her ass higher and higher into the air while still keeping her legs wide open. "Ohh, god," Alex almost blew his load just watching Molly trying to take him inside. Molly pushed back, rubbing herself against Alex's fat tool. "THAT'S IT!" Alex screamed, pushing her down with all his might and plunging all the way in. He would not let her go, not let her move, he just fucked the living shit out of the white ragdoll. Just when he thought he was on the verge of killing her, she screamed out, "Harder!" Then Alex dived in once more, digging his fingers into her breasts. Molly cried out for mercy as her pussy gave out and exploded into an ultra-violent serious of the tightest contractions Alex had ever felt. Alex shot out more cum than he could imagine, sending it all the way to the pit of Molly's untouched womb. She was still screaming her pleasure, locked in position, all strength drained from her. "You are such a slut," Alex told her. Molly pinched her clit hard, "If you keep talking like that you'll have to fuck me again." "Shut up, whore," he laughed. "Ohh, I'm soo horny!" Molly & the Firefighter Molly: It was the smoke alarm that woke me up. The incessant beeping wasn't loud, but it was just annoying enough to wake me out of my usually deep slumber. I pushed the covers down and fumbled to find my glasses on the nightstand. I was still groggy, so the danger hadn't fully registered yet. When it did, I didn't think about the fact that the only clothes I had on were a stretchy tank top and my comfy bikini panties. I grabbed my cell phone, slid my feet into a mismatched pair of flip flops, and rushed to my bedroom door. I remembered, in time, to feel of the door before opening it. Luckily, it was cool to the touch, but the front room was starting to get smoky. I cracked open the front door and the third floor landing was full of smoke. I'd have to go out the fire escape. I was the only resident on the top floor of my small apartment building. I grabbed a sweatshirt that was strewn on the back of the couch as I reached the back door leading out to the fire escape. I heard sirens approaching as I picked my way down the cold metal stairs. James: The call had come in a few minutes before my shift ended and I'd just gotten out of the shower. A fire in a three-story apartment building on Sycamore, currently still contained to the ground floor apartment where it had begun. I'd thrown on my boxers, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, layered on my gear, and hopped in the truck within two minutes of the call. We were seven minutes away. I gazed out into the night, seeing the city skyline glowing in the distance. My adrenaline had started pumping already. Molly: I felt like a fool. I was standing in the cool spring night in my underwear. Literally. I didn't know if I should put the sweatshirt on or wrap it around my waist. I settled for putting it on—it was almost long enough to cover my ass. I'd met my neighbors and we were all standing on the sidewalk when the fire fighters arrived. We'd assured them that everyone was accounted for—the other apartment on my floor was vacant, Mrs. Ogden and the Short family on floor 2 were huddled in the group, and the gay couple from the first floor were certain that they'd seen the other first floor resident leave for his night shift job earlier in the evening. Still, I guess, they had to check. And put the fire out, of course. Not far behind the fire fighters and the other emergency vehicles were the news reporters. Great. My fat ass on the 6am news. James: We put the fire out quickly. All residents were accounted for. The gay couple admitted they'd had a number of candles burning and "might've" fallen asleep. They were woken by the flames and immediately called 911. It took hours, however, for the building to be deemed structurally sound. Fire and water damage to the first floor made it uninhabitable. The second floor suffered extensive smoke damage. Luckily for the half naked girl, the third floor wasn't too bad. Everything would smell like smoke, of course. But she'd be able to get in there and find some pants. I'd caught a peek of what was barely covered by those white lacy panties and was impressed to see so much ass on a white girl. She looked like a sexy, nerdy, bad ass, with the lace, tattoos, short spiky hair, and thick rimmed glasses. She chewed on her lower lip and kept looking at her phone. Molly: Why wasn't Jill answering her phone? I sighed and chewed on my lip. My sister is as heavy a sleeper as I am. Where the hell am I going to stay tonight? One of the fire fighters told me I could go upstairs as soon the "all clear" was given—at least I'd have some pants—but it was looking like a night in a hotel for me. I didn't want to stay in the building alone, especially with the smoky smell. I was tired of standing but didn't want to sit my barely covered ass on the rough sidewalk. Wish the EMTs would offer me a blanket or something. They're useless. And the reporters had already left. Oh, wow, are all my fire fighter fantasies coming true? Look at him...tall, chocolate complexion, and look at the way that t-shirt hugs his biceps. And I look at hot mess. Shit, here he comes. James: "Hi, are you Molly Thompson?" "Um, yes, that's me," she said. Was she blushing? It was too dark to tell. "Hi Molly, I'm James Dillon. I'd offer you a blanket, but I'd have to hunt one down. They told me to escort you upstairs, so I'm sure you have something you can put on there." "Of course, thank you Mr. Dillon." He stepped closer to her. Yep, she's blushing. "Call me James," I said, "You ready?" She nodded. Molly: Lord help me, James is hot. His deep voice was sexy, even when he was pointing out the fact I didn't have pants on. I chuckled. Maybe that makes it sexier. We walked side-by-side to the front door and he motioned for me to walk ahead of him. "It's safe, I promise," James said, placing his hand on the small of my back to lead me upstairs, "It's mostly smoke and water damage down here. Your floor should be fine." I felt his hand through the layers of my clothing and shivered. Somehow, I made it up two flights of stairs, knowing he was in the perfect position to see my fat ass in my barely-there panties. He opened the door of my apartment for me and stuck his head in before allowing me to walk ahead once again. The smoke detector was still beeping. "Doesn't smell too bad in here, but if you want, I'll open some of the windows. The building will be secured for the night so you won't have to worry about that." "That'd be great," I responded, watching him close the front door and start toward the living room windows, "I'll just go put some pants on." He chuckled and I laughed with him. Might as well. Can't save face (or ass) now. James: I watched her walk toward the bedroom door and then turned to open the windows. "If you open the bedroom window, you should get a nice breeze in here—it'll take most of the smoke smell away," I said, making my way to the kitchen, "You might still need to get the carpets cleaned. Hopefully, it didn't penetrate the fabric of your couch." "James," she called from the bedroom, "Can you turn off the smoke detector in here?" "Of course," I replied and walked toward the beeping. Her bedroom door was closed, but the sound seemed to be coming from what I thought was the bathroom. I walked in and saw her completely naked. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I said and started to turn. Molly: I kind of yelped and made an attempt to cover my breasts and pussy—I thought he'd hear the beeping and come into the bedroom so I'd ducked into the bathroom to dress. He started to turn, but he didn't. I made an attempt to cover myself...but didn't. I could see his eyes darken as they dipped from my face, down to my breasts, and further. I could almost feel his assessment. I'm a full-figured girl—no ribs showing, no bony hips, no space between my thighs—and he seemed to like what he was seeing. I took a step forward and his eyes met my own again. "Damn, Molly," he whispered, "You are beautiful." I took another step forward and he met me, grasping my arms to pull me into him. He wasted no time, kissing me with intensity, running his hands up my arms, over my shoulders, down my back, and to my ass, grasping and pulling me into him. I moaned into his mouth as I explored his body with my hands—hard muscles, smooth skin, too many clothes. I pulled away so I could pull his shirt off and he helped, pulling it over his head in one quick motion. He pushed the heavy firefighter pants down, pulling sweats and boxers with it. He toed off his boots and stepped out of the whole affair. We kissed again and I walked backwards through the bathroom and into my bedroom. We ignored the beeping, we ignored the flashing lights outside. The backs of my legs hit my bed and he pushed me down onto it. I could feel how wet my pussy had gotten and could also feel how hard he was as his dick pressed into my stomach. At that moment, the fire downstairs was altogether forgotten and I was focused more on the fire building inside me. James: What the hell am I doing? My boss is downstairs! I am on a fucking fire call and I am about to fuck the shit out of this girl inside the building that was just on fire. But goddamn, she is thick as hell, soft, all woman. Her pussy is so fat and wet and oh, God, I'm about to be inside it. I stroked inside her mouth with my tongue, massaged her ass, damn, she just grabbed my dick. I'm not going to be able to make it. Oh, let me feel these soft titties. Her nipples are so hard. I squeezed them and felt her moan in my mouth. I let my hand drift further down, across her belly, through the short fuzz of her pussy, across her clit (she jumped against my hand when I did that), and finally stuck a finger between her wet lips. Damn, her pussy is so fucking tight and hot. Fuck, I've got to hurry. "We have to hurry, okay?" I said, apologetically. I didn't want to rush, but I had to. She nodded and kissed me again as she led my dick to her pussy. The head rubbed against all that wetness and all logical thought disappeared. I grabbed her hips and thrust in deep. Fuuuuckkkkk. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna bust right now. Gotta wait, not yet. Oh, shit, her pussy muscles contracted and shit just got real. Damn. This is not how I want to give it to her. I want to lay in this pussy. Damn. Damn. Molly: As soon as I put the tip against my pussy, I knew I was going to come soon. He shoved it in deep and fast, just that one thrust and I almost tipped over the edge. He said it'd be quick. No worries here. As much as I'd like to make it last, I know he can't just stay up here all night. I swiveled my hips, reached down between us when he groaned, and started stroking my clit. He had frozen, unmoving, so I knew I was going to have to take over. I pushed so that we rolled over. I sat up on top of him and started rolling my hips. "Don't come," I instructed, "I'll be quick, just give me a minute." I licked my hand and started rubbing my clit, rolling my hips, giving a little bounce every other roll and James reached up and squeezed my breast. "Pinch them. Hard," I told him through clenched teeth, "I'm about to come on this big dick." He pinched my nipples to the point of pain and then released, over and over. He started thrusting upward. Just a few strokes in and I exploded, screeching out my pleasure, grinding my hips into him, feeling him thrusting faster and faster until he groaned and joined me. I could feel his seed like liquid fire inside. My pussy was still jumping and quivering and I collapsed against him. I rolled my hips, squeezing my pussy muscles, enjoying the after-effects of my orgasms. I realized that he'd softened, but immediately re-hardened. "One more time," he said, flipping me over and sliding out of me, "From the back." James: She obediently rolled over on her stomach, put her face in the pillow, and thrust her ass up and out for me, opening up her swollen pussy like some kind of kinky offering. "You like to talk dirty, baby?" I heard a muffled yes. "I can't hear you," I said, slapping her ass hard. She turned her head to the side and panted out, "Yes!" "Good, I do too. I'm gonna fuck your pussy. Hard and fast. And then, when we leave, I'm going to find you and I'm going to fuck you again. Fuck your pussy. Fuck your mouth. Fuck your ass. " "Fuck yes," she whimpered as I slid my dick back in. I grabbed her hips and pounded my dick in and out. It was slippery and tight and I was already ready to nut again. "Play with your pussy, baby. I want you to come every time we fuck." Her hand stretched underneath her and I felt her rubbing her clit. I slapped her ass again and heard my radio crackling distantly from the bathroom floor. I fucked in and out as hard as I could. The damn smoke detector was still beeping. "Fuck me, James. Fuck me. Fuck this pussy. Fuck my pussy hard!" she said. I felt her pussy clench, she turned her head, and screamed into the pillow. She was throwing her hips back at me as hard as she could and I was struggling to stay on the bed behind her. And then it hit. I felt it gush out of me and into her and I growled, pulling her back up against my chest and bit into her shoulder, just enough to hurt, not to break the skin. She was still wiggling her hips and I was about to pass out from the powerful nut I'd just shot into her. Molly: We collapsed again on the bed, but just for a minute. "I've got to get back down there," he said, trying to catch his breath. He jumped up, strode to the bathroom, where she could hear him piss and then shrug back into his clothes. I pushed myself up, ran a hand through my hair, and squirmed deliciously just thinking about what we'd just done. James walked back into my bedroom. "You okay?" he asked. What? I thought. Okay? I'm exhilarated. Jubilant. Ecstatic. I smiled sweetly and nodded. "Good," he said. He pulled a pen from the pocket of his pants and pulled my hand toward him. I felt the sharp tip as he wrote his number on the back of my hand. "I'll be finished with everything in an hour. You can stay at my house tonight. Or if you get a hotel, I want to see you again. Call me." I walked on my knees on the bed toward him and pulled him down for a kiss. It was just enough to make me want round 3 ASAP. "I'll do that. See you in an hour, then." He grinned and left me naked in the smoky apartment. I grinned, sighed, and started getting dressed.