0 comments/ 32976 views/ 1 favorites A Hard Day's Work By: gaigirl It is dark in the backyard, and the only light is from the bright sensor over the garage. It shines behind me in such a way that when I turn, it highlights the outline of my chest. I took my bra off as soon as you telephoned to let me know that you were on your way home. I love how much you like for me to be braless around the house, and thinking about how much I like to be braless for you shoots a sexual shiver through my whole body. My nipples respond to the charge, and thrust themselves out against the front of my blouse. Suddenly, a breeze lifts up the edge of my skirt, and brushes my upper thigh like a kiss. Instantly I feel wet and alive. I go to the blanket you have laid out, and kneel down to open the wine. It is one of my favorites, which I have been saving for a romantic occasion under the stars with you. Since this wine is a little out of my budget range ordinarily, I wait for you hoping you will appreciate the extraordinary quality of the wine, and that our time drinking it together will also be special and memorable. Before long, you have changed out of your work clothes into your favorite pair of button down jeans and a polo shirt, and come back outside carrying two glasses. You kneel down across from me, holding out your glass for me to fill. As I rise up on my knees to pour, you gently lower your glass so that I have to bend down lower and lower. A slow grin spreads across your lips, and your eyes drop from mine to the front of my blouse, which I realize completely exposes my hungry for attention breasts. As I watch you looking at me, the muscles between my legs contract, and I am zapped with another charge of anticipation. I hope I'll get laid tonight, and I am pleased that indeed, this will be a special evening with a special bottle of wine. I smile, and look into your eyes, which are firmly fixed upon the inside of my blouse, and thank the stars that I found someone who was as capable of satisfying me as you have been. As you feast your eyes upon nipples that reveal obvious interest in the attention, I raise my hand to the neck of my blouse, and slowly finger the buttons, undoing each one from the top down until my blouse hangs open in front of you. You sigh deeply, release a gentle moan, and look for a place to set down your glass. There doesn't seem to be a flat spot handy, so I reach out and take the glass from you because I need your hands on my breasts this very second. You oblige, and bring your face in closer to kiss, lick, and tease as you caress me with your strong but gentle hands. My legs melt out from beneath me, and I sink down again on my knees, arching my back up to you, reaching one hand behind me for balance. The other hand holds your glass of wine. I realize that you haven't started to drink your wine yet, so I carefully tip the glass toward my throat so that a few drops will run down my body for you to taste. "Mmm, you are delicious." "No, sweetheart, that's the wine, isn't it great?" "Yes, the wine is good but I’m talking about you." When my hand becomes tired, I shift position, and you raise your head, and pull away so that I can get comfortable. I make no move to fasten my blouse back up, and the breeze picks up the corner and blows it away from my body as I find a comfortable posture on my side. You take a moment to pour me my own glass of wine, then lie down next to me and tell me about your day as we sip our wine. As you speak, I notice that your eyes often drift to my breasts, and I am warmed in spite of my exposure to the evening air. As you enjoy the visual stimulation of my open blouse, I reach down to your waist and pull the top button of your jeans open. I love the sound it makes as the button pops free, so I go for another, and another, until my hand can easily slide inside your pants to find a source of heat rising up to meet my touch. I close my hand around your hard warm cock, and relish your size. Feeling perhaps at some disadvantage, you slide your hand up my skirt, and are pleased to discover that I have taken off more than just my bra. As your fingers dance along the inside of my thighs, I whisper, "Do you think you might want to get laid tonight?" "Twice, if everything goes right." "Mmm ... its night....", as a wave of pleasure washes through me. I brush my skirt up to my hip to give you better access, and you raise up on our hands to let me untangle your legs from your jeans. I slowly peel your polo shirt over your head and toss it off somewhere behind me. I'm wet and hot and waiting for how you will feel inside me, but you take your time, wanting me to prolong my own ecstasy before you enter me. Your fingers tease and play, until I erupt into a free fall of orgasm. "Thank you!" I saw breathlessly when I have had all I can stand. "Thank you so much for all you do for me." Once I have recaptured my breath, you sweetly ask me to guide you inside. I reach my hand down to find you waiting and I bring you home to where you belong. We find our rhythm and move passionately together. with My hands on your shoulders, I feel you begin to glisten with perspiration and I squeeze and contract my pelvic muscles to tighten around you until you are past the point of no return. You gently rest your body on mine, and I know I have made you happy. With one hand drifting aimlessly though your beautiful silky hair, I tighten my arms around you, and whisper that you are an amazingly satisfying lover. You moan a thank you in response, and tell me I am wonderful. Each in our own thoughts, we are silent for a time. The moonlight glows upon us as we hold one another, collapsed on the blanket cherishing the glow we made for ourselves by coming together. After a time, I feel you shiver, and realize that you are probably a little uncomfortable. "Shall we finish this wine inside?" I ask. Slowly, we move apart, and begin to gather your clothes, which have been strewn in several directions. I watch you dress, and tell you how handsome you are to me. With reluctance, I begin to button my blouse. "You know, you are wasting your time", you say. "Why is that?" "Because I intend to unbutton it again just as soon as we are inside. Do you think this wine will keep? I have something else in mind for the rest of the evening. Come to bed with me. Everything is going right". And it did. A Hard Day's Work I know what you are thinking. But this is going to have to be remembered as the greatest day of my life...well at least the greatest day I have had in the last two weeks. Let me describe where it all took place for starters. I work in a retail store in a pretty slow mall. We sell those specialty mattresses with the sleep numbers. Personally I hate them but hey I got to eat right. We generally get one or two customers a week so there is a lot of down time. I suppose I could use it to find a way to bring in customers but of course there is no fun in that so I use it to surf the Internet for porn. Which is where this all starts going south. I was looking at one of my favorite picture posting websites with about an hour to go until closing when I hear the alarm on the door chime to let me know that there is a customer. I quickly close the window on the screen and get up to help, when I realize it is my regional supervisor. What I did not realize however, is that the computer had frozen with a picture of an amazingly well endowed, blonde Amazon on the screen. To make matters worse, said Amazon was apparently confused as to where the carrot was really supposed to go. As the boss saw this, I could see her eyes narrow as if in anger and then she sat down and told me to do the same. She then starts in on me about proper use of down time, and also how I was misusing the company computer. There was more but what I started to notice was that as she went on she was getting a little red in the face, and she was also breathing a little heavier than I would expect. That is when I realized that she had not yet restarted to computer so the image on the screen would vanish. I also realized that even though she was talking to me that she was intent on that screen. Then she asked me what else I did on company time that I was not supposed to be doing. "Are you enjoying getting paid to look at pictures of naked women?" "What do you do while you look, huh? I bet you just pull it out and start going at yourself right at the desk you dirty pervert!" All the while she is breathing heavier and heavier until she finally tells me that the only way I am going to keep my job is to show her what I do when I look at these pictures. At first I was in shock but then I got up to lock the door, resigned to my fate. After all she was attractive and there are a lot of things worse that having to masturbate in front of somebody...especially someone who was clearly looking forward to it. "What are you doing?" she asked as I reached the door. "You did not lock it before and you will leave it unlocked now" Well I started to get a little nervous at this point, but I wasn't going to not go through with this. I sat down at the desk and rebooted the computer. When it finally restarted I logged on and went right to my favorite story site online. As I started reading I became hard not only from the subject but also from the thought of having an audience. Finally I couldn't hold back and had to pull down my pants and free my cock. It's only an average length but very thick. As I started to stroke it I turned to look at the boss. She seemed hypnotized by the angry almost purple head of my cock, as I slid my hand up and down its length. I could feel the precum start to leak from the tip and flow over the head until it was almost entirely covered. It was such a turn on knowing that she was getting excited watching me that I knew it wouldn't be long. All of a sudden I could feel my balls start to tense up and then I was spurting ropes of cum everywhere...Including the bosses skirt. As I felt my cock start to shrink she told me I would have to clean myself up in case a customer came by. As I went for the paper towels, she told me that she wanted to see me taste it. I must say it was a bit salty but not bad at all. I finally got myself all squared away when I she asked me what I thought I was doing. I told her that I held up my end of the bargain. "Well maybe that's true but what about me?" To be continued... Well this was my first shot at writing anything so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. A Hard Day's Work It started out like most other days; cleaning the truck, restocking material, joking with the other plumbers, giving the helpers grief, (but in a friendly manner) and getting the jobs for the day. Finally on the road I drove to my first job, a kitchen fixture replacement. The lady who opened the door was still in her robe and was rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Oh come on in, the kitchen is back here." I followed her down the hall and was treated to the sight of her nicely rounded ass undulating in the thin summer weight robe. What a nice way to start the day I thought as her globes shifted back and forth in front of me. "Here we are," she said upon arriving in the rear of the house. "Ok ma'am, where is the new faucet and disposal?" I enquired. Bending down, she opened one of the cabinets and showed me the boxes within. I don't think she realized that wasn't all that she showed as she bent over, her robe gaping open giving me a perfect view of her firm full breasts and their large aureolas capped by eraser sized nipples. I shifted on my feet as a stirring began in my crotch. She stood up and asked if there was anything else I needed before she went back to bed. "Well I have to go downstairs to shut off the main water valve for a little..." "Oh no, I will get it...um the basement is a mess," she stammered. "Ok but it's no problem I have seen messes before, you should see my basement," I replied. "No no I will do it," she said as she went down the steps. Coming back up after a few minutes she said it was off and headed back up the steps. "Call me if you need anything else, I will be right upstairs". Once more I got the chance to admire the motion of her buttocks as she went back down the hall and my semi erect dick jerked a little in my uniform pants. Wow, I wonder if she knows what a show she just put on for me I thought as I began the job of installing the new parts in her sink. A little over an hour later I was just about finished, the only thing left was to test my work. I went to the base of the steps and started to call up them when I heard the soft sound of a woman's snore drifting down the staircase. The heck with this, I'll just go down myself and turn the water back on. Going down the dark steps I was careful to watch my feet so I didn't trip over anything in the "messy" basement. At the bottom of the flight was a light switch and I flipped it on. A small neat rec room was illuminated with a couch, several easy chairs and an impressive wall of audio and video equipment dominated by an enormous big screen tv. I walked over to check out the set up and noticed a rack of videos, maybe a hundred or so. There were a few commercial tapes, the regular movies and such but most were just blank cassettes with plain white labels. Looking closer I saw most had just a single name on them, about a 50-50 mix of men's and women's first names. Shrugging my shoulders I turned back to my search for the water valve. Leading off of the this room were two closed doors. Picking the right hand one I opened it noticing that it was much heavier than the usual interior door. Upon entering my feet felt a thickly padded surface and I turned on the lights to what at first looked like an exercise room complete with gymnasium type mats covering the floor and several pieces of equipment. But no, this stuff didn't look like any exercise machines I had ever seen. Really curious now I went into the room and looked about. The flooring was thick pads covering the entire area. The walls and ceiling were foam acoustical panels, sort of like the kind you see in school music practice rooms to soundproof them. Off to one side was a series of large standing cabinets with glass fronted doors next to which was a equally large dresser, the top drawer pulled out about half way. A camcorder sat on top of the dresser and a tripod was set up next to it. All of this was interesting but what really got my attention was the pieces of equipment themselves. First was what looked like a gymnastics vaulting horse but only half as long and lower to the ground. There were leather straps attached to various places with d-rings on the end and a thick band running around the middle with a large hole on the top in the center. Not being a total idiot I was starting to get the picture, especially when I turned to the wall and saw manacles bolted high and low. The wall was darkened slightly there, roughly in the shape of a body. Oh my god I thought, this lady is a total freak. Continuing my inspection of this chamber of delight/torture I walked over to a bunch of straps suspended from a heavy pulley and tied off to the nearby wall. Separating the padded sling at the end of the straps I figured out that a person could be fully held in this sling and raised and lowered by use of the pulley. My cock was quite interested in all this and was growing to full attention so I reached into my pants and adjusted myself to a more comfortable position. A large metal free-standing frame was next, padded straps at the four corners and a mechanism at the center of each side which when engaged let the entire frame be rotated to any position from inclined to upside down. A few large eye bolts were attached to the ceiling and walls in another corner, waiting for the next participant. While I have never experienced bondage other than some small games with silk ties and a blindfold with my ex girlfriend, this tableau had me totally aroused. My cock was almost painfully hard and throbbing in my thankfully loose fitting pants. The tip must have been oozing a little because I felt a wet spot where the head was held against my lower stomach. Finally going over to the cabinets and dresser I peered into the open drawer. There was an assortment of dildoes and vibrators, all shapes sizes and colors, some with plugs some without, some with remote controls attached. The next drawer held lubes, lotions, condoms, oils and a box of surgical gloves. Below that was an assortment of candles and clips of all sizes, some wooden some plastic. Going over to the cabinets I saw in the first one a variety of harnesses, restraints, hoods, gags and some things I didn't know what the hell they were. In the next cabinet were full outfits, some leather some vinyl with and without studs and straps. A collection of footwear on the floor of the cabinet caught my eye. Boots of varying lengths, calf high to what looked like full leg, some heels so high I don't know how anyone could stand on them without pitching forward. Shoes with long straps which I guessed twined up the wearer's legs. The final cabinet had a collection of straps, whips, paddles, long feathers, switches and canes. Jeez I muttered, something is getting turned on in here but I don't think its the water. I was jolted back to the job at hand when my phone buzzed on my hip. Answering it I noticed almost a half hour had passed in my inspection of this modern day dungeon. "Yeah, I am just turning the water back on now, I should be done soon, go ahead and call my next job," I said to my boss' enquiry. Leaving the room I mused on how fate was funny, if I had chosen the left hand door first I never would have known what went on in the basement of this quiet suburban home. The plain labeled videos now made sense to me as I passed them on my way to what I hoped was the utility room of the house. I could only imagine the hours and hours of tapes and their contents. The other room in the basement was what you would expect; laundry, furnace, boxes of miscellaneous stuff and finally the elusive water valve. I quickly turned on the water and went back upstairs to finish the job. As everything checked out I was soon on my way to the door. I called up the stairs to the lady of the house "Ma'am I'm all done, could you please come and sign the paperwork?" I had to call twice before I got a reply from the still slumbering woman. After a moment the woman came down the steps, yawning. Her robe was untied this time and my eyes jumped when I saw the sheer nighty. The large breasts clearly visible through the thin fabric and a trace of a shadow down below "Do you want me to turn the water back on?" she asked. "No," I replied, "its all taken care of." She began to turn red as a blush spread across her face. "Oh my... did you find it ok?" "No problem, first door on the left and there it was. Very nice home theater you have there, I bet you really enjoy watching your movies on a great setup like that." Her blush deepened and spread to her upper chest as I turned and went out the door. To be continued... A Hard Day's Work Today was going to be one hell of a long day, the first of many she suspected. She'd thought she knew what she had been letting herself in for, but he'd surprised her and how. This morning, she'd been awakened early be a courier. Hastily wrapping a robe around herself she'd swapped her signature for a smallish, heavy box, and a letter. She recognised his handwriting on the letter and eagerly ripped it open, curious as to what he'd written. She was vaguely aware of gasping as her eyes took in the contents of the letter. It seemed that she was to open the box, and use all the enclosed items on herself before heading off to work. Her fingers shook as she attacked the tape holding the box closed, she thought she knew how inventive his mind was, and was nervous about what she'd find inside. Sitting there, right on the top was a bra, but nothing like she'd seen before. It looked right out of a fetish video. It seemed to consist of nothing more than thin, flexible straps. Holding it up, and examining it closer, she saw just how fiendish it actually was. The cups, for want of a better word, were nothing more than two circles of rubber, which looked suspiciously small for her ample breasts. From these led the usual straps, well usual for a strapless bra that is. They didn't end in the usual hook and eye arrangement, but instead a slim spike, which would slide into the matching cylinder. Hanging off the cylinder was a note, which told her that this was a simple padlock, to which he held to only key. She realised that once she'd put the bra on, it wouldn't be coming off 'til he released her. Examining it closer, she saw that from the opening for her breasts, stretched four short straps ending in a metal ring, connecting them all. Swallowing heavily, she knew that the ring would slip over a nipple, gripping it tightly, and the rubber hoops would grip her breast tightly. From previous experience, she knew that they'd swell, blossoming in size, and that her flesh would get sensitive, very sensitive, so that the lightest touch would be the most exquisite torture. As she opened her robe in preparation she finally noticed that there was more. Welded to each of the rings were two small holders, holders for the bars that speared her nipples. She cursed, upon seeing the holders, he knew just how much she loved, feared having her nipples stretched. Although they would be incredibly sensitive, a direct line to her soul, they would also be incredibly uncomfortable, a constant reminder of both her arousal and her submission to his will. Taking a deep breath, she slipped the first nipple in to the ring, working the bar into the holder. She was panting by the time she'd finished her first nipple, the bar was being held almost a full inch from its normal resting place. The skin was so taught, so sensitive, the merest touch was both too much and not enough. Once she had them both done, squeezing her breasts into the rubber hoops wasn't too bad, apart from the fact that the straps that the rings around her nipples was almost too short. They bit into her skin, making her abused breasts swell even further. Letting out a long, slow breath, she brought the ends of the lock together, and almost without thought, she pressed the lock closed. Looking in the mirror she took stock of her breasts. They stood up, proud on her chest, not the slightest hint of droop. Her nipples were like two dark beacons atop her pale flesh. Her skin was flawless, stretched taught and way too sensitive. Next out of the box were two small halves of a ring, lined with soft rubber. They obviously snapped together, and upon closer examination, she saw they were similar to the lock that now held her bra closed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realise that they were meant to be clipped around her clit. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she opened her legs wide, and slipped her trembling hands between her moist lips. She wasn't surprised to find that she was incredibly horny, but she decided that she'd complete her exploration of the boxes contents before finishing herself off. Her fingers eagerly sought out the centre of her pleasure, and before she could think about it, she carefully centred her clit between the rings, and snapped them closed. There was a quiet little click, and it was done. She could feel the exposed part of her clit swelling, throbbing with an increased lust. She knew that if she were to toy with it, even for a moment she'd cum so hard, but she relished the feeling of being so near the edge, so eager to make it, she stopped herself, but only just. She loved the way she felt right now, eager, desperate even, but knowing that she was in control of her desires. Next were two garters. She looked at them, trying to understand why they looked so different, and with a flash she realised that they had way too many clips on them, too many by far. Sliding one long leg into one, she arranged the clips around her thigh, not too surprised to find that there were three spare ones, lying along the inner part of her thigh. The clips were almost, but not quite long enough to reach her labia. Knowing that this was going to hurt a bit, she worked the garter a little higher, and then attached the clips to her lips. The pull on them was firm, not too strong, but strong enough for a full days wear. Once she'd done her other leg, she realised just how open and exposed she was. She seemed to feel every little draft, every breeze. The feeling of exposure was incredible. She felt so wanton, so sluttish; it was an incredible turn on even in her already aroused state. Last out of the box were three weights; she hefted them in her hand, trying to judge just how heavy they were. Only a couple of ounces each, but over a full day she knew they'd be feeling like they were pounds. The first two clipped to her nipple bars. Taking a deep breath, she started to attach them. She almost dropped them when she realized that they were little bells too. Oh My God she thought, if she wore these she'd have to be careful about walking, so as not to make any giveaway noise. The weight from her nipples wasn't too bad, even if they hung down a little. The stretching, the weights pulled both her breasts and nipples in very interesting ways! She thought she'd love this after all. The one for her clit however, it's attachment wasn't so obvious, not at first. That is until she realised that this weight screwed over the ring squeezing her clit. Looking at it closer, she realised that once the weight was attached, then her exposed clit would be covered and untouchable. No big deal she thought, I can always remove the weight when I need to bring myself off, and put it back when I'm finished. And with that thought, she slowly slipped it over the ring and tightened it. She could feel her clit being twisted, and it was almost enough to bring her to orgasm, but she tried to put it out of her mind, concentrating on getting the threads to match instead. A couple of turns, and it was almost seated properly, when she felt more than heard a faint click. Pausing, it wasn't repeated, so she ignored it, for now at least. Gingerly standing, she looked at herself again in the mirror. Her breasts were magnificent, big, swollen globes of tempting flesh, the nipples were hard as bullets, sticking out, dipping slightly from the weights that were attached. Running her fingers over them, cupping them, sent shivers through her, and when she gently touched her tortured nipples, she couldn't help but let out a low moan. Every tough, every caress sent erotic shivers through her, deepening her desire for release. Her opened pussy looked so inviting, so wanton. As she watched she saw a drop of her arousal slowly dripping off one stretched lip and running down her thigh. Oh how she wanted a good fucking right now, to be bent over, to be held down, her face buried in the bedclothes whilst he took her from behind, his cock savagely thrusting into her open pussy. And with that thought, she started to remove the weight from her clit so that she could bring herself some release. In shock she realised that it wouldn't undo. It wouldn't turn; all she was doing was twisting and pulling on her already swollen and tender clit. Desperately she looked into the box again, and there, right in the corner, all scrunched up and almost illegible was a note. She read it, and reread it, not taking it in. It seems that the clit weight was a lock too. She wasn't to put it on, unless she was sure that she wanted to be kept from her clit for the whole day. She leapt up, screaming in frustration, her weights ringing with the sudden movement. No, no, not for a whole day she cried. She was so desperate, no needy for release now, now not later. Though some small dark part of her mind told her being kept from relief was arousing her too. There was nothing to be done about it, apart from finishing her dressing, and getting through the day as best she could. She just hoped that her desperate need wouldn't be too obvious to all those at work. A Hard Day's Work Clarance struggled to button his uniform. McTasty's had given him a pair that was just a size too small, giving him an uncomfortable pull on his crotch. He took a quick look in the mirror. Tight clothes, unshaven stubble, and dark circles under his eyes. Coupled with his bad smell, he had all the winning qualities of being a grill worker. Alas, he was running behind. He stepped out of his dingy, smoke-stained apartment to his rusting Ford Focus. It was a decrepit old piece of shit. Still, it got him from A to B. He stuck the key in the ignition slot, and cranked it. He pushed in and out on the dashboard, and it finally fired up to the idea of going downtown. He pulled out of the lot, and sped off towards work. His car died just as he pulled right into the Employee Parking section. Clearly pissed and looking flustered, he slammed the door, and walked onto solid ground. The sky was wonderfully blue, and the golden sunlight showered the sky with warmth. Fresh air blew against his back. After savouring the moment, he headed in. His manager Cindy stood at the counter, eyeing him as he shuffled into the room. She had always been a pretty thing, with curves that would make even the least enthusiastic race car driver in the world randy about a Dale Earndhart-style track. A wonderfully sticky smell of cheap perfume hung around her like a swarm of summer bees, and her watery blue eyes bore nails through his soul. "You're late, Claw." she said, frowning. She bit her lip, as if she were unsure of herself. She took a deep breath. "I really hate to do this." "You're sending me to the Automation Crew?" he replied. "Well, Jimmy got here before you. He got your spot." "Fuck. Alright, fine. Be a bitch about it." She glared at him with an iciness reminiscent of what had dominated the relationship they once had. No matter, it went without saying that everyone fucks at McTasty's. He slunked off to the back room, and banged on a clean white door labeled "Automation". "Fred, let me in. Cindy's being a cunt and sent me." A bolt thundered on the other side of the door, and it swung open. Fred was a stubby redheaded little man, and wore a white smock. A cigar hung from his mouth. "Of course she is, Claw. You've got to remember that she's your boss, though." "True, Fred. True. Well, who do we have on the menu today?" Fred laughed. "Well, Jill got stuck running dishwasher. Todd's running assembly, and Alice is on the Bun machine. And then..." "Don't tell me." "Sorry, Claw. Looks like Janice is managing the boilers." There was an awkward pause. "Janice, as in, 300-pound-and-smells-like-fish Janice?" Clarence asked. "The one and the same." "Fuck! Agh, that ruins everything! Jill's got a nice ass on her, Todd's as hung as a stallion, and Alice has the sweetest lips, but Janice ruins the whole set up." "That's the way it's gotta be." replied Fred, with a hint of a smirk. "Best get positioned and pitch in." He walked into the Decontamination Room and stripped naked. The rays hit him with a familiar warmth. After drinking in the familiarity, he strutted into grill. "Morning, Claw." called Alice. "Remember to put your fasteners on properly today. Last time it whipped me in the face and really hurt." He chuckled. Nevertheless, he complied, and fastened his limbs and other extremities into their designated loops and chains. "Hope we don't get some awful rush today." he muttered. They laughed nervously. Irony could not have struck at a worse time. Nearly instantly, the rush alarms started sounding. The grips on the girdles tightened against Clarence's body, and he felt the familiar pinching sensation from the sheer amount of straps on him. His weak arms were helplessly thrust down into the grill pipes. He penetrated through the slimy outer layers, and his nimble fingers sifted through the raw meat. The automation system forced his arms deeper, he could feel the straining in his back as he pushed the meat downwards to the grill below him. Just twelve inches under the floor and flow of meat, a blade was cutting the mixture into individual patties. He could feel the heavy vibrations, and desperately tried not to get his fingers sliced off. The chains tugged his arms deeper and deeper into the tube. The iron casing dug into his arms, and his skin cut and tear against the edges. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from yelping in pain. After a near eternity, the tube ejected his forearms. He was finally able to move again, and he was overjoyed for the time being. Fred's voice came over the loudspeakers. "Alright, crew. We seem to be doing alright with timing at the moment. Regulations state that you all need to get in the grill area to maintain the equipment while we have time." The entire crew thundered in. Jill, Todd, Alice, Cindy, and Janice all stood there blankly for a moment, and began slowly polishing all the equipment. Clarence looked down at his shackles for a moment, and wondered why he had gotten into this mess. His musings were interrupted when Janice bumped into him unexpectedly. He felt her warm rolls rub up against his cock, and he was surprised at how hard he was. He opened his mouth to protest, but the force of her solid shoulder accidentally hitting his lungs caused him to choke instead. "Oh, uh, sorry Claw" she mumbled. He looked into her eyes for a moment. They were a dull amber, like brown shit smeared on a cardboard sign. Her flabbering jowls sort of hung in midair, causing drool to drip out of one side. Her entire body was a shambling mass of fat, like a walking humpback whale. She stooped over. "Here, Claw, let me help you clean the pipe. Your arms are all messed up." He obliged, and she bent over. He enormous ass crack hung out, and he nearly vomited at the sight of it. Still, it was nice of her to help him, even if she was ugly. The alarm sounded again, and before anyone could move, the machines worked Clarence to his position. His body was slowly pushing towards Janice. He struggled every step of the way, pulling against the chains. He could feel his ligaments stretching and tearing as the chains pulled him to position. Janice had no inkling of what was about to happen to her. Her exposed hips posed as an ideal entry point for Clarence, and his cock pushed into her depths. He could feel their bodies wrenching and straining, until her heard a muffled scream. Janice's head became lodged in the grill pipe, and her head was slowly working its way through the remaining meat supply. It wasn't Clarence's fault. He would have helped her if he could. But, the initial weight of Janice and the force of the chains proved to be simply too much. Under her muffled screams, everyone in grill heard the whirring of the blades. They made a sickening scraping noise as the iron blended into her scalp, adding her to the meat supply already cooking in grill. He snapped. Not only did he just experience watching someone die, but he was technically fucking a dead body. On top of that, he was also contributing to cannabilism, which the Church and governing bodies of New London had outlawed nearly a hundred years ago. It struck him as odd to hear her last words. "Help me, help me!" was definitely not what he wanted to say when he died. "Stop the machine!" he screamed. Blue warning lights flashed, and Fred ran into the room. "What happened?! Is the machine alright?" he asked. "Janice...just fucking died." Clarence began. He looked down and noticed that the saw blades had still been working on her, pulling her fat carcass along. Her body slid off and into the grinder, and he was free...from her, at least. "Well, it's alright, Claw. She was a terrible worker. Always on her goddamned cell phone or listening to her Zune. She was useless anyway." "What about the meat?" "The meat? Aw, don't sweat it, Claw. These things happen all the time." "They do?" "Yeah, they do." Fred laughed. "But look, it's not your fault. Why don't you just go home and sleep this all off? Pretend it never happened." Clarence obliged, and left the room covered in Janice's blood. Little shreds of her folds were sticking to his chest, so he showered off and got dressed. As he walked out of the back, Cindy caught his eye. He grabbed her just as she bit into a McTasty Big Whop Burger. "Sometimes, you can be a real bitch." he said. A Hard Day's Work I woke with a smile on my face. It was a day off! Michelle had work, so I had the house to myself. I lay in bed until about 9, just pondering what I was going to do, before I decided to roll out of bed and have breakfast. I strolled downstairs to our kitchen and walked towards the fridge, when I saw it. A list of chores. I silently cursed, knowing that Michelle was taking advantage of my free time. It wasn't that I could necessarily complain, I didn't exactly have plans, but I was still upset that my not doing anything was interrupted. The list was relatively mundane: mop the kitchen, clean the counters, scrub the bathroom, vacuum all the carpets, and run the dishwasher. I figured that it would make life a lot easier if I knocked out all the chores early and left the afternoon free to myself. I started with the vacuum, making quick work of the carpeted areas in the house. Once I felt the carpet would pass inspection, I went to work on the bathroom that Michelle and I share. It wasn't a thorough job, but the tile looked clean and the shower was sprayed, so I figured my wife couldn't complain. I left the last chores together, since they were all situated in the kitchen. Loading the dishwasher was a drag, but I got the machine running and scrubbed down the counters. I thought that I could leave the floor of the kitchen for after the dishes were done, so I grabbed some toast for breakfast, and went upstairs for a morning shower. The hot water felt great on my skin, so I took my time rubbing the soap suds around my body and shampooing my hair. I glanced down and noticed that my crotch had some stubble on it, so I decided to do something nice for my wife and shave it clean. The safety razor felt good taking the short hairs off of my groin and scrotum, and my mind absently drifted to dirtier thoughts. I vividly remembered Michelle and I's poolside lovemaking a few weeks ago, and the exhilarating sensation of being watched. Since then, she and I have fooled around some more in full view of people. She gave me a very hot and heavy handjob on a park bench for another couple last weekend, and we'd occasionally get in front of our webcam to make love while another couple watched, usually doing the same. We'd grown more adventurous, and the results were nice. Michelle wore more revealing clothing outside, which turned us both on as she teased men and women with her gorgeous body. She'd take extra care to make sure I was fully hard before we headed out, because she loved watching women silently stare at the tent in my pants that she would lightly caress. We had even broached the topic of same room sex, or even sharing, but we'd agreed that we wanted to find people we trusted, who we knew were safe. Ironically, we were looking for monogamy in a foursome, but we made the joint decision that we wouldn't do anything until the right couple came along. My mind came back and I had finished shaving myself clean. My thoughts had left me with a sizeable erection, so I decided I was going to take care of it before I would go see if the dishes were done. I turned off the blissfully warm water, and toweled myself dry in the bathroom. After a quick teeth-brushing, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to the computer in the corner of our master bedroom. I cast the towel aside and sat down, booting up the computer and logging into my account. I gripped the base of my shaft and shook my boner around, letting the blood swell the helmet to full size before giving my shaft a few dry pumps while the profile loaded. Opening my web browser, I went to a tube site that we frequent and found a hot and heavy FFM threesome. The women were, of course, stunning. They were a blonde and brunette with large, fake breasts with shapely butts and curves in all the right places. Though they looked nothing alike, other than hair color, I envisioned Michelle as the brunette, and my neighbor's wife, Kim, as the blonde. I smiled at the image in my head of Kim and Michelle servicing me before I turned my full attention back to the video. The women were kissing and moaning as they toyed with each others nipples. I grabbed some lube from on the desk and squirted a healthy portion onto my rock hard cock. The oil felt great on my shaft as I rubbed up and down in slow, tightly-gripped, strokes. I leaned my head back and exhaled... when the doorbell rang. "Well, this sucks," I muttered to myself as I paused the video and turned off my screen. The doorbell rang again, the person waiting was either a kid playing a prank, or someone on very urgent business. Trying to not keep the ringer waiting, I grabbed some black gym shorts out of my dresser and stepped into them, making it downstairs to the third doorbell ring. At this point, I was agitated that someone would be so impatient, but I thought "It could be an emergency," so I reserved my judgement. I swung the door open, to see Kim on my front step. I smiled and unconsciously flicked my eyes up and down her body. She must have been out for a run, since she was in white athletic shoes, black spandex shorts, and a pink sports bra. Her skin was lightly shining with sweat, and the pink material on her top was darker with moisture in some areas. Hoping I didn't stare too much, I asked, "What's up, Kim?" When my eyes came back to her face, she had a small smile. I couldn't tell if she noticed my looking, or if she was just being polite. "I'm locked out," she replied, "Did Taylor ever give you a key?" I thought for a second. "Umm," I said, stretching out the pause, "I can't remember. Come inside and I'll check." "Oh, thank you," she said, "It's blistering outside." "Tell me about it," I chuckled, ignoring the fact that I hadn't been outside at all on this lazy day. "Feel free to get something to drink, and I'll look for that key," I called over my shoulder as I went upstairs. I heard Kim walk towards the kitchen. I padded into my room and checked all the usual places we leave keys. Nothing. It finally hit me as I walked back downstairs, I'd given the key to Kim's son about a month ago so he could get in his house, and he forgot to bring it back. As I turned into the kitchen, I got another eyeful of Kim. She was in her early thirties, but she looked marvelous. Her daily yoga routine kept her core tight and trim, and she ran as much as she could to keep herself fit and her legs strong. Her butt wasn't as shapely as Michelle's, but it was pure toned muscle, which was still pleasant to look at. Her husband, Taylor, had even sprung for a boob job for her after their son, and Kim was left with round, perky C-cups. My eyes hovered on her pink top, specifically at the little lumps that her hard nipples made now that she was in the cool A/C. My gaze wandered up to her face, with her piercing blue eyes and golden blonde hair pulled up in a sporty pony tail. I didn't have to imagine her nude, since I already had seen her several times practicing nude yoga in her living room. The sight was awesome, even Michelle admitted to getting turned on by Kim's body. My mind finally came back to the moment at hand, and I realized that I had definitely stared too long, and Kim had certainly noticed. Her smirk betrayed her thoughts, but she let my staring slide. "I just remembered," I began, "I gave it to Jay, and he forgot to return it." "Shoot," she said, mildly frustrated, "Well, thanks for checking anyway." "You can stay in here if you'd like," I blurted out, not thinking past the minute we were in. "No use sweating outside when I'm going to be sitting home alone if you leave." Kim silently weighed the situation, "Okay," she decided. There was another small pause before she asked, "Can I use your shower?" "Sure, but you don't have anything to wear," I said, ignoring all the implications my brain threw around for me to ponder. "I left some work-out clothes here last time I changed to take a dip with Michelle," Kim replied, "I wasn't going to walk around naked, Nick." We both laughed, mine was a little more nervous than I intended, but Kim's giggle was light and bubbly. It was nice to have a joke to distract from my less-than-appropriate thoughts, but Kim followed her laugh with a playful wink that I couldn't help but read in to. Kim skipped past me, but then turned her head over her shoulder and said, "And you can take care of that boner before I get back, if you'd like." I was red in the face. I knew, because of her grin, that she was just teasing, but it was a little embarrassing. I did realize that the light material in the shorts would allow my cock to flop around for anyone to see, but I had hoped that my stiffness would have gone down by the time I had finished looking for the keys. I guess I should have known better though, Kim had always been a fan of inappropriate jokes, and my walking around like a teen with no self control was too easy material for her to work with. I tried to take my mind off of things by mopping the kitchen while Kim jogged up stairs. "Get a hold of yourself," I thought, "You have a beautiful wife, just calm down and the two of you can work all this sexual tension out tonight." My plan backfired. Instead of relaxing, my boner came back with new firmness at the thought of Michelle and I nude in the bedroom. I tried tensing my legs to draw blood and attention away from my cock as I finished mopping the floor. I had made my way to semi-flaccid when the shower cut off. I was listening as Kim padded around my room, when I heard Kim call downstairs. "Nick, mind if I use your computer? I'm going to try and email Taylor to come home early." It seemed like a reasonable request, so I called back, "Sure!" "Thanks," she said, sounding chipper. The word finished ringing down the stair case when it hit me. I hadn't closed my porn! I quickly stepped out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. I stopped in the doorway, stunned. I was too late, the video was playing. "But wait," I thought to myself, "I had left that paused." My attention turned to Kim, who was still in a towel, her left hand lightly caressing the top of her chest, while her right was casually working its way up her leg to her labia. Apparently my mad dash was quiet enough that Kim didn't hear. Her hands kept working around her body as she bit her lower lip and smiled. Her cheeks were tinged red and her breathing was deep and rapid. She must have remembered where she was, because she suddenly paused the video and opened a new tab. Kim glanced over her shoulder, saw me in the doorway, and jumped. "Oh my gosh you scared me," she said, laughing nervously. "Sorry," I said, apologizing for scaring her and leaving up my video, "I just realized that I had left something open, and I didn't want to offend you." "Oh, I don't mind," she said, grinning as her hand guided the mouse back to the illicit tab. "In fact, I watch it all the time." With that, she clicked back on the porno. My face was hot, I felt knots in my stomach and my palms were sweating; most importantly, my dick was at full attention. I gulped hard, staring, frozen, at this beautiful almost-naked woman in front of my computer. This woman who was my neighbors wife. My wife! I thought about Michelle, about what she would think, what she would say. Kim put the video on full screen and set the volume to a level loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be talked over without shouting. She stood, her toned, tan legs carrying her in a sultry walk to sit on my bed, no, OUR bed, my wife and I's bed. She perched herself on the edge of the side facing the computer and let her legs slowly draw apart. "Want to watch with me?" Kim said, an innocent tone in her voice contrasting with the devilish grin on her lips. "I... uh... n-...," I couldn't form words. "Come on over, we don't have to do anything, we can just watch." She invited, again luring me in with a twinkle in her eye. I felt like I could puke. I was light-headed and sweat was dripping off my palms. My mouth was like a desert, and I licked my dry lips as my feet carried me over to the side of the bed, my bouncing hard-on leading the way. I sat, staring ahead at the screen, watching the beautiful people please each other in marvelous ways. I was intent on not glancing over, not staring down Kim, not tempting myself to go any farther than watch a porno with someone else's wife. My will broke and my eyes flicked to my left. Kim was leaning back on her elbows, I could see her hands were shaking too. We were both caught up in the moment, nervous and excited about being with a different person in a sexual situation, but also wracked with a gnawing guilt. I saw her legs were slightly spread apart, the towel tantalizingly close to allowing her moist pussy to peek out of the bottom. I had lost track of the movie, my eyes were exploring the close-to-naked woman next to me. I followed to folds and curves of the towel to Kim's breasts, which were also just barely covered. My eyes traced her cleavage and I swallowed hard again. When I finally lifted my gaze, I caught Kim's eyes flicking away from the tent my package was making. I looked at her face just a little too long, and we made eye contact. We both smiled and giggled nervously. "We probably shouldn't be doing this." She said. "Yeah," I began, "It's just... too exciting to stop." My voice was shaking, I licked my lips again. Kim let out another nervous giggle. There was a long pause before she spoke again. The nervous tension in the room was thick. "That's true," she said, "I guess there's no harm in... seeing anything?" It was phrased like a question, but I couldn't tell if she was asking me or herself. "I guess you're right," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She blurted out, suddenly. I could tell that she immediately regretted saying that, but, as I had mentioned, it was hard to convince myself not to take the opportunity to stop this whole scene. I took my time, thinking of a way to agree without sounding too eager. "Okay," I said, after a long, shaky breath. I stood, making tense eye-contact with Kim. I hooked my thumbs inside my waist band and pulled my shorts down. My rock-hard dick hung on the inside of the elastic before the head came free. My boner sprang up, bouncing out of the band, and threw a clear stream of pre-cum out. The fluid landed on Kim's knee. She looked down and smiled, then looked back and me. "A little excited, are we?" She asked, clearly as glad as I was to find a joke to break the tension. "Sorry," I said, not really apologizing, "It is pretty exciting." I knew I sounded lame, Kim knew it too, but she cut me some slack. Now it was her turn, and she pulled the towel free, allowing it to fall open. I didn't need to catch my breath, I knew exactly what hid under the towel, but it was still closer than I'd ever been to Kim's naked body. We were both admiring what the other had to offer. I sat back down next to her, a little closer than before, but not enough to really invade anyone's personal space. The movie was over, so Kim stood and bent in front of the desk to find a new flick to entertain us. I almost drooled. Her tight, muscular ass wasn't as shapely as I liked in women, but I could still appreciate the toned, firm look it had. I cocked my head to the side to see her clean-shaven pussy peeking between her legs as she was double over. Kim stood and came back to the edge of the bed, she took the opportunity to reduce the distance between us even more. There was hardly six inches left between us, and I could feel the warmth radiating off of her naked body. The butterflies in my stomach were on over-drive. My head felt like it was spinning and my body felt febrile. My hand was quaking as I slowly placed it at the base of my cock. She had selected a foursome scene, two attractive couples watching and swapping partners. I tried not to read into the selection, but I couldn't help but feel like there was a subliminal hint buried in there. I drew my hand up and down my shaft in slow, tight pumps as I stared ahead. I looked over at Kim, who was staring at my cock between brief glances at her video. Her hand was gently massaging her vulva, with her nails lightly dragging on the smooth flesh. Our eye met, and she smiled before looking back at my member. "Mmmm," she moaned, her first finger plunging into her now very moist love canal, "Michelle must love getting that every night to herself." She said, placing extra emphasis on "love" and never taking her eyes off my dick. "She seems to like it," I had felt a pang of guilt at the mention of my wife, and my stomach felt tighter than ever. Kim seemed to pick up on my nerves, and she placed her free hand on my arm. "Don't worry, Nick," she said, trying to comfort me while she worked a second finger into her pussy, "This can stay our little secret." Her wink was subtle, but I noticed the playful tones in her voice. "What's to keep?" I asked, "We aren't doing anything too bad." I knew I'd just landed us in hot water. My comment hung in the silence as it sunk in that I'd just led us toward potentially adulterous territory. I was confused, I wanted Kim, I wanted her bad, but I didn't want to hurt Michelle. Kim seemed to be caught up in the moment as well, and neither of us seemed to be bailing out. "Well, I guess," Kim's speech was hesitant, betraying her anxiety and excitement, "We can always... be bad." With her last syllable, her hand landed on my cock. My whole body quivered, and my breath caught. I couldn't think, I could hardly hear over the sound of my own heartbeat. I stared down at her hand as it worked it's way up my shaft and back down. It felt great. Kim clearly knew how to handle a cock, and the pleasure almost completely pushed all the guilt and anxiety out of my mind. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as my hand fell away from my groin and I let Kim do her work. I felt warm, moist arm moving near my face before I heard Kim whisper, "I've seen you watching me." I tried to play it cool, but I felt a new pang of excitement and fear. "You have?" I asked, "When?" "You don't think I notice you out by the pool when I do my yoga?" Kim asked, her mouth tantalizingly close to my ear, "We do have curtains, you know." My heart almost skipped a beat, "So... you wanted us to see?" I asked, trying to play dumb. "Oh yes," she said, a small giggle escaping, "I wanted you and Michelle to see everything." She giggled again and worked her hand on my cock a little faster. "Just like I wanted to see this before we got going." The voice was new, but familiar. My eyes sprang open and I jumped up, looking at the door in shock. Michelle was in business attire, a tight black sweater with a cowl neck and tasteful grey slacks that clung to her hips with 3 inch heels. Her ruby-red lips were curled into a wicked grin as she looked at mine and Kim's naked bodies. Kim slipped off of the bed and walked on her knees toward me, wrapping an eager hand around my cock. Michelle kept watching, taking a few more steps into the room. "You," I began. "Set this up." Michelle finished my sentence for me. "Oh, yes baby." She said with a smile. I felt Kim's hot breath on the head of my dick and glanced down to see her head growing closer and closer. When I looked back up, Michelle had crossed the room and was standing right in front of me. "I'm sorry I tricked you babe," she said, still smiling wide, "but I thought it would be nice if we brought some of that spice we'd been talking about." With that, she dropped to her knees. Kim pointed the head of my cock at Michelle's face. "Oh, please, guests first." My wife replied. A Hard Day's Work Kim didn't wait to respond, and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, sucking hard on just the tip. Michelle's hand came from below and began fondling my balls. Kim began bobbing her head back and forth, lubing up my solid erection. "How's this baby?" Michelle asked. "Wonderful." I whispered as Kim picked up the pace. After a backward stroke of her head, Kim brought her mouth all the way to the base of my shaft. She stayed down for what felt like minutes before her throat clenched in a gag and she came up for air. Michelle took my dick from her hand and immediately went to work with her mouth. Kim smiled up at me and turned her attention to Michelle. "Let's get these clothes off." She said, and unbuttoned my wife's slacks. The light material fell to the bottom of her ass, but it was impossible to pull the pants off with her kneeling, and Michelle showed no signs of stopping from giving me a long, sloppy blow job. Kim worked her hands up the sides of my wife's tight sweater to unhook her bra. "Naughty, naughty," Kim said, smiling, "Someone is letting them hang." Michelle hummed a response to the affirmative. She then broke the seal of her lips on my dick, and arched her back, bringing her mouth underneath my hard-on. Her hand worked furiously for a short burst before she gripped the base of my shaft and slapped my helmet against her tongue, making a moist smacking noise. It felt pretty good, but the sight of seeing her like that was exhilarating. Kim took the chance to pull Michelle's sweater up and, with some encouragement to let go of my cock long enough, off her torso. The sweater was cast across the room, and Kim's hands began eagerly kneading my wife's full, soft breasts. Michelle lost focus on my cock and turned to Kim. Their mouths met in a hungry kiss and my jaw dropped. My wife swore she wasn't into girls "in that way", as she said. But here she was, sharing a passionate, deep tongue kiss with another woman. They broke the kiss and looked up at me, smiling again. "I think he likes watching us kiss." Michelle said, stating the obvious. "Definitely." Kim agreed, "Now let's move this up onto the bed." My beautiful wife stood and stepped out of her slacks, kicking off her heels and leaving her in nothing but a lacy black thong. Kim helped her out of her thong, pulling it down as she wrapped her lips around one of my wife's nipples and sucking hard. Michelle moaned and put her hand on the back of our neighbor's head, cradling her as she applied suction. Kim took her mouth off with a sudden, hollow pop and Michelle let out a sigh of pleasure before stepping out of her underwear and strutting over to the bed. She laid down, her brunette locks falling behind her head, before Kim straddled her and their lips locked for another long kiss. I strolled over, almost unnoticed, and dove face-first into Kim's waiting groin. I heard a soft moan as my tongue plunged deep into our neighbor's tight pussy. There was a whisper about how good I was at eating out, and some response telling her to wait for the real show. I tried to ignore the praise, but I also heard Kim quietly tell that her husband had equal prowess. That's when I began to wonder if Taylor knew, and if he was okay, or if he was going to be compensated. At this point, I didn't care, I was lost in the sweet new taste of Kim's pussy. I slipped my tongue out and turned my attention to Michelle's familiar lips. I liked the taste of my wife's fluids better, but I also appreciated the difference. Their kisses were as noisy as their moans, and the eroticism of it all grew too much. I got to my knees behind Kim on the bed and positioned the head of my cock to rest on her perineum. "Wait," Michelle blurted out, "I want to watch you put it in her." I smiled and agreed. Michelle slipped out from underneath Kim, but then shimmied back underneath her, placing her head level with Kim's dripping wet vagina. "Go." Michelle said, eagerly. My helmet spread her vulva apart and entered her pussy. I slowly pushed my cock deeper and deeper. I was amazed at how tight she was, but figured she had exercises to keep herself that way. Kim's threw her head back and moaned loudly as I advanced all the way to the base. I didn't know how large she was used to, but she seemed to be taking my cock well. I felt my wife's tongue flicking between my balls and Kim's clitoris. With all the stimulation, I began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but growing faster, deeper, and harder with every thrust. Kim's moans began to grow into screams of pleasure before she buried her mouth in Michelle's mound. My wife's moan of pleasure was added stimulation as I screwed another woman right in front of her. I pumped faster, and Kim reached a speedy orgasm. She collapsed on top of Michelle, my cock falling out of her pussy as she twitched a little and recovered from a body rocking orgasm. "My turn!" Michelle said with glee. "But first, I have to clean this off." Michelle rolled our neighbor off of her and crawled up to my dick, licking and sucking Kim's pussy juice off of my shaft. She moaned as she did it. "Does it taste good?" I asked, teasingly. Michelle mumbled the affirmative around my cock before popping her mouth off and laying on her back with her legs spread towards me. I crawled on top of her and immediately began furiously thrusting into her. Her pussy was sloppy with saliva and juices, and she moaned her encouragement to me as she got lost in the fucking. Kim crawled over to us and sucked on Michelle's nipples for a short while before straddling my wife's face. As her tongue began exploring Kim's snatch, I brought my head up and sucked on Kim's nipples while I thrust hard into my wife. Michelle's orgasm was building fast, and I could tell from how her body tensed that it was going to be huge. I wanted to finish with her, but I wasn't quite ready to pop, so I thrust faster to give Michelle the O that she deserved. I broke the seal of my lips on Kim's nipple to breath as I exerted myself, working towards my wife's orgasm. Michelle came in a body-wracking orgasm, her vagina clenching and spasming around my cock. I was impressed that she continued to eat out Kim as she came, her muffled moans loud beneath Kim's pussy. I slipped out of Michelle and laid on my back to rest some. We were all covered in a sheen of sweat and panting hard. Kim crawled off of my wife and towards me. She straddled my hips and worked my hard, wet dick to the hilt, burying the length in her pussy. She let me relax as she rode me and did all of the work. Her hands were on my chest, bracing her weight as she worked her hips back and forth, sliding my length in and out. I felt Michelle's face inches from mine, and I turned my head to get a wet, open-mouthed kiss. I could taste the pussy on her, it was enough to make my head swim in pleasure. We unwrapped our tongues, and, suddenly, Kim brought her head down to give me an equally passionate kiss. As my tongue danced with hers, and felt Michelle's breath in my ear. "I want you to cum inside of Kim." She said, rather simply. Our kiss broke. "Really?" I asked, surprised and excited at the new command. "Yes." Kim responded, for my wife. Michelle grabbed my head again and kissed me. Kim braced her hands on either side of me and began working her hips faster. She ground her pussy around my dick, swirling and thrusting her hips in exciting ways. I was getting close, and Michelle propped herself up to give Kim another deep kiss. My orgasm was even closer, and Michelle smacked our neighbor's ass, cheering her on as Kim began to moan again. I started matching my thrusts with Kim's, grunting as my dick began to throb with the impending cum. "OH YES!" Kim screamed. Michelle's hand came down as another hard smack on Kim's ass. The slap was like a trigger, and I let out a loud grunt as I thrust upward into Kim and let my semen spew out. She pushed her hips into mine and screamed in ecstasy as her own orgasm washed over her. My cock throbbed and twitch a few more times before I was drained. My hips fell back to the bed, and Kim collapsed beside me. Michelle eagerly dove between Kim's legs, not allowing her to catch her breath as she lapped the semen out of her creampie. Kim moaned softly and let it happen, lost in the same world of pleasure as I. My wife finished her snack and laid down with us. We didn't relax long before all three of us piled into the shower to clean up. The ladies giggled and played with each other. I was getting aroused again, but I figured Michelle had plans for me anyway. We toweled off, and Kim got dressed in her running clothes while we stayed nude. Michelle produced the house key I'd been looking for, allowing Kim to get back into her house. My wife and I each gave Kim a passionate kiss good-bye, and she walked back next door. As the door shut, I wrapped Michelle in my arms, already hard and waiting for another fuck. We kissed and held each other for a while. "I think we might have found that couple." Michelle said, smiling. "Maybe." I said, "What's Taylor going to do when he finds out about today?" Michelle had been waiting for that. "Well, you see," she began, hesitantly, "Kim and I thought it would be fair if each of you got a threeway..." She let the word trail off. I stood for a while, thinking. "I guess it's fair." I relented. I didn't like the idea of sharing, but I had just banged his wife, so it wouldn't be right of me to say that I could get with Kim without allowing Michelle to reciprocate. "I love you." Michelle said, resting her head on my chest. "We can call the whole thing off if you don't want me to fuck Taylor." It was tempting, but I was growing more comfortable with the idea. "For now, I don't want to get jealous, and I don't want to put Kim in an awkward spot. I think I'm okay with it." I said. "Good," Michelle replied, "I love you." She said it again, but I knew she was trying to keep me comfortable with the new developments. "I love you too," I said, "This could be fun." Michelle's wicked grin was back. "I hope so." she said, "Now, are you going to stand here all night, or are you going to take me upstairs and fuck me senseless?" I gave her an equally devilish smile and swept her off her feet. We went upstairs and spent the night like newly weds, frantically thrusting and moaning. It was some of the best sex we had had in a while. A Hard Day's Work The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to look at people without them being offended. It's as if you are harmless and so people don't mind if you stare a bit. I always liked these seats, as they gave you a chance to look at the passengers, which was always pleasurable if they are attractive women. Being sixty doesn't stop one admiring the opposite sex, and as you'll find out later. There was a young lad, and an older man opposite, whilst next to me was a middle aged lady reading a book. The lad was listening to his Ipod and nodding to the music. I always caught the bus to work, the slow pace and hassle free mode of travel suited me. I hated finding car park spaces and having to cope with the busy traffic. It also gave me a chance to watch people and take the world in at a more leisurely pace. The bus stopped several times as it made its way toward the centre of the town. The seats around me filled up and I found myself sitting beside a man with an umbrella, though there was no sign of rain, and the spare seat opposite was taken by an elderly lady with a shopping bag. Once more the bus set off, taking us passengers to all those different personal destinations, I bet no one was going to one like mine, I mused. The bus once more slowed down with the brakes squealing a bit as they came to a halt. There was a huff of air as they were released and the door opened. A few people got off and were replaced by several who boarded. The bus was fast filling as we drew closer to the town centre with all the seats now taken. The last person to get on caught my eye. She was an attractive girl probably in her mid twenties, with short brown hair, dressed in a one piece blue and white striped light wool dress, that was quite figure hugging. She looked up the bus but seeing no spaces, stood in front of me taking hold of the chrome pole. Her hands were well formed with elegant fingers and medium length nails varnished with a clear polish. I saw she had no rings on her fingers. Her wrist sported a small watch with a dark blue strap and large face. The bus once more pulled away, with the passengers swaying from the movement. I looked up at the woman and was momentarily rewarded with her looking directly at me. She had an oval face, with well spaced eyes, almost a little Asian, with a small straight nose over a generous mouth, with neutral lipstick. As she looked about, I noted she had a fine neck that I followed down to her chest, which certainly interested me. The dress hugged her breasts which I assessed to be probably a C cup 37 or 38. They seemed large on her smallish frame and from the sooth contours of her dress I was wondering whether she had a bra on or not. I continued to examine them and noted two bumps where her nipples forced the material out. She must have fairly prominent nipples, for them to be seen like this. I felt a familiar tingling in my loins. I carried my inspection on down her body admiring the flat tummy and slight hips. The material folded slightly into her crotch, and filled out a little as it wrapped around her thighs. The dress stopped about mid thigh, under which I could see a well shaped pair of legs and calves. She was wearing medium heels that gave her legs a nice shape. As she turned around I was rewarded by the sight of her small bum embraced by the soft material, shaping itself to the muscles of her buttocks, which flexed as she balanced on the swaying bus. I stared some more, looking for the tell-tell line of her knickers where the elastic pulled her soft flesh in, but there were none. I felt my tingling getting even stronger. Was she wearing any knickers? I continued to examine her buttocks for signs of the contrary, but no I was sure the smoothness of her dress could only be obtained if she was not wearing any. Of course she could be wearing a thong with the strap cutting up between her buttocks caressing her anus and just covering her sex. I mused on an image of the strap disappearing between her firm buttocks, lovely. More excitingly I wondered is she was naked underneath the one piece of clothing she was wearing, her bare pussy just inches away from indecency. I looked up once more as she looked out of the window over my head. She didn't even notice me, old and harmless, I grinned as I turned over this thought in my mind. I wondered what she would be like naked, would there be any scars or unsightly moles. No I was sure this lady had a flawless skin. I raised my eyes and stared at her chest, the bus bounced on the badly made road and I was rewarded with the sight of her breasts also bouncing. She was definitely braless; they bounced some more as the bus continued along this rough piece of road, charming. I wondered where she was going, was she meeting a lover at some special rendezvous dressed like this? Surely she wasn't going to work as a secretary. Would she be bending over the desk at work, her boss ramming his hard cock into her subservient body? Or giving him a blow job before the day started. I looked up and smiled at her, but she ignored me, preferring to look out of the windows at the passing street scene. The bus slowed down and several people from the front of the bus needed to get by, forcing her to move closer to me, her breasts mere inches from my face. As she took her hand off the pole, to brush her hair, the bus suddenly braked and swayed to the left throwing the young women towards me. I held up my hands instinctively to steady her and for a brief moment they touched her on the breasts and hips, and in that moment I knew she was braless, the soft resistance of her mounds confirmed my suspicions. And as I took my hand away from her hips I also knew for certain she was not wearing any knickers, the naughty girl. She apologised as she stood back up straight unaware of my interest. I murmured no problem back to her as she blushed a bit, no doubt aware of my touch on her breasts. The bus stopped and the man opposite got up and left, leaving a seat which she sat back into. I noted she was very careful to keep her knees together as she sat down. The dress exposed half her thigh, it seemed a strange piece of clothing to wear if she had no knickers on underneath, as it formed a straight line across her thighs, where the shadow slid up even further covering her sex. This led me thinking to whether she had a shaved pussy or a full maidenhead, I hoped she had it trimmed, but not too severely just enough to keep her labia free of hair, whilst creating a pleasing furry triangle above them. I do love that curved mound adorned with fur when naked women are seen from the side. She was certainly gorgeous, creating as I fantasised about her a pleasing feeling in my cock. She looked around as I continued to daydream, my dick feeling tight as I imagined squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. Her cunt would be warm and moist as my fingers slid between her thighs. Ah, I wondered if she was a moaner or a panter, and would she thrust herself upwards as my cock head entered her. I smiled to myself as I continued to daydream about her. All too soon my journey came to an end, and as the bus slowed down to stop at the final destination, I prepared to get up. She was also getting off and had turned around to make her way to the doors. I followed enjoying smelling her scent as I stood just behind her. The bus stopped and she got off turning to the left and walked away as I turned to the right. What a great start to the day, I mused as I bought a paper from the local vendor and selected my favourite café for a drink. I ordered a coffee and looked around, the place was crowded with office workers and business men, but fortunately I found a small table and sat down. I checked my watch and calculated I had about half an hour or so before I needed to be at work. I opened a silver pill case I carry with me and popped one of the small green tablets into my mouth and washed it down with a gulp of water. The place was busy with people coming and going, the sounds of the music almost hidden by the noises from behind the counter and the general murmur of conversation. I carried on reading my paper until, with 15 mins before I was due for work I downed the last dregs of my coffee, folded my paper, and stood before saying goodbye to Max the owner. "Another hard day at the office Dave?" "Yes, I always hope I'll have a hard one," I chuckled as I left. I had only a brief walk to work, walking back towards and past the bus stop where I had got off. I hummed a tune, as I strolled along, my mind drifting back to the young woman on the bus, my cock growing heavier as I remembered her. I turned down a small alley between the bank and a tobacconist. It led through the city block, but half way through, I turned into a short alley where I stop in front of a red door and after entering a pass number on the entry lock, pushed it open. In front of me was a short staircase leading up to a landing where there were several doors. I walked to the end one and entered the room. "Hi Jack!" Angela greeted, from her desk. She took care of bookings, models, clients and acted as general dogsbody. Her bright cheery face was always a pleasure to see. "Dave wants to start early today, are you almost ready?" "Hang on I'll check." I said, reaching down to unzip my flies and with a quick flick of my fingers, pull out my cock. "Jack, you're incorrigible!" She laughed as my cock semi-erected itself before her. "I don't know how you keep going at your age." "Practice dear and chemicals," I laughed with her as we both looked down as it grew longer and longer finally standing out at almost its full nine inches. The head purple with veins that stood out on its 2 inch width. She continued to stare at it as if mesmerised. I broke the silence, "Oh well, I better get ready, it's a tough job, but someone's got to do it." I winked at her as I walked past her desk my cock still standing out in front and entered the next room where there were two dressing tables and in front a screen that could be passed on either side. I called out, "Dave, I'm here." "Good, whenever you're ready, we'll be videoing today." Great, I thought as I removed my jacket, I love videoing, none of this stop and start stuff, continual fucking, that's what I liked. I sat, removing my shoes and socks. My shirt followed, then trousers, and finally I slipped off my pants to stand there naked with my cock now almost fully erect, the Super Viagraforte having done its job. I'd be hard for hours with the right stimulus, nice tits, fanny or a pleasant face. I checked myself in the mirror, smoothed what little hair I had left and walked round the screen into the studio. Imagine my delight when I saw who I was fucking today. It was the girl on the bus, now naked, and sitting on the edge of a chair her legs wide apart displaying her lightly furred pussy and cunt slit, whilst the makeup girl kneeling in front of her checked she was tidy down there. The girl looked up at me and to crown what was looking to being a good day into a truly great one, was her comment when she saw my 9" erect cock waggling in front of me as I walked over. "My God, I've not got to take that up my arse, have I?"