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Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 1

By: Hcstuds



"I'm doing O.K.," I thought to myself as I continued to look over the books of my dry cleaning store. A business I would never have thought about getting into had it not have been for Carla, my accountant. She told me that I was paying too much income tax and should find a small business to buy.

A couple of months later, I was picking up my cleaning when I noticed a picture of an older man with a plaque below it, which read "In loving memory of Jack Cooper." The name of the cleaners was Cooper's Cleaners, so, I assumed that he must have been connected to the business in some way. When it was my turn at the counter, I asked the counter girl who it was.

By the look on her face, I thought that I had done something to make the teenager cry. She said, "That's Mr. Cooper. He owns, or at least did own, the cleaners. He died two weeks ago and I don't know what's going to happen now."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Ms. Cooper says that she doesn't know anything about business and she's thinking about closing it," she replied. "We told her that we could run it for her but I don't know what's she's gonna do."

"Do you really think that the people who work here could run the business?" I asked."

"Sure we could," she answered enthusiastically. "We pretty much do it now. Jake is the best cleaner and spotter in town, the pressers have been here about ten years, and Sarah who runs the place in the daytime could continue to do the books."

I asked her how I could get in touch with Ms. Cooper and she said, "I'll call her for you."

That's the way it started. Ms. Cooper, our attorneys, Carla, and I worked out an agreement and in about a month, I became a twenty-nine year old dry cleaning entrepreneur. I didn't know anything about dry-cleaning but I was lucky to have inherited a staff who did.

I had a staff meeting on the first day that I owned the business. During the meeting, I told them not to expect me to be like Mr. Cooper but I did have one of his traits. I would not be around very much. I told them to expect changes but not to worry because they would be for our mutual good. On Carla's suggestion, I gave everyone a modest raise right away and over the course of the next year, I offered them low-cost health insurance and a retirement savings plan. I also started a suggestion box and paid cash for the suggestions we used. Everyone seemed happy and I think because of that, revenues steadily increased. I drove by the plant one Sunday afternoon and saw the back door and all the windows open. I went in and all the employees were there. They had the clothes and the equipment covered and they were painting the walls of the work area a cheery light green. It was their intention to surprise me. It worked.

I hung around in my spare time. I was not there as a manager. I had given Sarah that title. I was there to learn about the workings of the business. I had learned enough to represent the business. I had secured drapery-cleaning business from some companies in town and went along with Jake to take the draperies down and rehang them. 

It was one of those times when I was hanging out that I answered the phone.

"This is Arlene Andrews," the voice said. "I'm thinking about having my draperies cleaned and fire proofed. Do you do that type of work?"

"We sure do, Ms. Andrews," I replied.

"What is the cost?" she asked.

"That depends on the size, weight, and the fabric that the drapes are made of," I answered. "I would be happy to come out to your house and work up an estimate for you."

"Are you the owner?" she asked. "Because if I was going to do business with your firm, I want to start at the top."

Because Jake was busy cleaning, I went alone. The Andrews lived in an affluent section of Orlando but when I rang the doorbell, Ms. Andrews answered. "Ms. Andrews, I'm Studs from Cooper Cleaners, " I announced. I've come to see about your drapes."

"Call me Arlene,' she said with a big smile. "Come on into the living room and we'll get started."

I guessed her age at about forty and she looked great. She was short, I would guess about five feet to five foot one, but she was not one of those tiny women. She had an athletic body and huge breasts. She was wearing a pair of plaid slacks and a black V-neck sweater that showed just the right amount of cleavage.

I was watching her cute ass as I followed her through the foyer into the living room. When she stopped, I kept going and ran into her. I grabbed at her to keep her from falling and as I did, my hand brushed across her breast. She didn't seem to notice but I felt a tingle in my loins.

"You certainly know how to knock a girl off her feet," she said

"I am so sorry," I apologized. I must have appeared to be a real dufus because I then realized that she was still in my arms. I released her a little too quickly and started to apologize again when she interrupted me. 

"No harm done," she said gave me a smile and a pat on my arm.

During the next hour or so, we worked together measuring the drapes in the living, dining, and bed rooms. She insisted on helping me and it did make the job go better and faster. I found out that she and her husband owned a fitness center and that she had her fiftieth birthday the previous weekend. We joked and laughed a lot. Being near her and seeing her beautiful body so close I kept at least a semi-rigid cock the whole time.

When I gave her my estimate, she kind of whistled and said, "To tell you the truth, that's a lot more than I wad thinking about paying to have them cleaned."

"I gave you a good price and we do quality work," I said. "Think it over and get other estimates but I really doubt that you will get a reliable cleaner to go any lower."

She walked me out to the company van. We were talking and laughing on the way. As we were passing her car, she stopped and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you what you would charge to clean these choir robes." She opened the back of her station wagon and removed one of the robes.

I checked out the robe and said, "We would probably charge between four and five dollars each but…"

"We can't afford that much!" she exclaimed as she interrupted me.

"Now don't go getting your panties in a knot," I said. "Let me finish."

"I can't get them into a knot because I don't wear them," she said.

I nodded my head like I was thinking it over. "I'll file that under information that might come in handy someday," I said. "About the robes, I'll make you a deal. If you will have the church give me a receipt for $450, I'll clean and press the robes gratis."

"That’s a deal," she said and gave me another one of those big beautiful smiles.

I moved the robes into my van and rolled down the driver's window prior to getting in. Sitting in the seat of the van I looked down at her big, perfectly shaped breasts and my cock swelled to its full extension. She jumped up onto the step of the van and laid one breast on my left hand that was still holding the door. 

She pulled her sweater down by the hem showing off more cleavage and asked, "You like these, don't you?"

" I sure do," I said. "But what gave it away?"

She must have been standing on her tiptoes when she reached through the van window, squeezed my hard on with her hand and said, "This." I was moving my right hand to feel of her breast. A second or so before I touched her, She jumped off the step and laughingly asked, "Do you think that I make out in the driveway?"

She added, "When you are ready to deliver the robes, call me and I'll meet you at the church. We'll get together and pray for you, you naughty boy."

When I got to the plant, I went inside to get a cart for the robes. Sarah went outside to help me. When I opened the van doors, she said, "Those don't look like drapes to me."

I told her, "We probably didn't get the drape job so I stopped by the Methodist Church a few blocks over and picked some charity work." 

Maybe it was the horny condition that Arlene had aroused in me but I looked at Sarah in a way that I had not before. Sarah was about five foot six inches tall with shoulder length naturally red hair and lovely freckles. She was slender with nice breasts. I would guess her bra size at about 34C. From her waist going south, her torso expanded into an impressive set of hips. She was slightly bow-legged but that did not detract from her overall good looks. 

Sarah was married to a guy she dated while in high school in northern Alabama. He was a brick mason and they moved to Orlando in search of year around work. Even though she wasn't all that happy with the marriage, her religion would keep her married for life. She regularly went to church and dressed very conservatively, blouses closed at the neck and loose skirts. She approached every task in a determined manner. And now as I watched Sarah unload the robes into the cart, I saw her breast push against her blouse and my dick stirred in my pants.

The robes were finished the next day and Sarah called me to find out what to do with them. As it turned out, they had not needed pressing. Because of the fabric they were made from, steaming and a light touch up was all that was required. I instructed Sarah not to bag them but to set them aside and I would get them the next morning. I called Arlene and arranged to meet her at the church the next morning at ten o'clock.

When I arrived at the plant at 9:30, Sarah had already hung the robes on the racks in the van. I said to her, "Sarah, thank you very much for loading the robes. I was prepared to load them myself. I'm lucky to have you here. You're so efficient"

Sarah smiled that kind of timid smile of a woman not used to compliments and replied, "I just wanted to do my part. I am impressed that you are doing this for a church. Mr. Cooper would have never…"

I cut her off by putting my arm around her shoulder, giving he a slight squeeze, and saying, "I'm not Mr. Cooper." As I pulled away, I saw through the rear view mirror, Sarah standing there watching the van leave with a confused look on her face.

As I pulled into the church, a man was walking across the lawn. He stopped when he saw me and started moving in my direction. As I stepped out of the truck, he said, "Hello, I'm Jim Martin. I'm the pastor here. Please excuse for not shaking your hand but one of the few things that I can still do on my car is change the oil. My hands are kind of a mess right now."

"That's perfectly all right," I said as I took hold of his arm above his hand and shook slightly. It is a pleasure meeting you. Where would you like the robes?"

"The door on the side toward the rear of the church leads into the room behind the choir loft, he said. "I think Arlene Andrews is puttering around in there. I'll just go wash up and come help you unload the robes."

Trying not to be too eager to be alone with Arlene, I said, "Thanks for the offer but go ahead with what you're doing. I'm sure that Ms. Andrews and I can handle the robes."

"Well, O.K." he said. "I do want to finish the car. Maybe I'll see you before you leave."

I tapped on the door and opened it to see Arlene turning to look at the source of the tapping. She was wearing what must have been a church type dress. It had a button up front, which was buttoned past showing any cleavage and a loose skirt.

She squeaked, "Oh hi, you're here." With that she bounced over to me and hooked her arm inside mine. She asked, "Got the robes in your van?"

I said, "I'll get them."

She said, "I'll help"

We quickly unloaded the robes and hung them on an iron pipe that had been placed along the back of the room for that purpose. Arlene said, "I'll sort them according to size later."

She showed me around the church. We went through an opening and in the center of the two choir areas was a grand piano. There was a stage and in the center front was a pulpit where Reverend Martin guided the souls of his congregation to salvation. Beyond the pulpit there were pews to seat about six hundred on the main floor and maybe two hundred more in the balcony.

I said, "Thanks for the tour but I think I had better go now." She walked with me to the door.

As I was reaching for the door, she said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I have the receipt for your donation." She handed me the receipt and continued, "And here's a little something from me."

Immediately, she was on her knees and almost in a single motion, she unzipped my slacks and had my rock hard cock in her hands. She kissed the head of my cock and ran her tongue all around it's helmet. Then she took all my cock she could into her mouth. She had about four inches to go. She pumped back and forth three or four times with the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat. She made a swallowing sound and my pubic hair was tickling her lips. She was deep throating me and the sensations in my cock were wonderful. 

Here I was getting one of the best blowjobs of my young life just inside the back door of a Methodist church. In a very few minutes, I was pumping cum into her mouth and throat. There was not a trace of cum outside her mouth when she started cleaning me with her mouth and tongue.

I looked around for a place to lay her down. Except for the floor, there wasn't any place. I walked her back into the chapel. I reached down, lifted the hem of her skirt and sat her bare ass on the end of the piano bench. She held her legs wide open and I attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. I ran my tongue along the lips of her beautiful wet cunt and I tongued her from her asshole to her clit. She was moaning softly. I inserted two fingers into her velvet tunnel and while I finger-fucked her, I used my tongue to its best advantage on her clit. At the peak of her passion, I withdrew my fingers and tongue. I dropped my pants and leaning over her body, I slid my raging cock into her sopping pussy as far as it would go. She seemed to be in continual climax with the spasming of her vaginal walls. I slowly fucked her until I could not hold back any longer. I shot my load into her with the multi-colored light shining through the stained glass windows of the chapel. 

We were just coming down from our high when we heard the back door open. She pulled her skirt down and I pulled my pants up. She motioned for me to sit on the bench and she started to play the piano and sing. She had a good voice. Pastor Martin came into the chapel. He was smiling when he said, "I thought I heard you two in here rejoicing."

Little did he know at what level we were rejoicing. I said my good-byes and was preparing to leave. Reverend Martin thanked me again for the robes and reached out his hand to shake hands. I made the excuse that I had hurt my right hand so I shook with my left. I didn't want to leave Arlene's pussy juice scent on his hand. Driving back to the plant, I wondered if there was any significance to the hymn she had chosen to play and sing -"Nearer My God to Thee."

At the plant, I went directly to the rest room to wash up and then to my office. I didn't really want to see anyone until I had finished 'rejoicing.'

Awhile later, I heard a tap on the door and realized that I had been napping. I said, "Come in." It was Sarah. I could tell that something was wrong and I asked her to sit down. She remained standing. I asked, "What is it, Sarah?"

"I have a problem and I need some help with it but I don't know you well enough to ask for your help." She said. "One time after I was here over five years, I asked Mr. Cooper just for some advice and he told me that I should handle my own problems."

"Sarah, I don't know how many times I'm going to have to tell you this but here it goes again," I said. "I'm not Mr. Cooper. Until you tell me, I won't know what your problem is but I'm sure that we will be able to find a solution."

I got up and went around to her side of the desk. I pushed the door closed for privacy. I didn't know what the problem was but I was sure that it was not anyone's business. My intentions were to put my arm around Sarah's shoulders to reassure her, but when I approached her, she put her arms around my neck and laid her head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. I was offering consolation but I could feel her breasts rubbing against my chest as she sobbed. Even though I had two orgasms earlier, my cock began to swell.

Sarah was not a woman who could engage in casual sex and I did not want to offend her by poking her with my stiff member. I said, "Sarah honey, tell me what has you so upset. I know that we can do something."

She pulled back a little and though we were still in each other's arms, there was a little space between our pelvises. She finally said, "My husband hasn't been working very much lately and we are a little behind in our bills. We have been getting by but now every thing seems to be coming due at once. 

"This week, we have final notices on our electric, water, and phone bills. Our car payment is due and this week's paycheck has to pay the rent."

"Sarah, I thought you had a serious problem," I said. "It's only money. I value you as an employee and as a person and you are worth more to me than mere money." I opened my wallet and took out twenty $100 bills and laid them on my desk. "Take as many of them as you need to catch up and get comfortably ahead," I said. "Sarah, don't ever let money make you miserable."

She started crying again. This time harder than before. The big surprise, to me, was that she grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips. She put her arms around me and hugged me close. She said into my ear, "It's not easy for me to say what I feel but I'm glad you bought the cleaners. Every since you've been here, it's been a better place to work. You say the nicest things to me and have been kinder to me than anyone has ever been before. I want you to know that I'll do any thing for you."

She left the office. I picked up the remaining bills from the desk without counting them and put them in my pocket. I sat there literally shaking. I know that she did not mean what most women would mean when she said, "I'll do anything for you." It's like when a guy says the same thing, he doesn't mean he would give you a blowjob.

After a few minutes, I left by the back door and went up to a restaurant on the corner and had something to eat. On the way back I stopped at a little bar and drank a couple of beers. By the time I returned to the plant, everyone was gone except Lucy, our teen evening counter girl. 

"I was wondering when you were coming in on my shift," she said. "Do you realize that this is the first time you've done it?"

"Lucy, I've been here when you were here," I said.

"That's true but this is the first time you have been here on my shift," she insisted. "Like when I am alone here."

"Lucy, that's absolutely correct," I agreed. "Have I ever thanked you for telling me that the plant was at a crossroads?"

"Every day," she said. "I have insurance and I have started a savings plan. I've even got $100 from making a suggestion. And I've got another one, too."

"You don't have to pay for this one," she said. "I was reading an article in the Drycleaner's magazine about how much cleaning fluid you could save by using a sniffer. It said that if you could smell the odor of solvent, you were losing it and the sniffer would put it back in your tank. Anyway, here's the article and Oh yes! Here's a message from Beegee Cuningham. She's a customer and she wants you to call her today, if possible. It's probably about her bill."

"Thanks a lot, Lucy," I said. "I'll read the article and whether or not we do it, I want to thank you for thinking of ways to save us money. I'll give Ms. Cuningham a call."

I took the article and the Cuningham bill back to the office and gave her a call. She insisted on seeing me this evening. She said that she would be there in about forty-five minutes. I told her the store would be closed but she could come in the back door.


Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 1



A few minutes after six, Lucy stuck her head in and said, "I've locked up the front and I'm leaving now if that's O.K."

I said, "That's fine. I'm just reading the article and it sure is interesting. I'll have to check into it but if the cost-savings are as good as they say, I can't let you give it to me for free. Fill out a suggestion form and if this pans out, you're in for a nice bonus."

"Thanks and goodnight," she said as she left.

Beegee Cuningham arrived right on time. She blew through the back door and into my office. She approached me as I was standing up and said, "Hi, I'm Beegee."

Her presence was impressive, almost overpowering. She was tall, maybe 5' 11" or so. She had a body like Wonder Woman or Zena. I would guess her at about forty and immediately wondered what bad decisions she had made for her to be here in Orlando with a $425 dry-cleaning bill. I could, of course, understand why Mr. Cooper had let her run it up. She was wearing a lavender off-the-shoulder blouse that seemed to be resting on the top of her glorious breast. Her black skirt fit her tightly around the hips and was split on both sides from the hem to mid-thigh.

"I want to talk to you about my bill," she continued. "I'm embarrassed that I allowed it to get so high. But now that it is, I was wondering if there is something we could do about it." 

"Well, Ms. Cuningham, most people pay it," I said. "We prefer cash."

"Oh, call me Beegee," she smiled. "Everybody does. About the bill, I'm afraid that I don't have that much cash and my husband is very rigid when it comes to the household budget. Considering his age; however, he isn't very rigid in other areas, if you get my drift. I was wondering if you would consider forgiving part of the bill, since I made it with Mr. Cooper and I could pay part of it."

"I bought Mr. Cooper's part," I explained. "So, I own the whole thing. Accounts receivables are only assets if they are collectable."

I knew what she was hinting at but I was not going to suggest it. I had never been with a prostitute and I did not want to be set up in a sting if this was what it was. However, seeing Beegee without clothes might be worth it. I was certainly sitting there behind my desk with my cock extended to it's max. 

She slid the top of her blouse down to where her breasts were exposed down to the nipples. "Are you going to make me say it?" she asked.

I got up from the desk and walked past her to the back door of the plant. I scanned the parking lot and street, then closed and locked the door. I returned to the office and closed and locked the door. I said for the record, "Beegee, I have never done business with a prostitute. I'm not calling you a whore but I've heard of men getting caught up in things that they regretted later. If you are a horny housewife married to an older man who doesn't satisfy you and are looking for a little fun, I'm interested."

I took a pad from my top drawer and wrote, "Write down your offer."

As she was writing, I removed her clothes. Naked, she was much more impressive and, by the way, I found no bra, no panties, and no wire. She simply wrote, "I'll give you $200 and we'll fuck for the rest."

As I removed my clothes, I was admiring Beegee's body. As I said before, she was beautiful. She was tanned from her silky black hair to her toes, with no lines. Her breasts were big and round. There was absolutely no sag. Her nipples stuck out almost an inch and were as big around as erasers of a number 2 pencil. Her stomach was flat and flaired into perfectly rounded hips. Her pussy lay between two long smooth legs and was well trimmed, with a tuff of coal-black pubic at the top of her slit.

I pulled her into my arms and because of our similar height, my cock fit perfectly between her legs and I could feel the wetness of her pussy juice on my cock. She said, "I can tell that you are ready and I want you to fuck me now."

"Wouldn't you like a little foreplay first?" I asked.

"No, it's been so long since I've been with a man that I'm ready now," she said. "And I have changed my mind. I don't want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you. Sit down in that straight chair."

I did as she said and she straddled my lap. I would have preferred to have taken a good while to explore this magnificent body but I was happy to comply with her wishes. She scooted forward until the entrance to her love tunnel was centered on my cock and then impaled herself on it. She let out a little gasp and started rocking slowly back and forth.

Then I felt the most extraordinary feeling in my cock that I had ever felt. As she slowly moved back and forth she demonstrated the most excellent pussy muscle control that I had ever experienced. It's a rare talent. This went on for several minutes. I felt like I couldn't last much longer. I was holding onto her ass for all I was worth. I leaned forward and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I teased it with my lips and tongue and then started taking little nips with my teeth.

I felt her climax start as her pussy walls started to pulse on their own. Her body began to tremble and vibrate as waves of pleasure flowed through her. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. As she neared the crescendo of her pleasure, I felt my body tense and I was flooded with those indescribable feelings and emotions that only come with sexual release.

We sat entwined as we came down. I became aware that my legs were becoming numb when Beegee said, "I'd better get off of you before I cripple you. This was marvelous."

"Yes," I replied. "Your muscle control is excellent. It was I who wanted foreplay, not because I needed it, I just wanted to play with your magnificent body. But in retrospect, I have no regrets. Sex with you was gratifying and satisfying."

She asked, "Well then, can we do this about every $200 dollars of cleaning?"

I replied, "As much as I enjoyed what we did tonight, it is not fair to my company and employees to trade our work and resources for sex. And I really think that after tonight, you should not run a tab. I'm sure that you can find a way to pay cash either here or another store.

We embraced and without conversation, dressed and we walked to the door together.

I went back to my desk and saw the two $100 bills lying there. I had not seen her lay them down. Instinctively I placed them to my nose and smelled Beegee's scent, a tantalizing mixture of Hawaiian hula lei and musk. I wrapped two $100 bills, a twenty, and a five in between her two $100 bills. I left them and her tab with a note to Sarah telling her to apply the money to Ms. Cuningham's tab and any further transactions would be in cash. 

I went home wondering if I had made the right decision about Beegee.



Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 2



It was a couple of days before I went back to the cleaners. I woke up early enough to arrive at the plant at 6:00 A. M. Sarah was alone. She was going about the opening duties, starting the boiler and turning things on. In general, she was getting the business ready for the day. She had not seen me when I came in and went to the office.

As she was passing the office door, I called out, "Hey, Good looking."

When she recovered from being startled, she said, "Hey, Good looking yourself. You scared me."

"So Sarah, how are you this fine morning?" I asked.

"I'm just fine," she said. "What I want to know is how you did the impossible and got Miss Beegee to pay up."

"All I will say is I have my ways," I said. "I can't give up all my secrets. She's paid up and is on a cash basis. Has she been back in?"

"She was in yesterday and left cleaning to be picked up this afternoon," she said. "Mr. Cuningham called and wanted you to call him. He wants you to have lunch with him today. I was going to call you if you did not come in." Sarah came over to my chair and placed her hand on my back and said, "However you got the money, you deserve a pat on the back." But instead, she gave me a half-hug.

"I want to thank you again for the money you loaned me the other day," she said. "It got us out of a bind. How do you want me to pay it back?"

"I've been thinking about that," I said. "I've been meaning to discuss a raise with you for a while. You have been increasing revenues as manager and Carla says you have good bookkeeping skills. So why don't we just consider the money you have as a one-time bonus? I'll be in a good mood after a good lunch and that will be a good time to hit me up for a raise." I stood up and she gave me a full hug.

I called Mr. Cuningham about 9:30 and his secretary said a car would pick me up in front of the store at 11:30 sharp. At 11:29, I saw a black Lincoln limousine pull up in front of the store and a uniformed chauffeur stepped out, opened the curbside rear door, and stood by. I yelled back at the crew, "You guys had better be good to me." I waved them to the front so they could see me ride away. Two customers were in the lobby. I said to them in passing, "It belongs to a customer."

One of the two women said, "It looks like one of Jason Cuningham's limos." I nodded back at her. So that 's who this is. Jason Cuningham was a retired financial wizard who moved into a mansion near Orlando.

The chauffeur deftly guided the limo through the gate and up the winding driveway to one of, if not the largest houses in Orlando. The car stopped in front of the white columns, which designated the entrance. I approached the door and the butler opened it and escorted me to a patio where a light lunch was being served. 

Mr. Cuningham stood as I approached. He said, "Thank you for joining me for lunch. I've been looking forward to meeting you."

During lunch, we talked about Orlando, politics, the cleaning business, and my consultant firm. In general, it was just small talk. As we finished lunch, he invited me to take a walk with him in the gardens. I thought, "we must be nearing the reason for my visit."

"I understand you were with my wife the other evening," he stated calmly.

"She told you about it?" I asked.

"Certainly," he said. "We have no secrets. But I have a question for you. Didn't you enjoy her or find her desirable?"

"Of course I did," I said.

"Then you were serious when you gave her your reasons for not seeing her again?" he asked.

"Well, yes, I was serious," I said. "But the major reason is the obvious, she's married."

"Let me put your mind at ease," he explained. "I love my wife but I lost the ability to give her sexual satisfaction several years ago. Just because I can't do it doesn't mean that it doesn't need to be done. I've encouraged Beegee to find a discreet younger man but until now, she hasn't. She is definitely not a whore, but she thinks that if you are buying her services that you will not become romantically involved. You can have sex with her but her love belongs to me. 

"You are welcome in my home at any time whether I am here or not. If you like I'll buy you two a place to rendezvous. The one caveat is that she can never know about this meeting. Here's the card of my accountant. Send him the bills on a monthly basis. Of course, you will pretend to let her pay you also. You may call her here and of course it is no secret that she volunteers at the Cancer Society. Call her and tell her that you have changed your mind."

"Sir, I want to thank you for being so candid with me," I said. "It takes a man with a great love for his wife to do what you're doing. If anything changes let me know. I will happily comply with your wishes."

"Well, I guess that concludes our business," he said. "I'll look forward to seeing you again." We had entered the house again. He pulled a tasseled cord and said, "Clayton will see you out and my car will make sure that you get back to your business. When I left the house, a chauffeur was holding open the door to a white limousine. I wondered how many limos he had.

Back at the plant, I went into the office. I had some non-cleaning work to do and thought that the office would be a good place to hide out and work. Not more than a split-second after I arrived, Sarah came in. I had forgotten that I had told her that we would discuss her raise after lunch.

"You know that I am dying to know what this is all about." She said. "So give, boss." 

"Well, he asked me to give them credit again," I explained. "We will be billing his accountant but she isn't to know. We'll be keeping two sets of records on their account, one for her and the real one. You and I are the only people here at the plant to know what's going on. It's complicated but I guess it's a game rich people play. Don't mention any of this to anyone especially Ms. Cuningham.

"Now, how much of a raise do you think you are worth?"

"It's kind of hard to say considering the, uh, bonus you gave me the other day," she said. "Do you think $15 a week would be too much?"

"$15 a week?" I asked, incredulously. "I was hoping to make this quick but I see that you are not going to let me. I'll take a few minutes to teach you something about negotiating. You come into my office and say, 'Since I've been manager of your plant, we've increased revenues over $90,000 a year and all I've seen for is that measly bonus you gave me the other day. I feel like I ought to be making at least $100 more a week.'

"Then I say 'That's all well and good, Sarah, but we can't spend all the profits. We have to keep some for the hard times. I'm thinking more in terms of $50.' Then you come down to $85 and I come up to $65 and then we split the difference and settle on a $75 a week raise.

"God, Sarah, you are a tough negotiator. You've worn me out."

Throughout this charade, I was standing and had become very demonstrative. Sarah rushed over to me looking as if she was about to cry and another hard, closed-mouth kiss on the lips. 

I asked her, "Do you realize that you have kissed me twice in the last couple to three days?" She nodded. I continued, "Now I am going to kiss you."

I placed my lips very gently on hers and started to kiss her tenderly. After maybe a minute, I slowly opened my lips and traced the outline of her lips with my tongue. Her lips opened and our tongues were dancing a fiery dance in our mouths. My loins were heating up and I pulled Sarah to me pressing her breasts against my chest and my hard cock against her stomach. We must have kissed about five or six minutes. We were both breathing hard. She pulled back and looking at the bulge in my pants, and said huskily, "I'd better get back to work." I noticed that she went to the bathroom before she went back to work. 

I didn't see much of her the rest of the day and when she left for the day, she didn't stop by the office to tell me she was leaving. I was getting a lot of work accomplished when Lucy called and told me that Ms. Cuningham was at the counter. I had asked her earlier to let me know. 

At the counter, I said to Beegee, "Hi there, I wanted you to know that the more I thought about your account, the more I thought that, if you still want to, you can continue to charge and pay in the manner you suggested."

"Well, that's great," she said. "I'm so glad that we were able to find a solution. What made you change your mind?"

"We have really enjoyed doing business with you in the past," I said. "I have no reason to doubt that if we limit the size of the account and you make payments as we discussed the other day, this will be mutually beneficial."

"Well, O.K." she said. "Come over here and give me a hug." I went over to Beegee and we hugged each other. We may have held a little closer and maybe longer than necessary but not long enough or close enough to arouse suspicions in Lucy who was grinning from ear-to-ear.

Lucy said, "I'm glad that worked out. I like her coming in. She's really nice."

I could tell that Lucy had something more to say but was hesitating. I hung around a bit to give her a chance. I thought that it might be about the size of her bonus but I waited for her to bring it up. Finally she said, "There's something I want to talk to you about and it's closing time. Do you have a few minutes you could spare?"

"Sure, I do, " I said. "Why don't you go ahead and lock up and meet me in my office?" 

"Well, it's not really about business," she said. "So it doesn't have to be formal. Do you mind if we just talk about it here? I'll just lock the door and do the rest later."

I watched her as she scurried about locking the lobby and turning off the appropriate lights. Lucy was about five foot five or six and while she was quite pretty, she would never be called beautiful. She was slender with small to average breasts and a tight little butt. She was perky, with a quick smile and dancing eyes. I was sitting on the mark-in table, which was shielded from the glass windows of the storefront by a paneled wall. With the front and plant lights off, a single florescent lamp about fifteen feet away lighted this area.

Lucy came and stood about a foot from me and said, "This is harder than when I was thinking about it."

"The easiest way is to just start talking," I said. "First of all, I'm on your side. I think a lot of you and well, heck, girl. Just spit it out."

"You have always been easy to talk to, so here goes," she started. "I don't have much experience talking about this so please bear with me. In high school, I didn't date until I was sixteen. Then I only dated Jimmy Becker. We broke up about a year ago. I thought I was in love with him but even though we kissed and messed around a lot, we never had sex until about a month before we broke up. 

"My parents were gone for the weekend and he came over. I knew I was going to sleep with him that night because we had talked about it. I thought it was going to be so romantic. I had candles in the bedroom and everything. After we ate the dinner I made for him, we sat on the sofa and made out for awhile. He took my panties off and before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me. He just stuck it in me and started going at it. I tried to get him to slow down or stop for awhile but he just kept going until he finished. He talked about how great it was and all I can remember is the pain. 

The next night, he wanted to do it again and told me that it wouldn't hurt nearly as much the second time. But I decided I didn't want to do it again, at least not that way. And then we broke up. He said it was because we didn't have anything in common but people told me that it was because he was having sex with Shirley Jenkins, who had been a kind of high school slut.

"A few months ago, I was talking to my aunt and asked her how a young woman was supposed to learn about sex. She told me that she had found an older man to teach her. Then she found a man closer to her age to marry and together they found love. Anyway, that's where you come in. You are the nicest older man I know. Would you teach me? I don't want to be your girlfriend and I don't want any one else to know what we are doing. I just want you to teach me what sex is all about. Will you, please?"

"I guess it is traumatic the first time a man is referred to as older to his face," I said. "I have never thought of myself as old…."

Lucy interrupted me, "I only mean older as more experienced, someone who could to show what sex is all about. Please don't make me beg."

She had moved between my legs and had her hands on top of my thighs. It was not a premeditated sexual position but her body heat was burning through my slacks. I leaned my head forward and placed my lips on hers. She responded by kissing me back. I gently pushed her away from me and slipped off the table. I lifted Lucy onto the table and stepped between her legs. I kissed her gently and romantically at first and as we became more accustomed to each other, more passionately. I had my arm around her holding her close to me. But as our kisses grew in passion, I slid my hands around to the front of her body and cupped her breasts with my hands. I used my thumbs to gently rub the nipple area of her breasts through her clothes.

I said, "Before we get too carried away, I think that we ought to close and lock the back door."

"I'll get it." She said and took off toward the back.

I knew there was a large pile of bedspreads in one the darker areas of the plant. I took Lucy over there because I thought they would make a good bed. We kicked off our shoes and crawled onto the spreads. We were on our knees and I reached out and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. I removed her blouse and bra and lay her down. I flicked her nipples and they became hard. Her breasts were not large or small but I knew that by the way her nipples responded that we were in for a good time.

I was patient but I moved at a lovers' pace. I removed her skirt and panties and my clothes. I loved the way her body responded to my every touch. What a dummy that Jerry guy had been not to enjoy Lucy's initiation into womanhood. I toyed with her breasts with my lips and teeth. I cupped her vaginal mound and felt the heat rising. I traced a finger along her pussy lips and finally allowed the tip of the finger to go into her love tunnel just a little.

I continued to tease her nipples as I slowly pushed my finger into her pussy. She was sopping wet. Her breath was ragged and I continued ever so slowly. I moved over her body and allowed my cock to lay between her legs. She was so hot that I wanted to plunge into her but I held back. I kissed her, explored her mouth, and tongue dueled with her. I started kissing down her body to her breasts. I kissed and sucked her nipples and started south again. I tongued her belly button and kissed all over her stomached. I continued kissing southward. When I reached her pubic hair, Lucy asked breathlessly, "What are you going to do?" 

I replied without stopping, "I'm about to take you places you've never been. Just relax and enjoy."

Lucy gasped as my tongue touched her pussy lips and moaned loudly as I began licking the length of her crack. I very lightly let my tongue pass over her hooded clitoris. The hood receded and her clitoris became erect. It was huge. I knew that I would have to be careful not to bring her around too quickly. I wanted it to last. I pushed one finger into her pussy and her body trembled. I was acutely aware that I was going to have to loosen her up if we were going to unite in sexual union. I added a second finger and slowly worked it into her velvet tunnel. I flattened my tongue and brought it back to her clit. I gently let my flattened tongue gently rub her beautiful big clitoris as I slowly finger fucked her. Her body trembled as her pussy walls spasmed. She made animal noises and seemed to be struggling to breathe. I think that she was having her first-ever full orgasm. When she started bucking so hard that I could not keep my tongue connected with her clit, I backed off and as I finger fucked her, I watched as wave after wave of passion and pleasure flowed through her young body.

I moved over and laid my body along side her and continued to slowly push my fingers in and out of her pussy. I watched her and when she began to settle down, I would flick her clit with my thumb to see her rise back into the throes of passion. Finally, I moved my body over her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her vagina. I felt her body tense and I was afraid that she was worried about a repeat of the pain from her first time.

"I'm about to put my cock into you," I said. I'm going to get it really wet with your juices and then I'm going to go really slow. If at any time you want me to slow down, stop for a minute, or quit all together, just let me know. Remember, sweetie, I'm here for you."

She half said and half moaned, "O.K. Go ahead."

I wet my entire cock in her juices and made sure I brushed the head of my dick across her clit in the process. I rubbed the helmet of my cock back and forth across her entrance until I sensed her tension abating. I moved ever so slowly into her love canal. She was tighter than any woman I had ever been with. After all, she was only one quick fuck away from being a virgin. Her juices were flowing freely and as I eased my dick in and out while steadily going deeper, I felt no resistance except for the exquisite tightness around my cock. When I was all the way in, I stopped for a minute to let Lucy become accustomed to me being inside her. 

"Is everything O.K.?" I asked her.

"Oh God yes," she replied quickly and maybe a little too loudly.

I began with short slow strokes with a little pressure on the down stroke. As we grew more used to each other, I increased the length of the stroke and the speed. I added a little side movement when we were pelvis-to-pelvis. It wasn't long until her first climax, while fucking, began. Her vaginal walls griped my cock like a vise. It was such an emotional time for me and it would have been easy and blissful to explode with her but I wanted this time to be everything that Lucy could possibly want it to be. I continued to slowly fuck her and I lasted through two full climaxes. At the zenith of her third flight of passion, I gained release and experienced an earth shattering, soul shaking climax. It seemed to last forever with aftershocks occurring every couple of minutes.

We rolled over and stayed connected while we held each other close and tried to crawl into each other's mouth through a kiss. Lucy went through a wide range of emotions. She would giggle one second and be crying the next. She would laugh and then hold on to me while saying, "Oh God's." Her tightness pushed my softening cock out of her. We were sliding back into reality from the land of bliss.

When we were back to normal, I asked her, "Now that we have finished with the foreplay, would you like to make love?"

"If that was just foreplay, I don't think that my body would be able to take making love." She said. "I had feelings tonight that I didn't know existed. I don't know how to thank you for what you did. No matter what happens to me for the rest of my life, I will never forget you or tonight."

"Lucy, I really enjoyed making love with you," I said. "You have a lot to offer anyone you might team up with. You are smart, very pretty, and great in bed. I have two pieces of advice to give you. When you choose a mate, choose wisely. And starting today, forget that loser, Jerry.

"Hey, let's get our clothes on and get out of here before someone comes looking for us." 

When we stood, Lucy put her right hand behind my head, pulled my head down, and gave me a wet kiss. She pressed her naked body into mine. When she stepped back, she looked at my half hard cock and said, "I thought I felt your thing hit me."




Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 2



I asked her, "Are you trying to start something?"

"Oh God, no," she replied. "Not tonight."

"See you tomorrow," I said.

I ate at Yoshima's and drove home. I couldn't help wondering if I had done the right thing with Lucy. I believed her when she said that she did not want to be my girlfriend, but sometimes, weird things happen after good sex happens. Tonight, Eros had smiled upon our union. I went home and slept like a baby ought to.

The following morning, I had a few errands to run and did not get to the plant until almost two o'clock. Sarah was standing outside the back door in the area where the cigarette smoking staff took their breaks. I asked her if anything was wrong.

"In fact, this has been a good day," she said. "I gave everyone their raise this morning. They were happy and the mood has been great. I just hope I did it right."

"Did you evaluate each person's performance in the job and reward them accordingly?" I asked.

"I tried to," she said. "But, like with Lucy, I don't get to spend much time with her in order to evaluate or help her with her weak points. Anyway, I gave her a fifteen dollar raise."

"Oh, you gave her your raise," I joked. We shared a smile.

I took a few minutes to walk around the plant. Sure enough, everyone was in a good mood and was thanking me for their raises. They had kind of gathered around me. I made sure to give Sarah all the credit and reinforced that she was the manager and all rewards came from her.

"The only raise that I give is Sarah's," I said. "I don't want her giving herself a raise. As it is, she is a tough negotiator and wears me down. But seriously, I want you to know that Sarah appreciates your efforts as do I. She fights for you. I have to be more bottom-line oriented and worry about profits and losses and make sure that we have money in the bank for possible hard times and future expenses. Although Sarah is, as you know, is very involved in the financial affairs of the business, one of her duties is to make sure that I don't get so wrapped up that I neglect you. Believe me, she does that job well. I'm glad she does because it is all of you who make this business successful. I thing you ought to give yourselves a hand."

They turned toward Sarah and clapped enthusiastically. Sarah was wiping her eyes as tears were flowing freely.

"Let me take another minute of your time," I said. "The real reason that I'm here today is to reward an employee for a suggestion that we're going to implement. Come over here Lucy. 

"Lucy suggested that we get a sniffer to sniff up perk fumes and put the resulting solvent back into the system. It's like when you boil water at home and the steam rises. When the steam cools, the water falls on the stove and counter tops. Water is cheap enough that we don't have to go to these extremes to save it, but if we wanted to, you could catch the steam and when it cooled down, you would have the water that boiled out. It's a simple idea but someone had to think of it. Cleaners who use it save thousands of dollars with it.

"It was hard to determine the amount to reward Lucy and I'm not sure that this is enough. Lucy, please accept our thanks for this suggestion and keep up the good work."

I reached into my shirt pocket and withdrew the pre-counted money that I had stashed there. I made a big show out of counting out ten $100 bills to her. Lucy hugged me and planted a big sloppy kiss on my cheek. If I had not turned my head at the last second, the kiss would have been on my lips.

I raised my hands and yelled over their clapping, "Thanks everybody."

I went into the office and was feeling good about the world.

Sarah came into the office and asked, "Do you have a couple of minutes?"

"Always for you," I said. "What's cooking?"

"First of all, thanks for what you did out there," she said as she closed the door.

She seemed nervous as she sat in the straight chair next to the desk. She stared at her hands, which she was holding in her lap. "It seems that we're starting something and I guess that I need to put a stop to it. We've kissed some and those are the only kisses that I've had in I don't know how long – years. I know that if I let myself, we might be looking for a place to take our clothes off. God knows I need it. My husband has only tried to have sex once in over three years. He was drunk and couldn't get it hard enough to put it in.

"Anyway, I didn't want to give you the wrong idea now that my husband has moved back to Kentucky. I'm a Christian woman and even though I have needs and you satisfy lots of them, I have to be strong enough not to live a sin."

"Are you planning to go north also?" I asked.

"No, with the raise you gave me, I can afford to stay here especially since I don't have someone else spending money willy-nilly," she said.

I moved around the desk and put my hand on Sarah's shoulder. She stood. "Sarah, I'm glad that you are not leaving," I said. This must have been very hard on you. I have to ask but you don't have to answer. What do you do for sex?"

"Mostly nothing," she said. "Sometimes, I …uh, masturbate. I try not to do it too often but sometimes I just have to. Lately, since we kissed, it's … uh been …uh better."

"Sarah, would you like to kiss today?" I asked.

She nodded and we began to kiss passionately. We had our arms loosely around each other. She dropped her right hand to my hip. She said, "Now, we're not going to do anything but can I touch it just this once?"

I turned and locked the door, unzipped my pants, and unsheathed my cock. Sarah took my cock in her hand and squeezed it. A couple of drops of pre-cum appeared and she wiped them off with her thumb. I stooped slightly and put my right hand under the hem of her loose skirt. I moved my hand up her freckled thigh. When I reached her panties, I found them wet. I put two fingers though the leg holes of her panties and found her pussy even wetter. I was rubbing small circles along her slit until I found her clitoris. Meanwhile, I moved my left hand to her right breast. I was squeezing her breast and softly pinching her nipple through her blouse.

My left hand was playing with her breast through her blouse, my right hand was playing with her pussy and clit, my lips and tongue were kissing and being kissed, and my cock was being stroked. I was breathing hard and Sarah was literally gasping for breath. She suddenly pulled away and said, "I've got to get back to work."

She headed for the door and I was struggling to get my stiff dick back into my pants before the door was opened onto the world.

I was useless as far as work was concerned. I fiddled with some thoughts I had on a project that I was working on but was not making any progress. I heard a noise at the office door and looked up. Sarah was standing there and I waved her in.

"Sarah," I began. "If we're not going to do anything together, the next time we talk about sex, maybe it ought to be on the telephone."

She said, "You may be right."

She closed the door, came over and gently kissed me on the lips, and left for the day.

I couldn't wait for the store to close. I was so horny and thought, or rather hoped, that Lucy would be receptive to an offer. As soon as Lucy closed, I was waiting behind the paneled wall. I said, "Lucy, when two people have sex, they don't always make love. Sometimes they just fuck. I guess what I'm asking is can we fuck?"

"Well, that depends," she said. "As they always say in sports trades, we have a deal only on the condition that I can have a future fuck to be announced at a later date"

I said, "You've got it."

"We had better lock the back door," she said.

I replied, "I already have."

"You're pretty confidant of yourself, aren't you?" she snickered. "How do you want to do it? They took the spreads to the laundry today."

"Let's just do it right here." I replied.

Even though I was in a hurry to get relief, I thought it best to prepare Lucy with a little warm-up. I kissed her and put my hand under her skirt. When I got to her panties, they were soaking wet. I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. 

"I get wet every time I think about last night," she explained. "About an hour ago, I almost had a climax thinking about us. I think that I would've too, if I wasn't interrupted by Ms. Blevins coming in."

If I had not been horny already, that would have done it. I turned Lucy around and said, "Lean against the table and spread your legs a little. Honey, even though I am really horny and want to cum quickly, I'll take it easy and won't hurt you."

"I know that," she said. "I trust you. Go ahead and do anything you want to."

I pulled her skirt up around her waist and slid her sopping panties down her legs. I unbuckled and dropped my pants to my ankles. I rubbed my cock along her pussy lips. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Lucy when the head of my dick brushed her huge clitoris. My dick traveled back down her crack and paused momentarily at the entrance to my goal. I slowly pushed forward. Her pussy was so tight and so wet. I started a gentle pumping action and reached around her to play with her clit. 

As I touched her clitoris, Lucy cried, "Oh God yes, here it comes!"

I recognized the now familiar signs of sexual gratification in her; however, this time with more light, I saw that her entire body was covered with goose bumps. She was in full climax and I joined her. I was pumping my cum deep into her pussy as her vaginal walls milked my cock of any reserves. I tried to keep my softening cock inside her but it was a losing effort. Her pulsing pussy walls were ridding themselves of my flaccid member.

As climaxes continued to wrack Lucy's body, she had gone from hands on the table to elbows and now her torso and head were lying on the table. Guttural moans were emanating from somewhere within her thoracic cavity. Her arms were extended to the side, bent at the elbows, with her hands pointing in the general direction of her head. I knelt behind her and inserted the thumb of my left hand in her pussy so that the index finger was brushing her clit. I leaned forward and tongued the puckered sphincter of her virgin ass. 

I wet the index finger of my right hand with her juices and pushed it gently into her tight ass until it was buried. I waited a few seconds for her to adjust and then began to fuck her in unison with my thumb in her pussy and my finger in her ass. I kept this up until my hands and arms were too tired to continue. I noticed that my cock had regained life so I stood up behind Lucy and inserted it into her pussy. It was a straight fuck. I just pumped in and out until I exploded.

I asked Lucy to turn around and I sat her on the edge of the table. I stepped between her legs and pushed my cock back into her pussy. It was not fully hard but it was stiff enough to insert. I thought for a moment that it was going to regain its strength but it did not. I held her and she held me. I could feel her heart beating as she lay her head against my chest. We cuddled while we came down.

Lucy said, "There is so much to know about sex. I never know what you're going to do but I want you to know that everything you do to me or with me makes me feel wonderful. 

We kissed and I said, "Good night."



Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 3



I stayed away from the plant for about a week. Things were getting complicated and I needed some time to sort them out. Nothing had really happened with Sarah; however, more had happened than I would have ever thought would happen. Was I seducing her, explicitly or implicitly? Whichever it was or if it was, I could end up losing in the long run. She could leave and without her to run the cleaners, I would be screwed, big time...

Then, of course, there was Lucy with her newfound sexuality. Her libido was turned on and it seems to be trying to make up for lost time. I know that, for the present, her ardor is aimed at me but in a matter of time, it will be redirected. 

I called Sarah the first day I did not go into the plant and told her that I was very busy with my other business and would be away from the plant a few days. She seemed relieved. I called Lucy that evening and relayed the same message. The reaction was quite the opposite and more direct.

"I'm going to miss you," she said. Maybe you could stop by one evening."

I did just that. I arrived at the plant at 4:55 and went through the back door and into the office. My thought was to surprise Lucy when she closed by slipping up to the front and sitting on the mark in table. It was I who was surprised when the intercom buzzed about ten minutes to six.

Lucy said, "There's a couple up here who want to see you."

I went up front to see who it could possibly be.

"Hello, I'm Pamela Rogers and this is my husband Raymond," she said. "We were friends of Mr. Cooper. Isn't it a shame that we lost him?"

"Well, I really didn't know him," I replied. "I bought the cleaners from Ms. Cooper after his death."

"We don't have any reason to meet you," Pamela said. "Except that we are customers and had asked for you a few times but you are never here.

Raymond said, "That didn't come out right. We just like to know the people we do business with. It's really nice to meet you."

"Well, Pamela and Raymond, it's really nice meeting you," I said. "You are right. I'm not here that often but I have a good staff. Sarah is the store manager and can help you with any problems that might arise. But if there is ever a time when you need to see me, both Sarah and Lucy here know how to get in touch with me."

"Oh, call us Pam and Ray," Pam said.

Ray added, "Now, that we are all friends, there is a little bar right up the street. Let's go up there and have a drink. Lucy, it's closing time. Why don't you join us?"

I said, "I have one little thing I have to do before leaving. It'll take about ten minutes. I'll meet you there."

As soon as they left, Lucy said, "Oh darn, I was going to call in that marker for the 'future fuck' you owe me."

"I'm sorry, Honey," I apologized. "I was going to surprise you tonight and let you keep the marker. Why don't you close and come up for a drink?"

Lucy said, "I don't need a drink. I need a fuck. But I'll think about it."

Lucy and I kissed behind the paneled wall and she gave my dick a little squeeze. I said, "I think I've created a monster." 

As I was headed for the door, Lucy asked, "Didn't you say that you had something to do?"

"I just did it," I answered. "See you there."

Walking to the bar, I was thinking about Pam and Ray. Pam was a cute dark blond with sun streaks. I would guess her age at maybe twenty-two. She had a cute figure, medium to large bust, narrow waist and hips to match. Her features were rounded and she looked very fuckable. Ray was about five foot eight and slender built. He had a straggly beard and appeared to be in his early to mid-forties.

I arrived at the bar and found Pam and Ray sitting in a half-circle booth. They motioned me over and I slid into the only open seat, which was on Pam's right. 

Ray was drinking shots of Jack and chasing them with beer, Pam was sipping a draft beer, and I was about to order a beer when Ray said, "I ordered you a shot and a beer. You look like who would have a man's drink."

"Thanks," I said. "But I only drink beer."

The waitress arrived with the drinks. "I'm not bashful," Ray said. "I'll have the shot and he can have the beer."

Pam said, "Ray, that's your third and fourth shots and we haven't been here a half hour."

Ray was speaking to me but the words were aimed at his wife, "She must have been an accountant in a past life because she keeps track of everything so well. Hey, you shoot pool?" Without waiting for an answer, he went to look for an empty table, the bathroom, or another shot. I don't think that it mattered to him what he found as long as it was away from Pam's criticism. 

Pam turned toward me in the booth and the toe of her shoe made direct contact with my left shin. She noticed me wince. "Oh, is that your leg? I'm so sorry," she said as she leaned toward me and rubbed my shin with her left hand. The slight pain in my shin was not what was getting my attention. That would be Pam's right hand that was resting on my upper thigh. Her fingertips were only about an inch from my stiffening cock.

That distance was quickly erased when she moved her hand forward and wrapped her fingers around my stiff member. "I see that you are starting to feel better," she said and continued to stroke my cock through the material of my pants as it reached maximum extension.

"Being that your husband, whose inhibitions are being eroded by alcohol, is somewhere close by, do you think that thing you're doing with your right hand is a smart thing?" I asked.

"You seem to be enjoying it," she said. "And besides, I told Ray earlier that I was horny. But what does he do? Does he take me home and satisfy my needs? No! He brings me to a bar where he proceeds to see how many shots he can polish off. Meanwhile, he seats me next to a good-looking guy with an exquisite cock just with my reach. So, excuse my French, fuck him."

"I just don't think that it would look very good for the local drycleaner to have a barroom fight with one of his customers because he was caught with the customer's wife stroking his dick, no matter how good it felt." I said.

"O.K." she said, making a mock show of doing what she was saying. "Both hands on the table. I'll be a good girl, for right now, at least."

It's difficult to back up and have a polite conversation just after having your dick stroked by an attractive woman but that is what we were trying to so. After a few minutes, the topic returned to Ray. 

"He's not a bad man," she said. "But every once in a while he goes on a binge. I never know when it's going to happen or why or, for that matter, how long it will last. It's not like he's an alcoholic or anything. We have whisky, beer, and wine at home. Most of the time, he is just a normal person. He has a drink or not and nothing happens. But, sometimes, and it seems like it is tonight, he goes off the deep end.

"You're finishing your first beer and Ray has had seven shots and three beers. That's about three-quarters of his capacity then I'll have to get him home quickly before he passes out. I know that it's a big favor to ask but will you help me get him home?"

I was trying to think of a reason to say no when I saw Lucy enter the bar. She had that look on her face that told every patron in the place that she was fresh meat and had not been in many bars, if any. She saw me waving and started toward us with a big smile. I stood and Lucy slipped into the booth between Pam and I. 

Pam and I ordered another beer and Lucy had a glass of wine. I brought Lucy up to speed as to what was going on. I picked up the tab that the waitress kept updating and pointed to the whiskies and large beers that Ray had consumed. "Ray is around here somewhere self-destructing. Pam is going to need some help getting him home since he out weighs her by fifty pounds. Care to join the adventure?"

"Oh my God!" Lucy exclaimed after counting the drinks. "Is he still standing?"

"No one has reported him down, yet" Pam said.

"If the purpose is to get him home," Lucy said. Why don't you tell him that we're going to your house to have some drinks."

"The woman has a head on her shoulders," Pam said. "That's a good idea. But since we just ordered, let's finish and by that time maybe he'll be ready to go."

Whether he was ready to go or not Ray was invited to leave before our drinks were finished. We heard a row in the poolroom and before I could get back there to see what was going on, two men were being restrained by the other patrons and were yelling at each other. One of them was Ray and the other one was four inches taller and about fifty pounds heavier. I don't think that there was an ounce of fat in those fifty pounds.

It appeared that Ray was lucky to have Paddy, the Irish bartender and consummate negotiator, intercede. Paddy was saying, "Now men, things will look different tomorrow. I'm not going to ask you to shake hands with each other but as an act of friendship, I'm going to ask that you shake hands with me and go your separate ways tonight. If both of you feel the same tomorrow as tonight, there'll be plenty of time to settle your differences. I would be obliged if you do it elsewhere."

When Ray neared us he looked like he was about to go on the defensive when Pam surprised him and said, "Ray, why don't the four of us go over to our house and have a few more drinks?"

Ray said, "Damn straight, honey. Let me pay the tab and we'll blow this joint."

Lucy and I followed the Rogers in Lucy's car since she had moved her car to the bar. When we got to their house, Pam and I helped Ray into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. He had not quite passed out but was far enough gone to not have control of his speech and limbs. In the bedroom, Pam asked me to hold Ray up so she could get his clothes off easier. We removed his shirt and I laid him across the bed. Pam removed his shoes. She undid his belt and pulled his pants down and off. 

I looked over at Lucy who was staring at Ray's cock. Because of his lack of underwear, he was totally exposed. Lucy noticed that I was watching her and pointed with her eyes at Ray's cock. Lucy was all but snickering. There was Ray passed out completely from Jack and beer, naked except for his socks, displaying his one and a half to two inch cock.

Pam noticed that we were looking and said, "Well, you can see that I didn't marry him for his sexual prowess. Sometimes, I can't remember why I married him at all. Oh yeah, the money.

I was to find out later that Ray was the beneficiary of a trust fund. As long as he used just the proceeds and left the principal alone, the money would last for the rest of his life and could be passed on after his death. At the present, the proceeds were about $140,000 a year. That explained how a guy with a two-inch dick could get a good-looking woman twenty-some years younger. 

After tucking Ray in, we went downstairs. Pam asked us to stay for awhile and have a drink. I sat on a sofa in the living room while Pam and Lucy went into the kitchen to get drinks. I picked a magazine and looked through it. It had been several minutes and I was still alone. I decided to join the ladies in the kitchen.

When I neared the kitchen I heard the two of them talking and paused in the little passageway. Pam asked Lucy, "So what's up between you two?"

"He's my boss," Lucy replied. "He owns the cleaners.

"Are you in love with him or are you just looking for a meal ticket?" Pam asked.

"What I'm really asking is, are you two sleeping together?" Pam asked.

Lucy was taken by surprise at the directness of the question and didn't answer for a minute.

Pam continued, "I don't really care if you are or not but I would like to get something going tonight and I want to know if you want to play along."

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Lucy said. "But to be honest, I don't have much experience."

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Pam asked.

"NO," Lucy answered quickly and maybe a little too loudly. "I'm not a lesbian."

"And tonight won't make you one either," Pam said. "But nothing gets a man excited quicker than two women messing around. We fool around a little and when he gets turned on, we can play with him. Will you go along with that?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said Lucy. "But I don't know what to do."

"OK. Let me show you a couple of things." Pam said. "Let's kiss. Just kiss me like I'm a man."

I had no choice. I had to risk getting caught eavesdropping to see what they were doing. I looked around the archway and saw Pam taking Lucy into her arms and holding her close while bringing their lips together. Lucy was tentative at first but being a quick learner she was soon returning the kiss as passionately as it was being given. Pam's right hand had moved to Lucy's left breast and was tweaking the nipple.

Pam suddenly disengaged and said, "God, you're a natural. You'll do just fine. Let's get these drinks into the other room before he gets suspicious."

I scurried back into the living room, took my seat on the sofa, and grabbed the magazine I was looking at earlier. This time, however, I was using it to cover the hard on I got while watching Pam and Lucy in the kitchen. When they entered the living room, I noticed that Lucy appeared a little flushed. I said, "I was beginning to wonder where you were. A few more minutes and I was going to form a search party."

Pam responded, "We were getting acquainted. You know, girl talk."

We were engaged in idle conversation but the subject kept coming back to sex in one form or another. Eventually, the subject was what women without men do about sex. Surprisingly, it was Lucy that asked, "Pam, we couldn't help but see the size of Ray's thing. Unless it gets a lot bigger, what do you do about sex?"

"Sometimes he eats my pussy but mostly he thinks he has enough to please me so he just messes around down there until he cums and then it's over," Pam answered. "One time I was going to cheat on Ray and I met a man. He was bigger than Ray but the results were the same. There was no foreplay or anything. He just jumped on, did his thing and then he talked about how good it was."

Lucy asked, "Was his name Jimmy?"

Pam said with hesitancy in her voice, "Yes."

Then Pam and Lucy together said, "Becker."

"He was my high school boyfriend," Lucy said. "I only had sex with him once and he was the same way. I only found out how good sex really is recently when I was with an older man."

Pam moved to sit beside Lucy and put her arms around her. She kissed Lucy's face all over and just slightly brushed lips before saying, "You poor thing. At least, I had sex with several men before I was married and knew he was no good."

"He took my cherry and I knew he was no good." Lucy said.

Pam continued to sit next to Lucy with her arm around her as she continued, "My next sexventure was with a girl friend of mine. Neither of us is lesbian but we were both really horny. She was separated from her husband and we were sitting right here, where we are now, during one of Ray's drunkouts. Somehow, we started kissing and one thing led to another until we both got off."

Looking at Lucy, Pam asked, "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"One time I kissed with a woman and she played with my breast a little," Lucy related what had happened in the kitchen a little earlier.

"Did you like it?" Pam asked.

"It kind of made me hot," Lucy replied.

"Will you kiss me now with tongues and everything?" Pam asked.

Lucy looked at me asking if it was all right with her eyes. I nodded approval. Pam and Lucy leaned toward each other and their lips met. The kiss was sweet, yet sensual. It was obvious that Pam was the aggressive one but it was also apparent that Lucy was curious and eager to follow Pam's lead. As their kisses became more passionate, Pam's right hand took Lucy's left breast and start to tweak the nipple. I knew from experience that Lucy's juices had started to flow.

Lucy moved both of her hands to Pam's breasts. She massaged them a couple of minutes, then settled down to flicking Pam's nipples with her thumbs through her blouse. Pam, in a husky whisper, said, "Let's get rid of these clothes."

It was no sooner said than done. They began to undress each other. First came the blouses and bras. What a magnificent sight! Four beautiful breasts topped with four erect nipples and four hands playing with them while two sets of lips were engaged in as an erotic kiss as I had ever witnessed. Next came the skirts and panties. Two nude, beautiful, young women with arm and legs entwined manifestly lost in pleasuring each other.

It was as if I was invisible. I turned off my cell phone because I wanted no intrusions. I removed my clothes and slowly stroked my cock while watching intently. I knew that I had to be careful not to spew my seed over the plush deep-pile carpet.

Pam had moved her hand down to Lucy's sopping wet pussy. After exploring for a moment, Pam felt Lucy's huge clitoris. She immediately disengaged and slipped to her knees. Pam's face was just inches from Lucy's wet pussy. 

Pam exclaimed, "My God, Lucy. Your clit is like a small penis!"

Pam clamped onto Lucy's clit with her mouth and Lucy clamped onto a gigantic orgasm. Lucy's body started to quiver and Pam was having some trouble keeping her mouth on her clit. She clamped her elbows at Lucy's hips and locked her hands together over her stomach, just above her pubic hair. She was locked in a position so that Pam could continue to use her mouth and lips on Lucy's huge, swollen clit as wave after wave of passion flowed over her body seemingly leaving no cell untouched.

Lucy was lying back with her head against a sofa cushion with her eyes closed. A mixture of low guttural moans and unintelligible mutterings were coming from her mouth. Seeing the woman that I had initiated into sexuality in the throes, as it were, fired me to the sexual boiling and I was about to explode. I crawled over behind Pam who was sitting on her feet. When I touched her, she raised her ass into the air and spread her knees apart. 

I rubbed my cock through her pussy juices and pushed it into her awaiting pussy. She was hot, tight, and wet. We must have been at the same stage of readiness. I put my left hand around her and played with her nipples that were pointing at the floor beneath her hanging breasts. My right hand was toying with her clit, which was not as big as Lucy's but was no slouch. In less than two minutes, Pam was screaming into Lucy's pussy loud enough to awaken her husband if he had not been in their bedroom in an alcoholic coma.

Pam's climax pushed me over the top and I exploded deep into her love tunnel. I stayed connected with her until our climaxes passed and her contractions forced my limp dick out. I went into the bathroom and got a towel to clean myself and brought it back to put under Pam so that my cum leaking out of her pussy would not stain the carpet.

When I returned to the living room, Lucy was coming around and said, "Pam, I want to do to you what you just did to me."

"That's O.K. by me," Pam said. "But I guess I should warn you that I'm full of cum."

Lucy looked a bit confused and I realized that she was unaware that I had fucked Pam. Lucy said, "Good."

Pam lay back on the carpet and spread her legs that were bent at the knees. Her body was so inviting, her beautiful breast that leaned ever so slightly to her sides, her slightly rounded stomach sloping to the golden-haired swollen lips of her fresh-fucked pussy with one white cum drop leaking out.

Lucy leaned on her elbows and began sucking on Pam's pussy. Lucy was swallowing rapidly as she drank my cum from Pam. Lucy then moved up slightly as she started licking and sucking Pam's clit. She rested her weight on her left elbow and inserted two fingers of her right hand into Pam's pussy. She synchronized her clit licking with her finger fucking and went at both with a passion.




Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 3



It wasn't long until I saw a look of rapture on Pam's face and ripples of pleasure traversing her body. My cock had regained its strength but I wanted a taste of Lucy's sweet cunt. I lay on my back and butt scooted in between Lucy's legs. When she felt me there she lowered her ass until her clit was in my mouth. I licked and sucked her erect clit until I felt the tell-tell tremors shaking her body. I pushed her body up and slipped out from beneath her. I was on my knees behind Lucy. I eased my dick into her velvety love tunnel. The spasming of her vaginal walls milked my rock hard cock until Pam, Lucy, and I were in simultaneous orgasms. 

We let the feelings of ecstasy run their courses and then tumbled sideways into a pile on the floor. Eventually, we able to get up and Pam invited up to a mutual shower. Amid teasing and laughing, we washed, rinsed, and dried each other. We went back to the living room and dressed. Just as we were sitting down with another drink, Ray stumbled to the top of the stairs and said in a loud and menacing voice, "What the fuck's going on here?" 

He immediately sat down on the top step and fell back with his head hitting the carpeted floor pretty hard. He was out again. Lucy, Pam, and I carried the naked, drunken man back to bed. 

We went downstairs to the foyer. After the three of us shared deep kisses and promises to do this again real soon, Lucy and I headed back to the plant so I could get my car.

On the way Lucy asked, "This doesn't mean that I'm a lesbian or anything does it"

"No, honey." I answered. "It just means that we had a good time with Pam."

"I liked everything about tonight a lot, except Ray, and I did get a kick out of his itsy-bitsy dick," she said. "I'd like to do it again sometimes."

I replied, "We'll just have to see if that can be arranged."

"Thanks for taking me with you tonight," she said as we pulled into the parking lot at the plant. "I know that you didn't have to. You know, I'm going to have to be very careful. It would be very easy for me to fall in love with you."

"I want you to know that I have loved everything that we have done and look forward to more in the future," I said. "But falling in love with me is not a smart thing to do. I wouldn't want to but I would break your heart. I'm just not in the least little bit ready to settle down.

As for taking you with me, you were my safety valve. At the bar, when Ray left the table, Pam was stroking my cock through my pants. I was in a position that I couldn't refuse to help her yet I didn't want to go fuck her either."

"But you did fuck her," she said, not accusingly. "That was your cum I sucked out of her, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but that was different," I said. "That was with you. My original plan was to help with Ray and then come back here and pay off my future fuck voucher. But as it turned out, we had fun and you still have your voucher."

She laughed at that. We kissed briefly and she left. As I was walking to my car, I saw a piece of paper taped to the door. I retrieved it, unlocked the door, and went inside to have light to read it. It read as follows:

I left a message on your phone at home and at your other number. I saw your car here as I was passing and left this note just in case. If possible, I would like to see you in the morning as early as possible, before the staff arrives. It is not an emergency but it is important to me. Sarah  

I looked at my watch and saw that it was a little after midnight. There was no way that I was going to go home and get back in time to see Sarah before the staff would get in. I went to my emergency kit and retrieved the items that I would need to stay here. I turned on my cell phone and set the alarm at 5 O'clock. I removed my shoes, put my feet on the desk and drifted off. 

Sarah who was pinching my toe, shaking my foot, and saying, "Good morning, Sleepy Head", awakened me at 4:55. She was cheery, she was laughing, and she was staring at the tent in my pants.

"So, how did you get that?" she asked, pointing at my crotch. "Who were you dreaming about."

"That's my morning woody," I said. "It'll go away when I go to the bathroom. Speaking of which…"

I grabbed my toothbrush and past and headed in for my morning hygiene.

When I returned to the office, Sarah was sitting in the straight chair beside the desk. She asked, "When did you start sleeping here?"

"I came by here last night," I answered. "I met Ray Rogers and his wife. They invited me up the street for a drink. He proceeded to get drunk and almost got into a fight. He was drinking shots of whisky like they were going out of style. He passed out and I helped his wife get him home. Anyway, by the time I got your note on the back door, it was almost midnight. I would never made it this morning if I had gone home."

"Wow! You do care," she said. "Enough to sleep in a chair because I wanted to see you."

"Yeah, what's that all about?" I asked. "Are we in trouble?"

"No, it's not about the business," she said. "It's about me. When we kissed those couple of times, I masturbated and I got to the point where I was satisfied. But since we played with each other, I just haven't been able to get there. I was wondering if maybe you made me, uh, you know, uh cum if it would be better when I did it alone. I don't want us to have sex but maybe like the last time. Will you help me?"

"Well, I don't know if it will help or not but I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do," I replied. "I'll go lock the back door while you take off all your clothes."

"But we're not going to do it," she said. "Why do I need to take my clothes off?"

"You are going to enjoy what I do to you," I said. "I want to enjoy looking at your body. Everything that I have seen so far has been great. I want to see all of you."

I left the office to lock the back door. I entered the office and removed my clothes. Sarah looked like a frightened child but she was such an Irish beauty with red hair and freckles over her entire body. I went to her, put my arms around her and held her close to me. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. My hard cock was pressed against her stomach. 

I spoke softly into her ear, "I want you to know that I care for you very much and will do anything that you would like me to do. I want you to know that I care but I'm not in love with you. I know that the sex drive is a powerful motivating force. It is as powerful as hunger or thirst. I'll do whatever you want to satisfy you. I can use my fingers, I can eat your pussy, or I can fuck you till you scream for help."

To emphasize what I was saying, I pulled my hips back and placed my cock between her legs. I pushed my hips back toward her and felt the wetness of her pussy. "I'd enjoy them all," I said "I can and will do them all, if you like. What is your pleasure?"

She took awhile to answer. She slid her hips back and forth a couple of times allowing my cock to travel the length of her slit. Then she answered. In a very husky voice she said, "As much as I would love for you to fuck me, I can't. It just wouldn't be right. But I do need to cum. Would you mind, that is, would it be O.K. with you if you just used your finger?"

I clasped my hands around her ass cheeks, which, except for her breasts, were the only fleshy parts of her body. I led her back and helped her to sit on the edge of the desk. Moving to the area of the desk chair, I leaned her back until she was lying supine lengthwise the desk. I inserted two fingers of my right hand into her wet pussy and used my thumb to massage her clitoris. I moved my left hand to her breasts and tweaked her turgid tipples. I leaned over her to passionately kiss her waiting lips. 

After a few minutes, I removed my left hand from her breasts and used it to place my pre-cum leaking cock in her right hand. I placed my left arm under her shoulders and attacked her nipples with my lips and tongue, first one and then the other. I felt it when she began to climax. She was fighting it.

As she began to vibrate, she was trying to get up. She said, "I've got to get … I've got to start…Oh my God…I've gottagottagottagotta…"

Her orgasm was going strong. Her hips were bucking against my hand and I could see the vibration through the rest of her body. It lasted for a couple of minutes. When the tide of orgasm began to ebb, she was pushing my hand away from her pussy. She was getting up. I tried to hold her in my arms but she was having none of that. She was on her feet and I tried to have a tender moment, maybe a hug and a kiss but she was hell bent on getting her clothes on and getting out of the office. She did just that.

I masturbated into a paper towel and dressed. As I was sitting down at the desk, there was a knock on the door and Sarah came into the office. Without the slightest sign that anything out of the ordinary had happened, she said, "Oh, I meant to tell you that Beegee Cuningham was trying to get in touch with you. She said it was something about the bill but she wouldn't talk with me about it."

I said, "O.K. thanks, I'll call her later on today. Did you get the number?"



Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 4



I went home to lie down awhile. I napped until 11:30 then called Beegee.

"Do you have plans this afternoon that you can't break?" she asked. "I have something to show you."

"Sure, I can make it," I said "When and where?"

Why don't you meet me at that McDonalds out on East 50 at two O'clock?" she asked. "You know the one where the speed limit drops to 45."

"O.K. See you there." I said.

I was sitting in the McDonald's parking lot looking for I didn't know what, a Porsche, Bentley, Jaguar? She showed up in an older Ford Pinto. 

"I didn't know what to expect," I told her. "But I certainly didn't expect this."

"This is our rendezvous car," she said. "I bought us a little place out in Christmas so we will have a place of our own to meet. I thought it would be better if we didn't draw attention to ourselves." 

She was dressed in baggy blue jeans and a plaid shirt. If I didn't know what a beautiful body she had, I certainly wouldn't know by the way she was dressed.

We drove out to the community of Christmas and turned off onto a county road. It was paved for about six miles then it became a graveled road. About three fourths of a mile later, we turned into a dirt driveway where a small house stood on about an acre of land. The acre was fenced and there was nothing but trees beyond the fence.

"Beegee, how in the hell do you think that we could draw attention to ourselves out here?" I asked. "We could be wearing red, white, and blue and setting off fireworks and no one would notice."

"Hey, it's better to be safe than sorry," she said with a laugh.

When we went inside, she asked, "Well, what do you think? Isn't this just the perfect little hideaway?"

Looking around, I noticed that except for the bed, everything looked like early Salvation Army. The bed, however, was luxurious. It was king-sized and of the perfect firmness for its intended purpose. The headboard was an old-fashioned wrought iron bedstead. Beegee wasted no time losing her clothes and like a butterfly coming out of her cocoon, she showed her real beauty.

I have seen beautiful women in movies and magazines and a few in real life but Beegee was the one woman that came nearest to perfection that I have ever had strip for me with the purpose of mutual satisfaction. She was within an inch of my height, which was an even six feet. She had a mane of jet-black hair that had a life of its own. Her breasts were huge but fit her body perfectly. I would guess their size at about 38D. They were round and separated with silver-dollar-sized dark pink areoli topped with oh so suckable eraser sized nipples that stood out about an inch when aroused.

She bounced onto the bed and I shed my clothes in record time. I joined her on the bed and in no time we were locked in a passionate embrace. We were getting into the feeling when I pulled back from her and got off the bed.

I went over to my pants and removed a restraint from my pocket. I had made the restraint by attaching two Velcro straps to a third strap with two eighteen inch lengths of seventy-pound monofilament fishing line. I said, "Last time, we did it your way, now it's my turn."

I saw the look on her face when she saw the restraint and I said, "I'm not into S&M. This will be pleasurable torture."

She seemed to relax. I quickly wrapped one Velcro strap to each of her wrists and the center strap to the middle of the wrought iron headboard. Her arms were above her head loosely bound but in a way that I could turn her over at will. I began kissing and licking her forehead and then kissed down over her cheeks but stayed away from her mouth. I kissed her chin and onto her neck. I turned her so that I could work on the tender area on the nape of her neck. I kissed and tongued the back of her neck and used my teeth to play bite her. Goose bumps jumped up all over her body. I continued alternating between kissing and play biting. She was moaning and cooing. She would shiver and then make oohing sounds.

I kissed my way down her back and spent several minutes on her delicious butt. I kissed and nibbled her ass cheeks and pulled her cheeks apart and licked her crack. I ignored her asshole only because I thought it might be too sensitive and I wanted to make this last. I did spend a few minutes on that little area between her asshole and her pussy and she seemed to like that. 

I turned her onto her back and stared in awe at this beautiful woman. Her big round breasts stood away from her chest. I began with the left breast and tongued around the base and up the sides of her slopes but did not touch the puckered areola or the erect nipple standing proud atop its gorgeous breast mound. I kissed the cleft between her breast and moved to the right globe. Beegee was wiggling from side to side trying to guide her nipples to my lips but I would move just ahead of her. I kissed and tongued her navel and stomach. I worked my way down to her thighs and licked up to but not quite reaching her pubic area.

Finally, I lay between Beegee's long beautiful legs and very carefully ran my tongue along her outer lips. She placed her legs over my shoulders and tried to pull my face into her pussy but I resisted. I pushed her knees into the air and she rolled up on her back. I quickly licked the crack of her ass including her puckered sphincter. 

"Oh my God," she cried. "What are you doing to me?"

I pulled myself up onto my knees and lay my cock along Beegee's pussy lips but not so it would rub her clitoris. I leaned forward and licked the areola of her left breast. My dick was soaked with her pussy juices and the heat coming from her vagina almost burned me. Around and around the areola my tongue traced a circular pattern. I moved to the right breast and repeated the same action. I slowly slid my stiff member into her waiting pussy. She almost derailed my plans with the control she had of her vaginal muscles. She was milking me expertly. I very slowly stroked in and out until I felt her begin to orgasm. I withdrew and pulled away from her body. Her head had been moving back and forth and uhuhuhuh sounds were coming from deep within her throat. When I withdrew, her head stopped and her eyes opened wide. 

I waited until she came down a little and I reinserted my cock. Again, I slowly pumped in and out of her until she was about to orgasm and I quit again. 

Beegee said, "Please oh please."

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please fuck me and let me cum," she begged.

I rammed into her and fucked her with a passion. I leaned forward and took one nipple and then the other into my mouth and punished them with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Our orgasms began and it shook me to my core. With one hand I released the Velcro straps from her wrists and her arms and legs wrapped around me. Our mutual orgasms seemed to last for hours but I'm sure it was only minutes. She straightened her right leg and we rolled onto our sides. We lay there in the afterglow of our union. We were wrapped in each other's arms and were wet with the sweat of our lovemaking. We were happy and peaceful and satisfied in body and soul.

We were lying there with Beegee's head resting on my shoulder. I was lazily toying with her breast as she rested her arm across my stomach. "What made you think that I would enjoy being restrained?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know," I answered. "It was just an idea. But did you like it?"

"I don't know if it was having my hands tied or that slow torture you put me through, she said. "You really had me going there. That was a very good cum."

"What is your favorite fantasy," I asked.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked. "Are you going to blackmail me or something?"

"If I wanted to blackmail you, I might have enough evidence already," I said. "I was just making conversation. Anyway, you don't have to be defensive with me."

I'm beginning to believe that," she said. "It's just that fantasies are so, I don't know, personal."

"And fucking isn't?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said. "O.K. Promise you won't laugh and I'll tell you."

"That's all right," I said. "As I said, I was just making conversation. Why don't you wait until you get to know me better."

"No, really," she said. "I'd really like to tell you. But you can't laugh. O.K.?"

"I promise," I said.

"I've always kind of wanted to be in a threesome," she said. "You know, a man and a woman and me. Have you ever done that?"

"Yeah, it was sorta fun." I said thinking back to Pam, Lucy, and I.

"I can tell," she said as she reached over and took my rock hard cock in her hand and gently stroked me. "Let's don't waste this. I'd like to have a nice gentle fuck before we have to go."

She swung her leg over mine and was straddling me in what seemed like a single fluid move. She positioned herself with her heavenly entrance over my cock and lowered onto me. She began rocking back and forth and as she did, my cock was sliding in and out of her. She started doing that thing she does with her vaginal muscles. She was so tight to start with and then her pussy walls would grip my cock and milk it. It was all I could do to hold back. It was exquisite torture. I used both hands to play with her beautiful breasts and my thumbs to flick her big stiff nipples.

The first clue that Beegee is losing it and the pleasures of orgasm are taking over is the slight difference in the way her pussy walls feel. They go from her having full control, little by little, to full chaos – pulsing, vibrations, and quivers. That is just what happened. And at the peak of her pleasure, I joined her, mixing my juices with hers and feeling them flow out of her and over my balls and down the crack of my ass. As she was coming down, she leaned forward and lay against my chest. 

We got out of bed and took a shower together. I noticed that there had been some structural modifications in the shower. It was larger and had better water pressure and much more hot water than you would expect in an old country house. I'm not sure that the city water lines ran out that far. That was all nice but what held my attention was Beegee's body. We washed each other and had a good time teasing and laughing. 

Before we left the shower, she hugged me and said, "I enjoy fucking with you. One of the best things I like about you is that you fuck for fuck's sake. You don't think that you have to be in love with me to give me extreme pleasure. I'm glad we got together."

I said, "If you keep talking like that, you're going to be late for whatever you're going to do next."

As we were winding our way out of Christmas, I asked Beegee, "Have you ever had the opportunity to live out your fantasy?"

"Not yet," she said.

"Would you like to?" I asked.

"Are you thinking about making it happen?" she asked. "Do I know the woman?"

"I'll see what I can work out," I answered. "And yes you have seen this woman."

"It's not Sarah, is it?" she asked. "I've always suspected that you were sleeping with her."

"Well, I not," I said. "I was talking about Lucy."

"Oh my God, Lucy!" she exclaimed. "She's just a baby."

She was kind of snickering when she said, "Why you SOB, you're fucking Lucy" She seemed to be thinking it over and continued, "That might be fun. Yeah, see what you can work out." 

"I don't want it to happen at our place," I said. "Maybe we could get out of town, one Sunday."

"Make it this Sunday, if you can," she said. "I'll call you Friday to see if you could work it out." She laughed, "Little Lucy, O.K."

Handing her a slip of paper, I said, "Here's my home number in case I'm not at the plant.."

We pulled into the McDonald's and said our good-byes without kisses. You never know who's watching.

When I arrived at my apartment, I noticed that it was 6:10. I thought I might take a chance on catching Lucy and called the plant.

Lucy answered, "Cooper Cleaners, this is Lucy. How may I help you?"

"Is this that sexy little woman that works behind the counter and makes my dick hard?" I asked.

"Yes it is," she replied. "And I'd make it soft again, if you were here."

"I bet you would," I said. "I damn sure know you could and if it wasn't so late, I'd hightail it over there for that express purpose."

"I could come to where you are," she said.

"That would be great but I have a meeting in about an hour," I lied. Even though I have fairly fast sexual recuperative time, the sheer volume of sex that I had engaged in during the past seventy-two hours was catching up with me. 

"Not that I feel that I need a reason," I began, "I do have one this time. You mentioned that you enjoyed what you, Pam, and I did and might want to do it again. Do you still feel that way?"

"Sure, when are we going to get together again?" she asked.

"I was thinking that this Sunday afternoon we might drive over to Titusville and have lunch at Paul's Smokehouse. Then later we could go to a hotel and have some fun." I posited.

"How is she going to get away from her little dicked husband?" Lucy asked.

"Oh," I said. "It isn't going to be with Pam. And Lucy, if you can make it, this is something that you can never, ever talk about. Understand?"

She answered thoughtfully, "So far, my whole sex life has been centered around you and I don't think that talking about it could come to any good. In fact, through talking about it, I might lose you and I'm not ready to do that yet. So we already have a secret and this will only add to it. As to if I can make it. Of course I can. Who is it, anyway?"

"Beegee Cuningham," I said.

"You're fucking Beegee Cuningham?" she asked incredulously. "Man, you've got balls!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing." I stated.

"It could be," she stated. "Let's see. You're fucking the beautiful wife of the wealthiest man in Florida. Yeah, what could go wrong there?"

"Are you sure that you are not just jealous?" I asked.

"No, I guess that I take it as a compliment that you could be fucking her and still want to be with me," she said.

"Lucy, I was seeing her before you and I began having a relationship," I said. "My relationship with you has nothing to do with my relationship with Beegee. You are special and unique and I have never had better sex with anyone than I have with you. I see sex though your eyes as new and exciting…and it is. You epitomize sex as I have always seen it.

"When Beegee and I talked about maybe having a threesome, you were the only name that came to mind. I could not think of anyone who I think would or could approach this as an adventure. I mentioned you to Beegee and she was immediately intrigued. And, honey, even though she is older than you and I, she is somewhat naïve and you may have to take the lead. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Hmm," she mused. "Me as sexual teacher, I think I like that. I know you have to go. Will I see you before Sunday?"

"If you don't have plans for tomorrow night, why don't you come up to my condo?" I asked. "I'll call you and give you directions tomorrow about six. O.K.?"

"I'd love to," she said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lucy could have reacted in a lot of ways but I sure did like the way this was going. I'll have a good evening with Lucy tomorrow night and then on Sunday, Beegee, Lucy, and I will play. 

My ringing phone shook me from my reverie. "Hello" I answered.

"Hi there," it was Sarah's voice. "Have you got a few minutes?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?" I asked.

"One time you suggested that maybe we should use the phone when we talk about sex," she said. "I was just thinking about what you did in the office this morning and I just wanted to call and thank you. That was really nice."

"Sure Sarah," I said without knowing what to say when a woman thanks you for fingering her to orgasm.

Sarah had more on her mind but was hesitant to say. She managed to talk about the weather, the plant, and her finances. She finally she got around to talking about what the call was all about. She asked, "If you've got a little time and don't mind, could you talk sexy to me a little?"

Sarah had probably never heard of phone sex but that was what she was asking me to do for her now. I thought about it a moment and decided that it wasn't how good the giver of phone sex was that mattered as much as the state of readiness the receiver was in. I asked, "Sarah, what room are you in and what are you wearing?"

"I'm in my bedroom and since I just took a bath, I'm only wearing a robe," she answered.

Well, here goes, "Take your robe off and lie on the bed. I'm going to talk about what I 'm doing to you and whatever I say my hands are doing, I want your hands to do. For example, my right hand is now stroking your left cheek and now I'm moving it down to your left breast. I am massaging your left breast and running the palm of my hand over your nipple. I continue rubbing your nipples as I look at your body.

"I'm thinking how beautiful your breasts are. They look like alabaster mounds with little flakes of chocolate sprinkled over them. I want so much to kiss them and twirl your hard little nipples with my tongue but for now I will let my hand do the work that my mouth, lips, and tongue want to do."

I could hear her breathing becoming labored as I continued, "My left hand is coming up to play with your beautiful breasts as my right hand moves down over your smooth stomach to your gorgeous red-haired pussy. I wet my fingers in your love juices and use your juice to oil your clitoris. I can't help but think how great it would feel for you if I replaced my fingers with my mouth and used my lips and tongue to toy with your clit. I'd like to run my tongue the length of your slit and taste your juices and return to your love button to swirl it around my tongue and take a little nip with my hungry lips.

"Now I'm putting two fingers into your hot pussy and moving my left hand to play with your clit. I'm pushing and pulling my fingers in and out of your pussy. I know you're thinking of how much better it would feel if it was my hot, hard cock pumping in and out of your pussy causing those little tingles to start traveling up your spine as your juices flow out around my cock and down the crack of your ass."

"Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh" was coming through the phone receiver. Then Sarah yelled, "I'm coming. Oh my God, I'm coming so much and so hard." We were both quiet for maybe four or five minutes. All I could hear through the phone was Sarah's breathing. Then she blurted, "Thank you so much. I've got to go now."

I thought, "She's got to work on her exit lines." I quickly removed my clothes and drifted off to sleep. I awoke at about three o'clock in the morning. I showered and dressed and drove to the plant to get some information that Carla, my accountant, had been bugging me about. My plan was to quickly review the material and sign those pages where signatures were necessary and be at breakfast before Sarah came to work. It seemed that my plan was working. I signed the last signature page and put the document into a Manila envelope and was headed for the back door at 4:37. I paused when I heard a noise at the door. Sarah opened the door, came inside, and locked it behind her.

"Well, you're here bright and early," she said with a big smile. "I'm glad you are because I wanted to thank you for last night. It was really great. I can't find words to describe what that did to me."

She came to me and hugged me with both arms. She was holding me tight and her head was on my shoulder. I was acutely aware of her firm breast pressing against my chest. I was also aware of the stirring I felt in my groin. I started to speak but she stopped me. 

"Please don't say anything, just let me finish," she said. "I married my husband at seventeen. We were just dumb country kids and knew nothing about sex. What we learned was by trial and error. His dad and brothers had told him everything they knew about sex and that was what he did. He would get on, put it in, and push it in and out until it felt good…to him. 




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"It would sometimes start to feel good to me but he would make fun of me if he thought I was going to have an orgasm. His kin had told him that whores and sluts were the only women who enjoyed sex. He was determined that I was not going to be one of those. I was pregnant with my second son when I overheard two women at the beauty parlor talking about masturbation. I went home and tried it. The feelings I got were so intense that I was afraid that I would somehow damage the baby I was carrying so I didn't do it anymore until after I recovered from childbirth.

"Anyway what I wanted to say is that since I've known you, I've had the most intense orgasms that I have ever had in my life. I think that it is because I know that you want me to enjoy sex and have orgasms. I was rude to you last night in the way I got off the phone so quickly but I was having orgasm after orgasm and it was all I could do to breath let alone talk. I went to sleep with a happy feeling all through me and woke up the same way. While I was having my buttered toast and coffee this morning, it dawned on my that you have given the best orgasms of my life and I haven't given you anything so this morning I'm going to return the favor.

I thought that she was talking about fucking but I was soon set straight. She had me remove my clothes and sit down. With some difficulty I convinced her to remove her clothes also. My cock was hard, some from leftover horniness from last night but mostly from seeing the red-haired, freckled beauty kneeling between my legs with my cock in her hand. She approached jacking me off the same as she approached every task - with determination. She jerked my cock back and forth until I announced that I was about to cum. She then took the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the helmet. I was surprised and overwhelmed at the same time. I pumped my cum into her mouth and she swallowed almost all of it. Some escaped from the corners of her mouth but she captured it and returned it to her lips.

"Did you like that?" she asked. "

"Let me show you how much," I said.

I lifted her onto the desk and raised her legs forcing her to lie back on the desktop. Before she knew what was happening, I buried my head between her legs and attacked her clitoris with my lips and tongue. Almost simultaneously, I plunged two fingers into her pussy and timed my finger fucking with my clit-licking. My left hand had migrated to her breasts and was playing with her nipples. As her first climax hit her, she started bucking wildly against my fingers and mouth. I stayed with her through four waves of pleasure then start kissing my way up her body. I lingered at her breast long enough to suck both nipples into my mouth one at a time and taste them. I gave her a deep tongue kiss and stole one of her exit lines.

"I've got to go," I said. 

I quickly put on my clothes, grabbed the Manila envelope, and locked the back door behind me. I drove up the alley behind the plant and parked in the parking lot behind the restaurant on the corner. About fifteen minutes later, Sarah opened the back door, walked outside and stretched. She stood there a few moments and went back inside. I went into the restaurant and had a western omelet for breakfast.

I had a mish-mash of a day. I saw Carla and got my reprimand for not getting the papers to her in a more timely fashion. I had lunch with a consulting client and discussed issues that were already being handled by the consultant assign to the case. I called Cherie, my maid, to let her know that I would have a guest for dinner at seven-thirty. And went back to the plant.

Sarah was in a rare good mood. Most of the time she appeared to be pissed off about something but was really just being diligent in making sure that every item that left the plant had been processed to her high standards. Today was different because she was laughing and joking with the staff. I spent a few minutes with each of the staff and worked my way to the front to speak with Lucy. 

"Here are the directions to my place," I said. "Dinner will be served at seven-thirty and hot, wild sex a little later."

"You haven't been spreading that hot sex around, have you?" she asked with a giggle. "Sarah has been on a tear all day. We think she got laid last night and after what you told me, I don't know about you anymore."

"If she got laid, it wasn't by me," I said. "You're the second person to accuse me of that lately."

"I know," she said. "Beegee called earlier. She asked for you but when I told her you weren't here, she talked to me. She asked if I had made plans for Sunday. I'll tell you all about it tonight." 

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and saw Sarah headed our way. Lucy couldn't see her because she was in front of the paneled wall. My way of warning her was by saying, "Hey Sarah, I think that Lucy has a hot date tonight. She brought a change of clothes and everything."

"Oh, is that right?" Sarah asked in a teasing voice. "Got a hot date, huh?"

"I sure do," Lucy replied with a giggle.

Sarah surprised us both when she said, "Lucy, I'm coming right by here tonight on my way to church. It doesn't start until 6:30. I can come earlier and close for you, if you want me to."

"That would be great," Lucy said.

"O.K. then, I'll see you at five," Sarah said.

"I'll see you ladies later," I said. "I'm going home to take a nap. I have an important meeting tonight also."

"You're not leaving are you?" Sarah asked. "I need to see you for a minute before you go."

We went to the office and Sarah closed and locked the door. She put both arms around me and kissed me squarely and sensuously on the lips. She said, "That was a first for me this morning. In fact, there were two firsts. I'd never sucked a dick before even though my husband asked me to a lot. I never wanted to until today and I liked it a lot. Also, no one has ever kissed me down there before this morning. I thought I would never quit having orgasms. It must have taken me ten to fifteen minutes to get my clothes on. Anytime you want me to suck you or you want to do that to me, all you have to do is let me know."

We kissed and for the first time I knew that I was going to fuck Sarah and she would love it. I thought about doing it right then. I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her pussy up tight against my erection. I ground my hips against her and she ground back. I decided to save this one for Lucy. I wanted to give her a really good time tonight.

I went home and asked Cherie if having dinner a little earlier would be a problem. I knew that if timing was not a problem that Cherie would like earlier because it would move up her leaving time. It was time for a nap.

Cherie awakened me and told me that Lucy had called and was on her way. I stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to refresh me. I dried and dressed. I was entering the living room when the doorbell chimed announcing Lucy's arrival. Cherie opened the door and she stepped into the foyer. She had dressed young. She appeared to be seventeen or eighteen. She came into the room and gave me a little hug. I caught the look Cherie flashed me as she went back to the kitchen.

I gave Lucy a tour of the condo. She was impressed with the size. I think that most people think of apartments as small and crowded. My condo has a little less than 5000 square feet. The feature that sold me was the view. The immediate view was a large lake with the city skyline as the backdrop. That's what we were viewing from the balcony twenty-five floors up when Cherie announced dinner.

Cherie served the escargot appetizer and poured our first glass of wine. She had placed the entrée on the table covered with stainless steel domes. "Will there be anything else, sir?" Cherie asked.

"No, everything is fine," I said. "You may leave whenever you're ready. You've done a marvelous job, as usual. Thank you very much. See you Monday."

Cherie curtsied and returned to the kitchen. As we were finishing our appetizers, I heard her leave by the kitchen door. I served the entrée that consisted of veal chops with one of Cherie's fabulous sauces, a medley of vegies - split Brussels sprouts, baby carrots, and broccoli flowerettes, and new red potatoes in a garlic, parsley, butter sauce.

"So, what's going on with Beegee?" I asked.

"She wants you to call her and tell her where to meet you," she said. "And she wants me to ride with her to give us a chance to get acquainted. I guess it's my turn to ride in a limousine."

"Don't be surprised if that limousine becomes an old Ford Pinto." I said. "I've got a friend who is in Europe for the month. He gave me a key to his condo in case I ever needed it.

"I don't see why we just couldn't come up here," Lucy said. "Your place is beautiful and it sure is private since Cherie won't be back until Monday. Plus, Beegee said she knew where you lived because they own several units in this building."

As if on cue, the doorbell chimed. I opened the door and it was Beegee. She said, "Surprise!"

"Is it Sunday already?" I asked. "Come on in. Lucy's here."

"I know," she said. "Who do you think cooked up this little surprise? When we talking on the phone this afternoon, the idea kind of came to both of us."

"We were just having a glass of wine," I said. "Would you care for one or would you like something else?"

"Nothing for me right now," Beegee said. Then turning to Lucy, she gave her a little hug and a peck on the cheek and said, "I see you in a new light now, Lucy. When I found out that you two were getting it on, I couldn't believe it. I always thought of you as that sweet teenager that gave me my clothes."

"I grew up, Ms. Cuningham." Lucy said. "I was surprised, too when I found out that you two were getting it on."

"The name is Beegee," Beegee said. "Well, I guess now, it'll be the three of us "I know that I'm older than you, Lucy, but in many ways, I'm as naïve as they come. I'm going to have to ask you to help me out and tell me what to do."

"Even though I've had one experience, I'm pretty new at this, too. Why don't we do what comes natural."

Lucy moved over to Beegee and kissed her full on the lips. Beegee was a little taken aback by such a bold move but hung in there and soon they were sharing a passionate kiss. I waited for a few minutes while they were getting acquainted, then said "Ladies, why don't we adjourn to the bedroom I think that it's time to get rid of these clothes."

Once we were nude, there was an awkward moment but Lucy, once again, came to the rescue. She reached out and placed her hands on Beegee's huge round breasts and a moment later, she took one of Beegee's stiff, eraser-sized nipples into her sweet little mouth and started to punish it with her tongue and lips. Beegee had taken Lucy's breasts in hand and were flicking her nipples with her thumbs.

The three of us fell on my extra king-sized bed. Lucy and Beegee continued to work on each other and I joined in. They were kissing and playing with each other's breast. Lucy was on top. She was on her knees, one was between Beegee's legs and one was outside. I moved around behind them and began playing around with their upper thighs. Both women spread their legs to give me better access to their wet pussies. With my left hand, I eased two fingers into Beegee's pussy and used my thumb to stimulate her clit. My right thumb found its way into Lucy's pussy and my forefinger found her clit. Both Lucy and Beegee were sopping wet and evidently were enjoying what they were doing.

Beegee had leaned up and was sucking and licking Lucy's breast. Beegee was the first to start climaxing. She was moaning and her body began to quiver. Her pussy walls were squeezing my fingers. Lucy was not long in catching up. Her sweet little pussy clamped down on my thumb and I could see ripples traversing her stomach. Things were in full swing now.

They didn't wait to finish their orgasms to move on. Lucy guided me to lie on my back and straddled me placing the entrance of her pulsing love tunnel over the head of my dick and lowering herself until I was fully inside her. She began rocking back and forth sliding my turgid cock in and out of her tight pussy. Beegee straddled my head, facing Lucy. She aligned her clit with my mouth and settled down on me as my tongue began flicking her clitoris. Both of them were still in a state of orgasmic bliss and the repositioning seemed to only increase the intensity. In less than five minutes, I was pumping my love juice into Lucy's vibrating pussy. The three of us lay entwined as we came down from the top of Pleasure Mountain.

After awhile, hands started to roam again. I said, "Ladies, continue without me for a few minutes. I'll be right back."

I got up and went into the kitchen and opened a beer. I stayed out of the bedroom for about ten minutes to see how Beegee and Lucy would do without me. When I returned, it looked as if they had not missed me at all. They were locked in a sixty-nine with Beegee on top. They were having a great time. The sounds were so sexy. All I could hear were moans and slurping and those familiar sounds of gratification from sexual exploration. I watched them for a couple of minutes while my cock fully engorged. I approached Beegee from the rear and inserted my cock into her pussy. Lucy continued licking her clit as I started pumping slowly in and out of her sweet vagina. Beegee would allow me to pump in and then her muscles would clamp onto my cock as I withdrew. I knew that I wouldn't last long and when they began their orgasms, I knew I wouldn't have to. I exploded and withdrew. I watched as they continued.

Five or six minutes later, they collapsed onto the bed. I waited a few minutes and asked, "Who's up for a shower?"

"I would love to," Beegee said. "But I need to get home. It's getting late. I loved this evening and would like to do it really soon. Thanks, guys." She dressed and I walked her to the door. We kissed good night. 

Lucy and I went into the shower room and I turned on the twenty-inch top shower that gently rained warm water onto us. We lathered each other and I held her close. While I held her, I surprised her with the rinsing showerheads. Water cascaded over us from every direction. After Lucy gained her bearings, I released her so she could enjoy the water. She stayed in the shower for about twenty minutes.

When she came out, I wrapped a heavy terry cloth robe around her and guided her into a dressing room where there were towels, a hairdryer, and other sundries that she may need. While she was busy, I warmed the cherry surprise Cherie had left for us and poured two fingers of Hennessy 5-star brandy into a couple of snifters. After desert, I offered for her to spend the night but she said she had better get home. She said she would save spending the night for a special occasion. 

After the week I'd had, I decided to have a quiet weekend. I wasn't complaining, I just felt the need to recharge. I knew I needed to make an appearance at the plant so I made it early. I arrived at 6:30 and Sarah was tagging and sorting clothes according to color, fabric, and any special spotting needs. When she saw me come in the back door, she smiled and came to back of the plant and locked the back door. 

She came into the office and said, "We have time if you want to."

Without waiting for me to answer, she began to remove her clothes. I did too. I was standing by the desk and she knelt before me, took my cock in her hand and started pumping. I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her mouth to my dick. She took the head into her mouth and began licking around the helmet. I pulled a little harder on her head and her mouth slid about halfway down my cock. She began sucking it like a Popcicle and God, did it ever feel good. I didn't want to cum just yet. 

I pulled Sarah to her feet and sat her on the edge of the desk. I knelt between her legs and licked and nibbled her clit as I inserted two fingers and began finger fucking her in earnest. Soon I felt her pussy walls begin to quiver and I knew that soon she would be lost in orgasm. I stood up, spread her thighs apart, and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her slippery, wet pussy and slowly pushed into her. When I was almost all the way in, her eyes opened wide. After a moment she smiled and held her arms open to me. I leaned forward and we kissed. I brought my head to a more comfortable position and licked Sarah's nipples. I began to slide in and out of her pussy slowly at first. She was tight like a woman who had not had sex for a very long time. As we became used to each other, our rhythm increased in tempo and in the length of our strokes.

It was as if we were lost in erotic abandon. We pounded our pelvises together until we were wracked with one passionate explosion after another. My legs were weak and I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the desk. I lay my head on Sarah's chest and listened to the pounding of her heart.

After some time, she said, "I couldn't invite you to do that. I couldn't even hint that it was O.K. or what I wanted but I am so glad you did it. Right now we had better get dressed before the staff gets here."

We quickly dressed. Sarah went to work and I went home. I ate breakfast, showered, and was just drifting off to sleep when the phone awakened me. It was Sarah.

"I bet you can't guess who just called me," she said, "My husband. He's on his way back to Orlando and he's bringing his twin brother back with him. He said that he heard that masonry work around here was picking up. He was at a truck stop this side of Jacksonville. He'll be here in about an hour and a half"

I just didn't know what to say to a woman I just fucked big time who was telling me that her husband was coming home. I asked, "Is there anything I can do? Do you need to go home or anything?"

"I just wanted to let you know," she said.

"Yeah, I appreciate that," I said. "I can see where not knowing might lead to an embarrassing situation or worse."

She said, "Well I just wanted to let you know. See you Monday."

I couldn't help but think, "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away."

This is the end of the series, at least, for now. I have a couple of deadlines looming in real life that I must meet to keep the cash flow positive. Thanks for all the great feedback you sent and for taking time to vote. See you soon.



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I went into the back door of the plant and saw Sarah near the end of the pressers' work area. She was checking the quality of the cleaning and pressing functions and pushing the clothes down the line to Lucy who was bagging them and putting them in on the storage conveyer according to the assigned number on the check-in slip. I waved at Sarah and went into the office. I pushed the door closed and sat at the desk.

It took about ten minutes before Sarah came into the office. "I've missed you, Boss," she said. "When you have the time, I need to talk with you about some personal stuff."

"Now is as good a time as any," I said.

She approached the desk and loosened her sleeves. She pushed them up and I saw bruises along her arms. "What happened?" I asked. "Who did this to you?"

"I told you that my husband was back and I think that out of consideration for me, you stayed away for a few days," she said. "I appreciate what you were trying to do but I've needed you, not for sex as much as for advice."

She locked the door and opened her blouse. She loosened and removed her bra and turned toward me. Her shoulders, breasts, and ribs were a multitude of colors ranging from browns to purple. "Isn't this pretty?" she asked. "My husband and his twin brother announced that I had not been doing my wifely duties so now I was going to have to service both of them whenever they wanted me to. As you can see, I resisted and they beat me into submission. They held me down and took turns raping me in my vagina and in my asshole."

"Have you seen a doctor?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "They thought they had killed me so they took me to the hospital and dropped me off at the emergency room. They told me to tell them that I was in an accident. I told the doctor what really happened. They took pictures and did vaginal and anal swabs but the doctor told me that because they are identical twins, their DNA is the same. He said all that would be proven is that my husband had sex with me."

I put my arms around her and she held me very tightly and sobbed like a baby. It was the first time since it happened that she had someone to hold her who really cared. "Sarah, I promise that they will get as good as they gave," I told her. "Are they working?"

"They are working on that new school they're building at Conway," she replied. "They go to Connie's Bar after work. They rape me every night now. I don't want to go home."

"They've raped you for the last time," I said. "Don't even think about it anymore. Get squared away. I have to leave for a few minutes."

I drove across town and made a call to Dave and Mike, a couple of guys that I loaned money to when no one else would. They indicated that they owed me and would do anything for me. They are wrestlers. They are big, they are brutal, and they are gay. I explained what the twins had done to a friend of mine and how unhappy I was about it. I said that I really didn't care what happened to them but I thought they needed a good ass fucking. They agreed. I don't know what happened to them but witnesses say they were shanghaied in Connie's parking lot and two hours later were dropped off about three blocks away wearing nothing but their pants with the seats cut out.

At six o'clock that evening, Sarah and I were sitting in my car in the driveway of an empty house-for-rent across the street and two houses down from where she lived. Just for the fun of it, we had closed and locked the gate across the driveway to her house. At a quarter past the hour, her husband and his twin brother sped up and noticed that the gate was closed just in time to keep from hitting it. They jumped out of the truck and ran to the walkway gate and even though we had not locked it they were unable to get it open. They finally got over the fence and into the house. We almost wet our pants laughing at them.

"Do you want to go inside to see that part of the show?" I asked. "I'm sure it's funny."

"No," she replied. "What happened to them? Why were they bleeding from their butts?"

"I'm sure I don't know but if I were to guess I would say that they found out what it was like to be raped," I said.

"You did this for me didn't you?" she asked looking at me with a look that could only be described as adoration.

"Of course not," I replied. "I don't do that sort of thing."

"I don't mean the rape," she said. "But you paid them back. I mean, had it done. If it weren't for my nosy neighbors, I would kiss you long and hard."

"If you did, you would miss this," I said as the twins ran out of the house. They didn't even try the gate. They threw their suitcases across the fence and gingerly climbed over as if they were trying to protect their rectums. Tossing the suitcases into the back, they jumped into their pickup and sped away as if they had stolen something. We were laughing as we followed them at a safe distance. We watched as they pulled onto the Florida Turnpike headed north. I took Sarah back to the plant to get her car.

Pulling into the plant's parking area, we noticed Lucy's car. I was a little surprised to see it there after seven but was not unhappy to see it. I really didn't want to have sex with Sarah tonight but I suspected that she wanted to show her appreciation. I just wanted to put a little time between the day's events and anything that happened between us in the future. Plus, I had not had any time with Lucy in a while.

"What have you two been up to," Lucy asked accusingly with a smile.

"What would you say if I told you that Sarah and I have been out having wild and passionate sex?" I kidded her.

"I would say great," she said. "Both of you looked like you needed it but it couldn't have been that wild or passionate to be that quick. You haven't been gone two hours."

"What would you say if I told you we had some business to take care of?" I asked.

"I'd believe that quicker," she said. "But would hope that both of you would find that wild and passionate sex you mentioned." She caught herself and added, "I didn't mean together. I meant I just hope you'd find it."

Sarah and I were laughing at Lucy stumbling, trying to get it right. Sarah asked, "Lucy, why are you here so late?"

"I had a rush of customers at closing time," she replied. "Then Beegee Cuningham came in asking about her bill which I couldn't find. Then I thought I'd finish putting these clothes on the conveyer. I clocked out at six fifteen because you had not approved me staying late."

"Sarah, I don't want to get into the decision making process between you and your employees but I think that Lucy is responsible enough to make decisions as whether to stay or not, I said. "Plus, we do want her paid for all her time, don't we?"

"Absolutely," Sarah answered.

"I'll leave you two to work it out," I said. "I've got work to do that I didn't get done today." I left them and went to the office. 

Sarah stopped by the office on her way out. "Thanks again," she said. Her face was filled with emotion. She was smiling as big a smile as I've ever seen on her and tears were welling up in her eyes. She leaned over and kissed me hard enough to hurt my lips and left.

As soon as I heard her car leave, I hurried to the front of the store. Lucy was sitting on the table behind the paneled wall. Her panties were on the floor and she was sitting with her legs lifted and spread. I unbuckled my pants and pushed my pants and shorts toward the floor. My stiff dick was aimed at her sweet tight pussy. Our arms wrapped around each other, our lips and tongues interlocked, and my penis explored the depths of her love hole. It was as if we couldn't get close enough. We didn't pump much. We were grinding our pelvises together at a feverish pace. It wasn't long until I felt the ripples of pleasure moving along the walls of her vagina. Her arms were around my neck and her legs were around my hips. My hands on her ass were pulling her to me. She was barely resting on the table at all. Her body was pulsing in the throes of an orgasm. I joined in her pleasure and began pumping my load of cum deep into her slick tight pussy. It seemed as if our pleasure was going to last for a long time as another orgasm wracked her body.

I caught a motion in my peripheral vision and remembered that I had not locked the back door. A bark rang out and our mutual orgasm came to a stop. A big black retriever was letting us know that he was checking us out. I pulled up my pants and shorts and handed Lucy her panties. 

"Hide these and stay here," I said to Lucy then to the dog I said, "C'mon Boy."

I headed toward the back of the store. After a moment's hesitation, 'Boy' followed me. Just as I reached the back door, Ms. Grindstaff peeped around the edge of the door. "Lost something?" I asked.

"Oh, there you are Prince," said Ms. Grindstaff.

"I've got to tell you that he scared the heck out of me," I said with a laugh. "He nudged me and barked at the same time."

"I apologize but I have to run," she said.

"It's perfectly all right," I replied. "See you soon."

Lucy came back to the office and we fell into the chairs laughing. "I guess that will teach me to lock the door before we go at each other," I said.

"Are you O.K.?" she asked.

"Yeah, how about you?" I asked.

"I think I would have cum all night if we had not been disturbed," she said. "I figured you were O.K. You are still leaking out of me. But before I go, I think I have another sex candidate for you."

"I didn't know that you were looking for sex partners for me," I said.

"I'm not really," she said. "But I think that maybe this one is one that we might be able to share sometime. Let me tell you about her. Her name is Hiromi Suzuki. She's Japanese and is as cute as can be. She works at some tourist company and wants to talk to you about doing some cleaning for her company. She left her number and wants you to call her."

"I'll call her tomorrow," I said.

"Call her tonight," she urged.

Thinking that since it was almost nine she would not be in the office, I called. "Moshi-Moshi," she said.

"Watashi wa Studs desu," I began in Japanese. "Cooper Cleaners shoyu suru. Hajimemashite. Dozo yoroshiku, onegaishimasu. Eigo hanasu, kudasai."

(Translation: I am Studs. I own Cooper Cleaners. I am glad to meet you and ask that you be kind to me. Let's speak English, please.)

"I too am glad to meet you and ask the same honor of you," she said. "You speak Japanese very good,"

"Thank you but you just heard almost all I know." I answered. "I am surprised that you are still in your office."

"I'm not in the office," she explained. "My office phone rings at my home after I leave the office."

"I apologize for calling so late but I understood that you were interested in doing business with my company," I said. "Would you like to meet for lunch to discuss it?"

"No," she said. "I'm sorry I do not have time for lunch but I would very much wish to share a evening meal with you. I could meet you about seven and I like the Outback on Kirkman."

"Good, I'll see you there," I said. "I'll get your description from Lucy. Oyasumi nasai."

"Good night," she said and hung up.

When I hung up, Lucy said, "You never cease to amaze me. You speak Japanese?"

"Very little," I said. "Let's get out of here. I'm getting tired."

"Do you have another minute?" Lucy asked. "If so, will you tell me what you and Sarah were doing today?"

"I was giving her advice as to how to handle her husband and his twin brother." I said.

"You know that she's got the hots for you, don't you?" she asked.

"You want to share her, also?" I laughingly asked.

"Not necessarily," she said. "But it's all right with me if you want to fuck her. I personally think she needs someone like you. She's a good woman and she's still pretty good looking"

"Thanks, you are so kind," I said and we kissed good night.

As I entered my condo, the phone was ringing. I answered and it was Sarah. "Hi there," she said. "I won't take much of your time but I wanted to let you know that when I got home, there was a note and a hundred dollar bill on the kitchen table. It read: 

'We're sorry for what we did to you. When those guys took turns doing it to us, it was pure hell. I didn't know you knew that kind of people. They warned us about what would happen the next time. We're leaving and won't be back to Florida. I'll send money as soon as I have some more.'

"They stopped to eat in Jacksonville and my husband called me from there. He apologized over and over and said that those guys knew people like them all over the USA and if they got word that they had misbehaved or disobeyed them that their friends would do worse to them than they did. He asked me if I would call them off but I just told them that they should have thought about that before they did what they did to me. I told him that I didn't think that that were sorry for doing what did because they did it more than once. In fact, it was getting to be a habit for them and each time they were getting more abusive. I told him that I do believe that they are sorry that I told my friends on them but now it's too late since their names are already out on the network. I thought that little lie would keep them honest."

"Sarah," I said. "There is no way that I can know or understand what you went through. But I do know that for your mental health, you have got to find a way to let this awful thing go. They got what they had coming to them and living in fear will be a greater punishment than what those guys did to them. I'm suggesting that you seek professional help in getting over this thing. I know the insurance will pay part of the cost and I will pick up the difference. Just try it and if you don't think it is helping, we'll quit it and try something else."

"O.K. if you think it is best," she said. "You'll have to help me find someone. Are you coming in to the plant in the morning?"

"No," I answered. "I'm going to be busy most of the day but I'll see you if I can."

When I arrived at the Outback Restaurant at about a quarter to seven, I saw a cute Japanese woman standing on the porch holding a white pager. The Outback does not take reservations but issues pagers on a first-come first-served basis. You turn in your pager before you're seated. As I approached the young Japanese woman that appeared to be no more than eighteen, I said, "Ms. Suzuki?"

She said, "Please call me Hiromi. I hope you are ready to eat. They just paged us to go in.

We were seated and she said, "I don't want to appear forward but I would love a beer. It's been a rough day."

"Two beers," I said to the waitress. "I don't think of beer as a Japanese drink but I suppose sake is a stereotype."

"Japanese beer is excellent," she said. "Two very good ones available in this country are Kirin Ichiban and Asahi."

"I'll have to try them sometime," I said.

"I'll have to see that you do," she replied.

During dinner we discussed how she came to be in the United States and her education. She had a masters in business. I told her that she resembled in size an old girlfriend. She seemed to be pleased when I told her my ex-girlfriend was five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. For a little woman, Hiromi ate a considerable amount of food.

As we were leaving the restaurant Hiromi asked, "Would you like to stop by my place and try an Asahi?"

"I would very much like that." I replied.

She lived in an apartment in the Lake Buena Vista area of Orlando near Disney. The living room had a sofa and chair and a low square table. Her bedroom was more traditionally Japanese. Her bed was a thin futon that lay on the carpet over concrete floor.

She indicated that I should sit on the sofa and she went to the refrigerator to get beers for us. She came back into the living room and sat on the floor next to the table. "I'm thinking of your girlfriend and you," she said. "How tall are you?"

"I'm Six feet tall," I answered.

"How much do you weigh?" she asked.

"About two hundred pounds," I answered.

"You must be huge," she said and I wondered if I was imagining that she was looking at my crotch.

I started to undo my belt as I asked, "Would you like to see how big I am?" 

I continued opening my pants and had my zipper down when she nodded in the affirmative. I pulled down my shorts and my rapidly inflating cock jumped forward. Hiromi gasped and crawled over and knelt between my legs with her palms resting on the tops of my thighs.

"May I touch it?" she asked.

Now it was my turn to nod. Even though her fingers appeared quite long, her hands were very small. She wrapped her tiny hands around my shaft and my cock grew to its maximum proportions. "It is much too large for me but it is most beautiful," she said as she held it against her face and kissed the underside just where the scrotum connects to the shaft. I reached down and picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I don't know what I had in mind because I knew my cock would never fit into this petite Japanese doll. I put her down on her feet next to the futon and began removing her clothes.

"I am not big in bosom like American woman," she said nervously. 

"I know but it isn't size that's important," I said as I took the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head and pulled it off her arms. I saw her perfectly shaped small bronzed breasts for the first time. I sank to my knees and sucked one of her hard brown nipples into my mouth and tortured it with my lips and tongue. She snaked her tiny arms around my head and held me close as moans escaped her throat. After about five minutes I moved to her other breast and started kissing and licking that nubbin. I released her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I pushed her flowered cotton panties down until they joined her skirt.

I laid her on the futon and continued working on her breast. She loosened my shirt and pulled it off. I kissed my way down across her flat stomach to the small patch of wiry black hair. I thought that by the way she was watching me that I may have been the first man to kiss her pussy. The thought crossed my mind that she may be a virgin. I found out minutes later that she was not or at least did not have a hymen. When my lips met her nether lips she started moaning and when my tongue found her tiny hooded clitoris, her body went into motion. She pumped back and forth rubbing her sopping wet pussy on my face. I found her love tunnel with my middle finger and timed my finger fucking to my clit licking. The effect was not lost on Hiromi. I continued eating her pussy until my jaw got tired. After a few minutes I was able to get a second finger into her pussy but it was tight. 

I raised up on my knees and looked at her face. Her features were scrunched up as tight as she could get them. She was saying a whole lot of stuff that I could not understand. I assumed that she had reverted to her native language when she entered into orgasmic bliss. I took a pillow and placed it under her tight butt to raise her little pussy to a level that I might rub my cock on it. I rubbed my cock the length of her crack and was rewarded with a wonderful feeling. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of Hiromi's love hole and gently pushed forward. The helmet popped in and I stopped dead still except for the circular motion of my right thumb on her clit.

Her eyes were wide open and she said, "You're in me. Good. I didn't think that you could get that big thing in me."

I took that as an invitation to continue. Over the period of the next fifteen minutes, I eased forward and retreated then eased forward again. When the head of my dick hit bottom, there was about an inch left out. I gently bumped bottom about three times and let go of my load. As I was pumping my hot creamy cum into the back of her pussy, Hiromi had her biggest orgasm of the evening and I experienced a soul shattering climax starting in my groin traveling up my spine and exploding through all parts of my body. My toes curled and the skin on top of my head was tight. It was a thoroughly marvelous fuck.




Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 5



“That thing you did with your mouth,” Hiromi said. “That was my first time. That was good.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said. “Maybe you’ll let me come back and do it again sometimes.”

“Let you come back?” she laughed. “I’m not going to let you leave.”

We were lying on our sides facing each other. She slipped her arms around me and pulled herself close. My cock was trapped between us and it started to grow a fact that was not wasted on Hiromi. “I don’t think we had better let this big boy back in there again tonight,” she said. “I don’t know you can get hard two times.”

“You’re making it hard,” I said. “But it doesn’t have to go back in tonight. I’m very satisfied.”

“Do you mind if I play with it?” she asked as she slipped her hand down and gently stroked my cock.

Taking my silence as tacit approval, she moved around to get a better angle of attack. She continued to stroke me gently and firmly. She used one hand and then the other and finally both of her tiny hands. She pulled my foreskin back along my cock until it was tight and then forward again. She did not speed up but maintained a slow constant cadence. She leaned over and using her tiny tongue she curled it around the head of my dick and that was all I could take.

“I’m about to cum,” I warned her.

She pulled her head back and watched in awe as I shot several ropes of creamy white cum into the air only to fall back on my stomach and chest. When she was sure that I was through, she went into the bathroom and got a warm wet washcloth and cleaned me. She put on her pajamas and I put on my clothes. She walked me to the door and kissed me.

“If you can I would appreciate it if you could pick up the dry cleaning in the morning,” she said as she handed me her business card.

“Is this your business card?” I asked as I took it using both hands.

“Yes it is,” she replied.

“And this is your address on International Dr?” I inquired.

“Yes and this is my telephone number,” she said point to the phone number on the card. “I see you are quite knowledgeable in Japanese customs and here is an American custom I know.” 

She stood on tiptoes and kissed me while her right hand squeezed my cock. She gently pushed me out of her door and closed it. I drove home with a smile on my face. I didn’t know if Lucy would get her threesome but I knew that I would definitely be back.

The next morning, I went to the plant at about nine and picked up the van to go get the stuff to be cleaned from Hiromi. I don't know what I expected but what I got was a very formal greeting and the entire transaction was very businesslike. It was obvious that Hiromi was in charge by the way that she carried herself and the deference that her employees showed her. The cleaning consisted of the drapes in the offices and a few other odds and ends. When I carried the last load to the van, Hiromi walked out with me.

Hidden from the office personnel by the truck, she said, "I really enjoyed everything last night and would like to see you again. Will you call me?"

"How about dinner Saturday evening at my place? Is seven thirty O.K.?"

Reverting to Japanese she said, "So desu." Which would literally be translated as 'so be it.'

I went back to the plant where Sarah was waiting for me. “So you’ve been out drumming up business, Huh?” she asked. 

“Yeah, this lady called and talked to Lucy the other night and I called her back,” I said. “It won’t mean a lot of business but every little bit counts.”

“Hey, I want to ask you a question,” Sarah said. 

“Let me get this stuff out of the van and come into the office,” I said.

Sarah came into the office and sat in the chair next to the desk. She was studying the floor when she asked, “Are you avoiding me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said. “I thought I was there for you when you told me what happened.”

“You are right and I thank you for that but we haven’t been alone.” She said still looking at the floor.

I got up and went over, locked the office door, and came back to where she was sitting. I took Sarah’s hands and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her deeply and passionately. I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down while guiding her to sit on the edge of the desk. Kneeling, I placed my head between her knees and her thighs parted. I licked her from asshole to clitoris. She moaned and I placed a finger to her lips to shush her. I used my fingers to fuck her while I worked on her clit with my tongue and lips. It didn’t take long before ripples of pleasure began to flow through her pussy. As soon as one climax ended another seemed to start. I counted three before I stood up and dropped my pants..

She was sopping wet and I met little resistance as I plunged my rock hard dick into her. With one plunge I was in to the hilt. I fucked her slowly and purposefully. When I was all the way inside her, I would move to the side a little grinding our pelvises together causing my cock to wallow against her clit. I used my hands to hold onto the soft mounds of her ass as I increased speed and stroke length. Her skirt was gathered around her waist and I could see ripples in the small mound of her stomach as I increased the pressure with which I pumped against her. As I picked up speed, my ass was literally flying as my cock flew in and out of her like a piston in a well-oiled machine. Sarah was lost in an orgasmic fog and was mumbling something quietly when I climaxed and started sending my sperm into her velvet cavern. I looked down and saw my cum mixed with her juices squirting out of her pussy around the sides of my cock.

“I knew when you were ready, you would let me know and you did,” I said to her as I kissed her. I held her until we were back to normal. 

As always, when Sarah came down from her sexual high, she was ready to return to work. She did just that and I left with the intention of going home.

When I left the plant, I drove by the Methodist Church and my mind drifted to the day I delivered the choir robes and Arlene. I saw her car parked there and decided to pay a little visit. It couldn't hurt to keep the acquaintanceship alive. I parked and went to the door I used on my last visit but it was locked. There was a smaller building that ran perpendicular to the church with a door open on the end of the building. I enter the door and saw that it led to a hallway with what appeared to be classrooms on either side of it. I walked down the hall toward a moving shadow. When I stopped in the open doorway where the shadow was coming from, I was surprised to see Arlene totally nude bent over and holding onto the edge of a table. Her huge breasts were hanging down and would bounce forward and back every time the man standing behind her would ram his dick into her waiting pussy. The expression on his face looked rapturous and she looked bored. I think I put her out of her misery when I cleared my throat. He pulled out and she stood up. He looked frightened and she looked amused. He, who I recognized as the church pastor muttered something as he hurriedly, donned his clothes and left. She was smiling from ear-to-ear when as she gave me a hug and a kiss.

“For a woman getting fucked, you sure looked bored,” I said still laughing at the situation.

“Little dicks always bore me,” she said. “Why don’t you use your big cock to get me off. I really need it.”

“I don’t think I could get a hard-on under the circumstances.” I said.

“That’s not what I see,” she said pointing to my crotch.

I looked and saw a raging hard-on tenting my pants. She sat on the edge of the table and raised her legs and I dropped my pants and plunged in. I did not feel secure in the situation and was trying to hurry it along.

Arlene said, “Oh yes, now that’s a cock. Fuck me, baby. That’s it baby. Fill me up.”

She started cumming and I don’t know how but I did too. She slipped off the table and knelt before me. She used her mouth and tongue to clean my cock. I pulled up my pants and she dressed. Fucking two women in less than two hours was taking its toll. I felt the weakness in my legs as we walked down the hall and out to my car.

“The pastor will be calling you about this in a day or so," she said. "Decide what you want from him."

"I don't want anything from him," I said. "It's bad enough that he's got a tiny dick and a fat wife."

"How did you know he had a fat wife," she asked raising her right eyebrow in a quizzical look.

"Just a shot in the dark," I said. "But most pastors do."

I drove home and took a long quiet nap. I woke up to the phone ringing. It was Hiromi. 

"I'm sorry that I will not be able to come to dinner tomorrow night," she said. “I will be out of town but I would like to see you be fore I go. Are you O.K. for tonight? It doesn’t have to be for dinner.”

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s do pot luck. Seven-thirty?”

I asked Cherie to fix some things and put them in the refrigerator to look like leftovers. The reason we had to manufacture leftovers is because we don’t have them. We cook conservatively and if we have a big meal where leftovers would occur, she has them for lunch the next day or takes them home.

Hiromi arrived at seven-fifteen. I gave her a tour and she seemed impressed.

“I didn’t know that you could make so much money in the drycleaning business,” she said. “How much are my drapes going to cost to clean.”

“You’ll be happy to know that I had this apartment before I got into that business.” I said. “So the cost of cleaning your draped do not depend on how high the rent or electric bill is. Enough of that, are you hungry? Would you like to raid the refrigerator?”

We made up plates out of the fake leftovers and took them and a bottle of wine out to the table on the balcony overlooking Lake Ivanhoe. After dinner we move to the loveseat and cuddled while taking in the view. As we sat there, I thought how that every woman is different in size and personality but each woman that I have got to know has something unique about them that is appealing. It was getting difficult to maintain reasonable thought because Hiromi was stroking my cock through my pants. As my cock grew in size, my body redirected the blood flow and my lower head took over the thinking duties, especially when Hiromi unzipped my pants and brought my cock out.

"You are the only American man that I have been with," she said. "And I like it for two reasons. One is that you seem to look for ways to sexually satisfy me and I would be a fool not to like that. Second you have a magnificent penis. When I first saw it, I don't believe that we could sekkusu o suru (have sex), but you took the time to make it happen and for it to be good for me."

"It was also very good for me," I said. "Sex is a unique thing in that the more you give, the more you get. I'm not saying that I would not climax if I just jumped on and pumped to conclusion but the feeling is so greatly enhanced if I know that my partner if getting the greatest pleasure also."

As I was saying this, I was aware that if I allowed Hiromi to continue stroking my cock with her tiny hands, I would soon be enjoying a solo orgasm, which I was not yet ready to do. I kissed Hiromi and gently pressured her to accept my tongue into her mouth. As we were playing dueling-tongues, I unbuttoned her lined silk blouse to find that she was sans bra. I kissed my way down her neck and sucked her right nipple and most of her breast into my mouth. Her body was immediately covered with goose bumps. I sent my left hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thigh on an exploratory mission. My hand discovered that she was also sans panties. When I gently rubbed her pussy, I found that she was very wet.

"Hiromi, are you comfortable here or would you like to go inside?" I asked.

"If this is as private as it seems to be, this is wonderful," she replied breathlessly.

I removed her skirt thinking that Lucy would have fun kidding about stains on this silk garment. I quickly shucked my clothes and urged her to move over to my lap facing me. We were sitting there kissing and the only thing between us was my cock. She adjusted so that she could use her hand to rub the head of my dick up and down the crevice between her pussy lips. Each time my cockhead made contact with her clitoris, she would shutter. She was beginning to shake from passion when she lined up my dick with the entry to her pussy. She slowly inched forward until I barley entered her.

With just the head of my cock inside her, she went into orgasm. She continued to slide toward me as inch by agonizingly slow inch enter her velvet-walled love canal. She had been looking into my eyes with a kind of wild look of passion but when my cock reached bottom, she leaned backward until she was supine on my legs. I could visibly see waves of pleasure pass through her tiny body and she reverted to speaking Japanese. It was all I could do to keep from shooting my load into her. In order to give Hiromi a night to remember I was to pacing myself. Hopefully, it would be one of many such nights.

I massaged her breasts and lowered my hands down across her stomach and I would stroke one finger across her clit. Each time I did this, a new series of orgasms would begin. I kept her in an orgasmic state for about twenty minutes. Even though she had cold chills all over her body, she was sweating profusely. I put my hands under her shoulders and lifted her back to a sitting position with her arms around my neck. She kissed me and then using her legs she started pumping back and forth on my cock. Even though the strokes were no more than one-half to one inch long, it was all it took to bring us to simultaneous orgasm. She leaned forward and rested her head on my chest. She was limp and breathing deeply. I thought she was asleep but when her tight pussy squeezed my deflating dick out, she said, "Uh oh."

I stood up with her still wrapped around my body and carried her to the shower in my bedroom. We soaped each other from head to foot and then enjoyed the full body rinse my shower provided. I toweled her and wrapped her in a one-size-fits-all terrycloth robe for which she proved to be the exception. She put her arms around my neck and I prepared to be kissed. But instead, she lifted herself off the floor and placed her legs around my waist. I placed my hands under her tight butt and carried her into the living room where I deposited her on the sofa. I went into the kitchen and opened a couple of beers. I placed two bottles of beer and two frosted mugs on a silver tray and returned to Hiromi.

When she noticed that I was serving Asahi beer and was pouring it into an iced Asahi inscribed mug she said, "You never quit, do you?"

"I try not to," I replied.

As we sipped our Asahi, I thought that the symbolism was perfect. You see, in Japanese asahi means rising sun. I was in hope that the sun was rising on this relationship.



Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 6



I was standing at the bottom of the escalator next to the baggage carousels on the second level of the Orlando International Airport waiting for the passengers to come down for their luggage. Of course, I was waiting for one passenger in particular, Hiromi Suzuki. She was returning from Japan. Her flight had landed in Washington, DC and had gone through customs there. I was sure that I could easily spot her as she descended the escalator but I soon realized that it would not be so easy. There were about three hundred Japanese on that United Airlines flight. They scurried down the escalator joining with several tour guides holding signs for their respective tour companies. I had missed Hiromi.

"Studsan!" I turned to see Hiromi running toward me. Before I was quite ready, she left the floor and her arms were locked around my neck and her short legs were locked around my waist. She kissed all over my face until she finally landed on my lips. The kiss that resulted was one that I felt throughout my body, especially in my groin. She slowly slid her body down mine with her silk covered pussy sliding over my rock hard cock. She said, "Oh, I see you missed me, too."

"I surely did," I said. "Let's get your luggage."

I loaded her luggage onto a SmartCart and wheeled it down to the "moving sidewalk" that led to the parking garage. I loaded her luggage into my SUV and helped her into the passenger seat. As soon as we paid our way out of the parking garage and headed down Boggy Creek Road to the Greeneway on our way to Lake Buena Vista and Hiromi's apartment, Hiromi leaned over to me and freed my cock.

"I had a good time at home but I missed you," she said as she slowly stroked my cock. "I dreamed about your cock and how good it felt inside me."

She took the head of my dick into her mouth and twirled her tiny tongue around the helmet sending electrical charges throughout my body. She couldn't get very much of my cock into her mouth but she was doing a great job on what she was working on. I was glad that I had e-pass so that I did not have to stop at the tollbooth. I didn't want her to stop what she was doing so well.

"I'm about to cum," I warned her but she only picked up pace. I began shooting ropes of creamy cum into her mouth and she began swallowing. She timed her swallowing almost perfectly with my ejaculations so that my cum was almost shooting straight into her throat. She took all but a small amount that leaked out of the corners of her mouth but she captured the escaping cum with her tongue. She cleaned my deflating member with her mouth and put it back in my pants. For safety reasons, I would not recommend cumming at seventy miles-an-hour; however, the combination of getting a blowjob and speeding down the expressway heightened the excitement of the orgasmic experience.

We drove silently the rest of the way to her apartment complex. It was not so much that we had nothing to say as it was that I was in a post-orgasmic and she was smiling the smile of a job well done. As soon as we put the last of her luggage in her third-story apartment, she handed me an Asahi from the fridge and excused herself. I sat on the sofa and soon heard the water from her shower. I undressed and carried the beer into her bedroom. I lay down on her futon and pulled the sheet over my hips. Soon she emerged from the bathroom wearing a flowered robe. When she saw me lying on her bed she smiled widely. She dropped the robe and lay down beside me.

"I want us to make love together," she said. "But first I need for you to hold me and let me feel you next to me. O.K.?"

She moved her body close to me and when she felt my hard cock pressing against her stomach, she moved into a position that allowed my dick to lay between her thighs so that it was nestled between the outer lips of her tiny pussy. We lay there holding each other with her head resting on my chest. I thought she had gone to sleep until I felt the slight movement of her hips. She was ever so gently rubbing her wet pussy crack along the length of my cock. The movement was slight but the rhythmic motion felt wonderful. She held me tighter as she increased the speed and intensity of her movements. She was rubbing her clit on the top of my cock and at the same time she was massaging my cock with her pussy lips. I moved my free hand down to her tight ass and began stroking her. I felt the first waves of pleasure roll through her body and I started pumping my dick back and forth.

She was seemingly in total sexual abandon when she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her tiny pussy and pushed forward. As my dick slit slowly into her tight, well lubricated pussy, it was all I could do to keep from cumming but I held on as she continued to push her velvet love tunnel over my cock. When it was all the way inside her, she started the same slow, rhythmic move as she did before but now I was inside her and could feel the pulsing of her pussy walls as they milked my cock. I had both of my hands on her smooth ass pulling her to me. 

Her head was going from side to side and she had her face scrunched up tight. Looking at the union of our bodies, I could see the waves of pleasure rolling through her stomach. Suddenly she said something in Japanese that I didn't understand and leaned forward to lay her trembling body on mine. Until now, she had done most of the work but now I took over and started pumping my cock in and out of her. Minutes later, I exploded and pumped my cum deep inside her. When Hiromi felt the hot liquid deep within her pussy, she began orgasming anew. I held her close to me and let her fly into the orgasmic bliss.

When we came down, I realized that the pulsing of her tight pussy had kept my dick hard. Staying united, I rolled us over until we were in the missionary position. I slowly started pumping in and out with a very sensitive cock. Hiromi's eyes open wide and she looked at me quizzically.

"You not satisfied?" she asked.

"Very much so," I answered. "I just wanted to make sure you were."

"If you have enough, let's save some for later," she said. "I don't think my body could not take some more right now."

I was not unhappy to hear that. I lay down beside Hiromi and held her as we took a short nap. I nodded off thinking of how lucky I was to have met Hiromi. She gave the impression of being such a sweet, innocent, young woman yet in sexual matters, anything goes. When we awoke, we showered and I left her with the task of unpacking. Since it was close to closing time at the cleaners, I thought I would stop by.

I parked on the street in front of the plant and prepared to enter through the front door. With the intention of surprising Lucy, I carefully stepped over the electronic beam that would have triggered the customer alarm if broken. It was I who was surprised. When I walked around the paneled wall that divided the customer area from the work area, I found Lucy locked in an embrace with Pam. They were lost in a passionate kiss. They were breathing heavily as their tongues dueled. Pam's right hand was caressing Lucy's left breast and her thumb was flicking Lucy's hard nipple through the fabric of her polyester blouse. Lucy's right hand was holding onto Pam's butt cheek as they ground their mons de Venuses together.

"I just can't leave you alone at all, can I?" I said laughingly.

Lucy and Pam jumped apart and had the look of two little girls who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar and, I guess, in a way, they were.

Pam was the first to speak, "Ray is up the street at the bar getting sloshed so I came down to invite you two over to the house for a little fun tonight." 

"It looked to me as if the fun started without me," I teased. 

"I'm sorry but we just kind of got carried away," Lucy explained.

I put my arms around them and said, "I'm glad that you two can enjoy one another but next time, lock the doors first. If a customer walked in on you, they might not be so understanding. Of course it might be Mr. Jenkins and he'd want to join you."

I picked the one customer that both Lucy and Sarah had said gave them the creeps. "Point well taken," said Lucy. "But how about tonight?"

"I've got a meeting," I lied when in truth, I just wasn't ready to have sex yet. "Why don't you go ahead?" I asked. "It would appear that you two could have some fun and I would enjoy hearing about it later on."

"If you don't mind, I think I will," said Lucy. "Did you close the deal with that Japanese firm?"

"I'm still working on it," I replied. 

Lucy brought back to mind that she wanted to share Hiromi. I wasn't sure that I wanted to share Hiromi even though sharing Pam and Beegee with Lucy had been a lot of fun. Suddenly, I had a desire to be alone with Lucy. Ever since the night we made love on the hotel blankets on the plant floor, I had a sort of teacher relationship with her. She progressed to the point of picking out women for us to share and tonight she is planning to have her first solo pseudo-lesbian adventure. I didn't know if it was jealousy or pride but I wanted her.

While pondering these thoughts, I had gone to the office and was about to sit at the desk when I decided to go back out to speak with Lucy. When I reached the office door, Lucy was about ten feet away. She was walking alone toward the back. 

"Where's Pam?" I asked.

"She went back to the bar with Ray," she replied. "She said he probably had about an half hour before he reached his limit or the bartender reached his."

"Why don't you lock the back door and come into the office for a minute?" I asked.

When Lucy came into the office, I was sitting on the edge of the desk. She moved toward me and it was as if she didn't stop when she reached me. Her arms were wrapped around me and we were kissing passionately immediately. Our tongues were dancing, our bodies were pressed together, and our hands were exploring.

"I enjoy messing around with another women but it's so much better when you're there," she whispered. "Like earlier, I was getting turned on by Pam but I really got turned on when you showed up."

I took her hand and placed it on my cock. "You just like this," I said.

"That is the truth," she replied. "Pam and Beegee can lick my pussy all day long and I like it but they can't do for me what you and your dick can do. Do you have time to give me some of it now? I'd like to take a little of you with me when I meet Pam later."

We quickly undressed and I sat her little butt on the edge of the desk. As I leaned her backward, her legs came up and around me. I stepped closer and my cock was laying in her pussy crack. I rubbed the underside of my cock along her wet pussy and brought it back until the purple helmet was at the entrance of her tight pussy. I noticed that her juices were running down the crack of her ass. I slid my cockhead down the crack of her ass until it was slightly pressing against her rosy sphincter.

"If you like this cock so much, maybe I ought to put it in here," I said.

"I'm ready for you to teach me that lesson when you are ready," she said.

"That will be soon but not tonight," I said as I moved my cock back to her pussy and slowly pressed forward. My cock found it's way into her tight velvety love tunnel. I push myself into her until I had no more to put in. 

Lucy looked up into my eyes and said, "I do dearly love your cock and especially when it is deep inside me. Fuck me! I don't want to make love. I want you to fuck me with that beautiful dick of yours. Fuck my little pussy."

I had never heard her talk dirty and it was turning me on. I slid my cock in and out and was picking up speed as I went. I stopped long enough to turn Lucy over so that she was standing barefooted on the floor and leaning forward with her hands on the desk. I inserted my dick into her waiting cunt from behind and continued fucking. I reached her with my left hand and rubbed her clit. I wet the forefinger of my right hand with my saliva and pressed it into her asshole. No sooner was my finger in her ass that she started cumming. At first she start trembling and I felt the pulsing of her pussy walls along the length of my cock. As she reach the acme of her passion, her legs became weak and I was holding her up with my cock and the finger up her ass. 

She leaned further forward, resting her upper body weight on her elbows. I was getting serious with my dick literally flying in and out of her pussy and my forefinger flying in and out of her ass. Lucy was moaning, lost in the throes of a full-blown orgasm. I was only seconds behind her.

"Well, isn't this a pretty picture?" I turned to see Sarah standing in the office doorway. "I wondered what you two were doing here after the plant was closed and locked up."

Outwardly, Sarah looked shocked and pissed. But somewhere in her eyes I thought I might have seen a wisp of desire. Assuming that I was the only one providing her sexual release, I knew that it had been a while since we fucked. I decided to play the only card I had. I pulled my stiff cock out of Lucy who was looking very caught and moved toward Sarah. 

"Hi Sarah," I said as I noticed that she was looking at my twitching cock. "Believe it or not, I was just thinking about you."

I put my arms around her and was moving my lips toward her's. "Do you think that you can pull you dick out of Lucy's pussy and prance over here and kiss me?" Sarah said as she pulled her head back but only slightly. 

"Oh Sarah, don't be mad," I said. "We were only having a little fun." 

Keeping my hands on her waist, I moved around behind her and stood close to her, resting my cock in the crack of her ass. She was wearing a loose-fitting skirt so my cock could nestle between her cheeks. A very frightened-looking Lucy was watching my every move. I nodded for her to join us and knowingly she came over to us. Sarah was very conservatively dressed. She looked as if she had just left church. She may have been praying a little earlier but now she was standing between a nude man and woman both with the ability and desire to answer her prayers. Lucy reached out and placed her hands on Sarah's breasts.

"Take you hands off of me," Sarah exclaimed. "I don't do weird things with women."

She talked as if she meant it but she did not do anything to stop Lucy from fondling her breast. I nodded negatively to Lucy and she continued to play with Sarah's breasts and started tweaking her nipples. I moved my right hand down to Sarah's crotch and rubbed her pussy through her dress. I felt Lucy's wet pussy on the back of my hand as she moved closer to Sarah and started planting soft kisses on her face. The only sounds I heard were the sounds of Lucy and I breathing and I though that I maybe heard a very soft low moan from Sarah. I reached down and put my hand under the hem of Sarah's dress and slid my hand slowly up her leg. When I reached her upper thigh, I felt Sarah shift giving me free access to her sopping wet pussy. Her juices had soaked through her panties and pantyhose and had wet an area six inches or so down her legs. I knew we had her then.

I stood up and undid the snap at the back of Sarah's collar and unzipped her dress. The dress fell to the floor as I moved to unsnap her bra. No sooner had the bra fell away from her freckled breast until Lucy's lips captured a nipple and sucked it into her mouth. There was no mistaking Sarah's moan now. As Lucy was torturing her nipples, I was removing Sarah's remaining garments. When Sarah was nude, I stepped up close behind her and slid the head of my dick through the wet valley between her pussy lips. I bent my knees far enough to insert my cock into her pussy. Sarah gasped when I filled her with one plunge. 

A couple of minutes later, I felt Lucy's tongue on my balls. I knew that in my present state of horniness that I could not last very long with her tongue playing games with my balls so I reached around and opened Sarah's pussy lips hoping to direct Lucy's attention there. I knew that Lucy's tongue had found Sarah's clit when Sarah's body began to tremble and she started making those Uh, Uh, Uh sounds. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, I wet my finger and slid it into Sarah's butt. A few short minutes later, Sarah was enjoying her first orgasm partially induced by a woman. Her legs became weak and I was all but holding her up be her breasts. When I started cumming, I took my finger out of her ass and held her by her hips. My legs gave way and I involuntarily sat on the floor with a plop. 

I was sitting on the floor and Sarah was sitting on my lap with my cock squirting cum deep into her pussy. Sarah's body was convulsing with waves of pleasure as Lucy continued to lick and suck her clitoris as well as the cum and pussy juices that were escaping from Sara's pussy around my deflating cock. We stayed in this position for several minutes.

"Well, isn't this a pretty picture?" I asked imitating Sarah when she caught us earlier. 

We all laughed. "It surely is one of the prettiest pictures that I have ever seen," Sarah said as she turned to kiss me. 

Momentarily Lucy joined us in a three-way kiss. We were sucking each other's tongues. I pulled away and guided Sarah and Lucy together. I knew that no matter whatever happened, our lives were changed forever as we forged a new relationship. We got dressed and I invited them up to my place for the night. 

"I need to go home and think," Sarah said. "Plus, I have to get up and be here early in the morning."

Thanks for asking but I'm going to meet a girlfriend," Lucy said but as she saw the look on Sarah's face, she added, "No, just a girlfriend. I can see how you might be confused by my actions tonight but I'm really into men."

We took turns kissing each other good night. I kissed Sarah then turned to Lucy. It was Sarah who initiated a lip-to-lip tongue-to-tongue good night kiss with Lucy. That led Lucy and I to believe that Sarah really enjoyed our impromptu threesome.

Soon after I arrived home, Sarah called. "I've been thinking about what we did tonight," she began. "First of all I can honestly tell you that I really enjoyed what Lucy did to me tonight but I have always thought that I couldn't ever do anything sexual with a woman. What confuses me even more is that I also enjoyed the things you did. Am I a lesbian or not?" 

"No, you're not a lesbian." I replied. "Tonight you just found out that your sexual spectrum was wider than you knew. You experienced pleasure from Lucy and I. It may never happen again or it may happen tomorrow. Why do you need a label?"

"Is Lucy a lesbian?" she asked.

"No more that you are." I replied. "Remember what we were doing when you came into the office?"

"You were fucking her from the back and had your finger up her ass," she said 

"By the way, I liked that when you did it to me," she said. "I mean the finger and all. Do you think that you could fuck me there some day?"

"If you like." I said. "It's not my favorite thing but if you want me to do it I will."

"I've got to go," she said, "I'm trying not to masturbate and I'm getting all horny talking to you. Goodnight."

"Bye," I replied. I couldn’t help but think that when I bought the cleaners, Sarah wouldn’t even talk about sex and now, she is asking me to fuck her in the ass.

About midnight when I was preparing to turn in, Lucy called. "I'm going to tell you that I'm not going to see her again without you."

"What happened?" I asked. "Didn’t you have a good time?"

"Lets say that I had a better time with you and Sarah," she said. "Oh, I had an orgasm with Pam but it wasn't the same. It's just better when you're there."

"Well, next time I'll try to make it," I said. "I'm sorry that you didn't have a good time."

"When we got there, Pam and I half-carried and half-dragged Ray up the stairs to bed and undressed him. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his tiny penis. Pam told me that if I thought that it was pathetic soft to play with it. I took it between my thumb and index finger and massaged it. When it got hard, it was smaller than my pinkie. Pam urged me to jack him off and when he came, maybe three drops of cum leaked out. 




Adventures of a Drycleaner Ch. 6



"Pam and I went downstairs, got a drink and went to one of the guest bedrooms. We sucked and licked each other's boobs and pussy. She is especially good at licking pussy but I need a dick to go along with it. Don't get me wrong, we both came and I came hard but I missed having you there."

"I'll try to be there next time," I said. "What did you think about Sarah and us>"

"I liked that," she said. "She's hot for an older woman. When she came, it was hard to hold on. She was shaking and jerking so much. When we all fell down, you should have seen the look on her face. I think she got a thrill out of the fall driving your cock all the way up into her pussy. I was surprised when she tongue-kissed me goodnight."

"It did feel pretty good," I said. "Would you like to do it again?"

"The sex or the kiss?" she asked but continued. "I'd like either one or both everyday as long as you're there."

"We will have to do it again sometime," I said. "Well now that I'm all horny again, maybe it's time to go to bed."

"Stroke it gently for me," she said. "Bye."

I lay there thinking about all the nice people that I knew especially the women. I went to sleep and had sexy dreams all night.