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Service with a Smile Ch. 02

By: HarveyMarcus



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. The first visit surprised Mr. Marcus, who got a good look at Inga in her undies as she cleaned out an attic room. However, Inga saw Mr. Marcus watching a porn tape and found his stash of adult magazines. Did Inga tell anyone what she saw? And where might Inga's visits and continued exposure lead? If Inga was a service station, would Mr. Marcus fill 'er up?

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I choked on Harriett's first words after getting home from her latest business trip. "You didn't take advantage of that sweet girl, did you?"

Did Harriett suspect something? I never laid a hand on Inga despite her prancing around in her underwear. "What do you mean?"

"Her ministry is only one hour a week. I didn't invite her to cook and clean for you all afternoon."

"I didn't give her household chores." Nor any personal sexual ones. Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind. But I was being good, for a change.

"Good. I expect you to keep the house in order while I'm away. You know how I need for the house to be kept tidy."

But who would care for my physical needs? Not Harriett. Never Harriett. One of these days, when Zenellis sends me my first royalty check and I'm financially independent, maybe I'll leave Harriett and her frozen demeanor towards sex.

After a quick twenty-four visit that was a living hell compared to the four days when she was absent, Harriett flew off again. These business jaunts were giving her great pleasure and adding more than a few bucks to the household stash. I counted the days until Inga's next visit. It was difficult, deciding between my normal daily masturbation or saving myself. Hell, there wasn't any promise that I'd get into Inga's panties, pussycat decorations or not. I settled on jerking off every other day, as a compromise, careful to put my source material away.

Finally, the day. The doorbell rang twenty minutes early. Was Inga as anxious to be together as I was? Peeping through the glass pane, it wasn't her. An Avon woman, perhaps? Her make-up and decorum were high class and precise. Under other circumstances, I'd let her in and let her do her spiel. Who knows? Maybe she's selling women's lingerie and would be willing to model the latest nighty fashions? I opened the door and smiled warmly. "I'm sorry. The lady of the house isn't here. If you'd like to come back some other time-"

She stuck out her hand. "I'm Inga's mother. May I come in? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you."

Damn! Inga ratted me out. The porn film, the magazines! But I never touched her, not once! Well, there was that hug in the bathroom when I wrapped her in a towel, but that was harmless. 

I extended my hand to shake. Her grip was firm. I had the fleeting thought about how her grip would feel around my dick. Damn, my mind slips into the gutter so easily.

"Can I get you something to drink, Ms-?"

"Doctor. Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz. A glass of water, if you please."

"What kind of doctor are you?"

"I'm a practicing psychotherapist."

Practice is supposed to make perfect, but I didn't know a psychotherapist from a psychiatrist from a psychologist. No reason to display my ignorance. "Oh."

Dr. Crumholtz parked herself on the couch. As I walked behind her, she opened her coat and struggled to get her arms out of the sleeves. She wore a boat neck blouse, where the boat was the Queen Mary. The front scoop collar hung loose. When she bent forward to extract her arm from a sleeve, I got a great view of cleavage and uplifted breasts, probably from one of those Wunderbras. She had measurements Inga could strive for, as she got older. The good doctor glanced up, caught my stare, and hugged the material to her chest.

I hurried into the kitchen, embarrassed at having been caught. I took a deep breath, brought out the glass of cold tap water and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She was still holding the front of her blouse close. I'd spooked her good, having come to lecture me about corrupting her daughter. Now she was armed with evidence of lascivious behavior.

Since she had taken a place in the center of the couch, I was forced to select one of the facing chairs. "It's nice to meet you." I folded my hands in my lap. No reason to show a partial erection to this stranger.

"Inga spoke to me about your fixation with large breasts."

Doc doesn't beat around the bush, and Inga has a big mouth! The paused porn film with breasts filling the screen. My Juggs magazines, hidden upstairs in the attic. My comments about checking one's self for lumps. A natural conclusion, I guess. Oh, and then I take advantage of a tit shot down her mother's blouse. Nice work, Harvey. I could claim this was all a mistake, but then what? 'I'm not interested in large breasts.' And she replies, 'Oh, then you like Inga's smaller ones perhaps?' This was a no win. Time to take my lumps and hope Harriett doesn't get word. "I'm sorry Inga was exposed to that." I was careful not to apologize for doing it, just that Inga saw it. After all, a man's castle is his masterbatorium.

"I'm quite disturbed, after all of the background checks I'd performed, that this would come out." She wrung her hands. "After all, I can't have my daughter in jeopardy from perverts or psychopaths."

Background checks? And I passed? Was she more upset at what Inga saw, or that her checking was deficient? "I assure you, I pose no threat to your daughter."

"It's too late to request an alternative family, and with your wife traveling, I believe we're stuck with you. However, I'd like to offer you free counseling, to assist you with your problem," she continued.

That's a switch. No harassment, no lecture, just an offer to cure me. Who says I want to be cured? And anyway, I don't have a large breast fixation. I like all sizes. "And how would you do that?" I asked.

"Counseling sessions at my office. No charge, as I said."

"It's a kind offer," I replied. No way was I going to get analyzed about a fictitious sex problem. "Let me think about it."

Her voice sounded like a military command. "My office, tomorrow, at 4:30. Or, I'll inform Harriett."

Damn! Okay, so this would be my penance for getting caught with my pants down. "I'll be there."

She reached for the glass, holding her blouse from sagging, and took a large sip of water.

The doorbell rang. The doc stood and went to answer it. I didn't complain, since I was sure who it was.

Inga stood in the doorway, again in her blazer/blouse/skirt/stockings uniform. She held a garment bag in one hand, a small duffel in the other. "Mama! What are you doing here?" The two females hugged.

I was jealous. Inga never hugged me. Neither did her mother, just a handshake.

"Just stopping by for a chat with Mr. Marcus about your ministry." Doc kissed the top of Inga's head. "He had nothing but positive things to report." 

Yes, about how perky her tits looked before I wrapped her in a towel, and how her round and firm ass filled out her panties. "You're doing a great job," I said. "I told your mother to be proud."

She pranced past both of us. "Hello, Mr. Marcus." 

"Moving in?" I quipped. I knew just what bed I'd offer her - mine.

"Don't forget, I'll be by to pick you up today," said Doc.

Inga waved the clothing bag as she jogged up the stairs. "I didn't forget. See, my change of clothes."

I prevented myself from turning to watch Inga's skirt wave as she ascended the stairs, so I missed her unblemished thighs.

"I'll see you soon, Mr. Marcus," said Stephanie.

I'd been warned. Show up tomorrow, or face a top-to-bottom search of my house for my porno collections, plus whatever penalty Harriett chose to apply. There was something missing. A warning, 'Stay away from my daughter!' or something similar. Perhaps she thought my fixation with big tits made her daughter safe from my advances. Shows that someone with a doctorate doesn't know everything. 

I held Stephanie's coat while she pushed her arms into the sleeves. She stepped past me onto the stoop, and then paused. "Of course, it goes without saying, that you'll keep your hands off Inga."

I nodded vigorously and held up the Boy Scout three fingers. She probably took it as swearing a promise. I meant 'read between the lines, sister.'

Inga had put her clothing and tote bags upstairs and was already coming down, panties flashing as she lifted her knees high. No pussycat today, merely pink flowers. "I got an IM from Mrs. Marcus."

So, Harriett was IMing now? "What did she have to say?"

"She's fine, and she wants the pantry cleaned, top to bottom," Inga said.

Taking the pantry apart and putting it back together, ignoring the cleaning in-between, was a Herculean job, not a one-hour quickie. Harriett was being unreasonable, after just advising me not to take advantage of Inga's ministry. What the hell was Harriett doing, suggesting this chore? "You'll never finish that in an hour."

"Not even if you help?" One finger dangled dangerously from Inga's lower lip.

Work in close proximity to a nubile young woman in bra and panties? Sign me up. Way up. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Nope."

"Then we'll start today and I'll finish it tomorrow," she replied.

"I thought you could only do one hour a week." Did I have it wrong?

"One of my other families is on vacation, so I have the time. It's okay, isn't it, me coming here tomorrow?"

As far as I was concerned, Inga could move in. Even share my bed. She was so nice to look at, and certainly nicer to touch. If I ever took the opportunity. Which I wouldn't. Not with her mother breathing down my neck with threats to expose me. "Sure."

Inga disappeared into the pantry, a narrow room paralleling one wall of the kitchen. For storing all of the canned goods, dry goods, excess pots, pans and bowls, not to mention infrequently used appliances, the "alley" was a welcome feature. The aisle was just wide enough for a ladder, which was always necessary for reaching the upper shelves. On several occasions, Annie and I had both been searching for food items in the cramped space, and needed to slip past each other. Those were the first times I'd felt Annie's breasts or ass rub against me. Funny how memories flash back.

I cleared off both the kitchen and dining room tables, to make room for everything that would be removed before cleaning. By the time I got to the pantry door, Inga was already down to bra and panties. Damn, I missed the striptease.

I sat in a kitchen chair, watching Inga parade by with canned goods, boxes, bags and appliances. Every time, she'd flash a smile. I'd smile back, then stare at her ass as she returned to her chore.

"You seem so comfortable, walking around like that," I said.

Inga carried an armful of cereal boxes. "What? You mean in my undies? This is nothing. My whole family walks around naked most of the time. Mama says it's mentally healthy."

I tried to picture Doc naked, with some difficulty. How did Mr. Crumholtz keep from wagging an erection in front of his wife and daughter? Maybe he didn't, and Inga was used to seeing a man with an erection.

She put the boxes on the nearby table. Inga continued, "Back where we came from, lots of families practiced nudity, except when it got too cold."

"Where was that?" Sweden? Norway?

"Ohio." She turned to fetch another load.

Next time I'm in Sandusky, I'll have to check out the neighborhoods more carefully.

How long could I just sit there, watching this barely covered nymph? When she put down the bulk food containers, her bra sagged, exposing the soft curve between her breasts.

It took more than half an hour, closer to forty-five minutes, for Inga to clear all but the top shelf.

"Those things up top look heavy. Can you give me a hand?" she asked.

I'd wanted to give her something all afternoon, but not a hand. "Okay."

"You should take your shirt and pants off, to keep them from getting dirty," Inga suggested.

Did I want my blossoming erection tenting my jockeys to be exposed? Not when Little Blabbermouth tells her mother everything that goes on in my house. "No thanks."

For the highest shelf, someone would have to climb our ladder to fetch the top items, large boxes and bags. "Do you want me to get them?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm fine."

That was certainly true. Inga climbed high on the ladder, to wrestle a bag of flour. God, what a beautiful ass! I closed my eyes and daydreamed of Inga, on all fours, legs spread, giving me a clear view of -.

"Mr. Marcus!"

Huh? Damn! In my reverie, I'd leaned forward, my noise poking one of her buttocks.

"You almost pushed me over." The large sack filled her arms.

"Sorry."

She bent to hand me the flour without descending. The weight nearly toppled her from the ladder. She tried to hang on, while I grabbed at the falling bag. With a whoosh, white powder exploded, coating everything in sight. Inga looked like an angel more than ever.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"That's okay. Harriett doesn't bake anyway."

That brought a smile back to her face. "We should take a shower."

Was she suggesting a joint bathing? I wasn't sure I could get through that experience without violating her mother's "No touch" rule. "Before we track this all over the house, we need to brush off the excess. No reason to clog the pipes."

I tiptoed through the kitchen to the garage. Inga followed. I had a shop vacuum that would suck the powder off us. I threw an old drop cloth on the floor. "Stand still."

Inga stood with perfect posture. That put her shoulder back, emphasizing her perky chest and rounded butt. I turned on the vacuum and ran the open end of the plastic hose above her. Her hair stood up as the machine inhaled flour from her head. I made sure to keep the nozzle a few inches away. After her shoulders, it was time for the tricky issue of navigating across her chest. I was surprised when the bra held against the pull of the machine. I'd envisioned her bra getting sucked in, and then where would we be? Well, she'd be naked on top for one thing. Two things, actually.

"I think I got some inside," Inga said. Without hesitation, she reached up, undid the front latch and pulled the bra off. 

My eyes were saucers as I viewed her teacup-sized breasts. Sure enough, there was caked white powder forming crescents above them. Damn, and her naked breasts were capped with inverted nipples. I'd never seen innies before. I stood, frozen.

Inga guided the nozzle to her chest, and the white streaks vanished. The nozzle slipped from my grip as she moved it, clamping onto one of her breasts. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooooh!"

I pulled it back, but not before I saw Inga's expression adopt a far away look. Uh oh! The vacuum sucking on her tit had pulled her nipple out. A very suckable nipple at that. Best to get the remainder done and send her off to the shower. Inga had the nozzle on her other breast before I could react.

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" Now both nipples pointed outward, demanding attention. I ignored their pleas.

She remained standing, but less erect, while I did her back and stomach. Now I was at danger zone two. "Maybe if you just -"

Inga pulled the waistband of her panties forward, and then jammed the nozzle in, directing it up and down. She was masturbating with the suction!

This was better than her demanding that I do something to get her off, so I let go and stood back, allowing her pleasure herself. Her panties had slipped from her hips, and stalled at upper thigh. With two hands and bent knees, Inga slid the nozzle up and down inches from her pussy. Her pubic hair stood at attention. My dick joined them, but my jockey's held. She moaned and coughed, then let the vacuum hose drop. She grabbed a shelving unit to steady herself. The vacuum hose snaked around at our feet until I killed the power. She looked up with new eyes, demanding eyes. She'd tasted an appetizer of sexual arousal. I'd be damned, literally, if I delivered the main course.

"What just happened?" she asked.

"You got excited," I said. "Haven't you ever done anything with yourself, before, I mean?" Her panties were still at half mast. 

She shook her head. "Was that sex?"

"Sort of. Personal sex, the kind one does for themselves, usually alone."

"Is that why do you have all those magazines? The ones with pictures of women with large breasts? And that movie?"

I never thought of Inga as stupid. My copies of Juggs, the ones with small hand prints in the accumulated dust, were on the top of the stack. "Uh huh. And now your mother thinks I'm a pervert that needs to be cured. Speaking of which, hasn't she ever had a birds and bees discussion with you?"

"No. When I ask her about stuff like that, she changes the subject. I learned everything I know from my friend Norma."

I wondered where Norma got her education, but didn't ask. "Why don't you go take a shower? You're going out tonight, remember?"

"We've got time. I want to do you." Inga stroked the hose.

She doesn't mean what she's saying, I told myself.

"You can't vacuum yourself off," she explained.

"Okay, go ahead."

Inga turned on the vacuum and pointed the hose at me. "Take your shirt off and kneel down."

She'd ignored her panties, which were now bunched at her ankles. With her next move, she stepped out of them. On my knees, I was face high with her belly, and the promise just below.

Inga giggled as she sucked the flour from my head. She must have been witnessing my hair, standing up. She passed the hose over my neck, shoulders, and back. "Stand up." 

Was it obvious that my penis was doing the same thing?

"Take off your trousers." 

I hesitated. "If I do this, you can't tell your mother."

Inga's face flushed. "I'm sorry, but I tell Mama everything. She says no secrets is the best policy."

I folded my arms across my chest. "Then go take your shower. I'll clean myself off." My slacks were dusty, but there was no way any flour had made it past my belt and the elastic of my jockeys.

Inga stood, motionless. Her eyes were on my crotch. "What's that?"

The bulge in my pants was obvious. Didn't she know? "You said your family practices nudity. Haven't you ever seen your father, uh, excited?"

She shook her head. "Show me."

This was a moment of truth. Expose myself to this young woman? She stood naked before me, holding the vacuum nozzle, a distinct phallic symbol.

"Only if this is between the two of us," I demanded. If we were about to walk the slippery slope, and I hoped we would, then Dr. Crumholtz could know nothing of it.

"I don't tell Mama about my talks with Norma." She paused to consider her decision. "Okay, I won't tell."

I unzipped my pants and tossed them to the side. I took a deep breath and dropped my jockeys.

She pointed at my erection. "Your plumbing is sticking up!"

No one had ever called it that, not even my pediatrician. I would have remembered. Although, in college, fucking a coed was sometimes referred to as 'cleaning one's pipes.' "It's my penis."


Service with a Smile Ch. 02



"Dada's just hangs there, kind of small. Why is yours all hard and red?" she asked.

Do I tell her the truth? After all, that is her mother's rule. "I have an erection because I'm physically attracted to you."

Inga giggled. "Don't be silly. I don't have big breasts." She stuck out the ones she had. It took all of my willpower not to step forward and palm them, suck her nipples, grind my erection between her legs -. Whoa! Inga had turned on the vacuum and stuck the end of the hose over my erection. My dick and one ball were sucked in. Without airflow, the vacuum whine got louder. Inga pulled the hose back. My prick danced, banging against the sides. It was heavenly painful. My dick felt like it was ready to burst. Did this vixen know what she was doing, or was this dumb luck? I pulled the hose back. My dick was steel, and for the first time in my life, too hard to cum.

"You got even bigger!" she whispered.

"Okay, I'm dusted. Now will you take your shower?"

"Sure thing." Inga opened the door to the kitchen. We'd forgotten the mess in the pantry, flour all over the shelves and floor. "Why don't you take your shower first, while I clean this up?"

"Sounds good to me." I could take a quick one and leave plenty of hot water for Inga.

I tiptoed into the downstairs bathroom, stepped into the shower and relaxed under the soothing warm spray. My prick, however, was on fire, brutalized by the hosing Inga had subjected it to. With a bit of soap, my hand slipped easily back and forth. The self-stimulation was calming, yet exciting, as immediate memories of Inga's naked body haunted me. The only way for me to get my erection down was to cum, so I closed my eyes and concentrated. Tea-cup sized breasts, with pop-out nipples. My tongue savoring them, licking them, treating them to a saliva bath. My hands on her ass, drawing her hips closer, my dick rubbing between her thighs, bouncing up towards her pussy. A cold blast of air, and I opened my eyes.

"I'm ready for my shower." Inga was still naked, and real. "Are you making yourself happy again?" I didn't invite her, but she stepped in anyway.

I released my prick, soapy and hard. "Yeah, something like that."

She took the soap from the dish and a wash cloth. "Hmmm, this feels good." 

I didn't want to turn, to see the water cascading over her smooth flesh, making it slippery. I didn't want my erection to accidentally bump her, nudge her, and make contact.

"My mother washes my hair," Inga said. "I never get it right. You'll have to do it." 

Not with these hands. "I promised your mother I wouldn't touch you."

"But I promised I wouldn't tell. Isn't that good enough?"

"Sorry. A promise is a promise." Besides, I wasn't sure Inga could keep a secret. After all, I knew they practiced nudity, and her father seemed to be unaffected by two attractive women.

"Do you think Mama would let us shake hands?" she asked.

"Probably." Where was this going?

She turned her back to me and plopped some shampoo on her hands. With them touching her scalp, she ordered, "Shake."

I placed my hands over hers, scrubbing and massaging the shampoo into a thick lather, all up and down and around her head. When she backed up into me, my dick grazed her back.

"Are you still sticking out? Doesn't it ever go down?"

I removed my hands from hers. "There, your hair is all done."

"Thanks." She bent over to rinse, and her pussy was visible for the first time, slick and inviting. If touching was verboten, then planting my prick in there was strictly off limits. 

"Would you wash my back?" Inga asked.

I started to formulate a negative reply when she handed me the washcloth all soaped up.

"You won't have to touch me with this," she explained.

I dragged the washcloth over her shoulders, then down her back.

"Don't forget my butt." Who could? Round and full, more than a handful.

She spread her legs. "And my privates."

I rubbed once, okay, twice.

"I don't think it's clean enough. Better do it again."

I dragged the cloth between her thighs, trying not to press too hard or feel for the gap that I knew was there.

"Make sure you get the crevice."

Damn, she wanted me to delve deeper. With my hand fully extended between her legs, I pulled the washcloth backwards. Suddenly my hand was bare on her cunt. Inga had ripped the washcloth away.

I pulled my hand through, trying not to caress her lips, and stepped out of her reach. She turned and smiled coyly. She knew exactly what she was doing, giving me access.

Holding the washcloth and the bar of soap, she suds up.

"My turn to wash you. Turn around." I stood with my back to her. She started at my shoulders and went lower. Soon, one hand was on my ass cheek, minus the cloth. The other snaked around front. Her breasts, and those erect nipples, poked at my back. One hand, no, both, slid up and down my penis.

"How's this? Is it better if I do it or you do it? Do you really think I'm attractive?" Her body was pressed against me. 

If I spun around, my dick would certainly rub against her. If I grabbed her to stop contact, I could end up touching her, and just my luck, my hands would land on her tits or ass or pussy. Better to just let her finish her exploration of the male body. It would be educational, something she wouldn't do with her father, and I'd get my rocks off as a bonus. "It feels good, just like that. Slow and smooth. Caress, don't jerk."

"You can touch me back. Honest, I won't tell."

It would have been easy to reach around and press her closer, holding her ass, or sliding my hands between our bodies to fondle her tits. No, this was more than far enough.

"I'd love to, darling, but your mother would extract retribution that I can't afford." I wanted it to sound serious, so she didn't think my comments about finding her attractive were lies.

"It's throbbing. What happens now?"

"I'm almost there. Don't stop. Reach lower and feel my balls."

One hand dipped down and cupped my scrotum. "Like this? They're jiggly."

After a couple more strokes, I placed my hand around hers, jerked rapidly and thrust my hips forward. "Aaaarrhhhh." Splotches of cum shot onto the rear wall of the shower.

Inga let her hands drop. "Wow! That was something!"

I turned around, penis wilting. "You did a great job, darling." My face was drawn to hers. I stopped, her eyes shut and lips pursed. Kissing was touching. I pressed two fingers against her lips, even though that was also a violation. "Now, you better finish cleaning up and getting dressed." Your mother should be here soon."

I toweled off upstairs in my bedroom, the door half shut. Inga strutted past, naked, on her way to the guest bedroom, where I presumed she'd left her change of clothes. I finished dressing and waited for her downstairs. No need to peek, I'd seen it all.

Inga came down the stairs demurely in a plain black dress that accentuated her figure. 

"My bra and panties are still full of flour," she said. "Will you wash them and give them back?"

"What if I want to keep them, as souvenirs?" I asked.

"Of what?" 

I just smiled. If Inga kept her promise, I was safe. If not, then she was just as guilty as I was, maybe more. I could live with that.

The doorbell announced Inga's mother.

"How was everything?" Stephanie asked.

"Fine, Mama."

"I'll finish the pantry. You don't need to come back tomorrow," I said.

"Oh no!" shouted Stephanie. "If Inga didn't finish her ministry today, she'll complete the job herself. You can come to my office when she's done."

I tried to argue but the Doc insisted. 

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Marcus." Inga winked.

"Yes, tomorrow, after Inga's ministry," added Dr. Crumholtz.

Since ministry is service, I wondered who would be servicing who.

(To be continued)

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Service with a Smile Ch. 03



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. After two visits, Mr. Marcus has kept his promise of keeping his hands off the pert young woman, but she's been hands-on him, in the shower. With the pantry project incomplete, she's scheduled to make a return visit the next day, just before Mr. Marcus makes a mandatory visit to her mother, the psychotherapist.

Will Mr. Marcus be able to maintain his composure and willpower around a young woman who struts around in her undies? And, after manipulating his cock to orgasm, what will Inga's next move be? These moves are more complicated than chess...

Author's note: To best understand this chapter, you should have previously read "Paging Doctor Marcus - Second Episode." [For those of you who wrote and asked, the answer is "No, you haven't missed "First Episode." Although "First Episode" occurs earlier in time, that chapter of Harvey Marcus's sexcapades has not yet been documented for your pleasure.]

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I paced the living room, waiting for Inga. I'd completed reassembling the pantry, so Inga's time during this visit could be spent on other things. I didn't expect she'd agree to have sex, and I was still covered by my promise, actually her mother's threat, to keep my hands off.

For the twentieth time, I peeked out the front door. My across the street neighbor, Joy Cocksworth, was just pulling into her driveway. She still owed me for keeping her husband's enormous dick out of her daughters' pussies. To be precise, I promised I'd keep the whole thing out. Fortunately, my daughter Annie's invention allowed only half his 12 inches in. I was picking nits, to be sure, but Joy's promise for a welcome roll in the sack motivated my half-truth about her husband's half-dick excursions.


I stepped across my threshold, shouted a greeting and waved. She looked at me, jerked her head away and strutted into her house. The display of contempt was quite obvious. Had she learned the truth? We'd have to have a conversation, one of these days. Where was Inga?

The phone rang. I slammed the door and bobbled the receiver from the cradle. "Hello?"

"Hi. Mr. Marcus, this is Inga."

Was she all right? "Where are you?"

"I won't be coming over today. I hope you'll be able to put the pantry together yourself." A hint of trauma slowed her speech.

"It'll be a tough job, but I guess I'll have to do it." Might as well make her feel as guilty as possible. "Is anything wrong?"

"Dada grounded me for the rest of the week."

"You're a good girl. What did you do to deserve that kind of punishment?" Maybe she wasn't that good.

"You know how your, uh, your plumbing got all stiff when we were in the shower?"

"Uh huh." How could I forget the hand job she'd provided? It had taken all of my willpower not to turn around, fondle her breasts, lift her up by her buttocks, grind her pussy against my -. Shit! Did she tell her mother about that? I'm really going to get both barrels when I meet her mother later today. 

"Well, last night after I took my shower, I waited until Dada came down the hallway. Naked, like usual. I walked over and asked him for a hug."

Hugging Inga, in the nude? Damn, that must have been one hot encounter. "You did?" His dick probably lifted like mine was, and I was hearing the story second hand.

"Uh huh. And do you know what? His plumbing stayed all small and soft. Not like yours."

Damn. A man holds a cute body like Inga's and doesn't get aroused? "That's strange. So what did you do?"

"I asked him if he thought I was pretty. And he stroked my face and said 'You sure are, darlin'."

That didn't sound so bad. Odd, but not bad. "None of this sounds punishable."

"It was what I did next. I slid my hand from his hip and wrapped my fingers around his plumbing. You know, like I did with yours."

"You didn't!" My dick was pretty much erect, as my mind simulated Inga's fingertips.

"Uh huh. And even then, it stayed soft. Like it was dead or something. You were all stiff even before I touched you. My dad's plumbing must be broken."

I thought her assessment was correct. Poor Dr. Crumholtz. "So what happened?"

"He slapped my hand away and shouted, 'Don't you ever do that again!' Then he grounded me and sent me to my room. I don't think he told Mama, 'cause she didn't come after me with one of her lectures."

"I'm sorry if I was the cause," I said.

"It's not your fault. I'm just trying to figure things out. Between men and women. You know. Norma tells me stuff, but I don't want to just take her word. Maybe she's got it wrong. Besides, this time I did something before her."

I heard giggling in the background. Inga wasn't alone. Was someone there with her? Who gets visitors during grounding? "Is Norma there with you?"

"Uh huh. She said she'd never have the nerve to touch her father's plumbing, even though she's touched others."

Maybe this whole story was fabricated, and Inga never touched her old man's penis. Maybe this was a way to one-up Norma. So Norma touches other men's pricks, hmm? Maybe I should invite Norma over? Nah, that would just piss off Inga, and she blabs everything to her folks. Who know how she might react? Hmm. Maybe that's just the ticket -. 

There was some hushed conversation on the other end before Inga spoke. "Are you going to see Mama this afternoon?"

"Yes, today's my appointment." Inga needs to know that blame her. "I'm not happy about it at all. The only reason I'm stuck is because you tattled on me -"

"I told the truth, just like Mama taught me."

"Well, now she thinks I have a breast fetish."

"What's that?" Inga asked.

"She thinks I have a preference for women with large tits."

More giggling. Was her girlfriend on the same phone or an extension? "Norma has big tits. Lots bigger than mine. But you got all stiff seeing me naked. So Mama's wrong?"

"Yes, she is, and you were too, if you believed that lie. Sometimes things aren't what they seem. You could have asked me before ratting me out."

More hushed conversation, then "What time is your appointment?"

"Four-thirty. Why?" I asked.

"Nothing. No reason. So, I'll come over next week, right?" Inga was ending this call. 

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Bye." More giggles.

What were those two scheming?

---

I parked easily behind the long strip-mall irregularly shaped medical building. It was past most doctors' regular office hours - four-thirty. A twisty passage with medical suites on both sides eventually led me the offices of Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz.

The waiting room with a mere three chairs, not much bigger than my eat-in kitchen area, was empty.

"Hello?" I asked.

Dr. Crumholtz trudged out, looking like she'd been burdened with serial killers and other misfits all day. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes were at half-mast and dark. "Oh, its you. Come in." She led me to a small room with just two chairs. One painting, a beach with crystal clear water, adorned the right wall. The left wall had a floor to ceiling drape. Small shelves stuck out from the fancier chair. One shelf held a telephone, another a leather-covered notepad. I sat in the plainer, yet comfortable guest seat.

I folded my hands in my lap. Dr. Crumholtz sat down, almost collapsing. She crossed her legs under a long floral skirt, exposing nothing. "You have no idea the day I've had." She took a sip from a mug held by a metal cup holder jutting out from the side of her chair. "So, let's down to it, shall we?"

I nodded.

"How long have you been suffering from a breast fetish?" she asked.

I was about to speak but her phone buzzed. "Hold that thought." She picked up the receiver. "Dr. Crumholtz. Oh, hello Mrs. Arousa. What can I - " Dr. Crumholtz's eyes widened. "She does? That's marvelous. What? Right now?" She glanced at me. "Well, I'm with someone." I got a look that said 'If you weren't here, I could handle a more important patient.' "I guess I could fit her in. Tell her to come over right away. No, thank you." Dr. Crumholtz hung up. "That was the mother of Inga's closest friend, Norma."

Something fishy was happening. Inga confirms the time of my visit while Norma was visiting. Now her mother calls? "Yes?" "Norma has been displaying disruptive, even dangerous, behavior. I've told Inga she can't see Norma any more, until she gets help."

I was tempted to rat Inga out, since they'd been together on our phone call. Maybe this info would be future leverage on Inga. "Really? A disruptive influence? How so?"

"That's really none of your business." She straightened up. "She'll be here soon, at which time I will have to leave you alone. That won't be a problem, will it?"

Dr. Crumholtz had me over a barrel. If I didn't cooperate, she'd tell Harriett about my porn stash, and then all hell would break loose. "Sure. Fine, I wasn't interested in dinner anyway."

"Now, where was I?" She stroked her chin. "Oh yes, your preoccupation with women's mammary glands."

I put my hands on my knees and leaned forward. "First of all, I don't have a breast fetish. And two, I'm not suffering, except being here rather than at home, with my feet up."

"We can move to a room with a couch if you prefer, but horizontal patients are so trite." Dr. Crumholtz's expression was a twisted smile. 

Time to tell it like it is. "Your daughter happened across my pornography collection. A magazine about women with big tits was on top. If she'd looked through the stack -" Stephanie crossed her arms. "God forbid."

"Yes, but if she had, she would have found others, whose subject matter would have been different." More than a few dealt with young women, but no reason to go into that level of detail.

"Thank God she didn't spend that much time or effort. I've raised her with strong virtue, and what do you and Norma do? Corrupt her thinking, that's what."

Norma was a corrupting influence? I tried once more. "There's no fixation, as you claim. I enjoy erotic material is all." "You see, that's precisely my predicament. I can't have Inga performing her ministry alone with a pervert. What am I going to do with you?"

"Inga's a good girl, raised to confide in you," I said. "My collection of adult material is a harmless vice. No harm, no foul?" I stood up.

"Sit down. Your sexual habits are of significance because of your relationship with my daughter."

Hell, I didn't have a relationship, let alone relations. Well, her masturbating me was pleasant but hardly a relationship. "Believe me, I'm keeping my promise. Hands off. You made that perfectly clear." I raised both hands and flexed fingers to demonstrate.

"Good. I'm relieved to hear that. Still, your interest in sexual materials is not a positive sign."

The phone buzzed.

"Norma got here quicker than I expected. Wait here. There are some magazines to keep you occupied. I hope the lack of naked pictures doesn't bother you."

What an attitude. Maybe if her husband's plumbing worked, she'd be more relaxed, and not so concerned with other people's sexuality. Her magazines were all psychology journals, reporting successful treatments of aberrant behaviors. Fascinating. I tried out her chair. Too hard, or perhaps it was a custom-built for her bottom. My guest chair was softer. I decided to check out the view, and pulled the drawstring. The drapes opened, but not to the outside. Dr. Crumholtz was shaking hands with a young woman, presumably Norma. Shit, it was patient C-19871114-002, Miss Perfect Tits, from Dr. Fleischmann's office! I ducked down, so they wouldn't see me. When I peeked over the frame and they weren't reacting, I realized it was a one-way mirror. I stood, watching Dr. Crumholtz offer Norma, Miss Perfect Tits, a seat. In the tug of war between her and her miniskirt, the skirt won, riding too high on her thighs. The boots added to the intentionally sexy look.

Their room had identical chairs plus a desk off on the side. That must be her real office, and I was in a consultation room. A simple panel with two switches was mounted below the window. One labeled Talk, the other Listen. I had no training in lip reading. Lip locking, yes. I flipped the Listen switch.

" -for seeing me, I guess," said Norma. Her expression was a mixture of worry and contempt.

"I'm glad you decided to seek my assistance. I'm sure I can help you. Your mother is quite worried. We all are." Dr. Crumholtz leaned forward. "And as soon as we get you on a proper path, you and Inga can hang out together again."

"I'd like that."

Dr. Crumholtz opened her leather pad. "Your mother told me that recently, you've been acting out, wearing indecent clothing and using foul language. These are all typical behaviors of anyone trying to grab attention, typical of girls growing up -"

"I'm not a child!" Norma shouted.

"Of course not. You're a young woman, looking for answers. Where would you like to start?"

If Norma was looking for answers about sex, she'd come to the wrong place. Dr. Crumholtz was poor at educating Inga, so why would she be any more successful with Norma? Besides, Norma was Inga's source for sex ed.

"I don't know." Norma's hands were clenched, pressed deep between her legs. Her forearms squeezed her tits together, making them stand out. It was just like watching the video from Dr. Fleischmann's office, only live. "Aren't you supposed be to be asking me stuff?"

"All right. I remember the way you used to dress, long skirts, modest make-up, and now that's changed dramatically. How come?"

"I just want boys to be nice to me. Is that so bad?"

"No, that's perfectly natural. But you don't have to run around half-naked to get attention. You're so pretty -"

"You can't tell by the way they act. All they want to do is get their hands on these -" She raised her hands and grabbed her breasts. 

Dr. Crumholtz's jaw dropped. 

"They're too big, right?" Norma asked.

Dr. Crumholtz stuttered gibberish. This show was worth the price of admission, Dr. Crumholtz's belligerent, holier-than-thou attitude confronted with an overtly sexual young lady her daughter's age. If Dr. Crumholtz couldn't handle her own demure daughter, it would be glorious to see her try and keep up with this little fox.

"Anyway, I went to see a specialist, to find out if he could make them smaller." Norma slid her hands up and covered her face. 'Oh, it was so embarrassing. I don't think I can tell you."

So, Norma had interest in breast reduction surgery? Or was Dr. Fleischmann merely another conquest?

"Would it be easier if you reenacted the episode?" suggested Dr. Crumholtz.

Norma looked up with a victorious smile. "Oh could we? Are you sure? That would be much easier."

Norma's trap had sprung. I knew precisely what good old Doc Fleischmann had done, and now I'd get to see Dr. Crumholtz, Stephanie, play with Norma's perfect tits, from a front row seat. Thinking of Stephanie as a woman instead of a professional was easier, with Norma in charge.

"What happened first?" asked Stephanie.

I remembered perfectly. 

"He told me to take off my blouse." Norma unbuttoned and shrugged off the outer garment. There they were again. Just like last time, in a flesh colored undergarment.

"Good. We're making progress. Then what?"

"He told me to take off my bra." Norma trembled. "I hesitated about doing it, but I guess he had to see them, right?" Her hands went to her back. 

It was almost bonus time. I licked my lips to corral my saliva.

"You don't really have to -" Too late. Norma shrugged, and the straps fell to the sides. 

Stephanie nodded. "What did he tell you?"

Norma's bra sagged, just like at Dr. Fleischmann's office, barely covering her two treasures. "It wasn't what he said." Norma looked up, eyes pleading. "Oh, God."

Stephanie walked over and patted Norma's head. "There, there." Norma let the bra drop. I choked. There they were, as perfect as last time, but live, in color, not a dozen feet away as the crow flies, or the dick points, or whatever. Stephanie looked away from Norma's exposed torso.

Norma prattled on. "It started with touching. Holding them, squeezing them, pulling at my nipples -"

Stephanie pulled back, bumping into her chair. "It's perfectly natural for a breast reduction surgeon to, uh, touch you." She didn't seem confident.

"Do you want me to continue?" asked Norma.

Stephanie's own chest heaved. "Yes, please."

Norma sat upright, thrusting out her chest, waiting. "So, aren't you going to play the doctor's part?"

"Uh, why don't you just show me what he did?" asked Stephanie.

Norma cupped and hefted her breasts, then frowned. "It's not the same when I do it." She lets her hands fall away. "Just put your hands on them, and I'll tell you what he did."

Stephanie didn't budge. Was she scared? 

"Don't you want to hear the story?" asked Norma.

Stephanie rubbed her hands on her skirt. A half-naked young woman in her office had her spooked. What was Stephanie's hang-up?

"Is anyone else here, who can play the doctor?" asked Norma.

A-ha! That's why Norma was here, right now. Because Inga told her I'd be here, to play the role of Dr Fleischmann, the breast surgeon. But she didn't know I'd seen the video. Memorized it was more like it.

Stephanie glanced directly at the mirror "Hmm. Yes, there is someone here, for treatment." She stroked her jaw and pursed her lips. "In fact, he might be just the right-"

"He? A man?" Norma's reluctance was well played. "I thought that, you know, maybe you'd have a female assistant -"

"Now, now, the specialist was a man. Besides, I'll be here to monitor things. You'll be perfectly safe. Let me bring him in."

I flicked the switch off and yanked the drapes shut. When Stephanie opened the door, I was sitting cross-legged with a magazine in my lap.

"That's quite a skill, reading upside down." She was Dr. Crumholtz again.

Damn. "Works the brain cells harder that way. Are we going to resume?"

"I have an exercise I believe will be therapeutic for you, as well as another patient. 

I just finished reading an article from an institute in Pennsylvania on fulfillment therapy. They've gotten marvelous results. The theory is that people like you, with abnormal desires, abandoned those desires when faced with the realization of their fantasies. So, exposing you to a woman with large breasts should go a long way to curing your fetish."

Sounds like giving a cigarette to a smoker trying to quit. Satisfying, but hardly helpful. "Sure, whatever you say."

"You're going to be part of a role play. You'll be a doctor examining a female patient. After this, you'll be able to dismiss your fantasies and throw out all of that pornography. Come with me." It was an order.

The hell I was going to trash my collection! Some of those European editions were quite expensive. I just hoped that my hard penis wasn't too visible as I stood.

When I entered the other room, Norma feigned shock and pulled her blouse across her chest.




Service with a Smile Ch. 03



"Norma, this is Mr., uh, Mr. Smith. He's here for breast fixation therapy. With your indulgence, I'd like for him to participate in your reenactment."

I stuck out my hand, no more than a foot from my fantasy tits. Norma shook it firmly. Her middle finger was bent in, rubbing my palm. 

Only one woman had ever performed the "fuck me" handshake. I was in college, at a mixer, where guys and gals of arbitrary class, both social and graduating year, got together to ostensibly listen to music but really to pair off for advanced necking and whatever else they deemed acceptable in their mutually inebriated state. In simple terms, random drunk sex. A brunette with wild shoulder-length hair had administered the "fuck me" handshake at the bar, a card table with open bottles of whatever students had contributed to the event. In a dark but public alcove in her dorm's lobby, she was assertive, practically jumping on my erection, still dressed in a pleated skirt. I never saw her again.

Norma's blouse sagged, exposing one breast that didn't. Her other nipple peeked out from the edge. I swallowed hard.

"Now, Mr. Smith, the rules here are simple. You'll play the doctor. Norma will explain what the real doctor did, and you'll follow her directions precisely. Is that clear?"

I nodded, never taking my eyes off Norma's chest. Would Dr. Crumholtz actually let Norma take control of this interaction? In the video, Dr. Fleischmann got a couple of handfuls, but then the video ended. Based on his case notes, he'd sent Norma home, no further consultation needed, from his perspective. So, I'd end up with my fantasy fulfilled, hands-on so to speak.

"We're in the wrong position," said Norma. "I was on an examining table. This chair is too low."

Dr. Crumholtz glanced around the room. "How about my desk?"

"That's perfect." Norma wiggled over to Dr. Crumholtz's desk and sat down, keeping her knees together while her skirt slid higher on her thighs. "Now then, the doctor placed his hands on -"

I didn't wait. Just like Fleischmann, I cupped one of her tits, then the other. My thumbs rubbed across her nipples. Norma's mouth opened but no sound came out. Had I moved too quickly, too much like Dr. Fleischmann? Unlike her behavior in Fleischmann's office, Norma didn't knock my hands away. In fact, she leaned into them, increasing the pressure. In no time, Norma's nipples became red and pointy. 

"It's obvious to me he took advantage of the situation," said Stephanie. "You can stop now, Mr. Smith. You've had your real-world opportunity."

I got in a couple of quick squeezes, and then let my hands fall to my sides.

"So, Norma, if that's what caused your anxiety, you have no need to worry. The doctor took advantage -"

"No, he didn't! That wasn't it. There's more. Dr. Fleischmann told me I was good candidate for surgery."

"He did?" asked Dr. Crumholtz.

Liar! I almost shouted it out loud. Liar! Fleischmann's notes were quite explicit, just like his videotapes. I was going to call Norma on it, but they'd both ask, 'How do you know?' and I'd have to admit breaking into Dr. Fleischmann's records. Did Norma know she'd been filmed? No choice but to let this play out to its natural conclusion.

"Really?" asked Stephanie.

"Then he - then he -" Norma stared at my crotch. The bulge was evident. "Then he said I needed a full examination."

Huh? I was going to examine Norma's body, in front of Inga's mother?

"Sounds reasonable, for the doctor," said Stephanie.

Reasonable? To take a knife to such perfect tits? Stephanie was probably suffering from jealously. Her tits didn't stack up to Norma's.

"How were you feeling by that point?" she continued.

"Kind of scared, but also excited."

"How so?" asked Stephanie.

"My dates never pay attention to anything below my belt. They get all lost up here." She shook her chest. God, they wobbled in slow motion. "That doctor, that man, was going to check me out. All of me. It had been a long time since my last physical, and that was a female doctor." Norma was getting redder and perspiring. "I was hot. Really hot. But kind of anxious."

"About what?" asked Stephanie.

Norma swallowed hard. "That he'd, you know, do something. Sexual, I mean." Her voice got softer. "I was wishing he would."

Stephanie dragged me towards the door. "Now, Mr. Smith, you'd had your exposure to real breasts, enough to have satisfied your urges. Please wait for me in the other room."

"But, doctor, we're not finished," whined Norma.

"Mr. Smith is."

"But the role play. The big thing hasn't happened yet. Please let him stay. It's easier to tell you this way."

Dr. Crumholtz checked me out. "Oh, all right."

The tape had ended after Dr. Fleischmann pawed Norma's breasts. What else could he have done?

"The doctor said I might be a bit nervous, while he examined me, me exposed and him all dressed. So, he dropped his pants."

"He didn't!" Dr. Crumholtz shouted.

I reached for my belt. Dr. Crumholtz smacked my hand with her clipboard.

"He did!" said Norma. "And he was all pokey!"

"As in, erect?"

Norma nodded.

"Did he expose himself to you? That would be quite humiliating. No cause for such behavior, and by a licensed practitioner no less. Still, you weren't to blame. There's no cause for you to feel -"

Norma scooted towards the edge of the desk. Her legs, spread, hung over the side. Her skirt was useless, high on her hips. Shit, no panties! "Let Mr. Smith come closer."

Stephanie looked at me, and dropped her eyes to my crotch. "I can't let Mr. Mar- uh Mr. Smith expose himself to you. It wouldn't be proper."

"You let him fondle my tits. Was that proper?" asked Norma.

Dr. Crumholtz stood silent. Norma had here there.

Norma continued. "Everybody I know has seen one, and touched them, too. Even Inga has seen a naked dick."

"She has? Whose?" asked Dr. Crumholtz. Her hands became fists.

"Her daddy's. Inga told me all about you guys, walking around naked in your house. I have to tell you, I think that's so cool. I wish my family would -"

"All right! You saw the specialist's penis. No harm in looking at another one, I suppose." Dr. Crumholtz stared daggers at me. "Drop your trousers."

I unbuckled and unzipped. Gravity did the rest. My erection was plainly visible under my jockeys."

"It's still hidden," whispered Norma. 

I slid down my underwear. If I moved any closer, my dick would be poking her pussy.

"See? Your reaction is confirmation of a breast fetish," gloated Stephanie. "Look at you."

I decided not to explain that standing in front of any female whose breasts were exposed would cause this condition. I had no credibility.

"I've never seen one that big," said Norma. "Not that I'm complaining." She smiled with raised eyebrows. "Then the doctor moved closer."

I followed Norma's lead.

"- and put his hands on my knees."

Norma was open for business, sex business, and my dick was ready for a transaction.

"The doctor slid his hands up my legs, up my thighs. He flicked his thumbs across my pussy."

This was more than glorious. I'd touched perfect tits and made a passing glance across a needy cunt.

"Oh God, I was so hot. I almost humped his fingers. Then his hands were back up here." Norma placed my hands on her tits. 

No problem there. I could fondle them all day and not get tired.

"Then I did a naughty thing," whispered Norma. "His penis was bouncing around between my legs, and I couldn't stand it. So I aimed it at my pussy." Norma reached out and took my prick in her hand. She stroked it a few times before pulling it closer.

Dr. Crumholtz reacted quickly. She grabbed my dick as it closed the distance to Norma's cunt. "Oh no. I didn't stage this exercise for you to have sexual intercourse."

Dr. Crumholtz's hand on my erection felt good. Any woman's hand would have. I pulled back, and my dick slid from her grasp. I leaned forward, to give Norma a chance to guide me but Stephanie grabbed it again. 

"But that's just it! Dr. Fleischmann's didn't fuck me." Norma was sobbing. It seemed so real. Was she a good actress, or had Fleischmann taken advantage and doctored his notes?

"He didn't?" I asked. Maybe he had more willpower than I thought. I'd taken advantage of his other patient, practically raping her, and Norma's tits were so much better. Her whole body was.

Meanwhile, Dr. Crumholtz stroked my dick as I leaned forward and back, getting me even harder. Precum lubricated her strokes. Did she realize she was beating me off? Like mother, like daughter.

"Like I said, no guy wants me. I put his penis at the edge, right at the front of my pussy." She waited. Did she expect Dr. Crumholtz to position my erection there? If so, she was disappointed, as Dr. Crumholtz stroked harder, directing my thrusts everywhere except towards Norma's cunt.

"And then?" asked Dr. Crumholtz.

"He kept on groping me, twisting my nipples until they were all puffy and tender. So I whispered, 'Give it to me.'"

"You didn't!" Stephanie tightened her grip. My seesaw motion stopped.

"I did." Norma was practically choking. "God forgive me, but all I wanted was to feel his penis inside."

"Don't think about it!" Stephanie warned me. "But he didn't?"

"No! There I was, tits hanging out, legs spread, with his hot prick at the mouth of my pussy. He stood up, zipped up and told me I didn't need any surgery after all, that I was fine just the way I am."

Stephanie didn't let go of my dick. "See that? You're a beautiful young woman -"

"But men just want me for these," Norma hefted her breasts for emphasis. "But no one wants me for this." She spread her pussy lips. A nubby clit popped into view.

I wanted her, but no way was Dr. Crumholtz going to condone sexual coupling. But wait! "Hey, Doc, what would fulfillment therapy say about this situation?" I asked.

Dr. Crumholtz looked down, her hand still around my dick. She dropped it, as if it was hot. It was, but not enough to burn. "Well, I'd have to think about it."

"Maybe if Norma felt a penis, she wouldn't need to dress this way, trolling for guys who'll do more than grope her tits," I suggested. It was lame but logical reasoning, if Dr. Crumholtz actually believed in that fulfillment therapy crap.

"So what did you do again?" Stephanie asked Norma.

"I put his penis at the outer edge of my pussy, just the tip," she replied. "Can I show you?"

Stephanie moved me by my shoulders until my dick was flopping around between Norma's thighs. "There, close enough?"

Norma nodded, grasped my erection and slid it up and down her slit. It was wet, well lubricated. I wondered how much dick she'd taken with her dates. Oh yeah, they weren't interested. Bullshit! Norma guided me to her cunt and stuck my prick gently between her outer lips. "That was the position."

"All right, so you felt his penis between your legs. How were you feeling?"

"It was driving me crazy. It was so close. He wasn't as fat as Mr. Smith, but that's okay," said Norma. "Then his hands went back to my tits. Always my tits." I had to lean forward, just a bit, to place my hands back on the two objects of my fantasy. Norma tilted her pelvis, not so much that Stephanie could tell, but enough to let my dick slip in a bit further. "I've wanted this for a long time," she whispered.

Any dick? My dick? Who cares? The pressure was torture. Norma's mouth formed an "O" silently.

"And when you asked him to put it all the way in, he stopped?" asked Stephanie.

Norma didn't answer. Her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs and her hips were humping. "Huh? Oh yeah."

A slap of Stephanie's notepad on my stomach notified me that she had noticed my penetration. "I told you to say still."

"I have. She's the one moving."

Norma's agenda was exposed. Using her legs to pull herself forward, Norma planted herself further onto my dick. "Oh yes! This is what I wanted! God, it feels good!"

I stood still, afraid that Stephanie would find me complicit. I even removed my hands from Norma's tits and put my arms straight up, to show I wasn't condoning Norma's actions. Enjoying them, oh yes, but not provoking. The friction felt marvelous. 

Stephanie stood next to us, hands on her hips, watching the repeated penetration. Each lunge of Norma's hips drove me deeper into her cunt. "There. You've felt what a penis feels like. That should be sufficient." Norma ignored both of us. She sat up and threw her arms around my neck. We were face to face. Hers was red, eyelids fluttering, lips wet, and mouth open. I watched her perfect breasts, silently clanging before me.

"Norma, stop it," shouted Stephanie. 

I felt Stephanie grab Norma's legs, in an attempt to disengage her from me. Norma only tightened her leg lock. Without the desk holding her weight, the pressure strained my neck. Wrapped around my torso, Norma was sliding down. My entire erection was buried, but Norma's slide continued.

"Don't let her fall," shouted Stephanie.

I knew of only one way to prevent that, so I cupped her ass in my hands. 

"Ooh, yes! Squeeze my ass," Norma insisted. Her muscles tightened even harder against my cock.

Stephanie had turned away, apparently unable to watch our fucking. Norma undulated her hips, pushing herself against my prick over and over, moaning with each thrust. I was close to cumming, and sure didn't want Stephanie as a witness to Norma's fertilization. I staggered back to Stephanie's desk. "Let me cum on your tits," I whispered.

Norma plopped down on the desk and unlocked her legs. My dick slurped out from her pussy. Her hands flew to my erection, pumping me furiously. I jerked forward. The first stream landed point blank in her cleavage and dripped down. The following blobs scattered on both breasts.

Norma laid back, gasping for air, stomach heaving. Her cunt lips were open, pulsing. If I didn't know better, I'd have guessed she was ready for another go. I wasn't. Blood flowed everywhere in my body but my prick.

I glanced back at Dr. Crumholtz. Stephanie had turned back towards us sometime during our sexual exercise. How much had she witnessed? More important, what was she going to do about it? For now, she waved me off, back to the other room. I pulled up my jockeys and pants and stumbled out. 

In the other consulting room, I used some tissues from a box on Stephanie's chair to wipe up the excess excretions. I tucked myself in and put myself back together. I dreaded the forthcoming conversation with Stephanie. Not only did she know about my porn collection, but she witnessed me fucking her daughter's friend. I'd proven myself to be the pervert she'd claimed. I'd never get within five miles of Inga.

The door opened and Stephanie walked through. "I sent Norma home." Instead of going to her chair, she came up to mine and put a hand on my shoulder. "I am so sorry."

Huh? Stephanie was apologizing? "That's all right."

She walked to her bin of magazines and journals. Selecting a specific one, she ripped it in half and tossed it into a wastebasket. "I put you in a terribly awkward position. Can you forgive me?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

Stephanie sat down, leaning forward. "I believe that you've had sufficient real world experience to eliminate, or at least significantly reduce, your fixation on women's breasts. Am I correct?"

I nodded. This was no time to complain about her misjudgment.

"Good. Then this will be our last session, except for a check-up in two weeks."

Check up? Shit, I was getting off easy, after getting off. "That's fine."

"And, Inga will be at your home next week, per her schedule. I expect you'll continue to be the gentleman?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. Absolutely!" After all, it was Inga who used her hands on me, not the other way around.

"Then, good night. Send my regards to your wife."

I lumbered out of the room and down the twisty corridor to the parking lot. What had just happened? Dr. Crumholtz let me completely off the hook after setting me up with Norma. She felt responsible, and rightfully so. It wasn't my idea to play Dr. Fleishmann. And I was certain that Norma's description of their mutual circumstances had been fabricated on the spot.

I drove home with a fantasy achieved, a continuing obligation to Stephanie, and a pending visit by Inga. Could life get any better?

(To be continued)

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Service with a Smile Ch. 04



The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. During her previous visits, Mr. Marcus has kept his hands off the pert young woman, but only with great discipline. Will Mr. Marcus be able to maintain his composure and willpower around a young woman who struts around in her undies or less? And how will this curious and horny young woman react to him having sex with her best friend Norma, and under her mother's direction? After all, Inga is quite competitive...

Author's note: This chapter merges two series: "Service With A Smile" and "Dots and Dashes of Color." After Chapter 5, a new series will begin. Until then, may low fat diets and consolidated plots be with you.

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It was another service day. I was sure Norma had told Inga about our coupling in Inga's mother's office. Inga confided that they shared the intimate details of their lives, and fucking Norma with Dr. Crumholtz watching was extremely intimate. At this point, the only question was, how would Inga react? Unpredictable. And what could I do, given Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz's orders to leave her daughter alone when we were together? Nothing.

When I answered the doorbell, a scowling Inga posed, body tense. Oops, she knows. She marched through the doorway in her usual school uniform. After I closed the door and turned, before I could get a word out, Inga's hand imprinted my cheek. Have I told you how much I hate getting slapped?

"How could you? I found you first, but you went ahead and had sex with Norma. And my mother! Grrrr. She helped you do it. I hate her! What's wrong with me, huh?" There was a flush to her face, as if she'd gotten too much sun.

There was nothing wrong with Inga that her mother's permission wouldn't fix, but that was as likely as snow in July.

She unbuttoned her starched white blouse. The flush stopped just above her slight but enticing cleavage. "Aren't I sexy enough? Maybe Mama is right. Maybe you like big tits." She unbuttoned her skirt and it slid to the floor. Her panties were decorated in a Cheerios pattern this time. What was this, Pussy – Breakfast of Champions? 

In bra, panties and thigh high white stockings, Inga was a wet dream, live and in person. No one would know if we snuck upstairs and did it. No one but me and blabbermouth Inga and me. And Norma. And who knows how many more?

"Your plumbing got hard in the shower. You must think I'm pretty, right?"

I didn't want to give Inga a complex about her appearance, or lie to her. "Of course you are."

She ran over and dropped to her knees. "Lemme see."

I started to back away but she grabbed one leg. I fell backwards, missing the coffee table by a few inches. Flat on my back, trapped, I figured, okay, let her see that I'm erect and that will be that. 

Her hands flew all over my crotch, freeing my dick. "See, I knew it. You do think I'm attractive. Norma had her turn." She pulled one side of her panties down to her thighs. God, there was her pussy. She straddled me, her legs an arch over my groin, her hips waving back and forth. All she'd have to do is time her sway to the movement of my dick, lower herself a few inches and we'd - No! Hands off, her mother had said, and she meant it. 

"We're not going to do that." I slid back. Now her face was at my crotch.

Without warning, she dropped her face toward my prick, mouth open. God, the feeling of her tongue on my dick was priceless. She sucked like she was trying to win a Popsicle melting race, but all I was getting was harder. Now her hand was on my dick, holding it steady while she toyed with the tip, then slammed down to take more. 

She raised her head. "Oh, look! We've got an audience." Inga waved. 

I craned my neck to see Joy Cocksworth at the window, mouth open. Oh God, sexy Joy, Joy who owes me a fuck, watching Inga suck me off.

"Do you know her?" Inga asked.

Not biblically. Joy disappeared from view. What must she be thinking? "She lives across the street. Listen, I need to talk to her about, well, what she saw."

"Not 'til I'm done." Inga renewed her attack. She licked the length of my erection, and then tongue-lashed the underside of the head.

My hips bounced from the carpet. "Slow down."

"Are you gonna spurt? I wanna make you spurt."

What else does plumbing do?

She pumped furiously with her fist. "Cum on, just like in the shower."

Inga's attention was too much. Streams of cum flew up, gobs landing on her belly and tits.

"Wow! That was great! I didn't see, the last time. Are you sure we can't do what you did with Norma?"

My dick was fading quickly. "I don't recover fast anymore. Did Harriett assign you a chore?" Perhaps distract her from the topic of sex.

"Nope. I can do whatever I want. Or whatever you want me to do."

I stood up and zipped up. Inga remained on the floor, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spread with panties stretched below her knees. So small, and so tight, I bet. No! Inga doesn't get fucked. "You can clean up and have the rest of the afternoon to yourself." I moved to the door. I heard footsteps behind me.

"Wait." As I turned, Inga threw herself at me. I kept my hands at my sides, although my instinct was to grab on. Her hands circled my neck and she kissed me. Not a friendly kiss, a firm, passionate, demanding kiss. I started getting aroused and stood taller, to break her hold. She was naked when I marched out my front door and across the street.

A stack of discarded household items decorated the curb. That's right. With Zenellis Enterprises taken over, Harry and hundreds of others were out of work. Hopefully Harry got severance. From the looks of things, he'd found alternative employment that required relocation. This visit might be my last chance to score with Joy.

Joy answered the door. She greeted me with a slap, my second of the day.

"What?" I asked.

She was practically shouting, unnecessarily because of our proximity. "You lied to me. All you wanted was to get me in bed. You don't care anything about me or the girls -"

"That's not true." I was tempted but didn't slap her back. I'm a gentleman, although a horny one. Of course I wanted to get her in bed. "I was willing to baby sit perfectly capable teenagers to make sure they took vital medicine. One of them took advantage of me. And when you found us, to even things out or for some other strange reason, you pleaded with me to have sexual intercourse with the other."

"Not that, you fool. The trip to Wisconsin. Remember our deal? I'd have sex with you if you kept Harry away from them? You said you did, but the girls told me the truth. He fucked them!"

A fleet of Hummers couldn't have kept good old Harry from banging his daughters. But Joy had asked something different, based on her own words. "I did precisely what you asked. You told me to keep Harry from reaming them out with his twelve incher. And I did, with Annie's help. She came up with a technique so he could fuck them with only half his dick."

"She what?" Joy's hands were on her hips.

"It was a towel wrapped with duct tape. It prevented Harry from using his entire cock in them. Just about half."

Joy was silent.

I continued, on the offensive. "So, they weren't reamed out with twelve inches, just fucked with six. And since I'd given them each eight, I didn't think Harry's six was a problem. Remember, sweetheart, you begged me to make sure both girls got initiated by my prick."

Joy stroked her jaw. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess Annie saved your ass. The girls told me Harry fucked Annie as well."

"He sure did. The whole nine yards, I mean twelve, with no towel buffer. And since I did what you asked, and Harry told me he owed me for plugging Annie, I think you should pay up."

Another slap. Three's the charm, right?

"After what I saw, through your window? That skinny little tramp, sucking your dick? You'll fuck anything female with two legs."

Was Joy jealous? After all, she'd given me a blowjob. Do females compete about such things? "For your information, Inga and I didn't have sex."

"Why not? Didn't she find you attractive? Or maybe too small?" She crossed her arms. 

Nice try at a put-down, but I was bigger than that. "No. I was saving myself for you." It was a lie, but a useful one. Women love to be flattered.

"Me? You had that young girl, hot and naked, willing to have sex, and you turned her down for me?"

"That's right. Ever since we petted up in your daughter's bedroom, I've been waiting for the opportunity. That's why, when we got back from Wisconsin, I was very careful how I explained what Harry and the girls had done. The most dick they got was my eight inches, and they both took that admirably. With your permission, and Harry's." I put my arms around her, pinning her hands to the sides. I was trying to avoid another slap."

Her voice got quiet. "I have to confess something."

"What's that?" She had her cunt sown shut?

"Harry and I made love for the first time in years."

I was disappointed. Harry would ruin it for anyone who followed. "Despite his size?"

"Hell no! We used a version of Annie's device, although Harry told me he invented it. Wanna see?"

"Sure!" As long as we don't use it.

Joy came back into the living room carrying a crotch-shaped piece of plastic. "See, I strapped this to my waist –"

I squeezed the plastic, which had a soft rubber backing. "Very nice. How was it? I mean, with Harry?" As much of him as this contraption allowed.

She turned bright red. "He was okay, but I was thinking of you the whole time."

My turn for ego stroking. Too bad it wasn't my cock. "Show me how it works. For curiosity sake." 

She hesitated. "The movers will be here soon, to take the rest of the furniture." The living was bare. Our voices echoed against pictureless walls and drapeless walls. 

"We could go upstairs, for privacy."

"There's one bed left, in one of the girl's rooms."

I'd asked for a modeling, but Joy had taken it further, to a demonstration. Better than I could have expected. Despite Inga's blowjob, I was anxious to sample Joy's pussy with my prick instead of my tongue.

I followed close behind, watching Joy's ass sway as she ascended the staircase. She had a wiggle, even under sweatpants. We entered Randi's room. Or was it Brandi's? No matter, it had an unmade bed, just what we needed.

I watched Joy drop her sweatpants. Since when was she wearing g-string style panties? I thought back to our one sexual encounter. Though my face had been buried between her thighs, I never did get a look at her tits. Joy breasts heaved beneath a sweatshirt. Then the panties hit the floor. Flat on her back, there were bruise marks on Joy's hips from Harry's device, the plastic shield, not his dick. Maybe it needs redesign. She slid the contraption onto her belly, running a belt around her waist. The plastic shield covered her groin and extended down between her thighs, lengthening the path to her cunt. Which was the whole point. This way, my point would barely get to her hole.

"Seems a bit obstructive. Which is the point, I guess. May I?"

Joy nodded.

I got undressed and climbed onto the bed, prepared to stick my eight inches into six inches of buffer zone. Well, two inches of pussy are better than none.

Joy held me back from laying down, unvelcroed Harry's device and tossed it to the side. She raised her hand to my penis, fully erect. "I didn't want six of Harry. And I don't want two of yours." She took my dick and put it at her cunt lips. "I want the whole thing!"

Now it was Joy's turn to smother me with her mouth, choking me with a bear hug. I wondered if she tasted Inga on my breath? My dick bounced against her stomach. She repositioned my prick at her pussy. To be sure she didn't consider this rape and call the cops, I let her put me in. She rubbed my dick up and down until her juices coated the tip, then tilted her hips and pulled me forward. I was in, but just barely.

"You could have had young pussy but you saved yourself for me? Sweet Harvey. Make love to me, Harvey."

I lowered my hips and slid slightly deeper into her cunt, hard as ever. I wouldn't penetrate too fast and scare her. This was going to be pleasurable for both of us.

"Take it slow, big boy." Joy grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

Why are women like that, saying one thing and doing another? 'Fuck me hard, but don't cum.' 'Take it easy but drill me deep.' None of them really know what they want, so I just do what comes naturally. I resisted her pressure, and her pussy helped. It was extraordinarily tight, as if her pubic muscles were clenched, like a fist. But this pussy was feeling better than my fist ever did. I was shocked that despite Harry's partial penetration, Joy was very snug. To get past the first inch, I used the tested in-and-out method, with minimal progress. 

Joy was impatient. "Oh God, give me more, Harvey."

I twisted my hips, screwing her with a screwing motion. How could a woman who took six inches of Harry's cock be so tight?

"That's it. Oh God, yes." Her words were welcoming but her vagina was not. 

I had to slide my hands under her ass to get a grip on the situation. As soon as my fingers squeezed her buttocks, her cunt opened up. My cock bottomed out at about seven inches, flush against her cervix and womb. No wonder she'd felt split by Harry's cock. He must have reamed her out real good with five inches beyond the entrance to her baby chamber.

"Oh, Harvey! We were made to fit together." She kissed me hard, as if her life depended on it. "Harvey, I love you. Leave Harriett. Come with the girls and me. We'd love you, Harvey. Every day and every night. The girls worship you." Her mouth attacked mine, sucking the air out of me.

Maybe my penis, but not me. This was Joy's cunt speaking, not her head or her heart. I'd die from sexual overexertion if I had to keep all three of them sexually satisfied. Sheesh, all three every day? The thought itself was exhausting. although my dick pulsed. Besides, how could I run off with a woman whose tits I'd never seen.

She thrust her hips towards mine, banging genitals. I didn't have to do a thing except lay there on top. My prick remained hard, despite Inga's assault. 

Joy finally let me breathe. "The movers will be here soon. Skip the gentle. I'm so hot I could probably take Harry's cock. I need to cum. Make me cum."

I explored the depths of her cunt, laying there, letting her feel full, getting used to the intrusion.

"Oh God, that's a lot of cock. Are you sure you're only eight inches."

"Last time I measured." I never had, to be honest. No reason to. "And you can have it more than once." Why not? After she was used to the size of my dick, she'd want it again, just like her daughters did.

"But I'll never see you again. We're moving to Nebraska."

"Ah, farm country. Did you hear the one about the farmer's twin daughters?" I pulled back, until only the tip was covered by her pussy lips, and thrust all the way in. She moaned. "There, you've had it again."

I repeated the movement. Joy grunted. "And a third time! See, you can have me over and over."

"He fucks and he's funny." Her hips bounced, in anticipation of a quicker rhythm. "Quit toying with me. Fuck me like you would have fucked that little girl."

For the first time, Joy used the word 'fuck,' not 'make love." She was ready. As Joy requested, I pictured Inga, delicate and thin, and pounded Joy's cunt with relentless thrusts. 

She groaned and shook and writhed throughout the onslaught until her pussy clamped down on my dick. "Oh God, thank you for fucking Randi, and thank you for fucking Brandi, and thank you for fucking meeeeee." She shook like she was having some kind of seizure. I couldn't hold back and spurted hard. We were damp with sweat, my shriveling penis making its way slowly out of her cunt. 

I heard someone knocking downstairs and shouts of "Movers. Anybody home?"

I was satisfied that Joy had held up her end of the bargain. And I'd held up my end, getting it up twice in a short time span. But I was tired. So was my prick. Time to go home, take a nap, and recuperate. I kissed Joy on the forehead. She was unresponsive. 

I got dressed and strutted downstairs, past the movers, who waited on the doorstep. Across the street, Dr. Crumholtz's car was parked my driveway, and she stood at my front door, arms crossed, tapping her foot. 

Shit!

(To be continued)

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Service with a Smile Ch. 05



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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So far: Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. Despite the fact that Inga's mother, Dr. Crumholtz, demanded Mr. Marcus keep his hands off her daughter, he's had some very close calls. In an attempted to cure Mr. Marcus's supposed breast fetish, Dr. Crumholtz accidentally promoted a sexual encounter between him and Inga's best friend, Norma. Now Dr. Crumholtz, the barrier between Mr. Marcus and Inga, has returned, to verify her cure.

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I walked slowly across the street to my house, to engage Dr. Crumholtz. Confront was more like it. Her stern demeanor and demanding rules had kept me and her daughter apart. Did she and I have an appointment? Had she decided to turn me in to the authorities for my accidental fornication with Norma? 

She spoke first. "Good day, Mr. Marcus. I'm here for your check-up."

Oh, yeah, she'd mentioned that, back when she'd apologized for putting me in a position to have intercourse with Norma. Guess I was safe on that count, at least for now.

"So how does this work?" I opened the front door. She followed me into the living room. Normally, I would have kicked off my shoes, but I didn't want Doc to get the wrong idea. "You want me to prove that large breasts don't turn me on, right?" All size breasts turn me on. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out.

"Correct. Perhaps you could play the relevant portions of that smut tape my daughter witnessed?" she said.

"Nope. Long gone in the trash. Our counseling session convinced me to get rid of my porn collection." All of it was still safely stored in the attic, but that was none of Doc Crumholtz's business. Oh yeah, her first name was Stephanie.

"Well then, perhaps a well-endowed neighbor?"

Huh? I pointed to the general direction of my picture window. "Are you suggesting I call one of the women in this neighbor to come by and drop their top so you can see if I get an erection? You must be out of your mind!" I'd never seen Joy's breasts, even after fucking her. Probably bigger than her daughters. 

Then it struck me. Perhaps I could turn the tables, embarrass her and end this. "Would you do it? Undress and show me your tits?"

Stephanie stammered and turned red.

"That's a fine idea," I continued. "Open your blouse and we'll see if that gets me up."

"I will not!" She crossed her arms. Did she know that made a shelf for her tits, now thrust forward?

"Then you won't get your check-up, because I'm not going to humiliate a friend and neighbor just to satisfy some morbid curiosity-"

"It is not curiosity. It is your mental health we're talking about. You were a sick man. Maybe you still are." She fingered the buttons on her dress. "Oh, all right. It seems I have no choice."

Damn it! Stephanie didn't take the bait. And the look on her face was not one of resignation but anticipation. "Hang on. Let's not do this here." I pointed to the large picture window. If this was really going to happen, then my neighbor Joy, her movers and the incidental passerby weren't welcome as observers. "Let's go upstairs."

I went first, to avoid watching her swinging ass that might get me going. After Inga's blowjob and my Joy-full fuck, my dick would stay wilted, but only for so long. "In here." I pointed to the bedroom.

I directed her to sit on the bed while I stood, giving her a straight-on look at the same organ she held while attempting to prevent me from fucking Norma. "Okay, show 'em if you got 'em."

Soon, Stephanie's bra-encased breasts were in sight, her dress collapsed around her waist. I conjured up thoughts to keep myself from getting excited. Walking on broken bottles. My arm as a punching bag for the neighborhood bully. Banging my elbow on a granite countertop. All real-life experiences. Anything to divert my mind from the half-clothed woman in my bedroom.

"All right, let me see if you're affected," she said.

I unbuckled and unzipped, letting my pants fall to the floor. I slid my jockeys down. My prick hung there, worn out but looking normal.

"Removing your bra would be a better test, wouldn't it?"

Stephanie stared at my dick. "Oh, all right." She reached behind and unclasped the garment. She tugged it off and let it drop to the floor. Her tits were a bit saggy but succulent nevertheless.

My mind escalated more torture scenarios. A paper cut plunged into a bowl of salt. Getting kicked in the balls. The pretend pain stories were working. Stephanie sat there, staring at my lip dick, speechless. What was she waiting for? An erection? Perhaps a proposition? After all, she was naked from the waist up. "So, now what?"

My comment startled her. Her head lifted. Her eyes were glassy, moist. "You seem to have conquered your affliction. Another success." She hesitated, then leaned over to fetch her bra. Her tits swung from her torso.

Given what Inga had told me about her father not reacting to his daughter's nakedness, I'd guessed Mr. Crumholtz was suffering from an erectile disorder. Maybe I should recommend good old Dr. Marcus, or better yet, his daughter BJ. But if Mr. Crumholtz had a problem, it may have been a while since Stephanie had been stimulated. She seemed to be fascinated with my penis during my Norma session. Well, perhaps interested is a better term. "Hang on. I didn't get it up. How do you know that's not my permanent condition?" The question was too logical to be ignored. And if she was interested in something more, this gave her the opening.

"I don't believe you have that problem. I witnessed you with Norma at my office, remember?" She licked her lips, never taking her eyes off my dick. 

"But you don't know for sure, do you? I might have contracted some condition that prevents me from getting erect." I was referring to her husband's situation.

She stroked her jaw. "I see your point. What do you suggest?"

"You'll need to see that I can get an erection, so that you'll know it's in working order. Maybe if you stood up-"

She did. The dress stalled on her waist, so she pulled the garment to the side. Stephanie stood naked except for her full-sized panties covering her loins.

Despite all of the exercise, my prick was inflating. Stephanie was mesmerized by the slow growth. Suddenly, she plopped back onto the bed, and brought her hands to her face. Small whimpering sounds escaped from behind the barrier.

My penis was fatter but not yet pointing. I closed the gap between us, so close that my dick was directly in front of her face. She would have seen it, up close, if she hadn't been playing peek-a-boo. "Stephanie?"

She didn't respond. I sat down next to her and touched her shoulder. She twisted away.

"What's the matter?" I slipped my arm around her, pulling her closer. It wasn't meant to be sexual, only supportive.

"I'm pathetic."

Why would she say such a thing? "No you're not."

She leaned against me. I shortened my reach and rubbed her back.

"My marriage is a joke, my practice is a joke, and I'm sitting here naked in a patient's bedroom, wishing for him to pay attention to me. In all the wrong ways."

I knew about her deficient husband, but perhaps there was more. The only example I'd seen of her professional approach was misguided. And she wasn't completely naked. There was still the matter of her panties. But that was easily corrected.

"Now, now, you're under a lot of stress. It must be difficult, trying to raise Inga in a dangerous world." I kept rubbing her back, as I placed my other hand on her knee, cautiously.

Stephanie's breathing was jagged. "I want so much for her."

I wanted Inga so much, but no chance with Stephanie around. "You're doing a fine job. Maybe you need something." I ran my fingertips up and down her thigh. Her legs were pressed firmly together. "Support."

"I suppose so."

"Of course you do. You need to feel loved. Cared for."

She sighed. "Loved. Fat chance."

My dick was fat. She relinquished some of the pressure on her legs, but I didn't dare do anything to spook her, so I took no advantage. "You're a person with feelings."

She raised her head. Our eyes met. "I have feelings." She took a deep breath. "I have needs."

Ah-ha! Needs.

Her thighs parted, allowing my fingers to stroke the inside of her thigh, stopping short of her panties. "Reasonable needs. Rational needs. Everyone does."

"You're right. Everyone has needs." Her eyes glanced down. Her mouth opened at the sight of my erection. "It works."

I dragged my fingers higher, barely brushing the crotch of her panties. She twitched. On the next pass, I ran the back of my hand firmly against her crotch. One of her hands fell into my lap and took hold of my penis. Familiar territory. She stroked my cock. Maybe subconsciously, but who cared? I cupped her mound but didn't advance into her panties. That would be too fast.

She stood, pulling away from my caresses. With a quick bend, she dropped her panties, then sat back down. Her hand groped for my prick. I resumed rubbing her back and slid my hand between her legs. This time, I held her bare cunt in the palm of my hand.

"Oooh, Mr. Marcus."

Our mutual almost masturbation was okay, but I wanted to go all the way with Stephanie. Her awareness of my porn collection and my sexual liaison with Norma needed to be balanced. Besides, I'd kept off Inga despite multiple opportunities. Stephanie owed me, and I was going to collect.

Except she rolled away, laying face down on the bed, head cradled by folded arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Her reply was muffled by the blankets. "This is so wrong. I can't do this. Please, leave me alone."

No way in hell! I straddled her body, my dick flailing. I resumed a backrub, long firm strokes. "Listen, sex is a natural part of life. If your husband can't perform, that shouldn't mean -"

She turned to the side. Her hanging breasts were in profile. "How do you know that?"

"Inga tells the truth. Always. To everybody."

Her face showed a thoughtful expression, as if she was cataloging all the private parts of her life Inga had shared, with me and others. "It's all my fault." She fell back to the bed, her head to the side. "He's dysfunctional because of me."

I didn't get the cause and effect. Stephanie was obviously sexy enough for me to get excited, but then again, it doesn't take much for me to get a hard on. Most times. "I don't believe that, and neither should you. Are you enjoying the massage?"

"Oh yes. You're pulling all the tension from my body."

It was getting time for me to put something back. I changed my massage location, from her back to her buttocks. My stoke started on her upper thigh, then onto her ass cheeks.

"Oh, that feels even better."

Of course. It was closer to her pussy, a more sensitive area. After a few minutes, Stephanie was raising her hips to my stoke. There it was, hanging there, her cunt. Furry and pungent. Stephanie reeked of sex. I moved closer, spreading her legs, sliding my thighs under hers, so she couldn't lower her hips. I resumed a back rub, but along the sides of her torso, teasing at the sides of her rib cage.

A thought clicked. "Do you think Norma needed sex?" I asked.

Stepanie's voice returned to her professional tone despite my groping. "Perhaps, in her judgment, but she doesn't have the wisdom of age."

"Like we do right?" I had Stephanie on her knees, ass raised, thighs apart.

"Correct."

My prick rubbed up and back through Stephanie's hairy gash. "As adults, we could make that decision more clearly than someone whose hormones were in high gear."

"Absolutely. What are you doing down there?"

I feigned ignorance. "Where? Oh, incidental contact. You're enjoying the massage, right?"

"Uh-huh." 

Time to take Stephanie back to clinical. "So why do you think she believed she needed sex?"

"There could be many reasons. Peer pressure. Hormones."

"Really?" I aimed my prick at her pussy, tilting my hips properly.

"Oh yes, hormones. They lay there, under the surface. Sneaky devils." She glanced back. "You're in a funny position."

There was nothing funny about it. I was poised to enter her pussy. All it would take is a slight shift, by either of us. "And then what? The hormones, I mean."

"Oh yes. Well, they're always present in the body, in reasonable amounts. But sexual stimulus -"

I reached under and grasped her hanging tits in my hands.

"Oh!"

"You were saying about stimulus?" I palpated her tit masses, and dragged fingers deliberately across her nipples.

Her breathing was heavier. "Sexual stimulus causes the hormones to multiply. They flow through the body-"

I leaned forward, impaling her on the tip of my cock. "In the body?"

"Oh God. Where was I? Oh yes. They flow through the body, carried by the blood stream. Physiological changes occur."

"Like what?" I pulled at her nipples.

"Uhhhhhh. Engorgement, for one." She leaned back. "Oh yes. Physiological inflation."

Our groins moved together. Finally, activityon her part! She was fucking me back. "So maybe Norma was overcome by her hormones. Doing things she wouldn't normally do."

Stephanie grunted. "Perhaps. Oh God. I haven't felt a good stiff penis inside me in, oh God, I don't know how long."

I bucked, driving my prick deeper. Stephanie collapsed on the bed, my hands trapped under her tits. I humped against her butt.

"Oh God, why are you doing this to me?"

With her, not to her. "Think of it as a ministry."

She turned her head to the side. "A what?"

"A ministry, just like Inga did for me." Oops, bad analogy.

Stephanie's voice hardened, and her muscles trapped me. "You promised-"

"No, no, I meant, you need someone to tend to your needs. Ours were household, but yours are sexual." 

"God forgive me, but they are."

I rode her hard. She moaned into the pillow, muffling screams of what I hoped were pleasure. But it didn't really matter. She was a willing participant, even if I was too much for her to handle.

She climbed onto her knees and threw me off. Huh?

I want to see you fuck me. Face to face." She laid back and spread her legs. Penetration was easier, but not so deep. I couldn't hold myself above her and rub her tits, which flopped around on her chest. I strained to the depths of her pussy, over and over. Then, a few short thrusts, at the opening, followed by more long strokes.

"Even at his best, Leonard was never skilled."

At sex? Limp Leonard the Loser. Couldn't keep Stephanie satisfied.

I increased the speed of our fucking. Stephanie unsuccessfully tried to throw her legs around my waist, but either it was too thick or her legs were too short.

"Oh God. Oh God. Forgive me, but this is glorious! Mr. Marcus, there's nothing wrong with you, nothing at all!"

I was on the verge of a cum explosion. Just a few more strokes, and Stephanie would get my gift.

"Oh! Oh!" Stephanie's eyes shot to the side. "Oh my God!"

I tilted to look. Inga stood in the doorway, wearing shorts and a tank top. She looked older. Bingo - she was wearing make-up, much too much.

"Mama! How could you?" Inga stormed over to the bed, arms waving.

Stephanie shoved me off her belly. "Darling, I can explain."

One glance at Inga's tits, pointed hills under her top, and I shot my load, once, twice. The first strand flew through the air, as if in slow motion, and splattered on Inga's face.

"Uhhhhhh!" Inga ran from the room.

"Wait for me downstairs," Stephanie hollered. "See what you've done!"

"Me?" I shrugged. "You're the one who wanted to check up on me. I just went along for the ride." Although she was the one who'd been ridden.

Stephanie dressed in a hurry and scurried downstairs. The bedroom reeked of sex. That could wait. I slid on a pair of jogging shorts for modesty, and descended the stairs.

The mother and daughter were arguing, presumably about me, or sex, or what they would be having for dinner.

Inga's finger pointed at me. "You let him have sex with my best friend, and then you have sex with him, all the while insisting that I be your good little girl."

"That's right. I don't want you to be soiled by such depravity," replied Stephanie.

"Even though you wallow in it? And what about Dada? Cheating on him is good behavior?" Inga folded her arms and glared.

"Your father and I have, um, a particular situation-"

"Right! He can't get it up!"

Stephanie gasped. "Inga!"

Her daughter approached her mother and put her hands on Stephanie's shoulders. "I just want to know that I'm attractive. That men like me. Is that so bad?"

"But you are attractive!" said Stephanie.

Inga recrossed her arms. "You have to say that. You're my mother."

Stephanie turned to me. "Tell her she's pretty. Please."

I didn't need to be begged. "Inga, you're a beautiful woman."

Inga turned her back. "Just words."

Stephanie tried to hug her daughter, but Inga writhed away.

"Let Mr. Marcus hug me," Inga said.

Stephanie hesitated. "Oh, all right. It's just a hug." She waved me on.

I put my arms around Inga, enveloping her petite body. It felt too good.

"If Mr. Marcus through I was pretty, he'd kiss me," Inga challenged.

"Oh no! No kissing."

Stephanie had seen this slippery slope before, with me and Norma. It led to fucking, something she regretted ever since. Certainly she wouldn't let the same thing happen with her daughter.

"You mean none of this?" Inga wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, banging her face into mine. It was kiss of sorts, more like a head butt on the lips. All of her weight dragged on my neck.

I leaned back to correct our shared center of gravity.

"Inga, get off him!" shouted Stephanie. To me, she directed, "Don't let her fall."

I put my hands under Inga's ass cheeks. The material was soft and smooth. I had to get a grip to hang on. At least, that was the excuse my brain invented.

"I want Mr. Marcus to be my first lover, like he was for Norma." Inga tried to lift one leg, then the other, to wrap herself around me. "Please, Mama."

Every movement threatened our balance. My hands repositioned lower as Inga's shorts slid higher. My fingertips were near Inga's crotch. Through the picture window, I saw a cab pull up. Harriett! "My wife's home." I reluctantly yanked Inga's arms from around my neck and ran upstairs. I grabbed an aerosol odor remover and sprayed around the bedroom. Despite years without, Harriett would remember the smell of sex.

When I jogged back down, Harriett stood with sour expression. She didn't like guests, and she didn't like surprises. Stephanie and Harriett were finishing a handshake. It was Inga's turn.

Harriett strained to be polite. "Nice to meet you. Is there a problem?"

Nice to know Harriett is on my side. 

"No, just finishing the exit interview," said Stephanie. "Inga has completed her ministry, and her teachers need a report.

"I hope Harvey wasn't too rough on you," said Harriett. 

Inga bit her lip. Stephanie smoothed the front of her dress. Harriett shepherded them towards the door. Mother and daughter looked over their shoulders, as they were escorted out. What was Harriett's hurry? 




Service with a Smile Ch. 05



Stephanie's hip buzzed. She stopped short and tilted her pager. "Oh my! 911! I have to get to the hospital immediately."

"I don't want to go there, Mama."

Stephanie turned to face me. Harriett's arm blocked her path. "Mr. Marcus, could you give Inga a ride home?"

Harriett's look was severe. "Dear, I have some things I need to discuss."

"Please, Ms. Marcus." Stephanie put a hand on Harriett's shoulder. "I'd really appreciate it."

Harriett dropped her arm. "Oh, all right. The least I can do after all Inga has done for us."

Not nearly enough, but put the blame on Stephanie. Harriett shouted as the three of us crossed the threshold. "But come straight back, I need to speak with you."

When Inga got into the passenger side of my coupe, her shorts rode up, bunching around her thighs. I exited our neighborhood and accelerated onto a main street. I was anxious to get Inga safe and get back to Harriett's emergency.

I took a long look at my passenger. The top Inga wore was very tight. Obviously she came to my house braless, made up, looking to get laid. What a shock it must have been to see her mother coupled with me-

Inga's shout of "Look out!" brought me out of my reverie.

Traffic was stopped ahead of us. I slammed on the brakes but the distance was too short. I swerved onto the left shoulder. My tires slipped on the gravel. The embankment tilted. My car rolled over and slid, scraping the ground. Inga and I dangled from our seats, belts keeping us aloft. Inga rolled down her window, preparing for escape. Purple sludge flowed in. When Inga released her seatbelt, she plopped down in the sticky liquid. I had no choice, if I wanted to disembark. Somehow, we both crawled out of my overturned car. Oh God! My heart sunk at the totaled wreckage that had been my pride and joy.

Two firemen in head-to-toe covering ran over. "Don't move," said the first.

"Get them in a chemical shower," said the second.

"What's wrong?" My skin began to itch, and my eyes burned.

"A tanker hauling chemical waste overturned and dumped its load," said the first. "No time. Follow me."

Through my tears I saw him grab Inga's hand and hurry us to a plastic tent, four foot square, next to tanks and tubes.

"Get in and strip down," the fireman ordered. "We've got to get that stuff off you." I followed Inga into the tent.

"Toss your clothes through the slit." He unzipped a narrow gap. "We'll hold onto your valuables." I got undressed and did what he said. Although my vision was blurry through uncontrollable tears, I could see Inga's naked body, a foot away. Damn, under other circumstances, this might be pleasant, even erotic.

"The detox is going to be a little cold. Scrub yourselves real good."

A little cold was an underestimate. I couldn't stop shaking. Inga threw herself into my arms. Her body warmth helped. 

"It itches so bad. Get it off me," she pleaded.

I rubbed my hands all over Inga's body. Shit, was I violating Stephanie's rules? No, she'd given me permission just minutes ago to hold her daughter. Inga's hands touched every inch of me, but my penis repeatedly. Damn, this was no place for a sexual encounter. There were firemen outside, waiting for us. My itching and burning subsided. My hands roamed freely over Inga's smooth skin. Her neck, shoulders, breasts. I lingered there, pulling at her nipples. Her stomach and hips, and then down her belly to her crotch. She widened her stance. I flashed my fingers quickly through her slit.

I heard voices outside the tent. "Where's the girl?"

"In the chemical shower."

"And the guy?"

"The same place."

"Who told you to put both of them in the same decontamination unit?"

"You did. You said, 'Get them in a chemical shower.' So I did."

"But they're naked! 

"He's seen his daughter naked before. Hasn't he?"

"Who says she's his daughter?"

"Oh."

"Dummy." His voice raised, just like my prick. "Hey, are you two all right in there?"

"Fine," Inga called out. "Just making sure we get all of that goop off." She thrust her hips forward, legs spread. "Am I clean down there?" Inga's pussy lips spread wide. They were moving, and I heard a voice. It was Stepahnie, the lips saying "Don't even think about it!"

Inga tugged at my erection, then threw her arms around my neck and pulled her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass, to keep us from falling over and destroying the tent.

"Here comes the rinse," a fireman cried.

This water was just as cold as the last. I shivered. My prick slid back and forth along Inga's pussy. My fingertips were dangerously close. She was humping. "Let's do it," she said. "No one will know." She ground her pubic area against mine.

I was so ready to fuck her. My dick was throbbing in anticipation. 

"Take me, like you did Norma. Like you did my mom."

Stephanie's face appeared in my mind, angry, menacing. I pulled Inga off as the rinse ended. Inga came at me for another hug and cuddle, but I held her at arm's length. "You got something for us to wear?" I asked loudly.

A one-piece jump suit came through the upzipped slot. Size small.

"This one is for you." I handed it to Inga, whose pout put her lip two inches past the tip of her nose. Inga was sexy, even in a baggy post-hazmat suit. All of her excessive make-up was gone. Just her lovely, natural complexion. God, she was so beautiful, my heart ached.

Another jump suit appeared through the slot. Mine was extra large. I stepped in and zipped up. The fireman let us out of the tent.

"Any problems?" he asked. "For you or your, uh-"

"My minister?" If Inga performed ministry, that was an appropriate title. "Nope. Can we both get rides home?"

"You should both get checked out first. There's an ambulance parked right over there." His gloved hand pointed.

"Make sure she's okay first." I directed Inga towards the ambulance with my hand at her back. It took a push to get her moving.

"And you?"

"I'm fine. I'll check in with my physician, after I call my insurance agent. Now about that ride?"

"If you're sure." The suited fireman waved to a colleague beyond the taped perimeter.

Inga looked back at me over her shoulder as I followed a fireman to a red sedan. How disappointed she must have been, coming so close to real sex. 

For some reason, I was more afraid of Stephanie than any woman I'd ever met, even though I'd fucked her vigorously. Perhaps it was the contrast with my earliest sexual liaisons, when the parents were almost thrilled I was fucking their daughters. Stephanie was the exact opposite. That's probably why she was still in control. Boy, I hate when that happens!

(To be continued)

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Service with a Smile Ch. 06



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So far: Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. Despite the fact that Inga's mother, Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz, demanded Mr. Marcus keep his hands off her daughter, he's had some very close calls, including a chemical shower in the nude. But the ministry was over, and Mr. Marcus could breathe a sigh of relief. No more Inga to tease or torture him with an unobtainable goal. In your dreams...

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Revenge of the Niece

The fireman dropped me off, still in the once-piece jumpsuit. Somewhere, my rolled-over coupe contaminated with biological waste was sitting, awaiting damage assessment. And lovely Inga's health was being verified by some lucky doctor who wasn't constrained in how and where he touched her. "Return the jumpsuit at your convenience," said the driver.

Harriett came shuffling in from the kitchen as I came through the front door. Her expression was the usual displeased.

"Where have you been?" she asked. "I told you to come straight back after dropping off Inga. I need to talk to you."

Harriett must have been blind. No 'Why are you wearing that?' No questions about me. Only her issue. "I ran off the road, wrecked the car, and got dunked in some hazardous waste. Thank you for asking."

Harriett paused for a moment before replying. "Just remember, if you have to replace that sports coupe of yours, no two seater. Now, come into the kitchen and sit down."

I was pissed at her lack of concern, plus her continued resistance to a two-seat sports car, but intrigued about the burning issue that had to take precedence over everything else. I pulled up a chair and crossed my legs. The jumpsuit material was stiff and scratchy. "So what's up?"

Harriett sat down, knees tight and leaned forward, as if about to spill a secret. "My boss touched me. Sexually." Her hand covered her mouth as the final word escaped her lips.

Her manager Ed touched Harriett? "I always knew that guy was no good. Ever since I caught you two hugging-" I stopped, deciding not to remind her of the episode where I fucked Ed's daughter Erica, with mutual consent of both Ed and Harriett. And of course Erica, who engineered the whole thing.

"As usual, you've got it all wrong." Harriett's face got redder. "Ed was transferred when the company got bought."

I didn't remember knowing that. My expression of cluelessness must have been evident. I got a diet soda from the fridge and sat back down.

"I told you before," Harriett lectured. "Chattanooga Consulting bought out my company. Ed was laid off. He moved his family down to Florida."

Not that I was anxious for a rematch, but Ed's relocation put Erica well beyond casual reach. "So who's your boss now?"

"Ryan Black."

I pulled the pop tab. "No problem. Just file a sexual harassment grievance with Personnel and they'll take care of the shmuck." The fizzy liquid was cold and soothing down my throat.

Harriett's voice went back to stealth volume. "Ryan doesn't have a - shmuck. Ryan is a woman."

Carbonation shot up my nose. I grabbed for a napkin to catch the wrong-way flow. Harriett's new boss, a woman, came on to her? "Damn!"

"Can't you drink soda without making a mess?" She returned to her topic. "Ryan fondled my breast in the elevator, and put her hand between my legs during a strategy session."

That was more action than I'd gotten from Harriett in years. "You can still file a grievance."

Harriett shook her head. "Ryan's been with the company forever. Maybe since the beginning. No one would ever take my word over hers. They only kept me because I've shown great results with my clients. The company is still downsizing. If I make a fuss, I'll be terminated. Ryan has power."

Harriet's salary was making a significant contribution to our retirement nest egg. We needed that money, since all of my schemes to cash in big had fallen apart. All sexual inventions. Definitely a pattern to my thought processes.

"Maybe you could talk with her," she said.

"Me?" What would I say? 'Harriett isn't sexual. Believe me, I know.'?

"Yes. Tell her I can't - I won't do those things. I barely -"

Harriett stopped. She barely what? We hadn't had sex in a long time. Years. Had she and Ed been doing things on their joint trips? I didn't want to know. Hell, I may have driven them together, after they urged, almost demanded, I fuck his daughter Erica.

Harriett continued, "Ryan and I are meeting clients in Nashville this weekend. Immediate family members have been invited for a stay-over. Please. Come down and have a word with Ryan."

I let my head hang, as if it was a difficult decision. Inside, I was composing my plea to Ryan. 'Harriett wants hands off, by men and women.' 'Don't waste your efforts on an ice cube.' 'Take it from me, there's no satisfaction to be had, so don't try.' "All right, if it means that much to you."

"Good." For the first time in a long time, Harriett smiled. "I'll make reservations for this Thursday, so you can sightsee."

I stood. Harriett jumped from her chair and made a move that looked like she was going to hug me. She froze in mid arm opening, turned and walked like a zombie from the room.

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The next day I was back at work. I used Harriett's SUV to drive in. There had been insufficient time for my insurance company to assess the damages on my coupe. I prayed that they'd call it totaled, because a car with that amount of damage is never the same after it's repaired. This I knew from experience. Twice.

I was halfway through my emails and my first cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Mr. Tashun's secretary. Tashun was about three reporting levels above me. When he called, you wanted to be anywhere else. It was a command performance, in his office immediately. I put my suit jacket on and straightened my tie. The elevator made the trip seem like forever. His secretary motioned for me to go right in. Standing next to him was Reese, his niece. No, not again! The last time she visited the office, I assigned her filing, and before the day was over, I was filling her, between her legs.

"Marcus, you remember my niece Reese." Tashun moved around his desk and lowered himself into his custom leather executive chair.

"Of course. How are you?" She'd cut her hair shorter in a flip style. She was tan, accentuating her white smile. It might have been my imagination, but her breasts seemed larger in a ruffled white blouse, and her hips wider in a skirt no more than six inches long. Much more woman than a young lady. Had I been too obvious in my head-to-toe assessment?

"Fine, now that you're here." She smiled, and gave me a wink undetectable by her uncle.

"Marcus, Reese is going to take an intern position at the company. Her first assignment is in Sales."

My job was technical planning. I'd never done sales, and wasn't about to start. "That's nice. Do you want me to arrange for a laptop?" Allocating and handling personal computing was not my job either, but if Tashun wanted me to handle it-

"Reese is going to visit one of our customers a couple of hours south. A day trip. She has to deliver some bad news. They'll be getting no more discounts."

My eyes darted back and forth. "And you need me for?"

"I offered my lead salesman to accompany her, but she picked you. I don't get it."

I did. She got "it" from me last time she visited. All eight inches of "it". Maybe she was looking for seconds. I turned to Reese. "I won't be any help at all. I'm not familiar with our rate structures, and I won't be any good answering questions-"

"That's what I said," blurted Tashun.

First time a senior executive and I agreed on anything.

"I won't need help with those things. I don't know Mr. Hotshot Sales. But I know you. I'll be more comfortable if you come." She lowered herself into a side chair, facing me. One knee crossed in front of the other. The skirt rose.

She knew me. Biblically. And sure as I stood there, she'd eventually demand that I cum, in or on or with her, somehow."

"So it's settled." Tashun's attended to the papers on his desk, like we weren't there.

Except we still were. "Just one thing." My voice quivered. "I'm using my wife's car while mine is in the shop-"

"No problem." Without looking up at me, he reached into his drawer and threw me a set of keys. "Take one of the cars in the motor pool. It'll be good for you to get out of the office. You're looking pale, Marcus."

Maybe it was the circumstances, or in comparison to Reese's tan, or maybe blood was collecting in my dick. "Yes sir."

Reese stood and jogged around the desk to give her uncle a hug. He shied away, as if her touch was poison. Then she exited the office first, her ass swaying.

"I need to call home," I said.

Reese swiped the keys from my palm. "Fine. I'll meet you in the garage."

I called Harriett from my office as I shuffled papers on my desk into piles. "I have to take a day trip downstate."

"Not with my car, you don't."

That's my Harriett, always cooperative. "I'm taking a company car and leaving yours here. Ask Clara, the new neighbor, to give you a lift." As soon as I made the suggestion, I wanted to take it back. Harriett and Clara alone in a car? Bad idea. Clara had recruited me to teach her female relatives about sex. "Take a cab. I'm parked on level five."

"I'll ask Juliet McCarthy."

Even worse! I'd fucked Juliet. At least, I hadn't had sex with Clara. This was one circumstance I couldn't control. "Whatever you want."

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When I got to the basement garage, it was simple to find our car. Reese had the hood open. She was bent over, showing legs all the way up to the lower curve of her ass cheeks. No visible panties so I supposed a thong. I made noise so I didn't startle her.

"Just checking things out," she said.

So was I.

Reese slammed the hood and crossed to the passenger door. She held a printed map of how to get to Williams Enterprises. It was almost all highway, and then a couple of blocks to the facility.

Reese opened the manila folder in her lap. "Let's see the Williams price schedule," she purred. While she reviewed the numbers, she tapped one bare foot on the dashboard. For an hour, my eyes alternated between watching the road and Reese's legs, exposed to her groin. The micromini skirt was not much more than a wide belt around her thin waist. The white thong molded to her pussy, in stark contrast to her tan.

We parked in front of Williams Enterprises, a two-story box in beige brick. The CEO's secretary guided us to a conference room adjacent to Mr. William's office, assuming the CEO and the company had the same name. After a short wait, the boss arrived in a dark blue pinstriped suit. A tad overweight, he advanced to shake my hand but stopped in mid-stride, his head whipping ninety degrees, his eyes focused on Reese. An abrupt turn of his wingtips, and he was facing Reese. "Harold Williams the Third," he bellowed. Wait until I tell him that his discount is disappearing. How loud will he get then? Reese got his handshake, which was more of a caress. After all, handshakes don't go up to the elbow.

"What can I do for you, young lady?" he asked.

Had I been demoted to just chauffeur? I was Tashun's designated substitute, not niece Reese. But she had the power, all right - to melt men's minds. Mr. Third squatted into a conference chair at the head of the table, his usual place. Reese sat next to him, and I sat behind her. My view was obstructed, but not his.

"My uncle, Richard Tashun, send us -" She gestured at me over her shoulder but Williams' eyes didn't follow her hand. "- down here to explain our new pricing structure." She pulled the pages from her purse. They were bent and crinkled, hardly professional, more like a section of last week's newspaper. 

Williams took them and put them on the table. Not even a peek at the new cost figures, just Reese's figure. His knee bounced with anticipation. What did he think was going to happen, with me there?

Reese crossed her legs, and Williams stared at her crotch, for a pantie shot. 

Jokes on him, I thought. She's barely got a g-string.

"They're going up," she said.

I would have bet anything so was he. Williams pressed his palm down to stop the bouncing. "How much?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to deliver the bad news but Reese spoke first. "Harvey, why don't you go for a walk and let me explain things to Mr. Williams?"

She was dismissing me? Me? Who was she to -

"Yeah, Harvey, let the little lady and I have a moment so I can absorb the impact on my business. There will be an impact, won't there?" His grin was the wolf's in Red Riding Hood. His leg resumed bouncing.

Was he expecting to fuck Reese, right there in his conference room, in the middle of the day, on an empty stomach? But if he jammed his dick into her, her belly wouldn't be completely empty. "All right." I skulked out of the room. 

"And close the door so we'll have some privacy," he ordered.

I sat in a side chair along the wall outside the conference room. Moans and groans and an occasional muffled yelp forced me to pull at my collar. His secretary seemed oblivious to the shenanigans going on behind me, her face inches from her flat screen monitor. The louder the sounds, the faster she typed. Perhaps this had happened before, and she was blocking. I didn't know what they were doing, and didn't want to know. Is this why Tashun sent his niece with me? To fuck a good customer physically before we fuck him financially?

The door opened and Reese came out, her make-up a bit smudged and wobbling a bit in her heels. Mr. Williams' shirt was barely in his pants, one telltale shirt tale caught in his zipper. Reese had done something to him. What had he done to her?

"Thanks for the visit. Stop by anytime." He waved the new price sheets, red in the face.

I couldn't believe it. Reese had done what I couldn't, and I don't mean physically. It wasn't ethical or business-like, but she got the job done. And just maybe, she'd be satisfied enough not to turn her sexual attention to me.

On the way out of Williams Enterprises visitor space, Reese broke the silence. "See, I'm pretty good at negotiating."

"Oh yeah? And just what did you trade for what?"

"The old fart got the best blowjob of his life, and we got no complaints about the new pricing." Reese folded her arms across her chest. "You couldn't have done that."

I could have, but I don't go down on guys. "You're right. Your uncle will be pleased." I entered the highway. In less than an hour, running above the speed limit, we'd be back at the office, and I'd be done with Reese, for now.

"Damn right," she said. "Uncle Stubby won't have any complains."

Ah yes, as Reese informed me previously, Mr. Tashun is not very well endowed, penis-wise.

"Can you turn up the air. I'm really hot."

In that outfit, there was no quibble. I turned the air conditioning knob, and the engine sputtered. One of the unlabeled idiot lights was on. Idiot must have referred to the dashboard designer who decided to save a penny's worth of ink. We coasted down the next exit ramp, through a stop sign, and into a gas station. The car at rest, I tried the key, but the engine coughed.

A short discussion and a quick examination under the hood by a greasy attendant identified a blown hose as the culprit. 

"Blown hose?" Reese giggled.

"I can getcha a new one tomorrow," the mechanic slurred. "There's a motel about a block down."

Sure enough, the only tall building in sight was the motel, if you call two stories "tall."

I used a pay phone on the wall of the gas station to make two calls. First, to Harriett.

"What? The car died? Oh, Harvey, how could you?"

Like a company car blowing a hose, getting stranded with Reese was my fault. Can't she understand that I didn't will the car to overheat.

"This couldn't have happened at a worse time. I'm leaving tomorrow, and we should talk about what you're going to tell Ryan."

"Just trust me, for once, okay?"

"Well, get home as soon as you can. I want to see what clothes you're taking. I don't want you to make a bad impression -"

I heard a doorbell in the background.

"Damn it, someone's here. Please, Harvey, Hurry home." She hung up.

Harriett never swears, and almost never says "Please." Ryan had her spooked.

My second call was to Tashun.

"Mr. Tashun's office."

"This is Harvey Marcus. Can I please speak with -"

"This is Tashun. Where in the hell are you?"

"Manteno. The company car broke down, and they can't get the parts until tomorrow. Your niece and I are -"

"How did the meeting go? You didn't lose them as client, did you? Tell me we can count on their business."

"They agreed to the increase." Reese winked. Williams probably didn't even notice. "Reese presented the -"

"Oh God, I almost forgot. Is Reese okay?" asked Tashun. "Her mother is a worry wart. Put her on."

I only heard Reese's side of the conversation, but that was enough. "Mr. Marcus was completely in charge, Uncle Dick. You should have seen him in action. Uh-huh. Thanks, Uncle Dick. I'm sure he'll keep me happy." Reese handed me the receiver.

"Marcus, you give my niece anything she asks for, you hear me? Her own room, expensive dinner, whatever she wants. If she's upset when you get back, it's your job!"

I stammered, "Bbbbut -"

Tashun interrupted, "I don't care what she asks for or how much it costs. I'll get holy hell from my sister if she complains about her first day of work. Charge everything to the company."

You don't tell a guy like Tashun that you don't have the status to warrant a company credit card. I'm too far down the food chain. I file expenses afterwards and hope I get paid quickly.

"Anything she wants. Yes sir."

Reese complained every step that her heeled shoes were not meant for walking. I was going to ask why she wore them, but we both knew the answer. Her ass wobbled invitingly as she strutted in the heels, making a statement about her body and her sexuality. She wore them because they made her look hotter. Williams might not have gotten a look, but he got something better. Hands on. "You don't have to carry me, but I'd like it."

I put one hand around her back, the other under her legs. She wasn't all that light, and I could just imagine my back going out. Our only choice was the Manteno Motel, which looked like a failed Holiday Inn by its architecture and color scheme. Hardly high class. I staggered into the lobby backwards, turned, and placed Reese down gently on the corduroy sofa.

The clerk squinted at us when we approached the Reception Desk. "Don't tell me. One night, king bed. So, what is she now? Friend of your daughter?"

"No, my boss's niece."

"Never heard that one before. So was I right, about your stay?"

"Yeah, one night, until my car is fixed."

The clerk snorted and tossed his head. "You guys are all the same." He handed me a key.

So, we had been assessed as May/December lovers, stopping in for a quickie. He had no clue. 




Service with a Smile Ch. 06



Reese limped along beside me to our room. Once inside, she plopped on he bed. "I feel dirty. Don't you?"

I hadn't just given a blowjob. "I wish I had toiletries and fresh clothes for tomorrow."

Reese continued. "Maybe you should join me in the shower, to help me keep my balance?"

"No thanks. But wash up if it will make you feel better."

"There's only one thing that will make me feel better." Reese rubbed her stomach. Each circular motion exposed more and more perfectly flat tanned stomach. Her legs were stretched. She rotated her feet, to test her ankle. "We don't have to eat, but I'm starving. Be a dear and go get some food."

"I'd be happy to buy lunch." I checked my watch. "A late lunch." Anything in particular?

"As long as we're stranded here, let's break all the rules. Something greasy. Burger. Fries." She stuck out her chest and undulated. "Milk shake." That deserved a giggle. "Meanwhile, I'll clean up. Sure you don't want to join me?" She pouted.

I felt no obligation to have sex with Reese. Maybe a small urge, but no obligation. "We passed a joint down the block. I'll carry out from there."

As I passed through the lobby, the attendant gave me a puzzled stare. What did he think, that we'd be rolling around the bed by now? No way. Yes, Reese and I had sex during her last visit, but I was in a precarious position and she took advantage. I could say "No" now and mean it.

The hash slinger filled the brown paper bag. Grease stains blossomed from its contents. A cardboard cup holder balanced one milk shake and one diet cola.

As I made my way back through the lobby with our meal, the desk clerk stood up. "She really your boss's niece? You really stranded?"

"You won't find my car in your lot. No luggage sometimes means no luggage. Think about it."

When I put the food on the round side table in our room, the trickle of the shower stopped. Reese was certainly naked behind the door. I thought about my double Swiss cheese burger with bacon and drooled.

Reese opened the bathroom door a crack and called out. "Back already? Great, I'm starving. Afterwards, we don't have to watch TV together, but I'd like to."

"Sure, no problem." I found the remote on the end table next to the bed. When I turned around, Reese was standing in the bathroom doorway. 

One towel was wrapped around her head. A second was tied around her chest, and a third around her waist. "Sorry, but the towels here are so small. I use a bath sheet at home. I hope you're not mad I used them all."

Better that than having her expose herself. "I'll go down and ask for more towels."

"Or I could blow dry you." She smiled. More like blowjob me, I thought. Just like Williams.

"Sit down and eat."

Reese hobbled over to the table and plopped down in one of the chairs. She ripped the brown bag open. Two wax bags of fries spilled onto the table. She swiped one of the sandwiches and peeled back the wrapping.

"Mine is the-" Before I could finish, Reese had my double Swiss with bacon firmly between her teeth. I pulled the single with pickles from the bottom of the bag and toyed with it while Reese ravaged my sandwich. She only paused to rip open ketchup packets, stuff wads of fries between her lips, or to suck streams of frosty strawberry shake down her throat.

Before I finished half of the modest sandwich, she'd finished the burger, most of the fries and half the shake. A large burp punctuated her feast. She raised fingertips to her lips. "Sorry. I don't get the chance to pig out like that very often. Have to maintain my figure."

For the first time since we sat down, I looked at Reese. The towel around her hips was split at the side, showing a full expanse of leg all the way up to her hip. Looking at Reese was a lot more entertaining than eating my uninspired burger. When I raised my eyes to her face, red stains dotted her lips and chin. "You've got ketchup on your face."

"Thanks." She pulled the upper towel to her lips to wipe off the accidental condiments. When she was done, the towel fell back, lower from having been loosened. Her chest was evenly tan, with unsightly bathing suit marks. The top curves of her breasts were on display. "I might be able to stand without your help but I'd like some."

I left fries and the remainder of my sandwich on the table and stood. As I took her arm, Reese lifted herself, holding firmly onto me for support. The chest towel slipped. Reese grabbed it, but lost her footing. I threw my hand around her waist. Reese grabbed the top towel, preventing it from falling. It hung loose in front of her body. My arm dislodged the hip towel. Reese threw her hand onto her belly. Now she was covered by two towels waving in front of her.

"I should reassemble these," she said. Reese hiphopped back into the bathroom. Her shapely legs and round ass were on full display. Still no white, not even from a g-string bottom. She must have gotten her tan in the nude.

Reese returned from the bathroom in two towels. She'd abandoned the one on her head. Her brunette hair was wild and stringy. It reminded me of a porn star after a sweaty sex romp. Thinking about sex was too natural, with Reese draped in easily dislodged linens.

"What's on?" she asked. 

I looked down at the remote control in my hand. "We don't have a TV guide. Care to channel surf?"

"I'd rather talk." Reese half-sat, half-laid on the foot of the bed. I was treated to a partial view of her right breast and the full-length exposure of her leg. Sideways, the towel drooped, so part of her groin was exposed. It wouldn't take much motion at all for the towel to unwrap completely. Then what?

I had a curiosity that had been driving me crazy since we'd met. "Okay. Tell me about your relationship with your uncle."

"Uncle Dick? Not much to tell. Two years ago, just before that stupid Take Your Offspring To Work thing, I'd broken up with my boyfriend. I was so horny, I'd have fucked a doorknob. So, I walked in on Uncle Dick when we were home alone one night. I wore this transparent nighty that showed off, well, everything. It didn't take much to get him undressed. Unfortunately, he isn't very well equipped. I think that's why he has this big boss persona at work, to make up for his skimpy manhood."

"He does tend to come on strong." I'd never known anybody to cross Tashun.

"Except with me. Anyway, after we did it, which was completely unsatisfying by the way, I threatened to tell my dad the whole story, how Uncle Dick seduced and raped me. My dad is the real power in the family."

"So, you blackmailed your uncle? For what purpose?"

"Just to be in control. To get what I want. That's what he ordered you, right? To give me whatever I asked?" She raised one knee. Her thigh and buttock were smooth and brown.

"That's what he said, but that's not what he meant."

"Are you sure?" Reese laughed, which shook the towel on top. It sagged more, exposing her cleavage and one pert nipple. "I won't do that to you."

"What? Blackmail? Why not?"

"'Cause you're not a dinky dick like uncle. You filled me up. Speaking of which, we don't have to do fuck, but -"

"I know. You'd like to." Last year, Reese had me pinned under a stack of boxes, ready to topple. With my hands occupied, she'd nibbled my dick and positioned herself to take me from behind. I was in no such position now. I had a choice.

Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Reese said. She slid off the bed. The towels unknotted, so she held the towels in front of her and peered through the peephole. When she bent, her bloated pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs. "Looks like a girl scout."

Reese was no girl scout, but she was always trying to earn a merit badge in sex. Since when did Girl Scouts go door to door in motels?

Reese opened the door a few inches. "Yeah?"

"Is this Mr. Marcus's room?"

It was Inga's voice. I bolted for the bathroom. What was she doing here? And if Inga opened her big mouth, what would Reese tell her uncle?

"What do you want with Harvey?"

"I need to see him, real bad."

Reese opened the door. "Harvey, it's for you."

I peeked out from the edge of the bathroom door. "Inga?"

"Mr. Marcus. Your wife said your car broke down." Inga's attention turned to the mostly naked young woman who'd answered the door. "What is she doing here? Were you two having sex?"

"Of course not. Our car broke down and Reese and I, by the way, this is Reese, my boss's niece, she just finished a shower -"

Reese posed with one finger at her lip. "I was really dirty."

"Yes, and I got us some food. So, why did you come looking for me?"

"Mama said I had to apologize, in person."

"For what?" Oops. Too late to take that question back.

"For asking you to have sex with me, and throwing myself at you at your house, and again in the chemical shower."

Reese began to giggle.

"You told her all of that?" I asked.

"I always tell the truth," said Inga.

Reese couldn't hold back from commenting. "Wait a second. This lovely young lady offered herself to you, and you refused?"

I nodded. "You don't know her mother."

"But I know you. You like fucking young women."

"He fucked my best friend, Norma." Inga took a deep breath. "And my mother."

Reese's jaw dropped, and her top towel slipped. She hefted the towel back up, covering her cleavage. "Naughty Harvey. Shacking up with everyone except - what's your name?"

"Inga."

"Yes, getting physical with everyone except Inga. And I bet she has a killer body under those awful clothes. Show us, sweetheart. Show Harvey here what he's missing."

I jumped in to prevent a disaster. "Inga, I accept your apology. You can go back and tell your mother -"

"Maybe you didn't hear me," said Reese. "Inga doesn't have to get undressed-" Reese paused, then enunciated clearly, "but I'd like her to." Reese's lower towel was tucked between her thighs. Now both legs were exposed to the hip.

Inga looked at us both. I shrugged my shoulders. Reese and I stood side by side as Inga unbuttoned and unzipped until her bra, blouse, skirt, stockings and panties were on the floor. Her naked body, so desirable yet so off limits, was familiar to me. I was rock hard, and determined not to violate Stephanie's edict.

"Now that's what I call sexy. Petite but sexy. Doesn't Inga turn you on?" Reese tossed her hip my way.

I didn't respond. Reese reached toward my crotch. I swiveled, avoiding contact. But both of them saw my erection pushing at my zipper.

"You don't have to undress, Harvey, but I'd like you to."

So there I was. Reese was going to force me to have sex with Inga, or she'd make up something bad and tell Uncle Dick, who'd bust me down a level or erase my bonus or even fire me. I took off my clothes. My erection was no surprise.

"Do you do everything she says?" asked Inga.

I nodded feebly.

Inga directed her request to Reese. "Then make him have sex with me."

"As good as done. Lay down, Harvey. Missy, get above him."

Inga straddled my groin. With the tips of her fingers, she positioned me at her pussy.

"Hang on. Are you ready?" asked Reese.

Inga scratched her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you moist enough to take that thing? It's probably bigger than any of your previous-"

Inga's voice was a whisper. "I don't have any previous. Mr. Marcus will be my first lover."

'You mean good old Harvey is going to bust your cherry? Marvelous! Let's make sure you're ready for the main event. Lay back."

Inga rolled to the side.

"Okay, Harvey, go down on the young lady."

I had to try and avert the inevitable. "Reese, you want this for yourself, don't you?" I wagged my erection. "Come here and we'll give Inga a demonstration of how it's supposed to be done. She'll get educated and you'll get a good fucking. How about it?"

Reese took a second to decide. "We have all night for us. Get her ready, and then do it."

I spread Inga's knees and moved my face forward. Her cunt was a simple slit. I licked and Inga jumped. "I barely did anything." I stuck out my tongue and slid it across. Inga shivered. I thrust my tongue into the slit.

"Oooooooooh!" Inga's legs clamped down on my head, just like her pussy clamped down on my tongue.

"You've got a really sensitive one there, Harvey. Maybe you'd best move on."

I rolled onto my back, my prick firm and throbbing. Was I really going to finally have sex with Inga? "I'm not sure this is going to work." What would Stephanie say when she found out? From Inga!

Reese provided coaching from the side of the bed. "Get above him. Good. Now, gently put it in. Spread yourself."

"Ok, I'll try." Inga wedged the tip of my prick against her lips and pushed. "It won't fit."

"Sure it will. Just command your cunt to open."

Inga angled her hips forward and spread her pussy. With a firmer grip on my firm penis, she pulled me. With an excruciatingly slow slide against taut flesh, the head of my dick popped past. "I did it." Inga pride was reflected in her chest, pert nipples at full attention. How long ago had they been "innies"?

I was about to recommend we take it slow, given how tight she was. Before I could say anything, Inga began to convulse. Her hips jerked and mine followed. My dick was in a flesh vice grip. I couldn't go deeper, but I couldn't escape either. Inga's arms flailed at her sides, her head tossing. She gurgled incoherently, her eyes rolled back, her tongue flashing out from her mouth at random. Was Inga having a seizure? Her body went stiff, then relaxed, and went stiff again. Was she having multiple orgasms, just from the head of my dick? One last time she froze, every muscle in her body constricted. Then she fell back. An audible pop documented our separation. 

She laid back, breathing again, her perfect nipples thrusting up with each breath. "God, Norma was right. Sex is awesome."

"That wasn't sex." Reese's tone was spiteful. "That was, well, that was -nothing."

"But I put it in, just like you said."

"Riiight. But that's just the starting point." Reese dropped her towels. 

She'd never been on display, nude, in front of me before, even though we'd fucked on a ladder a year ago. The all-over tan was extremely sexy. From memory, her hips had widened and her breasts seemed bigger.

"Let me demonstrate how you're supposed to do it." Reese straddled my groin, taking Inga's place. Inga moved along side, as observer. "We don't have to have sex, but, oh, you know the drill."

What was I supposed to do? Tashun had ordered me to give Reese what she wanted. And, deep down inside, he knew what she'd ask for. The same thing she asked him for two years ago - a good fucking. Besides, could I deny Inga a lesson? My erection was looking for satisfaction. And Reese and I had done the deed before. Why not a reprise? "Drill away."

Reese straddled me. Her pussy lips were extended, hanging down from her crotch. She took my dick in hand and placed the head between the fleshy folds. She had a much easier time of it than Inga. I was certain Reese hadn't been celibate since our last encounter. Reese squatted, and I was inside.

"That's what I did," said Inga. "And then, my body went crazy."

"Yeah. Freaky," said Reese. "The next part is taking the whole thing inside. Like this." Reese lowered herself, moaning, taking almost all eight inches, maybe an inch short of full penetration.

"How did you do that?" asked Inga. "I could barely get the tip in."

"A woman's vagina stretches to fit the man's penis." Reese was moving up and down.

"Is that what you do? Let it side in and out?"

"Precisely. In and out. Oh God. Shallow and deep."

"Now I see. Get off. I'll try to do it right this time."

"Not yet, sweetheart," said Reese. "I'm not done."

Inga tugged at Reese, who ignored the yanks. "But you said I could-"

"And I gave you a shot, didn't I?" Reese was undulating back and forth, caressing my prick with her velvety pussy. Had she felt this good last year? I'd been so concerned about being buried in an avalanche of old documents, I wasn't concentrating on the feelings.

The impact of Inga throwing herself onto Reese's back was twofold. One, I exhaled sharply, and struggled to catch my breath with two females stacked on top of me. Second, my cock smashed into Reese's pussy all the way.

"Mr. Marcus is supposed to have sex with me, not you," shouted Inga. "And I'm not a freak!"

"And I told you I'm not done with him yet." Reese bucked, tossing Inga off her back and onto the floor.

While Reese assaulted my groin with hers, Inga got dressed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Fucking you," said Reese. "Geeeesh."

"I meant Inga," I said. "Hold on."

Inga opened the door. "I know when I'm not wanted." 

She was wrong. I wanted her very much, but warnings from her mother got in the way. Plus an abnormally tight and sensitive cunt.

"Wait. Please."

"Yeah, honey, you can have him next." Reese's comment was punctuated with a laugh and a moan. Inga slammed the door. Reese stopped bouncing and ground her pussy hard against me. "God, you have a great dick!"

I held Reese's hips and began my own series of slow thrusts, pulling her up and then letting her fall back against me. "You don't have to, but you might as well enjoy it."

Reese smiled. "So what department do you work in?"

It seemed nonsensical for Reese and I to have a conversation during the sex act, but I went along. "Technical planning."

"Sounds interesting. Maybe I'll ask Uncle Dick to transfer me. I could work under you." She kept humping. "Or above you."

"But there's a ton of training for my job." I could have calculated the number of years if I hadn't been in a woman. "There's so much to learn-"

For the first time that day, Reese kissed me. Tenderly, with moist lips, completely opposite from the pummeling our sex organs were taking. Was this sex to her, or something more?

"You're a good teacher. And you already know my skills."

I thought about bringing Reese to meetings with internal clients when I had bad news to deliver. 'Bob, the project is late, but Reese here will suck your dick.' 'Bill, there's been a cost overrun of $500,000 but Reese will give you a world-class lap dance.' The idea of Reese as the solution to hostile clients was hilarious and erotic. 

"Plus, I have a trick." Reese's face contorted. Her cunt muscles rippled, up and back, as if a vibrator was massaging my prick. I came with a slow steady stream, rather than a blast.

"Felt good, huh?" Reese jumped off my prone body and danced over to the cold food and half-drunk milk shake. "Are you going to finish your burger?" 

I joined her at the table, still nude. After all, I'd need sustenance for the rest of the night. The thought of Inga's sudden departure gave me excess stomach acid. Would she report back that, when she came to apologize, I fucked her? How would Stephanie react to that news? Suddenly, both my sexual and dietary appetites vanished.

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An Original H M Tale 

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Service with a Smile Ch. 07 Pt. 01



WARNING:

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Previous: Mr. Marcus's boss's niece accompanies Marcus on a trip downstate to deliver bad news to a customer. Reese gave the customer a blowjob, and was about to demand a fuck from Marcus when Inga showed up. Marcus got just the top of his dick into Inga before she multiple orgasmed. She left, humiliated, while Reese finished the job. Harriett disclosed that her new boss, a woman named Rianne (pronounced Ryan), touched her in inappropriate ways, and pleaded for Mr. Marcus to accompany her on a trip to Nashville and set Rianne straight.

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After the company car was repaired, Reese and I completed our trip back to Chicago. I got a warm kiss goodbye in the company garage before Reese left. "Now that I'm working here, we can see - and do - each other regular."

I'd never given any serious thought to an ongoing affair. The random and frequent one-offs with Annie's friends, affectionate neighbors and willing strangers had kept me sexually satisfied. Did I really want that kind of relationship with Reese, especially given that she was Tashun's niece?

I used the company car to get home, since Harriett had taken our only working vehicle from the company lot. I wondered if the insurance agent had decided between "fix or don't fix" yet. There was one call on the answering machine at home, not from our insurance guy but from Clara across the street. She said she wanted to "introduce me" to one of nieces, coming in to visit the following week, and what day might I be available. "Introduce" was Clara's codeword for "fuck." I erased the message. How many nieces did Clara have, anyway?

The primary purpose for me making the trip to Nashville was to confront Harriett's new boss Ryan (I learned it was spelled Rianne by reading Harriett's notes, scattered on the dining room table) about her sexual approach to my wife. Basically, Harriett wanted me to stop what she considered harassment without getting her fired. Harriett tried to spin it positive for me. "You can get away from the drudgery and put some color in your cheeks." Ah yes, the dull and petty existence of having sex with young women, where the color in my cheeks comes from pumping into their tight pussies until I'm exhausted.

Because of the delay from downstate, packing for Nashville was an immediate priority. I checked the Internet for a weather forecast. Bright and sunny, unseasonably warm. Harriett said we'd be at a waterfront resort. I didn't know of any lakes near Nashville, but took Harriett at her word. To the best of my knowledge, she'd never lied to me. I packed accordingly, including a pair of baggy swim trunks. The tight ones always failed to conceal my dick, especially when I'd get an erection. Around a beach with bikinis and scantily clad women, getting a hard-on was a certainty.

On the plane, I finally read the itinerary Harriett had prepared. Although she and Rianne were meeting in downtown Nashville, family members were directed to Nashville Dunes, a brand new resort built on a man-made lake about an hour out of town. Sitting alone, I began to fantasize about Harriett's old boss Ed and his daughter Erica. I'd fucked her, not only with his permission but with his pleading. The only question remaining was, had he? Erica had been determined and must have gotten him in a compromising position by now. Confronting him just as he got out of the shower? Spilling a quart of milk down the front of his pajamas and then wiping it up with a nearby dishtowel? My mind swam at the possibilities. Too bad they were down in Florida. She would have been a terrific distraction.

After I landed, I shared a shuttle bus with other resort-goers. The landscape was rolling and gorgeous. Just around one of the hills, we arrived at Nashville Dunes. My mind couldn't comprehend how much it must have cost to build the hotel, a massive curving structure, let alone excavate and construct a lake and import sand.

When I tried to check in, the desk clerk told me that I'd have to wait until our entire party arrived. In the meantime, I was offered the use of a room to change clothes and enjoy the facilities as compensation for my inconvenience. While Rianne and Harriett were at their client meeting, I took advantage, changed into my bathing trucks (no, not the octopus ones from Clara!) and perused the pool. Several women looked tempting, but they were all with gentlemen, or at least, male companions. 

I opened the gate to the beach, which crawled with locals peddling their cheap merchandise. Evidently, the resort had shared access to the lake itself, which allowed undesired peddlers to hawk their goods legally. As I left the confines of the resort and stepped out onto the sand, a bent gentleman with dreadlocks handed me a coupon. GOOD FOR ONE JETSKI RIDE. I thanked him and sauntered along the beach. Fancy watches for $10 or less, designer bags for $15. Further down the beach was a pier, for the water adventures. Parasailing? No thanks; I'm afraid of heights. Fishing? Boring.

I showed the jet ski pass to several proprietors, but all I got were negative headshakes. Seems the pass was good for a weekend ride, and it was Thursday. Just my luck. 

It was the sign that caught my eye, followed immediately by the attire of the owner/operator. PARK N' RIDE, BEST F##KIN' JETSKI RIDE ON THE PIER. She wore an abbreviated park ranger outfit: The hat seemed authentic, from which blonde hair flowed. Her top was a standard off-green shirt, sleeves removed, tied under her breasts, which filled out the shirt nicely. Instead of pants, a short skirt of matching color completed the outfit. No boots or shoes of any kind on nicely shaped legs. She was built well enough to be the lead model in a Playboy feature, "Women of the Park Service." Except, she was only pretending. Mirrored sunglasses hid her eyes from mine. Was she checking out my package?

"What makes your ride so special?" I knew from her sign, but I wanted her to say the obscured word, out loud.

Her head nodded a bit, as if she was scanning me from head to toe. If she checked out my crotch, even the baggy one I wore, she would have seen that I had an erection. Her smile made me suspect she appreciated my physiological response to her exhibition.

"My jet ski is a custom job. No seat. We ride standing up."

The handlebars were mounted higher on her vehicle than the others nearby. There were two places on the floor with straps. One, for the operator, at the far edges of the board. Which meant that she would have her legs spread. The other straps were for the passenger, closer together and immediately behind where the operator would stand. A perfect arrangement for doggie style. How could she get away with such a blatantly suggestive offer? I showed her my free pass.

"That's no good anywhere." She lifted her mirrored sunglasses and took an obvious look at my crotch. I pushed my hips forward as I straightened my posture. She swallowed hard. "Except here. Climb on, Oscar."

So I was getting a complimentary ride because of my Wiener? I could live with that. I hoped she could.

Blondie tossed her hat. It spun around on one of the pier pilings before settling. Two points! She extended her hand. I didn't know if it was for shaking or helping me aboard. "Names Falen."

She turned her back and planted her feet in the outer stirrups. "Your turn. Don't rock the boat."

It wasn't a boat, it was a jet ski, but I understood. I wedged my feet in the rear ones, putting me behind her. Close enough that with no effort at all, our bodies were touching.

"Ready to ride? Hang on."

There were no grips for the passenger. I reached for the only part of the jet ski available - the handlebars, or whatever they're called. 

Falen slapped at my hand. "I'm the driver, you're the passenger. Got it? Here we go." She revved the engine, and we took off, perpendicular to the pier, straight out into the lake. I threw my arms around Falen's waist. That made my arms a shelf for her tits and stuck my dick against her ass. With every bump, I either rubbed or poked her with my prick.

"Enjoying the ride?" she asked over her shoulder. "I am."

Sure, just like every other woman who'd sampled my sausage. I looked back towards the pier and shoreline. The sun worshipers were like ants. I couldn't see them, so they couldn't see us. Okay, good a time as any for the promised fucking. I slid one hand down, between her thighs and cupped her mound.

"What are you doing?" She slapped my hand, which remained in place.

What a tease. She knew perfectly well. "Taking advantage of your unique service." I reached under her skirt, slipping my fingers into her panties. On the next wave, I slid my hand down the outside of her thigh, taking her panties with them.

"Hey! Stop that!"

Was she used to pulling her panties aside for her fucking clients? I found that inconvenient and chafing. As Falen steadied our course, I slid my trunks to my ankles. My erection rebounded under her skirt. The uneven movement poked my erection at the junction of her thighs. 

"What's wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert?"

"I'm getting us ready for that fucking-good ride you promised." I glanced over her shoulder. My dick was sticking out between her thighs. I rocked back and forth.

"You took that literally? It's just a marketing slogan. We can't - oh God - you thought -" The motion of the jet ski humped us back and forth, sawing her pussy against my prick. "God, you're so big - I don't know if - We can't -"

"Sure we can. Your sign promised."

The action was under the cover of her skirt, but I felt naughty as our genitals toyed with each other. I squatted so the head of my dick was pointed up at her pussy.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "You're really going to -"

"No, we are." I reached around and slid one finger along the crease, parting her outer lips. One good bounce, and I'd penetrate.

"Oh shit!" Her thighs were naturally spread. Was she a willing participant in this mutual adventure? "Hang on!" she shouted. "Rough water ahead." 

Pleasure boats had left churn in their wake. Falen had no choice but to attack choppy waves and drive through them, bouncing us. My dick, no longer in position for penetration, was pummeling her crotch. Did she want sex, or just repeated incidental contact? It was my turn to make a choice. I slid one hand from her waist down past her belly. I caught my prick poking past her cunt, bent lower, and nestled the head against her pussy so on the next bump, I'd be in. It was now Falen's choice.

"I can't believe it. We're really going to-"

On the next series of impacts, the jet ski rebounded. Our bodies jerked up. When we came down, my dick thrust up, pushing me into her pussy. 

"Oh God. I've never had a ride like this!" she cried.

I agreed, although her skirt zipper was jabbing me. I slid the zipper down. Except the skirt unzipped completely and flew off into the water. With her groin exposed, I used one hand to play with her pussy from the front as I attacked from the rear. Falen's driving became erratic, jerking our direction from one random heading to the next. 

Her breasts thumped against my arm, and they deserved attention as well. I untied the knot that held her shirt on and her breasts enclosed.

"What now?"

I thought the answer was obvious, as my hands groped her breasts. Holding her tits was so much better than holding her waist. Her shirt flapped against my face. She was reaching back, either to touch me or gather her shirt tales to retie her top. The jet ski changed direction again. We were heading towards shore, and getting mighty close. The people's faces were distinct, so if I could see them, they could see us. Falen's attempt to get her shirt closed backfired, as the shirt slipped off her arm. It fluttered from one shoulder, then plastered itself across my face. 

I felt the jet ski swerve ninety degrees, which would have put us parallel with the shore. We must have gotten close, because I heard catcalls and whistles. People on the beach were cheering us on. I wondered how many dozens of bathers witnessed two adults, fucking on a jet ski? I did my best to hide her breasts with my hands, but my hands were only so big. They didn't see her nipples, except when I cupped her tits and raised them up for display.

With our feet in the stirrups, her undressed situation, and me still inside, Falen didn't have much control, except over the jet ski. She must have swung our transportation away from shore, because the shouts got softer. I pulled her shirt from my face. We rode behind a small motorboat for cover, but the boat's wake was an unending series of sharp waves that rocked our jet ski up and down, continuously. Which became the rhythm of our intercourse. Embarrassed or not, shouts of encouragement from the folks on the motorboat or not, Falen was enjoying the fucking, at least from her moans and downward thrusts each time I pushed into her.

"God, this is nasty!"

I pulled at her nipples as I made my final assault. Given no choice of alternatives, she got a cunt full of my sex juice. My worn-out cock shrunk and slipped from her pussy. I squatted and pulled up her bottoms and my trunks before she headed to her slip on the pier. She held one arm across her tits until I jumped off the jet ski and tossed her the ranger hat, which barely covered her chest. I pushed my way through the mob of onlookers, many waving cash for the next ride out. I was convinced she'd be busy for the rest of the season, and sexually satisfied as well. I hoped she appreciated the favor.

At the poolside bar, I opened a tab and charged a cold fruity drink. Guests on adjacent stools whispered about some couple who had sex on a jet ski in plain sight from shore. 

Just as I choked on my blended concoction, Harriett walked up. "Terrific! You're going to meet Rianne and you're drunk."

"Nice to see you too. It's fruit juice. Want a taste?"

"Never mind. You look terrible. Here, take my key. Go clean yourself up and meet us at the bar in half an hour. Don't be late." She huffed and clacked off, heels on concrete.

I wondered how she'd gotten checked in. I fetched my bags from storage and went up to our room. The drapes were pulled back, so I went out onto the balcony. The view was magnificent, the lake, the surrounding countryside, and the next curved section of the hotel. I even saw Falen giving an intimate jet ski ride to an enthusiastic passenger.

A warm shower removed remnant sex juices and the lake water, which had an artificial smell. I put on a polo shirt that was void of any technology company logo and dress slacks. I'd need credibility to tell Rianne "hands off my wife."

The bar was mostly empty, so finding the two women was easy. Rianne stood when I approached the table. She was so squatty that it looked like she was still sitting. Her round body had uneven layers of fatty tissue. Perhaps she'd tried some diet or mechanism to lose weight, leaving her with inner tubes. Before I could say a word, she was talking. "Harvey, Harriett has told me so much about you."

I wondered what Harriett said but didn't ask. "Nice to meet you." I extended a hand for a shake.

Rianne ignored my gesture, and waved her hand to fetch either a cab or the waitress. "What would you like?'

Another jet ski ride with the stacked blonde? Stephanie's permission to make love to her daughter Inga? "Diet cola, please."

Harriett stood. "I have some calls to make. I'll leave you two alone, to get better acquainted. After all, that's why families were invited. Right?"

I'd never seen Harriett this nervous, except the first time she saw me with an erection. Now that was a shocker!

"So, Harvey," Rianne stirred her drink, a short wide glass that mirrored her physique, "Why in the world would Harriett run off and leave us alone?"

I cleared my throat. Just then, my drink arrived. I took a large gulp and gripped the glass with both hands. "Harriett told me you approached her in a sexual manner."

"Yesssssss?" It was a hiss more than a question. "One of the benefits of my position is the opportunity for extramarital sex." 

Rianne was nothing if not blunt. "Harriett's not that kind of person. In fact, she's not very sexual at all." Too much information. Rianne had no right to our personal incompatibility.

"I'm just an abnormally needy woman in that way. However, I go both ways. If your wife won't come through, perhaps you will?"

I can find something attractive about most women. Something physical. Something emotional. Maybe, in a pinch, something intellectual. But so far, there was nothing attractive about Harriett's boss. "Me?"

"Yes, you. If you satisfy me, I'll keep Harriett on. Without the usual bonuses, but at least she'll retain her position."

I shook my head. "I have rule about getting involved with co-workers. Mine or my wife's."

"But not others, correct? I did my research on you, Harvey. You're quite the philanderer. I have details about two of your sexual liaisons, once of which resulted in an abortion. How many more have there been, hmmm? Men like you don't stop at two, do they?"

Harriett had been right. Rianne was dangerous. Not the individual or the time to admit anything. "I don't know where you got your information, but you're-"

"From reputable sources. In one case, from the horse's mouth herself." She sipped her dark drink in a room that seemed to be getting darker. "Don't worry your little head. I'm not going to tattle on you. And as for your wife, she's much too, well, shy. She'll have nothing to worry about from me, as far as an intimate relationship. I'll find a suitable replacement for my satisfaction."

Okay, so Harriett was safe from unwanted advances. But I was at risk. "Your silence doesn't come free, does it?"

"You should know, it never does." Rianne's hand was up again, this time for a refill of her glass. "You're quite clever, in a minimal sort of way."

"I still won't sleep with you, if that's what you have in mind." I didn't believe I was telling a woman we wouldn't fuck. And, that I said it out loud just as the waitress arrived at the table.

Rianne looked up at the server. "Reverse psychology."

The waitress made a quick retreat.

"No, dear boy, I have no such desire. When it comes to men, I want them young, muscular and energetic. You simply don't measure up."

Maybe Rianne didn't know as much about me as she thought. Like the size and talent of my cock, which was likely bigger and better than any of her musclemen. And my stamina, which I expected was better than her previous lovers, no matter their age. Her loss. "So what's the price, huh? We don't have much money. That's why Harriett is working."

'A much simpler fee, and more pleasurable for a man like you." She swigged the second drink down in one gulp. "You will make love to my daughter. And I will make it easy for you. You two will share a room. I'll share mine with Harriett. And I will honor my promise not to approach her in that way."




Service with a Smile Ch. 07 Pt. 01



"That's it? Sleep with your kid? What's the catch? She's underage and you'll have me busted?"

"No tricks. She's college educated, and quite brilliant. Unfortunately, she's completely inadept, socially. She's never dated, and to the best of my knowledge, never even kissed a boy. Your task is to have sexual intercourse - before we leave the resort."

That left only two days, and we hadn't even met. If she was that smart, then scams and tricks would be obvious. Somehow, the challenge excited me. Why couldn't I do this? Despite the time frame, despite Harriett's presence, despite the intellectual capability of my target and potential partner? "You've got a deal." For the first time, we shook hands. Hers was soft and clammy.

"You're supposed to be having a good time, Mum. Must you always do business?"

The voice, deep and raspy, came from a lanky woman, at least six foot two, in a long skirt, short sleeve blouse and dark hair pulled up into a bun, standing above us. A matching suit jacket draped over one arm.

"Olivia!" Rianne stood and hugged the newcomer. This was her daughter? There was almost no meat on the bones of this young lady. Shit, my cock would split her in half if we fucked. Why did she look familiar? She couldn't have been at Zenellis's Wisconsin orgy, could she? No, that wasn't it.

The two women broke their embrace. "Harvey, this is my daughter, Olivia, the one I was telling you about. Olivia, dear, this is Harvey Marcus, Harriett's husband."

The difference in their heights was comical. And then it hit me. Comic. Olivia. Olive. Damn, it was as if she'd stepped out the pages of a Popeye comic book. Skinny, bowlegged, pointy nose, like Olive Oil. All we needed now was a sailor with bulging biceps and a fat guy begging for a hamburger.

"Mum, you know I prefer O. I hate the name Olivia. It reminds people of olives."

I could see why. I'd been asked to stuff an olive, fill her pimento pussy. My internal joking must have shown up on my face.

"Did I say something funny?" Olivia asked.

"No, of course not. I love olives."

"Marvelous! You two will have the chance to get to know each other better." Rianne's smile was crooked. "You'll be sharing a suite."

"What?" Olivia's attention jumped back and forth between me and her mother.

"Harriett and I will be working like dogs, day and night, to turn this week's contacts into customers," said Rianne. "It doesn't make sense for us to be separated, for even a moment."

"But Mum, I wanted some quality time with you. There are things we need to talk about-"

"It's done. Now, let's go back to our rooms and freshen up for dinner. Do you have a key, Harvey?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the plastic card.

"I'll give Harriett my spare for our room. Now run along."

Olivia and I shared an elevator up to our quarters. Just inside after the door oozed shut, Olivia exploded. "I don't know how you forced my mother to make this ridiculous swap-"

I held up my hands. "Don't blame me! This was your mother's idea. Didn't you see the look on my face? I wasn't smiling." I was, inside, watching her mother engineer the set-up.

"Why would she do this? Throw us together like this? I wanted some quality time with her. And now, I get to share this - space - with you."

Our shared "space" was a suite of sorts, a kitchenette and living room combined, but with a single bedroom. Thankfully, twin beds. A king instead, and I believed Olivia would have stormed out.

"We'll make the best of it," I said. "There's only two more days. You want the bathroom first?"

"Yes." She turned and walked into a wall, shook her head, and on second try successfully missed the door frame. "Just so you know. I'm not that kind of girl."

What, not a klutz? Or not an easy lay? "Got it."

This was going to be a lot tougher than I thought.

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Service with a Smile Ch. 07 Pt. 02



WARNING:

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Previous: Harriett disclosed that her new boss, a woman named Rianne (pronounced Ryan), touched her in inappropriate ways. Harvey agreed to accompany Harriett on a trip to Nashville and set Rianne straight. At the resort, before Rianne and Harriett arrived, Mr. Marcus cajoled a jet ski operator to fuck him as they rode on the lake. Having met Rianne and informed her of Harriett's unwillingness, Rianne divulges that she knows Mr. Marcus has been promiscuous. She'll retain Harriett, leave her alone and keep Marcus's secrets, but in return, he has to take her daughter to bed before they leave in two days. Mr. Marcus accepts the challenge to save Harriett.

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Olivia dressed well, despite her thin figure. Tailored clothes, definitely not off the rack. Store bought would have hung on her. She stood as far from me in the elevator as she could. Distrust flared in her eyes. My dick flinched. Maybe I remembered Twiggy, the British model who was all skin and bones. 

Rianne and Harriett were already on opposite sides of the table in the resort's main restaurant. I took the seat next to Harriett, while Olivia sat across from me, next to her mother. Rianne, who seemed to constantly be waving her hand for one reason or another, summoned the wine guy and ordered a bottle. She didn't bother asking anyone at the table for their individual likes or dislikes. "You'll like this vintage. It was a very wet spring."

I've never gotten into the intricacies of wine. Too much information to remember, and then one spoiled grape and a whole batch would go sour. It was only a matter of time, and this trip would suffer the same fate. The problem was to identify the sour grape before it ruined everything. I glanced at Harriett. Sour grape detected. She glared back, as if she'd read my mind.

Harriett had no opportunity to talk to me about sharing a room with Rianne, but I could read her expression. Harriett was not a happy camper. She probably felt vulnerable to Rianne's continued advances. If she only knew the sacrifice I was going to make.

"It's always so nice, being with people I care about. I view my subordinates as an extension of my family." Rianne reached out for Harriett's hand and patted it. My foot felt the impact of Harriett's size ten. I grimaced and bent forward but stifled an outcry. "Do you like your quarters? Ours are sooo roomy. Why, we could both be there and never know it."

Olivia and I had a suite, but with only one bedroom, custom designed to force us into proximity, leading to sexual intercourse, if she was lucky. 

"I'll deal with it," Olivia said.

I was quite surprised when Harriett and Olivia struck up a non-stop conversation during dinner. Olivia rattled on about her love of the outdoors, hiking and bird watching, and was enthusiastic about the local possibilities. I didn't know that Harriett had been a camper and bird watcher as a young girl. I loved bird watching too, just the British female kind.

Rianne kept refilling her daughter's glass, and Olivia kept emptying it. Olivia's speech indicated the alcohol had affected her. Handicapping our agreement? Perhaps tonight, Olivia would be friendly bordering on intimate. I'd get Olivia and Rianne would get what she wanted. The food was excellent, despite flashbacks to Inga, naked and mounted on the tip of my prick. Must have been the wine. I shook my head to clear the image. 

Our dinner outing was especially pleasant when Rianne picked up the tab. "Oh, and I've had gifts delivered to your room." Rianne hugged her daughter and whispered in her ear. Then she turned to me. "Why don't you two visit the nightclub? Just charge it to my room. Come, Harriett, I have some figures to review with you." Olivia leaned against the wall as we waited for the elevator in our wing of the hotel. "Mum told me to be nice to you, because Harriett is her best worker and wouldn't want to lose her."

Rianne had an eye for talent. Harriett is a perfectionist, except when it comes to sex. "Your mother is very kind. How about your mother's suggestion? Do you dance?" I asked.

Olivia shook her head. "I'm not very light on my feet."

"Want to see the club?" If not, I could show her the club throbbing in my pants. Part of my condition was Inga, but there was an Olivia component that couldn't be denied.

Olivia belched. "I don't feel so good." She staggered towards the elevator.

Olivia's gate was awkward, her arms outstretched to guide herself through our room. On the beds were two boxes each. The first contained bathing suits, the second sleepwear. The swimsuits looked quite plain, with conservative designs. Loose but not so loose as to expose anything. The sleepwear, however, was quite sexy. Olivia got a one-piece nightgown in a translucent silky fabric. I got top and shorts in the same material and color.

"I can't wear this to bed. It'll show, well, everything." Olivia pulled open a drawer, which fell on the floor. She lifted a long cotton nightshirt from the wreckage.

"I would have expected your mother to know your taste."

Olivia reacted to her cell phone's buzzing. "Hi, Mum. The Jacuzzi? If you insist." She flipped the phone shut. "Mum wants us to meet her down by the pool."

It seemed odd, given that she'd just told us she had work to do. Olivia stood still, staring off into space. 

"We'd better change if we're to meet them." 

Olivia was unresponsive, so I touched her gently on the shoulder. "O?"

She slapped me across the face for my trouble. "Hands off. Just because I had a few drinks-" Vomit interrupted her scolding.

I aimed Olivia at our bathroom. While she took care of herself, I chucked my soiled shirt and pants, and quickly slid off my jockeys and slid on my trunks. They were smooth, almost as if they weren't cloth at all. Some kind of exotic synthetic.

Finally, Olivia came out, her designer dress wet where she'd tried to clean off the puke.

"I usually don't drink that much." Olivia snatched up her suit and returned to the bathroom. 

Olivia's arms and legs were completely exposed in her swimsuit. It was too loose to show the shape of her breasts, but they must have been tiny not to be visible at all. Inga's breasts had much more volume. 

"I'm better now." She wiped a few stray hairs from her eyes. "Let's go downstairs."

I threw my vomit-stained clothes in the bathtub and soaked them. To make sure we had some, I grabbed two towels from the rack. Olivia put on the latest trendy beach clogs. I had cheap sandals.

The Jacuzzis were situated along one side of the pool area. Rianne and Harriett weren't there. Harriett is a good swimmer but gets embarrassed wearing bathing suits. She says it shows off too much of her body. If she'd lose a few pounds, she'd show less, but the last time I suggested that, my shoulder was stiff for a week,

"We don't have to wait for them," I suggested.

I turned a control knob a full turn. Warm bubbles danced across the surface. Jets churned the water below. I stepped in and took a seat on one side. Olivia chose the opposite side, as far from me as possible. The water massage was quite relaxing. Across from me, Olivia must have been enjoying the feeling. She leaned back, eyes closed, arms along the Jacuzzi's rim. I blinked twice. Olivia's suit seemed to be transparent. Cloth sometimes does that in water. I wanted a peek at her tits but tried not to stare, until I realized that her swimsuit wasn't wet. It was dissolving. Her minimal breast mounds broke the waves as she straightened her back. I felt my thighs. My suit had dissolved as well.

"Uh, we have a problem."

Olivia opened her eyes and detected her exposure. Her hands flew to cover her private parts, but she was one hand short. One arm crossed her chest, the other hand cupped her mound. "What's going on? What happened to my suit?"

"Our suits." Evidently they were water-soluble.

Olivia shrieked. Any guest within a hundred yards would have heard. "Is this one of your tricks?" She grabbed a towel and threw it around her torso. Her stork legs were visible but all of her privates were covered. 

Rianne probably thought that stunt would assist me, but all it did was piss off her daughter. My hardening cock bobbed in front of me, partially from viewing her body. Was I finding that skinny shapeless collection of bones attractive? I stood first, to intentionally let her see what she had in store, then pulled a towel around my waist. We rode the glass elevator, standing on opposite sides, towels covering our suitless bodies. Guests getting on and off stared but said nothing. Did they know we were naked? 

In the room, Olivia's face hadn't returned to normal color. Her pale complexion was pink from her agitation. Her eyebrows danced as she spoke. "How could you? Embarrassing me like that! You should be ashamed." 

I wasn't about to be the villain, even if I couldn't be the hero. "Don't blame me. I didn't buy those suits. Think about where they came from."

"Mum."

"Riiiiight. Think she knew what they'd do in water? And how come she didn't show up to join us?"

Olivia stood silent, holding the towel firm.

"Think about that, huh? And she gave us that sleepwear too. The stuff you said would expose you. Like the swimsuits. Can you identify a pattern?"

She plopped down into the bed. Her legs were slightly spread, straining the towel to keep her pussy covered. A lump was evident under my towel, but I didn't flaunt it. Olivia was supposed to be smart. I witnessed the light bulb come on. "Mum set us up. She wants something to happen between us. Something sexual."

Good, I didn't have to tell her.

"She's thrown men at me before. Lots of times. Just never so blatant. And never a married man. Harriett is a nice lady." She spoke softly. "What timing." She chuckled lightly. 

Olivia leaned over to fetch her cotton nightgown from the floor, choosing not to wear the gift from her mother. The awkward stance caused her to tilt precariously. "Whoa." She raised one leg to keep her balance. The towel wasn't big enough to hide her round ass and the protruding mount of her cunt, an orifice my prick would never visit. With nightgown and sundries bag in hand, she disappeared into the bathroom. In our pattern of behavior, I changed into Olivia's gift, hoping it wouldn't disintegrate while I slept. Soft moans wafted from the bathroom. Damn, was Olivia masturbating? I would have gladly helped, if she'd asked. Evidently Olivia didn't require a male assistant. Still, I didn't get any softer, thinking of Olivia servicing herself, while she ignored a genuine erection just a few feet away.

No words were exchanged when Olivia finally exited the bathroom and slid into her bed.

One day was over, with one more remaining. How and when should I tell Rianne that she'd won? I decided to wait until our departure. Only a miracle would put me between Olivia's thighs.

* * * 

I woke up to the sound of drawers opening and flashes of light as Olivia entered and exited the bathroom. She was decked out in khaki shirt and shorts and hiking boots. An array of camera equipment, bodies and lenses, hung from straps around her neck, as well as a pair of world-class binoculars. The numerous pockets of her photographer vest bulged with accessories. A pith helmet straight out of a Tarzan movie topped her stylish outfit. How much had she dropped at L. L. Bean for this get-up?

"Where are you going this early?" I asked. It was three AM according to the alarm clock, an ungodly hour.

"Bird watching. I mentioned it yesterday."

"The birds won't be up for a couple of hours yet." I stretched my arms and legs. A partial erection made a small mound under the sheet.

"I'll be at the Ryston Reserve and Sanctuary if anyone is looking for me." She closed the door gently. She was being kind to our neighbors. Certainly not me.

I rolled over to catch a few more winks. After all, this trip was eating up a couple of vacation days. It was time I started treating like a vacation. The phone chirped. A glance at the clock radio and a quick calculation told me I'd managed to get an extra hour and a half. "Hello?"

"So, how are you two getting along?" It was Rianne.

"What was that swimsuit stunt?" I sat up. "Don't you know your daughter well enough-"

"It was an ice breaker. Olivia would never take her clothes off in front of a man. Even you."

Damn right. Even the thin nightgown was a no-go. "So you came up with water-soluble bathing suits."

"Ingenious, no?"

"Not at all. She thinks I did it, for obvious purposes." I didn't disclose my suggestion to Olivia that her mother was responsible. "She's colder to me than ever. And she's off bird watching-"

"And you didn't accompany her? Why, that's at least half a day of opportunity lost. Shame on you."

Shame on me? Rianne was coercing me to fuck her daughter, and shame on me? "Olivia made it clear she wanted to go alone. Besides, she was dressed and leaving before I'd rubbed the crud from my eyes."

"The clock is ticking, Harvey. Although if you'd like to reconsider, I'd be a worthy sexual companion-"

This time I interrupted. "Sorry. And if sabotaging Olivia and me is your plan to get laid, forget it."

"I don't need you to get satisfied. By the way, I'll require proof."

"Of what?"

"That you and Olivia had sexual intercourse."

"Would a video be sufficient?" I was being facetious.

"If you have the equipment."

Of course I had the equipment, otherwise how could I fuck - oh, she meant a movie camera.

"Or I could observe," she continued.

She wants to watch me fuck her daughter? I'd been in that position before, sometimes with the parent as cheerleader or coach. Rianne wasn't my idea of an appropriate audience. "No way."

"Not even from a distance? For example, you could do it on your balcony."

"So not only do I have to fuck your daughter, but do it in public view? Tell me, would you do that? Fuck some guy on your balcony?"

"If that's what it takes, then fine. I'll find a companion and consummate a one night stand on my balcony. After Harriett is fast asleep, of course."

I walked to our balcony and ventured out about twelve inches. "Come out and wave so I can see you."

Rianne was already on her balcony. She hung a striped towel from the railing as identification.

"I see you," I said. I grabbed my pants from the previous evening and swung them over my head. 

"Yes, yes. There you are. Are you wearing the pajamas I provided?"

She could see me, but no details. "Uh huh."

"They're break away, you know. One swift pull, and, well, you'd be exposed and available. Olivia's nightgown has the same feature."

"Nice to know." But useless, since she wouldn't wear it. "I'll be looking forward to your show this evening," I said.

"I'll ask Harriett to get to bed early for a breakfast meeting tomorrow. Watch for me at nine. And then, I'll expect to see you and Olivia later tonight."

"Absolutely." Fat chance. Maybe I could find a look-alike. No, Rianne wouldn't be fooled. And no one I'd seen at the resort looked anything like Olivia. All of them had more meat on their bones. Even young Inga. 

I daydreamed about Inga as I laid out near the pool. Our sexual liaison had been so brief, yet it left a deep impact. Perhaps because there had been no deep penetration. We'd both had wanted it, but her almost convulsive reaction to getting penetrated took us both by surprise. I sensed movement in my vicinity and shielded the sun from my eyes. A brunette on one side and freckled redhead on the other surrounded me. No swimsuit, normal or dissolving, could have disguised my erection, so I didn't bother. Until I noticed Rianne and Harriett walking past the pool. I tossed a towel over my midsection. Harriett, in street clothes, scurried off, most likely on a business errand. Rianne, in a beach robe, selected an empty lounger off to the side and waved for a drink. Her suit showed everything she had - rolls of skin, likely the remnants of some extreme diet program or procedure, bulged from her middle. I saw her stuff something into the busboy's hand when he delivered her beverage and then hold on, forcing him to retain his bent position. Had she passed him more than money, perhaps a note? Was he the selected stud for tonight? He met Rianne's criteria, muscular and young.

I removed the towel and thought about hooking up with either of the two young ladies surrounding me. Maybe both. They seemed eager enough, adjusting their bra straps and repositioning their bottoms by hooking their fingers in the edge of the material and pulling it away from their hot flesh. But I decided to save my sexual strength, just in case seeing a rare species put Olivia in a rare sexual mood.

I spent the reminder of the day in my room, watching old movies and local TV shows. One news anchor wore a particularly low cut blouse. Every time she leaned towards the camera to make a point, her cleavage was on display to all of her viewers. The cameraman dipped down on a couple of occasions, losing her face off the top of the screen, focusing instead on her tits. Amateur.

I was in the middle of documenting our financial assets on a yellow tablet when the door opened. Olivia entered, bruised, cut, hair escaping from her ever-present bun. The lens cases were coated with dirt. The pith helmet was missing.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"I was standing on an embankment, when I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a red-cockaded woodpecker. They're endangered, you know? I guess I leaned too far to get a better look. My feet slipped." 

Looked more like tumbled down, head over heels. "Come with me and I'll fix you up."

Olivia pulled a wad of mud from her hair and flicked it down. She allowed me to take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. Her hiking boots left a trail of dirt on the rug. She'd skinned both knees. Scrapes and scratches decorated both legs. Her shorts were damp. I sat her on the granite counter of the sink and moistened a washcloth with warm water.

"You did a real number." I lathered up the cloth and stroked her ravaged skin as gently as I could. At least I could clean her wounds, even if I didn't have antiseptics.

"I have some creams," she said. "In my tote." Her face reddened. "Uh, never mind."

"Okay. First we need to make sure there's no dirt in the wounds." I guided one foot onto the nearby toilet seat. That spread her legs, with no complaint. With thin thighs and normal sized leg openings, it was easy to see up her shorts to her panties. Despite her ruler-straight frame, touching her skin through the washcloth was titillating. The promise of pussy kept me inflated.

I treated both legs, now wide spread, and stood close enough to prevent her from closing them while I administered her arms. Although she flinched when I started to wipe her face, she let me cleanse that as well. Her head tilted back. I saw no evidence of breast bumps under her shirt, but the material was blousy. All of the buttons were still closed, although I expected no cleavage. "Hungry?" I asked. "Are you up for going down to dinner?" Or just up for going down? "Your mother is expecting us."




Service with a Smile Ch. 07 Pt. 02



"I'm famished, but I'd prefer room service."

"Fine. We'll both eat up here. I'll keep you company."

For the first time since we were introduced, Olivia smiled at me. I was her hero, attending to her after her disaster, and now skipping a command performance. Maybe if I stood up to her mother, she'd let me get closer, which is just what her mother wanted. Freaky.

Olivia fumbled for her cell phone in one of her many pockets and punched one button. "It's me. We won't be joining you for dinner." Pause. "I guess." Pause. "Okay. Good night."

"Mum said we should enjoy ourselves."

Of course Rianne would say that. She probably expects I'm preparing to take my shot.

I led the way out of the bathroom. "Mum and Harriett are going take a customer to dinner. She said she'd see us later." Olivia scratched her head. More strands of hair popped out from her bun. "I think I'm going to shower." She reached for her once-used nightgown, draped over one of the sitting chairs at a small circular table. She lost her balance and fell against me, knocking me onto the bed. In reaching out to stop her fall, her hand landed smack on my groin. My erection must have been obvious to her, under her palm and fingers. "Sorry." Not so much, since she took her sweet time letting go. Her face regained that pink glow.

Okay, so now she'd seen and touched my penis. Wouldn't any woman be willing to take the next step?

Olivia got up and grabbed the nightgown. She hesitated, then sniffed it. "It stinks."

Perhaps her masturbation was the cause. "You could wear the one your mother bought." It was a reasonable suggestion, if not a self-serving one.

"But it's so thin. You won't think I'm leading you on?"

"I promise." Hollow.

Olivia retreated to the bathroom. I heard the water start.

I opened the door a crack, not enough to see anything. Not that there was much to see. "What do you want me to order for you?" I asked.

"Burger deluxe, cooked medium, mushrooms, Swiss cheese, sweet potato fries, small green salad, raspberry iced tea."

"Great choice." I closed the door and called room service. I ordered a t-bone, potato skins with the works and a cream soda.

As I changed into my set of Rianne's gifted pajamas, I thought about what kind of scam I could use to trick Olivia into getting sexual with me. And then I came to the stark realization that she was too damn smart to fool. My only choice was the truth. Olivia would see through any fabrications. Just as I hoped to see through Olivia's nightgown.

The door opened, revealing Olivia in the translucent garment. There was only a hint of breasts, but her thin torso was plainly visible. She'd let down her hair, dark and full, a bit longer than shoulder length. It was wavy and curvy, nothing like her body shape. She'd brushed out all the foliage.

I took a deep breath. "I can explain why your mother put us in the same room and gave us dissolving swim suits. She wants us to have sex."

"Oh, she does?" Olivia crossed her arms. That plastered the nightgown tight against her body. And there they were, faint swells. "How convenient for you."

"I'm serious. Your mother will fire Harriett if we don't have sex."

"You've got quite a line! That's ridiculous. Mum isn't that manipulative." Her eyes rolled up. "I don't think she is."

"She must think it's in your best interest."

"Well, she's wrong. Dead wrong. The last thing I want is some guy's penis. No offense. Yours seems to be very nice."

Good. Acknowledging that she'd seen and touched mine was progress. "No offense taken." 

"Sometimes Mum's timing is spot on, and other times - well, let's just say this complicates things."

"How come?"

"One of the reasons I agreed to this trip was to tell her in person - I'm gay. A lesbian."

So, it was the entire gender, not a personal rejection. It still felt personal. "You are?" Harriett will lose her job because I promised to fuck a woman who'd prefer a female roommate. "Is there something I can do?" Evidently intercourse was out of the question.

"Like what? Change my DNA?"

Olivia's challenge was righteous. But it was her job to break the big news to her mother, not mine. Was her chosen lifestyle was an excuse for lack of performance on my part? Maybe that's why Rianne wanted me to fuck Olivia in the first place, because she suspected Olivia's lack of male companionship was a leading indicator. 

A knock on the door announced the arrival of our dinner. I gave the busboy a thirty percent tip, on Rianne of course.

We sat at the small table, burgers and t-bone on good china. "Tell me, how did you decide you were a lesbian?" It was honest curiosity.

Between bites, Olivia told her story. "I had two kinds of dates: none and bad. One guy said it was like making love to a bag of baby back ribs. After the meat had been eaten off."

At least she'd had sex.

"He never even tried to get my panties off."

So much for previous experience. I wondered what they'd done that warranted his comment, and what Olivia meant by making love.

"Then, I joined a bird watching group. That's where I met Barbara. We started going on watches together. She was sweet, and seemed to really like my company. One day, in the bush, waiting for a flock of quail hens to come down to a stream, I almost fell down the embankment. She threw her arm around my shoulder to steady me. The next thing, she leaned forward and kissed me. We skipped the bird watching that morning. Probably scared off a dozen species of birds and mammals."

I pictured two woman rolling around in the grass, tearing at each other's clothes. Olivia's nipples stiffened, pointed behind the sheer fabric. Just talking about Barbara was getting both of us hot.

"So you were going to spring the news on good old mom this trip?" I asked.

"Not spring. More gently, so she won't bust a blood vessel."

There, the facts were out on the table, along with scattered bits of crumbled bacon, chopped onion and the remnants from my t-bone steak.

"How about if I just tell her we did it?" Olivia offered.

"No, that won't be enough. She wants proof. We're supposed to do it on the balcony, so she can see us."

"In public view? She's crazy! At least she didn't ask to be in the room."

I didn't tell her that was Rianne's first choice. "Would you like to watch her?"

"Do what?"

I pointed to our sliding glass door. "She's going to make love to some stud on her balcony at nine."

"No! She's going to cheat on Dad? In public?"

"Since she wanted to view us, I asked if she'd do the same thing, so she volunteered."

Olivia swung her fist in an arc. "How could you?" She missed my shoulder and hit the edge of my plate, sending gristle and bone flying into her lap.

"But she agreed! Willingly! Maybe you don't know your mother as well as you think."

Olivia grabbed a wastebasket and stood, dumping the leavings into it. Grease stains dotted the front of her gown. She went into the bathroom to wash them out. On her return, the damp spots were almost completely transparent. Random areas of skin on her chest, belly and thighs were visible as if she was naked. The exposed patches were quite erotic. 

I checked the clock radio. "The show's about to start."

"I've got to see this." Olivia started towards our balcony.

"Turn the lights off so and get down." I grabbed Olivia's camera and binoculars. We crawled out onto the balcony. Olivia went first, giving me a good look at her round ass. Must be where all the meat is.

I used the binoculars. There was Rianne, bent over the railing, the pool boys' hands on her tits, pounding away behind her. At that distance, I couldn't hear anything except muffled grunts, or perhaps my imagination was adding the soundtrack. Rianne and her companion would have to be careful not to wake Harriett. I chuckled at what Harriett would think if she found her boss being fucked on their balcony. Outraged, most likely. Embarrassed, for sure.

Olivia grabbed her camera, mounted a telephoto lens and clicked away. "These might come in handy some day, when I've had enough of Mum's meddling. I've seen enough." Olivia backed up, thumping my thigh with her heel. A few inches to the right, and she would have scored a direct hit on my dick. 

"Give me a second." I scooted back, stood, and turned the light back on.

Olivia stood, hands on hips, holding her camera by the lens. How phallic! "So now what?"

"Your mother expects us to have sex, visible to her. Then Harriett keeps her job, and your mother is satisfied that you've been, well, satisfied."

"So why don't we give her what she wants?"

"Huh?" Olivia actually agreeing?

"Not for real. Maybe there is a way we can fool her with simulated sex."

Too good to be true. "You mean, I stand behind you, and you moan and groan as if we're doing it?" Even that sounded better than hitting the sack separately.

"Not exactly." She put her camera down and pulled a contraption from her sundries bag. "With this." She handed me a strap-on dildo. "I use it with Barbara."

So Olivia plays the male to Barbara's female. Very interesting, but completely confusing. I didn't see Olivia as dominant, just flat chested. "And you'd be willing?"

"I'm not unreasonable, Mr. Marcus. Mum shouldn't have asked you to seduce me, and it's not Harriett's fault that my mother wants me to experience sex. You and your wife shouldn't suffer because of Mum's well-intentioned but misplaced delusions. Besides, I've had this inside me before."

"With Barbara. Fine." 

"Do you need me to show you how to put Hard Luck on?"

"Excuse me?"

"We call it Hard Luck because it's always hard and whoever gets it is lucky." She handed the contraption to me.

I'd have bet anything it was usually Barbara getting fucked by Olivia. 

"Put the strap around your waist and thighs. And use this." Olivia handed me a tube. It was lubricant, strawberry flavored. "Barbara likes the taste." 

I stepped into the straps and adjusted the dick piece. So Barbara likes to go muff hunting. Nice bit of trivia. I spread the thick gel on the dildo and licked my finger. We'd had our main course. Maybe I'd have Olivia for desert.

Olivia walked out onto the balcony wearing the translucent gown. Backlit, her body was silhouetted. Long thin legs, round hips and ass, legs spread. She leaned on the railing. "And Barbara doesn't go too deep. I'm kind of tight down there, so take it easy."

Okay, occasionally Olivia plays female. She'll have an even better time, if I get the chance with my real dick.

I dropped my sleep pants and made sure the pretend penis was in place. It seemed like such a waste, with a real erection just below. But, this would keep Harriett's job. It was the letter of the law, not the spirit, but in this case, the flesh was unwilling but the spirit was okey-dokey. "So how does pretend sex work?" I asked.

She reached behind and lifted the hem of her gown. Her bubble butt was in sharp contrast to thin legs. They looked brittle, like it would take very little for them to break. "Get closer."

I sidled up behind her and placed my hand up her hip. She thwacked it away. At first touch of the dildo between her thighs, Olivia jumped, almost vaulting the railing. I grabbed her waist. She was so straight, my hands slid down to her lower waist, at her ass, the first curve of her body.

"Watch it."

I edged forward, trying not to look down. I made the mistake of opening my eyes. My head spun. My stomach churned. I closed my eyes and put my arms around her, squeezing. The side of my face pressed against her back.

"I said no touching." 

"Sorry. Heights make me dizzy." I grabbed the railing and held it white-knuckle-tight.

"That's better. Now lean forward." Olivia guided the plastic penis between her thighs. "Ohhhhh. It's cold."

I hunched my hips forward. "Like that?" My dick was hot and throbbing. It bounced off her thighs with each movement. 

"Yes, keep your strokes slow and gentle, and not too deep."

My erection flopped around making incidental contact.

"Mr. Marcus? Can you do something with that?" Her fingers flicked at my prick.

"What do you suggest?" Replacing the rubber dildo with it, perhaps? Give your mother a real show?

"I don't understand why you're erect."

The normal reasons. "I'm excited."

"At my body? Not likely. Does the idea of two women having sex turn you on?"

"No." I lied. "You're the cause. I think you're unique." I chose my words carefully. I was deliberate not to say pretty, attractive, or lovely. 

"I am?" Her hand reached out tentatively and held my prick. "Yours isn't the first I've seen, you know. But it certainly is the largest. I'm sorry I did this to you, a nice erection going to waste."

"It is, isn't it?"

Olivia stroked my cock while I continued probing. "A damn shame."

"Well, it isn't going away any time soon, our proximity and all, and they way we're dressed."

She pressed her thighs together, trapping both the dildo and my prick. Then she spread them again and resumed stroking the real thing.

Was she interested? Hard to tell. Very hard. Good a time as any to ask. "How about if I replace Hard Luck?" No harm in asking, especially since she was beating me off.

"Oh, no. Not possible." 

Damn it. My one chance, Olivia all hot and bothered, and yet she's not interested. I kept plugging away with the dildo, sneaking it in a bit more with each thrust. I was probably halfway in, with a goal of filling her.

"You'd do that? With me?" she asked.

I deviated from the slow movement, making a series of quick deep thrusts to cement my sincerity. "I thought that was already clear."

"Oh yes!" Olivia's round ass kept me from getting too deep. Perhaps she and Barbara used a different position. Another glance to street level and I backed off. "But not out here."

I pulled out. Olivia's gown fell back into place. I removed the dildo contraption and escaped from the balcony. "Come here." I stood next to the bed, proud erection at attention.

Olivia stood, hands behind her back, a bit pigeon toed, like her pussy was shy about taking the real thing. She reached out for my prick.

"First things first. You're okay with this?" I asked.

Olivia plopped onto the bed, lifted the gown to expose her strawberry pussy and spread her legs. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Her hipbones protruded higher than her breasts, but her pubic mound was higher than that! Not one to assume anything, I reached forward and flicked my finger through Olivia's slit. I expected the dildo drilling would have gotten her open and ready. However, her pussy was stiff, like cartilage. No soft flesh, just firm tissue, a decisive change from the warm cunts I'd plowed. Her knees clanged together, smashing my head in between. My ears rang from the impact. Maybe I should have eaten her instead. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Olivia sat up. Her gown stretched at the seams, almost popping apart. "I guess I'm kind of sensitive."

I rubbed my head. "I'll be okay." 

"Mum taught me kiss it and make it better." She guided me closer. Her kisses were clumsy but active, like a starving goldfish. My forehead, each temple, and then back to my forehead. We were face to face, on our knees. She was panting. "Ready?"

I wasn't going to make her ask a third time for me to make her. I crawled up between her thighs, draping the gown over her belly.

She wiggled her hips, floating on the sheets. "Put it in already. I can't wait."

I was sure she wasn't ready, but she'd given the okay. On stiff arms, I leaned forward and aimed my stiff dick at her cunt. 

"Can I do it?" she asked.

Under the circumstances, her being so sensitive, I preferred it that way. "Go ahead. It's about time you took hold of the situation." 

She wiggled my dick around until she found the hole. Over and over, she pulled, jamming my prick into the gap between her hips. "It won't fit. Why won't it fit?"

Her spirit was willing, but her flesh was scared shut. "Relax-"

Olivia's cell phone rang. Of all things, she answered it. "Hi, Mum."

"Does that thing have a speaker phone?" I asked.

Olivia fiddled with some phone menus while I repositioned myself closer, for a better angle of attack.

Rianne's voice confirmed that the speakerphone feature was active. "What's going on? You can't be done already."

"We're just getting started," I said. My dick slid around the entrance to Olivia's cunt. "We just wanted a bit of privacy."

"That wasn't our deal."

"Mum, Mr. Marcus is about to fuck me, and you're quibbling about some silly deal. Can you just go away?"

"I require confirmation."

"I'll vouch for him, Mother. He's about to split me open with a very large penis. Satisfied? Don't ruin the mood. Please."

"So who's stopping you? Fuck!"

"Momma!"

"You know our deal. Fuck her or I'll fire Harriett."

Olivia's jaw dropped when she got confirmation from the horse's mouth - so to speak. I hated Rianne's domineering attitude. Olivia was willing, perhaps even needy. "I'll tell you what. I'll fuck her, but you restore Harriett's annual bonus." I diddled my hand between Olivia's legs, checking for moistness, resilience, but mostly because her legs were spread and my hips would prevent a recurrence of knee thumping.

"Momma, his hand is, oh my -"

"Fifty per cent," Rianne offered.

"This is not a negotiation. All of it, or I get dressed and entertain myself at the club. There are two women who seemed very interested today at the pool."

"I saw."

Olivia writhed below me, rubbing her mound with the head of my dick.

"Maybe its best if I leave Olivia to her -" I was about to say dildo.

"Give him all of it, Momma. I'm so hot. Oh God, make him fuck me."

"All right. But stay on the phone. I want to hear everything."

I held myself above Olivia on extended arms. "Put it in. Gently."

The previous dildoing must have opened her up, so why was taking the first couple of inches of me so difficult? 

She pulled my prick and thrust it against the crease. "Come on. Push." Her slit was clamped shut. 

"Take a deep breath and let it out slowly," I suggested.

She ignored me. "It doesn't fit. Damn it. Just when I decide-." Olivia scooted back and sat up against the headboard. "Oh, forget it."

For some reason, Olivia's cunt was too tight, like fucking a cinderblock - not that I've ever done that, mind you.

Olivia reached over and hung up on her mother. I wondered what other hang-ups permeated their relationship. At the moment, I wasn't permeating anything, especially Olivia's pussy. I sat back, Indian style. Olivia sat up, her nightgown high on her thighs and brushed away tear. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She reached out for me. "Can we try again-"

I held her off and interrupted. "We don't have to do this. Harriett can get another job." I leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss on cheek. This was supposed to be pleasant, not torture.

"Do you believe that love is important in a relationship?" she asked.

"Of course." Where was this coming from? Did Olivia expect a relationship with me? We were just supposed to fuck. 

"I haven't figured out if I love Barbara or not. She's great company, and I'm happy around her."

"That's a good start."

"Do you love Harriett?"

I wasn't prepared for an analysis of my relationship with my wife, sitting next to a nude string bean of a woman who I'd fucked with a dildo. "I care about her, but people have a variety of needs. Like sex." That was enough for her to know.

"Uh huh. And hungerrr." She growled the last word. My stomach growled a reply despite our recent feast. Olivia smiled.

"Right, eating is essential." I kissed her again near her mouth, still no reaction.

"Love won't keep your stomach full, I suppose."

"Besides emotional, there are physical needs." Maybe talking about sex will calm her down. I planted another kiss off-center of her lips. This time, she puckered back. It wasn't a planned kiss on her side, just instinct.




Service with a Smile Ch. 07 Pt. 02



"Those should be fulfilled as well." This time, she kissed me, plus a hug around my neck.

In response, I ran my hands down her body, pressing my palms on the flat of her tits.

"Not there," she muttered, then resumed kissing.

I slid my hands down along her sides, onto her hips then across belly,

She leaned hard against me. "We all have physical needs, real ones."

Smothered by her mouth, I choked out, "Absolutely."

"Mum just wants my needs met, right?" Put her hand on my erection. "Can you do that? Will you do that?"

"I can and I will."

Her hands moved up and down the length of my prick. "God. You're penis is so fat!"

"Lay back and relax."

She flopped back on the bed and spread her legs. "Relax? With that salami at my vagina?" She wiggled my dick against her labia. 

I lowered myself onto her and thrust my hips forward. It was like laying on a pile of sticks and twigs.

"Ooof."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're too heavy."

I sat up and laid back. "You get on top."

She straddled my hips, adjusting the gown to cover our groins. An image of Inga, poised above my prick, filled my vision. I startled when Olivia lowered her pussy onto my stalk. "Ooooh. Hot."

I let her take my prick at her pace. She was still tense, and was making progress, albeit slowly.

I wanted her to relax. Maybe by distracting her? The belted dildo lay on the floor, retired. "What did you call that thing? Hard Times? Hard Luck? What do you think my prick should be called?"

"Let me think." As soon as her eyes scanned the ceiling for an answer, her cunt muscles relaxed. I let gravity plant her on my erection. The muscles of her vagina were unyielding.

"Pussy Pounder? Vagina Violator? Cunt Crusher?"

"It doesn't have to be alliterative." She exhaled. "How about Die Hard?"

"How come?"

"'Cause a woman would just die to get something this hard between her legs?"

We laughed. A good opportunity to hoist my hips. She slid down a bit more, finally noticing the junction of our bodies. "Oh God. Look how far you're in! How did you do that?" Her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick. 

"Keep breathing," I ordered.

Her chest barely moved, although I could see her cheeks puffing. "Oh God, never take lightly what is offered seriously. Seriously!" Olivia leaned forward, maybe to rub her clit against my dick. 

I used the opportunity to take gentle hold of her gown in my fingertips. As she straightened up, I held fast. The front of her nightgown broke away. Olivia drew a quick breath. There were her tits, essentially flat with two eraser nipples. She gasped and threw her hands up to cover them. "Don't look. They're too small."

I pulled her towards me and licked, then nibbled the nub of a nipple. She squirmed against me. Pelvic bones thumped my groin, a hard vagina grazed my shaft. She moaned, and sucked in her breath when I used my tongue on the other one. To guide her in a mutual rhythm, I cupped her ass cheeks. I gave one a little slap, just to be playful. She moaned, raised up and came down hard, pubic bone again pubic bone. With that kind of impact, she could break something. Me.

Olivia's phone rang and she reached for it. Why did she respond. like a dog to the sound of a bell?

It was Rianne's voice. "You cut me off, you know. What's happening now?"

"All right, Mum, I'll tell you." Olivia was taking deep breaths with each descent "Mr. Marcus has his nine inch penis stuffed in my vagina, and he's plowing me over and over. I'm on top -"

I started to buck.

Olivia's demeanor crumbled. "And he's fucking - oh, God, he's fucking me, he's not stopping - God, he's so hard."

"Do you like it?"

"You must be joking! I love it. God, a real-" Olivia stopped. Did she want her mother to know she'd used a dildo, and with another woman? "-fucking. Sex is amazing."

"I must see you. I'll be right over."

Olivia's eyes shot open. "No! I'll leave the phone on, but don't you dare!"

"I'm real glad you suggested this, Rianne. Olivia is so hot." My hips were moving on their own accord, an uncoreographed series of thrusts. Every one faced the identical challenge, her pussy as firm on the thirtieth as the first. My legs shook. We were both panting, hugging. Olivia's mouth attacked my face, kissing my nose, lips, cheeks, and eyes. She was in the throws of passion, and I was getting close to an orgasm. Her cunt clamped down and she arched her back. She'd had one. It was my turn. I was grunting, not just for effect.

"Is he going to cum?" Rianne asked.

Why was Rianne asking her daughter? Olivia was smart, but not a mind reader. Although I wasn't asked, I nodded in reply.

"Oh, Mum, I'm going to make a man cum in me." Olivia paused. "Should he cum in me?"

Great time for that question. "Do you use birth control? I asked.

She shook her head. "It's never been an issue."

I asked about the date of her last period. 

"Two weeks."

"Then I'm probably going to get you pregnant." I said it matter-of-factly.

Rianne's voice crackled. "Pull out, Marcus."

Rianne couldn't ask anything nicely. Everything became a threat. I considered my options.

She continued. "Pull out or I'll come over there myself and-"

"And what? Pull him off of me?" Olivia resumed humping. Wasn't she done? Did she want another orgasm? "Mother, I'm getting fucked and you're not going to spoil it. If you dare interrupt, I'll - I'll - I'll let him cum in me. I mean it."

"No! Not that! I'll stay here and be quiet. Just let me listen. I'll be good."

Enough of Rianne's manipulation. Now I had the upper hand, and the lower cock. "You'll be extra good, won't you? So good, you'll double Harriett's bonus. And you'd better agree quick, because I'm feeling it." I grunted again, this time for show. I held Olivia's hips so she couldn't escape. Not that she was trying. Maybe she wanted to feel my sperm warm the crevice of her cunt. Something Hard Luck couldn't do.

Olivia voiced her support for my cause. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes, give Harriett a big bonus, a big fat bonus. A bonus so big it rips open the envelope-"

Olivia was on the edge again. So was I. Why was sex this good? No time to analyze, just enjoy.

Rianne's voice drowned in panic. "Okay, okay, double bonus, just don't ejaculate in her vagina."

Every muscle in Olivia's body clenched. Even her hair follicles flexed. She growled like a hungry bear. She was having another orgasm, O getting the big O, a natural one with a human dick, not whatever she got from Barbara. Assuming Babs ever got her off.

I had to push Olivia off my erection or violate my agreement. Her cunt lips squeezed my dick as they slid off. She dove at my prick, caressing it, stroking it, and suddenly face down on it, gagging badly. What was she thinking? I got on my knees and guided Olivia onto her back. I thumped my prick on her belly, stroked my prick until I was sufficiently excited, and then shot a stream of cum along her chest.

Olivia continued the play-by-play. "Mum, he came." Olivia swiped at the crooked line.

"Outside, I presume."

"Yes, all over my body. Cum is all over me! Even on my tits. I have tits, don't I?"

I nodded.

Olivia closed her eyes and hummed as she massaged my spunk into her skin.

"Thank you, Marcus. You met my challenge." 

Olivia opened her eyes. She didn't ask if Rianne was finished talking. She folded her phone shut. "Can we go again?" She sat back on her haunches, legs spread, scraps of nightgown beneath her.

My dick sagged after our tough fuck. "Sure, after I pull myself together." I expected her pussy would be just as unaccommodating the second time. I couldn't wait!

"Maybe we can order up a snack. Something creamy?" She lifted a strand of cum to her lips and stuck out her tongue.

I was no spinach lover, but I'd need something to maintain my strength, if Olivia was going to shiver my timbers all night.

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Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 01



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Mr. Marcus has plans to attend Parents' Weekend at his daughter Annie's college downstate. But the best laid plans of Marcus and men sometimes get messed up, and frequently get Mr. Marcus laid.

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Why didn't I want to pick up the phone? Because the caller ID said "KRUMHOLTZ", and I wasn't up to taking any of Stephanie's outrage about penetrating her daughter Inga. It had been only the tip - the head - of my prick, anyway. Before it could get serious and deeper, Inga reacted, or should I say, over-reacted, to the feel of a cock in her pussy. Just barely in, I swear it. Reese, Mr. Tashun's niece was a witness. Hell, she had called it 'nothing.' Besides, I needed to leave for downstate. Attending Parents' Weekend was a gift from Harriett, and I didn't get those very often.

I had to find out what Stephanie thought, for better or worse. "Hello?"

"Harvey, I mean, Mr. Marcus."

Why couldn't we be on a first name basis? We'd fucked, hadn't we?

Dr. Crumholtz's, or Stephanie's, voice sounded frantic. "Come to my office immediately!"

I'd passed her tests, proving that I didn't have a breast fetish. "I thought we were done with my-"

"It's not you. It's Inga."

She had my attention. "Why, what's wrong?"

"She exhibits signs of clinical depression ever since she drove up from downstate. Since she saw you. Completely unresponsive. You have to help me. I don't know where else to turn, or to whom she'll respond."

I'd been upset at Inga's sudden departure. Not enough to unmount Reese from my cock and run after Inga, but concerned none the less. And not just because her mother had demanded it. I felt protective of Inga. Those feelings were real, more parental than sexual. Although my daughter Annie and I had sex - so much for that. "I'll be right there."

I'd just hung up the phone and it rang again. Neat feature, caller ID. It was Clara from across the street, probably looking for me to demonstrate sex with another of her visiting nieces. I let it ring. Inga came first. And, she took higher priority. 

I jumped into my rental car. The insurance company was procrastinating about my wrecked coupe, the one I'd driven into a ditch with Inga as passenger. The one that got destroyed by toxic chemicals. Something about personal liability. I'd exhibited personal restraint by not taking advantage of Inga during our nude chemical cleansing shower. I'd have to escalate their process as soon as I got a chance.

I didn't trust my rental at speeds over 45 miles per hour. Perhaps the rust bucket was unsafe at any speed. There were plenty of parking spaces in Stephanie's office building. Maybe emotional crises were on a downturn. Like my portfolio of investments. Damn Zenellis for screwing me out of my future nest egg. At least I screwed his daughter as compensation.

I knew my way along the corridor and into Stephanie's office. A chime announced that I'd crossed the threshold. I didn't bother to knock on the door since I was expected. The one-way mirror's curtains had been pushed back. Stephanie stood, viewing her second room. "Thank God you're here. Look." 

On the other side of the glass, Inga sat, curled up on the couch. Her outfit was completely distracting. Uncomfortably short mini skirt. For me, not for her. Standard white blouse. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her face was made up. Blush and lipstick and eyeliner. Way too much. Inga didn't need any of that stuff to look pretty. "Is she resting?"

"Don't be a fool. She's withdrawn, a classic case of depression. And I have you to thank."

"Me? I did precisely what you demanded." Almost. 

"Yes, you were dutiful, despite some serious lapses in judgment. Showering with her, touching her. Everything except the act of sex itself."

So Inga hadn't told her mother about my incidental penetration. "If you recall, you gave me permission to hold and touch your daughter. I stayed within the bounds of your rules. Why hold me to blame?"

"I apologize. I'm completely frustrated, that's all." Stephanie crossed her arms, accentuating her bust. I recalled her naked breasts as we'd sat on my bed. She wasn't frustrated after we'd fucked. "Why do you think she's acting this way?"

"I don't know. You're the shrink."

Stephanie bristled. "She thinks you rejected her. For some sexpot. I had you all wrong. You don't have a breast fetish. You have a young woman fetish."

Maybe the first correct diagnosis I'd heard from Stephanie. "Does that include you?"

"That was a slip of judgment." Stephanie scowled. I never should have -"

"You enjoyed every bit. Don't lie." She'd been horny, and I always am. It had been a natural conclusion. Only complication was, Inga walked in on us just as we were climaxing.

Stephanie paused. "It was pleasurable. But we're talking about Inga." Stephanie, Dr. Crumholtz, paced. "What happened in that motel room? Please tell me."

I wasn't about to admit that I'd kind-of sort-of half-fucked her daughter. No way. "What did Inga say?" The truth will out, as they say.

"She told me that when she found you at the motel, you were with a young woman. Your paramour insisted Inga get undressed."

"And then?"

"Nothing. She said you did nothing with her. I wouldn't have believed it, but Inga never lies to me."

Reese had used the term "nothing" as a comparative to full contact active sex, not as an absolute, but I was grateful for the mix-up. "Thanks for your confidence."

"I must say, I'm surprised. Given the circumstances and the opportunity, I would have expected you to take advantage. Given the close encounters you and Inga shared at your home, and after your auto accident. But you've shown yourself to be bigger than that."

Stephanie knew of whence she spoke, having coaxed me to an erection and acquiesced to fucking me.

She pointed to her daughter. "See how she's withdrawn?"

Inga had tightened her fetal position, clenching her knees. Her skirt had risen, leaving a clear view all the way up to colored panties. I wondered what logo decorated them? Perhaps I'd get lucky enough to find out.

"So she's depressed because we did nothing? Then think," I said. "Me doing nothing with her and something with the other young lady - and by the way, we were accidentally stranded there - angered and humiliated her."

"I believe you're right."

Odd, Stephanie agreeing with my diagnosis. I was bull shitting. "You know what will happen if I go in there. She'll throw herself at me and demand sexual satisfaction. She probably views a good fucking as revenge." Or just something pleasurable I'd denied her, primarily due to her mother's rules. On top of all that, she saw her mother and I having sex. "And you won't let me go that far, so that's that." I walked towards the door. Stephanie had put me in an impossible situation, so leaving was the correct choice of action.

Stephanie grabbed my arm. "You can't go. She won't talk to me."

"You don't get it, do you? Inga doesn't want to talk. She wants sex. And she views me as a desirable partner in that activity. You can decide from your own experience if that's a wise choice or not." I wasn't going to let the dear doctor forget our tumble in the sack. I had such little leverage with her, but I sensed more was about fall on my side of the scale.

"So what are you saying? You want carte blanche? You can just march in there and do whatever you want with my daughter, including-" she swallowed hard, "-sex?"

I thought about her words. "Yes. That's precisely what I'm saying. Take it or leave it."

Stephanie took her classic pose, face in her hands. She assumed that position whenever she had to make a decision with sexual consequences. "Okay, you win. Bring Inga out of this, using whatever means necessary. I won't stop you."

I wanted to say, "Like in Norma's case?" - when I fucked Inga's best friend in Stephanie's office - but decided not to rub it in. "Stay here." It was a warning more than a statement.

I walked out and made my way down the hall to the session and examination room, Armed with Stephanie's unlimited permission, I considered the possibility of fulfilling Inga's desire for intercourse. Our sexual activity would be under her mother's scrutiny, through the one-way mirror, not a pleasant prospect. The door wasn't locked. A good sign.

Inga swung her attention to the door when I entered the second office, the same one in which I'd fucked her best friend Norma. She jumped from the couch and ran over, strangling me with her arms. "You came to see me," she whispered. Did Inga know about the surveillance?

"Your mother asked me to come."

"Awesome." Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. 

I grabbed her wrists. "What are you doing?"

"We're going to make love, in front of my mother. She's watching us."

"That would be a really bad idea." My dick, already hard, pulsed at the thought.

"She won't tell anyone, because then I'll tell about how she had sex with you." Inga's smile was ear to ear. She felt in control, all-powerful. And all sexual.

This was even worse than Stephanie thought, but in a completely different direction. Inga was ready to use blackmail to achieve her objective. Which meant she was serious, and dangerous. "I'd appreciate some privacy when we do it. IF we do it."

Inga released me and folded her arms. Like mother, like daughter. "You're a tease, do you know that? First, in the chemical shower, then at the motel and now here. Is it your job to humiliate me?"

"Your mother and I are concerned about you."

"Yeah, sure. And how about that hottie? Is she worried too?"

"I don't want to talk about Reese."

"Just leave. You've done enough." She turned her back, Her skirt was caught in her waistband, her panties in clear view.

"You left so fast, I didn't have a chance-"

"What, did you want me to stick around while you finished having sex with her? Like I wasn't humiliated enough? Nothing! She said we did nothing. And that's what I mean to you, isn't it? Nothing at all."

"You're wrong. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care."

"How about if you have sex with my mother again and let me watch? Would you like that?"

My dick perked up at the thought of bedding either of the Krumholtz women. "I'm here to make sure you're okay. That's all. Have a seat." I directed her to the couch. We sat next to each other, with my body blocking Stephanie's view of her daughter. "What's with you and the need for sex? You've been teasing me with that delicious little body of yours ever since we've met, despite your mother's directive. Or is it because your mother said no?"

"I'm delicious?" Inga's face brightened pink, a devilish smile on her lips. "Remember when I told you I was assigned to you for my ministry?"

I nodded.

"Well, that was a fib. I picked you specifically."

"Why me?" I had a guess, but the full picture was fuzzy. Better for her to explain.

"When me and my girlfriends hang at the mall, we meet other girls, from the public schools."

From her uniform, I knew Inga was in a private school, probably religious, Catholic if I had to guess. She crossed her stockinged legs. Her skirt was close to exposing her panties. "Go on."

"Well, the subject came around to boys, and then to experiences. Who did what, stuff like that. My friends and me came up short compared to what these girls claimed. Anyway, a couple of them said that they'd been initiated, that's what they called it, by a grown up. The father of one of their friends. It wasn't too hard to get them to talk about it, they wanted to brag. One of them slipped and mentioned Annie's name. It didn't take much research to find you. I'm curious, were they telling the truth?"

"None of your business. So, other young women claimed I'd had sex with them?"

"That's the whole point. I'm the skinny loser, the one boys pay no attention to. But if I could get you to make love to me, I'd be a winner."

So much for accidental. Everything Inga did, stripping down to her undies, showering with me, all of it was calculated to get me between her thighs. "Except your mother's rules got in the way."

"And how! I can't believe you let her control you. Didn't the other moms object to you having sex with their daughters?"

The other moms were unaware, before or after, as far as I knew. "I didn't have the chance to clear it with them. The opportunities came up suddenly. Happenstance."

"So you did have sex with them, just like they said!"

I'd said too much.

Inga continued, "But Mom came to your house, huh, and warned you away?"

"She was looking out for your welfare. The other moms would have done the same, if they'd been asked."

"So if I'd shown up one day, not for a ministry, but just as a visitor, and I'd taken off my clothes, would you have done it?"

I shrugged. "It wasn't that blatant. No one ever showed up at my door and volunteered for sex. Like I said, it was accidental." In the back of a minivan. In an art supply closet. In a greenhouse. Come to think of it, in a whole bunch of unusual places.

"After the car crash, we were naked in the decontamination tent. Why didn't you do it then?"

I almost had. Our bodies, slick with soap, rubbing against each other. My cock hardened, then and now. Would it be so bad to let Stephanie see me fuck Inga? Absolutely! "I remembered your mother's words."

"And at the motel"?"

I wasn't going to tell Inga that I'd have been willing to fuck her that night, if she hadn't bolted, Stephanie's rules or not. "You ran off."

"Because I was humiliated. That slut made fun of me. She said we'd done nothing. I took your cock inside, didn't I?"

"Yes you did."

"So, I want to finish what we started. I don't want to be failure."

So that's why my liaison with Norma got Inga so angry. I was Inga's savior but Norma got bragging rights. Inga had serious self-image issues. "You're not. You're a beautiful young lady. Any guy who ignores you is missing out. They're the losers."

"See! You treat me like somebody."

My prick wanted to treat her to eight firm inches, but not here, not now. After all, I had Stephanie's permission when the time was right. "You are somebody. Don't ever forget that."

"So are you. My future lover." She leaned over and kissed me. Warm and needy. My hand fell onto her knee and slid along her thigh. I almost changed my mind. After all, we were on a padded horizontal surface. "So when will we do it? Tonight?"

"Sorry. I'm driving down to see my daughter at school right from here," I said. "We'll talk when I get back."

"When?" she repeated. 

I stood up. "I don't know." When we're out of your mother's sight.

She posed, hands behind her back. Her delectable breasts pushed against her blouse. No bra? "The next time a bag of flour explodes on us? Or when we're in a decontamination tent getting sprayed?" 

Inga was quick, that's for sure. "Give me a chance to figure it out."

"Okay. But don't make me wait too long." She stood close and put one hand on my hip. The other cruised across to the front of my pants. "Too long."

I gently removed her fingers from my crotch area and held her hand. "You can make that judgment next time we're naked, not before." I kissed her. Sweet lips. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Inga nodded. "I can't wait!"

I gave Stephanie a "thumbs up" towards the one-way mirror. In a few seconds, she was through the door, hugging her daughter. 

"Are you better, baby?" Stephanie mouthed a silent "thank you" over Inga's shoulder. Was it thanks for not fucking her, or getting her out of a perceived depression. 

I decided Stephanie wasn't very skilled as a therapist.

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The drive downstate took longer due to my rental beater and traffic and construction. Way longer. My stop at Stephanie's office didn't help either. Annie was in the foyer of her dorm building.

"Hi, Daddy." Annie threw her arms around me. 

I enjoyed the warm greeting and the feel of her breasts against my chest. Had they grown since the last time she was home on break? Although I wasn't intent on sleeping with her, the idea gave me a pleasant shiver. "Hi, baby."

"What's that piece of shit you're driving?"

I gave an abbreviated explanation of my accident, leaving out the part about fondling Inga naked in the decontamination tent. "Sorry I'm late."

"Some young girl in need of your services?" Her hand slipped between us and slid past my dick. If it hadn't grown at the thought of sex, it definitely responded to her touch. 

"You know me so well. That, plus construction and traffic. What's on the agenda? Do they have parent events?"

"They did, three hours ago. You didn't miss anything. Speeches, tours, the showbiz spin from the administration. They're about to begin a building fund drive and want to put their best foot forward. I could give them a program that would fund two buildings," she stroked my dick again, "but I don't think they'd go along."

I pictured a four-color brochure, advertising a funding drive where you'd pay to have sex with a coed. No, definitely not. "So what's an old guy to do on campus, if the events are over and your building fund idea is a non-starter?" I didn't have to let Annie know I was horny. She knew that was my persistent condition.

"I'm taking you to dinner for your birthday, and then you'll get your present." She winked.

"Ah yes, my birthday." Harriett gave me this trip to see Annie as birthday gift. "You remembered."

"Kind of hard to forget, with Mommy sending me countdown email messages. Three weeks, two weeks, one week. Since when did Mommy get so Internet proficient?"

"Her new job I guess." She never emails me.

"You don't need reminding because you always remember my birthday."

That was true. Hard to forget the Ides of March. My stomach growled. "So where are we going for dinner?"

"Tropical Circle Bar and Grill. Best place in town. Nothing too good for my Daddy."

Town was an overstatement. More like a glorified strip mall but very old. The second best place was a fast food joint. We walked to the restaurant because everything was within walking distance. The place was almost empty at five o'clock. Maybe business picked up for the late dinner crowd, with truckers tired of burgers and subs.

A college student approached our table, a white apron around his waist. "Annie, long time. This your dad?"

"Yeah. Dad, this is -" She paused, clearly at a loss for his name.

"Brad." He didn't extend his hand, thank goodness. He wasn't my daughter's date, just a waiter.

"Right," said Annie. "Bring us a couple of Tropical Storms. You'll love it."

I nodded, because I'd been given no choice. While we sat, I quizzed Annie about her courses. Every answer was, "It's okay," or "Fine," or "Feels like a review from high school." Evidently, the academics weren't very challenging. I had been convinced that a more elite school with higher standards would have been a better choice, but Harriett wanted her baby within driving distance. Funny how, with Harriett's employment and travel, she wasn't home enough to see Annie or come down to see her. This trip was only possible because of Harriett's requirement.




Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 01



While I pursued a conversation with Annie, a coed stopped momentarily at our table. A short brunette with a boyish haircut. Kind of cute. "Hi, Annie." In my direction, she said, "See you later." Then she was gone.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"One of my g-friends." Annie was casual, almost flippant.

I hadn't gotten two words out when a second coed stopped by. This one was a redhead with shoulder-length hair and freckled skin. Same "Hello" and the same promise of "See you later." The third was a tall blonde, very Scandinavian. Completely hot. Blood pumped hard to my cock for this one. The fourth was also blonde but medium height, bigger tits and a ponytail. The fifth was a curly haired brunette, a bit stockier with wide hips.

When we were finally alone, I asked, "So, what's with the parade?" More like models on a runway. "They all friends of yours?"

"Yeah. There's an evening event where you'll see them again." Annie choked back a laugh.

I could tell my daughter was up to something. "I thought all of the parent weekend events were over."

"All but one. A special one."

Brad delivered our food orders. Annie teased me by deep throating her bratwurst after it sufficiently cooled. I focused on a strip steak that tasted like my steer had walked from San Francisco to New York City.

"How about a private tour of campus?" Annie hooked her arm through mine.

"Sounds good. A walk will help me digest. You know, a really good restaurant here would be a money-maker."

"Great idea. Why don't you open one? Then, after it makes a mint, in three years, I'll graduate and you can sell it. Or give it to me as a graduation present."

It was my turn to laugh. I'd never make it as a restaurant owner. "Is that what you'd like to do? Food service management?" We followed a blacktop path that wound among the classrooms and administration buildings. 

"I don't know. Sheesh, I'm just a freshman. The university doesn't require me to declare until end of next year."

Annie's phone played the theme from The Lone Ranger. Odd ring tone. I only heard her half of the conversation. "Hi. You psyched?" "Huh?" "So? You don't have to be there do you?" "Are you sure?" "You will? Great!" She snapped her phone shut. "Minor change of plans but no biggie. It'll be okay." Her expression didn't say 'okay.' It showed anxiety.

I changed the topic from academics. "So, how are activities?" I explicitly didn't ask about dating or anything like that. If Annie was fucking the football team, I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"The girls are cool, but there's a drought of hot guys. Lots of loners and geeks who don't know what end is up."

I pictured some anonymous coed on all fours, and a faceless geek walking in a circle around her, clueless about the opportunities for a blowjob or doggy style penetration. "How's your roommate? Do you two get along?"

"She's a little up-tight, but better than most. She went home with her folks for the rest of the weekend." The Lone Ranger theme sounded again. "Excuse me." Annie took a few steps away. "Hi, how is it?" "Who'd you get?" "No, not her. She's so -" "Are you sure she'll go along?" "Like what?" "Good idea. Later." Annie seemed more upbeat after this conversation. "See, I told you things would work out."

"What would?"

"Wait and see." Annie directed us past and named every building on campus, the five-dollar tour. "Time to go back to the dorm."

I read my watch in the streetlamp light. Including the dinner and the long walk, we'd been out a couple of hours. "You said there was an event?"

"Uh huh. Special for parents with birthdays today." Annie kissed my cheek as I reached for the front door to her building.

Annie's room was on the second floor. The hallway was deserted. Her hand fondled the doorknob. "You still do word games, right?" she asked.

"You mean puns? Only if I get credit, of course." Credit. Course. It was a bit forced, but fit the locale.

She didn't react to the example but seemed delighted. "Goodie! You remember all the girls who stopped by our table?"

What breathing male couldn't? "Uh huh."

"Well, they're all participating in your birthday celebration. You should have a lot of fun!" And with a flourish and a wiggle of hips, she was gone.

Alone, I glanced around. The room accommodated two. One side was quite plain, almost generic. Annie's decorating job exploded from the other side. Enlarged photos of her girlfriends adorned the wails. Not one of any male student. Scattered papers on her tiny desk. Her twin bed, made for a change.

A familiar brunette coed entered Annie's room wearing a baseball cap and jersey. The uniform came to her upper thigh exposing nice legs. It was impossible to tell what was underneath, if anything. She wore sneakers. Oh yes, and she held a baseball and miniature bat. Was the bat a weapon or a sexual aid?

"My name is Babe Ruthie. You're Annie's dad?"

It was important to ask lest she end up half dressed with some other student's father. "Yes, you stopped by our table at dinner."

She thunked the side of her head with her hand, tilting the ball cap askew. "No duh. I get confused sometimes. Like when guys talk about how far they got with a girl on a date. Do you understand it?"

Now I was unclear on the concept. "For example?

She came closer. "Like, what does getting to first base mean?"

Wasn't it feeling up a date through her bra? Now that she'd asked, I wasn't sure. Guys had used those phrases when I was growing up but no one ever had the balls to ask what they meant. Which probably meant that everyone had his or her own personal definition.

Ruthie continued her rant. "They all say different stuff. One guy told me that second base was putting his cock in my pussy. Shit, if that's true, what's third base? Not that I didn't want to fuck him."

I was startled at the language and the frankness. This was way more than I needed to know. "Really?"

Ruthie wasn't done. "Another guy said second base was touching my boobs inside by bra without me taking it off. What's with that?"

"Guys are strange. I feel your frustration." If I played my cards right, I expected I'd be feeling more than her frustration. After all, Annie wouldn't fix me up with a present that wouldn't put out, would she? I invented an illogical answer on the spot. "I think there's a constant and a variable."

"What does that mean?" She scratched at her head with the bat. The jersey came up higher on her thighs, but exposed nothing.

I had no idea, so I made something up. "I mean, maybe couples do the same thing at each base, but with greater intimacy." I didn't want to be too pushy and scare her off. 

"You talk funny." She dropped the bat and ball and then pushed at me with an open hand.

Time to break the ice. "But it has to start withy kissing, right?"

"Kissing isn't a base. At least, none of my dates said it was."

"But that's where the base running starts. It's the warm up circle. Let me show you." I pulled her close. 

She tilted her head, a willing gesture. Her lips were soft and warm, then firm and unrelenting. She came up for breath. "I think there has to be touching, or it's just making out."

"Where?" I asked.

"Up here." She ran her hands over her tits, high on her chest. "All the guys want to touch me there."

So did I. Given the opportunity, I didn't hesitate. I covered her player numbers with my hands. She held my face and pushed her face to mine. Her lips pulsed, seeking response. I kissed back with as much technique as I had, kind of a silent hum. Her grip remained firm and so did my dick. She gasped for breath when she pulled back. "Yes. First base is definitely kissing and touching." Her face was flush. "So what's second base?"

I paused to construct the proper response. One of my buddies had used it to describe getting inside his dates blouse and feeling up her breasts. Was it outside or inside her bra? I couldn't recall.

Ruthie offered one possibility. "Maybe it means taking off our tops and kissing. Kissing is the constant and how we're dressed is the variable."

Ruthie wasn't stupid after all, and she wasn't shy. She was already unbuttoning her jersey. I stood like a statue. Damn, no bra, breasts the size and shape of, I kid you not, baseballs, with a wide gap in between. Below, she wore an ill-fitting man's jock strap. "You too. We should match."

I took off my shirt never taking my eyes off her round self-supporting breasts. "So second base is kissing and touching without shirts?" I answered by actions, putting my hands on the rounded curve of her chest and returning to kissing. Her nipples firmed as I explored the front surfaces.

She danced in place. I was also having difficulty standing still. My prick ached for contact.

"Wow, that's half way?" she asked.

"Around the bases." And perhaps into her pants. Jock strap, I mean.

"So then third base must be kissing bottomless." She slid the jockstrap down her thighs over her hips. Her pussy was flat with a crease. Bare of hair. 

I dropped my pants and jockeys. She gasped at the sight but wasn't scared or she wouldn't have taken my erection in hand. I countered her move by cupping her pussy mound, my middle finger along the crease. We kissed, but the position was awkward for both of us. I had to bend a bit to kiss her and rub my finger up and back. She pumped her hand, affecting her balance. As the tip of my prick rubbed against the circle of her thumb and index finger, I pressed my finger deeper, hitting a moist layer of soft flesh. Her body was beginning to slump, so I held her up with my free arm. That put her naked body against mine, but made me lean even further. I couldn't sustain the kissing.

"I need to sit down," I announced. The edge of the bed was the closest, and softer than the desk chair.

"Me too." Ruthie say down on my thighs, legs spread, facing me. "Have you ever hit a home run?"

"Oh yes, many times." If she meant fucking.

"Annie says you know how to use your bat." Her fist returned to caressing my cock.

"I've stroked a few out of the park." I played with her breasts and nipples, to make the fondling mutual. My dick was thumping against her crotch.

"We're going to have to be very careful." She rose up and placed me against her slit. Then she lowered herself a bit, making sure I stayed on target. "Just take it easy until I get used to it. Most of the guys I've dated were in a slump."

I got the picture. "You want to take a few practice swings?"

"Sure." She barely dipped. 

What kind of practice swing was that? I held her hips and tugged. She took a couple of inches. "How's that?"

"Ooh, you've got good wood." She joined in the action. Each bounce took me deeper. She grimaced but I attributed it to pleasure. "You've got a smooth stroke."

"So I've been told." I repeated my thrusts, inching closer to the full depth of her cunt. 

At full penetration, she ground against me. "You scored," she growled.

"That's an accurate description."

"I wish we could fuck," she said. 

The bouncing hadn't stopped. What were we doing, baking cookies? "Aren't we?"

"Oh yeah, we're doing it, but we can't go all the way. I asked to be your present, but Annie said that I wasn't good enough."

I lifted and dropped her. "You're doing just fine." I continued my lubricated assault when Ruthie stood up. My prick popped from her pussy. "What's wrong?"

"I can't make you cum or Annie will kill me. We'd better stop before I get carried away." She grabbed her jersey and jock strap. The hat had stayed on her head the entire time.

My pulsing prick stood erect, unattended. Carried away, fucking, was exactly what I wanted. What did Annie want? "So what am I supposed to do now?" I was damned if I was going to masturbate with a naked and willing sex partner in the room. "Come back here. I haven't struck out with you, have I?"

"There's another girl in the on deck circle." Ruthie buttoned her top.

Ruthie had a nice behind, and nice tits. What was wrong with this one? We were on track for both of us to achieve satisfaction. "Somebody else? But I like you." 

"Thanks. You're pretty awesome yourself. Maybe we can get together, when Annie isn't in charge."

A knock on the door confirmed the possibility, maybe even the fact, of a second girl. "Who's that?"

"The next girl. I don't know many there are." Ruthie's ass jiggled as she scampered from the room as my dick waved goodbye. 

Annie stuck her head in. "Time's up. You didn't finish did you? Cum, I mean?"

"Nope." No thanks to you.

"Good." Annie's smile was evil.

"Not good." My cock ached. "You want to come over here and-"

This time Annie's phone played the first six chords of some hip hop song I'd never heard before, with a generic beat. "Yo, what's up?" "Who?" "She is? Did she say why?" A long pause. "Really? I've got to talk to her. Have her wait with Bets." "I know, but she might be better." Annie tucked the phone in her pocket. "You're very popular you know that?"

With Annie's former classmates and now, some of her current ones. "I have my fans."

"Speaking of which, you have another visitor."

"Someone I can fuck?"

Annie chuckled and disappeared around the frame. Another coed entered. I recognized Red from the restaurant. So I was going to be visited by all of them?

The outfit didn't match but the intent was clear. She was dressed as a firefighter - white hardhat, yellow slicker and black boots. The hardhat was construction without the long back brim and the boots were tall enough but fur-trimmed.

With a second costumed coed, the pattern was confirmed. I'd face a series of beauties, word play and sex play enabled. Annie had departed, leaving me alone with this public servant. "Where's the fire?" I asked.

"I'm responding to an alarm," she said.

I was still naked from Babe Ruthie. Red didn't seem to mind. Nor be shocked. "Are you alarmed at the size of my cock?"

She stepped closer. "No, I'm used to handing long hoses." She knelt down and took me in her grasp. Her lips surrounded the head, first kissing, then slurping.

So this one enjoyed word play as much as I did. "You should find the hot spot and care for it."

"Maybe you can help me locate it." She stood up popped the snaps of her slicker. Under it she wore a fire engine red bra and panties, the lacy translucent kind. Did I mention she was a natural redhead? She tossed her hat on the bed next to me and shook her flaming locks loose. "I'll need your hose to put out my fire."

"But I don't see any smoke or flames."

She dragged a single finger up her panties, pressing hard enough to make a lasting crease. "It's smoldering right here."

"Isn't me putting out your fire role reversal?"

She turned around and dropped her panties. "If you'd prefer reversal-" As she bent over, her hairy pussy introduced itself. With no hesitation she backed up, spread her legs and directed my dick to her pussy. "This is no hose. This is a fire pole."

Like in a fire station, she slid down. She was looser than Babe Ruthie. With no trouble, I bottomed out. Perhaps I could finish with Red what Ruthie had started, if I was quicker. "Ummmm, that's it, work that hose."

I directed her hips but she cooperated fully. She moaned and bounced against me. This was pure pleasure.

My cock was throbbing. "Hoses spurt, you know." Our thighs slapped.

"You have to tell me before that happens."

"Why?" I held her hips as I slammed all the way in. Time was the enemy.

"Christ, not so hard. Because I'm not the girl designated to take you over the top. Damn it, fuck me."

She was more than willing for sex, and maybe willing to break Annie's rule. "What about that fire of yours?"

She lifted and dropped on my dick, with deep breathy sighs. As I humped, Red's cunt tightened. This was the opposite of what I'd experienced with every other sex partner I'd had. "What are you doing?"

"I've been building up my muscles. Put your hands on my stomach."

I slid my hands from her hips, my fingers spread around her navel.

"Now feel this."

And I did. A constriction of her cunt, trapping by dick. Which meant a halt to our humping. And no friction. My cock swelled against the pressure so I didn't deflate. However the fucking was at a complete standstill. I was too horny to sit with my dick in a flesh vise. One hand moved surreptitiously down her belly. A fingertip explored her fleshy gap.

"Uhhhhh." Her muscles loosened a bit. I restarted my fucking engine. She constricted but I kept up the attention to her clit. Her physiology had no defense. My other hand grabbed a breast and tweaked a nipple. Her movements became more vigorous. I reached up for her other breast. Her body was closer to mine. I kissed her back because it was available. She turned her head. "You're the best."

"I try." I was trying hard to push us both over the edge.

"I'll call your dick Avis 'cause it tries harder." She rose up and dropped onto my cock. "I love this, but we can't finish. Well, at least you can't."

"So I've been told." I kept fucking. Maybe the conversation would distract her. "Do you want to stop? You have some fire to get to?"

The pile driving was working. "Hell, no, but yes. I'll have to find some plebe who needs practice."

"Are you sure? Because I'm getting close to dousing that fire-"

"God, you're awesome. But I told you. Annie didn't pick me-" As quickly as she'd taken me in, she stood and faced me. Pop went the penis. "Annie would have my head." My cock yearned to be buried in a mouth in someone's head, or better yet their cunt. Red rubbed a breast with one hand, her pussy with the other. "I'm still hot, and you're not finished yet. Damn her anyway." She gathered up her things. When she bent down to collect her panties from the floor, her split cunt winked at me through matted red fuzz. She spun around and fell to her knees. "Happy birthday, Daddy." A quick kiss of my dick and then my lips, and she was gone.

My prick lurched. That was way too quick. In just a few more minutes, I would have cum inside Red. Why couldn't I finish up with her, recuperate, and still have my gift, whoever that was? Probably Annie herself. I looked at my moist erection. Two sexual interactions but no satisfaction? What was Annie doing? A cold sweat hit me. I pulled my jockeys on and threw a sheet over my legs. Maybe Annie was punishing me, giving me a sample of females who would tease me and keep me erect for hours, but never let me ejaculate. Had I done something wrong? A faint knock announced a cautious visitor. Who this time? "Come in." Hopefully the girl I'm scheduled to cum in.

The door opened in slow motion. "Hello?"

"Yes, come on in."

The feathered cap, green vest and miniature bow and arrow screamed Sherwood Forest. Below, matching skirt in green velour over a green leotard clinging to wide hips. The most outstanding thing, literally, were her breasts. They stuck out at right angles to her body. Although the vest covered the fronts, the sides of her two salami-shaped tits were in clear view. How could they stand out that way?

"I'm here for the play rehearsal. Hey, you're undressed."

I dragged my eyes from her tits to her face. This one was Hispanic with wide-set eyes, up-turned up nose and thicker than normal lips. I hadn't met her at the restaurant. A ringer, or some coed who wandered into the wrong room. "Who sent you?"

"Claudia. Actually, she's my roommate. She was going to try out for this part. She got called away so she told me to come."

So she wanted to cum? I wanted to, worse than she ever could, so I played along. Which one was Claudia, anyway? No matter, she'd sent a substitute. The inadequate vest, tit flesh leaking out both sides when she pulled it tight to hide her cleavage, meant Claudia wasn't as developed. Tights that were stretched to the limit around her thighs, so tight I could count goose bumps meant that Claudia was thinner. Both paid testimony to her borrowing Claudia's outfit with no time to tailor it. "Sorry I didn't know when to expect you. I was just relaxing."




Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 01



"Aren't you too old to be a student?"

This one wasn't in on the gag. Clueless. "I'm a visiting lab instructor." Sex lab.

"Oh okay. I hope I won't disappoint you. I'm not very good at acting."

Audition? Acting? Okay, then it was time to direct. "You're in good hands." Hopefully, those tits would be, soon.

"Claudia said you'd help me with the lines. You know, prompt me. There was no time to memorize them."

"No problem. Be extemporaneous. I'll guide you." And my prick between those chubby thighs. "Do you understand the nature if the play?

"Something about meade and evil?"

Oh Lord. A dimwit. "Medieval. Ancient times. You look like you're dressed to be one of Robin Hood's merry men. Who are you?"

"Anita. Oh you mean- I remember now - I'm Robbing Hood."

"Don't you mean Robin Hood?"

"Did I get it wrong already? I'm sorry." Anita hung her head, giving her a perfect view of her cleavage. "Claudia walked through the scene with me before she ran off to the stables. Gosh I'm so stupid. I've forgotten all of it. Aren't you supposed to be in costume, like tights or a robe or something?"

I ignored her direct question. "How about if I coach you through the scene?" This ditz thought we were practicing for a play. Maybe I could convince her to play with me.

"Great!" She clasped her hands in front, which squeezed her forthright breasts even further out. 

"Let me set the scene. Robin Hood lived in Sherwood Forest. He stole from the rich and gave to the poor. His band of merry men -"

"Married men?"

"No merry. Happy?"

"Oh, okay." Anita hung on my every word. Her forward posture exposed a beckoning cleavage.

I ripped my gaze from her chest to her face. "Anyway he gathered them onto his team one at a time. "

"I'm on a team. Basketball."

"That's good. An actress needs to be athletic." How did she prevent her tits from giving her black eyes as she dribbled down the court? "One of the first was Little John-"

"Darn, now I remember. I got it backwards. I'm Little Joan."

Massive Joan was more like it. "Much better. I'll be Robin Hood. We'll practice the scene where Robin and Little John, uh, Joan first meet."

"That's me, Little Joan." She pulled her shoulders back. Those tits were ready to burst free. "So how did they meet?"

Naked in a hot tub. Some clerk assigned them the same hotel room. They sat in adjacent seats on an airplane. "In Sherwood Forest at a river. A tree had fallen across the water making a natural bridge from shore to shore. But the two were on opposite sides. And they both wanted to cross at the same time."

She nodded vigorously. Her tits shook side-to-side threatening to escape from the tightly held vest. "So did they take turns crossing or what?"

"No. Their egos wouldn't allow them to act weak. And both were stubborn. Neither one wanted to yield."

"Sounds like men. No offense."

"None taken. So they fought with quarterstaffs-"

"What?"

"Quarterstaffs were long sticks like broom handles. In this scene, they used them as weapons, to knock each other off the tree trunk into the water." I could only imagine Anita in a wet t-shirt contest.

"Men are always so macho. So we're supposed to fight?"

"Play fighting." And maybe some real life frolicking.

She looked around the room for props. As she turned and bent over to pick up the baseball bat Babe Ruthie had dropped, I saw the back of her outfit. The skirt was tied on, not big enough to go all the way around Anita's waist. The undersized tights revealed that Anita had skipped panties. A plump pussy showed though the tightly stretched material, bracketed by hefty but nicely shaped cheeks. Anita turned back and stood up. I got a side shot of one of her gravity-defying breasts. "How about this?"

"That would hurt, even with play acting. You see, the only thing I have that's long and stiff is-" I pulled the sheet from my groin area.

"Wow! You're enormous."

"Just wait." I pulled down my jockeys. No point in beating around the bush, especially if I was going to split her bush. "This can be my stick."

"Oh my god. You're showing me your penis." She covered her eyes.

"It's just a play." If I could only get her to play with me.

She peeked. "Are they all so big?"

"All the better to make a good weapon." By her behavior, she might be a sex partner but not Annie's designated cum partner. Perhaps Claudia was. No, Annie wouldn't have substituted this novice. "Face me." Have you ever touched one?"

She clasped her hands. 'Oh, I couldn't."

"Use your hand as your weapon in place of a stick. Try it. Like a sword fight."

She thumped her open hand against my dick. It stiffened with the impact. "This isn't fair. I could just grab it." And she did. Her hand didn't stroke me but she must have felt the pulse. She smiled.

"It likes your touch." A little up and down wouldn't hurt.

"Oh my goodness. It's getting harder. And bigger."

It wasn't. Perhaps the throbbing gave the illusion. "Is mine the first one you've seen?"

She nodded never taking her eyes or hand off it. "I've felt one press against me when I slow danced. One guy put my hand on his once." She let go as if the heat burned her.

"Your hand isn't going to work. So what will you use in our joust?"

She pointed towards the door. "I can go get a mop?"

"That'd not fair. You could hurt me real bad with a wooden pole."

She stammered, never taking her eyes off my bobbing cock. "I could get a mop and a broom."

I shook my head. "Throw back your shoulders."

The vest strained to keep her tits confined. The valley between them was deep and inviting. "Maybe you have a body part you could use."

"You mean these?" She put her hands under her breasts without taking them out of the vest. They were already uplifted and didn't need her support.

"That would be fairer. We have to get them at the same height." We tried a variety of positions standing and sitting and kneeling. "Kneel down," I directed. She did, putting her face close to my dick. If I wanted a blowjob, that was perfect. "Too low." I grabbed a chair. "Sit here." Still wrong. That kept her chest and my dick at the same height. "Kneel on the bed." I stood before her, her chest and my cock approximately lined up. "Perfect, see?" I moved forward and poked her chest with my erection.

"It's leaking."

"Then we'd better not get your costume stained. Open the vest."

"But that might expose my boobies."

Like they weren't falling out the sides. "I've seen a woman's breasts before."

"But not mine." Still, she unbuttoned the wooded buttons. This time my forward motion put my dick snack into her deep cleavage. "Right on target. So now we joust, my penis against your breasts." I assumed a deep bravado. "I am Robin Hood, defender of the poor and weak. Let me pass."

Joan giggled. "I thought you said piss." She cleared her throat. "I am Little Joan of Sure Wood Forest." Anyone seeing Joan tumbling out of her vest would certainly get a woody. "Back off and let me cross."

"One of us will continue and one of us will get wet." The top of my prick was already moist in anticipation. "Take that." I lunged forward aiming my dick at the center of her cleavage.

"You're not so tough. Back at you." Hardly the proper language, but who cared? She pushed her chest forward. The lapels of the vest slid to the side as the gap in the middle widened.

I grunted and jabbed again but this time I held her breasts at the sides. They were as firm as salamis.

"Would Robin and Little Joan have been touching each other's quarterstaffs?" she asked.

"Probably not." I kept my hands full. "But your breasts need to act like a weapon. They're not cooperating on their own."

Joan pushed my hands away and pressed the outsides of her tits. The nipples made a brief appearance at the edge of her lapels. "Better?"

"Much." I poked at the tightened gap. Precum lubricated the valley. My dick slipped up in between.

"Do I have any other lines? Are we doing it right?"

Hadn't anyone ever tit fucked this girl? Amazing! "Perfect. Keep it up." I held my ground slipping my prick up and down her flesh valley. The vest material slid spoiling her grip. "Maybe you should get rid of get vest."

"Did Robin and Little John, uh Joan, get undressed?"

"Yes, and so should we, for realism. They took their shirts off."

"Okay." Joan slid the vest from her shoulders. A miracle of nature - fat cylindrical tits jutting straight out, succulent, begging for attention. Large dark areola capped them. She was averse to my touch but I was determined to fuck them until I came. 

Joan's grip on her tits loosened. My thrusts went awry to the sides. "Some fighter you are. You can't even handle a quarterstaff. Like this." I violated her rule by pressing her breasts together. My thumbs reached in to stimulate her nipples. My thrusts were more urgent. I needed a release from an orgasm more than anything. 

Joan dropped her chin to watch. I thrust higher, touching her lower pouty lip with my cock. She startled but didn't shift her position. So I did it again. Oh God, please let her open her mouth. My prayer was answered. Her jaw dropped and the tip glanced over her bottom lip and teased her tongue. I strained to go further. Her lips closed on my cock with each pullback. It was heaven. 

And then I felt teeth. Instinct took over. I pushed her with a sharp shove. She landed on her back, legs spread, the skirt flipped up on her stomach. The green tights were stretched taut over her crotch. At the junction of her thighs, the material was darker and damp. She was excited although probably not as urgently as me. 

I fell forward, aiming my face at her pussy. I slurped at the damp spot. Joan groaned. I nibbled at the material to eat a hole that would give me flesh-to-flesh access to her cunt. I mouthed her labia as the material slipped away from my oral grasp. I poked my tongue and pushed the material up into her. Joan hips were lifting. She was muttering something but I paid no attention to anything but her target zone. I cradled her ass in my hands probing and biting to breach the barrier. Joan's hands came down on the back of my head, limiting my mobility. I kept up my tongue attack but that organ wasn't effective ripping the fabric. Whoever accused me of having a sharp tongue was dead wrong.

Joan's movement and sound made it clear she was getting her jollies. What about me?

"Oh god! I want to be in this play!" cried Joan. "Fuck Claudia."

If Claudia had shown up, I would have. Those damn tights! I sat back on my haunches. Then it dawned on me. Why don't I ask her to take them off? I felt so stupid. My anxiety and urgency overrode my common sense. Of course, just ask her to disrobe. She'd done everything else I'd asked. What was I thinking with, my dick? Precisely. "Let's get those tights off, shall we?"

"Did Robin Hood and Little John take off their pants?" she asked.

God, she's dumb as rocks. "Yes, after they both fell off the log-"

"They did? Both of them?"

"Uh huh. They wore animal hide skins that had to be dried in the sun."

Joan raised her legs and pulled the mauled garment from her hips and thighs. I slid them the rest of the way down to her feet and then off. Still spread-eagle, Joan was wide-eyed staring at my dick. "So nobody really won the joust?" she asked.

"In a way, they both did. They laughed at their mutual dunking."

Joan forced a laugh. "So they became friends?"

"Yes, very good friends. Robin offered Little John membership in his band." I resumed my play voice. "And now, I will receive you into my merry band with a special ceremony." I crawled up between her legs, positioned for entry. "Remember how to hold a weapon?"

She grasped my penis.

"Good, now I will anoint you with my sword as your reward."

"For losing?"

How was her mind still on the fictitious play? I'd cheated and pushed her over. Just like Robin had done to Little John. Or was it the other way around? No matter. Little Joan was spread like a buffet for me to feast on. But I'd had enough of mouth on cunt. "For being a good sport and joining my band of merry men. We have our roles in this life. I give to the poor and I take from the rich. You're rich with sexual energy. Accept this-" I glided forward as she held onto my prick for dear life"-my scepter of membership."

Her instincts were good, as she guided me into her cunt. She moaned, deep from her belly. "Oh god, my first penis."

The path into her vagina was unblocked. Must have been previously occupied by something. She wasn't that tight for a first dick, but good enough for my purpose. Relief.

"This is so much better than that dildo thing." Joan's breathing got quicker. "It's so warm." Her hips moved in unpredictable ways. A jerk sideways almost losing penetration. A spasm up, then no movement.

Anita may have used a plastic penis before but exhibited had no sexual rhythm. I bet she'd never reached orgasm. If we'd synchronize our movements, I'd cum in an instant.

"How's it going?" Annie called from the doorway. She'd appeared from nowhere. 

Wasn't it obvious?

"What the fuck are you doing?' shouted Annie. "Stop that!"

"Why?" I barked. "My cock has never been so bloated. I need relief." 

"You mean cumming? Inside me?" asked Joan.

"Anything wrong with me climaxing?" I wanted a straight answer, straight into some woman's cunt. Anita's was doing just fine.

Annie, our audience, answered. "Yes. I mean, no. Eventually. But not yet. And not with her."

"Why not her?" I asked. 

"Yeah, why not me?" Anita writhed beneath me whimpering. With a willing, enthusiastic partner like Anita, I could blow any minute.

"Stop before you lose it." Annie's tone was sharp. "Get off before you get off and spoil the whole plan."

I knew not to cross my daughter when she got this way. It took all of my willpower, or won't power, to sit back, free of Anita's pubic clutches. My cock made a sloppy exit.

Anita raised her head, leaning on her stiffened arms. "Is that it? Am I a member now? I'm still horny."

"So am I." I waved my prick in front of her, as evidence. "Rules are rules. You know Annie."

"I don't know her at all." Anita turned her head to face the doorway. "Hi, I'm Anita, Claudia's roommate." She looked me in the eye. "Put it back in. I need more practice!"

It wasn't fair to Anita. She was one of Annie's pawns. I dropped my mouth onto Anita's cunt, this time bare. I licked her slit, probed with my tongue and nibbled where I expected her clit to be. Anita shook, then stiffened, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. One cleansing breath and she sank into the mattress. "Wow! I had no idea."

Of course not. I was happy to help. Now, who was going to help me?

Anita sat up. Her breasts stood straight out. What chest muscles she had. "When can we practice again?"

Annie offered Anita a helping hand. "He'll let you know. Now get dressed and let the next, uh, actress have her turn."

"I thought Claudia had the part, I was just filling in. Is this a competitive audition? 'Cause if so, I can do better. Can I try the lines again?"

Anita had sampled my part. She didn't want the lines. She wanted my prick buried deep inside. Funny, I wanted the same thing, in her, or at that point, any female. Fuck the surprise. "Tell me, how was I? Will I get the part? Or is my audition for Claudia? Oh I hope not."

"You were delicious!" I kissed Anita hard on the lips while pulling at her nipples. She moaned and practically melted at my feet. In that position, she'd have another chance at my prick in her mouth. Oops, teeth - bad idea. Anita dawdled, as if not leaving would allow us to shack up again.

"Anita, there's someone waiting to see my dad. Wait in Bet's room, if you want." Annie pointed right. "End of the hall."

"Oh, sure." Anita slipped on her vest and held the skirt and tights in front of her crotch. I watched her ass jiggle as she departed.

"Now what?" I asked. My prick floated stiff from my groin. This was torture. "What are you planning?"

"Just save yourself for the big surprise. It's worth the wait." Annie put her hands on her hips. "They're supposed to tease you, not fuck you. It's too dangerous."

Annie left me alone. I sat on the bed listening to my ragged breath. These aborted sessions were more strenuous than a stress test. I'd had one of those after post-Thanksgiving indigestion was misdiagnosed as a possible heart issue. I pulled the sheet across my groin in an act of false modesty. How many young women had seen me naked and erect? Too many but one too few- the one who was destined to share an orgasm with me. Or at least give me one.

So who walks in? A curly haired nurse. At least intending on giving that impression. White starched hat, white bra with red crosses on each cup, white panties and stockings with garter belt and white sneakers. The requisite black bag was in her grasp. Perfect! A medical practitioner to bring me relief from my pain and anguish.

"I'm Nurse McHottie. I heard someone needed medical assistance."

I never thought of orgasm deprival as a medical condition but I was sure enough suffering. This was my angel of mercy, the human receptacle of my ejaculation. "That's me. I'm suffering from some swelling that won't go down." Oh please, be the one.

She stepped close, within reach if I was of a mind to. "Where is the swelling?" She toyed with the stethoscope hanging around her neck. As she shifted her weight her milky tits undulated within her bra. 

I predicted that her boobs would be hangers once freed from bondage. I slid the sheet from my crotch. "Right here."

"Holy shit!" She gawked, open mouth and tottered as a precursor to falling. 

I stood and grabbed her arms before she hit the floor. Unable to hold her upright, I spun her around and sat her on the bed. We'd swapped places. "Are you okay?"

Now she was breathing hard. Beads of sweat ran down her face and into a deep cleavage. "I'm so embarrassed. Here I was coming to assist you and I'm the one requiring assistance. Your physiology is quite - overwhelming."

Hadn't Annie described me to all of them? Wait until it's sliding in and out of your cunt. "Maybe you have a fever."

"Can you check?"

"Sure." I put my lips on her forehead, just like my mother had done, and Harriett had done with Annie. The view down her bra was extraordinary. My prick lurched as her breast flesh rippled. "I think you're fine." I meant that two ways.

"Maybe you should take my internal temperature."

"Do you have a thermometer?" The thought of sliding a small glass tube up her ass was intriguing.

"No. but you can check with something more sensitive than your lips."

"I can? Using what?"

She fingers traced the length of my penis. "With this." She laid back and slid off her panties. In anticipation of this moment she'd put her garter belt on first. "Go ahead. See if I'm hot."

There was no doubt. Annie had warned me against fucking, but this young woman was so willing and I was overly excited. I climbed on top of her and lowered my hips. She did the actual honors. "All the way in and leave it there."

I followed her directions reluctantly. The last thing I needed was the feel of firm cunt flesh against my dick without friction. I wanted to fuck, not merely penetrate. 

She bore down, gripping my cock with her vaginal muscles. "Am I burning up?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I answered. I kissed her. Still no movement. I nibbled the exposed parts of her tits.

"I think in getting hotter. Check my nipples."

I pulled her bra cups down since I couldn't reach the hook on the back. Her tits sagged to the sides. I tested one nipple with my mouth. It hardened with minimal suckling. I gave the other nipple the same treatment. McHottie's hips jerked. "I'm getting worse," she moaned.

"I have the cure." For both of us.




Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 02



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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Sorry this chapter took so long to deliver. It was partially complete ever since Chapter One (2008), but other plot lines had my attention (i.e. kept me erect). But I owe you this one, and other stories now depend on finishing this thread (or at least taking it the next step.)

The action in Part 1: Mr. Marcus responded to Dr. Stephanie Krumholtz's phone call about her daughter Inga's depression. It turned out Inga wasn't depressed, just feeling bad about not getting laid in the motel. Mr. Marcus promised they'd have sex, soon. Then he drove downstate to his daughter Annie's college to celebrate Parents' Weekend and his birthday. Annie fixed him up with five coeds, who tease his cock but stop before he can cum. Mr. Marcus plays along, hoping to get satisfied. Annie insists he wear a blindfold, and then delivers a mystery sex partner with whom he can orgasm. The mystery sex partner turns out to be Inga.

Since it has been two years (!) since the previous chapter, here's a recap of the female players: 

- Babe Ruthie, a short brunette with a boyish haircut wearing a baseball cap and jersey. 

- Red Hot, a redhead with shoulder-length hair and freckled skin dressed as a firefighter.

- Claudia, a tall Scandinavian blonde, who didn't show up in costume. 

- Instead, her roommate Anita played Little Joan dressed as one of Robin Hood's men in feathered cap, green vest, matching skirt over a green leotard.

- Tina the Plumber, wearing a tied red bandana cradling her breasts and short denim jeans. 

- Nurse McHottie, a curly haired brunette, stocky with wide hips in white starched hat, white bra with red crosses on each cup, white panties and stockings with garter belt and white sneakers. 

- Robyn mistakenly identified as the mystery sex partner, who was only borrowing one of Annie's dresses.

Got it? Good. There will be a quiz later.

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"Feel familiar?" asked Annie. Her voice came from the side. 

I cataloged the coeds I'd met. None were mystery girl's size and shape if my fingers weren't lying. I shook my head, trying to concentrate on my current sex partner, not the previous aborted sessions. I lifted my hips but my dick didn't penetrate any further. I was caught in a vice grip. This young lady was scared. Of me? Of my penis? Maybe this was her first sex. God, a virgin for my birthday? I needed to console her, assure her. "We can take it slow if you want. If you're not ready."

"I've been ready ever since we met."

I knew that voice. I ripped off the blindfold. "Inga! What are you doing here?"

"I'm doing you, silly." Her pussy contracted. "You're in deeper this time."

She was correct. About one inch deeper than at the motel, which meant one inch in. God damn, Inga was the mystery girl. "How did you find me?" I asked.

"Shut up and make love to me."

The coeds all cheered and whooped. I'd wanted Inga for so long. I'd avoided sexual contact, mostly successful except for the nude showers and getting the tip of my dick in her at the motel under Reese's guidance. There was no mother to object. I had Stephanie's permission from earlier, didn't I? Annie had taken away our privacy but provided a group of cheerleaders in return. I didn't need encouragement.

"You want me, don't you?" Inga's lip quivered.

I decided to show her instead of telling her. I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close. "Enjoy this," I whispered. 

I kissed her full on the lips as I drove forward. Her vaginal opening fought me. I slipped her my tongue and pressed ahead. My cock made no progress. Every fractional movement sent Inga into convulsions.

The assembled coeds added a play-by-play to our activities. "What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"

Maybe I was another half inch in, at best. "How does it feel?" The slow progress and my imagination kept my cock rigid.

"Like I've been stuffed. Like a cramp but a good one."

"Can I get on top?" I asked.

Inga lifted off and we swapped positions.

"Open your legs," I requested.

Inga did as directed. I squirmed my cock forward in a short stroke. She tightened and moaned, her body shaking. I repeated the withdrawal and reentry, but no further than with her on top. This time the muscle clenching was accompanied by a shriek followed by panting. I was afraid to get any more vigorous, lest I hurt her.

"Is she having a seizure?" asked an onlooker.

"No, just an orgasm. Lots of them," I said.

"Wow, she must be really tightly wound," said another.

"Or just really tight," said a third.

Her pussy was accommodating merely the tip of my erection, but any movement caused a convulsion. "Oh, Inga!" Fucking her would heaven on Earth, if I could only get it in without her going crazy.

"In-ga the cock," sang one coed. The remainder joined the chorus. "Out-go the cock, In-ga the cock."

I matched my thrusts to their chant. Each shallow entry gave Inga an orgasm, or at least what sounded and felt like orgasms. How many of these could she experience before she gave out from exhaustion? And how was I going to climax if I couldn't fuck her like I did the girls standing around the bed, watching? I tried a quicker entry but Inga's cunt closed up like an Illinois car dealer on Sunday. I resumed slow penetration, if you could call the head of my cock just past her labia penetration. She demonstrated a variety of physiological reactions, like tilting her pelvis or vibrating like a plucked bass string. As an experiment I did my fast thrust and then made a quick series of short jabs no more than half an inch each. 

Inga went nuts, thrashing and wiggling as if she was ticklish and attacked by twenty fingers. "No more!" she panted. "I'm exhausted. Let me catch my breath." I rolled off and laid next to her, Inga's head cradled on my shoulder my arm around her.

"That was sooo hot," said Red.

"For real," confirmed Tina.

"But what about Mr. Marcus?" asked Joan. "He's still hard. Did you cum?"

My cock waved like a flagpole in a windstorm. "Nope."

"We can help." Joan took a position next to us and took my cock in hand. By 'we' she meant herself. 

The rest of the squad caught on quickly.

"Hey, don't be a hog. Share with a sister." The nurse moved closer.

"You're not my sister," said Joan.

"Then share anyway."

Soon, four sets of hands were groping my dick. "

"Come on, get organized," said Red Hot. They were mostly fighting each other, rather than jacking me. 

"Everybody gets three strokes. Then change," said the plumber.

"Five strokes." Joan demonstrated.

"Okay, five."

In turn, each girl pumped my cock five times. Some dragged the foreskin down hard. Other pumped the full length. Tina showed herself to be creative by rubbing the head five times around. This was the most unique circle jerk I'd ever experienced, not that I'd ever participated in a male-only activity of that kind.

Somewhere during the process, Inga recovered from her orgasm stupor and took her five strokes from her prone position alongside me. Gradually girls dropped off, letting Inga take their turns. The tingle was unmistakable. Inga was bringing me to the peak. My balls ached. My hips bounced generating strong friction from Inga's small fist. She changed position, straddling my legs and going at my prick with both hands. 

Cum, cum, cum," the group chanted.

"Cum for me, Mr. Marcus. Let me give back a little from what you gave me."

A growl started in my belly. Inga lowered her head so her face was within inches of my penis. 

"Gimme," she whispered. "Shoot."

Her strokes were long pulls one after the other. The growl moved up into my throat. 

"That's it. Let it all out. All of your love juice. Show me you love me." Inga focused on her emotions, not the physical act. "I love you, Mr. Marcus."

"I love you, too." What was I supposed to say? Start some philosophical discussion about the difference between love and lust, between commitment and coupling? I lifted my ass off the mattress. Inga was ready, mouth open. Her lips surrounded the head as the first mass escaped. She swallowed. I humped up again. Her lips remained in contact, sucking. I shot again and again, I lost track of how many times. The audience cheered. Some of them must have been disappointed that they hadn't had the opportunity. In most games, there's only one winner. In Annie's birthday sex marathon, there were five but Inga got top honors. In the middle of this chaos, I noticed that Babe Ruthie, the baseball gal, was missing. Where wasn't she here, for her share of the fun?

"I won't tell Mama," Inga whispered.

"Its okay. She gave me permission at her office. Whatever you needed." And she needed to be fucked. By me. On my birthday. "Sorry I waited."

"That's okay. It was worth it."

The four preliminary teasers were still clustered around the bed. Were any of them interested in another go, since now I'd fulfilled my destiny with Inga? Hell, did I have the energy to do any of the others? 

Any opportunities vanished as the assembled onlookers dragged themselves out of the room. I guessed that some of them were hoping that Inga would leave and they'd take her place in the bed as my sleeping partner who wouldn't let me get any rest. But Inga stayed at my side, warm and naked and plenty satisfied. Joan looked disappointed over her shoulder as she trailed the pack. In profile, her out-thrust tits gave my prick twinges. 

I didn't get much sleep. I guess you could say I was up all night. Annie's twin bed was small for a couple. Every time Inga rubbed against me I got an erection and every time I got an erection she'd slide up close or climb on top. We must have coupled, not really actively fucking, four or five times. Every time, she'd shake and bake, then collapse satisfied. Good thing her mother had given me permission to do whatever it took - I think that's a direct quote - to get Inga out of her depression. Well, four or five orgasms in one night would lift most women out of their depression.

In the meantime, I'd gotten hard but hadn't reached orgasm since Inga jerked me off. After our last coupling in a spoon position, I had to go to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and didn't bother dressing. If I ran into some coed, my prick was too pooped to do much of anything.

Inga rolled over when I got back. "Good idea. Excuse me."

She shuffled off bare as the day she was born. Almost immediately she climbed back into bed and put her hand on my chest. Ours toes touched. Had she gotten taller? "You're insatiable," I moaned.

"How would you know? We haven't even started. But thanks for the vote of confidence."

That wasn't Inga's voice. Come to think of it, this bed partner was taller Inga. I cupped a breast, which was larger than either of Inga's. "Who are you?"

"Claudia. We met at dinner." Her hand moved from my chest to my stomach.

Claudia was supposed to play Little Joan, but her roommate with torpedo tits substituted. This was really awkward, both of us naked. "Hi."

"When I got back from the stable, there was a phone message from Anita about what happened. I was really disappointed that I couldn't play the Little Joan role. I came over, hoping to get sloppy sixths or sevenths. Or whatever number you were up to."

'Sloppy' usually referred to a guy having sex with a woman who'd already had her vagina spanked. Claudia had it backwards, but I didn't care, as long as I could have Claudia. "Not that many, actually." I'd gotten the biggest rise out from seeing Claudia at the restaurant and here she was, naked in bed with me. That, plus the memory of Anita's mammaries had an impossible effect of engorging my weary dick.

"Annie told us that you like role plays and puns, that kind of thing. How about if I improvise?"

I didn't care what she did as long as at the end, we were fucking. "You'd do that for me?" I swallowed hard and got harder. 

"Not for you. For this." She ran a hand along thigh and made a detour past my crotch.

"Go for it." And by that, I meant my prick.

"I'm studying veterinary medicine, and one of my patients was ill. I also ride horses, so I'm comfortable in the saddle." She slid on top of me and spread her legs. Long legs. "Want to go for a ride?"

"Sure. If you're ready to mount up?"

Her hand finally connected with my cock. "Shit, you're hung like a horse." She positioned my erection at her pussy. "Keep it at a canter until I get used to it."

I leaned closer and kissed her hard on mouth. Peppermint. "Let's ride, amigo." I didn't know how long my erection would last. I grabbed her ass, squeezed and pulled her closer.

"Whoa. You that anxious to gallop?"

"I just have unbridled passion."

"God, you do pun don't you?"

"Hang on, the race has just begun."

I hadn't started humping in earnest and Claudia dismounted. "How about this?" She repositioned herself, facing away, thighs spread. 

I positioned my prick with her pussy and eased in. Her cunt was a velvet glove, the opposite of Inga's tight vice. I held Claudia's long blonde hair like reins. By tugging, I gave her silent directions. "Giddy-yap." Claudia undulated her crotch to my command. On each back-thrust she clenched her groin muscles so each slide provided maximum stimulation. 

Claudia whinnied and wiggled her ass.

"You know, having sex with coeds wasn't the mane reason I came here." I slid my dull length into her.

"Shut up an fuck me!"

We were going at it hot and heavy when the overhead light blinded me. Claudia's cunt tightened, for a brief moment of extreme pleasure.

"Mr. Marcus! What are you doing?" Inga had returned.

Claudia looked up and answered. "Taking my turn. Are you next, or were you here? I'm sorry, did I butt in line? You must be on your second round, hmm?"

Inga stood in a super-heroine pose, hands on her waist. "Yes, you're in my spot. What do you mean, line?"

I winced. Inga didn't know about all of the preliminary penetration that occurred before she arrived.

"I know I'm late," continued Claudia. "It's just that Anita called me and after what she said, I had to take a turn."

"Who's Anita? One of the girls from the costume party? And who took turns, doing what?"

I attempted to dial back the emotion of the conversation before it became a confrontation. "Some things happened before Annie brought you in-"

Claudia interrupted. "That was no party. Are you new here? I haven't seen you on campus before. This is our traditional father's birthday ritual. We see how many of us can mess around with a Dad before he cums."

Claudia never stopped riding my dick for all it was worth. I tried to be nonchalant, but it's difficult to fuck casually, especially in front of one of your other sex partners.

"So this wasn't special for me? Every father got the same treatment? Annie said they were teasing him, getting him ready. For me! And what do you mean, mess around?" 

Claudia rocked back and forth, so even though I stayed still, we were still fucking. "You know, touching him, sucking him-"

"You mean oral sex?"

"Uh huh, and even sitting on that big cock of his-"

"You mean fucking? They all fucked him?"

"Not so much that he'd cum. That's the whole point. And if a dad lasts that long, the big finish is his daughter. Well, not in this case. Annie gave up the honor for somebody." Claudia stopped moving. "Oh, was that you? You should be grateful." Claudia looked over her shoulder at the guy who was still buried in her pussy. "Annie added the costumes and puns and stuff special for you. Did you like it?"

"Uh huh." Nothing and no one was going to prevent me from fucking Claudia to completion.

"Get off of him!" Inga stomped her foot. Her tit tits jiggled.

"Inga, calm down." I slowed my pace but didn't give up on Claudia. "You got what you wanted, what we wanted, probably six times over. Would you deny me some pleasure?"

Her head drooped. "But you said you loved me."

"And I do. There's a place in my heart that cares for you deeply." I thrust all the way into Claudia's cunt. She moaned with approval. "My daughter has her place. There are very few others. You're special."

"So why do you need to fuck her?"

Need? Odd choice of words. "I don't need to, but I want to, very much. I found her attractive the moment I saw her at the restaurant. Maybe it's because I love sex. And while you went to the bathroom, she got into this bed naked. That's why."

"And you did it with others? Before I got here I mean? Your daughter said they teased you, got you all excited, not that practiced sex with them."

"It depends on your definitions." I hated sounding like Bill Clinton. "You were the one I came with."

"But not in."

"That's only because your vagina is so sensitive. You go ballistic when I move, even a little."

"That's not my fault. You're doing something wrong."

No one had ever claimed that, and Inga's reaction had been unique.

Claudia looked over her shoulder. "She does? You do? Would you show me?"

I pushed on last time, trying to memorize the feeling of Claudia's superb pussy. "I don't see why not. The other girls watched earlier."

Inga's body language showed hesitance at first, until she probably figured out that demonstrating with me would stop me from fucking Claudia, something I'd continued in her presence.

Claudia disconnected and stood up. God, she was tall and gorgeous, a Nordic goddess. Inga got into bed and laid back, her legs apart. I took my position over her, my cock hard and lubricated with Claudia's juices. It was like day and night. While Claudia took my cock with enthusiasm, Inga couldn't take much more than the head without over reacting. Inga's dramatic reaction was animated and noisy, just like before.

"Fascinating. Can I get a closer look?"

If Claudia was any closer, her mouth would be on our joined genitals. Claudia pushed me off Inga and put her face at the juncture of Inga's thighs.

"What are you doing?" Inga asked.

"I'm spreading your labia to see what's going in. Don't worry, I'm studying physiology."

I didn't dare clarify that Claudia was studying animals, not humans.

Claudia's fingers spread Inga's labia. "Where's your clit?" Claudia asked.

"My what?"

"Its not hooded and its not exposed. Let me feel-" Claudia probed.

"Your finger is in my vagina."

"Of course. How else can I find-"

Inga's hips leapt up. "Oooooh."

I was all too familiar with that reaction.

"What did you do?" Inga asked.

"I solved the mystery. Inga's clit is buried behind her vaginal lips. Every time you move in or out you're rubbing your penis across her most sensitive spot."

"So can I ever have regular sex, you know, with a penis all the way inside?"

"I've got something in my room that might help. Stay here." Claudia finally removed her finger from Inga.

Like Inga and I had done, Claudia walked the halls naked.

Inga supported herself on her elbows. "I told you I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak. You just have a mispositioned thingy." When I heard my own words I wanted to retract them. After all, what would you call someone with their nose in the middle if their forehead?




Service with a Smile Ch. 08 Pt. 02



Claudia returned with a small tube and held it out. "Desensitizing gel."

"What do you use it for?" I asked.

"Teething mostly."

I didn't ask what kind of animals had teething pain.

"We should only use a dab. Spread your legs as far as you can. I wish I had the proper tool to see inside your vagina. I'll have to just feel my way. At least I'll know when I find-"

"Ohhhhh."

"There it is. Along the roof about one and a half inches in."

Claudia put a bit of gel on her finger. "I have to do this quick or my finger will go numb."

Claudia jabbed her index digit into Inga's pussy. Inga flinched. "Sorry."

"So now do we wait?" I asked.

Claudia tapped her finger on the headboard. "Nope. Ready to test." Claudia waved us together like boxers in the ring. Inga was already laying back legs spread so I moved into fucking position.

"You'll need a spotter," said Claudia.

Inga's eyebrows tilted. "A what?"

"If your organs get too insensitive, you could fuck yourselves bloody. Pain hurts for a reason, so people don't overdo."

"So you'll stay and watch?" Inga didn't look too pleased at the prospect.

"Oh yes. And if this works, I'd like to do a paper on it."

"An academic piece on Inga and me? No way."

"It would be anonymous. We can leave your faces out of any pictures."

"You mean people would see pictures of my naked body?" Inga's knees rocked.

"Inside mostly, but probably some orientation shots of your pubic area."

"You wouldn't need pictures of my dick would you?" I asked.

"No. I guess not, although it's a beauty. Maybe I can use a dildo to show absolute depth."

All during our conversation I was slyly slipping deeper into Inga's cunt. No over-the-top reaction! Claudia's goop worked! For the first time, the pressure of her vaginal walls caressed my cock. I felt good inside Inga, but how was she feeling? Her hands on my ass, urging me deeper, provided the answer.

"Do you still have feeling in your penis?" Claudia asked.

"Yes. Oh yes." I picked up the pace. "Oh god yes." This was marvelous. Inga and I were finally fucking in the normal manner.

"You're going to cum in me, right?" Inga held onto my ass for dear life.

"Yes, oh yes." I pumped furiously. Desensitizing jell or not, I was going to climax in my little vixen, the one who offered me service and was now getting serviced by me, in the way only I could deliver. Inga cried out, reaching what I hoped was a vaginal orgasm. I shouted simultaneously with a penetrating spurt of cum, a thrilling climax, something Inga and I had never mutually achieved.

"Let me check for damage," said Claudia.

I pulled out and rolled to the side.

Inga got in bed with us. Instead of getting crowded out and falling on the floor, I stood up. Claudia stuck her face between Inga's thighs, mouth open.

Inga jumped at the touch of Claudia's tongue to her labia. "Shit. What are trying to do, make me into a lesbian?"

Claudia took a breather. "No, not at all. I'm bi. I like sex with men and women. It's just that, you're so cute and sexy, I got carried away. I wanted to share your experience with Mr. Marcus, without interfering. I couldn't help myself. Can I continue?"

Inga looked at me for my opinion, or permission, or something. "If it felt good, why not?"

Inga nodded. Claudia bent over and worked mouth magic on Inga's pussy. Inga wiggled and cooed with pleasure. Claudia's ass waved gently. Her legs were spread just a bit. With such an available target, I couldn't help myself either. I was always a sucker for tall Nordic blondes. I sidled up behind her and pressed forward.

"Oh god." Claudia hummed, which made Inga go nuts. Which sounded so erotic, I thrust faster and deeper. Which motivated Claudia to get even more aggressive at Inga's pussy. It was all too much to handle. I grabbed Claudia's hips and shot whatever I had left in one deep dive. Claudia moaned. Inga screamed. We collapsed in a pile of sweaty overlapping body parts.

"Norma asked me to try stuff with her but I always refused," said Inga. "I had no idea." I expected that Norma would get a pleasant surprise when she and Inga hooked up next. "You fucked her again, didn't you?"

I nodded. "I couldn't help it. She's so beautiful."

Claudia blushed, a change from her light complexion. 

"You're right." Inga pulled Claudia's face close and kissed her, mouth open. 

It was Claudia's turn to be surprised. She turned to face me, her mouth wet with pussy juice and Inga's saliva. "And you've been doing this all night?"

"Un huh. It's the company that keeps me going."

Claudia kissed me with love juice lips. Inga wept. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Making love with you was so good. It was worth waiting for."

Claudia sat next to her, comforting her with a hug. And a reach-around breast fondle. "There, there."

Annie stuck her head in. "Can you please keep it down? Some of us want to sleep."

After all of that sex and as many orgasms, it wouldn't be difficult to keep it down. Even a naked Annie in bed wouldn't get me erect. I wiped the thought before my brain could redirect blood flow to my genitals.

I patted the pillow. "Come on, let's get some sleep." I wasn't sure if Claudia would stay.

Inga glanced at the clock radio on the nightstand. "Shit! I need to go. I have a long drive, and Mom will wonder where I am."

"You didn't tell her you were going to visit me?"

"Are you kidding? Norma is covering for me." Inga walked to her clothes, scattered on the floor. I wrapped the sheet around my waist. It was false modesty.

Claudia headed for the door. "My clothes are in Tina's room down the hall. Thanks for the ride, Lone Ranger."

"No, thank you, my faithful companion, for helping me and Inga connect." It was the wrong word, but I was too tired to pick a better one.

Inga got dressed. Even watching her put on clothes was erotic. She did have a special place in my heart. And my pants.

"Drive careful." I stood and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. It was too fatherly a gesture.

"I will." She pressed herself against me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. Her hand wandered down, taking hold of my prick. "And keep this in your pants for a change."

"I will." I knew that was a lie, and she probably knew it too.

Looking out the window, I watched Inga drive away. How would Inga's experience with Claudia affect her relationship with her best friend Norma? Would Inga pursue physical female-to-female intimacy? Better yet, maybe she'd climb into bed with her mother, the psychotic therapist. I'd buy a ticket to see that. I curled up, exhausted.

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The next morning, I woke up alone in Annie's bed. No sign of my daughter. No Inga, probably already home after Claudia and I gave her a thorough workout. No Claudia, probably riding a horse instead of me. The others were probably still sleeping. I got semi-erect just recalling the sex marathon. 

I put on my clothes and walked outside to the parking lot. When I reached into my pocket, I found my house keys but no car key. And the place I'd parked my car was empty! What the hell?

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So, Mr. Marcus finally got Inga, plus a bonus, Claudia. And that doesn't count numerous penetrations before the main event.

But the story of his visit to campus isn't over yet. Where's his car? A simple tow by campus security, or something more complicated that leads to more sex?

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Service With A Smile Ch. 09



WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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A quick recap, but you really should read previous chapters to prepare for the big finish:

Mr. Marcus responded to Dr. Stephanie Krumholtz's phone call about her daughter Inga's depression. During their conversation, Mr. Marcus got Dr. Krumholtz's permission to have sex with Inga. It turned out Inga wasn't depressed, just feeling bad about not getting laid in the motel. Mr. Marcus promised they'd have sex, soon. Then he drove downstate to his daughter Annie's college to celebrate Parents' Weekend and his birthday. Annie fixed him up with five coeds, who tease his cock but stop before he can cum. Mr. Marcus plays along, hoping to get satisfied. Annie insists he wear a blindfold, and then delivers a mystery sex partner with whom he can orgasm. The mystery sex partner turns out to be Inga.

Mr. Marcus tries to fuck Inga but she goes nuts with orgasms when he plants just the tip of his dick in her. Claudia, who didn't participate in the role-play and punning, shows up and beds Mr. Marcus. In the process, she learns of Inga's issue: a buried clit, and solves it with desensitizing gel. Mr. Marcus fucks Inga completely, and then has Claudia again, just because. After spending the night alone, he wakes up to find his car missing.

Question: What was the name of the girl who pretended to be a plumber? See, I told you there would be a quiz.

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"Damn college kids!" I paced back and forth in the spot where my coupe had been parked and locked. My car keys were missing, probably taken by one of the girls who'd teased me into undressing and foreplay. But why? Couldn't they have asked? I was so busy penetrating them and Inga that I probably would have agreed to any reasonable request, even borrowing my car. But under these circumstances, it was grand theft auto! And I was stranded.

I marched back to Annie's room. It was the Monday after Parents' Weekend. The hallways were silent, empty of any students. Where was everybody? Classes hadn't started yet. I picked up the desk phone in Annie's room and dialed Campus Security. I got a recording that all campus police had been deployed for 'Match Up Day' and I could leave a message. Match Up what? Parents' cars to thieving students?

Something was different in Annie's room. On her roommate's bed was a suitcase, open, and a note on Annie's unmade bed:

A,

I'm at tennis. Catch you up later.

F

'F' must have stood for Annie's roommate, or someone named Fred who dresses in women's clothing, plays tennis and dropped his suitcase off in Annie's room. I took a closer look at the photos decorating the wall opposite of Annie's stuff. One face kept appearing in the pictures, and not Fred. A young woman with distinctive features: square face, large wide-set eyes and volumes of wavy brunette hair. Not unkempt, but flowing.

A voice from the doorway startled me. "Hi. Can I help you?"

The face in the photos was attached to a body dressed in tennis whites: a halter top with a high neckline and a short white skirt that exposed two very shapely legs. Athletic legs. The kind that can squeeze really hard when you're groin to groin- Thinking about a cold shower, I said, "Hi. I'm Annie's father."

Her arm shot up as if spring-loaded, ready to be shaken. "I'm Felice, Annie's roommate. She talks about you all the time."

I dreaded what she might have known. "I saw your note. Did you vanquish your opponent in straight sets?"

She dropped her gym bag with a side pocket for her racket. "Nope. Tennis practice was cancelled due to the campus wide 'Match Up' experiment."

'Match-Up' sounded like what Annie had done for my birthday, matching me with a series of hot coeds. Well, except for Anita. But she was a hot surprise in her own oversized way. "So that's where all of the students are? Matching up?"

"Kind of." She plopped down in her chair at her desk. Her knees stayed tight together, so no up skirt opportunities. "You don't know about this? It's your daughter's idea, for her math and sociology classes."

"Annie came up with some idea, and the whole campus is participating? Wow!"

"I'll say. That's automatic A's in both courses."

"So how does Match Up work anyway?" Maybe there was a way I could get matched up. There were so many coeds on campus. Nah, I shouldn't be greedy.

"Every male student gets a number, and some random female student gets the same number. Then, they roam around campus looking for their match."

"So if every student is required to participate, where's your number?"

Felice grabbed a pair of panties from her desk drawer, as well as a bowl of M&Ms and a bowl of jelly drops. She tossed a few gumdrops in her mouth and chewed them as she talked. "Annie got me my number early since she knew I'd be late getting back from a visit home. She sewed the number to my panties because she was sure I'd have better time if I wore it down there."

Annie was forcing Felice to flash her panties to show her number. With legs like hers, this was a treat for anyone who approached Felice looking for their match. "But you're not wearing them."

"I know. It's so embarrassing. Like always, Annie is trying to fix me up. Unlike me, your daughter has to beat guys away with a tennis racket."

Or perhaps just beat them off. As in, handjob. "Annie's always been popular."

"No duh. Guys aren't interested in me as a person. And they're always unsubtle. You know, pawing and grabbing. Yuk! And some of them take one look and run away."

"Men shouldn't act that way. But run away from a beautiful woman like you?"

Felice blushed. "Thanks. But I'm not beautiful."

Maybe she hadn't seen herself in a mirror lately, or only the kind used at carnivals. "Stand up and take a look."

She stood next to me, our joint reflection in the mirror. My joint inflated as I stared at her.

She rubbed her hands against her chest. "Beautiful women need something up here."

I hadn't noticed her meager chest. Her face had me from 'Hello." There was something familiar about it, like Felice shared her face with a model or celebrity. Not some movie star or pop culture icon. No, it was something not so blatant. "Every woman is beautiful, in her own way." Even oversized Anita.

"Thanks for saying that. Annie told me you were really good with her friends in high school. Sweet and gentle." She popped another handful of chocolate and jelly bits. "She even told me, in secret, that you'd introduced a few of her high school friends to, you know, intimate stuff."

So Felice knew about the fucking? "I never set out to. Really!"

She poked a finger into her mouth, perhaps to unstick the gummy bits from her teeth. "So how did it happen?"

"More often than not, one of her friends and I would end up in a circumstance that made the activity - how can I explain it? - natural." What was I doing, telling this sexy creature about fucking other young women? Like that's some kind of turn-on?

"Really? Give me an example." The numbered panties hung from her fingertips.

Running footsteps echoed in the hallway. It was enough of a distraction that I was spared the opportunity to share the details of previous encounters. They got closer, as if a herd of stampeding elephants was approaching. Annie stuck her head in. "Hey, Ner-do-well. You're not supposed to hold those, you're supposed to wear them. Hi Dad. You're still here?"

"My car was stolen."

Annie shook her head. "Nah. Probably just towed. Walk over to security."

"But my keys-"

Annie didn't let me finish. "Gotta go find Derek - I mean, number one." An oval patch with blue background and a bright white "1" on her chest declared Annie's self-proclaimed status. "Come on, get those panties on and find your match. You'll be pleased, I promise." Annie vanished.

It was clear that Annie rigged at least some of the numbers. If Annie wanted - what was his name? - Derek, then there would be no stopping her. "Ner-do-well?"

"My last name is Nerdone. I guess I ought to change. You won't peek, will you?"

"Of course not."

Felice stood facing away from me, but the mirror above Annie's desk reflected Felice's profile. There was a flash of bare butt as she pulled her panties off. When she bent over to pull the numbered ones on, her fat pussy was on display. God, we'd make a great pair. I had no number to match Felice except eight inches and she had a pussy that could accommodate it. "There." She flipped up her skirt to show off her number.

A skinny kid with short hair and black-framed glasses peeked around the doorway. I imagined his picture in the dictionary next to the word 'geek.' "Hey, Felice. What's your number?"

Felice lifted her skirt.

The geek's eyes bugged out. "Hey, we're a match!" His smile could have illuminated the darkest forest. He held out his hand.

Felice crossed her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, Herbert, but I'm not going."

"But you have to come. I'll be humiliated if I show up alone without my match."

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down without putting her privates on display to the young man. She demurely stepped out of them but then bent over to pick them up. There was that fat pussy again. "Here. You'll be a hero, having retrieved the panties from your match. Tell them that the sex was great."

Herbert looked at the panties, at me, and then at Felice. "Well, I guess, uh, if that's the way you feel." He disappeared from the doorway.

I didn't understand. "Why didn't you go with him? It's obvious he likes you."

"And I like him too. But I couldn't go with him, because everybody is expected to pair up and have sex."

"What's wrong with that?" Herbert certainly seemed enthusiastic. I knew I'd be if the opportunity arose.

"Because that's not the way I want to do it the first time." Felice sat down next to me. "Not like some command performance. Someone else's decision."

It was obvious but I asked anyway. "You're a virgin?"

"Uh huh. Hopeless, right? Every girl on campus came here, pre-popped, but not me."

"So why haven't you-"

"You don't think I've tried? Guys don't want to be my first, like its some gigantic responsibility." Felice crossed her legs. 

The short skirt kept her pussy covered, but just knowing it was bare was a turn-on. "I know exactly what you mean."

"Oh, that's right. You've done that, for a few of Annie's friends."

Some of them got my cock precisely on their legal 18th birthday. "A few."

"I go out on dates. I do. The guys seem to like me. We'll talk and have a good time, generally. Then things get friendly. You know, touching. I don't like it when they grope for my breasts. I just know they're turned off when they see I've got nothing up here." She pawed her own chest. I would have helped if she'd asked but the volume didn't require four hands. "We'd argue and then they lose interest or run like rabbits."

I'd heard of fuck like bunnies. Would rabbits run from sex? Then why were there so many of the furry little fuckers?

She continued, "If I'd gone with Herbert, I know what would have happened. He'd want to meet expectations, and so he'd ask for sex in a cute but awkward way. I'd say no, maybe let him get a little friendly. He'd want to go farther, I'd refuse, we'd argue and he'd run off, just like everybody else."

I wasn't convinced that the guys were to blame. Felice's guilt was thick enough to cut with a knife. "So what do you do for satisfaction?"

"Instead of sex, I sublimate."

"You what?" Was that a form of masturbation?

"When I get horny, I munch." She reached for the bowls and scooped a handful of M&Ms into her hand and chomped them into chocolate mash. She went to her dresser and bend over to open it. There was that pussy again, bare and inviting, except I didn't have an invitation. She took a bowl of miniature candy bars and a tube of red licorice from the drawer. "I just love candy."

Love? Candy? The words blended in my mind. Of course! Candy Loving, the former Playboy Playmate! "Can I use your computer?"

"Sure."

I crafted a simple search for the infamous Playmate. My reward was a series of useful links and a photos option. I brought up a gallery. Shit, Felice was a dead ringer. I double clicked on a headshot. "See, you could be her twin."

Felice bent her face close to mine, examining the image. "We do look a lot alike. Who is she?"

I clicked to the next picture, the centerfold spread of Candy completely nude.

"I don't look anything like that." She threw herself on the bed, curled up and sobbed. Her body shook. Her thighs and buttocks were exposed, as well as the fleshy lips of her pussy. 

I sat down beside her, just like the spider in Little Miss Muffet. "What's wrong?"

Felice spoke in between sobs. "That - that - that woman's got tits!"

"Yes, big, juicy-" Oh shit! Of course. Felice was self-conscious and there I went, making her feel worse. Nice job, Marcus. This was a sore point with her. My point was sore, chafing in my pants. I leaned close and whispered "What if someone found you attractive, just the way you are?"

Felice sniffled. "First you insult me and now you're teasing."

"No, I'm not. When you came into the room, I was fantasizing about you. I'd checked out your bulletin board full of pictures, in shorts and tops and a swimsuit. And I got an erection."

She lifted her head. "Me? You got an erection just thinking about me?" Her labia puckered.

"Just like the one I have now. Remember when I said that sometimes, circumstances led to sexual intimacy with Annie's friends?"

"Uh huh." She sat up, removing a clear view of her bottom.

"Well, you're sitting here, bare under that short skirt, and I've got an erection that's throbbing."

"You do?"

"Here, feel." I led her hand to my crotch. She was reluctant and pulled back, but not enough for me to overcome with light pressure. 

She tentatively felt the lump. "Oh my! You're hard."

"Yes." I ran my hand along her head, against her cheek. "I think this is one of those circumstances." I put my hand on her knee. She quivered. I kissed her, but her lips were tight, uninvolved. "You should kiss back, you know."

She pushed her lips out. It was awkward, but at least she was willing. My hand slid up the outside of her thigh. I held my palm against her hip, fingers cupped toward her buttock. "Mmmmm."

I stroked again, this time running my fingers up the inside surface. She kept her legs tight. I kissed harder, probing against her lips with my tongue. When she opened her mouth to protest, out tongues touched. There must have been internal fireworks, because her thighs parted and she pulled my face towards hers. She wanted more kisses, and I obliged. I also made a glancing flick along her mound. 

"Mmmmmm. Better than candy." Her eyes focused on my groin. The lump was obvious to the casual observer and ached like hell in crowded in my jeans. "Could I, I mean, would you-"

I stood, unzipped, and then slipped off my pants and jockeys. I sat back down next to her, my dick proud and stuff.

"Oh my God! I caused that?"

Why couldn't she believe it? "There's never been a moment since we met that I haven't been excited." It was a bit of a lie, but even the photos of her on the wall had gotten me interested.

"It's so pretty." Her head dropped to my lap. Her lips felt like velvet on my prick. She was 'mmmf'ing and 'mmmp'ing. When she pulled back, my dick had a chocolate coating. Our mutual laughing broke the tension. I used that moment to slide my hand all the way up her skirt, my finger toying with her labia.

"Oh, God! You want to touch me, down there?"

"No, I want to kiss you down there, if you'll let me."

"Really?" She spread her legs and pulled the skirt up to her waist. "Please."

I plunged my face between her thighs, licking at first, and then lapping at the lubrication she generated. God, she was wet. Well prepared for the next step. I decided to go for it. All she could say was 'no.' "I want to fuck you. Is that too forward of me?"

Her eyes got big. "Gee, I don't know. It's kind of large. Won't it hurt?"

"Not if we take it slow and easy." She kept her top on and I was fine with that, for the moment. I laid back. "You should get on top, so you're in control of the pace and depth."

Felice swung one leg over my groin and positioned herself over my erection. "Now what?" In an attempt at modesty, she pulled a sheet over our bodies.

"Rub it against your labia and then sit down slowly."

She was tentative. The feel of her labia rubbing my cock was excruciating. I wanted to hump my hips and probe deep but kept my cool despite how hot she was. Gradually, her virgin pussy accepted my cock. She moaned and bit her lip as she descended. When she'd lowered herself half way, I reached behind her neck to untie the halter.

"Must you? My breasts embarrass me."

"I want you naked. I'm fine with breasts of all shapes and sizes. Besides, I bet I can stimulate you."

"Really?" She stopped interfering. I unbuttoned the back and neck. The halter collapsed onto my chest. Her tits were small like teacups. As she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, I mouthed each breast. My tongue paid homage to her perky nipples. She melted lower, taking me all the way in. I was ready for the old in and out, and was pretty sure so was she.

Felice supported herself on stiff arms. "Are we going to have sex now?"

"We kind of already started. We should pick up the pace a bit, if you're ready."

She nodded and undulated her hips. I stared at her face, fantasizing that I was fucking the Playboy Playmate. My cock was treating her right.

A body in the door startled me. It was Herbert the Nerd.

"Felice? What are you doing?" he asked.

Felice stopped moving. "Herbert? What are you doing here?"

He took one step closer. "I couldn't go to the party and lie, especially about us, you know, doing it. I thought I'd just return these." He tossed her panties onto the bed. 

Felicia rolled off me and reached out for them. The sheet was under my body, so when she moved our covering dropped, exposing her chest.

Herbert's eyes went wide. "Oh my! You're perfect!"

I agreed but Felice was a non-believer. "What?"

"You are. Don't you see?" Herbert pointed his finger at her. My cock remained hard, pointing at the ceiling. "Your eyes and mouth form the Golden Triangle, the mathematical model for absolute beauty. So do your chin and nipples. Oh my, and your nipples and navel."

Felice slipped out of bed to look in the mirror wearing only her short skirt. First I focused on Felice's naked back, and then on Herbert, who was focused on Felice's almost naked body. 

"You're right." She smiled at her beloved nerd.

They faced each other. What a view he had. "Would you like to, you know, spend some time together?" His face was turning red.

"Not at the party?" 

"No. In my room."

Felice looked at me, my erection waving like a flagpole in a storm. "Is that okay?"

I nodded.

Felice bounced on her toes. "I'd love to." 

Herbert held out his hand and she took it.




Service With A Smile Ch. 09



"Do you want your halter?" I asked.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcus." She approached the bed with Herbert in tow, leaned over and kissed me. 

I used the opportunity to slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, past the hem of her skirt. I slid my finger into her pussy and rubbed back and forth. She moaned and kissed me even harder, all while holding Herbert's hand. He tugged gently, but she was having too much fun, getting kissed and finger fucked. I picked up the pace, hoping she'd push me back on the bed and mount my aching cock, a cock that needed to be buried in her. 

"Felice?" whined Herbert.

She pulled back, dislodging our lips and my dripping finger. "I have to go. Sorry."

As they left, I fell back on the bed. I was horny as hell and still stranded. Maybe one of the coeds couldn't find a match and was anxious to match up.

A familiar brunette coed entered Annie's room. The last time I'd seen her, she wore a baseball cap and jersey. This time, it was a school t-shirt and jeans. "Well, if it isn't Babe Ruthie." I didn't bother covering up, since she'd seen me naked before.

"Just Ruth. Here," She held my car keys in her open palm.

I stood and accepted them. "You took my car? Why?"

"I'm really sorry, but after we did that stuff, you left me really horny." She glanced down at my bobbing erection. "I needed a good fucking so I swiped your car keys and drove to my boyfriend's school, not far from here. We got carried away and fucked all night. Even when he was running out of steam, I sucked him back to stiff and had him again. You have no idea how hot you got me!"

Maybe that would have taken a few hours. "So where have you been since? You couldn't have been fucking all this time."

"Yeah, well, we both got pooped and I fell asleep. I'm really sorry."

I folded my arms. "You deserve a spanking or worse."

"I guess I do, but please don't. I'm pretty sore down there. God, I've never had so much sex."

"And there's nothing left for me?"

"I don't think I can." She was already shucking her jeans and pulling her t-shirt over her head. There they were, her double-header tits.

I stuck my hand in her panties She cringed. She was wet, maybe even still goopy from her boyfriend's sperm.

"Are you willing to try?"

She took my cock in hand. It throbbed. "Oh gee, I don't know. You're so big, and Eddie was really horny. We did it a whole bunch of times. I don't know if my pussy can handle it."

"We should at least try." I laid on the bed and beckoned her closer.

She straddled my crotch and sunk down. "Ooohhhhh, I'm kind of tender down there right now."

"I'll take it easy." I lifted my hips.

Ruthie inhaled and jumped free of my cock. "I'm just too sore. Sorry. Maybe on your next visit, I'll skip my boyfriend and give you the chance."

I had no plans for a return visit, but maybe I needed to reconsider. "Just don't go around committing grand theft auto. A bad thing on your resume."

Ruthie smiled and slipped out of the room. The possibility of sex had kept me hard but with no partner. With my car keys, it was time to get dressed and leave. 

I had my jockeys on and one leg in my pants when the door swung open. The basic black dress, unique figure and bouncy brunette hair was familiar. Robyn. I'd almost assaulted her when she came by to borrow Annie's black dress. I thought she was my sex partner for the night, but I'd been wrong. "Hey. How was your date?" Black high heels accentuated her leg muscles. Had they looked that good last night? Â I had been so sexually agitated I probably didn't notice that part, consumed by the curves of her breasts and buttocks.

She pushed her hair back but it ricocheted. "He was a real schmuck."

Was her nose hooked like that last might? Must have been. Not that it looked bad.  Quite distinctive as noses go.  I had an urge to place my lips on her nose and kiss it  Suck it, actually.  God where was my head?  "Sorry to hear that."

"I didn't think you'd still be here. Â I just want to return Annie's dress."

She didn't know that I almost had Felice, and that my baseball girl was too sore to play. "She'll appreciate that."

"Not after she sees this." A white splotch on the front called up thoughts of Monica and a certain President. "I'll pay for the cleaning." She swiped her hand over the affected area. She turned her back and unzipped. "It took all of about a minute of touching him and he spurted all over. Talk about premature. I hadn't even gotten undressed and he was through for the night."

I would have given Robyn a better experience. "So then what?"

"Evidently that took everything out of him. After I tucked him in, I hung out for the rest of the night with Niccole and drank. What was she dressed as - a firefighter?"

Ah yes, Red. "Uh huh. Have much of a hangover?"

"Not bad, just a buzz. How are you doing?" The dress hung precariously from her shoulders, threatening to fall.

"I never had so many opportunities with so many attractive young women. And by the way, I'm sorry about our misunderstanding. Annie told me my present would be really special and when you walked in I was sure it was you."

She blushed. "You're just saying that."

"I mean it. Every word." I removed my leg from my pants. My cock pushed at my jockeys.

Robyn slid the shoulders off. The dress hung up on her hips. Were they that wide? "I took your advice and went braless. Not that Dumbass noticed."

Her breasts I remembered perfectly. Teardrop with slight hang and nipples pointing up. His loss and my gain.

She shimmied. The dress puddled on the floor. No panties either. "Commando?"

"I used my undies to wipe up his mess. God he spunked everywhere. Not just Annie's dress but his pants and shirt." She turned away, suddenly shy. 

A perfect heart shaped ass grabbed my attention. She was too far for me to grab it with my hand. My underwear couldn't conceal my erection. "A woman like you deserves better."

"Thanks. I'd better go."

She was naked and exciting. She couldn't leave. "No, wait a minute. Annie never told me the while story. About me and my birthday and all of those girls. Don't I deserve to know?"

"Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you what I know." She sat at the foot of the bed turned sideways. She crossed her arms giving me a limited view of her hidden breast profile and shapely thighs. I sat further back. "Annie posted a notice for girls to participate in a birthday surprise for her father. When a bunch of us showed up, she told us she wanted to get you really hot and bothered and then she'd come in and fuck you."

"But that's not what happened."

"Right. See, after her session, we all got together without her. She'd told us all about how you were great in bed and well endowed. So we all decided that we wouldn't stop at just teasing you. If you went along, we'd fuck you too. Except, you had to be able to perform with Annie afterwards. So we all pitched in to a pool. If anyone made you cum, then they'd lose their share of the money."

"Oh! That's why all of you stopped short."

"All of them. I had plans with Dumbass to attend a formal. But I was curious about you, so I asked Annie to borrow her clothes."

"And?"

"That's why I showed up in bra and panties. She recrossed her legs. It was my way of participating without, you know, participating."

"I was so shook up and aroused, I naturally assumed-"

"Yeah, and when you came on to me, I wanted to take my turn." She crawled over and held my erection, up, demanding attention. "You know, skip the party and-"

"So why don't you? The party is over, but the party is just beginning." I slid my jockeys off.

"Oh God, Nicci wasn't lying. It felt big though your pants, but-" She leaned over and took my dick in hand. That left her breasts exposed, her areolae puffy and her nipples sharp.

"Come closer so we can make this mutual." 

She climbed up, her cunt lips ragged.

"Did Dumbass get you excited?"

"He pushed a couple of fingers in me without any foreplay. I was damp - from you - but not nearly enough."

"Let's make sure that mistake doesn't happen again." I slid around and guided her into sixty-nine position. My mouth was on her pussy, nibbling and licking. She wasn't going down on me, but her hands were a viable substitute. When I split her labia with my tongue, she gasped and took a hard suck at my dick. In shock, I lurched. She coughed and took a deep breath. "Sorry. Physiological reaction."

"No sweat."

Not yet, anyway. I caressed her hips and around to her ass cheeks. I noticed how slim her waist was, accentuating the size of her breasts and hips. This would be one glorious fuck, assuming she was willing to go that far.

"I'm ready, Mr. Marcus. Time to party!" She did a one-eighty, straddling me. I kissed her lips.

"Is that what I taste like?" she asked.

"Yes, delicious."

She guided my cock into the folds of flesh between her thighs. For good measure, she pulled me in. What, was she afraid I'd back out at the last minute? She relaxed against me, humping forward. I pulsed deeper. She leaned back but humped again. Her nipples aimed at the ceiling. I ran my hands up her thighs, hips, ribs and chest. Her nipples responded to touching. She yipped when I pinched them, albeit gently. "Now this is fucking."

"And no restrictions."

"Not on my side."

She bucked, undulating her hips. This was a civilized fuck.

She leaned forward and whispered, "Make me cum."

Like I was mowing a lawn? I pulled her hips down every time she came forward. In our position, I wasn't going any deeper. "Let's switch." I wasn't specific.

Reluctantly, she slid onto her haunches. My cock was a flagpole, and she was ready to salute.

"On all fours," I said.

She whipped around, legs spread. I urged her higher up on the bed, to leave room for me. It was easy to reconnect. In this position, I had access to her tits and nipples, all of her. Her waist felt slight in my palms. She pushed back, an active participant. All we had to do was establish a rhythm and we'd be successful. With her enthusiasm, I let her lead. 

She grunted and puffed, taking my entire length. "You're not going to cum prematurely, are you?"

"I already did. I'm working on my second."

She froze in mid-hump.

"Just kidding," I said, ramming into her.

"Don't tease, not after what Dumbass did."

"You mean Mr. Quickly?"

She laughed. "How did you know? His last name is Quigley!" She arched and I thrust. She relaxed and I retreated. Sex with Robyn was fun, more fun than I'd had in a long time.

"So, are you going to cum already?" she asked.

"I wanted to make sure I didn't leave you behind-"

She panted, tightened and shrieked. After she resumed breathing, another tightening, and a wail.

"Shhh, you'll wake the floor and everyone will want an orgasm."

Robyn laughed even louder. "Come on, you don't have to hold back. I had mine. Its your turn."

I changed my pace and style. Rapid-fire short thrusts at her cunt entrance, which gripped the head of my cock. Randomly, a full penetration.

Without warning, she disengaged and pulled my prick to her mouth. She slapped it against her cheeks. "Give me," she pleaded. Her lips surrounded the head, her tongue lashing the tip. My balls tingled. I had only one shot, and the vacuum of her mouth sucked it all in. The weak dribbles that followed painted her lips. She swiped the errant strands from her chin, swallowed with fanfare and smiled. "Yummy!"

Annie stuck her head around the edge of the doorframe. "Robyn, you're back? How 'ya doing, Dad?"

I sighed deeply. "I'm exhausted." 

"And I'm done." Robyn stood up, naked and satisfied. "You'd better let me know the next time you visit Annie. You're terrific!"

"You bet he is!" Annie stayed in the doorway, checking me out. Did she want a turn after all? 

I was pretty well exhausted. "You threw me a birthday I'll never forget."

Annie came over and gave me a kiss. "Are you awake enough to drive home? You look like you're ready to pass out."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay, well, thanks for coming." She smiled at the obvious and bad joke. "I gotta go document the Match event results or I won't get my grades."

I slapped her ass as she turned to leave. Alone, I packed my bag and headed out to my car, which Ruth had parked not far from its original location. I popped the trunk and threw my bag inside. My head was still spinning at all of the sexual encounters Annie had generated, plus the additional ones I'd engineered for myself. I swung open the driver's door when I heard a familiar voice.

"Mr. Marcus!"

Anita jogged towards me, her tits bouncing wildly, her blouse torn. "You're still here!"

"Yep. I couldn't leave because Ruthie-"

"Stole your car. I saw her park it when she got back to campus. You really drove her crazy, you know. Teasing her like you did. Like you did with all of us."

"That wasn't my doing. Annie insisted on picking the mystery sex partner. I would have been pleased to have finished with any of you."

Anita looked up, her chin low. "Even me?"

"Especially you." That was a lie, but Anita needed someone to bolster her confidence. From my memory, Anita's cunt was really fine. Guys on campus needed to learn that, first hand, despite her size.

"I've been horny ever since we did stuff. Claudia gave me a dildo, to try and satisfy me. She even offered oral sex, but I said no."

Anita had let me eat her out, once through her leotard and once bare. Was she scared of getting intimate with a woman? Inga had made the same comment when Claudia went down on her. "So you're kind of on edge. Sexually, that is?"

"That's an understatement."

"Didn't you participate in the match game?"

"Yeah. My number matched some jock on the football team, who ripped the number off my blouse and then ran off to find his girlfriend."

I didn't ask what happened to the guy who matched the jock's girlfriend. Anita wouldn't know that part of the story. I pictured the jock interrupting his girlfriend and her match partner, and beating the guy bloody. Probably not true, but it made interesting flash fiction.

"See?" Her blouse was ripped on one side, her flesh-colored bra holding one of Anita's potent tits.

"That must have been a terrible experience." I put my arm around her and kissed her. "I think you're beautiful." That was a bit of a stretch, given her heft, but she deserved the compliment if only to give her self-confidence.

"Are you leaving right now? 'Cause, well, since the other girls are occupied, I thought you might have time for me. For my audition?" She smiled. We shared the lie of a fictitious play. "You could come back to my room."

What the hell? Maybe Claudia would walk in and we could have a threesome.

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