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One Of Those Days

By: Lilone



It's been one of those days at work when you just want to get home and relax. On the drive home you think about all those guys at work how they are always bragging about there girls. For once you just wish it was you telling the tale of a night they would all envy. 

You then notice the road you usually take home has been closed for road work, this is the last thing you need right now... the detour will take you 5 miles out of your way... turning a bend in the road you see a small bar and decide to stop, not that your the type of person to hang out in them... but after the day you have had a drink sounds great. 

As you walk through there isn't another person in the place. You walk over to the counter and order a drink the barkeep sit's your drink down and wipes the bar as you sip it slowly after finishing it you order another he slides it to you and then says check out that hot babe over there... you run your finger around the rim of the glass and then slowly turn to see an older lady sitting all alone... she's wearing a low cut white blouse the first few buttons undone, her long brown hair flows over her bare shoulders a tight black skirt above her knees black hose and high heels. 

You turn back to finish your drink then it hit's you the only other person in the place is a hot looking babe, you want to turn and look again, but you don't want to be obvious so you drop your keys and turn to pick them up... checking her out again, she now has her skirt hiked up and is fixing the garter that holds her hose up, she's teasing you and you know it. 

You finish the last of your drink and stand run your hand through your hair and walk over to her table not saying a word you take her hand there's a slow song playing on the juke box as you lead her to the dance floor. Pulling her close your hands rubbing her bare shoulders... her push up bra is giving you a great view of her lovely full breasts. You lean and kiss her cheek, she tilts her head back giving you full access to her neck... you smile and trail licks and kisses all along the nape of her neck... a little moan escapes her lips as you pull her closer and run your fingers up and down her back, she can feel the bulge in your slacks and presses against you more. The song ends and you break the embrace and disappear into a dark corner of the bar. 

She stands there for a few minutes stunned and then she decides to look for you. She doesn't see you anywhere and the barkeep is busy watching TV she looks around and then she notices the men's room door and figure's that's were you must have gone... she listens at the door but doesn't hear anything, then she pushes the door open just a little, but it's dark... so she pushes it open more. 

You grab her arm and pull her in pushing her up against the sink and kiss her deeply your tongues meeting and playing together. You slide your fingers along her blouse as each button pops free... feeling her soft skin against yours... pushing it back off her shoulders as you lean down and kiss her neck your hand moves down as you skillfully undo her bra with one quick flick. Your lips trail down to her nipples as you feel them raise to your touch... your fingertips now moving down to her tummy and moving back and forth she arches her back and pushes against your hand... you continue licking and kissing her breasts as your hands slide along the hem of her skirt then under pushing it up over her hips... you look down to see she's not wearing any panties and you lick your lips at the thought. 

She reaches and unzips your slacks pushing them down allowing them to fall to the floor around your ankles. Looking down she can see your cock wanting to be free... rubbing open palm against your silk boxers she leans and whispers... I want you now... as she pushes at them allowing your hardness to be free of it's restraints... you feel it touching her soft skin as you push back against her teasing her wetness with just the tip, she reaches both hands back and grabs the sink pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around your hips as you feel yourself slide into her depths... sliding into her over and over as you kiss passionately... you grab her hips pulling her closer... moving even deeper into her warmth... she moans softly and pushes hard against you to get every inch, moving her hips to met you as the two of you move together, you feel your balls slap against her thighs as the two of you reach your release together. 

Still locked together you kiss again and she asks if you would like to go back to her place for a drink and you readily agree. You both compose yourselves and leave... as you walk past the barkeep you toss him a 10 dollar tip and he smiles and says come again... you smile back and say Oh I will... you walk out together and go back to her place to spend the rest of the evening together, you think to yourself I'm keeping this night all to myself, but you just know the next time your with the guys and there telling all, and that grin crosses your lips as you think back on that night... they will ask.

One Of Those Days



Sitting on the bus she thinks over her day. "Yes it has for sure been one of 'Those' days" Startled out oh her thoughts by having a rather large lady sit on her leg just continues to make it so. She wants to scream at the lady. 

"Bitch! Cant you even apologize or notice that you are on my leg?! Or is your ass so full of fat you cant feel a thing?!?!!?" Instead she takes a deep, very deep breath and shits over as much as she can against the window of the bus, almost plastering herself against it like a bug on a windshield. It feels like ages before the lady moves and gets off the bus. Seizing her chance to move and get some space, she leans forward and over when suddenly a hand out of nowhere pulls the cord next to the window, narrowly missing her head. 

"Jerk" she thinks, "there's a fucking push button on the pole you're holding on to and thanks for the delightful show of manners" Taking another deep breath she tries to calm down despite the bus loading up with teenage boys, trying to outdo the other in macho fakeness and loudness. "Too bad for the possibility of having a nice ride home. The day has been filled with fax machines eating faxes, photocopiers breaking down, toner down the front of her new clothes, and don't forget the bosses yelling at her thinking that somehow because they cant figure out their own voice mail its her fault. Finally its her stop, getting off the bus, her heel breaks and she nearly falls down the steps. "Of course, why the fuck not? Lets just add that to the day o'fun"

On the limp home she amuses herself with the thought that waiting at home for her was her favorite toy. The sleek, shiny, silver vibrator. She had many toys with attachments and clit stimulators and rotating pearls and what nots; but it seemed the simplest gave her the most pleasure. A slight smile crosses her face as she starts to get wet just thinking about it. It will buzz her horrid day away and banish all thoughts of floral muumuus out of her head. Her little white cotton panties are getting soaked as she thinks about the sensations of her little buzz toy, and her nipples push at the satin bra to the point that you can see them pushing at her purple blouse. 

Steeping into her apartment, throwing her shoes on the floor she begins her slow undressing and walks to the bedroom. She lets her black hair out of its tight bun and takes off her glasses and places them on a table she passes. By now all that remains on her is her black pants undone at the waist, bra and panties. By time she reaches her bedroom she is garbed in only her panties; her bra ending the parade of clothing to her door. 

Against the far wall in her room there is a chest. Oak, and old, locked, and covered by an afghan. Pushing the afghan on the floor and unlocking the chest, she pulls aside various toys and implements. Cock rings, vibrators of all colours and sizes, a strap-on, whips, hand cuffs, ropes, until finally at the bottom there is her silver toy. She takes it out and lays it next to the pillow on her bed and grabs a battery. Setting it next down within easy reach she slips of her moist panties and lies on the bed.

She liked to tease first, not that she needed to get any wetter but it was more fun this way she always thought. Her fingers slide over her breast and gently squeeze her nipples and cup the breast. One hand trails down her stomach and over her semi-shaven mound. The feel of soft downy hair meets sticky wetness only serves to arouse her more. She moans gently as she slips a finger inside herself, followed by another and one more. She gently stokes her insides with the three fingers while her other hand massages her clit. Biting her lower lip she gently pinched her clit. 

She stroked herself into a frenzy, she needed to cum and cum soon or it felt as if she would burst. Reaching over to grab her vibrator and the battery, bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Despite having done this so many times orgasms were not new to her, but she loved the feel of them each and every time. 

Holding the vibrator in front of her she turned the little knob that regulated the vibrations. Vrrrrrrrr vrrr vr vr pftt "Huh? NO, not possible" she shook the vibrator but nothing happened, she tried putting it in another way, but to no avail, the battery was dead. She lied there soaking wet, and the need to get off clouding her thoughts. She could never get herself of with just her hands, so she did the next thing she could think of. She ran around her place naked looking for batteries. Didn't find a thing. She sat down on her bed and tried to think of why this day had to end this way. She looked around her room for anything that would help. 

Her eyes fell on a old woman's magazine that she had lying on the floor on the cover it proclaimed that it had "52 ways to get you off!" Snatching it off the floor she flipped to the correct page and looked over the suggestions. 'Use a pillow' it suggested, so she tried to find her stiffest pillow, straddling it she rubbed it against her clit. It only served to make her really itchy. 10 failed suggestions she decided to try the last one on the list. "I know it sounds crazy but use the water facet in your bathtub. The pressure of the running water right on your clit is an amazing sensation."

"Ummmm ok I really need to get off and well this is the last try" She was more than a little timid but at this point she was desperate. 

Running the water in her bathtub she made sure that it wasn't too hot or too cold, she didn't want to burn or freeze herself, how do you explain something like that to a doctor?? With the water running she got into the tub and lied down. Splashing water on herself she shimmied under the tap so that the water fell directly on her pussy. "Well here goes" she thought to herself. Using the sides of the bathtub to get her body close enough to the facet. Spreading her legs to let the water run down she braced herself. The warm water hit directly on her aroused clit sending shivers through her body. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. The rushing water bombarded her clit with a steady pressure. The pleasure was growing, but she held herself back because she still wasn't sure about this, but finally the need to release was just too much and she let go. Once she let herself enjoy the sensations it became overwhelming. 

"OH OH OHHHH MY GOD!" she screamed as the orgasm over took her body. Pushing away and up, she tried to catch her breath. Her clit and pussy lips were still throbbing. All she could think of was wow, that was amazing. She was no longer afraid of running out of batteries after that.

~End~ 



One of Those Days



It was late afternoon as Beth stepped from her office into the cool evening air. Autumn was closing in, evidenced by the goose bumps rising on her bare arms and the involuntary shiver riding up her back.

"Night Beth," her colleague, Barry called, also on his way out. "Brrrrr, you'll need to wrap up warm tonight!"

That's what he thought. Jonny, Beth's newly found beau, had preoccupied her thoughts all day. The vision of his taught naked body, powerful arms and that unbelievable penis was all the warmth she needed tonight. That was the plan anyway and she could feel herself blushing at the prospect.

"You alright there, you look a little out of it?"

Barry stood with his hands in his pockets, keenly ready to make conversation.

"Uh, yes. Sorry just in my own little world for a moment there. Anyway, must be off," she smiled politely.

"Oh, right. Thought it might be me," Barry persisted. "I have a habit of making girls blush y'know. It's a talent of mine."

Jeez, dream on funboy, she thought to herself, purposely stepping away. What was it with the I.T. guys in this place? If they spent as much time in the company of real women as they did fiddling with their joysticks and looking up chat-up lines on the internet, the office could be a more interesting place.

"Ha ha ha, it's just the cold. Night."

She skipped to her car and hopped inside. Slotting her keys into the ignition she noticed Barry still slouching on the pavement watching her with his head cocked to the side. Definitely time to go.

The engine chugged as she turned the key and fell silent. She tried again but the engine refused to turn over. 

"Please, not now. Anytime but now!" she said, gritting her teeth. Was this day every going to end? She tried again only for the car to cough and wheeze in protest.

"No, no. Please, please just work. If there is a God you'll start...please!"

She flicked her eyes back across the dashboard. Barry took a step forward.

"Uh, oh!"

Beth desperately turned the key one last time and the motor roared to life. She couldn't conceal her overwhelming relief, driving past a seemingly disappointed Barry and out the car park with an enormous grin. Who knew what he'd be tied up with that evening.

Friday night rush hour traffic was a predictable as ever. Beth sat drumming her fingers on the steering wheel in a queue of stationary traffic. She considered heading to Jonny's flat first instead of going home. He'd said to simply "come as you are", but she felt tonight would be something special and needed to get out of her work clothes into something more alluring. 

The few days since they'd parted had felt like an eternity. Even he'd said so. Far, far too soon for the strongest of feelings to be setting in, but she'd pined for him nonetheless. 

This was to be only their fourth meeting since they'd met two weeks earlier. So much to explore and find out.

The vehicles in front began to trundle along. 

No, she decided. Desperation is a stinky perfume and the last thing she wanted was to give out vibes of dependence, particularly as his body was her main interest. 

Besides, lust is to the body what ideal is to the spirit, or so she'd read somewhere, and who was she to contest that? Amused at her reasoning, she pulled away from the main drag and into her quiet little street.

What to wear, what to wear? Beth padded barefoot back and forth across her bedroom, continually adding to the crumpled pile of clothes on her bed. 

Tonight wasn't so much 'dress to impress' as it was 'dress to undress'. She slipped on a silky pink bra with black lace trim. The perfect means to accentuate her assets and get the boy's attention. Not that she'd had to try very hard so far or on the night they first got together. 

She raked through her draw and pulled out a matching pair of panties. It suddenly dawned on her this was the very set of underwear Jonny had pulled off her on that first chance encounter. 

She cast her mind back, still savoring the memory. What a night it had been. After being dragged out on the town for few drinks with friends, the evening had erupted into a raucous celebration of nothing in particular. In hindsight it was surely fate. 

She remembered leaving the bar with her girls, all chattering away at the tops of their voices en route to the first club they could find. The course and sturdy- looking doorman at the club had eyed her up and down and complemented her breasts, which by then were pushing through her low cut top and cupped neatly with the lace just poking out. 

"Black lace and a beautiful face. I'll be seeing you later!" he'd said assuredly. The start of much attention.

She recalled her friends ordering shots by the tray full between dances, and it wasn't long before the night transcended into euphoria. Her cares and inhibitions were blasted away by the thumping bass and she danced wildly as though nothing else mattered. 

After a couple of hours and more wandering hands than she could remember, she retreated to the bar for some water. The heat was incredible and a time-out was desperately needed. She waited patiently, swinging her hips to the beat as the barman retreated to the fridge for her order.

"Alright sexy?" sounded a familiar gruff voice in her ear. "Having a good night?"

She turned to see the doorman from earlier beaming at her. Even after countless shooters, he was not the sort of company she had in mind. His face was bright scarlet and sweating profusely from the heat, hardly surprising considering the shabby leather jacket he was still wearing.

"Uh, yeah, thank," she relied, smiling politely.

"I'm knocking off now, you fancy a drink?"

"You're alright, I've got one coming."

Presently the barman returned and handed her a bottle of water.

"Water?" he exclaimed. "That's a girl's drink!"

"Uh huh, funny that," she responded, looking across the dance floor for her friends and a quick escape route.

"At least give me your number and I'll get ya a stiff one another time," he said, smirking.

She shot him a look of contempt.

"Go on, you know you want to."

This shiny meatball clearly thought he was on to something, but she smiled. He who dares doesn't always win. 

"Flattered as I am, I actually date women now," she lied. "So, unless you have a better-looking sister than yourself, we're pretty much done here."

"You're joking, I love lezzos! You got a girlfriend? I'd love to watch you sometime!" 

Fortunately at that moment, an equally red-faced doorman bounced into the conversation out of nowhere.

"Scuffle in the foyer, give us a hand will ya?"

Beth's pursuer scowled at the interruption and stole another obvious look at her substantial bust.

"Typical. Sorry sweet tits, duty calls."

Beth rolled her eyes at his charming gesture. Apes like these were enough to cause curvature of an otherwise straight line. 

He waddled off purposely towards the exist, then turned and called back, "Don't go anywhere, I wanna see you and your girlfriend when I get back!"

"Yeah," she muttered under her breath, "I'm sure the irony wouldn't be lost on you, arsehole."

Taking a satisfied gulp of water and questioning her faith in the male species, Beth moved back to the dance floor and began bumping and grinding to the music. By this time her friends were thoroughly hammered and a little out of control, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the beat and her body.

It wasn't long before she felt a pair of large hands on her hips and a set of thighs grinding against her ass. Clearly this slob wasn't going to take no for an answer. Deciding she'd been polite long enough, she spun around to confront him. 

"Just back off will you, I'm not interested!" she screamed into the face of the hands' owner - a tall rugged blond fellow whom she'd never seen before. No doubt, he was gorgeous and the sort of company she could happily gyrate with. 

"Oh hell, I'm sorry! I thought you were someone else!" she cried as, alarmed, he began backing away. 

Most of her friends had witnessed the commotion and were now snickering quite openly. Despite this she was drawn to him instantly by some intangible force. More than attraction, this was lust at first sight. 

"No wait, don't go!" she shouted above the blare of the tunes and revelers, quickly grabbing his hand to pull him back. "Don't go, you can stay." 

With a smile, she pulled him into her and they began dancing once more. Keeping eye contact they moved fluidly to the music, reading one another's expressions and signals. 

"What's your name?" she'd had to shout. Just another excuse to throw her arms round him and put her lips to his ear. He'd said his name was Jonny and he didn't seem to mind her advances in the least. 

She felt his hands stroking up her thighs and sides, tentatively at first, but then more urgently. She slipped her hands over his chest and round his back, turned on at once by the firmness and definition of his torso. This was more like it!

He began trailing his hands across her backside, following her shape and contours with his palms. By now her breasts were pushing hard against his chest and Beth knew it was just a matter of time before he made his move.

He wrapped his arm around her in a passionate embrace and placed his lips tenderly onto hers. Beth felt a delicious tingle run from the base of her belly, up her chest and down her back as she responded to his kiss. She could feel his hardness digging through his pants and felt his grip tighten. 

Never had she felt such a rapid desire for someone. She could feel herself getting wet and desperately needed his touch. She slipped her hand between them, still exploring his mouth with her tongue and discreetly rubbing his cock over the material of his trousers. He moaned into her mouth as they kissed, clearly deeply aroused and moved a hand up to her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipple on contact.

"I have to get you out of here," he whispered in her ear.

"Mmmm I know you do. I want you."

"I mean now," he replied.

"So do I."

Taking the lead, he pulled her from the dance floor, ducking through the crowds. She soon found herself outside and hurrying along with him. She next remembered almost tripping in the dark car park, then lying down on the back seat of his car and feeling him on top of her. 

She was practically burning from the inside out, her animal instincts and desires taking over. Somehow her low-cut top had been pulled down round her waist and he was busily fondling her fair, voluptuous breasts, squeezing firmly and teasing with his tongue.

"Get up here," she said, pushing his head up and reaching down frantically to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. His cock was big, so big in fact Beth was stunned into silence. Long, thick and completely smooth and glistening with his wetness. She could feel her own wetness beginning to flood.

"Oh my word... give it to me, I want it now," she gasped, in awe of his beautiful prick. 

Reaching down he hurriedly pulled her tight black trousers down over her shoes and whipped off her panties, then spread her legs. She braced herself as with one fluid movement he thrust his flawless shaft strait into her pussy, forcing her into spasms of orgasm almost immediately. 

The rest was like slow motion, his pumping into her, her pawing and gripping his arms, his passion and dominance, her wrapping his legs around his waist and cumming again, helpless but in ecstasy. She felt so dirty, having let this stranger violate her so easily, yet she couldn't take her eyes off his enormous member thrusting relentlessly in and out her soaking snatch. 

Beth wanted so badly to taste it, to pull him out of her, wrap her fingers round the throbbing girth, smother the head and coax him to blow his hot semen into her mouth. She thought she was on the verge of passing out and her body ached from the constant jarring in the confined space of the back seat, but looking up into his eyes she could see he was finally ready to let himself go...

Spiraling back to the present, Beth realized she was staring at herself in the mirror, again lost in her own thoughts and twirling a strand of blondish brown hair between her fingers, an impish grin spread across her lips. 

A night to remember indeed and soon to be repeated. 

"Shit, I better get a move on," she said absently as she stripped down to her birthday suit, becoming increasingly irritated by her own indecision. 

She tried on a slinky black dress and posed in front of the mirror.

"Hmm if we were going out... maybe. But no, not tonight."

Tonight was a staying in night as far as she was concerned and she wanted him completely to herself. Feeling playful, she went to the cupboard and began rifling through some of her costumes with a sudden urge for role play, something he surely wouldn't be expecting. 

She pulled out her risqué single-piece PVC policewoman's outfit and slipped it on, carefully fastening the shiny buttons up the front. The material clung sensually to her curves and the skirted base allowed easy access for an eager mouth or hands. She stepped in front of the mirror once more. 

"Mmmm, how could you resist boy? I'll be taking down your particulars while you fill in my case file," she laughed to herself.

Deciding against the bra, the PVC would cope with her large breasts perfectly, she strapped on her belt and attached handcuffs. Finally she donned the police cap, tipping the peak at her reflection.

"Unlike last time, I'm in charge tonight." 

Beth instinctively looked at her watch. She was already five minutes late.

She stepped into her black leather ankle-boot stilettos and, brandishing her cap, rushed to the door, collecting her coat and bag on the way. She hopped neatly into the car and turned the key. 

Nothing. She tried again but the motor refused to start.

"Ok, we went through this earlier. Now start already!" she said trying in vain to force the vehicle back to life. 

"I don't fucking believe it!" she shrieked blindly at the roof. "There is no God!"

Suddenly in a panic she grabbed her phone to call Jonny. Three missed calls and a voice message registered on the screen. Incredulously she checked the setting and realized she'd switched it to silent earlier for the afternoon meeting.

Dismayed, she flicked through the missed calls, all from Jonny. She listened to the voice message and detected a hint of anger in his voice, something she wasn't used to. With the gloom beginning to descend and small rain droplets spitting onto the windscreen she called him back, only to be greeted by his voice mail message. 

"Jonny, it's Beth. Please call me when you get this – my car's broken down. Don't worry about picking me up. I'm going to run for the bus now. I'm sorry, I know I'm late already but just give me twenty minutes. You know I'll make it worth your while." 

Cursing her bad luck and the terrible day that was somehow destined to go on forever, she sprinted to the bus stop, as fast as her leather heels would allow her, fastening her coat securely on the way. 

Two teenagers sat kissing and fondling in the bus shelter, seemingly oblivious to Beth's quietly seething presence. She glanced sideways at the pair, who were clearly lost in one another.

"Sure, rub it in why don't you?" she muttered under her breath, but was consoled by the prospect of an evening of raunchy sex with Jonny. The wait was nearly over. 

By the time the bus crawled along the amorous couple had moved on, presumably to somewhere more comfortable. Beth sat down and looked out at the pouring rain. She fidgeted in her seat, keeping her legs together in an effort to prevent her skirt from riding up her thighs any further. The coat was barely covering her uniform as it was.

The bus stopped straight outside Jonny's building, some luck at last, and she trotted across to the entrance, stopping the communal door from closing just as someone was leaving. She pressed the button to summon the lift but sensibly thought, "after the way things have been going, better not risk it!" before making for the stairs.

She began to ascend quickly, desperate not to make Jonny wait any longer. She was never usually late for anyone but this was certainly one of those days, one she was starting to wish she'd never woken up for.

With boots still wet from the rain she lost her footing, almost slipping backwards and having to grip the railing to steady herself. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, sending purse, makeup, a spare pair of panties and her policewoman's hat flying back down the stairs. Positively fuming, she stooped and began retrieving her various personal items from each stair in turn.

"Good gracious!" 

Beth glanced down to the foot of the stairs to see an elderly couple staring up at her. Her short skirt had hitched itself up revealing her smooth, fair-skinned arse almost completely, her dignity covered only by a skimpy red g-string.

The couple were rooted motionless to the spot - the old woman with a look of horror, hands glued to her face while her husband stood with mouth wide open. Beth stuffed her possessions back into the bag and scowled at them defiantly.

"Cheer up lady, at least your old man got a cheap thrill," she quipped, leaping up the stairs to the next floor, "which is more than I've had so far today! Enjoy your evening!" 

Finally arriving at his door and puffing furiously, she tried to compose herself. She retrieved a hand mirror from the bag and flicked it open. Lipstick: not smudged. Mascara: still in place. Hair: everywhere! Trying desperately to smooth and reshape she caught sight of the time on her watch. 

"No! I'm an hour and a half late!" 

Beth rapped nervously on Jonny's door. All was quiet from inside. He couldn't possibly have gone out, could he? No, she'd be damned if after all that had happened she'd be left high and dry. She tried the handle and the door opened. Almost apologetically, she stepped inside. 

"Hello, Jonny? I'm so sorry I'm late, you wouldn't believe the day I've had..."

Beth moved into the sitting room and saw Jonny sitting on the couch, completely naked with his laptop balanced on his knees. Her heart leaped at the sight and she found herself instantly aroused.

He sat staring at his screen, motionless except for his hand which was slowly stroking his thick erect cock. Judging from the sound emanating from the speakers he'd been busying himself with porn.

"Mmmm, that looks tempting," she said, strolling over, never shifting her gaze from his hardness. "Need some help with that?"

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded, not bothering to look up and continuing to work his cock up and down in long strokes. She stopped, quite taken aback. 

"I... I'm sorry. My car broke down and the bus was late and then it was raining and then I fell-" she blurted out, feeling very unsure of her ground.

"I tried calling you but you wouldn't pick up. You could have at least called me back, you know!"

Jonny narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, as if angered by her sudden boldness. 

Beth threw her hands up. 

"So I fucked up and you're mad. I get it. I said I'm sorry, what do you want me to do?"

Still rubbing his cock, veins bulging from the shaft and a small trickle of pre-cum running down his helmet, Jonny barely acknowledged her.

"Nothing."

Beth's eyes nearly popped out from her head. 

"Nothing?" she screamed indignantly. "You give me a ration of crap and now it's this silent treatment? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He ignored her completely. 

"So are we through? What now?"

He leaned forward to close the laptop and looked her menacingly in the eye.

"What now? I'll tell you, what now."

Like lightening, he was up from the chair and against her. Before she could respond he spun her around and pushed her, front first against the wall.




One of Those Days



Beth gasped in surprise. She could feel his straining member pushing against the small of her back as he roughly pulled off her coat and pinned her arms to her sides.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to look over her shoulder and feeling more than a little nervous. 

He moved his lips against her ear.

"I'm going to teach you never to be late again," he whispered before hitching her skirt up and slapping her arse hard with his palm. She cried out in pain and shock, still uncertain of his motives. He reached to her belt and unhooked her cuffs while nudging his cock between her cheeks. 

"Seems you came prepared, but you can never be too careful Beth."

He pulled her arms back holding her wrists together and fastening them securely with the cuffs.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, cupping her breasts and squeezing her hard nipples intently. She was getting horny, despite her protestations and he knew it.

"Uh, I can't move. Jonny this isn't funny!"

"You're damn right it isn't!"

He gripped her hips and pulled her from the wall. Bending her over the arm of the couch he spanked her arse once more, leaving an imprint across her cheeks. Her heavy breasts burst through the uniform, popping the buttons open in unison, revealing her bullet-like nipples and a red flush across her chest.

He admired her shapely thighs from the rear, tensed and straining against the couch as she tried to keep her feet on the ground. Her arse was now completely exposed, g-string enveloped by her fleshy, pink lips.

"Brace yourself officer, you're about to serve some hard time!" 

He kicked her feet apart and held her bound wrists against her back.

"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you blush."

Without warning he pulled her g-string to the side and plunged his full, bulging length between her lips, deep inside her slit to the hilt. 

"Uuuuh! Oh my God, uuuuh!" she yelled out, overwhelmed by his size and the intense sensation of his cock stretching and filling her. Her legs trembled as he began fucking her hard and deep from behind. Long deep strokes rocking her frame, rendering her completely helpless to move.

She moaned loudly with each powerful thrust and could already feel her pussy begin to pulse and contract. How was he capable of this? She knew of his power and passion but had never dreamed he would simply take her as his own and dominate her completely. It was so wrong of him, yet he made her feel so, so good.

He continued pounding into her, grunting at intervals. He grabbed her hips as he felt her tightening around his engorged shaft and continued ramming frantically. 

"Mmmm, oh yeah! Oh, your big dick is driving me crazy.... don't stop, punish me like the bad girl I am!"

He quickened his pace until she felt his heavy balls slapping against her. It was all too much for her body to take. Her pussy began rippling along the length of his cock while her sweet juices ran down the backs of her thighs.

"No point in asking you to come quietly then," he jeered as she let out a long deep moan. Her orgasm reverberated the length of her body, up to her head and down to her toes causing her legs to shake uncontrollably.

Beth closed her eyes, relishing the might of his cock as he relentlessly fucked her through her orgasm, sparking off a chain reaction that left her trembling all over. She was soon cumming all over again.

To her relief he grabbed her wrists and pulled her back up from the couch, allowing her to catch her breath and breathe more easily. He pushed her to her knees and slid his cock into her mouth as she gasped for air.

He worked it in and out in slow shallow thrusts, giving her the chance to wrap her lips around his girth and swirl her tongue around the head. She looked up and met his eyes. Now it was her chance to show what she was made of.

"How does that snatch taste?" he asked. "You like licking your juices off me, don't you officer?"

She could only nod her head modestly in response - his helmet practically filled her mouth.

Jonny knew he was in control and there was little Beth could do about it, but looking down at her sexy curves with her large breasts swaying, expertly sucking and teasing from tip to balls like he'd never experienced, he knew it wouldn't be long before she gained the upper hand.

He pulled out from her mouth and pushed her onto the carpet, taking in this vision of gorgeous sensuality combined with downright lustiness. She noticed the subtle change in his demeanor and knew that she was causing his dominant facade to crack. 

"What's the matter, bitten off more than you can chew?" she purred, noticing his balls clenching and a combination of his pre-cum and her juices now pouring down the shaft.

He knelt down and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide but keeping them straight and nudging his cock against her clit. He began circling his hips, rubbing his full length rhythmically over the hood. He began to tease her, pushing his helmet between her lips and rubbing it up and down without actually penetrating.

"Mmmmm, love that," she cooed, looking up at him and beginning to writhe in as much as she could with her hands still cuffed behind her back.

"You see? You're not such a bad boy after all. A little time deep in my custody and you're all straightened out."

Jonny took the bait and instantly thrust balls deep into Beth once more. Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped at the harshness of his movement as he began ramming hard and fast into her once more.

Releasing his grip, he threw one leg over his shoulder and allowed the other to fall to the floor. Arching his back and grinding, causing her to whimper. Beth loved how he felt, this rampant stud shafting her in a rough and uncompromising way, admiring his muscular stomach flexing back and forth, sweat glistening on his chest. 

She could feel herself beginning to tighten around his pulsing member again and could see as he grunted and grimaced that he was close.

Jonny let her leg fall and lowered himself down fully on top of her, still grinding in a long deep rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him tightly as she started to cum, urging him to finish what he'd started.

"Baby, oh baby I'm cumming again," she moaned in his ear and slammed her crotch back against him as hard as she could. "Baby...you can fire at will."

She threw her head back, and closed her eyes as the most powerful orgasm yet washed across her body. Bucking wildly she felt her thighs burning with the effort of holding him.

He rose up suddenly, his strapping back breaking her grip.

"Don't worry officer, I've got you covered!"

With that he withdrew and exploded, spraying his hot, sticky cum across her breasts and belly. 

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, wanking his cock in a frenzy, shooting further globules of spunk over her clit and pussy.

Beth couldn't take her eyes off his white spurts as they splattered across her skin and was unable to resist the urge to dip a finger and taste his cum.

Exhausted he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and playfully sliding his cock back inside her.

"That was amazing," she panted, still feeling random aftershocks rising up through her, "but you realize it was no incentive to ever turn up on time!"

Jonny kissed her tenderly, grinned and rolled off. 

"Mmmm that was all I needed," she said, felling herself floating in a sea of post-orgasmic bliss, despite the discomfort of the cuffs. "I can honestly say I no longer have a care in the world." 

Downstairs, the elderly couple had since returned from their evening walk and were beginning to ascend the stairs. The gentleman glimpsed a small shiny object reflecting in the light. He stooped and examined it between his fingers.

"Someone must have dropped it," he mused, "who do think it belongs to?"

"I don't know, dear. It's too small to be a door key. That harlot probably dropped it. We can hand it in at the station tomorrow." 



One of Those Days.



It was over ten years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just finished a meeting at city hall and it was about 4:30 and time to get back to my office. It was August in Dallas. The typical 100+ degrees but as I left the building I could see the storm clouds signaling an afternoon thunderstorm. The sky was dark and rumbling and a few scattered drops were falling. I hustled the block to the visitor parking area and got in my car. I started up the car and turned on the wipers and put my damp briefcase in the back seat. I noticed a crowd of employees leaving the building and briskly starting their walk the two blocks to employee parking area. The pace of the rain picked up as did their pace. Looking in the other direction I could see a torrential downpour approaching. The pace quickened. 

I turned up the wiper to full speed to keep the window clear. It was one of those rains with huge raindrops and not much wind. There was traffic everywhere and the roadway was now flowing with water. 

I noticed one particular woman approach the intersection crosswalk to cross toward me on her way to parking. She was young, probably early twenties. She had long dark wavy hair that she was attempting to cover with her hand over her head holding a portfolio. She was wearing a yellow skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees and snuggly followed her hips and thighs. She had a short sleeve white blouse that fit her snuggly. From less than fifty feet away it was clear that she had been near the front of the line when they were handing out great figures. 

As she was speed walking to the crosswalk the light changed and the string of waiting traffic began to pass. She and the other folks on the sidewalk fidgeted anxiously and the rain quickened and they were unable to move as the backed up cars filled the intersection. Then the skies let loose completely in a downpour. She clutched her purse to her front as if to protect it and tried to shield her head with her portfolio. As the red light queue cleared the passing cars were moving faster. The curb lane was quickly filled with several inches of water in the gutter. One driver, moving quickly and making a right hand turn, hit the puddle in the curb lane and sent a veritable wave of water spraying toward the group in the crosswalk. 

The pretty woman took a direct hit with the front of her skirt being instantly soaked. She jumped with the impact but wasn't out of the way when a second car reemptied the puddle on her skirt. She pulled the portfolio off her head and moved the purse from being clutched to her bosom to hanging the strap over her shoulder. As if assessing the damage, she dropped any pretense of trying to stay dry. She stepped out of her shoes and picked them up with one hand, holding the portfolio in the other as she stood with the rain having now plastered her hair to her head and face. As she final walked across the street, I could see her smile in resignation to her predicament. She was gorgeous. The blouse was soaked on her shoulders and the top of her front with the only spots not plastered to her skin being the area below her bust that was somewhat protected as what looked like substantial breasts provided some protection from the vertical rain. As she walked past you could see her white blouse being near transparent plastered on her back. Bra straps obviously visible. She was no longer in a hurry as she carefully navigated barefoot toward the next corner. 

At this point it was time to move the car. I decided I needed another look so I quickly headed two blocks in her direction hoping to turn around and drive past her one more time. I pulled into a parking metered spot on the street as she approached. Her blouse was now fully soaked. The outline of her bra was clearly visible as her blouse was near transparent. Her hair was plastered to her head. Her pretty olive skin glistened. She was smiling. I could clearly see her cleavage and the upper edge of her bra cups. Her nipples were visibly leaving an impression in her bra and blouse and I swear I could see the dark color of her Areoles. The yellow shirt was similarly clinging to her like -- well like a soaked tight skirt. It wasn't transparent but the bumps of her blouse tails and panty lines were obvious. I watched her shapely legs and ass move away from my car and toward a parked car. Her visible bra straps teased. If I hadn't been married I would have run after her. 

I headed home on wet congested streets but entertained by the images I had witnessed. When I arrived home I entered the house through the garage into the kitchen where my wife, Carol, had just finished sticking a frozen Lasagna in the oven. The routine was the usual, a peck on the check, and quick update on the day. Dinner would be done in fourty minutes, about 6:30. The kids were at scouts til 8:00. 

I watched Carol as she scurried around the kitchen. She was still wearing her work clothes, a fitted business skirt and white silk blouse. She had kicked off her heals and jacket. Her pretty brown hair framed the face I had first fallen for ten years ago when I spied her across the classroom in graduate school. Her size ten skirt hugged a shapely rear end and her professional blouse didn't fully disguise the nice rack that fills a 34B bra to perfection. I smiled thinking how lucky I was, and headed to the bedroom to change and freshen up. 

I decided on a shower as the day's heat and rain's humidity me sticky. I was just starting my shower when Carol entered the bedroom to change. Then it struck me. I stuck my head out of the shower door and yelled to Carol to please grab me a fresh bar of soap. Moments later she had grabbed and unwrapped the soap then opened the shower door to hand it to me. I didn't take the soap but instead grabbed carol's arm and gently but firmly pulled her toward me. She quickly responded, "What are you doing." I ignored her completely, pulling her into the shower and planting my lips on hers as I hugged her to my body. She squirmed and tried to talk for a few seconds but my warm passionate kisses continued. Carol's back was taking the full stream from the shower head and she was soaked as I continued the kiss and ran my hands over her body. I turned her around and latched on to her neck, looking over her shoulder as the shower soaked her blouse and skirt front. My very hard cock was pressed tightly against her ass and my hands rubbed over her body. 

The white silk blouse clung to her cleavage and revealed her lacy bra beneath. The dark skirt remained opaque but something is sexy about a wet clinging skirt hugging a shapely figure. Carol was protesting me getting her good clothes all wet but from her tone it was clear she knew I wasn't at all sympathetic. "Well I have a stain on the blouse anyway." she commented. Carol had her hand behind her by now and had grabbed my cock and was teasing me about how excited I seemed, asking me what got into me today. I undid the side hook and zipper on Carol's skirt and slipped the wet garment down over her hips being careful not to remove her panties at the same time. Then I reached around to her front, still standing behind her and grabbed her blouse with both hands. "I'll buy you a new one." I said as I firmly pulled part the two sides of her blouse popping the buttons as her blouse ripped apart. 

Carol's only comment was, "My, I must not have been taking very good care of you lately -- you're awful feisty today." 

I turned Carol around again to take in the sight of my pretty wife standing soaked in a lacy bra and panty set with her skirt and blouse remains laying on the shower floor. Carol smiled then unhooked the front clasp on her bra, commenting, "It's new and I don't want you to ruin it and I had a funny feeling it was coming off."

"And the panties too." I commanded. 

Carol rolled the soaked panties down her hips revealing her nicely trimmed pubic patch and sexy bikini tan lines. 

Carol kneeled, using the clothes as a knee pad, and grabbed my throbbing cock and began kissing it as she gently played with it. Then she slipped the head into her mouth. The shower water had now doused her hair and was washing down her body as she began working my cock with her tongue and hands. Her other hand was now fondling my balls. She had about two or three inched in her pretty mouth and began pumping her head. 

Then I heard a buzzer going off. It was the oven timer. Carol pulled her mouth off my cock for a moment, looked up at me and said, "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes so I will take care of this immediate problem now then tonight after the kids are in bed, I expect to have my clit treated to a good tonguing followed by a good fuck in our bed." I quickly nodded my consent as she place my cock back in her mouth and picked up the pace taking deep thrusts of my cock. As I moaned I was getting close, Carol shoved the fingers on her right hand between my ass cheeks and fingered my anus. As she pushed her finger, she pulled her mouth off my cock and began pumping it vigorously with her hand. As I erupted the streams of cum sprayed her face and were quickly washed away by the shower water. She pumped me dry. Then in a matter of fact manner she stood, gave me a quick kiss and said, "I'm looking forward to payback tonight." 

The Lasagna was good too. Carol came twice later that night as I returned the oral pleasures and unloaded a second load deep in her pussy. 

The next night after work I picked up a beautiful new silk blouse for Carol - telling her each time she wore it I would probably get a hard-on thinking of our hot sessions. Carol reminded me the kids were home and supper would be ready in twenty minutes.



One Of Those Days



She woke late, as usual, the life of a single woman was supposed to be free and easy, but she seemed to have so little time in her day. She rushed about looking for something to wear… the hamper was full and she remembered that she had not done the laundry yet. Her underwear drawer was empty, not a clean pair of panties to be had. She debated about wearing a pair unwashed, but the idea made her cringe. She may be a slob but she hated wearing unclean clothes. With a shrug she decided to wear none, after all, she thought, she was safe enough… no one would know. Looking in her closet she spied a skirt and blouse and without hesitating took them out and laid them on the bed. With a quick glance at the clock she calculated how long she had to shower, dress and drive to work. It would be cutting it fine but she was sure she could do it. One more day of arriving late and her boss would haul her over the coals. It had taken awhile for her to find a job she enjoyed and she didn't want to lose it yet.

Turning on the taps in the shower she let them run till steam filled the bathroom. Stepping under the spray she closed her eyes. Reveling in the way the water hit her skin. Delighting in the feel of the water running over her breasts, looking down to see the water drip from her nipples. Her body fascinated her with the way it responded to different stimuli, at one moment dormant at another so attuned to every touch, the caress of a summer breeze, the soft splash of a spring rain. Closing her eyes once more she gave herself over to the soothing needles of water hitting her body. She sighed gently as the heat of the water seeped into her bones. She stood motionless, enjoying this morning ritual, her mind starting to wander. Unbidden her boss's face loomed large before her. She had fantasized what it would be like to get up close and personal with him. He was a fascinating mix of rough and smooth, a self made man, one who through hard work had built himself an empire. He may now wear the finest suits, live in the lap of luxury and on the best guest list in town, but beneath that exterior she sensed a raw passion. A passion that once released could devastate anything in its way. It was a sensuality that was inside and could never be learnt. 

Barely registering her surroundings, her hand strayed to her pussy, lightly caressing the mound, a clean- mound, smooth and slightly swollen. Her hand going lower, a finger gently touching her clit before running along the slit, parting the lips a little. She shivered at her touch; she was imagining another's finger tracing the path hers was taking. She probed inside her pussy a little, surprised and pleased at how warm it felt, how soft and smooth. Her finger slipped easily inside, and she found herself opening her legs wide, bracing herself against the tiled wall, as she explored her inner depths. Moving her finger slowly in and out she felt the pull of her inner muscles, the feel of them as they contracted around her finger. She increased the speed slightly, wanting to prolong the sensation. All thought of hurrying had fled from her mind; she was focused only on the pleasure centered around her finger, her pussy.

She slid her finger out and brought it to her mouth, she tasted the wetness covering it, sucking it as if it were a lover's cock, her tongue laving its length, her mouth closing over the tip and drawing it in side. She licked it clean sighing as she did so. It was a contented sigh, one borne from the delight of tasting her cream. Today she noticed it was thick and white and had a taste she has never been able to define. With a small giggle she thought that if she could bottle this taste she would make a fortune. Once more reaching down she rubbed her clit, stroking it lightly at first, making it harden and throb, and then she took it between finger and thumb and pinched it. Not too hard but hard enough to make her gasp. A shudder went through her; a moan escaped her throat. Once more she saw her boss's face, his lean, rangy body… she imagined him naked, sitting in his leather chair, waiting for her. She thrust two fingers inside her hot pussy, in and out… her breathing starting to hitch, her muscles tightening. 

Letting go of the wall she slumped against the one opposite, sliding down until she was seated in the tray her legs spread wide, her fingers inside her. She bent her knees and raised her bottom… this position allowing her to reach deeper inside. Her free hand caressed her breasts, pulling on the nipples, making them harden and elongate. As if from a distance she heard herself moaning…. Louder with each thrust each tug on a nipple. She was close to climax. She let go of her nipples and rubbed her clit, hard and fast, wanting to end the torment she had created for herself. Fingers thrusting, going as deep as she could, now three…. In faster and harder, rubbing her clit harder and harder. With a cry she felt her body tighten and shake then with a long moan of pure pleasure she orgasmed. Waves flowing over her as her juices flowed over her hand. Panting she removed her fingers and licked them clean. Standing on shaky legs she let the water hit her again as she quickly washed.

Turning off the taps she exited the shower and reached for a towel. Her eyes noticed the time on the clock and she let out a yell. Dammit she was running even further behind. Muttering under her breath she dried off, threw on her skirt and began looking for a bra, of course in her haste she could not find a clean one and no even more conscious of the time threw caution to the wind and put her blouse on. She hastily donned thigh hi stockings, slipped her feet into her heels and the proceeded to the vanity to apply her makeup. Today she would have to make do with lipstick alone. She had no time for a more elaborate appearance. A look at her hair told her it was a disaster, but with a brush to untangle the knots she gave it a careless blow dry, then twisted it into a knot on top of her head. She surveyed her efforts, decided that she was passable and on her way out the door scooped up her purse and left.

She jumped into her car and with a squeal of tyres was finally on her way. Knowing it was her own fault for running late she never the less tapped the steering wheel impatiently, silently urging the other motorists to hurry. Praying that all the lights would be green. Just as she thought she was safe, that she would make it to the office with minutes to spare, the traffic came to a halt. Letting out a groan of frustration she came to halt and rested her head on the wheel. She berated herself for the indulgence in the shower, despite the pleasure she gave herself, she knew that this morning was not the right time. With a sigh of resignation she lifted her head and waited. Slowly the traffic inched forward, her glances at the clock not helping her state of mind. She debated phoning in and telling them what had happened, but that had happened too many times and she realised that today could very well be her last day.

It was not that she didn't want the job, in fact the very opposite. But she often got so distracted that she lost track of time, and that meant she was often late to bed, thus late to rise and like today late for work. Giving another huge sigh she followed the crawl of traffic. Begging all and sundry to make it move faster. As if her plea was heard her speed picked up and once more she was travelling at something more than a snail's pace. Finally she could she the entrance to the car park, only a feet away. She thanked the unknown helper and turned in and parked. Hoping to enter the office without the boss knowing she was yet again late, she moved quickly but confidently. 

A loud AHEM!! stopped her forward movement. She waited in the hope that she was not the object of that sound. Just as she thought she was safe she heard, "Miss Hart!" the commanding tone giving her no choice but to turn and face the speaker. She turned with as much dignity as she could muster; hoping her suddenly jelly legs would hold her upright. "Yes, Mr. Montrose?" she managed to squeak past her suddenly dry throat. "Will you step into my office for a moment, please," he said, the request sounding more like a command. Without uttering another sound she walked into her boss's office and stood waiting, the soft closing of the door behind him sounding like a gun shot in the silence. She quaked inwardly at what would happen now.

Holding her breath she waited for him to say something, anything. The silence was unnerving. She heard a discreet cough and nearly leapt out of skin, she berated herself for being so jumpy, after all he was human, flesh and blood like she… but oh so handsome a little voice in her head reminded her, and a body to die for. Mentally shaking herself she remained still. After what seemed like an eternity she heard him say. "Please, sit down Miss Hart." She then found that her legs were obeying the command to move and with a sigh of relief she sank onto the nearest chair and with out thinking crossed her silk clad legs. As she was looking down at the time, not yet daring to look at her boss, she noticed that her skirt had ridden up slightly and the lace at the tops of her stockings was visible. With a silent groan for not looking more closely at the skirt she had put on, she tried to carefully to ease it lower in order to cover her thighs. 

She knew it was a futile gesture as the skirt was too short, and while ordinarily she liked wearing it, in fact it was one of her favourites, she wished that today of all days she had grabbed one of her longer ones. Sighing gently she abandoned her efforts and prayed that Mr. Montrose was too distracted to notice. As she glanced up she realised that even that faint hope was dashed as she surprised a look on his face that revealed his admiration for the view he was being given. As he caught sight of her watching him he seemed to put a shutter down over his eyes and clearing his throat became business like.

"Miss Hart," he began, "How long have you worked for this company?" A little startled by the question she readily answered, "Just over three months Mr. Montrose." Oh damn she thought that sounded way too eager and breathy. "Quite correct," he responded. "And in that three months, it has been reported to me, that at least once a week, sometimes more you turn up late for work. Is that a fair assessment?" Swallowing, she answered, "Yes sir, that is correct, but have you also been informed that I stay after normal business hours are over, to make up the time?" She was shocked by her own audacity, inwardly cringing at the words that had come from her mouth unbidden. She closed her eyes briefly as if to ward off the axe she knew was going to fall. But instead of harsh words of reproach she heard a soft chuckle, her eyes opening wide at the sound. Mr. Montrose was smiling, that endearing, quirky smile she had seen him give to others but never her. She opened her mouth to apologise but before she could utter a sound he went on, "Yes Miss Hart I have been informed that you work many more hours to make up for the few minutes you arrive late some days."

She looked at him puzzled … no longer sure why he had stopped her and asked her to come into his office. Unless one was in the upper areas of the business, a call to the boss's office usually meant he was displeased. 

"Umm," she began, stopped, cleared her throat and started again. "Mr. Montrose if my timekeeping is not the problem why have I been called in here?" He gave her an assessing look, from her sleek bob, over her face, down her body, his face flushing as he realised she was braless, then lower to take in her too short skirt and silk clad legs, finally noting her well shod feet. Claudia was still at a loss as to what she was here for, but from the look she saw on his face she told herself that if all he wanted was a good time girl then he was sadly mistaken. Despite the way she dressed and her rather flamboyant manner, she was shy deep down and had had few men in her life. Her outward appearance and actions were more of a façade to cover her true self.

She said not a word waiting for him to answer her question. "Yes right, the reason why I asked you to stop in here." If she didn't know better she was sure that Mr. Montrose was nervous. "Apart from your erratic time keeping, I have been informed by your supervisor that you have been a valuable asset to this company even in the short space of time you have worked here. In fact Mr. McDougal has been singing your praises for some time now." Claudia smiled at the mention of the supervisor's name. He reminded her of a cuddly teddy bear and had been a godsend to her. He saw beneath the front she showed the world and had kindly taken her under his wing till she found her feet. It was to Mr. McDougal that she opened up about her education, what she had been doing before starting work at Montrose Industries and a host of other things she rarely told anyone. And as if he were her father, Mr. McDougal had helped her best he could, delighting when she succeeded.

"Mr. McDougal has told me that you are fluent in several languages, have a Masters Degree in Business, and a year ago was working for one of the biggest firms in this city. Is this true?" he questioned. Claudia had not lied on her application but she had omitted some of these facts. Her reasons why were varied and many but as she was basically an honest woman she told him that yes all of that was true. Thumping a fist on his desk, he growled, "Then why on earth did you apply for a secretarial position in the firm?" A little taken aback by his tone, she simply stated, "It was the only position available, sir." His mouth opened, forming a perfect O but not a sound escaped. She grinned then realising who she was with quickly sobered. "Sorry sir," she said. He waved one of his strong hands and smiled at her. "Miss Hart, in your position I am sure I would have done the same." He winked at her as he said this. She was so delighted by the unexpected wink that she laughed, causing him to laugh as well.

"Ok now for the reason I stopped you this morning Miss Hart," he began, "Before I begin what is your first name? For what I am about to suggest I think we need to be on a first name basis." A stunned look crossed her face as once more she thought he was going to make an improper suggestion. So incensed was she that she uncrossed her legs and half rose from the chair. Standing at her not so impressive 5'2 she began to berate her boss. Uncaring that she may lose her job, that was preferable to being thought of as a toy for him to use. She told him exactly what she thought of men like him who thought they could use their position of power to subject women to unwanted attentions, those that thought that any woman was fair game if she worked for them. She was just getting into her stride and ready to tell him what to do with his proposal when he laughed loudly. The sound rendered her speechless for a moment, then turning on her heel she moved to the closed door. She had never in her life been laughed at like that, she was furious. Guessing that her short and not so illustrious career with Montrose Industries has just come to an end, she decided to throw one more barb before leaving to collect her things. 

Turning to face the man seated behind the desk she got a shock. He had risen and followed her to the door. As she turned her body brushed against his, and as she took a deep breath to still her suddenly racing heart she could smell the cologne he was wearing. It was a woodsy smell, clean and crisp and so indicative of the man wearing it. She almost gasped in shock as she felt him this close, fearful her body would betray how she really felt about him. And she was mortified lest he realise how she felt after she had just roundly chastised him for the sins of others. With a gentle touch he removed her hand from the door handle and led her back to the chair, seating her before resuming his position behind his desk.

"Miss Hart," he tried once more… "Claudia" she breathed. "Claudia it is," he corrected, "As charming and alluring as you are, I have to tell you that my purpose for asking you to talk has nothing what so ever to do with me wanting you, or not wanting you, or what ever…" his voice trailed off at this. "As I was trying to say, before you got your hackles up. Mr. McDougal has been telling me how accomplished you are in the business world and how extensive your experience has been. The proposal I have for you is as a personal assistant to me." He held up his hand to stop her before she could misunderstand again. "Now before you say a word please listen," he continued. "Mary, my current assistant, is soon to take maternity leave and will be gone for a year at least. Therefore, I need someone to take her place. Secondly, as the company is expanding into overseas markets, I need an assistant who is fluent in many languages but who also has a good sense of business. You my dear Claudia seem to fit the bill to a tee." Claudia sat back in the chair stunned by the proposal and then embarrassed for her outburst. "Oh Mr. Montrose, I am so, so sorry for what I said. It was just that, in the past those other kinds of offers have been put forward, and as you heard they have not been welcome." He chuckled a little, but more in understanding of why she misinterpreted what he was going to say. "Claudia, you are a delightful creature, but I do not believe in mixing business and pleasure, at least not in the workplace. Now after hours is a different matter." As she looked at his face she caught a look that told her he was teasing her, making her realise that although her tirade had not been warranted, in this case he was not upset by it.

"So Claudia, do you accept my offer?" It was all Claudia could do to stop herself from jumping up and letting out a yell of delight. Finally someone, a man no less, who wanted her for her mind and not her body. Without thinking she rushed around his desk, flung her arms around his neck and went to kiss him on the cheek. So surprised was Michael, that his hands involuntarily held her waist, his head moving at the last moment so that the kiss landed on his slightly parted mouth. Claudia went to move back but his hands held her fast, his fingers splayed across her back, the warmth of them seeping through the material. Instead of moving as she intended she found her own mouth parting slightly, her tongue touching his lips…as if from afar she heard a groan, not sure if it were her or him. But not wanting to end this sweet torture, wanting it to go on her hands splayed on his shoulders, holding tight as if to let go meant she would fall. Her upper body leaned against his, hr breasts pressed against him, the hardening nipples felt through his shirt. 

With a soft growl he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, almost savagely, a hand going down to touch the top of her stocking, then running up her bare thigh above it. Sliding it beneath her skirt, encouraged by the way she was returning his kiss, by her soft moans in his mouth. H knew this was wrong, it went against all his rules for workplace liaisons, but there was something about this woman that lit a flame inside him, made him want to possess her. He was genuine in the job offer and it had not crossed his mind that there would be anything more, but with her pressed against him, her mouth locked with his, her skin soft and warm beneath his hand, all reason left him. He moved his hand higher encountered a bare buttock, roaming his hand across to the other one it dawned on him that she was naked beneath her skirt. Stunned his hand stilled. He broke the kiss to look into her face. 

She looked down at him, her mind fuzzy with passion, and then as if a light had been turned on she suddenly remembered where she was. This was not one of her many dreams, but stark reality. Her face flamed as her predicament became all too clear. After soundly telling him off, here she was practically draped across his lap asking him to take her. "Oh God," was all she could manage to utter, her mind was still functioning on half speed and his hand now resting on her bare right cheek was not helping. All she wanted was to part her thighs and have him touch her in her most intimate of places, to have him thrust a finger inside her and feel the heat, the wetness, to know how he affected her. Neither moved for several minutes, each wondering what the other would do but neither wanting to let go. With a small sigh she made to move away, his soft, almost silent, "No." stopped her. She looked into his eyes and knew she was lost. She reasoned that what could it hurt, this one time her fantasy would be realised, there may never be another chance for her to be this close again to him and she was willing to risk all, for this one time.




One Of Those Days



Leaning down she captured his mouth and kissed him with all the passion she had, feeling the burn as their mouths joined and then became like one. He placed both hands under her ass and moved her to sit astride him. Her bare pussy pressed against his crotch, his erection hard and insistent against his trousers. They kissed for a long time, their hands roaming at will. He slid a hand from her ass, around her belly, making her gasp, then trailed it to her core, to that heat between her thighs. A finger lightly touching her hardened nub, caressing it, feeling her legs quiver as he did so. Sliding a finger along her slit he could feel her juices, slippery and warm. He put his finger to his mouth and tasted, an involuntary moan escaping as he licked them. She tasted of honey, warm and sweet. His hand went back to her pussy; he wanted more of her, so much more…

She shifted slightly on his lap, allowing better access to that part of her burning for his touch…. As she moved the smell of sex drifted up… intoxicating in its intensity. She felt as well as heard him breath deeply, at the same time felt his hand once more caress her wet slit. This time he was not content to merely run a finger along its length, he slowly slid a finger inside her, going till it was buried deep. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gasped… a soft groan escaping her parted lips. Then she heard, "Open your eyes. I want to see them." She did as she was bid looking at his face once more, noticing that his eyes were slightly glazed, their colour had deepened a little, and passion was clearly displayed. She felt his finger slipping out of her, and watched as he brought it to his mouth again, his tongue flicking it, tasting a little… then sucking it into his mouth and cleaning it. "Mmm, Claudia your taste is like heaven," he murmured as his hand once more stole down to her pussy. This time he placed two fingers at the entrance, teasing her a little, before thrusting them in. 

Claudia let out a moan as she felt his fingers slide quickly into her pussy, then louder as he began to work them in and out, the sound of her juices squelching as he finger fucked her. Her nipples had hardened into two rock-like peaks; they were clearly visible beneath her shirt. Michael leant forward and captured one of the hardened buds between his teeth, biting it gently, marveling at her reaction. Her hands held his head, pulling it closer, her back arching. Without warning he removed his fingers from her pussy and using both hands undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her high firm breasts, the nipples a soft brown, the areola large, puckered and oh so inviting. He traced a finger down the slope of her left breast watching as the nipple tightened further, the skin of her breast raising in goose flesh, noticing the small tremor that ran through her. Shifting his position a little he brought his mouth to her breast and with long slow licks, bathed it with his tongue, all over her breast except for the nipple. She whimpered with need each time he came close but did not touch. Her breath hitching, getting shallow, she could feel her juices churning inside her, slowing running down. Finally he sucked her bare nipple into her mouth, tugging on it with his teeth, his tongue licking the tip. His other hand holding her right breast, squeezing it, pulling on the nipple. Her hips bucked against him. Her body seeking release. His free hand played with her swollen clit, rubbing it in circles, delighting in her moans, rubbing harder and faster, feeling her body shudder against his hands and mouth. 

"Yes, oh God, yes!!" she cried, her pussy moving against his hand, her hands holding his head tight against her breast… with a loud cry her body shook, her juices ran out of her over his hand, and he continued to rub her clit wanting to make the orgasm last. The only sound in the room was her laboured breathing. As she floated back to reality she wondered just what on earth she was doing… had she taken leave of her senses. She sat up straight and clumsily tried to button her shirt, her face flamed red with embarrassment, at the same time she tried to slide off his lap. She managed to get halfway off before his hands stilled her actions. Her face still red she looked at him, stammering, "M-Mr. M-Montrose. I am so, so sorry. I don't know what came over me." He smiled as he looked at her showed that he was far from displeased with what had happened. As it broadened he seemed to be encouraging more. Claudia's mind went into fast mode, her thoughts racing… would this lead to more… only time would tell.



One of THOSE days



It had been one of THOSE days. I had been late for work, because I missed the bus, I had got yelled at by my boss, I had gotten into a fight with a co-worker, I had walked around all day with a run in the back of my pantyhose without knowing it, and as I walked home from the bus stop, in the pouring rain, I got soaked wet because I hadn't brought my umbrella with me.

I slammed the door behind me, and my boyfriend came out into the hallway to see what was wrong. 

-Oh my god, what has happened to you? he said.

That's when I broke down and started to cry, and in between my sobbing, I told him in staccato about my rotten, stinking day. He listened without interrupting me, just helped me out of my wet coat, nodding and making affirmative grunts, and led me to the kitchen, sat me down on a chair, and rubbed my shoulders while everything just bubbled out of me. He didn't make any remarks, he just listened until I was through, and even then he didn't come with any stupid advice on what I should do. Instead, he put his arms around me and held me until I had stopped crying.

That's the great thing about him. He's not like other men, who cheerfully try to "help you take care of the problem" when you tell them about one. He listens, and shows his support – but he let's you take care of it yourself, like the big girl he knows you are. I suppose the fact that he has 5 sisters has something to do with it. He understands women.

Now, he squeezed my shoulders and told me to go and take off my wet clothes, and he would pour me a hot bath before he started making dinner. Gratefully, I followed his instructions, and a few minutes later, I stepped into a hot foam bath.

-I'll call for you when dinner's ready, he said.

I leaned back against the back of the tub, buried up to my chin with bubbles. The warm water revived my tired, frozen body, and my muscles got less and less tense. I listened to him moving about in the kitchen, grateful that he was doing this for me when it was supposed to be my turn to fix dinner. My body relaxed, and I was close to falling asleep when he came in and held up his fluffy bathrobe for me to put on. The material was a bit rough, like a towel. I tied it around me and went with him into the kitchen. I stopped in the doorway and stared at the table. He had laid the table with our good china, and taken out every non-matching candlestick holder we had. Lit candles spread a warm, soft glow over the dark room, lighting up the table, the nice wine glasses, the bottles of soft drinks, and the steaming lasagna. 

-We didn't have any wine, he said, apologetically. 

-This is perfect, I said, smiling.

I turned around and kissed him. He put his hands over my cheeks and kissed me back, then broke it off and turned me around, gently pushing me to the table. He held out my chair and had me sit down. He sat down too, and opened the bottles. 

We ate, drank, talked about light subjects, and I felt as if I was on a date. My cheeks flushed, not just because of the hot bath I had taken, but because of the way he made me feel. When we had finished our meal, I got up and went over to him. I sat down in his lap and put my arms around him.

-You're the sweetest man on this Earth, I said.

-You've had a really bad day, he said. I just want to make you feel better.

I leaned in and kissed him, took the time to explore his sweet mouth, lick his lips, caress the inside of his mouth with my tongue, and taste him, a mix of lasagne and Coke and him. My hands caressed his broad shoulders, felt the muscles underneath his T-shirt, and pulled through his blond hair. He held me, answered my kisses, and his hands rubbed my back, slid down to my butt and cupped it, squeezed it, slid over to my thighs, caressed them, moved in under the bathrobe, up to my pussy, and I moaned when one finger found its way to my clit and gently rubbed it in tiny circles. I whimpered when he took his hand away, and then gasped when he scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom. 

It felt exciting to be carried away like that, as if he was a hunter and I his fresh-caught prey. He laid me down on the bed, and untied the robe, parted it, gazed at my naked body, and made an appreciative face. I smiled and stretched out with my hands above my head. He sat down, parted my legs wide, and bent down. I closed my eyes in anticipation when I felt his tongue on my clit. I was in for a good time. 

He licked it with the very tip of his tongue, slowly, slowly, then put his lips around it and sucked on it carefully. I parted my legs even more, and tried to lift myself up into his face. He put his hands over my groin, and softly pulled my lips to the side, so that he could reach better. He licked me from the opening to the clit, his tongue was wet and his breath was warm, and my legs trembled from the tension. He licked around my opening, all the time with the very tip, the pointy, hard tip of his tongue, and I shuddered from pleasure. He held my lips apart with one hand, and moved the other one to my moist hole, easing one finger inside of me while he continued to flick his tongue over my clit. I grunted out loud when I felt him penetrating me, and my muscles pulled themselves together around his finger. 

-You're so wet, he whispered. So soft and wet.

-You make me so hot, baby, I whispered back. So hot and horny!

I could tell from the movement against my pussy that he smiled briefly before he went back to teasing me with that amazing tongue of his. He pulled his finger out and put two fingers in me. I arched my back. This treatment was both wonderful and unendurable. A part of me wanted to jump out of bed, another part wanted to grab him and pull him on top of me, into me. He moved his fingers in and out, sucked on me, licked my clit with all of his tongue, like a dog, and then he put three fingers inside of me, and I threw my head back against the pillows and cooed. 

The relief was so big, so strong. I felt it tingling in my arms, my legs, my toes. I grabbed him and pulled him up to me.

-Don't you want anymore? he asked. I was just getting started...

-In a minute, I said. Let me catch my breath first.

But as he leaned over me and kissed me, sharing my juices with me, I had a premonition that he wouldn't let me catch my breath at all that night...



One Of Those Days



It was one of those days. The weather was horrible, my commute was worse and I had way too much work to get done. My phone was ringing when I opened my office door and it hadn't stopped all day. It was tax season and everybody and their mother wanted something. I finally caught a break near noon and decided it was time to head out and grab something to eat. I returned after a lackluster lunch and found a new voicemail on my phone. I groaned as I listened to it. The message was from a lady named Julie in the accounting department, and she complained for a good five minutes about her malfunctioning software.

I quickly headed up to her desk so that I wouldn't have to endure another one of her messages. The office was almost empty due to call-offs caused by the weather, and she seemed to be the only person in her department. I could hear Julie banging away at her keyboard as I approached her cubicle.

"Banging on it won't make it work." I said as I came around to the cube's opening.

"If it worked I wouldn't have to bang." Julie replied sarcastically.

I waved Julie out of the way and sat down at her computer. There were so many things wrong that it was hard tell exactly what had happened. I tried a few things, but the PC was frozen solid, and even the power button would not shut it off.

"See, the damn thing won't even reboot." Julie snarled.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh as I unplugged the power cable from the back of the machine. I plugged it back in, hit the power switch and the machine hummed back to life. Julie rifled through some papers on her desk as the machine ran through the boot process and I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She wasn't bad looking. Her short black hair and pale skin, combined with a very slender body gave her a gothic appearance. She was dressed in a black blouse and short black skirt that seemed way too little for what was turning into the coldest day of the year.

"It sure is cold today." I said casually.

"I wish I would have watched the damn weather. I froze all the way here and I know I will on the way home." She replied.

The computer finally finished booting and I started checking things out. I had just started looking through her program listing when an instant message popped on the screen. I hadn't realized that she had set it to run when the PC started, and evidently neither did she. A message came through that made everything crystal clear.

TrackerT: Did you install it? I found hundreds of groups.

I looked through her program list and quickly found it. The program was called 'adult group finder', and it was a search tool for finding adult rated groups on the Internet. I clicked on the program and opened it before Julie turned to see the computer screen. The program loaded and I saw the problem. Julie's search had returned too many responses and had locked her machine because of the volume.

"This program seems to be the problem." I said to her. I was barely able to hide a smile as she looked over at the screen. Julie was pretty smooth and tried to deny that she had installed it.

"I've never seen that before. It must have installed itself from one of those virus programs that are going around." She said with a dismissing wave of her hand.

"I don't think so. Your friend here seems to know quite a bit about the program." I replied while I maximized the message window from her friend.

"From what I can tell, you entered too many different words to search for. You searched for 'Gothic, Lesbian, BDSM, Anal, Fisting'. I'm quite sure there are a lot of groups regarding those interests. You should search for them one at a time in the future." 

I closed out of the messaging program and returned to the group program. While Julie looked on, I typed in 'Anal' and watched as the program returned a list of over a hundred adult groups.

"See, it will work fine if you just limit your search. Now which one of these topics were you most interested in?" I asked.

"I...wasn't using that. I'm not...sure how it got there." Julie stammered.

"Look, I'm not here to police what kind of stuff you have on your computer. I don't care what's on it, but you better make sure your boss doesn't see any of this." I said. Her insistent denial after being caught was really beginning to get on my nerves. I closed out of the program and stood up to leave.

"So what, are you going to tell on me?" She asked.

"Look..." I began.

"So that's what it's all about huh? I can't afford to lose my job. What do you want?" She said, interrupting me before I could respond.

"I get it. You liked what you saw so this is your way of getting what you want. You are fucking disgusting. She growled.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked her. Julie was not making any sense and it was beginning to piss me off. Julie placed her hands on her desk and bent over. She reached back, yanked her short skirt up, and tucked it into the waistband. She then grabbed her panties and ripped them to the side and exposed her cunt and ass.

"Go ahead and take a good look fucker. Was this what you were hunting for?" She asked with a hiss.

Julie was getting the situation wrong, but I wasn't going to turn down a free show. Her ass was thrust high in the air and every part was on display. She was a liberated girl to say the least. Her entire pubic area was shaved smooth and a silver ring dangled from her clit. The most enticing thing was the color of her skin. Her whole body was pale but her cunt and asshole were vivid strawberry red.

"Go on and touch it you pervert. It's not like I have any choice in the matter. 

I was beginning to get the rules of this game. I gripped her ass cheek in my hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Her skin was smooth and her muscles clenched under my touch. I slid down between her cheeks, and she gasped as my fingers brushed against her puckered ass. I pushed forward and two of my fingers pressed between her puffy cuntlips and found her as juicy as a ripe peach.

"What a fucking slut. Your cunt's soaking wet." I said to her as I slid my fingers back and forth between her slippery lips.

"So what the fuck are you going to do about it? You seem to have all the answers." She spit back at me.

I took this as a challenge and thrust two fingers up into her cunt. She grunted and bore down as I spread my fingers and tested how tight she was. Her cunt-cream oozed down my fingers and left them coated like a glazed donut when I pulled them from her grasping twat. Julie didn't protest when I brought my dripping digits to her mouth and my cock twitched like a snake as my fingers slipped between her cherry red lips.

"That's it. Suck that pussy juice." I growled to her as her cheeks hollowed around my fingers. Her tongue danced around and helped her catch every drop of her girl juice.

"You like tasting your cunt, don't you?" I said. "Does it taste good?"

"Yeah, it tastes so good." She said breathlessly.

I could smell the musky scent of her cunt and knew that she was more than raring to go. I placed one hand on the small of her back and kept her in place while I dropped down to my knees. Her cunt was even more inviting close up. Those pink lips were drooling a thick pearly cream and her asshole twitched as my breath blew over it.

"Take a taste and tell me that's not the best pussy you've ever had." Julie challenged me.

I used my free hand to peel back one of her ass cheeks and dove right in. I didn't waste any time with preliminaries and mashed my mouth against her sweet cunt. Her pussy was soaked and my tongue glided between her folds. My mouth was quickly filled with her sticky juice and I could hear her hands gripping the edge of the desk as I feasted on her slimy cunt.

Julie grunted and thrust her hips back toward me as I jammed my tongue as deep into her possible. I twisted my hand and began to wiggle my thumb into her ass while still keeping her cheeks spread. This sent her over the edge and she thrust back even harder on my mouth. Her cream oozed like she was taking a piss and she began to shake erratically. I buried my thumb as deep in her ass as it would go and began to twist it about, causing her to grunt like a stuck pig. 

I captured her clit between my lips and hooked her ring with the tip of my tongue. After a few quick pulls I thought she would scream. The muscles in her ass and legs were locked tight and a heavy tremor was vibrating through her. I released the ring and sucked her clit causing a new set of shakes and moans. I keep it up until her muscles finally relaxed and she began to sag.

I pulled my thumb from her ass and watched as the pink flower shuddered and pulsed as it tried to close. Her pussy was even redder than before and her clit stood out stiff and puffy. Julie was trying to catch her breath as I stood up. I quickly unzipped my fly and worked my stiff cock out. 

"I sure hope you didn't think this was all over. A hot cunt like that needs to get fucked properly." I told her as I twisted her around. I lifted one of her legs up and pushed her ass up onto her desk. Her cunt was at the perfect height and I didn't wait for a go sign. I grabbed my cock and guided it straight into her. She was so slippery that I didn't meet any resistance as I thrust into her. My balls touched her on the second stroke and I hammered her cunt.

Julie uttered a string of profanities as I plowed into her. I looped one arm behind her back and held her leg up with the other. She leaned forward, kissed my neck at one point, and moved up toward my ear. 

"Fuck me hard you motherfucker. Fuck me." She growled. She began to bite my ear while she egged me on further. I soon had her crushed to me and I was fucking her with all the force I could muster, making her gasp with every thrust. When I finally came I lost all control and I heard her gasp as my arm tightened around her and my fingers bit into the flesh of her calf. I screwed my eyes shut and unloaded into her as she growled in my ear and dug her nails into my back.

Julie was almost limp when I regained control of myself. The realization of where I was hit me quickly and I let her go. My cock slipped free of her as I pulled back and I looked down to see her cunt oozing like a river. A thick drop form between her lips then dropped heavily to the floor, leaving a thick string of hanging from her swollen cunt.

I grabbed a tissue from a box on her desk and wiped my cock off before slipping it back into my pants and zipping up. Julie took my cue and grabbed for a tissue but I stopped her.

"No, no. You can let it stay the way it is. You know you like how it feels when your cunt as full and well fucked." I told her. "You do like it, don't you slut?"

"Yeah, I like when my pussy is all juicy and fucked." She said with a grin on her face. "I hope this clears up any problems with my computer."

"It does for now, but if I have to come back up here again then we'll have to work out a new arrangement." 

"If your that lucky." She said. "Anyway, I have work to do." She said flippantly as she gathered some papers on her desk.

I looked around before leaving her cube. It was lucky for me that so many people had called off because of the weather. I laughed to myself as I grabbed a can of soda from the vending machine, and it wasn't until I was in the elevator that I realized that there were some people that would not have called off. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I ran off to the security office.

I cursed to myself as I made my way to the security office. There were cameras at every corner and I couldn't chance the one near Julie's desk picking us up. Luckily the security officer only monitored the door and elevator cameras during the day. Only the night security monitored the office floors. Even so, the office floors were still recorded during the day.

I made up an excuse about checking the security computers for routine maintenance. I scanned the tape quickly and was glad that I had done so. The camera had caught us and had done so with great clarity. If one of the officers had reviewed the tape then we would have been fired. I placed one of the back up tapes into the recorder and pocketed the evidence.

I started thinking about the tape. In possession of the security team it would mean my job. In my possession it opened up a lot of possibilities. Yeah, it was the wrong thing to think, and I began to feel bad for thinking about it. I contemplated destroying the tape, but my train of thought was disrupted as I walked into my office. The voicemail light was flashing again, and it was almost time for me to leave.

I checked the mail, and the message was from Julie. It seemed that she had a company laptop at home that wasn't working right. She wanted to bring it in and have me take a look at it. She said that it my have some 'questionable' items on it and she was sure we could come to some sort of 'agreement'.

I called her back but she had already left for the day. I checked by schedule and decided to put in a few extra hours to clear up my workload. I wanted to make sure that I had enough time the following morning to give Julie's problem the attention it deserved.



One Of Those Days



It really hadn't been a good day for me, and my mind was still reeling with all the catching up on homework and papers I had to do if I wanted to keep up my grades. My room was a mess, and when I looked at the clock and groaned because I'd already missed the first half of the show I had wanted to watch, I didn't have the energy to do anything but turn on the TV and shove obstacles out of the way so I had space to sit down in front of it. 

A knock on the door made me groan again, but I invited whatever unfortunate person happened to be standing outside in anyway. As it happened, the unfortunate person was my best friend James's brother, Keith, who I knew was only here to get back his portable CD player. I had borrowed it from him this morning pretending to need it for a presentation, although that really was just an excuse to interact with him. 

Keith wasn't in college anymore, but he worked here as an assistant football coach and residence hall staff, and he also was really fucking hot. Because of my friendship with James, I got to check him out less often than all the other girls who had a crush on him, because I really didn't want James to know that I had a thing for his brother. However, that didn't mean that I wouldn't use any excuse to talk to him, and I would have loved seeing him enter my room... if my room had been clean and if I'd been wearing something hot, that is. 

As it was, I attempted to get up, almost embarrassed at the state of the room and the one I was in right now. Keith had let himsef in by that time and shook his head, telling me "No, don't bother. I'll just grab this and be on my way." He nodded in the direction of the CD player, which was standing on my desk. 

"Sure, that's fine." My cheeks reddened slightly in embarrassment when I noticed some of my underwear in the immediate vicinity of the desk, but I just swallowed and tried not to draw attention to it. 

Keith grabbed the CD player and was already on his way out the door again when he took another look at me. 

"Hey, are you okay? You look a little beaten."

"Don't ask." I buried my face in my hands. "You know that feeling when you just want to get laid? I'm having one of those days." I smiled tiredly behind my hands. 

"Ah." Keith said, then was quiet. Apparently, he seemed uncomfortable with me making sex jokes, and my mind sighed in frustration. It was so difficult to act normal around such a hot guy.

"So, um, is that an offer?"

First I thought I hadn't heard right. I really did. I know people say that all the time, but for a moment there I was completely convinced that my mind had just made up those words and put them into Keith's mouth to play some sort of dirty trick on me. I barely stopped myself from stupidly asking "What?"

Then I peered out from between my fingers and saw the way he looked at me. The guy was horny. I hadn't misheard. And as I saw it, although I'd feel guilty because he was James's brother, I simply couldn't refuse. 

"If you want it to be."

He didn't say anything, but after a moment gave a sideways nod and put the CD player down again. He took a few steps towards me, sweeped some of my clothes away so there was space on the floor, and sat down next to me. 

"Sorry about the mess," I apologized.

He snorted. "I don't give a shit. You've never been to my room, have you?"

"No."

"Trust me, it's worse." He smiled, then leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It took me a second or so to react, but then I kissed him back, standing up and finally breaking the kiss where I was standing. 

"Where are you..." 

He didn't bother finish the sentence since I had already moved towards the door and locked it. I turned around and smiled at him, suddenly more confident now that he'd kissed me. His lips curled up in a smile as well as his eyes were darting back and forth on my body. Finally, he just leaned back and waved me close. 

"Take your shirt of for me," he asked when I had moved within arm's length of him. I complied at once, pulling the ratty t-shirt over my head and firing it in the general vicinity of my laundry basket. I knelt in front of him, one leg on either side of his, and he grabbed my waist, pulling me close for another kiss. This time, his tongue parted my lips and started to explore my mouth, causing me to moan slightly. It had been quite some time since I'd had a guy who was a good kisser. While kissing, I reached forward and tugged on his shirt, determined to enjoy that hard body I finally had all to myself. We broke the kiss when I lifted it over his head, then resumed it right away.

At the same time, we reached for each others' pants and I almost laughed out loud. I didn't though. Instead, I pulled away so I could see what my hands were doing with his belt, which wasn't exactly easy to open. My aching to see him naked didn't make it any easier. He was done opening my pants long before I had finished with his, and pulled them down to my knees. I stopped fumbling with his fly to pull them off, first one leg, the the other, and rolled my eyes when I saw that he had left my panties on my hips. His fingers caressed the white cotton for a moment, then he broke into a grin. 

"Very sexy, Liz."

"Oh, shut up," I growled and started a new attack on his pants. "I'll dress up for you next time."

The button had been working on finally came open and I yanked down his pants as far as they would go, together with his boxers. He took over for me, raising his hips of the ground and pulling them off all the way. 

He was naked all the way now, with me still in my underwear. I was about to reach back and take off my bra when I glanced down and saw his gorgeous hard on right in front of my belly. Giving him a smile, I slid back a bit and leaned forward, giving him a few good licks of my tongue. He groaned, and one hand grabbed a hold of my hair while the other reached to open the clasp of my bra. While it fell away, I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. 

I heard him gasp and would have smiled if my lips hadn't been stretched wide at that moment. Slowly, I slid lower until I could go no further, then came back up, swirling my tongue. He pushed me right back down though, raising up his hips to meet my mouth. I could hear him whisper "Damn" when my tongue swirled around his cock again, licking and teasing, getting him moist all over. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would feel like when I had him inside me in a few moments. He wasn't more than average length, but nice and wide, which I loved. 

While I was still sliding my mouth up and down his cock, Keith leaned forward and reached between my legs, feeling the moisture that had soaked my panties by now. He pulled the cotton aside and dipped on finger into my moist pussy, making me gasp. I pulled away from him, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with regret, but telling myself that if I had any say in it, there would be other times when I could suck him off until exhaustion. I slid my panties down my legs and kicked them aside, then knelt back down and stradled him. 

I kissed him again while positioning myself right above his cock, moving my hips so his head slid over my clit repeatedly. We both moaned at the same time, me from the sudden tingle the movement had given me, and him from anticipation. When I still made no move to take him inside me, he grabbed my hips and forced me down, impaling me in one fluid motion. 

I moaned, loudly. His hard cock was inside me all the way, filling me and stretching me wide. For a few seconds we just sat there, me still gasping from the abruptness with which he had entered me, Keith with closed eyes and slightly open mouth, breathing hard and enjoying the sensation. Then I decided to start moving, lifting my hips ever so slightly just to slide back down on his cock. His grip on my hips got more forceful again and he lifted me higher, leaving me to plunge back down creating this incredible sensation of being stretched out anew every time. We kept going like this for a while, both enjoying ourselves and sharing kisses from time to time. I used the opportunity to explore his upper body with my fingertips, stroking every inch of skin and admiring his muscular build. 

Finally, he shifted under me. 

"Get up. I want to try something else," he ordered more than he asked, but I complied, feeling empty as I lifted myself off his wide, warm cock. He came up right after me, lifting me and putting me down onto my desk. I spread my legs wide in anticipation and he was there right away, placing his now swollen head between my folds and thrusting inside me again. I moaned and wrapped my legs around him as he pulled back out, not wanting to let him go.

But he paused. Shifting his hips slightly, he rubbed his slippery head against my clit repeatedly, making me shiver. 

"So... how much exactly did you want this, Liz?"

I groaned. "Keith, please... don't do this."

"Do what?" He teased my clit again while his left hand moved up and circled my nipple. "I just want to know how much you want this cock inside you."

"Keith, this is unfair." I looke up to see him give me a rather wicked grin. "Please just fuck me."

"I wonder if you'd let me take a picture of you," he said conversationally. I stared.

"A nude one? Fuck no."

"You sure?" Suddenly his cock was slipping over my clit again, circling and rubbing it. "I wouldn't show it around, I just want one for myself." Suddenly, his finger pushed roughly inside me.

"Keith," I gasped, determined to try one more time. "Please... please fuck me, goddamn it."

"I will." His finger pushed inside me further and turned roughly, causing me to whince. "I'll fuck the living daylights out of you as soon as you say I get to take your picture. Its important to me."

"What, you have a collection?"

He withdrew his finger, just to push it back inside me together with another one, and he had this downright devilish look in his eyes while grinning at me. "Yes."

I raised my eyebrows at him and sighed. "Fine." I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. "Fine. You can take one. But if anyone ever sees that picture, I swear to God Keith, I will find a way to inflict a lot of pain onto that cock of yours."

I hadn't even noticed that he had removed his fingers while I had talked, but it only took him a moment to position his cock and thrust inside me full force. 

For a moment, I couldn't breathe and grasped his shoulders for support. He didn't give me any time to recover though, but pulled back out and started to fuck me with hard, long strokes, leaving me to moan in ecstasy. 

"Holy shit," I whispered as sweat started to form on my upper lip and my pussy involuntarily clenched around him. My whole body shook every time he thrust, any it felt so good I just couldn't help digging my fingernails into his flesh every time. 

"Don't come inside me," I whispered, not prepared to take chances, when I felt he was close, and he nodded, kissed me, and drew in his breath sharply. His hips thrust two more times, then he pulled out, shaking as the orgasm hit him. I held his strong, sweaty body close, and he plunged his fingers inside of me – three this time – expertly hitting me in just the right spot to make me come just as he was finished. 

I moaned, eyes rolling up while my body shook and twitched with release. Now, he was holding me close with his other arm, stroking my back and kissing my forehead. I leaned onto his shoulder, eyes closed, and enjoyed the hot feelings until they passed. 

Finally he pushed me back carefully, leaving me sitting on the desk while he went to get dressed. I didn't open my eyes but heard the scrape of his jeans and the metal clink of his belt. When I felt able to stand, I slowly slid off the desk and opened my eyes. Keith bent down and grabbed my bra off the floor, dangling it from a finger. 

"You came on my Philosophy paper," I noted, and he turned towards me.

"Really? Sorry about that." He grinned, visibly amused. "I dare you turn it in like that."

"Do you then. What do I get if I do?"

"Hmmm." He stepped towards me and snaked an arm around my waist, kissing my earlobe. "What about... the guys' shower, three in the morning tomorrow night?"

My knees weakened just a little bit. "Are you serious?"

"Oh yeah. I've always wanted to screw some slut in the dorm showers."

"I'll try my best to take that as a compliment." I punched his shoulder and tried to grab my bra, which he was still holding, but he pulled away before I could get a hold of it. 

"Ohh no, you don't. That one's mine until I get that picture."

"Fucking bastard. Get out of my room already."

"Fine, bitch." He gave me a quick kiss and left, letting the door slam behind him carelessly. I shook my head to clear it, and my eyes caught the CD player that was still standing on my desk, just a few inches to the left of where Keith had fucked me moments earlier. 

"Now let's just see how much you want that CD player back," I mumbled to myself, smiling at the opportunity of some revenge. 



One of Those Days



In her world.... He may have been a stranger, but he was no stranger to her heart. For over miles of invisible wires, they met. Became friends. Became lovers. At first they wrote about everyday happenings. Exchanging news of daily lives. Then dreams crept in. Imaginary prairies evolved sending them off in a snapshot of time where they could be together. He taught her how to fly away in her mind, and lose herself in a fantasy. Her mind's eye became her private world. She could see clearly what she wanted to see. She could feel deeply all of her private desires and have unspoken needs satisfied all in one flash. 

He taught her how to separate herself from a hectic real life, of kids, husband and job. He taught her how to share with him a vast sky full of stars or a sun soaked prairie kissed with soft breezes, presenting a moment in time just waiting for them to slip through. She learned through him how to accept the signals her body would send when a secret desire was beginning to build deep inside and through him she learned she no longer had to fight those surmounting urges that summoned her to get lost in a dream. 

Today, she knew, would be one of those days when a faraway place beckoned and she would have to submit herself to its calling.

Reading the morning newspaper was fruitless. Fidgeting nervously from the buzz of anticipation swarming up deep inside, she threw out the last of her lukewarm coffee and headed to the shower to get ready for her day.

The small bathroom began filling with steam shortly after she turned on the shower. Two nozzles spewed water with streams meeting chest high. After a slow entry, she stood in the middle of the waterfall, allowing the water to drone out reality, sailing her off into a world of her own, inviting her mind to fly off in a quick snapshot of a place just waiting for her imagination to create. 

Bar of soap in hand, she began circling each firm breast, feeling tips harden against the bar while watching the water rinse the bubbly coating down over her long, flat tummy. Her hand led the bar slowly to the nerve center between her legs. Suds clung to the soft hair covering the hub of her sexual controls. Her legs automatically spread allowing the bar of soap to skim herself fully, exciting her with sparks she hadn't felt in a long time. 

Through the magic the soap was creating, she imagined herself sprawled out nude on a warm white-sanded beach next to a quiet ocean. The cascading warmth of water falling down around her now, was transformed into glistening sunlight. The soapy bubbles trailing down her body were replaced with salty seawater. Waves of emotion swelled deep inside as each imaginary crest arrived at shore and nestled itself between her legs, before spilling over covering her whole exposed body. Lost on her private beach, in her private fantasy, she was oblivious to her real world and her real life situation of this day. She was happy. She was content. She didn't want to come back home. But as with all dreams, they only last a split second before reality inevitably pops back to life. 

As she was getting dressed, she smiled at the thought of how lucky she was to have her dreamland cowboy, as she called him. He helped her get through the humdrum days. She had their snapshots that could wisk her out of the same ole same ole with a snap of her finger. She was happy. He had been a part of her heart, long before anyone would ever imagine. Even though he was tucked away, oh how he could make her heart flutter when the vivid images he painted grew on her screen. 

How can you be connected to a man you've never met, who lives thousands of miles from your world? How can you feel something not ever knowing his true touch? But she always had felt, that she had felt his touch. He touched places inside her that her husband never knew existed. His tongue flicked sensitive keys creating a crescendo that climaxed into an exploding symphonic song that would be challenging for even an expert musician. Ah yes, she knew her cowboy. She knew his touch. His talent. And most of all, she knew he cared for her, just as she cared for him. 

They had a cabin where they flew off together to meet in their world. Two wicker rockers on the front porch provided front row seats for glorious sunsets. Windows on every side opened four views of the prairie surrounding their haven. One large room served as a living room, kitchen and dining room. An immense stone fireplace covered one wall providing abundant warmth, when their snapshots took them away on blustery winter days. This was their hideaway. And every time they met here, the intimacy they shared always felt like the first time. Each meeting provided a blank canvas on which to create their masterpiece. Their dream. Their snapshot.

As suspected earlier this morning, her shower supplied a prologue to this moment. 

Sitting down in the well-worn chair where she had spent hours flying through her dreamland, with one touch on the first key she began to paint herself back into his heart.

He was to come for a visit tonight. Her mind nervously settled herself into her rocker on the porch at their cabin. Echoing thunder in the near distance sky sliced the night air penetrating her skin as if it were purposely aimed at the deepest, most inner corner of her soul. Knees tucking tightly up against her body, the large white faded rocker absorbed the bombshell of sound that boomed at her with still vibrating resonance. 

"Oooh, that one was close!" she said to herself, shivering briefly in reaction to the change that was inevitably about to come. Butterflies flitted in her stomach as if their wings were carrying a flock of geese on migration. For a moment she and her chair sat perfectly still on the wooden planked floor, then slowly they began picking up the rhythm lost in the frozen heartbeat with an unexpected excitement causing their tempo to grow to an encouraging jazzier pace.

"Hurry love hurry" she whispered... anticipation mounting. "It is time. Our time." she repetitiously mumbled over and over. 

And all of a sudden, she was brought awake by a soft kiss on her cheek. Startled by the intrusion, she jumped to her feet, almost knocking the body in front of her off his feet. Fully awake now, she realized he is here.

"Hi, baby."

"Hello Cowboy," she whispered, touching his cheek with returned delicate kiss.

"Welcome to our world."

"Hmmm, thank you sweets. Good to be back."

Enveloping me close to you, sealing our hug with a soft kiss on the top of my head, we were standing close. Hands holding hands, fingers entwined as naturally as a clinging vine entwines a tree. Instinctively my chin lifted catching your gaze directly handing you an open invitation for our lips to finally meet. Accepting the silent invitation, the first genuine kiss we shared was soft, yet firm. Gentle, yet arduous. Yes, the kiss at that moment assured me that you were more than willing to accept the role you were playing in my life. 

The kiss grew full. Lips parted allowing tongues to meet and play. Your scent showered through my senses. Heart's danced as we pressed closer, deeper into each other. Frozen in time as if the whole force of nature were holding us in place, so we could fully enjoy the magic of our first kiss in the chapter we were building.

Lips still locked, you released your grasp of my hands, and wrapped your arms around me, lifting me off the floor even closer to you. With me in your arms and helpless, you began inching your way towards the door. 

"It's our time now sweets" lowering me to the ground, taking my hand you led me into the cabin directly towards the bedroom. There were no protests as I followed. 

You scattered short kisses on the back my neck, "Hmmm" I hummed, turning my head in different positions, offering new un-kissed spots for my dreamland cowboy to find. Gently you turned me around, face to face. The tip of our noses rubbed affectionately, Eskimo style, as your tongue licked little flicks upon my chin. Again we were packaged together in a tight hug. A kiss of familiar urgency quickly exploded into a frenzy of passion. No longer being able to hold yourself back, you pulled me down with you as you fell onto my bed. 

Full length our bodies touched. Pressed tightly together, our lips kissed, arms hugged and our hips forced themselves against each other. Every movement giving signs of preparation for the new frontier each of us was ready to explore.

Without releasing from the kiss, your fingers began unbuttoning my flannel shirt...fumbling...almost tearing at the little plastic clasps with no luck. You begin trying to untuck the shirt as if to lift it over my head. Still without success. By then you were frantic in struggling to free me from my clothes. Any clothes you could have mastered in undoing, would conquer your goal, but instead you only ended up looking like a hungry dog desperately scratching and pawing at the ground search of his favorite buried bone. 

In turn I began trying to free your shirt, but my fingers acted just as clumsily, until laughter broke the kiss and we both rolled back onto the bed, 

"We're supposed to be worn out after we get done making love! Not before we even get our clothes off!" 

We lay there together, laughing out loud at the awkward moment. But with that moment came a change, an interlude of calmness, emphasizing for me that what we were about to share was going to be everything each of us dreamed it would be. And in the calm, you leaned over and began unbuttoning my shirt expertly.

Lying beside each other, eyes locked together, your fingers undid one button at a time, until you won and parted the front of my shirt which broke our stare when your eye looked down at my braless chest. Soft fingertips upon soft breasts. Swirling skims of your nails enticed my small dark circles to crinkle and nipples to become erect. Tickling passes, sent goose bumps rippling outward. My heart was beating so rapidly, I wondered if you could see its poundings as you looked down at my bare chest. Lowering your lips to smooth skin, little kisses were placed between trails your tongue licked upon stiffened tips. One hand joined in, cupping a breast, massaging it, rolling the nipple between its fingers, as your mouth sucked upon the other. 

The urgency inside, to share myself with you, was growing as rapidly as my heart was beating. Lifting your head, bringing your lips back to join mine, mouths met with a wide warm kiss. My tongue pushed its way deep into your mouth. You responded. I clung tighter. Rolling on top of me, we were ready. Lost in the last preliminary kiss, freeing one of your hands, it went directly to my belt, unclasping it, and unzipping my jeans. With that beginning, we separated and begin ridding ourselves of our own clothing. Lips still trying to stay in touch, we undressed and fell back into place, without skipping a beat of the kiss we were sharing.

Finally feeling your stiffness slip between my legs as you rolled on top of me fitting yourself into my natural vee, where my thighs met my secrets. Warmth spread through my body, as I tightly closed my legs around your growing erection, squeezing it with soft thighs as our arms tightened their embrace. Breaking the kiss, you lifted your upper body by extending your strong arms, which caused your hips to press more powerfully into mine. All inhibitions were flying from our minds. I felt as free as a hawk that soars upon warm thermals in a crystal clear summer sky. My heart was overcome with a desperate kind of want, which automatically spread my legs wide, opening totally to this man with whom I wanted to share myself.

Inching downward meeting my private secrets provided you with your first intimate look at the woman you'd been wanting for so long. Lowering your lips to my lips, your warm breath met soft hairs guardedly. Hips rose with approval and accepted your tongue to fire its electrifying shocks through my body by licking gently upon my control button. Shudders of pleasure erupted. My back arched letting out a muffled moan in response to your probing fingers and tongue. Licking softly, while fingers entered my warm, moist tunnel, then alternating, allowing fingers to spread my juices as they rubbed the hub of my sensuality, and your tongue delved deep inside. Teetering on the brink of my first climax, I could hardly lay still. Body rolling from side to side, hips rising, encouraging a desperate invitation for you to keep exploring my uncharted prairie. Unable to hold off any longer, giving in to your powers, my body stiffened rigidly, taking in a deep breath, as your talents created my first explosion of pleasure. A climax more powerful, more exhilarating than I had ever experienced. Juices flowing, tinglies flying, overwhelmed with a special closeness which added to the excitement of having you taste me for the first time.

"Oh baby, you're wonderful," you whispered, sliding your way upward so to meet my smile with your lips. 

"Well, you had a part in that wonderfulness too, 'ya know. I guess you know how to push all the right buttons in me" accepting your lips, enjoying the taste of myself in our kiss, which silenced them both. 

Repositioning yourself between my legs I allowed you entrance. Our bodies began speaking a language all their own. For once deep inside, we moved in unison, communicating clearly our passionate desires. Slowly at first, enjoying every inch of our union, until a ravenous craving drove us to a rapid accelerated rate. Thrusting and pumping, we were linked by a force far greater than we had ever imagined. Pleasurable moans echoed through the silence and floated upon soft gasps for breath as the two of us worked ourselves towards the peak of the mountain we were climbing together. Beads of sweat punctuated our efforts as we grew closer to the synchronized orgasm we were creating. I can't remember exactly when the orgasm overtook us, but my body reacted with precision the exact moment you clung the tightest to me, thrusting yourself into my deepest depths filling me full with your warm seeds. 

Frozen in the aftermath tangled tightly together, both well spent and satisfied, she closed her eyes, still clinging to him, wanting to silently savor each and every sensation her dreamland cowboy had just created... when from a distance, a voice interrupted the silence...

"Mom! What's for dinner?" 

And with the intrusion of reality, she reluctantly pressed the "Send" key...



One Of Those Days



It was one of those days. His work truck had a flat tire on the front when he started out that morning.

Then on his first job the pump jammed up. The block was in the first section of hose. It only took him forty minutes with the nine-pound sledge to clear the blockage. The job was a small section of sidewalk and it went fast after that.

Jack found the second job site after getting lost twice. It was in an area of large expensive homes. He got out of the truck and looked the job over. It appeared to be ready for him. He went back to the truck and locked in the hubs on the front wheels. Jack got in and shifted to four- wheel drive and pulled the pump over near the building walls, making sure there was room for the concrete truck to back in behind him.

Jack started unloading the heavy hoses and rolling them out. He walked back to the pump and swung the reducing cone closed and latched it shut. He took a hose clamp and hooked on the first length of 2" hose. He picked up more clamps and joined together four more hoses.

Jack went to the truck and got a shop rag and balled it up. He disconnected the first clamp and crammed the rag in the hose to block it off.

Jack looked around to be sure no one was watching, the tree huggers didn't like what he was going to do. He took a piece of rebar and pushed the rag several feet into the hose. He got a quart of used motor oil from the truck and poured it into the hose. He reconnected the hose to the concrete pump. He checked out the old Mayco pump and then started it up.

It started right up and he let it idle for a few minutes while he strung out the remote control switch on its wire. 

The workers for the contractor showed up and none of them spoke English. Damn, he thought, not another one of those days. Jack found the temporary water outlet and stretched out a water hose and filled the hopper of the pump. He heard the back-up beeper on the concrete truck and went to guide the truck back in place. When the truck was close he had it stop and he released the chute and swung it out behind the truck. He signaled the driver to back up again. Jack stopped him with the chute in the proper place.

The job foreman walked up and asked if Jack was ready, Jack said, "In about five minutes, do you have two or three hose handlers and a switch operator for me. Make sure the guy on the switch talks English. OK!"

Jack started the pump and climbed up the ladder to the tie beam forms carrying the hose over his shoulder. He walked along the edges of the plywood form boards to the end of the wall. He looked down at the men below; three were holding the hose and one had the switch box.

Jack nodded to the switchman and the pump sped up and the hose jerked as the pump pumped the water from the hopper through the hose, lubricating it.

The concrete truck driver started the concrete down the chute as the water neared the bottom of the hopper.

The hose grew heaver as it filled with water. Jack held the end of the hose over the side of the form and let the water shoot down into the dirt along the wall. When the water was replaced by concrete the hose got much heavier and he moved the hose and began filling the forms. He had a hook clamped to the hose and hooked over the form board. As the form filled he backed along the forms and moved the hook behind him to take some of the weight from his shoulders and arms.

The hose tenders below were lagging behind him. He was on the verge of overflowing the forms and it seemed he was dragging the three guys along instead of them helping him. He yelled at them and told them to follow him closer. He looked back behind him and saw he was getting close to the corner of the wall. He looked at the switchman. The guy was talking and laughing with another man. 

Jack yelled at the top of his lungs but the switchman couldn't hear him. He was at the corner of the wall. The forms were full. He unhooked the hook from the tie beam and dropped the hook, the hose and the whole rig inside the house. He walked the beam to the ladder while the hose tenders stared as concrete sprayed over the floor. He walked to the switchman and took the switchbox from the startled man and flipped the switch to idle. He waded through the concrete on the floor and picked up the hose end and threw it out the nearby window. He walked out to the Concrete truck and told the driver he was through. He flipped the switch to PUMP and got the water hose and turned it on. He ran the hose into the hopper when the concrete began getting low. He switched to idle and let the hopper fill up with water.

When the hopper was almost full he switched back to pump. He did that several times until he was sure the hoses were clear of concrete. He ran and checked the end of the hose and saw clear water running out. He switched to Idle again then walked back to the pump and shut the pump off.

The concrete truck driver came over and asked Jack what he was going to do. Jack looked at him, "Charlie, did you see what happened? Those dumb assholes almost dragged me off the tie beam and the switchman was not paying any attention to me at all. I am going home. Maybe they can get someone else to pump for them."

"Yeah, Jack, I could see you had your hands full. I'll call the company and see what they want to do."

Jack uncoupled the hoses and had most of them rolled up and in the truck when the job superintendent pulled up in his pickup truck. He went in the house and came storming back out. "What the fuck do you think you are doing. You can't walk off the job like this."

Jack grinned at him, "Sure I can, just watch me."

"We will sue your ass if you walk off the job and stick as with the mess in there and the rest of the load of concrete."

"Read your contract. Acceptance means you agree to furnish me with trained and experienced helpers. Failure to do so subjects you to absorbing all damages caused by those helpers. You must pay me for my time and incurred expenses. You can't get anyone else to pump for you because you are so damned slow paying your bills. Now I want to go home, my back is killing me because your helpers don't speak English and I had to drag them and the fucking hose, I almost fell a couple of times."

He threw the remaining hose on his truck and drove off. 

Jack was home way early and he walked in the house and back to the master bedroom to shower and clean up. He stopped in the door and watched as some guy fucked the shit out of his wife. He sat in the chair and watched as she screamed in her joy. "God! I love the way you fill me with that big cock. Fuck me harder and faster. I need it so bad. Jack just cant do me like you do lover. His little cock don't fill me up. Cum with me my love, I'll get him to clean me out later, he'll never know the difference if I let him fuck me first. He hasn't noticed anything yet. Oh! I feel you cumming. It feels so damned good, not like the little squirt Jack gives me."

Jack quietly opened the closet door and reached around the corner and pulled out his automatic shotgun. He knew it was loaded with birdshot. He aimed carefully and fired a shot into her closet full of clothes and watched as they flipped around to stare at him. The gun was now pointed straight at them. Their eyes were bugged out. Sue, his wife was trembling, "Please don't kill me. Please." She sobbed. Jack slowly swung the barrel to point at the man. He now recognized him as a neighbor. 

"Are you prepared to meet your maker, not a good way to go if you expect to get into heaven, George. God won't welcome cheaters." 

Sue stared at him. "Sue, get off the bed and run to the linen closet and get two big beach towels. Hurry or I'll blow your lover's cock and balls off." She jumped from the bed and ran down the hall. She was back in a minute.

"Give one towel to lover boy there and keep one for yourself. NOW! Both of you walk down the hall to the front door." He jabbed George in the back with the barrel of the shotgun hard. "Now Sue open the fucking door. Go on out the door."

Sue sobbed, "This towel won't cover all of me."

"Take Georges then 'cause that is all you are taking out of here. Now walk out toward the street and turn left. Don't pay any attention to the people standing out there. They can figure it out pretty quick. Walk toward your house George."

George started to turn around. The blast of the shotgun scared the shit out of him. It ran down his legs. People came out from a number of houses to watch the little procession move down the block. 

George's wife was one of the observers. She stood on the front porch to their house. Jack marched the couple up to the steps. "Here is your cheating husband. If I see him near my property again I will kill him. The bitch with him no longer has a home with me." Jack reached out and grabbed the towels from each of them. He turned and walked away. He heard the door slam behind him. He looked back and saw the nude pair standing in front of the house. He grinned and walked home. It had been one of those days. He needed a beer.



One of Those Days



It was one of those days; I suppose we all have them from time to time. I work as a pharmacist in a pharmacy that stays open twenty four hours a day. I along with a couple of other pharmacists was on the 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. shift.

The weather forecast had predicted the temperature as 40 degrees Celsius but by 10 a.m. it was hovering around 43 degrees outside.

It seemed that half the population had prescriptions to bring in and we were flat out trying to keep up. Everybody seemed to be irritable and impatient, and of course every air conditioner in the city must have been going full belt. That was the cue for our overloaded power grid to start blacking out various areas; the damned government as usual, never looking ahead beyond the next election, so long term infrastructure gets neglected.

Of course our air conditioning went off along with the computer, and in no time the shop was like an oven, and because we kept all our clients' records on the computer we couldn't access them, so more chaos and complaints.

After twenty minutes the power came on again and with it the air conditioning, but not the damned computer. Artie, one of the other pharmacists and a bit of a computer whiz, fiddled with the thing and after about fifteen minutes it decided to rise from the grave. 

The next thing was a prescription written out by some stupid GP. He was either ignorant or hadn't looked up his patient's medication records -- both I suspect -- because he'd written out a prescription for medication that if taken in combination with what his patient was already taking might well have proved fatal.

Of course I had to telephone him about it and got put on hold for ten minutes. When he did come on the line I spelt the situation out to him in as close as I could get to words of one syllable.

You'd have thought he'd be grateful that I saved him from killing his patent, but instead he wanted to start an argument, telling me I didn't know what I was talking about. Actually his arguing seemed to fade out in mid-flight. I think he must have brought up the patient's record on his computer and discovered I was right, but no apology of course.

At 3 p.m. the new shift came on and thankfully I made my way to my car. Of course there was nowhere we could park our cars under shelter, so I got into another oven. I turned the air conditioner on full blast, and by the time I arrived home it was just starting to make its influence felt.

The house was very hot so I turned on the air conditioner. I'd read in some nineteenth century novel that "Animals sweat, gentlemen perspire and ladies are mildly discomforted. Well I was soaked with sweat, perspiring copiously and I was much discomforted.

When I was on the 7 to 3 shift I always had a couple of hours to myself when I arrived home, cadet journalist son Gareth not arriving until nearly six, unless he'd decided to go out somewhere straight from work. 

This was my relaxing time so the first priority was a shower. After that for the first time I put on the very vaporous peignoir I'd bought a couple of days before. I admired myself in the mirror and decided that for forty years of age I looked in good shape; "A pity it all goes to waste," I thought. But there you are, you make certain decisions about your life and have to live with the consequences until you decide otherwise.

Now as part of my relaxation therapy I had to decide between Purple Man in the bedroom or Green Man in the lounge. Green Man was the lucky winner because the lounge was always the first area to get cool. 

I went into the lounge and crossing over to the roll top desk -- a nice antique piece of furniture actually -- and unlocked it. I then unlocked a drawer to which only I had the key and pulled it out. Behind it was a recess, and that's where Green Man lived. 

Taking out Green Man I went over to the divan and opening the front of my peignoir I lay down, getting myself comfortable with a cushion under my head, I set about my daily relaxation exercise. 

Having it in the afternoon is a luxury that only the 7 to 3 shift allows me. I like it in the afternoon, but with the other shifts I had to fit it in as opportunity presented itself.

Yes I was going to enjoy this. No need to rush it, just take it nice and slowly, let it build up to a really big one and then let it slowly fade away.

I put one hand under a breast and gently stroked it. I always like to start that way. Then I began to run Green Man's head over the outer lips of my genitals; "Mmm lovely." A pity Green Man can't enjoy it as much as I do.

Just touch my clitoris with the tip of Green Man; "Yow... not too much Janet, let it build up. Turn on the vibrator control to the lowest setting and run Green Man over my inner lips." The temptation is to slide Green Man into my vagina... but not yet. 

"Slowly Janet slowly... touch your clitoris again and gently press your nipple."

"Ah... ow... oh... uh... uh... oh... oh... stop or you'll make yourself come."

"Slip Green man into your vagina now Janet, feel him creeping into you, turn up the vibrator control... oh God... oh... I'm so wet... wet... oh... clitoris... clitoris again... oh... ow its agony... stop... stop... I cant stop, turn up vibrator to full power... I'm going to come... come... to... "

"Mum, I'm home."

"Dear God, Gareth! What's he doing coming home at this time? Quick cover up; Green man, too late to put him back in his home, behind me, hide him... sit up... "

Gareth enters all smiles. I'm trembling but try to hide it.

Gareth stops short looking at me.

"Hey, mum, I've never seen you wearing that before."

"I... I... I bought it the other day... first time... er... first time I've worn it."

"You're a dangerous woman mum; you look really sexy; I could even forget you're my mother."

I wanted to say that he shouldn't say things like that to me, but I was in a hell of a state. You ladies will appreciate how I felt; it's awful when you're on the verge of an orgasm and you get hung up. 

Gareth was staring at me and I knew why. The rush job of covering up hadn't quite covered enough. I'm sure he couldn't see my genitals but he must have come close, and my breasts were only partially covered.

He'd stared at me at other times but I'd never before given him quite so much to stare at. I could see that my exposure was having an effect on him as witness a growing lump in the region of his groin. I'd seen that happen before as well, but never when I was caught by him on the edge of what promised to be a mighty orgasm.

His gaze changed from salacious to concern as he said, "Are you okay mum, you look tense and your face is flushed?"

"Tense"? My God that was an understatement.

I had to defuse the situation so instead of replying I asked, "How come you're home so early?"

His expression changed to one of smugness. "They let me loose on my first real assignment today. Old Arnold Townsend was supposed to do it but he got sick, so they sent me to do the interview -- a clergyman who says God doesn't exist. They said I could write the interview up at home, so here I am."

"Ah... well, as you're home I'll make us a cup of tea." 

I rose but had only gone a couple of paces when Gareth said, "Hey, what's that thing?"

Even as I turned I knew what "that thing" was. Green Man; in the mental, physical and emotional confusion I'd been experiencing I'd forgotten about him. 

Gareth picked him up and was weighing him in his hand. "It's all sticky," he said, "What's it used for?"

I could hardly say that it was a pudding mixture stirrer so I raked around for a quick answer.

"It... it's... er... it's what I use for relaxation therapy," I said, and it wasn't really untruthful.

"Relaxation therapy; a length of green plastic; what's that got to do with relaxation?" he laughed.

"Well... well... that's what it's for."

"Show me; show me how you use it to relax yourself."

"No, it's private."

He looked at it more closely and said, "Do you know what it looks like, it looks like... hey, it buzzes and it's trembling."

He'd fiddled with the vibration control.

I tried to snatch Green Man from him but he pulled it away from me.

"It looks like a penis," he chuckled. 

By that stage I was close to hysteria and yelled out, "That's what it's supposed to look like."

He looked at me questioningly. "It's... it's one of those things... what are they called... that women use to...?"

"Dildo... a dildo... " I said wearily.

"You mean you... you use this to...?"

As I've said, it had been one of those days, and this was the last straw. I don't often cry but now the tears came.

Gareth came to me, put his arm round me and said, "Come on mum, sit down."

He took me back to the divan and sat beside me, his arm still round me.

"It's okay mum, I have to do a similar thing except I don't need a gadget to do it with."

"Gareth," I wept, "I have to have something. I've made sure you didn't have to put up with a stepfather or 'uncles.' You probably think I'm a neuter, but I'm not, I've got feelings and that's how I cope with them."

He kissed me on the forehead and said, "I never thought you were neuter mum and I've often wondered why you never took on a man. You did it for me."

"Yes and no," I said. "I did it for you, but I did it for me as well."

"For you?"

"Do you know where your father is?"

"No."

"Have you ever seen him?"

"No."

"Have you ever heard from him?"

"No."

"Neither have I, so is it any wonder I don't have anything to do with men?"

"You mean he hurt you so badly."

"You've got it."

"But not all men are... "

"Perhaps not, but why take the risk; now give me Green Man."

"Green man? Oh yes, I see."

I decided not to tell him about Purple Man who lived in my bedside cabinet, Gareth had seen and heard enough already, or so I thought.

He handed me Green Man saying, "How do you use it?" He chuckled and went on, "I suppose if I'd come in a bit quicker I'd have seen."

"Don't be so nasty Gareth," I said. "You wouldn't like me to see you masturbating, would you?"

He seemed to consider this for a few moments and then said, "I wouldn't mind if you really wanted to see what I do, but you probably know that anyway."

"Yes, I suppose I do," I sighed.

"But using that thing... er... Green Man is a bit different."

"Is it?" I replied; then thinking about the relative complication of female genitals compared to the male I added, "Yes, I suppose it is a bit different."

"Show me," he said bluntly. 

"What!"

"Let me see how you use it."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'd be too... too embarrassed."

"All right, let's make it mutual."

"What do you mean?"

"If you show me how you use Green Man I'll show you how I masturbate."

"But I told you, I know how you... "

"Yes, but if we do it together you won't need to feel embarrassed. Look, I'm not embarrassed."

With that he took off his shoes, removed his trousers and underpants and there it was, not an eight inch length of plastic, but the real thing. Actually he looked slightly ridiculous in his socks and shirt, but let that pass.

He started to stroke his penis and feeling encouraged I lay back and starting to fondle one of my breasts, I applied Green Man. 

It as true, in theory I knew how a man masturbated, but watching a practical demonstration was alluring; the foreskin drawn back and forth over the head of the penis, and the shiny droplets of clear sticky fluid that oozed from the little slit at the tip of the head, and the gasps of pleasure. 

I think looking at each other inspired an the ever more intense stimulation of our genitals and then suddenly Gareth removed my hand from Green Man and took over the manipulation, driving the length of plastic deep into me. 

I responded by taking over the manipulation of his penis.

I knew what was going to happen but felt helpless to stop it.

Green Man was drawn out of me and dropped; Gareth was between my wide open legs and his penis probing for entrance to my vagina. I knew I should have stopped him, but I had neither will nor desire to do so.

Then he was in me, not some piece of impersonal plastic, but warm, seeking man flesh that seemed to pulsate with love; and what was more the man was not inarticulate like Green Man, who could only buzz.

"Mum... mum... I love you... I want you... "

And I could respond knowing I would be heard; "Darling yes... yes... I need you... put it in me... deep... deeper... "

We had both been on the brink and in seconds we were both coming.

He cried out, "Oh mum... mum... " and I felt his sperm being driven into me.

Consequences meant nothing; only the moment of love made physical mattered.

"Oh my love... my love... my darling... oh my God... oh... uh... ah... ah-ha... ooowaaa... "

His penis was slackening in me. "Don't leave me... don't leave me yet darling... "

"I could stay like this with you for ever, mother."

Such was my euphoria I could almost believe him in that moment. To be united with him for ever, one flesh; that would be heaven on earth.

The ecstatic moment faded but not the love. 

Gareth with his penis still in my vagina looked down at me as I stroked his face and hair. His hands fondled my breasts as he murmured, "They're so beautiful... so beautiful."

In our post-coital relaxation -- a relaxation such as neither Green Man nor Purple Man had ever given me -- we were still reluctant to separate; what's more neither Green Man nor Purple Man had ever told me I had beautiful breasts.

Of course the moment came to separate. "Darling, we're both very sweaty and you've put an awful lot of sperm into me, we need a shower."

He sighed, "I suppose so; can I shower with you?"

I laughed and said, "How else?"

Damn it, it was he who had broken the long drought that had been my chastity, he had taken but I had given, and given willingly, but now he was mine as he had never been before. He had broken the drought and he must pay the price of the ensuing flood.

In the shower he carefully washed his sperm out of my vagina as I washed his penis. 

"I want you again, I want you and I want you now, do it to me again," I commanded.

He pressed my back against the shower wall and putting his hands under my buttocks he lifted me up. I was then lowered on to his erect penis. My feet did not touch the floor so he had to do all the work, raising and lowering me on to his length.

Another few moments of screaming, weeping ecstasy, and then more vagina and penis cleansing.

I have heard of women whom their man treats as a sex slave, but never a man who was a woman's sex slave, that is, until Gareth and I became lovers.

I suppose in a sense Green Man and Purple Man had been my sex slaves, but they had no tongues to lick my genitals or explore my mouth, no lips to kiss or to enfold my nipples, and there never seemed any point in sucking a piece of plastic, whether green or purple.

All that changed with Gareth as I experienced the fullness of physical love.

From being "One of those days" it had become an extraordinary day, a day which laid down the pattern for the days that followed.

The consequences, well, when for years you have stuck to a decision, "No more men," and therefore no contraceptive pill, and then one comes along and, as it were, takes you by storm, what can you expect?

As for Green Man and Purple Man, for a while I was tempted to consign them to the rubbish bin, but in the light of their long and loyal service I relented, and they still reside in their old homes. I must confess I do take them out occasionally and for old time's sake let them play with me for a while, but it all means nothing now.

For those of sentimental inclination, you might like to know that the baby is due in about five weeks.



One of those Days



First the weather, then the traffic and finally the hassle at the airport. The weather snarled the traffic making me late to the airport. Then the process of being allowed to board the flight, the long line to get through the TSA screening, finally, the long walk to the gate all contributed to my being stuck in the middle seat. On the aisle was, to be kind, and overweight man who could not help but take a portion of my seat as he sprawled into his. His apology didn't ease my discomfort at being crammed in for the two-hour flight. On the window, thank the gods, was a slender but tall woman. Unfortunately she had her I-Pod fixed in her ears and remained oblivious to the situation.

So here I was for the next two plus hours, cramped between the fat guy and the frumpy quite woman. I will admit, perhaps because of the discomfort of the fat guy that I spent some time stealthily examining the woman during the long flight. She was tall and slender, her hair was pulled back tight and with the glasses she looked like an accountant or librarian. Judging by the clothes she wore she could have even been a nun. So I sat in my discomfort drinking the weak airline coffee and wonder how screwed up my day would be. I had meetings planned all day and with the way the day had started I could only envision running from one late appointment to the next.

If I could predict the lottery or the weather as well as I foresaw that day I'd be a very rich man. As it is I am a middle-aged man trying hard to keep up with not only the Jones, but with everyone else for that matter. As it was the word retirement the same to me as death. The collapse of my IRA's meant I would be working until I physically couldn't. So I rushed to meetings, barely caught flights and beat the bushes for clients. 

By the end of the day I was exhausted I had to drag my suitcase into the motel to check in. At least my reservation was intact and I plucked the keycard from the clerk I headed for the elevators, looking forward to collapsing on the bed in room 450. Of course the elevator was down for service so I trudged up the stairs, dragging my suitcase by one hand and holding on to my laptop in the other. Of course room 450 was at the opposite end of the hall. Sliding the key into the door and pushing it open I stepped into the room only to crash into a towel clad women emerging from the bathroom. 

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

I shut my eyes immediately and held out my keycard and envelope showing the room number.

"Jesus, lady I had no idea. I just checked in and this is where they sent me."

"You're kidding. I think I'll call the desk and then the police!"

"Hey lady, call the desk, please. Have them send up the correct room and key, I'm exhausted and the thought of going back down the staircase with my bags then coming back up is just too much for this old man. I'll just sit in the hall and wait." With my eyes closed I backed out of the room and sat down in the corridor to wait. Jesus what a fuck up this had been. After a few minutes the door to 450 opened and the woman, now dressed, stepped out and said.

"OK the desk admitted their error, so I guess I should apologize and at least let you come in and sit in a chair till they get here."

"It's not your place to apologize Miss, and if I get to a chair you might not be able to move me out of it."

She laughed and in that laugh I realized it was the woman from the plane. With her hair all wet and now dressed in a skirt and blouse she looked totally different. I began to wish I was much, much younger and that I wasn't so tired.

"Didn't I sit next to you on the flight in this morning?"

She looked at me closely then laughed and said.

"You're the guy the fat guy was sitting on!"

I had top laugh too as I struggled back to my feet and held out my hand.

"I'm Kevin nice to meet you!"

"I'm Katrina, now come on in and wait for the clerk to send up your key. I told him you'd be waiting in here anyway."

So I went in and sat in the chair while Katrina busied herself around the room. We spoke a bit here and there and I learned she was here on business and spent her day much as I had hurrying from one meeting to another. She told me she had been listening to notes she'd made about her potential clients on her I-Pod. She also admitted that she had been assigned to the middle seat and because I'd showed up so late she took the window and felt bad about me getting stuck next to the fat guy. 

I said, "It's not always how our days begin, but how they end that matters. I had some success today and now a story to tell. So all in all, now that I have a soft seat I feel pretty good about the day."

"Well, since I stole your seat on the plane, the least I can do is buy you dinner. Once you've had a chance to relax a bit and get cleaned up from the day, meet me in the lounge downstairs."

"Normally, I'd crawl into my room and crash but I am hungry and a drink sounds too good, but let me buy."

"If you're going to join me then give up this whole guy thing and accept my invitation!" She said that seriously and I could only nod.

"Ok, you win Katrina. Give me an hour after I finally get a room."

Just then the clerk knocked and after apologizing over and over for the room mix up handed me the keys to 444 across the hall. I thanked Katrina for her kindness and said I'd see her in an hour then made the clerk open my room and check for other guests. There were none and I settled in the room before taking a long hot shower. I felt great and revived but still wanting that drink. So I dressed and went to the lounge. I was early but Katrina was already there with two Martini's on the table, one in front of her and the other in front of the empty seat across from her. 

"I decided you would be here sooner and that if I hadn't already bought the drinks you would try my patience with more of the guy stuff."

I smiled and said.

"Yes, Miss! May I sit?"

She smiled at me and nodded. I sat down and lifted my glass and said.

"Here's to screw ups, may they always tune out this nice."

We both drank to that and spent the next hour or so consuming that drink and one more. I took the time to look closely at her and liked what I saw. She was much younger then I, probably still in her twenties and she filled out her skirt and blouse very nicely. What I could not tell on the plane and even when I saw her in the towel amazed me. Her hair, down and brushed now was a dark brunette and shone in the soft light of the lounge. Her face bore some Asian features but it had to have been generations ago. Lost in my examination I barely heard Katrina say.

"Let's go Kevin it's time we eat."

Not waiting for my answer Katrina stood and walked towards the lounge door. I gulped the remainder of my Martini and followed her out of the hotel and into a cab staring at her ass swinging to and fro as she walked in her heels. She gave the driver the address and settled back into the seat. She didn't speak at all during the ride until we arrived at the restaurant.

"I hope you like your steaks Kevin. This is one of the best steak house I've ever been to."

"Love steak, I can't wait to sink my teeth into one. I hadn't realized how hungry I was."

Dinner was great, we'd shared a bottle of Cabernet with our steaks and baked potatoes and then after some delicious cheesecake Katrina ordered us both an after dinner drink. 

"I want you to know Kevin that I expect you to show me to my door like a proper gentleman when we return."

"Of course Miss!"

I said into her smiling face. True to her word she paid the bill and I stayed quiet not wanting to incur her wrath. She then grabbed my hand and pulled me from my chair leading my outside and into another cab. She gave the driver out motel address and once again settled into her seat without a word. The only difference in the ride back was that she kept a hold of my hand. Her gesture reminded me of my youth and how excited I would be on a date, especially when on the way home a girl held my hand. I tried to shake those thoughts from my mind and remind myself that this was not a date but my body was still reacting to her and her touch. I noticed for the first time her scent and found myself becoming addicted to the smell of her perfume. 

Back at our motel she continued to hold my hand as we entered the now working elevator and rode in silence to the fourth floor. At her door she handed me her keycard saying.

"This time you have my permission to open my door."

She smiled at me as she said that and I opened her door then stepped back to allow her to enter. As I was about to say good night she reached out and grabbed my hand, dragging me into her room. 

"Sit down Kevin."

Her words sounded like an order but not wanting to spoil what had been a great evening I sat.

She stood right in front of me her knees were inches from mine as I sat in the chair.

"Kevin, are you ready to pay for your error earlier?"

"What error Katrina?"

"For walking into my room and spying on me while I was naked!"

"But Katrina, you know it wasn't my fault, and you weren't naked either."

"Kevin I believe in being fair. You did come in my room and save that flimsy towel you did see me naked. Are you saying I am a liar?"

"No, heavens no Katrina. I'm just saying it wasn't really my fault."

"Well Kevin, the way I see it you slid in the key and opened the door. You stood their gaping at me before you claim to have closed your eyes. Is any of this a lie?"

"No, but..."

"So now it's my turn. I want to see you naked."

"Me, naked. Good lord Katrina I'm nothing to look at. Compared to you..."

"See you did look at me."

She continued to harass me to strip for her and was becoming more and more adamant that I do so. Finally I gave in and said," Well you asked for it, don't complain."

She stood back and allowed me to strip. 

With just my boxers on I looked to see if she was satisfied and she motioned with her hand to finish. Pulling my boxers off my cock sprung up to attention. I moved my hands in front of it trying to hide it from her.

"Hands at your sides and let me see that cock of yours, Kevin!"

Obeying her came easier naked. Something about the act of being the naked one I suppose. 

"Turn around and let me see your ass."

I did as asked trying to be as compliant as I could and beginning to hope that this might all lead to a mutual situation. My cock was getting harder by the moment and as I stood with my back to her she said.

"Put your hands behind your back and bend over."

Quick with my compliance I did as I was ordered and bent over. She walked up behind me and grabbed my hands and quicker then I could react she handcuffed my hands behind me.

"Hey whats..."

"Shut up Kevin. You've been nice and complaint all night and I demand that you continue to obey me."

As I stood to turn around, she slapped my ass with her hand, then again as I stopped shocked at what she had done.

"You are not to do anything unless I command it. If you continue to disobey me I will punish you Kevin."

Stunned by her words and wondering what I'd gotten into I stood mute as the sting of her hands on my ass faded. I looked down and saw that my cock was as big and hard as it used to be when I was younger. I half wondered if my cock was controlling me as much if not more than Katrina. I stood and waited while she rooted through her suitcase. She found what she was looking for and came back to where I stood. She held a small whip in front of her and I cringed.

"Behave and obey me slave and you will enjoy this evening. Be petulant and disagreeable and you will feel the sting. Am I clear?'

"Yes, Katrina."

The quick flick of her wrist belied the pain associated with the contact made by her whip on my ass.

"You shall call me Mistress."

"Yes Mistress."

As I said those words my cock jumped and I was confused. The pain in my ass was significant and I was not looking forward to more. Yes I was ready to comply with this striking woman. She then sat in the chair I had occupied earlier.

"Come kneel at my feet, slave."

I got to my knees, glad I had at least kept in some sort of shape over the years. At least my belly hadn't yet begun to sag and my knees were still working well. Kneeling now I looked up to see her smiling. Suddenly her wrist flicked again and my ass screamed.

"Do not look upon your Mistress without her blessing."

I bent my head and stared at the carpet supporting her high-heeled feet. Memories of stories I'd read flooded my brain, stories I never thought I'd experience but whose contents always got me off, spewing my cum in my hands or on the floor. I could see my cock pulsing between my legs and I had a strong desire to grab it and stroke it but I kept still.

"Slave you may adore my feet. If you perform well Mistress may treat you to more."

Having no hands to use I bent forward and licked at her shoes first before attempting to remove them and get to her feet. I must have done something right because after a few minutes of kissing and licking her shoes she slipped them off and offered me her stocking clad foot. I was lost in this endeavor and did my best to adore her foot as commanded all the while expecting to feel the sting of her whip if I messed up. I became so involved with her toes and instep that I felt like I was making love to her foot. I put everything I could into it and was surprised when I heard.

"You may now adore my legs, slave."

Even though she accompanied her words with a quick lash to each of my ass cheeks I kissed and licked, sucked and nibbled at her calves and shins, going form one leg to the other. My cock was threatening to explode and I feared Mistress' reaction so I tried to remain focused on her legs and ignore my cock. I could feel pre cum dripping profusely from my cock as I applied myself to Mistress' legs. When she allowed her legs to part I moved up to her thighs. I could hear her breathing become more and more erratic and the tension holding her thighs together slipped until her hips were splayed wide open. I snuck a quick peek up her thighs and saw she had not any panties on. Her pussy was wet and open and I so wanted to move to that place, taste her and suck her juices.

I gather she caught my movement because her whip met my ass again and again until I begged her to stop. She continued after my pleas but did stop and said.

"You may eat my pussy slave, but I warn you, you had better not displease me."

Slowly I moved my mouth to her pussy and softly touched her with my tongue. I lightly outlined her opening then pushed my tongue against her clit before going back and licking her open pussy. I found that her taste was like nectar from the gods and soon I was devouring her emissions as if I had finally found a water hole after days in the desert. Her moans and the gyrations of her hips and legs let me know that I was finding the right button to push and when she reached over and grabbed my head, pulling it hard into her cunt as her hips pumped into my face I knew I'd pleased her.

She rocked her hips into my face as her cunt gushed into my mouth. I swallowed mouthful and mouthful of her nectar keeping my face planted in her pussy as she rode her orgasm. Lost in my own delight it took me a few minutes to realize my cock was on the verge of exploding and I said.

"I'm going to cum."

Still in the throes of her orgasm Mistress managed to move her wrist and attacked my ass with her whip.

"Slave will not cum. Mistress does not allow it."

I fought my urge to release and found the pain from Mistress' whip helped me control my urges. When she finally stopped the only feeling I had beyond the pain in my ass was the ache in my cock. I needed a release, soon!

"Thank you slave, your Mistress enjoyed her orgasm. You did ok for a beginner, but we will work with you. Now my slave do you need a fuck? Do you need to cum?"

"Yes, please Mistress."

"Go to the bed slave and lay down on your belly. Mistress will take care of you."

I obeyed and waited. When I felt Mistress standing behind me I turned to look at her, incurring her wrath and receiving yet more stings from her whip. 

"Slaves do not look upon their Mistress without permission."

The stings to my ass did not affect me at all. I was too afraid of what I had seen. Mistress was wearing a strap on cock and nothing else, the beauty of her naked body, her tits and erect nipples filled my mind but I knew what she intended and I buried my head in the mattress unable to stop her, not sure if I wanted to stop her. I felt severe pressure on my asshole before it that was replaced by a building pain as she eased her greased cock into my ass.

"Pull your knees up slave."

I did and was now pointing my ass in the air as Mistress filled it with her cock. She reached around me and grabbed my throbbing cock and said.

"Oh so hard and hot, I see my slave enjoys having Mistress fill his ass. You may cum when you must slave."

She had pushed the entire cock into my ass and let me adjust to it before she began to fuck me with it. By the third thrust my cock erupted and I shot my seed all over the bedcover. She did not stop but continued to plow my ass and my cock stayed hard and my own need still grew. When she finally pulled out she instructed me to roll over.

"I'm going to ride your cock now slave. Don't even think of cumming in my clean pussy."

She sat astride me and lowered her beautiful cunt onto my aching cock. Her pussy was so hot and it engulfed my cock completely. I could feel her clinching her pussy around me as she rode me. I had just cum a few minutes ago but the intense warmth of her pussy and gazing at her round perfect tits had me struggling to hold back my orgasm. Each time she descended on my cock she pushed my sore ass into the bed. The conflicting pleasure of her cunt on my cock and the pain in my recently fucked ass helped me keep from cumming. 

With her tits jiggling above me, and her pussy clasping my hard and ready cock I could feel her body when she came. Her wild thrashing and rapid humping got me very close to the edge and I hoped and prayed my cock would not spew. Holding my breath and thinking of anything but her beautiful body wasn't enough and I shot load after load of cum in her quivering pussy.

"Oh Slave, that was not obeying your Mistress."

She sat still, my spent cock still trapped in her clenched pussy. She started to rub her clit on my pelvic bone then she said.

"Well slave, I will have to punish you now for your failure. But first I think you need to clean out my pussy."

She slipped off my cock and sat above me face.

"Open up slave."

I did as commanded then watched as she used those same pussy muscles to push gobs of my cum out of her hole. 

"Now lick it up slave."

She squatted down further bringing her pussy to my open lips and I felt the first globs of my emission fill my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow and the mix of her juice did not cover the taste of my own. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought but I knew I would work harder if there were a next time to not have to do this.

Afterwards as I was returning to my room Katrina handed me her business card.

"You will call me tomorrow and beg me to see you. If not you will never see me again. Good night slave."

She kissed me on my forehead and pushed me out the door. Later in my own bed, reliving the night I debated about the call. I knew she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever been with and that I came more often in one hour then I had in months. Sleep overtook me but I awoke in panic early the next morning and grabbed my phone. I was dialing Mistress' number before I came fully awake. When she answered I hurriedly said.

"Please be my Mistress. I need to see you again."




One of those Days



"I will call you when I am ready for you slave. Be ready for my call."