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Short

By: WFEATHER



There's just something about men who are old enough to be my father. Maybe it's their extra generation's worth of life experiences. Maybe it's that they've almost certainly been through a number of failed relationships and have finally figured out how to treat a woman. Maybe it's that they've essentially settled down and no longer really play the field so they're more likely to be faithful and true and truly cherish the woman they love. Or maybe it's that they just like feeling young by taking a young woman like me -- someone who's barely more than a girl -- and showing her off to the world... 

I read her online profile one last time. I really had no need to read it, given that I practically knew it by heart. 

Roughly six weeks had passed since I had first seen her profile on a dating Web site. What had initially prompted me to reach out to her was her age: twenty years old, roughly the same age as most of my students when I was teaching. Having taught at the university for seven years, I had been surrounded by young women in their late teens and early- to mid-twenties, and although I was nearly to the top of the hill, the students, and especially the young female students, had helped me to keep feeling young. 

What I'm really looking for is an older man who is easily capable of both lavishing me with romance and pounding me like a cheap whore. Someone who'll literally show me the ropes and use them on me as well. Someone who enjoys the finer things in life but also finds a deep pleasure in a simple walk along a lake. Someone who's more than willing to tap into the relative inexperience within me and help me to grow into the woman he desires, the woman who willingly gives her heart and her body and her mind to him for his pleasure... 

The six weeks of Web site messages, e-mails, IMs, blog entries, and traded photos had all come down to this: a single meeting. 

I finally rose from the desk, looking at her profile picture one final time. Her face was both youthful and mature, her extensive travels across the country and throughout much of Europe having given her an incredible perspective on the world for someone her age. The dirty blonde hair served to highlight the rosy eyes created by the colored contacts, and her eyes pierced the camera in ways one likely would not have anticipated. In the picture, she was smiling, a coy smile hinting at having done something naughty, or perhaps thinking wicked thoughts, or anticipating something deliciously forbidden. The earrings she wore were dangling silhouettes of the traditional "mud flap girl," which certainly created a particular image of her in my mind even though I knew from six weeks of contacts what she was really like. 

At last, I made my way downstairs, settling into the recliner with a book, awaiting her. 

Not two minutes later, the doorbell rang. The moment of truth was at hand. 

She was stunning. The dress she wore was simple, in a light shade of violet with low heels to match. A thin silver chain encircled her neck, the front of the chain barely reaching her collarbone. Instead of the "mud flap girl" earrings, she wore simple small crystals, one in each ear. 

Most importantly, upon her face she wore a pleased smile. 

She liked what she saw, and that was quite significant. 

*****

"You really got all this from being a professor?" she asked, amazed after the tour of the house. 

I shrugged. "Much of it actually is from a nice inheritance, or rather two inheritances both received at about the same time. But the writings I'd done as a grad student and especially as a professor have gained me enough notoriety that I can continue to write and be a paid talking head on television and maintain myself fairly nicely. In a worst-case scenario, I can go back to teaching. Right now, I'd rather not, though, because I like the freedom of how to spend my time now. I like being able to write all day if I feel like it, although I obviously can't predict when news will break and requires that I suddenly rush to the local TV station to join whoever's anchoring via satellite or at least join the TV coverage via cell phone. Plus I've got some decent investments which seem to be doing well despite the economy, so I have a safety net if needed." 

"But most importantly, you have time." 

"That I do," I admitted as we returned to the living room and sat together on the sofa. "I'm glad I do, because now I can really truly think about finding someone and being able to give her adequate time like she deserves." 

She smiled again. In that moment of hesitation, we looked into each other's eyes, each of us assessing the other, making one more judgment, one final appraisal, one last instance in which to weigh the pros and cons. 

Then, we kissed. 

It did not take long for a hand to gravitate to her chest. Murmuring into my mouth, I felt her yield. Her caresses softened, and as my kisses began to trail away from her strawberry-flavored lips, she lifted her head to give me better access to her neck while arching her back to press more of a breast into my hand. 

From there, our relationship was sealed. Even before we went out for our first meal together, I fed her my desire, and she ingested it all with relish. Only afterward, as she tucked my manhood back into my slacks, did we finally use each other's names: 

"You taste wonderful, Kevin." 

"And you performed wonderfully as well, Gina." 

*****

There was talk. There was plenty of talk. 

I heard the whispers as I meandered a bookstore. "He's dating that cheerleader." "What? A professor dating a student?" "He's no longer teaching, but still, that's creepy!" "You bet!" 

I heard the whispers as I sat at my favorite coffee shop a block from the main entrance to the university. "Isn't he that former professor dating a cheerleader?" "Yeah, I think you're right." 

I heard the whispers in line at the grocery store. "He's that talking head on MSNBC -- Kevin something -- who's dating a cheerleader." "Huh? Why would someone that old date someone so young?" "Remember John and Cindy McCain. There's like some twenty years between them." 

The age difference did not mean much to me, and I could handle the comments behind my back, but what concerned me was how Gina might be affected. Initially, I kept those concerns to myself, making love to her as if I was once again a twenty-year-old stallion, showing her off at restaurants and museums and a local amusement park. But I soon realized that I had to address the situation with her. 

"I know," Gina admitted as we lay on my bed in the darkness. "I know what others are saying and thinking. I hear it somewhat often. You know how us young students can be." I actually heard a hint of a sad laugh in her voice. "I've also been wondering just how well and how long I could put up with all this, and I see really two solutions: Deal with it, which'll make the next two years here difficult, or transfer elsewhere, hopefully with you." 

"What does your gut tell you?" I asked quietly, almost positive that I already knew the answer. 

She hesitated, then she sighed. "My gut says to leave. Alone." 

I nodded in understanding. 

At the end of the quarter, the night before Gina left the city, I bedded her one final time. It was not about fucking or making love. It was about saying goodbye, heart to heart. There were tears in her eyes as we undressed each other, and those tears continued to trickle down her cheeks as she attempted to swallow me whole. She sobbed softly as I sampled her nectar one final time, and we both cried openly as she impaled herself upon me, slowly rocking back and forth as we held each other close. Even Gina's orgasmic cry carried a great measure of sadness and grief, and I likely sounded the same as my passion rose into her for the ultimate time. 

We now write and call and trade instant messages. While it is just not the same, it is as close as we can come now to expressing how we feel, but if anything good has come of this, it is that our short relationship has inspired a new book. 

Short and Not So Sweet



Short and not so sweet.

This one's all about me.

I pull into the garage and see your car is here. Has she forgotten her phone again I wonder?

I walk into the hall and you are at the top of the stairs.

Oh Boy.

The Black platforms, your tight black skirt and tight satin top. Your hair is up in a high ponytail and you are wearing your black rimmed reading glasses with dark Lipstick. You look like a ferocious librarian.

Hands on hips, legs apart -- pushing against the fabric of the skirt, a stern look on your face and in your hand a length of shiny pick cord.

Take off your clothes.

My cock is already hard as I wrestle off my clothes and throw them aside. I stand in the hall naked cock pointing straight out.

....Come here

I walk forward

Hands.

I lift up my arms and standing in fount of me you bind my hands together. Pulling the pink cord tight it cuts into my skin. You pull on the rope and lead me toward the bed room. I watch your legs and butt flick side to side atop those great shoes. I could cum right there and then.

You pull me past you and again smack me hard on the butt propelling me into the room.

With The smack a shock goes through me like a spark and my heart is racing. On the bed is...

The little back butt plug

Lube

And .... a new clear butt plug, bigger than other one by quite a bit.

You walk over to it and pick it up.

The post arrived just after you left and this was amongst it all.

Oh.. Yeah I ordered it the other day. It was on special only $29.95 plus postage. I was going to show it to you when it arrived.

I thought we were on a budget?

Yeah I know... but I was horny.

Well you will have to be punished for blowing the budget wont you?

Yes ... I guess so - I manage with a weak smile.

Right.

You pick up the lube and the small butt plug.

On the bed. Hands a knees Money Bags.

I obey and with my arse high in the air you smack me again. Then again. Then again. Then again. The skin on my butt is going bright pink and it is feeling hot, prickly and tender.

You smack me 5 or 6 times more.

You quickly poor a big glob of lube on my arse and rub it around. It is so slimy and sticky the sensation is just wild. Your hands roam all over down to my balls and cock covering it all in a liberal coating of clear slimy lubricant. You grab my cock and while you squeeze it roughly you smack me a couple more times. The wetness from the lube making it hurt a bit more. You say...

It's hurting my hand.

All I can do is groan in response.

You push the bulb of the soft black plug into my bum and it pops inside with ease. My god it feels so good. Four minutes ago I was driving along thinking about my work for the day and here I am arse in the air being fucked. You smack me lightly right on the end of the butt plug and the sensation goes right through me to the tip of my cock. Grabbing the little handle you slowly pump it in and out, stretching my butt hole. I relax and open up a little. But then you walk away and I look under my arm and watch as you grab your jandel from the wardrobe. You walk back toward me with a smile.

Smack the black jandel comes down on my bum. It really hurts but for no more than a split second then the tingling heat ripples right through me. I groan with pleasure.

A few more smacks and I am breathing hard now. It is becoming nearly unbearable.

OK?

Yes.

Smack again this time right on the end of the butt plug sending the shock right up through me and I yelp. You reach out and tug on the little black plug. It pops out of my butt and toss it on to the bed. You then reach out and pick up the new butt plug, the unauthorised purchase!

Did you want me to fuck you with this?

Yes please.

Fine. You asked for it.

You squeeze another glob of lube on the clear jelly plug.

Tell me if it hurts.

Sure.

I can feel it against me and you run it up and down over the entrance a couple of times then you push. Slow but steady. It stretches me open, wider and wider and then finally pops into position. I feel so full my cock is hard and taught. My dick is pulsing visibly, my heart racing as I breathe hard and fast.

You tap quickly on the end of the butt plug a few times making me twitch and convulse.

You kneel on the bed beside me and reach between my legs, grab my cock and begin to rhythmically jerk me off. Hard, long even strokes. Every now and then you smack me again on my burning cheeks. And I am groaning loudly.

You reach down and take off one of your shoes and place it underneath me.

Cum on that.... Now!

I cum hard and loud, squirting white onto the shiny black leather of your heels. You run your hand down my cock in one direction in repeated strokes. I am so sensitive it almost hurts but you don't stop and I twitch and convulse. At the same time you land a couple more hits on my bright red butt.

After squeezing the last drops from my cock then head to the bathroom to wash your hands. I collapse onto the bed and stare at the shoes, a trail of cum sliding down the mirrored side. You return and untie my hands and walk to the wardrobe, change your shoes and throw you glasses aside.

I want those shoes clean tonight.

I pant as nod my head. You grab your bag and head to the door.

Ok Mr Selfish , I am going to buy myself something now!

Then you walk from the room, get in your car and are gone.



Short and Sweet



She sat at the table.

She had entered, scanning the patio, looking not only for a vaguely familiar face, but for where she should sit if she did not find him. And, secretly, she also looked for exits, though this thought she kept quiet even from herself. She didn't see him.

She reminded herself to stand tall, imagined a thread from the top of her head pulling her spine straight as she stood in her 3 inch heels. She was normally a creature of comfort, and she preferred to stand in the back and observe her usual uniform of jeans and a sweater. It suited her fine. But he liked shoes that gave her height, he said. He liked the ones that wrapped around her ankles. He liked skirts above the knee. He liked stockings and garter belts. There had been no question, then.... She would wear them. But she felt far too noticeable, as tastefully dressed as she might appear, she felt where the silk ended on her upper thigh (and the straps holding them) running up the front and back of her legs. They were constant, and her thoughts were always directed to that very place.... Her upper thighs, and the spot between them. 

Her hair was down and swept gracefully from her face. Her blouse was tailored close to her body, and displayed only the very inside of her cleavage. This fact alone made her feel watched, though no one was truly watching. A furtive glance now and again, perhaps: the businessman looking up from his laptop, or the elder gentleman stealing a glance from across his coffee and newspaper. She looked comfortable to others. Inside her, though, was a maelstrom, and she feared it would overwhelm her.  

They had been speaking for over a month, and in that time she found herself surrendering to him in more ways than she could count. Seeing him in person, though, was different. She feared meeting someone who knew so much about her that she kept hidden from the rest of the world, and of meeting someone who even had the vaguest clue about her vulnerabilities. She feared meeting someone who had the chance to exploit them, and silently said to herself "he will not; I'm here because I want to be. I don't need to be afraid." Oddly, most of all, she feared he would not find her attractive. She lived in a town where anything over a size 2 was considered grossly overweight, where 20 year olds sought out Botox injections, and where the most average haircut was at least going to set you back $80. She did not know what he would expect, and she desperately hoped he would find her pretty.

There were two tables available. One was in the corner. She could sit with her back to the wall and see him coming. This would give her some measure of control. There was one in a more secluded area, but the seating put her back to the door. She wanted the one in the corner. She knew that he would not want his back to the room; of this she was fairly certain. He had never said, but he was the sort. 

She went and ordered tea, and requested that she get it in a real tea cup. She didn't want to meet him with a paper cup, though she could not articulate why. And then she chose the table she knew he would prefer. She sat down. Lazily stirred her tea, and attempted to get her heart to slow. She breathed, conscientiously. She tried not to look as if she was waiting.

She was painfully aware of every movement she made. Would she recognize him? Would she see him first? Maybe she would joke and take over the conversation.... It was her way. Maybe he wouldn't let her. Her teaspoon lazily hit the sides of her cup, making a sound like muffled wind chimes, and she lost herself in it. She sat up straight, stirred her tea, and waited with a tension that pervaded her entire self. "I should have brought a book.... I always have a book."

She should have known he would approach her from behind. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She took a breath. She glanced to her right, enough to see a man's hand laid familiarly on her person, and saw the cuff of his shirtsleeve as it brushed against his wrist. She couldn't look anywhere else. 

"Sir?" she whispered. She didn't want anyone to hear. Perhaps she didn't even want him to hear. She felt his other hand come to her other shoulder, and she looked ahead, raising her chin a bit. She felt both hands squeeze lightly but firmly on her shoulders. 

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Elaine," said a voice that was both infinitely familiar, and yet so alien in person. She started to glance up and behind her, feeling slightly frantic; he squeezed her shoulders one last time and moved into view. He smiled at her. She could think of nothing to do but smile back. It was all she wanted to do. 

"You have tea, I see. Wait here. I'll be back with some coffee." He grinned. He patted her hand. The gesture was welcomed, but struck her as foreign. Familiarity played havoc with her sense of what was before her. His voice was her Sir's voice, and she knew it well.. He touched her with a sense of intimacy. Why did she not know that his mouth moved a little to the side when he smiled sardonically? It was surprising, and delighted her secretly. 

No. Now was not the time to think. But the idea of meeting a new person that you "know" stayed inside her head for awhile.

She watched him walk to the counter, and saw him order a simple coffee with some cream. He brought it back to the table, and sat next to her.... His back was to the wall, and he seemed pleased there. 

"First of all," he said "you look lovely. Thank you for remembering that I liked shoes that buckle around your ankle." Elaine blushed and looked into her tea. "Thank you, Sir," she barely intoned. Her voice sounded odd to her. She was normally authoritative, and in control. For some reason, she wanted her voice to be sweet for him.... She wanted him, above all, to find her to be sweet. They smiled. And Elaine could not take the tension anymore.

"It's good to finally meet you", and she beamed him her brightest smile, and she laughed, inviting him to laugh with her. She inquired about traffic on the way over, leaned forward, and started asking the questions that had always plagued her. "Tell me more about your work?" "How is it that you spend your days...?" He humored her and let her have her time. He understood her need to simply meet him as himself. He knew her jokes were her way to give her space to get used to being with him in person. He enjoyed her vivaciousness, and could see why people felt comfortable around her. In turn she made him feel as if he were the most fascinating person she had ever met; she made him feel like he was meeting an old friend for the first time. It was easy to talk with her. But even as he engaged in easy conversation, he never forgot the most fundamental truth. He knew this girl. She was his. He had heard her cum. He had made her cum because he simply wanted her to, many times. And she was entirely in too much control. 

The sun had set on their conversation. Traffic had died down, and the evening sounds of the city began. No crickets here, but music starting at a club down the boulevard. There was the steady hum of the heat lamps that were always turned on in LA when the temperature dared to hit below 65. The light became softer, and the air a bit more sultry, as the considerable town transitioned slowly into the next shift. Time had passed in the easy sort of way that leaves you wondering where it had gone. 

They were still talking when Elaine realized her shirt had moved down further than she would have liked. She mindlessly reached to adjust, and felt his hand on hers, stopping her. "Leave it," he said. "I have been enjoying the view." She tried to laugh it off, wanted to get back to her most comfortable place of being hostess: engaging, but not sexual. "Elaine, I'm serious. Only I can see, and it makes me happy. Do not touch your blouse." 

She retreated back into herself for a moment, eyes looking at the table. She did not touch her blouse. Her hands rested on the table. She breathed. Could she even look at this man? This was so much, so soon, and losing control of the situation quickly made her head spin. She had to be insane to have met him in person. 

She felt a hand on her knee. His thumb rubbed lazily upon it, raising the skirt just a bit, touching her skin through the sheer barrier of silk. 

"Pet," he said. And she felt like something wild that didn't know whether to run or stare straight into the light shining in her eyes. Hearing his secret endearment stilled her. 

"Sir" she responded. Her heart took residence in her throat. 

"We've spent several hours here. Do you find me attractive? Do you want to go on?"

"Yes Sir," she breathed quietly.

"You are mine, I am proud that you are mine, and while I have enjoyed this time I feel the need to remind you that you are mine. We do have to part ways this evening...."

Her heart sank....

"..... but not yet."

Why did she breathe a sigh of relief?

"I have parked in the far corner of the lot. We won't leave there. But if you want to go to the next step, I want you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties. If you hand them to me, then I know we continue."

Elaine looked at him, and into his eyes. This was reckless. She did not do things that were reckless. Her indecision showed clearly. 

He moved his hand to her face, and she tried not to start away. "Shhh," he said.

His other hand came behind her head and pulled her as her lips parted in a gasp. "You will at least let me kiss you," he said, close to her mouth. "Yes Sir," she answered inaudibly. 

With that, his lips came to hers, gentle, insistent. He tasted her lips, kissing the corners of her mouth, pulling her bottom lip into his and giving it a gentle nip. He tasted sweet, with the slight bitterness of dark coffee, and she let her tongue play gently against the opening of his mouth, savoring the flavor of him. He pulled her closer and with his hand pressed on her jaw. "Open" he said, and she did, and felt the texture of his tongue against hers as he took her mouth as he had wanted to all evening. His hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head and pulled gently. "Give me your tongue, pet." She did, and felt him suckle it, nip at it..... and she thought "this is his. I am his." He stroked her face. "Remove your panties, Elaine."

She started again, but she nodded, comforted by the hand cupping her face. She stood to get up, he stood with her, impressing her, and she went to the ladies room. 

Once there, she undid the garters, removed her panties, and put everything back in place, feeling again the lines of the garter, but the absence of anything covering her pussy. She was amazed how wet she had become..... 

She left the stall and looked in the mirror. "Can you do this Elaine?" "I can try." It was the only answer she had.

She went back to the patio, confident that people would know what she was about, hoping they did not, and she felt both excited and ashamed. She slipped her panties into his pocket. He moved his hand there and felt them, and he smiled at her.

"Oh Pet." Her knees wanted to buckle. "Let's go sit for awhile in the car."

She nodded her head almost imperceptibly. He was an attractive man, she told herself. She had engaged with men she knew less about and rarely thought on again. "But he knows more of me. There is part of me he owns," she thought. She did not feel simply trepidation. The realization terrified her. 

He took her hand; he led away from the table. She followed. And in the shadows of the early evening, they made his way back to his vehicle, shaded, far from the rest. With every breath she took, she found her heart pounding more until it felt like it would burst.

He brought her to the passenger side, and placed her back against the door. He pushed her against it with his nearness until she felt the cool metal through her clothing, sapping the heat from her back while the heat of him made the front of her feel too warm. She felt a need to push against him to get closer to that warmth, and their breaths mingled. She could not look him in the eyes, and she chastised herself for it. She looked, instead, at his collar bone. "I will get used to him... I will," she said to herself.

"Pet," he said quietly. His voice always had a patient sound, as if he were telling her things she should already know herself. Not looking, hearing only his voice, she calmed a bit. She knew her Sir's voice. This was familiar, at least. 

He noticed her shallow breathing and her lack of eye contact. But he also noticed the outline of her nipples through her shirt, and the slight flush that had taken and brightened her skin. "You're afraid, aren't you?"

She was both mortified and relieved, both emotions fueling each other. He understood, and it made her want him more. She wanted to lie and retain her dignity. But, as she had always promised him she would speak honestly, she did. "Yes Sir. Your girl is very afraid. I've never done anything like this before." 

"Have I been reasonable with you so far, pet?" he asked. She whispered, barely audible above the traffic of the nearby street, "Yes Sir, you have." 

His voice lowered. "Are you afraid I won't listen if you say 'No'?"

She shook her head again, her hair teasing her shoulders as it moved, surprising her. "No, Sir." He smiled inwardly, glad that she trusted him. "I am afraid I won't be able to say 'No'." His smile reached his eyes.

He brought a hand to softly stroke her cheek.

"We're not going anywhere, pet. Just come sit with me awhile."

"Yes Sir."

His hand came to the small of her back and pulled her from the door. He opened it. As she looked inside, he turned her to him. He kissed her, but differently than he had in the café. His right hand hooked behind her head kept her mouth pressed to his; his left hand at her back brought her body into full contact for the first time, and she felt him hard against her, and the evidence that he, too, desired her. She felt his strength, and for the first time in the evening felt herself relax into it, trying not to wonder all that might mean. He felt her soften against him and tilt her head; this delighted him. 

He whispered into her ear: "Sit down, precious, but lift your skirt. I want nothing between you and the seat." 

For Elaine, it was like cold water. He pulled away and opened her car door. Arousal, acceptance, care, risk, shame.... All of them played together, and she couldn't figure out how to win the game. She knew how to enter a car as a lady. One sits with one's legs outside, and then gently brings them both in together, knees closed. She turned to face him, took a breath, and lifted the back of her skirt so he could not see. She sat down, feeling the seat on her bare skin, the straps of her garter belt pronounced as she sat. She met his eyes, kept her knees together, lifted her chin, and brought her legs into the car as a lady. He shut the door for her. She was scared to death.

Coming around the other side he entered the car as well. "Are you ok?" he asked. "No, Sir." She breathed, shaking her head imperceptibly. "Your girl is nervous." He thought a moment. "Your purse is here?" "Yes Sir." He took the keys from his pocket and passed them over. "Put this in your purse. We can't be long. But neither will I deal with my girl being afraid I will drive off with her. Put them in your purse, and come back here and be with me. I want you here. I don't want you off worrying about things that won't happen."

His acuity stunned her; she took the keys, and put them in her purse. She was grateful for it. But she also knew he would touch her in this car. There was no way to lose this tension.

He kissed her again, sweet, filling her with a softening distress. His kiss became deeper as his hands moved to her waist and started stroking her. 

"He will touch my breasts soon, I know he will. When? Do I want him to? Why am I doing this?" Her mind could not stop. He would pass a boundary. It would feel good. What would she do? She didn't know.

His hand came to the underside of her breast and her breathing hitched. He noticed. He pulled back, looked into her eyes, and deliberately ran a thumb across her nipple. He knew these were sensitive from their previous conversations, and seemed curious as to how true her descriptions had been. 

She gasped as sensation ran through her. "Pet, it seems this is quite hard." She blushed and looked away. He touched her again, and she audibly gasped. He took her nipple between his two fingers and pressed, harder and harder, slowly, until she moaned his name. Curious, he undid the top buttons on her blouse. 

"N..." she started to say. "Let me, Pet." He answered. She nodded. He undid the buttons. He gently lifted her breasts out of the cups of her bra. "Pet, you have beautiful breasts." She felt overwhelmed. He bent his head to her and took the left nipple into his mouth. She cried out and grasped his head. He stopped immediately.

"No, pet." She blinked in surprise. "I am doing this because this is for me. Your breasts are for me to enjoy; all of you is for me to enjoy. You do not hold my head to you." She looked miserable. She had not meant to disappoint him. 

He kindly offered, "Hold on to the headrest behind you. Do not dare to move your hands." Shyly, miserably, she did as he asked. When she had, he kissed her ear gently and moved back to her breast. 

He suckled and teased each, delighting in her moans, her gasps of delight, and her subtle cries that this was all too much. He continued anyhow. He wanted her wanting, needing, even hurting to be completed by him, though he knew it could not happen tonight. He wanted her wanting him more than he wanted her. There was the future to consider. He pursued it, and she had no chance.

"Are you wet, Elaine?"

"Sir?" She groaned. Why wouldn't he touch her where she wanted him most?

"Answer me, pet. Are you wet?"

"Yes, Sir..... I am always wet for you, Sir....."

He pressed harder on her nipple and she gasped for breath, and then he moved his hand to her knee.

"Pet, spread your legs. You are a lady for "them," and this pleases me. But, you do not deny me, Elaine."

She parted her thighs, and looked out the window. Dear God, let no one come up on them. He whispered in her ear. "Shhhh, pet. You're safe. Let your Sir touch you."

"Yes Sir."

His hand started up her thigh, playing lightly on her skin, and she found her knees parting not because he asked them to, but because she wanted him to have access to her. His fingers came to the center of her. "So smooth pet. I still love that you shaved my pussy for me." She blushed as his fingers caressed her outer lips, and found the crease between....

"Oh now, look who is wet for her Sir." Her head pressed back against the seat, her hands gripping the head rest. "Yes Sir. Your pussy is wet for your, Sir."

"Well how silly to worry that you'd be scared, pet," he gently teased, and loved the glow such a comment brought to her cheeks. She was his. This proved it. He moved his finger and found her clit, delighting in its size and shape. He loved, particularly, how she gasped when he touched it, or pinched it between his fingers. And so he did this until she was lifting her hips, desperate to feel any part of him inside her.

"Do you want me inside of you, pet?" He asked. She moaned affirmatively. It was not enough for him. "Tell me."

"Sir, please. Your girl needs to feel some part of you inside your pussy. Please Sir. Please....."

He took his middle finger and slowly moved it inside of her. 

She was so exceptionally tight, she was hot, and she was wet for him. He couldn't help but imagine him slipping his cock between her thighs, trying to push into that warm space and feeling her holding him as tightly as she could. He moved his finger higher within her.... She gasped again, almost chocking on the air. He knew the sound, and had found the place that he knew would make her come for him, hard, every time. He started pressing there. She made a quiet, keening, sound.




Short and Sweet



"Pet, you belong to me. And this belongs to me. And you will cum for me because I want you to cum for me."

She turned, and looked into his eyes. Her own were glistening, tears seemed ready to fall, but her eyes were piercing. She looked into him and said only "Yes, Sir."



Short & Sweet, Hard & Fast



Ok baby, here we go...

I felt that hungry tingle from deep inside when I opened my phone to read the text message you sent me.

It was simply a number. The room number of the motel I was meeting you at.

I'd already sent you instructions. To be at the motel of my choice at the time I specified. Get a room. Go in... leave the door unlocked. Close the curtains. Remove your clothes... but not your underwear. Text me the room number, then place the blindfold I asked you to bring over your eyes and lay on the bed and wait.

I walk into the room quietly. It's dark, and I stand there for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust. I've already instructed you not to speak... not a word. I don't talk to you. I smile at your sexy, muscular body lying on the bed. I can sense your excitement, and also your apprehension. You're enjoying the mystery of it all, yet unsure of what's about to unfold.

I'm watching you as I begin to undress myself. You can hear me moving about and undressing and I can see your cock beginning to stiffen in your boxers.

Naked now, I take two lengths of stockings out of my bag and approach the bed. "Shh", is all you hear as I take your hand and bind one of the nylons around it and attach the other end of it to the bed.

I move around the side of the bed and secure your other hand in the same manner.

You can feel me kneeling on the bed at your side now... leaning over you. I'm careful not to touch you yet. But you look so delicious lying there, so I decide to taste you. I slowly and deliberately run my tongue up from the base of your neck. Finding your ear and gently licking at it, then with my mouth open I suck my breath in knowing I'm giving you goose bumps as I do it.

I slide my tongue over your lips and I can feel your mouth opening. I pull back from you and get off the bed. I get the bottle of warming massage oil out of my bag and put it on the table next to the bed.

I climb back onto the bed, my knees either side of your neck. I know you can smell my scent and I push my finger inside my cunt, soaking it and making me exhale a soft moan.

I want to tease you a little. I take my pussy soaked finger and run it around the shape of your lips before sliding it into your mouth. "Suck", I say quietly.

I watch your warm, wet mouth closing over my finger and love the feel of your tongue sucking my pussy juices off it. "Do you want more? Nod your head if you do".

I watch your mouth curve into that sexy smile of yours as your head nods vigorously. Holding onto the headboard of the bed, I inch forward till my cunt is sitting over your mouth. I feel like I'm on fire and I want you so bad, but I need to play it slow, to get as much out of this as possible. Kneeling just millimeters from your mouth I say "stick out your tongue". Your mouth opens and the tip of your tongue is now touching my smooth pussy. I begin to slowly move my hips, sliding my wet snatch over your tongue. I move up enough so that I can feel my clit just touching your nose and your tongue lapping at the juices that are oozing out of me. "Fuck me", I command breathlessly. Mmm, I like that I didn't have to say it twice. Your tongue is pushing inside my cunt and I rock my clit against your nose setting my senses on fire as you work your magic with your little mouth cock. I can feel my first orgasm building fast and I stop moving feeling only your tongue fucking me hard. "Ahh, here it comes baby... I'm cumming". I can feel myself pulsing on your lips and tongue and I want to yell. But I'm keeping it relatively quiet for now. I rotate my hips, smearing my cunt juices over your mouth and face and slowly push my ass back so that I'm dragging my very wet, throbbing pussy down your body, over your chest, making sure I oil your body good with my cum. Stopping to push my large DD tits into your face and allowing myself the pleasure of feeling your mouth clamp down over my nipple. I grind my pussy onto your chest a little while your tongue sucks and flicks at alternate nipples.

Your cock is pushing at my ass through your boxers as I slide myself down to your stomach. I raise myself up and over your hardness and position myself between your thighs.

I open my mouth and suck gently on your swollen balls through the material. My warm breath making you inhale quickly and I can feel you opening your legs a little wider.

I slide my hand up the shaft of your cock feeling its thickness and I can't resist sucking the tip. There is a wet patch of precum and I squeeze your cock firmly while my tongue teases the tip. 

Sitting up on my knees a little, I lift the elastic waist of your boxers over your cock, watching it spring out, and pull them down your thighs. You lift your legs one at a time to help me remove them completely.

Now I'm on my hands and knees, leaning over you, my mouth back over your cock.

Holding it firmly at the base in my left hand I open my mouth and slowly close my lips over the head. It's warm and smooth in my mouth and I like the wet sticky feeling oozing from the tip. I make my lips tight and push them very slowly down your thick hard cock. Moving my hand from the base as my lips reach there, I can feel the tip of your cock at the back of my throat. Gagging me, making my eyes water. My saliva dribbles down your shaft as I move my head back up to the tip and suck firmly over the head while my hand is back on you squeezing and pulling slightly. I pull my lips away from the tip and love the trail of precum and saliva that keeps your cock and my mouth connected.

Again I slide my mouth down the length of you, and placing my hand back at the base of your cock, I slowly begin to get into a rhythm, pulling and sucking, pulling and sucking. My tongue pumping the underside of your delicious cock and my mouth slowly and purposefully fucks you. I can feel the thick vein that runs the length of your cock swelling with every pump of my tongue. I keep your cock slippery with my spit, and I know if I keep pulling and sucking you like this, you will blow.

I'm not ready for that yet.

I climb back up over the top of you. Squatting over you, I lower myself very slowly onto the head of your cock, allowing only the tip inside my pussy. I squeeze my cunt muscles tight around you and hold you there. Then lift myself off again. "More?" I ask you. You nod again and I can feel your hips rising slightly, trying to find my wet heat. Again I lower myself onto you... taking a little more of you this time. I pull myself up and down on your cock a few times, but never going more than halfway, despite your efforts to push upwards.

I can feel my juices trickling down your cock and I like knowing they're flowing over your balls and into your ass.

"Ok, you've been a good boy. I'm going to fuck you hard now". You try to move your arms but the stretchy nylon only allows limited movement. "No, I said I was going to fuck YOU... not the other way around". I enjoy the frustrated half smile that appears on your lips.

I lower myself again. This time all the way. Nice and slow. Oh god, I can feel you so deep inside me now. It feels fantastic! I lean forward over you, and consciously tighten my cunt muscles around your cock. Now I begin to rock... Slowly at first... Pulling you in and out of me... My nipples brushing against your chest and my clit rubbing against your pubic bone.

As I start to fuck you faster, I notice you've given up trying to free your hands and clutch onto the headboard instead. "I'm going to cum Nick... all over your cock. But you're not. You can't cum yet, ok?" It's not really a question. I clench my teeth and grab your biceps (I love to hold a man's biceps while we're fucking... such a turn on for me). Digging my fingers into your arms I push myself hard and deep onto your cock... over and over. "Don't you dare cum yet... I mean it... don't cum", I'm panting at you. 

"Ahh, uhh, uhh...I'm cumming... Oh fuck... I'm cumming". I don't know how hard it was for you to not blow your load right then, and I didn't care. I just wanted to spill my juices all over your cock and the release was amazing!

I slowed my rocking until I was finished throbbing and slowly and reluctantly pulled my pussy off you. I turned my body around and climbed back over you so that my pussy was back in your face, and my mouth was back over your cock.

"Now clean up your mess you dirty boy", I commanded, as I clamped my mouth down over your cock. I could feel your tongue obediently lapping up my cum as I began to pull and suck you, removing my cunt juices as I did so.

My hand tightened around your cock and I sucked you harder and faster with every passing second. "NOW you can cum baby... cum for Rhonnie. I want you to blow in my mouth". I loved feeling your mouth sucking on my pussy and the vibrations from your moaning made me work harder on your cock.

I felt your body stiffen, your puffing against my cunt become faster and heavier and I knew you were seconds away from shooting your load.

Your cum hit the back of my throat and I used my hand to help you pump your jizz into my mouth. I closed my lips over the head of your cock and sucked gently while the firm grip of my hand continued to pull only slightly now.

"Mmm, good boy... ohhhh gooood boyyy... that's nice" I murmured to you, as I licked the last of your cum off your cock.

"Do you want to say anything now?" I asked you as I climbed off you and began to untie your wrists.

You removed your blindfold and sat up. Blinking a few times till your vision adjusted to the light of the room, your eyes found mine. We smiled at each other. "THAT was amazing... wow", you said through your grin. You spotted the bottle of warming massage oil next to the bed and said "You're gonna get it now girl... I want to make you squirt!"

But, that's another story...



Short and to the Point



sfcitydom (c) 2005

He leans into her and kisses her lips and neck. He unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She stands before him, in just heels and a thong. Her nipples are hard and breasts pert and puffy.

"Put your hands behind your back." He says. She complies.

He grabs her thong and slowly pulls it down and lets it drop around her ankles. She steps out of it and he leans down and kisses her breast. As he sucks and nibbles her nipples, he slides his hand between her legs. Her pussy is wet. He positions her at the foot of the bed.

"Please kneel." She complies.

He gathers her hair into a ponytail, takes a collar from the bed, and places it around her neck. He attaches the leash to the collar and he ties it to the footboard of the bed. He pulls a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and kneels beside her. He cuffs her hands with the chain passing between her legs. This leaves one hand in the front and the other behind her.

"That should allow you to rub your pussy." He states.

He stands in front of her, unbuckles his pants, pulls his cock out, and rubs it across her lips. She opens her mouth and takes his cock. As it hardens, he slowly strokes her hair. He begins backing away from her and she attempts to follow. But she reaches the end of her leash, and he pulls his wet cock from her mouth.

"Want it?"

"Yes," she replies.

"Rub your pussy." He commands as he begins stroking his cock.

She begins to rub her pussy and the air is filled with her moaning and the sound of the cuffs clanking.

"You need my permission to cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replies.

He strokes his cock close to her face. She can almost reach it, taste it, feel it.

"I need some lube." He grabs her by the hair and puts his cock in her mouth to moisten it. He pulls it out and continues stroking it just out of reach of her.

"Do you want to cum?" he asks.

"Yesss, I really do!"

"Here is the deal. When my cum hits you, you can cum. Agreed?"

"Yess, I want to see you cum," she replies.

The pace of his stroking quickens as he works his cock. She continues to rub her pussy.

"Rub your pussy for me. Fuck yeah."

In addition, he begins cuming. The first hits her tits and she begins to cum.

"Fuck...I am cuming,' she exclaims.

He continues cuming on her tits and the cum begins to slide down her belly.

As his orgasm subsides, he kneels and pulls her close.



Short, But Oh So Sweet



As he sat in her lounge sipping a glass of cold white wine, his legs stretched out in front of him, his shoes cast off to one side, Steve listened to Sam - Samantha - moving around in the bedroom next door, wondering what he had got himself into. Taking another sip of the delicious Chablis, he looked around the room, taking in the décor and furniture of her cosy flat. He lay back in the chair, sipped his wine, briefly shut his eyes, and pondered how he had got to be there.

It had all started an hour ago. It was Christmas Eve, and he had been at the usual Christmas drinks party at the office where they both worked. Steve was a senior manager. Coming up for 40, he had done all right for himself in the five years he had been at the company. As he was a bit shy, the Christmas drinks do was hardly his favourite event. Sam, on the other hand, loved it. In her late 20's, she was the life and sole of any party, thoroughly enjoying the attention her looks inevitably attracted. Blonde, petite and busty was probably the best way to describe her. She worked as a PA to one of Steve's colleagues. So, although he saw her around, and always exchanged friendly "hellos", he didn't really know her. But, like his male colleagues, he was acutely conscious of her sheer sexiness.

The party was dragging on, so Steve decided to visit the bathroom, and then make a move to leave. As he left the bathroom, he turned into the corridor – and bumped straight into Sam, who was distracted as she tried to send a text message as she walked along. They both stumbled, and Steve instinctively grabbed her arms to steady her. Holding her upright, he was suddenly aware of how close together they were, of her tight, low cut top, of her cleavage, of her short skirt, and of her pure sex appeal. 

"Sorry," they both said at the same time.

Suddenly aware that he was still holding her, Steve let his arms drop down. She seemed to stagger so he grabbed her again.

"I think all that wine has gone to my head, " she giggled. 

"Perhaps some fresh air would help," he replied automatically, still very conscious of her closeness, of her sex appeal, of the heat of her bare arms under his hands.

"Yeah, I think you're right," she replied quietly, adding – after a brief pause, "you wouldn't walk me home would you? It's only around the corner."

This all seemed so surreal, so corny – but Steve readily agreed, both of them wondering at the spark that had just gone off. They found their coats, and went out into the cold afternoon air. It was only 4pm, but already it was dark, the promise of snow in the air. They chatted as they walked towards the block of flats she had pointed out as they left the offices. Sam looped her arm through his as they walked, moving from side to side to avoid the late afternoon shoppers who filled the pavement, their bodies brushing against each other as they did so. Steve was all to aware of her, his cock telling him how much he was enjoying being with her, his brain telling him not to be daft, that this was all totally innocent.

Within minutes it seemed they were crossing the road outside the flats. She opened the outer door, and led the way upstairs to the first floor. As nothing had been said, Steve automatically followed. Sam opened the door, and led the way inside.

"Drink?" she asked as she pushed the door closed behind them.

But Steve's cock had won the battle, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, his tongue probing urgently at her mouth. They broke away, looking at each other. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't..." she warned him. "... say you're sorry. I'm not – you just moved quicker than me."

He stared at her, still uncertain at this turn of events. She pointed towards the kitchen, which he could just see off the lounge.

"You grab us some wine, and make yourself at home. I'm going to slip into something more comfortable!

Again, it sounded too corny to be real. But it was real. Here he was in this sexy lady's flat, sipping wine, and waiting for her return. With a start, he realised that it had gone quiet in the bedroom next door. He turned towards the door just in time to see her enter.

His jaw dropped open and his mouth went dry as he looked at her. Sam had changed – into a black fish net dress that ended a few inches above her knees, and black stiletto shoes. Underneath it she wore white lacy lingerie – a half-cup bra that showed off her breasts, a suspender belt and stockings, and a thong. All this contrasted sharply with her tanned body. Her blonde, shoulder length hair was swept back away from her face, showing off her features. Her green eyes were bright with desire, her cheeks slightly flushed. She ran her the tip of her tongue over her soft, sensual lips. She stepped across the room, her long legs moving so seductively. She stretched her arms up, piling her hair on top of her head. Her breasts pushed out against the flimsy material of her bra, the contours of her flat stomach showing clearly through her dress. She moved closer to Steve. He took in the outline of her pussy, clearly visible against the damp front of her tiny thong. She turned slowly in front of him, showing him the tattoo at the top of her right thigh, showing him her firm bum.

Steve reached out and held her hips, running his hands over her dress, over her body. His cock throbbed painfully, still constrained by his clothes. She stepped away, and swept her dress over her head with one graceful movement. She bent over, keeping her legs straight, to show off her legs and ass, to show him the string of her thong disappearing between her cheeks, to show him the promise of what was to come. 

She turned back towards him, and climbed onto the settee, her legs each side of him straddling his lap. She sank down onto him, holding his head in her hands. He reached up and kissed her soft lips, his tongue probing at her mouth. She pulled him tight, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, her pussy grinding down onto his hard cock. They broke apart with a gasp. Still keeping the downward pressure of her pussy against his cock, she reached behind her back and undid her bra. Slowly she pulled the straps down her arms, seductively unveiling her breasts. Throwing her bra to one side, she reached for his shirt, roughly pulling the buttons apart. Once his chest was bare, she pressed her breasts against him, her hard nipples pushing into him. They kissed again, harder, more demanding than before. They pulled apart, and she held his head, dragging his mouth towards her nipple. Steve drew her hard, puckered nipple into his mouth, savouring its taste, its feel, its hardness. Sam pressed his mouth tight to her, urging him to suck harder. He reached for her other breast, feeling its size, its firmness, its texture. She pushed his head towards that nipple, demanding that it receive the same treatment as the other. He was more than happy to oblige, sucking her nipple and then as much breast as he could into his mouth. He ran one hand across to her breast, tweaking her nipple. The other hand ran around her body and onto her firm ass. Tracing the crack of her ass, he slid his hand under her. She stopped sliding her pussy along the ridge of his cock long enough for him to slip a finger inside her hot, wet pussy. Then she pressed down again, pushing his finger deeper inside as she brought herself off against his cock as he sucked and toyed with her breasts. He felt the extra wetness of her pussy as she came, the pulsing of her against his finger. He looked up at her flushed face, and pulled her down to kiss her mouth hungrily.

She slid off his lap, and onto her knees between his legs. Grinning up at him, Sam told Steve

"Your turn now."

These were the first words either of them had spoken since Sam had come back into the room.

She ran her fingers over his chest and stomach, scratching him lightly, sending shivers through his body. Her hand continued over his cock, feeling his length and thickness through his clothes. She sighed pleasurably, popping open the buttons at the top of his trousers, and then pulling his zip down slowly. She pulled his pants and trousers off in one steady motion, taking his socks with them. His hard cock sprung up, demanding attention. 

"Mmmmmm, "Sam sighed, "I like!"

With that she took his cock into her hand and stroked and wanked it, all the while looking into his eyes. Still looking at him, she held his cock against his belly, and ran her wet tongue up and down its length. Pausing at its base, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling in gently between her lips and tongue. An exquisite pain shot through him as she bit it gently. After repeating this on his the other side, she ran her tongue back up his shaft, before taking him onto her mouth. Steve felt her tongue licking at his cock head, running around the sensitive area where the head joined the shaft. She sucked him wetly, taking half his length into her mouth. She moved back up to the tip, running her tongue into the eye, before sucking hard on just the head, while wanking him.

She knelt up, her breasts surrounding his cock. She looked into his eyes, and stood up.

"Bed," was all she said. 

She led him by the cock into the bedroom. Sam had already lit some candles, giving the room an exotic, sensual feel. Steve reached for her from behind, cupping her large breasts in his hands. He kissed down her back, slowly dropping to his knees behind her. Steve slipped his hands into her thong, drawing it down, away from her taught bum, down her slender legs, away from her body. He ran his tongue between her cheeks as he did so, savouring the taste of her flesh. He stood up slowly, cupping her wet pussy, and then her breasts with his hands. She pushed her bum back against his cock, and twisted her head around so that they could kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, twirling around his as their lips crushed together. 

She turned in his arms, holding the kiss, pushing his shirt down his arms, pressing her breasts against him. She pushed him towards the bed. Steve lay back as she climbed on top of him. She ground her wet pussy along his rock hard cock, pushing down hard against him. She slid down him, taking his cock into her moth once again. He watched as she sucked on him, his hands running through her hair. Without pausing, she reached into the draw of the bedside unit and pulled out a small vibrator. She switched it on, and pressed it against the base of his cock. Still sucking on him, she wanked him with her other hand. He let out a loud groan. The combined effects of her mouth, her hand, the vibrator and her sheer sexual presence were just too much. With another loud groan he came, his cum shooting into her mouth. She clamped her lips around him and sucked hard, swallowing all he had to give

As the power of his orgasm subsided she climbed up his body, pressing her pussy down on his semi hard cock, rubbing up and down. He reached for her breasts, pinching the nipples. She pushed up on her arms, her full breasts swinging away from her slender body, offering themselves to him. He leant up and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with his tongue. He reached for her other breast, cupping it, squeezing the firm flesh, rubbing her nipple. His other hand ran around her, onto her bum, between her cheeks, pulling her harder onto his cock. Her movements became faster, more frantic, her breathing harsher. He pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, and that was enough to take her over the edge. She cried out as her orgasm hit her. He held her tight, holding her against him, against his cock. Her body went limp as the after effects of her orgasm hit her. She rolled off him, and lay on her back, her hands behind her head, her body stretched out before him. He lay at her side, kissing her, holding her.

Steve looked down at her, taking in her gorgeous body, looking at her nakedness carefully, slowly for perhaps the first time. Her breasts were magnificent. Full, firm and beautifully rounded. He ran her hands over them softly, feeling their beauty, their sexiness. Her nipples were a darker shade of brown than even her tanned breasts, the centres prominent, still erect and puckered. He leant over and took just that part into his mouth, sucking it between his lips. Her tummy was flat, her belly button pierced. He kissed down over her belly, flicking at her navel as he went. He stroked over her body, running his hands up and down her smooth body, her arms, her legs, taking in each contour. Steve twisted around so that he could look down at her pussy. She drew her knees up, and opened her legs, opening herself up to his gaze, to his touch. 

Her pussy was shaved, totally bare. It stood out white against the rest of her. Bending down further, he kissed first the base of her stomach, then the top of her mound, and then her wet, open pussy lips. She moaned as he ran his tongue down her slit, and into her pussy. She moaned again as he sucked her small pussy lips into his mouth, holding them between his lips. And then again as he licked and sucked at her pink clit, as it poked out from behind its hood. Still licking at her, he slipped first one, and then two, fingers into her cunt, feeling the hot wetness of her. He fucked her slowly with his fingers, his mouth and tongue still toying with her clit and lips. As his actions became faster and harder, her moans got louder, and his cock got harder. He moved to kneel over her, his balls hanging down towards his face. She licked at them, sucked them. 

"Wank over me, on by tits," she gasped.

He reached down and held his cock, his mouth and other hand still at her cunt, his balls at her mouth. He wanked himself hard, already feeling the cum building up in his balls. He knelt up higher, his balls dropping lower towards his mouth. As she lapped at them, he plunged his fingers into her cunt in time to the pumping of his cock. With loud cries they both came. Her juices poured from her as her pussy squeezed on his fingers, his cum shooting out in jets over her breasts.

With a satisfied sigh Steve collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her to him. She laughed.

"God you're good with your hands – and your mouth," she told him.

"Why thank you," he laughed, accepting the compliment, "I only try to satisfy the lady's desires."

"Oh you do that," she said through his kiss.

"Mind you," she added with a grin, "there is still something more you could do for me."

Steve reached for a tissue to wipe his cum from her breasts, but she pushed his hand away, telling him to leave it, that she loved to be covered in spunk.

They chatted for a while, although his hands never left her, running softly over her body. She held his cock, gently pulling him, caressing him. As time passed, the chat got quieter, their kisses and touches more demanding. She pushed him onto his back, and straddled him, her pussy over his face. She dipped her head and sucked his cock into her mouth, at the same time arching her back to push her pussy down to him. Her held her hips, and licked along her slit. He probed inside her cunt with his tongue, and sucked on her clit, on her lips. His hands ran over her bum, a finger between her cheeks, rubbing against her hole. Her hips pushed down, grinding her pussy against his face.

"Fuck me," she moaned turning around on him.

She pressed against him, his hard cock driving straight into her tight cunt. She pushed down hard, her muscles squeezing on him, almost wanking him with her movements. Steve drove his hips upwards, forcing himself deeper into her. 

"Fuck me harder," Sam demanded.

They rolled over, his cock still buried deep inside her. She lifted her legs, exposing herself fully to him, giving him deeper access to her hot cunt, so that he could drive his cock harder and faster. She moaned.

"Don't stop.... don't stop."

Steve thrust his hips forward time after time, his cock making loud sucking noises as it drove in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She screamed as her orgasm rushed through her. She screamed again as his hot spunk hit the inside of her cunt, hot jet after hot jet filling her. They clung together, their bodies wet from their exertions. 

They lay together quietly for some minutes, both knowing that their time together must come to an end. She suggested he have a shower, and slipped into a peach silky robe, before going to get him a towel. He showered and got dried off, before walking back to the lounge to find his clothes. She had laid them out neatly for him. She looked at him, taking in his nakedness. He looked at her, at the soft curves of her body that were clearly visible through the gown, at the breast that was peeking out. He dressed in silence. They held each other, kissed, and he left. What more was there to say?

Christmas was difficult for both of them, as they pondered what had happened, what drove them together. Was it just lust? Or something more? They both knew that when they returned to work in the New Year, they would find out...



Short Cake



I’ve known Allison since the 3rd grade, we have been buddies through thick and thin forever it seems like. Her giving me an open ear, when I had girl troubles, and me for her when she wanted advice about boys. We never really thought about each other in any way but as a good friend. We both grew up and got Married, staying close friends we talked about once a week or so, had lunch together every now and then or a weekend BBQ now and then at one house or the others.

My marriage fell apart after 4 years, really tearing me apart. I was a mess for a couple of years after that, heavy drinking, some drugs, not really giving a shit about anything. Luckily my Ex and I had no children. Allison was there for me then too.

Terry, Allison’s husband had a beautiful Harley Davidson, and they rode all the time. “Week End Warriors” I called them jokingly. One evening last spring as they rode around enjoying the warming days, they were in a horrible accident, Struck by a Drunk Driver, another sad hit and run statistic the Police told me. Terry was killed instantly, Allison lived but lost both her legs about 3 inches below her hips.

Well to say she was crushed (no pun intended) was an understatement. Losing a loving husband and her legs was too much for her to bear. I really thought she was going to lose her mind! I saw her daily in the hospital and all during her recovery. Me always with a smile and a joke for her, driving her to her physical therapy sessions that she had no interest in.

“What’s the use? Anyone can drive a Wheelchair, but who would want a woman in one?” 

What could I say? Allison is still a beautiful woman, long thick brown hair, dark skin and big brown bedroom eyes. Part of her therapy was to swim to exercise her upper body, and since I had a pool, I brought her over to the house

“Let’s go get wet, and do your exercises.” 

“No, I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m so ashamed of the way I look now. I am too gross to be seen in public in a swim suit!””

“Bull Shit! And anyway, they would only see her from the chest up if they looked, and besides, there is only me here! Now Let’s go!”

She said “Your Crazy!”

We changed and I wheeled her to the edge of my pool, picked her up and carried her to the steps in the shallow end. She was holding the edge.

“The wall of the pool is OK, let go and swim over here, come on.”

She refused, so I grabbed her and pulled her away from it, her not happy with me at all. Swimming back, she held on to the wall again.

“You Mean Bastard.”

I laughingly agreed. That loosened her up some and she smiled the first time in months. We swam for a bit and she was tiring, as I went to help carry her out, holding her chest to chest, I picked her up her arms around my neck and I felt her nipples were hard and against my chest. I joked with her.

“Are you just chilly are really glad to see me?” 

“I’m glad to see you!” 

And she gave me a kiss, I just melted as I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and kissed her back. I helped her into her wheelchair and we went inside. She wanted to shower to get the chlorine smell off her. But couldn’t by alone since my house was not made for handicapped people. 

“There is only one other way to do it that I know of, I will have to get in with you.”

She agreed and said “Only if you swear you won’t look at my stumps, They even make me sick.” 

“I promise!” And I helped her into the shower as I climbed in behind her. This was different I thought, how the hell do I do this? We had her sitting on a towel to keep her from hurting from the pressure on her scars. And I held her up from the back as she washed.

“I will wash your back and hair if you want, but you would have to lean back between my legs so I could still hold you upright.”

“OK.”

As I washed her hair with her leaning back I totally forgot her handicap, I was lost in the feeling of her hair, and my dick was getting hard. I was not thinking and let her slip, she squealed as her head landed on my hard on. I was so ashamed as I rinsed her hair off, holding her in one hand and rinsing with other. 

We got her dried off.

“Can I go take a nap? I/m really tired from swimming.”

“Sure, let me help you in there.”

I carried her to my room. Then I sat on the edge of the bed talking to her, my dick was still hard and I was having trouble hiding it from her.

“Did I do that to you? Did I make you hard?”

DAMN, Busted, I thought, I’m such a goof! 

“Yes!”

“Even as ugly as I am?’ she questioned, I got instantly pissed.

“Allison, you are Not Ugly, you just don’t have any legs anymore, that’s all, You are still Allison, a Very Beautiful woman with so much more to give besides a fucking pedicure! Don’t say that shit again!” 

Then I leaned over her and kissed her our first kiss as soon to be lovers. Her lips responded with such hunger, like she had to have my tongue in her or she would starve. I held her face in my hands and looking in her eyes.

“I have to have you!” 

She looked away with tears in her eyes.

“No, we can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes, We can!” 

I turned her back around holding her face in my hands. I then removed her T-Shirt, the only clothing she had on, as I kissed her dark nippled breasts. She grabbed my head burying it into her chest, holding me tightly on her. Crying, as I sucked her tits, then gasping loudly, as I touched her hairy pussy. I rubbed her slick slit with my middle finger then slipped it inside her wet pussy. She came immediately, I slid my face down towards her pussy.

“NO, Please, Don’t do that, I don’t want you to see me down there like that!” 

I put my fingers on her lips.

“It’s OK.”

Then began to move down her stomach kissing it licking her belly button slowly licking down to her hairy pussy. Putting my hands under her hips picking her up and sticking my tongue in as deep as I could. Her orgasm was so intense as I sucked on her clit that she squirted her thick liquids into my mouth, I swallowed as much as I could, loving her taste and her reaction to our sex together.

I crawled up then kissing her full lips.

“I love you Allison! I always have.” 

Then I entered her wet pussy with my thick cock. I marveled at her tightness, feeling her wetness on me as I held her hips up, thrusting as I kissed her all over her face. Her moans were music to my ears as she began to cum again, this time on my thick hard cock. I then turned us over with her on top of me. She wiggled around like a fish out of water as she fucked me. 

I was holding her up by her firm tits, pinching her nipples lightly. She had so much pent up frustration from not having had sex for the last 8 months that she couldn’t stop her massive orgasms from exploding from deep inside her belly.

“Fuck me baby, FUCK ME HARD!” she was screaming.

Never wanting to disappoint a woman in need, I did. I grabbed her hips tightly and picked her up, sliding her whole body to the tip of my cock then slamming her down against me, her hands against my chest, my mouth watering as her tits bounced when I did it. As her nipples danced in unison, I continued my assault on her dripping pussy, her multi orgasms causing me to slam her harder against me.

“I’m CUMMING Allison, Oh FUCK, I’m Cumming honey!”

I shot my heavy load into her beautiful wet pussy, as I let her fall on my chest hugging her tightly still fucking her, slower now as my orgasm subsided. As we lay there holding each other, our chests heaving from the work out we just had.

“Did you mean it? Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” 

I assured her I meant it from the bottom of my heart and with all my being. She smiled at me.

“I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t just the heat of passion or pity! Because, I love you too!”

“Really? You love me too?” 

She shook her head Yes. 

“Now I DO pity you!” I said as we both laughed

My heart would’ve leapt from my chest if she had not been laying on it. I asked her right then to Marry Me, and she said “Yes” As we made love again she wiggled down her face warm against my hardening cock, she looked up as she held it in her soft hand.

“I do love you!” 

Then put her luscious full lips around my cock, sucking me softly running her tongue on the underside, rolling it around the head of my cock. All the while, she was tickling my hairy balls. I have had my fair share of head jobs. None of which could compete with the one she was giving me now. She made love to it with her mouth moaning as she sucked. Murmuring how she loved its taste and how it felt in her mouth, so hard but so soft and warm.

I shifted us around so we could eat each other. I have never been one to eat a fresh fucked cum filled pussy before, but my feelings for her at that moment shot down any reservations I may have had. As I dove head first into her pussy sucking her juicy slit as she sucked my cock. Her taste driving me over the edge as I filled her mouth with my thick load of cum, when she tasted it spurting deep in her mouth her Orgasm immediately followed. I turned around to face her kissing her deeply tasting each others cum on our lips and tongues, we held each other like it was our last night on Earth.

She conceived our first child that Night, We have now been married 15 years and have 4 children, and still are so very much in love with each other. I still think she is the most beautiful woman I know (she still thinks I’m crazy) and she is the best friend I could ever have. 

She loves to suck my cock, with me holding her shoulders to balance her. And since she is at the perfect height, it works out great! 

I lovingly call her “Short Cake”

Authors Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened, it was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) Thanks, mustanger7up 



Short Clingy Skirt, white panties



The two weeks of my girlfriends visit is over on Saturday. During the time of their visit, we traveled to neighboring states for sightseeing, went into the city for dinner, plays, shopping. Hung around the pool at my condominium complex. Went walking in the local forest preserve. We had a good time. A highlight was at the local casino.

I'm not much of a gambler. I sit at the penny slots and use my $10. Wilma and Betty (not their real names) on the other hand, like the table games, particularly craps. They go to the craps table, I found some slots nearby. I play slowly, and hear lots of cheering at the craps table. I look over; it looks like the girls are having a good time.

After they are done, they come get me and we head to the bar. We're sitting at a table, men are walking by, thanking Betty and buying us drinks. I'm not sure why, but accept the generosity. I ask the girls about this this. Betty turns a little red in the face, not from the liquor. Wilma proceeds to tell the story. 

It is Betty's turn to roll the dice. She starts rolling and can't seem to lose. She keeps winning and winning. She is doing quite well and the noise level goes up each time she rolls because everyone wins again. This is the cheering I heard. She is going so well, more people try to get in on the action.

It also seems that Betty's blouse has poofed open. Her low cut bra is not real tight, so there is some nipple slip. Wilma, being the great friend for 25 years, fails to mention this to her. She didn't want to interrupt Betty's streak. They were both piling up the winnings. In addition, Betty was receiving some chips from the other players for her rolling so well, or was it because they could see her boobs. Not sure, but the chips were piling up.

With the noise level increasing, the house was trying to slow down the play. They changed workers and Betty still rolled winners. She was hot, in more ways than one, with her boobs showing. As all good things must come to an end, she finally crapped out. The players at the table all cheered for her and gave her some more chips. The girls gathered their winnings. 

On the way to find me, Wilma finally mentions to Betty her blouse situation. Betty is embarrassed, a little, but smiles and says I wondered why so many men were looking at me. She mentions that at least wore one of her good bras. They find me, I cash out my now $11 dollars (wow won a $1 on $10, a 10% return, can't get that in the money market today) and we go to the bar.

But with two weeks without seeing him, I'm getting very horny. During the two weeks of the visit, I was able to masturbate once, while they each visited some other friends. I couldn't see him at the time (the real thing is better) because it was during the day, and he was working. No nooners.

I begin planning the weekend with him. I know he will be horny too, so getting fucked on Saturday night won't be a problem. I'm sure that will be quite the load. I want more. I want to guarantee that he will cum in me on Sunday too. What to do and what to wear.

I've got it. About a year ago, if you will remember the Anniversary story, he bought me two skirts. I haven't worn the short black clingy one yet. It is short. Sitting down, it rides up my legs. I know he likes to look up my skirt and likes to run his hand all the way up. And I know that turns him on. It turns me on to flash him too. 

For the top, I decide on a white tank top, no bra. My nipples will be visible through the material. Because we will be going out, I will wear a blouse over it. I don't want everyone to see. 



I drop the girls off at the airport for their 1 pm flight. Then return home to pack up for the weekend. I feel the wetness as I get the black skirt and tank top ready, anticipating not only Saturday night, but Sunday as well.

Saturday night, we go to dinner and movie. Glad to see each other, be with each other after the two weeks apart. I wear slacks and a polo shirt. Nice looking comfortable. Not giving any hint of Sunday. 

We have a very satisfying lovemaking session on Saturday night. He licks me, rubs me, licks my nipples, bringing me to many orgasms. Then, he enters me. I've waited two weeks for this, his hard cock going in and out. It doesn't disappoint. He leaves a large load of cum in me. We fall asleep in each other's arms.

We wake up Sunday, and he asks what would you like to do. I'm thinking, fuck me again now, but say, let's go to another movie, a late morning, early afternoon matinee and then out to lunch. He says ok. He gets up to go jog, I go back to sleep, with his cum still in me, and have more erotic thoughts.

I wake up, get ready. He returns, all sweaty. As he cools down, I'll heat him up again shortly he start drinking some powerade. He sits by the computer in the kitchen. I come down dressed in the clingy skirt, white tank top. His eyes get big. I think he likes the outfit. He even remembers buying the skirt. I sit to the side of him. As I sit, the skirt does its thing and rises up. I slowly cross my legs giving him a view of my white panties. 





He finds the camera to take the pictures. I don't mind showing him the up skirt view, and with no face, showing the readers. In public, I am more modest.



After delaying him with the views, he finds the movie time and quickly goes to clean up. As a little side note, I freshly shaved my pussy for him, so it would be nice and smooth. He comes back in record time from his shower. Hmmm, I wonder why that is. I put my blouse on and we're ready to go.

In getting into the car, I give him a very good view up my skirt. With the extra motivation, I'm quite sure he will cum in me again.



He has his hand up my skirt on the drive to the theater. I'm very wet. I'm pretty sure he can tell. He parks the car, helps me out of the car. I give him another view. My blouse is not buttoned, so he sees my hard nipples. We're coming near other people, so he asks me if I want to hold my blouse closed. Oops. I do. 

We get in to the movie. He picked one that is not this week's blockbuster, so the theater is half full. We find seats by ourselves. I put my purse on the floor. It tips over. He leans down to get it, and I flash him. I can be a tease sometimes. 

The lights go down and the previews start. His hand reaches my thigh, stays there, then starts going higher. The previews keep going. The lights get darker. His hand goes higher. The lights are no so low, no one looking over can see. 

His hand goes all the way up. He starts rubbing my pussy through my panties. Yes, I am wet, very wet. My panties are damp. He is rubbing my clit right through my panties. Keeps rubbing. I lean back a little, spread my legs a little more. Still rubbing, harder, harder. My breathing quickens. Harder. I'm going to cum in the theater. Harder, panties getting drenched from my juices. I'll need to stay quiet, no loud moaning. I want to cum. Harder, harder, yes yes yes as the orgasm builds. Now now I cum as he presses harder and rubs faster.

He doesn't stop. He shifts my panties aside and directly touches my clit. Rubbing, rubbing. I haven't caught my breath from the last one, now another one. There it is. He doesn't stop rubbing. Then, he inserts his finger inside my pussy. It slides in with ease. He is now finger fucking me in the theater. I cum again. He stops, removes his finger, smooth's my skirt. I'm breathing hard, heart beating fast. The movie starts and my body starts returning to normal. We hold hands for the rest of the movie.

After the movie, we go to lunch. I put my hand on his lap in the drive to the restaurant and found that his cock was hard. He likes the situation. As I slide into the booth, I let my legs spread, giving another view. We sit across from one another. I open my blouse so only he can see my nipples. I am turned on. 

After eating, I again give him a view as I slide out of the booth. He gets another eyeful as he holds the car door for me. 

As you can imagine, when we got home we went right to the bedroom. As a little more incentive for him, I decided to talk real dirty. Telling him to slide his hard dick in me, to slide his hard dick in my cunt, give me that dick, fuck me, fuck my cunt with that hard dick. He did. I was once again filled with cum. 



Short Cover



TMX's PCR had reached abyssmal low in just one session. Resistance bands had become a joke. I was having mild heart attacks every few seconds. With the level of open position I was carrying, at that moment I had the ability to bring Baring down several times over. Obviously bosses had no clue. I was max-screwed. Closed with $ 158 mn loss. More than 10 times my position limit. Audit was going to slow fuck me.

I was gardened immediately thereafter. This happened just along with the big crash. Bill called. I remember it was 12th August. "Get your ass up here in 15." It was my interview with the audit team. I had to go to room Ivy. I straightened my tie, put on a sombre face, and moved forward. "May I come in", I said timidly. "Yes", came a determined female voice. I peeped inside. Camilla!!

What was she doing here??! I was shitting bricks now. Camilla was my senior from school. Perfect bombshell with superbitch attitude. We slept together twice, and not once did my back leave the sheets. Gold medallist, slept with almost all boys...and I heard many girls...dean's favourite and ultimately handpicked by DBJ. We didn't go along well, I understand because of the minimal "impact" I made on/ in her. I was her "li'l man" as she would say a thousand times to make me go cherry red.

Why, how is she here in this room? "Camilla, what a pleasant surprise!!" I managed to say as I walked in. Did I see that sinister smile or was my mind pre-empting. 

"Hi Jules! So nice to see you."

"Hi Camilla. How come you are here?"

"Well, I joined Bowell Peckers last month as the Audit head here. This is my first assignment." Oh, that killer smile again. She had not aged at all in these last 7 years. Her skin was as taut was ever, with that shiny nose and glistening lips. Hair was streaked and straightened and looked much sexier. Her figure was much more athletic than before.

"How's life been with you, Jules?" My trance broke with her sweet voice.

"Well I've been with BP ever since school. Rose through the ranks, sort of. But obviously nowhere near superachievers like you. Have a loving wife, Bella. What about you? You've joined BP from DBJ??!"

"I was more or less stagnant at DBJ. This offer was much nearer home, and I guess, gives me at least 7-8 years straight lift, career and money wise. So I took it."

"Wise decision. Congratulations!! So, what about family? Are you married?"

"No. Didn't have the time to settle down. Career was, and is, my only priority right now. But, ya, girls do have their flings, don't they, my "l'il man"?", she winked and twinkle laughed. You could have sewn a red sweater out of me at that time. I just kept looking at the glass of water in front of me.

"So, Jules. Let's get down to business. I guess you know why we are here. I would like to hear your part of the story."

"Yes, sure, Camilla. Well, as you know, those days saw very volatile sessions. The dynamic hedging I was doing was based on the model prepared by our portfolio analytics and research unit around 10 years back. Unfortunately once TMX's VIX crossed 32, the model stopped working, and I was totally mislaid. I have all the workings to show and explain..."

"Jules, dear, stop... You know that I have been handling sovereigns at DBJ all these years with portfolios as large as BP's entire book. So, please don't give me that bull. Come clean, and we will see how to handle the situation."

I sat resigned. It was true. Who was I trying to fool. It was Camilla who taught me basics of derivatives at school. "I trust you Camilla. Please help me, for old times sakes. The truth is, I got screwed bad. One large bad trade, and I kept on trying to average the cost with the hope it was an aberration. Papers at mid office were managed, so much so that I had run up almost $ 300 mn. Thankfully I was able to recoup some losses. I was just afraid when I first saw the $ 22 mn loss. I was afraid I would lose my job, Bella, everything. I tried to save myself, but got deeper into the quicksand." Surprisingly, my eyes were moist. Yes, I was no mean street bargain monger. I was a respectable educated trader, who just ran into tough times.

"Hmm. Jules, I always told you back then, trading is not for you. You need balls to trade. You should have come clean with the initial loss, which was not way above your limits. In the worst case you would have lost a couple of years' bonus and maybe a couple of promotions. But, at least you wouldn't have been weeping today like a sissy."

I was shocked, ashamed, humbled and red-faced by those words. Were they true? Was I, after all a ball-less sissy, trying to survive in a "man's world" in vain. "Please help me, Camilla, please." This was all I could muster.

"Bella and you are coming to my place tonight for dinner. We will discuss what has to be done. Bella needs to be fully involved, as she is equally affected."

"I agree with you. Both of us will meet you tonight. Thank you so much, Camilla, dear."

I rushed straight back home, and updated Bella about the meeting with Camilla. For the first time in last two months, I could see some rays of hope in her eyes. Guilt was weighing hard on my shoulders. My irresponsible actions had brought tears to my dearest. I so wanted to set things right again. I kissed her forehead, and spoke to her gently, "Darling. I know Camilla well. She is very smart and if she says she can save us, then she definitely would. Let us meet her tonight to figure out how." Then on impulse, I bent down and kissed her feet. "Baby, I have given you lot of tears these last couple of months. I have not been a good husband. You always wanted a peaceful, stable life, and I always kept pushing us. I am so sorry, baby. Please forgive me." She didn't say anything. Just kept looking at me, and the feeling was scary, as though she was looking through me, as though I did not exist. Had I lost her already?

We reached Camilla's villa at around 7:30 PM as agreed. She greeted us very warmly, and embraced Bella as though they were long lost sisters. I just managed a semi-formal handshake. Dinner was simple, good and quick. By the end, Bella was thoroughly impressed with Camilla, all that Bella probably wanted to become but never could. We settled on the sofas. Camilla started, "So, Bella, I hope Jules has fully updated you about our today's meeting at office. Well, since Jules is such a dear friend, and you are as much as a sister to me now, I want to see how I can help you guys come out of this situation."

Bella said, "Camilla, dear, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. You are an angel to us. We don't know how we will ever repay you..."

"Oh you will", came the cryptic quip. "Let me get to the details. First of all let me give you some background. Did you know what happened to the Enron employees after it went under? They were obviously in deep shit. Jobs were hard to come by, and at extremely heavy discounts wherever they were. Some righteous ones took the discounts, they are still struggling with their EMIs. Some smart ones took a different route. One industry which never sees sunset is entertainment, and this is where these smart people took shelter in. They featured as men and women of Enron in adult magazines, and made possibly more than had they continued working at Enron in its lost glory." Camilla paused and looked at us. We were aghast. What was she talking about?

She continued. "Now obviously, Jules would not have to balls to take such a daring step. I know him pretty well. Also, am not sure if he will ever get shortlisted by these magazines. Don't you agree, Bella?" She smirked. I was looking at my shoes and at Bella through the corner of my eyes. Bella had turned pale and her mouth was open. Camilla was not continuing. She expected a response from Bella. "Well, Bella?". "I, um, this...Camilla I don't understand."

"I will explain you dear. Jules, honey, can you please make some wine for us." I thanked Camilla in my mind for this. I was going to be ripped apart in my wife's mind. Thankfully it will not be done in my presence. I will wait at the bar till the ladies call me back.

Camilla continued. "Bella, my sis, I will explain everything to you. Jules and I were at the same school. Jules was my junior. I had taken some fancy for him due to his petite features and gentle demeanour. I used to occasionally guide him through some courses. In fact, I advised him totally against entering this industry, as I know it does not suit his personality. One needs to be aggressive, smart, quick thinker, and thick skinned to survive in this industry, and Jules is none of these. Anyways. So, one thing led to another, and we ended up in bed a few times during school. It was a complete letdown. You would know better. I used to call him "my li'l man". I now wonder whether "man" was appropriate. This one time, I was dating a guy called Henry, who was the stud of the school. Jules became so desperate that when I promised him that I will go to bed with him, only if he goes to Henry and sucks his cock in front of me and my girlfriends, he immediately agreed. I had to literally stop him from going to Henry. We then slept together for the last time. Sometimes, I even made him dress in my undergarments and lingerie just for the fun of it. He used to get really tight with all that."

Bella was agape, tranced out. Tears started flowing from her eyes without any restraint. Camilla called me at that time. I came in with wine glasses in hand. Camilla was patting an inconsolable Bella. After some time Bella settled. Camilla asked me to come totally clean with Bella. I went to Bella, went down on my knees, and said, "Bella, dear, I am a faggot, a sissy not worthy of a lady like you. You have put up with me for last five years. I thank you for that, for your time, for your love. Now that you know everything about me, please leave me if you want to. But know this that I will never stop loving you, and hating myself for hurting you." I was crying profusely.

Suddenly I felt Bella catching my cheeks with her hands, and kissing me ardently on my lips, face, ears. After a while, she said, "My dear baby, I love you for what you are. You may be a faggot, a sissy, but I love you. You are my sissy. You have given me so much love as no one has. That is all that matters." We were both now crying like babies. I could see Camilla's eyes were moist too.

"You guys have passed the test with flying colours", Camilla said, surprising us. "With love so profound, nothing can separate you, and together you can surmount problems much harder than today's. I am now going to tell you what you have to do."

"Through my professional and social circles, I know several filthy rich socialites who are very influential and can pull the right strings whenever required. Of course, they won't do it for free. One such socialite is Elena Rodriguez. Elena is the first cousin of Spain's royal family's heir. I understand her estate is worth more than BP and DBJ put together. I advised her on a couple of large ticket investments during the crunch, which have reaped her huge benefits. So, sort of, she owes me a favour. It also helps, that we have been intimate a couple of times. She's a fantastic lover with lithe fit body in amazing shape. I was really hot on her, and she reciprocated well...Anyways."

Bella and I were listening to Camilla transfixed. This was all new to Bella. Women loving each other?!! She was very confused.

Camilla continued. "Now the hitch. Frankly, as I see it Jules and Bella dear, you are of no value for her. If we strike a bargain, we have to show her what she gets in the deal. I am sure you've heard of alternate lifestyles, BDSM etc. Jules, you might want to fill Bella on this later. So, as it happens, Elena is a bi-dominatrix. She has regular parties at her mansion, with her boyfriends and girlfriends, other dommes and pets and slaves. These are much awaited events among the city's gentry. She has also developed a healthy market system for trading of pets and slaves. 

Guys, my proposition is this: As the first step, I take over your ownership. So, basically, Bella dear, we get into a legal arrangement whereby you and Jules become my property for lifetime. You will have no possession, no rights. You would be as good as this sofa we are sitting on.

Then, I demonstrate your capabilities in these parties over a period of let's say 2-3 months. I am sure, I will be able to impress Elena. Once that is done, I will mortgage you and raise as much as possible, which would be more than sufficient to settle your dues at BP, Jules. Till that time, we will continue with some pretence at office. You and Bella will participate in the shows and contests at these events, and also get involved in regular servicing of clients. Your earnings will first go towards servicing the debt, during which time the lender will have first right over you.

Jules, maybe you could add some ideas. We could do repos, wherein I will trade you and Bella with buyback promise for let's say 15 - 30 days, and we could enjoy some capital appreciation as well. Will help in clearing the debt faster. I could take commodity positions with you guys as collateral, just to take advantage of any trading opportunity. There are lots of big traders there. Your boss, Bill Jackman is also a participant. What say?"

Till now we were intently listening to this monologue. Every word was shredding any remaining human dignity from me, and I guess, Bella too. We were holding each other's hands, and I could feel her shivers. I am sure, she did not understand all this fully, but she got the drift. That this was going to change our lives for ever. I was thanking my low sperm levels that I had not been able to father a child till now, otherwise it would have been much more complicated. Bella's and my eyes met when Camilla stopped. Suddenly she hugged me tight, and she whispered in my ear, "Jules, darling, I am with you always. Do what is right, what must be done." I held her tightly for what looked like eternity.

I broke from Bella, and then replied to Camilla, "Camilla. We don't know how to thank you for saving our asses. We fully agree with your suggestions. We are ok with whatever legal arrangements you want to own us. We will do as you say, as you guide. I will use whatever little trading knowledge I have gathered, thanks to you, to improve your return on investment. I shall no longer be a non performing asset. I promise you."

"That's very good", Camilla said. "Now that we have agreed for this arrangement, I shall get the papers prepared. Now let me put down some ground rules which will be our guiding principles. They will form part of the documentation as well.

1. You will sell all your properties, assets etc. and the proceeds will be escrowed to my account. All your bank accounts, trading accounts, credit cards etc. will be closed. You will only have passport and driving licence as proof of your existence

2. You will always address me as "Ma'am" or "Mistress" or "Miss Jones", whether in public or private

3. There will be no male gender between the three of us. Jules will be renamed Julie, or you could suggest a better name maybe. Same will be documented

4. You will dress only whenever I wish and as per my specifications, and at other times you will remain fully naked

5. You will serve my boyfriends and girlfriends with the same dedication that you would serve me. As with any other household item, I may at any point of time choose to lend you to my friends for any period of time. During such time, all my rights shall be enjoyed by my friends as well, and your obligations will continue as before

6. On best efforts basis, I will try to keep you two together always. However, situation may demand you to separately serve clients for some time. You have to be ready for it

Sounds good?"

"Yes, Miss Jones", came my voice. Camilla chuckled, "Good girls. One last point. This is a suggestion. Julie, I know how hard it would be for you to adapt to be a girl. Nature would not let you be at peace. To do justice, you would have to fight nature. Why don't you consider castration? With no testosterone supply, and with external injection of endrogen and other hormones, you would enjoy being a girl much better. In any case, you would not lose much. I am sure you guys would never consider having a baby. Julie would be saved the pain of cleaning up after jacking off. In any case, Julie, you would be milked most of the time...without any seed...eh. What say?"

I was on the verge of crying out of shame. "Miss Jones I am not very sure about this", I said. "Well let me incentivize you. I am ready to foot the bill for $75 mn out of your total loss, right upfront. This way, you will be with lenders for a much lesser period of time, and can save yourselves from unforeseen things lenders and their friends would try on you and Bella." Camilla winked.

I was thinking what to say, when suddenly I heard Bella say, "Jules...Julie...it kind of makes sense. See, when we have already reconciled to this predicament, castration would actually not change anything. In fact, it would definitely be much easier for you to adapt, darling. And $75 mn is a very big amount. I would much rather be with Miss Jones, than with any unknown lenders."

Reality then dawned on me. I would actually not need my balls anymore. Not that I had much them to much use, anyway. Bella and I would spend more time with a known evil then an unknown one. It suddenly started making sense. "Ok, Miss Jones, Bella, I get it now. Miss Jones, I am very thankful to you for this suggestion and the incentive. Could you please help me get castrated?"

"Sure, Julie, I would do that in due course. For now, let me get the paperwork done. Castration and the incentive will be captured in an addendum agreement. Your testes shall be preserved for memory's sake, and will remain in my custody. Good. Let's call it a day then. Meet me here again in three days, and we shall sign the documents and proceed from thereon. Remember to put on red bra and panties for the occasion, both of you. Okay?"

"Okay, Miss Jones. Thank you very much. Good night." We parted. On the way back, Bella and I hugged each other in the taxi. Presently Bella said, "Julie dear, I think Miss Jones is a Godsend for us. She is giving us a new lease of life. We should dedicate the rest of our lives to her comfort and joy. I am very happy things have turned out this way, they could have been much worse. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, baby. I totally agree with you. I am so happy, you have been able to come to terms with this all so quickly. Well, I have to do my bit now. You will help me become a good girl for Miss Jones, won't you darling?"

Bella kissed me on my eyes. "Yes, my sweet baby, I most definitely will."



Short Cuts



Pulling the thin material of my coat closely to me, I smiled and nodded at the bouncers outside the club.

"Leaving by yourself love? Shall we sort you a taxi?"

"I'm OK tonight, thanks anyway. I'm going to walk down and get the bus I think."

"If you're sure love." He growled. 

"Look after yourself," said the other, before shaking his head and muttering, "I wouldn't let my daughter walk home from here."

"Hey, I heard that gramps! I'm old enough to look after myself thank you!" I giggled as I waved goodbye. I'd done this walk so many times I couldn't count anymore. It was an area I came to often just to walk, clear my head.

Tonight was one of those nights, I was so glad to be leaving. I hadn't been in my bed for nearly two days, let alone managed anything resembling sleep. I had literally been dragged out by my best friend. She wanted to go meet some guy and wanted my moral support. I think what she really meant was, 'Please come with me so I don't look pathetic showing up alone.' Once she'd disappeared off, after about twenty minutes, I'd found myself trying to have a good time. A few guys tried to dance and talk to me but I really wasn't in the mood.

Sleep deprivation hits me hard sometimes. It sends my brain into frenzied overdrive. I didn't even have to think too hard about where I was going when I started walking. My body just followed my legs lead, leaving my mind to wonder.

I loved the walk back through London Bridge. The whole area is characterised by the raised, ancient trade railway line. It forms rows of tunnels, some abandoned, with grotty, cobbled, dimly lit streets running through them. Round the corner is the Crossbones Graveyard. An Eighteenth Century unconsecrated burial ground for the 'Winchester Geese.' Prostitutes that lived, worked and died in these very streets.

So much history, it never failed to fill me with a sense of awe. Over the years they estimated over 15,000 paupers and prostitutes were buried there. It was somewhere that my partner and I had stumbled across together whilst on a day out. I think we both had a morbid fascination with this particular part of London's history.

A lot of these tunnels are now being renovated and upgraded in an attempt to modernise the area. These small pockets of history all slowly being demolished, paving the way for shiny new office blocks and unaffordable housing. My train of thought was cut off as I was about to turn down the tunnel that took me to my bus stop. 

I was stopped by a load of barriers set up by building works. For some reason only about two street lamps were working as I peered down. It looked empty, the lamps casting an eerie, orange sulphurous glow and shadows.I hesitated momentarily. Taking a quick check behind me, I snuck through a gap between the barriers, before making my way down the cobbles. 

Builders waste was strewn everywhere as I walked further down. Large sections of the wall had been demolished, revealing the cavernous insides of the buildings normally disguised between the arches, below the railway line. Fascination took over me as I peered into the darkness. I gasped, as I felt a strong arm pluck me from the ground by my waist and spin me around; slamming me against the damp, stinking, crumbling, old brick wall.

Apparently the building crew hadn't all gone home. I didn't feel too threatened and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the two men were wearing boots, hard hats and fluorescent gear.

"I'm so, so sorry.'" I started. "It's just my shortcut to the station. I know I shouldn't hav..."

Suddenly one of the men was stood right in front of me. His immense body blocking my view to the exit and filling my personal space. He simply patted my cheek repeatedly, shaking his head, instantly silencing me. My mouth opened wide and tears pricked my eyes as I went to move his hand away from my cheek.

"Shut up." This first guy said, calmly, almost sweetly. "You shouldn't have been here should you, little lady?" He continued to purr. "I ain't got time for none of your excuses now."

"OK, no excuses yeah, I'll leave now. The way I came, alright?" I said nodding earnestly, my eyes wide with fear.

They looked at each other nodding and exchanged a smirk. My instincts were telling me I had to leave. Now. But there was something about his voice that had me transfixed. I couldn't move despite the feeling of dread; the orange light making them look even more evil, the way it cast shadows over their faces.

I started to edge the way I came, but the other guy appeared blocking my path with his muscular arm. I looked from one of them, to the other, both now silent and licking their lips menacingly. I was trying to slink away when a coursing sensation shot through my scalp. From behind, one of them had grabbed a large section of my hair, twisted it round his hand and had pulled me right up to his face.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to punish you for trespassing. You're not going anywhere little lady."

Trembling, I felt my body go limp and a strange sensation burned in my nipples causing my pubic muscles to clench. That voice was hypnotic.

"But....I....please...?!" I stammered trying to get coherent words out and untangle his hands from my hair. He simply shook me, pulling my neck back, spinning me around so he could growl into my ear.

"SHUT. UP. Be good. Sort out me and Jimmy like a good girl, and we'll send you on your way." 

Inhaling deeply to try and stem the flow of tears streaming down my face, I ran through my options. Shouting was pointless there was no one around. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to get hurt. The easiest way out seemed to be obedience. 

"OK." I said looking down at my feet, whatever fight I had drained from me.

He turned me back around, pushing me down on my knees, onto the cold cobbled pavement so I was eye-level with his crotch. He pulled out his cock; the bulbous head looked at me menacingly, glistening with pre-cum. He rubbed it in circles around my mouth and over my cheeks. I was trembling and kept leaning vainly trying to keep it away from me. Using his free hand he lightly held the hair at the back of my head to hold it still, and continued rubbing his hardening erection over my face. I could hear Jimmy laughing as I looked up at his friend, pleading with my eyes. 

"Oi, Mark, you reckon her pussy's wet yet?" 

"I bet the dirty little bitch is mate." 

I opened my mouth to argue, resulting in sharp tap round the face and Mark's now solid cock pushing its way past my lips. Controlling me by my hair, he moved my mouth up and down his cock, forcing it further and further down my throat. I hated giving head. I could never breathe properly and I had a very strong gag-reflex. 

Gasping for air between his thrusts, made fresh tears begin to flow down my face. As I continued to do my best to suck it, I felt Jimmy grab me by my hips, pulling me up to a right angle. I wished I hadn't worn such a short skirt as I felt the cool air of the tunnel around my ass. 

I felt my heat beat harder and a surge through my body, as his rough hands felt up my bare legs. It was making my knees tremble. Reaching my panties his fat finger began to probe around the edges, wriggling inside to find the heated, moist contents. 

I almost choked on Marks cock as Jimmy dipped his finger straight into my cunt, swirling it around. Next thing I felt was his hand smearing my juices on my face.

"Look at that! She fucking loves it mate, she's dripping like a tap!" Jimmy said moving to rub his hand up and down my slit.

"I should make you beg for Jimmy's cock in you while I fuck your face." Mark chuckled, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Strands of thick, stringy saliva broke as he did so leaving my chin glistening and covered. 

I'd always thought that this was something I wanted. To be dominated. Not in control. How could a woman have all control removed, yet, still get off on it? If my pussy was anything to go by, apparently it was very possible. But the tears still rolled down my cheeks with the humiliation of what they were asking me to say. 

"Please, please. Fuck me while I suck his cock." I murmured, looking down at the floor. Mark grabbed me roughly by the jaw with both hands so I was looking at Jimmy. 

"Tell him properly; tell my friend, what a dirty little slut you are, and how much you want him to fuck you like one."

I sniffed, trying to nod, looking at Jimmy. "Please, I am a dirty little slut." 

"And what, little slut?" He said, stroking my hair with a compassion tinged with such menace I shuddered.

"And. And I want you to fuck me like a dirty whore, while he fucks my face." I croaked. 

"Good little girl." He whispered, as he gently pulled my face back onto his cock. He started to grope around my chest, searching under the material of the jacket. Reaching what he wanted, he grabbed at one of my tits, pulling it out of my bra. He was roughly twisting the nipple while my screams were muffled by his cock, going in and out of my mouth. 

Jimmy's hands were back at my panties, this time, ripping them off. He swirled his coarse finger in my wet cunt again, before abruptly withdrawing it. After hearing the rustle of his trousers, I could feel the head of his cock moving up and down my slit before pausing at the hot entrance to my pussy.

I yelped onto Mark's cock as Jimmy rammed the entire length of his cock into me, his balls swaying, brushing against the sensitive skin between my thighs. He remained there for a second, leaning into me closer he whispered.

"You ready bitch?"

I could do nothing but pathetically whimper into Mark's cock as Jimmy started to relentlessly pound me from behind. I could feel the cock in my mouth twitching and pulsating and I looked up at Mark. His head was rolled back, eyes shut, mouth slightly agape. His hand moved to the base of his cock and he started to stroke in time with the movement of my mouth.

Grunting, he looked down at me. Pulling his now purple, saliva soaked dick out my mouth. I managed to scrunch up my eyes before he sprayed globs of bitter, hot cum all over my face. Holding his softening cock he smeared his semen all over my face before feeding it into my mouth. 

All the while, Jimmy was still pounding into me. Now his mate was finished up, he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me into a standing position. My back arched allowing his cock to move into me even deeper. Hardly able to disguise my pleasure now, Mark stood and watched for a minute with his cock still in his hand.

Jimmy maneuvered so one hand was covering my neck while the other moved to my chest. He took it in turns to squeeze and twist each nipple, teasing them both into hard points. I was trying so hard to fight the swelling, hot feeling in my clit and groans of pleasure escaping my mouth. 

"Let's switch places in a bit. I wanna feel how wet her slutty little pussy is too." Mark said still stroking his cock lightly, clearly getting excited at what he was watching.

"Come on little bitch, come clean all your slut juice off my cock now so I can cum all over your whore face too." Jimmy snarled, his cock making a sickening, slurping sound as it was pulled from my pussy. 

I couldn't explain what had happened to me. I was in a trance. The gaping hole his cock had left in my pussy was aching for something to fill it. I greedily turned to Jimmy's cock and started licking and sucking taking care with the sensitive top. I could smell myself on him, and though it should have disgusted me, I could feel myself gushing. 

The sight of me so turned on, covered in his cum, had got blood rushing back to Marks cock. I could feel his giant head now at the entrance to my cunt, and whimpered. My body had entirely betrayed the rational thoughts of my brain. 

"Fucking hell. Absolutely dripping! She's absolutely gagging for it." Mark said as he felt up and down my pussy, pinching my clit.

I was ashamed at how badly I wanted him; I had to force myself from pushing back onto his dick. He rubbed my round, firm buttocks almost lovingly, before sharply spanking alternate cheeks. I squealed as each slap fell down on me, sucking hard on Jimmy's cock to try and numb the pain. 

I could feel him lining himself up against my pussy carefully. He forced in his full length and massive girth, ripping into me, causing a confusing pain that seemed to course through the rest of my body as pleasure. I squealed and my body shook, overcome with having two cocks filling me up at the same time. Mark pulled his cock almost all the way back deliciously slowly, before shoving himself hard and fast, into my lubricated hole. He continued to fuck me slow and hard. 

"So, little lady you gonna come walking down blocked off roads again?" I heard one of them say. 

I started shaking my head furiously, my mouth too full of Jimmy's dick to speak. He started fucking my face now, grabbing my neck, feeling and prodding his cock further into my throat, almost gagging me. It forced my eyes to bulge and fresh hot tears to trickle down my face, but I was held in place by Marks cock from behind. 

Gagging, I felt Jimmy's cum shoot straight into my belly, tears still streaming down my face as I struggled for breath, while Mark was fucking me mercilessly from behind. They high-fived each other over me as Jimmy freed my neck. Pulling his cock from my throat he pulled up his trousers with a deep, happy sigh. 

Mark grabbed my hair holding onto me, controlling my body like a jockey would a horse. He pulled my head back so hard it made my spine arch, forcing his cock into me so deep I almost passed out. He moved a hand to my clit massaging and pinching it sending waves of pleasure running through me again.

By now my body had totally succumbed to the abuse, I hadn't realised but I was groaning in pleasure. With increasing speed and ferocity Marks cock slid in and out of my soaking wet, hot cunt. Time sped till it was a blur, and I couldn't fight what my body had been building up to. I shook and screamed as an intense orgasm racked through me.

My pussy felt as though it had actually sprung a leak, my juices running out and trickling down his balls. My strong pelvic muscles were clenching around his cock, squeezing and massaging it. 

"Fuuuucking hell!" He yelled, as his balls started to flex and twitch again unexpectedly. Mark grabbed my hair again using it like some sort of support while he continued to fuck me hard from behind. He suddenly took his cock out and pulled me upright, spinning me round, then back down onto my knees in front of him. I knew what to do now; he almost looked like he was in pain as I sucked hard on his cock. Bobbing my head back and forth, flicking my tongue in circles round the sensitive top.

My hands moved to stroke my engorged clit, deftly moving my fingers till I was on the brink of orgasm again. Before I knew it his balls started pumping out what spunk was left into my mouth. Gagging on his cum, I let most it dribble down my chin as he let me slip to the floor spent and exhausted.

I closed my eyes for a second before looking up. I grinned, and both men offered me their arms and pulled me up from the floor.

"That was exactly how I dreamed that it would happen!" I sighed happily.

Mark smiled and handed me a tissue to clean up my face. 

"It was a great little spot you chose, Sweetheart."

Jimmy joined in. ­­­­­­"Did you like the builders costumes?!"

"I was actually quite scared till I saw your faces, nice touch." I winked.



Short Lived Reunion



Josie was nervous. Today was the day she would see Owen again. They had not seen each other in eight years. They had worked together when Josie had been transferred to the plant where Owen worked. She had been sent there for a maternity leave replacement. The lady she was replacing had had a very difficult pregnancy and had had to stop working in the third month so Josie had spent a total of 18 months at that other plant. And during that time a strike by the union workers had forced the staff to work different jobs. 

Josie was a payroll specialist and, with an aptitude for science and learning, had been put on shift as the lab technician. Owen was the control room operator and thus the team leader. The strike had lasted 6 months and, at first, Josie was put on another crew. But after the first month, with a fourth crew trained, Josie had ended on Owen's crew. Owen had pushed Josie to become not only an excellent lab technician but also a team player, helping the rest of the crew with basic inspections and interventions in the field.

On a personal level, Josie had been smitten with Owen right from the start. But finding out he was in a relationship, she had kept her attraction in check and had never acted on it. However, with the months of working closely together, they had become quite close and the friendship had survived the distance when Josie had returned to her original plant. They had exchanged e-mails regularly and in the last few months, when the IT group had changed their e-mail software to one that included a chat function, they had chatted a lot. 

During their chats, there had been a lot of flirting. And finally, Josie had admitted her crush on him. To her surprise, he admitted having a similar crush on her! He had told her that he and his girlfriend were together more out of convenience than anything and that this was the reason they had never moved in together. Over time, some of their chats had bordered on inappropriate and had caused them both to blush but it had also made them smile. 

When Owen had found out he was going to her plant for a two-day technical meeting, he had immediately told her about it. They had made plans to get together for the night after the first day as he had to fly back immediately after the second day's meetings. And so today was THE day and Josie found herself very nervous.

On the one hand, she wanted nothing more than to feel Owen's arms around her and make love with him. On the other hand, she was filled with apprehension. What if it didn't click? What if it clicked too much? What if he saw her and didn't want her anymore? What if, what if, what if!

Knowing that Owen was in the building, Josie was on pins and needles. It wasn't until lunch time that he finally showed up at her door, led by one of her co-workers. 

"Hi!" Josie said, suddenly forgetting all about her nerves and feeling her crush revving up like an engine.

"Hi." Owen appeared nervous himself.

"Come on in!"

Owen walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Come here, big guy, I want a hug."

That broke the ice and Owen put his arms around Josie and held her for a while. Then he whispered "You're wearing the same perfume."

"You had noticed?"

"Oh yes. And for the record, I really like it. It smells really nice on you."

"Thank you."

Then, they released each other slightly, just enough to face each other. Owen bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Josie kissed him back, both of them tentative at first. Then, as if all tension had suddenly melted away, their lips locked and they had their first real kiss, their tongues finally meeting.

The passion between them rose but then a phone rang in the next office, reminding them of where they were. They reluctantly pulled away from each other and Josie reached on her desk and handed Owen a folded paper.

"What's this?"

"Directions. After your group dinner, give me a call and come to my place."

"I guess directions are a good idea!"

Josie smiled and gave him a quick kiss and then said "Go back to your meeting before we forget where we are."

Owen smiled and left.

The magic was still there. Even though they had never hugged or kissed before, any time they had touched, either accidentally or somehow during the course of their work, Josie had always felt like a current was going through them. That current was there again only this time, she felt it in her whole body, not just her fingers or other isolated body part.

The afternoon was long. Josie had trouble concentrating, distracted by the anticipation of the evening to come. After the day was over, Josie went home, had a quick and light dinner and then hopped in the shower. She then took time to smooth her long brown hair and put on some perfume and change into a low cut summer dress. Josie was glad that it was indeed summer as it meant less layers to remove on the way to pleasure. The thought made her smile. As she went back to the living room and watched tv while waiting for Owen to call.

Unfortunately, as the clock ticked on, her nervousness returned. Could it be that he wasn't coming? Could it be that he'd been disappointed? As her anxiety rose, Josie started to pace in her living room. When the door bell rang, Josie practically jumped out of her skin. She went to the door and was surprised to find Owen there, with a single red rose in his hand.

"I decided not to call and just show up, I hope that's okay." Owen hesitated.

Realizing they were still in the door, Josie waved him in and closed the door behind him.

Owen pulled her into his arms and just held her for a while. Then he asked "Are you as nervous as I am?"

"More"

"Mmmm, that's what I thought. Why don't we just go sit in your living room and talk and see where that leads?"

Josie nodded and pulled away and led him to the living room. After putting the rose in a narrow vase and thanking him, she sat next to him on one of the love seats and asked him where he'd had dinner. The conversation was hesitant at first but soon, it was like they were sitting in the control room, just talking and relaxing. Mostly they reminisced about various funny moments during their work together. 

Then, Owen reached for her hair. "Do you realize this is the first time I ever see your hair down? You always wear it in a braid. I like it."

As he played with her hair, Josie relaxed and smiled. Owen pulled her to him and started kissing her. Josie responded to the kiss and finally knew that this was right. Gone was the nervousness she'd felt earlier. This really felt right. To finally be with Owen, the man she'd had feelings for since the day they'd met. Josie felt that Owen was relaxing too and she pulled back, breaking the delicious kiss they'd been sharing. Owen gave her a questioning look. Without a word, Josie got up and, grabbing his hand, pulled him up and toward the bedroom.

They silently made their way to the bedroom where Josie had pulled back the covers on the bed. Once in the room, Josie turned to face Owen and rose up on her toes to kiss him, her free hand reaching for his neck. Feeling his soft hair through her fingers, she pulled him closer and parted her lips to invite him in. Letting go of her hand, Owen put his arms around her waist and held her tightly against him, feeling her heat through their clothes. 

While they were kissing, Owen let his hands roam. One hand went lower, caressing her rump while the other moved higher and towards her breast. Feeling his hand over her breast, Josie moaned softly. Her own hand started moving and she reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, pushing it up. Understanding what she wanted, Owen pulled back and quickly removed his t-shirt. Immediately, Josie ran her hands through the hair on his chest, licking her lips in anticipation. She the lightly kissed him on various spots on his chest, finally focusing on his nipples and teasing them. Owen played in her hair while she made him shiver and moan quietly. Then he reached for her shoulders and tried to push the fabric off her shoulders. Josie turned around and pointed to the zipper that held the dress around her body. He quickly pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, leaving her in a matching set of lacy bra and panties. Turning her around, he gasped when he saw the front.

The bra pushed up her large breasts enticingly and invitingly. Owen bent over and kissed the top of one breast while caressing the other.

"As beautiful as this is, it won't stay on long." He told her.

Josie smiled and reached behind her to undo the hooks of the bra herself. As the bra fell, Owen pulled it off and tossed it on her dresser. He then proceeded to caress, kiss and suck on her breasts, causing her to moan loudly.

His hands reached down, pushing her panties down and he maneuvered her to the bed, pushing her down on it. Josie, sat back on the bed and raised her feet off the floor to allow the panties to fall and free her legs. Owen didn't waste any time and parted her legs, heading straight for her core. He kissed his way up her leg and thigh and gently parted her folds to allow himself access. Feeling his tongue on her lower lips, Josie couldn't help but raise her hips off the bed, seeking his touch further, seeking delicious pressure on her most sensitive point.

Sensing her need, Owen happily obliged, pressing, teasing, but most importantly pleasing as evidenced by her moans and groans and most importantly by the way her hips bucked under his expert tongue. Owen had to hold her hips still once he focused on her clit and pushed her to the edge and beyond. He relaxed his grip and kissed her thighs tenderly as she came back to earth. Then, he made his way up her body, kissing and caressing the whole way.

He laid down beside her on the bed and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips and reached for his belt. As they kissed, she undid the belt, the button and the zipper of his jeans. She pushed the jeans down but encountered too much resistance from the fact that he was laying down. He pushed himself up and off the bed to remove his jeans and Josie followed him. Kneeling in front of him, she grabbed his already hard cock as soon as it was free. 

"Mmmmm, this looks good." Josie said as she again licked her lips in anticipation. Her hand stroked his length which was not too long, not too short. "Just perfect" she thought. She made her way closer and kissed the tip of his cock. Now, it was his turn to moan. As she pulled his hardness into her mouth, he reached for her hair, pulling it away from her face. As she took him in, he felt her tongue teasing the tip and the sensitive spot right under the tip. She then focused on taking as much of him into her mouth as she could and then backing off. Soon, his hands were setting the pace and Josie was enjoying him doing so. She licked and sucked and stroked his hard cock, enjoying every minute of it. Then, abruptly, he stopped her from moving and pulled her away, saying "I want to be inside you. I don't want to come this way, not so soon."

Josie stood up and reached for his neck, kissing him. They fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing each other's body. As they had already decided that his vasectomy was good enough birth control and they trusted each other, they didn't need a condom. Owen pushed her down and positioned himself between her legs. Without breaking their kiss, he pushed against her and she felt the tip of his hard cock at her entrance. Wanting this as much as he did, she raised her hips against his and helped him slip in. In unison, both of them sharply breathed in and then moaned their pleasure at finally consuming. 

At first, the tempo was slow, Owen kissing and caressing Josie non-stop. Josie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as deep as he could go. For a while, they took their time, enjoying each other's bodies. Then, their pace increased and soon, they were at the point of no return. As her orgasm built, Josie tightened her muscles around his shaft and increased the delicious friction between them. Then, it hit her and she really clamped down on his cock. Feeling the constriction was his undoing and he groaned his release too.

When they slowed, they cuddled and pulled the covers over themselves. Then, Owen whispered "Get some sleep, I want more of this in the morning."

Smiling, Josie could only moan her approval "Mmmmm" as she cuddled closer and fell asleep.

The next morning, as promised, they made love again, trying a few positions. Then, they had to get up, shower and get to work. After his meetings, Owen stopped by her office for a quick kiss and he held her for a while before leaving. Their reunion was short lived but left such beautiful memories.