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Up And Down

By: Themoodyone



Don't tell me that 40 is the new 30, because if that's true my soon to be ex-husband wouldn't be looking to trade me in for a younger model. He moved out, leaving me our 65th floor Manhattan apartment. Though it was the first time since college that I had lived alone, I assure you I felt very secure with the 24hr. security officer posted in the lobby. 

The new day guard was an attractive super hero type; strong and rippled under his uniform, always very cordial. Soon after he started working there, I began to relish every opportunity to flirt with him. Mostly because like my husband's new play thing, he was almost half my age and I received some limited satisfaction when he shyly enjoyed the attention. He would tell me "Good day m'am." and I would purse my lips and smirk, agreeing with a slow nod and my head cocked to the side. He would smile and quickly avert his eyes. When I told him I noticed his new hair cut or how nice he looked in a tie, he would politely thank me, and shift uncomfortably, in the most adorable way. This went on innocently enough for quite a while. 

The other morning, while alone in the elevator on my way out for my deposition in the divorce hearings, I dropped my lipstick. Bending over in my "look at what you're missing" deep V neck top, I realized that the security camera had a birds eye view of my generous cleavage. I gambled that he was at his post closely watching all of the monitors and hiked up my skirt to smooth the lace on my stocking. Then I applied my lipstick and blew a kiss to the camera.  Passing the security desk on the way out, I slyly asked him if there was anything interesting on TV. He bit his lip and released a half a nervous laugh as I flit a few fingers at him in a casual waive goodbye. 

For the next week, I enjoyed teasing him every time I found myself alone in the elevator; sometimes even briefly exposing my breast as I pretended to fix the placement of my bra. Other times I rubbed myself between the legs, enjoying a brief "private" moment. Playing with him this way made me feel empowered and sexy, especially while in the midst of my ugly divorce. Ever the polite young gentleman, he always kept his interactions respectful and professional. I planned to continue my games with him until I got bored. 

One morning, as the elevator doors began to close, a hand slid in between them and they quickly sprung open. My sexy and usually timid guard stepped in and boldly hit the emergency stop button. He wasn't in his uniform and sported a washed out Army issue T-shirt and jeans instead. He wasn't wearing that sweet, shy smile either. I could feel his anger permeating from his pores. Shoving me up against the elevator wall, he informed me that he had been dismissed yesterday morning. It seemed that my particularly forward display in the elevator that day had caused him such a hard on, that it was noticed by an elderly resident when he rushed to hold the door for her. Pressing me into the panel, he was inches from my face when he told me it was all my fault.  

I was startled by this utter contrast and his brazen actions. I gripped the rail behind me, and as he began to creep his hand up my thigh, I realized that I was actually becoming aroused by his sudden brutish behavior. He didn't give me a chance to apologize, he didn't give me a chance to say anything at all. His tongue was in my mouth and silencing any remarks I might have, witty or otherwise. I kissed him back, if that's what you could call it. Our mouths were wet and sloppy over each other in feverish impatience. Just as I began to take some of the control back by cupping his face with my hands, he grabbed my wrists and yanked one arm toward him, spinning me around and pinned my hands behind my back.

Holding my wrists with one hand he pushed up my skirt and passed his other hand into my panties. I could not see him, but I could hear him slurp his fingers, tasting my wetness which was compounding by the minute. Still pinning me, he pulled my panties to the side and dragged his tongue over my crevice, as I struggled to keep my balance in my designer heels. 

When he had enough, he directed me to turn around and pushed me onto my knees.  I did not need further instruction and knew exactly what he wanted. After unleashing his youthful and rigid cock, I looked up at him and drew it into my mouth. A smile crossed his lips, yet not the introverted, nervous smile I was accustomed to. This wickedly confident smirk was broken only by his repeated commands for me to continue my duty as he guided my head to do so.

Once again, his show of domination sparked me inside and I became impatient to have him inside of me. I began to beg and plead for him to satisfy my growing need, but he was relishing his new found power too much to accommodate. He proclaimed that I would have to make him want me more than I wanted him. I conspired to make this so, and began to wrap my lips around his smooth tip and tease him softly. My plan was effective and in no time he was scooping me up by the waist and propping me onto the rail. 

He threw my legs apart and pulled my panties to the side once more. Bracing me against the paneled wall, he proceeded to thrust himself inside my dripping cunt. I bit my lip, and he exhaled roughly, as we rocked back and forth in a tangle of arms and legs. He slammed into me with such sweet intensity that my last call for "harder" was breathless and spent. 

As I felt a warm surge enter my depths, I held his face again a discovered that his expression had become sweet and shy again. I pulled him closer to kiss him softly. Instead, seemingly disturbed by what had just happened, he pushed away and dislodged the emergency stop button. In a moment the doors slid open and he was jogging down the hall towards the stairs, fixing his pants as he escaped. I exited also, and re-entered my apartment to clean myself up. 

I was stunned and amazed by what had just happened, and doubted that I would ever see him again. On the ride down one hour later, I realized that the camera had been trained on us the entire time. Once in the lobby I noticed that there was a new young man on staff behind the security desk. He seemed unable to look at me directly in the eye, but that nervous smile told it all.

Up And Down



My name is Ms. Layla Smith, and I am, as you might say, a lady of negotiable affection. This is quite wrong indeed. My price is rarely negotiable, since the customers willing to negotiate obviously are not wealthy enough to afford me. I am a true professional, discreet and perfect in every manner a gentleman could ask for. I know what they want before they even know it themselves, when to smile, when to stare, when to lie, when to be the ever so modest little flower, and when to be the seductress, the dominatrix. 

Men pay dearly for these skills, and my patrons have turned me into a very wealthy woman indeed. I am afraid that I may be the best whore in London, and the best madam. It takes me but one look at a new girl to know her assets, her ever so charming talents that will make customers pay for the benefit of her company. If a customer favors the pretty and coquette, I will give him Madeleine, who has the face of an angel and the manners of a young, aristocratic heartbreaker. 

If the gentleman in question enjoys his girls shy and petite, I will bring him Juliette, who is but a child in body and manners and has the loveliest blush. If he likes them fiery and demanding, he will be brought the pleasure of Sharina, a curvaceous young woman with the most exquisite temper and a sex that will leave him sore for days. But when a man wants a woman, hot-blooded and full, with the waist of a sylph, I will give him myself. He will never leave my bed unsatisfied.

The tale I am about to tell you is about one of my more particular customers, a charming man with whom I have made an acquaintance. I will not give you names or indicating marks, but leave him as anonymous as he expects me to.

When he first walked into my establishment, a well-dressed gentleman with a face as long and slender as his form, I knew that his tastes would be demanding, perhaps even excessively so. His eyes were calm and controlled which is a sign as good as any that the gentleman in question is a man of the world, and thus has certain desires which cannot be fulfilled in the company of simple girls. 

I greeted him at the door, placing a glass of champagne in his gloved hands and asked him to tell me his business. He asked to see my girls, and I called them in, making them stand in a row for him to choose. While inspecting them, he made extensive use of his cane, lifting a chin, patting a waist, lifting a skirt to inspect the leg of the girl in question. With a wrinkled brow he turned to me.

"I am afraid that none of these girls are to my liking, Madam. They are, indeed, a fine line of pretty faces, but I doubt that any of them would be able to act accordingly when faced with my more peculiar desires."

I assured him that they were all very well trained for every need a gentleman might have, and that all that really should guide his decision was his taste in hair and face, in the style of body he preferred, but he shook his head, eyeing me.

"I believe, dear Madam, that I could not possibly choose any one of them. They are all pretty flowers, but I am a man; I need a woman, a rose which can sting me, dig her thorns deep inside my flesh as I pluck her. Is it too much of me to ask to take your services in regard instead of those of your girls? Your complexion is most becoming, and I believe that we can make good use of each other."

With a smile, I accepted. He had, indeed, inflamed my curiosity and I am but a woman, even though I am used to the lustful gazes of men, his choosing of me above the young and pretty girls in my establishment had made me look at him with sympathetic eyes. He offered me his arm, and we left together, into the more private quarters of the house.

I had chosen the red room for this encounter, finding the flowing velvets and heavy gold framed mirrors suitable for a man of his fiber. Still smiling, I faced him, stroking my hand over my tightly laced corset and up to the breasts, very full in contrast to my wasp-thin waist. He shot me a glance, a short sign of confirmation, and thus he began to speak.

"I am not interested in your manners, Ms. Smith. I am not interested in whore's folly or the skills you have to please. I want to meet you in a battle of wills, Ms. Smith, a game to which I am sure you are most suited." He said as he opened his neck tie.

"And of what might this game consist, Sir?" I asked, in my most well-modulated mezzo soprano.

He stopped to watch me, a clear, green gaze fastened in the shallow waters of my own.

"Oh, I believe we will get along splendidly, Madam. I really hope that you do not wish me to explain the details of my appetites to you. I am, myself, a rather strong-willed person, and as most of my sort, I despise the modest, pleasing nature of women. On the other hand, I am not effeminate. All I expect from you is to be like a man, and that I will, as well, act as one. I will do with you as I please, and you will do me the very same favor. May the best man win."

My face had twisted during his short speech, and with a challenge burning in my eyes, I held his gaze, raised an eyebrow as I flicked open the button of my petticoat. As it fell to the floor, I was left wearing nothing but my shoes, the silk stockings, my corset and silk chemise beneath it. The hair around my sex was elaborately trimmed without losing its generosity, silky black against the paleness of my skin, and so was the hair under the arms, shaped flat and trimmed of all abundance.

"I believe, sir that you may have gotten far more than you bargained for." I said with a confident smile.

Falling to the knees, I raised my well-manicured hands to the fly of his grey pants and opened it, one button at a time. To my delight, he had prepared well, no underwear restricting the swell of his penis, and I examined it thoroughly with my fingertips, a statuesque pillar of perfect size and fit in my hand. 

He was a gentleman of clean habits, and I felt no hesitation in placing my tongue upon the glans, tasting the sweetness of the thin skin and the opaque liquid making my lips shine with the redness and gloss of a lacquer. Tasting the pleasures of a clean, well-formed man was but one of the benefits of my profession, and one I savored dearly. I have been known to consume men of a size most girls can only dream of fitting into their tiny mouths. To my surprise, he did not seem to react overtly to my efforts, but watched me coldly from above.

"I do not believe you have taken my words seriously, Madam. I wanted you to put your wanton desires first, thus rendering me capable to achieve my own through sheer force in a battle between equals." He said in a cool voice.

Cruelly, I placed my teeth around his shaft, meeting his eye. My mouth was pressed fiercely shut against the pale penis, a threat of the pure power I exercised by keeping his manhood in a firm bite. As the flesh gave way under the pressure of my teeth, his eyes widened, the hands grasped my hair, trying to pull me away. When his strength was too much for me to muster, I released his cock from its imprisonment, challengingly watching his face.

"And I do believe you have not taken my intentions seriously, Sir. I see the tasting of a man's flesh as the utmost sign of dominance, and it pleases me intensely knowing that I have the choice whether to give him great pleasure or render him incapable for the rest of his life. I will not let you bereave me of this." I replied.

His smile was not in the least comforting, a twisted lip and raised eyebrow combined in an expression rendering the handsome face nothing short of fell.

"In that case, Madam, it will be my pleasure to feed your appetite."

With a strong hand he forced my head down, pushing the stiff limb mercilessly into the wetness of my mouth. I could not move, so strong was his grip of my head and hair, and he alone was able to choose the rhythm and depth of his rape of my face and mouth. When I decided I had given enough, I once again bit down on the root of his shaft, and as the sudden pain loosened his grip for but a moment, I broke loose and stumbled to my feet. Face to face we stood gasping for a moment before I pushed him backward, down on the soft eiderdown of the bed. Pinning his hands to the mattress above the handsome face, I straddled him, let my chemise caress his loins and belly with the stiff prick pointing to my bottom.

"I believe that my sir is getting randy. My clit is swollen with desire, and I think that your needs will have to wait." I teased, twisting my ass as to rub the throbbing member against my soft thighs and mound.

Stroking the length of his prick between my legs, I seated myself so that the head was pressing on the sweet source of my desire, enjoying the pleasure of feeling the warm limb working my cunt on the outside, where my pleasure would be far superior to his own. With a twist, he broke free, his hands almost meeting around my waist as he tried to remove me, but I was too indulgent in my pleasures, and he too weak from the sensations of my voluptuous lips caressing him. It was not until I was close to spending that he turned around, making me fall downwards, until I lay on the belly and he was sitting on top of me, short of breath from his weight on my back.

"I believe that the Lady is not properly undressed. I imagine that your bosom is quite lovely, and your form not lacking in any aspect. Why would you shield it from me?" He said triumphantly.

With a harsh pull, he undid my corset, and my wriggling to get loose only hastened its demise. I knew the silken chemise to be revealing enough for him to admire my naked form, and I turned like a captured snake, so that my ass moved in a way irresistible to most men. I was rewarded with a stiff pole pressing in between my thighs, and soon, I felt the head touching my lips as he forced his cock into my cunny. The pleasure was as divine as it was unexpected. A hardened prostitute like myself is hard to arouse, but our power play had heightened my desire to a point where I was unable to move, not only from his weight on my body, but also from true and deep want. 

He pushed his member into me in deep and hard strokes, not fast, but in such a steady rhythm that I felt my head blush and my thighs weaken as I once again felt that I was all cunt, all sex, and that his throbbing cock reached not only my pussy, but my bosom, thighs and face. I felt him stiffen as I spent around him, and he waited, perfectly still, as I clenched him, arguing him to keep on moving, to give me what I so feverishly desired. Instead, he withdrew, without further ado, and started tending my back with soft kisses and caresses, worshipping my skin and shoulders with his mouth.

"I was right, dear Madam. Your form is divine. You did wrong to hide it so greedily from me."

My only retort was to grasp his still hard prick with my right hand, and when I was sure of my grasp, I turned around on the back to watch him fully. He was in an agitated state, the head of his penis red and swollen with a perfectly tight bag forming against the hair of his inner thighs. Keeping the cock in firm hand, I let my other hand stroke lightly over the pouch, watching his eyes close as a slight shudder escaped him.

"Now you have seen me, dear sir. The least you can do is to give me some more of that sweet plunging you have offered me."

Without further ado, I pulled his cock to my mound and pressed myself to him, so that he slid into me completely. Holding him still, I did not move, but let my cunny do the work, and soon he spent lusciously, filling me to the brim with warm sperm. He looked angry, but I did not let him pull out of me. Instead, I held his shaft in a firm grip with my muscles, locking my legs around his loins, and continued to let him feel the firm contractions of my inside. 

Placing a hand on my breast through the chemise, I met his gaze, offering it to his mouth. The sight of my hand around the white hill, full enough to spill out between my fingers, aroused him once more, and I felt him stiffen as my fingers rubbed the amber nipple until it stood like a button through the thin silk. I relaxed, felt his member become stronger, harder and grow to wonderful dimensions inside my slit until I once more was filled up to the brim with cock.

"Would you mind losing your chemise, Madam?" He asked, hoarsely, as he met my gaze once more.

With his throbbing prick inside me, I slowly stroked the chemise off as his eyes greedily followed the movement of the silk over my skin, but as my face was covered in the thin fabric, he took advantage of my helplessness to leave my pussy achingly unattended. Trying to pry off the bonding piece of attire, I felt his hands grasp my bosom, kneading them.

"Dear Madam, what glorious assets you had hidden under that corset. God truly has given you a beautiful front to ravish." He whispered, almost mockingly.

And when the chemise finally fell to the bed beside me, he was already seated on my chest, pressing his shaft between my breasts. It was a delightful sight. He was well equipped with a beautiful, clean shaft and a rounded knob that disappeared entirely between the round globes of my bosom. In a vulgar gesture, I spat down on it, and his eager movements rubbed the spittle to the skin between my breasts. I threw my head back, offering my mouth to the calming air. It had been a long time since I last had such a lover, one that engaged in such spontaneous erotic exercises and demanded that I do the same to my own pleasing.

"You may come in my face!" I gasped.

"If only you promise to keep your rod stiff for my ass. I feel the need for you to fill me up completely, in any conceivable way, and your liquids to trickle down every one of my orifices. And, sir, I will not say please."

With a smile, he hastened, forcing his cock deeper and deeper between my moistened cleft until he spilled his seed and it splashed in forceful spurts over my chin and neck.

"That, Madam, is a fortunate sight, drops of silver over such a pretty face and voluptuous globes. I would truly love to see that face covered in spending's, but I am afraid that I do not have enough to summon at the moment."

My eyes meeting his conveyed nothing but a pure and open challenge as I stroked the sperm from my chin and, lowering my hand, started kneading it between my ample buttocks.

"I just hope that you remember our agreement, sir. I need a prick in my ass as well, and I will not let you leave until you have pumped me so full of your load that my asshole is as dripping as my cunt."

I could see my words take effect on him, but even though his cock was slowly rising once more, he rose himself, pretending to start looking for his pants.

"I am afraid that I am rather satiated at the moment, Madam." He said in a voice so indifferent it fired me with the utmost rage.

"At least, dear sir, take a last look at what you are denying yourself."

I had raised myself on all fours, standing naked on the bed, having even removed my shoes and stockings, everything before his eye was pure, naked skin, flesh blushing with the tender heat of healthy lusciousness. When I knew his eye was caught, I pressed the glistening finger towards my rear orifice and started circling around the blushing flower. He came closer, leaning over me, silently watching my finger slide into the small hole before another followed. I already felt ready for his assault on my rear, but still... 

He needed more time. The surrender I craved was for him to lose the last of his control. I started circling my loins and buttocks, as if my fingers were a penis that I tried to thrust deeper and deeper inside of me, and as I fitted a third finger into my tight nook, my other hand found the clit, and started rubbing it feverishly. He groaned behind me, almost as if in pain, and soon I felt the hardness of his member rest on my buttocks before he violently pushed away my hand and entered me. 

It was no great feat to fit his cock into my ass after such a showing, and he plunged me deep, with hard, almost uncontrolled strokes that made my whole body shake with the force of his fucking. With my finger on the very center of pleasure, it took no time for me to spend, and this time, he didn't stop to tease me, but thrust deeply into my tightest hole while the pleasure forced me to moan and gasp into the pillows. At the time for my second coming with his stiff limb in my asshole he spurted, and we spent together lavishly until we were both exhausted.

"The next time, you will remove your clothing at once. I prefer you in the nude, as should any sound gentleman. And I love these nails of yours, they have scratched me divinely." He said when he bid me farewell.

I need not mention that he is still a customer here at the Dragon Lotus, and that I honor his request to find me in nothing but the flesh when he comes to see me. Or that my nails still leave deep marks in his flesh after each visit.



Up and Down in Overtime



*note: A little fantasy about a human system administrator at a company hiring a new canine-human hybrid for marketing.

*

Okay, I admit, I thought she was cute as a button too and sometimes damned sexy, but I didn't let myself act like a tomcat in heat like some of the others did.

Teena got hired by the boss lady upstairs because she was really good at marketing. And the company needed someone like her to increase our revenue to stay afloat in these meager times.

I think part of her success is that she's hybrid. Part of her genes is canine and it shows in her yellowish eyes, almost black attentive ears and black, lush tail while the rest of her is all woman. Human, that is. And with a majority of the male population having a thing for animal ears and tails, even if they won't admit it, she gets plenty of attention.

Even I noticed it, goiing around the building in my job as the IT guy. From the first day she started here a lot more men visited who usually hardly ever came around here. Some delivered mail or packages that would normally have to be picked up downstairs. Some suddenly paid more attention to their hair, the mess on their desks or the print on their colourful shirts. Hell, even the most stubborn user in the company came by personally for a new mouse when he always insists he has no time to come to me when he needs paper for his printer. If that wasn't an obvious excuse to pass the room where she worked I'll eat my shorts.

There were other women here but either they lacked the right charm or were already married, so she was singled out to be the new centre of attention for the men. I just laughed at their foolish behavior in my mind. Although I had one advantage..

I was the one who set up her account for her, assisted her with the basic organisation of the data on the network, details on the programs she used and thus spend a good part of the first day together with her. I still snicker at the jealous remarks some of the guys gave me afterwards. I also liked her scent. It makes me feel warm inside remembering it.

So, I wasn't completely unaffected by her presence, but I remained calm and kept a friendly business relation with her.

The others kinda drooled over her, no matter how little or how much animal genes they had. They hid it best they could, but it showed.

Not for long though.

***

'Taku? Do you have a moment?'

I looked past a computer monitor at Teena. 'For?'

'I'd like to discuss a change to the website.'

I looked back at the error message at one of the computers. I had to look it up but I suspected I needed to upgrade one of the packages of our administrative software.

'Come by in half an hour. I've got to fix this first.'

'Okay.'

'This can wait.' said Menno, the sales guy and user of this computer.

I figured he wanted to get on her good side by sacrificing his time for hers.

'It can't.' I said and stood up. 'I'd better fix this or it might become a bigger mess.' I exaggerated. 'Coffee's on you.' I told Teena as I passed her desk.

'Yessir.' she joked back and I could sense the looks of a few guys next to me.

***

I had finished upgrading part of the system to get it running smoothly again and took a few minutes to check the latest news when mister Fisker popped his head around the doorway.

'I hear you're discussing changes to the website with miss Summers. Don't take up too much of her time because she has a new campaign idea to finish.' he said and walked off again.

I didn't like him much anyway, but I felt like deleting the important budget calculations from his computer to finally get him to store those on the fileserver where they belonged.

'You're just jealous I get to spend some alone time with a very cute woman.' I said to my monitor, scrolling further down the news page.

The gentle knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts.

'The coffee?' Teena said, holding up two cups.

I smiled. 'Thanks.'

She put them down on my desk while I reached back to pull a chair closer for her, wondering if she might have heard me talking to myself.

'Thanks.' she said as she sat down. 'Did you manage to fix Menno's problem?'

'Yeah, it was nothing serious.' I said and pulled up the website on my left monitor, feeling relieved she hadn't heard what I said.

'I was thinking of moving this part of the site to..' she started and we discussed her ideas and the changes I'd have to make to the site. She knew some of the technical details so it was always a pleasure to talk to her. She also asked for my advise when it came to software that might help her do her job and possible upgrades.

'All right.' she said leaning back into the chair after settling on the changes and the proposal for the boss.

She stretched her legs, planted her feet on my desk, then looked at me. 'Oops! I let myself go.'

I laughed at her blushing face and shook my head. 'Feel free to get comfortable here. Sometimes I take off my shoes and spend the day on my socks.'

'That would be so nice if I could do that.' She said massaging her anckles. 'Spending all day in pumps is killer.'

'Find excuses to come here. I won't mind if you wanted to kick them off here for a while.'

She laughed. 'I might just have to do that.'

The suggestion wasn't entirely for fun, I had to admit. I liked her voice and scent and her firm legs looked fine to me.

'Ah, time to go. I've got to call the ad agency.' she said noticing the time. 'I'll let you know if the boss approves.'

'Okay.'

When she had left I pushed her chair back behind me, feeling the warmth of her body linger for a moment in the seat.

"Ah, we're just friendly." I thought and returned to reading the rest of the news.

***

The next weeks were uneventful. The proposal was approved and I made the changes to the website which she checked. Together with subtle changes to the company logos and stationary, and presence at industry meetings there was enough of a rise in business for the boss to pay for an evening out for everyone and significant others. An evening which marked a change in the mood at work.

You see, Teena never talked much about her personal life and had no photo on her desk like most had. Nobody asked but most expected her to be single, spending a lot of time on work. So when she walked into the restaurant with a handsome man sporting eyes like hers, the friendly coworkers suddenly had mixed feelings. Some disappointment, a little bit of jealousy, a touch of admiration. The admiration coming mostly from the women and the couple of men who were into tall, handsome, dark hair.

She introduced Franz to the people in her office first, then the group of women and then the group of people I was with.

I shook his hand. 'Nice to meet you.'

'Taku does all the IT work and helps me out on that side.'

'Good to meet you. She has mentioned you before.'

'I refuse to say anything further without my lawyer present.' I said and got a laugh out of them.

We talked a little more before sitting down to dinner and spend a nice evening eating and drinking before retiring for the weekend.

***

From that monday on I noticed the heat had died down mostly. Everyone was still friendly, but the hunters had given up on their prey. The guys were a little less pushy in getting on her good side, the office got less visitors and I got the idea things became a little more efficient as well.

Oh yeah, the stubborn guy from downstairs told me he had no time to pick up the paper for the printer so if I could bring it that would be nice.

I understood how they felt, but was glad things got settled down, and I didn't want to change just because she had a serious boyfriend, so we got along just as we've done before. I even suspected she felt more relaxed with the decrease in attention. Whenever she had a chance to meet with me to talk about plans related to IT she came over and always took off her shoes.

The company continued into the positive direction so when a holiday on a wednesday came up the mood was cheerful.

I was just talking with the boss about taking the chance to do some maintenance that day when Teena joined us.

'Good idea.' she said when she heard about my plans. 'I wanted to run through some ideas and doing it here would be best. I wouldn't mind not being completely alone here.'

'You know what will happen with just you and me alone in here.' I said.

She looked at me blankly.

I grinned. 'Coffee's on you all day.'

She chuckled. 'Fine, but you bring cookies.'

The boss shook her head smiling. 'Just make sure you're getting your work done.'

***

That wednesday morning brought a smile to my face. One day without anyone at the office. Except her, which made it even better. She had already arrived when I drove up the parkinglot.

'Morning' she said, looking fresh in a light blue set of jacket, blouse, miniskirt and strapless sneakers.

'Morning. Did you wait long?'

She shook her head. 'Just arrived and saw you coming up the road.'

'Well, you have your own access so I don't have to feel guilty for making a lady wait.' I said.

'Such a gentleman.' she said, hitting my shoulder.

I unlocked the front, disabled the alarm and locked the front again to prevent someone coming inside without us knowing. She made the first round of coffee, bringing it into my room.

'The coffee, as promised.'

I pulled out a roll from my bag. 'The cookies, as promised.'

We started slowly with our coffee and small talk about the weather and news.

'You know, do you mind if I take the desk in front of you?' she asked looking at the mostly empty desk and spare computer opposite of mine. 'I'll probably have a couple of questions anyway.'

'Sure, I said. You can log in and most stuff is on there.'

She went to get her things and soon she was busy typing and I was running maintenance on the servers. I had put on light classical music which helped me focus on the task at hand.

'That's done.' She said later and stretched.

I heard her click the mouse a couple of times, then say 'Schnitzels.'.

It was unexpectedly cute and I laughed. 'What's wrong?'

'Lost network connection.'

'Oh, could be the cable coming loose. It has done that before because it doesn't fit quite well. Hang on.' I said and crawled under my desk to reseat the cable in the floor connection box.

Next thing I saw was enough of the bare place between her partially spread legs to bump my head.

I cursed and rubbed the back.

'Are you okay?' she asked, joining me under the desks.

'I'm okay I think.'

'Let me see.' she said and moved closer to examine my head.

Enough light came thorugh the space between the desks to let me see two lovely bare humps through the opening of her blouse.

She carefully ran her fingers through my hair. 'Doesn't look like you hit it hard enough for it to bleed but there will be a bump. Does it hurt when I touch?'

It felt better in fact. 'Not really.' I said, feeling an erection pushing against my zipper.

'Thank goodness.' she said and placed a kiss on the spot. 'Just in case.' she said with a grin.

I felt myself turn red. 'Thanks.'

She looked me in the eyes for a moment, then at the wiring on the floor. 'So which one's mine?'

It took a moment for me to realise what she meant. 'Right, the network cable.'

I unplugged her connection, then plugged it back in.

'Stay here, let me check.' she said and crawled back out from under the desk, sat down on the chair and moved against the desk providing me with another good look between her spread legs.

'Looks like it's looking for the network.' she said moving one leg up.

My eyes were fixed on the front of her slit. She had trimmed her hair.

'Yes, I've got a connection again.' she said and I noticed every move she made with her hips.

Thinking how stupid it is to sit here with an erection under the desk I crawled back out.

'It's working again?'

'Yes. I can save my work. Thanks.'

Her smile and eyes were dangerous and I needed to cool down.

'I'm just going over to the server room. Need to check on a few things.'

She nodded and I made sure she wouldn't see the bulge in my pants as I left. Inside the cool server room I let my own animal side speak out in grunts while pacing up and down, then leaned against the wall under the airconditioning.

'Oh man...' I told myself. 'Maybe I should spend the rest of the day in here just to keep my head cool.'

'Which one?' she whispered in my ear.

My heart just about jumped out of my throat. I spun around and almost crashed into the shelves with the food and drinks we keep cool in here.

'Teena..'

She leaned in closer to me. 'Did something make you hot?'

'I..'

She stroked the back of her hand against my pants. I felt so embarrassed that she knew. It was like my first crush finding out about it, and that ended up in being humiliated in front of the whole school by her.

I looked away. 'Sorry.'

She smiled and kissed my cheek. 'Don't apologise. It's my fault.'

'No, I was just thinking of inappropriate things.'

'Oh? Like what?' she asked keeping her hand still against my dick.

'I shouldn't have peeked.'

'Why not? I didn't come to work wearing no underwear for no reason.'

I had trouble believing what she just said and looked at her. 'You? On purpose?'

She nodded with a devious smile. 'I fantasized about you crawling under my desk on a day I had to go without panties while you did that at another desk. Thinking you could see my pussy excited me.'

'Wow.' I said, surprised at her confession. 'I feel, honoured?'

'Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about me at all.' she said and stroked my neck.

I swallowed. 'I did fantasize about moving close during one of our meetings and kissing you.'

She pressed herself against me and kissed me.

I lost myself and kissed her back, welcoming her tongue in my mouth. She pulled me close, I embraced her tightly and we spend what seemed like an eternity dancing with our tongues until I pulled away remembering something important.

'I'm sorry. I can't do this.'

'You don't like kissing me?' she asked and stroked against my pants over my close to bursting dick. 'This says otherwise.'

I shook my head. 'It's fantastic, but I can't do it while you already have a lover.'

She ran her fingers gently down my chest. 'Not even when this would be the only chance of fucking me in your entire lifetime?'

'I'd curse myself plenty of times, but it just wouldn't be right. Not for me, not for you, not for him.'

She ran one hand through my hair. 'He's my brother.'

I stared at her. 'Whu?'

She smiled, caressing my lips with a fingertip. 'I felt bothered by the attention of those walking hormonal sacks here, so I asked Franz to escort me to the party and only keep quiet about being my brother. It worked well enough to give me some breathing room.'

I took her hand in mine. 'But, now me?'

'You did mean me when you said Fisker was jealous of your meeting with a very cute woman, right?'

I blushed remembering that day. 'I thought you hadn't heard.'

She smiled deviously. 'A woman doesn't reveal all her secrets.'

'All men would call you very cute.'

'Yes, but you treated me normal from the start and not like some precious dolly or trophy. And even after the party, although I could sense a little disappointment in you when I introduced Franz. That was the one thing I wished I could have avoided.'

She flattened her ears, wagged her tail slowly and looked at me with big puppy eyes. 'Forgive me?'

I was completely sold by her cuteness, pulled her tight and kissed her with more passion than before.

She clung to me, rubbing her body against mine, pressing her hips hard against mine.

'You want to do it in here?' I asked inbetween kisses.

'Yeah. I'm literally a bitch in heat since knowing I'd be alone with you. The cool air in here feels sexy on my skin.' she said, pulling my shirt out of my pants.

We kissed while I unbuttoned her blouse and she unbuttoned my shirt. I rubbed her firm breasts while she unzipped my pants, reached in to free my rock hard dick and stroked it.

I wanted to ram it so much inside her.

I pulled up her skirt, slipped a finger between her pussy lips to find her soaking wet, grabbed my dick and slid it all the way inside her.

She gasped, then growled from pleasure.

Her heat ran through my dick into my body and I plunged my dick hard into her, ready to break her. She groaned harder and harder, clenching me tightly with her cunt.

'Oh god give it to me!' she groaned, biting me in my neck.

'Oh you really are a dog.' I said, clenching her ass with one hand.

'I'm your dog. Your bitch to fuck all you want.' she moaned as I smashed her pussy.

'I'll do just that.' I groaned, feeling her tighten more around me and hear her cum loudly.

That was enough to make me shoot my load inside her after a couple more pumps.

We panted and looked wild at each other, sweat pouring down our cheeks. I pulled off her blouse, tossed it aside, unzipped her skirt and let it drop on the ground. She stepped back and slid her bare feet out of her sneakers, looking deviously at me with her wagging tail.

'You're a little wild bitch.' I said, admiring her sexy curves.

'Want to try and tame me?'

I never thought a girl would bring out my wild side and I liked the challenge.

'Definitely.' I said with a grin, kicking off my own shoes and moving closer to her.

She growled playfully and bit at me.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. 'Bad dog.' I said and hit her ass.

She let out a yelp and growled again while pulling off my shirt. I spotted several patchcables hanging on the wall.

'Maybe I should put you on a leash?' I said with a grin, grabbed one cable and put it around her neck.

She let out a playful half bark and I tied the cable tight enough around her neck for her to feel it.

She barked and growled at me again.

'Down girl!' I said and pulled gently at her leash making her whimper a little. 'Behave, and maybe I'll give you a treat.'

She looked sideways at me, wagging her tail and hips.

'If you're a good girl I'll give you more of my meat.'

She growled playfully and stroked my dick.

'Now show me what a bitch in heat needs to do to deserve her meat.' I said and pulled down on her leash.

She went down on her knees, undid my belt and pulled down my pants and shorts. I shoved them aside and pulled off my socks with my feet. She looked first at my dick, then up at me.

I nodded. 'Go ahead.'

She ran her nose along my shaft at first, then caressed it with her lips before she traced my tip with her nose and lips. A careful lick against my tip sent a tingle down to my balls.

I hummed approvingly and she gave my tip more licks wagging her tail a little harder for a moment. I pulled her closer with the leash making her take my tip into her mouth. She whimpered a little.

'There's a good girl.' I said and stroked her head. 'If you do your best I'll give you plenty of meat after.'

She wagged her tail again and licked my tip, slowly taking me in deeper. Her tongue was wonderful in tracing my ridge and teasing my sensitive tip. My breathing became heavier as she bobbed her head and ran her lips around me. I felt her tongue curl around my head and around her mouth as she moved her head in circles and started massaging my balls.

'Good girl.' I said. 'Very good girl.'

I watched her head move while stroking her ear. She let out a soft growl occasionally and bit softly, heightening the pleasure.

'This bitch is so getting a stack of meat from me.' I said as she sucked hard a couple of times before continuing with her tongue.

She moved it quicker all over my tip, sensing the tension in my balls.

'Good dog.' I groaned. 'Such a good dog.' Then I came hard into her mouth, holding her leash tight, preventing her from pulling back. 'Such a good dog.' I said cathing my breath.




Up and Down in Overtime



She looked up at me and I stroked her head. 'Good girl.' I said as I watched her swallow my cum and clean my softening dick before loosening my grip on her leash.

She jumped up at me growling and barking but I restrained her in my embrace.

'Yes, yes. I'll give you your reward.' I said and kissed her again.

She moaned soflty as we let our tongues play around. I fondled her ass and she wiggled it slightly before I pulled back and pulled her down on all fours with her ass to me. She looked back at me wagging her tail slowly. Her strong scent fired me up.

'Time to satisfy this bitch.' I said, running one hand along her back and the other inside her thighs.

She gave a whimper and a soft bark. I took the base of her tail and held it up, exposing her anticipating pussy. I licked the rounding of her buns, biting and sucking gently, then ran my tongue around her lips before sticking it inside her.

I could sense the tremble through her body and moved my tongue firmly inside her. I used one finger from my hand holding her tail to massage her tight asshole, using my other hand to massage her clit while I licked and sucked on her pussy.

She moaned louder every time I pushed on both her asshole and clit, sometimes letting out even more animalistic noises. I licked her asshole and soaked my finger in my spit, pushing once more harder against her asshole, entering it slowly. It was like she howled in pleasure.

I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy again, massaging her clit faster and she pushed her back further into me, wiggling it as she got more excited.

'So.., good...' she moaned, twisting her body until I could feel her pussy and ass tighten in a loud growling orgasm.

She sank onto the floor and turned on her back. 'Owner makes his bitch very happy, but she hasn't had her meat yet.' she said with a growl.

'Owner.' I said with a smile, running one hand along her leg. 'I like the sound of that.'

'You better since you're stuck with taking care of this bitch.' she said and barked.

I moved up between her legs. 'Looks like I'll have to keep my meat handy more often to keep her under control.' I said taking a hold of her leash.

She massaged my dick to full strength, pushed up her hips and pulled my tip against her cunt.

'Does the doggie want her meat?' I asked, holding back.

She nodded.

'Does she really want it?'

She barked.

'How much does she want it then?'

She let out a loud bark and I plunged my dick inside her wet cunt, causing her to bark even louder in extacy. I pumped hard, spurred on by her moans and growls, loving every sound she made.

'You're hitting my womb.' she moaned. 'So good..'

'You're so going to get puppies from me.' I groaned.

'Yes please!' she moaned. 'I want lots of puppies from you!'

'Good!' I said banging my dick even harder inside her. 'I'll make sure you're in heat constantly.'

She wrapped her legs around me, clinging to me. 'I have no choice with your meat.'

I pulled her up, licked her hard nipples, she grabbed my head, holding me tight, then I pulled back. 'Turn.' I said with a pull on her leash.

She turned on her hands and knees, I pulled up her shaking tail and plunged my dick into her gushing cunt again. She moaned as I pulled on her leash, forcing her to push herself hard against me. She yelped excitedly as I spanked her twice and smashed my hips against her red ass. Her tight cunt felt fantastic around my dick.

'You're, even, deeper.' she moaned, tightening with each thrust against her womb.

'You feel perfect.' I groaned, feeling a shot of electricity going through dick and balls with each punch of my tip against her end.

'Then come lots of times into this bitch.'

'I'll take you any chance I get.'

'Yess..'

I pushed my thumb against her asshole and felt her tail tremble. She was still wet there and I pushed hard enough to slip inside her, accompanied by her louder moaning. She loved the feeling as she pushed her hot asshole farther around my thumb while I massaged her.

I couldn't hold back much longer and slammed full strength against her ass. She almost screamed it out as I exploded into her and followed soon with her own climax.

I pulled her up against me, stroking her front and kissing her neck. 'Good girl.'

'This bitch did good?'

'Yeah. Did you like your reward?'

'I did.' she said and we played with our tongues.

I still hadn't settled down and soon she stroked her pussy along my raging dick. She moved her hips forward more and my dick slipped up between her buns. She pushed back, squeezing my tip inbetween, massaging it.

'Mmm. Such a good spot.' I said, massaging her nipples with my fingertips.

'Would owner like a reward of his own?'

'What would a good doggie give?'

'I'd like to try a new trick.' she said, pushing a little harder against my dick.

'Okay then.' I said and she pushed me back to lie down.

The floor was very cool against my sweaty back but I didn't care with a view of the hottest bitch on top of me.

She looked back at me as she sat on my thighs and lifted her tail. 'Can you get a good view?'

I held my hands behind my neck and lifted my head to look at her slightly spread uncovered ass. 'Definitely good.'

She lifted her ass a little, pulled up my dick and pushed her tight hole against my tip.

I found it incredibly hot that she'd be willing to try taking my dick into her ass and felt a twitch from excitement. She licked her lips, relaxed a moment and pushed again. I could feel her asshole opening up and her heat on my tip.

'Is it wet enough for you?' I asked.

She nodded. 'Your dick gets so wet easily.' she said, pulled back and pushed again, this time popping my tip all the way into her hot asshole.

She let out a sigh of pleasure and I felt my dick shiver from the new found joy.

Proceeding to massage my tip she moved her hips in small circles, getting herself to loosen up more.

'I already like this trick.' I said, desiring to go deeper and shoot my cum inside her ass.

'Then this bitch will do her best to do this trick with owner often.' she said, sliding her ass more over my dick with each circular movement.

'I'd love that. It's so hot between your buns.' I said, wanting to pump her ass but unable to in this position.

I could see her tight hole going down further on my dick, her moaning increasing with it. Her tail twitched but she held on to it. Only a couple more turns and her buns pressed against my hips and she let out a long, deep sigh.

'It's all the way in.' she said smiling at me.

The heat from her ass spread all over my body and my dick hadn't felt so hard in ages.

I took a deep breath. 'Good girl. Such a very good girl doing this trick.' I said and she wagged her tail brushing my belly and chest, which felt like a massage inside her.

She moved her hips in circles again, going up and down slowly, sliding her tight asshole around my shaft and giving me a good view of it. Her hot ribbed insides felt terrific against my tip, rubbing it just right.

'This is so good.' I moaned.

She grinned and stroked my dick all the way a couple of times before pushing her ass hard against me. 'It better, you started it.'

I grinned. 'Makes me want to think of more tricks to teach you.'

She moved her hips back and forth. 'Please do.' she moaned softly.

Her slow and deliberate movements pushed me quickly to another climax. I knew I couldn't hold back.

'I'm gonna cum in your ass.' I groaned.

'Oh yess..' she moaned, tightening her grip on my dick and pushing extra hard against me.

Once more it was an explosion of cum shooting through my dick and loud groaning. She moaned as my dick throbbed inside her.

'I can feel it burn.' she said, smiling at me. 'You're so hot.'

'Only because of you.' I panted and rested my head on the floor. This time I expected to need some time to get it up again.

I reached out to her and she rested her back against me so I could embrace her and kiss her neck.

'Is it really okay to own this perfect doggie?' I asked, caressing her fuzzy ear with my lips.

She took my hands in hers. 'If you don't mind having to take care of this mutt from now on.'

'Then I officially own a pet now.' I said and she rubbed her cheek against mine.

***

We cuddled for a while until my dick grew soft and slid out of her ass. I took off her leash, we grabbed our clothes and headed for the ladies room where we cleaned each other up, then kissed while waiting for the new pot of coffee to brew. In my office she pulled up next to me to put her legs on my lap while I finished maintenance and she read some papers. After closing the office we grabbed some take out and I spend the night at her place where we watched movies, cuddled and had more slow sex.

***

The next morning mister Fisker's head popped around the doorway of my room. 'Miss Summers? Why are you here?'

She pointed at her red nose. 'Looks like we caught a cold from someone at the restaurant we had lunch at yesterday. Since I don't want to spread it around and Taku's got it anyway I thought it best to work here until it's over.'

He looked at me blowing my nose. 'Okay, I'll let the others know to only bother you if it's important.' he said and left.

'Looks like we'll have a couple of days to ourselves.' she said smiling at me.

'What better way for a good doggie to get used to her owner.' I said and she giggled while we played with each other's feet under the desks.



Up and Down in the Elevator



It was 2 a.m., the end of an inhumanly long Friday night shift at the large newspaper where I'd worked for two years, and Calvin and I trudged to the elevator. Calvin had only been hired on six months before, but we'd forged a fast, deep friendship based on shared quirky personality traits and a fanatical love of hip-hop. 

We were literally the last souls to leave the newsroom before the skeleton shift began at 5. As usual, we'd spent the whole time talking music and grousing about diva reporters and impossible editors. The only difference was, this was my last day here. I'd accepted another job and would soon be Chicago-bound. That knowledge peppered our conversation with moments of nostalgia all night. 

I was sad to see our last day draw to a close, and Calvin's reluctant steps into the old service elevator told me he was, too. 

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" he asked as the doors closed. 

"Road trip, a couple hours up the coast." 

"That should be fun. The northern beaches are nicer than here." He leaned his lanky frame against the side wall and slid his black eyes from my head to my feet. 

He often did this, and I could never tell if it was his way of checking me out or if it was just some sort of tic he had, so I ignored it. Besides, at barely 21, he was just a kid. A six-foot-two kid with mile-wide shoulders and a sexy goatee, but a kid nonetheless. 

"What about you? Got any plans?" I asked. 

Just then, a metallic screech ground out from somewhere above the car, and the elevator whined to a stop. 

"Shit!" Calvin exclaimed. We waited a few minutes, but we weren't moving. "I knew one day this thing would break down. Try the control panel." 

I punched several worn buttons while he braced himself and tried to pry open the doors, but we were stuck between the third and fourth floors and the doors wouldn't budge. The emergency call button yielded only dead air--recent cutbacks meant no one was on duty after 5 p.m. anyway. 

Calvin flipped out his phone, but the back elevator had notoriously bad reception, and I saw it for the desperate hope it was. Nope. 

The building's 70-year-old night watchman, Diego, was well-liked, but he often snoozed the entire shift in his first-floor office. We yelled and banged on the walls on the off chance he might hear us, but after ten minutes it was clear he wasn't coming. No one else would be back in the building for 3 hours. Mad as hell, I kicked the doors. 

"We'll be fine till morning," Calvin said, trying to calm me down. 

"Brilliant," I spat. "One last going-away present from this piece of shit job." 

The corners of Calvin's mouth twitched, and I glared at him. The twitch only grew worse. Finally he dropped all pretense and chuckled. 

"Only you would get stuck in an elevator on your last day of work." He shook his head. "This is gonna make a great story." 

I rolled my eyes, but his mirth was cracking me. "Yeah, I can see the headline now: Disgruntled ex-employee strangles coworker in elevator." 

We cracked up. "See, it's not so bad," he said. "Besides, you could be stuck on an elevator with somebody a lot more annoying than me." He gave a shy smile, making my stomach do a tiny flip. 

"You've got a point, there," I replied. "And this is the last time we'll be hanging out." 

"What do you mean? You're not moving to Chicago for a couple of weeks, right?" He still smiled, but his voice held a note of concern. " 

"I'm just saying, this is our last night as coworkers, and could be the last time we see each other for a very long time." 

"Geez, thanks for bringing me down." 

We were quiet for a bit. Three hours. I may as well get comfortable. I sat down Indian-style in the corner, spreading the skirt of my denim dress over my knees. It had a wide, tempting neckline that showed off my charms perfectly. Even I couldn't resist glancing down sometimes. 

"So tell me how you get a great elevator story," I said. "Seems like a whole lot of nothing to me. We're just sitting here until someone rescues us." 

"You have to make it interesting. We could play a game," he suggested, dropping to his knees beside me. "Let's play Questions." 

"Like in junior high?" I laughed. "I haven't played that in forever! How does it go again?" 

"You just answer questions, and if you don't want to answer it, you have to do a dare." 

"That's dangerous. How do I know you'll keep your mouth shut after I'm gone?" 

He got a sly grin. "What happens in the elevator stays in the elevator, right?" 

"OK," I agreed. 

"Question 1: What's in your bag? Girls carry these huge-ass purses--what the hell are you all lugging around?" 

I pulled out my makeup bag, my cellphone, a writing pad, 3 pens, my wallet, a lighter and a rubber ball. Swimming around at the bottom of the bag were the joint and an engraved flask of vodka one of my work buddies had slipped me earlier to "grease the wheels "of my last late shift. 

Calvin's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oooohhh! Mrs. Glenn, this is a drug-free workplace. I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate those items immediately." 

"Or we could make the game more interesting," I said. "If the other person answers the question right away, the asker has to take a hit. It'll keep us asking the hard questions." 

"Okay, it's your turn." 

"When you lost your virginity," I began, and Calvin groaned. "Hey! When you lost your virginity, what were you worried about the most?" 

"I...Uh." Calvin's face turned red as a beet, and he appeared stumped. "Ummm...." 

"Ten seconds, you have to drink!" I crowed. 

He took a swig good-naturedly. "I was worried about my size." 

Poor baby. "Size doesn't matter," I said magnaminously. There goes my fantasy. "It's what you do with it." 

He gave a secretive chuckle. "Yeah, well I did learn what to do with it." 

An hour later, we had finished the flask and the joint and were feeling more much comfortable. 

"Have you ever had sex in public?" Calvin asked, leering playfully and waggling his eyebrows. He was adorable drunk. 

"Err, define public." 

"Public! People around, chance of getting caught. That shit." 

I considered telling him one of my more intense secrets, but changed my mind. "I did it on one of the conference tables at UM's Department of Africana Studies." 

"No way!" Calvin looked impressed. 

"But it was Sunday, my boyfriend's dad was the chair—that's how he got the key—and no one was in the building. It was still awesome, though. How about you?" 

Calvin looked sheepish. "I haven't really done it anywhere too crazy. Backseat in Jose Marti Park back in high school." 

"That's good! That's more public than mine," I reassured him. I'd noticed that Calvin's stories were all a bit tame. It got me thinking for my next question. 

"How many people have you slept with, C?" 

His face went red and he coughed a little. "Damn! OK. My number is a little low, because all of them were real long-term relationships." 

"So that makes...." 

"Four." 

My jaw dropped. 

"Even still, I've had a loooot of sex," Calvin rushed to inform me. "I'm not as innocent as it sounds. Trust me," he gave me a look bold enough to make my face burn, "I know how to please a woman." 

"Practice makes perfect," I joked, masking my curiosity. 

"How about you? You're a respectable young lady," he paused, giving me the side-eye, "but you're also a Scorpio. How experienced are you?" 

I smirked. "I've had twelve lovers," I lied. Give or take about 50. "But I'm older than you." 

"You're not that much older. You're what? 25? I'll be 22 next year." 

"You've got a lot of living yet to do." 

I'd met Calvin's current girlfriend a couple times. Sweet girl, but kind of dull. Probably saved doggy style for special occasions. They'd been together for a year, and I wondered if he was getting bored. 

People say opposites attract, and that may have played into us. I'm a little on the short side, Calvin is over six feet. My chocolate skin contrasts with his caramel complexion, and I'm what the brothers call "thick," while Calvin's swimmers muscles were long and lean. Judging by his girl's figure, he liked a little extra meat, but where I have shapely legs and hips, sculpted arms and a spectacular chest, she just looked soft and doughy. 

"I see why people invented furniture," I complained as I shifted around, trying to get comfortable on the hard floor. "There's no way to get right in here." 

After a few minutes of watching me wiggle, Calvin got exasperated. "Just come over here and lay on me," he offered. He slumped against the back wall and I used his thigh as a pillow. Too late, I realized he had a double-scoop of ice cream view of my tits. I tried not to notice his crotch bulging next to my head. 

"That's better, right?" He smoothed the hair away from my face. I was quiet as he traced a finger across my forehead. His lips looked red and soft. "Take off your glasses," he whispered. 

I laid them aside a little gingerly, more apprehensive than if I'd removed some clothing. 

"Your eyes are so exotic," he said. 

"No they're not," I retorted. My eyes are just normal black eyes, but they have a dramatic slant at the corner that the frames of my fashionable glasses tend to hide. I fought a strange urge to shield my face. 

"I feel like this is the first time I'm really seeing you," Calvin remarked. 

His fingertips played down the side of my face and around my full lips. I hoped he couldn't see my pulse hammering in my neck. 

I wet my suddenly dry lips, inadvertently licking his lingering finger, and he inhaled softly. He gazed down at me in his lap, and slid the pinkie across my now-wet bottom lip, with just enough pressure to press open my mouth open. 

"It's your turn," I reminded him softly. 

"Huh?" he asked, still running his pinkie across my lip. 

"To ask a question. I asked the last one." 

He blinked a couple of times to clear his head. This time when his eyes did the scan, it was slow and meaningful. He looked dead in my face. "I have a question to ask, but I don't want to offend you." 

A pang of worry flashed through me, because I was wet already, and I could tell by the charge in the air where things were going. But I couldn't welch without looking like he had me weak. 

"Cone of Silence: It stays in the elevator," I said. 

"Well, okay. What if we were single?" 

"So what if we were?" 

He jostled my shoulder. "You know what. Me and you..." he gave the most predatory smile I'd ever seen. For a crazy second I wondered if he'd engineered the entire situation. 

"Yeah, I guess I might give you a test drive. You can keep up your end of the conversation. And I like how you fit in them jeans," I joked. 

"And you're lethal in a dress," he replied. "Sometimes, when I'm trying to work and you walk by wrapped up just right... You know what you do to me." 

It was the first time we'd openly acknowledged the chemistry between us. Calvin's eyes got warmer, and he spread his fingers wide. His hand almost spanned the width of my midriff. He stroked the fins of my ribcage achingly slow. His voice, already deep, went husky. 

"I remember the first time we actually talked. I mean, not about news or something you needed from me. Remember? I kicked that UTFO lyric." 

"Well, yeah, I was surprised. Even I didn't know all the words, and you were what, seven when the song came out?" 

He laughed. "Yeah, you had me pegged for one of those punk college kids who thinks 'Doggy Style' is old school. I had to flip the script on you. You were wearing this dress, too." 

"That's when you saw me as a real person." He looked down at my two brown half-moons, pushing out of the top of the bodice. "Perspective makes all the difference in the world." 

The way his hand stroked me up and down, almost cupping my bosom, I wasn't sure if he was talking about my change of heart or his view of my cleavage. The motion was coaxing more of my breasts into the open, as the neckline gradually followed his downward strokes. 

I was desperately trying to put the brakes on my body, but my nipples were so swollen they felt like bruises. My head was swimming. I had to sit up. Arching my back, I pushed myself upright and scooted beside him. 

Calvin raised an eyebrow. "What, worried you can't control yourself?" 

"You wish," I said, poking him in the side. 

He shied away like a little girl. "Hahaha, no, I hate being tickled," he squirmed. 

Fiendishly, I ran butterfly touches up his neck and around his back, as he gasped and hollered. Then he went on the offensive, goosing me back. 

He was fast and strong; his tickles were soft pinches that hurt a bit, but they felt good too. 

Giggling, I realised I was losing ground. I pushed him back into the wall and swung a knee over his hips, just as he managed to grab both of my wrists. Still chuckling, he held them tightly behind my back, forcing me backwards to knock my balance off. 

I struggled, but with my arms pinned and the columns of our bodies pressed tight, the motion just jiggled my breasts and ground my pussy on his lap. As good as it felt, I froze. 

There was no sound except our heavy breathing. I still straddled him, trapped at a 45 degre angle, and as I panted, my nipples dragged up and down his chest like two fingertips. The friction sent sparks running through my body. 

He tilted his head sideways and our eyes locked; we weren't playing anymore. 

"Calvin," I whispered, "don't--" 

"Don't what?" He brought his luscious lips within a fraction of mine. "Don't act like this might be our last chance? I'm tired of pretending I don't want this. Aren't you?" 

I was. It must've shown in my eyes, because his mouth crashed on mine and took my breath away. His plush lips massaged me; I leaned up into him and he dropped my wrists to pull us closer. 

Neck bites interspersed his kisses, driving me crazy. His hands snaked up and down my sides, coming tantalizingly close to my hot zones. I moaned when the stiff ridge in his pants stubbed against me. I knew he could feel my heat through his jeans. 

He palmed my boobs like grapefruit, stroking the tortured nipples with his thumbs and squeezing them. "God, you're so fine," he mumbled. "I wanted you from the second I saw you." 

He forced the dress off my shoulders and arms. Except for my satin leopard-print bra, I was nude to the waist. 

"Damn!" Calvin cursed softly, nuzzling my cleavage. "Come on, mami, let me see what I've been dreaming of." 

I peeled the bra cups down, letting my breasts bounce into the open. His slack-jawed look was nearly comical, but he was dead serious when he latched onto my right breast. 

Both hands kneaded and squeezed my tit flesh, and he sucked like I held the antidote to everything wrong with the world. Swiftly accelerating sparks pushed me toward overload. I trembled under his mouth, my belly squeezing in and out. 

"Look at me," he groaned. I couldn't open my heavy-lidded eyes. 

"I said, look at me," he rasped, and lightly bit my nipple. The unexpected shock pushed a jolt of juice into my panties, and I focused on his eyes just as he slipped two fingers into my hot folds. 

"I knew you would be soft, but I didn't know you would be this wet," he choked. He kissed my tit, soothing the sting, while circling my oversized clit. His eyes widened. 

"Is that what I think it is?" 

"My not-so-little secret. Yes." Many guys had said I had the largest clit they'd ever seen. It wasn't like the girls in pornos, whose clits look like little dicks with labia that hangs like batwings. Mine is an extra-large doorbell; round, feminine and begging to be rung. 

He ran his finger over it and I shivered. I was super slick. His eyes narrowed as my scent grew stronger in the elevator. 

"You're sensitive," he said sharply, drawing lazy figure eights. "How often do you touch yourself?" he asked. 

"Ugghh," I gasped as he pressed it, "maybe once or twice a day." 

He held his fingers up in a "V" and clear strands of juice stretched between them, catching the light like jewels. 

"Ever think of me while you touched it?" he asked, pushing the digits between my lips. 

I nodded as I sucked, moaning with delight. 

His eyes were bottomless. "What did you see us doing?" 

"Everything," I whispered. 

"Show me." 

I raised his shirt hem and fumbled with the zipper. The bulge underneath drew my eyes like a magnet. I pulled his boxers down to reveal the most beautiful dick in the world. 

It was a long, fat candy stick with blue veins and a thick, shiny head, hard as fucking hell. He was worried he would be too big! I realized. I couldn't wait to feel it stretching my lips. I grabbed it instinctively and dipped down to kiss the slit. 

"Oh, shit," Calvin grunted. He squeezed my aching breasts as I backed up on all fours. 

I pushed his cock firmly against his abdomen and buried my nose in his balls, inhaling deeply. Then I licked my way up the side, following the long vein to the head. I used my lips, tongue, cheeks and teeth to ride his cock and amplify the experience for both of us. 

Calvin's fingers burrowed into my locks as he bounced my head in his lap. He tried to play it cool and go slow at first, but i got him pumping my mouth good and hard, pulling me deeper onto his cock by my hair. I gagged hard, but threw myself face-down for more, clutching at his head with my throat muscles. 

He let out a strangled curse. "Stand up," he commanded. I stood, shedding the dress, and he dropped his pants. 

For a second we gazed on each other, naked for the first time. We were like some prototypical Adam and Eve. His eyes feasted on my round brown tits and plump thighs, and he walked me backward until I was against the wall. His basketball player's physique was a little intimidating, and so exciting. 

Without a word he cradled me under my bum and hoisted me against the wall. I was perched halfway on the elevator rail, half against him. Working his dick like a joystick, he caught my hole and pushed in. 

"Daaamn, you're so tight," he groaned as his thick dick split my channel and forced its way inside. I wasn't used to this much meat, and it hurt, but gravity didn't allow me to pull back at all. 

When he finally stopped the long slide in, I was swinging from about nine inches of hard dick. I looked at him in wonder; he bared his teeth and ground against my cervix. 

Each thrust bounced me up the wall; thumping deep into my stomach. I leaned back and used my arms to balance on the rail, winding my waist against his. 

"Oooohhh, that's it, baby," Calvin hissed. "Show me what grown woman pussy is about." 

I threw an extra twist in my hips that made him shout. "Can you handle it?" I taunted. 

His face twitched as he fought for control. "Ride it hard as you like," he moaned. "I won't break." 

He threw a solid shot up against my G-spot and I gasped, knocked off my rhythm for a second. A feral grin spread on his face; he'd found the sweet spot. He started jamming it mercilessly. 

"Can you take it? Always teasing You wanted it... Now take it. Uh-uh!" he yelled sharply as I tried to back up, to get a little relief from the pressure in my womb. One hand closed around my neck as he fucked me harder. 

"No way, you're taking all this dick tonight," he panted, pumping relentlessly. "You wanted it. I'm gonna fuck you till you cry." 

I believed him when he pressed my thighs up on either side of the wall, rising on his toes each time he slammed home. I was pinned like a butterfly. Each time he pushed inside of me, my fattened clit scraped his groin. Our juices and smells were becoming one. 

I pulled his long body to mine and he wrapped his arms around me. It felt like they encircled me twice as we humped hysterically. Our breath was sharp in each other's faces. 




Up and Down in the Elevator



I got there first. My waist seemed to develop a mind of its own; it circled faster and looser, until my hips were swiveling like a top, or a juicer intent on wringing every last drop from the fruit. 

A sharp spasm bent me backwards and Calvin whimpered at the suddenly deeper angle, but kept pounding. 

"You cumming, girl?" His fucking banged my head continuously against the wall. "You gonna gimme that gusher?" His ass went into double-time, jack-hammering my pussy. "Cum gotdammit. Cum on this dick!" 

"Yes, Papi!" I screamed. I went stark, raving mad as my pussy exploded. My titties bounced as my body jerked mindlessly, my nipples like prunes, waves of light rolling behind my eyes until I thought I'd go blind. 

My pussy gobbled Calvin's cock down past his ballsack. Faintly I felt air rushing in my face, heard him roaring in my ears, then hot sperm blasted my womb. It was like sitting on a hot tub jet. Our eyes locked and he was helpless against his own shuddering climax as he filled me with seed. 

The last few shots overflowed around his cock and wet my saddle and thighs, slowly dripping down to my ankles and onto the floor. 

Gradually my feet found solid ground and Calvin's dick popped out of me, our hips still giving sporadic, involuntary jerks. I felt a little shame-faced at my wanton display. The tops of my thighs were glazed with semen, and a glob of it bubbled out of my slit. 

"Thank you," Calvin whispered. He pulled me close and kissed me again, our groins sticky with icing. His dick was still half-stiff. 

"I've gotta take a breather," I leaned against the wall. I was embarassed to face him, so I kept my head turned. 

"Hey, hey, what's this about?" Calvin asked. "Why won't you look at me?" 

"I didn't mean for this to happen," I told him. 

"I didn't, either." His ink-black eyes sparkled as he bit the corner of his lip. "I still can't believe this is happening. You're the hottest woman I've ever known." He reached over and pinched the underside of my breast. 

"Ow!" I jumped. "What was that for?" 

"I thought about pinching myself, but I figured it would be more fun to pinch you. I had to see I'm not dreaming." 

He stepped close and gathered a fingerful of our juices from the vee of my thighs, then slid it in my mouth. Without thinking I sucked his index finger clean, then went on fellating it. His cock slowly swelled back to full size. 

"I can't help it, I can't get enough of you." He paused and looked at his watch, then back to me. "It's only 4, you tired?" 

"Hell yeah. Let me catch my breath."



Up and Down In Two



Okay, so it was a bit adolescent. But we'd been dancing around each other for months. I don't know why. So when she overheard me talking and said, with that twinkle in her eyes, that she could help with my bunker play -- and we hopped in the cart, with her driving, and prattling away, and reached the very secluded 14th green at around 10 pm...the last thing I expected was to be holding a glass in one hand and her skirt in the other while she slipped barefoot into the bunker to address a ball she'd tossed there. God, she had great legs. Really toned. And I just make out a hint of an equally impressive rump. If not for the jacket and blouse...

"Within a club length in two," she grinned at me suddenly, catching me staring.

"Nobody gets within a club length in two from there."

"Bet?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Your shoes and socks – oh, and slacks as a bonus, if I actually get up and down in two. And you keep the skirt if I'm not within the club length. Don't muss it up, by the way. I might want to go back to the party later..."

*** 

Somebody had to break the logjam, girls. This was a guy who made me wet every time he was in the room. And I knew he wanted me too. So, twice divorced, with a teenage daughter, I thought 'go for it for chrissake!' -- the party at the club was the usual crowd doing the usual things: it wasn't going anywhere in particular -- 'so make a game of it, what have you got to lose?'. It was time to bring this thing to a head, so to speak. And the carts were all there, and the clubs, and he slipped in beside me...

As for the skirt, well, you know how it is -- best feature and all -- and it really was a bit tight to address the ball properly.

And I must admit I hit it well...very well...in fact, oooh, that was so close. Certainly close enough. So I was very nonchalent, if you know what I mean, collecting the putter from the bag and saying, "Well, go on. I'll just knock this in." Which I did, from about a foot, all the while hoping he wasn't going to welch. I mean, guys, right, you never know when you're going change the rules to suit themselves.

He seemed to hesitate, until I took the skirt and wineglass, one from each of his hands, sipped the wine and put down the glass to slip my skirt back on. Then, well, I hadn't had a decent one in a long long time – an orgasm, that is – or so it seemed, and I almost came watching him 'pay up'. Expecially when he was bent to collect his slacks and toss them in the cart.

Then it was a treat to watch his face, when I tossed the ball back into the trap, and said, "Go on, your turn. Any two other garments if you're not within the club length after a putt." 

"Against?"

"Your own stuff back...or equivalent"

He took a sip of the wine, handed back the glass and took the club.

"It's all about confidence," I said, as he was digging in. My own toes were curled once more, remembering how erotic the fine sand had been against my bare feet.

"Or incentive," he muttered, smiling.

My toes pressed a little deeper into the grass. "Just remember to swing right through the ball."

He did that all right. In fact, it was quickly apparent he'd have to hit the flagstick. Which he did. But not enough of it. After the ricochet off the flagstick , it was all downhill, literally, to about 18 feet distance -- leaving one of the most difficult putts on the entire course. I didn't say a word, didn't dare risk it, didn't want to give him any excuse to pull out -- but I can tell you, girls, my juices were flowing.

His ball rolled down a swail and came to rest 5 feet away. Being male, he wasn't best pleased...he certainly didn't waste any time getting out of the jacket and shirt. And the bulge?...now THAT was promising. I didn't waste any time either, despite the catch in my throat, "Those, for that," emphasizing the point about the briefs for the remaining 5 or so foot putt, with the correct little nods of my head.

I thought he had it. Tough as it was...with the sloping side lie, I thought it was in. Right up until it lipped out.

Girls, he was gorgeous. Thick, with that lovely little curve -- and I know we say size doesn't matter, but we don't have to say anything at all when the tip curves up past his navel. He was Gorgeous, standing there with his shorts dangling from one hand. So why didn't I take him right there? Why did I take out the second ball from my pocket and roll it into his feet?

Because I could! Because I was in complete charge and loving it -- and he was hardly going to go off the boil without me noticing. Because I'd indulged in a little CFNM back in college, just one weekend, with some frat boys... 

When the silence had stretched as long as I dared let it, I sipped the wine and said, "I promised to help with your short game and putting as well. You said it yourself -- it's all about incentive. Have you never heard of forfeits...?"

***

Okay, so it was a bit adolescent. (I may have mentioned that earlier. But)... Forfeits?! Still...

It's not easy to line up a putt under those conditions, guys. Naked, with a hardon -- your every move and wobble clearly a delight to the attractive woman looking on. Forfeits? What sort of forfeits? Even at 40-ish, that thought was, well, exciting -- and yes, guys, there was a little niggle at the back of my mind about whether it was better to make the putt or...forfeits?

"What sort of forfeits?" I was down, trying to line it up..

"That's for me to know."

That was helpful. There'd been an edge to her chuckle that went right through my hardon -- you guys know what I mean...and a second similar chuckle came from her direction when it sort of bobbed and quivered a bit of it's own accord. My first real girlfriend had insisted on CFNM from time to time, said she'd read in a magazine that no naked man could lie to a woman. I'd already put myself in that position here. Did I really want to risk a predicament...? I decided on a slightly higher line. Forfeits? Pushed it a bit higher than intended. It never stood a chance.

She took the putter from my hands and let it drop, then used her free hand to push my hands up atop my head.Taking her time, she looked me over, went around behind...eventually came out front again, sipped her wine again...then went back behind me. There was something in her smile. But even so the slap was unexpected. Sharp. Stinging. I almost came! And it seemed to echo forever across the deserted course...

***

I had him, girls! A fantasy come true. I kept pinching myself -- expecting to wake up. Soaking wet, of course. Because I was soaking wet! He was going to let me do whatever I wanted to do -- indulge myself, take my time...and if I could do it tonight, I could do it any night, any time -- and in the end, of course, I was going to fuck his lights out! I hadn't realized until that moment just how delicious it was to be in complete control -- how much I'd given up, when I thought I was putting childish things behind me, after college.

I wanted to touch his hardon SO badly. But I didn't dare. The tip was, you know, glistening already. And I had plans for that lovely trembling curve. So instead I said, "You're going to try that putt five more times, and you're going make the majority...or else."

He was NEVER going to make those putts, girls. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't even want to make those putts. I was just buying time to think it through, really. And to savour, of course.

So over to you, girls...he's naked, he's gorgeous, he's on the green of your local golf course in dead of night... he WANTS to be your personal plaything... 

What are you going to do to break him in properly...???