0 comments/ 328477 views/ 36 favorites Vanessa By: rlfj "The precautions I take are simply for security purposes. You can surely understand my need for privacy," said the distinguished looking man in his late forties. He was tall and had a slim but muscular frame. "You may call me Mister Joseph." The second man, a number of years younger and of average height and build, raised an eyebrow at this. Upon his arrival at the airport, he had been met by another man of about his own age, dressed in a blue pin-striped suit, who had walked up to him and announced he was the driver. Considering that he had not been expecting anybody, the driver's immediate recognition of him had shown an enviable depth of preparation. His bags had been taken and loaded into the trunk of a limousine, which proved to have black glass and a black divider between the front and the rear. As soon as the door had been shut, the locks had been electronically closed, and proved unable to open until the limousine stopped two hours later. He had no idea where he was, simply a maximum of two hours from his destination, perhaps 130 miles, or perhaps only 5 miles. He had no way of knowing. "That's understandable. My name is..." "Your name is immaterial. For simplicity's sake, you will be known as Mister Robert. I know who your employer is, and what he wishes to obtain. You are prepared to wire the money to the designated account, when directed?" said Joseph. Robert replied, "Yes, although I argued rather strenuously with my boss about this. The fee you want is simply ludicrous! My God, the man could get a dozen hookers to stay on and play this game for years!" "That is the reason you are the employed and he is the employer. He understands the difference," answered Joseph coldly. "Any fool can hire a woman, how many can own one? The first rents a body, the second owns a soul." "Whatever," said an inwardly enraged Robert. "So what now?" "You are here merely to report to your employer as to the efficacy of my methods, nothing more. Once assured of that, you will make your payment, and will be removed from the loop. You will have no more contact with me. Your employer will contact me directly concerning his selection choices. Then, after procurement and training, the woman will be delivered to the location requested. Is this understood?" Robert nodded. "A bit of a pig in a poke, wouldn't you say?" "No, I wouldn't. Your employer understood my methods and agreed to them. They are not debatable. It is only because I know of him and his potential for future investment that I have allowed somebody not a principal to observe my system," said Joseph. "Fine," acceded Robert. "One final thing. If either you or your employer ever attempt to discover this location or my identity, you will be eliminated. I am not the only individual in this organization, and my associates would be unhappy should something happen to me. I know your employer's resources - they will be meaningless in this. Is this understood clearly?" concluded Joseph. "Perfectly. I have no intention of delving any deeper into this than I absolutely must," said a disgusted Robert. "Excellent. Come with me. My trial acquisition is below." *** Joseph opened a door in the basement and led Robert inside. The lighting was quite dim. A single well upholstered chair sat in the small room, and along one wall was a small control panel of sorts. A long window looked out into a larger room. Robert moved toward the window and stared at what was beyond. The other room was quite a bit larger, perhaps twenty feet across, of an octagonal shape, and all the walls were mirrored. Even the window through which he was staring was partially silvered, a one-way mirror. The floor of the chamber was a white, plastic cushion, much like a gymnastics mat, only it covered the entire floor, sloping towards a central point, which had a small grate. The ceiling had several strange protuberances, one of which was a rolled up garden hose, and another of which was a pulley system. Attached to the pulley was a cable, connected to a pair of short chains. A loudspeaker could be made out, as well as several floodlamps. What was attached to the chains interested Robert more than anything else. Each chain ended in a padded cuff. The cuffs were attached to the wrists of a young girl, her hair a curious mixture of black and blonde, laying on the floor asleep. She was dressed in pants and a pullover top, but her feet were bare, and her ankles were held by similar cuffs to the floor. "My God! That's why you asked what kind of woman I preferred! Is she for..." Joseph interrupted. "Remember, no names. No, I have another commission, and it amused me to procure a woman as per your interests. This one will be used around the house and then sold off later. Your employer will specify his tastes directly to me." Robert turned back to look at the woman on the other side of the mirror. "How did you get her, and when?" "My methods are my own. You may learn something during my initial interview with her, which will be momentarily. Otherwise, please do not ask." Joseph went to the control panel on the wall and flipped a switch. Instantly, a piercing shriek, ululating like an overly loud police siren, sounded in the room. Instantly, the young woman was awake, struggling in her bonds and trying to cover her ears. Fortunately for the two men, Joseph only kept the sound on for a couple of minutes, then turned it off entirely. He flipped another switch and microphones in the ceiling of the room picked up the voice of the young woman, crying to be released. Turning back to Robert, he said, "You can hear everything going on in the room. Do not touch anything whatsoever. Simply sit down and watch and listen. All right?" Robert simply nodded, his eyes intent on the hapless bound victim. He completely missed his host putting a remote control in his pocket, along with a large sheath knife and a cattle prod type stun wand. Joseph left the control room and went a few feet down the hall, then stepped into a very small and dark room. Closing the door behind him, he unlatched another door and stepped into the mirrored room, quickly closing the disguised entrance behind him. The girl turned on the floor and stared at him wildly. "Joey! Get me out of here! What is going on? Joey, answer me!", she screamed. Joseph simply walked around her, perusing his latest capture. Her procurement had been comically simple. Identification of potential captures was by far the most difficult part of the process. Capture was typically much easier. In this case, he had simply called the girl at the office she was a secretary at, and told her that he was a headhunter with a legal services firm. Would she meet him for dinner to discuss a potential job offering? There were no strings attached, and he was prepared to offer a considerable bonus simply for talking to him and hearing the offer. He was completely unsurprised when she accepted. They almost always did. They had met at a small restaurant across town from where she worked, and had a couple of drinks before sitting down to dinner. While she washed up first, he slipped a small vial of chloral hydrate from his pocket and poured it into her drink. By the time dinner had arrived, she had passed out onto the table. Throwing some cash onto the table, he had apologized for his companion's behavior to the waiter, saying she had drunk too much, then had picked her up and carried her from the restaurant. He had placed her in the back of a van and strapped her down and blindfolded and gagged her. Fishing her car keys from her purse, he had tossed them to an associate. "You know which one and what to do?" he asked. "I saw her drive up. It's the little Honda over there," the young man, large and muscular, said, pointing. "If there's a problem, I'll call you. By this time tomorrow, it'll be parts. We'll clean out her apartment starting tomorrow morning. Has she resigned yet?" "I FedEx-ed the letter this afternoon, after she agreed to meet me." "Excellent. Call me when you need our help, next week?" Joseph smiled and nodded, and the pair had separated. Now the girl was awake. "Joey, what are you doing? I demand that you let me go! Take these things off me, now!", she demanded. His response was more silence. His only action was to reach into his pocket and pull out the remote control. Flicking a switch, an electric motor began to quietly hum, and the cables began retracting into the ceiling. Inexorably, the girl found her arms lifting, despite her struggles, and scrambled to her feet. The cables continued to retract until she was stretched vertically, her feet barely touching the floor. "Joey, what are you doing?" she screamed. She was crying and trembling now. Joseph flicked the remote and the siren shrieked again, startling her. This time it only lasted a few seconds, and when he stopped, she was silent as well. Again, he began walking around the strung up girl. "Joey???" "Silence," he commanded. "Vanessa West, age 22, recent graduate of UMBC, with a degree in communications. SAT scores 1290, GPA 2.82. Smart but does not apply herself. Height five-six, weight 117 pounds. Measurements are 38-24-36, bra size is a C cup. You are a natural blonde but dye your hair black, God only knows why, perhaps to make people think you're smarter. You lost your virginity at the age of 17. You have had four lovers since then, one in high school, two in college, and you most recently broke up with another when you discovered he was married. They have all given you good marks on your performance, by the way." She stared at him as he catalogued her. What was happening? "Joey?" "I said to be quiet. I am a patient man, but I will be obeyed. You may call me Sir, Master, or Mister Joseph. Is that understood?" he asked. "Are you nuts?" In response, he flicked the remote and lifted the girl off the floor, allowing to hang there uncomfortably until he was satisfied. Lowering her, he asked again, "Is that understood?" "Yes," she whimpered. "What?" "Yes, sir." "Better. You will learn in time, a very short time, I hope, for your sake." "You can't keep me here!" Ignoring the lack of title, he continued. "Of course I can. Why do think I selected you? You are a nobody, a nothing. Nobody will ever notice your disappearance." "My parents, my family..." "What parents? Your father, James Albright West, died two years ago of a heart attack. Your mother, Constance Hermann West, died of a stroke six months later. You have no brothers or sisters, aunts or uncles. Three of your grandparents are dead, the fourth is in an old-age home in Miami, suffering from advanced Alzheimer's. You have one great-uncle living in Los Angeles, and two great-aunts living in Texas, none of whom you have seen in the last twelve years," he said cruelly. Crying, she blubbered out, "My job. Somebody will call, then send someone out to check on me." "What job? By now they have received your resignation letter. Your apartment has been cleaned out and sent into storage. Your possessions will be disposed of. Your car has been sent to a chop shop and is now in parts across four states. Your bank accounts have been closed. You had savings of $1,214.87 and credit card balances of $3,409.65. The difference has been paid. You no longer exist, Vanessa, except as I decide you exist." "Please let me go," she pleaded. "I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything, just let me go! Please!" Joseph smiled wryly. "Of course you'll do anything I tell you to, that's the whole point, isn't it." Looking around wildly, she begged, "Let me down. Please, I need to go to the bathroom." "So go, I don't care. This is your home until your conditioning is complete. Now, let's make you a bit more comfortable." Approaching her, he took the long knife from his pocket. Waving it slowly before her terrified eyes, he said, "I wouldn't move if I were you. This is extremely sharp." He drew it alongside her cheek, then reached up slipped it into one arm of the short-sleeved top she was wearing. Pulling it towards her neck, it effortlessly cut through the fabric and through the strap of the bra beneath it. He repeated the maneuver on the other side. Then he reached out and pulled the bottom of the shirt from her slacks. Pushing the blade against her belly, he drew the knife upwards, slicing through the front of the shirt and bra. When he was finished, her top and bra fluttered to the ground, destroyed. Stepping backwards, Joseph smiled as he contemplated the crying woman hanging from the chains before him. If anything, those perfectly formed breasts were even larger than he had been expecting. They were perfect. He stepped back towards her. "Very nice," he commented. Vanessa lifted her head and spat in his face. "Everyone gets a single mistake, Vanessa. That was yours," he said, wiping the spittle from his cheek. "Do not repeat it." Moving to her side, he slipped the blade carefully down along her hip and slit the trousers from top to bottom down one leg. The other leg fell to the floor, so he was forced to stoop and cut that away as well. Standing, he moved around to her front, to discover that her pubic hair was trimmed in a small Vee, suitable for a small but not overly daring bikini. "Very nice," he repeated. "Fuck you!", she screamed, spitting again. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Vanessa." Joseph stepped away and sheathed his knife. Withdrawing the stun wand from his pocket he flipped it on, then touched it to her body. Shrieking, she jerked away, but there was no respite. He followed her as she flopped in the chains, running the wand across her torso, over her breasts, along her hips and legs, across her back and buttocks, and between her thighs. In the room, Robert stared in horror at the torture being inflicted upon the naked young woman. Her screams were no longer human, but more animal in nature, unintelligible except for the pain they signified. Mercifully she passed out after losing control of her bodily functions, soiling herself, her urine and feces running down her legs to the floor. Nauseated, he barely made it to the trash can before vomiting. *** "I think you'll enjoy dinner," said Joseph, leading Robert into the large dining room. "My activities allow me to enjoy living well." When Joseph had rejoined Robert in the control room, Robert had managed to control his nausea and had wiped his face with a handkerchief. Surveying the scene briefly, he had escorted Robert from the room, setting the trash can in the hallway to be cleaned. Detailing a maid to escort Robert to his room and help him to relax, he had left the younger man. Robert had to admit that the insufferable bastard certainly knew how to relax. Joseph had a staff of at least a half-dozen beautiful young women at his every beck and call, all scantily clad in a mock 'French Maid' outfit. The little black satin dress was extremely low cut, with off-the-shoulder short sleeves, so that it was possible to look down the tops to see their tits and nipples on display. The flirty little hem flared out and barely covered their asses and pussies. It was obvious from their least movements that panties were not worn. Long black fishnet stockings came up to just below the hems of the skirts, and all wore at least four inch stiletto ankle-strapped heels. The young lady assigned to 'relax' him was a medium tall and buxom brunette. Once she had taken him to his room, she had helped him remove his clothes, then had removed her own dress. Then, clad only in her stockings and heels she had knelt next to him on the bed and proceeded to give him a hand job. When he came, she had directed the jets of come onto her generous breasts, then licked them clean. Afterwards, she had lowered her face to his crotch and licked his cock to stiffness, then sucked him off. Robert had sunk into an exhausted nap. He had slept late, only being woken when a different girl, a slinky redhead with exceptionally nice legs and ass, had nudged him awake. He had declined her silent offer of pleasure after glancing at his watch, and dressed for dinner. She had escorted him to the main parlor, then departed for the kitchen. Now he had to put up with Joseph. Dinner mellowed the older man from a level of unbelievable arrogance to mere haughtiness. Still, he had been ordered to find out as much as he could, and he intended to do just that. "I have to know, just how do you do it? How do you make these women behave like this? Is it some form of hypnosis or mind control? Brain-washing?" he asked. Joseph smirked as he placed his napkin in his lap. "Please, don't be melodramatic. Hypnosis won't work, and there is no such thing as mind control. Actually, brain-washing from the Korean War is the closest approximation of the technique." "Really?" Joseph continued, "During the war, a number of American soldiers were captured, often at the same age as the women I procure. They were sent off to prison camps, where they were then tortured and forced to admit their guilt as war criminals and such. What is not widely known is the rate of success they had. When the truce was signed and prisoners were released, almost a hundred soldiers decided to stay behind. Some are still there." "I had no idea!" "Most don't. Using little more than clubs, illiterate camp guards were able to break the will of a surprising number of American soldiers, some of whom returned broken men. My technique is simply a very sophisticated version of these techniques," said Joseph. "How so?" "Well, really, it's all in the open literature. Much of it is from declassified government studies from the Fifties and Sixties, but some was done even later than that. Sleep deprivation, rapid daytime and nighttime shifts, random torture, psychoactive drugs, sensory deprivation, that sort of thing. The real secret is in the application and timing, nothing more. You'd be surprised just how rapid the breakdown occurs." "Surprise me," said Robert. Joseph gave a condescending smile. "Within two weeks Vanessa will be eagerly performing sex acts at my request. Within a month she will be completely lost." "And afterwards? How long for the effect to wear off? Does she need to be kept on drugs forever?" "The drugs are merely an adjunct to the treatment. They're mainly lysergic acid derivatives, mild hallucinogens, primarily used to increase her disorientation and ease the action of the other techniques. The technique never wears off. Her spirit will be broken completely. Remember, there are still some very old Americans living in Pyongyang." Robert was astonished at the revelations, but was also surprised that Joseph felt comfortable discussing his program within earshot of the maids hovering around and serving supper. Evidently the technique worked as advertised. Still curious, he asked, "Are these girls permanent staff or still undergoing training?" Joseph smiled. "I enjoy variety and change. I always keep about half a dozen slaves on staff at any time, but really, they are all undergoing advanced training. When I sell them off, they will bring much higher prices than the normal run-of-the-mill sluts I provide, like the one your employer wants. His needs can be met within a normal period of about two months." "So each girl is custom ordered, so to speak?" asked Robert. "On occasion. Often, the standard version can be had from stock, so to speak. It depends on what my customers want." He crooked a finger at one of the girls and beckoned her over. To Robert he asked, "Care to see what the more advanced training can provide? Your employer might be interested." Robert merely nodded, and Joseph turned to the eagerly waiting slave girl. "Anita, climb up on the table, display yourself, and entertain us with your pleasure. You may not touch yourself, but you will orgasm. Is that understood?" Vanessa "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, Master," she squealed with delight. Going around to the other side of the large table, she climbed onto the table and knelt in the center, facing the two men. Reaching up delicately, she tugged the sleeves of her maid's costume lower and pushed her tits up and out of the top. Then, spreading her knees, she pulled the hem of the dress slightly upwards, exposing her shaved pussy. Robert immediately formed an erection in his pants watching the slave. She was tiny, not even five feet tall in her bare feet, and he doubted she weighed more than 95 pounds soaking wet. Anita looked Hispanic; she had long and lustrous dark brown, almost black, hair, dark brown eyes, and was very darkly complected. Like all the girls, she wore a thin necklace or collar around her throat. She had no tan lines anywhere. Her cone-shaped breasts were only average sized, perhaps a B cup, but on her miniscule frame seemed huge. Between her legs, her clitoris was clearly visible between the smoothly shaved lips of her pussy. Anita smiled at the two men and rested her hands lightly on her thighs, then Robert began to notice the most amazing changes come over the little slut. Her breasts, already perky and firm, hardened further, jutting out from her body, and her nipples darkened and distended. Her breathing became deeper and her eyes closed, a look of delirious pleasure suffusing her face. Her pussy seemed to begin throbbing, the lips opening and closing as she contracted and relaxed her cunt muscles, and her clit grew and reddened. Small mews of excitement began to escape her lips. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, Anita began to gasp and whimper, and she began to shudder as a small trickle of pussy juice trickled from her snatch and down her thighs. She had orgasmed without once touching herself! Robert was astounded at the sight, even more when he considered the surroundings. He and his host were dawdling over dessert, and at least three other girls were serving them, all nonchalantly ignoring the incredible scene being enacted on the table before them. Thrusting his chair back, Joseph stood and said, "Let's go into the den and have some coffee. Anita, that was very nicely done. You may go to your room and use the anal vibrator tonight. Make sure it's the big one, and don't use any lubrication but your own, understand?" The girl nodded breathily and climbed down from the table. "Fine. Now, girls, bring the coffee. Thank you." He turned back to Robert, who had now stood, and led him to the den. The other five girls followed, bringing coffee and a silver tea service. Joseph directed Robert to an armchair and settled onto an ornate love seat. The five slave girls stood facing the seated pair in a semicircle. Joseph ignored their presence and said to Robert, "Tomorrow, you will be driven back to the airport, whereupon you can inform your employer of what you have seen and learned. One month from now, you are to return. At that time, you will see what has become of Vanessa, and will direct that the funds be transferred. From then on you will be out of the loop completely, and I will deal with your employer directly. No more contact between us will be maintained unless your employer requires it. Are we understood?" "Perfectly." "Excellent. Then we have concluded our business. I would be an imperfect host, however, if I were to deny you the pleasures you have but tasted today." Turning back to the waiting sluts, he gave orders. "Ladies, remove your dresses. Marcy, Jane, why don't you provide each other pleasure for our enjoyment. Terry and Callie, take care of Mister Robert. Come here Becky." Robert stared as the five women all unzipped their tiny dresses and tossed them aside. Marcy and Jane, the brunette and redhead from the afternoon, sank to the deep pile carpet and stretched out. They immediately began running their hands over each other's bodies and began kissing. Terry and Callie, a pair of tall, leggy, and busty blondes, knelt at his feet and began untying his shoes and unzipping his pants. He shifted slightly to allow the pair to remove his pants, then leaned back in contented bliss as they began to tag-team his engorged cock. Robert looked over at his host; Joseph had pulled Becky, a short girl with long auburn tresses and a huge pair of tits, onto his lap. Thrusting a hand between her thighs, Joseph began diddling the girl's clit while she squirmed madly on his lap, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his exposed flesh. Returning his attentions to his lap, Robert smiled down at the hopeful faces of Terry and Callie. Terry had his cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head the length of his shaft. Callie had shifted lower, to tongue and lick his balls and inner thighs. Both gazed up at him in the hope that they were providing him the proper pleasure. He smiled and ran his hands through their short and curly hair. They both gave an inaudible sigh of relief, and returned to applying themselves whole-heartedly to their task. Their hands stayed busy fondling each other, but their tongues proved more than satisfactory, and Robert shortly found himself groaning in orgasm as he spurted his load into Terry's demanding mouth. "Very nice, girls," he commented, as the pair switched positions and began cleaning his cock. He glanced around the room. On the floor, Marcy and Jane had moved into a sideways sixty-nine position and were ignoring the others, feasting on each other's cunts and gorging themselves on the pussy juice that was flowing freely. Across from him, Becky had managed to pull her owner's pants down and had twisted around so that her back was to him. As Robert watched in awe, the young slut lifted her ass off his lap. Then, as she reached behind her and spread her asscheeks wide, Joseph directed his rather substantial cock and Becky lowered her asshole onto it. Tears began flowing as the oversized organ tore into her tender flesh, but the piteous girl didn't even whimper as she settled her ass into his lap in a single thrust. Spreading her legs widely, she thrust her hands between her thighs, stuffing one into her gaping pussy and pushing the other lower to cup and fondle Joseph's nuts. In short order her tears had stopped and her gigantic breasts began swinging wildly as she bounced about on the cock in her ass. Robert continued watching the others while Callie sucked him off, and he rewarded her with a load of jism of her own, coming at the same time Becky began squealing and Joseph exploded into the little slave's asshole. Afterwards, he needed a respite, and his host agreed, allowing the girls to serve more coffee and cuddle on the floor. Marcy and Jane were directed to lick the come and blood seeping out of Becky's abused anus. Robert said, "I appreciate the hospitality, but my flight tomorrow is an early one. May I retire?" Joseph nodded. "Of course. The girls will get you up in plenty of time. Do you have any preferences for bedwarmers? Take two or three. If any of them fail to provide you with the utmost satisfaction, you'll find some paddles and whips in your nightstand. Feel free to use them as you wish." Robert recoiled inwardly at the suggestion and selected Marcy and Terry for use. The two girls picked up their clothing and led him to his room. As he left he looked back, to see Jane kneeling on the floor, her head to the carpet, as Becky and Callie spread the girl's ass for another round of anal pleasure for Joseph. *** As Joseph stepped through the first door to the conditioning chamber, he once again considered his paraphrasing of Genesis, "On the seventh day, God made slave girls." Repeated testing had proven that a typical girl's will could be broken within five to nine days, with most being broken after a week of torture. He stepped into the chamber to determine if this was so. After Vanessa's electric stun wand treatment a week ago, she had been lowered to the mat to lie unconscious in her own waste. While unconscious, Anita had been sent in with an electric hair clipper and had clipped Vanessa almost bald. She was left with a stubble that a Marine Corps drill instructor would have been proud of. The next morning she had awoken to find a bowl of unsalted oatmeal and a cup of water across from her. Lacking any utensils, she had gulped down the food with her fingers and drained the cup of water, unaware that it contained a small amount of a powerful psychoactive drug. She had screamed herself hoarse begging for her release. Then the true torture began. At random intervals, the siren began blaring and the lights began strobing. Ice cold water would pour from a shower head above the room. She would be lifted by the padded handcuffs off the floor, and electric shocks would be applied through the cuffs. Often the tortures would be combined or alternated. An even more diabolical method of breaking her will was in the shortening of the day-night cycle by decreasing the time the lights were left on. Since the human mind is used to being in light for a certain number of hours per day, followed by hours of darkness, changing this pattern caused her to rapidly lose track of time. She began to wonder if she had slept through day light periods, and completely lost track of the weeks she had been in torment. Her only food remained the bland gruel and drug-laced water. Her hair was periodically clipped so that she could not use its growth as a way of measuring the passage of time. Within days, the remaining black was gone and she was down to the blonde roots. By the time Joseph reentered the chamber, Vanessa was on the very verge of psychosis. She was unable to eat or sleep, and had lost interest in everything, even relieving herself over the grating. She had taken to incoherent screaming at the walls and only her restraints prevented her from throwing herself at her myriad reflections in the mirrored walls. As Joseph entered the room, Vanessa looked up from the pool of waste beneath her to stare at him. This was often the most dangerous part of the conditioning; often the girl would make a crazed attack and require further shock treatments. She looked at him dully and made no move to attack him. Her lips moved and a hoarse whisper came forth. "Please, let me go!" A week of laying in her own wastes and sweating through her tortures with nothing more to clean her than ice cold showers had reduced her to a filthy and bedraggled mess. Joseph walked to the girl and stopped before her. He unzipped his pants and fished his flaccid cock through the opening. "Suck me off, Vanessa," he ordered. She stared at him without comprehension, although she began to rise off the floor. "What?" she croaked. Reaching down, Joseph grabbed the girl's tangled hair and dragged her upright, to her knees. "Suck my cock, I said. Make me come in your mouth and swallow." He pulled her face to his crotch and began swinging his hips. His semi-soft cock began slapping Vanessa in the face. "Please, let me go!", she begged. "Suck me off, Vanessa," he demanded. Joseph pulled the stun wand from a back pocket and flicked it on. Seeing the stun wand, Vanessa screamed and tried to pull away, but she was in no shape to resist. Finally it dawned on her that the torture would stop if she blew Joseph. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to push his stiffening dick between her teeth. He owned a much larger cock than she had ever sucked before and it was difficult to comply with his orders. He kept telling her to open her mouth wider, take him in deeper, lick him, keep her teeth away, all the while threatening her with the wand. After what seemed an eternity, she felt his cock thicken and begin to pulse, a heavy stream of his come spurting into her mouth. Vanessa had always refused to swallow before and tried to pull away, gagging at spitting out the thick cream. Jospeh smiled to himself. It was much the same every time he started a new girl in training. Unless they had previously had extensive experience in fellatio, his demands were almost impossible to meet. As she looked up at him fearfully, he scowled. "Did I tell you not to swallow? Did I tell you to pull away? Did I tell you to stop?" He lifted the stun wand above her. "No, please, no! Let me go! I sucked you off, you said you'd let me go!", she begged. The pleas ended as he brought the wand down on her arms trying to shield her from the blows. Screaming, she spasmed and collapsed to the floor, and Joseph followed through with the electric wand, rubbing it along her body as she lay there twitching and losing control of her bladder. Finally, he stopped and allowed her a brief respite. As she began regaining some semblance of consciousness, he stepped up to her head. Grabbing his limp cock, he aimed it at her face and urinated onto her head. Vanessa began crying, but laid there under the warm stream, whimpering. Drained, Joseph turned and left the room. 'Almost ready.', he thought to himself, entering the control room. Starting the command program again, he saw the girl begin screaming again as she was lifted by the chains and the ice water shower and electric shocks commenced. Thirty-six hours later, the final torture program drew to a close. She had been allowed more rest, and the lysergic acid derivatives, no longer needed in her completely disoriented condition, were stopped lest they do too much damage. Now she was hanging in the chains, kneeling on the floor, and she followed Joseph closely as he entered the room and approached. This time, when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, she dove to the task, bobbing her head madly and taking as much in as she could. Her performance was much better this time, and when he began coming in her mouth, Vanessa swallowed it greedily, even to the point of licking his cock afterwards to catch any dribbles that might have escaped her lips. "That's much better, Vanessa, much better," commented Joseph. "Can I go now?" she whispered. Joseph's only response was to pull the wand from his pocket. At the sight of this horror, Vanessa screamed and drew away as far as possible. "No, please, no! Please, let me suck you! Fuck me, anything, I don't care. Please, no. I'll do anything!", she begged. A smiling Joseph put away the stun wand and Vanessa collapsed in the manacles, sobbing in relief. "You stink, Vanessa. I will send in someone to help you clean up. Do whatever she says, or I'll use the wand on you. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. Yes, Master. Please don't use the stick again, please!" Joseph left the chamber after first allowing Becky to enter. She carried with her a large plastic basin, a bottle of liquid soap, a washcloth., and a razor. She was completely naked. Joseph moved to the control room and sat down to watch. Vanessa eyed the smaller girl warily, especially after a garden hose was lowered from the ceiling. Becky adjusted the temperature of the water and added some soap, then began washing Vanessa off. Vanessa cringed at the touch but the chains prevented her from moving too far away. It took several basins of water before she was clean, the first time she had been really clean in a week. Finished, Becky poured more soap into the basin and worked it to a lather, which she applied to Vanessa's armpits. From the control room, Joseph had to raise the chains pulling Vanessa vertical before this could be accomplished. Restrained, Vanessa had no choice but to allow Becky to shave her underarms, legs, and pussy. Finished with her cleaning chores, Becky waved a hand and Joseph lowered the chains. Vanessa collapsed to the floormat, and Becky positioned her on her back. Spreading Vanessa's legs wide, Becky lowered her face to the captive slave's cunt and began kissing it. Vanessa screamed and began thrashing about, fighting off her lesbian tormenter. What little sanity she retained knew that this was wrong! Suddenly a voice blared out over the loudspeakers. "Becky, move away and back up against the wall." Becky immediately disengaged and scuttled away. Several harsh electric shocks ran through Vanessa's body in punishment. "Vanessa, you were told to do whatever Becky wants. Becky wants to lick your pussy and make you come. Obey!" A final shock was administered, then Becky was ordered forward. This time, Vanessa cooperated, spreading her legs widely. She murmured contentedly as she felt the talented lips licking and caressing her cunt, and experienced her first lesbian orgasm in the chains of the conditioning chamber. Another shock was necessary to force Vanessa to return the favor and lick Becky's smooth shaven cunt. Vanessa initially felt like gagging but endured lest she be tortured further, and soon found herself enjoying the flavor. Once she had gotten Becky off, the other girl left and the lights went out, allowing Vanessa to sleep. Her basic training in oral techniques progressed rapidly over the next few days. Each day, Joseph would enter the chamber and demand a blowjob, and then one of the girls would enter to receive a cuntlicking. The only pleasure that Vanessa received would happen when she had provided a very good suckoff, after which the other girl would eat her until she came. Vanessa sucked cock and pussy all day long for two days; with their visitor gone, Joseph's associates, all young and virile men, would show up to help with the training. She would suck the cock of whoever entered the chamber. Graduation day for this phase of her training occurred when Joseph and two of his assistants entered the room and disrobed, then lay down on the mats. Vanessa was forced to move rapidly from man to man, sucking fiercely and allowing them to spurt down her throat in turn. Only when she had sucked them dry and they were no longer able to become stiff again, was she considered proficient enough to move to the next stage. *** When Vanessa woke she knew something was different. It took several seconds to realize that she was no longer chained, although the padded cuffs were still in place on her wrists and ankles. She scrambled to the grating to relieve herself, then ate her oatmeal and water. By now she had learned to save some of the water to wash her face and hands. She looked up as she saw Joseph enter the room, and promptly assumed a 'slave' position, kneeling with her legs spread wide, her back arched so that her tits were displayed prominently, and her eyes towards the floor. She was unsurprised when Joseph approached and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out and said, "It better be the best blowjob you've ever given, slut, or else!" Vanessa opened her mouth and took the engorged cock inside, as she fondled her owner's balls. She put her heart into sucking off her master, licking and swirling her tongue over his cock as she tried to swallow him. To himself, Joseph thought that it may not have been the absolute best blowjob he'd ever had, but it was pretty damn good anyway. By now Vanessa was able to swallow everything. When the girl was finished, Joseph glared down at her and commanded, "Get me stiff! Now!" Terrified, the slut began repeating the process of sucking and jacking, and she had barely gotten him hard again when she was stopped. "Is your cunt wet?" he asked harshly. Confused, she asked, "What?" "Jesus Christ, girl, are you stupid? I asked if your cunt was wet. Well, is it?" It sank in to Vanessa an answer was expected. "Uh, I guess so, sir." "You guess so! Stupid bitch, don't you know? Find out!" At her confused look, Joseph pulled out the stun wand and Vanessa began to cry. "Put your hands in your pussy and see if you're wet. If you're not, then play with it until you are wet. Now!!!" Vanessa's hands shot between her legs and she began to madly finger her clit and pussy. She had been excited and moist from the suckoff she had already provided, now she was to become incredibly aroused as she lay naked on the floor before her owner. She whimpered through a first orgasm, and Joseph stopped her only as she approached her second, her fingers in a sea of warm juice. Vanessa "On your hands and knees!", ordered Joseph. Vanessa was confused but understood what was about to happen. She knelt and stared straight ahead while Joseph positioned himself behind her. She came immediately as he first penetrated he cunt. His cock seemed as if it would keep entering her forever, and she began crying from exhaustion and overstimulation as he began pistoning into her cunt. Nevertheless, she began bucking back at him as he began telling her what to do, and her performance was marginal but acceptable. He exploded into her pussy just as she began coming for the second time. Afterwards, Joseph had her lick his cock clean, then left her with Callie, and the pair immediately began sixty-nining each other. The next two days were spent fucking Joseph and the other men, in a variety of positions. She would kneel for them, lie on her back and spread her legs for them, straddle them, sit on them. Whatever they wanted, she assumed the position. It was difficult training, as well, since they constantly were badgering her to tighten her pussy muscles, move her pussy and ass, milk their cocks dry. She never had the opportunity to, like so many housewives, simply lay there and let the man do the work. She was told in no uncertain terms that her sole existence was to provide sexual pleasure for the other men and women of the household. If she in any way failed to provide her partner with every possible pleasure, he would simply use the stun wand on her, sometimes mildly and sometimes viciously. Viciousness was certainly needed when her anal training began. Despite warnings and a stunning, Vanessa found herself back in the chains, being given electric shocks during the icy shower, before she finally gave in and allowed the men to begin fucking her asshole. The only relief she had at first was that Joseph allowed one of the maids to prepare her with KY jelly first. "It's not for you!", he told the weeping young slave. "I simply don't want to rub my cock raw in there!" He laughed as he entered her asshole, while Vanessa screamed and cried. Still, she managed to maintain her position on her knees, her face to the floormat through it, and began to become accustomed to the pain and even to begin enjoying the pleasure. As Joseph began spurting, Vanessa had a small orgasm of her own. Joseph removed her chains and left, and Anita entered, carrying a small plastic bag with a tube attached. Vanessa was still collapsed on the floor when she felt the smaller slave insert a hard object in her asshole. She knew better than to complain, so she simply looked over her shoulder. "What is happening?" she gasped out, as she felt pressure in her bowels. "I'm giving you an enema. Don't worry, we're just going to clean you out so that you won't get any shit on the masters cocks. It'll be okay. We all get them every few days. It's really much better for assfucking, that way," explained Anita. She drained the bag of warm soapy water into Vanessa, then helped her to her feet and steadied her as she voided herself into the drain. The entire process was repeated, then they gave each other a warm bath and ate each other out. Once Anita had left, another of Mr. Joseph's male employees entered. Vanessa was surprised when he ordered her onto her back, but then he had her lift her legs and feet towards the ceiling, and he assfucked her from the frontal position. This time, Vanessa actually enjoyed it quite a bit, and she found the orders to tighten her ass and make him come supremely easy. The rest of the day Vanessa took cocks up her ass, and became an avid participant. *** Vanessa graduated from 'Basic Training' three weeks after she had been kidnapped. It came the morning after she had been the centerpiece of an orgy in the conditioning room. Five men, including Joseph, and two of the other slave girls had entered the room naked, and they had used her non-stop for several hours. It was the first time she had ever had more than one man at a time, but she didn't care. The sensation of never-ending orgasm washed away any traces of modesty, and she serviced as many cocks and cunts as she could handle. It had started with a doggy style fuck, with Joseph laying on the floormat before her, so she had simply taken him into her mouth as she was pounded from behind. Afterwards, two cocks at a time were the norm, but not always in her pussy and mouth. After that first threeway, she was straddling one of the men, riding his cock fiercely, when she felt hands pushing her shoulders down. Vanessa moved forward so that her breasts were pressed into the master's chest, then she felt another man position himself behind her. At first only his fingers were probing her asshole, but shortly thereafter she felt a large cock sliding inside, so that she was sandwiched between the two pricks fucking her. She screamed in pleasure as she rode through the orgasms. By now there was no degradation or perversity she would not participate in. There being more men than women, the other slave girls were getting screwed as well, and Vanessa was forced to clean them afterwards by licking the come from their pussies. She showed no hesitation in licking the come dribbling from their assholes. She had already gotten used to licking and kissing the assholes of the men who trained her, although the first time had required an extensive session with the stun wand. The final act of the night was when she took on all five men, sandwiching two, sucking a third, and giving handjobs to two others kneeling on either side. It took so much work she could barely acknowledge her own pleasure, but all five sprayed their come inside and outside of her. She collapsed to the floor afterwards and fell unconscious. She was allowed to sleep as long as she wished the next morning, and awoke to find her wrist and ankle cuffs removed, although she now wore the intricate necklace the other girls wore. She fingered it but failed to find the catch, and it was too snug to put a finger under. She felt better than she had in days, but it was a relative feeling. Although she was no longer on the lysergic acid derivative, since the sleep deprivation and sleep cycle torture had begun, her food and water had been laced with alternating mild doses of barbiturates and amphetamines. She was either tired or wired, and had lost all track of time and space. Vanessa had forgotten her past, her previous life, even her last name, everything but her existence in the conditioning chamber. Now, for the first time in weeks, the drugs had been left to work their way out of her system. Joseph entered the chamber carrying a small wooden stool and a mannequin's head and neck. The mannequin wore a necklace like the one she and the girls wore. Joseph set the stool and mannequin down, then moved to Vanessa. As soon as he had entered, she had knelt in one of the acceptable 'slave' positions. This one was kneeling, her legs spread wide, her shoulders and face to the floor, and with her hands behind her spreading her asscheeks wide so that her anus winked at him. He hadn't really planned on it, but Joseph never turned down a decent piece of ass, so he removed his pants and knelt behind her. He slipped into Vanessa's cunt and stroked long enough to lubricate his cock, then pulled out and pushed inside her asshole. Vanessa sighed in contentment as he fucked her ass, bucking back against him, then she reached between her legs to stroke and fondle his cock and balls. This set her master off, and she moaned as she felt the jets of come spurting into her bowels. Afterwards, she licked him clean, then Joseph pulled his pants back on and stood. "Vanessa, I'm sure that you have noticed that your cuffs have been removed and that you have a new necklace," he said. Vanessa nodded politely. "Yes, Master." "Good. Don't you wonder why?" "No, Mister Joseph. If I was supposed to know, you would tell me." Joseph smiled. Part of the process taught the girls to be quiet and that curiosity was not tolerated. It had taken well with Vanessa. While she hadn't been the easiest girl to break, neither had she been the most difficult. He continued. "Today, you will be allowed out of the chamber into the rest of the house." A casual observer would have been surprised by Vanessa's reaction to that, but not Joseph. She began whimpering and crying from fear of the unknown. She had forgotten the rest of the world except for her mirrored chamber, now even that was being taken away. "Relax, Vanessa, you will be happy. I want you to move out of here. Do you want to disappoint me?" he asked, pulling the stun wand out and showing it to her. Vanessa began crying. "No, sir, no, sir, please, whatever you say, whatever you say!" Joseph put away the wand. "Very good. Now, do you see the mannequin? See how the necklace is just like your necklace and the necklaces of the other slave girls." Vanessa wiped her tears away and nodded mutely. "These are very special necklaces. They can not be removed, except by your owner, ever." He pulled a small remote control from his pocket and showed it to the girl. She stared at it then looked up to his eyes. "Yes, Master?" "Inside the necklace is a radio receiver, a very tiny one. As long as it receives a very short range signal it will be harmless. This is simply a remote control; it does not generate the signal. If you try to leave, the signal ends about two hundred yards from the house and something bad happens. If you try to remove the necklace or cut it off, something bad happens. Or, I could simply press this trigger to make something bad happen. You will wear this necklace the rest of your life. You will never live again without it. Would you like to see what something bad is?" "No, Master!", said a horrified Vanessa. She was terrified by the thought. "You need to know, slut. Watch the mannequin!", he commanded. When Vanessa tearfully faced the mannequin, he pressed the button on the remote. The necklace, built with an internal layer of plastique, exploded concentrically, decapitating the dummy neatly. The thunderclap was horrendous, and dust and bits of plaster filled the room. Vanessa fell to the floor, screaming as she covered her ears. Finally, the dust began to subside and Joseph kicked Vanessa's foot. "Enough of this. Sit up, now!", he ordered. Vanessa struggled to her knees and looked up at him, her tears cutting through the plaster dust on her face. He pointed the remote at her. "Never forget. There is no escape, ever." He left the room, and Vanessa spent the rest of the morning cleaning herself and the room before she was let out into the rest of the house. *** Vanessa stared at her surroundings as she walked behind her owner through the house. The mansion seemed huge to her, certainly far larger than anything she had ever lived in before, although she no longer had any coherent memory of where that was. She padded naked as he led her through the rooms into the kitchen. Once there she saw that two of the other slave girls, Marcy and Jane, were working, washing and drying dishes. Unlike her they were wearing the abbreviated French Maid costumes. Before, when they had come to her chamber to tend to her and instruct her, they had been naked. Vanessa was painfully aware of her nudity but knew the consequences of attempting to cover up. Although Joseph was not carrying the stun wand, she knew she would be punished if she tried. It was almost as if he could read her mind. Turning to her, he said, "You have to earn the privilege of wearing clothing in this household, Vanessa. Would you like to know how you do that?" "Yes, Master," she said meekly. "By satisfying anyone's needs, any way possible. What are you Vanessa?" he asked conversationally. "A slave girl, sir, a slut, a fucktoy, a cunt, a..." "Precisely," he said, stopping her. "You are the lowest of the low. These women can order you to do whatever they wish." He looked over at the buxom brunette drying the dishes. "Marcy, what would you order Vanessa to do?" "Eat my pussy, sir. Eat me and lick my asshole, if that's all right with you, Mister Joseph," she said. "Fine. You may sit on the chair and Vanessa will take care of you." Marcy scooted over to the kitchen table and sat down on a chair. She spread her legs wide and pulled her miniscule skirt to her waist. Joseph turned to Vanessa. "You are to make her come three times. After that, finish washing and drying the dishes. Then report to me. Jane?" he said the last girl. "Yes, sir?" she responded. "Supervise. You may practice masturbating your asshole while you watch." "Thank you." For the next two days, Vanessa spent every waking hour pleasuring the other occupants of the mansion and working at kitchen chores. Even when none of the masters ordered her to do so, the other slave girls would often order her to lick their cunts. She was given a large double-headed dildo to use on the other women upon command, inserting it into her pussy or ass and fucking them as ordered. She also learned that the stun wand was not required in the mansion. A wide variety of whips and paddles were in abundance and were used at the slightest provocation. The first instance was when she made a slight hesitation when commanded to eat a banana that Becky had shoved up Callie's cunt. Joseph had promptly had her kneel, then had taken a paddle, two feet in length and three inches wide, padded in a stiff leather, and had spanked her ass until she was screaming in pain. Ignoring her tears, he had pushed her face into Callie's cunt, where Vanessa had immediately begun to eat the banana, then had raped her ass, pounding against her beet red asscheeks. Other disciplinary tools included several whips, light leather cat-of-nine-tails, and other paddles and switches. By the third day, even a glance at a paddle would have her cowering in abject terror, eager to do as she had been commanded. Her discipline became exemplary, and on the third day she was given her first pieces of clothing, thigh top black fishnet stockings and four inch high black stiletto heels. She gleefully accepted them from her owner. She immediately sank to the floor and put them on. She slid on the stockings, then pulled the heels on and strapped them at the ankles. Smoothing the fishnets on her legs, she looked up at her master expectantly. "Very nice, Vanessa. See that you don't do anything which will cause you to lose this privilege." Vanessa mutely nodded, knowing that this was not an idle threat. Terry had been stripped and punished for several days after dropping a wine bottle in the dining room. "Now, as a sign of appreciation, move behind me. You are to tongue out my asshole while reaching around me to jerk me off. You will aim my jism so that I come on Becky's tits, understand?" "Yes, master," said Vanessa, scurrying behind Joseph. He undid his trousers and stepped out of them. At a hand gesture, Becky knelt before him, lowering the top of her outfit so that her mammoth tits made a good target. She smiled up at her owner as she lifted her tits and began to fondle the oversized nipples. Vanessa immediately wrapped her arms around her owner and began stroking and jacking on his substantial cock, as she pressed her face into the crack of his ass, her tongue extending to the salty brown pucker of his anus. She no longer felt any revulsion at this, only a degree of fear that her efforts, no matter how successful, would be insufficiently pleasing. Her fears were groundless, however, when a few minutes later she felt the stiff prick in her hands begin jerking and spasming, while Joseph grunted. Blindly, she tried to aim his cock so that his come would land on Becky's tits. She stopped only when told to do so, and looked around, to find that most of the come had landed on Becky's face, but Joseph didn't seem to mind. He ordered Becky to lick his cock back to life while Vanessa was to play with herself and get good and greasy. As soon as he was stiff, he took Vanessa from behind, his hands reaching around to pull and pinch her dangling tits. Vanessa screamed when she orgasmed. *** The man known as Mister Robert entered the dining room. Following his arrival, he had been escorted to his room by Becky, who had provided him with probably the best blowjob he had ever had. Afterwards, she had knelt on his bed, reaching behind her to spread her asscheeks, and had begged him to put his cock in her asshole. Once there, he had ridden her to three loud orgasms before he had given in to the unbelievably wonderful sensations racing through his groin. He had collapsed onto her back as his hips twitched uncontrollably and his cock spewed an endless stream of his come into her freshly cleaned bowels. "I hope you found your rest satisfactory?" asked a smirking Joseph. Becky had told him precisely what had happened already. Robert gritted his teeth at the man's arrogance. "Yes, it was all right," he admitted. "Fine, fine. Well, we will have dinner and dessert, then you will be able to judge for yourself how well the results of my training regimen have been. Before you leave tomorrow, you will make the transfer of funds." Joseph led Robert to the table and then sat down himself. "As you wish." Robert looked around at the girls in front of them. "Have you changed something?" "Hmm? No. Well, I did sell off Callie last week, but I still keep a half-dozen sluts on hand for training." "So who's the new girl?" asked Robert, pointing to a busty blonde of average height with very short hair. She seemed to be almost falling out of the tight French Maid costume. She smiled at him hesitantly. Joseph looked at her fondly. "Don't you remember Vanessa." As Robert gaped at the change that a single month could make, he continued, "Vanessa, climb up on the table, display yourself, and entertain us with your pleasure. You may not touch yourself, but you will orgasm. Is that understood? Vanessa **Written for one of my best friends.... the story is completely fictitious.... For you Nes** * Its hard being all alone, especially when you are so young. At nineteen Vanessa had been left all alone, her father had left home before she had been born and as she stood there looking down a deep hole at her mother lying six feet below her in a wooden box she had never felt so alone. She didn't cry she stood there motionless a single red rose in her hand hanging loosely by her side. A hand rested on her shoulder, Vanessa jumped slightly looked up and then tossed the rose into the hole before being led off in the opposite direction. Mrs Maggie Newton was sat at her desk shuffling through papers that she then slotted into a paper file. She put it to one side and looked at the next file. VANESSA BISHOP read in big black letters on the cover. Maggie Newton read through the file, "orphaned at eighteen," she said aloud, "poor girl." Maggie took a deep breath, she knew that it was hard to find fostering or adoption for someone of this age, if a couple adopted they usually went for the youngest children. Never the less she would try her best to find someone who would take Vanessa in. Maggie turned to her computer and started entering Vanessa details, eighteen, only child, well behaved; no emotional problems, A grade student, 5' 2" tall, auburn hair, brown eyes. She pressed search. Vanessa sat on a chair in the corner of the room, there were quite a few people milling around but she didn't seem to know any of them. Occasionally some person would come up to her and put a sympathetic hand on her knee or her shoulder and then move off to some other distant part of the room and she would never see them again. Vanessa's thoughts turned to her mother. She was not the greatest mother I guess you could say; after Vanessa's father had left she had some kind of breakdown. She had become an alcoholic but had managed to clean herself up and for the past nineteen months she hadn't touched a drop. It's kind of ironic that she dies from liver cancer after that. Maggie scrolled through the results on her screen, she stopped, taking her chewed pen from her mouth tapping it a couple of times on the screen. "Ok well here goes nothing," she said picking up the phone received and dialling. It seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. Vanessa stood up and walked to the front door, opened it and stepped out into the early evening dusk. She scooped her black skirt up under her legs and sat on the step. A car pulled up in front of her and stopped. It was big and black with tinted windows and shiny chrome. Vanessa watched intently as the two rear doors opened and a man and woman got out. She recognised the woman it was Maggie Newton, she was some sort of welfare officer but Vanessa didn't recognise the man. He was tall with thick brown hair. He had a long black coat, black trousers, black shoes and black sunglasses. He walked confidently towards Vanessa cutting in front of Maggie before she could speak. "Vanessa," he said in strong powerful voice. Vanessa looked up to him, "yes, who are you?" she replied He knelt down removed his glasses to reveal some dark brown eyes that seemed to be a direct link to his soul. Vanessa was instantly drawn into his eyes, she felt herself being sucked into him. He spoke softly and carefully, "My name is Dragonia, I am going to look after you from now on." Vanessa looked up at Maggie, she just stood there a broad smile on her face, she nodded so to confirm what Dragonia had said. She looked back at Dragonia. "Would you like that Vanessa?" he said softly. Vanessa felt a little uneasy, not because she didn't like this man or she felt that there was something wrong, it was because she didn't have to think at all about it she instantly knew that she would love to be looked after by this man. A man who before today she had never even clapped eyes on, she had no idea who he was or what he did, she just knew she wanted to be with him. "Yes, I really would," she said softly back to him He smiled broadly, "Do you have everything?" Vanessa glanced down to her side, a small satchel held her most valuable positions, "yes Sir," I do He lent down and helped Vanessa to her feet. Taking her by the hand he led her to the car and opened the back door for her, she climbed in and sank into the soft white leather that the entire interior was covered in. Dragonia closed the door behind her and went around to the other side of the car and got in next to Vanessa. "Ling," he said in a soft voice, which seemed to spur the car into movement. Vanessa hadn't noticed but sat in the drivers seat was a young Asian girl; she was dressed all in black leather and looked like a china doll. Vanessa looked up at Dragonia, she smiled broadly back to her exposing a set of very white teeth. Nothing was said for a good twenty minutes as the car cruised quietly through the suburbs and out into the quieter surrounds of the countryside. Vanessa gazed out of the window as Ling drove down the winding lanes that seem to lead to a huge stately home at the far end. Eventually they reached the front of the house. Ling opened the door for Vanessa; she nodded as she let the young girl out. She then went to the other side of the car and let Dragonia out, he kissed her cheek before he came round the car and took Vanessa's hand leading her quickly up the steps and into the house. "This is my home," said opening his arms as they entered, "correction, our home," he said flashing his teeth at Vanessa once again. Vanessa looked around; the place was straight out of a fairytale, a huge sweeping staircase and corridors that went off either way that she couldn't see the end of. "Would you like to see your room Vanessa?" Dragonia said looking excited. "Sure" she said a little bewildered They made their way up the stairs and down one of the corridors. Dragonia threw open a door and presented her room. Vanessa's jaw dropped, it was beautiful, a soft pink colour, a four-poster bed was the centrepiece of the room. It was huge, way bigger than her old room that was barely big enough to fit her single bed lengthways into. She ran inside and jumped on the bed. "Is this really mine?" she said as she suddenly realised that maybe she shouldn't be stood on the bed in her shoes. "Yes my girl, this is all yours now" he said walking slowly into the room "Really?" she replied still trying to absorb the last hour. "Come here" she stepped off the bed, Dragonia went to the desk in the corner and opened a draw pulling out a big black marker, "here this is your room, you can do anything you like in here, write your name on the door," handing her the marker. Vanessa took the marker and paused looking up at him before touching the pristine white door with the black marker. She wrote on the door 'VANESSA'S ROOM'. "Very good," Dragonia said, "now everything within, Vanessa's room belongs to Vanessa." "Thank you Dragonia," Vanessa said handing him back the marker. "Pleasure" he said, flashing another smile, "Dinner is in twenty minutes, I will see you in the dining room then. There is your own washroom through that door there and that door leads to your wardrobe. Ling went and bought you a couple of things she though you might like; we can always change them if you don't." Dragonia closed the door behind him. Vanessa stood there looking round, "wash-room," she said excitedly running towards the door. The washroom was huge, a massive corner bath with gold taps and a huge mirror along one wall, a pink toothbrush sat proudly by the sink. "Wardrobe," she said next running to that door and flinging it open. Wardrobe it was more like another room, on either side there were rails beneath which there was room for shoes, straight ahead was a floor length mirror and lots and lots of draws. Vanessa decided to see what Ling had got for her. She hadn't had brand new clothes for years; he mother had never had the money to spend on her. There were a couple of dresses hanging up, a black short dress in a chiffon material, with a sash and a deep red dress that was longer and more elegant. Beneath each dress there were matching shoes, black pumps with quite a high heel, very pretty with diamond effect strapping. The red shoes had a slight platform and were round toed and also quite high at about 3 inches. Vanessa turned round and looked at the other rail, a couple of tops and skirts. She turned her attention to the draws at the far end of the room. Opening the top draw she saw a full array of bra's, checking she saw that every one was in her size; 34c all different colours and styles. The next draw down, panties matching the bras that she had just seen. The next draw contained hosiery, stockings, hold-ups, tights, every possible colour and design. The next draw held other lingerie, corsets, clinchers, basques suspender belts everything that Vanessa had ever seen or even dreamt about, all felt soft and silk like. In the bottom draw there was a whole outfit. It was a short black leather skirt, black stockings black high-heeled boots, black leather corset. Vanessa picked up each of the items and felt the soft warm leather against her skin. Ling had been wearing the very same outfit. She smiled how amazing was all of this. She glanced at the clock she only had ten more minutes before dinner, she ran to the washroom and stripped naked washing herself she then ran into the wardrobe and put on a pretty off the shoulder black top and pretty knee-length skirt. She slipped the black heels on and ran to her dressing table to brush her hair. She felt the over-whelming urge to look her absolute best for Dragonia. She brushed her hair until it flowed softly over her shoulders. She opened the dresser draws and found every type of makeup she could want or need. Her mother has once shown her how to put it on and she had never forgotten one of the few things that they had done together. Fifteen minutes later Vanessa stepped carefully down the main staircase. Ling was stood at the bottom looking up at her. "Hello Ling," Vanessa said smiling. Ling returned the smile, "Good evening Miss, please let me show you to the dining room." Vanessa followed Ling, "Thank you for picking out those clothes for me Ling, they are beautiful." "My pleasure Miss," she said walking straight down the corridor. At the very end she stopped and opened the door for Vanessa who stepped into the room. The dining room was huge a long narrow table stretched almost the entire length; it was dressed in gold leaf and black satin. Large gold candles stick holder were placed about every five feet on the table. Dragonia was sat at one end of the table. He stood up and walked to meet Vanessa who walked to him, he lent down and kissed her cheek. "Good Evening, my girl, you look very nice tonight," he said taking her hand and leading her to the seat next to his. He pulled the chair out and she sat down. He took his seat at the head of the table. Dragonia picked up a small bell that was on the table and rang it. At the far end of the room a door opened and three men walked out carrying large serving plates with domes on top of them. Vanessa couldn't help but stare, they all looked identical, triplets, they must have been she thought. Each one was about six foot tall with an Italian look, dark hair and olive skin. Vanessa felt herself blush as one smiled at her. "Vanessa meet Carl, Marco and Giani," Dragonia said as they finally got to the head of the table and started to serve up the food. Each one bowed to Dragonia and then Vanessa before leaving. "They are all fine looking men, don't you think Vanessa?" Dragonia said between mouthfuls of chicken. "Yes Sir," Vanessa said timidly. Dragonia just smiled before taking a large mouthful of red wine. Life in the mansion took some time to adjust to for Vanessa but she was soon in the swing of things. She went back to school. Ling would take and collect her every day. Every evening she would dine with Dragonia and they would chat about the day's activities. Vanessa was doing well her grades had slipped a bit after her mother's death but now she was doing better than ever and enjoying it. She was happy living with Dragonia and she was growing to love him more than anyone. It had been two months since Vanessa had been living with Dragonia. She woke up one night and suddenly got the urge to investigate the grand house. After all curiosity always gets the better of us all after a while. She slipped her dressing gown and slippers on and got out of bed. She opened the door and made her way down the corridor. She had only been in about five different rooms since she had lived here and she wanted to see more. She went into the opposite wing of the house and started to open the doors and glance in. Most of the rooms were similar to her bedroom, a guest bedroom she guessed before moving onto the next room. The upstairs didn't seem to satisfy her so quietly she crept down stairs. She took the opposite corridor to the dining room and walked down the dark corridor. A few living rooms a library, nothing much to interesting for a eighteen-year-old girl. She eventually got to the end room and opened the door. The room was about five times bigger than the dining room. A ballroom, she stepped inside, the corner had a small stage with a grand piano. She had never seen anything like this. She twirled around in the room pretending to dance with the man of her dreams. She left and closed the door quietly behind her. The next door was locked. Strange she thought before moving on. She walked across the lobby and into the other wing of the house. There were some noises coming from the main lounge room. Vanessa peeked in, not in a million years did she expect to see what she did. The first thing she noticed was that the triplets were kneeling on the floor in front of the fire. Every one of them was completely naked. Vanessa had never seen a naked man before and see couldn't stop staring. They all looked very similar head bowed, hands by their side and most noticeable their penises to attention in front of them. They were huge, Vanessa suddenly realised that she was drooling. She wiped her mouth and closed it tight. Then she saw Ling. She was dressed in her short skirt again but that was it. Her breasts were clearly visible. She had a pair of very high heels on and was walking back and forth in front of the triplets. "Dungeon!" commanded a voice coming from a part of the room she could not see. The three men stood up heads still bowed and made a single file. Ling pulled a cord next to a bookcase that then swung open to reveal a dark stairwell. The men walked into the darkness followed by Ling who stopped and waited. Then Vanessa saw Dragonia dressed in black leather walk over and kiss Ling softly on the lips before heading down the stairs. Ling looked up and smiled before opening her eyes and looking directly at Vanessa. She winked and then pulled the cord again before following Dragonia. The bookcase swung back into position. Vanessa gasped as Ling winked at her. She ran upstairs and jumped into her bed pulling them up and over her head. For the next month things continued as normal Vanessa went to school, had dinner with Dragonia, Carl, Marco and Giani served, like nothing had happened. Ling hadn't spoken of the wink and Vanessa was starting to think that maybe Ling hadn't seen her at all. However she was unable to get the images of the triplets and Ling and especially Dragonia out of her mind. Then one night during dinner Dragonia stood up and spoke to Vanessa. "Its your birthday on Saturday is it not?" he said. "Yes Sir," she replied. "And how old will my girl be on Saturday," he said smiling. "I will be nineteen Sir," she replied. "Nineteen!" he said throwing his arms open, "this is cause for celebration." Dragonia summoned Ling and had her put all the arrangements in place for a ball the following Saturday in honour of Vanessa becoming a woman. "We will hold it in the Ballroom Vanessa, I believe you have already seen the room, would this please you?" Vanessa just nodded not knowing what to make of the previous statement. "Excellent, of course Ling will have to take you shopping for a special gown for the occasion. Also give Ling a list of whom you would like to invite and it will be arranged," he said before leaving Vanessa sat at the table. In the next week the house was busy with caterers, party planners, a lot of fuss was going on. On the Friday before Ling took Vanessa to get her dress for the big party the following night. They went to a very exclusive boutique that Vanessa had never seen before. The owner seemed to know Ling very well and invited both of the girls warmly into his shop. He was rather a short fat man with a deep red face. "This is Vanessa," Ling said introducing her to the man. "I am Felix," he said excitedly hurrying them into the heart of the shop. A tall blonde lady cam to meet them, she smiled broadly on seeing them and spoke a few words of what Vanessa thought might be Japanese. Ling replied and went to her, they embraced and kissed passionately before Ling introduced Vanessa to the lady. Her name was Helena and she was a beautician. She led Vanessa away from Felix and into a perfectly white room at the rear of the shop. "Ok lets see what we have to work with," said Helen as she started to unbutton Vanessa's blouse. Vanessa was surprised and looked at Ling who just smiled at her. "Help Helena out Vanessa, get undressed," Ling said smiling. Vanessa complied and started to unzip her skirt and removing her now unbuttoned blouse. She was stood in her matching white silk panties and bra. "Those too please," Helena said as he undid Vanessa's bra with a quick motion of her fingers and hooked her thumbs in her panties before pulling them down swiftly. Vanessa stepped out of them. "Very nice!" Helena said smiling. She rang her hands over Vanessa breasts, "34C, and size 10." Vanessa just nodded. Over the next two hours, Helena applied what felt like hundreds of different beauty treatments to Vanessa. Her bodily hair was all but removed, her fingernails and toenails were polished and shaped, her eyebrows were shaped and her skin was exfoliated and tanned. At the end Vanessa felt amazing her skin felt so soft and looking in the mirror she was impressed with how grown-up she now looked. Helena smiled at her then took her hand and led her into the front of the shop. Vanessa blushed bright red; she had felt so relaxed that she hadn't thought was happening. Now she was stood naked in front of Felix and she had never been naked before a man before. Felix laughed, "no need to feel ashamed my dear, I've seen hundreds of women naked before, come here my dear." Vanessa walked over to him and he started to measure her. "I thought so," he said as he went to one of the rails closest to him, "this should fit you perfectly." Ling and Helena helped Vanessa into the black dress; it was quite awkward to put on so Vanessa needed the help. She stood there looking into the full-length mirror, Felix was right it was a perfect fit. The dress was almost Victorian, the top half was a corset with intricate lacing at the front and back that supported her breasts without needing her bra and the bottom was a very elegant floating skirt. "Hold on Vanessa," Helena said as she felt a foot on her back and the corset was tightened up. Vanessa felt all the air pushed out of her lungs as she fought for breath she could only manage short breaths. Panting she took another look in the mirror. Her figure was amazing, very much an hourglass, hips, small waist and large breasts that had been exaggerated by the corset. "A couple of things missing," Felix said excitedly running off to the far end of the shop and returning with a couple of boxes. Helena had sat Vanessa back into a chair and sent to help Felix. Helena lifted Vanessa's skirts up over her head and Ling held it there. Vanessa was red again her pussy was on show to everyone now. Vanessa "I need panties Felix," she said timidly. "Felix just laughed," and carried on opening boxes and fussing around. She felt as silk stockings were delicately rolled onto her legs up over her knees and stuck on her thighs. She then felt her feet slipped into a shoe, then another, then another. Felix and Helena were talking all the time, "No, no, maybe, well, no," they said as they slipped different shoes on her feet, then finally "oh yes perfect." Ling let the skirt go and Vanessa could now look down at her feet to see a pair of round toed black pumps on her feet. The heels were about five inches and very thin. They looked beautiful on her feet. "Try walking on them ," Helena said helping Vanessa to her feet. Vanessa felt a little uneasy at first but she was soon strutting back and forth, she loved the way she looked. "Beautiful," Felix said clapping his hands together. Vanessa spent the night fantasising about the party tomorrow, she was going to be the bell of the ball thanks to Felix's dress. Dragonia's image soon sprung into head and she fell asleep dreaming of him stood over her as she was dressed in her ball gown. The ball was to start at seven and Helena and Felix had been with Vanessa since two that afternoon. Vanessa just sat back and let them carry on with. Helena did Vanessa hair and makeup and Felix made some last minute alterations to the dress. At half past six Vanessa was helped into her dress and she slipped her shoes on that were then tied around her ankles to stop them falling off. At ten past seven there was familiar knock at the door and Dragonia walked in. He looked at Vanessa and a tear rolled down his eye. "You look amazing my girl," he said using a handkerchief to dry his eye. "Thank You Sir," she said bowing to him. Felix and Helena had also bowed to Dragonia on his entrance. "Felix my old friend you have excelled yourself once again," he said turning to Felix. "Very kind Sir," said Felix head still bowed. "And Helena, another fine job," Dragonia said taking her hand and kissing it. "Oh thank you Sir you are too kind." She replied nervously. "Come girl, its time to meet your guests," he said extending his arm for her to take. Dragonia and Vanessa walked purposefully down the corridor and stood for a minute at the top of the stair. "How ere you feeling my girl?" he said smiling broadly at her. "Quite nervous Sir, but excited also," she said quickly in reply. Dragonia just smiled and walked her down the stairs and down the corridor towards the ballroom. Ling opened the door for the couple and rang a small bell as they entered. The room was full, there were hundreds of people there, Dragonia went round introducing Vanessa to everyone, everyone was dress immaculately and always addressed Dragonia as Sir. Vanessa met several Mistress's and several Sir's. Every Mistress seemed to have a younger girl or boy with them and the same went for the Sirs. Vanessa had also invited some of her closest school friends who all seemed to bow and address Dragonia as Sir. Everyone address Vanessa as Miss but this seemed normal now since that's what Ling calls her and the triplets. Vanessa found herself alone at one point and felt the need to sit down and catch her breath, the dress was very tight and she could only breath quite shallowly. Dragonia came up to her, "Lets dance my girl!" Vanessa couldn't refuse it sounded more like an order than a request. She had never danced before and didn't really know what to do but Dragonia swung her around and danced with her extraordinarily well. He was exceptional and in the end a circle had formed around the couple as they danced. Vanessa felt wonderful her breasts pressed up against his hard body and then he would effortlessly swing her round as if she weighted next to nothing. What a turn on she thought as she felt his body against hers, the moisture building in her newly shaven pussy. Once the music had finished Vanessa went to sit again. Ling brought her a glass of champagne, "Happy Birthday Miss," she said toasting her. "Thank You Ling," Vanessa said taking her first sip of champagne. The night went far too quickly, she danced a few more time with Dragonia each time feeling her pussy damp with anticipation. At about eleven o'clock Dragonia stood on a chair and had the band stop playing. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "I would like to make a toast," he held up his glass, "To my girl, Vanessa!" Everyone repeated Vanessa and drank the toast. Vanessa went a bit red but made herself stand, "I'd like to thank everyone for coming this evening, and I would especially like to thank You Dragonia, Sir for throwing such a wonderful party for me, I am truly honoured." Everyone applauded and Dragonia flashed a broad smile at Vanessa Once Dragonia and Vanessa had said goodbye to everyone Dragonia invited Vanessa to have a drink with him in the main lounge, Vanessa agreed and went with him. Vanessa wasn't usually allowed into the main lounge as it was Dragonia's private place and she hadn't seen it since that night she went exploring. They went in and took seats, Dragonia poured a large whiskey and gave it to her. "Happy birthday my girl," he said before pouring himself a whiskey as well. Vanessa had never drunk Whiskey before and she sipped it feeling the heat course down her throat and deep into her belly. It almost matched the fire that was in her pussy right now. She couldn't take her eyes from Dragonia tight bulge in his trousers. "I think it's about time that you found out who I am my girl and what you are," he said taking a large gulp of his drink. Vanessa glanced at the cord hanging down in front of the bookcase. Dragonia just nodded. Vanessa stood up and went to the cord looking at Dragonia as she pulled it. The bookcase swung open in front of her. Dragonia took her hand and led her down the stairway. It was gloomy but she could still see the steps easily enough not to fall, not that she was worried of falling as Dragonia was leading her. He led her down to a big oak door that he pushed open quite easily. Inside the room was what Vanessa imagined a dungeon to look like, except that on one side was a huge bed with black satin sheets. Against the opposite wall was a diagonal cross, a vaulting horse, a huge array of whips and crops and other things that Vanessa didn't know. In the other corner was a large golden throne that Dragonia now led Vanessa to. He sat in the throne and had her sit at his side on a small stool. "You see my girl, I am a Master, which means that everyone shows me every respect and everyone does as I say, anything I say!" he said strongly. "Anything?" Vanessa said looking up at him. "Anything!" he repeated. He stood up and called for Ling. She appeared quickly dressed in her usual skirt, heels and corset. "Strip," he commanded. Ling immediately as quick as she could remove all of her clothes except for her heels and stockings. "Come here," he commanded. Ling tottered quickly to him. "You will obey my girl, understand," he said looking at Vanessa. "Yes Master," Ling replied looking at Vanessa. Vanessa was even more aroused now seeing Ling stood naked before her. "Go on my girl, command her to do anything," he said. "Um, ok Ling please hop on one foot," Vanessa said starring at Ling. "Yes Miss," Ling replied duly hopping on one foot. Vanessa looked at Dragonia. He smiled at her, "now you do it too." "Me?" Vanessa said looking up at Dragonia "Yes you!" Dragonia commanded. Vanessa looked at Ling and slowly stood up and started to hop on one foot the same as Ling. "Good girl," Dragonia said smiling, "ok stop that, Ling take her to the wall!" Ling led Vanessa over to the wall, "Strip her," Dragonia commanded, Ling immediately set about removing Vanessa from her dress, she stood there naked in front of Dragonia and felt the wetness from her pussy run down the inside of her leg. Ling then pushed Vanessa up against the wall and strapped her arms and feet against the wall so she could not move. Dragonia came up close and ran his finger between her pussy lips, he smiled and licked his finger, "mm sweet my girl, very sweet." Vanessa could do nothing; she smiled and replied "thank you Sir." Dragonia clapped his hands twice and in walked the triples. Carl, Marco and Giani all naked all erect just as she remembered them. Her pussy twitched at the sight. Dragonia went and sat at his throne, "Ling you are in charge." Ling become a lot more different at this point she went from being quiet and unassuming to being domineering and loud. She made the boys come over and they started to kiss Vanessa all over her body, well everywhere but her pussy. It drove her mad and she couldn't help moaning out. "Shut up bitch," Ling said as Vanessa moaned again. Vanessa bit her tongue from then on, which was really hard when you have three horny guys kissing you all over. After what felt like forever Ling commanded the boys to untie me and tie me onto the vaulting box. They strapped her down over the box so her ass was sticking up in the air. Once again they started to kiss and lick her all over. Giani was biting and licking her ears, which Marco was licking her thighs and Carl licked the back of her neck. Ling clapped her hands and they all changed, Vanessa felt her pussy being licked and then her ass and then her pussy oh god she thought. Vanessa opened her eyes to see Giani stood in front of her with his cock at her lips, "suck it bitch," Ling said spanking Vanessa's ass. Vanessa opened her mouth and eagerly started to suck this huge cock. As she sucked she felt her pussy lips forced open as Marco slid his cock into her pussy. The cock in her mouth muffled her cries as he started to slowly pump in and out of her virginal pussy. Vanessa felt her body start to shake as her first ever orgasm ripped through her followed shortly by her second as Marco flooded her pussy with his cum and Giani flooded her mouth at the same time. Vanessa let cum fall from her mouth onto the floor as she gasped for air. Ling walked round to her face, "tut tut," she said, "untie her." The triplets untied her and she stood up shaky in her high heels. "We do not waste cum around her my girl," said Ling pointing at the puddle of white on the floor, "lick it up now!" she commanded. Vanessa obeyed her immediately and dropped to her knees licking at and sucking up cum on the floor. "Good girl," Ling said stroking her hair. Vanessa smiled and continued until it was all gone. Vanessa opened her eyes and sat up. Vanessa I'm not sure how it happened, but it did. I only met her several months back, formally. It was marvelous, I mean being with her. She said she knew me from way back, but not directly. She said it was when I was young. At the time, she was too. She was only 24, teaching elementary school. I was in Junior High. She said the second time we came to know each other I was 18, she was 29. I recognized her the third time, but we didn't work with one another. I was 21, a college grad, and she was 32. That's when it all fell in line. She wanted out. That's what she told me. Lying naked together after an erratic and raucous bout of great sex with her, we lay breathing heavily. And that was when she said it. She needed to get out. That was evident. What's a nun doing having sex with an adult male she's known off and on? The caged desire was well hidden. It tore her apart. She developed bouts of depression, speaking out to her Mother Superior, and had argumentative bouts all the time with her fellow nuns. This was not good. She knew she desired a secular life. She knew she desired it more and more every living, breathing moment of her life. I just listened to her. For a while, as we lay gratified of our shared experience, my hands resting behind my head. But my eyes, they peered over to my side, and they watched her breasts rise and fall, expand and contract heavily. It was a sight and she was a sight too. It was surreal as hell. To have sex with a nun who recalled me when I was a lowly student in Junior High and now as a grown man who was with her intimately, now that is surreal. But was it worth it? Oh hell yes. It and she were worth every freaking second. The whole ordeal we went through was worth every ounce of energy expended between Vanessa or should I say Sister Theresa and me. Not that I've ever seen a woman put as much energy and enthusiasm into sex, but a woman like Vanessa who was a nun at the time, came to fuck me and the way she did so was utterly amazing. It was spellbinding. It left me speechless. She sighed forever and she thanked me and she thanked me again. And thanked me again after that. I looked across with my eyes only. There was no remorse, none whatsoever. She was laying there, her chest heaving up and down and I could tell the sex had blown her away. But her vitality, her passion, and her deep seated desires drove her. She saw the upsides to a secular life. This is what which drove her and they drove me too. They drove us. Her deep seated desires drove her to finish what was so ingrained, so embedded in her mind and her soul. For a seemingly pious and quiet person that she appeared to be she was not that, not on that day at least. In fact she was an entirely different human being. She was an entirely different personality. She had changed, switched into someone I did not know. But I did not fault her nor did I criticize her one iota. That adventure drove me to desire her again. She sighed again. My body forced me to breathe heavily too. It was instinctive. My chest rose. She looked over and gazed at it. She smiled and her eyes met mine. We smiled. I told her how much I enjoyed doing it with her. All of a sudden her face went blank, then she frowned. I knew why. I felt bad for her, really bad. I helped a nun disgrace herself. She knew she shouldn't have done it. "If it makes you feel any better" I started to say in a sarcastic tone "you were a natural. What happened was like it was choreographed and meant to happen." It was the right tone of voice too. She smiled. Turning, her breasts began to fall sideways. I watched them. I wanted to reach across and feel them. I didn't really want to play with them, only feel what they felt like again. I already knew, but she was a stunning looking woman without her conservative outfits on. She was a brilliant specimen as far as women went. Everything from her hair, her eyes, and her humble lips to her shoulders, her breasts, and her modest nipples impressed me. And the rest of her impressed me too. Her slender torso, her retiring hips, and her tight small but shapely ass were incredible. All of her, everywhere, was incredibly captivating. "Thank you" she said. She wasn't sure of herself. Her eyes looked down over her body. I watched them as they evaluated her figure. God, she was extraordinary in her own right. She looked up. She was going to ask a question so I smiled waiting for it. "Do you think I am attractive, a sexy woman?" she said. I looked at her. And I looked at her, smiling as I waited to answer her properly without sounding crude and crass. I couldn't find the right words. "Never, in my life, have I" and I paused. "Never in my life have I ever, ever enjoyed making love with a woman more then I did now with you Vanessa... You have to be one of the sexiest women I've ever made love to in my life." She smiled. I wanted to crawl forward and hold her tight. I wanted her to know what I said was true to the last word. "How many other women have you made love to?" she asked. I didn't have a problem answering that. "Several" I told her "but it's been a long time since I've been with another woman It's been a very long time if that matters or helps." She smiled, said it did, and she reached across and pulled me towards her. She whispered again, but not in a remorseful way she wanted out. She said she wanted out so she could do this "morally" again. She said she wanted to make love like we had, but with me. That turned me on. I started touching her, kissing her, but not on her lips. But on her shoulders and her chest above her breasts and I kissed her cheeks and she kissed me. She kissed my lips, she kissed my neck, and she turned me on. She felt me getting aroused. It stiffened. It awoke. She looked down and she smiled. She reached down and she took hold of it. And she placed it against her flat tummy and she looked into my eyes. She mouthed the words saying to push against her, push against her tummy, and I did. It was exciting. It was pleasurable. And we had foreplay. We had more foreplay. And before I knew it we were making love again. And she was screaming and crying out joyously. She wailed and moaned beautifully, expressively. I pushed hard against her as her legs rested on my shoulders. I watched her virgin pussy entertain my cock as the two of us had our parting orgasm. We fucked and we pulled at one another. We fucked madly and wildly and my house filled with screams of ecstasy. We had filled it full of ecstasy and euphoria as she and I came one last time. Once we came we collapsed harmoniously. We came together and it was wondrous. We kissed and held each other. The breathing was again heavy. We were exhausted.Our breathing was passionate and profound in nature. Holding the other close we clutched each other firmly. I whispered in her ear telling her I loved her, but she knew I said it out of a fit of passion. She understood and it was okay. She turned and smiled and her lips met mine and we kissed. She had to leave. She was preparing herself for her excommunication as a nun. She would tell her sins, be excommunicated, and she would be a free woman, soon. She would come back, seek my solace, and the two of us would again make mad passionate love with each other. She was in an auto accident two weeks later. A truck hit the bus she was on. She was no longer a nun at that point. It was a rushed excommunication, done swiftly. She was free and she invited me to her new place. I had received the address. I went to see her at her new place, but she was not there. A woman came out of her apartment. I looked at her. She looked at me. Something was wrong. "Are you a relative or friend, dear?" I nodded. "I'm sorry, but word has it she was killed last night in terrible auto accident." She told me what she knew. I knew nothing of her family. I went to the police station. I arranged things from there until her family came to town. I disappeared once they came into the picture. I will miss Vanessa. We had fun. Vanessa I remember the time I first kissed Vanessa so clearly; I can almost feel the sensations, the anticipation, the fear, the excitement. It was such a fabulous experience. I was about 21 had invited several friends over for a party to my house to celebrate the end of semester and we were quite drunk. Most people had left and only Jack, Caroline and Vanessa were still here at the house. They were keen to stay a little longer and I pulled out a deck of cards. "How about a game of circle of death?" I asked - it was a pretty standard drinking game. Lots of tricks that were difficult to perform while drunk that required you to drink if you didn't complete them right. That's when Jack suggested that we make it a little different. "It's a good game, but it's a bit old and boring. How about we mix it up a little?" "What do you mean?" Vanessa asked. Vanessa was an ex of one of my friends, but that was ages ago and it was well known that Jack had the hots for her. She was one of those cheeky girls who liked to make a double entendre, but was a bit coy when it actually came to doing anything. "Well, rather than having standard dares, how about we make them up as we go along?" Jack had been a buddy of mine for years. We played football together back in high school. He was one of my few high school friends who I still kept in contact with now I was at college. He was loud and boisterous, but actually very bashful. "Sounds good to me." I said. "I don't know." said Caroline. I had met her in some college drama production that I had work in as a stagehand. We had fucked in the back seat of my Mitsubishi Mirage after the cast party. We have never talked about it since but I still have scars from her fingernails scratching my back while she screamed that she was coming. "Come on, honey." Vanessa said to Caroline "I am sure it will be kept safe." She winked. "Okay then." I shuffled and dealt. Caroline got the first trick card, the Queen of Hearts. "Alright, Jack. You made this game up. What does this mean?" "I think you need to call a massage parlor and ask them how much for a little suckie-suckie." he replied. "What!!" Vanessa started laughing. "Yeah, pretend you are getting something for your boyfriend." "No!!" Caroline shouted. "Come on, babe." Vanessa encouraged her. "It'll be fun." "They can't admit that they do that. It's illegal." "You just need to ask." She picked up the phone and asked directory assistance for any massage parlor. "Hello, Golden Temple." the lady said when she picked up. Caroline's face went bright red. "Err." "Yes, honey?" "I need to ask you something." "Yes?" "I want to get a birthday surprise for my boyfriend. How much for a BJ?" "Okay honey, you are looking at $75 for the massage, $90 as a tip for the extra and another $50 if you want to watch. $215 all up. If you say that Lin sent you we'll do it for $200 flat." Caroline just hung up. "That was terrifying!! I can't believe she just admitted they do that over the phone. What if I was a cop?" "But your not, babe." Vanessa reassured her. Jack got the next card tick card. We decided that he had to drink a cup of beer standing on his head, which he did gleefully. He did a headstand against the wall and I fed him the beer, which mostly went up his nose and through his hair. "Alright!" he shouted when he stood back up. "Who's next?" We just pulled drink cards for a while until Vanessa got the Jack of Spades. "Oh!" Caroline shouted "You have to do a body shot off Jack!" Jack looked a little shocked, but quickly took off his shirt and lay down on the table. Caroline laid a trail of bourbon from his chest to his navel where she made a little pool. Vanessa came over and after a brief moment's hesitation licked all the way down and sucked up the liquor. She stood up and wiped her lips. "I'm starting to get this game." Vanessa said. I got the next trick card. "You have to kiss the next person who gets a trick card." Vanessa stated calmly. "What!?" I exclaimed "What if it is Jack?" "You would expect me to kiss Caroline, wouldn't you?" "That's different." Jack said. "Just do it, Steve." Caroline said, giving me a steady stare. I had a two out of three chance of making out with a girl, I thought. Caroline drew the next card and slowly turned it over to reveal the Kind of Diamonds. I smiled. Caroline looked up at me and I stood up and walked over to beside her chair. I knelt down and gently cupped her jaw. I leant in and kissed her, softly at first, then firmer. I felt her tongue flick over my lips. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into her mouth and soon her tongue was caressing the underside of mine. I slid my hand down her chest and cupped her breast. She kissed me harder and I squeezed her soft large tit. "Hey!" Vanessa shouted "Hey you too, stop that!" I let go of Caroline's tit and pulled my lips away from hers. Then went back and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "I've missed you." I whispered. She stared at me longingly for a moment afterwards. Vanessa pulled the next trick card. Caroline and I whispered to each other for a moment, and then I announced "You have to do a lap dance for Jack." Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Vanessa stood up and seductively danced over to his chair. She hitched her skirt up so she could straddle his legs. She leant in close and stroked her cheek along his face. He was still not wearing a shirt. Vanessa ground her pelvis against Jack's crotch. Soon she stood up, pushed Jack's legs apart, turned around and then sat on his package. She wriggled her ass against his jeans and her skirt soon worked its way up over her ass revealing a little yellow G-string and the smooth cheeks of her bum. God that was a beautiful sight. Caroline came over and sat on the arm of my chair to watch the show. Jack was clearly enjoying the dance, his head lolled back and he groaned in pleasure. Suddenly I felt Caroline's hand on my thigh. I put an arm around her waist and held her. Caroline wolf-whistled. "Yeah, Nessa! Show them how it's done!" she encouraged. Vanessa took hold of the hem of her top and slowly lifted it, then pulled it over her head. Her large tits were cupped beautifully in a black lace bra. "You only had to do a lap dance, no a strip tease." I said. "I know." Vanessa replied with a wink. Jack moved his hands to Vanessa's waist. She slapped his hand. "No touching without paying!" she shouted. Jack looked surprised and took his hands away, but Vanessa quickly grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on her butt. She squeezed his hands forcing him to squeeze her soft behind. "Oh, that feels good." she said. Caroline's hand was creeping up my thigh and had then arrived at my crotch where she started to stroke and squeeze my hardening cock through my jeans. Vanessa turned around again and then knelt in between Jack's legs and keeping her eyes focused on his she licked the material over the growing bulge in his pants. Moving higher she lay kisses on his bare belly, then his chest. Jack's hands rose up and cautiously slid up her sides eventually rested on her voluptuous breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them through the fabric. Caroline continued to rub my cock as I leant in and kissed her back. I slipped a hand under her top and worked my way towards her tits. Jack slipped one strap off Vanessa's shoulder, then the other. He scooped Vanessa's' beautiful tits out of her bra. She didn't seem to mind at all. I held both Caroline's breasts with my hands and pulled the cup material out of the way, so I could pinch her nipples. They hardened under my touch and she responded by unzipping my fly. My God! Is this really happening? Could it be possible that I would fuck a chick with other people in the room? The possibility that Jack and Vanessa might get it on as well filled my mind with startling images. Caroline's hand slid into my fly and soon fished my cock out. She softly stroked the head, and then squeezed the shaft with her hand. Vanessa looked over at us, and whispered to Jack. He giggled and they both stood up and went into the bedroom. "Hey, Caroline?" I whispered to her "Do you want to go through as well?" She stood and we walked through to the bedroom where Jack and Vanessa were. When we got there, they were already pulling each other's clothes off, passionately kissing in between items. Caroline pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I pulled her top off quickly. Her bra cups were still pulled under her tits and her nipples stood out proudly. She slowly knelt in front of me and licked my cock once before sucking the whole thing into her mouth. I looked over and Vanessa was lying on the bed, Jack was sucking on her breasts like the fate of the world depended on it. I picked Caroline up and lay her on the bed. I pulled her skirt off and her panties followed quickly. She had the most beautiful snatch, I dove in and stuck my tongue right in. I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. I slowly introduced a finger and stroked her upper wall while I sucked harder on her clit. Caroline was writhing in delight, with Vanessa in ecstasy lying right beside her. Jack got down between Vanessa's legs and started to eat her out as well. The two girls took each other's hand and held on tight. Caroline was soon screaming out. "Ah, ah, AH, AHHHHH!!! Oh, fuck! I'm coming!!!!" I swirled my finger around inside her as she subsided. "Oh, fuck Steve. That was great. Let me do you." I complied by lying down on the bed while Caroline crept down toward my throbbing pole. As soon as her lips touched it, I was filled with electric sensations. She expertly ran her tongue over my cock and took me inside her warm mouth, slowly pulling me out. It was divine! I looked over at Vanessa, and she looked back at me. Her face was aglow with the sensations of an oncoming orgasm. Jack was still working at her pussy and Caroline was greasing my pole. I looked into her eyes and found myself wanting her more than anyone else in the world. I reached out and touched her face, her smooth beautiful cheek. She continued to look at me and encourage me. We slowly came closer and closer together until our lips touched - I am sure a little spark of electricity jumped between us. I dove into her. Our lips pressed and our tongues roamed each other. I was filled with a need, a passion that I had never experienced before. I was also terrified of what Caroline would think of me kissing another woman while she was sucking my dick. We pulled apart. "I can taste Caroline's juices on you." she said. I smiled and then quickly sat up and lifted Caroline from my aching cock. I flipped her onto the bed and poised my cock in front of her sopping pussy. She looked me right in the eye with an expression of wanton lust. I smeared her juices over her pussy lips with my cock head and then slowly pushed in. Caroline squealed in delight, but I was looking at Vanessa. Vanessa reached for Jack's head and pulled him up. "Fuck me, big boy." she commanded. Jack got in between her legs and pointed his cock at her waiting slit then drove it home. Vanessa's face was exquisite. Four sweaty bodies writhed on the bed, groaning and swearing. I thrust myself deep into Caroline's pussy as she purred in my ear. I could hear Jack grunting beside me, pounding Vanessa while she encouraged him on with vulgar language. She slapped him on the ass with a loud smack! "Oh yeah, Jack-o! Fuck me with your big cock. Slap me with your balls. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Ride me cowboy. Fuck, yeah. Ah, Ugh, Argh, Oh. Grind me, you fucker. You dirty pervert, deeper, harder, faster. Fuck! Yeah! Oh yeah! Don't stop! I'm getting close. Do me Jack-boy. Yeah, yeah, arrrrrgh!!" Vanessa arched her back and screamed as her orgasm washed over her body. She finally subsided trembling. Jack had slowed his pace while she came but now sat up, pulled Vanessa hips in towards him and drove his cock into her like a steam train. Sweat poured over his brow and his back. His face tightened and he grunted, suddenly pulling his cock out and shot a great stream of come over Vanessa's belly. He raised his head and roared as his come shot from his cock like fire. I could feel Caroline tightening under me, her tension building as she got closer to her second orgasm. She dug her nails into my back, just like she did before. "Oh, Steve! You make me come so good. Oh, it's coming. Here it is. Oh, it feels so good. Arrgh!!!" She pulled me in close to her, hugging me like she needed my whole body inside her. I ground against her clit as she toppled over the edge and fell into bliss. The sound of her orgasm was so exciting to me I began to feel my come boil in my balls. I thrust deep and hard into her then pulled my cock out. Before I could do anything Vanessa had taken hold of my engorged cock and pumped it with her fist. Jerking me off onto Caroline's belly. I couldn't take it any longer. I arched my back and shouted out as my boiling hot come shot from my cock. Vanessa screamed with surprise. The first shot had flown right into her face, across her cheek. The next one covered one of Caroline's tits. The rest landed on Caroline's belly. Vanessa wasted no time. She bent her head and licked my come from Caroline's tit, spending extra time cleaning her hard raised nipple. Caroline just looked stunned and surprised, but enthusiastically returned the favor licking my come from Vanessa's face. She finished with her lips and the two girls licked each other's lips and tongues for a good while before we all collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bed and went to sleep. ****** About three hours later, I woke up and went down the hallway to pee. I had to extract my arm from under Caroline, who was nestled against Vanessa, who was spooning with Jack. I walked down the hall naked. Moonlight streamed in through the windows. After I washed my hands and splashed water on my face. I could hardly believe what had happened. I came back out and ran into Vanessa waiting in the hallway. We looked at each other for half a second then grabbed each other in a tight embrace. Our lips met and we kissed furiously. I picked her up and pushed her against the wall. My cock was hard in a moment and found its way into her wet pussy right away. I pushed against her and ground my throbbing cock deep into her soft folds. I could tell she wanted to cry out in delight but she bit down on my shoulder to stop her shouts - she did not want to wake Caroline or Jack. "Oh, Vanessa. I need you." I whispered to her "I don't know how I could have not noticed this before, but you are everything to me. I have never felt a want like this. So clear, so defined." "You talk such poetry, Steve." she whispered back "Now fuck me." I leant into her and pressed her between me and the wall, thrusting deep and hard into her pussy. My pubes pressed hard against her clit. Soon I could feel her pussy start to twitch. I keep thrusting steadily into her, feeling her use my rhythm to get herself off, angling her pussy to grind against my cock. She pulled harder on my shoulders then bit my shoulder and groaned through her teeth as she came. As she subsided she relaxed, then put her legs down. "Let me down, Steve." She whispered in my ear. I slipped my cock out of her pussy. She was immediately on her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth urgently and sucked on me vigorously. I had to put my hands against the wall to keep myself steady. Very soon, I could feel my orgasm building deep inside me. "I'm going to come soon." I said softly to her. Vanessa just looked up at me and winked. She kept sucking on me, moving my cock deep into her mouth, lingering at the tip with her tongue. "Argh, arrrgh." I grunted quietly as my orgasm finally totally overcame me. Shot after shot flew into Vanessa's mouth. She swallowed them and kept right on sucking. Good god this woman was a machine with her mouth. After I had shot more come than I ever though I could, she pulled my cock from her mouth. Vanessa just stood up and walked down the hallway, the moonlight playing across her beautiful butt as she walked away from me. Vanessa Okay, so this isn't Chapter Two of "Hook, Lie & Sinker". But this was a story that was bursting to be told, and I decided that, while I make sure that anything I write at this point in my "Hook" story series won't conflict with the major ending-points I've got in mind, I might as well take a little time and go in a slightly different direction. I will say one thing in advance, however: In my opinion, Vanessa is a justifiable example of a Loving Wife (even though I've received plenty of comments that this genre is intended for cheating wives and their accepting – meekly or otherwise – husbands). For me, a "Loving Wife" is any woman who is going to look outside her committed relationship for sexual gratification; to that end, this story will be staying in the Loving Wives category…please don't bother writing to express any dissenting views on that point. For the record, there's very little sex in this tale. What sex there is, while somewhat graphic, is there solely to show how deep the intimacy runs between the two main characters. As always, I appreciate your feedback and, whenever possible, your encouragement as well. -Ntropy586 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "These things happen for a reason." "Time heals all wounds." "There are plenty of fish in the sea." I've got to be honest: I've heard these (and other) platitudes more times than I can count. My friends keep repeating things of this sort to me pretty much daily; strangers, upon hearing my story, do so as well. Perhaps they think that, through sheer repetition, things will somehow become less painful. But as I have never yet come across anyone who has been even remotely in my situation, I really have no idea if this sort of well-meaning "help" is effective. I don't want to belittle my friends; they've been a rock of support since well before I met Vanessa. I just don't want to hear another pithy line that's supposed to cheer me up, get my head straight, or put the nightmare that was my relationship with her completely from my mind. So why don't I tell you my tale, and see what your thoughts are…. First things first; my name is Robert Wagner. Yes, my parents were somewhat less than original, and I've had all sorts of fun growing up while "Hart to Hart" was on the air. I caught all sorts of grief from my classmates – and others – over my parents' decision, and learned early on how to at least give as good as I got; from trading verbal barbs to swapping punches and black eyes behind the school at the end of the day, it was one heck of an education! But as the years went by, and as I entered high school, these things ceased to be as much of a problem, and I was able to devote my attentions more toward my formal education instead. Oh sure, I was a typical teenage boy – I wanted to get a PhD in girls but, because I was a typical teenage boy, the reality of my skills with the ladies was far, far less impressive than the self-image I worked hard to convince myself to believe. I know I was grateful when Sally Morse and I put an end to my pesky virginity, but it wasn't because I was suave like Cary Grant; she thought I was kind of cute, and I made her laugh, and since we both were up for it, it sort of happened. Yeah, I know: a Hallmark moment, to be sure. But by the time I graduated from Rochester High School and went to the University of Michigan, I had more than a rudimentary knowledge of the female form, and at least something a wee bit better than guesswork on how to please a woman…or so I thought. Let's just say that university life was a real eye-opener. I had dated (and slept with) a handful of girls before making my way to Ann Arbor, but it was during my time there that my education began in earnest. I pursued a finance degree (graduated Summa Cum Laude, thank you very much!) during the day, and pursued Emily Davis during the weekends. It was at her hands – no pun intended – that I discovered the most important facet of lovemaking: it's not about my pleasure, it's about giving that pleasure to my partner. Trust me, that's heady stuff for a 19 year-old kid to be grappling with! But this isn't about my college years. So I'm going to leave there by saying that I did well, academically and socially and, upon receiving my degree, took a position with a multi-national bank. I was assigned to their offices in Phoenix, Arizona, and left the dubious joys of rain, sleet, snow, hail, ice and wind-chill temperature readings for 300+ days of sun. Oh yeah, I loved it. Don't for a second kid yourself on that account. My family soon became accustomed to the very infrequent visits from me, but made up for it with their trips to the Southwest to see me instead. I, in the meanwhile, had settled into my career and began putting in the long hours that were part and parcel of starting at the bottom end of that totem pole. I met Vanessa one afternoon as I was coming out of the break room for my floor. She had popped down from where she worked, two floors above mine, to see a few of her friends, and I was immediately taken with her. Let me see if I can paint you a picture: Vanessa was about 5'4" tall, with deep, rich, dark brown hair that flowed to just past her shoulders. She was petite, almost pixie-like, in stature, with a face that had features so finely crafted that one might think Bernini himself was involved in the design. From her dark, chocolate-brown, almond-shaped eyes to the thin line that was the bridge of her nose, right down to the dimples that lined her generous (yet sensuous) mouth whenever she smiled, everything seemed to work to enhance every other part of her. I was enchanted, no doubt about it; yet I was also quite aware that the company I worked for took a very serious view upon anything that could even be remotely considered sexual harassment. So I did the only thing I could. I was friendly and polite, but left all the game-playing behind. That's right. I didn't flirt with her. I didn't ask her out. I didn't do anything whatsoever that could be construed as putting her in a situation where my words and deeds could be thought of as even remotely sexual in nature. Somewhere along the way, we became friends. Her trips down to visit her friends on my floor slowly began to also include trips to see me and I returned the favor from time to time, heading up to her floor to have lunch, or even just stopping by her desk if I happened to be up there on business already. Sure it was hard at first, not giving in to those baser instincts that I'd relied on throughout high school and college; but I had my head on straight and kept my dick in my pants – both literally and metaphorically. After several months, however, things again moved ahead. Lunches in our break rooms turned into going outside to grab a bite to eat at one of the bistros nearby, or even just taking our lunches and sitting out on a hillside and soaking up all that sunshine that Arizona is known for. Our conversations ranged all over the place and virtually no topic was taboo, though I didn't bring it into sexual areas even then. All in all, we were becoming fast friends, and I was finding that the battle between my hormones and my common sense wasn't such a difficult one. In fact, I had somehow managed to do to her what I'd experienced from women once or twice; I'd moved her into the "friend" category. I'd pretty much come to the realization that I had a remarkably enchanting friend when fate stepped in and proved that I really wasn't the master of my own destiny (despite what they teach you in business school). Vanessa and I were enjoying a lunch of Mexican food at one of those places you just have to be a local to know about, when she hit me with a question. "My mother had two tickets for Les Miserables on Friday night," Vanessa began, "but can't go and gave them to me. Would you be interested in going?" I was stunned, absolutely speechless for a few moments. If someone had taken a picture of me at that precise instant, I have no doubt in my mind that I would have been the stereotypical image of that guy with his jaw hanging about a foot below the rest of his mouth, his eyes goggling with surprise. But to my credit, I recovered and recovered quickly. Closing my mouth, and trying my hardest to make sure that the look on my face didn't reflect the nearly-maniacal glee in my heart, I told her that I would be delighted to go. The rest of our lunch passed rather less eventfully, as we discussed the evening's schedule and what, if anything, we might wish to do before or after the performance. For the remainder of the week I was on Cloud Nine. If I had a soundtrack that accompanied my daily existence, I'm certain that I'd have been sued by the Walt Disney corporation for swiping several of their more upbeat works. But for all that, I still rationalized things. Remember, she's a friend from work, I'd tell myself. She just asked you to go to a play with her, not go to bed with her, I also repeated. The play was wonderful, and Vanessa's company was absolutely delightful. From the dinner we enjoyed before the show (thanks, Paul Flemming, for making our evening magical) to a cocktail at a great little underground jazz club in Tempe, our evening was magical. I was sorry that it had to end, and when it did I gave Vanessa a tender hug and let her into her house. That's right, no kiss. Hey, I'd seen what happened to those who made the mistake of thinking that it wasn't sexual harassment just because it wasn't business hours! I'd been invited to a play, had enjoyed it immensely, but at no point had either of us referred to it as a "date". Call me a coward if you will, but my appreciation for the credo of "who dares, wins" stopped well short of the line where I would risk my job. Evidently, though, I had done something right that night, for the next weekend saw me spending time with Vanessa yet again. In fact, the following weeks contained more and more instances where she and I would be spending time with each other. From hiking the trails around the Phoenix Valley, or climbing Camelback Mountain, to even taking a leisurely stroll around Arizona State University's campus (if you've never been there, I recommend it; the architecture is amazing!), the two of us were sharing more of our "personal" time with each other…though you'd never know it to see the two of us at work. I was still very aware that I could be walking a very fine line, and didn't want to suddenly rush ahead and ruin a budding relationship, a wonderful friendship and possibly my career all at the same time. Things finally came to a head, though, when Vanessa and I took a drive to the observation point at South Mountain, where the lights of Phoenix, as well as the rest of the valley, were spread out before us. As we sat there atop a low wall, Vanessa nestled into my arms, I suddenly found her turning toward me, our lips touching as she leaned in again for what was the start of many a passionate kiss. Perhaps I'm a romantic, but for me there was nothing else in the entire universe at that point. I took no notice of the view, saw no lights, heard no sounds, felt nothing whatsoever aside from Vanessa in my arms, her lips on mine, our tongues darting and dancing as we sampled each other after so long. Eventually we came back to reality, and our brief conversation put us firmly on a "dating" footing. Dating Vanessa was something I was not entirely prepared for, though even now, looking back, I don't regret that part of our relationship a bit. We hadn't really discussed our private lives up to that point; however, I did know that she had two children from a previous marriage, and that her family was from the valley. As we moved forward, I began taking on a role within her family, and spending plenty of time with her two boys. Mark was eight years old, and rather precocious, while his little brother, Sam, was four (and rapidly approaching five). I also got to know her parents quite well. In fact, I soon was calling her mother, "Mom" within the first two weeks of our newly-expanded relationship, and her sister April (who lived in Tucson) and I seemed to hit it off on those rare occasions when she'd drive up to visit her family. From trips to the zoo, to movies at the local mega-plex, or even just playing in the backyard, I was loving the life that came with being a semi-surrogate father. The boys, while spending time with their biological father, seemed to bond with me…and I with them, as well. Months went by, and our relationship continued to grow. Those times we could get for ourselves were cherished, and we actively explored each other. To that end, "Mom" was a godsend. For whatever reason, she'd considered me a member of the family from the moment I had been introduced, and took both Mark and Sam for an evening pretty much whenever we might ask. It led to a greatly heightened sense of intimacy between the two of us, and led to more than one memorable moment. To give you some idea of where we were as a couple, let me share this with you: I had invited Vanessa and the boys to my condo for an afternoon of playing in the gigantic pool that the complex had opted to build. My "condo" had originally been designed as a luxury apartment, but due to the local demographics that market had failed to catch on. But by going condo, however, they had managed to sell the properties (and make back their investment), while still offering the amenities that had been planned-for from the get-go. For me, that meant access to a wonderful gym, a vast pool, sauna, and several hot tubs. For the kids, it meant an afternoon of playing until they were too tired to go on. Vanessa and I took the exhausted children back to my place, where we put them to bed in my room. I'm a softy, I'll admit it; I stopped as I was closing the door to just enjoy the angelic look of peaceful exhaustion on their sleeping faces. Vanessa, however, had other ideas. As I closed the door and made my way down the hallway, she suddenly grabbed me and pushed me against the hallway wall. I was shocked, and pleasantly so, when she suddenly got this fierce look on her face and, grabbing the front of my shirt, looked deeply into my eyes and said, "fuck me, now!" just before she reached up on tiptoe and kissed me. I didn't need to be told twice. Quickly bending down, I scooped her into my arms and carried her into my living room – the farthest point either of us could be from the boys, yet still be in the apartment with them. Laying her on the sofa, I began tracing kisses along the angle of her jaw, while my hands gently caressed their way down the front of her top, opening the bikini ties whenever they weren't teasing her body. Slowly, my hands inched their way from her shoulders to her breasts, exploring first the top, then the sides of her sensitive flesh, before tracing gentle circles inward to her already-aroused nipples. At each gasp of breath from her, I'd switch from gentle kisses to lightly nibbling whatever exposed area of flesh I happened to be in contact with at that moment. Back and forth, over and over, my hands seeming to act of their own will, while my lips, teeth and tongue kept stoking the fire within her. Item by item, her clothes were rapidly becoming a small pile on my floor, and at long last I began my journey past her belly button. If she thought I had been teasing her before, I was positively Machiavellian in my exploration of her hips, legs, and (at long last) her now very-moist and sensitive pussy. Oh sure, there are those who will insist on calling it by its clinical term (vagina), or who want to take the vulgar approach and refer to it as a cunt; for me, that supremely enjoyable part of a woman has been – and will continue to be – a pussy. I've heard it called that by pretty much every woman I've been lucky enough to date, so you'll have to forgive me if the term seems trite. It's what I'm going to use, whether you like it or not. Vanessa, by the time my tongue had finished tracing gentle circles down one leg, and back up the other, was clutching my hair and trying her hardest to guide my head (and that teasing tongue of mine) to her very aroused and positively leaking pussy. Allowing her to think she had accomplished her goal, I began tracing my way along her outer labia, lapping up those few juices which had managed to make their way that far as she squirmed under my previous oral onslaught. Up and down, again and again, coming close – tantalizingly close – to her clitoris, but always stopping just short of that hyper-sensitive bud. Pausing only long enough to take another quick breath, I then shifted my attention to her inner labia, lightly flicking that sensitive flesh as I made my way over each and every inch of exposed flesh before extending my tongue and dipping it as deeply as possible into her copiously-leaking pussy itself. Again and again, I approached her clit, leading her closer to her release before running by tongue back downward, into her honey pot…and occasionally dropping below even further, to gently tease and stimulate that small portion of skin between her pussy and ass. Vanessa was climbing the walls, metaphorically speaking. On the one hand, I was doing my utmost to prolong her arousal, and to ensure that when she finally did reach her release, that it would be cataclysmic. On the other, she was (even then) very aware that her two young boys were out cold in a room no more than 30 feet away from us. Trying to keep her reactions as quiet as possible was providing yet another source of arousal for her. If you disagree, just try to NOT think of something, say a puppy, for example, for five minutes. The odds are, you've already thought of a puppy, just by trying not to! But all good things must come to an end, and my slow build-up with Vanessa was reaching that point. Once again tracing my way upward toward her now quite distended clit, I continued upward, gently wrapping my lips around that engorged and positively hot portion of flesh. While my tongue darted around the outside of that tiny mass, and then along the ridge of it, my lips were providing suction and I began a gentle humming that had her quickly grabbing a pillow from the couch to cover as much of her head as possible with. It was the moment for which I had been waiting, because at that point I inserted my middle finger, rubbing along the front wall of her pussy…stimulating her G-spot. Her muffled moans became more strident, coming with greater frequency, and at last, when I felt her pussy beginning to contract on the finger now gently circling along her Graftenberg spot, I suddenly stopped licking, sucking and humming – and, lifting my head ever so slightly, blew a warm (yet forceful) breath onto her again-exposed clitoris. Vanessa's hips arched off the couch, while her pussy did everything it could to drag the rest of my hand in to join the finger giving her so much pleasure. Her juices were flowing, and it was all I could do to lap up as much of them as I possibly could – no mean feat, considering just how much her body was thrashing around at that point! Eventually, her orgasm subsided, and after several minutes of my simply holding her, I stepped out of my trunks and gently lowered her onto my aching rod. Inch by inch, gravity drew her downward until we both were on the floor, seated, her atop me while her legs wrapped around my back. My legs were bent in front of me, as if for yoga, and by raising and lowering my knees, I provided the movement for the both of us. We were both in ecstasy at that point, and with the position we were in, our difference in height meant that we were face-to-face. There was plenty of kissing, but otherwise we had settled into a slow, gentle rhythm which led her to one orgasm after another. Vanessa Luckily for us, both boys were truly wiped-out; both Vanessa and I were too wrapped-up in each other by that point to really be giving much thought to the possibility of them waking, though we were still aware enough to make sure we weren't too vocal. It was that day that I discovered just how erotic a whispered sexual encounter can be…if silence is necessary. Okay, so not all our lovemaking was of that particular caliber, but even so, it was something we both strove to make wonderful whenever we had the opportunity to make it happen. Months went by, and our relationship continued to grow and to deepen. It was about seven months after I had begun dating Vanessa that my world began to change. I had been at work, while she had taken a day off to spend with the boys getting their vaccinations for school, and we were catching up with each other when she hit me with a question from out of the blue. "What would you think about getting married?" she asked. I was, yet again, stunned. I hadn't seen anything like this coming, and am old-fashioned enough that I had always figured that I'd be doing the asking when the time came. But I loved her, and am comfortable enough in my manhood that being the one proposed to wasn't emasculating to me. So I gave it some serious (if slightly quick) thought. "I'd love to marry you," I replied, "but I don't think that over the phone is a very romantic way to propose to someone." There was silence; I was certain that she thought I was criticizing her, though that was the farthest thing from my mind. "If you'll allow me," I quickly continued, "I would love to be able to ask you – and ask you as romantically as I can – the very next time we go out." Her joyous gasp told me I had gotten this right, and that was important – I only planned on doing this once, after all! True to my word, I made sure our next date night was every bit as romantic as I could make it, and when I dropped to one knee, it was all either of us could do to keep from crying our eyes out. The one concession I made with regard to the proposal involved Vanessa's engagement ring. From the very start, she had expressed very particular choices when it came to both her engagement and her wedding rings. "I did it the traditional way once before," she explained, "and I swore, when it ended, that if I were to do it again I'd get exactly the rings I loved, because they were going to be a symbol of the man I love." …who can argue with that? I certainly couldn't. Well, instead of placing a ring on her finger, I took her to a jeweler I had known since shortly after coming to the valley. We waded through his selection of engagement and wedding rings, and settled on a custom-designed pair for her which (I have to admit) were downright stunning. With measurements made, my friend promised to quickly begin work on her engagement ring, so that she could wear it proudly just as soon as possible. I, on the other hand, wanted a rather simple gold and platinum band; it was a wonderful design, with the two metals seeming to cross over each other, yet still flow as one solid band around my finger. So with that, our wedding preparations began in earnest. Rings? Ordered and paid for. Reception hall? Booked, deposit paid. Caterer? We were still sorting through three very strong candidates, though I had my preference (but hey, it was her big day – I was wise enough to keep my own counsel on that matter). Our wedding was going to be held outdoors, and I had managed to make use of my membership in the Frank Lloyd Wright conservancy to book his world-renowned house, Taliesin West, for the actual ceremony…the conservancy was able to approve this due to the small number of guests and the nature of the wedding (it being an outdoor service, after all). As we were progressing with our plans, I was slowly but surely moving my things from my condo to Vanessa's house. It was not my intention to disrupt the lives of Mark and Sam any more than I possibly had to, and between the greater room there and the fact that they would be in an entirely different school district if we moved to my area, it just made no sense for me to hang onto that condo. My clothing was the first to arrive at Vanessa's, with small appliances and other items slowly migrating there as time went by. As for my furniture, I fully intended to sell off anything that she and I didn't want (or have a use for). I've thought about this for longer than I can even describe, and even now I can't find any clues I may have missed that my world was about to be turned upside-down. Vanessa and I were as close (romantic and emotionally) as we ever were, the kids were becoming more excited by the day to the upcoming addition of myself to their family, and our plans kept moving forward, item by item. So it was quite a shock to receive a call from Vanessa as I was packing items at my condo one evening. She was in my parking lot, she explained, and needed to talk to me. I invited her to come up, but she instead told me that she had the kids in the car, and would rather I met her in the parking lot instead. To this day, that conversation haunts me. "I've got a problem," she began. "It involves Lane." Lane, I knew, was the guy she had dated before me. I hadn't really asked much about him, as I believed at the time (and still do, in fact) that the people we were with prior to our current significant others are only important in that they helped to make each of us the people we are at that point in time. In other words, if she didn't want to tell me about him, I wasn't dying to know. Vanessa, however, went on to explain that she had discovered that she possessed some unresolved feelings for him, and that it was tearing her up inside that she loved me, but had these feelings for him at the same time. Whatever you may think of me, I'm a typical guy in one very clear respect: I hate seeing women cry when I have the power to make things better (and, therefore, get them to stop crying). It wasn't even a hard decision for me to make, really. Vanessa was wanting time to resolve her conflicted feelings, and I was going to make sure she had the time she needed. All I asked was that we keep in contact; my life at that point was one which contained her, and I just couldn't see myself cutting her out of it unnecessarily. We both made our promises of love to each other, hugged, and left with her giving me an eerily-chaste kiss before she once again climbed into her car. Work for the next two weeks was difficult to say the least. I'd see Vanessa virtually every day, but there was this newfound barrier between us. Our conversations were no longer the free-roaming exploration of topics and ideas that we'd enjoyed. Gone too were our lunches, or our afternoon meetings to just take in the sun and unwind for a few minutes before going back to our days. Perhaps hardest of all, our nightly conversations were growing shorter and shorter. It wasn't hard for my mind to tell me I was losing her, but my rational self kept repeating that all she needed was time, and that our love was strong enough to hold us and comfort us both during this difficult time. It was a Saturday afternoon when everything fell apart. I hadn't heard from Vanessa for the previous two days, and my calls to her cell phone were sent directly to voice mail. I was puttering around the condo, doing my utmost to keep from going stir-crazy or, worse yet, of letting my worries send me places I didn't want to go. So the ring of my cell phone was a welcome surprise; I didn't even check the caller ID, but instead flipped it open and gave a happy, "hello!" "Hi, Rob," came the voice of Vanessa's sister. "I hate to be the one who has to tell you this, but you really need to know, and my idiot sister sure isn't going to tell you anytime soon," she blurted out. This did not sound like good news, and I said as much to her. What came next just proved that my previous words were enough to qualify me as a true Master of Understatement. "Vanessa invited me to Las Vegas for the weekend," April explained, "and we left on Friday evening. What my sister neglected to tell me was that Lane was meeting us there, and that the two of them had planned on getting married while they were up there." I was numb. Time had stopped, or perhaps it was just my heart; either way, I didn't seem to care which one it was. All I knew was that my world, the one I had grown to love and to look forward to experiencing for the rest of my life, had suddenly been torn away from me. For a state that has 300+ days of sun each year, it suddenly seemed as if thunderheads had rolled in, and that the surrounding land was now cold and grey. It was with a numb body and a chilled heart that I listened as April filled me in on the back-story between Vanessa and Lane. Evidently, what my darling fiancée had neglected to mention was that Lane hadn't simply been the boyfriend before me; he had proposed three times…and each time had backed out once the planning got serious. It seemed, from everything April had been able to piece together, that Vanessa had genuinely pursued me, but when Lane showed jealousy over her new love life, she realized that this could be used to her advantage. I know it was cynical, but a rather large part of me suddenly agreed that this explained her rather unorthodox proposal to me (and by phone, no less), and how quickly we'd come to the majority of our arrangements. I was also advised that, when April had realized what Vanessa and Lane had done, she had abandoned the two of them and was even at that moment driving back to Tucson. Lastly, April confided that, upon hearing about this disturbing chain of events, even "Mom" had washed her hands of her wayward daughter. Vanessa was well and truly on her own with Lane. April and I exchanged meaningless words for a few more minutes, before I finally begged-off and ended the conversation. I guess it was both a blessing and a curse that there was a sports bar across the street from my condo complex. It was certainly a blessing as I didn't have to drive anywhere to get absolutely, positively shit-faced drunk; but it was a curse because the way I felt the next morning did not do a single thing to help take my mind off the problems I had – in fact, the hangover only added to the pain of the whole thing. So I decided not to repeat that particular "remedy" any time soon. That Monday at work was a living Hell, I tell you. By that time, Vanessa knew that her sister had spilled the beans, and that a confrontation with me was something that was pretty much unavoidable. So when I asked her to meet me for 15 minutes at the start of our lunch break, she agreed. For my part, our meeting was everything that you'd expect to hear. "Why?" I asked. "Why go through all this, the engagement, the planning and, most importantly, my falling in love with you?" I honestly was looking for answers; I desperately needed to know just where things went so wrong. Was I that poor a judge of character? Was I a gullible fool? Was this something beyond either of our control, where Lane played on his previous relationship with Vanessa? I had to know. However, I was destined to be in the dark, it seemed. "I got what I wanted," was all she had to say, a snide smirk upon her face. There were no answers forthcoming from her, no explanation that would shed light on any aspect of this. All I had was her callous statement, and that was enough for me to decide what to do next. "Well, I guess we just have to resolve the final details, then" I replied, breaking the silence which had descended with her pronouncement. "After all, there's the matter of an engagement ring that has to be returned, deposits that I need to be reimbursed for, and my possessions to retrieve. I guess it's a lucky thing I hadn't put the condo on the market yet." This, evidently, was not something which Vanessa had planned for. I don't know what she was thinking, but the remainder of our time together that afternoon was spent with me explaining how, if she did not return the ring I had given her, reimburse me for the deposits I had laid out, and ensure that my property was returned to me undamaged, I would take the matter to court. Laying out my case to her, I made sure to explain that, with the right judge and jury, I might even be able to make a strong case that the entire engagement was nothing more than fraud, since she had done this for the sole purpose of at long last getting Lane to commit to her. Our agreement was hammered-out then and there, and the next night I had the ring, the boxes full of my possessions, and a check (from Lane, of course) for the entire amount of the deposits I had shelled out over the previous weeks and months. The one thing I didn't expect – though why, in retrospect, I cannot honestly say – was a brief letter from Vanessa that had been included with the boxes of my items. In her flowing script, she went to great pains to tell me just how mean and selfish I was, and that my actions had spoiled her happiness at a time which should be the most joyous of her life. She continued on to say that she doubted she'd ever forgive me for being so cruel to her, and that threatening to sue her – or worse yet, to have her prosecuted – was the absolute lowest thing she could ever have experienced. Lastly, she wrote that she and Lane had decided to start anew, and were going to move to Utah shortly, as he had previously sold the businesses he owned in the valley and had planned on moving there before their trip to Las Vegas. I snapped. I'll admit it, I went off the deep end…for all of 30 seconds. That was about how long it took for me to realize that she really didn't have a clue; that her life was such a sad, shallow place that my getting angry would at best be misconstrued, and at worst be unrecognized completely. So I decided instead to fight her vitriol with the milk of human kindness – that always seems to be the best way to really get under the skin of those who offend us the most. First, I kept my ears open at work to learn if her statement was true; there was still no way I was going to go out on a limb where my career was concerned. Once I had verified that Vanessa was indeed leaving the company, I very carefully crafted my own letter to her. Each and every word was chosen with care, as well as with an eye toward passing muster if it should somehow make its way to our Human Resources department. Vanessa, I realize you are leaving the company, as well as the state, to start your life anew. With that in mind, I had a few things I wished to share with you so that we – you and I – can put our time together to a clean and (I hope) definite close. First, let me just say that I looked forward to being able to share my life with you, Mark and Sam, that your mother was every bit as loved by me as my own, and that your sister was someone I even now think of with fondness. They are, each and every one of them, special, and I hope that you'll show them that daily, and that perhaps, just perhaps, a tiny portion of that will be considered to be from me. I know, or at least the rational part of my mind knows, that any pain I feel will pass with time, and I wish that any pain they feel as well will fade quickly. Lastly, I just wish to make an observation that has been with me for years. What I've seen, in my own parents' marriage as well as in other long-term couples, is that passion eventually fades, but it's the contentment that a deep and abiding love and commitment bring with them that carries a relationship through those rough periods. So I won't wish you happiness, as you've told me you're happy. Instead, I will wish that you find the contentment that will help you and Lane sustain your marriage and your commitment to each other. These are my last words on this matter, Rob Since she had seen fit to leave her letter to me tucked into my belongings, I decided to return the favor, leaving my reply under her windshield wiper while she was at work. At that point, I really had no desire to see her face-to-face any longer, or rather, I had an aching need to see her, but the realization that seeing her would only bring more pain kept winning out over my need. The next day, which happened to be her final day at my company, I found her reply. It was left under my windshield wiper, just as my own reply had been for her. "You bastard," was all it said. It really was all I needed to put paid to this entire fiasco, and I went all-out to distance myself from that previous part of my life. A new phone number, a new condo, and a change in my work schedule all helped – I wasn't seeing her friends at work any longer, thanks to the different hours, I didn't have to deal with all the memories that Vanessa, her children and I had made at my old place, and with the new number, I didn't have to worry about hearing from her mother or sister. I still cared for the two of them, but I also realized that if I were to keep in touch, invariably I'd wind up hearing about Vanessa…and that this was one particular wound that I had to let scab over completely. For a city of 2 million people, Phoenix can be a mighty small place. From time to time, I'd run into "Mom" and, sure enough, I'd get some info whether I wanted it or not. Oh, it wasn't as if she was giving me chapter and verse about her oldest daughter; instead, it was her attempts to commiserate with me that caused the difficulty. The first time we bumped into each other, she went on and on about how disappointed she was in her daughter, and how she'd pretty much disowned her once she found out about what she had done. The gesture was a good one, but I found myself flooded with all the memories of our time together none the less. I think it was April that finally convinced her mother that, contrary to showing solidarity, this could have the opposite effect and leave me feeling worse. Whatever the reason, after a few instances of bumping into each other, the random meetings ceased and I began the long, difficult process of picking up the pieces and moving on with my life. Epilogue: It was about seven months after I had received Vanessa's final reply on my windshield, and I was making my way from the cool, dark environs of work into the warm sunny day that met me after my shift had ended. Settling my sunglasses on my face, I was surprised to hear my name being called. Glancing right and left, I at last saw "Mom" standing perhaps 45 feet away from me, waving in my direction. Oddly, for the first time I truly noticed that the memories weren't flooding back. I wasn't suddenly feeling the loss and the pain, though I still had a void which I had yet to try filling with dating once again. So it was not all that difficult to alter my path to intersect where she stood waiting. Evidently, "Mom" wasn't there by accident. I discovered this after the standard pleasantries were exchanged ("you're looking well" and all that) and I asked, "So what brings you to this particular neck of the woods?" "Mom" looked relieved I had asked, and that, I decided, did not bode well for me. Sure enough, she went on to tell me that while she had all but disowned Vanessa upon hearing of what had happened between the two of us, it had been harder than she had realized when her eldest daughter had taken her kids (and "Mom's" only grandkids) and moved to Utah. However, "Mom" went on to explain, that move had been short-lived; after only six months as husband and wife, Vanessa and Lane had decided to go their separate ways and she had moved back to Arizona with her kids. "You know, Rob," the woman I thought of as a second "Mom" said to me, "I'm sure if you were to stop by my house some night for dinner, that the two of you could talk a bit. You were the best thing that ever happened to her, and she realizes that now." Vanessa It was amazing; I felt no pain whatsoever! Nor was there any of that desperate longing I had felt when this first started to fall apart. As I examined my feelings, I realized that it really might be a good time to start dating again, and that the only way to do this right was to explain this all to "Mom". So I stepped forward, wrapped her in my arms, gave her a heart-felt hug, and commenced with my explanation. "Mom," I said, "I'm sorry that Vanessa's marriage didn't last. I'm also terribly sorry that she's now realized that what we had was something special and worthwhile – or, as you said, that I was the best thing that ever happened to her." "Mom's" face was clouding, she didn't know for certain where this was going to go, but she had a distinct idea that she wasn't going to like it very much. I was too far along, however, to stop myself now; I had to say this, to get it off my chest and out in the open once and for all. "Sadly, there is no way I could ever see myself trusting Vanessa again," I continued. "What she did was callous, deceitful and so devoid of consideration for anyone but herself that my entire view of her has been irretrievably effected. I love you, I love April, and I love the Vanessa that I thought I had…the reality, however, I will gladly do without." And with a last kiss on "Mom's" cheek, I restarted my life in earnest. Vanessa and Caroline Last week while flipping through resumes of people applying to be her new secretary, Vanessa was shocked to see Caroline Anderson's name on the top of one. Vanessa remembered her very clearly from high school. Caroline had made her life a living hell back then. Caroline had been a bully back then. She was always spreading rumors about her or stealing her lunch money or mocking and insulting her until she cried. Vanessa hated her so much back then. And the few times Vanessa dared to stand up to her, Caroline had beaten her until she hurt all over. Caroline usually capped of the beating with a swirlie too just to drive the message home and put Vanessa back in her place. Vanessa had been one of only a handful of black girls at an almost all white high school and Caroline never let her forget that. She wasn't racist exactly, she didn't hate Vanessa for being black but being black was what made Vanessa different. It isolated her and made her easier to bully. The torment would be the same no matter what it was that made her different. Being black was just the most obvious and easy to exploit. As she looked over Caroline's resume Vanessa was tempted to just crumple it up and throw it away. Or maybe burn it. That would be more dramatic and Vanessa was always a fan of the dramatic. But then Vanessa thought better of it. Better than dismissing Caroline out of hand for what she did in high school, she would interview her instead. After all, she hadn't even seen Caroline in almost a decade, surely she'd changed in all that time. And it would make Vanessa the bigger person to give her old bully a second chance. And if by some miracle Caroline did get the job, then Vanessa would be able to boss her around all day every day, well, that would just be icing on the cake. A week later Vanessa woke up extra early the morning of Caroline's interview. She wasn't quite sure why but she wanted to really impress Caroline when she came in. Vanessa figured it was just because the wanted to show her former bully just how successful she'd become. She hadn't even seen Caroline since high school and she hadn't really blossomed until she was a freshman in college. There was a good chance Caroline wouldn't even recognize her. The last time they'd seen each other Vanessa had been skinny as a rail with no hips and a flat butt and barely filled a b cup. Now she sported an impressive D cup and a well-toned ass. Guys were always hitting on her now unlike when she was in high school. Vanessa decided to dress to impress today just to show up her former bully even more. She started with a push up bra that made her D cups even more impressive. She matched the bra with a thong to add to her self-confidence. Plus it was really hot out and a thong helped keep her cool down there. After that Vanessa picked out a nice black pencil skirt that showed off her ass as well as her legs to great effect. On top she picked out a low cut red blouse that left plenty of cleavage exposed. She topped her outfit off with 4 inch heels. Vanessa made sure her hair and makeup were perfect and even decided to put in contacts instead of wearing her glasses. She hated putting her contacts in but she knew she looked better with them than she did with glasses so she was willing to make the sacrifice in order to impress Caroline. Vanessa had a few meetings to attend to in the morning and a little bit of paperwork to finish before the interview but very little real work. She'd set her schedule to give herself all afternoon to conduct interviews but when she saw Caroline's resume she decided to leave all afternoon for her. She wanted to have time to toy with her former bully and prove once and for all that she was the more successful one. When Caroline finally arrived for her interview almost 10 minutes late, Vanessa could see at once she hadn't changed since high school. Not only was she 10 minutes late, Caroline hadn't even bothered to try dressing up for the interview. Who the Hell shows up to an interview in a tank top and cut offs? Not to mention she had about a dozen visible tattoos. The moment she saw her, Vanessa already knew that she certainly wasn't the person she wanted making the first impression on clients when they came to her office. Vanessa had been sincere in wanting to give her a chance but Caroline immediately blew it showing herself to be the same poor white trash Vanessa always knew she'd become. Vanessa thought about sending her away immediately but decided to be polite and give her an interview anyway. And graciously invited Caroline into her office. Vanessa smiled and was polite and asked Caroline all the typical questions about why she should hire her but in reality she'd already decided that there was nothing Caroline could say to make her hire her. But Caroline didn't impress in the interview any more than her appearance did. She had no experience or qualifications to be a secretary but the way she answered the questions made it obvious that she was just as arrogant as ever. Vanessa finished the interview quickly and stood up to shake Caroline's hand and hurry her out the door. "Well that about wraps things up for me. Unless you had any questions...? No? In that case you'll be hearing from me within the week one way or the other. I always hated not hearing back so I like to call people and let them know whether they got the job or not." *** Caroline returned her smile but when she took her hand her grip was crushing. Caroline was not nearly as stupid as Vanessa seemed to think. She knew Vanessa had no intention of hiring her. Had never had any intention of hiring her from the moment she walked into the interview. But she wasn't about to be rejected by this little wimp. Vanessa had been a loser in high school and she was willing to bet that Vanessa was still just as much of a loser now despite her nice clothes and makeup. All she needed to do was expose that and put the little bitch in her place. She grabbed Vanessa's arm and pulled her over the desk separating them. Before Vanessa even had a chance to protest, Caroline circled the desk so she was behind her and put her hand on her back pinning her to the desk. "Not so high and mighty now, are you bitch?" Caroline taunted as she started spanking Vanessa's firm ass. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "What are you...hey stop that...Ouch...OUCH!! OWW!! Please stop it." Vanessa started begging as Caroline started raining spanks down on her ass. Vanessa tried blocking the blows with her hands and wiggling away but couldn't stop Caroline's onslaught. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Soon Vanessa was reduced to a sobbing mess as she begged Caroline to stop. She was ready to promise her anything if only the assault on her rear would end. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "So? Are you gonna give me the job? Huh?" Caroline asked when she saw that Vanessa had no fight left in her. "Yes! Yes!" Vanessa cried hoping to just get this whole ordeal over with. "Hmmm, you gave in pretty quick there. Maybe I should ask for a raise..." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. "Yes fine! I'll give you whatever you want!" "In that case," SMACK. "I want sixty grand a year," SMACK. "full benefits," SMACK. "and 6 weeks paid vacation." That was significantly more than Vanessa was able to offer. Her boss gave her a little leeway when it came to her secretary's salary but the cap was at $40,000. To give her $60,000 Vanessa would have to give her the other $20,000 out of her own paychecks. She wasn't even sure if she could find a way to get her the 6 weeks of vacation. But at that moment Vanessa didn't care about the logistics. She just needed to get Caroline to stop spanking her so she agreed to all of her unreasonable demands. To her immense relief the smacks stopped as Caroline considered the job offer. After a second though, "Sounds good. I'll take the job." She said as she grabbed Vanessa by the hair and dragged her into the private bathroom attached to the office. She pushed Vanessa to the floor in front of the toilet and pulled out her cell phone. "Now say it for the camera..." she prompted Vanessa didn't see any alternative, she still had no intention of actually hiring Caroline but she needed to get her out of her office. After all, without a written and signed contract a verbal agreement didn't really mean anything so she could promise the bully anything she wanted but it didn't mean it would happen. Even if the offer was on camera without a signature on a contract it meant nothing. So Vanessa dried her tears and looked straight at the camera and began, "I, Vanessa Smith, fully intend to hire Caroline Anderson as my secretary with a starting salary of $60,000 a year and full benefits." "And?" Caroline prompted again. "Oh yeah...and 6 weeks paid vacation," Vanessa finished. "Good girl." Caroline mocked while still recording. "But it seems your make up got all messed up somehow, your mascara is running all down your face like you've been crying. Let me help wash your face..." She stepped up to Vanessa and grabbed her by the hair again. She turned her to face the toilet and shoved her face first into the bowl. Vanessa struggled as hard as she could but she hadn't been expecting this and hadn't taken a deep breath before going under the water so there wasn't much fight in her. After several long seconds Caroline finally flushed the toilet and as the water rushed out Vanessa was able to get some much needed air before the toilet refilled and she was again underwater. Caroline was just as merciless as she'd been back in high school and didn't let Vanessa go until she had flushed 5 times. When she let go Vanessa collapsed back onto the bathroom floor sputtering and gasping for air. Her hair and makeup were ruined and her expensive clothes were soaked in toilet water from her struggling. "Oh, and by the way," Caroline said as her victim tried to catch her breath, "I'm not nearly as stupid as you see to think. I know that little video job offer doesn't really mean anything. You think you're gonna be rid of me as soon as I walk out that door. And you may be right. I don't have a contract so you don't really have to give me the job. But then again if you don't give it to me with all the benefits you promised, I may just see that this video of the proud and haughty Vanessa Smith getting a swirlie gets out. And that may just ruin your career..." she finished with a smirk. Vanessa realized she was right. She'd not only been beaten by this woman she'd been out maneuvered too. Her reputation would never survive if that video ever got out so she really had no choice but to give in and let Caroline win. Vanessa hung her head in shame and defeat. She thought Caroline would just leave her a mess on the floor but Vanessa had other ideas. As she saw how weak and pathetic her new "boss" looked sitting defeated on the floor like that she couldn't resist going just a little bit further. With her eyes on the floor, Vanessa didn't see Caroline pull her own shorts off. Her first hint that her humiliation wasn't over was when she saw Caroline's shorts and panties on the floor. She looked up to see what her new "employee" was doing just in time to see Caroline step up to her and straddle her head. Vanessa had thought that when her old high school bully shoved her face into a toilet would be the low point of her life but as the warm stream of liquid splashed down on her face she realized how wrong she'd been. Vanessa opened her mouth to scream and cry but that was a horrible mistake. The foul smelling liquid filled her mouth and threatened to choke her. "Don't you dare spit that out, bitch." Caroline warned her. But what else could she do? Vanessa was desperate to get Caroline's piss out of her mouth but if she couldn't spit it out... Seeing no other alternative, Vanessa swallowed. Vanessa & Danny In my small community college I'm considered the popular girl, the one with the thick blond hair, jade green eyes and perfect skin. I know that I am the envy of many students, male and female alike. I was a god amongst mortals there. But, that doesn't mean I like it. To be stereotyped as a certain person just because of your looks is awful. I have always felt the need to put on a show and take on the role that everyone assumed I was to be. But, with that came low grades. And if I were to ever get out of here and live in a place where I didn't have to be that person, then I had to get my marks up. I managed on my own in every area except math. I really did fall under the typical blonde stereotype when it came to math, I just plain sucked. So, I took it upon myself to find a tutor. I searched around until I found one right in my own school. I didn't know her name but I always saw her around. it was hard NOT to see her. She was kind of unusual, resembling a flower child, like a girl stuck in the sixties. She wore beads around her neck and head that were shaped like hearts and moons and flowers. Her tattered and vintage clothing always looked faded and dirty. To top it all off, she had worn the same pair of ratty brown leather sandals for the past two years now. Her name turned out to be Danny. And, of course, I could never be seen in public with her, so I suggested we have all our sessions, privately, at her house. When I entered her bedroom, inside her sixties era home, I wasn't too surprised to find that her bedroom matched the rest of the house. "Do you like my room?" "It's, um, it's-somethin'" I replied as I looked around, taking it all in. It was messy, yet organized. Her bed looked as if it hadn't been made in years, yet looked like the comfiest thing I had ever seen. Posters that read Make Love Not War covered the walls along with a lot of hanging things made of hemp and beads. "You're really hung up on the whole flower child bit, aren't you?" I asked her. Danny smiled. "Yes, yes I am." About six weeks later, I was able to function on my own in class, felt more confident in the work I was submitting and actually started to get grades about a C-. It was all thanks to Danny. I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't need her anymore. She seemed to really enjoy tutoring me and we even became friends over a short period of time. I felt Danny's kind and carefree nature easy to be around and found myself missing her some days. "Did you know that there was more to the sixties that just protests and flower children?" Danny asked me one day. We were sitting in her room, listening to some strange music while studying. "Really, like what?" "Oh you know, free love, make love, not war, that sort of thing. Just imagine what it was like then, people making love whenever the felt like it, anywhere they wanted." "Wow, I can't even picture that. I guess it's not much different now, though. Girls have sex with guys anywhere. I know Mike expects me to be like the rest of the girls in my group." I thought of my football playing boyfriend, who was more for show than anything else. I only dated him because I thought it would make me popular. "Are you, um, you know, like those girls in the sixties?" Danny blushed. "No, not really. I mean, I want to be. But I don't really like any guys my age. I-" She blushed even more and turned her gaze back to her notebook. "What? You what? Come on, you can't start to say something and then just not!" i laughed and tossed a pillow at her. Danny sighed and then smiled as she rose from her seated position on the floor. I watched as she made her way over to the closet and pull out a small black chest. She unlocked it and lifted the lid, then motioned for me to come and see. I slid down from the bed and scooted across the floor to peek inside. i gasped in shock at what I saw; an assortment of dildos and vibrators, all ranging in size and color. "Where did you get these?" I asked, picking up a large red one one. "I got my first credit card a few months back and, let's just say, I spend a lot of money on internet shopping." I was still stunned. I had never seen these things in person before, just heard talk of them through the many girls I hung out with. "Would you like to try one?" Danny offered. "You can borrow one anytime." I dropped the toy back in the box. "Oh, no, I don't think it's for me. But Thanks." I was blushing now, and couldn't bring myself to look Danny in the face. Because, for a second, I thought she was offering to use one now...with her. The disappointment was surprising. Later that night, I laid in bed, unable to shake the image of the big red dildo from my mind. I also couldn't shake the image of Danny using it. I looked at her in a whole new light now. The next few times Danny and I hung out, she couldn't stop talking about her secret hobby. She shared intimate details with me, giving me more mental images, while I sat and just nodded. One day she broke out a collection of pornography magazines. They were all sexy women, naked, touching each other, touching themselves. The images were enough to make me wet. We browsed through her collection for the next few days, both in silence as we scanned the pages and learned from some of the images. But, one day, Danny broke the silence. "Vanessa, would you like to see what I do to myself with my toys?" I gasped, something I did a lot around Danny lately, but was surprised to find that the answer was yes. I wanted to see her use her toys. I wanted to see her naked body move and act like the ones in the magazines. So I just nodded. Danny just grinned happily. "Lock the door." Danny dropped her shorts and then her white cotton panties to the floor. My heart sped up as I watched her lift her tie-died shirt over her head. Danny never wore bras and her breasts were small and round. I noticed that her nipples were hard already. "Now, hold up a magazine, any one, so I can watch while I do it." Still speechless, I scrambled for a magazine and opened it to the centerfold. My fingers gripped the pages as I held it up for Danny. She stood on her knees, completely naked, facing me. Then, she grabbed the big red dildo, the one I liked, and licked the tip. "Now, watch carefully," she instructed. "Because you're next." "What! No, Danny, I-" "Shhh, yes, you can," she replied and leaned over to kiss me. I hadn't seen it coming, or else i may have backed away. But Danny's soft and warm mouth was on mine, her tongue teasing. She leaned back to her position and began to slide the dildo in and out, slowly and sensually. She grabbed her breast with the other hand and rubbed it until I heard her moan, never taking her eyes off of the magazine in my hand. "Oh, yes, hell yes-Vanessa...you don't know what you're missing!" She pumped the penis faster and harder, falling back onto her bottom so she could get a better angle. I stared at her perfect and wet vagina as the big red dick filled her over and over. i wanted so badly to reach out and touch her, feel her wet pussy, and stick the penis in my vagina. Before I realized what I was doing, I began to remove my clothing. I slipped my sun dress up over my head and flung my bra across the room. My panties were quick to follow. "That's right," Danny encouraged. "Come here." I crawled across the floor and met her mouth with mine. She was still fucking her self when I reached down and wrapped my hand around hers, moving with the motion she was going. Danny let go and placed her hands over my breasts, rubbing and squeezing until they were tender. "Oh, God-" I moaned as my head rolled back in pleasure. "Vanessa, I'm going to cum," Danny warned me. "Oh! What do I do?" I asked innocently. "Just keep fucking me! Harder!" As I did, I watched as Danny's body arched off of the floor and felt her orgasm flow from her wet pussy and down to my hand. It felt as if I had no control over my body. This was something I would never do. And I certainly wouldn't bend down and caress her sweet pussy with my tongue. But I did. "Ohhh, Vanessa!" I dropped the dildo and repositioned myself in front of my friend. I threw both legs over my shoulders and planted my face into her mound. It felt good to hear her moan in pleasured agony as I ate her out. My tongue rubbed frantically at her hard clit, and it wasn't long until Danny came again. I let her juices fill my mouth until she was done. "Holy, crap," Danny finally spoke. "You're amazing! And, to think, we've been wasting all this time studying!" I laughed and blushed. This wasn't me, even though I enjoyed it beyond belief. "Hey, don't be ashamed," she said softly and kissed me tenderly. "Would you like me to do you?" I just nodded, unable to break away from my shyness. It was ridiculous to be shy around her after what we just did, but I was. Danny moved toward me, still naked, and kissed me hard. "Wait, I-" I paused for a moment, unsure. "I'm not ready." "Oh, well, we could wait, do it when you are." Danny looked disappointed but not angry. She gave me another smile and a quick peck on the cheek. "Maybe this weekend?" "Sure, that gives me some time to think about it." We got dressed and I headed home for the evening. After a long and silent supper with my roomates, I laid in bed thinking about my day. Danny had awakened something in me this afternoon, something I never dreamed I was capable of. I mean, I wasn't fond of my boyfriend, but I wasn't a lesbian either. Or was I? Then, it was it a light had turned on inside of me. I thoroughly enjoyed looking at naked women in magazines, found myself glancing at beautiful girls on the street, and was extremely turned on by everything that Danny did. Maybe I was a lesbian. So, didn't I owe it to myself to find out? I grabbed my phone and opened to my messages, scrolled down to Danny's number and started to text. It's me. I'm ready. It only took a second for her to text back. So soon? U sure? Yes. 100% and then some. Great! Wanna start now? My mouth dropped open and I stared at the text. What does she mean? It's late, I can't leave the house now. How would we do that? Well, start with removing your shirt. A grin unexpectedly came to my face. Now I understood. I removed my shirt and bra, exposing my breasts. I felt a little silly, being naked in my room all by myself. Now your bra. Already gone. Oh, so eager, are we? Eager for you. That's right, now slip you hand down your pants and massage those pink lips. Oh, Danny, I'm getting so wet. Me too, I'm using your favorite red dick. I wish u were using it on me. I'll be right over. I sat up straight and removed my hand, my wet underwear sticking to the skin between my legs. Shit! Was she serious? Danny? DANNY? My roomates are home! That's okay, I'll sneak in through ur window My bedroom was on the basement level, so she could easily climb in through the small window above my dresser. But did I want her too? Was the risk of getting caught worth it? I thought about that while I waited for her to show up. It wasn't until I heard the light tapping on my window that I finally made a decision. My heart jumped and my stomach tightened when I realized she had arrived. I was excited, eager, and wanted Danny to be there. So, I tip toed over and pushed it slid the window open. "Hey!" she whispered as she climbed in. "I can't believe you came to my room!" "Are you mad?" I grinned and took her in my arms. "No, not at all." "Sorry, I'm sort of sporadic like that-" I stopped her in mid-sentence with a hard kiss, tasting her mouth and taking in as much as I could. I wanted Danny, right there, and I was going to have her. "Fuck me, Danny." Her mouth widened across her face, excitement in her eyes as she quickly went to work on my pyjamas. A few buttons flew off in the heat of the moment, but I didn't care. I wanted our skin to touch, for her hands to caress my soft breasts and mine hers. We were naked in seconds and kissing passionately. The heat between my thighs increased with every kiss, every touch. Danny broke our embrace and dropped to her knees. She pulled me down gently and I lay on my back across the soft carpet in my room. Her hands caressed my belly and grabbed my breasts while her face met my moist vagina. Everything below my belly button tightened and twisted in delight as Danny's tongue worked vigorously on me. I felt it move in and out, twist and turn, and flick my hard clit. She was amazing and I was in heaven. Then she pulled away from me once more. This time it was to grab her bag that had been thrown over her shoulder when she arrived. From it she removed a strange dildo with black straps hanging from it. "What's that?" "This is a strap-on, and I'm going to fuck you with it, is that alright?" she asked sweetly. "Yes, do whatever you want with me." I watched as she slipped the toy over her legs and fastened it securely. Then she climbed on top of me like a man would do to a woman. Her soft lips pecked every inch of my body as she slowly moved toward my face. Then we embraced in another passionate kiss. I could feel the hard penis pressing against my inner thigh, ready to enter me. I reached down and grabbed it, my hand barely fitting around the circumference, and thrust it inside my wet pussy. "Oh God!" I cried out. It filled me entirely, touching every nerve inside of me. Danny's hips moved in a back and forth motion, pumping the dick in my vagina. Our breasts lapped together with every thrust and her kisses were harder, hungrier. "Danny...I'm going to cum." My fingers dug into her arms as I held on for dear life. My climax was coming, and coming fast. I had no control over my body as it tightened and expelled warm juices from my pussy. Bright colors filled my vision as I slowly came down from the high. "Holy shit..." I had no words. "You're amazing, Vanessa." Danny pecked my lips softly, tenderly. "You are too." "So, where do we go from here?" I asked. I wanted to continue seeing Danny, and I hoped she felt the same. She smiled happily. "We'll see where love takes us." "Yeah? That sounds nice." I hugged her to my body, needing to feel her close already. "All we need is love." Vanessa and Eddie Vanessa felt overwhelmed. Her boss had just dumped a new client on her and she felt unprepared. The client was to arrive in town tonight for a meeting tomorrow. She perused her calendar to try to fit him in. "Damn!" She thought. She could see him at 4 pm but there was a lot to discuss with a first time client and she fully expected that she would have to continue their discussions over dinner. "Another late night. Steve's going to have a fit." Vanessa and Steve had been together almost seven years and things were not going well. Steve was in construction and with the housing market of late, it was difficult for him to stay employed. Thank God she was doing well at her job. She was actually advancing within the company, taking on more responsibility, and making more money. Although this kept them solvent, Steve showed the stresses of the situation. His days primarily consisted of hanging out with his unemployed construction buddies, drinking more than he should, and perpetuating his already low self-esteem. He'd packed on about 20 pounds in the last six months and grown a beard. "God, that beard." She hated it. Meanwhile, she was the bread winner and he would frequently complain about the hours she kept at work. This, of course, lead to the frequent arguments with him sleeping on the sofa, or sometimes not coming home at all. Their sex life was non-existent and her dildo became her frequent lover. Either way you looked at it, their marriage was in trouble. She loved him but he made that difficult and although committed to her marriage it was more about promises made than a relationship. The client arrived right on time for the 4 pm meeting and was shown into her office. He was an older gentleman with just the right amount of gray hair to make him look distinguished. At 5' 8" he was still considerably taller than her 5'2 Filipino form, even in her 4" heels. He was well dressed in an Armani suit and Jim Thompson silk tie. He had broad shoulders and a warm smile. She was wearing a one-piece, pleated, black, knit dress with sleeveless shoulders, an open back, and a plunging neck line that accentuated her cleavage. It clung tightly to petite form allowing her 34 C cup breasts to be the center of attention. It was cut to her mid-thigh and her ass was clearly defined. Her soft black hair hung loosely around her shoulders. "Hi. Edward but friends call me Eddie" He extended his hand. "Vanessa." She replied, as she moved from around her desk and took his hand. As they took each other's hands, he cupped her hand with both of his. "Warm, soft, hands." She thought to herself. Unbeknownst to her, he had the same exact thought. He took note of her beautiful tan color, soft complexion, full, pouty lips with just the right shade of rose' lipstick, deep brown eyes and an alluring gaze. She guided him to a chair and then returned to the opposite side of her desk. As she turned and guided him a few steps to a pair of chairs in the corner of her office, he got a full view of her shapely legs, her ankle caressed by strappy heels, and her perfectly round petite ass as it swayed with each step. Sitting in the chair opposite him, she crossed her legs, allowing her dress to ride further up her tanned thighs. "...has told me a little of what you're looking for, but I'd like to hear it directly from you." It took him a second to come back to reality. "We're a small upstart winery. Hell, we don't even have our own vineyards unless you count the two acres of grapes out in front of my house. We buy our grapes from other growers. We barreled our first wines three years ago and just recently opened a tasting room. We were kind of shocked when our Barbera took the double gold medal at the State Fair. So, the time is right to capitalize. The double gold brought us some investors and we're looking to grow but that means contracts with restaurants, liquor stores, grocery stores, to place our wines. We need to get our name out there, to those businesses, and to the public." Vanessa outlined her company's structure and the basis of her media plan that she hoped would meet his needs. He seemed genuinely interested, expressing a desire to hear more. As he commented on her plan he said that he'd like to hear more detail. She took note of him, his looks, demeanor, his smile, his deep hazel eyes, his broad shoulders. She found him very attractive. She had liked older men, having married her husband at the tender age of 18 when he was in his late twenties. Now she herself was 25 and she still felt this attraction to older men. And, unlike her husband, this man was self-assured, confident, someone who, like herself, knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. "I'd really like to hear more." Eddie said. "Ok then. Let's get busy." Vanessa said. "We have a lot to talk about and I knew this would take some time. I apologize I scheduled you in here so late in the day, but this was a last-minute request. I have a dinner reservation and I'm hoping I can convince you to join me." "No worries. When I called Mike at the end of last week he told me how busy you are but he told me this is right up your alley and you'd find a way to work us in. I'd be happy to discuss this over dinner." He opened his briefcase and took out two bottles of wine. "Besides, how could I pass up a great opportunity to showcase my wine. Why don't we take one of these with us, and you can take the other home." "I have a better idea. Let's take them both with us." She said with a smile. They were directed to a quiet, candlelit, table at the back of the restaurant. He picked up the wine list left by the maître d. Looking through the pages, he concluded. "They have a great selection, but they don't have my wine." "We're going to change that." She said. The bus boy came by to fill their water glasses. "Could you fetch the sommelier?" She asked. "Right away madame." A few minutes later a very proper looking gentleman with a classic silver tasting cup appeared. "Have you made a selection?" "Actually, we brought our own. Would you mind decanting this?" She replied, and handed him a bottle of Barbera. The sommelier looked over the bottle. "I'm unfamiliar with this winery." "Well then take this opportunity to meet the wine maker." She said and then she introduced her client. "It took double gold at the State Fair this year." "Wonderful! Congratulations!" He said, nodding, to Eddie. "Would you mind if I sampled the wine as well?" "Be our guest she replied." And then she handed him the second bottle. "In fact, feel free to keep this bottle." "I shall." He replied and left the table, returning in a few minutes with a canter of deep, red nectar. "I must say, it lives up to the gold medals. Deep currants, tobacco, plumb. Just the right amount of oak. Deep, rich, color, long legs. A little young though. I might hold it for four or five years. Can I ask the case price?" "We're still working the numbers, but feel free to call next week and we'll give you a quote." And, with that she handed him a business card and he was on his way. Eddie was impressed. "Wow, you're good." "So I guess that means I'm hired?" "I guess so." Throughout the rest of dinner they got to know each other. He was taken by her island beauty and several times she had to repeat questions before he would snap out of his gaze and return to the conversation. He put it off to jet lag but she was convinced that was he was captivated by her, physically. And, he was. She realized that as they got off business and got on to more personal conversation she too was feeling very comfortable in is presence. She had always wondered about Caucasian men. She had found links to her husband's porn sites on the computer at home and had watched enough to know that even the average white man had far more length and girth than her Filipino hubby. And when they came, they seemed to produce buckets of hot thick baby batter, again, far more than her chosen mate. She longed to experience white cock, longed to feel that thick meat pulsating inside her, that hot load filling her. Now it was she who was caught in a fog. "...and I'm glad we'll be working together." "Me too." She replied with a smile. She grabbed her wine glass and leaned into the table, purposefully, giving him an intimate view of her cleavage. "To new found friends and partnerships." She toasted and locked her gaze to his. He grabbed his glass and joined the toast, their locked gaze never faltering as the drank. They continued to look into each other's eyes as he spoke. "When I shook your hand today, it was so warm and soft." She smiled. "I was thinking the same exact thing about yours." He put down his glass and took her hand and continued to stare into her eyes . "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I can't stop staring into your eyes. They're hypnotic." He said. His words and his touch caused her to moisten. "Wow. This is not something I've done before. Not having dinner with a client, but being... intimate." "I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable." She shook her head slowly, "I never said I was uncomfortable," and she took his hand in hers. They both moved in toward the center and kissed. For a brief moment electricity coursed through their bodies traveling from their lips to the center of their being. Both knowing that they were in a public venue where they would be noticed, the kiss ended quickly but the charge it fostered remained. She giggled. "Can we get out of here?" She couldn't believe the words were coming from her mouth. The check paid, they left the restaurant and headed out. Upon reaching her car Eddie turned to her and they kissed again. Different from the restaurant where their illicit affair could be discovered, this was a slow tender parting of the lips, tongues searching for each other, finding their mate, engaging in a slow seductive dance. Her arms encircled his neck, her nails gently stroking the base of his skull, encouraging his oral seduction. One arm slipped from her waist and grabbed her ass and pulled her to him. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and she moaned into his open mouth. The lights of a car driving by interrupted their escape from reality. Their lips parted and she looked up at him and smiled. "Why don't you drive." He started the engine and began their journey to his hotel. She nuzzled as close as she could to him. She desperately wanted to fellate him while he was driving but was unable. "Damn console." She thought. Still, she had to at least have him in some way. She reached over and began stroking his cock through his trousers while nibbling at his ear. "Aghhh." He moaned. .. she giggled. She found his zipper, pulled it down, and slipped her hand inside. She found the slit in his briefs and grabbed his meat and brought him into view. His girth was twice that of her husband's. "Hmmm." She began stroking him, using her thumb to press into the underside of his mushroom. She moved her hand along his shaft, base to tip, and back again, milking him for his dew. Within seconds her efforts were rewarded as a pearl of pre-cum presented itself to moisten his slit. She squeezed him to express all of it while reaching over with her other hand and retrieving it with her fingernail. He looked away from the road to meet her gaze as she brought it to her tongue to savor its taste. She returned to his ear as his eyes returned to the road. She applied a soft wet kiss. "Yummy. I'm going to need more of that." As they pulled into parking she parked his dick back in his trousers and zipped him up. She waited for him in the lobby of his hotel while he checked in. As she saw him getting ready to leave the registration desk she headed to the elevators as they had prearranged while walking in from the car. She got on the elevator and winked at him as the doors closed. He waited for the next available elevator and, getting on with a couple of other people, pressed '7'. When the elevator arrived she was waiting just around the corner. He got off and without a word, he handed her a key encased by the little envelope from the registration desk and she took his place on the elevator. A minute later, he called for another elevator to the twelfth floor. He reached his room and used the second key to open the door. He turned from locking the door and found her in front of him. Her arms came up around his neck and she kissed him, passionately. He responded in kind, pulling her to him. His hand found her breast and she moaned at his squeeze. His lips left hers and her perfume wafted into his nostrils as he assaulted her neck. He found her ass with his hands and pulled her to him. She leapt into his hardened grasp, encircling his hips with her legs. Her snug fitting dress retracted up her thighs and bunched around her waist. While adjusting his balance he turned to his right and they crashed into the wall. He kissed her again, deeply. As they kissed, her legs loosened and her feet found the floor. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her tongue just visible as it ran along her upper lip in a sly smile. He was lost in her hypnotic gaze as she slid down his front and rested on her knees. She continued to look up at him as she freed him from his fabric cage, his pants crumpling around his ankles. She grabbed his steel shaft and smiled as she brought it to her lips. She softly kissed the head, and then again, and again, each time a little more wetly, each time parting her lips just a little more until his crown was encased by her lips. She rolled her tongue around the head slowly. "Fuck!" She pulled back and her tongue found the base and slowly climbed his shaft where her lips once again encased his head. She retreated back down the shaft and found his orbs, taking each in turn into her mouth where she bathed them in her warm saliva. Then she smiled at him while her tongue once again traversed his shaft and her lips devoured him. She stroked him in and out of her mouth while cupping his balls with her other hand. He was thrusting at her and she could feel him swelling. She knew he was close to release but she wanted more from him. She released him and rose to meet his waiting lips. Now it was his turn. He spun her around so she was facing the wall. He unzipped her dress and removed it over her head. As he had suspected it was only the dress that restrained her breasts and now they hung free. He knelt behind her and took hold of her black lace thong that 'T'd from her hips to the valley of her ass. He pulled them downward and she quickly stepped out of them. She stood naked her back to him, her ass protruding before his lips. He brought his hands up between her legs and she answered to his command and spread her legs. His hands reached up and parted her cheeks and the warmth and firmness of his touch caused her to release her lubricant. His tongue began a slow descent from the small of her back to her button. No man had ever touched her here, let alone orally pleasure her. She wriggled as he rimmed her but he was here for more. He continued to work southward, licking, probing, dividing her vulva. She shuddered. He licked her repeatedly adding his saliva to her juices. She was dripping. She was ready. He stood behind her and guided his cock to her entrance. Then he mounted her, parting her lips and inserting his crown. She gasped. He slowly thrust into her as her tight pussy struggled to accommodate her new found girth. When he hilted her he stood there, unmoving, letting her adjust. She had never been this full before and she felt him everywhere. He started withdrawing until her labia kissed his cockhead. She tightened around him, not wanting him to leave. He thrust back into her then began a steady rhythm. "Oh fuck, She cried, "Aghhh!" With each thrust she countered to meet him. His balls slapped her ass as he picked up the pace. His left hand found her waist, his right, her shoulder. Suddenly, she reared back, her arm wrapping around his neck. He reached around and grabbed her breasts and crushed her to him. "Cum for me Vassena. Cum on that cock. Make it yours lover." She cried out and trembled as her orgasm consumed her. Her pussy released, coating him again and again as she left this world and entered nirvana. Her knees buckled but he held her fast and thrust into her again, evoking another peak that she was forced to traverse. As she came down they kissed and he remained still inside her, hard and ready for round two. She found balance and he released and withdrew from her. She made her way to the bed and lay back to recover while he stripped himself of his clothing. He grabbed her legs, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed. He placed her feet on the edge, parting her widely, giving him unfettered access to her bare pussy. She reached up behind her grabbing a pillow for under her head so she could watch. He began at her feet, caressing her toes with his talented tongue. The hair went up on the back of her neck as he slithered in and out between her toes, taking each between his lips in turn and gently sucking on them. His thumb massaged just below and behind the bump on the inside of her ankle, and just as known by many Chinese foot reflex-oligists, she felt a tingle deep in the center of her loins. He continued to kiss her legs, his tongue savoring her skin. He drilled into the flesh at the back of her knee and she giggled. She purred as he applied soft, wet, kisses to her inner thighs. As his face approached her center, he could feel the heat of her pussy in front of him. The almost undetectable aroma of her pheromones invaded his consciousness and as nature designed, he had an insatiable urge have her. He reached out with his tongue and lashed at her. "Oh God, yes!" He used broad strokes to lick her from her anus to clit. With each stroke of his tongue, he parted her vulva and caressed her labia. She moaned and writhed beneath his oral assault. He inserted a finger into her slit and found her 'G' spot. She grabbed the sheets as he fingered her. His lips encased her button and coaxed her engorged clit from its hood. He sucked it gently as his tongue lazily swirled around her. Her back arched and her breathing hitched. She thrust herself upon him in a steady torrent of contractions and cried out as her womanhood flooded him with her juices. "Oh God! Arrrggghhh!" she cried. Again and again she came as he eagerly consumed her elixir. just when she thought she'd come back to reality, she'd explode again, her hips bucking uncontrollably, her consciousness fading into a haze. Her orgasm finally ebbed, leaving her a quivering mass of Jello. He kissed his way along her belly, to her cleavage, paying homage to her breasts until his mouth found hers. He kissed her deeply and she could taste herself in his kiss. She could feel his engorged mushroom at her introitis and instinctively thrust into him. His crown entered her and stretched her once again. He thrust in and out of her slowly, her labia kissing him and coating him with her lubricant. With each thrust he stretched her further, penetrated her deeper, until he was hilted inside her and she once again felt that fullness that she craved. As his thrusts became more forceful, she could feel his tip probing her os, bludgeoning her, spreading her cervix, ripening her womb for insemination. She wanted control and pushed him to the side. He lay on his back and she mounted him, kissing him as she thrust rearward and took him once again deep inside her. She straightened up and his hands cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers as her hips ground her pussy against his meat. She looked down with him with an intensity that mirrored her passion as she thrust upon him in a steady assault that satisfied her every desire. Vanessa and Eddie She reached back and kneaded his ball sac as she continued to fuck him. She could feel then wriggle in her grasp and she prepared them for release with her grasp. She released him and leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to get leverage to rise up off of him only to come crashing down on his shaft once more. She smiled at him, her tongue tracing her upper lip. She could feel him swelling inside her and knew he was hers for the taking. She could feel his cock probing her, searching once again for her cervix as he gathered his load from deep within his loins. She tightened her pussy's grip around his shaft. She brought her arms up over his shoulders as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Cum in me Eddie." Then she kissed him, deeply, passionately, wantingly. Suddenly, every muscle in his body tightened. He reached up and encircled her with both arms and held her to him, tightly. His cock hilted into her pussy, finding its target. He groaned an unearthly sound into her open mouth and she could feel his cock begin to spasm. His cum crawled up his shaft and she could feel the warmth in her belly as he ejaculated into her womb with a force she had never before known. She lost control to nature. Her pussy grabbed his cock, instinctively, holding him to her os, fasiculating around his shaft to enhance his release. Her hips unconsciously began a short, fast, rhythmic thrusting upon him, milking him for his sperm. Wave after wave of hot cum erupted into her, filling her with a warmness that she could feel to her core as he breed her. Eventually his release subsided but she could still feel his hips thrusting into her, still feel his cock spasming, as the last remnants of his cum oozed from his slit. Their kisses became more tender and his grip loosened as he began to let his hands rove over her back and ass. Minutes passed as his cock lay buried deep inside her, ensuring their mating. Finally, she rose up off of his semi-erect member and a drop of cum fell from her and spattered on his abdomen. She bent down and retrieved it with her tongue, rolling it along her lips, her teeth, her gums as she savored its taste; the taste of his cum combined with hers. She returned to him and kissed him tenderly sharing the taste of their union. She had claimed him as her lover and she wanted him to know it. They lay in each other's arms until each regained a sense of reality. She quietly left the bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. He tried to follow but she slyly pushed him away and said "Next time." She got dressed and he walked her to the door. They met each other's lips and their tongues said good-bye, then parted. "I can't wait to do this again," she said, "and next time I might invite along a friend... a 'girl' friend." She winked and disappeared out the door. That night she lay next to her alcohol sedated husband, her pussy still oozing her lover's cum into her panties. She closed her eyes and dreamed of her lover, filling her, again and again. Vanessa and Her Dildos Vanessa hurried from the yellow school bus to her home, where she let herself in the front door, locked it after she was inside, and bounded up the stairs to her room. Once in that sanctuary, she dropped her backpack full of homework on the chair beside her bed. With that burden off her shoulders, she opened the dresser drawer where she kept her sex toys, took out her biggest dildo and placed it on her bed beside her pillow. After also removing a tube of KY Jelly and her other favorite toy, still inside its plastic storage bag, she placed them next to the big dildo, which she had named Little Mike, in honor of her boy friend. Big Mike was proudly serving in the US Army and, two months earlier, they had celebrated her 18th birthday by his gently and lovingly piercing her hymen. He was on a thirty day furlough then, before shipping out to Afghanistan, and they had repeated the performance, less the hymeneal blood, every night until he left. On some of those nights, Vanessa had been in her menses, but her ass was perfectly functional, and being fucked there was almost as much fun as having Mike's cock in her pussy. With her boyfriend gone, Vanessa had been taking care of her own needs with Little Mike and the other toy, still nameless, she had bought at the same time. Besides being shorter and less thick, it was smooth, unlike Little Mike, which had a tip shaped like a real erection and simulated veins all along its length. Her parents would not be home for at least two hours and, thinking she was busy with her homework, they would not interrupt her when they arrived, so Vanessa expected to bring herself to two orgasms, which is what had usually happened with her during her love-making sessions with Big Mike. First, she divested herself of her school clothing, which she hung up in the closet or left lying on the floor to be picked up later. Completely naked, and already highly aroused sexually at the thought of what she would be doing within minutes, she pulled down the bedclothes and spread a towel over the part of the bed where her pussy and ass would be. With everything in preparation, she lay down with her left hand over one large breast and her right hand covering her pussy. She would delay using the dildo until she was wet enough from fondling her nipples and clit, because her very considerate boyfriend wouldn't dream of entering her with his cock until her pussy was dripping wet from foreplay. Big Mike was a good and conscientious lover, and she missed him, but tried to do as well as she could do without him. With her long red hair, pretty freckled face and sexy figure, she could have easily found a human replacement, but she would have none of that. Vanessa was being true to Mike, whom she thought of as a patriot fighting for her and for their country, besides being the only sex partner she had ever known. "Mmmm, Mike, I've been really needing this, all day," Vanessa murmured as she started fondling a breast with her left hand while stroking her pussy with her right. After less than a minute of tweaking between her fingers, the first nipple was fully erect, and she transferred her attentions to its cute pink twin. She needed even less time to turn this one into a duplicate of the first, and Vanessa could already feel small waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the places she was fondling herself. Her right hand had been stroking her entire pussy, and some lubricating had occurred, but not enough for her to insert the dildo yet. But it was enough for Vanessa to start playing with her clit. She moistened her fingers with some of her juices, gently pinched the little morsel, which was starting to become swollen, between folds of her inner lips and started to slowly stroke herself. Almost immediately, the familiar connection was made between her clit and her nipples, with the currents of pleasure forming a three cornered path, and her succulent body began squirming on top of her bed. "Ooooo, Mike, I love that," she murmured to her distant lover. "Keep doing that; it feels soooo good!" As her clit and pussy lips swelled from her arousal and became more sensitive, Vanessa's touch started to feel even better, with her movements becoming more animated. It was time to start using the bigger of the two dildos, so she reached beside her pillow, where it was waiting for her. As Big Mike always did, except he always wore a condom while making love with her, she rubbed the tip of the plastic cock in her wetness. After her natural lubrication was spread, she held the toy in her right hand while the fingers of her left hand held her lips apart. With one firm thrust, the head of the dildo wedged into the soft pink hole where it was so urgently wanted and needed. Ahhhhhh," she sighed, and closed her eyes, so she could imagine Big Mike's familiar face, with its short brown hair and toothy grin above her. "Mmmm," Vanessa murmured happily as she eased an inch of the plastic shaft into her pussy. She stopped there, to let her body adjust to the big intruder and to revel in the waves of pleasure that were reverberating through her body. Although she had been getting her pussy regularly crammed by Mike's cock, she was still tight, and the toy was slightly thicker than the real thing had been. After a minute of exquisite pleasure, Vanessa eased another inch of the dildo into the pink place that lusted for it. She could feel her pussy lubricating, a delightful sensation, but nowhere near as good as her climax would be, and even that was little more than a pale imitation of the orgasms she had gotten used to from Mike's real cock. Still keeping her eyes closed, the better to picture her lover's face above her, she pushed most of the rest of the toy into her pussy. As he liked to do with her, Vanessa left it there for a minute, before slowly drawing most of it back out. With just the mushroom-shaped head still inside, she paused, but only briefly, before plunging the dildo all the way back inside herself, with intense waves of joy radiating from its entire path. This time, she drove the toy all the way in, so her fingers were pressed against her soft red pubic hair. Once again, she left it there for almost a minute, as Mike liked to do, before drawing it most of the way out for another long, slow stroke. This one was much like the first had been, and she started moving the dildo in and out of her pussy, still slowly but without pausing between her movements. After a few minutes of steadily fucking herself, Vanessa could feel her climax mounting inside her body, but she was in no hurry to bring it about. She had been well taught by Big Mike that, although the orgasm is the greatest part, the build up to that point is almost as good. Little Mike had a spur attached and, when she thought it was time, she would move it into position so it caressed her clit with every stroke until she climaxed. "Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!" Vanessa murmured as she continued fucking herself. "Oh, yeah, that's wonderful, Mike. I love what you're doing." Her climax continued to mount, and she increased the pace as she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy. She also started to fuck back to meet it as her hand drove it deeply into her. Besides that movement, Vanessa's body began rocking from side to side on her mattress, and her head was tossing from side to side on her pillow. Although she felt some reluctance in breaking the rhythm which felt so wonderful, she knew it was time to put the clit spur to work. She stopped when the head was just inside her pussy and turned the attachment so it would do what its designers had intended. With the next stroke, besides the waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the path of the toy, the myriad of tiny feelers on the spur raked across her swollen and ultra-sensitive clit, sending out a great rush of pure joy to inundate her body. "Oh! Oh my god!" Vanessa blurted out, as if in surprise that it felt so terrific, although she had fucked herself the same way almost every day since Big Mike had shipped out. She repeated the same cry of delight with every thrust after that, as her hand moved faster and faster plunging the dildo in and out of her eager pussy. Her movements on the bed were wilder too, and more erratic, thrashing about and actually bouncing up and down as her pussy fucked back to meet the strokes of the dildo and feel the effects of its clit spur. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she moaned blissfully as her climax prepared to erupt. OH! She cried out ecstatically as the explosion burst within her body. Most of Vanessa's movements were erratic while she was cumming, but her hand and arm kept ramming the dildo in and out of her pussy, which fucked back to meet it just as steadily. From the excruciating pleasure sweeping over her body, she was whimpering and sobbing so loudly she was glad there was nobody else home yet. For almost three minutes, she felt as if she were in Paradise, until her body convulsed and she jammed her pussy back against the toy for an ultimate time. After her great orgasm, Vanessa lay resting and catching her breath, but she knew she was not through playing yet. Big Mike almost always brought her to two orgasms, one by eating her pussy and the second by fucking. He was not there to use his mouth on her, so she would bring herself to the second climax the way it was done when she was in her menses. When Vanessa had caught her breath and was otherwise ready, she removed the smaller dildo from its plastic bag and took the cap off the tube of KY Jelly. First, she prepared the toy by coating the last five inches with the lubricant and, when that was done, she squeezed more of the jelly onto the middle finger of her left hand. Sighing happily at the penetration, Vanessa reached behind herself, inserted that finger into her ass and moved it around to spread the lube evenly, adding more of the jelly after the first gob was all gone. She was ready and the toy was ready, so she reached under her crotch to use the fingers of that same hand to pry open the edges of her pink rosebud while the hand that held the toy reached around her ass to hold it with the tip centered on the place she wanted it. "Give it to my ass good, Mike," she whispered, and thrust the end of the dildo into the tight hole where she would have preferred his cock to be. A gush of pleasure, different from what she had felt in her pussy but strong nonetheless, flooded her body, and Vanessa moaned in bliss. The base of the anal dildo had a ring attached, and she slipped her middle finger through it so she would have more control. She knew she would not cum just from the toy going in and out of her ass but, when the time was right, she would play with her clit and reach her second orgasm of the afternoon. That was what Mike did when he was fucking her ass, and she would do the best she could to emulate making love with him. Only the first inch of the dildo had made its penetration, and Vanessa's fingers were still holding the puckered edges apart. From another hard thrust, she felt almost two more inches of the toy burrow into the well-lubricated hole where she badly wanted it. She was tighter there than in her pussy, and the smaller plastic toy stretched the opening and the attached channel, sending more and stronger currents of joy rocketing through her body. When she started, Vanessa was lying on her side, but that was not how she and Mike did it, and not the way she wanted to fuck herself when he was not with her. As her movements sent bolts of joy through her body from the dildo as it moved inside her ass, Vanessa slowly got up onto her knees. The toy was imbedded deeply enough that she no longer needed to hold her sphincter open, so she braced herself on her left hand and elbow while her right hand still held the toy in place. The next time she drove the dildo into her ass, she pushed off from the bed with her forearm to fuck back to meet it. This time, the plastic cock surged all the way into her until the palm of her hand was pressed flat against her soft and succulent ass cheeks. Having achieved complete penetration, Vanessa remained in the same position and let the delightful sensations throb through her body. When she was ready to start the fucking in earnest, she slowly drew the dildo most of the way out, paused and pushed back from her forearm while she plunged it all the way back in again, moaning at the incredible pleasure that radiated out from along its path. For the next stroke, she didn't make herself wait so long, but drew the toy out and drove it immediately back in. Her ass was just as tight, but the lubricant was doing its job, and there was no friction at all, just the exquisite pleasure of the plastic cock stretching her second most private orifice. Vanessa continued like that, slowly plowing the dildo in and out of her ass and fucking back to meet it. She could feel her orgasm starting to mount, but she knew it was still a long way off. There was no hurry; she had more than enough time alone in the house, and she wanted to bring herself slowly to her climax, the way Big Mike would have done if he had been there. When that time arrived, Vanessa lay back down on her side. By doing so, she was no longer emulating what she and her lover would have done, but it had to be that way. She knew she would not have been able to stay on her knees for much longer, because the movements of her body were already so erratic, she was almost toppling over. She also reached back to take control of the dildo, which was still fully imbedded in her ass, with her left hand. Big Mike always advised her, and it made sense to her too, how she should never touch her pussy with her fingers or anything else that had been inside her ass, as the fingers of her left hand had. Although she wouldn't cum just from her ass being fucked, Vanessa's pussy had been lubricating freely, so she once again dipped the fingers of her right hand into the pool of natural lubrication and carefully pinched her swollen clit between folds of her inner lips. To get the rhythm perfect, she started slowly, drawing the dildo back and plowing it forward again while she stroked her clit. Waves of pleasure inundated her body from both places, and she involuntarily moaned in bliss. That same sound was repeated as her double masturbation continued. The movements of her body evolved from squirming to writhing and, minutes later, to thrashing. Although not able to think clearly with her climax impending the way it was, Vanessa was glad she was lying on her side, because she could never have remained upright on her knees with as little control of her body as she still retained. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered, while her legs and feet started kicking back and forth and her head and body tossed from side to side. "Oh, my god, yes!" she crooned ecstatically as her climax overwhelmed her. Vanessa's whole body pitched and thrashed on the bed for as long as she was in the throes of cumming. Only her hands remained under control, ramming the dildo in and out of her ass and stroking her clit in the same rhythm. When she climaxed, all the muscles in her body spasmed, and she cried out joyfully but incoherently. After that fabulous orgasm, the sexually sated young woman totally relaxed on top of her bed, juices gushing from her pussy to soak into the towel and the plastic cock still jammed deeply inside her ass. After she had caught her breath and rested for a few minutes, she would carefully remove it, get dressed again and sterilize the toy before putting it back in its sealed plastic bag. Her two orgasms that afternoon had been great, and they would keep her satisfied for a day or two, even though she would have very much preferred having Big Mike there to bring her to them as well as his own. Although not happy about his being far away, she could accept that she had to make some sacrifices too, considering what he was doing for his and her country. Thank you for reading this story by me, Boxlicker101. Here is an URL to many more of my stories: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=207952&page=submissions I hope you had as much fun as Vanessa did, although she would have much preferred having that fun with her boyfriend. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. 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