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The Link

By: anonsipen



I was in a hurry again. Stuck in the mad rush between lectures, between buildings across campus. Why I chose a combined course I don't know. Psychology was great, especially when you got to do your own research. Physics was also great, but for different reasons, even though the math could be a killer. But the lecture theatres were as far apart as was possible.

It had been raining. My ageing smooth soled shoes had me slipping on the paving as I hurried. So it no surprise that I couldn't stop when I eventually saw her emerging from the glare of the sun reflecting off the biology departments greenhouse.

I slipped, feet forward, my legs spread bumping me on my backside toward her defensive outstretched hand. I bumped to a halt. Embarrassment delayed by the shapely silhouette of a pair of thighs curving upward and joining at a ridged bump. The glare diminished as the sun disappeared behind the dark rain clouds. I looked up, embarrassment finally spread warmly across my face. More from guilt and a feeling of being caught ogling her nether regions than the ridiculous fall. Warm hazelnut eyes looked down at me, she looked embarrassed and a little confused.

"Are you okay?" A gentle, refined English voice enquired.

"Heh," I smiled up at her, "Fine." I lied my bum felt bruised, and wet. Stuff the lecture, I though, I'm off home the last thing I'm going to do is walk around campus for another 2 hours with a wet arse.

She held out a hand feeling pity toward me. Before I was consciously aware of the feeling I was on my feet preparing to make my escape with some amusing quip. I looked into her eyes, a direct stare and felt discomfort ebbing from her. I let my eyes move focus to her lips, thin and an unadorned red. She wore little make-up except for eyeliner and a little eye shadow. Slowly I moved my gaze down from her eyes, following through her pert nose, passing her chin. I stopped before I dipped my head and embarrassed myself even more. I could feel the flush returning.

"Sorry." I looked into her eyes again; I could feel her unease giving way to embarrassment. I still thought I was imagining it, but she flushed slightly and looked down. I took my chance to have a quick look at her body and found a light coloured cotton V-Neck dress displaying an ample cleavage. Like most of the students she had been caught by the sudden change in the summer weather. Goosebumps forested her fine arms. The dress cut in under her breasts, tied by a string made from the same material. Her flat stomach descended under the flowing dress until, somewhere under there it met that wonderful silhouette. Her hips curved out to meet the material, which hung from them tapering away to reveal pale calves ending in sandals and white painted toes.

She was looking at me again, I could feel lust coming from her as she examined me. I could feel puzzlement as well. Was I imagining it? I though quickly and focused on my fall, the initial anger at my shoes forcing me to loose my footing.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped at me as if she only just noticed my lustful stares. I shrank a little.

"Sorry." She said timidly as suddenly as she barked. She ran a hand through her shoulder length auburn hair, her face a wash of confused emotion. I plucked up my courage and put my cold hand on her cheek, a strong contrast to her warm face.

"That's okay." I said. The sudden intimacy shocked her, but it excited me, and almost immediately her eyes dilated and I could see it excited her as well. I felt the urge to kiss her. But before I could act she was pressing her lips against mine.

"Erm…" she pulled away, breathing heavy. I could feel confusion, I could feel her, and what was more I could make her feel me, or at least control what she felt. Right now I was feeling lust, strong lust.

"I'm in halls just over there." She offered, confused, but enthusiastic.

"To dry my wet my trousers?" I offered with a smile.

"Oh, yes."

I never knew how big this campus could feel as we half walked, half ran across the paths to her room. Her key was in her hand before I planted my wet foot on the top stair. I only knew which door led to her room when it slammed shut. A little unsure I knocked tentatively.

"Enter," came the playful voice. She didn't seem unsure. Maybe it only worked when I was looking at her. I tested my theory, my excitement increased as I stepped into the room.

The curtains were pulled and she stood in the middle of the small room in only her underwear. I could feel my growing erection pull my trousers away from me. She was very aroused. I had never seen any of my girlfriends looking the way she looked. Her nipples pressed against the lace of her white bra, the centre of her V shaped knickers where visibly damp.

"When I said enter…" she smiled and stepped up to me grabbing hard at my penis through my trousers. There was something animal growing within me, within both of us. She pushed her face up to mine and kissed me. Our tongues flicked in the open air touching carefully at first, then harder, closer, until we joined at our lips. My hands gripping her flesh, running up and down her fit body.

She pulled at my shirt, snaking her fingers into the gaps between the buttons. Suddenly she pulled her arms open squealing with delight as buttons flew across the room. Instead of studying my chest or pulling my shirt off, she got to work on my trousers. They proved no match for her determination. My erection sprang out embarrassingly protruding through the front slit of my boxers, which she just ignored.

She dropped to her knees, her breathing was come in ragged breaths and so was mine! Her mouth closed hungrily around my penis. There were no preliminaries, no gentle kissing; just a sudden pressure followed by a rapid bobbing of her head. It felt great. My hands were on the back of her head encouraging her to take more.

I had no chance. And I didn't care, I just looked down and I took what I wanted, knowing full well she felt the same. My mounting excitement was hers too. I began to thrust, slowly at first, then harder. All but one of my past other girlfriends had blown me, but not one would let me do this to them. I was, for want of a better phrase, fucking her face. And I could feel she was enjoying it.

I came fast as I knew I would. I felt myself slip to the entrance of her mouth as she gasped for air, huffing a guttural moan from her semen covered lips. I could feel her orgasm waning. It seemed to linger longer than mine. My flaccid penis slipped out of her mouth as she rested on her knees still in her underwear panting for breath.

What a picture we must be. She on the floor - dishevelled, with a slight red tan across her body, and me stood before her, my boxers still in place, my trousers around my ankles, shoes still on. I let out a little chuckle, as did she, looking up at me. I could feel her arousal, it was intoxicating, and I began to feel turned on again.

She went to kiss me, "No." I said un-willing to taste myself so completely.

"Sorry." She smiled and went to her bed pulling a box of tissues from her bedside table. I noticed the damp patch in the rug where she had knelt.

Sitting on the bed next to her I slid my hand up the nearest pale leg to her crotch. Looking her in the face I touched her wet knickers. I could feel the excitement of my touch. My erection began to return as I ran my hand between her legs cupping her more fully. Her legs opened readily for me and I pressed a finger into the damp material. Leaning, I kissed her, more gentle than previously. Our tongues lingering in each others mouths, exploring. I felt a hand slide up my thigh, it thrilled me as she cupped my balls through the cotton of my boxers.

"I should take these off." I smiled standing.

"Me too."

At first I thought she meant my boxers, but as she stood next to me she turned and popped the clasp of her bra. I allowed my eyes to follow her spine, from just below her hairline down to her coccyx where her toned buttocks met to frame the gap at the top of her thighs. I bent pulling my boxers down brining my face level with her bottom. Almost as if she knew I was there, she bent slightly forward and pulled off her knickers bringing an unparalleled view of her most private lips.

I exhaled; my breath flowed across her cheeks as she righted herself. Her face half to me smiled and she turned as I righted myself. Her ample breasts sat upon her chest, pert and self-supporting they reached out to me demanding to be touched, which I promptly did. I cupped each one, running my hands across their underside, the sensation of soft skin and weight played in the palms of my hands. I stepped to her my erection pressing against her stomach. Arching my back to gain as much contact with her as possible I could feel my balls swing, touching her below. They pulled away damp from where her underwear had spread her arousal. It excited me further and once again we were locked in an animalistic embrace.

With total compliance she allowed her self to be pushed onto the bed. My penis pressed hard into her pelvic bone. I rubbed it between her lips deliberately trying to catch her clit. I could feel the occasional glances through increasing lust I felt coming from her. This went on, ebb and flow, a glance brought a sharp breath from us both, then a period of a gentle rubbing before another glance. I improved my technique until there were more glances than not. Her breath was coming faster and more ragged. I could feel the orgasm building in her. I wanted her to come, but not before I entered her.

It was difficult, but when I felt myself about to climax I pulled away. I felt her surprise, her wanton desire, so I laid down the opposite way to her and waited. Only a few seconds. She quickly jumped onto her feet, rocking the bed, the springs popping with disapproval. She slammed her knees down on either side of me, and dragged herself down across my stomach. I could feel her lips sliding on me down my shaft, my penis re-appearing next to her clit.

"See how much you like it." Teasingly she repeated the process several glorious times.

I grabbed her hips. Enough was enough. With one hand on her hip I lifted, she took the hint and lifted her weight off me, while my free hand pulled my hard erection upward ready to impale her. I felt like a rock, excitement coursed through me as she lowered herself down. The feeling of her engulfing my head nearly sent me over and she trembled. Slowly she impaled herself onto me, then rose again. The pace started slowly, but quickly turned into a rapid uncontrolled pace. There was little rhythm, neither of us cared, each stroke bringing a shiver, each stroke brought us closer. But neither wanted to finish yet, but both were resigned to the quickness of our sex.

She looked at me, straight in the eye. "I want to release" her eyes told me. "I want to come now" her pace begged me. I bucked my hips, pressing myself into the mattress gaining the help of the springs. The bed banged on the floor, the rhythm basic, animal. I pulled hard down on her hips. Her moaning culminated in a low scream. I could feel her muscles grip me, milk me as I gave a yelp releasing into her. She slumped on me quivering as my orgasm raged on deep within her. I pumped exquisite bursts of semen into her channel. We lay there, sweat pooling between us, my come leaking across my balls onto the mattress as I held her.

It had only been an hour, the summer sun was still high. There was plenty of time to explore this woman, to explore her feelings, to explore this link.

The Lion and the Senior



"Oh there you are, Lou, come on in! Lynn, this is Lou, the young man I was telling you about!"

I stepped into Mrs. Trudy Willis' kitchen, fairly grimey from a plumbing job. I had washed up, but still had filthy jeans and soiled work shirt on.

At the counter, sipping on tea, was Mrs. Willis' neighbor, Lynn. Since this was a 55+ Community, I expected another doddering old lady, shrinking with age. What I saw was both surprising and refreshing.

Lynn smiled, put down her cup, and rose. She was about 5'8, but not frail at all. In fact, she was well-endowed, bust-wise, about 38D or so. She stood straight, stepped toward me with her hand extended, long, graceful, fingers with manicured red nails. She wore a green pants-suit, the button-down jacket showing ample freckled breasts. Her face, surrounded by neatly-coifed red hair, longer than most seniors wear it, was rosy-red, with green eyes, highlighted with just the right amount of eye-shadow and mascara.

In all, she could have been a talk-show host, so professional and personable.

"Hello, Louis, you come highly recommended by Mrs. Willis! She says you can fix anything!"

It's always nice to get compliments, but even more so from an attractive female, of any age. I was sure she was stroking my ego to get a better price, but that was okay. I still blushed a bit.

"Well, I don't know about that, but if I can't fix it, I won't lie to you. If I can, I'll give you a good price and I stand behind my work."

"How about tea, Dear?" Trudy asked.

"A glass of water, if you have it, thanks." 

Lynn still held my hand. She asked, "A Leo, right?"

I didn't believe in such things, but knew my sign. "Yes, how did you know?"

"The pride in your work. The way you hold your head, and that big beard looks like a mane! Hah!"    They both laughed and I smiled. "My head's too fat to hold any other way, and the beard keeps me warm in the winter. I'm working on both."

"Oh, please, no! Don't ever change because of what someone says, especially me! I was only teasing, and I love beards, so manly! I bet Mrs. Lou loves it, too, when you tickle her!" Lynn's eyes were bright, and I thought of Marie and the kids down south, with her family, since the divorce became final.

Trudy knew the story and interrupted. "Oh, Lou's on the prowl, as we say! Right, Lou? We'll find you a nice girl."

Lynn picked up on the tone and apologized right away. "Oh, I didn't mean to pry..."

I forced a smile. "No problem. Life goes on, right? I still got my health."

"And that's the most important thing, Honey," Lynn said, with Trudy nodding.

I sat chatting with them. Both Lynn and Trudy were widows. Trudy, I met at the Center, and had done odd jobs for her. Most of my new clients were through recommendations, so I tried to be as gentlemanly and professional as possible, while understanding that sometimes they just liked to chat while I worked.

Trudy, I knew from her last birthday, was 72. They had a party at the Center for her. Lynn, on the other hand, was not nearly that old. 

Lynn had moved here just four years earlier. Her late husband was sickly and older when they moved in, and after 3 years of hospitals and surgeries, he passed away last year. I expressed my condolences, and Lynn smiled, sadly.

"Well, like you said, I have my health." She had enough insurance to cover her expenses and then some, based on her jewelry and the fine car in the driveway. She had no family to speak of, so she stayed in the Community.

Anyway, the house had been neglected, and Trudy had bragged to Lynn about me. She had assorted drips and loose doors, possibly some painting, if I could give her a price. I agreed to be over at her place the next day, bright and early. "Around ten?" I asked. 

"If you think that's early, fine, Lou!"

I smiled. "Okay, nine AM."

She answered the bell on the first ring. She wore that same smile, and I liked her immensely. She just seemed so nice!

Today, she had black stretch slacks with stirrups, making her legs longer with heels. I could also see the contours of her butt, not at all like a senior's, firm but plump. Not a kid, either. A red sweater with wide neck that again showed off those freckled boobs completed to outfit.

She whisked me into the kitchen, where she had coffee in a carafe, with Danishes, fresh from Walt's Bakery, I was sure. The box was still there.

"Please, have some. I don't have company often, so allow me to play the hostess."

I had rushed over, so I didn't have coffee yet anyway, so we sat, discussing the chores.

For the next hour, we walked around. Many things just needed tightening, which I did from my tool belt. Even the drip just needed a quarter turn to stop. We sat back in the kitchen for another cup and I took out my pad. Figuring my time to paint, I thought I wrote a decent price. I turned it to her, and said, "How does this sound?"

Her eyes widened. I was taken aback. "Oh, gee, okay, thanks, Lou, will you take a check?"

"Yeah, sure, is there something wrong, Lynn?"

"No, I just don't think I'll be able to afford that paint job."

"Huh? Then what's the check for?"

"For this," pointing to her figure at my pad.

"I think you misunderstand. That's the price I can do the painting for, plus the price of paint, whatever brand you want."

Her face lit up. "Oh, oh! I thought that was for this morning, the things you did already."

I had to laugh. She thought I was ripping her off. "No, those are on the house. I can't charge you for a screw or a nut. I'd never get hired in this town."

"You were so quick with that screwdriver! I thought, 'I haven't even hired him, yet!' Then... oh Lou, that's an excellent price for painting, much cheaper than the other estimate. I'm sorry for questioning you."

"Forget it, what's already done pays for the Danish and coffee."

"Then, I'll have to put out a real spread, next time I need something!"

I peered over my cup, and that lecherous thought must have shown right through my eyes, because she rolled back her head and laughed.

"Louis! You Devil! I didn't mean that kind of spread! Haha!"

I almost gagged at being caught. I grabbed a napkin and coughed into it, laughing myself. "I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't have to, I still remember that look, even if it's been a while! Harry had that same twinkle in his eye when he was... frisky! Bless his soul!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to stir up old feelings," I said.

"Don't apologize, Honey. It felt good to know I'm still capable. Even at my age!"

"Why, how old are you?"

"That's no question to ask a lady!"

I dropped my head. "I know, but you're so much younger than most residents. It's like you don't belong here, like you're settling."

She smiled. "How old do you think I am?"

I hated this, but I brought it on myself. "I'm bad at this, but there's no way you're 6o, that I know."

She smiled and patted my hand. "Thank you, Lou, but I'm 62 last week."

"I would have never known that, and you're still way too young for these people. They're all like 80!"

She laughed. "There's actually a few widowers in their sixties and seventies who come sniffing, but, none seems right."

"I'd be sniffing, too."

"Then, why aren't you?"

"I...uh... honestly? The minute I saw you yesterday, I thought exactly that, but I was trying to get a job, and trying to be polite."

"Okay, Honey, you have the job. And I've seen the "polite side.' Now, where's Leo the Lion?"

My Gosh, she was daring me, smiling, with those suddenly-bedroom eyes, half-closed.

I stood and she did, too. Her lips were parted as she stepped closer. "Are we rushing things, Lou?"

"It's up to you, but I feel fine about it. We're both adults."

"Yes, we are," she whispered as she drifted into my arms. I held her to me, this hot lady who was 27 years my senior, and we kissed, tentatively. It tingled, and we tried again, more lip, some tongue, rapid, hungry on both parts.

Now, we were blending together, as one mass of flesh, barely separated by clothing. My hand clenched her butt and I ground into her hips, my cock already half-full with blood. She gasped, her eyes large, and the kisses were deeper, her fingers digging into my butt, too.

My free hand rose up under her sweater. It shifted easily, and her large breast heaved as I cupped it and caressed it. Her fingers moved to my work shirt, opening a few buttons, then getting annoyed and just pulling it over my head, followed by my Tee. 

I had the sweater up and off, and she stood proudly in a red lace half-bra, those freckled boobs calling to me, and I buried my head, kissing and biting as she rolled the straps off her shoulders and the cups fell away.   

I was fully grown now, and she reached for my jeans. "Please, Baby, I want to see it, please!"

I helped her undo them, they were tight, and we forced them down, my six inches bouncing out, free at last.

She bent at the waist, taking my cock head, swirling her tongue around it. I took advantage of her ass so close, and slid those stretch pants over her cheeks, exposing her ass, and allowing my fingers to reach behind and find her wet spot. It was surely wet, and she moaned appreciatively!

She slurped on my head, and jerked at the base, as if in a hurry to make me shoot. I warned her, "Slow down, I'm gonna come soon," but she smiled up at me and said, "That's what I want, Baby!"

With that, I let her go, and she worked it quickly, cupping and stroking my balls, until I finally clenched and gave final warning. "Coming!"

She was like a vaccuum, sucking and licking, taking each wave of sperm, gulping it down, except a few drops that slid to her cheek and chin. She finally stood, smiling like a cat with a canary in her mouth, wiping the cum from her cheek.

"How was that?" she asked.

"Awesome," I gasped. "That was unbelievable!"

"Glad you liked it." She just stood before me, her bra around her waist, pants around her ankles, swaying. "So, maybe next time, we can go a little farther?" she said, innocently.

"Why, next time?" I asked with a lecherous smile.

Her eyes lit up. "Louis, again? You truly are a lion!"

I held her and kissed her, tasting my cum, sticky and sharp. It was as if she had saved some for me. In a minute, I was getting hard, again. She stepped out of the pants, and took me by the cock.

"I'm too old for this standing up. Let's do it proper!"

She led me to her bedroom, all frilly and white, and she pulled back the covers to show dark red sheets. Now completely naked, she lay back. Her pubic area was shaved and shaped, not bald but to a neat patch, and I wasted no time diving in, my tongue loving her salty quality. She responded, squirming, crying out, telling me it had been too long. I wroked her over pretty well, finally sucking on her engorged clit, bringing her to orgasm in minutes, just in time for me to mount her. She smiled as she guided me inand I felt like roaring. She strapped me in with those luscious white thighsand we kissed and churned, slowly, then with purpose and finally we both exploded, both finding the pleasure we had sought, together.

Needless to say, I got the job. I like my work. The pay's okay, but nice perks!



The Lion Tamer



Kelly wouldn't tell me what costumes she had picked out for us for Halloween this year. She said only it was a special secret, but she did give me a few hints. 

First, and most importantly, she was determined to win the contest for Best Costume at the Andersons' Halloween party. They're friends of ours who every year pull out all the stops and throw a first-rate Halloween party. Dozens of couples come, and the winner for Best Costume gets a very shiny trophy.

Beyond that, she would only tell me that I would find out the night of the party, and that I would absolutely love it. And, she assured me, it would give me a chance to display my beach body.

As it happens, I have a very lean, muscular swimmer's body with a legitimate six-pack that I am very proud of. Maybe it makes me vain, but I love to show it off, and Kelly loves showing it off to other people just as much as I do, maybe even more so.

Kelly's body type is substantially different. I've overheard some people call her chubby, but I think she's literally perfect. She's about five-five and has a voluptuous hourglass figure, with wide hips, a round bottom, and very large breasts. Some guys might like their women less curvy, but I like a woman who's well endowed in all the right places, which Kelly certainly is. I adore her and every inch of her amazing body.

So on the day of the party, I was sitting on her bed in her apartment while she changed into her costume, tingling with anticipation. I knew whatever she came out as, I was going to love it, and when the door opened, I was not disappointed.

Kelly walked into the room wearing a black top hat, black gloves, a white button-down shirt and a snugly fitting bright red jacket that complemented her long, curly crimson hair. Below, she wore tight black pants, black leather ankle boots, and a belt with a large gold buckle. In her hand, she was holding a whip, and not a fake one at that—this was a real whip.

I was delighted. Clearly, she was meant to be a lion tamer. And what I loved most about it was that it wasn't some chintzy "sexy" lion tamer outfit bought online like most women wear. The whole getup looked very authentic, and I found the demureness of it very arousing. Everything below her neck was totally covered, and her top doubly so by the jacket that strained against the swell of her breasts. It was very erotic in how it was suggestive without giving anything away.

"I love it!" I said. "And I take it that I must be going as a lion, then?"

"Very good boy!" she said to me as she patted me on the head. "Yes, you are to be my lion tonight. But I've created a very ... special sort of costume for you."

I was intrigued. At first I pictured something like the Cowardly Lion outfit from the Wizard of Oz. That didn't sound very sexy. So I was a bit stunned when she sternly told me to strip all the way naked and sit down in the chair by her vanity.

I did as I was told, and Kelly began applying costume makeup to my face. When she finished, I looked a bit like a young boy who gets his face painted like a lion at the zoo or the circus. She'd done a very good job giving me a leonine mien, but I still couldn't figure out why I had to be naked to get my face painted.

Next she pulled out a wig of sorts that she had crafted that would be my mane. The hair was auburn and it tied around my head with sort of a chin strap holding it in place. By the time she finished jiggering it into place, at least from the neck up I looked like a very convincing lion. But the biggest surprise so far came next.

Kelly handed me one of my old Speedo swimsuits that she had altered for the occasion. It was yellow, and attached to the bottom it had a long furry tail just like a lion's. Now I was starting to see what she had in mind. I had said I wanted a chance to flaunt my six-pack, but now I'd gotten quite a bit more than a bargained for. This would be a very revealing lion costume.

"Put this on," Kelly instructed me. Already she was getting into character, giving me commands with a voice of authority and no wasted words. I did as she instructed, and once I had the suit on, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I swished my tail back and forth a bit, and it swung naturally. If this was how she was planning to parade me about, I was really going to be on display tonight. I found the thought of that rather arousing, though, honestly.

For my feet I got tan moccasins, which made sense, but the paws Kelly gave me had me perplexed again. They were big, pillowy things that she had clearly handmade. My hands went into a sock, and then between the palm of my hands and the edge of the paw was some fluffy material. The padding was so thick, and the paw so tightly stuffed with it that it completely prevented me from using my fingers to get a grip on anything

Kelly buckled the paws firmly into place with something like a wristwatch band and then sealed the buckle with tape to prevent me from unhooking it. The effect of these padded paws was that I was now totally dependent on Kelly to do anything that would ordinarily require the use of my hands—including taking them off.

Kelly stepped back to admire her handiwork. She smiled, obviously pleased with herself, before the serious demeanor came back.

"Now we're going to practice your commands," she said firmly. "Sit!" she said, pointing at the ground in front of her with her left index finger while she cracked the whip with her right hand. It made a loud pop that frazzled me. Not entirely sure what she wanted, I got down on my hands and knees in front of her and looked up at her for her approval. All I could think at that moment was how incredibly sexy she looked in that outfit. I was ready to gladly do anything she asked of me.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Lions cannot speak," she said crossly as she brought the whip down on my left shoulder blade. It landed with a sharp, sudden sting. She lifted the whip again, and instinctively I cowered to cushion the blow, but this time the leather snapped harmlessly in the air.

I suddenly felt very flustered, partly from the painful sting in my shoulder, but even more so from embarrassment for asking such a silly question. That was pretty stupid of me, I thought. Of course lions can't speak. Even the littlest child could tell you that. I could do better. I would do better.

"Up!" Kelly barked, lifting her finger up slightly as he cracked the whip. I tried to think about what a lion would do with such a command. I got up on my knees and sat up as high as I could.

"Paws up, too," she said, holding her palms out in front of her, even with her shoulders. I mimicked her movement.

"Good. Now sit!" she repeated, again pointing at the floor and cracking the whip. Again I complied. "Now up!" she repeated, again making the same lifting gesture and whipping. I returned to the position I had just left. The next time she didn't say anything, she just pointed at the floor as she snapped the whip. I got back on my hands and knees. Then she wordlessly made the "up" gesture as the whip snapped, and I got back in the up position. She seemed satisfied with my progress.

Next she reached into her closet and pulled out a hula hoop. She stood perpendicular to me with the hoop behind her back. Then all in one swift motion, she held the hoop out in front of me, just a few inches off the floor, cracked the whip, and barked, "Jump!"

I gave it the best effort I could, but at first it was really more of a crawl than a jump. I don't care how athletic you are, jumping through a hoop from your hands and knees is not an easy feat. But with a bit of a galloping start, I got through it okay and was now on the other side of the room.

"Turn around," Kelly commanded, which I did. Again, this time with no words, she took the hoop from behind her back and held it out in front of me, this time a just few inches higher, and again I managed to propel myself through it. We practiced that several more times, and by the end of our practice, she was able to hold the hoop up a good foot and a half off the ground and I could get through it. That is, I want to stress, a lot harder than it sounds.

We practiced a few more tricks, like Kelly circling her finger as a command for me to roll over on the ground, before she deemed my performance satisfactory. Now I was down on my hands and knees again, with my back flat and my head up. For reasons I didn't immediately understand, Kelly laid a towel down beneath me. 

While she was kneeling down next to me, she put her hand on my cock, which in the process of all this game-playing, had gotten very firmly erect. The way she was confidently ordering me around while I raced around on all fours trying to please her had me quite turned on.

"Well, well, well," Kelly said, a trace of humor entering her voice for the first time. "We can't have this happening at the party tonight. It'll scare all of the guests. By the way, do you know how it is exactly that lion tamers are able to get in those cages with all those vicious lions and not get their heads eaten off?"

She continued, not waiting for any response from me. "Some of it is operant conditioning, of course. Do something right, and you get a treat. Do something wrong, and you get the whip," she explained, smacking my ass hard for emphasis on that last point.

"But the real secret that they don't tell you is that right before the lions go out into the center ring, the trainer takes their boy parts and masturbates them until they're completely exhausted. By the time the trainer is finished, that makes them completely submissive and docile. And that's how I need you to be tonight. We can't have you walking around the living room with a raging hard-on all night. So go ahead. I want you to jerk off for me, right here, right now."

I greedily obeyed and reached for my cock. But with my hands encased in these paws, they were useless mounds of pillow. I could rub at my cock a bit, but I couldn't get the grip I need to take off my swimsuit, let alone properly stroke it.

"Aww," Kelly cooed in placating voice. "Are you having a little trouble with that? Would you like me to help you out?"

I bobbed my head up and down as enthusiastically as I could. Kelly chuckled and took off her gloves. She reached into the drawer of her dresser and took out some lube, then pulled my swimsuit down around my knees. She took one hand and began stroking very gently up and down my cock, while two lubed fingers of her other hand began working their way into my asshole. Once my butt muscles relaxed and she was able to get her fingers all the way in, she started thrusting them in and out while starting to stroke my cock a little harder.

"There, there, that's my good little pet," she said softly as she stroked it. "We are absolutely, positively going to win this costume contest tonight. And to do that, it's going to take more than just some good costumes. There will be lots of couples there with great costumes. We're going to need a little something extra. It won't be enough to just dress up as our characters. We need to become our characters. That's why tonight I'm going to be the ringmaster, and you're going to be my obedient little pet, and you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do."

As if for emphasis, she began stroking my cock more rapidly. I moaned in pleasure. I'd been jerked off before, of course, but never like this. It was an immensely powerful sensation.

"Can you do that for me?" she asked. "Can you be docile and submissive for me?"

I nodded my head as fast I could. I was in blissful ecstasy. The dual pumping on my cock and in my ass was pushing me over the edge. I exploded in a massive orgasm on the towel beneath me. When I came back to my senses, I was panting to catch my breath, it had been that overpowering.

"Good boy," Kelly said before washing her hands and putting her gloves back on. "Now, it's time for us to go to the party. The stairs aren't designed for big cats, so you can walk on your hind legs until we get to my car."

When we stepped outside, I immediately felt the chill on my nearly naked body. It wasn't freezing cold where we live this time of year, but cold enough to be a bit uncomfortable when you're wearing basically nothing.

Kelly drove an SUV that was parked across the street from her front door. I started walking toward to passenger side door.

"No, no, no!" Kelly forcefully corrected me, pointing at the hatchback door. I stopped. She opened up the door and I got my next big surprise when I saw a large cage sitting in the cargo area. Her parents used to own a Great Dane and I recognized the cage as the one they used to keep him in. She must have snagged the cage from their garage earlier that day.

"In you go," she commanded. A couple other women were in the parking lot going about their Saturday night while all this was going on. I could hear a few of them gawking at me as I obediently crawled into the cage. Kelly closed the cage door behind me and locked it shut with an honest-to-goodness lock.

"Turn around," she ordered. I had just barely enough room to maneuver, but I managed to do so. I saw Kelly put her whip and the hoop in the cargo area next to a stool she had also brought. And then, to my further surprise, she pulled a black tablecloth out from the back seat and draped it over top of the cage so I couldn't see anything!

With this not-strictly-legal traveling arrangement in place, Kelly began the short drive to the Andersons' party. On the way, she gave me a few more instructions. First, I was supposed to talk to all of the other guests like normal. (Anything else would have been rude and weird.) But I was not at any point to speak directly to Kelly—or, as I was told to think of her for the rest of the night, "Mistress Kelly." If I needed or wanted something from her, I would need to find other ways of communicating with her.

Also, lions need a name, and my name for the night was now "Bum-Bum," a name specifically chosen to be as embarrassing as possible. Mistress Kelly gave me a few more instructions, but those would play out in good time.

The car started to slow down and I could tell that we were in the Andersons' neighborhood. Mistress Kelly put the car into reverse and backed up, probably into their driveway. Having the cloth over my cage and not being able to see anything heightened my sense of nervous anxiety. What would be out there waiting for me when the cover came off?

Mistress Kelly put the car into park and suddenly I heard circus music coming from the speakers. I could hear her get out of the car, and then a few seconds later I heard her voice rising above the tune and the din coming from the party as the hatchback door popped open.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, may I have your attention, please! Tonight, for your entertainment, we are proud to present to you, the amazing, the stupendous, the captivating Kelly the Lion Tamer, and her loyal assistant ..." and at that moment she tore the cover off my cage to reveal the secret beneath, "Bum-Bum the Lion!"

As Mistress Kelly had instructed me to do, I let out my best lion's roar when the cover came off. Nervously, I looked around at the audience that greeted me. The party was already in full swing, and a gaggle of guests were milling about in the garage drinking beer. So far, the reaction was largely positive. People really got a kick out of Mistress Kelly's showmanship.

Mistress Kelly unlocked my cage and I scurried out of the back of the car. A few of the looks on some of the guests' faces turned sour when they realized how scantily I was dressed, but most of them remained impressed with how much effort we'd put into our costumes.

For the first hour or so of the party, we mingled much like any other partygoers would. I continued to get a few odd looks from people, some of them no doubt picking up on the overtly kinky vibe of our outfits, but for the most part the act was a big hit. 

My athlete's physique helped tremendously, of course. A couple of the women asked Mistress Kelly's permission to feel my abs, which she gladly granted. Several people complimented my bravery and quite a few complimented Mistress Kelly on how good her outfit looked. I kept stealing looks at her, still unable to get over how sexy she looked in it.

But without the use of my hands, I remained very much in Mistress Kelly's power. One of the best parts of the Andersons' parties was the food, but with the paws covering my hands, I was completely unable to feed myself. Once Mistress Kelly had finished eating what she wanted, she took a seat in an out-of-the-way corner of the room. When my eyes met hers from across the room, she held up a plate of food and shook it very gently as if to say, "Here, kitty. You want some food?"

I headed immediately over and took a seat in the chair next to Mistress Kelly. She had prepared a plate for me of shrimp, franks and meatballs—lions are carnivores, after all—and kept a watchful eye over the room to make sure we weren't being too flamboyantly kinky while she fed me from a fork. When the small plate was finished, she set it aside and said, "That's it. No more for you."

And that was that. All that delicious food, and I'd gotten only barely a nibble. I'd skipped dinner before the party and I was quite hungry.

It was the same with the well-stocked beer selection. As instructed, I politely declined all offers of drinks (sorry, driving) while Mistress Kelly took ones for herself. If I was thirsty, I would subtly touch my mouth to ask for a drink. Sometimes Mistress Kelly would hold the bottle to my mouth and let me sip, and other times she would dismiss me with a curt, "No. No more for you."

After we'd been there sometime, I rubbed my belly, which was the signal that I needed to use the restroom. "Oh, does Bum-Bum have to pee-pee?" Mistress Kelly asked in the tone one would talk to a pet. I nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

I had assumed that we would go to the restroom, so I was surprised yet again when Mistress Kelly opened up the sliding glass doors and led me into the backyard. Once again, I felt silly and stupid for being so surprised. Lions don't use human toilets. Everyone knows that.

The backyard led to a wooded area where it was very dark and we would have some privacy. Once we were safely shrouded behind the trees, Mistress Kelly snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground. I lowered myself to my hands and knees immediately. Mistress Kelly pulled down my swimwear and said, "Go." So I went. And then when I finished, I waited awkwardly, expecting her to pull my trunks back up and take us back to the house.

Instead, she stretched and said, "Boy, I sure am tired. I could use a place to sit down." And then she sat right down on my back like it was a chair. I had no trouble supporting her, but her weight was enough that I felt it. I could feel her take her cell phone out of her purse, and then she proceeded to sit there and scroll through it, while I acted as her chair out in the middle of the woods with my underwear down around my knees.

I figured this would just last for a few seconds, but she kept on sitting there contently for a minute, two, three, maybe more. I quickly became aware of how cold I was. Mistress Kelly was well insulated in her jacket, but I was basically naked. At that moment I felt grateful for the paws that encased my hands. After my teeth started to chatter, Mistress Kelly finally stood up. She pulled my trunks back over my now-shriveled manhood, giving it a quick pat once she did so.

"He was starting to get a bit antsy in there," she explained. "That should chill him out for a while. If he starts to act up again, we can come back out here and do this again."

I was glad to get back inside, a happiness slightly tempered when the hostess turned off the music and asked for everyone's attention.




The Lion Tamer



"I just wanted to let everyone know that in a few minutes we'll be voting on which couple had the best costumes," our hostess announced. "But before we do that, one of the couples asked to share a performance with you as part of their characters. So without further ado, please give a warm welcome to Kelly the Lion Tamer and," she tried unsuccessfully to keep from giggling as she added, "Bum-Bum the Lion!"

Mistress Kelly appeared from the hallway carrying her whip and her hoop. I hurried over to the space in the main room that had been cleared out for us. We went through the whole routine we had practiced in her room. She would point down and I would sit. She would point up and I would sit up. She would spin her finger and I would roll over. Then she held the hoop out, as high as I was able to manage, and I would jump through it. Each command was issued with no sound other than the crack of the whip.

While I was performing for everyone, I could hear claps and cackles of laughter from many of the other guests in room. Whether they were laughing with me or everyone was laughing at me was tougher to say.

At the end of it, I jumped up on the ottoman like a real lion might, and Mistress Kelly doffed her hat to the audience and bowed. The hostess called out, "Let's have a big round of applause for Kelly the Lion Tamer!" (No mention was made this time of Bum-Bum.)

Reaction to the performance splintered sharply along gender lines. Most of the women at the party whooped and hollered with approval. Several gave Mistress Kelly a standing ovation. The men in the crowd mostly looked around uncomfortably.

Once we were finished, it was time to vote on the best costumes. One woman, slightly older than us, sauntered over as she filled out her form. "You have him very well trained," she commented to Mistress Kelly. "What's your secret?"

"The key is making clear to him that you are the alpha female, and he is the beta male," Mistress Kelly explained. "Make him understand that every room you're in is your territory. Carry yourself with complete and total confidence as the alpha, and he'll instinctively obey your every command. He craves that sort of order. And if he ever momentarily forgets his place, a hard stare usually works, but if not, that's what the whip is for."

The woman looked at me, but I said nothing. She smiled at Mistress Kelly knowingly and then wrote down her choice on her ballot. I'm not sure whether they were talking just about lion taming.

The votes were soon turned in and tallied up, and the women's vote carried the day. Kelly the Lion Tamer and Bum-Bum were declared the runaway winners. Mistress Kelly was beaming as she walked up to accept the trophy and held it triumphantly over her head. It made me feel good to see her so happy.

After Mistress Kelly collected our award—her award, I mean—it was time for us to go home. Mistress Kelly opened the back door and I climbed into my cage and she locked it behind me. When I turned around, Mistress Kelly was holding a piece of hot dog in her hand. I ate it out of her hand as she fed it to me through the bars of my cage, and then she put the black cloth back over my cage.

There were a few people chilling out in the garage while we did all that. I have no idea what any of them must have thought while they watched our role-playing continue even after the contest was over.

Mistress Kelly took a route home that was unfamiliar to me. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, I wasn't entirely sure where we were. But when Mistress Kelly finally opened the back door and pulled the cover off my cage, I looked around and saw that we were indeed back home. She unlocked me from my cage, and I crawled out and we walked up to her apartment. 

When we got back into her apartment, she helped me out of my paws and gave me a playful swat on my butt. "Go wash off that makeup, thoroughly. I'm wildly horny and I can't wait to fuck you."

I washed my face very thoroughly, took off the rest of my costume and came back into the room totally naked. Mistress Kelly—well, Kelly, that is—had kicked off her boots, removed her hat, and stripped off her pants and panties, but left the jacket, gloves and button-down shirt on, although the top button of the shirt was now undone and her bra was on the floor.

The contrast between her formally clad torso and totally naked lower body looked scandalous. Kelly lay down across the bed, with the bottom half of her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress.

"Eat me out," she said. Her words were still economical, but her tone was now totally changed. Her words were urgently full of lust and desire. Now she was the one that was the hungry animal.

I kneeled between her legs and buried my face into her crotch. She was usually very wet to begin with whenever I went down on her, but this was the wettest I had ever felt her. I could hear the smacking of her juices as I licked my tongue slowly and gently up and down her clitoris. She sighed with approval. As I guided my tongue from side to side, she reached underneath her shirt and started fondling her engorged nipples.

"That feels so good," she purred as I gently caressed the back of her thighs while I sucked on her. As I continued kissing, I could feel her getting closer. I slid two fingers into her pussy while swirled my tongue along her in a figure-eight pattern, gradually building up so I was going faster and harder as she got closer.

And then, with swift suddenness, her hands lunged for my head, grabbing my hair in both hands, and pushed my head deeper into her crevice, grinding her pussy against my face. Her breathing got short, and then she suddenly let go of my head and flopped back down on the bed, her hips rising in the air. I quickly pulled my fingers out and sucked on her clit as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm and she bit her lip to hold in the cries of delight.

Short of breath, Kelly reached for my head again and told me to get on the bed. I lay on the bed on my back and Kelly climbed on top of me and slid her sopping pussy over top of my already throbbing dick. Her eyes closed, and her mouth gaped open with pleasure as she lowered herself down onto my cock.

Kelly thrust her hips back and forth on my dick, and despite her having milked me dry before the party, I could already start to feel myself building up again. Kelly moaned as she rode me, rocking back and forth. She sat upright and the motion of her hips slowed, but did not stop, while she took off the jacket. She smiled and winked at me as she did so. It was so erotic watching her perform a striptease while she was already riding me.

Kelly started rocking her hips faster again. I arched my hips up to get deeper inside her. She could tell that I was already starting to get there, but she didn't want me to come too soon. Her thrusting slowed down again as she straightened up. Now the gloves came off (literally, I mean) and I looked up at her, really, truly soaking in the sight of her.

I've always had a thing for girls wearing nothing but a button-down shirt, and that's all that Kelly had left now. On her, the buttons could just barely contain her massive breasts and looked like they might pop right off at any moment. As she swayed and swirled her hips around my cock, she began slowly, tantalizingly, taking off her shirt, one button at a time, pausing after each one to ride me a little harder. When she finished, she spun the shirt around over her head and threw it to the floor like a lasso.

And then we were both naked, and she was riding me with abandon now, pumping as hard as fast and she could while her clit slid back and forth along me. And then, in another moment, she started to come again. It was the longest and most intense orgasm I'd ever seen her have. She had never been one to cry out in bed before, but as she climaxed, she shouted, "Oh my god, oh my God, oh my God!" before letting out shrieks of passion. Her long, fiery red hair swirled in the air as she flung her head back.

That sent me over the edge. For the second time that night, I shot another huge load as I came inside her. She smiled as I pumped it inside her, contracting her crotch muscles to squeeze out every last drop.

After I finished, she collapsed on the bed beside me, and we were a sweaty, exhausted, but immensely satisfied tangle of naked arms and legs. Kelly lay her head down on my chest, and I ran my fingers through her hair. Across the bed, she could see the Best Costume trophy claiming pride of place on the nightstand.

"Good boy," she said contently. "Very, very good boy."

And in that peaceful village, the lion slept that night—very blissfully, very glad to be under the protection of his tamer, and knowing that this would certainly not be the last time they would do this together.



The Lionel Train Mixup



Wendy Johnson grew up as an only child to a couple of parents who hated winter. So, Wendy was raised to think that winter was always just something to bear with until the days grew warmer, when the three of them could take their beloved speedboat out on the lake once again. So, it was a big adjustment for Wendy when she married Kevin. He came from a large family that lived for the holiday season. They made the most of every day from Thanksgiving through New Years. 

Kevin introduced Wendy to more holiday traditions than she could count. Wendy resisted at first, but eventually got over her "bah humbug" attitude. In time, she really began to enjoy Christmas, seeing it through Kevin's eyes. 

A year after they got married, Wendy gave birth to a son. They named him Richard. (Ricky for short). Over the years, Kevin especially delighted in seeing how much his wife enjoyed experiencing Christmastime with their son. It was almost as if it was just as new to her as it was for Ricky.

When Ricky turned five years old, another family tradition kicked in. It was time for Ricky to wake up on Christmas day and find a Lionel train set under the tree. 

"What does 'O-gauge' mean?" Wendy asked her husband. She was wrapping the box that contained the engine, while Kevin wrapped a bigger box that contained the track, the power supply, and some basic scenery. 

"I don't know if the O stands for anything, but look here. See how this track is almost two inches wide, and how that engine you are wrapping is about eight inches long? That makes it O-gauge. There's also HO, which stands for 'Half-O.' That track is only an inch wide and the engines are only about four inches long, and there's also N-scale, which is about half of that, again. But neither HO nor N are good enough for our boy. No, siree, Bob."

"Oh, whatever. I'm sorry I asked. Just tell me, can I use the same wrapping paper for the caboose, or do you want to be able to tell them apart?"

A week had gone by and it was now the day before Christmas. Wendy was running around somewhat frazzled. She and Kevin had tried to arrange twice before to be together when Ricky sat on Santa's lap to have his picture taken, but Kevin kept getting called into work to solve a recurring computer emergency. So, finally, Kevin told Wendy to just go without him. 

She went to a mall where the arrangement was that the kids played in a play area that was set up to resemble Santa's workshop while the parents stood in line. As they reached the front of the line, they'd go fetch their kids and then join a second, shorter line that actually led up to Santa.

Most of the parents standing in line with Wendy were heads-down with their smart phones, but the woman standing immediately behind Wendy was writing a note. Wendy then noticed that many of the parents were handing notes to Santa just as their child was about to be placed on Santa's lap.

"What's that note you're writing there?" Wendy asked the woman.

"Oh, I'm letting Santa know what toys I bought for Madison, so that he doesn't promise her something that she's not going to get."

"Oh, that's a good idea. I should do that, too."

Wendy opened her purse and scrounged out a piece of paper and a pen. The only piece of paper she had was the envelope from a Christmas card that she had just received. Her best friend from college, Gail, had just moved to Chicago, and Wendy had saved the envelope for the return address. So, Wendy tore off the return-address part and used the rest of the envelope to write her note: "Santa, I'm putting a train under the Christmas tree tonight, after Ricky goes to bed."

When Wendy and Ricky finally reached the front of the line, a cute Santa's helper in a green skirt and leggings distracted Ricky for a moment while Wendy handed Santa the note. Santa read the note, but he looked confused. He read the note again, and then gave Wendy a big smile. 

So, Wendy was completely baffled when Santa ignored the note and led Ricky to expect toys other than what the note said he was getting. Frustrated, Wendy hastily paid for the photograph order, took her claim check, and led Rickey away.

Later that evening, Ricky's father, Kevin, answered the door to find five men in Santa costumes standing on his porch. "Has Ricky gone to bed yet, or are we early?" the lead Santa asked with a wink.

"Who are you? What's going on?" The father was clearly not expecting this.

"Well, um, your wife gave me this." He handed over the envelope with the corner torn off. The front of the envelope showed their home address. On the back, in Wendy's handwriting, it said, "I'm pulling a train under the Christmas tree tonight, after Ricky goes to bed."

Kevin laughed and yelled back over his shoulder, "Hey Honey, you did it again!" 

Wendy tightened the sash on her robe as she approached the front door. "What's up?"

He held up the hastily written note and pointed to the word "pulling." "You forgot to cross your T's again! Do you know what pulling a train means?"

Wendy's face turned bright red. "Well, that explains everything." She laughed so hard that she cried. After a moment, Wendy settled down and said, "Well, I guess there's only one thing to do then."

Kevin said, "Right." He opened the door wider to let the Santas enter. "You go add more rum to the eggnog, and I'll get the video camera."

Five orgasms later, a completely disheveled Wendy looked into lens of the camera and said to her husband, "I think I figured out what the O stands for." 



The Lioness



It was a quarter past nine and I was sitting on a stool at the Chandelier bar in the Cosmopolitan hotel. I was slowly nursing a lemon drop martini as I sat the end of the left side of the bar people watching. I was trying to do everything that I could to keep myself from counting the minutes on the clock. In just fifteen minutes he would be walking into the bar.

The nerves were slowly starting to set in. We had been talking for the past four months via emails, text messages and more recently phone calls. We had exchanged pictures, but we had yet to truly see one another in the present.

I hit the menu button on my phone to illuminate the screen and the digital clock read 9:25, only five minutes remaining! I tossed back the remainder of my drink, took a deep breath and pulled out my compact mirror from my clutch and did a quick check of my makeup. I added a fresh coat of red lipstick, finger combed a few loose strands of hair back into place and put everything away. I checked the time one more time on my phone and it read 9:30. The moment my mind registered the time it was as if my heartbeat tripled in speed. I closed my eyes, took three deep breaths to calm my nerves and turned on my stool to face the entrance of the bar...and there he was.

He looked just like his pictures. Tall, lightly toned, graceful, and pale. My breath got caught in my chest as we made eye contact and a slight smirk appeared across his mouth. I parted my lips to exhale and slowly licked my lips as he stalked his way toward me. His stride was powerful and full of confidence. He was elegantly dressed in all black: slacks, shirt, tie, and shoes. The dark colors of his clothing made his creamy alabaster skin stand out that much more. His eyes and the smirk on his face never strayed as he made his way over to me; and then he was in front of me, two feet away.

"Hello Steph," he stated as he extended his right hand to me.

"Hi," I breathed as I placed my mocha colored hand in his. My voice was breathy and dry, fuck he took my voice away! I cleared my throat and tried again, "Hello."

"May I sit?" I nodded my response and he took the sit to my right. We both turned so that we were slightly facing each other and the bar. "May I buy you another?" He asked as he glanced down to my empty martini glass. I nodded my response, once again, silently castigated myself to get it together. I was a powerful woman; at least that is what I had led him to believe in the last four months. But, my silence was betraying me, and I knew it, he knew it. 

"You look exceptionally beautiful," he stated as he leaned into me, grasped my right hand that was resting on my thigh and gave it a lite squeeze. He didn't let go of my hand as he motioned to the bartender and placed his order. When he finished with the bartender he turned back to me and gave my hand another squeeze.

"Cat got your tongue? You haven't said much." He stated as he turned his chair to face me completely.

"I'll be honest, I am a bit speechless at the moment. I mean I don't actually know what to say, we have discussed so much in the last few months that I feel as though I have said it all. I thought tonight was going to be less about talking." I was slowly gaining my confidence.

"How about we finish our drinks first?" I conceded to his request with a nod and picked up my fresh martini that the bartender had just placed in front of me.

We chatted lightly about our travels to the hotel and our separate plans for the weekend as we sipped on our drinks. I was on my third drink for the night when he placed my hand—the same hand that he had grabbed when he sat down next to me; he had never let it go—onto his groan as he took a swig from his tumbler. He was hard, I could feel it, but I had also noticed it when he had first sat down. I gave his erection a light squeeze and finished my drink. His hand paused midair as he held his drink and watched me toss mine back. I leaned into him, caressing his cock through his pants, and lightly ran my tongue along his bottom lip. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes slowly, his long lashes accentuating the task.

Upon my retreat to my seat he opened his eyes, and there was my answer. He was ready. I grabbed my clutch, rose from my seat and slowly exited the bar. He was right behind me, after he tossed a few bills on the bar top for our drinks. He caught me as I passed the hostess that was carding people and he placed his right hand on my lower back. He steered me through the crowd and the casino to a bank of elevators, so we were going back to his room. The doors opened and we followed the small crowd in. He pulled me back against his body, reached around me to the floor panel, swiped his room key and selected the twentieth floor. The other patrons in the elevator were loud and talking and drunk, which was completely understandable seeing that we were in Las Vegas. If it were not for him, I would be out with my friends at a club drinking and dancing the night away, but I had told them I would meet them later. I was still suffering from a "hangover" from our earlier festivities.

Then the doors opened onto the twentieth floor and we exited the elevator. He placed his hand on my lower back once again and led the way. He stopped at door 2015, turned and looked at me as if to double check that I was sure about this. I took the keycard from him, opened the door and entered his room without a backward glance. He stepped through the door and I attacked.

I dropped my clutch to the floor and pushed him up against the back of the door. My lips were on his in a nanosecond. As our lips and tongues assaulted each other my hands clawed at his clothes and his hands roamed my body. I managed to undo his tie, untuck his shirt and unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt as he pulled my dress up around my hips. He pulled me closer, flesh against his body, and slid his left hand down between the lips of my pussy. He groaned in my mouth as he found me pantiless.

"Fuck," he stated when he slid his fingers between my wet pussy lips. I was aroused. 

He massaged my slickness onto his fingers, causing me to grind my pussy onto his hand. I broke away from the kiss and moved to his neck, Adam's apple, and collarbone. Two fingers slid into my tight cunt, eliciting a slow moan from me. I nipped his collarbone, he groaned and pumped his fingers into my hot wet cunt.

I licked and sucked my way back up his neck to his lips and slid my tongue along his. Our kisses were sloppy and we were moving as if time were of the essence.

I broke away from our kissing just long enough to pull his shirt off his shoulders, and his under shirt up over his head. He never once broke stride in finger fucking my cunt. I leaned down and flicked my tongue across his left nipple just as he started to slide a third finger into me. My pussy protested by clamping shut on the two fingers he already had inside me, preventing the third from entering.

"God, you're so tight." He cried as he tried to rotate his fingers and open my hole for a third. My hands were now at his pants. I had undone his belt and zipper. I yanked his pants and briefs down below his butt and felt his cock spring up between us. I nipped my way across his chest to his right nipple and sucked it into my wet mouth. As I lightly sucking on his right nipple, my pussy finally opened up so that he could ease that third finger in.

Slowly he pushed his ringer finger into my tight hot cunt, forcing me to release his chest and throw my head back. The feeling was incredible. I had longed for him to touch me. To be inside me, and while it was only his fingers, I felt full of him. I reached down between us with my right hand and grabbed his cock. He was hard; he felt like solid hot steel in my hand. I stroked him to the same speed he was finger fucking me. His breathing started to quicken and remembering what he had wrote in his emails, I knew he wouldn't last long, so I stepped back and broke all contact between us.

"What the-" he stated, as his eyes regained their focus. I dropped down to my knees, and resumed stroking him.

"I want you to cum on my tits, remember." I said between my hastened breathing. He moaned his response as he tilted his head back against the door. The pace of my hand picked up, I could see and feel the pre-cum oozing from his cock and the more that touched my hand and slid between my fingers the more I wanted a taste.

"Oh God," he moaned. He was so close I could just see it on his face. I tightened my grip and stroked faster. He started pumping his hips. He cried out again and again. I brought my left hand up to cup his balls and just as the head of his cock poked out from my fist I sucked it into my mouth, hard.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" And a few other expletives rolled off his tongue as his hips suddenly froze. I pulled my mouth off and aimed his cock down to my breast, just in time for the first spurt.

Six creamy shots of cum landed on my breast. As he came down from his pleasure induced high, his body shuddered. It was obvious that coming had taken a bit out of him. I squeezed the last bit that I could get out of his cock onto my hand and brought it to my lips. Still shuddering, he gazed down at me and watched as I smeared my cum stained hand across my lips. He groaned and slid down to his knees in front of me, as I now was the one smirking.

...the story continues, if interested in more please let me know.



The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 01



Risk Takers: The Lioness of Montgomery 

By Raven Black 

I sat at in my classroom. My middle finger traced my bulging pussy lips through my black panties while a hundred eyes watched. My frozen hand is thawed by the heat radiating from my sex and thick thighs surrounding it. It was always ice cold in this building but for some reason it my classroom made the rest of the building seem warm. The air cut into you like a knife and exposed you. It was common for me to be in the midst of teaching the week's trigonometry lesson only to pause just to breathe into the air, because I thought for sure this time I would see my breath. However, for the first time in the 10 years I have taught here at Alabama State, I was slowly feeling warmth rise inside me. 

I might actually begin sweating, soon, I thought. I wonder what he would do right now. 

Like a kindling fire in the middle of a blizzard, I felt a constant stream of chills rolling up my spine. It started inside my sex. My pussy was an engine trying to start after being left in the cold too long. Every drag of my finger over my lips revved my insides. My left middle finger worked left to right on my lips and I feel my finger push my pantyhose inside my pussy. My eyes went to a young man sitting in the front row, briefly. 

Mmmm... 

I rubbed from the bottom to the top then lightly brushed on my clit. Even though I wore black panties over my fishnet pantyhose, the contact on my always sensitive clit caused me to squirm in my seat and adjust my skirt as a warmth fell up my body like dominos. 

You need to stop, this is too dangerous, I thought. Just go into the bathroom, cum, then come back out. You know what will happen if you get caught, again? 

I looked up from the stack of papers in front of me into the sea of college students testing away. My eyes bounced from one face to another till I found her. A sickly thin girl with her dyed blonde hair in a short pony tail. No more than 19 years old. Though, I was nearing the end of the fall semester, I had no guess at her name, like my 200 other students. That is until last Monday when she caught me in my office on- school property, completely naked with 10 inches of a black dildo crammed in my pussy. 

Jessica Kemp... I know her name now... 

"Tw-" I cleared my throat. "Twenty minutes left to finish the test." I announced to the class. Every pair of eyes that looked up at me for a moment was like a jolt to my aching pussy. My gaze went back to a student in the front row who brushed his matted black hair from his brow. 

I sat at a large desk at the front of the room. My legs were encased by the black, cool, desk that hid everything going on below. My left palm rubbed down my left, inner thigh slowly, feeling the black fishnet against my soft skin. Near my knee, I squeezed and circled the meat on my thigh. 

There was not many things I liked on my body, though, I'm sure very few 48 year old women enjoyed any part of their body. My 5'3 frame was shorter than I liked. My stomach was thin, though, age hung to parts of my skin like death pulling you to the ground. I had considered in my youth getting breast implants, as they were never quite as large as I wanted. As I near 50, though, I thank god I never did now. All the weight I did gained over the years appeared to have gone to my breasts, causing them to grow fat and jiggly with a faint web of stretch marks along the outside. The one part I did love were my thighs. Thick and tight, squats were made a part of my weekly workout for years now. I'd stare into the mirror at home as I dressed in various leggings, and I would picture a man ripping them free as he threw me to the ground. I'd picture one man in particular. 

I pushed my drenched panties to the side and felt the grooves of my shaved pussy lips through my thin pantyhose. I bit my lip as I twirled my curly black hair that dangle on the side of my face. Staring down at a colleague's essay I pretended to be editing, my students turned pages on their tests and glanced up at me. My finger found a small hole where the stitching had broken loose, and I slowly pushed my finger inside it. Working it in circles, I opened the hole wider and wider around my crotch. Every tear in the fabric made a soft ripping sound that caused me to hold my breath, knowing that someone in the front row must have heard it. My middle finger immediately dips into my warm pussy and it feels as though I just dunked it into fresh brownies. My lips swallowed my finger whole. 

"Oohhh..." I whispered faintly, as I bit the pen in my hand. 

Sarah, Stop! I scolded myself. You could get fired- you could already be fired depending on what that Jessica Kemp bitch does. 

When Jessica walked into my office and saw me on my knees, naked, fucking my dildo, and with a ball gag strapped in my mouth, she gasped, staring like a deer might at an oncoming car. Then she apologized and ran out before I could remove ball gag. That was the last time I saw her till today. I was sure I would be fired the following day. That there would be facebook pages and news articles on me by nightfall. That my class would berate me in today's class- as I was not the most pleasant Professor by anyone's standard. But instead, nothing. No firing, facebook pages, or news articles. From best I could tell, Jessica had told no one of how much of a submissive little slut I was. 

My hips scooched from the back to the front of my chair, eager for my touch. I tried not to be obvious in my slouch but as I pushed two fingers into my slutty hole, I cared less of how I appeared. My pussy creamed with every fuck, I finger fucked myself deeper, brushing against my g-spot as I tasted blood in my mouth. I bit my tongue in attempt to keep me from screaming. My thighs pressed against the arms of my chair, I held them open as my fingers abused my cunt while I thought of him. The one man who has made me cum without ever having laying a finger on me. 

It started innocently enough. Meeting in a chatroom online. He came on strong, telling me a long tale of what he would do to my body if he was there. He took control, ordering me when to touch pussy, when to cum when not to, when to spank my ass, and when to slap my dirty bitch clit. 

Mmmmmm I wish you were here now, wILDtHING96... fucking me on this desk... 

My eyes rolled back as my eye lids closed slowly with my face buried in my papers. My pussy engulfed my fingers thrusting up inside me faster and faster and faster. I fucked my dirty fucking cunt, like he would. I heard the splashing of my pussy as I fucked it and found my right slowly running a finger over breasts. 

It is because of wILDtHING96 and what he did last night, that I couldn't sleep. And the reason I can't think about anything but cumming right now... 

A shadow stood over me. I startled straight and realized a man was there. A student. My fingers froze inside my pussy lips and my legs closed around my hand. 

No, no, no, Sarah! You idiot! You just threw your career away! 

My heart stopped as my eyes focused on the person looming over me. I looked up and saw a student. A face I did not recognize, but his eyes were buried in the multi-page trigonometry exam I had given them all. His face was not flushed, but calm and boring. 

He didn't see! 

He placed his exam on the corner of my desk, smiled a polite smile at me then left. My heart thumped in my chest and I felt the juices pour from my tight twat. My fingers stilled stuffed in my pussy, I slowly pulled them out and pressed them back in, again and again, as I smiled at the train of faces that brought their tests to my desk. 

Oh god... oh god... oh god... 

My breathing was beginning to become out of control. My chest labored as my pussy begged my extremities to run amuck. I crammed three fingers inside my tiny twat and was ready to scream. 

"Mmm- Mm- Mmmmm," my soft moans through pursed lips were quiet till the end. I had to clear my throat to cover the growing sound of my lust. I've never been one for voyeurism, but this new found thrill was almost more than I could bare. I felt my slippery lips clench around my three fingers and had to straighten my legs to keep my flexed muscles from cramping. 

Early in our chats, wILDtHING96 told me his name was Justin and I told him mine was Sarah, but that was the only personal information we ever exchanged. No, phone numbers, no pictures, or careers... The mystery combined with the way his control extended over me was what made me so wet. 

I imagined being held down by Justin while his strong hand smacked my ass. He would take control of my body. His hard cock would part my lips and fuck my hole hard, calling me the dirty closet whore that I was. A year straight I had been messaging him this was by far the most turned on he had made me. 

I can't- ohhh shit- I can't... 

I forced my eyes to stay open and looked down at my papers. I tried not to show any emotion but could barely managed to remain sitting up right. 

I have to stop. I can't cum in the classroom- there's no way I can keep quiet- oh shhhhhit... 

My pussy lips pulsated around my fingers and I panicked. I wasn't prepared to cum and knew that I might moan like an old hag, whoring herself out on a public street corner. My hand went still and I took a deep breath, cooling my pussy so not to explode. 

In that moment, I saw Jessica Kemp stand from her seat in the fourth row and walked towards me. Her thin legs were tan all the way to the top of her frizzy cut short-short jeans. She wore a splatter dyed t-shirt that was homemade as part of a sorority house of some kind which hid whatever small breast curves that she had. My hand was coated in my juices as my pussy continued to flex around my fingers, begging to cum. 

Jessica stopped in front of my desk, placed her test on the pile, and looked at me for a moment. Her eyes went to mine, at first. Then down to my cleavage in my v-neck cut top, then down below, as if she could see through my desk, through my clothes to the mess of wet and cum between my thick thighs. She slid her backpack from her shoulder to the ground and pulled the hair tie free from her pony tail, freeing her dirty blonde hair. She shook her hair free and cupped her jagged curls that bordered her face. She smiled, amused with herself, then picked up her things and left the classroom, almost in a skip. 

I watched her leave and started fingering myself again without knowing it. I considered the moment and why she would not tell anyone what she saw me do. 

Does she intend to black mail me? 

Threaten me? 

For some reason, every option I came up with turned me on more so as I watched another quarter of my class turn their papers in. I looked to a man in the left, front row. He bit his pierced lip as his messy black hair hung over his exam. He wore a black shirt belonging to some death metal group and baggy jeans. 

I realized I was panting with my mouth open as I rubbed juices over my fishnets, drying my hand. I looked up and penetrated my pussy hard with two fingers. Pushed in and pulled out. 

Then three fingers. I pushed in so deep, I ached and pursed my lips, pulling out. 

"Mmmmmm..." I trailed off. 

Then four fingers. I struggled as they worked inside me, inching left to right, deeper and deeper. I clenched my teeth, cowered, and wished I had a ball gag in my mouth to bite down on. Wished I was on display for this crowd of students and spread eagled as I was finger fucked. 

I'm losing it...Oh shit...I'm losing it... 

As I fucked myself with four fingers, I thought about Justin and our chat from last night. I think about him ordering me to trace the lips of my pussy through my panties. He said to rip a hole in my fishnets and finger fuck myself. One finger at first, he said. Then two. Fucking deep and hard. He told me last night as I masturbated to my computer screen in bed, to fuck my shaved twat with three fingers, then four. Pounding my pussy as only a handful of students remained in class, I feel trickles of sweat leave my neck rolling down my back. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, Sarah, fuck! 

My stomach contorted and I heaved silently in my chair in front of everyone. I cleared my throat every moment I sensed a moan coming out of control. I remembered Justin turning on his web cam for the first time last night and seeing his hard long cock, throbbing on the screen. I shoved my 8 inch dildo down my throat when I saw that, gagging myself. 

My used twat was inches from exploding. A constant quiver brushed my lips with every breath and caused a slight moan in my workspace. I thought about him ripping my clothes off and throwing me to the floor. I thought about him taking control over me and making me his sex slave. I thought about being used, not in pretend, like I have done for years, but for real. In that moment. It could happen. I thought of him sticking that long throbbing cock deeep in my ass as he smacked my whore tits. 

OhhhhshitfuckImfuckingcumming!! 

My pussy spasmed on my fingers as all four of them pounded my pussy fast. I clenched my thighs together and pinched my hand between them. I held my breath as my eyes rolled back and the wave of orgasms hit me like water on a dam. My body jumped and shook every few moments, as if I had the hiccups. 

Yesyesyesss! Fuck me, sir, fuck me! I want you inside me, I want this to happen, I don't care of the consequences, I want to make this happen! Fuck me!! 

My pussy creamed on my hand soaking to my wrist. 

"Ohhhhh..." I shuddered and coughed as I adjusted my fishnets. 

The young man who sat in the front row stood and gathered his things. His death metal shirt had streaks of red and silver slashed across the black shirt. His wild toss of black hair strung across his pierced eye brow and his tongue teased the ring in the corner of his lip. He walked to me with his test, lost and in a daze. 

I remembered last night after Justin gave me permission to cum and I got to watch him stroke his shaft to completion. For the first time in a year, I saw Justin's face. I recognized his eye brow piercings and lip piercing immediately. 

I extend my left hand that was just buried in my drenched pussy to him as he walked to my desk. As he handed me his test I said, "Thanks, Justin." He gave me a short nod and left the classroom none the wiser that his slut just thanked him for allowing her to cum for him.



The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02



[Tuesday, 4:35PM] 

My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my stomach twisting like a loaded spring. 

Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and even if it did matter, how would she know? 

My light pink v cut sweater exposed a good portion of my cleavage that my arms only mashed together more so. But Justin didn't concern himself with my ample breasts. No. His eyes traversed my legs like a raft went down white water. His gaze washed over the dark mesh of my fishnets that covered my calves and thick thighs. They paused at where my soft creamy skin disappeared under the dark shadow of my short, red, knife pleated skirt. 

It's your job, it's your life! He's your student! He could say something, she could say something! 

I stood fully clothed in my own office but felt exposed as he stared between my thighs like I was naked. In that moment, I realized that I was dressed like a high school slut. Like a cheerleader begging to be fucked. Just as I would be dressed 30 years prior when I was a high school and college cheerleader. Even then, I had always had fantasies of a strong man throwing my tiny figure about before choking me with his hard schlong. Other cheerleaders would giggle at my fantasies at slumber parties, calling me, Slutty Sarah. So my urges were slowly repressed over the years. And as I entered my thirties, then forties and tried to rekindle those excitements, every man I happened about was too weak or too timid. They drew their lines in the sand well before my needs which left my cravings unfelt. Over the years, my cravings intensified, though, my attempts to satisfy them became- white wash... background noise... 

Curbing my thirst for punishment, degradation, and control, I turned to the internet, allowing my eyes to pour of hours of hardcore pornography, and spent countless hours trapped in the imaginary fantasies of erotic literature. Role playing for years, I edged myself to gushing orgasms with various men and women in chatrooms and over the phone. I accepted defeat as approached my fifty's, having only a glimmer of hope that I held on to every time I fingered myself. The hope that I would one day be locked in the room with a wild animal of a man standing in front of me, eyeing me just as my college student Justin was now. But now I stood in silence, fighting a tremble that shook at my knees. I felt the fear of the unknown grasped its way up my throat as Justin began walking for me. 

[Monday, 4:52AM] ...36 hours prior... 

"Aaaahhh- MMmmmmm!" I groaned as I slobbered around the thick black dildo crammed in my mouth. My left hand fed the dildo into my loud slut mouth as my right pumped a cream colored 8 inch dildo into my slick pussy. The cream colored dildo had a pair of balls at the base of it which gave me better leverage to hold on to and fuck myself with. I sat on the floor, my knees spread, and my sweaty body was shaking in the dark room. The blue and white light that flashed from my computer screen bathed my naked curves and thick, bouncy tits as I trembled. "Mmm- ck- ack- Mmmm," I gagged on my black dildo. I felt my throat seize and saliva poured down my chin as trickles of sweat formed around my brow, neck, and breasts. 

I heard the thuds of my 8 incher pounding into my gaping hole. Fucking my juicy pussy into submission. My body was completely naked with the exception of my favorite black laced fishnets that stopped just short on my upper thigh, and a pair of red, 6 inch heels. My feet angled in such a way that every time my hips raised and lowered in motion with my dildo's penetration, the spikes of my heels dug into my rounded ass cheeks. I pulled the dildo from my lips and felt a string of spit fall with it to the ground. I bit my lip as I typed quickly on my on laptop. 

Mmmm yess, sir, fuck your slut! I thought. 

I typed to Justin how I just gagged myself as he asked and told him how drenched my dildo is from my slutty twat. He corrected me and said that it was not 'my' slutty twat but 'his' slutty twat for him to do whatever he wishes with. 

I bit my lower lip and stuffed my dildo deep into pussy so that I could feel the immense pressure as my lips squeezed on its shaft. 

'I'm sorry, sir,' I replied. Justin told me to pull on my chain and gave me further instructions. 'Yes, sir.' 

As my left gripped the small linked chain that laid between my thighs, my eyes flickered from the right side of my screen that had Justin's chat window open, to the left side that had a threesome sex scene on replay. It showed a young, skinny brunette bent over and getting fucked from behind by a fat cock, while her lips are stretched to the limit by another long cock skull fucking her from the front. 

Mmmmm god, I want that. Use me like the whore I am! 

My right dropped the dildo from my pussy as I pulled the chain with my left. I felt the cool, rough, ribbed metal go taut between my pussy lips. The metal pressed against my pale soft skin between my ass cheeks, on my back, and finally I felt it tighten on my black dog collar fastened around my neck. I pulled on the chain and my pussy quivered as it grinded back and forth on my swollen clit. I had been playing for 5 hours straight now, and Justin was yet to allow me to cum. 

"Ooohh goddd..." My body shook in protest as the pressure built. "Let me cum." I whined to no one. "Let me cum. Let-" My breath went short as my dog collar restrained my throat. I pursed my lips as the cool metal still grinded roughly on my sensitive clit. My eyes read Justin's next punishment, and I grasped a medium potato chip clip on the coffee table beside my laptop. My right slowly opened the metal clip as it hovered over my bursting heavy tits. I closed it around my left erect nipple and let it hang. 

"Mmmmmmm!!" I screamed in a hushed hum with my eyes closed as I bounced up and down trying to forget the pain. My massive tits bounced, making the clip swing and only caused a sharper pain on my aching pink nipple. I pulled harder with me left, still able to breathe, but digging the black leather into my skin and the cold metal into my filthy cunt. 

I can't- I can't- fuck, I can't hold on much longer. I need- oohhhh... I need to fucking cum so bad. 

My right hand shook as I picked up a second clip and slowly closed it on my right nipple. 

"Fuckfckfuck!" I groaned a restrained moan. My fat tits were on fire. My raw pink pussy was on fire. I opened my eyes biting my lower lip and typed with my right hand slowly. 'Done, sirr.' 

'Good girl,' Justin typed. 'Maybe my whore will get to cum, yet.' 

'Yes, sir, yes,' I replied. 'Your whore needs to cum soo badly pleaseplease.' 

'Mmm... With the chain between MY whore's pussy lips, I want you to clench your thighs together. Tight,' he typed. 

I did so, and as I adjusted, felt my tits sway and my nipples burn with their every movement. 

'Grasp the chain behind your neck with your right,' he demanded and I followed. My drenched pussy lips poured on the thin chain link as they swallowed it. 

'Now pulllll the chain up with your right hand,' he commanded. 

I gulped and began to pull on the chain. 

"Oh my godyesshitfuck!" I yelled. 

I felt the cold metal ribs draaag on my bulging clit, grinding on inner pussy lips, then finally hooking under my hips and rubbing hard on my asshole between my cheeks. My ass cheeks clenched and loosened repeatedly which made my upper body bounce and my tits flap. 

"Shit shit shit shit," I screamed. 

'Now pull up on the chain from between your legs,' he typed. 'Squeeze those fucking thighs together!' 

I grinded my fishnets together as I squeezed. My pussy and tits were on fire as I pulled the chain back through. Every rib on the chain hooked on my clit and pulled on it as I ran it higher. 

Jesus- I'm gunna cum! I can't cum he hasn't let me fuck I can't- please... 

'Again!' He demanded. 

I pulled it back though my tight slit and started to heave, my mature figure pulsed as my mind lost focus. My eyes went in and out of focus as the sharp pain on my pinched nipples and the fire on my wet cunt mushed with the ecstasy that pumped inside me. 

'FASTER, whore!' I saw him say through blurry vision. 'My fucking slutty whore!' 

My hands jerked the chain between my thighs faster and faster up and down. I felt the wetness drip down to my thighs and finally to my calves as I went silent. Furrowing my brow as I hunched over. My hips bucked and my fat tits dangled beneath me like utters on an old cow. 

Slish slosh. Slish slosh. Slish- 

Oh my oh my oh my ooh my goddd I can't- 

My eye lids opened and my retinas focused after realizing my eyes were closed. 

'CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!!' his letters yelled. 'CUM ON YOUR FUCKING LEASH, LIKE A GOOD SLUT!' 

I gasped and squeaked in elation. My hips grinded faster against the pull of the chain. I pulled the chain harder and longer. The chain slipped from sweaty grasp as I rode it harder. 

"Oh fuck!" I screamed going silent. "Oh jesus!!" 

My tits clapped beneath me and I felt it. 

I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMINNGG!! 

My pussy seized. My lips ate the chain. My body froze and my breath stopped. 

A flush of fluids gushed from my tensed twat, and soaked my thighs, my fishnets, and absorbed into the towel below my knees. 

"OoooOoohhh shiiiit!" I screamed. My hips vibrating again on the chain. My upper body doubled over as I fell to the side and felt my pussy cum again in hard waves. My sore aching clit pulsed as I shuddered with every movement. 

"Ohh... fuck..." I sighed. My body laid limp for a moment, awakened only by the occasional spasm that permeated from my pussy outward. I raised clumsily to my keyboard and typed to my master. 

'Thank you, sir. That was amazing. You're amazing...' 

'Mmm :)' he replied. 

I hesitated, my eyes getting lost in a daze at the rough fucking porn on the side my screen as I consider my next words carefully. It had been four days since I had found out the man that had been taking control of my pussy and commanding my orgasms online for the past year had been a current student. Justin Sales. Not just a student, but a young one, 20... 21 years old at best. 

That doesn't bode well for mutual affection, considering you're two years shy from fifty, Sarah. 

During our brief conversations I had always known my online master was younger, but I thought 27 or 30. Just as he had always known I was older, but I doubt he'd guess 48 years old. I had a strong urge to tell my Master my identity. To give him equal standing so that I could finally experience his control first hand. But my words failed me and worse yet, my courage did, too. 

What if he thinks I'm too old? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if he wants nothing to do with me? I'm sure he has younger girls, prettier, with polished skin, and firm tits... 

I found myself biting my lip and finally blinked my eyes free of my porn. 5:37am 

What!? 

5:37am 

Fuck, I'm late! 

I typed with haste and respect, apologizing to my Master about my fast exit without making any confessions. And I signed out of my personal email I used for play. 

'Yours truly, thelionessofm,' I replied and waited till given permission to sign off. 

I closed my laptop and flipped the light switch on the wall. The light bathed my living room. It revealed my warm colored walls, my busy large rug in the center of the room, and the shelves of books surrounding my flat screen TV. I shrugged on my blue robe and ran to the bathroom, opened the door, and released a stampede of my two Rottweilers, Daisy and Peach, rush out from the hallway bathroom where I locked them. I twisted the shower handles, grabbed a towel, and began rushing through my morning routine. 

I did not have to be in till 7:30am on Mondays for my morning online study session, but with an hour commute into Montgomery from my secluded house in the woods, coupled with an ungodly amount of time it took for me to get dressed and put my make up on- I was very late. I threw my robe to the bathroom floor as I hung a pair of comfy jeans, and a rather conservative black long sleeved shirt on a hook. I heard Peach bark as I dangled a foot inside the shower. 

"Shit," I said stomping out of the bathroom. Daisy was nuzzling the old beach towel that was still damp from my explosion, while Peach was chewing on my cream dildo which I'm sure was still covered in the scent of my pussy. 

"No!" I yelled and stomped my naked body at them. "You nasty, bad dogs! No!" Peach dropped my dildo and I scooped it up and my black one up as well. I balled up my towel with my dildos and tossed them on the floor, opposite my toilet. 

The good thing about my class load that I had this year, was that it was simple enough that lesson plans, quizzes, and assignments did not need much planning or preparation. This morning's algebra class was mostly a makeup class for students who needed the math credit but had no intentions of pursuing more education in the field. It was the same class that Justin Sales was in. He was a junior though and was pursuing a degree in music theory- guitar. He definitely had no need for math, or care, but all weekend my mind was not concerned with his care for math, or music, but if he thought of me even when he wasn't stroking is hard cock to me. 

Mmmm... I bit my lip and fought the urge to push fingers between my swollen pussy lips as I stepped out of the shower and dried my body. 

I understood how ridiculous this whole situation was. I understood how close I was to losing my job last Friday when I came in front of class. I understood that even role playing online with a student was grounds enough to have my tenure revoked and to lose my life's work at 48 years old, I knew that. But something primal inside me stirred, every time I thought of the possibility of actually being on my knees in front of Justin. Like an itch in the center of my spine, I yearned for it be touched. 

In a matter of minutes, I threw my clothes on and did a once over on my makeup. With my doors locked I was on the road, juggling my morning coffee, laptop, purse, file satchel, and cell phone. As I started down the winding dark road that travels through the hilly woods, I thumbed a text to Amber, my assistant. 

6:57am 

'Just leaving home. Will be 30 min late.' 

As if Amber was waiting by her phone for the chance text, she responded immediately. 

'Ok, I'll get your Group Chat started on the 5 problem assignment on your desk?' Amber asked. 

'Yes. Thanks.' I responded. 

Amber was a friend of a friends whom I had hired two years ago. In her late 20's and had just come off messy divorce, she was in desperate need of a helping hand. She was very shy, a trait that I could relate with having always been more reserved. Her gaining 65 pounds since the divorce did not help Amber's confidence, either. 

It was probably best that I kept my contact with the class to a minimum since both Justin and Jessica, the dumb bitch who caught me masturbating, are in this class. 

She did more than catch you masturbating, she caught you choking yourself in bondage and fucking your pussy. Little bit more extreme. 

My car wound around the curvy road as the foggy haze of dawn warmed the horizon. I felt my panties bunched to the side under my jeans, pulling them tight around my sore, pink pussy lips. I lifted in my seat and picked my panties out from the crevasse of my thick thigh. The shift of panties across my tender lips caused an ache of pain and pleasure that washed through me as I grinded my hips into the car seat. My left hand rubbed circles into my jean covered crotch, and I gasped as much out of pain as pleasure from how sensitive my pussy was. I set my cruise and allowed my fingers to run wild wiping wide circles into my crotch, groping my plump breast under my shirt, and fingering my nipple under my bra. I was a horny mess, begging to be touched and abused at every waking moment. I couldn't even drive late to work without bringing myself to orgasm. The sudden proximity to a lifelong fantasy that had never been touched made every movement feel electric. 

I couldn't take it anymore. On the edge of another orgasm while driving 55 mph, I brought my hand to my side and retrieved my cellphone. In a new email box I composed a short but direct email to Justin's email. 

The email read, 'Sir, you made me cum most nights over the past year, you made me cum this morning with a chain attached to my collar. If you wish to meet, my office is available Tuesday (tomorrow) @4:30pm. 

Yours truly, 

Prof. Sarah Mills 

/The Lioness of M ontgomery' 

I drove for several miles in silence. My thumb hanging over the 'send' button. My stomach full of excitement, panic, pain, stress, and acidic worry. I hit a bump and my finger bounced to the screen. Every one of those feeling dug deeper when I looked to my phone and realized I had just sent my career ending email by accident. 

"Shit!" I yelled. "Fuck! Fucking brilliant, Sarah..." 

My mind slowed after a minute and a calmed resolve sunk on to me. And from that resolve, the anticipation began to build. I unzipped my jeans, unbuttoning the top button as I pushed my hand inside. As soon as my fingers made contact with my pussy I began to groan like slut. 

"Ooohhhmmm." 

My palm washed the surface of my raw lips. I felt the burning sensation rise as my red, raw lips grew moist. My lips trembled and my breathing was fast. The streets were empty as I slowed and sped without warning. My hands didn't move quickly enough as the came to my fat tits and pulled my right breast free. Pinching my hard nipple till I felt the need to scream. I shoved my hand back in my pants and forced 2 fingers deep inside my juicy pussy and finger fuck myself faster and faster and fast- 

"Oh shiit..." I moaned. "Oh baby- sir. Fuck- oh shit, fuck me, sir, yes. Yes! Oh, shiiit!" 

Cum coated my fingers as they pounded my hole harder and deeper. I pictured all the ways Justin was going to use me, fuck me, take me- yes! 

My eyes squinted, doing their best not to close as I traverse the road. 

"Mmm shit- fuck yes! Yes!!" My hips raised up and lowered and raised higher as I fucked my dirty fucking cunt. "Let me cum, sir, let meee cuuum!" 

My fingers pounded my abused hole. Spreading me wide, I fucked myself over the highest ledge I had ever felt. My head swam as the roller coaster dropped and I came on my fingers. My pussy seized. My eyes fought to roll back in my head. My hips bucked, and my hand went white around the steering wheel. 

"OoooohhGooddddd!!" A desperate pant heaved out of me, releasing a powerful orgasm that shocked my heart and dropped my stomach. 

"Mmmmmshit..." I mouthed. My mind still ran wild with the possibility of the future. 

My body relaxed and I took a deep breath as I settled back into my seat, then smiled. 

[Tuesday, 4:32PM] 

Knock Knock "Hey- Sarah?" Amber cracked open my door and peaked her chubby cheeks through. "You've got a student here, Justin Sales? I didn't have any more student meetn's on the planner, should I-" 

"No," I blurted out from behind my desk. "You can send him in. Last minute thing- he emailed me." 

"Oh," Amber said. "Okay." 

I adjusted my skirt standing some then sat back down and fixed my cleavage. I pulled at my pink soft sweater and rounded the exposed top along the plump line my black laced bra made on my plump breasts. My heart thudded my chested like war drums when I saw him enter. He had the same messy black hair, his brown shirt tight to his skinny tall frame. He glanced at me behind my desk, briefly, before taking a seat in the chair across from me. 




The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02



He looked around the room curious as he tongued his lip ring back and forth on his thick, pillow lips. My bland office that was a wash of gray, black, and white. The only two things that were worth the look was the large black desk that stood between us, and the large windows that viewed the tree tops of some small woods nearby. I moved in my seat, uncomfortably, as I watched him pull at the crotch of his baggy black jeans. 

I've pictured him fucking my fat pussy with that cock for a year and now he's right there. 

The motion of him picking his crotch morphed and replayed in my mind and I warped to a reality where I was on my knees in front of him as he jacked his long hard cock until jazzing on my face. In an instant, I was back in my office and Justin was looking at me. 

"Did-" I started without thinking of what to say. "Did you get my email?" 

"I did," Justin said rubbing two fingers across his chin. I was surprised by his calm. He was relaxed back in his chair, his eyes locked on my eyes. 

"I-" I started and all of a sudden felt the need to speak softer. I stood, flattening my skirt as I cornered the desk. "I- I don't want to make this uncomfortable for you, um. I- you're my student and I'm your- um. I just don't want you to feel obligated and forced or-" 

"Do you want me to leave your office?" Just interrupted, cocking his head to the side. 

I paused, taken back from the question. "I- no, I don't." 

"If you ask me to leave, you'll see me in class and that's the only place you'd see me, understood?" 

"Yes um." I said, not fully understanding, but felt the need to- 

"Yes?" He said with an edge to his voice. "Yes, what?" 

"Umm..." I bit my lip as I felt the room tilt toward him. "Y-yes, sir." 

He stood, and I moved some of my black curls from my face as I felt a flush of heat fire my cheeks. He walked to the office door, putting his hands on the door frame and handle, held it for a moment, then looked over to me. 

"Do you want me to leave your office?" He asked, again. More forceful. I felt like a mouse, cowering in front of a cobra as he hissed. 

I know what he is doing. I understood. He was giving me an out. I knew the consequences if I didn't tell him to leave. My career, my life, my home- everything I have could be placed in jeopardy because of this insatiable desire that pours from me. 

She could destroy me. 

"No, sir," I squeaked. Justin turned the lock on the door handle locking us in the room. 

My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my stomach twisting like a loaded spring. 

Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and even if it did matter, how would she know? 

I felt the fear of the unknown grasped its way up my throat as Justin began walking for me. My fingers clutched the lip of the desk as Justin's hands closed on my face. He held my head in place as his lips pressed against mine, kissing me hard and deep. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue press against mine and lick the roof of my mouth. I tongued his lip ring now, sucking on it briefly before his hands slid down to my ass gripping my ass cheeks, he pulled me off of the desk. I felt a warm rush spilling between my thighs as I followed. Waiting. Trusting this young boy with my old mature body. He pressed my hips to the side and I was falling. His tall, lean frame hovering over mine, I scrambled backward as he continued to press. The fear was back. It ate into my heart as he pushed me back into the wall, and caused a thud as my shoulder blades struck. 

"Hands above your head," Justin ordered in a lower stern voice. I put both my hands over my head and he slammed his left hand over both my wrists, holding me in place tight. "Oh, you're not going to respond to your master, anymore?" 

"No-" The panic spilled over, as I wanted to shout, but was afraid of any one of the cubicle ladies outside to hear, or Amber. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

Justin smacked my right thigh with his right, making me jump, squirm, and chew my lip to keep from screaming as the stitches of pain jolted through me. 

"That's right," Justin spat through pursed lips inches from mine. "Do nothing, say nothing, just stand there and take it. See how long I can punish a whore like you for. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! 

I buckled. My knees shaking. I opened my thighs, moving my right over as I felt the heat radiating from the inside of my thigh under my black leggings as the skin turned pink. As soon as I opened my thighs, the smacking stopped. 

"Good, whore," he said. "Aren't you thankful I could teach you, right?" 

My thigh trembled under my red knife pleated skirt as his fingers rubbed up and down the groves of my stockings. Brushing my panties and fingering the lining, Justin squeezed my wrists tighter above my head. 

"Thank you, sir," I managed to say through my quivering voice. "Thank- y- oh god." 

Without warning, Justin's fingers pressed into my panties and crammed deep inside my wet twat. Two fingers? Three? I couldn't tell. I felt the force barrel inside me and fill up my hole as he watched my eyes squint and my body shrink as my knees go in and out. His fingers pounded my hole relentlessly. He didn't give me warning or even a chance to breathe. His finger jerked in and out of my craving lips harder and harder. 

"Mmmmm," I moan through pursed lips. I raised my eye brows to my master looking for sympathy, but I saw only pleasure in his eyes as his mouth hung open inches from mine, soaking in my pleasure- my pain. "Oh sh-" 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my fat ass quickly jiggled on the wall as Justin fucked my pussy faster. My silent squeaks and muffled moans were drowned out by the sloshing of Justin's fingers pounding up into my cunt. My thick lips spasmed around his fingers as my pussy drained without warning. 

Oh god oh god oh god oh godddd! 

My thighs quivered closing and opening as if electricity of ran through me. My drenched pussy showered Justin's hand as he shook my hips harder, ravaging my pussy I watched him bite his lip ring as his right arm flexed against his shirt and his fingered widened my worthless cunt. 

"Fu...Mmmmm-" I cried as quietly as possible. "Guh- fuh- Oh shhhhhit..." 

I pulled at my arms through instinct and feel Justin's grip tighten on my wrists. The bursting waves of ecstasy crashed along my brain as I heard juices from my pussy drip to the carpet. 

Knock knock knock 

I froze and Justin slowed his pace when we heard the knock at the door. His fingers still buried deep inside me, I opened my eyes and looked at him and he watched me. 

"Um, Sarah?" Amber spoke. "The door's locked." 

"Oh, its- uh been giving me-" I started, but was quickly distracted when Justin moved his drenched fingers up from my hole and circled my clit. His fingers did not just tease my hood, but pressed into my lips and dragged in circles, pulling my hood back and forward. His hand grinded on my clit roughly and constant. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in shock. 

Ffffffuuuckkk... How can- how can he do- I can't even focus mmmmm... God... it's too much. 

"Mmuh- problems, that door's been giving me- problemss," I mouthed slowly, tasting every word as it fell from my lips. "You can-" the circles turned to a mad sprint on my bulging clit. His fingers vibrating on my twat. My head hung forward and I thought I might scream. I thought I might explode. The pressure that built behind my pussy was extreme. My old cunt hadn't been molested like this ever. My bulging tits heaved in front of me, dangling. 

"Sarah?" Amber said. "You okay?" 

"Y-Yeah," I squealed. "Just go headdd- home. I'll lock- up." 

"Okay... goodnight," Amber said as though I was speaking another language. 

"Goodnnight." 

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap! 

Justin quickly slapped my soaked pussy lips and made me jump. I puckered up, quivering, my body tight as I feel as though I'm being pulled every which way. The excitement building in my throat like a scream. 

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap! 

"Fuck," I spat as I pressed my lips into Justin's shoulder. "Mmmmmfuc-" 

"Look how fuckn' dirty you are," Justin said in my ear. My arms restrained, my breasts bursting from my sweater. "I never knew you came like such a filthy fucking whore, huh?" 

His palm grinded on my clit faster and faster, making my sloppy cunt splash down my thick thighs, dripping down my leggings. My arms stretched above my head and my knees sunk. 

"Mmm..." I groaned a high pitch scream, biting this young boy's shoulder. "Mmmmm!" 

"Are you going to cum, again, slut?" Justin said. "You're going to fucking cum without permission aren't you my little skank?" 

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap! 

"Ohhhmmmmmfffckk," I groan into Justin's shoulder slobbering and twitching as the orgasm hit me like a punch. My knees gave out and my mind went blank as used wet twat trembled. My pussy gushed and my back arched as I was hit with a gut wrenching spasm. My juices pouring onto my master's hand as I collapsed in a pile of my filth in the corner of the room. 

When my eyes were opened, they focused on Justin wiping his cum covered hand off on his thighs. He picked up his things and walked to the door. I was lost and panicked. I didn't know what he was going on. With his hand on the door knob he turned to me. 

"On Friday," he said. "Wear all black with no panties. I'll email you tomorrow." Then he left me alone in a puddle of mess, my mind racing on what I will tell him... or if I should tell her... 

[Monday, 7:48AM] 

I arrived on campus and parked in front of my building 10 minutes ahead of schedule, with a small wet spot in the crotch of my jeans, but swimming in a pool of soaked panties. I sloshed with my steps up to my third story office where Amber sat at her desk behind her desktop computer. 

"Ahead of schedule, eh?" Amber smiled. 

"Had some good tunes on the radio," I replied, trying to keep my bags covering my crotch. "Kept that foot down on the gas." 

Amber laughed, "I hear ya. Hey, all of your 7:30 class is logged on Group Chat and working those problems, but- there's 195 students in this class, right?" 

"Yeah." 

"No add ons?" 

"No, why?" 

"Well," Amber said. "There's 196 users logged on." 

I furrowed my brow. "Is that including the administrator?" 

"No, the administrator are counted separately. That's just students- I think." 

"Oh," I nodded. "That's weird, maybe it's just a glitch. I'll check it out." 

I walked into my office, and closed the door. Group Chat was a new online class tool that the university used to have its students chat with another and work problems. It was well known between professors and students that it was a piece of shit. Often, students would create usernames for their account that poked fun of it. GroupChatCrasher, chatbox=bluscrnOFdth, fuckgroupchat...etc. One of the less intelligent design flaws of the program was allowing students to create their own handle rather than assign them their name. 

I sat down tossing my bags to the side as I logged into my computer. I rubbed my thighs together and felt the slosh of went panties and realized I was going to have to spend all day wearing these messy underwear. As Group Chat booted up, I checked my email on my phone for the 30th time. Still there was no reply from Justin. I realized he might now be logged on to his email, probably has yet to see it. But I was about to be in a group chatroom with him. 

Oh god, what if he's told others. What if he shows others our chats?! 

The panic was boiling inside of me, again. When I logged into Group Chat finally I quickly scrolled through the open chats, and saw nothing that referenced me. I noticed the time and copied and pasted today's assignment into the problem box. I started scrolling through the names and wasn't sure what I was looking for. Making sure there weren't less than 195 students was typically the only concern. I never had an issue of too many students who wanted to attend my 7:30am Group Chat lecture on Algebra. My eyes hung on the name Justin.Sales for a long moment, as an urge to private message him simmered in my mind. My gaze continued to scroll to the end of the list when- 

"Shit," I gasped covering my mouth. My stomach dropped and twisted in angst. 

I lowered my face closer to the monitor to read it better, hoping it was a trick of the mind. It wasn't. The last name on the list. 

SluttyProfessor48. 

I quickly scrolled up and to my surprise I found the other name I was looking for, Jessica.Kemp. I swallowed, unsure of myself. My head spun faster than my stomach. There was only two students who knew of my sexual endeavors, Jessica and Justin. They were both logged in. 

Did they tell someone? Maybe it's a coincidence, calm down. 

I clicked on the name, SluttyProfessor48. I checked the profile, no information. 

Whoever he is he's not registered for this class or else the profile would be full. 

But who would- 

A private message appeared in the corner of my screen... Jessica.Kemp. It was a link to a webpage. I clicked it and the webpage loaded an article. The headline was in bold. 

'Professor Sarah Mills' Secret Life: BDSM, SEX, & PORN ON SCHOOL PROPERTY!' 

I wanted to run. Ridiculous thoughts crossed my mind. 

Should I smash my computer? Should move to a different state? Different country? 

My body tensed as I moved to leave. Another window popped on my screen. 

'Relax. 

Breathe. 

Bow. 

Surrender...' 

I exhaled a trembled breath. This second private message was SluttyProfessor48. 

'That article hasn't been published...yet,' SluttyProfessor48 typed, referencing the article that Jessica.Kemp had just sent me. 

It can't be the same person, they'd need two different active student accounts to register. 

'What do you want?' I typed in panic to SluttyProfessor48. 

'Your attention,' Jessica responded. 

'Undivided,' SluttyProfessor48 typed. 

'Unquestioning,' Jessica typed. 

'Attention,' they both typed. 

I had always gotten off at my vulnerability. The thought of being able to trust another completely with my body and my safety turned my on to a higher level than I knew possible. But now I was fully exposed to someone I could not trust. My career- my life was held in these two individual's hands. I was terrified. 

'Ok,' I responded slowly to Jessica. 

'1) You will meet me Friday night at a location of my choosing,' Jessica typed. 

'2) You will not insert a thing into your pussy until you meet with me. 

3) You will not cum until you meet with me... and from now on you will refer to me as your queen. 

4) If you break any rules laid before you, you will be punished. Punishment can include the publication to the world of the degree of which you are a filthy slut. Do you understand?' 

I was panting without realizing it. A feeling of fear mixed with- intrigue swirled in my stomach. My cold, clammy fingers typed slowly, 'yes, my queen.' 

And in an instant they were gone from Group Chat. I sat exhausted, slumped in my chair. I stared at my monitor for minutes... maybe hours as I felt my life circle the drain. 

No control. 

Assignments were submitted to my desktop and slowly students signed off one by one. Justin submitted his near the end and signed off having not mentioned my email. And still I sat, staring at the monitor. 

48 year old woman, controlled by a 19 year old girl... punished by her... my queen... 

A wicked warm smile curled on the corners of my lips as possibilities for Friday night danced in my mind. 

[Tuesday, 5:17PM] 

My knees still shook as I gathered my things. The red sting on my body glowed where Justin had just slapped my body making it his. He had left me sooner than I wanted. My body begged for more abuse for more everything. I had decided not to tell Jessica anything about what had happened. I had been too reckless with my secret that it was going beyond a turn on but could potentially affect my career. I would do my best to manage and shut Jessica down on Friday so she tell the world what a slut I am. I gathered my final stack of books and put them in my bag and went to leave the office when I heard an email notification. 

My instincts were to ignore it but my heart fluttered when I thought it could be Justin. When I clicked the email open, I read the message quickly. 

'You've been a bad bad girl this afternoon. And bad girls will be punished...' 

A smile crept over my lips as I imagined Justin tying me to the bed. 

...then I saw who it was from. 

...Jessica.kemp... 

No, no, no! How!? How does she know!?



The Lion's Den



CHAPTER ONE

*This story is loosely based on a variety of real places and real people.* 

This is my story. It involves all those things you don't want your kids reading. Sex, passion, orgasms, love, power, control, pain, and strength. My story begins in my first year as a cub at the Lion's Den. I know you're wondering. The Lion's Den is a legalized brothel house. We are the highest of the high. If you want the best sex you've ever had for as long as you can stand it, then the Lion's Den is for you. We are a hotel/brothel house and we offer our customers a place to stay at a high cost. A basic night at the Lion's Den with one of the cubs costs a four-figure amount, which varies.

The girls who enjoy this type of work are a little cheaper however, for girls like me who are saving up for a college education, cost more. Plus, some of us girls are a little pickier in our resumes. Julianne, my close friend here, will fuck absolutely any guy who flashes his wad of cash at her. I on the other hand, will only sleep with regulars, guys who are clean, and some of the famous people. Dennis knows this and he's fine with it. 

Dennis Hof is our boss, and our Lion, as we are his cubs. He's the owner and operator of the Lion's Den and he's our personal bodyguard. Some of the rooms have recently been wired for surveillance so he can keep an eye out for the troublemakers. Just last year, a cub was attacked, choked, and thrown against a wall. For Dennis, our protection is number one otherwise we couldn't bring in the men.

Sometimes we get women too. Couples come in, hoping for a new experience with the privacy. Here at the Lion's Den, we value our client's privacy and try to uphold that in our everyday actions. We don't let a lot of outside media in, and we keep high profile people on the down low. Otherwise the rich married doctors and lawyers wouldn't continue to visit and we'd lose a lot of our famous crowd.

Our location helps us to attract many famous people. We are located a little ways north of Las Vegas, Nevada, and roughly about 6 hours from any large city in California. The stars love it here. We are within driving distance for a nice weekend getaway and we are not in a populated area with lots of media and news. Most of the media concentrates their work on the city of Vegas.

So back to my story. I had been working at the Lion's Den for about five months, since I had moved here from New Hampshire, looking for an easy way to pay for college. I had seen on the internet, that the Lion's Den was looking for cubs. Young cubs that could appeal to a younger crowd as well as an older crowd. They were looking for fresh meat. Well since being a cub didn't involve stripping up on stage with stripper poles, I was interested. I could pleasure a guy easily. I couldn't get up on a stage and dance. How hard was it to give a guy a blowjob or a handjob. It took no emotion. It was just a physical motion, repeated until orgasm occurred. I figured I could do it. It was only after I had started when I realized what I had gotten myself into.

Fucking was involved. Most clients demanded it. I had been a virgin when I had started. But in order to stay here I had to agree to sex. I couldn't turn down the money and I assumed I wouldn't be here long. In my mind, I was going to remain a virgin until I had made love to someone that I had wanted to and not because I was paid to. I was stuck here and only time would tell before I would find my way out.

He came in one evening with a group of four other guys. They were well dressed and accompanying them was one very tall large guy, who almost appeared to be a bodyguard of sorts. I wondered if they were famous but they looked too young. They seemed shy and uneasy as what to do. Julianne recognized the big guy and wrapped her arms around him.

"You looking for yourself tonight Mark?" She purred into his ear while standing on tiptoe. She was lucky we all wore platform heels. She never would have reached him any other way.

"Hey baby. Maybe a little." He growled in her mouth as his lips met hers. "I am actually here for my friends. Andrew's birthday brought us. We gotta make a man outta him." Mark laughed, pulling Julianne down on his lap. My eyes gazed the four young guys, landing on who must've been Andrew since his face was reddening from a blush. He seemed very uncomfortable and probably didn't want to be here. We saw it a lot. Guys dragged in by their friends, looking to get laid. Chances were he wasn't even 21 yet. Maybe he'd just turned 18. He was tall and very slim. He wore tight black dress pants with a white belt and black boots. His shirt was blue and made of silk. His brown hair was spiked up a little into a punk hairdo and he wore black eyeliner around his brown eyes. His creamy brown eyes. They stood out like headlights to me. Our gazes met and my stomach jumped into my throat. God he was gorgeous. I had seen some good-looking clients before but never anyone like this. 

I trailed my eyes over his other three friends. They were dressed a little more casual. One was wearing blue skinny jeans and a green hoodie. He too had spunky hair and wore eyeliner. Dark hair and dark eyes like Andrew. Another dark haired guy wore blue jeans with sneakers, and a t-shirt with Philadelphia written across it. He was not wearing any eyeliner and neither was the only blonde guy of the group. He wore black jeans with a green t-shirt and a black hoodie over that. Andrew was by far, the best looking of the group of four and almost looked like the youngest since he seemed so innocent and shy.

"What are you doing Megan?" I head Dennis' voice in my ear. I looked up at him and stood from the bar stool I had been on.

"Um-" I stammered.

"That's The Clovers. They are a very popular band from San Diego. Get over there and take care of them." Dennis put his hand on the small of my back and led me over to them. My black heels clicked on the floor and I found myself glancing down at them. With them I was wearing black fishnet stockings, a purple silk skirt that flowed loosely around my upper thighs, a long sleeve light purple silk shirt that bunched up around my breasts since it was v-neck and threatened to spill my breasts out of it.

"Mark. So glad you could make it." Dennis shook hands with Mark and Mark proceeded to introduce everyone.

"This is Andrew, the birthday boy." The same one I had already assumed. He introduced Brian as the other brunette wearing makeup. Peter was the blonde and the last brunette sans makeup was Adam.

"Excellent. Nice to meet you boys. Julianne and Megan," He pushed me forward, "will be taking care of you tonight. Anything you need just let them know." Dennis walked away greeting two more clients who had come in.

"I haven't seen you here before." Mark's eyes checked me out.

"I'm new." I cleared my throat and swallowed. I couldn't be shy now. I had a job to do. "So how old are you Andrew?" I wrapped an arm around his small waist and tried to avoid his eyes.

"Just turned 21." I saw his eyes linger on my breasts before glancing over at Brian and sighing.

"Your friends want you to have a good time tonight huh?" My fingers found the skin between the rim of his pants and his shirt and I gently rubbed his skin.

"He needs to lose his virginity." Peter mumbled loudly while checking out every girl within a ten-foot radius.

"Shut up Peter!" Andrew yelled and glanced back at me. "This wasn't my idea. Let's just put it that way."

"I understand. Why don't you come with me? We'll get you a drink." I veered Andrew away from the others.

"Hang on." Mark maneuvered Julianne off his lap and came over to me. "We need to discuss payment."

"Oh my god." Andrew rolled his eyes and looked down at the floor. I had noticed though that he had put his arm around me. He hadn't tried to squiggle away.

"What do you want for the birthday boy?" I asked as we walked back over to the bar.

"The works." Mark beamed.

"How long are you staying?" I asked and ordered myself a Shirley Temple with Ginger Ale. It always settled my stomach. Andrew watched the bartender make the drink and I heard him ask,

"Is there alcohol in that?"

"Nope. Ginger Ale and Cherry Juice."

"I'll have that too." Andrew nodded and the continued glaring at Mark.

"Just overnight." We've got a show tomorrow in Reno."

"A show?" Oh right. Dennis said you guys were a band?" I asked.

"We are." Andrew suddenly perked up. 

"It'll be about 8. For the whole night...and everything." I went high knowing I wouldn't be making any other money. Plus if they were a band, they could afford it.

"You make it worth his while, I'll give you 10." Brian came up from behind Mark and piped in. "We're all going in on it. Why not. Plus it'll be like all of us getting something."

"Bri-" Andrew protested.

"You guys aren't getting girls of your own?" I asked.

"Well I am." Mark laughed. "Peter might too. Horny bastard. Adam's got a serious girlfriend."

"And I have a girlfriend too. Her name is Erin. I get everything I need from her." Brian beamed with excitement. "Can I get a vodka and red bull?" He asked the bartender. 

"Well enjoy your evening boys. Andrew will be in my room with me. If you need to reach him it's room 14. You ready?" 

Andrew grabbed his drink off the bar and followed me down the hall. He was angry, nervous, embarrassed and scared. I could read them off his body language.

"So how much are they paying? 10? 10 what?" Andrew stopped when we arrived at room 14.

"Ten grand." I answered and I heard him choke on his drink. "You ok?"

"Ten grand? To be with you for the night?" Andrew's eyes widened.

"Don't think I'm worth it?" I chuckled, "well when everything is involved and the entire night is involved it costs a lot more because most guys only take an hour or two. So I could be with numerous guys tonight and make probably about that much."

I saw Andrew grimace and I led him in my room. Each girl has her own specified room. She gets to decorate it to her own liking so that she feels most comfortable. These rooms were used for long-time clients or all nighters. Most quick clients received a normal plain suite.

"So you've been with a ton of guys I bet." Andrew looked around at my room. I followed his gaze. It was decorated in purples and greens. My two favorite colors. The bed was a large king size four-poster bed with sheer panels that enveloped the bed into a cocoon. A large white marble fireplace centered the eye and there was a sitting area with a television and large oversize sofa for cuddling or relaxing. In the corner of the room was a two person Jacuzzi with candles, scented oils and soaps. The Jacuzzi had a small waterfall that fell from above, filling the tub. There were no windows but I had the walls decorated to give the room an open and outside feel. There was a mural of the ocean on the wall behind the bed and the ceiling was decorated dark blue with small white stars. They glowed when the lights were off, much like the kits that you had when you were a kid, only much more sophisticated. 

I walked around the room, lighting candles that were scattered on shelves. Andrew dropped a small bag onto the sofa that I hadn't noticed he was carrying and stared into the roaring fire. I smiled, pleased that someone had come in and gotten the fire going. It was toasty warm and it smelled nice. If I could've spent my entire waking moments in this room I would've.

"Well, since I'm new I haven't been with a lot of guys. I'm only here temporarily until I get enough money to support myself through college. Dennis knows I am picky so I don't get a lot of sex clients, and if I do they have to be clean. And I prefer repeat customers because then I don't feel like the sex is so meaningless. So anyways I mostly do lap dances, blowjobs, hand jobs and let the guy pleasure me. I have had sex though." I sighed and sat down across from Andrew on the couch facing the one he was sitting on.

"You don't seem too happy." Andrew's eyes met mine again and he looked away quickly back at the fire.

"I'm not. I thought I would be happy here but I'm not. I like some of the people but I don't enjoy what I do to my morals, my values, and my body."

"Mmhmm." Andrew nodded.

"So you are in a band?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Yeah. I play guitar and I write the lyrics." Andrew smiled for the first time since I had met him. He leaned back against the sofa and entwined his fingers across one knee.

"That's awesome. You guys are famous?" I watched his fingers and became entranced. He had long strong fingers and I couldn't stop thinking about how good they would feel inside me. I actually wanted to have a sexual experience with him. It made me giddy and excited inside.

"Yeah. We just came out with our second album. We're doing a few shows around here and then we are going to take a little more time off before our next headlining tour." Andrew gazed at the fire entranced.

"That's something to be very proud of Andrew." I moved over to the couch he was sitting on and touched his leg. I saw his large Adams apple move as he swallowed.

"Yeah. So how's this work?" Andrew looked at me and I could see the panic in his eyes.

"However you want it to work. There are no cameras or wires in here. If all you want to do is sit here and talk all night, then that's what we'll do."

"We don't have to...you know?" Andrew's eyes searched mine.

"No. If you don't want to. Your friends said to make it worth your while. So whatever you think is worth your while is what I'll do." I smiled at him, knowing that some guys did come to the Lion's Den for companionship. 

"That's true." He smiled sarcastically and relaxed. "I like your way of thinking. Don't you ever get sick of doing what the guy wants? Don't you ever want to tell the guy what to do to you?" Andrew asked.

I thought for a moment and answered. "Yes sometimes. Sometimes I get a guy that is more interested in pleasing me than getting pleasure, but most guys are more interested in their own orgasm than anything else."

"Hmmm. I'm sorry. I would want you to have just as much pleasure as I got." Andrew nodded still gazing at the fire.

"Then you would be a good lover." I stood up and walked over to the stereo. 

"Thanks Megan." Andrew watched me move as I walked and I felt empowered more than ever before.

"You want to listen to some music? I like to listen to Enya when I'm trying to relax."

"Yeah. I like Enya. I listen to her when I'm trying to write sometimes." Andrew stood up and brushed his hands on his pants. I pressed play on the CD player and returned to Andrew.

"Let me know if you get hungry or anything. We can order room service if you'd like." I watched Andrew's tight little butt as he walked over to the Jacuzzi.

"Ok thanks. Where's the water come from?" Andrew leaned over the Jacuzzi.

"It comes from above. See the spout at the top? It comes down like a waterfall. That's why there's the glass enclosure so the water doesn't splash everywhere."

"Oh my god that's amazing. I'm a little obsessed with water. It's so tranquil to me. Fire too...in case you hadn't noticed." Andrew laughed and touched the spout.

"You want to get in?" It's very relaxing. I can set up some oil or bubbles?"

"Um...ok I guess. I don't have anything to wear." Andrew looked down at his clothes.

"Well, usually you go in naked. But if you aren't comfortable, just wear your boxers...if you wear them." I slid out of my heels and began peeling off my stockings.

"Are you going in...naked?" Andrew watched me begin undressing.

"Sure if that's ok with you." I touched his chest as I walked by and I poured some bubbles into the bottom of the tub and turned on the water. When it was just warm enough I turned back to face Andrew who was ever so slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yeah that's fine." He nodded and I saw the blush rising again from his neck and ears. I slipped off my skirt and then pulled my shirt off over my head. I faced him in my white bra and matching lacy panties and he coughed with embarrassment and looked away.

"Your friends are paying for it. You might as well enjoy something." I giggled and unhooked my bra letting it land with the rest of my clothes. My D-cup breasts sagged from their own weight and I glanced down noticing my nipples were rock hard. Andrew's attention was focused back on me intently and I saw his eyes watching my fingers as I began sliding down my underwear. I heard a small moan escape his lips when my underwear exposed my shaved pussy. I always left a little strip however. I kicked off the underwear and put my hands on my hips. Andrew had completely stopped undoing his buttons.

"Do you need some help Andrew?" I laughed gently.

"Um...maybe. You-" He stopped talking altogether, his lips parted.

"Here, let me help you." I walked over to him and his eyes watched my breasts bounce as I walked. Without my heels I was only a few inches shorter than him. I placed my hands over his and began unbuttoning his buttons.

"You have a beautiful body." Andrew blushed and looked over at the water pouring down into the tub.

"Thanks Andrew. I'd like to see yours." I whispered and placed his hands on my waist. I felt his guitar rough fingers gently move over my skin very softly.

"Your skin is so soft." He whispered quietly and I could barely hear him speak over the gentle Celtic sounds of Enya.

"And you have a very low sexy voice, Andrew." When the buttons were all unbuttoned, I slipped his shirt from his chest and let it fall down off his shoulders. He shrugged out of it and then replaced his hands on my waist.

"You can touch me wherever you want." My eyes met his and I could see the desire building.

"Ok." He nodded and looked down at my hands as they went to his belt. He quickly moved away from me and sat on the bed. I watched his upper body as he moved. He was too skinny to have a typical jock's six-pack, but you could tell he played guitar. The muscles in his shoulders were well defined and the muscles down his back were toned and refined. He had just the slightest bit of hair on his chest and around his nipples. His stomach was taut and lean and dipped inwards showing off his hipbone. The dip led towards his pants and was inviting. I wanted to see what it looked like without his pants. 

He bent over and unzipped his boots, sliding them off and setting them next to the bed. He pulled his socks off and then stood back up. He smirked at me and said; "I think I can do it from here." I bit my lip and he pouted. "Oh. You want to do it don't you?" Andrew sauntered over to me and held his arms out. "Be my guest."

I smiled and grabbed his belt buckle. I heard his breathing increase and I undid the belt clasp, pulling his belt from the loops. I let it drop to the floor and unbuttoned his dress pants. I slid the zipper down and Andrew's hands reached over my arms and he touched my breasts. His large long fingers were placed perfectly across my large breasts and he gave them a slight squeeze before exhaling heavily and dropping his hands.

"You know I don't mind if you touch them." I let out a soft moan and began inching Andrew's pants down his thighs. He nodded, but linked his arms behind him. I left his boxers in case he was still uncomfortable and wanted to wear them. When his pants were low enough he kicked out of them. "God you are cute." I giggled playfully and took his hand. I led him over to the Jacuzzi, which was filling slowly since the water was only on a little bit. I turned the knob all the way so that the water pressure was on high and stepped into the tub. The water hit my back and shoulders and began cascading down my body. Andrew's eyes watched the water as it ran along my body and then his eyes met mine. Sparks flew again and I had to smile, make a joke or look away in order to control my urges. Our eyes seemed to be having an affair all their own without our minds or bodies being invited. I felt like I was somewhere else when our eyes met. My own private getaway. The getaway guy. 




The Lipstick Test



"Maddy! Isn't this enough?"

Bethanie pouted and pushed her lips out then sucked them in again, stretching her mouth and trying to ease the ache. She looked all the way down the long meeting room table that was strewn with a crazy variety of objects, from stuffed toys to kitchenware to rubber chickens and everything in between. None of them bore the faintest smudge of lipstick.

"Jesus, Bethanie, we've got to get the whole list done today. You know it and we're almost done. So pucker up." Maddy, her short, stylish blonde hair held perfectly with two simple bobby pins (Bethanie cursed Maddy for being some kind of hair ninja, her dark hair wasn't at all curly, but it was always ended up such a tangled mess no matter what she did with it) held another empty coffee cup in front of her.

"I've already kissed, like, six coffee mugs Maddy." Bethanie sighed, exasperated.

"Not with this lacquer you haven't Bethy." Maddy explained slowly, as if to a child. "Now, kiss." Bethanie sighed, pursed her lips and pressed them against the cool ceramic cup, rubbing them left and right slightly then pulled away. No lipstick was left on the cup. "My lips hurt!" she whined.

"You have to admit this lipstick is something else though, huh?" Maddy ignored her, and scrutinized the cup with a small magnifying glass. "It doesn't come off on anything. If you lost the solution, you probably couldn't wash it off yourself."

Bethanie was rubbing her lips gingerly, teetering on the edge of a full sulk. "The colours are too slutty. They should come up with something a little more... subtle."

"Oh, well that's up to the people upstairs I think." Maddy was casting around for some object they hadn't tried yet.

"Yeah but think about it, ever-lasting lipstick in hot, trashy colours? It's like they're making it for hookers."

Maddy giggled and rested her head in her arms on the desk, she was getting tired too, even though she hadn't had to kiss a whole range of pans from a leading kitchen ware manufacturer. She sat up again, smoothing down her stylish, fitted, green wool sweater and pulling her grey skirt straight. She seemed deep in thought, but after a while she looked at Bethanie until she caught her junior's eye.

"We have three or four more surfaces we have to do then I think I can sign off on the whole list."

"OK..." Bethanie cautiously anticipated an end to this chore.

"One is kinda strange."

"OK..."

"You see Bethy, we have to test it," here, Maddy's raised an eyebrow cheekily, "on a live specimen."

Bethanie's eyes got big, a little surprised that bossy Maddy was getting a little playful. "OK...?"

"So, I um... well..." here Maddy seemed to lose her train of thought, and after a moment's hesitation and a small sigh, she started again. "Ok, you know Seth up in the design pool?" Maddy was trying to look mischievous, but she seemed a little tired or something. Bethanie couldn't quite read her expression, there was something else under the surface.

"Um... yes!" Bethanie's eyes got bigger. Her school-girl crush on the young designer was fairly well known, and she realised that he always worked later than everyone else in the company, so... She looked up at the clock. It was likely that he was the only person in the company working late other than them! Maddy watched her face as her mind watched up these steps and smiled.

"Let's call him." She said with a strange hint of resignation in her voice.

"Yes, let's!" Bethanie was sitting up straight, oblivious to the off undertone of Maddy's words, and her sore lips all but forgotten. As Maddy dialled the design department Bethanie affected a professional tone. "I hope he hasn't shaved, the friction from his stubble would... ah, provide an excellent test surface for my... um our product. I'd probably have to kiss him several times or... more to be..."

"You goof." Maddy smirked as she waited for the phone to be answered. "Oh, hi! Diane? Yeah, it's Maddy. Yes, late, I know! Listen is Seth around, I..." Bethanie watched Maddy's face fall theatrically, her own face turning from excitement to disappointment as she realised what the message was.

Maddy hung up the phone, "Of all the days to go home early!" "Oh Maddy," Bethanie smiled a little, even though it kind of hurt, "that was such a nice idea though."

"Ah you're welcome."

The girls sat in silence for a moment.

"Well, I'm sorry to be your boss again, but we still have to get this stuff tested." She tapped the lipstick tube against the tabIe. "I'm guessing that the only people left in the building now are going to be cleaning staff, that old security guy and Diane. So... who do you want to turn into a Prince, Princess?"

"No way, I don't have to..." Bethanie started in disbelief.

"You do I'm afraid Bethy. I've got to sign off on this today."

"But they really are all frogs! I can't believe you chose me to do this!"

"Oh come on Bethy! Your lips are the... fullest, y'know. The best for kissing..." Maddy sounded a little hesitant at this, and when Bethanie looked over she was looking down at her list quite intently. The two girls were silent for a minute or maybe more. Neither looking at the other.

"Well..." Maddy broke the silence, "we could... I mean."

"Yeah?" Bethanie glanced over at her superior, but Maddy was still looking down, twisting the lipstick up and down in its tube.

"That is... you could... kiss me?"

"Um..."

"No! Wait, that would be too weird wouldn't it? We can just..."

"Actually..." They were both talking a little too fast, running over the tails of each other's sentences.

"Yes?" Prompted Maddy, a touch too eagerly.

"Well, you've got to sign that list tonight so let's just... um... let's do it!"

"Really Bethy?" Maddy sat up and pushed her hair behind her ears in a less-than-professional way, "You don't mind?"

"No!" Bethanie smiled nervously, she really didn't mind and she didn't know why. A few minutes ago she had been positively drooling over the thought of Seth the designer, but now... now she was feeling something else. It wasn't desire, so much as an electrical current of excitement creeping up from her belly. "No, I don't mind at all."

"Ok." Said Maddy, standing up, then sitting down again. Bethanie looked at her closely, was she blushing? "Ok, come around here." They had been sitting on opposite sides of the lengthy meeting room table, so Bethanie had to walk a little way to circumnavigate it. Maddy twisted the chair to face her and Bethanie, still smiling nervously beneath her choppy mess of raven hair sat in the chair next to her. "Ok," Maddy started again, "I'll just lean forwards and..."

"... And pucker up?" Completed Bethanie with deadpan timing. Maddy couldn't help but giggle.

"Yes, and pucker up." Maddy knew what she wanted here, even if Bethanie's motives were still only half-formed, but she forced herself to be as professional as she could. She folded her hands in her lap, ignored her pounding heart and leant forwards for the kiss.

Bethanie didn't say anything, she just leaned forwards too, her legs more open and her hands on the knees of her tight charcoal pants. The kiss was soft and brief, over before either girl could really experience it, they just got tiny impressions that they quickly tried to piece together like a jigsaw.

Bethanie's impression of Maddy's lips: Hot, firm, strawberry pie.

Maddy's impression of Bethanie's lips: Soft, sweet, coffee sundae.

Both wanted to do further research.

"Well?" Maddy asked, marvelling at how Bethanie couldn't hear her heart. It was almost bursting out of her chest! "How are my lips?" Bethanie stammered an answer.

"They're really, very nice!"

"For lipstick you goof! How are my lips for lipstick?"

"Oh! Oh! Of course!" Bethanie fumbled for the magnifying glass and inspected Maddy's lips as the other girl pouted for her. Bethanie was fascinated. These were the lips she had just kissed! She tried to find some kind of reference point, to match them to the sensation that still lingered on her own lips, but they were just pretty, sweet, tasty looking lips. Not a smudge of her own lipstick either.

"You're clear! But we were a little quick." Bethanie hesitated, so Maddy continued.

"I have to say I thought so too, to be sure we really need to do it firmer I think."

"Firmer." Agreed Bethanie, the sparks in her body started to spread out along her arms. She might have been a goof, but she was no fool. Ideas and images were springing up inside her quicker than she could quell them now, like her subconscious was full to overflowing and gushing out all over the place.

"Firmer." Said Maddy again, this time in a softer, breathier voice as she leaned forwards to taste Bethanie's kiss again.

This time the half-ideas and fragments that the couple had found before were gloriously completed. Bethanie's full, soft lips pressed, softly at first, then harder and harder against Maddy's cute, pert mouth. There was tension, the pressure between them seeming to supercharge the electricity that was writhing around Bethanie's body, and in Maddy it shot like a bolt of flame from her heart down between her legs. No matter how tightly she pressed them together she couldn't protect her pussy from the jolt of arousal.

Bethanie, half thinking straight, realised that she should probably create more friction to test the lipstick. Both girls had their eyes closed, but Maddy's shot wide open as she felt Bethanie's hand slip behind her head and press her even more firmly into the kiss - at the same time Bethanie turned her head slightly, dragging her dark, lipsticked kiss across Maddy's shocked mouth. Both girls found their lips open a little, and each tasted the other's hot breath, found the kiss a little wetter, and the powers that were controlling their bodies grew even stronger.

They broke apart again, both of them flushed and breathing deeply. Neither could talk.

"And how are my lips now?" Maddy gasped as she caught her breath.

"They're..." Bethanie reached for the magnifying glass but she couldn't remember where she had left it, "they're..." Maddy reached out and stopped Bethanie's searching hand, gently taking it in both of hers.

"No, I mean... how are my lips." She leaned closer, she felt dizzy, she couldn't stop herself.

"They're..." Maddy moved closer and closer. Bethanie could feel her breath playing across her sensitive lips, "They're delicious."

With the third kiss they weren't thinking about the lipstick test at all. Their lips pressed and searched eagerly together, Maddy's hands on either side of Bethanie's pretty face, pulling her unresisting into the passionate kiss. "We shouldn't..." sighed Bethanie, her tone worried, "someone will..."

"Cleaning staff have already done this floor," smiled, Maddy, her face glowing, "security is only on the front desk, no-one else is even in this part of the building. We're safe."

"But should we even..." Maddy silenced her with another kiss. What had once seemed like an impossible feat, was already becoming easier and easier.

"I think we should. I really do."

Bethanie pulled away, trying to keep things under control, but her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy. Even her tousled hair was messier than it had been a few minutes before. She knew what she wanted now, but although her body and subconscious had been quick to pick up on things, her brain was still shouting reservations. "But do what Maddy?"

"Test the lipstick, you goof." Maddy giggled. She was usually serious, maybe a touch playful, but now she was giddy as a schoolgirl. She pushed Bethanie back in her chair and stood up leaning over her. Bethanie was several inches taller than petite Maddy, but the blonde girl was in the driving seat.

"I mean - I think - we might - be going - beyond - testing the - lipstick" gasped Bethanie between Maddy's short, hard kisses. The blonde shrugged and spreading Bethanie's legs apart, knelt between them on the chair, her body pressed against Bethanie's, craning her neck down to kiss Bethanie's upturned lips again. Her mouth wouldn't stay closed this time, and her tongue ran across Bethanie's soft, sore lips. Bethanie was only surprised for a moment before her own lips parted in compliance and the two girls pressed against each other harder and harder, their lips pressed and sliding, their tongues tangled, their hands twisting in each other's hair.

The sparks running through Bethanie were bolts of lightning now, shooting up and down her body non-stop and Maddy - Maddy was just so, so hot. Her lips, her skin... the soft cleft between her legs that even now she could feel becoming more needy and desperate. She was burning up, she was so hot and this kiss was going on forever. It was heaven but she wanted more. She broke the kiss.

"Wow." Was all Bethanie could manage.

"Ok, next test Bethy." Maddy smiled wickedly and, straightening up, pulled off her green sweater in one smooth movement. Beneath it she was wearing a simple white blouse and her fingers quickly went to work on the buttons. "Oh my god! Oh my god Maddy! This is crazy!"

"I know, isn't it?" Maddy pulled the blouse out of her skirt, but held it closed around her slim body. The two girls were so close, and in such a position, that Bethanie had to look up to read the other girl's face. Maddy seemed to be trying not to laugh. "Well Bethy? Do you want me to take my shirt off?"

"You'll do it? Here?" Bethanie looked at the door, then back at Maddy, there were no windows looking into the meeting room but there was no lock on the door either. Maddy stayed silent, smirking. Bethanie, relaxed her tense body and slouched back in the chair. She looked up at Maddy, who was practically kneeling in her lap and raised an eyebrow. "Ok girl, show me your tits," she growled in a fake tough-guy voice.

"Yes ma'am." Maddy looked Bethanie in the eye, but as she seductively peeled open her blouse Bethanie's eyes inevitable fell lower and lower, to Maddy's small but perky breasts. The pink satin bra with black lace trim was sexy as hell, but it was padded, Bethanie noted. She suddenly felt a burning desire to bare Maddy's breasts, to suck and bite on the nipples, to squeeze and toy with them. Small or not, she wanted those breasts to be hers. She looked up and was surprised to see Maddy blushing. "You know, satin is on the list. The check list I mean."

"Well then..." Bethanie sat up, and with Maddy kneeling between her knees, her cleavage was right in front of Bethanie's flushed face. She pressed her lips to the soft, fake satin, kissing it quickly, firmly and roughly - that wasn't what she was after.

"Well? Any mark?" Asked Maddy, but Bethanie didn't answer, instead, continuing to kiss to the top of the left cup, the rough lace chafing her sore lips again, not that she cared anymore.

"Shut up, and put your hands behind your head." Bethanie instructed, gently but firmly and Maddy caught her breath and obeyed. Raising her arms like this thrust her chest forward and she looked down, dizzy with happiness as she saw Bethanie slowly pulling down on the bottom of each bra-cup. The sensation of her firm breasts being tugged down with the bra (she already knew her nipples were hard beneath the padding) made her bite her lip, until she let out a sharp gasp as the bra slipped down and her perky breasts popped over the top of the cups. The bra, still clasped, was cutting into her a bit, but she didn't care. She was kneeling there, her chest thrust out and exposed to the girl she had wanted for so long now.

Bethanie's tongue curled out and traced a lazy circle around Maddy's right nipple, and the petite girl shivered in response.

"That wasn't your... your lips." She stammered out, not daring to look down now, her eyes closed and her hands still held behind her head. "That wasn't a lipstick test."

"Shut up. You smell nice." Bethanie moved on to the left nipple, her wet tongue coaxing it into pert arousal.

"Oh no..." Whispered Maddy, making Bethanie chuckle and look up.

"Don't tell me you don't want this Maddy. You pretty much seduced me, don't go playing coy now."

"It's not that, it's just that this is too good to be true. I've kinda... liked you for a whilie." Bethanie raised a single dark eyebrow.

"Go on." She turned her attention to the whole of Maddy's right breast now, cupping it with her fingers, then squeezing and plumping it with her fingertips. She smiled with satisfaction as Maddy unconsciously reacted by slowly wriggling her hips.

"I didn't make up the lipstick test, the boss really wanted us to do that. But the Seth thing - well I saw him go home early today."

"You lying little tease," chastised Bethanie with a smile, now caressing both breasts at once and savouring the feel of the soft, smooth skin, and how it yielded to her touch. She almost laughed out loud when it occurred to her that her superious, the stylish, mostly aloof Maddy was now her little plaything. She bobbed her head forwards and sucked Maddy's right nipple into her mouth hard, tonguing the very tip rapidly as she did so.

"Jesus, God," Maddy gasped, "I didn't expect that! Have you done this before?"

Bethanie kept up the pressure on the other girl's hard nipple for a moment before letting it go and answering. "With another girl? Yes, once or twice."

"I didn't know, I mean, I'm gay like you know..."

"Actually I didn't." Bethanie interrupted as she moved across to the left side of Maddy's chest.

"You didn't know?" Maddy regained her senses a little and looked down just in time to see Bethanie's lips pout into a sexy O and close around her nipple. Again the taller girl's tongue flicked quick and firm at her sensitive flesh, and Maddy fought, but couldn't stifle, the whimper of arousal that rose up inside her.

"Ha ha! You sound sexy!" Bethanie laughed. "No, I didn't know, I thought that you thought that you were just too good for most boys."

"Oh my god. Everyone else here knows!"

"Well, I don't chat much with most people here, so..." Bethanie leaned back, giving Maddy's nipples one last hard pinch.

"Ow! Jesus!"

"Ok, well. Now you've got me all riled up girl, so you'd better do what I say." Maddy blushed hard, her eyes wide, biting tensely on her lower lip she found she had lost her voice completely. She tried to answer, but it just came out as a squeak, so she nodded her head quickly instead. "Get up on the table. Stand up, you're so cute and petite you should fit."

Maddy hopped off the chair, finding her legs much shakier than before, and the movement stretched her panties in a way that made her acutely aware of how turned on she was. She pushed an assortment of junk aside and got onto the table by sitting on it, then swinging her legs round and carefully raising herself up, wary of slipping on the shiny surface. She was glad she hadn't worn hose that day anyway. She stood facing Bethanie, who also stood and was looking her up and down appraisingly.

"I kinda thought I'd be the dominant one." Maddy smiled wryly.

"Another time maybe." Bethanie ran her hand firmly up Maddy's calf and thigh, under her skirt, as if checking a new car she had just purchased. At those words Maddy's heart sang and she almost punched the air in triumph. Another time! This might not just be some over-tired mistake? "I don't like being boxed into a situation." Bethanie added, removing her hand before she had even come close to touching the point where Maddy most craved her caress. "Now, lose the skirt."

Maddy's throat was dry as she unclasped the side of the stylish dress, unzipped it quickly and let it fall off her slim hips. It formed a soft pool of fabric at her feet and she gently kicked it away, pushing her neat bangs out of her face and behind her ear. Her hair clips must be slipping she thought, trying to ignore how exposed she felt just standing in her bare legs before Bethanie's searching eyes. In fact Bethanie's eyes weren't searching, they were pretty much locked on Maddy's panties; matching pink satin with black lace trim. Special panties for a special occasion that Maddy had barely dared to visualise.




The Lipstick Test



"Mmm, you smell good." Bethanie's smile was positively devilish, and Maddy's hands flew to her face in embarrassment as she realised what the other girl was referring to.

"Oh my God! Oh my God..." Bethanie was climbing onto the table too now. Kneeling and still fully clothed, she kicked her shoes onto the floor and gently moved Maddy's feet until she was standing with her legs as the uprights of a wide "A". Maddy, still half covering her face with her small hands, found that she could hardly breathe as Bethanie shuffled closer, until she was kneeling directly between Maddy's spread legs. Maddy, standing on the table in the meeting room, her bra still fastened and pushing her small breasts up, the nipples peeking over the rough lace trim of the cups, her panties steadily getting into a more and more embarrassing condition, couldn't have been happier.

"Next test." Bethanie purred softly as she raised her lips and planted a kiss on the front of Maddy's cute little underwear.

"Ah. Oh. Wow." Maddy didn't have the power to make sentences anymore.

"And here." Bethanie's next kiss was a little lower, a little further down the gorgeous curve of Maddy's mound. "You're so hot down here girl. I can feel you burning through these sexy-ass panties, you're going to burn them right off if you're not careful. Next is here."

Maddy whimpered again, unable to stop herself as Bethanie's lips pressed firmly through the thin fabric against her flesh, just above her pussy now, just above the little burning, hooded clit.

"Oh wow, you smell so..." The next kiss was there, it was right there and Maddy's legs buckled and she gasped, almost falling to the table. Bethanie laughed and supported her legs, making her stand up firmly again before planting another kiss, this time right in the middle of Maddy's desperate pussy, and Maddy felt Bethanie's cheeks against her thighs, cool and refreshing.

Bethanie pulled away and looked up, and Maddy saw something shining on the side of her mouth... oh no, surely not...

"Ok Maddy, for your own good I'm gonna suggest you lose the panties too," she giggled. "If you don't want to ruin them forever that is. You're pretty... ah, wet."

Maddy's hands, she realised, had been slowly rubbing her own breasts without her really choosing to do so, but now they shot back to her face in embarrassment. "Oh. I'm..."

"Don't you dare say you're sorry you little sopping wench!" Bethanie laughed again, "It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Take your panties off for me."

Maddy nodded again, and stepped away, trembling, and slipped her panties off her hips. As she slid them down, aware always of Bethanie's steady gaze, she felt them stick for a moment to her pussy. She flushed an even deeper shade of red as she tugged at them harder to get them unstuck. She had been getting turned on for quite a while, she realised now. Bethanie started to giggle, at Maddy's misplaced embarrassment.

"So fucking hot," she whispered, and Maddy finally got her panties unstuck and kicked them away. Gingerly, with Bethanie still looking on, rapt, she explored her own hot thighs, and eager pussy. Her thighs were already wet, she found, and her lips opened so easily and readily she muttered a brief word of surprise under her breath. She couldn't remember when, if ever, she had been so ready to fuck. When her hand came away her fingers were shining in the neon light.

"Oh my God." She whispered.

"Oh my God." Agreed Bethanie, pulling the standing girl towards her again, pushing her legs apart and resuming her position between her legs. Her face inches from Maddy's glistening lips. She savoured the close up view of Maddy's soft, downy blonde hair there. It was trimmed into a neat triangle and she ran her nose through it giggling. It was so much softer than her own rough bush, she marvelled. But she didn't want to waste too much time before the main event. She moved her head down and between Maddy's hot, firm thighs. "Oh my Go..." Maddy started again, but as Bethanie's clever tongue reached out and ran the length of her pussy, from the back of her thighs, to the burning point at the front, her voice was choked into an ultrasonic whine.

"Ha, you liked that?" Maddy, her head thrown back, couldn't answer, but just nodded, savagely and erratically. Bethanie couldn't even see that from where she was, trapped between Maddy's legs, but it hardly mattered. She reached up and, with a happy sigh, used her fingers to gently pull the bright pink lips open wide. Her greedy eyes took it all in, and her greedy tongue quickly followed, running the same long stroke again, this time inside and up to where Maddy's shy, precious clit hid. Bethanie, her mouth in a dirty secret smile, tongued firmly at the swollen bud, exposing it and then flicking at it relentlessly. She enjoyed her little prize immensely, especially as Maddy found her voice just as she found Maddy's clit.

"Oh fuck." Was that the first time she'd heard Maddy swear? "Oh fuck, shit, God, fuck." Wow, that was quite the vocabulary Bethanie marvelled as she felt Maddy get even wetter, her juices, sweet and fresh starting to run into her mouth. 

She wasn't going to break off for anything now though, as she turned her attention from that little button of pleasure to the opening in Maddy's body. She made her tongue a hard, straight rod and wiggled it upwards, dividing Maddy and penetrating her. Bethanie's nose was buried in her too now, and she felt divinely out of control knowing that her whole face was being smeared and stained with Maddy's fluids. Maddy felt it too, and imagined she was marking the girl, marking her as hers alone. Her hands came down and she let out a guttural moan as she clasped them behind Bethanie's head and pushed her into her own crotch.

"Jesus Bethy, once or twice?" Different parts of her body were shuddering and trembling now, beyond her control. Her skin prickled and burned and a couple of times she thought she might fall, or have already fallen, or might be falling right now. Gravity didn't seem anywhere near as important as that short, firm tongue that was stabbing into her, exploring as far as it could. "You're better than some of the real girls I've been with." Bethanie didn't question this weird statement, now changing again so that she lapped quickly and firmly from the back of Maddy's pussy to the front, again and again, her neck and her tongue curling as she did so, her speed quick and steady, and her mouth filling with Maddy's wonderful juices.

"God... GodGodGod..." Maddy spat through clenched teeth, her hands restless, now lifting her own breasts away from the bra cups, now running through Bethanie's tangled hair, now cupping and squeezing her own backside. Bethanie's strokes were getting shorter now, turning the focus away from the whole length of the pretty pussy, to the red little clit, almost visibly throbbing at the top. Her licks grew short and fierce and insistent. "No, don't that's too much. I'm gonna... faint or something. Jesus Christ Bethy!"

Bethanie's answer was utterly smothered in the pussy she was so hungrily devouring. Maddy felt it coming, felt it building, and even though it was something she wanted so badly the sensation was so overpowering it scared her. She wanted to step forward, to get away from that wicked tongue and get her breath back. But she didn't, and at that moment Bethanie pinned her even more firmly in place, placing one hand on her ass to hold her steady and swiftly bringing the other up, two fingers extended, to penetrate her completely.

Bethanie's sore lips curled into a filthy grin again as her tongue, also tiring, kept up the quick, unstoppable attack and her first and index fingers slipped so, so easily into Maddy's hungry pussy and up into the warmth of her body. Inside Maddy was tight and a little tense but Bethanie was pretty much over foreplay now, and with only a little easing she started sliding her two fingers in and out of the blonde's slick lips.

"Oh Jesus, you're fucking me." Maddy managed. No shit Sherlock, thought Bethanie, her mouth and tongue otherwise engaged. "You're fucking me with your fingers... and your tongue... and..."

Maddy felt dizzy, floating, turned upside down. She felt like someone was tickling her beyond the point of sanity and she forgot completely where she was for a moment, thinking she might be back home with a vibe and the lights turned low.

Then she came.

She made a noise with no vowel in the back of her throat, her whole body shook and shuddered, her hands grasped the back of Bethanie's head again and she shamelessly tried to hump as much as she could out of that divine tongue on her clit, Bethanie was still pumping her pussy with her fingers for all she was worth, her eyes wide with surprise at the rough grasp of Maddy's fingers. Licks of flame caressed the blonde girl's entire body as the orgasm rose and kept riding through her, she felt things crackling and exploding inside her, and Bethanie gasped as fresh fluids flowed into her aching mouth. She couldn't help herself and swallowed them down hungrily. Maddy brought one hand to her mouth and bit down on the soft base of her thumb, willing herself not to cry out as Bethanie's strong, erect fingers fucked her begging pussy into a desperate mess, getting one kick after another out of her unruly hips. Slowly Maddy stopped bucking and hammering herself against the brunette's face and her whole body seemed to sag. A huge, stupid smile painted itself across her perspiring face.

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," Maddy was so religious during sex, Bethanie noted with another secret smile, "I think... that was..." Finally the brunette lifted her lips away, and took a long, ragged breath. Now, her lips really hurt she noted. It had been well worth it though.

"Hold that thought." Bethanie instructed cheekily, and shuffling away a little bit from Maddy's legs brought her hands up to the hot, wet valley between her aching thighs one last time.

"No, not again... I really - I'll go crazy."

"Shhh." Bethanie ordered and deftly split Maddy open again, using her thumb to rub carefully at her super-sensitive clitoris. "Watch."

Maddy, whimpering and moaning again, obediently craned her head to see Bethanie's fingers playing her like a musical instrument. Her legs began to shake and her skin tingled, the dying embers of her climax being stoked once more when suddenly there was a light tapping sound. Spots started to appear on the varnished mahogany of the meeting room table.

"See?" Bethanie giggled, her fingers continuing to tease and torment the smaller girl. Maddy's pussy was dripping helplessly onto the table.

"Oh no! Oh God!" Maddy covered her eyes with her hands, but quickly peeked down again, unable to tear her eyes away from the droplets appearing on the shiny surface. "You must think I'm such a... slut or something."

"What? Don't be crazy Maddy. It's just that you get wetter than anyone I've ever known. It's really pretty impressive." Bethanie giggled again, then finally released Maddy's pussy and, taking the other girl's hands, guided her down to the table to rest her numb, trembling legs.

"That was mind blowing Bethy. Really, I think my mind may be blown completely." Maddy swept her hair behind her ears again, she wouldn't notice until later that her own fluids had transferred from Bethanie's hands to her own, and that she had wiped them into her soft blonde hair.

"You were just astonishing girl. I could make you come all day and it wouldn't get boring."

"Oh!" Maddy finally unclasped her bra and tossed it way, laying back on the hard wood stark naked, shaking her head in wonder, "I think I'd really lose my mind then." Suddenly she looked sharply at Bethany, who was still fully clothed.

"Bethy..."

"What?"

"The lipstick!"

"What? Is it...?" Bethanie somehow found a mirror among the junk that surrounded them. She stared in wonder at her face. She was an utter mess, her whole face smeared and sticky with Maddy-juice and her make up destroyed. Somehow she even had some on her forehead. And more importantly the invincible lipstick had been completely washed away.

"Oh my God, you mean?"

"My... my um..." Maddy blushed and stammered again.

"You're little pussy is a lipstick remover Maddy!" Bethanie Crowed. Maddy laughed and buried her face in her hands.

"I don't think I can write that on the report Bethy." "Why not?" Bethanie lazily reached over and ran her hand along Maddy's reclining body, gently pulling at her light pink nipple. Maddy's response was feline, arching her back and almost purring with pleasure.

"Shut up." The two girls locked eyes and Maddy bit her lip as if trying to swallow a question. It got out anyway.

"Will you, like, go out with me Bethy?"

"..."

"I mean, like..."

"Like girlfriend and girlfriend?"

Maddy nodded mutely. Bethanie looked at her searchingly and seriously. "It might be a terrible idea you know. We don't know each other all that well."

"Well, that's what going out is about, goof."

"OK."

"OK?"

"OK, let's... go on a date or something." Maddy sat up quickly, and grabbed Bethany by the shoulders, planting a hard kiss on her plump, tender lips. 

"OW!"

"Sorry."