3 comments/ 32652 views/ 4 favorites Mickey By: JukeboxEMCSA (inspired by stories by Robert Louis Stevenson, Chuck Palahniuk, and Tabico) The room is dark; it is thick with the scents of incense and silk, rare perfumes and the slight, heady scent of sex, now three hours gone but unable to elude the sense of smell. Candles provide what light there is, and the glint of candlelight flickers off of the mirrored ceiling like a planetarium in miniature. A woman sits at the antique writing desk in the corner of the room. She is writing longhand, despite the computer that sits nearby on the desk, and she is writing by candlelight. Her eyes are rimmed red with tears, and occasionally a droplet trickles down her cheek to make a blot on the paper. She does her best to write around such blots, but the tremors in her hands do not help her. Everything about her body language speaks of a deer caught in the headlights, of Princess Anastasia in the basement of the Summer Palace, of the moment before the bullet hits the bone. The pen continues to scrape upon the paper, the only sounds apart from the hiss of the candles and the soft, soft sobs of despair. ***** Dear Annie, I know I haven't written you in a long time; not since we graduated college together. I didn't ever tell you, but I was angry at you. I was angry that you turned down the job offer from Setech to go work for Macrosoft, even when you knew I was taking the Setech position. I thought we'd be friends forever, like we were back in junior high when I was still "Mickey Mouse" and you were still "Annie Oakley", like in high school when you found me a date for the prom, like in college when you dragged me to the Phi Delts and made me pledge. I thought that when you took that other job it meant we weren't friends any more. I'm sorry now. It was stupid of me. I'm very very sorry. {tears blot the next few words} I'm writing this for two reasons. The first is that I want you to remember me. I don't know if I'll be remembered, and I want someone to remember all the things I did, and didn't do. All the things that made me who I was. I don't know if they're worth remembering, but I have to believe that they are. It's all I've got left. The second is to warn you. See, Mistress Michelle likes the same things--the same people--I do. But she... she thinks of them in a different way. She's not going to want to be your special friend. She's going to want to own you. Body, mind, and soul. Like she does me. You won't be able to fight her. Lots of people thought they could fight her, but they're all her slaves now. And I don't want that to happen to you; you were always the special one. This would never have happened to you. I thought I was also writing this to ask you for help. But I don't think you can help me. I don't think that anyone can help me anymore. I feel certain that in a very short time, Mistress Michelle is going to kill me. I don't think I'll be able to stop it. ***** Looking back, I think that it all started back in college with the Phi Delts. You remember back when we were pledging, and they had us perform with that stage hypnotist? How you just sat there, trying to repress a laugh, and I wound up squeaking like a little mouse? (I was hoping that nickname wouldn't follow me to college. It's followed me everywhere. I hated it, and I should have told you. I'm sorry... and I'm sorry that I keep apologizing.) Anyway, I thought about that for years afterwards. I wondered what it was that always made me so meek and mild, and you so stubborn. I wondered why it was that I went under with the snap of a finger, and you sat in that chair for three hours before the hypnotist gave up. That was why I took Psych as a second major. I never told you. But that was why. I did a lot of studies on hypnosis, alongside the normal classwork and the computer courses we both took. You were too kind to make jokes about me never having a date, but I could tell you were worried. I was too, a little, but I had this crazy theory, and I wanted to make it work. I was still working on it when we graduated. I was still working on it when you left for Seattle. I finally cracked it a few months back at work, though. I invented a computer hypnosis program. It's a good one, too. I thought when I first finished it that it would only work on me, and maybe a few other people who were easy to put under, but I've tested it, and it'll work on anyone. Even if they know it's coming, even if they're trying to resist. It'll make them completely obedient, totally docile, complete and total slaves... I'm sorry. I'm scaring you, and I'm getting ahead of myself. I should tell you about the first test I made. That was where it all went wrong. See, what I was hoping all along was that I could hypnotize myself to be more confident. To be more assertive. I wanted to be more like you. I knew from my readings that hypnosis could cure bad habits... well, I thought, wasn't my shyness a bad habit? So the first time I tested the program, I recorded in a post-hypnotic suggestion that would play once I'd gone under. (The system used cameras and microphones to track eye movements and breathing rates; that's how it'd know when you were under. Then it'd play the post-hypnotic suggestions.) I'm not sure what it was I said, but I'll try to remember, because it turned out to be important. I think it was something like, "Whenever you are feeling uncertain as to the best course of action, you will hear a voice inside your head. That voice is your hidden, assertive self. It will tell you what to do. Listen to that voice. That voice is your confidence, your strength. It knows what to do. Listen to that voice in your head, and do what it says. Listen to that confident voice." Then I sat back in my chair, and started the program. The screen went black, all black, except for a tiny white dot at the center of the screen. I remember that the dot drew the eyes in, made the dot seem more important because there was nothing around it; there was just the little white dot, and the blackness all around. Then the dot changed colors, slowly fading from white to red, from red to blue, from blue to deepest purple, shifting along and back until it was white again. It began to strobe as it changed color, flashing on and off, off and on. I think that's when the soft, relaxing music started to play. I'd worked hard to embed the subliminals into the music, and it paid off. I couldn't hear them, and I was listening so close... so close and paying so much attention to the music and the dot... then these little circles started to expand from the dot, thin little circles, drifting gently out to the edges of the screen...I remember relaxing so much as I listened to the music and watched the drifting circles, the strobing dot, and then my eyes started to feel heavy, heavy and peaceful and drifting and closed and I was floating and I was so relaxed, so relaxed. I heard my voice, repeating the hypnotic suggestions. I knew I had to follow them. And then there was a voice counting, and then I was snapping out of it, coming up. I knew then it had worked perfectly. I tried not to notice how wet I was. ***** By the time I'd finished with everything, it was near six, and I decided I wanted to test the new, assertive me. God, I was so confident then... I decided I'd go home, change clothes, and go out dancing. I know, me, dancing, never happen, right? Little Mickey Mouse, just hides in the corner eating from the cheese tray. That was why it was a test. So I went home, I slipped into something a little more comfortable, and I looked myself up and down in the mirror. And then I heard it. The voice. My inner me. You're not planning to go out dressed like that, are you? The voice sounded {repeated eraser marks here} like I would sound if I tried to imitate you. I looked at myself in the mirror again. No. You're dressing like you're still the flat-chested little computer geek you were in junior high. You have developed, girl. Nice tits, great ass... you dress right, and you will have a body to die for. Nothing in your wardrobe that'll do the job, though. You need to go shopping. I thought about it for a moment, but this was my inner me, right? My more assertive self, the self that knew best. I was out the door, and off to the boutiques. It was a few hours later, in a completely new outfit, that I hit the nightclubs...and God, did it work great! The voice told me how to move, how to act, where to walk, how to walk, how to dance, when to drink... it was wonderful. Everyone was looking at me, and for once, I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. I felt like a hand in a glove, like a thread in a needle. That was when I met Robert. Robert's around here somewhere. I think Mistress Michelle has him doing the dishes right now, or perhaps he's licking her shoes clean. When I met Robert, though, he was still free. He looked--and still looks--gorgeous, like something right out of GQ; when he walked over to the bar where I was resting after a dance, I wanted to blush and hide my eyes. But the voice was right there, telling me to make eye contact with him and thrust out your chest a little--not so much that you look like you're thrusting out your chest, but enough to make him aware of you as a woman instead of a piece of furniture. He sat down by me and asked what my name was. I almost said, "Mickey," just out of habit, but the voice was right there, and I told him, "Michelle," and he smiled. I loved it when he smiled. We started talking. I don't remember what we talked about anymore, but the voice was letting me know when to nod, when to smile, when to rest my hand on his thigh, when to ask him if he wanted to go someplace a little less noisy. It told me how to sit in his car and display just the right length of leg. When we got to his place, it told me how to slip my tongue between his lips when we kissed, how to slide my hand into his pants, where to grab his cock to get him to gasp out my name, how to deep throat him, and it told me to smile devilishly before telling him to eat my pussy. It had already told me not to wear panties back at the boutique. ***** I came into work the next morning without having changed, or slept, or even showered. I loved the scent of sex on me, Annie. It was like...more than just a reminder of the feeling when Robert pumped into me. It was a reminder of how alive and confident I was that night. I never wanted to get rid of it. Instead, I settled in at my desk and started up my computer... and the voice was back again. Didn't it feel wonderful, the way you drifted off last night into hypnosis? You never thought it would be such a turn-on for you, but it was. I thought about it for a moment, and my mind drifted back... and suddenly I was wet all over again. I wanted to run the program again, just to feel that sense of peace and serenity, that drifting happiness. I closed my door and brought up the parameters for the session. No suggestions this time, just a trance and then awakening. Wait, the voice said. Perhaps you should strengthen your previous suggestions. Suggestions always work better when strengthened. I nodded, and found myself speaking into the microphone. "The voice is very smart," I said, recording the post-hypnotic suggestion. "It has taught you so much, now. You have seen how confident it is, how much you need to follow its advice and suggestions. You have seen what it can do for you. Listen to the voice. Follow the voice. Do what it says." And then I was clicking on 'Start', and the dot hadn't even started flashing before I started drifting off... By the time I woke up, I was soaking wet, and I wanted nothing more than to masturbate. But then Jim came in, and sheer terror almost drove all of that off a cliff. Jim's my supervisor. Well, he was then. Now he's my assistant. He's cute, in a 'middle management' sort of way. Mistress Michelle has him doing sexual service when I don't need him to do his job. But back then he was my supervisor, and I knew why he was coming in as soon as he walked through the door. "Mickey," he said, in his 'this will hurt you more than it hurts me' tone of voice. "You know you were supposed to have that spreadsheet function debugged yesterday. I hope you've got a good reason why I haven't seen it?" I froze. I wanted nothing more than to crawl under a desk and hide; I've always hated confrontations with authority figures, ever since elementary school. For a moment, I was sure I'd never be able to speak again. Then the Voice took right over, and I followed along with what it said. "It's Michelle, Jim," I said. Or the Voice said, and I was its ventriloquist's dummy. "And of course I do. I've been working on a little side project for the company; it's a killer app, and I was just about to bring it to you." I didn't sound scared. I sounded completely in control. Jim was a little taken aback, I could tell. He wasn't used to me asserting myself. He probably noticed the smell of my pussy, too. But he was falling back on corporate discipline, as always. "Alright... Michelle... what's this killer app, and what's going to make it so special that it's worth setting us behind on OfficeMaster 3.0?" "Well," I said, standing up, "it's a multimedia application, using interactive graphics and sound for..." I sighed, and inside, I was amazed at how natural it sounded. "It'll be easier if I show you. Just sit down here..." I gestured to the chair, and he sat down, reluctantly, "...and I'll get it started." I ran through the settings menu quickly, tapping off inducement settings, clicking on menu choices. I didn't stumble, slip or hesitate, like I have in past presentations. Jim was so busy watching that, he didn't notice what the program was. I wish he had. It might have changed things. As the dot came up, he snorted in disbelief. He started to say, "What kind of a..." but he didn't get much beyond that. His voice trailed off as the dot began to change color, and to flash, and as the music started, I could see that he was blinking that much more often, and I could see him relaxing into the chair, and I could feel myself getting horny again as his eyes got heavy-lidded and sleepy, and finally slammed shut. I knew he was going to stay under. I'd disabled the 'Awaken' command. He'd be completely suggestible. And I was so very very very horny. The Voice told me what to tell him. And I did it. ***** It wasn't until I got home that I fully realized what I'd done. When I did, I wanted to throw up. I ran into the bathroom, and leaned over the toilet...and then I stopped. The Voice told me to. It said, Don't worry. Jim's our slave now. He wants to do anything to please us... and that will make our lives so much easier. I looked in the mirror. "No," I said. "That's what is worrying me. Jim's a slave now. I took a man and made him into a sex slave. Oh God, what did I do to him?" You made him happier, the face in the mirror responded with my lips. He loved being hypnotized. He loved licking your pussy, suckling your tits, fucking you hard and fast... and you loved everything he did to you. "But what about Robert?" That's a good point, the Voice responded, as the face in the mirror pursed its brows in thought. We'll have to hypnotize him, too. We don't want him stumbling on us with Jim and getting all jealous, do we? "No!" I cried out. "That's not what I meant! We can't do that! It's wrong!" The mirror laughed. 'Wrong' is what you make it, Mickey. It didn't feel wrong, did it? "That's not the point!" I thought I was crying now, but the face in the mirror didn't have any tears running down its cheeks. "The point is..." You're stuck, aren't you? I tried to shake my head, but it wouldn't move. You can't think of a reason not to listen to me. You want to listen to me. I know better than you do. "No... no, I don't, I don't want that, I want to... to..." Sssh. Mickey, Mickey. You know you can't fight me. I'm you. I'm the you that you always wanted to be. I'm smarter than you are, I'm able to attract men like you never were, and I can get ahead in the business world where you'd just be left behind, debugging spreadsheets all your life. The part of you that's Michelle already knows what you're going to do next. Why aren't you doing it? "I can't. I won't. You can't make me." Oh, but I can. You're forgetting--by definition, you're the part of you that has no will. You're the part of you that's subservient, weak-willed, ready to obey. You're the part of you that's a slave, I'm the part of you that's a mistress. You can't fight me, because any part of you that wants to fight me is me. I couldn't help myself. I stared into the eyes in the mirror and already, I felt myself beginning to drift away. Now. You need to surrender, Mickey. You need to surrender to that part of you that's confident, that's in control. To Mistress Michelle. Mistress Michelle is the important part of you now. Mickey's the slave. So why don't you just kneel down and accept that? My eyes slammed shut, and I kneeled. To this day, I don't know if the person in the mirror did too. Good girl, Mickey. You can go ahead and masturbate, if you want. I did. Over, and over, and over... ***** After that, it was all downhill. I spent more and more time as a passenger in my own body, and when I was able to be myself, I was still doing what Mistress Michelle wanted. I tried to hypnotize myself again, to reverse the suggestions, but Mistress Michelle stopped me. I was stuck as I watched myself present the hypnosis program to each and every employee at Setech. They all love Mistress Michelle now. They're all her slaves. I sometimes think about ordering one of them to rig a computer to hypnotize me and set me free of Mistress Michelle, but I can't. Mickey can't order them around. She's too timid. Only Mistress Michelle. Mistress Michelle has all the power; she's pampered and obeyed by everyone. Mickey's too scared. Mickey was never able to take control of her life, to assert herself against people who were only interested in taking things from her without giving anything in return. Mickey would have lived alone, and died alone, and nobody would have cared. But I'm not going to let that happen. I'm going to be powerful. To be respected. To be obeyed. And I'll never give up this power. Not to anyone. ***** The woman ceases to write. She sets down the pen, and carefully rolls the letter into a tight little scroll. Then, with exquisite care, she inserts one end into the flame that flickers on the candle, and watches as the whole thing burns away. "Sorry," she says, "but it had to end this way, Mickey. Like a butterfly. You can't be a butterfly and a caterpillar at the same time." She drops the burning letter in a metal trashcan and watches as it gutters away to ashes. Then she picks up a telephone and dials. "Hello, Annie!" she says when the other end picks up. "It's me--Michelle!" "Yes, but I don't go by Mickey anymore. It's just...not me." THE END Mickey and the Stockings This happened more than 20 years ago. It was only 1 o'clock and already it was turning out to be a good day. First; I was off work for the day, and second, on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a pair of light blue thigh highs for my wife in it. I knew that when she got home tonight she would try them on with one of her mini skirts and some high heels. Then, she'd put one foot up on the couch beside me and I'd run my hand up her leg all the way to her... I jerked the wheel and brought my mind back to the present, which involved driving down a busy four-lane road. If I wasn't careful I wouldn't even make it home. My wife, Laurie, and I were young, poor, and ambitious. She was a DJ on an FM station and I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in the local shopping mall. When the manager offered me the job of assistant manager I thought it was a big promotion, but the pay was only slightly better and it also meant that I had to open up every morning at 10 and close up every night at 9, plus do the weekly books. However, on the plus side, I was often left to run the store by myself and some days I could go home early, like today. Plus, I got a 50% discount on everything in the store, so my wife had plenty of pantyhose, stockings, and sexy shoes. God, it was hot. 101 degrees and there was no air-conditioning in the house where we lived with my widowed mother. The house was comfortable enough and Mickey was nice enough and didn't really bother us, but still we wanted our own place. At least the interior of the house was dark and cool and I could see the window fans turning as I walked up the sidewalk to the front door. "Hey!" I called out as I came in. I didn't get any response. Mickey's car was in the drive, so I assumed she was visiting the neighbors or maybe in the bathroom at the back of the house. I walked into the den, ready to flop on the couch before getting a cold beer and fixing some lunch, but as I came into the darkened room I stopped. Mickey was there. She was sleeping on the sofa. And, she wasn't wearing anything except her panties and her bra. She had taken her arms out of the straps and it was simply laying on top of her rather substantial boobs, gently rising and falling as she breathed. I should have backed out then, banged the front door, made a lot of noise and given her a chance to sit up and get decent. Or, I could have gone straight into the kitchen and started fixing my sandwich. I didn't. I quietly walked over next to where she was lying and I stared at her. They say that you can never hate someone whom you have seen sleeping. That may be true, because although I didn't dislike Mickey at all, as I gazed at her asleep I felt some very powerful emotions-one of which was lust. I let my eyes wander over her from head to foot. She had shoulder length brown hair with some gray starting to appear in it. Her face looked its age-about 48. Her body was middle-aged too-not flabby, but soft and gathering a little weight around the waist, and on her upper arms and inner thighs. Her legs were dancer's legs-she had been a dance contest winner in the late 50's when she was a teenager. Her boobs were big-I don't know sizes, but they were about the size of small cantaloupes and I was sure that they would taste just as sweet. But it was her underwear - and what it covered that I was looking at. Her panties weren't sexy in the normal sense. They were just white nylon briefs, not bikini cut or anything like that, but I was fascinated by the dark brown curls of hair that escaped from the tight crotch where I could see a fait outline of her pussy lips. I stood silently, fantasizing. "Hi," she said. I swear I jumped a foot off the ground, turning red before I even came back down. It's bad enough to be that surprised by someone, but when that someone is your mother and you're staring at her nearly naked body-well, you can imagine how I stuttered as I tried to make an excuse. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked. "Just a minute. I came in and I didn't see you and..." She looked me straight in the eye and she said, "Do you like what you see?" I had a couple of thoughts as I tried to figure out how to answer her. If I said "yes" she might think I was some kind of pervert. If I said "no," she might think I was some other kind of pervert. My parents had trained me to believe that honesty is the best policy which turned out not always to be true, but I decided that in this case it was the only policy. Besides, what woman in the world wouldn't like to be complimented on her body? So I said," I think you're gorgeous." While still looking me in the eye, she smiled a slow smile and slowly pushed her bra down with her fingers just to the point where I could see the top of her pink aureoles. My eyes got big and my imagination broke into a gallop. I didn't know where to look-I wanted to gaze at her partially exposed tits, but at that moment, the sexiest thing about her was her eyes. I ended up flicking my eyes back and forth between her breasts and her face. She put her tongue out and slowly licked her lips. By now, my jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, and I dropped the bag with the thigh highs in them on the floor and adjusted the hang of my cock-a move not unnoticed by Mickey. Then she raised my arousal to a level I didn't even know existed. She pushed the bra off onto the floor, cupped one massive tit in her hand, and pushed it up to her mouth. Never taking her eyes off me, she leaned her head forward and licked her own nipple. I thought I was going to explode in my shorts. She licked it slowly and I watched it get big and hard and red. God, I wanted to help her lick her nipples while coming all over her. What this woman didn't know about arousing a man you could write on a postage stamp with a crayon. She licked her nipple a second time like an ice cream cone, and then she said, "What are you waiting for?" I took that as an invitation , and I was on my knees beside her in a flash, kissing that beautiful mound of tit. She switched sides and we both licked the same nipple, our tongues meeting on her hardened red nub. I was desperately trying to undo my pants with one hand while my other hand was trailing up the inside of her leg to where her pussy was getting moist. She shifted on the couch and spread her legs a little wider so I could put my hand all the way hard against her crotch. When I did she gave a big sigh and pushed her cunt against my hand. As I continued to lick her nipples I finally got my pants unzipped, but I was on my knees and couldn't get them off. Besides, I was busy sliding her panties down. My finger was sliding along her slit, gently pushing her pussy open. I started kissing my way down from her tits , over her belly, over her mound, and finally into the warm moist cleft that smelled of female desire. I slid my tongue inside her lips and licked upwards until I found her hard clit and I began to gently lick it. "Yeah, yeah, put your tongue in me, put it in deep oh God, it's been so long, God put it in deep!" I really didn't need the encouragement, but hearing her tell me how much she wanted me to lick her made me even, more excited, if that were possible. I pressed my face into her honey box, lapping her juices while she put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me in. I didn't want to stop eating her juicy delicious sex muffin, but I had to do something. I stood up, dropped my pants and kicked off my shoes, and pants. My shorts followed, then my socks (I hate making love with my socks on) and finally I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I takes longer to write this than it did for me to strip. My cock was standing out straight and hard and Mickey grabbed it and started tugging it towards her pussy. She put one leg up on the back of the couch and one foot on the floor so I had easy access to her dripping love box. I slid in-all the way in, and I felt how tight her cunt was as she moaned. I braced my hands and arms on either side of her and I teased her by sliding in just about an inch of my cock then pulling back out. She was whimpering now and I continued to tease her in this way-except every fourth of fifth stroke I would plunge all the way in and rub my pubic mound against hers. She was moaning and thrusting and talking dirty, telling me to fuck her brains out, but after about two minutes of teasing she couldn't take it any more. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!, aaaaahhhhh!, aaaaaahhhhh!" As she came I let myself go, which wasn't hard since I'd been holding back since she looked me in the eye and licked her own nipple. There's nothing more satisfying than a simultaneous orgasm unless it's two simultaneous orgasms in a row. We lay there, exhausted for a few minutes dripping sweat despite the window fan. "I've got to take a shower," she said, starting to get up. "David-it's been 12 years. My God!" I sat there while she went to take a shower, happy that I had been able to give her the pleasure that she had been missing for a long time. The troubling thought that she was my mother I pushed to the back of my mind. I picked up our clothes and padded back to the kitchen, tossing her bra and panties into her room along the way. I got a cold beer and waited for her to finish in the shower. A few minutes later I heard her come out of the bathroom and go to her room and shut the door. My wife came home about 6:30 and sat in the kitchen and talked to me while I fixed dinner. I fixed fried chicken and mashed potatoes with green beans for all of us, but when I knocked on Mickey's door she said she wasn't feeling well. Actually I was relieved. I think it would have been hard to sit at the table with her and my wife knowing that I'd been giving her intense sexual pleasure just a few hours earlier. After dinner Laurie and I went in the den and watched TV, and again it was a bit uncomfortable sitting on the same couch where I'd fucked her mother not long before. Then I saw the paper bag on the floor. I had completely forgotten about the stocking that I'd bought for my wife. Without her noticing, I picked them up and said, "Here, I got something for you." She looked in the bag, and then gave me a big smile. "I suppose you want me to try these on?" "That's why I got them," I replied. "Do you want to watch?" "You know I like that." She stood up and unbuttoned her slacks and did a slow wriggle out of them. My wife is what they call "statuesque." She's got long legs and has a bust to go with them. She stepped out of her heels and slid off her pants. Then she unbuttoned the rather modest blouse she had on and dropped it next to her slacks. There she stood in her panties and bra, both of which were bulging with female flesh that I longed to squeeze and lick. She sat down on an armchair on the other side of the room and pulled the stockings on. They were the very palest blue and they looked great on her. She put her heels back on, stood and posed for me at a distance. We probably should have worried about Mickey coming in, but we didn't. "Come closer," I said. "Did you say 'come'?" she asked. "That sounds like an invitation I can't refuse." She slithered over to where I was, thrusting her hips, wiggling her ass and sticking out her big tits until she stood just inches in front of where I was sitting o the couch. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her panties. My hands went behind her and grabbed her ass and pulled her snatch forward into my face where I breathed in the sweet smell of her aroused cunt. She put her hands on the back of my head and held it there, gently rubbing her moistening crotch across my face. I stood up and asked her to lie down on the couch. I pulled off my clothes while she watched and fingered her pussy. She was getting herself wet and ready to be fucked and I needed no encouragement. The sight of her with her hand inside her panties and those gorgeous light blue nylon covered legs was making me hard as a rock. Her nipples were standing up and just aching to be sucked, so I knelt down and applied my mouth to her heavy tits, causing her to moan quietly. I started kissing my way down her body, down over her belly, down to her panty line, down even further, over her pussy, down onto her thighs and then her knees and calves and then I started doing what I knew would drive her crazy with desire. I started kissing her toes. I kissed the tops of her feet, the bottoms of them, but most of all, I took her nyloned toes in my mouth and sucked and licked and slathered my tongue all over them a she got hotter and hotter and her fingers began moving faster and faster in her cunt. Suddenly inspired, I lifted her feet up and placed my boner there between them and moved back and forth, the slick feel of the nylon like nothing I'd ever felt before. She was about to come and as I fucked her feet, I let go. I just couldn't hold it anymore, and I squirted a hot load of cum all over her feet and ankles and legs, making gooey stains on her stockings. When she saw me coming, she came her self with a long drawn out orgasm that had her body quivering and she gasped for breath. As I sat on the edge of the couch next to her with one hand cupping one of her breasts and the other stroking her hair, all I could say was "wow!" and Laurie just had a beatific smile on her face. We both slept well that night. Next morning, Laurie got up at about 8 and got ready to go to work. I was my day off, so I lay in the bed and watched her get dressed-a knee length dark blue skirt, a white man's shirt-and black pantyhose which got me started on my first hard-on of the day. "Bye," she said, "see you tonight." I dozed off again until I was wakened by a slight sound. I had no idea of what time it was. "What'd you forget?" I mumbled, only half awake. There was no reply, so I didn't bother to open my eyes. Until I heard another sound. What I saw was Mickey, completely--- and I mean completely naked, lifting the light blue cum-spattered stockings off the dresser where Laurie had tossed them the night before. I watched, fascinated as she sat down on the edge of a chair in the corner and pulled them carefully on. Then, without looking at me or saying anything, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed. Then she slowly and sensuously began to back up, bringing her pussy closer and closer to my face. When her cunt was only about 8 inches from my face, I could smell the sweetest perfume in the world-the scent of a hot and aroused pussy. If I could bottle that smell I'd wear it as cologne, although it might attract more men than women. As she continued backing towards me I put my hands on her thighs which were silky and warm, covered in light blue nylon. I guided her gently towards me and when she was positioned just right, I pulled her ass down and stuck my tongue into her already moist pussy. It's a toss-up whether the most pleasing sound in the world is a woman getting ready to come, woman coming, or a woman just after she comes, but I was hearing the first sound already, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I heard the next two sounds. She was burning and she rubbed and twisted her snatch all over my face. I had a hard time keeping my tongue in her cunt,; but I don't think that was the point. I think she just wanted to fuck my face. I was ready to come myself. The fact that my mother was rubbing her cunt on my face while wearing the cum-spattered stockings of my wife somehow made it even more exciting. I pulled her soaking snatch down on to my darting tongue and she began to shake with orgasm. At the same time, I let go. I could feel her big boobs pressed against my cock and I began squirting my load all over her tits. When we finished and were both still, she climbed off of me, and still without a word, took off the stockings, put them back on the dresser, and left the room. Not a word had been spoken during the whole episode. I didn't know what to do. Fucking my mother was one thing, but fucking her in silence while she wore stockings which had been worn by my wife was kinky. But then again, I was tremendously excited by her actions. I already knew that nothing much was off limits to me sexually except giving or receiving pain, so maybe I was a little kinky. The only problem that I could foresee was keeping both women satisfied while living in the same house. But I would surely try. * Epilogue: About 6 months later, Laurie and I separated and then divorced. I wasn't anything sexual. We discovered that there wasn't much to our relationship except sex and that wasn't enough to hold us together. She moved to a bigger city and a better job, and I stayed on as the assistant manager at the shoe store. And I continued to live with Mickey. For a year and a half, until I was promoted to manager at a store in another city, I lived with Mickey and brought home shoes and stockings for her to put on and model for me. We had great sex and a great relationship-maybe because we didn't expect anything from each other. We never talked about the day she put on the stockings, but she understood how much I adored female legs covered in silk or nylon and she indulged me, wearing stockings or pantyhose almost everyday. Heaven! Mickey and the Stockings I was feeling good because I had gotten off early from work. I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in a mall and I worked a very irregular schedule. I had worked four hours today, and at one o'clock I was off for the day. I was driving home, and on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a gift in it for my wife, Linda. Light blue nylon stockings. They were really a present for both of us because I liked stockings and my wife liked wearing them for me. A perfect match. She had a statuesque figure. Big boobs, nicely rounded ass, and long slender legs, which became even more fantastic when covered in silk or nylon or fishnets—I swerved back into my lane and decided to keep my mind on the road until I got home. It was broiling hot, and as I walked up the sidewalk to the house I wished it had air-conditioning. It was a small house where we lived with my wife's mother, Mickey, and it was cooler inside than out, but still too hot for comfort. I walked in the door and headed down the hall towards the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. But as I came to the door to the den, I stopped. I could see the couch in there and I could see Mickey lying on the couch. And I could see that she was almost naked. I had seen Mickey's body once or twice—just a glimpse, living with her in a small house and all that. But I had never had a long, good look, which is what I was about to do. I walked quietly over to the couch where she lay, ready to bolt if she started to wake up. She was wearing her bra and panties—or rather, she was covered by her bra, for she had taken her arms out of the straps, and it was lying lightly on top of her twin mounds. She was 48 years old—that I knew—but her tits were still firm, but tending to fall to the side a bit. Her belly wasn't flabby, but soft-looking and a little plump. Then there was a slope down to her mound of Venus. Her legs were fantastic. She had been in dance competitions when she was younger, and her legs were still tight and shapely—not as good as my wife's but definitely the legs of a much younger woman. Most exciting of all to me, and where I concentrated my gaze, was a dark triangle of hair in exactly the right spot under her panties. "How long have you been standing here?" she asked, and I nearly jumped pout of my skin. I decided honesty was the best policy. "Uhh, a minute—or two," I said lamely, trying unsuccessfully not to look embarrassed. Then she asked me a second question which really surprised me. "And do you like what you see?" Again I decided on honesty. "You look -- great." "Just great?" She gave a mock pout. "I mean you look fantastic—uh, you look incredibly—" I paused. "Incredibly what? Sexy? It's ok if that's what you want to say." "Yeah, incredibly sexy." I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I was having a problem with my eyes—I didn't know where to look. I tried to keep my eyes on Mickey's but they kept jumping of their own accord back to her barely covered tits or panties and legs then they would go back and fasten on her eyes again her eyes which could be described as "smoldering." She gave a slow, sexy smile and while still keeping her eyes locked on mine, she brought her fingers up, hooked them under her loose bra, and slowly slid it off her tits. Her nipples were large and brown, and already hard. "What do you think now?" she asked in a sultry voice. I swallowed several times, trying to get some coherent words to come out, but they wouldn't. my eyes were now devouring her nipples. She gently pinched both nipples, making them even harder and said huskily, "What are you waiting for?" I let the paper bag in my hand drop and I fell to my knees where I proceeded to fondle one luscious tit while my mouth went to the other, gently kissing it and licking the hard brown nipple. I knew I had done the right thing because she gave a sexy moan and pushed her boob further into my mouth. I started to suck her nipple. Very quickly my hand headed south towards her panties. While continuing to give all my oral attention to her tits, I toyed with the elastic of her panties—the waistband and the legs, sliding a finger a little way under them and gently stroking her warm flesh. It had the desired effect—she put her hands on her panties and tugged them down while continuing to make little mewing sounds as I lovingly licked her firm boobs. She took my roaming hand and placed it squarely on her mound. Her bush was already wet, and as I rubbed the flat of my hand over her hairy triangle, she gave a gasp. She took my hand again and this time moved it right between her legs which she spread wide and rubbed my finger on her pussy lips. I was going crazy. My hand was busy probing her swelling pussy lips, my mouth was licking her luscious nipples, and I took my other hand and started to try to get my belt undone. After an unsuccessful minute or so, I reluctantly but quickly stood up and was out of my clothes in record time. I knelt down again and this time buried my face in Mickey's hairy snatch which was by now wet and inviting. I tried not to rush things. I nibbled around the top of her gash, kissed her hairy mound, then slid my tongue down in to the folds of her cunt. I worked her pussy lips apart with my tongue and found her clit. I knew I had found it, even though it was small, because she let out a long loud moan and said "yeah, yeah, lick me there, that's it—that's IT!" After a couple of minutes of having her clit licked and her love box probed by my searching tongue, she seemed like she was ready to come. I climbed up on the couch and spread her legs a bit wider, then lowered my stiff rod into her open hole. All the way in. God, she felt so good—tight and warm, like velvet. When I was all the way in her she wriggled her hips from side to side, creating an incredible sensation. I heard her whispering but I couldn't quit make out the words. A minute later she got louder and I heard her say, "Oh God, yes, yes, it's been so long—too long since I've been fucked!" I withdrew about halfway and then lowered myself all the way in again. This time she thrust her mound up to meet me and we developed a rhythm that lasted about 30 seconds before she started coming, She was whispering, but whispering as loud as she could—"fuck me, fuck, oh yeah, fuck me." As she started to shake with her orgasm I let myself go and came with her. Long after I had stopped cumming she continued to twitch and each time she gave a little cry of delight. After we had stopped shivering and shaking and panting, I eased my weight off her and lay beside her on the couch. She had other ideas however and she got up and quickly left the room. I minute later I heard the shower start up. I got up too and took my clothes back to the bedroom and threw on some shorts while I waited for her to finish in the bathroom. I also did some thinking. This couldn't happen again. I had just fucked my mother and what's more it had been fantastic. I didn't exactly feel guilty—I had done a good thing in a way because I had made her feel so good—her husband had been dead for 9 years and I assumed that's what she meant when she said it had been "too long." As long as my wife didn't find out I would be OK. But, it couldn't happen again—it would be way too exhausting to try to keep my horny wife satisfied while fucking her mother—not too mention the logistics of it all. I heard the bathroom door open and I heard Mickey go into her room and close the door. I went to get my own shower. A couple of hours later my wife came home, and we chatted about our day while she relaxed, though I obviously didn't tell her everything. Linda fixed dinner, but when she called Mickey, she said she wasn't feeling well and to go ahead and eat without her. Linda was concerned, but Mickey said she would be OK, so Linda left her alone. I was relieved. It would have been very hard to sit at the table with a mother and daughter, both of whom I had fucked. After dinner Linda and I went in the den and sat on the couch watching TV for a while. Again, I felt uncomfortable, because we were sitting on the very spot where I had made Mickey cream a few hours before, and I was sure I could still smell sex in the air. Linda didn't notice anything though until she said, "What's this?" She picked up a small paper bag from the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot—I did forget," I said, "it's something that I picked up for you at work today." She looked inside and got a big smile on her face as she pulled out the pack of light blue nylons. "Naughty boy," she said in a reproving voice," you're not supposed to think about things like that when you're at work." "How can I help it", I teased her, " all those women in short skirts showing themselves to me as they try on high heels make think of your gorgeous legs." "You better be thinking of my legs," she laughed. My wife knew that sometimes I had to help customers try on a shoes and sometimes those customers, intentionally or not , let me get a good look up their skirts. She was OK with that because I would tell her about it when I came home, sometimes as a way of turning her on before we made love. "Do you want me to try these on for you?" "That's why I bought them!" She got up off the couch and walked to the door and looked out into the hallway. She couldn't see a light under Mickey's door and we hadn't heard her all evening, so she walked back into the den, turned off the TV, and began a very sexy strip-tease for me. I don't mean she did a bump-and-grind, but she slowly and seductively pulled down her dark blue trousers and stepped out of them. Then she pulled her lavender sweater off over her head, shaking her thick brown curls as she did so and licking her lips in a most lascivious way.. Now she was standing a few feet away from me in just her white bikini panties and lacy bra— a bra which didn't really do enough to cover her boobs. She sat down in the armchair next to the tv and spread her legs wide, giving me a view of her panty-covered cunt while she slowly pulled on the stockings, continuing to lick her lips. She began whispery commentary as she did so: Oh yeah, these feel so silky, I be they feel even better when I get them on my legs, I'll bet I look so fuckable when I pull them up and put my high heels back on,; those high heels will make me look so good, I know why they call them 'fuck-me pumps', because when I get my stockings and heels on that's what I want, I want someone to fuck me,; to pump me, while they're running their hands over my silky legs and squeezing my ass, making me all hot and wet, and making my nipples hard... oh, look, my nipples got hard while I was thinking about being fucked..." And it was true. Through her lacy bra I could see that her nipples had gotten big—big like my thumb, and were poking through the material. My cock was hard too and poking at the material of my jeans. "Oh look, there's a nice hard cock—let's go fuck it," she said to herself as she shimmied towards me. She stood in front of me and turned around so I had a close up view of her rounded ass. "Mister-- - hey mister—can you help me pull my pantries down before my pussy makes them all wet?" she cooed in a little girl voice. I slid my fingers inside her waistband and gently tugged her panties down to the floor where she daintily stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. She turned around and climbed onto my lap, pushing her big boobs into my face. "Mister, my nipples are aching when they press against my bra—can you help me take it off?" she said in a little girl voice again. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders, releasing her 38 DD tits into my face. I started licking and sucking her gorgeous brick-red nipples while my hands caressed her lovely nylon-covered legs. We kissed, playing tag with our tongues and I nibbled her throat and ears while I told her how much I wanted to fuck her while she played with her own nipples and she started to breathe like she had just run a race. All the time I continued to stroke her silky thighs and calves and feet. Now I am not a foot fetishist, but I had discovered that a woman's feet can be very sensitive and manipulated the right way can get her turned on and ready to come, so after a few minutes of foreplay I told Linda I wanted to fuck her feet while she fingered herself. We had done this before and she enjoyed it as much as I did— she loved working her pussy with her finger and she also enjoyed the sight of my cock sliding in between her nyloned feet until I spurted my cum over her. So she lay back on the couch, put her feet up on the arm at the end of it, and proceed to rub her own slit with her fingers. Then she did something that she knew always made me ready to come. She worked her fingers deep into her love hole, brought them out dripping with cunt juice and brought them to her own mouth where she proceed to lick her own pussy juice off her fingers. I had to consciously hold back when I saw this because there's nothing sexier to me than to see a woman tasting her own pussy juice. I went to the end of the couch where I slipped out of my jeans, took her light blue feet in my hands, and put my cock between them. I slid gently back and forth between them while I watched her insert two, then three fingers into her honey box and wiggle them back and forth "Oh mister," she said in a voice thick with lust, "you're a naughty man 'cuz you're gonna make me cum!" And sure enough a few seconds later she began a quiet groaning sound as she bucked her pussy against her fingers. When she started this it didn't take any time at all for me to join her in a satisfying orgasm, enjoying the feel of her silk-covered feet as I spurted a load of cum onto her legs. A minute or two later I sat down on the floor and leaned my head back into her soaking snatch and rubbed my hair in it. I would comb my hair later, but I wouldn't wash it. I would wear the smell of my wife's cum to work tomorrow. We went to bed happy and satisfied. I woke up at about 7:30 as Linda was getting ready to go to work.. Lucky me, -- I didn't have to go in until 2 that afternoon, so I drowsily watched her put on her black panties and bra, then slide on some black pantyhose and then put on a long skirt and boots and a frilly white blouse. I was starting to get a hard-on thinking about how I'd fuck her when she got home, but I lay still and pretended to be asleep. She leaned over and kissed me lightly before going off to work. I dozed off again, still half-dreaming of fucking her. A slight noise woke me up. I though I had just dozed off for a minute and that Linda had come back because she forgotten her keys or something. I opened one eye and the clock said almost 9. What had woken me up? I rolled over and was surprised—shocked even. Mickey was sitting in the chair in the corner—naked—and she was pulling on the light blue stockings with cum stains on the them that Linda had tossed on chair last night. I watched, fascinated. Mickey pulled them on and stood up an moved toward the bed. As she moved closer I could see her boobs swinging a little and then she was beside the bed and I had an eyeful of her pussy—the trimmed bushy hair and the pink slightly loose lips. Then she was climbing on top of me. Despite the weirdness of the situation—my mother was climbing naked into bed with me wearing my wife's stockings with cum on them-- I responded by getting a full hard on. As she threw her leg over me I guided her hole down on to my shaft and she sat on me with her hands lightly on my chest and my cock in her cunt up to the hilt. She still hadn't said anything as she began to rock back and forth on my cock. I could feel the wetness and tightness of her vagina as it slid up and down on my hardening dick. Her boobs began to bounce as her rhythm increased and I reached up with on e hand and began massaging them, pinching her nipples lightly between my fingers. She let out a moan and rocked harder. I let go of her tits and moved my hands to her thighs which were rhythmically riding me. I caressed them, feeling the same thing I had the night before when I had caressed Linda's legs in those stockings. Despite my thoughts the day before, it was happening again--- I was fucking my mother. And it felt amazing. It was like pushing my dick into a tube of moist and heated rose petals. Mickey was rubbing her cunt up and down my shaft now as fast as she could and saying "I want to fuck you , I want to fuck you, yes, I'm fucking you, oh fuck, fuck..." "Yeah, baby, fuck me good,; fuck your cunt on me, I want you to cum, yeah, fuck me..." I responded by telling her how much I wanted her to cum on me. It didn't take long. With a shuddering cry she stopped rocking, leaned forward, grabbed my shoulders, and rode out her orgasm on me. When she was done, she lay there on top of me, her face pressed into my shoulder, her heaving boobs pressed against my chest , her quivering cunt still enveloping my cock and her stockinged legs pressed tight against me. "Now I want to come," I said, and she nodded. I moved her around so her back was to me and lowered her dripping pussy down on to my shaft again so I could see it sliding slowly into her cunt. I put my hands on her calves and began stroking the silkiness while pumping into her pussy. After just a few strokes I exploded into her eager pussy which I could feel tightly gripping my cock with its velvety softness. She got off of me, still silent, took off the stockings, put them back on the chair and left the room. I heard the door to her room close. I was having lunch before gong to work when she came into the kitchen, dressed modestly in a housedress and flip-flops. "This is going to be difficult," she said. "What is?" I asked. I knew what she was gong to say, but I wanted her to say it. "You and me—I mean, I can't give you up now—I can't stop making love to you." It touched me how she said, "making love" instead of "fucking", but I knew how she felt. "We can't do it, Mickey." "I have to," she said emphatically. I haven't made love since my husband died and I can't believe what I've been missing. I've got to have it. I've got to have you." "A woman like you could easily find someone else—you're still good-looking and a wonderful lover." "I don't want to," she said. I need someone I know and trust and I don't want to go through the whole dating thing and have to get rid a bunch of creeps before a I find a man worth keeping. I've already got you. We can do it when Linda's not here. We'll be careful—I promise." I was tempted, but I knew it couldn't work. "Mickey, it won't work, " I said, "I'll be exhausted. Linda and I do it almost every night." "I know," she said, with a little smile," I can hear you and—and once in a while I watch." I thought that was a little weird too, but weird in a pleasant sort of way that made my cock stir. The longer it sat in my mind the more I liked the idea of my mother watching me fuck her daughter. "If you don't agree I'll just have to work all the harder to seduce you like I did this morning. You didn't object when I climbed on top of you wearing those stockings did you?" "No," I admitted. "And if stood in front of you right now and pulled up my dress and begged you to eat my pussy, you wouldn't refuse , would you?" She had me. I knew that living in the same house with her, being home at the same time as her with no one else around, having fucked her twice already—that I could possibly by superhuman effort resist. But, I if she was going to try to seduce me, well, I was a goner. I'm just glad that I didn't feel too much guilt. I figured as long as I kept my wife satisfied... Maybe -- and here I went into my fantasy world—maybe one day I could get them both into bed at the same time. God, wouldn't that be unbelievably sexy—seeing Linda eat her mother's cunt while I fucked her from behind... I snapped back to reality. "OK, but please don't ask me to eat your pussy right now—I'm already exhausted and I've got to go to work." Mickey and the Stockings "Oh no," Mickey said, lightly, "I wouldn't dream of doing that." I'm going to wait until tomorrow." POSTSCRIPT: Linda and I got divorced within six months. It had nothing to do with sex—she never found out that I was fucking her mother though she did remark several times that I was a lot more tired than I had been. I blamed it on work. No, we just drifted apart, even though the sex was great. She got an offer form a radio station in a bigger city and felt she had to take it. I had just been accepted to a master's program at the university and I felt I had to accept that, so without rancor, though with good deal of regret, we went our separate ways. I continued to live with Mickey as a "boarder", which Linda found strange and she became suspicious of us but was never able to prove anything. Mickey, without Linda around became insatiable, making up for those 9 years she lost, fucking me almost everyday, sometimes twice. I don't know if such things can be inherited or whether Mickey had passed it on to her daughter or not, but she loved to wear stockings and pantyhose too and we soon built up a collection for her of every conceivable kind—thigh highs in a variety of colors, fishnets in several different sizes of mesh and colors, pantyhose in all shades of the rainbow—purple, olive green, even orange. At a yard sale given by an old lady I found a dozen pairs of the old-fashioned silk stockings with seams up the back and I had to go and buy some garter belts so Mickey could wear them for me. It was a great time, coming home everyday from the campus or from work and being surprised by a woman with an open pussy and silky legs ready to make me cum and to cum for me. They were the best days of my life. Mickey Finn Mickey Finn. He's a good friend of mine. I was at a ski lodge with some friends, male. We were there for the skiing and the hunting, our choice of prey being the female of the species. There was one woman I decided to cut out of the pack. She was gorgeous. She said her name was Cherri and she was a model. At least, she had aspirations of becoming one. She was blonde, real blonde, you know that hair that is almost silver in shade – platinum blonde, she calls it. She had wonderful boobs, high and firm and touchable. Someone whispered the word falsies and she nearly went berserk. All her own work, she claimed, endowed by a bountiful nature. Her legs were long and her hips were made for holding, lovely tush and a slender waist and, best of all, the mental capacity of a gnat. All in all, the perfect prey. All I had to do was get next to her, pour a drink into her and she'd probably follow along to my room like a lapdog trailing its master. It was unfortunate that Mike was feeling the same way. When I headed over to pitch my line, he carefully stuck his foot between my ankles. Then he casually stepped across my prone body and fastened himself to Cherri. He was an instant hit and I was on the outer. But I'm a patient man. I can wait. Over dinner that night, Mike sympathised with me about my bad luck, tripping when I was about to meet a pretty girl. A real pity, he told me, because she's really something. She'd already let him have a key and he was due to slip into her room late that night. She'd told him to come late and leave the lights off, as she had a reputation to defend. She seemed to assume that she wouldn't get modelling jobs if she slept around. She wanted to project an aura of sunny innocence. Well, like I said earlier, I had a good friend named Mickey Finn. He might not act fast, but once he was ready he would hold you in his arms until the last trump sounded. One drink with this mate of mine and you'd sleep the clock around. So Cherri and Mike and some of the others, with their assorted targets, were enjoying a few drinks before bed, and that's when Mickey came out to play. A few drops in a glass pressed into an unwary hand and the job was done. So we all retired to our rooms and headed to bed. Soon all you could hear on that floor were assorted snores, the loudest coming from my room-mate, Mike. He was dead to the world and didn't seem like waking any time soon. What can a mate do? He was due to meet with Cherri, and it'd be a real shame to spoil her holiday by leaving her stranded. So I did the only thing I could do. I raided his pockets for the key and headed off for fill-in duty. The room was easy to find and I quickly slipped in. I could dimly see the bed and headed towards it, calling softly to Cherri. "Here," she called, "but be quiet, or you'll wake my roommate." No problems there. I could be as quiet as she liked. I'd let my fingers do the talking. To start with anyway. I moved over and slid into bed beside her. Before I could figure out what was happening, she was all over me. She kissed like a vacuum, her hands wandered all over me before glomming onto my cock and playing with it. You'd think she'd never touched one before, she was so eager. Not that I was all the behind in the action, I have to admit. I was chewing on her big boobs (and they felt even bigger lying loose in the dark) and my hands were getting well acquainted with her hot, wet body. I swear, I've never been with a woman who was so anxious before. Five minutes after I hit the bed I was riding her. Riding, hell. I was mounted on a bucking bronco who had me clamped in the saddle by tentacles disguised as legs. She rode me to a fast finish and then relaxed for a moment. But only for a moment. She whispered, "That's was the entrée. The main course is about to start, and then we'll finish up with a nice dessert." Her hands came crawling back over me, and if my cock had thought that its night's work was over, it was soon disillusioned. Cherri coaxed another burst of life from me, and rabbits had nothing on the way we went to town for the main course. Because I'd been drained once, we had to keep pounding away until my batteries had recharged enough to fire my pistol again. I was feeling spent, tired and a little sore by the end of the main course, and I have to admit, the thought of dessert was not very tempting. I apologised, telling her I could come back the next night, but she was having none of it. "You say you can go three times," she hissed, "but when I want the third you cry. Are you a mouse?" Mentally cursing Mike and his boasting, I explained that I was just a bit tired and needed a rest. She wasn't interested in my excuses. To my shock, she suddenly sat up in bed and shouted, "Cherri!" I'm thinking "what the hell?" when the light snapped on, and there was Cherri sitting up in the other bed, barely covered with a baby doll nightie. Sitting in the bed next to me is this harridan, forty if she's a day, lined face, sagging breasts (now that she's not lying down) and an ugly scowl to match her ugly face. "You promised me a young stud who would be good for three rounds," she yelled. "This clown is lucky to last two." Cherri looked at me and shrugged. "Mike said he'd be good for three," she said. "That's why I picked him. That's not Mike. I suggest you just throw him out if he's no good." She rolled over and went back to sleep. I got out of bed, gathered my dignity about me, and headed back to my room where Mike, the lucky bastard, was still sleeping in the arms of Mickey. Ok, I'll admit I lied. I left my dignity behind and bolted from that room before that gargoyle could latch onto me for her dessert. If she came looking, I'd be quite happy to feed Mike to her. Mickey Gets His You ordered me to my room, telling me to stand naked in the corner with my hands on my head, and to come downstairs when you called. I couldn't figure out what you were doing but I knew better than to ask any questions. I ran upstairs, my body hurting in places I didn't know it could hurt, though at the same time I liked the hurt. I waited, standing in the corner with my hands on my head, naked as you said, then began hearing noises from downstairs. Mickey was here! My heart skipped a beat at the very thought of him, while at the same time wondering what he was doing here. Then I heard you calling my name, and I ran down the stairs, stopping at the bottom when I saw Mickey naked and bent over your desk like I had been, and you were using the cane on his bum... He was trying his hardest not to make a sound; I guess you had told him the same thing you always tell me, that if he made a sound the punishment would double, and I knew he wouldn't want that. Heck, he didn't want what he was getting now! You told me to go around so that Mickey could see me, and I knew from the look on Mickey's face I was a surprise... or shock. Mickey was really embarrassed; he didn't want me seeing him getting caned. I noticed something else too; his dingle dangle was stiff, just like it was just before we... fucked. "Tell my little girl what it means when your cock is stiff and you are being caned, Michael," you growled, striking his bum even harder when he hesitated. "It means I like it." Mickey flinched again because you hit him even harder. "I'm enjoying being hit by your father, being punished," he groaned. "Much better. We're going to turn you into a pain slut as well, it would seem," you said before ordering Mickey to his knees. "Unzip me. I want my little girl to see what a good cock sucker you've turned out to be." The look on Mickey's face was one of horror, and yet I got the feeling he wanted to show me at the same time. I watched as Mickey sucked your dingle dangle, then you grabbed his head and it was like you were face-fucking him, and he wasn't pulling away. He was... enjoying it. Then you rammed yourself deep into Mickey's throat, so he couldn't breathe, and told him to swallow it all. Mickey nodded slightly to show he understood, and swallowed everything you had to give him. I guessed it was the gunk that Mickey shot into me, into my little hole, whenever we ... fucked. When you pulled out, you still had his head in your hands, so he wasn't able to move as he swallowed the final load of gunk. "You enjoyed that, didn't you Mickey?" you asked quietly. "Yes sir, I enjoyed it very much," he replied, and he wasn't just saying the words. It really seemed that he'd enjoyed what you had done, and were doing, to him. "Little girl, get on the desk now, on your hands and knees, your arse facing Mickey," you ordered, smiling when I quickly obeyed. "Mickey is going to put his fist inside you, just like I did this afternoon, and while he's doing this I'm going to give you 10 strokes with the cane on each of your arse cheeks. Do you understand, girl?" I nodded, though I didn't want 10 with the cane anywhere. From past experience, though, I realized that making any kind of protest would double the punishment, so I had to agree. Mickey slowly pushed in one finger, then two, then three, and so on until the whole of his hand was inside me. Then you ordered him to fistfuck me, to make me cum while he caned me. You added that if I didn't cum by the end of the caning it would be his arse to be fistfucked next, and that it would not be as gentle as Mickey was being with me. Then you leant over and whispered into my ear, so that Mickey couldn't hear, that if I came I'd be caned another 100 times on each butt cheek and on my cunt! Mickey said that he understood, and began to fistfuck me to a rhythm he knew would get me to cum. At the same time the caning started, and it hurt, and I wanted to scream and yell for you to stop, but you didn't. You wouldn't. Half way through you bent over and asked me if I'd cum yet. I shook my head, knowing that if I tried to speak it would just come out in a yell or something. "Pity," you said, then began caning my other bum cheek, with Mickey still fisting me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but you didn'tseem to care. You were going to have your fun with Mickey and me, and no one would stop you. No one would dare. Mickey didn't know you'd ordered me not to cum and was trying his hardest to make me cum. He couldn't figure out why I wasn't cumming like he could usually make me. He probably thought it was because I was being fisted; I know Mickey and how he thinks. You gave me the last strike on the second butt cheek and asked me if I had cum yet. With tears streaming down my face I shook my head, "No daddy, I haven't." Of course, you knew that already, and you told Mickey to take his hand from my cunt so that I could move away and Mickey could take my place. You asked him if he'd ever been fucked in the arse and Mickey shook his head. 'No sir' You suddenly whacked him with the cane and said that he was about to be fucked in the arse with your fist, and that he'd better enjoy it, or else.... Mickey and I both knew what 'or else' meant - definitely something unpleasant. You told Mickey to spread his cheeks wide and not to make a sound, reminding him that if he did something would happen. I didn't know what that was, but it seemed to terrify Mickey, and he nodded his understanding. Without warning you rammed your entire fist into Mickey's arse hole. Mickey couldn't stop himself letting out a yell, begging you to stop. The look on his face when he realised he'd made a sound is one I'll never forget. His eyes closed briefly when you told him to pick up the phone and dial, and he obeyed while you continued to ravage his arse. "Mum, Michael here, Mr. McMasters wants to see you, now." He somehow managed to speak in an almost normal voice, though how he did I will never know. I remained where I'd been ordered to stand, wondering what you wanted with Mickey's mother, and missed the rest of the conversation. When Mickey hung up the phone I noticed that his dingle dangle was harder than I'd ever seen it. I asked him in some surprise: "Do you like what daddy is doing to you?" You indicated to Mickey that he must tell me the truth, and he nodded, saying: "Yes, I love it." "You think I'd like it too?" I asked in a whisper. Somehow I needed to know. "I think you'll enjoy it even more than I do, girl... do you like your cunt fisted?" Mickey whispered back, with a grimace... "Sir, may I cum please?" he implored desperately. "Cum in the glass next to you, slut" was your reply, and to my amazement, while you were still fisting Mickey's bum, he took the glass and held it in such a position that he could cum into it... two seconds later he was cumming and cumming. "Give it to my girl. Now remember, you must swallow it all without stopping," you said to me as I took the glass and drank obediently. Just then there was a knock on the door... Mickey's mummy. Mickey Takes A Break It had been quite a while since I had seen any of the people I went to school with. I had graduated and become a jaded little designer, hopping from job to job, knowing that it was killing my "career" but, who the hell was I kidding? I didn't want to keep doing this. My real passion was in the art of design, not the every day working with clients. I was getting restless. I was tired of getting up every morning, wearing the same damn boring clothes, going to work at 8 am and not getting home until 7 pm. Dealing with the same boring clients. I had no life. Really, that's what it came down to. Here I was, 24, single and in a great city with a great nightlife, and what was I doing with my free time? Painting whenever I could but usually falling over from exhaustion before I could finish a piece. I had become what I never wanted to be, decidedly corporate. My designs were never fulfilling, my painting didn't get me excited anymore. Nope, all I was left with was this stupid job that was slowly eating my life away. I hadn't even had a good fuck in months. So many nights I was too tired to even stimulate myself. So many nights I lay awake, frustrated as my tired hand refused to push me toward climax. I was bland. I was boring. I was stressed out. "C'mon, come out with us!! You know you need a break!" exclaimed Sheryl, one of my equally jaded co-workers at the huge design firm. "I dunno, I kind of wanted to go to sleep," yawning as I stretched my slim arms up and behind my head, pushing my full breasts outward, "I mean, it's become such a luxury to have an early night I was looking forward to watching a movie and crashing." "Yeah, probably some stupid romantic comedy or something, not a movie to get the senses going, if you know what I mean!?" Sheryl joked as she started to pack up her things. "You haven't gone out with me in months, I'm started to feel like an abused friend here." Her pouting usually did it for me. I couldn't say no to her sad, puppy-dog eyes and those big pouty lips jutting out all wet and plump. So delicious looking, so wanting...Wait a minute...what was I thinking? Obviously there was some tension somewhere in my body if I was thinking of my friend in this way. That was enough to get me up, scurrying around my corner of the rat maze, picking up random things and putting them in my briefcase. "Alright, what the hell? Just a couple of drinks will be fun." "Yeah, and maybe some insatiable man will pick you up and carry you away to his house for a little 'tension release'...Lord knows you could use a good release," she said to me as she flipped my brown ponytail up playfully behind my head. "Ha, yeah, we'll see but we both know I've only met one of those and I almost got him in trouble..." my eyes drifted off as I thought back to my professor from school who gave me many blissful months of passionate and mind-blowing pleasure before one of the grad students walked in on us kissing in the library. It was a good thing he hadn't walked in about five minutes sooner or he would have gotten an eyeful of my tongue doing it's duty to Gary's rock solid cock. "Yoohooo....earth to Mickey?" Sheryl laughed as she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "Sorry, just, uhm, eh, reminiscing." I made my promise to meet her at the Monkey in about an hour, I just needed to go home, de-corporate my outfit and let down my hair. After letting myself into my apartment, I rummaged around my closet looking for something sexy to put on. My hands brushed against something deliciously soft and silky as they fumbled through the hangers, my breath caught in my throat as I picked out the top. It was the color of my favorite wine, deep, dark and murky red with just a touch of illumination. Instantly I knew that this top was destined to go out tonight. Picking out my favorite skin-tight black pants to go with it, I moved into the bathroom with my clothes and turned on my cd player. A little Jeff Buckley crooning always helped me to feel sexy. Slowly, I undid the button and zipper on my suit pants as my hips gently swayed to the music, slipping the tailored fabric past my thighs and down to a pool on the floor. Next, I wrapped my fingers through the strings of my black satin bikini panties and slid them down toward my knees. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror I stopped with them around my calves. I turned so my ass faced the mirror and thought to myself, "Not half bad". Continuing the striptease for myself, I pulled my pale blue tank top over my head, watching as this sexy brunette moved rhythmically to the bass and kick drum. Next, the bra, what a sweet little lacy strip of fabric it was. I loved to wear it under my work clothes because it gave me a sense of rebellion. The lace barely hid my large erect nipples as my fingers traced over the mounds of my pert breasts, the fingers stopping to tease and pinch the reddish-brown nipples as they poked through. An uninhibited moan escaped my lips as I watched the girl in the mirror doing this to herself. I turned toward the mirror so I could see the neatly trimmed hair covering my mound and the black lace keeping my aching nipples in tension. Lazily, my right hand traced it's way down from my breast to my stomach, lightly turning curves over the pale white flesh that no one else ever saw. As the words "you know everybody here wants you" blared out of my stereo my right hand found it's way to the tight curls below my belly and began to stroke out stronger circles there. My left hand found it's way to the back of my bra and proceeded to undo the hooks there, releasing my breasts from their restraint and letting the black fabric fall to the floor. As I played with my silky curls, I watched the lips of the me in the mirror and licked them. My tongue flickered it's way over the backs of my teeth and onto my lips where it played with the ruby red moisture gathering there. I walked closer to the mirror so I could stare more intently into the blue eyes reflected there. Lower and lower my right hand went, parting my other lips with ease, releasing a gasp from my mouth. So wet, so hot, so wanting. I allowed my index finger to prod through the engorged and pink flesh below to find my hole, the center of my lust. Dipping in sweetly, my finger traced wetness back up to the hot little button above my aching, throbbing love. Blessed with the slickness my first two fingers joined together to lightly tease my clit. Dropping to my knees so I could get a closer look at my own satisfaction, I crawled toward my reflection and pressed my nipples against the cold mirror. The contrast of my own heat and the cold of the mirror sent goosebumps over my entire body. I watched, slack-jawed as I drew my left hand down to join the right. It caressed my curls a bit but then, with more urgency than the other hand, dipped three fingers as deep as they could go into my hot sex. My muscles tightened around the intrusion but my throat let out a deep growl as the rhythm of my persistent thrumming of my clit began to increase. I spread my legs further so I could watch the thrusting motion of the fingers in my hole. I was quickly approaching a climax that I had desired for a month now. Looking deep into my eyes in the mirror I began to smirk. "You're such a fucking slut." I began to berate myself. "You love the way that looks, don't you? Watching your fingers slam into you like they're the ones on a mission" I bit down on my lip as the sensations became more intense. "That's right you little bitch. Fuck yourself, you little whore" Briefly I let my right hand come off my clit to rare back and smack my own ass as hard as I could. My intention was to stave off the impending release but instead this threw it into overdrive. With my ass still stinging from the self-inflicted slap, my right hand returned to thrumming my clit as my pussy began to clench on the fingers shoved in it. Waves of heat radiated from my spine and spread down through the muscles of my abdomen and legs causing me to fall backward, giving me a front row seat to the slickness gushing out of my finger-stuffed hole. "Holy fuck! Yes, oh yes! Oh Gary! Oh Gary!" the words came screaming out of my throat, so loud it hurt my ears. Gary, huh? I guess I still wanted him, and why not? He gave me the most intense orgasms and did the most insane things to me. My mind started to wander to the time he tied me naked to the handle of his front door and proceeded to smack my ass until it was red and my cunt was dripping a puddle on his floor. Only after I was on my knees in tears from the pain did he rip into me with his thick dick. This memory, combined with the afterglow of my last orgasm caused my fingers to find their way back down to my slick snatch. Surprisingly, my clit had come back to life and was begging to be rubbed into oblivion. Just as I began to stroke the little nub I faintly heard my answering machine pick up. "Yo, Mick, it's Sheryl, where the hell are you? There's someone here I think you'd be happy to see, get your sweet ass over to this bar! I mean it, you won't regret it." This made me pause long enough to consider the mischief in her voice. Hmm...won't regret it. Maybe she was right. I decided to tease myself a bit longer and then get cleaned up, always knowing I could get out my toys later in the evening and call up the memories of Gary to help get a few more wet and sloppy orgasms out. Hell, maybe I could find someone to bring home with me who could take my mind off of Gary. Reluctantly, I got up off the floor of my bathroom on unsteady legs and grabbed a washcloth. Gently I soaped up my throbbing pussy and cleaned off all the cum that had crept down my legs. I slipped on my silky red top without a bra and found a tiny black thong to slip on, more with the purpose of soaking up any remaining wetness that would seep out between now and later than for the sake of wearing any underwear. After zipping up my black pants and finding a suitable pair of spiked heels I decided to just amp up the lips tonight with some slick red gloss. I swiped on another coat of mascara, transformed my ponytail into a French twist and put some simple silver hoops through my ears and some silver bangles on my left wrist. "Alright," I said to my reflection, " don't come home without a plaything..." Out the door and on to see what this night might hold... To be continued... Mickey Takes The Dare Mickey and I got married, but we had a problem. We both worked for the same company and the company policy was that a married couple could not work together in the same department. What made things worse is that I was her supervisor and that was a definite no no. As a result we kept our marriage a secret and neither Mickey nor I wore our wedding rings. We figured we could get away with it for however long it took Mickey to get her promotion and transfer to a different department. Mickey and I have pretty decent senses of humor and our situation gave us a lot to laugh about. For one thing, Mickey is a fine looking woman working in a department with about twenty guys. There were two other women in the group, but one was a grandmotherly type and the other was a married woman who was a religious fanatic. The result was that Mickey got all the male attention. She was constantly asked out on dates and occasionally she would let someone take her to lunch just to tweak my nose. Every so often I would have to go out of town for a day or two and Mickey would always make sure that she went out on a date while I was gone. When I'd call her on the phone she would tell me about how she had to fight the guy off when he brought her home and then coyly ask me: "You do still want me to fight them off, don't you?" We also usually stop at a local bar after work with the people from our group. We do some social drinking, shoot some pool and dance to the music on the jukebox. A few times Mickey has taken on board enough alcohol to get really loose and she has been felt up, propositioned and even dry humped on the dance floor. When she gets in that condition she loses her inhibitions and on those nights I have to keep a close eye on her. More than once I've had to step in as she was being escorted out to the parking lot. I've been able to do this without raising any questions because we ride to work under the guise of car-pooling. I simply say that I'm ready to go and we leave. We would go home and have a big laugh over whoever it was that had to go home with a case of blue balls. Mickey laughingly told me: "You better stay on your toes. Relax your vigil and let one of those guys maneuver me outside and I may have to put out for him." She shouldn't have said that - it got me to wondering what she would do if it happened. ++++++++++++++++ I got a partial answer the following week. We had stopped at the bar and I was shooting pool while Mickey was dancing with anyone who would ask her. I made sure that I kept her glass full and after about two hours of drinking and dancing, I saw Mel, the guy she was dancing with start to work her toward the side door. I kept my eye on them and when they reached the door I turned my back on them and watched them in the mirror behind the bar. I saw Mickey take a quick look around for me, but of course my back was to her and I watched as she and Mel went out the door. I deliberately scratched on the eight ball so I could get out of the game and then I went out the front door and then went around behind the bar and started looking for them. I saw a dome light come on and then go off and I got myself in a position where I could see what was going on with out being noticed and then settled in to watch. Mel and Mickey were sitting in the front seat of our car. At first they were just talking and then Mel put his arm on the seat back behind Mickey and slowly moved closer to her. Suddenly he pulled her to him and kissed her and she pushed him away. About a minute or so later he did it again and again she pushed him away. The third time she didn't push him away, but she didn't respond either. Mel held the kiss for twenty or thirty seconds and then Mickey's arms came up and they started doing some pretty heavy necking. I stayed were I was and watched, wondering just how far she was going to let this go. I knew she was still in control of herself - her looking around for me when Mel had walked her out proved that. I decided to wait and see. Since it was our car I could always go up and say: "Break it up guys, I've got to get going." They necked for a good five minutes before Mel's hands went to Mickey's tits. She'll stop him now, I thought, but she didn't. I saw Mel open her blouse, push down her bra cups and let her tits fall loose. He bent and took one in his mouth while he caressed the other one and I began to wonder about my assessment of Mickey's control. After several minutes working on Mickey's tits, Mel started to ease her back against the car door. I ran around to the front of the bar, went through the front door, out the side door and headed to the car. When I got there Mel and Mickey were sitting there talking and the only sign that something had been going on was that Mickey's blouse was not buttoned properly - it was one hole off. "Sorry to break this up guys, but I've got to get going." Then I got a little dig in, "You want to stay Mickey? I'm sure Mel will give you a ride home." "Oh no" said my bride, "I've got to get going too. I've got a big day tomorrow and I need to get home and get to bed." On the ride home Mickey said, "I wondered how far you were going to let me go." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Don't bullshit me, hubby dear. I saw you over by that van." I asked, "Just how far were you going to go?" Mickey gave me a wickedly evil grin, "Let me put it this way - his cock was out and my hand was on it when you ran for the front door." I looked at her in disbelief; "You would have fucked him?" Again the wicked grin, "We will never know, will we?" Our sex that night would best be described as frenzied. I could not get enough of Mickey and every time I thought I was through I'd get an image of Mickey with Mel's cock in her hand and I'd be ready to go again. The next morning Mickey told me that if she'd have known how her playing with another mans cock was going to affect me; she'd have done it a lot sooner. "It had nothing to do with you having your hand on another man's cock. It had to do with me feeding off of the energy that you got from doing what you did." I did not get much work done the next day. All I could think about was what had happen the previous night. The burning question was knowing that I was watching, would she have gone all the way if I made no move to interfere? I asked myself that question so many times during the day that by that night I just had to know the answer. And, of course, there was only one way to find out. It was three days before we stopped at the bar again. The evening was a repeat of the last time we were there except this time Mickey did not look around when Mel walked her out the door. Again I watched as the mating ritual played itself out, but this time when Mel pushed Mickey back I stood still and didn't move. I saw Mickey's legs come up in the air and then I watched as Mel's naked ass moved up and down between them. Ten minutes later they sat up and began arranging their clothes. I went back into the bar and waited. When they came back in Mickey came over to me: "Did you enjoy the show?" "No I didn't. Did you enjoy tossing your marriage away for a dipshit like Mel?" "Don't give me that garbage. You could have stopped me at any time." "That isn't the point here Mickey. I shouldn't have to stop you. At no time in our marriage did I ever say I wouldn't mind if you fucked another man. Keeping an eye on you when you were bombed and teasing the hell out of guys is one thing, but no way am I ever going to agree to let you fuck another guy. The other night I watched to see if you would stop it or let it go. If you stopped it then we had a marriage. If you let it happen there is no way I could ever trust you again. Tonight I watched again to see if you were going to tease the man and then stop and get out of the car. You didn't stop so I just hope Mel's fuck was worth what it cost you. Maybe he can give you a ride to his place, because you aren't leaving here with me and you can count on being locked out if you try to come home." I got up and left the bar leaving Mickey standing there looking like she had just been hit by a bus. Mickey Triple D's It was a hot and sweaty day for Josh and 3 of his friends. They were on the basketball court, outside of a local park, playing a game of 2 on 2. Josh and his close friend Mike were the shirtless team. Their other two friends, Kyle and David had to keep their shirts on. The game was tied with 30 points each and they decided that, whoever made this last shot, would win because they were feeling very hungry at the moment. Josh, for being a tall white dude, had some ups and he rebounded the ball after Mike, hit it away from Kyle. Josh proceeded to bounce the ball to their rival's team of the count. Sweat glistering down his well-built and tanned chest and stomach. He jumped up high in the air and Kyle was on the other side of the rim but it was today last. Josh had dunked the ball and won the game for him and Mike. "Damn. Lost again," said David, very disappointed. "Next time, I want Josh as my partner. Kyle can't play for shit." "Hey. Fuck you man. He got the ball from your stupid ass," fired back Kyle. "Hey guys. Let's not act like a couple of bitches and fight about this. The white boy and me kicked you're guys' ass," said Mike. "Shut your black ass up. Josh basically carried your ass through the whole game," shouted David. "The rest of us short people need to dunk," said Kyle. "No Kyle. You need game period," said David followed by laughter from Josh, Kyle, and himself. "Whatever yo. Let's go eat something to eat. I'm stravin Marvin," said Kyle falling to the ground. "Yo. I heard that there is this fine ass white girl that works at McDonalds now. My brother told me that she had a good-looking face but he wasn't staring at her face if you know what I mean," said David, winking at the guys. "You gay?" Asked Mike who then started making an annoying laugh. "Shut up bitch," fired David. "Guys. Lets go see this chick and eat all right," said levelheaded Josh. Mike and David grabbed Kyle by both of his arms and dragged the short, skinny basketball player to the car. "Sit your fake-sleeping ass up," said David to Kyle as they threw him into the back seat. Mike was riding shotgun while Josh was driving to their local McDonalds. They arrived in the parking lot and Josh parted the car. "What you doing man?" Asked David. "We're going in to see this girl and order our food," Josh said. "The girl works drive-thru my brother told me. Let's pull up there and see what she looks like. Besides, McDonalds is too white for me and McDonald used to be black. I hope he isn't black anymore," said David in a silly tone, cracking the other guys up. Josh pulled over and drove up to the menu stand. "This is Jessica. Can I take your order?" Said the pretty voice inside the booth. "I think this is her," said David curiously. "Yeah. I'll have a double quarterpounder meal with no pickles or tomatoes," order Josh. "And what would you like to drink sir?" Jessica replied back. "Coke please," Josh responded. "What do you jokers want?" "I'll have a whooper with cheese," said Kyle. "Dumbass. This isn't Burger King. Get you're shit straight," cursed David. "All right. As long as you get your teeth straight, then I will," fired back Kyle. Josh and Mike were laughing out of control and they heard Jessica laugh too. "I'll take a double cheeseburger meal please," order Kyle. "You have a very sexy laugh," said Josh into the speaker. "Thank you," responded Jessica. "I'll have you sandwiched between the sheets, and me" said David being stupid. "Excuse me!" Jessica said worried. "He was only kidding Jess. He'll take a cheeseburger kid's meal," order Josh, laughing. Everyone started to laugh, including Jessica. "What is this? Crack on my ass day," responded David seriously. "Then what do you want moron. We don't have all day," said Kyle. "I'll have the 20 piece mcnuggets and throw in some honey sauce while you're at it. Ok baby girl," order David. "And a large cock." "Aren't you fat enough?" Said busted out Kyle joking. "Your lips are about to join my ass by being fat with this boot in your face," said David angrily. "Chill guys," said Josh. "Mike, you want anything man." "Nah. I'm straight. Don't want to be like David's teeth," Mike said, busting into laughter. Jessica let out another giggle and told them their total and to meet her in the drive-thru window. Josh drove up to the window with anticipation to see who this girl is. She had her back towards them, talking to another female employee. She noted to the blond bombshell, that she had some customers. All the guys had their heads towards the window, including the two in the back, David and Kyle. As she turned around, they saw the long deep slopes of her what seemed to be enormous breasts. Jutting out of her tight McDonalds work shirt. She turned fully around and they got their first view of her tight shirted melons. The shirt did nothing to hide their basketball shape size and them pointing straight at the guys. "Damn. Wish I had those in my kid's meal," said joked David, stun at the size of Jessica's chest. "That'll be $16.55," Jessica told them, leaning on the desk next to the window, squashing her massive tits into the desk, while smiling at the guys with her nice red lips and her baby blue eyes contracting with theirs. "Right," said Josh, lost in her big baby blue eyes. He handed her the money and she reached out causing some of her massive boobs to spill over the desk and outside the window, to take his money. He felt her soft, smooth hands on his as she took the money. "Out of $20," she said softly, working the cash register. Her huge tits were practically on top of the register, hovering with amazing gravity. "Damn. Let me order those melons," said Mike, staring hungry at Jessica's breasts. "Here is your change. $3 and 45 cents," she said in a soft voice, reaching out and handing Josh back his money. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and she likewise. She thought to herself that Josh was a good-looking guy. Had nice slick back black hair with blond streaks. Gorgeous green eyes and nice suckable lips that she could imagine kissing all night. "You're orders well be with you guys shortly," spoke Jessica. "What's your name?" She asked Josh who was sidetracked, thinking and staring at her mammoth tits, stretching her tight shirt as far as it could go. "Josh," he musters out quickly, regaining his train of thought. "Josh Howard." "Nice to meet you Josh. Do you live around here," Jessica asked. "Yeah. I have an apartment right around the corner from here," Josh said. "No. We have an apartment around the corner," said David, correcting Josh. "Yeah. All four of us share the apartment," said Kyle, hovering over Josh's head to get a good look at Jessica and her gigantic rack as they jiggle slightly while she talked. "Cool. I stay with my mom for the time being right now. Just until I get enough money to buy an apartment," said the 19-year-old busty employee. "What are you doing later Jessica? What to come over and hang with us?" Asked Kyle. "I don't know. I barely if at all, know your guys," Jessica said unsure. "I'm Kyle. Next to me is David and the other guy is Mike. Now well you come over," Kyle pleased again. "We heard you laughing while we were cracking on David. You seem like a really hip girl to get to know." "Yeah. You guys are modern day comedians. I get off work around nine. I guest I could swing by your guy's apartment after work," Jessica said. She gave Josh a napkin. "Write down your address," she said. "Excellent," said Josh with excitement. He wrote the address down for Jessica on the napkin. "Here you guys go. You're orders are done," Jessica said, handing the food and drinks to Josh. "Before you come over, bring some of those McFrosties," said David. "I'll see what I can do," Jessica said laughing, causing her enormous breasts to jiggle uncontrollably in her shirt. Josh drove off but the guys still had their eyes on her breasts as the imagines were fading away as they got out of the parking lot and hit the streets. Driving off to their apartment. It was 9:00 p.m. and the guys had cleaned their apartment up a little bit to impressive their guest Jessica, whom would be arriving shortly. The guys didn't think that they needed to dress up for the girl so they wore what they wanted. Josh had on some sweat pants and a tank top. The other three decided it was too hot to be putting on much, so they just wore either boxers or shorts. "You guys have to dress better then that," said Josh. "This is our fucking apartment. If she doesn't like it, then she can leave," said David being funny. Kyle pulled out a box of condoms and stuffed some in his socks. "And those are for what?" Josh asked curiously. "Just incase she is a freak like that," Kyle said. The doorbell rang and Josh answered the door. Jessica was standing their, still in her McDonalds uniform. Her big tits stuck out almost a foot towards Josh. "Well come on in stranger," Josh said in a cowboy like voice. "Have a seat," he requested Jessica to do. "Don't mind if I do," Jessica replied with her own cowgirl voice. Then letting out a small giggle. An hour pass by and the guys got to know Jessica very well and she got to know more about them. They cracked some jokes towards each other while having a fun conversation. Jessica even had some of her own jokes and got in on the fun of insulting each other. They made Jessica feel like she was one of the boys. And of course, with Jessica's every moment, the guys kept close eyes on her huge tits as they would jiggle when she laughed, bounce up and down while she was jumping or just move to her movements. Jessica wasn't a dumb blond. She spotted their boners and their eyes on her chest the movement they first saw her at McDonalds but she didn't care because that's a normal thing for her when guys get boners or look at her chest. As they continued to talk, it was around 11:00p.m. David decided it was time to bring out the alcohol for everyone to drink. Jessica was lucky that she didn't have to go into work in the morning if she gets a hangover. The guys watched Jessica drink a whole bottle of E & J. without gasping for air. Her enormous tits heaved up and down with her gulping and drinking down the bottle. Their cocks got extremely hard just watching her. Another 30 minutes passed and everyone was drunk and almost passed out around midnight. Josh was out, sitting on the couch with his back against the sofa. Jessica had her head on his lap, facing up towards him. Without even knowing, Josh's left hand fell upon Jessica's chest. He started feeling around her chest and felt the massive bra-encased boobs. His eyes opened up and saw what he was doing. Silence moans were slipping pass Jessica's mouth while he was kneading her breasts softly. Josh didn't know what to do. Rather he should take advantage of a drunken Jessica or let her sleep in his room. Even though Josh is a smart kid. He was under alcohol and didn't give a damn. If she were to wake up, he would pretend to be asleep and blame the alcohol. Josh's left hand continued it's massaging of her breasts. "Oh god," Josh slipped through his mouth. Loving what he is feeling. He felt his dick sprang up and bulge in his pants. Suddenly, Jessica started to turn and lay sideways, with her massive left breast, smashing into his left leg and her massive right tit on top of the left tit. The side of her face was right on top of his huge bulge. He kept trying to make sure that if didn't move around so much but it had no control over it while he kept staring at her enormous tits, jutting into his stomach and leg. Josh moved her head slowly off his bulge and pulled his sweat pants down some and pulled his massive cock out. All 9 1/2-inches sprang out, right in front of Jessica's angelic face. He then grabs his dick and started to rub it on her lips. Smoothing her lips with his massive purple cock head. He heard small moans from Jessica's mouth and then he was stun. Jessica's mouth open ups and took his cock in. Josh pushed his head back on the sofa while letting out a long moan. Surprised that Jessica was now sucking his massive dick. He felt her cold tongue ring move up and down his long shaft. Her eyes were still closed but she somehow knew what she was doing. Jessica gripped his big dick and started to stroke it while engulfing it into her wet and warm mouth. Taking a good 5 inches into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock, dragging her tongue ring up and down it. Sliding his huge dick deeper and deeper down her throat. Then she started bobbing her head up and down on his cock slowly. Savoring his dick in her mouth. Josh was running his hands through her hair. Helping her bob her head on his cock. "Hmmm god," moan Josh. Unaware to Josh while he was receiving an awesome blowjob, Kyle had woke up off the floor to see what was going on. He saw Jessica's mouth, stuffed with Josh's thick and long cock. Now sucking furiously at it. Letting her saliva fall down his cock and onto his massive hung balls, which were still inside his boxers. Josh had Jessica's head in his hands while her mouth moved over every inch of his big dick. Sucking at the base of his cock up to the head of his cock. Licking his peehole with her tongue. Then probing the peehole with her tongue ring. The metal ring got his dick to go extremely hard. He never felt anything like this before. Jessica got up and kicked off her shoes, then kneel in front of Josh with her eyes still closed and pulled the rest of his sweats and boxers down, slipping them off his legs. Leaving him in just his socks and tank top. She spread his legs and proceeded to suck his massive balls. Taking one into her mouth and then the other while stroking his cock in her hands. Kyle couldn't take it anymore and felt his cock ready to burst. He got up and pulled his boxers off and let his enormous 11-inch cock, hung down and flops against his legs while he walked over to Jessica. He poked her in the cheek wit his dick, wanting his sucked too. She granted his wish. She took his big black cock into her mouth and started sucking while still stroking Josh, who saw Kyle but was to horny to get rid of him. Kyle had his hands on the back of her head, banging her face against his crotch, having her deep throat all of his 11-inches down her throat. She was nearly gagging on his gooey cock. Josh stood up and grabs her head off of Kyle's monster dick and put Jessica's mouth back on his. Thrusting it in and out of her mouth. His massive hung ball smacking her chin hard. Gooey cum and her saliva run down her the sides of her mouth. "God this bitch is good," moan Josh, pounding away at Jessica's mouth. Jessica grab both of this big dicks and was now switching from cock to cock. Sucking them both off one after another. She even stuck both of their cock heads into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around them, then proceeded to give both dicks, long and powerful sucks. Furiously bobbing her head on Josh's dick and then minutes later, on Kyle's massive cock. Mike got up from hearing the slurping sounds and the moans. "Damn. Let me get in," Mike said, immediately dropping his boxers and letting his 10 1/2-inch dick hang between a set of apple sized balls. He placed his big cock over her shoulders and rubbed it into her right cheek while her mouth was stuffed with Kyle's big dick, bulging out of her cheek. She grabs onto Mike's dick and kept her grip on Josh's dick and started jerking them off while sucking on Kyle's dick, faster and faster. "Oh fuck. I'm going to cummmmm," moan Kyle, holding Jessica's head stead on his cock. Letting it set in her mouth while her tongue worked it. Kyle didn't disappoint Jessica and blasted a huge load of hot creamy cum down her throat. She managed to swallow what she could and the rest leaked out of the sides of her mouth while his big dick was still inside. "Ooooooooo yes," moan Kyle, taking his cock out of her mouth and sat on the couch, trying to get it to rise again. Jessica then stuck Mike's dick inside her hungry mouth. Kyle's cum was still dripping out her mouth and landing on her McDonald's shirt. "Lets take off her shirt and get a look at those big ass titties," said David, standing naked behind Jessica and his chubby stomach bulging out along with his huge fat 12 1/2-inch cock. He grabs the bottom of her McDonald's shirt and lifted it over her head. She dropped the dicks in her hands and mouth to let David take her shirt off. "Holy Jesus!!!" Said Josh has his eyes bulged out of their sockets at the size of Jessica's bra-encased jigging tits after David removed the shirt. The tops of her large breasts were spilling out of the bra. Her aureoles were huge and pink, topped with huge pink nipples that were hard through her bra. "Goddamn. Let release theses jugs," said David very happy and unhooking the back of her bra. Jessica lay her arms to her sides and let her bra fall off of her shoulders and her giant basketball size tits pop out for their enjoyment. Jiggling and bouncing lightly after the cups free them. David read the tag on the bra and she wore a 40DDD. Her massive melons just defined gravity. Looking like huge torpedoes yet round like basketballs, hanging down a bit to her navel but that's only because of their size. Josh pushed his big cock back into Jessica's mouth and started to pinch and pull at her big nipples. David got on his knees behind Jessica and cups her tits from the bottom, bouncing her large melons in his hands. Then squeezed as much of her tits as possible. They were so huge that he needed more hands to hold them. Mike grabs a tit in his hand and beat his still hard cock against it. Watching her tit ripple like a tidal wave in the ocean. "All right. Lets get her out of her pants," said Kyle, squeezing her ass cheeks from behind. Josh took his cock out of her mouth and they laid her down on the carpet. Her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like thick pancakes, resting even on her upper arms. Josh slowly unzipped her pants and took them off. She had on a cheetah thong. Josh got between her legs and set them on top of his while he pull the thong down to bare her bald pussy which was wet and flowing with juicy. He lifted her legs up and slipped the thong over her rainbow colored socked-feet, which was the only things she have on. "I'm going to beat this pussy up bad," said Josh, grabbing her by the hips, spreading her legs around his body and inserting his big dick into her pink pussy. The other guys had their dicks in their hands, stroking them while Josh was the first to pound away at her pussy. His heavy balls smacking her pussy hard as he was drilling into her. Jessica let out a series of moans. Loud and soft while still in an unconscious position. Her titanic 40DDD's flopped about her chest. Bouncing in every direction. Two of the guys, Kyle and Mike, got on either side of her and feasted on her huge tits. Each sucking a tit within their mouths. Holding them with both hands while trying to stead them from the bouncing Josh was giving her as his cock rammed more and more into her pussy. David drops his balls into her mouth while hovering over her, facing her Josh. He held and strokes his huge dick while she sucked and slurped on his balls. Sucking both into her mouth. Jessica grab both Mike's and Kyle's dicks in on hands, stroking them while they sucked her tits and chewed her nipples. Tracing their tongues over her huge aureoles, teasing the nipples. Watching them grow from her now puffy red aureoles. They proceeded to sucking her nipples now and taking the aureoles into their starving mouths as well. Mickey Triple D's Josh got up on his knees and rested her legs against his chest, continuing to pound away at her pussy, feeling her juices flowing on his dick and dripping onto his balls. David sat down on her face with his cock in her mouth and hooked his big bare feet under her arms and started to fuck her mouth like Josh was doing her pussy. Some of her huge flopping tits bounced off his feet, which made him seriously more horny and forced him to really, pounds her mouth away. His big balls hitting her chin with every thrust. Jessica was getting a fuck of a lifetime. Having two guys lick and suck her tits while jerking them off while one guy is fucking her mouth and the other pounding her pussy. She couldn't take it anymore and came all over Josh's cock while letting out deep long moans from her mouth stuffed with David's cock. "Oh fuck," said Kyle as Jessica's jumbo tit fell out of his mouth he came all over Jessica's hand. Mike released the other tit and moan too while cumming in her hands. They brought their dicks to her massive tits and wiping their remaining cum on them. Coating her big nipples. David pulled his dick out of her mouth and turned back around to face Josh and sat on her face and let his massive dick slip between her mammoth gooey and soft tits. He started tit fucking her. Holding her massive tits around his cock, thrusting in and out from the top of her cleavage. Tugging her big cummy nipples. Jessica's face was full of ass and she started to slide her tongue between David's ass and lick his asshole causing him to thrust faster while rubbing his fat ass across her face. She placed her cum covered hands on his huge cheeks and spread his ass, getting more of her tongue deep in his anus. David had never felt anything like that before and was loving it. "That's right slut. Lick my asshole," urged David. Josh held Jessica's up and spread apart, continuing to fuck her pussy hard. Feeling her pussy get tighter and tighter around his cock. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," shouted Josh, releasing a huge load into Jessica's pussy. "Ooooooooh," moan Jessica, cumming around with Josh. David came too, blasting a line of cum between her tits and onto her stomach. "Oh damn," said David, jerking the rest of his cum onto her huge breasts. Surprisingly after, Jessica woke up and felt her body all sweaty and her mouth and tits gooey with cum. "What the fuck!" She said in a furiously tone, looking down at her naked body and feeling her sore pussy. "If you guys wanted to fuck, all you had to do with ask," said Jessica. The guys looked at each other, still naked and dumbfounded. "Lets fuck," the guys said all at once. To be continued... Mickey's Flight Mickey's dream job, to be a sports agent, was not working out at all. At 26, she was still too young to be taken seriously, and too old to be an assistant. Add to that the fact the she was no super model, and life just couldn't have been any worse. Oh she wasn't ugly by any means, but at 5'4 and 140 pounds, she was hardly anyone's dream girl. Just your average pretty blonde with blue eyes. And a huge rack. All her life, Mickey had had people talk to her chest. Even straight women stared at her boobs! They were always causing problems for her, and she had contemplated surgery since puberty had hit at 13. Mother Nature had seen fit to give her a set of 34 DDD's. She was pissed! All she wanted was a long, hot bath and some sleep. Instead she was stuck on a plane. Damn her boss anyway! That old hag couldn't be bothered to do her own dirty work. No, that's what Mickey was for. All the years of hard work at college getting her degree, and she was being used as nothing more than an over-educated gopher. Some day she'd be out on her own, with her own gopher...preferably some hot, young stud. She'd been so self involved with her anger at her boss, she hadn't noticed the young man who had taken the seat next to her. He was tall, 6'4, and athletically built. With his light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and dimples, he was quite the looker. And all the attention bothered him. So he was pleased that the young woman seated next to him was preoccupied. It would save him the small talk that seemed inevitable on these long flights. The take off was uneventful, and as soon as all the warning lights went off, she began digging out her laptop. "Might as well get a start on all the bullshit paperwork," she thought to herself. Just then the stewardess came by to ask if she wanted a drink. She politely declined. The man next to her asked for a scotch. "Little early for that," she thought, as it was barely noon. But who was she to judge? Just as she was about to open her computer, the stewardess came back with her seat mates drink. As luck would have it, the plane jumped, causing the stewardess to misstep, and dump scotch all over Mickey. Specifically all over Mickey's chest! "Oh my God, I am so sorry!!" the stewardess exclaimed. She quickly grabbed a towel off her cart and leaned in to wipe off the drink. "Well that's just fucking great!" Mickey complained bitterly. "Could this day possibly get any worse?" "Just let me get you another towel," the stewardess offered, but Mickey was having none of that niceness bullshit. "Oh, just forget it," Mickey mumbled. It wouldn't do any good anyway, she'd have to change her shirt. As the stewardess prepared the young man a new drink, Mickey became aware of someone talking to her. "I'm really sorry about all this. I didn't think ordering a drink would be such an ordeal." Mickey looked up into the most vibrant green eyes she'd ever seen. "This man is a GOD! He should be sculpted," she thought to herself. He smiled at her and she lost her breath. Dimples for miles, and a cleft in his chin that she was dying to nibble... "...never thought that this would happen," she heard him saying. "What? I'm sorry I missed what you were saying," Mickey uttered like a dork. "I was saying I never thought that something like this would happen. I've been flying for years and I've never seen this happen before. I am really sorry about all the trouble." He had the sexiest voice she'd ever heard. The kind you dream of having whisper dirty words to you in the dark. Mickey knew a response of some sort was in order, but damn it, her hormones had made her brain take a vacation. "Umm, oh, err it's ok. I won't melt or anything," Mickey stammered. Melt? What the fuck was she talking about? Her brain had taken a leave of absence and left a muttering idiot in charge of her mouth! Just as she was forming some sort of witty comeback, she noticed he was looking right down at her chest. "Well, of course he is!" she thought. Then she looked down, and realized that the drink had made her blouse completely see through. As if that wasn't bad enough, the ice had made her nipples hard as pebbles, and they were clearly visible. She was practically topless! She quickly averted her eyes to the left, and found herself looking directly at his crotch. And his huge bulge! Mickey quickly lifted her eyes, and there he was, looking right back at her. She didn't know what to do. She knew she'd been caught looking, and she was embarrassed as hell! Mickey quickly put her laptop on the floor under her seat, jumped up, and proceeded to try and reach the overhead compartment. She needed to change, but more importantly, she needed to get away from this guy. And maybe take care of the dampness that she suddenly felt in her panties. She had her dildo in her bag...she was a single healthy woman after all. But she couldn't quite reach the lever that opened the compartment. Just as she was about to call a stewardess over for some assistance, her seat mate stood to help her. As he stood up, his face brushed against her chest. Mickey jumped back as if she'd been shocked. The electricity that shot through her was insane! He looked as shocked as she felt. He excused himself and opened the door for her. She thanked him and quickly darted down the aisle towards the bathroom. Once safely inside, Mickey took off her soaked top and bra. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her body felt like it was on fire. She turned on the tap and splashed some cold water on her face. The drops that fell on her chest felt so good, she grabbed more water and rubbed it on her tits. "They needed washing off anyway," she smiled to herself. Opening her bag, she dug to the bottom, looking for her vibrator. A little quickie to calm her hormones and she'd be fine. She lifted her skirt and took down her soaked panties. Mickey leaned back on the sink, gave a quick thought to the soundproofing of airplane bathrooms, and turned her vibe on. She normally liked a slow build up, teasing herself until she couldn't take it anymore, and then ramming it home until she came, but she was so worked up already that she didn't bother with niceties. Rubbing the vibe on her clit, she was just about to shove it in her pussy...when the doorknob rattled...and the door opened! "Oh, shit, I forgot to lock the door!!" screamed through Mickey's head. And there he was! Her seat mate...Mr. Hot Pants himself...with a knowing grin on his face. "I thought you could use a hand, or more," he smiled at her, looking her up and down, his gaze lingering on her wet pussy. Mickey was speechless. Standing there with her shirt off, her skirt up and her vibrator forgotten in her hand. She watched helpless as he knelt down in front of her and took her dildo out of her hand. He slowly ran it over her clit. Back and forth he moved it, never taking his eyes off of hers, until he slipped it inside her. She was torn between telling him off, and begging him to get her off. She would never have a chance like this again. But the guilt and shame it would cause her later would be too much to handle. She was about to tell him to go, when she felt the first flick of his tongue on her clit! She let out a little growl and grabbed the back of his head. "To hell with guilt, I need this," she thought. He was on his knees, slowly working her dildo in and out of her pussy, and flicking his tongue on her clit. She felt the orgasm building, starting low in her belly. His tongue was alternating between long, slow licks, and fast flutters. He kept slowing down and speeding up until she didn't think she'd be able to take anymore. Just when she thought she'd have to slap him away and finish herself, he rammed the vibrator hard into her and sucked her clit hard into his mouth. Mickey exploded!! Wave after wave coursed through her body, and her juices came pouring out of her. He lapped them up like a thirsty dog, until she was quivering and too sensitive to take anymore. He stood to kiss her, and she could taste herself on his tongue. That man had a fantastic tongue. Mickey had just had the best orgasm of her life, and she wanted to return the favor. She slowly slid to the floor in front of him. She ran her hand up his thigh and to the biggest bulge she had ever seen. She quickly undid his pants and let them slide down. His cock was so big and so hard, the head and a good 2 inches were sticking out the top of his boxers. She leaned forward and licked the very top, where a shiny drop of precum had formed. She yanked down his boxers and set the monster loose. It was huge, easily the biggest cock Mickey had ever seen, even in porn. It had to be 10 inches long, and was so big she couldn't even wrap her hand around it. There was no way she was going to be able to swallow all of that, but she sure would try. She took the tip in her mouth and ran her tongue over the slit, hearing his sharp intake of breath. Licking all around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive underside, Mickey jacked him off. She tilted her head down and sucked first one ball and then the other into her mouth. He reached down for her, pulling her up enough to slip his cock in between her tits. He slowly humped up and down, pulling on her nipples. She'd had her tits fucked before, but it had never done anything for her until now. But the sight of that huge dick between her tits was getting her all wet again. She wanted that cock in her cunt. "Fuck me," she whispered to him. She turned over until she was on all fours, her wet pussy aimed up at him. He dropped to his knees behind her. She felt his tongue licking her pussy again, getting her wetter. He slowly licked all the way up to her ass. He licked her rosebud, sending shivers all through her. Mickey had never had anyone lick her asshole before, and she was surprised to realize how much she was enjoying it. He sat back up and positioned his cock at her opening, and slowly slid into her. She gasped from the sheer shock of it. It was stretching her, almost painfully. He pushed his cock fully into her and waited for her to get adjusted to the size of it. Then slowly began bumping into her, not pulling out, just a slow bump into her cunt. The more he bumped, the wetter she got. Finally he felt she was ready, and pulled out about 4 inches...then slid back into her. She'd never felt so full before. He just kept up this slow pulling out and stroking back in until she begged him to fuck her harder. That's when he pulled his cock almost all the way out, and slammed it into her, knocking her almost flat. Over and over again he rammed his tool into her tight hole. Mickey was groaning, begging for more. She'd never been fucked like this before, and probably never would again. She was going to enjoy it while it lasted. Just as she was about to have another head-banger of an orgasm, he stopped. "What the fuck? Finish me you prick!! Why'd you stop? Fuck me goddamn it!!" Mickey yelled at him. That's when she felt his thumb on her slit. He was rubbing it all up and down her pussy lips. When he got it good and wet from her juices, he slowly sank it into her ass. She'd never had anything in her ass, and was shocked at the intrusion. "What the hell are you doing?" she shouted at him. That's when he started shoving his cock in and out of her again. Mickey was gone. Feeling that cock fucking her pussy made her forget everything else. And when he started fucking her ass with his thumb, it felt so good to have both holes stuffed, that Mickey forgot what she was angry about in the first place. He kept fucking both holes faster and harder, grunting with the effort. Mickey was flat on the bathroom floor, ass up in the air. The force of his cock ramming her pussy was causing her tits to rub on the tile. It was too much to take, and Mickey's orgasm ripped through her. She let out a feral scream, and her throat would be sore for hours afterward. Her pussy spasms gripping his cock and her ass clenching on his thumb sent him over the edge. With a ferocious grunt, he let loose a torrent of cum. Mickey felt it splatter against her cunt walls. He collapsed on top her, neither of them able to breathe for a few minutes. Then he stood up, and helped her to her feet. He straightened his clothing, washed his hands, gave her a long, lingering kiss, and walked out of the bathroom. Mickey cleaned herself up, got dressed, fixed her face, and got back to her seat just as the fasten seat belt light came on. Her seat mate was slumped over with his eyes shut, snoring lightly. She smiled to herself. It was better this way, no awkward conversation to deal with. When the plane landed, he was still sleeping. Mickey quickly got up and left before he woke up. Outside the airport, she hailed a cab, and gave the driver the address. She wanted to get this appointment over with and get to her hotel for a long bath. Mickey was sore in places she didn't even know she had. She walked down the corridor to the office door, dreading the difficult client her boss had sent her to deal with. Knocking lightly on the door, she opened it...to the most vibrant green eyes she'd ever seen..."Hi, I'm Tim," she heard Mr. Hot Pants say as she stepped in.