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A Reasonable Deal Ch. 01

By: dudea4



The situation was bad for Bianca and her family. She was 37 years old, married with three children, had a house just large enough for her and her husband to afford, cars just decent enough for them to buy, and care for their children (private schools, sports teams, and events) that their combined income just managed to cover. Needless to say, her husband losing work was devastating. An independent contractor, his fairly regular income was substantial enough to pay for just about all they needed, while her lower-income job as a secretary at an accountant's office was steady enough to supplement her husband Jim's income and provide for basic bills when he was without a contract.

His fall off a ladder, resulting in a broken leg and arm (along with several other problems) was going to lay him up for the indefinite future. She was thankful he was alive, but more than a little concerned for the future. The cars could be sold, but the housing market was not promising for their house, and she wanted her children to have a good education badly, so they would not have to deal with the same situation that she was facing now.

How to make ends meet was the question plaguing Bianca's mind as she walked into work on a Monday morning.

John's situation was completely different. He had graduated from a four year university in 3 years with an accounting degree at 20, having started a year early. He had attended on a full ride academic scholarship. His master's degree was completed just after his 21st birthday, at a remarkable speed, and, being somewhat of a control freak, and wishing to be his own boss, established himself as an independent CPA with his own office in the city. He was 23 years old, doing very well for himself, and his rapid career path was impressive by any standard.

Bianca had joined his office a year previously. He had chosen her out of the many applicants for several reasons: first, though she had limited experience, she seemed to have a good attitude and work ethic, and John appreciated that. Second, she was asking for a somewhat lower salary than he had anticipated, and, of course, that was an important factor. Third, and perhaps most importantly, Bianca was hot. Bianca's father and mother were from Brazil, and though of a lighter complexion, her eyes and beautiful long dark hair were unmistakably Latin. She had large breasts, maybe a 34 or 36C, and her ass was to die for. Trim (she had become a mother at a younger age), athletic (she enjoyed jogging, swimming, the gym, and yoga), and fashionable, there was no way a 22 year old young man, extremely intelligent or not, could pass her up as an employee.

So, John, a year later, and like always, enjoyed seeing his hot secretary come into the office he owned and operated. It was satisfying. Regarding Bianca, he had fantasized about her, but never really considered it a possibility that he would have a chance with her. She was older, married, and seemed pretty happy with her situation.

Today, he was quick to notice, she didn't seem too happy.

It wasn't long before he found out about her situation: her husband's incapacity, the growing bills, the difficulty of the situation. John was sympathetic, and asked if she needed some time off to deal with the crisis, which Bianca thanked him for but refused, since, money being the problem, time off of work was the last thing she needed.

"Take a couple days off of work, consider it a paid vacation. I will too. Postpone my meetings, I'll do some work from home, and you spend some time with your husband. Hopefully something will turn up to help with this, okay?"

Bianca was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about John, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Bianca was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.

John went home and thought about the situation.

Chapter 2

Bianca came into work after her short vacation. The situation hadn't yet improved, but their families had chipped in a little to support them. Her oldest daughter Jamie, who was 17, had picked up a job at a supermarket near them to try and pay for gas and maybe a bill or two.

Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. Her white blouse underneath the jacket was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was down, and her shoes were high heeled. Again, she was hot.

Seeing her confirmed the decision John had come to in his mind. Opening the door to his office, he said "hey, Bianca, when is my first appointment?"

"Not till 1 in the afternoon today John. And by the way, thanks so much for the days off, I needed that," she replied.

"No problem, that's a lot on your plate to deal with. I'm glad I've got time. Why don't you come in the office for a moment. I want to talk with you about something."

He went back to his desk, and in a moment Bianca had entered.

Here it is, John thought, go time. He pulled a chair out for Bianca, which she sat in, with a nod and smile for his politeness, and John took his seat behind the desk.

"Bianca, I've been thinking about your situation. I can't do much, but I've decided to give you a slight raise. Again, its not a whole lot, but its the best I can do now."

What a nice young man, Bianca thought. "What?! Thank you sooo much John. You have no idea how kind this is of you."

"This is a little impersonal, actually, let's sit on the couch instead." John got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Bianca following. As they sat down, John sitting fairly close to his secretary, he said: "Its not just me being kind. You're important to me. You do a good job coordinating appointments, keeping records, and helping me organize."

Bianca was flattered and was about to thank him when he said, "And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back." Which he followed with a big smile, that Bianca, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke. She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.

"Thank you so much John, really, you're too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. If there is anything my family or I can do..."Hot? That was flirty. It was just a joke. Or was it? I've seen him check me out before...Well, whatever his reason's for giving me a raise, because he's nice, or thinks I'm hot, or both, or whatever, I needed that. I may get through this month fine since....

Her thoughts were interrupted by John saying, "Well, I like to think I'm kind...but the truth is I'm pretty self serving sometimes. I want to help you, but at the same time, I want to get something else too."

As soon as he said that, Bianca, who was no fool, had an inkling of where he was going.

"John. What...what would you like to get....."Its possible he's referring to.....a new roof? Maybe something my husband can do when he recovers? Maybe.....um.....he keeps glancing at my chest......oh no, this could be bad....

"Well, to be honest, one of the reasons I hired you was that you are so hot, Bianca—I'm not gonna lie."

That's it, she thought. Doubts flooded her. I'm not going to cheat on my husband. What we have to deal with we have to deal with. I can't believe this is happening. The little perv....Why can't men just be kind and not think about sex all of the time... well he can fantasize all he wants cause..

John interrupted her thoughts with, "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just want to see you topless. Please. I mean...come on, that's just incredible," he said, indicating, with his open hands, that he spoke of her breasts. "I want to help you. Only condition, you let me see your boobs." He then smiled the same way he smiled with his first flirty comment.

Bianca looked away and thought: Get topless? That's not too bad. I've never taken my clothes off for a man other than my husband though! Its not cheating, but its something....but come on. I'm not going to have an affair with him, he's just a kid. And young guys are so obsessed with older women. Didn't that magazine have an article about that, what do they call it? That MILF thing. He's been nice enough, heck, the kid deserves it.

"Okay. Fine, fine. You men are all the same, old or young," Bianca said in a friendly, somewhat condescending (in a hot, almost motherly) tone. She began unbuttoning her jacket, a little slowly....

She's going for it! John thought, Oh my god, she's going to show me her boobs, oh man. This is one of the best ideas ever....

John had had a couple girls in college, but not that many. He had been studying like crazy. He did watch quite a bit of porn though. He knew enough to know that this was an opportunity he needed to grab onto.....literally......

Her jacket off, she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, the cleavage deepened, and her black lace bra started to come into view. Look at the way he's looking at me, Bianca thought, as John's eyes were glued to her chest, Its been awhile since my husband looked that way when I undressed for him...ha, he was so energetic as a kid, just like John is......She knew what she was feeling. It was a breathless sort of excitement, like when she first undressed for her husband....there was also a warmth down between her legs, and it was growing.....

The blouse came off, and her flat stomach, flawless skim, and pefect breasts, encased in the bra, were on full display for John. She even pushed her chest out slightly. she knew she was hot.

John was entranced, but brought himself under control. He looked at her breasts, then looked up to her face, making eye contact, and nodded back down to her bust, indicating that the bra was to go too.

With a little sigh, a roll of the eyes, and a small smile, Bianca reached behind herself and undid the bra, which fell away, leaving her beautiful, perfectly rounded, still perky (though clearly softened) breasts, which were happily topped off with dark, hard nipples, with large aureole.

The excitement in Bianca was strong, as it was with John. She was blown away by the situation, but was appreciative of the admiration. John was looking longingly at her chest....

"Those are perfect Bianca. Too perfect. Ha! Alright, I'm sorry, but they can't be left alone." Saying this, John, started to reach for her breasts.

"Hey! I thought you were just going to look!"

"Yeah, but this is too good to pass up. Let me play with these for a bit, and then I'll let you go, alright?"

Oh great, now you're going to let him touch you? This is definitely more than just giving him a show. But its not sex....he's just going to do......well...whatever he wants with my boobs....god I wish Jim hadn't fallen off that...but he did, and I need this job, and this is a small price to pay for...

"Okay you.....OH!" Bianca's train of thought and almost-acceptance of his proposal was interrupted by his hands moving onto her tits.... eagerly groping them. Squeezing, caressing, massaging....

Whoah! He did not wait for my okay. That is a little aggressive....but I was going to okay it anyways ... ...so...............oh.................wow, that feels good...but this is moving kind of fas...whoah! Easy with the squeezes there buddy, and...um......he's so eager its....wow....

Pushing them into her chest, grabbing softly and pulling away slightly, her boobs were getting worked over for sure. She was sighing occasionally, sometimes looking away, only to look back down at his hands doing their work on her boobs. He grabbed a hold of both, then moved his thumbs slowly in circles, gradually working inwards towards her nipples. As his thumbs ran over her aureole, she shuddered, and let out a soft exclamation... "Ohh...." It was pleasant.

Okay, this is better than anything Jim's done to my boobs, those thumbs are....Bianca! Don't compare him to your hus......ohhh

His thumbs brushed against her extended nipples, then pushed them down...he let go, licked his thumbs, and returned them to her boobs....playing with her nipples, pushing them right, left, up, down, circling them, and moving them in short circles.

It felt awesome. She loved it. Without thinking about it, she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth into a small "o". He looked at her beautiful, peaceful face, and caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled and squeezed them softly....

Oh my god....oh this is good.......keep doing this John, do it all day.........................oh this is nice.....................I could..........."OH!"

His warm mouth closed over her right nipple. She opened her eyes quickly and looked down to see her right boob squeezed in his left hand, and his face latched onto her nipple, sucking. She was shocked at the sight. She could not have imagined a man, so much younger than her, would be suckling away on her nipple.

"John, please, I'm...uh..." her protest was interrupted by a quick loss of breath as his tongue began circling her engorged nipple as he sucked on it.. "please, this is too much, you're...this...oh...." Her boobs were very sensitive. They always had been. Waves of pure pleasure were washing over her brain as he licked and slurped on her tit. She regained herself and tried to push him away. He removed his mouth from her soaked tit... "There, John, this has gone...gone far enough." He wasn't looking at her, only at her tits, in a contemplative way, his hands still kneading away at them. "John please, I did what you asked and Ohhhh..." Ignoring her fighting hands, his head went down to her left boob, his lips closing over the dark nipple. "Oh god John, stop...really, stop. I don't want... uh ....I...OH!" His teeth slightly bit down on her left nipple, right as his fingers begin playing with her right. Slowly, his teeth chewed, ever so slightly, on her thick, dark, fully engorged nipple, stopping only to let his tongue slide over her aureola, and caress the sensitive region. After a moment of tongue, the teeth would return.

"Ohh John, Oh John.........John. Please John....." Her voice was growing weaker, fainter.



I'm going to orgasm. All he's done is play with my boobs and I'm going to orgasm..oh this feels sooooooo good. So good....this can't happen. I hardly ever do that with Jim, and John's made me do it with just my....oh chew on them baby, yeah, chew......oh he's going to make me....oh I have to stop this. I can't let him.

Again she tried to push him away...but his mouth remained attached to her tit, and it extended out with him as she tried to separate them, which was even more pleasurable, then, with a "pop" her nipple left his mouth and her boob bounced slightly...hungry for her, he overpowered her and pushed her back, so she was laying on the couch, he mounted her, and returned to slurping and sucking and nibbling and licking her breasts.

The show of power, the desire for her, and the attack on her soft, sensitive mammaries was too much. It wasn't a wild orgasm, but John felt her tense up and arch her back, he looked up at her, mouth still full of her boob, and he saw her eyes roll back and then close and she began to twitch slightly under him....

OOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAGGHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHH I....I....AGGHHH

She was screaming in her head, but when her mouth opened only soft breathless sighs and quick gasps for breath came out: "oh.....um.......sigh.......oh," followed by somewhat incoherent protests: "stop...oh....yeah, please....ohhh....Joh...n...oh.....sigh...you.........god........you have to....stop....oh......boobs......."

John didn't stop for a second. He saw her condition, and decided to attack. He sucked hard! He grabbed! He mashed her breasts down! He chewed harder! Twisted a nipple!

AGHGHGHGG OHHHHHH MYYYY GODDDD OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY G...OHHH

The orgasm continued, his attack sustaining it......but slowly it died down, and as he felt her relax, he softened his attack, and finally, as she settled down, he lifted his head from her boobs and softly continued to massage them.

"I love your boobs" John said.

In a haze, Bianca smiled slightly......I love them too......good work kid....geez.....  Chapter 3

After a moment, Bianca snapped out of it. What happened?! Oh my god. He raped me and I orgasmed from it. Wait. We didn't' even have sex. He just.....He just played with my boobs and I...oh god....this has to end now.



"John...listen....you did something amazing there with my boobs...but I'm married. I didn't want you to suck on.....well...do what you did there. I thought you were just looking, and....." her voice trailed off as she looked at her young boss. He was looking very seriously at her.

She felt naked and vulnerable. Her boobs were there for him to see. He was fully dressed in shirt and tie, the tie somewhat loosened. Her boobs were wet with his saliva. They had clearly seen some abuse, as there was a hickey here and there, and bite marks around her nipples. There were even bruises from where his passion had been extremely intense.

"That does it Bianca," John said very seriously. "I'm going to do what I want with your boobs when I want to: from now on. You have a raise if you want. But that's my condition, not just for the raise, but for you to work here at all."

"John!" Bianca was shocked at the demand, but felt strange arguing in the condition she was in, wet, naked, abused boobs, and soaked panties. "I thought you were being kind...and...John, I can't do this, I'm married..."

"I don't want to hear about it Bianca. I'm not going to look at you every day and not do something about it."

"But I can't cheat on my husban..."

"You're not having sex, don't be all crazy about it. I'm a young man, you're a woman with awesome boobs, and given the situation, I think letting me have fun is fair."

Yeah, I guess so. This is crazy though. How long will he be satisfied with my boobs...I mean...oh hell what choice do I have? Leave? That's not going to happen at this point.... "Okay," Bianca agreed, meekly.

"Something else. I have a raging hardon right now," as John said this, he stood up, and the tent in his pants was clearly visible. It wasn't small.

Oh my god, look at that.....I can't do anything with his penis....my husband would...oh boy..what's he want....

"What should we do about this Bianca? I'm not going to go jack off."

"Please don't make me do something sexual...like, like...."

"A blowjob? Alright. Look. Give me a hand job. Jerk me off."

Not a blowjob? Okay, this is manageable. I want to be as faithful as I can to Jim. I don't even want to look at it...I just...."Can I jack you off without looking at it...like...from behind or something? Maybe we could...."

John looked at her beautiful brown eyes....I can take that. I don't want her to walk. I gotta hold back...stay reasonable. Haven't ever had a hand job actually.....might as well, lets see. John sighed. "Okay, okay, a handjob without looking at it. How the hell are we...okay, come over here."

Sitting down, John pulled Bianca over to him and tried to sit her down straddling him, but it didn't work that well.

"Listen," John said, "I want you to straddle me, like a stripper or something, and jack me off. To do that, you'll probably have to take off your skirt."

Goddammit, Bianca thought, this just keeps getting worse. Why'd I have to wear the black thong today.......sigh. Well, lets do this. "Okay John...." she said, with a defeated voice.

She turned away from him and slipped off her skirt...............


A Reasonable Deal Ch. 01



Oh, it hurt to look at that ass. John stared. Big, but not too big, round, obviously so soft. The thong only accentuated the curves of her waist that led to her butt.

"God you're hot Bianca."



He's a perv, but he's cute. He's so sinister in theory, but he's such a kid at times I don't....Bianca didn't know what to think of her young boss. She was no been-around-the-block whore, but she felt much more mature than even her genius of a young admirer. She felt he was a young admirer, not a molester or rapist or, whatever he was...

She turned towards him, and the "v" of her body that led down to her legs was delicious. John reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her down to straddle his lap. Immediately he began moving his hands over her thighs, hips, stomach, and around to that ass. Bianca knew what she looked like naked. She knew there was no point in arguing his groping at the moment. She just needed to get him off before he got carried away. It would be a lie to say the groping was entirely unpleasant though, too.

Reaching down between them, without looking, she undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and reached into his pants. Where do I look? I guess I'll look over at the wall...have to think of other things while I do this. There are his diplomas, his CPA license ...his .............. his............ oh my god......is this his....

Her hand was touching something very hard. And very large. She slowly brushed up against, and then started to explore his member.......is this his....penis?..yeah.... wow. Her hand slowly moved up his cock. And up. And up. ......oh my.....oh...this is...different.....this is much different than Jim's.....thing.....Her fingers, as they neared the top of his cock, slowly encircled it, or at least attempted to....I can barely get my hand around it.....its so hard....and big. God its big.....Slowly she reached the top, and her grasp expanded to go up and over the edge of his cock's head. Slowly she moved her thumb over the top, dipping into the hole, and circling the enlarged tip. Suddenly it jumped in her hand. Whoah...its throbbing.....and.....John let out a low, soft groan as her thumb stroked the top.

Bianca wasn't even trying to please him...she was just exploring, and as she'd pleased her husband, her hand instinctively began making the same motions she'd made with her husband's smaller unit...he enjoys this....kid.....god, feels weird to call him a "kid" when he's so much......different then Jim...he, wow, let's just move our hand a little farther down and see.....its soooo BIG....wow....look at that happy look on his face....mustn't look down... Somehow Bianca felt that looking at his cock would betray her husband, but just feeling it, in reality, was already doing something in her head. Curiosity was killing her, but she just let her hand do the looking for her.



Hmmm...he shaves down here it looks like, and...should I keep going?...he didn't say anything about...would his testicles be large if his penis is? I....without command, Bianca slowly moved her hand down over his balls, and slowly hefted and felt their weight in her hand...Wow, these even feel heavy...they're huge. I'll give a little squeeze, and....John groaned as her hand slowly closed over his balls and squeezed them slightly, then more. Bianca had always found her husband's balls intriguing. It was so weird how they just hung there...but they were sensitive and he didn't like her playing with them too much. John didn't seem to care, and Bianca began squeezing and massaging them, finding it fun to play with them, she looked at his face and it was pure bliss. Absentmindedly, her other hand found its way to his cock and started stroking....



John was on cloud nine. His gorgeous MILF secretary was nearly naked on his lap, stroking his cock and playing with his balls. God, her boobs are just rising and falling and her hands are awesome...man she knows how to do this...and her tits are all pressed together since....wait....her tits....almost forgot my command over this. Ridiculous. John's arms encircled her, and his hands glided down her back to her ass, while his head went down to her boobs. Once again, he was suckling at her tits, while his hands were enjoying her ass.

Now Bianca was on cloud nine.

Oh his hands are on my butt again, but...wow, his cock is getting wet....yeah, he's got semen running down it....that's a lot.....her hand was lubricated by his precum, and she started stroking with more vigor. He was groaning off and on now. Oh my god he's back at my boobs again.....oh I hope he...yeah, he's doing that chewing thing again...ohhhhhh....his hands left her ass and moved back to her boobs again, while her squeezing of his balls and stroking of his cock intensified. As her ministrations increased, his attacks on her mammaries increased as well...ohhh he's really going at it now...so am I....oh.......I looooove his....I love his....god I love his teeth , and tongue, and....oh.....I love his thing........ohhhh

Rising up from her tits, and putting his head next to hers, and close, feeling his balls boiling and his exploding point coming soon, he started whispering in Bianca's ear....

"God you're so hot....so fucking hot....." as she pleasured him, his hands were running over her body, which was starting to sweat, his hands moved up and down her back..... "I love your body you fucking....you fucking..ohhhh...." his groan was deep and guttural. He ran his hands around her sides and grabbed her tits.... "I love your fucking soft tits"..he ran his hands down her sides to her ass, which he dug his fingers into, making her cry out softly. "I love your fucking assss," he hissed. She mewled. Her stroking was driving him mad. His orgasm was coming. He grabbed her silky hair with a hand and pulled it, "God your hair is perfect," her face was forced to look upwards as her hair was pulled, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, he kissed her exposed neck up and down. He ran the other hand down a thigh "your fucking legs are...ohhh" he grunted harshly......then his hands reached down to her hands, which were stroking rapidly, crazily.....he grabbed them "Your hands, you fucking bitch, oh you fucking hot slutty bitch are....ARRRGHHH UHHHH!"

He grabbed her hand as it was wrapped around his cock and he pointed it at her, pushing her over back onto the couch, and moving with her. She looked down at it right as it blasted a huge load of hot cum straight into her face, shooting from way down at their midsections. He let go of her hand and instinctively grabbed her crotch roughly.

"ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHH" a second shot and a third shot, "UHHHHHHH" covered her tits with his jizz....His hand grabbing her crotch sent waves of pain and pleasure to her brain, which was reeling from his assault on her body.. "AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE" Bianca screamed, as the orgasm rocked her. His hand on her pussy, the hot cum covering her, it was too much. John looked down at his cock blasting her body with his semen. He had never cum like this in his life. Shot after shot after shot landed on the writhing woman, her hand still, vice-like, on his cock. Finally the last couple shots landed on her covered pussy, and more cum drizzled out of his cock as it hung over her soaked thong.

Both slowed down from the sexual high. John slumped over in the couch, drained. Bianca lay there, covered in cum. Her arm sore from the stroking. Both had a lot of thinking to do. This was far far more than what John had hoped for. Bianca was confused, but felt good. She felt bad about feeling good though. As the high from the orgasm wore off, she felt progressively worse.



I can't believe this happened. I gave him a handjob, he played with my boobs and shot his semen all over me, and that was by far the best sex of my life. Wow. I may have done a lot of harm to my family today. He gave me a little raise but is it enough? Probably not. And what does that matter?! I'm not a prostitute..I'm...I'm.....covered in his stuff....

"Why don't you clean up in the bathroom Bianca....ha, uh, sorry for shooting so much."

"Well, you young guys sure have a lot of stuff to shoot I guess."

Awkward silence.

She cleaned up, put back on her clothes, and quietly went back out to her desk. John quietly sat at his. Needless to say, neither got a whole lot of work done. Bianca was thinking about the future, her marriage, her bills, her children, her reputation, and a half dozen other serious topics.

John was thinking about her tits.

To be continued.... 



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 02



Chapter 1

"How'd work go B?" Jim asked.

"It was good. Um, its amazing actually, John gave me a raise," Bianca replied, with not nearly enough enthusiasm for the occurrence. Dammit. I just jacked off my boss, and now I have to have a conversation with my husband about how awesome my boss is. This is going to suck.

"That's.....nice...." Jim said...but the look on his face darkened a little. "I'm not a huge fan of charity though." He probably was eying Bianca's ass as she walked out the door, the little prick. Fucking charity.

"JIM! John talked about how I'm good at coordinating appointments, keeping records, helping to organize...and....and other stuff that I do. He was very clear it wasn't just charity. He had been thinking about giving me a raise for awhile. It's not even that much." Strange. Now I'm feeling defensive about John. He clearly wasn't doing it to just be nice, or because of my merits (well, maybe my physical merits), but I don't want to hear John complain when he has no idea what I just did for him. For us.

"Whatever Bianca, that's great to hear...I guess" (sarcastic tone). Jim was a man's man. He had worked construction his whole life. He went into business for himself, did pretty well at that, and had accepted help from no one. He had the hottest wife for miles. Good kids. Nice house. The last thing he wanted was some, young, college-educated whiz-kid prick to be feeling kind enough to help Jim out, by giving money to his wife. It wasn't a happy situation in general. He'd like to sit his wife down on his dick, just to establish some sort of feeling of control, but the medications and pain killers he was on rendered his penis limp and useless. Life sucked.

"Hey mom, hey dad." Jamie was their 17 year old daughter. She attended a private high school, and, after her dad's accident, had picked up a job at a grocery store to help with bills. It wasn't easy with all the homework, but she had been doing okay. Jim and Bianca smiled at her, but their smiles betrayed that an unpleasant conversation had just occurred, and Jamie picked up on it. Her parents were always having those.

"Hey Jamie, how was school? And you have work today?" Bianca inquired.

"Actually, I quit work at the store." Jim and Bianca stopped suddenly and turned towards her:

"What??" they said, in unison.

"Wait, wait," Jamie said, annoyed by their startled looks, which she knew would be followed by an assumption that she was lazy and didn't want to do what she had to for the family, etc, etc, etc blah blah blah. "Its not what you think. Gosh. My friend's mom has a business, like, cleaning houses, and she hired me. It pays way more, and the hours are more flexible, and, like, I wouldn't have to work as much so I could study more," she said all this with a slight roll of the eyes. She was always glad for a chance to one up her parents. In her teenage mind, she was in a constant, epic battle with her parents, to show them how competent, knowledgeable, and grown-up she was. A true war for independence.

In her parents' mind, she was just another teenager with an attitude, which of course was the truth.

"Well, sounds like a good set up Jamie. I hope everything goes well. Good job finding some good work. I hope its not too hard" Jim said.

"Nah, its nothing compared to what you do daddy," Jamie said, while leaning over to give him a kiss. She was definitely her mother's daughter. She was wearing jeans that were torn and patched up (professionally, and fashionably, which meant they were far more expensive than normal jeans), but fit her curves perfectly, and showed, through holes on the thighs and just under her butt, perfectly tanned skin. She also had on a tight, white, patterned t-shirt that accentuated her young curves. Her b-cup breasts brushed against her dad's shoulder as she leaned over, and her dark hair fell over his face for a moment.

She better be careful around the guys, Jim thought, They're going to be all over her for sure. But we've already had that conversation.

She bounced away, happy to have won what she perceived to be a battle in her love-hate relationship with her parents. Bianca went to make dinner, and Jim sat on the couch watching football.

Chapter 2

Bianca came into the office first the next day. She was wearing a flowery, but fashionable blouse, with a little cleavage exposed, and a black skirt that went down past her knees. She was hoping to keep her appearance conservative to try and stem the tide of her young boss' lust.

When John walked in, he smiled, said, "good morning Bianca!" and went into his office. He couldn't believe what had happened the day before, with his complete indulgence in his married secretary's bosoms. He smiled to himself. Life was great. But, he had to concentrate and get work done.

The day went by pretty quickly, and John didn't force himself on Bianca at all. Towards the end of the day, and after the last of his appointments, he called her into his office. Bianca, naturally nervous, quietly came in. John looked at her for a second, then beckoned her to come over closer to him, as he was sitting behind his desk. Bianca came over and stood next to him.

"Alright Bianca, I know what happened yesterday was pretty crazy..."

"No kidding," Bianca said, then stayed quiet to hear what he had to say.

"Well, I enjoyed myself, and I was thinking of doing the same thing today, but I had work to get done, and while I was working, I thought to myself, I don't just want to play with Bianca's boobs today, I want to talk." John was being honest. She was hot and all, but was he just going to play with her boobs, maybe have her jack him off now and then? He kind of wanted to talk to her. Find out more about her.

"But of course, the boobs are definitely going to have to be involved," he said, with another of his smiles that were more fun-loving then creepy. As he smiled he put his hands on her hips and started to move her towards the desk, which she sat down on.

"I don't know John. I guess my breasts are fine if you want to have fun with them, but lets just keep it at that....yesterday you touched me...well...between the legs, and I wasn't comfortable with that at all."

"Really?" John replied, the fun-loving smile back, "I'm pretty sure you came as soon as I grabbed your pussy."

"It was a physical reaction John! I tried to go home and talk to my husband and it was so awkward! If it goes too far he'll know. I'm sure even my daughter will be able to tell something's up. I'm a terrible liar, and..."

John wanted to change the conversation, this wasn't good for her to be reflecting on this element of her family finding out.... "Your daughter? She's in private school right? And working? How's all that going?" He was also tired of waiting. His hands started to work their way up her body towards her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse, with the clear intent of removing her bra.

Oh here we go again. He's going for my boobs, and when he does he'll......OH....yeah, he'll grab them like that and..........oh.............this is crazy...........As he happily groped her breasts, she continued the conversation about her daughter. It was weird talking about her family to the man who was molesting her. "Jamie quit the job.....um........at the store.........and, well.......geez, you sure like.....oh.......well, she's working at.......um...........my..... nipple........"

"Ha!" John chuckled, "she's working at your nipple? Um, pretty sure that's what I'm doing," as he gave her right nipple another little pinch.

Bianca giggled a little nervously, and then said, "well, you sure are......but.....Jamie's at a housecleaning service called Maria's Clean House or something.....and.....hmmm...." His mouth closed over her nipple again and he sucked softly on it, while kneading her other breast. "I hope your husband didn't notice all the marks on your boobs...." he queried, noticing how much damage had been done the previous day, in hickeys and bruises.

"No, thankfully I'm not even naked around him that much....the medications keep him not in the mood" she said, with a sigh, as John nuzzled her bosoms and licked them.

This is an interesting development, John thought, she's under-sexed......okay......fuck this, she needs a job, I'm going for it.

"Alright, you're not getting fucked for awhile, but I think you need to be pleasured, so, bend over the desk Bianca."

Bianca was topless again, and again in just a skirt. John stood her up, and when he made the demand, she became concerned....I am NOT going to let him have sex with me. Then why am I letting him turn me around like this...and....god his hands are so strong and....oh.....now he's bending me over the desk......must stop this...

"John!!! This is not okay! Stop now! I said....uh," his hand was unzipping then pulling down her skirt, exposing her white panties, which were already damp from the attention payed to her breasts. She was bent over the desk but looked back at him angrily, "Really John, I'm going to leave if you..... you ....JOHN!!" He yanked her panties down, and she immediately stood straight up, completely naked, her flawless ass in John's face, an alarmed look on her face. He stood up too, directly behind her. "If you rape me John, seriously, I won't......uh....." he had now wrapped his arms around her, and was caressing her tits and stomach as he kissed her gently on the back of the neck, biting softly at her shoulders.

"John.....please, I have to leave now. This can't happen."

John payed her no heed and continued to kiss and grope. He slowly went to his knees kissing down her back, and as he did so he pushed her, gently indicating that she should bend over....then with a little more force, indicating that she didn't have a choice. As she bent over the desk, his kisses started to brush the top of her ass, and his hands were running over her sides, up and down her ribs....it felt amazing for her. The only sounds in the room were the sound of John's wet kisses, along with whispered protest from Bianca: "no John.........no............no.................please.........ohhhh" There was a wet smacking sound from his tongue and lips indulging themselves on her skin, and soft mewls and sighs from her as he stroked her body. Her pussy was soaked.

As his mouth reached the top of her ass, he began licking down the crack, with occasional kisses being placed on her cheeks. She stiffened a little as his tongue made its way down her ass, and Bianca had a sharp intake of breath as his tongue glided by her anus. His tongue then kept traveling down her ass. Oh god, I didn't know what he was going to do with my butthole, I guess he's not that much of a perv. This is incredible. I didn't know somebody could feel this way, and.....wait.....he's bringing his tongue back up my butt......oh......there he stopped....OH.......he bit me in.....the butt....he.....oh my god.........he's circling my butthole with his tongue.......it feels...........it feels.........

His tongue was circling her anus indeed, and as his hands joined his face at her ass, he grabbed a hold of her cheeks softly, spread them, and began licking and tonguing her asshole. "Oh, John......that's.......disgusti.......ohhhhh........what are you do.........oh god that's........oh...its......"

His hands kept methodically squeezing and pulling apart her buttcheeks. Her ass was definitely getting worked over.

He decided to keep going down. His kisses traveled back down her ass, lingered in the spot between her ass and genitalia, and his hands spread her legs a little wider. He looked down and saw her pussy lips just waiting for him. She was completely clean. Brazilian wax? Well, her parents were brazilian weren't they? Ha all the better to lick you with my dear.......John thought to himself.

Bianca knew what was coming, but even as she was dealing with the uneasiness of having her boss first licking her anus, then staring at her genitalia from close proximity, she was taken completely by surprise as her boss's lips began kissing the insides of her thighs, and around her pussy, and finally closed on her lips, gently sucking them into his mouth.

"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......." Bianca exclaimed as her pussy slowly began to be eaten by John. His lips released hers, and his tongue began running up and down the length of her slit. He was licking up her juices, of which there was plenty. John found he liked the taste, fortunately, and quickly developed quite a hunger for it.

He started licking harder, pushing his tongue into her hole. As his tongue violated her, Bianca, with no clear exit strategy, began trying to move away from his mouth, but the desk was in her way, and quickly his hands grabbed a hold of her hips, and pulled her back to his waiting mouth. His lips closed on her pussy lips again, and got a firm grasp on them. Grunting in pleasure, as though eating a perfect steak, John moved his head from side to side slightly, her lips being pulled this way, then that, as he sucked on them.

"AAAHHHhhhhhhh...........oohhhh.............ohhhh..............." God this feels.......like......ohhhhhhh.......this....is...................perfect...............perfec...ohhhhhh........now he's....god, he's chewing on them.................................ohhhhh....chewing me.....eating me.....licking........ohhhhh

John decided to go after her clit. Turning around, so that he was facing the opposite direction of his increasingly horny secretary, John went back between her legs and found what he was looking for. His tongue circled it briefly, before going over it, to the great delight of Bianca, and his lips closed on the small button. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!!" she exclaimed.

John's hands went to her ass and grabbed hold firmly, making sure she didn't go anywhere, and brought her pussy down to grind against his face as he licked, sucked, and slurped all over her clit.

He's eating my........my clit is............dog going to.............appointment...... At this point, nothing she thought made any sense, it was all her brain could do to handle the pleasure. And then his fingers went to work. One hand's middle finger started playing with her asshole, still wet from the tonguing it had received, the other hand's thumbs started running over her pussy slit, and both at the same time, gently pushed into her....It was chaos in her mind.

"AAHHH, OOHHHH, GAHHHHHHHHHHH, AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE" she screamed as her pussy creamed all over John's face. The double penetration of her with his fingers continued, and deepened.

"OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOO AGGHGHHHHHH JOHN!!! JOH!!!N!!!"

She writhed and moved over him, finally standing upright quickly, but he continued his assault, and her knees began to shake. As he sucked, she tried to push his head away, the feelings were too intense. It felt so good it hurt. John didn't care. He continued, increased suction. She gave up fighting and slumped back over the desk, standing on tip toe, her hands grabbing the edges of the desk with white knuckles, her eyes closed as she lay head down on the hard wood. Her asshole and pussy were twitching.

Finally John stopped. He pulled his fingers out of her. His mouth was exhausted. His face was soaked with her juices. His hands were covered in her cum. His cock was rock hard.

Chapter 3

Bianca lay there for a few moments, not moving. Her mind gradually beginning to function again. She turned to her boss. Again, feeling awkward. She heard a zipper being undone, and she knew he was pulling his cock out, without looking down. "Please John. I won't have sex with you. That....it felt good....but I can't have your penis in me.....you understand that John."

"First of all, Bianca, stop calling it my 'penis.' It's my cock. Secondly, I pleasured you, you pleasure me."

Hoping he was referring to another handjob, she reached for his member.

"No Bianca," he said firmly, as he placed his hands on her shoulders and started pushing down, forcing her to her knees, "You're going to suck to my cock."

noo, I can't do this.....its too much. This should be for...oh....now I'm on my knees......I shouldn't....oh its huge. It is huge. I should get up and leave. But where else will I work, I.......oh! Hey! He's......he's....weirdo....slapping me with his.....oh!

This was awesome. John was thoroughly enjoying the complete sense of power that accompanied having a 37 year old woman on her knees in front of him, as his employee, that he was slapping in the face with his cock. She turned away to the left....*slap* she turned to the right, *slap*. Then he was tapping her forehead with it, rubbing her face, leaving a little trail of precum.

"I don't know John...its....its......so big I don't know if I can...."

"Play with my balls again, and stroke it" John commanded, and she did so. "What do you mean, 'too big'? Haha am I bigger than your husband?" John was delighted by the prospect. Her husband was a blue-collar, construction working guy. John was an academic and an accountant. Here was Jim's wife, on her knees, saying that she couldn't suck his cock because it was too big.

There was silence from Bianca as she jacked him.

"Bianca. Am I bigger than your husband? Is my cock longer?

"Yes," Bianca said, quietly.

"How much smaller is his?"

She indicated that it was about half his size.

"Ha, well, I think you can do it. Lick it, kiss it, do something."

Holding his large cock, she began licking the sides, then kissing it here and there, awkwardly, trying to avoid the precum. Soon enough she gave up, and started licking up the discharge. He doesn't taste bad, but........wow, this is going to be a challenge. Maybe if I just jack him off a little, he'll orgasm without having to go in my mouth....maybe I'lll.... She didn't get to finish the thought. He took her head in his hands, and slowly guided his cock into her mouth. She opened wide and sure enough, it fit in. She started sucking.

The warmth of her mouth, the soft feeling of her tongue, and her gentle hands squeezing his balls and shaft was heavenly. She applied more suction, and John groaned. She began bobbing her head a little, to see if she could get more in, which she could. Slowly his cock began disappearing into her mouth. She pulled it out almost all the way, and focused her tongue on his hole, she licked around it, even pushed in a little. John's sighs told her she was doing well. Then she went back to sucking deep.

John's knees were feeling weak, he pulled out of her mouth, leaving Bianca to softly smack her lips, and in a very cute way brush the saliva and cum away from her mouth with her hand, then he beckoned to her, and she leaned forward and continued her task. She felt strangely about the situation. She was enjoying the taste of his cock, of his cum. There was a strange eroticism to her submission. She felt taken, controlled, violated. The power of this young man over her made the violation seem necessary. She felt like a slave, but like a mother, like a victim, but like a follower. Her emotions were as chaotic when she pleasured him as her brain had been when he'd pleasured her.

John sat back and reveled in the moment. The room was quiet except for the gentle sucking sounds coming from the woman between his legs. He looked around at his office, then looked down at the gorgeous brunette, head moving up and down in his lap.

*slurp...............slurp.......smack, slurp.................gulp, smack...........slurp..............smack.....gulp.

Fantastic.

He could have gone for awhile, but he almost had a decision element to his orgasm. He got the distinct desire to fill this woman's mouth with his seed. He had accomplished so much, so quickly in life. And the same drive that propelled him to accomplish all his other goals filled him at the moment. He grabbed her head, firmly, but not harshly, with one hand, then batted away her hand from his shaft, allowing for the one on his balls to stay, and replaced it with his own. He began pushing his cock down her throat. There were no questions or challenges, she could say nothing even if she'd wanted to as he was filling her mouth. Slowly but surely his cock began to be forced down her throat. There were small, panicked twitches from Bianca: a shift of her leg, a soft choke, a stiffening, then relaxing of her spine. It was almost like seeing a National Geograhic video of two animals mating, or a large insect overpowering another. It was raw.




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 02



Her mouth stretched open to try and accept the intruder. John's cock was deep in her throat now, her hand had released his balls by then, and both her hands were grabbing hold of his thighs as he pushed his cock into her.

Finally his balls reached her chin. He slowly pulled back out, and after he exited her mouth, she choked and gasped for air, he gave her just a moment, and then took her by the head and proceeded to do the same thing again. Again his cock pushed its way down her throat, and she struggled to breath and to suck, and to accept. He withdrew a second time, only to follow with a third journey down her throat. The struggles became less. Her throat started to accustom itself to the invasion. After cramming his cock down her throat a fourth time, John steadied himself, spreading his legs slightly, as though he had to lift some great weight, or ready himself for a difficult job of some kind. Bianca continued to suck on his cock, his balls were heavy with cum, and he was ready to empty them.

He took her head, whispered a warning to keep her teeth clear, and then began thrusting into her mouth. Gently, but forcefully, his cock entered and exited his secretary's mouth with ease. A sloppy, wet sound filled the office as John happily fucked the woman's mouth. She grabbed his legs and steadied herself, trying to accept her boss as best she could. His thrusting increased in speed. His intensity grew. The grip on her head tightened.

Bianca felt the tensing of his hands, she felt his cock expanding slightly, the drizzle of precum increasing to a more and more steady rate....finally.....he pulled his cock to just being in her mouth, and....

His cock exploded. John cried out "AHAHAH AGH!!!"

The cum shot out forcefully, slamming against the back of her throat! "Agh" Bianca choked, as she attempted to swallow what he began to deposit, in great amounts, in her mouth. One shot followed after another, and another. Copious amounts of cum began to fill her mouth as John groaned and moaned his pleasure. Bianca was a good sport, and did a good job swallowing everything John had to give, which was a lot. In fact she loved it.

"Mmmmmmm" her eyes were closed as she sucked and sucked on John's cock. As soon as he came his cock grew in sensitivity, and instinctively he tried to push her away, but, maybe due to what he had done with her orally, or maybe not, she disregarded his weak attempts at escape, and buried her face in his lap, sucking directly on the tip of his cock.....driving him crazy with pain/pleasure/and lust. His legs were sticking straight out, his hands were all over her head and face, and she was focused on his cock.

She eventually let his cock rest, and kissed her way up and down his shaft. For the next half hour, the two of them stayed there. John gently playing with her hair, touching her neck, reaching down to her breasts, holding her hand, and Bianca just quietly knelt in front of him, lightly sucking, nibbling, kissing, and licking his softening member.

She came to reality eventually, and said quietly, "I need to get back to my husband...." Standing up, she walked over to her discarded clothing and began redressing. "You know, I'm not going to divorce my husband, mess up my children's lives and marry you. I know you probably don't even want me. I won't be this hot when you're 37."

"This is our arrangement Bianca. That's all it is."

"Our arrangement was for you to look at my breasts. Now look what's happened."

"Look, we both enjoyed it. I like you, and I like having you as my secretary, and I like paying you well too. I'll try to take care of you, but you should stop talking about our 'arrangement' like its some contractual thing. Its not sexy. I'll see you tomorrow. Get the paperwork for tomorrow's appointments ready for my review tomorrow too. I'm out."

Bianca got dressed and went back to her desk. John was out the door a minute later. Then he popped his head back in the front door and smiled at Bianca. "Good job sucking a cock so much bigger than your husband's by the way."

Bianca gave him a stare that could kill, and he shut the door and went his way.

Getting home, John looked at his somewhat messy house. He had a three bedroom, 2 bath place that was bigger than he needed, but, he made enough. He looked around, and got an interesting idea. He got online, looked up, "Maria's Clean House" and sure enough, there it was. He proceeded to give Maria a call.

"Hey Maria, do you have a Jamie that just started working for you?..... You do? I'm her mother's boss, and they've been having a rough time lately....... Yes....Bianca................. So you heard about that............. Yeah, its rough. Well, I'm trying to help out when I can....maybe I could have Jamie come clean my house regularly? ......I'm terrible at housecleaning. Haha yes. I could tip her pretty regularly too, which might be cool. Bianca's a great worker, and I figure her daughter is the same.........Awesome! I hope it will work out...........just send her my way.....I'll give you my address..........."

To be continued...



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 03



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 3)

Chapter 1

A poor accounting department can ruin a company pretty quickly. Amazing how bad it can get, John thought to himself as he reviewed the paperwork on a small futon company that had come to him for consultation. To even begin to consult with the owner, Mark, he was going to have to have an audit done....or do one himself. The records were a mess. I'll bring that up with him.

His appointment was in about 15 minutes. It would take awhile.

Bianca had just finished scheduling another of John's appointments when Mark Hendricks walked in. An older man, in his late 50s, Mark was a little early for his appointment with John. "John will be right with you Mark, good to see you again," Bianca said politely, and motioned to him to take a seat. John's secretary sure is a looker Mark thought, keeping his glances at her breasts as discreet as he could. She was wearing a low-cut, nicely fitted, flowery dress. Even with the situation as it is, I'm happy to have an appointment with John. I hope he takes awhile getting around to me. Bianca leaned over to get something out of a drawer in her desk, and Mark was rewarded with a nice view of her cleavage. Yup, John can take his time.

Right as he thought that, John opened the door. "Mark! How's it going? Come on in..." and Mark followed him in, engaging in a little small talk that turned into soft, muted sounds as John closed the door behind them.

They've been in there for a little while, Bianca thought, about an hour and a half later. She didn't have much to do at the moment, and her mind drifted to what had been going on in her life recently. She was being paid a decent salary, and jobs were hard to come by in the economy of the moment. It was amazing to her that the inappropriate situations she found herself in with John had become almost matter of course. He regularly groped her, played with her breasts, and even pushed her into oral sex. She'd give him the occasional blowjob, he'd go down on her at times, and he even pleasured her ass, orally. It had been a couple weeks since their first sexual encounter, and almost every day had something occur between them.

Her injured husband had no idea. Her kids had no idea. Nobody knew what happened at the office, except her and John. She'd managed to keep him from having full-on intercourse with her, but she was in constant fear that even that shred of dignity left to her marriage with Jim would be taken. Every moment I don't walk out on this situation will make it more difficult to explain my departure when I do walk away from this. Bianca didn't know what to do.

The door opened and Mark walked out quickly. "See ya later sweetie" he said to Bianca in a distracted tone, as he went out the door. He seems like a nice man. But John did too at one time, Bianca thought to herself. She looked back at John's office door. John appeared in it, and said, "don't have much to do today? Why don't you help me with something in my office?" He had a playful smile. Bianca knew what that meant.

I knew there was something up with those numbers. About half way into his conversation with Mark he realized that the irregularities in his accounting records were more likely deliberate than incompetent. With the knowledge gained at the outset of the conversation, that Mark's wife had been keeping track of the records, John started getting a feeling about what the situation was. He looked down, in contemplation, at the woman kneeling in front of him.

Bianca was holding his cock with her hand, it was wet from the attention her mouth had been giving it, and rock hard. Her dress had been pulled down off her shoulders and was down by her waist, her breasts completely exposed. She was slowly and somewhat irregularly stroking his hard cock, while her head was deeper in John's lap.

Yeah, suck those balls.......John thought to himself as Bianca took one of his balls in her mouth sucking on it gently, then released it, and took the other in exchange. She switched back and forth between his testicles for a while. When she had one in her mouth, she would pull away from him, pulling the heavy testicle with her, then let it go with a sexy *pop, and go back to sucking the other.

Either Mark's wife is incompetent or an embezzler........yeah....keep jacking me.....keep sucking...............she's probably an embezzler..........I don't know.............."hey, B, lick them too....don't just suck." Immediately Bianca released his ball from her mouth and started covering his scrotum with kisses and licks....her tongue running between his balls, around them....she bounced them with her tongue.....yeah, do what I want......good job...........good job.........that tongue is awesome.......What's Mark's wife's name again? I can't remember. Sarah I think. I don't know.....mmmm....oh geez, is she using her teeth on my..?..ooh man...haha that's great....Bianca decided to experiment a little, and softly started chewing on the tough skin of John's scrotum. She caught it between her teeth and very gently chewed and chewed on it, then let it go and started nipping at different parts of his sack...god that's awesome John thought to himself.

I have to set up a meeting with Mark and what's-her-name....John knew that he could rectify the problems. He could fix them up so the IRS wouldn't come down on Mark. But then, he could totally go to the IRS and report the odd irregularities too, which was douche-like. John liked to help people. He'd have a meeting with the two of them.

Bianca was sucking his dick now. "Hey B, when I'm .....uh......done cumming on your tits in a bit.....mmmm...man!........can you go call Mark and set up an appointment....uh, an appointment for both he and his.....umph.....wife to come in? Yeah.....yeah.......Then you can go home....ooh man...yeah, thanks."

"mmph" Bianca replied, in the affirmative. It was hard to tell though, since her mouth was stuffed full of cock.

Bianca making a sound like that with his cock in her mouth put John over the edge, he shot a couple times in her mouth, but pulled out and shot the rest of his load, which, like always, was plenteous, all over her chest. Her boobs were covered in cum. Shot after shot, then a steady drizzle of cum landed on her tits. Finally he took his cock and shook it a few times, flinging bits of cum in her face and on her boobs.

"Don't talk with your mouth full B" he said with his good-natured grin.

"You know" Bianca said, as she stood up and took some tissues, using them to wipe up the cum that was covering her chest... "I'd rather you not call me "B," that's my husband's pet nickname for me. Its just odd to hear you...uh...(she wiped a little cum off her cheek)...call me that. You mind?"

"Don't worry about it," John said, "He calls you 'B' instead of Bianca sometimes right?"

"Yeah..um...that's what I just said." Bianca replied.

As John gently pushed her out of his office and started to close the door behind her he smiled: "Well when I call you 'B' its short for bitch, so don't worry about it." he said with a laugh, and closed the door, ignoring Bianca's annoyed look.    

Chapter 2

John came downstairs from his master bedroom. He was still wearing his suit, but he had removed the tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt and untucked it. He took his jacket off and threw it on the couch, then joined it a moment later. He turned on the TV and decided he would vegetate for a bit.

Almost immediately the doorbell rang.

Of course. Better not be mormons.

He opened the door and there was a 40 something year old mexican woman, and a really attractive teenage girl. Damn she's a little hottie...looks kind of like....oh man! I forgot, Bianca's daughter is coming over to clean the house today! Yes!!! "Oh hey, are you Maria? I'm sorry I forgot you were coming over. And you must be...uh....Jenny right?"

"Jamie, actually, nice to meet you!"

They shook hands, then John shook the mexican woman, Maria's hand. "This girl is good cleaner! I have used her two times now, still new, but she clean your house very very good, sir."

"Oh I'm sure she will," John said. "It's quite a job though, its kind of a mess. Ironically, if I'd known you were coming I might have cleaned up a little."

All of them laughed. But Jamie didn't take her eyes off of him. His relaxed but still professional look was very attractive. She knew he was her mom's boss, and she had heard her mom mention before that he was very smart, kind of young, and well-off. Bianca didn't know her daughter was going to be cleaning John's house, and when Jamie looked at John, she decided she wouldn't be the one to bring it up.

John was looking at his secretary's daughter with delight. He'd seen her picture at Bianca's desk before, but that picture must be a couple years younger. This Jamie was hot. She was wearing tight jeans, and a form fitting straight black long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was dark like her mothers, her breasts were a little smaller, but she had a very nice tan (probably from laying around in the sun with her friends all the time), and seemed self-confident.

John led the two around the house a little. Maria was jabbering on and on about different things it was of the utmost importance Jamie not forget to do, like wiping down the window blinds (her insistence on this point evoked a slight eye-roll from Jamie), but for the most part neither John nor Jamie were really paying attention to her. When they thought the other wasn't looking they were doing some serious checking out.

They decided Jamie could start in the upstairs master bath, then move down from there. Maria and John left her up there and walked downstairs. John opened the front door for Maria, and before she left she said, "It is very good for you to help this girl and her family John. You are good man. Dios mira a todo los trabajos nuestros ." John didn't know what the random Spanish meant, but he replied that it was just what any body in his position would do.

He shut the door and returned to the couch.

Jamie finished the bathroom after a good hour. It was dirty indeed. Bachelors...she thought to herself, repeating to herself what she had heard in regards to the cleanliness of single men, and found the messiness of the place almost more attractive to her. He could use a girlfriend she thought to herself, with a little smile. She didn't say "wife," because that is something her mother would correct her with. Her mom was all about being traditional. Jamie was more open-minded, and obviously overflowing with wisdom her mom was not endowed with. Besides, she was sick of hearing her mom and dad argue all the time. Marriage definitely not for her. The occasional fling? Maybe.

Moving into the master bedroom, she cleaned up some clothes, vacuumed the carpet, dusted, etc, etc....as she was washing a window that was in front of his computer desk, she bumped into it accidentally, which moved the mouse, which removed the screen saver, which revealed what John had been looking at on the computer just a few minutes before her and Maria came to the door.

A video? It was black and white, and seemed to be from an office security camera or something. The video was paused a minute or so into it. It was only 10 minutes long. She saw a man sitting on a chair, and a woman, half-naked, kneeling in front of him. Oh. My. God. John looks at porn! She knew that guys at her school did, but she didn't really imagine working, business men would do so. He definitely doesn't seem like a perv....I'll watch a little and see what's up.

The camera was fuzzy, a little, and the woman's face was buried in the man's lap, and the man was turned away from her, but she could clearly see the bobbing of the woman's head up and down in the man's lap. The earphones were filled with the licking and sucking sounds of the action. They were decent microphones on the camera.

She paused the video. It appeared to have been downloaded, as he was playing it on a media player. She saw his internet was minimized, and, bringing it up, there was a porn site. A woman was getting done doggy-style. Whoah, that seems kind of intense....he's.....man....I hope he's not hurting her.....well...she seems happy enough. Jamie felt something down between her legs. Am I getting turned on by watching porn? Oh my god. Now the girl was blowing the guy. Jamie watched her moving her head up and down the cock, licking it, sucking on it....It was intense. She watched for a good five minutes. Jamie paused the video again and went out of the room to continue cleaning. Seeing the porn on John's computer, in a weird way, almost made him cooler to her. He wasn't too far removed from her high school guy friends. He has a healthy sex drive, at least. He's not looking at people having sex with animals or something she thought to herself.

As she was cleaning another bedroom, how many bedrooms does a single guy need? Man he must have money, John came upstairs and said he was going to take a shower. He closed the master bedroom door after he entered. Jamie heard the water go on, and found herself wondering what he looked like naked....showering....Wow. Somebody has a crush she commented on herself, mentally. I wonder what it would be like to give him a blowjob, like those girls on the videos, like, would it be difficult, or..?.............The video!!!

She suddenly started thinking at lighting speed. His videos had been paused, and she had watched them. She hadn't moved them back to where they had been. He would know something was up. Oh no.....I was in his bedroom awhile.....he will put two and two together...he's smart.

Panicked, Jamie went back to his bedroom stealthily, opened the door quietly, and went to the computer. Great. The water stopped. That was way too short of a shower...oh god......She didn't have much time. She moved the mouse, Come on...come on.......stupid screen saver......Alright! Here we are. I'll move the media player video first....She dragged the positioning bar on the player back towards where the video had been originally. The fan was still on in the bathroom. Come on Jamie, come on, she told herself. Now for the internet video. She moved the video back to where it had been but accidentally clicked the mouse and it started playing...

Right then the bathroom door opened.

Chapter 3

John was wiping his face with the towel. He was completely naked. Totally panicking, Jamie turned off the computer monitor and whipped around to face John. He had the towel in front of his face, his rather muscular body was totally exposed to her, his very large member swinging between his legs. She couldn't help but notice, but it hardly registered, she was so horrified.

He lowered the towel, and was immediately greeted by the scene of a completely red-faced, hot, young, high school girl, staring with wide eyes and open mouth directly at him.

"WHOAH, what the heck?!?!" John was totally shocked, but he managed to compose himself right away. He very slowly, as if in shock, moved his towel down to cover himself, giving her a long look at his cock, which, though limp, twitched at the thought of the girl seeing it completely exposed.

"Jamie, uh, what are you doing in my bedroom? I said I was taking a shower, and, um, closed the door, and.....uh"

Looking for a decent alibi, Jamie said, while averting her eyes from his nakedness, "I....uh....so so so sorry, I was just, like, well, I, like, forgot to dust the computer desk....and, like, I thought, you know, before you saw it, I'd, you know" she turned around quickly, partly to keep her dark red face hidden, partly to pretend to clean the desk, but unfortunately, as she did so, her hand caught on the earphones and yanked them out of the computer.

"OH! YES!!! YES!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!!! HARDER!!! YESS!!!! (slap, slap, slap, slap)"

The sounds of the porno playing on his computer came very distinctly out of the computers speakers. At that point, Jamie decided she had lived long enough, and was ready to die.

The awkwardness could have been cut with a knife. John looked at Jamie, then at the computer, then at Jamie again. Jamie tried to move the mouse, to bring up the screen, to do something to stop the sounds. There was no hiding what had happened now. No excuses. She just wanted the sounds of her humiliation to stop. She forgot she turned off the screen.

John was all about helping people, and this girl seriously needed help. He handled the situation very well actually. He decided on humor to aid them.

"Jamie, Jamie..." he laughed warmly, "you might want to turn the monitor on." He walked right up next to her, his naked body intimidating, but very hot. Jamie wished the situation was different. Now he would always think of her as stupid and creepy and weird and.....

"I remember when my mom caught me looking at porn once...haha now my house cleaner did. And now I caught her (he looked at her, his fun-loving smile back) Getting caught looking at porn is always horrible...I remember the look on my mom's face...." Immediately Jamie started to calm down as he told her a humorous anecdote about his own similar experience....she decided he was definitely the coolest guy on earth. She even laughed slightly, and explained the whole situation. John just laughed it away.

"...and then you came in from the bathroom, like, uh, ALL of you," she said, gesturing with her eyes down to his towel-covered crotch, "and I just about died. Like, seriously, I wanted to die."

"hahaha well, actually my mom caught me jerking off once too. So you're not the first to see little John, if you will"

"I'm not so sure 'little' is a great adjective there..." she said, laughing nervously, not sure how far his coolness extended.

"Well, as long as you don't substitute 'tiny'.." he said with a smile.

"Well, like, is yours, like, don't mean to be weird or anything, but like, is it bigger than average? Cause, like, I've seen a few, like, in a movie here or there, and in health class, and, uh, yeah....." she smiled. She knew enough that telling a man his penis was big was always considered a good compliment....and, well, she was telling the truth.

"Yeah, I guess you could say its bigger than average."

"How big?" she had a flirtatious smile.

"Pretty big." he smiled back. This was an opportunity he wasn't going to waste. He threw caution to the wind. "High schoolers these days. Looking at porn, all knowledgeable about everything to do with sex and relationships...its crazy. You've probably got the guys at school all trying to get with you. Back in my day girls weren't this hot in high school it seems."

"Your day?!" she laughed, "You're not that much older than me...." she smiled at him, looking at his pecs and arms, both well developed. "Either way, I'm not really interested in high school guys. I like older guys. Not too old, but more mature you know....like, they're cooler in a way..." It was a stock response from Jamie, and John recognized it, and was ready with the appropriate response. A phrase that is orgasmic, almost, for high school girls:

"Hmm. Yeah, makes sense. You're pretty mature for your age." John said, and Jamie beamed. "It s good to not just be all boy-crazy, but think about what you want." It was an abstract, meaningless thing to say, but Jamie was all over it.

They talked about relationships in broad, clichéd terms that highschoolers use, for awhile, but gradually the conversation shifted to how her mom didn't think she was mature enough for relationships, and had all these restrictions, and etc, etc.....And John said, "Well, sometimes mothers get intimidated by their daughters. Especially if they have more opportunities, or are more attractive, or seem to have more fun, and they try to restrict them to living life the way they had to."




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 03



Jamie was in complete agreement, that was exactly what was going on. John understood. And....did he say I was more attractive? Mom's good looking......whoah.....I think, I think he likes me.....oh my god, I have to do something about this. I've got to do it. I'm doing it.

The conversation paused, and Jamie and John looked at each other, there was a friendly atmosphere that Jamie interpreted as romantic. She moved up to John, and with butterflies in her stomach, put a hand out to touch his arm, then moved her face towards his.......this was how it was done in movies......

John saw her moving towards him, he knew exactly what she was doing, and he was ready. He tilted his head down towards her, and met her lips with his own.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she gently took hold of his torso, resting her hands right below his ribs. They kissed softly at first, once on the lips, twice, he caught her lower lip with both of his and kissed it....their mouths opened, and his tongue entered her mouth, the first penetration. She practically fell into his arms, and he kissed her deeply, and over and over again. His hands began moving over her body, up and down her back, drifting a few fingers over her ass (which sent chills up her spine), he hooked his fingers under the bottom of her shirt, in back, and slowly started lifting it up...pausing to run his fingers over her bare skin. She explored him too, touching his back muscles, his abs, his pecs, his arms, she lightly touched the towel wrapped around his waist.....she felt his penis growing and hardening.....poking her a little, here and there.

John moved her so she had her back towards the bed, his hands were half way up her back now, her shirt bunching up a little, his hands playing a little with her bra strap...he ran his thumb under it.

She knew what they did in the movies after this much kissing.

Jamie crossed her arms down at their midsections, grabbed a hold of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. John looked down at her young, supple body, and his hands started moving all over her, squeezing, gripping, pinching even.....Jamie loved it all. John loved it all. He began kissing down her neck, nibbled at her shoulder, kissed around her breasts, and quickly (after much practice on her mother) removed her bra. Her breasts looked happy to be free. They were perky, smaller aureole then her mother, John noticed, but her nipples were a little longer. He pushed her back onto the bed, and began playing with them. He flicked her nipples, startling her, then followed with a good sucking of her nipples, which pleased her. He loved her nipples. They were hard, they were long, and they were his to enjoy. And he did enjoy them. He happily squeezed her breasts, hard. Her hands moved to his own, to try to ease the grip, but as soon as she felt his arms, his strength took her breath away, and her hands fell away, letting him do what he would with her.

He began kissing down her stomach, his hands following him, unwilling to leave those perky boobs alone, but obedient.

He kissed around her belly button, then undid the button on her jeans, and pulled the zipper down. He loved the sound of the zipper going down. It revealed her pink panties, which were cute, and eventually her delicious thighs were in view, perfectly tanned, and then the jeans were gone. John looked at her panties, and up at the girl, lying in the bed, looking down at him, completely willing to let him take the lead, and he did.

He dove face first into her pussy. She had not been touched there before, and now she was receiving kisses on her most private of places. Her senses went crazy. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but his strong arms pried them open, and he continued to nuzzle his face into her soft, panty-covered charms. "ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh" she let out her first, sexually pleasured female sound. It was quickly followed by more: "ooh........ahhh.........oh John, oh............."

He loves it down there..........oh.............he's.............oh he's kissing me down...... down....there... ohhhhhh..........oh my......my........oh what's he do........is he trying to.......eat me or......oh He was trying to stuff her pussy lips, panties and all, into his mouth. Sucking on the fabric that was covered in her juices. She tasted even better than her mom.

John finally pulled her panties aside, and stabbed his tongue into her pussy. Jamie cried out, and John responded by moving his hands up to grab her ass and pull her closer to him, bringing her into better range......He began to be filled with lust.  

These were no gentle licks and kisses. He was sucking her pussy into his mouth. Jabbing his tongue in and swirling it around, he didn't hesitate to use his teeth when needed....

"AAGH OH OH AWH OH" Jamie cried out......Her pussy was being completely abused, and she loved it. It was getting some rough treatment, but the animal-like lust of John was a huge turn on for the girl, and she let herself be ravished.

John was not even really thinking. He wanted to fuck this girl's brains out. He got up from her pussy, yanked off her drenched panties, and kneeled above her, his hard cock bouncing, straight out in front of him and over her; he put one hand down on her chest, between her boobs, holding her down, and dipped a finger from the other hand into her pussy, and started moving it around. "mmmmmm" she groaned as his finger penetrated her, "ohhhhhhhhhhhh" she exclaimed, as another finger joined it. She couldn't move from under his strong hand holding her down, and she wouldn't have it any other way, again she grasped his arm, with one hand, he is so strong.... she grasped the other hand that was molesting her with the other ohhh he's sooo horny.....so horny.....

He moved his hand off her chest, it was presumably going to her hips to get her prepared for fucking. But she saw his cock bouncing over her, and the video popped into her head. She had to suck it. That was his thing. That was what she wanted to do. She did a kind of sit up, grabbed John's cock, taking him by surprise and tried to swallow it at one go. She barely got past the head, and John abandoned his attack on her pussy for a moment.

This little.....agh,....little...fucking.......oh......she's sucking my cock like.........oh....she's a natural......suck the shit out of my cock Jamie!" he said, audibly, Jamie looking up at him, lust-filled eyes, and quickly looked down to continue her feast on his member. He reached down and grabbed her boobs, hard again. "Mmmphhhhph" she moaned in pain/pleasure, as she tried to stuff more cock in her mouth. "Take it down your.....throat....damn! You're good." hot little mouth.....oh god....you've got a hot little mouth. Your mom was sucking that same cock earlier little bitch. Old bitch, young bitch, they both suck dick.

John's dirty thoughts weren't normal to him, his mind was hardly functioning through the haze of his desire. The same was true for Jamie. He wanted to cum, but he didn't know if he had time to recover and fuck her too. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. Practically fought her for it, as she kept trying to keep it in her mouth. God I love his cock. Its so hard, it tastes so good, its so big.....oh I want to suck him all day long!

John put Jamie back on her back and mounted her. In his lust he was not gentle. His cock entered her pussy hard. It was tight, so he struggled, but he started forcing it in. Jamie gritted her teeth, the hard cock was like a train being jammed into her little hole, but she took it like a trooper. John's weight was above her, and he was willing his cock into that tight space, and in it went. Inch by inch, her pussy expanded to take in the intrusion. Jamie gripped the bedsheets tight, and fought back a tear, as pain seared through her..........then he hit her hymen, and destroyed it in a moment. "AGH!" she yelped. John knew he took her virginity....but he didn't care, he kept pushing. Inch, by inch, by inch. Finally, his balls slapped up against her ass. Then he looked at her. I'm going to fuck your brains out little chick.

She understood him, perhaps telepathically. I'm going to get fucked, hard.

He started pulling out, Jamie exhaling loudly as he did so, then he pushed back in hard. Pulled it out a little slowly, then shoved it back. Finally she started loosening up, and he was able to get into a rhythm: in.......out.........in.........out..............in...............out..............in...............out...............in..........out

"ah!......oh..........ahh!....ohhh............oh!............ uh..............mmmm......ooohhh.......god.........oh."

Wet, dirty noises filled the room, as their bodies mashed together. His rhythm picked up.

in....out...in...out....in....out...in...out...in..out..in..out...in...out..in...out....in...out...in....out...in..out

"Ah!..oh..ah!........ah............ah!.......oh........my............god.......oh...........fuck.......me..........mm..."

"Yeah I'll fuck you alright, you like this? Huh? You like my cock?"

"yeesss.....ohhhhh.....yesss....love your....cock......ohhhhhh"

"You want my cum....huh? You want my cum all over you?"

"oooh..........uh!......yeah......anywhere.. ....everywhere......do it.....ohhhh.."

"you're a little...ugh.....you love cock," he reached over and squeezed her tit hard again.. "you love getting fucked don't you...?"

She responded with a very loud orgasm.

"AAAGHGHHGHGHAAH" she screamed...followed by quick gasps for breath, her pussy contracted violently around his cock, and her arms circled him, squeezing him tight, her hands fisted, and started hitting him in the sides, the back.....but he just continued fucking her...harder and harder.

"OOOHHHHHH NOO OHH YES!"

She had cum again. Her orgasms were building on here. She had orgasmed while masturbating before, but her first with a man was multiplying and growing.

He couldn't handle anymore. He pulled his dick out quickly, her pussy giving a little 'pop' as it exited, her orgasm was so hard, her pussy lips were still twitching as his cock left them. He knew where he wanted to cum. He flipped her over and pointed his cock at her cute little ass. She grabbed the bed sheets, still in the after throes of orgasm, and John released everything he had.

"ARGGGHHHH" he groaned, as his cock spewed out cum all over her back and ass. He reached down with a hand and grabbed her ass tight, and he focused on shooting his cum around her asshole....the cum ran down into it, and just the feeling of his hot cum in her ass set Jamie off again. Cum was on her back, the back of her thighs, in her asshole, and all over her ass in general.

John stopped. He smacked his dick against her butt a couple times, and collapsed next to her. They lay like that for awhile. John reached over and played with her anus...pushing some of his cum into her butt. Jamie's back stiffened at the unusual feeling of anal play, but she relaxed quickly, and giggled quietly as he amused himself, poking around her ass.

Sex is weird.....he's.....oh!.....poking me in the ass....ha guys are.......awesome....John is awesome....ohhh there he goes again......just stuff that stuff down in my ass.....mmmmm....yeah......more......oh.......god this is soo hot........she moved her ass a little, side to side, in pleasure, while John's finger kept up its work.

Mmmmm yeah......keep it going...........get some more in.......oh.....oh.....is that his....yeah.....second knuckle.....oh........goooOOOood......

His finger was deep in her ass. He pulled it out. Pushed some more cum in her ass, and started stuffing it in. His two fingers took turns, each getting its time in her tight little ass. As the tip of his middle finger touched her anus, she pushed her ass up, encouraging deeper exploration.

She's such a little slut John thought, somewhat affectionately.

"Trying to get a little more in there?" she looked back at him innocently. She glanced at the cum on her lower back. He pulled his finger out, pushed the cum into her hole, and started stuffing it in.

"mmmmmmm" she buried her head in the covers.

She likes having her ass played with. I'm going to remember that. I'm going to stick everything I can up there. John was excited.

When John was done with his amusement, he grabbed his towel and wiped the cum off of her. He invited her to take a shower, which John might have joined, but his legs were still not functioning properly after such a huge orgasm. She did so, and came out clean.

"John....thanks so much.....that was.........was......"

"Dude. Jamie. You were amazing. You're a little nympho." Just like your mom.

Jamie giggled. They sat and talked for a bit....ended up cuddling a little and kissing...but eventually Jamie had to leave. She had to work on some homework she didn't feel like doing, and she hadn't even gotten to the downstairs for cleaning.

"Don't worry about it," John said. "I'll pay for cleaning the whole house. You just did some over-time stuff." Both laughed a little.

She wanted to ask when she could come over again. Suddenly she began to think, what does this mean? Are we in a relationship now? Am I his girlfriend? Did we just "hook-up" or something.... what's up? He seemed totally fine, so she felt silly and clingy asking. So she just kissed him and walked out the door, with him giving her a little pat on the butt on the way out.

John said to himself, Jim would be pissed. I'm getting blowjobs from both his wife and daughter. This is going to get tricky. Jamie's going to want to know where she stands with me. He went back upstairs to his room. I'm sooo glad I left porn on the computer. Hmm. She didn't clean the blinds. She was looking at that video and.......hey......this is not where the video from my office cam was.............Jesus........did she see her mom blowing me? That was the video that was up.....now it wasn't......she saw it I'm sure. I guess you can't see her that well....or me..........hmmmmm....oh well. Deal with it later.

John looked down at the floor. Her panties were still lying there.

"Nice."

To be continued...



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 04



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 4)

Chapter 1

Jamie pulled up to the high school parking lot and found a space. Her homework was going to be late again. Leaving John's place a couple days before, she had been planning on getting to it, but she got on facebook, had a few texts, and next thing you know, her readings on ancient Rome hadn't been read. This had happened three times now, and there was no way to escape the fate of a meeting with her history teacher, a young but demanding and stern teacher named Danielle.

This isn't going to be pleasant she said to herself, and began walking to class.

* * * * * *

Bianca was sitting at her desk. Her mind drifted towards the previous evening's events.

She had gone home from work to her injured husband Jim. His leg and arm were broken. It was difficult for him to move. Other complications had developed, and kept developing. He was moody, on pain killers, and though he had always been tough to get along with, he was now practically unbearable.

He had told her he wanted some sexual attention, pretty bluntly, and, being a good wife, Bianca attempted to oblige. Again. Again, it failed. She stroked it, even tried to suck it....nothing. Her thoughts had embarrassed her. It looks so small. Even puny. Her disheveled, unshaven husband looked down towards her. He had a forest of pubic hair around his soft, lifeless member. Didn't smell too great either.

"Damn meds" Jim muttered. "Don't worry honey, I'll be taking care of you soon enough."

She thought back to earlier sexual acts with her husband, It was fun early on I guess....I just, I wonder what John feels like inside........no.......don't think about that. Life will be back to normal soon enough. Do I have any hickeys on my boobs? I don't think so..... "Hey, would you, um, like to play with my boobs maybe?"

"Nah B, its not the same. If I can't cum what's the point?"

John loves my boobs. He could play with them all day I'm sure. I orgasm just from him playing with them. He's a pig to force me like he does, but god, at least I get some attention somewhere.

And so the night had passed. In bed, at last, she was ready for some rest. Hopefully her husband wouldn't.... "hey," Jim piped up, "fuck, can you get me some water hon? Its such a pain to get up."

Up she got, some water she brought back, Jim guzzled it down and laid back in bed.

Now he's going to have to get up in the middle of the night to pee, always an ordeal, and...ugh..... "Life will be back to normal soon enough"....what if normal sucks?

It had been an interesting evening. Bianca was sitting at her desk. She didn't really like being forced to perform for John, but she wasn't really looking forward to her life with Jim either.

* * * * * *

John was waiting for his appointment, today, with Mark and his wife S....S.....Sarah? He never could remember her name. He had an idea of what he was hoping would happen, but he was going to have to improvise depending on how the situation unfolded. What he was thinking of was kind of hardcore...but...it probably wasn't going to happen, it was just a fantasy anyways. What was it about himself that made him fantasize about such things?.....well, thinking about it made him want to jerk off.

Good thing he had Bianca so he didn't have to do that anymore. Bianca would have to wait though, they should be here any minute.

* * * * * *

Jamie sat through class. Rome this, Rome that. This emperor did this, this emperor did that. She heard about the debauchery of Tiberius and Caligula, which caught her attention. Her teacher Danielle noticed the class perk up when she mentioned Tiberius' madness.

"Yes, some of these emperors got really perverted at points. Tiberius was said to rape boys, girls, men, women, make them his play thing for awhile and then have them cast off the cliffs of his ocean side villa.... Altogether, not a good date (laughter). It seems like many of the emperors descended into sexual perversity, as their power grew. There is a lot of emotional power plays in sexuality, and....well...that's for a different class...anyways...." and she continued.

That's interesting. Maybe I'll read about those guys later...hmm.....I hope John doesn't throw me off a cliff....(she smiled)....raping me wouldn't be terrible though...I wonder if Tiberius and Caligula were hot?.....

"Alright, that's class for today. Turn in your homework and I'll give you back your midterms....some of you did great, some of you, well, I may have to toss you over a cliff.....(brief nervous laughter amongst the students)....well, maybe not that, but I'll have to talk with some of you later." Danielle said, her eyes very serious with the last point. She also looked straight at Jamie.

"Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Jamie....." a friend told her as they all stood up.

"Um, I am so screwed."

Chapter 2

Jamie waited till the others left to minimize her humiliation, and she walked up to Danielle.

Danielle was an attractive african-american woman in her late 20s. She had large D cup breasts that every guy in the school masturbated about. She had a large, round ass women of her ethnic heritage were famous for, and big soft lips. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.

"What happened with that midterm Jamie? It was pretty bad."

"Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and..."

"Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining homeworks, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework."

Jamie was feeling sick in her stomach. "Um, yeah, about that....well...."

"You didn't do your homework? Jamie...uh....just give me what you have." Danielle had her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The homework was not that difficult. It basically just showed you had read the book

.

"Um....well.....again, about that, .......................well..."

"What do you have? ..........Anything?" Danielle was annoyed, and speaking sharply and in an abrupt manner. Jamie felt like crying. She shook her head slightly.

"Nothing at all." Danielle said matter-of-factly. "Alright. I don't see how you can pass this class.

"No! Please Ms. Johnson! My mom....my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and....oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Johnson. Pleassssse..." Jamie begged.

"I can't say you did work you didn't Jamie. Its not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you." Danielle looked straight at her.

"Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just can't...please Ms. Johnson, let me finish the homework, I'll do it, I promise."

Danielle looked at Jamie. There was something about the fear in the eyes, something in her desperate voice. She was a very pretty girl. It was like Danielle had an instinct inside, a huntress instinct...deep inside she felt this girl was easy prey.

There were rumors about Ms. Johnson at school. No boyfriend. The over-all martial demeanor. "She's a dyke" was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Danielle hadn't broken her look at Jamie. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Jamie had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Danielle put her hand out, and lightly brushed away the tears. "Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Jamie looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you." Jamie didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Johnson.....

"Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Johnson, there is no..."

Danielle stiffened up again. "Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?"

"Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!" Jamie exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.

"Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night."

"Okay! Thannkk youuu!" Jamie's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

"See you then Jamie" Danielle said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Danielle sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.

Same reason he did I guess.



Chapter 3

The conversation had not been pleasant. John sat facing the couple in his office. The desk separating them. First of all, it had been a surprise that Mark's wife was that hot. He had money, or at least appeared to, so a gold digger or a trophy wife might be expected, but she was no older than 30, a good 25+ years younger than him. She was on the shorter side, but nicely proportional, and her c-cup boobs looked massive on her. She was blonde with a very pretty face and starry blue eyes, that, though attractive, didn't seem particularly intelligent.

Secondly, it was not so surprising that the accounting had been off.

"Sarah," John began,

"Samantha" she corrected him, for probably the 3rd or 4th time.

"Samantha. The records here show withdrawals from the 2nd, 4th, and 5th accounts, with no explanation given, except, 'miscellaneous expenditures'.................that might work, if you hadn't taken 30 grand. Come on. And the "travel" budget is outrageous. Everything is outrageous. The IRS will have a field day with this."

Mark jumped in with comments on the economy, and how people don't buy futons anymore, and Samantha looked distressed. John spoke to all of it. The answer to a failing business is not avoiding taxes by listing personal expenses as business ones.

"With some shuffling, I might be able to hide your errors" John said, with a sigh.

The Hendricks both looked at John hopefully. They did not possess even close to the abilities he did, when it came to accounting. They looked crestfallen with his next statement though.

"Its risky for me though, and I should have a pay off for it. I mean, I would charge a lot to organize your accounting records, just as a task by itself, let alone hide tax evasion." John stopped talking for a moment. Then said, "Really, if somebody were to report this to the IRS you could see felony charges. I mean this goes back a few years. Its a wonder they haven't caught on to you yet."

"Wha, who would report it? Only.........wait......" Mark looked at John, and John looked back at him.

"We came to you in confidence John, you know we don't have the money we did, or said we did. There's no point in blackmailing us."What a world. I got myself into this mess, what can I say?

"Blackmail? If you go to somebody else, and the IRS comes down on you, I don't want it known that I had access to this and didn't report it."

"Well, what are you getting at?" Mark was waiting for it. He assumed John was going to want an agreement for a share of profits in the company...what else could he want? "You want profit-share?"

"Are you kidding me? No way. Maybe some more....... tangible assets." John looked at Samantha.

"What? Like .....what? Computers?" Mark was really lost. He looked at his wife, who couldn't figure out what John meant. "Do you need a futon?" she asked, in all honesty.

"No! I don't want a futon! I don't want rights to your company! By tangible assets I'm referring to your wife of course!" John didn't understand how these people could have owned and operated a company this long.

"Wha, wha, ...WHAT?" Mark's mouth dropped. Samantha just stared at John. John stared at her, making his intent clear.

She spoke very quietly and soberly......... "You want....me.....to......work as your accountant now?"

John averted his gaze from her to her husband, who, though unbelieving and horrified at what John had said, seemed to be in mental agreement with the accountant that his wife was clearly not helping to forward the conversation.

"What the hell are you talking about?! There's no way I'm giving my wife to you. What does that even mean?" Mark was beginning to become angry. Who is this punk who thinks...

John stood up and walked around the table. "You leave this room, I call the IRS. You don't do what I say, I call the IRS. You do what I say, and give me what I want, and I'll take care of your financial problems. At least the organizational ones. We might even save the company. But as of now, since you don't really have a choice, your wife's ass is mine."

Samantha thought John wanted her to work for him, and was confused, until he walked behind her, and sank his hands into her tits. Then she understood clearly.

"Oh my god! Mark! ..... Mark!.....Do something!" Samantha cried, not that loudly, but definitely with force.

Mark looked at John's hands feeling up his wife's breasts, she was trying to turn away from her assailant, but he was much stronger than her, and his hands continued their groping. Her hands rose to push his away, but he was intent on feeling her up, and there was no way she could stop him.

I brought this on myself. I should beat the crap out of this kid. This kid that's molesting my....wife...... But I'm older now, probably couldn't even do that. She shouldn't be disgraced like this. Look at him.....yanking her shirt open.....my god, I can't just watch her be raped. What should I do? What should I do....think Mark. Think. This is my fault. The guy has to have a heart....but we can't pick up felonies......prison time maybe? I don't know....oh geez he's squeezing her breasts hard, he's going to hurt her if I don't say something....

"Please, John, listen, you can't do this..." Mark weakly put forward....

" 'Please?!?!!!!?' John....get up and do something!" his wife angrily said to him.

John was barely listening to the old man. He forced Samantha up and pulled her toward the couch.... "If you don't let me down, I'll scream!"

"If you do that I'm reporting you, and believe you me, the government won't look kindly on your theft." John said, looking her straight in the eyes.... His mind was fogged over. There was a strange air of eroticism in the room that Mark sensed, Samantha was fighting, and John was being consumed with. His mind fogged over. His annoyance with the couple mixed with his physical attraction to the wife and a sense of power.

"John...please, just let us go, we'll give you money" Mark pleaded.

John didn't care about money. He yanked her blouse all the way open and pushed her down onto the couch. She was quiet, except for indignant exhalations of breath, and quick exclamations of shock when he further encroached on her.

Her blouse was open. Within a minute her bra was gone. Samantha wasn't making much noise, but she was struggling against him. As soon as her boobs started bouncing around in the open, and John was working at her skirt, she seemed to get a hold of herself and changed her tone..... "okay, John, listen, let me go.....we'll take care of OH! (his hand squeezed a tit hard), please...... please don't...... we just, AHH! (he twisted a nipple)...."

He pulled her back up to a sitting position. "This is the only way. Sorry. I'm having my fill."

Mark looked sadly on. His protests had died off. He was concerned by the physical abuse though... "please don't ... don't... (John looked at him angrily).......don't be too rough with her...." Mark said, quietly. He couldn't take his eyes off his wife's domination, she looked sexy, being overcome in a way. Mark didn't even realize that he was noticing it.

"Fuck that. I'll do what I want." John replied hardly towards Mark, tired of interruptions to his prize.

His hands began squeezing her tits. Pinching her nipples. Samantha looked away. He loved how small she was. He picked her up and sat her on his lap easily. This made leaning over and sucking on her tits easier.

Mark closed his eyes. Humiliated. However, doing so only amplified the sounds of John's lips on his wife's skin, and his wife's uncomfortable squeaks and soft cries.

John bit down on her nipple. She opened her eyes wide "OWCH!"....he looked at her boobs and took a swing, slapping one, so that it smacked into the other. Then he smacked the second so it hit the first. This was fun.

Smack.....slap......smack.....slap......smack...... her boobs bounced around from the abuse. He loved the way they jiggled as they were smacked. Samantha's pained expression brought him a strange sense of self-satisfaction.

Samantha was just watching and feeling what was happening. Her husband's lack of action, and her assailant's energy, was overwhelming to her thoughts. The intensity was having an effect on her. It was dawning on her that she was going to need to sexually satisfy this man. The thought hit a submissive note that was deep inside her. She'd never been a leader or fighter, and succumbing to sexual aggression was an almost natural reaction she never would have thought she had, and she didn't, since she didn't recognize or grasp her own feelings.

John's domination of her reflected the same dynamic. He was a leader and a strong man, and his enjoyment of overpowering and taking her, in front of her husband, was a turn-on he didn't fully understand, and certainly didn't control. The atmosphere was highly erotic, and everyone was being taken along in the current.

John grabbed her tits tight, and stood her up. He ripped off what remained of her blouse, and yanked down her skirt. She had on a thong. With no pleasantries he tore those off too, and she stood naked in front of him. She had a patch of hair around her pussy, but it was well groomed. John walked over to his desk, pulling her with him. He sat down on his chair, and forced her to her knees in front of him. Pulling out his cock, he told her to suck it.

Mark groaned in his corner. His dick is huge. I can't believe this is happening, my poor Sam is....man.........that's intense. John was grinding her face into his genitalia, commanding her to lick and kiss it, which she eventually started to do. Mark had a sick feeling in his stomach as he watched his trophy wife being forced to worship another man's cock. Yeah, I've felt that tongue before. It seems like I'm watching a porno. She must feel so degraded. Damn, his cock is getting even bigger. Wait, what's he....... oh god, he's cramming it into her mouth. She can't take that! This has to stop, he's going to....oh my god its going down her throat.....I can hear her choking....she can't take that thing down in her throat like, I've got to say....

"John! You're choking her! This has to stop! Think of...."

"Shut...the fuck...up Mark. I'm going to fuck your wife today, in every way imaginable, and I'm going to do it later too. Umph" He paused and held his cock deep in her throat, feeling the struggle and warm wetness around him, he closed his eyes and relished it, it was so good. The he opened his eyes again and continued, ".....regularly. She may sleep over......keep sucking bitch!.....she may sleep over occasionally at my place too because........yeah, there you go Sam (John liked calling other men's women by their nickname of choice)..........there, look, Mark, she's doing good....lick around the top, yes, just like that, good, that's good. Keep licking.......now suck....lets put it back down your throat. Man Mark, look, she's sucking like a pro....."  




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 04



Look at her....she's trying to take it all. She really does know how to suck a dick. Look, that's a tear in her eye...poor thing....well....it might be the cock down her throat.....there, finally he's pulling that thing out of her throat and....man....look at her suck and lick all over the tip of it.....I can't believe this happened. You would never have imagined earlier today that my wife would be.....oh, right back down her throat again.....he's a horrible man....treating my Sam like that. How dare he call her Sam...wait, what's he doing now.....

John pulled his cock out of Sam's mouth, stood her up, the turned her around and bent her over the desk. He pushed papers out of the way, and, without any preparation, slammed his cock into her pussy. *SHLOP! (the sloppy sound of his entrance could be heard clearly. Her body was wet and ready, even if her mind wasn't) "AAAIGHGHGHHH" she cried out.....John began fucking mercilessly.

There was a knock at the door. Bianca yelled through, "is everything okay in there?" It did not sound like a normal meeting. She listened...it was good soundproofing, but not entire, and she heard a sort of rhythmic slapping sound.......

*slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slapslapslap, slap!

Then John's voice: "Yeah....(*slap, slap, slap)...I'm just fucking Mark's wife Sara......I mean, Samantha! (*slap, slap, slap)" This was followed by a long low, deep, groan from Sam...... "uhhhhhhOOOHHHH"

Bianca was kind of taken aback....Yeah, that kind of sounds like sex in there.... "But where's Mark?" she asked, she hadn't seen him leave....It didn't occur to her at the moment that this exchange was absurd.

*slap, slap, slap, slap "Oh, well, he's in here, but he's just watching..." *slap slap slap "Its alright, he's fine with it! Go back to work B."

That is really, really weird, Bianca thought. Why would Mark...?.....hm....At least Jim isn't like that.

Mark was humiliated. Now that hot secretary knows what's going on...she's going to think I'm a pussy.....I am a pussy....but I can't go to prison.....my manhood is being robbed by this guy. He has me though. He has me by the balls. Oh hell, and Sam has him up to the balls.

God, this son of a bitch , Samantha thought, is....uh .....really .....oh......having.....mm.... the.....uh.... time....agh..... of......his life.....oooh Her thoughts were being broken up by the large cock penetrating her. She tried to get up on her elbows, but John pushed her back down, face to the desk. He's not letting me have any....god he fucks hard....any control at all....I....poor Mark..ooh......he just sits and.... goddddd his dick is big.......ah

John decided to take a new approach. Her pussy was pretty well fucked.

He pulled out, which took Sam by surprise, as she had just gotten used to its presence in her, then lined it up with her little asshole. He pushed at the entrance, and Samantha stiffened and went practically upright, "Whoah!!!"

Mark saw from her actions what was happening. Her eyes widened suddenly, her mouth parly opened, and she had a shocked/dismayed look on her face. Mark felt a sharp pain in his genital region. It was a strange arousal. He bent forward a little, and didn't register the truth: that he wanted her to get ass fucked, hard. He's going to take her ass too. The bastard. I haven't even done that...it could hurt her....

John didn't care about that though. He did care about her being upright, which he didn't like, and he roughly shoved her down over the desk again, her boobs flattening out nicely. His mind cleared, somewhat, momentarily, and an absurd thought popped into his head. He turned to Mark, "this anal penetration will be made a lot easier by the generous contribution of lubricant from pussies like your wife's. It is greatly appreciated." He showed Mark his cock, which was dripping in Samantha's cum. For some reason John was thinking of the little clips after PBS shows that said they were the products of generous contributions from so-and-so and............it was a reach for a joke...and...... the timing was weird, but that was part of it.......and......hell, they didn't get it. John got back to stuffing his cock up her ass.

Mark was shocked, He is clearly unbalanced....but that was.....Is she enjoying this?? Its brutal!

Samantha was in an odd state of mind, he keeps making it a point to humiliate my husband....god, why do I have to get so wet with...well its probably good since...oh no.....he's doing it..........Her mind shut down and she tried to focus on good things, while her asshole started to stretch to try and accommodate the intruder. "Aargh, AIEE......ooohhhhhHHH ARGH..."

She was having a tough time, but John just settled in for the long haul, this asshole was tight. He steadied himself, and pushed as hard as he could. "OOOHHHHH AAGH!!!" Samantha's discomfort was enjoyable to both him and Mark. He pushed and pushed....and pushed.... "Aargggghhhhh....." he had pushed in a few inches. He shifted from foot to foot, took a deep breath, his cock sticking out of her ass in an absurd way. He gave a short thrust, which barely penetrated farther, and Samantha squeaked out an "ooh!" in a breathless, shocked, very cute reaction.

He took her by the hips and, gettting a good grip, pulled her back as he pushed forward.... "AAAGhhhghhhhh ohhhhhhh" Of all the weird things, it was his hands on her hips that really felt good to Sam. He had her firmly. She wasn't going anywhere. When he paused before thrusting, his fingers dug into her skin, and gently massaged her soft hips...which was very pleasant....then the pain in her ass began again, less than it had before, but still sharp.

"Oohhhhhhhh gooddddd that hurts....." Samantha said quietly.....his hands were working her hips again.....

He leaned in....."I don't give a fuck if it hurts Sam. You're getting your ass reamed whether it hurts or not." he whispered back. His hands moving towards her stomach, then up to squeeze her breasts as best he could (they were pinned beneath her)....then heading back to grab her hips again.

"Please, not so hard, not so deep...." she pleaded, very softly....

"Fuck that." He whispered very very softly in her ear... "Harder....deeper.....I'm almost all the way in....and when I am.....(his cock started twitching in her ass—he was enjoying the conversation).....I am going to proceed to....fuck (he punctuated this with a thrust into her bowels)...you ...(another thrust) like a mad(thrust)man...."

Mark couldn't hear what they were whispering. He didn't like that he was out of the loop. Something was going on between John and his wife.

John made another lunge, Samantha made another cry, and he was in balls deep. He stayed true to his word. He reached forward, grabbed a big handful of her hair, and yanked it back as he fucked into her. Her body bent beautifully as her head went back, and her ass went forward. Mark was mesmerized by the sight...

John was in pure delight. Her ass was soooo warm and tight. It felt perfect around his cock. He would stop fucking for a moment and just pull her close to him, his cock engulfed in her ass, then he'd push her forward and begin the fucking anew.

Finally he was ready to cum. "Mark....(panting from the exertion)....I am just about ready to shoot a big ass load in your wife's ass..." John was very pleased to let Mark know the details.

John stiffened, thrust hard, and cum flooded Samantha's ass....she felt his hands tighten like vicegrips on her hips, which she enjoyed, then the weird sensation of the hot, thick fluid being pumped into her bowels occurred. She felt shot after shot of the wet warmth filling her ass..... "oooohhhhhhh" she moaned, and slowly began grinding her ass into the source of the cum.

Mark watched in disbelief as his wife moaned softly and worked her ass back into her rapist's body. She was moving it obviously in pure delight. John just gripped her hips, eyes closed, and ground his cock into her ass. They pushed against each other and moved their hips here and there, for almost a minute, low groans escaping both of them.

John slowly gained his senses back. His cock was still deep in Samantha's ass. Mark was sitting back in the chair, looking at the wall.

"This is the deal Mark." John said. "Look at me."

Mark turned his head to John. John still had a shirt and tie on. His wife was bent over the desk, her head down, panting softly. Her hair a mess, sweat all over her, her eyes closed. John was behind her, his cock buried in her anus. His hands were slowly moving over her body. Absentmindedly, it seemed, he moved a finger around where the shaft of his softening cock was wedged between her butt cheeks.

"Your wife is a hot fuck, and I will easily clean up your financial problems in order to fuck her silly whenever I want." He paused, and Samantha let out a little whining noise, which John silenced with a quick pat to her butt. "I'll also use my extensive costs to cover some of your irregularities, which you won't have to actually pay me financially, but I will be demanding of your wife's body."

John looked at the woman in front of him, and at Mark. "Okay, I'm done." He yanked his cock out of her ass, which evoked a small grunt from Samantha, then pulled her up and pushed her towards her shed clothing. She walked towards them and started dressing on shaky legs. Cum was running out of her ass.

Quietly, Mark and Samantha exited John's office.

Bianca looked at the couple: Mark looked dark and, somehow, older....Sam just looked disheveled, but....not quite as down........She was quick to understand that the situation wasn't perhaps too dissimilar from her own..........Am I working for..........a serial rapist? She asked herself.

As the couple opened the door to leave, John poked his head out of his office.

"Glad you came to me guys. A lot of other accountants will charge you up the butt." He had that fun-loving grin on his face again.

To be continued...



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 05



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 5)

Chapter 1 

There was a light knock on the door, and Danielle opened it to the evening air. A pretty girl was standing in the door, her backpack—with laptop, notebooks, and a couple history books packed into it—was swung over her shoulder. Danielle looked at her teenage student for a moment with a smile.

Very nice legs...she thought to herself as she looked down at the girl's tanned calves and lower thighs. Cute black short skirt, white blouse...wish another button was undone....but the cleavage is looking good so far. Hmm. Looks like she's not the only one doing some studying tonight...I may take a crash course in anatomy..... "Hey Jamie, good to see you. Come on in."

Jamie was a little thrown off by the slight pause before the friendly greeting, and the awkward scan Danielle had made of her outfit. Yeah, she either isn't too happy with my skirt or is way too happy with it Jamie thought to herself, remembering the rumors she'd heard in school about this teacher. The teacher was clearly in her slouching gear: a light blue sweatpants/sweatshirt combo that was a little more form fitting than normal, but nothing sexy. Still, her large D cup breasts and perfectly round ass were clearly present and accounted for.

"Welcome to my humble abode. There are some chips and drinks on the table. Feel free to help yourself. Bathroom is around the corner, first door on the right."

"Thanks, ...you have a nice apartment" Jamie replied, looking at the abstract paintings that adorned her wall. Maybe three of them. It should have been too much for a smaller living room, but it worked, and Danielle's love of art was clear. There were art and art history books all over her shelf. Her teacher gave a slight, "thanks but its nothing to be too proud of nod" nod and decided to get things rolling.

"Well, let's jump into this. We know why you're here. I really should, and could, give you a failing grade on this class Jamie. You have not done the work as you should have. You have done poorly on the tests. We need to be clear about that. What I am doing is purely voluntary, and though I'm happy to, and am looking forward to our times together, I insist that you do exactly as I say."

Jamie gave a few small nods of her head that indicated some degree of shame and perfect understanding of the situation. They began going through various topics that they had dealt with the previous week, and though Jamie was occasionally embarrassed by ignorance regarding earlier readings that she hadn't done, things that had been talked about in class seemed to have stuck in her mind, and Danielle quickly got the impression that, although Jamie didn't like reading history, she seemed to pay attention to her when she taught in class, which was something, at least.

They ended up discussing what Rome took from Greece, culturally, as well as some of the contributions Rome had left the world, and went over this or that battle, which Jamie wasn't all that interested in, and frankly, neither was Danielle, but the student gradually became comfortable with the teacher, and they were having a pretty good time. When they began discussing certain aspects of ancient Roman culture, they began to have some conversations that were very interesting to both of them.

"So girls got married, like, before they were 15?" Jamie asked....she was feeling a little warm, so she quietly undid another button on her blouse while Danielle was looking down at a book.

"Yes, often they married somebody much older than themselves, since it took awhile for men to come to the point where they could support a family, and there was such a high infant-mortality rate that women needed to have a lot of kids to make sure the parents would be provided for in their old age. It was pretty common all over the ancient world." Danielle explained, instantly noticing the opened shirt, and the fairly deep cleavage Jamie had revealed. Hmmmm.....about time.... 

"Okay, like, I could see marrying an older guy, in theory" Jamie started to say, thoughts of John skipping through her mind, though marriage was not on her list of priorities, she understood that in somebody else's shoes it might make sense.... "but I don't get the whole, creepy, marrying-14-year-olds thing for the guys"

"Yes, I get what you're saying, some elements of life back then were weird. But that's the way it was, especially in the lower-rungs of society. Wealthier people were a lot more like us in that way.....but they were different in other ways too..... our society sees their lives as a lot more 'decadent' for example. They were always having orgies, and eating all the time, and having orgies while eating, and doing all sorts of weird stuff." Danielle commentated, thinking about all sorts of debauchery she had read about powerful men and lecherous women taking part in, and their various sexual escapades. It always stirred her. I'm going to show you what decadent is in a second, Jamie.

"Yeah, like what you were saying about Tiberius and what's-his-name.....Calignus or something or other." Jamie crossed her legs, and her skirt rode up her thigh.

"Caligula, yes." Danielle corrected, with a smile. He was her favorite emperor. And that thigh looked tempting.

Jamie kept going: "I think it would be weird to be a servant or something....what if they just decided to have you or whatever? Like, just grabbed you and started, you know, doing whatever they wanted?" Danielle shifted in her seat a little, and Jamie continued "....that would be awkward....like, one moment you're just working, next moment you're like, having some creeper all up on you......" Jamie said. Inside she was thinking, John can get all up on me anytime I'm working. Hmmm...I wonder if Caligula's female servants ever enjoyed his attentions..............if he was hot enough I probably would.......... Jamie leaned forward a little to look at a picture of a bust of Caligula, and Danielle was treated to a nice view of Jamie's bust, in turn.

"Well, I guess it might seem weird....but you know, they were the most powerful men in the world, and some women didn't seem to mind." Danielle sat a little closer to Jamie, "Roman Senators' wives were constantly carrying on affairs in that society. Particularly with decadent emperors...."

"Wow, well, I guess I can get that," and as she spoke, Jamie stretched, her back arching beautifully, her breasts proudly standing out. She spoke in the middle of the stretch, "Who knows? If he made a move on me I might.....oh, hey...." Danielle had placed her hands on Jamie's shoulders and was gently massaging them. It took Jamie by surprise......but it felt good. Jamie thought to herself, Alright, went from scary/cool teacher to awesome teacher, in one second. Good job Danielle.

"What," Danielle said, enjoying the feeling of her student's soft skin, even through her thin blouse, "you would carry on an affair with Caligula? Pretty brave, kid." She was pushing her thumbs into Jamie's back, while gently gripping her shoulders. While she spoke, she moved her hands forward a little, up and over the shoulders, then she started running her fingers down and back up Jamie's soft skin—right below the girl's neck. Her hands went over her collarbone a little, than back up, then back down,.slowly, firmly pushing in.............she was doing a good job.

Jamie rolled her head around, enjoying the treatment, and repositioned herself so she was sitting with her back a little more towards her teacher. Danielle moved over and brought a leg up on the couch and around Jamie, so that Jamie's back ended up resting against her. Danielle's breasts pressed up against her young student. Her hands moved up and around Jamie's neck, her thumbs pressed in firmly where Jaime's neck met her head.....and Jamie loved it.

"Mmmmmm......well.....I wasn't thinking an affair really, I was just thinking if I was a servant girl or something...." Ummm... Jamie thought, this conversation is actually getting a little weird......I think I'll keep my thoughts to myself on this ma......

"Oh I see. The most powerful man in the world finding you desirable" Danielle's hands moved down her student's neck, one resting on her left shoulder, her right hand falling quite low on the chest, the thumb lazily drawing circles between, and right above, Jamie's breasts. ".....yeah, it might be a bit of a turn on. I bet he'd be all over you, actually." Danielle leaned a little closer and said these words quietly.

Jamie laughed a little, and put her head back, as Danielle's left hand continued massaging near her neck. "Well, I'd like to think he would, but he probably could have whoever he wanted..." I'm diggin the massage, but her hand is pretty close to my boobs there...but whatever. She's been chill...I don't know what I found scary about her at all.

Danielle's right hand moved, slowly, a little lower, and her little finger dropped down and gently felt the top of Jamie's left breast, pressing ever so slightly into the soft skin. Her eyes closed as she felt the highschooler.... it was perfect. She breathed out softly, and with a low voice, "I think if he had his choice, he would take you......I know I would...." and her hand lowered itself to Jamie's boob and squeezed it lightly.

Jamie whipped around to face her teacher. Danielle's eyes opened quickly. Jamie saw them instantly change from warm and kind to stern and business-like; her hand was still on the girl's breast, but the squeeze had changed,in some weird way, like her eyes had, from a passing touch to a firm grasp. "Wha....wha...............What are you doing......?" Jamie breathlessly asked, her eyes shifting from her teacher's determined face down to her determined hand, which had taken possession of Jamie's boob. She started to breathe quickly, nervously, her breasts rising and falling.

The firm grasp softened slightly, and started kneading its object of interest, and when Jamie's hands raised up to grasp her teacher's arm, trying to push it away half-heartedly, the grasp became insistent, and wouldn't be moved. I don't want to offend her, but what's she want? Is she going to...like...attack me?? She can't. She won't. She'll lose her job, she knows that.

"Listen......I...uh....I know we were getting along and all...." Jamie started saying, incredibly distracted by her teacher's unwavering, direct eye contact, and the hand that was groping her "...and, you're really, really cool. I've had fun, but.......um....I didn't know you were a lesbian," at this point Jamie tried to push Danielle away, but her teacher's left hand circled around Jamie's back and pulled her close, her other hand had left Jamie's breast and was very slowly moving down, finding another button on her blouse, pausing, and starting to undo it...

"Mmhm. And?" Danielle replied, not adding anything else. She broke her stare at Jamie and lowered her eyes to her student's chest.

Jamie didn't know what to do for sure. Her teacher had replied just like she was replying to one of Jamie's excuses for not doing any homework. A sort of been-there-done-that tone that implied she knew what she was doing and didn't need this conversation since she knew what was going on already. "And......look....I'm not comfortable with this. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not bi-curious or whatever." The button came undone, the offending hand reached down to the next, and Jamie looked down towards it, then back up at her teacher, desperately, "Danielle, I'm not a lesbian."

"Really? Yeah, I figured as much. That's okay, no worries." the very attractive, dark-skinned woman said to her student—like she had dealt with this situation a thousand times before. Like Jamie was making excuses that didn't need to be made. Then she added, with a smile, "I'll enjoy you enough for the both of us."

Then she leaned in and brought her lips to Jamie's.

Chapter 2

Jamie closed her lips tight, and Danielle's started a gentle but consistent attack in retaliation for the non-cooperation. Danielle kissed her student's lips once, then twice, quickly, and then planted her lips on the girl's for a good long, sustained attempt. Her hands, moved from the embrace to quickly and deftly undoing the remaining few buttons on Jamie's shirt, while Jamie haplessly held her teacher's wrists, making a sorry attempt to keep the hands from doing their work.

The groping of the breast had been a demand for sex. That demand not being answered in the positive, there was a declaration of war, and Danielle had begun the battle.

Jamie was confused and unsure of herself. This was so unexpected. She had a dozen disconnected thoughts running through her mind, and the overflow of physical sensations was as overpowering as Danielle's body. The determined hands working away at her clothing, the large soft lips that were so aggressively enjoying her own, the feel of her teacher's breaths against her upper lip and nose were regulated and under control, but nonetheless felt passionate. She could hardly concentrate on fighting Danielle's hands when her teacher's lips were trying to get her to open her mouth, with the occasional flick of her tongue showing that she was not satisfied with simple kisses. Her shirt was undone and being pushed off her shoulders before she even realized it was happening. The kissing was really throwing her off. She was a step behind her teacher because of it. Her eyes closed, as the teacher was just too close...

Danielle was pleased. She looked at this like she was besieging a city or fighting a war. She opened her campaign against her opponent with a surprise assault on her mouth, but she compounded the confusion by beginning an attack from an unexpected direction, and, before the defender could react, she was attacking somewhere else. First the buttons to the blouse were undone, and when Jamie's hands went to frantically fumble away at redoing them, the blouse was being pulled off her shoulders, and when her hands went to find her blouse to pull it back on, her skirt was being hiked up to expose her pink thong, but in the time it took for a hand to start pulling the skirt back down to cover herself, her bra was off and gone. Slowly but surely the girl was being undressed, and Danielle was happy about her progress.

She was a great multi-tasker, and working away at Jamie was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and she was going at it like a project that needed to be done. She was very efficient.

The bra was gone, and the breasts were ready to be enjoyed, but there was no need to divide the attack yet. The forceful kissing was Jamie's primary defense concern, since it was direct contact with her body, but since her clothes being steadily removed was not as jolting to the senses, her brain was slower to react to that affront.

The blouse was open and all the buttons, soon enough, undone. Shortly, it was almost entirely pulled off, just the sleeves were stuck at the elbows. Danielle switched to having both hands do different tasks. One pulling the blouse off her student's shoulders and the other alternating between pulling her skirt up by the legs, and down by the waist, confusing Jamie's reaction. Danielle's eyes were still closed, but she was concentrated and had complete control of the situation, but Jamie was just reacting to different stimuli....she didn't stand a chance.

But at the moment, most of all, Danielle wanted her tongue to penetrate her target's mouth....since she felt that would be a lot for Jamie to process.....and she really enjoyed kissing...... so she decided on a different approach to the problem: to try and divert and shock her student enough to gain entry. She immediately reached down between Jamie's legs and cupped the young student's pussy, through her thong, with her hand, getting a few gentle rubs in on her clitoris with a thumb. Jamie jumped, her hands shot down to grab the offending hand's wrist and pull it away from her most private of places, and both her eyes and mouth opened in shock.

Lunging at the opportunity, Danielle's tongue entered Jamie's mouth. Her head tipped slightly, and their lips locked.. It was a job well done, and the reward was well worth the work. Danielle pushed in with delight. Her tongue explored every part of her young opponent's mouth, and sought out her tongue to engage and play with.

Her hand left Jamie's genitals, and moved up her body. Her other hand joined the journey and midway up her torso they began a firm push, which Danielle leveraged with her whole body. This took magnificent coordination and concentration. As Jamie's body fell back, Danielle's followed it, not breaking the kiss at all, in fact fighting Jamie's attempts at liberating her mouth while she did it. She then moved her legs between Jamie's, spreading them with her own. As she did that, her hands continued up Jamie's body, and ended up cupping her face, lightly stroking by the ears, and following her soft jaw line, and feeling her hair.

Jamie could barely think now. Her hands were weakly grabbing at her teacher's sweatshirt, of no use at all. The tongue in her mouth was overwhelming. It felt good, there was no denying it. She just didn't want to be made to feel good in this way by another woman....especially forcefully. But these weren't linear thoughts in her mind. Everything was scattered.

Of all the senses, Jamie's hearing was the most focused at the moment, and it latched onto one sound that made an impression on her, emotionally. Thoughts flooded her mind because of it. As Danielle forcefully and passionately made out with her victim, the teacher took a single, very slow and drawn out, quiet, but strong breath. It was a deep inhale, and light, light exhale, as she kissed. It sounded so contented, like a hard day's work was done, and now she could relax and enjoy herself. It sounded pleasured, like she was experiencing a wonderful massage after a difficult and enduring struggle. It sounded like relief, like she was finally getting to eat after starving the whole day.... and even if what she got was a little, it was the most delicious thing she'd ever had. Jamie felt, more than she understood these things, and it made her, though she didn't want to have sex with this woman, understand that trying to stop this would be a fight, and how that fight had gone already was an indication that she wouldn't win.

Danielle broke the kiss, finally, and raised herself up so she was kneeling above her student, her hands moving to hold down Jamie's. She was looking directly at her, the hard, stern look replaced by the kind, warm, almost motherly one. Then she let go and raised her hands up to herself and pulled off her sweatshirt.

Her body was amazing. Very athletic, but not too muscular, she had the hint of abs, a tight waist, large, soft, fantastic looking d-cup breasts, without a bra, but with dark brown nipples and large, dark aureoles. Her arms had slight muscular development, but not too much. Jamie knew she didn't stand a chance against this woman physically.

"That was quite a fight you put up there," Danielle said, smiling slightly, she crossed her arms under her large, awesome-looking tits. "I probably still have a little work cut out for me, but I'm going to make out with you some more and hopefully won't have to fight. Okay?"

Jamie was exhausted, and making out might be the best rest she could have. I can not hold her off, like, she is way built, what am I going to do? She's not stopping. She's, like, not going to stop. I'm going to take a break. Make out. Then try to keep her away from having me.......all the way. She's such a dyke bitch but.....thank god she's not one of the ugly ones.....I think I'll.. "Listen....." Jamie started to say, trying to catch her breath, "I won't tell anybody about this, just let....." oh here she comes again and "Mmmmmhhhmmmmphhhhh" Jamie made muzzled sounds as her teacher reengaged her mouth. She wasn't even going to try to fight. While her hands lay limp at her sides, her teacher's lips were kissing her own, eating them up it seemed. When Danielle's lips were done, they would settle into a lock on the girl's mouth, which reluctantly and tiredly opened for her, and her tongue would enjoy its stay and lick and touch Jamie's.




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 05



Danielle was pleasantly surprised to find an ever so slight movement of Jamie's tongue, just responding, a very little, to the ministrations of her own. She's even a better kisser than John. Man, this really isn't too bad. But I'm not letting her....Jamie thought. And so she continued to think, and for the next 10 minutes, they just lay there, kissing.

Danielle really started to get turned on. Jamie's skirt was pulled part way down her thighs, her thong exposed completely, her blouse was completely open and barely on at all, while her bra was tossed on the ground, leaving her breasts on full display. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were closed, her hands were raised slightly in the air, and her legs and feet were moving a little this way and that, as her teacher continued to kiss her deeply.

Her teacher, wearing only some sweatpants, which were already beginning to sink lower on her body, the top of her perfect ass being brought slightly in view, was starting to move her hands over her young victim's body. Her hips began pushing her crotch against Jamie's, grinding away...

Danielle finally broke her kiss. She leaned over and nibbled on the girl's ear a bit, and said quietly, "Alright, time to move on to your boobs, girl." Jamie let out a slight protest, a mix of "no" and a little feminine grunt, which really turned her teacher on.

"God you're so hot..." Danielle muttered, practically to herself, "it's on."

She dropped down to Jamie's boobs, and started kissing between them, planting licks on their inner-sides. Her tongue began tracing the outline of Jamie's left breast. She tongued underneath, where it lay on her chest, her nose pushing into the soft tit as she continued her path around its circumference. As soon as she was back at the top, she began kissing around the same path, but closer in. Jamie was frustrated. She didn't want this, but it felt so good. "Danielle.....you know you shouldn't do this.....please Danielle......" Jamie pleaded, her attacker not saying a word, just continuing her kisses to the underside of Jamie's breast, then commencing gentle bites underneath it,

"OOOhhhhhhh......AHHHhhhhhh......OOHHHhhhhh" while Jamie moaned, her knees tried to buckle together, laying on the couch, but Danielle had placed her knees on the inside of Jamie's legs, and when she flattened herself out, she spread Jamie's legs wide, which instinctively filled Jamie with feelings of openness and vulnerability. Danielle's mouth made its way back to the top of the boob, then her tongue began its much shorter path around her breast—just its tip circled her small aureola, brushing up against the long nipple. "Aah! Ah! Ooooohhhhhhhh...." Jamie exclaimed, a wave of pleasure sweeping over her. Danielle switched over to her other nipple, sucking on it with relish.

Damn I love girls, Danielle thought to herself, Especially younger ones. And straight ones.

She had taken her target's mouth, and was now in the process of enjoying her tits, but she had no illusions. Both her pussy and ass were going to be a fight, but the indications that Jamie was enjoying the attention to her boobs meant her resolve was weakening. Danielle was definitely loving this conquest. She sat up and looked at Jamie's body. It was delicious.

Jamie looked up at Danielle's imposing figure, and said very quietly, "That felt good,"

Danielle interrupted with, "of course it did."

Not stopping, Jamie continued, "but I don't feel comfortable with more than what's happened and..."

"You weren't comfortable with me touching your breast almost an hour ago, and now you are," Danielle said, "I'm comfortable with sucking on your tits some more, so let's do that, before I get to your pussy."

Her hands went down to Jamie's body, and grabbed her right boob, squeezing it so the nipple was popping out invitingly, then she lowered her head down to the girl's chest and started sucking away on it.

Suck, suck, suck, suck...*pop* (nipple leaving mouth)...lick, lick, liiickkk, slurp...mmph (nipple going back in) suck, suck, suck, suck

Her hands were gently squeezing and massaging Jamie's boob as the sucking continued.

"Now........uhh.........Danielle............I...I didn't want you to, uh..." Jamie said, trying to deal with the feelings of her tits responding to her teacher's tongue.

Suck, suck, suck, suck....*pop* (Danielle looked up at Jamie for a second, then lowered her head back down to her tits), lick, lick, lick, lick.....nibble....

"AH! I..." Jamie was a little thrown off by the awesome feeling of teeth slightly pressing in on her nipple, but she continued, "...I just want you to know, that, like, uh.....I didn't want you to touch me, like, sexually, but since you have, if you stop now..."

nibble, nibble, lick lick, nibble.........pause....... (Danielle didn't even look up) "That's not gonna happen Jamie." ........slurrp, suck, suck, suck, suck

"Ooohh, okay, okay, but if you just, like, do whatever with my boobs, or we can make out or something, I'll...uh.....I won't say anything to....anybody.....just....don't...."

suck, suck, suck, *pop*..... "You're not going to say anything." Danielle said, matter-of-factly.

She then left Jamie's breasts and begin kissing her way down her torso, her fingernails gently scratching down Jamie's sides.

"OH! Hey, hey, I will say something...like, to my mom, my principal, everybody, I swear it....."

Danielle continued down her body, not saying anything. Kissing her around her belly softly

. "Everybody will know that you're a dyke that, like, rapes people and stuff" Jamie said, her confidence growing. Danielle kissed her belly button, then started kissing her way lower.

Jamie's confidence was short-lived. Her teacher wasn't listening at all. She tried one more time, "Danielle.......really...uuuhhh (the offending lips were at the top of Jamie's thong)....I'll scream right now, call cops..like...."

Danielle pushed her face into Jamie's crotch, smelling arousal and feeling dampness........unbelievably sexy. "Mmkay. You do whatever you want," Danielle muttered a little, and then continued nuzzling between the teen's legs.

Jamie thought about it briefly.....I don't want the cops to come, mom to know...... Everybody at school will like, figure out Danielle, like, had my clothes off and was, like, molesting me and stuff......ohhhhhhhh god she wants me..........I gotta get away, I can't scream.

Jamie started pushing with both hands against Danielle's head, keeping her from her target.

Hmm she's still got some fight in her. Figured as much. Knew she wouldn't scream though. Danielle engaged her previous tactic. She distracted her opponent. Moving her hands around Jamie's soft ass, she used her index finger to forcefully start pushing into the girl's anus.

"Ohhhh! Not my ass!!!"......uh....she's uh....god its going in....

Jamie stopped defending her pussy and reached back around to stop the penetration into her ass, at which point Danielle used her teeth to pull the thong aside, and triumphantly stuck her tongue up into the girl's pussy!

......She loved Jamie's taste!! Danielle had had her fill of pussy in her life, but this was top notch. Well worth the sustained assault. As Jamie froze, Danielle's tongue went deep, and started circling and probing inside the teenage girl's warm, wet tunnel. Jamie's grip on the hand, whose finger was just inside her ass, loosened up, allowing it to continue burrowing, and moved towards the head that was between her legs. Jamie wasn't even conscious of her hands' movement. She lay her head back, the only thing in her mind was the feeling of the tongue moving softly, but insistently, in her pussy, and the determined finger circling in, and now gently exploring her tight ass. Her hands found their way to the back of Danielle's head, and out of their own volition began pulling it in.

"Mmmmmhmmmm" Jamie moaned as she was perfectly violated.

Danielle left off her tonguing of the teenage pussy in front of her and looked up at Jamie's closed eyes and open mouth. "Here we go. This is what you needed huh?"

Jamie looked down, tiredly, at the face between her legs. Danielle's question was obviously rhetorical, by its motherly, kind tone, and after making eye contact, the teacher lowered her head back down between her student's legs. Jamie watched her teacher's large, soft lips close over her pussy, sucking her labia up into her mouth, and gently chewing. Jamie gave up control of her body. She was done. The war was over. Now the pillaging would begin.

The finger behind her was probing her ass, getting deeper and deeper slowly.

"Ooooohhhhhh......I love........I...I like having my ass.............love having that done.....feels sooo....mmmmmmm"

Jamie wanted to move her ass back into the finger, but the licking in front was equally delightful. Danielle's lips were firmly sucking on her labia. *Slup, slup, slup, slup.......smack, mmm slup slup slurp....and Jamie, in response, was moaning and groaning with every penetration and caress.

Danielle came up for breath and said, "your ass hmm? Let's see what we can do about that..."

The teacher turned her student over and removed her finger, only to replace it with her tongue, which pressed down firmly, and began circling the girl's anus, probing it here and there, evoking delighted sighs and cries from its owner. "Ah!.......Oh!.......mmmmmmaaaahhhhH!........damn......ohh....... Danielle....ooh, lick it, lick.........yeeessss....."

Jamie didn't know what to make of what was happening. It was almost like she couldn't stop the words coming from her mouth. Her orgasm was near, and her body was in full pursuit. I don't want this woman doing this....I don't......it feels...so....damn.....good..........I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't wan......ooooohhhhhh-- her body finally achieved its goal, and an orgasm washed over her young body as the tongue in her ass got as deep as it could.

"AAAGH, OHHHH, AAAAAAGGHHhhhhhh OHHH" the girl cried....

Danielle was having the time of her life. As the girl came, her asshole was contracting slightly, and she could fully feel the effect her tongue was having on the teen. It was very satisfying. She pulled her tongue out and kissed and nipped all around her butt cheeks, before spreading them again and returning her tongue to its task, and Jamie's reluctant delight. Her tongue circled her anus, then licked it, with accompanied sounds by Jamie, once ("ahhhhhh"), twice ("mmm"), and then a multitude of short quick flicks from the tip ("AH"--Jamie let out a sharp sigh, then, with eyes closed, bit down on her lower lip and gripped the couch tightly, while her teacher continued). Her tongue swirled around the pleasured spot, then dipped back in, pushing deep into her thoroughly pleasured ass. Danielle's fingers gripped down into Jamie's soft butt cheeks as she started moaning from the pure pleasure of seeing her student's unwilling response.

"Mmmmmm," the teacher's muffled moan reached Jamie's ears, followed by soft growls as she nuzzled her face into the teen's hole, trying to get her tongue deeper and deeper. Her sounds aroused Jamie even as her own sounds had aroused Danielle. But eventually the teacher was ready for more. She massaged Jamie's ass as her tongue slowly pulled out, and began caressing the sensitive spot once again.

"Okay girl, time for you to pull your weight here" Danielle said, matter-of-factly.

Chapter 3

"Wha.....what are....mm....you....." Jamie muttered quietly and nonsensically, as she recovered from the relaxed after effects of her climax. She was in a haze as she was turned over by the strong black woman, who proceeded to remove her sweatpants, and place her knees and powerful thighs on both sides of Jamie's head, her shaved pussy ready to descend.

Jamie snapped to attention. Wait, she's......whoah.....no way. No way. This isn't happening. "You're good at what you do Danielle, but its wrong, and my body....look...." Jamie said, but as her teacher's genitalia began coming down towards her face, she changed her tone to desperate, "Danielle! Don't make me do this, I am not going to enjoy this because, listen, Daniellepleasedon'tdon'tdon't..mmmphhhhhhhhhhh"

Danielle's pussy apparently made a convincing argument, as it silenced Jamie's dissent abruptly.

"I pleasured you, you pleasure me. Come on.:" Danielle reasoned with her victim, "Come on." She sat her pussy down on Jamie's face, and, not feeling any tongue, began grinding. "You don't have a choice Jamie. Do it." Danielle felt her pussy move over her chin, lips, nose, forehead, then back the opposite way. Finally it settled on the girl's mouth. The target was shifting as Jamie moved her head to either side to avoid its unwanted duty, but Danielle held the girl's head still and covered her mouth with pussy.

Jamie held her mouth shut tight, her hands involuntarily going up to Danielle's ass, trying to push her away, then just settling to hold onto it as her face was smothered in the folds of her teacher's snatch.

Danielle sat on the girl's face, waiting. Getting impatient, she rolled her eyes slightly, then reached behind her and pinched Jamie's nipple.

"MMMMPPHH!" Jamie silently screamed, not opening her mouth.

Another hard pinch, with a twist.

Jamie grimaced, but held her ground stubbornly. Danielle frowned, reached farther back, and pinched Jamie's labia—hard.

"AAAIIEE!! OKAY! Okay. I....mmphhhhhhphh..." Jamie's speech of surrender was interrupted by the impatient pussy of her teacher. Her mouth opened up, and was filled with soft, wet, warm pussy lips.

"Therrrrre we go.......good girl" Danielle said warmly. She felt a slight tugging sensation as Jamie began eating her pussy. Her young, hot mouth was very timidly sucking on what had been presented it. "Good girl," Danielle repeated, closing her eyes and pulling Jamie's head deeper into her crotch. "Just needed to be shown who was in charge" Danielle mused, her voice growing deeper. "Start working that tongue Jamie."

Jamie obediently dipped her tongue into the wetness that was all over her face. She'd never tasted a girl's cum before, and she didn't really care for it. But the warm wet softness of the pussy was pleasant, actually. No wonder John likes going down on me so much. She heard the vocal change with the woman dominating her, and the knowledge that her mouth was arousing her stoic teacher was.....well, there was something hot there.

As a tongue, virgin to a woman's pussy, cautiously explored the new phenomenon, Danielle moaned quietly....she loved this timid first attempt at lesbian oral pleasure. She's alright Danielle thought to herself, her tongue is really............alright......hmm..............

Jamie began trying some of the things John did to her, licking up and down the slit, chewing softly on the lips, sticking the tongue in and circling it around. Danielle was feeling so good, that she smashed her pussy down towards the mouth that was pleasuring it, trying to get more pleasure out of the source, Jamie could hardly breathe......desperately she began grabbing at Danielle's ass.

"OH you're good. OH you're damn good girl..." Danielle groaned as she pushed herself onto her student. "What? Can't breathe? Okay, hold up."

She settled off of her student, allowing Jamie's tongue to rest. "Alright, you know how to eat pussy. I'm going to lay back, and you're going to get down and eat me out. If you try to make a run for it, I will smother you again. Okay?"

Jamie nodded. Danielle leaned back and put her arms behind her head, waiting expectantly.

Jamie leaned forward, got on her knees, and put her face into Danielle's lap, her ass rising in the air, which was cute. She then went to work. First she kissed around her target for a little.

"Mmhmm. Getting used to it? Go on," Danielle murmured, thrusting her hips up at her young victim, "Get down in there."

Jamie obeyed quietly, licking up and down the slit. "Mmmmmmm, that's good..." Danielle said, almost contemplatively. The tongue dipped in between the lips and kept going up and down. "Ohhhhhhh, yes.......yes....." Danielle hissed. Finally, Jamie just closed her mouth down over Danielle's wetness and just sucked and slurped and munched all over. "AAGH, YEAH! Oh you're...OH!....you're such a little bitch. OH! You're my little bitch" Danielle exclaimed, looking down at the teen laying between her legs. The teacher's face was twisted from pleasure into a cute frown, she was humping the girl's face, riding it. With one hand she grabbed a handful of Jamie's silky hair and using that to hold her head steady, and started moving her pussy all over Jamie's mouth, enjoying every lick, every kiss, every nibble, and every feeling of complete power that was building in her.

Stiffening, Danielle spoke, haltingly, "alright girl....mmm......love your little white......mmmmmmm....alright. I'm going to turn around and I want you to lick around my ass. I don't like my ass being penetrated though, okay.....mmm......Just lick around......" as she said this, she slowly turned over, and again obediently, Jamie dipped her tongue into the cleft presented to her.

Jamie was grossed out, even though she liked having her own ass played with. But she did her job, and licked around her teacher's asshole. It was light, and around the edges, but apparently that's all Danielle wanted. In a few minutes her teacher came. It was interesting, she twitched, and she gripped her hands into fists, but she was very quiet, just making humming noises. "mmmmmm.....yeahhh..mmmmmmmhmmmmm mmhmm. Mmmmmmm" her eyes were closed and she was moving her hips in slow circles, enjoying her orgasm.

Finally Danielle returned to the universe, and looked at Jamie. I love that wet feeling around my ass after its been rimmed.....mmm...oohh look at this girl. Danielle had felt completely dominant, as she was. She could be harsh and uncaring, but she looked at Jamie, and Jamie was bothered. She'd done things that were gross to her, and though she had been turned on, when the horniness faded, she was left with a sad feeling that she had been violated, taken advantage of, and abused. Perversely, this turned on Danielle in her own way. She felt motherly. She wanted to be less aggressive but still sexual. She felt bad for the girl, but not bad at all for what had happened.

"Come over here Jamie," she said to her student, which was odd, since they were on the same couch, but Jamie moved closer, as she assumed that's what she meant. "Listen, you've been good. You made your teacher feel good. That's good. You can suck on my breasts now."

This was just weird. Jamie was completely confused. She didn't want to, and she didn't know why Danielle had said that, but her teacher's insistent hands moved to Jamie, and pulled her down towards her chest. In almost a cradling posture, Jamie was positioned so Danielle's large tit, with its huge aureola and thick nipple were positioned in sucking range. Knowing she had to anyways, Jamie's mouth closed over the nipple and started to suck.

"Good.........Good............you've had such a long night......" Danielle quietly said, stroking Jamie's hair away from her face, and running a thumb down her cheek. Jamie closed her eyes and continued to suckle. She didn't have any thought in her mind at all. In a strange way, it was soothing for Jamie. After being held down, and forcefully penetrated, and made to do all sorts of obscene things, this particular action was rather peaceful, and maybe it brought to her senses some distant memory of being an infant, but either way, she was obedient, and sucked.

"Mmmhmm......poor thing......your teacher has been so tough on you" Danielle said, quietly. Her nipple was being tugged at lightly, and the feeling was very pleasant. She had Jamie switch to the other breast after a while, and the sucking continued. Finally, Danielle felt Jamie was fine, and indicated she should get up.




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 05



"Go ahead and put your clothes on," Danielle said. They both got dressed. Jamie couldn't look at her teacher. She felt confused. "Well, if you ever get the feeling that you might be into girls, I'm here. Also, we do need to get studying done, so you can come back when we schedule again, and we'll try to keep the sex minimal, okay?" Danielle stated, in perfect teacher mode, like they had just finished some normal study session.

Jamie couldn't say anything. All she could taste was her teacher's genitalia. It was weird. Jamie decided I don't know what to make of this or what to do. John is smart. I'll ask him. He'll know. I don't think he'll judge me for what happened at all. This was so so weird. I thought Danielle was cool too...and.....this is way too much to process.

"Well," Danielle said, moving her hand down to get a quick little helping of Jamie's ass, which caused an appropriately startled jump. "We do need to keep studying. I believe we were talking about how the emperor Caligula would have totally enjoyed you....haha I guess I have a lot in common with that emperor" I would love to have been in his shoes.....or sandals....whatever Danielle thought to herself, I would have a girl like Jamie every night. Maybe several at once. Maybe....

Jamie, unexpectedly, had a question come to mind that she was very interested in the answer to: "Whatever happened to him anyways?.... Caligula?"

Danielle didn't see the question coming at all, and she certainly didn't like the answer. There was a pause, and Danielle looked very intently at her student. Then led her out to the porch.

"I don't remember," she said, "goodnight Jamie," and then closed the door.

To Be Continued...



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 06



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 6)

Chapter 1

John woke up, stirred a little, and, as the world came into focus, tried to remember where he was. Different bedroom, different bed, and...........he remembered.

* * * *

The night before, he had pulled up to the Hendricks' house. He had spent the better part of the day trying to cover up their financial indiscretions, and had done well. But he was tired, and starting to realize how much work it would take, and doing it, more or less, for free, wasn't making him feel good.

He rang the doorbell and waited. I'm definitely going to unload a little steam on these two he thought to himself. When Samantha opened the door, she was surprised to see him. She wasn't as surprised when he just walked in, pushing by her. Mark was in the living room, and, surprised to see his blackmailer there as well, got up from his chair.

"No Mark," John said, "sit back down."

Within a few minutes, John was sitting on the couch, enjoying Sam's tits, and Mark was sitting in his chair watching—offering up a slight protest now and then, knowing it was futile. After another few minutes, the helpless husband was ordered to go get John and Sam some drinks, which he did. While he was putting them together in the kitchen, he could hear John making advances on his wife.

"Look at that..." John said, while he took off the woman's clothes, she was struggling a little. "Your husband is getting us some drinks...."

"I know, what else is he going, uh, to do?.....you have us pretty good, I mean..." Sam responded, annoyed by her husband's lack of will, and angered by their accountant's unwanted hand forcing its way between her legs.

"You have such a fantastic body. And you're so horny! Man, I love when you get wet so quickly..." John muttered, loud enough for Mark to hear.

"John! I can't....eh.....help it! My body does what it does and.......uh.....it doesn't mean....."

Mark walked back in. John had his drink. Samantha was made to have hers. And before Mark could have his, John demanded it be given to Samantha instead. He wanted Samantha tipsy, and he wanted Mark sober.

After another few minutes, Samantha was half-naked with John on top of her, his cock out, and she was stroking it, while he sucked on her tits. Mark was making more drinks. When he brought them out, Samantha was sucking John's cock, while John was standing, facing the couch. He rested his arms on the top of the back, and as Mark was walking towards him, he reached out and took one of the drinks. "Thanks Mark, let's get her liquored up...... maybe that will loosen her up a little in bed huh?"

Mark just sat down, putting the other drink on the coffee table. John decided Samantha should have both, which she did. Before long, she was on top of him, and he was squeezing her tits while he kissed around her neck. Mark watched as Samantha reached down, lined up John's cock with her pussy, and slowly lowered herself down onto it.

Mark looked at his wife. He could just see the side of her face, but he saw her eyes close as the tip of John's cock pushed into her. Then her mouth opened into an "o" as the first few inches sunk in. The cuckolded husband felt his dick twitch a little, as her mouth closed and turned into a slight smile in response to John's hands squeezing her ass, and his mouth latching onto one of her nipples. She grimaced as he pushed the last few inches of his cock into her stretched pussy, but the look was replaced by one of a pleasured relief as the pain from his large member stretching her subsided.

Mark's dick was hard in his pants. He watched his wife raise up off of John's cock slowly, then slide back down, a little faster. Then she climbed back up, only to sink onto it again. John was squeezing the hell out of her ass. First one cheek, then the other, then both together.......he seemed to be trying to get as much of her ass into his hands as he could, and she was clearly enjoying the attempt. Her forced lover pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her anus, and her head fell back slightly as she felt the cold air on her asshole, his warm tongue circling her nipple, and his hard cock plunging deep into her pussy. John let go of Samantha's ass with one hand, then smacked it hard.

*SMACK.....Her eyes opened wide from the strike, and she looked down at John. Her ass jiggled nicely from the sharp contact. He raised his hand, and brought it down on her ass again.... *SMACK,then as he spanked her, he grabbed the abused ass cheek firmly and gave it a quick shake. Her eyes rolled back a little and then closed. This man is taking complete possession of me. There was something very controlling about that smack combined with the firm grip. She felt that she belonged to the man fucking her somehow. Why am I feeling this? It must be the alcohol she thought, her mind in a fuzz.

Mark's dick was leaking pre-cum, and he was trying to hide his hard-on. I can't let them see this. Why the hell am I getting so turned on? He felt sick to his stomach, but he felt undeniably aroused. It was a very strange emotional situation.

"Alright, you've had enough fun riding me Sam. Time to get to fucking" John said. He picked Sam up while she was still on his cock. I love how small she is John thought to himself as he felt her sink onto his cock as he lifted her. She groaned.

He's so strong......god Mark could never do this.....

"Hey Sam, where's your bedroom at?" he asked her. Breathlessly, she pointed down the hall and let her head fall back when John rewarded her by kissing her on the neck. "Mark, go open the door."

"John, please, use the guest bedroom, not our own...." Mark asked, not even knowing why he asked.

"Fuck you Mark, I'm going to kick your ass sometime, just open the door!" John exclaimed, then looked back at Sam and shook his head with a condescending smile. "Really. How do you do it with this guy? And.........oh for crying out loud, he's got a boner." John was disturbed at the sight of the small tent in Mark's pants, stained slightly by precum. John felt he couldn't control the path he was on. But the husband and wife's aquiesence bothered him. He pushed forward nonetheless, driven by something deep inside. She was on his cock, there was no turning back. And why should I? This is hot.

"Oh you're a pig Mark" Samantha said. She was much more annoyed by her husband's arousal than her own. And his small erection looked so tiny compared to the large cock that was residing in her pussy at the moment.

Mark sadly opened the door for them, and when they went in, he started to shut the door, planning on going into the living room.

"Don't even think about it Mark. I might need something. Go sit at the chair in the corner and watch me fuck her brains out" John commanded. Mark obediently went to sit in the corner.

Laying her down on the bed, John commenced fucking her brains out. He held her down by the shoulders, and heartily thrust himself into her, enjoying the feeling of her loosened pussy, just able to accommodate him. Watching her tits bouncing around was a pleasant view, and hearing her soft cries as he plowed into her was empowering.

"Oh god, oh god John........ohhhhh.........fuck.................fuck you, you.........oohhhhhhhhhh" Samantha let out. John looked back at Mark while he was screwing Sam, and he saw him intently watching the action, his hand in his pants, jerking himself.

"Wow" John said, "check it out."

Mark struggled to get his hand out of his pants, but his wife saw him pleasuring himself too. "Mark......oh......how?.......How can you.....ooh.......get off......watching your w..........uhhhh.......your wife get.........ooh.......fucked?" She looked pissed, but was kind of drunk, and getting slammed by a hard cock.

"Mark, pull your dick out man" John said, he had something of an idea. His path kept going, and he couldn't stop walking it.

Mark, not knowing the deal, but not in any position to argue, pulled it out. It was just 4 inches long, and thin.

John pulled out of Samantha, then flipped her over on her stomach, and moved around so she could suck him, which she did. "Go ahead and stick that thing in your wife man."

Mark, somewhat confused, proceeded to stand up behind Samantha and stick his penis in her. She was loosened up by John's massive cock, and her pussy swallowed up his dick easily.

She immediately felt the difference between the two. Instantly, and without reflection, she found herself wanting John's cock back in her. Damn I can barely feel him...John's cock is so big I can hardly give him a decent blowjob. Mark's sweet, but he can't fuck me crazy like.......

"Alright, she needs a real cock, doesn't she Mark? You know why I'm doing this now, right?"

Mark, annoyed by walking into the insult, slid his penis out and went back to his seat. John re-assumed his rightful place, behind Samantha, fucking her brains out. The power trip went from his head to his balls, and in no time his sperm was ready to fly. John grabbed Sam's hair and pulled her back. He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm going to fill you up with cum Sam, and you're going to love it....but you have to ask...." as he thrust in and pulled out of her.

Samantha was silent, not wanting him to cum inside her. John moved one hand around her waist and started diddling her clitoris while he fucked her. It felt fantastic, and her body started climbing towards its climax as she ground her ass against his thrusting cock, and reached down to press his hand into her clit.

"Come on, you want my cum, don't you Sam?" John whispered

"OOOHHHHhhhhhh Noooooooo not.....not...OOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhh" Sam replied.

John lifted his hand off of her clit, and her hand frantically tried to push it down again, but he fought it. "You want it or not?" John said, smiling back at Mark, who was trying to hide his erection.

"GOD....OHhhh....fuck me..........fuck me........." Samantha cried out, unable to hold back.

"Not good enough.....where you want me to shoot?" John queried, keeping his hand off her clit.

"Ohhhhhh.....fill me up. Come on....uh......fill my pussy up with...your cum......oh god....." she moaned, looking back at him, lust in her eyes.

"You got it." John said, triumphant. He mashed his hand up into her clit again, and sped up the pace of his thrusting.

"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh......" Samantha gasped. It felt like her brain was being slammed by the pleasure. In moments, her orgasm washed over her. "AIIIIIIEEEE OOOHHHHH GODDD!" she screamed.

Mark quivered, and began shooting his load, which had neither the force nor amount of John's typical amount.

John slammed his cock into Samantha and, with a cry, started shooting his cum into her. Shot after shot pumped into her pussy.

"Oohhhhhhh" Sam moaned, feeling his hot sperm coating her insides. More cum followed, and she felt it filling her up. "aaghhhhh, soooo good......" she practically whispered....another orgasm hitting her. She tensed up, and John grabbed her hips tight, which she loved, and tried to grind himself deeper, releasing more of his seed into her. "ahhhhhh.........oooohhh" she let out, in a higher pitch, feeling the warmth and the quantity of what he had discharged. John gently squeezed her hips, and moved his hands down to her ass, grabbing it, and pressing his thumbs deep into the soft skin. His cock emptied the last couple shots of sperm out of his balls, but he held it, pressed into her. Samantha had a small orgasm, feeling his hands and cock enjoying her body. The sensation of his cum packed into her made her feel like she belonged to the long hard object lodged in her pussy. She felt the hands that were groping her rear were her owner's. She relaxed from the tension of orgasm, and with a contented sigh, pushed her ass back and up a little, to encourage more groping and touching, which John obliged her with.

Mark watched as the young man in front of him took possession of his wife. What the hell.......why the hell am I so turned on...... The orgasm he had experienced himself took its toll on him, being an older man, and he lay his head back and drifted into a sleep, the last thing he saw was John pulling out of Sam, and cum spilling out of her pussy. Both John and Sam lay down in the bed, with the abused wife curling up next to the man who had just mated with her: they fell asleep with John's arm around her, and her hand lazily stroking his cock.

Chapter 2

John looked at the woman next to him, and realized, she's hot, and that was a good lay, but I don't like her at all. She wasn't the brightest girl he'd ever met. She wasn't particularly interesting either, in what small conversation they'd had. Feeling her next to him, with her pathetic husband asleep in the chair nearby, he found his thoughts drifting to Jamie and Bianca. Jamie in particular.

In fact, the whole, fucking her with her husband watching and jerking off, after the lust and general horny atmosphere died off, seemed kind of.......gay, in a weird way. One time he had seen a bestiality video on the internet. He had watched the whole thing. He was kind of grossed out, kind of curious, and after he had finished, felt he had to watch a regular porno to, kind of, cleanse himself. John laughed at the memory. Watching a porno to feel cleaner. He just felt weird and kind of disgusted with himself after that horse video.

The same feeling haunted him now. He wanted out.

Samantha didn't wake up, she was fully exhausted from the fucking and alcohol she had received. Mark didn't wake up, he was old. John was out the door and gone before either of them opened their eyes.

As he was driving away, John thought about the overall weirdness of the situation, his own rough, violent tendencies that had come out. Contemplating helping the couple, before he met the hot wife, seemed a life time ago. That's going to be awkward when they wake up, John thought. I don't want any part of that conversation.

He went home, showered, dressed, and went to the office.

Chapter 3

Jamie missed John a lot. She was closing in on her 18th birthday, and felt she was entitled to skip a day of school. Slipping off of the school grounds between her first and second class, she decided to swing by her mom's work. She knew her mom generally went out to a cafe to pick up a salad for lunch, at about 12. Maybe she'd try to see if John was in while she was gone. She felt extremely adventurous, leaving school and going to her mom's work. It was very bold of her.

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Bianca had noticed a difference with John. He had pulled her into the office a few times the past week, but he seemed to be distracted when he played with her boobs. His mind seemed to be elsewhere when she sucked his cock. It wasn't quite the intensity she was used to, when he went down on her. Her intuition that many women have when their man is cheating on them was kicking in, which was weird. Is he seeing somebody else? She thought to herself, as she looked at the closed door to his office.

Lunch time. "I'm going to lunch John," Bianca said to John's door, from which an assenting comment returned, and she left for her hour lunch. John sat in his office. He wasn't that hungry. Maybe he'd take care of a couple things and....

Jamie walked in. "Whoah!" John said, surprised, and a little unnerved. "Wha....what are you doing here?" he stammered, in a friendly but very surprised tone.

"Well, just thought I'd swing by," Jamie said with a smile, walking over to the desk. She was wearing the tight torn up jeans and a red tank top. She had brought a little sandwich and some chips with a drink that she had made at home and taken with her to school, for the sole purpose of giving to John. "Thought you might like some lunch!"

John didn't really know what to say. "Heeey, well, that's really nice of you. Um, not too sure what your mom will think of you not being in school actually....." he nervously chuckled. If Bianca sees her daughter with me she'll flip. There's no telling what she'll do. No blackmail in the world could....

"Ah its fine. She told me where she likes to go for lunch. She'll be gone the whole hour. Here, eat something." Jamie said, confidently.

John ate the food with her. It was a pretty good sandwich actually. They ended up talking for a while, and enjoying each other's company. Both felt sneaky with the mom out of the office. John didn't want Bianca to know about him and Jamie, and Jamie didn't want her to know the same, along with the skipping school element.

This is a nice girl, John thought to himself. At first he had been somewhat put off by all the...well...teenage aspects of her. But she was actually pretty thoughtful about some things, and he was interested during their conversation.

Chapter 4

Jamie got an idea. It was one thing to skip school and hang out at her mom's boss' office, but what if she..... Her hand touched John's chest lightly during the conversation, and then took a light hold of his tie, and followed it down his chest towards his belt. She looked him straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile on her face. John pushed back his chair a little. He was concerned with where this was going. They had been hanging out for half an hour. There wasn't time.

"Listen, Jamie, I'm not sure what you're thinking," he said with upturned eyebrows, "but your mom is due back soon and....." he was silenced by a finger to his lips. The hand on his tie grabbed it firmly (she had seen this on tv shows) and used it to pull him towards her. Their lips met, and thoughts of Bianca totally left both of their minds.

They started making out. His tie was loosened, a loop from the tank top was off her shoulder. Their tongues were engaged and their hands were busy. Her hands felt his arms and moved towards his legs. His hands were feeling up her ass, and touching her skin through the tears in the jeans. These are actually pretty handy, he thought, as he ran some fingers over her bare butt through the holes in the pants.

Soon he worked her tank top and bra down over her breasts, and took her by the hips, pulling her onto his lap, so he could kiss and lick her exposed nipples. She had one hand on his chest, and one hand feeling up his raging hard-on.

John was in the midst of sucking on one of the pert nipples when they heard the door to the front office open. John looked up. How could it have been an hour already? Why the hell is she back early??

Jamie dropped to her knees and, as Bianca tapped on the door to John's office, the teenager moved back into the the area for John's legs under the desk, and John rolled forward, a leg on either side of his young lover.

"Uh.....come in...." John said, somewhat hesitantly.

Bianca poked her head in, half-expecting a woman to be with John. Nobody was there. His tie was loose though. "Um, hey John, just had a question about your...um....schedule. Are you going to be in the office, well, ....... hey, are you okay?"

John had a somewhat panicked look on his face, his eyes turned downwards. From under the desk, two hands were quietly undoing his belt and zipper. "No!! I, mean.....," looking back up at Bianca, "yes, I'm perfectly okay.......just.....um......" His cock was being pulled out from the fly in his boxers, and the troublesome hands were stroking it slowly, and running a thumb over the tip. "I'm....just....a little indisposed, kind of......" Bianca looked at him with an odd look on her face.

"Well, would you like some water maybe?" She queried. He really didn't look well. He had seemed fine earlier.

"No, I think I'll be okay, I jus...whooaahhh....." his eyes betrayed distinct discomfort, as his cock was slowly swallowed by the teenage girl under the desk. Jamie was trying to be as quiet as she could, which was difficult given the size of John's cock, and how blowjobs were normally noisy with that thing in her mouth, and her attempts at holding back giggles as well. It was such a turn on to give her mom's boss a blowjob while she was in the room. Jamie ran her tongue around the head of John's cock. "I just don't know what came over....me....um...." John said distractedly.




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 06



"Um. Okay. Well, I hope you'll be okay. Let me know if you need anything" Bianca told him. Not sure what was wrong. Doesn't look like a.....fever...."hold up, let me feel your forehead," she said, her motherly instincts taking over. She walked over to the desk quickly and leaned over it, putting her hand on John's forehead. He rolled as far forward as he could, trying to minimize the chances of her seeing the condition of his pants. Inadvertently, her leaning down, and him moving forward, put his face right in front of her cleavage. She was wearing a tight, low cut brown sweater, and John couldn't help himself. Right as his cock disappeared completely down the daughter's throat, his hands went up to the mother's bosoms, and gave them a good squeeze. Bianca's hand was on his forehead.

"OH! Well. You're definitely all heated-up" she said, in that motherly way that turned John on so much. His cock stiffened up even more. Jamie noticed. Right when I think its as hard as it can get, it just gets harder. Weird. She pulled it out of her mouth quietly and moved her tongue up and down the sides.

John was gently pressing and rolling Bianca's boobs. She put her hands down on the desk, and allowed him to have his way. He needed to give some cover in case Jamie was listening. "So, ahem," he cleared his throat, "You were saying about my scheduling?" His hands loosely ran over Bianca's breasts, feeling their shape and size. She breathed deeply.

"Well....you don't have any appointments today, and you don't have any large projects due till next week, so....uh" she paused while his fingers found her nipples through her top and bra, and gripped them softly. "...I was wondering if I should schedule any appointments for Friday, or do you want to take a three-day? I know its been a... AH!" she exclaimed, as he pinched her nipples, not being able to help himself "..a while since you had one...ooh"

"Yeah, I'll take the three-day," he said. Jamie paused for a moment, than began sucking hard. Very hard. Like she was trying to suck a strawberry through a straw. John grabbed Bianca's boobs instinctively. "OH! JOHN!" the secretary exclaimed.

"Um...I mean...What?! You just said I haven't taken a three day in a while!" John attempted to cover up the situation. He had that fun-loving grin again. Bianca frowned at him while she moved her hands up to gently massage her sensitive and probably bruised bosoms.

"Okay whatever" she said, clearly annoyed by the rough grab and his overall weird behavior.

"Hey," John added, shifting in his seat, feeling his balls' pressure starting to build, "Why don't you take the afternoon off Bianca? You deserve it."

"Okay," Bianca said, "thanks." I'll take the half day off. I guess its worth getting my boobs manhandled for no good reason by this guy. Guess that's why they call it "manhandled." sheesh. Guys.

She walked out the door and got her purse and coat. "See you later John, thanks again!" the secretary called out, as she left the building, bruised tits and all.

"Okay, see you laaaaattteerrr......" John let out, his words being elongated by the orgasm that hit him hard. He gripped the desk tight, arched his back, and began releasing sperm into the young teen's mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm" she groaned, happy to finally be able to express some of the sexual pleasure she was deriving from giving her man a blowjob. Noisily she started gulping down the cum that John was depositing into her mouth. *slup, slup, slup... "ummm" gulp, gulp....slurppp.....

Jamie's hands were gripping the young man's thighs, as she concentrated on taking everything he had to give her. Finally the cumming ceased, John rolled back, and Jamie emerged from beneath the desk, stretching her back and smiling. She and John looked at each other as she sat back against the desk, her tank top down over her boobs, his cock laying in his lap, spent. They just started laughing.

He got up, and with his penis and her breasts hanging out, led her over to the couch. They sat down and he kissed her open breasts, his hands moving down to her legs and ass. Eventually her clothes disappeared, and John knelt between her legs, licking at her wet pussy, which had been so for quite some time now.

"God, it feels good to have you, a guy, licking down there. You're so, like, manly about it" she mused, looking down at him, clearly getting at something.

John raised his head up. "Um...that's an odd thing to say. Have you been having other people go down on you?" He felt a flare of jealousy rise up. This pussy was his and Jamie's to enjoy. Jamie was not stupid, but she wasn't sure what to expect. She wanted to talk to him about Danielle, but she was afraid he might get pissed.

"Well, this is really weird, but like, my teacher...ohhhh geez this is weird" she let out with a big breath, raising her hands up to cover her face. John immediately got up from his knees and sat down with her, putting his arm around her, using the other hand to gently take her chin. "What's happened?" he said kindly, but firmly.

Jamie looked at him. He had intelligent eyes, and they were more intent on her than they'd ever been. There was no haze of lust over them. He was thinking clearly and listening to her with complete attention. He was very handsome. She took another deep breath and said, "Well, I have this teacher, and well, she teaches history, and...."

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John kissed Jamie goodbye, and she left. He had gotten every detail that Jamie could remember out of her. She was uncomfortable with a lot, but he got it out of her. He felt that hearing about a female teacher molesting a female student would have turned him on if that student wasn't Jamie. His Jamie. He had gotten the address from the girl, who had pleaded with him not to confront her teacher. He told her to trust him and go home, to which she reluctantly agreed.

Time to deal with this bitch John thought to himself, as he walked out the door.

To be continued...

(Two parts left)



A Reasonable Deal Ch. 07



A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 7)

Chapter 1

Danielle was glad to be home from her friend's house. There were not that many even semi-attractive members of the lesbian community in town, and this particular one, a Korean-American musician, enjoyed watching, for god knows what reason, reality TV. Reality TV mixed with marijuana and alcohol, all of which the high school teacher had both tried and grown bored with. Sex, history and art were the only things that really interested her anymore.

Danielle had made a few attempts at conversation, but they were either too abstract and surreal to mean anything, or meaningless by default. Danielle loved art but hated artists. Especially modern, easily entertained, self-proclaimed artists...even if they didn't complain about large dildos being shoved up their asses. In fact, that they didn't complain (this generalization was most recently exemplified in the Korean musician), just made the penetration less interesting. Anyways, the TV show, filled with pointless arguments, sexual tension, and emotional discord amongst fools, reminded her of her observations about the rest of society, and brought to her mind a quote from the Roman emperor Caligula: "I wish all Rome had but one neck, that I might break it."

It captured her feelings exactly.

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The knock on the door was hard enough to convey the emotion of the visitor. John's face matched his action—very serious. He meant business.

What the hell, Danielle thought to herself, looking at the clock. It was 10 at night. When she opened the door, she was met by a young, attractive man not too much younger than herself, with a look that was, if anything, not exactly friendly.

"Are you Danielle, the high school teacher?" he said.

Danielle was no idiot. I never asked if she had a boyfriend. Oh god, is it a dad? No problem. Deny everything. "Um, yes...can I help you?" she asked, politely, but sternly, seeing if she could soften the resolve of the do-gooder.

"I have something very important I want to talk to you about, which you are probably aware of. Would it be okay if I ask you some questions in private? No need to have neighbors here. I don't want anything to start if there is no reason for it" John said, trying to control his emotions. The fact that the woman that raped his young lover was extremely attractive, just added to the feelings in John. The desire for revenge and justice began, almost immediately, to mix with lust and desire. It was a familiar feeling, which was odd. He hadn't been in this situation before.

Wary, but unwilling to appear weak in any way, Danielle stepped aside, letting him enter. The man didn't seem shady at all, just very serious. He came in, and she offered him a seat on the couch. She sat on a chair opposite him. Danielle began, "What is the problem sir? Does this have to do with Jamie perhaps? She was talking about getting me in trouble. She seems angry about the academic situation her lack of studying has placed her in."

John looked at her. She had dark brown eyes that were unwavering. She had large, soft-looking lips. Long black hair that fell around her shoulders. She was wearing some loose, baggy, very comfortable-looking but rather masculine sweatpants, low around her waist, in conjunction with a tight, white wife beater, that was high on the midriff, showing her perfect abs. No bra. Her D cup breasts were perky as it was, and the large aureoles were just visible, in the right light. Her nipples pressed out on the fabric slightly.

"No bullshit, Danielle, I know you fucked with her." John said. He felt like he was looking in a reflection, in a weird way. Strange how a young, attractive, black woman's face could mirror his own. It had something to do with the look in the eye.

Danielle knew that he knew. There was something about him. She felt she connected with the man in front of her in some way. He had on his shirt and tie (like always). His eyes had an understanding in them, but there was a difference too, some sort of revulsion. She stood up. He wasn't going to report her. He was her. "Yeah, okay. I had fun with Jamie. So what? What are you going to do about it? I don't think you're taping me. What do you have on me? I'm pretty sure you don't have anything."

"Yeah I do," John said, standing up. "Probably close to a hundred pounds."

Danielle understood immediately. There was a lust growing in his eyes. But it was not friendly at all. A power struggle was about to take place. She wasn't going to scream, but she heard herself say she would, and instantly regretted it. She would do no such thing. She saw John come towards her, and she started thinking. Her eyes said all John needed to know. This woman didn't want cops coming to the rescue.

Danielle couldn't fight him. She needed a weapon. She looked towards the kitchen. Maybe a knife. John saw the look toward the kitchen and realized her intention. She moved that way, but he was quicker.

Chapter 2

Danielle liked girls. Especially smaller, more feminine, or younger ones. She liked to dominate them. Not men. She didn't like penises. Even with small wimps, she felt that penetration by a dick was too empowering for the other. She liked control. She wasn't into the strap-ons. She liked to stick dildos in with her hand, watch the pain/pleasure of the other woman. She luxuriated in making them eat her out. She had never been with a man. Woman on woman rape was rarely reported or acted on, and she entertained herself, often with students and other unsuspecting females.

The situation with John was new, and she didn't know what to make of it. She needed desperately to assert herself.

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John caught her by the arms, picked her up, and tossed her onto the couch. She was athletic and in shape, but she really didn't have a chance. She began kicking at his balls, trying to knee his groin, unsuccessfully. He moved his legs between hers, and grabbed her wrists and held them down. She struggled.......and struggled. She kicked and tried to move her arms. Her abdominal muscles flexed and strained with her efforts, but John was way too strong.

It was amazing to her. She tried to move, and she had some strength, but John just put one hand down on her upper stomach, right below her breasts, and pushed her into the couch. With the other hand he undid his tie, and started undoing buttons on his shirt. Her hands went to the arm holding her down, and tried to move it, she pulled with all her might, and his hand slid a little to the left.

"So," John said, as he worked his shirt off with one hand. The tie long gone. He was very muscular. "what the hell's wrong with you? You like raping girls or something?"

"I'm not a creeper. I don't mess them up. I know they enjoy it." Danielle replied, one of her hands going to the wrist of his other free hand as it started groping one of her breasts. "What are....you doing here? You're not just.....telling me to....stop...." He was squeezing very firmly. The hands of men were much different than feminine ones. It felt.........she needed to get out of here. She couldn't stand guys.

He lifted his hand off her chest and yanked off her shirt. She was topless, but his hands were off of her. She pushed hard, turned over and tried to crawl away from him. I can get to edge of the couch, jump out, get to the kitchen, I win. I......damn he's got my..... John grabbed her by the waist, her escape cut short. But now she was turned over, ass up, and was in a worse position than before....for her. John took her arms, held both wrists with one hand, grabbed his tie from the ground, and quickly tied her hands together. Her face he put into the couch. She knew she was done.

His hands roamed over her back. She kicked her legs a little, but he just ignored them, instead focusing on her ass. Through the sweats, he squeezed and groped her perfectly rounded ass. Pushing into its crack, through the pants, and, finding her asshole, poking down into it. It had taken so much work for her to subdue Jamie, and she was a powerful woman. It was just a couple minutes and she was John's. His hands were moving over her ass roughly. He grabbed both cheeks, and with his thumbs, jabbed down into anus, through the cloth.

"Mmmmm urrrrrrrr" Danielle growled, as she tried to wriggle her ass away from the intrusive fingers. John yanked her sweats part way down her thighs, her brown backside ready for whatever he wanted to do. He immediately began pushing a thumb down into her asshole.

"OH! Urrr....ah......" Danielle stifled a squeal. Owch! God that stings.....is that his thumb? ah........yeah, its his thumb. A man has his......ah..thumb up my ass.......this has to stop, I can't .. "AH!"....No! Did I just make that noise out loud?......damnit, he probably, uh.....man he's moving it around in there......fuck....

"You mess with Jamie's ass?" he asked quietly. He pulled his thumb out of her, ran his hand over her perfect backside, then raised his hand above her. Without warning, he brought it down swiftly, swatting a cheek with his bare hand. *SMACK! Her eyes opened wide. Did he just? No, he can't be doing what I think he's.....*SMACK! OW! He's spanking me...no....I won't.... *SMACK! I can't... *SMACK! God that is starting to sting, he's.... *SMACK! SMACK!

She kicked with her legs, helplessly, but he stayed between them, and started to rain down blows on her stinging ass, which shook and jiggled, pleasantly, with each slap. The smacking sound filled the small apartment, soon to be accompanied by yelps, groans, and growls from the victim. Danielle tried to not let her discomfort show, but she'd never been controlled like this before, and her frustration was slowly becoming more evident. The sharp pain from the spanking had slowly turned into a slow burn, with some numbing.

Still, it kept on. John was determined to give her a lesson. He pulled a leg up, sat down on the couch, and pulled her back, over his knee, her ass ready for more punishment. He turned to his right, slightly, curled an arm around her waist, holding her firmly in place, (the classic spanking position) and then proceeded to give her a good paddling. *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Danielle cried out softly, then tried to turn to look back. He was holding her too tight for a good view though, and she turned back to the couch arm, buried her head in it, and gripped tightly with her fists. She had stopped thinking at all, and slowly, any resistance she had to him broke down. A few more slaps to her sore ass, and her light kicking ceased. John looked at her butt for a moment, contemplating, and then gave it a few more smacks for good measure. The teacher just lay on his lap and received her chastisement.

Having broken a sweat, John stopped spanking the humiliated teacher. He decided to fully enjoy his prize. He turned her over, and lowered his head to her tits. The bastard....god, he's....yeah....fuck. Men are so rough....no finesse...no.... (He was roughly sucking on her nipple. He chewed on it slightly, and ran his tongue around it.)....well, that wasn't bad, but.....oh fuck, less teeth.....less teeth....god! I'm not going to ask him to stop. Not going to....owch!...beg.....With her hands tied, his were free to roam wherever they wanted without any interference. As he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hands touched her stomach, her ribs, her shoulders. He wasn't so much caressing as grabbing. He would grab a handful of Danielle here and a handful there. With his lips tight around a nipple, he pulled away from her, her boob being held taught in the air, then he let go and watched it bounce back to its normal position.

It was a lot for Danielle to handle. His hands were everywhere. The rough grabbing, smacking, and sucking was turning her on. What the fuck.....I'm a lesbian, I don't....."UH".... His hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed tight. They were large, and he had fun trying to get whole handfuls. He leaned down, and she braced herself for a forced kiss, but instead, he whispered to her, "You're not the tough one now," his fingers pinching a nipple in one hand and shaking her breast slightly with it. She moaned in pain/pleasure. "I don't want to hear about you messing with her again, perv." He pulled the breast out, as he had done with his mouth, but didn't let go.

In a somewhat strained voice, Danielle said, "Perv?! Like you're any different. I know..urrrr...you're AIE!! (he pinched tighter)...you're enjoying this..."

He lowered his hand, still clenching her abused nipple, but now twisting it slightly between his thumb and index finger. He thought to himself, I am enjoying this. She knows it. Well my own hypocrisy can be dealt with later. He let go of her nipple, only to envelope her whole breast with his hand, squeezing again. The main thing is that she not go after Jamie anymore.

"I don't mess with teenagers that are in my high school class," he said. He lowered his hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers into her pussy, which was a little damp.

"OH! Argh...." she exclaimed, as the rough entry was repeated with a third finger. "Sure you don't.....uhhhh (he pulled his fingers out to the tips)....you don't have a classsssssss (he jammed them back in)." She stopped and panted a little—his fingers were feeling around in her pussy, enjoying the warm wet surroundings. "If you had a......a high school clas....s.........you'd do the same fuckin......same thing...." she continued. His fingers were rotating together in a circle. He took out one finger, stuck the other two back in and swirled them around. "Ooooohhh.....you know you would...........what do you....uh....do?...I know you use whatev.....er.....oohh (he reached with his thumb and started messing with her clit while his fingers were still inside her)......." This is too much Danielle thought to herself, This just feels too good. When did it start feeling good. There's no way he hasn't forced a woman before....those hands are used to controlling....... She was not used to being controlled. She certainly didn't want to admit it felt kind of good.

"I don't agree," John said. "She's young and...." he reached down and undid his pants, pulling out his cock, which was hard. He rubbed it against her pussy, and slapped her tenderest spot with his hard cock. His words to her trailed off. This was fun. He smacked her pussy over and over with his hard cock. It was definitely getting wetter. *Smack, smack, smack, smlack, smlack.... the sound even changed as her pussy began to really moisten up. Danielle started moaning a little, and closed her eyes.

"Anyways. I don't want you messing with her anymore. She's mine." John said.

Danielle opened her eyes and looked at him. Her nipple hurt like a bitch. Her pussy was sore. Her sides even ached a little from the grabbing. Her butt was numb from the spanking. "Fine. You win. I'll leave her alone. Just...... "*smlack, smlack, smlack (his cock kept striking her pussy) "....Just let me, just .... let me go....." She was defeated. Almost.

Nah, that's not good enough. Too much one-on-one dealing there John thought. He buried his cock into her pussy. It was a pretty tight pussy, and he had a pretty big cock, so it wasn't the easiest entry, but he forced it in.

"AAGGHHhhhhh" she let out, not able to control herself. He was just pushing it in. Her pussy was wet, but it was still a tight fit. She didn't let women use dildos on her that much. Mainly fingers and tongues. Once in awhile. His cock was half way in, and he didn't stop, he kept pushing. "AARGH! Don't, don't....stop it.....I won't.....AARGH (he was 2/3rds of the way in)...I won't mess with her, I said I....OOHHHHH (He was into his balls)....I wouldn't.....ohhhhh (he slid it out again)hhhhh........I won't mess with AARGH (back in it went, a slight bit easier)....whatever your name ..... Urrrrrrr....Just let me....AH Ahhhhhh (he was back in to his balls).......I....I.......oooohhhhhhh (back out)......god, oh my go...DDDDDD (back in).......you are.....uhhhhh ahhhhh (back out)......"

John grabbed her hips tight and slammed her good and hard. Her tits were flopping around, her face had a grimace. His hips were colliding with her again and again and again. She moaned, cried out, attempted to reason, incoherently, and finally fell silent and just let the feelings of arousal build in her.

She's starting to enjoy herself a little too much. She needs some more humility I think. "Alright," John said, pulling his cock out of her. They both caught their breath. He picked up her little wife beater and wiped his cock clean with it. "this is the deal."

I'm throwing that top out, that's for sure Danielle thought to herself.

"I'll let you suck my cock" he told her, graciously.

Chapter 3

"Let me? Um...I don't ....(panting)... actually want to" that cock did a number on her pussy, but she still thought it was gross, and didn't want it in her mouth for sure.

"Well, in a few minutes I'm going to jam this up your ass. I suggest you lube it up, cause I'm not lubing your asshole." John said matter-of-factly.

Danielle, for the first time, had a worried look. "No, not my ass.....please. I won't....."

John just looked at her, reached under her to her ass and felt around the anus.

"AH! Really, what's your name? This is too much. Not my ass. Really (his fingers moved around her anus and dipped in a little)...Ooh...really.......I won't.....touch.....her......anymore..." His finger pushing in, penetrating her ass a second time, was much more disconcerting when she considered how big his cock had been.

"Um, time's a tickin. Looks like I'm fucking your ass dry" John said.

With a desperate look, Danielle did a sit up, kicked her legs back, and leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. She wasn't used to giving blowjobs at all. She took a few inches, and ran her tongue around it, sucked on it for a few seconds, then came off it, and started licking up and down his shaft, trying to get it as wet as possible.

John looked down. He was stoked. This lesbian bitch was going wild on his cock. Licking, sucking, spitting....anything she could. He looked down at her large ass, sticking up, delightfully, in the air. He stood, and Danielle tried to follow him with her mouth, reaching for his cock. She wasn't done yet, she wanted it lubed up a lot. He let it back in her mouth. Gratefully she sucked some more. "You're doing a good job. I don't think we'll have a problem getting it in." He was grinning. Danielle was sucking now like crazy.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe (slight choke)...agh, its so big. I got to get this thing wet...he could hurt me...oh no...don't pull away, a little more. Yeah.....god this is going to hurt...got to get it more lubed up.....what a psychopath.....wait...now he's....

John reached down, grabbed her head with both hands, and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, down into her throat and back out again. Danielle tried to relax her throat as best she could, and John's journey was fairly easy. She had never felt something sliding down her throat like that. His hands on the back of her head, and his cock pushing its way down her throat was powerful. All she could taste, feel, smell and hear was the man forcing himself on her.

He eventually decided she had had enough time. As Danielle choked and sputtered, John slowly withdrew his cock from her throat. He got her to the couch, and placed her head down into the cushion with her ass up.

He unceremoniously started to jam his cock into it.

"AAIIIEEE!!" Danielle cried out, loudly.

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Next door, her neighbor, a young construction worker, heard the exclamation. Damn dyke is always doing perved up crap to chicks in there. Hot or not I don't want to listen to that. He put on his noise-cancelling headphones, and continued to play xbox.




A Reasonable Deal Ch. 07



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"OOOHHHHH!" she let out, feeling the long hard cock intruding into her body. Her anus was very tight. He was stopped briefly, but squared himself up, pulled her cheeks wide apart, and pushed. Like her pussy, he wasn't to be stopped. He backed up a little, then started pushing again. John happily gave her ass another slap and then grabbed her hips to help continue the plunge. As his crotch finally settled up against her fantastic ass, John let out a contented sigh.

Danielle felt like she was on a spit. She could barely move, the huge pole in her ass was giving her a weak feeling in the stomach. She had never felt so, filled, in her whole life. His cock was warm and firm, and......alive. She had grabbed dildos and stuffed them into girls. But this thing was alive. John pulled his cock out slowly, then crammed it back in.

"Uhhhhh....oh god............(he grabbed her ass cheeks and shook them)....oh god...........this is crazy man........I......(he started to pull out, leaving her with a very strange empty feeling inside her as the cock withdrew) oooohhhhhhhhhhhh........my god.......my.....(back in it went)..mmmmmmmm"

John quietly began fucking her in the ass. "Where's my cock Danielle?" he asked her.

"In.......oh.......in my assss" she admitted.

He loved hearing that. He fucked her for a solid 15 minutes. Fast, slow, all around, deep. She groaned, moaned, and cried out when it hurt a little too much.

John finally felt the urge, and pulling out, he flipped her over. Danielle opened her eyes and saw his cock pointing straight at her face. "Oh.......oh god..." she said weakly, watching him jack off in front of her... "oohhhhhh do it........just fuckin'.... cover me, cover m.......mmmmmmmm" He shot his sperm out hard and fast. The first shot landed on her forehead, and left a trail across her nose and lips. John groaned deeply, and the second shot hit her eye, and more landed on her lips, which opened, allowing two more shots to enter her mouth, followed by his cock, which he held in her mouth as she sucked him dry. She was covered in jizz, and was sucking on a cock that had just been in her ass.

Yeah, she's been humbled John thought to himself. He held her head, keeping her mouth on his cock, and sat down. She continued to suck. It hurt, his cock was so sensitive after shooting, but he reveled in the discomfort. Her large soft lips were perfect for sucking dick.

"Yeah, so much for the lesbian thing" he said to her, playing with her hair a little.

She came up a little, "I don't want other guys, I'm still a lesb.mmphhhhh." John pushed her back down onto his cock. He liked Jamie, not this woman.

"Alright bitch, off the cock." John finally said.

She got up, and he untied her arms. She stretched them. She hurt all over. She could barely sit on the couch her ass was so sore, both inside and out.

"No more Jamie" he told her. She nodded quietly.

"Whatever you say. I'll do it." She was completely content for him to be in control.

"Well, apparently, you're a good history tutor. I want you to keep working with Jamie. But hands off" John said. Danielle looked up at him, somewhat surprised, but she nodded. "I'll talk to her, and I'm sure she'll come back. She might be all traumatized, so be really nice and apologetic and stuff."

"Sometimes....you know," John thought about Jamie and how she really needed to do well in the class. He didn't want her to just get passed by the teacher. He thought it would be valuable for both of them, "...it's just good to help people without getting something back." He was speaking more to himself than to her.

Danielle looked at him. She would do whatever he said. But John saw that she didn't get the concept. All she saw was hypocrisy and power struggles. He had won his, she wanted to win hers. Winning got you the spoils of victory. For her—young pussies, for him—her ass.

John got his clothes back on, and she just lay on the couch naked. John sighed as he looked at her. Maybe they were different after all.

Chapter 4

The next day, another meeting had taken place at the office between Mark, Samantha, and John. They had discussed the financial situation as it was, and Mark was just waiting for what he knew was bound to happen. Sure enough, John was fucking his wife in no time. I told myself I'd stop, John said to himself.

Bianca listened from outside the door. Man, he's going at it again. Doesn't he ever get enough? Suddenly Mark walked out the door. He seemed disappointed. "I guess John wants you in there.......and me out here" he said, sadly. Bianca looked at him with more than a little disgust and went into the office.

Upon entering, she saw Samantha on her knees sucking John's spent cock, apparently working on getting it hard again. "Hey B," John said, "you mind helping my client out with this?"

This was new. He hadn't had her do anything with somebody other than herself. Well, I'm still just sucking him I guess. Moments later, her own clothes were shed (on John's command), and she was on her knees with Sam, servicing the accountant. It was odd, since they only knew each other as acquaintances, and the type of polite behavior that existed between acquaintances normally, apparently exists in sexuality too. They were quick to defer to each other, and tried to stay out of each other's way, more or less.

Sam licked up one side of John's cock, as Bianca's lips slid down the other side, like he was a harmonica or something. John loved it. He looked down at the two gorgeous women in front of him, and he groaned appreciatively. When Sam gently swallowed John's cock into her mouth, Bianca lowered herself and took a testicle into her's. Sam's tongue swirled around the tip of John's cock and he let out a deep moan. Bianca tugged on his testicle with her mouth, and he placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer.

Sam came up off his pole, and started licking and kissing down it again, while Bianca abandoned his balls and decided it was her turn to suck. It was just too good. Samantha came up and kissed John's chest, all over. John motioned to Bianca for her to sit up on the couch. "Have one of these tits," he said to Samantha. They took positions on either side of Bianca, and lowered their heads to her chest.

"ooooohhhh" Bianca was surprised and tried to keep the woman from sucking on her tit, until John looked at her annoyed.

"Bianca?" he questioned, firmly. She sighed and relented, and Samantha joined the feast. Both her and John sucked hard on the secretary's boobs. "oooohhhhhh" Bianca continued to moan. It felt so weird to have both of her nipples being sucked at once. She felt Samantha's hands gingerly exploring her body, and John's more eager one's grasping at whatever they came in contact with. While licking around the nipple, John reached over and pinched Sam's, who stopped sucking to gasp, then returned to her duty.

John stood up, brought Sam to a standing position, and had her lean over and climb onto Bianca, so that she ended up kind of in Bianca's lap, with her boobs in Bianca's face, which Bianca, without command, started to pleasure. John placed his erect cock at Sam's entrance, and began fucking her. Her body was thrust into Bianca's each time he pushed into her. Bianca could feel the power from John's thrusts, through the woman sandwiched between them. As she sucked on Sam's boobs, she found herself turned on by the fucking the woman was receiving.

God, John is just tearing her up......I can't imagine what that cock feels like.......

Finally, the hammering was getting to be too much for tit licking, and Bianca fell back, with Sam falling forward, and John just stepped closer and continued the assault. Sam was crying out with pleasured noises as he had his way with her. Bianca's pussy felt neglected, and though she rarely, if ever, touched herself, Bianca's hand found its way down to her own cleft, and her fingers began working. John pulled out of Sam, thinking about what he wanted to do left, and he saw the masturbation taking place. "Oh fuck this, sorry B" he said.

He pushed Sam over to the side, got between Bianca's legs, and started sliding his cock into her. "OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Bianca cried out, grabbing his cock as it pushed into her. He stopped half way.

No, this can't happen, Bianca thought, and tried to keep his cock from entering her. I'm married, and I don't...

"Oh god, just fuck her John," Samantha said, watching them. Both John and Bianca looked at her. Oh fuck it Bianca thought. It feels sooooooo good

She started pulling the cock in. John pushed, and between them, it entered very easily. They ended up face to face. Bianca was older than both Sam and Jamie. She knew a thing or two. She moved her hips closer to John's, and started using her vagina's muscles to squeeze and massage John's dick. John let out a long, low groan. Oh my god, he thought to himself.

She continued the squeezing and pulling, and started grinding her hips into him slowly, in a circle. "mmmmmm" she quietly moaned, leaning back and letting her instincts take over. She took his hands, which were on her shoulders, and moved them to her breasts. They started squeezing them, which made her sigh, appreciatively. Sam watched in awe at the sexual encounter taking place in front of her. She could see the stretched lips of Bianca's pussy moving back and forth. Wow, that's cool, she thought to herself.

When John's thrusting intensified, Bianca smiled and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. Sam thought Bianca was just too hot. She leaned over and placed her mouth on the secretary's slightly open one, and entered with her tongue. Bianca didn't even care, she kissed back.

John groaned, and began thrusting crazily. Bianca broke the kiss and pulled John down towards her. She held him close as his cock rapidly slid in and out of her. It felt so good. So good. She loved his cock in her. It was intense. The size and girth of it was filling her over and over again. She moaned, and cried out, and sighed, and rolled her eyes. Her head was a haze of lust and pleasure. One of John's hands moved from her breasts, down her sides, wrapping around her back, to her butt, and back up. He wanted to feel every bit of her. She wanted every bit to be felt.

She felt her orgasm coming. So did he. Samantha was licking away at Bianca's nipples, and rubbing herself frantically.

John stiffened, and stood still, pulling Bianca into him as close as he could. Bianca madly moved her hips against the young man, grabbing Samantha's hand and taking it to her clit, which Sam commenced messing with.

At just about the same time, both John and Bianca reached climax. The room was filled with a small roar from John, and a high pitched squeal from Bianca, followed by gasping from her as her orgasm rushed over her. John emptied every drop of cum he had in his balls into his secretary's pussy. He held her tight against himself, as shot after shot of hot sperm entered the woman's body. It was amazing. They held each other tight. Her body shook and trembled from the overload on her senses.

They finally collapsed, panting. Not saying a word.

John was happy. Bianca was confused, but happy. Sam was still trying to get herself off, but was a little grossed out by having touched Bianca's clit. Her boobs were fun, and I always wanted to kiss a girl, but god, down there....ew....

Tiredly, John got up, pulling his clothes back together. He opened the door, and Mark fell in, clearly up against the door, listening. His dick was out, and there was cum on the door.

"Oh for god's sake Mark" John said. The women were dressing, and looked at him disgustedly. Bianca walked out, giving John a warm look that said, "thanks." Samantha had a frustrated look, that said, "I need to cum." John said, "Hey Mark, stay here for a sec. You two can take off."

When Mark stood up and closed the door, he said, "sorry about hitting your door like that John, maybe you could come over sometime, and, I guess, mess with Samantha or something cause.."

"Mark, Mark, shut up. Here's the deal." He took a deep breath. "I'm done with you and Samantha. I guess I shouldn't be taking advantage of you guys like this. I don't know, something happened yesterday, and, well, anyways, I figured I'd have one more go at your wife and let you guys do your thing."John said.

"Wha, what? Well, I guess, that's, uh, great." Mark was surprised, and seemed more than a little downcast. "Well, uh, thanks for the help with the finances, and well, you know, its been, well,"

"No, no Mark, I don't want to hear about how you enjoyed it. Its so creepy." John said. Mark looked down. "Anyways, if you need any help with anything else, just pay me, whatever works, whenever, and I'll leave you and your wife alone. Maybe you can rebuild or something..." John felt silly. He had fundamentally changed things there.

But it was time to clean up. Everything was just getting to be too much. He didn't need every hot pussy that he could get. He had his mind on one. He hadn't meant to fuck Bianca, but, all things considered, Damn she's a good lay.

Mark walked out the door and left. John looked out at Bianca, and she looked back. She was waiting for him to tell her to join him in the office.

"You did a really good job today Bianca.............I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed his jacket, and headed out the door quickly. He wasn't smiling.