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Alicia Ch. 01

By: jthserra



Alicia (Ch 01) 

The restaurant kitchen was now empty so Alicia was finally able to finish cleaning up without people getting in her way. The cleanup here was new to her, a second job to supplement the income she made as a hostess. She basically worked from 5 pm to 11 pm looking very elegant leading people to their tables and then she worked from 11 pm to about 2 am in cut off shorts and a tee shirt cleaning up. Up until tonight there had been two other kitchen helpers that cleaned up with her, but they decided to quit mid shift, leaving the restaurant with only Alicia to clean up. She complained, but the boss’ offer of double time pay quickly quieted her down.

The rest of the cooking staff and waiters pitched in a bit for Alicia, taking care of some of the easy cleaning, but by midnight all of them had left and she was alone now. Finishing up scrubbing the exhaust hood she spilled some of the greasy, brown water on her shorts. Not wanting a stain to set, she quickly pulled them off, rubbed some soap over the stain and then put them in the mop sink until she could take them home to wash. Wearing only panties and an oversize tee shirt she continued cleaning the kitchen. She was a bit uncomfortable working there like that, but the tee shirt was long enough to cover the panties and besides, there was no one around to see anything.

Working quickly, she cleaned up the grill and surrounding cooking and preparation surfaces without much difficulty. It was greasy work, but she just gritted her teeth and kept going. The double time did make it a lot easier and as she worked she thought about what she might do with the extra few dollars. Realizing that it may take the restaurant a few days to get some more help in, she let her mind drift to what she could do with a bit more than just a few extra dollars.

Lost in her thoughts, she continued cleaning, now leaning over the deep sink, scrubbing it with the powdered cleanser. To reach the entire surface of the deep sink she bent at the waist, rising up on her tiptoes to get leverage as she scrubbed. Suddenly she felt something brush her thighs and then press up between her legs. Before she could do or say anything the lights went out and before her eyes could adjust to the dim light produced by the digital readouts on some of the kitchen equipment she felt an arm close around her waist.

She started to struggle, but felt an intense pleasure as the hand between her legs pushed up against her, lightly caressing her clit through her panties. The surprise of it all had her confused, she didn’t move, trying to process the conflicting information she received. Fear wanted to explode from her, but the sensations she felt between her legs, something she hadn’t felt at the hands of another person in a long, long time seemed to take control of her.

Feeling the word, “No!” rise inside her, she quelled the impulse to scream and opened her legs wider. The fingers continued massaging her clit, firmer now, just as she needed it. The arm around her waist relaxed and then she felt the hand grab the elastic waistband of her panties and work it over her hips. The other hand moved the crotch away from her pussy and she felt the fingers move to her wet opening, gently moving up and down on the lips until she opened to them.

She told herself to pull away, to resist, but she simply wiggled her hips some as the panties slid over her thighs and fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, she leaned her elbows on the edge of the sink and spread her legs wide. When she felt the hands leave her, she immediately thought, “Here’s my chance…” but she didn’t move, she waited as the person fumbled a bit behind her.

In a moment she felt it, the warm cock she feared and desired brushed her inner thighs and then moved up to her pussy. Feeling his fingers spread her lips, she leaned back some as the large head of his cock slowly slid though her lips and into her moist cunt. It moved slowly into her and then slowly withdrew, before entering her again. He began to thrust faster as his cock picked up lubrication from her wet folds and soon she could feel his balls slapping her as he pressed deep inside her.

Just as she was about to reach her hand to her clit, she felt him wrap his arm around her and without missing a thrust with his rock hard rod, his fingers found her clit again. The combined sensations of his fingers on her clit and his cock filling her she felt waves of pleasure begin to roll over her. Lost in these sensations, any thought of resistance or escape left her and she simply let the feral lust course through her. Moaning loudly she came, her cunt clamping and releasing him.

Still feeling her insides grip him she noticed the urgency in his motions and moved her hips back to meet him, letting their bodies splash together in an intimate, wet collision. He moved his fingers from her clit and both hands grabbed her hips as he pulled her onto him, shoving his cock deep into her. He paused, his cock thrust to the hilt and they remained motionless, fused in this anonymous union as his cum spilled inside her. He held her tight for a long time, until his receding cock slipped from her cunt and he moved to grab his clothes.

She turned to get a look at him but only saw his dark shadow as he quickly dressed. Suddenly there was movement from another part of the kitchen and she remembered, “The lights, who had turned out the lights?” Not knowing what to do, she stood motionless as the other figure moved toward her. Again the word, “No” rose in her, but once again she remained silent, completely caught up in the moment.

Alicia Ch. 01



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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CHAPTER 1

Alicia dropped her purse on top of the highly polished surface of the counter, and eased her pert bottom onto the high bar stool. She crossed one shapely leg over the other, deliberately allowing the hem of her cream-colored miniskirt to ride up her shapely thigh, almost to the lacy top of her stocking. She then glanced in the direction of the goggle-eyed barman, and smiled at him.

The fat bartender hurried over, anxious to get a closer look at this vision of delight, who had just glided into the lounge. His dark, beady eyes roved over her shapely figure, giving her a prolonged scrutiny. "Hmm, I bet I know what a good-looking female like you is doing, out on your own," he told himself, smugly.

"Yes Miss, what can I get you?" he enquired, putting an oily smile onto his podgy features.

The girl stared at the row of upturned bottles attached to the optics behind him and, pursing her full, red lips, pressed a well-manicured fingernail against them. The small frown of concentration, that wrinkled her high forehead, disappeared, as she quickly made up her mind. "A dry Martini, with lots of ice, I think," she announced in a husky voice, turning her gaze back to him, and flashing a set of perfect, even white teeth, in a friendly smile.

"Certainly Miss!" he responded, automatically, impressed, never-the-less. He managed to drag his eyes away from her, and turned to prepare her drink. "Wow, what a little raver," he thought, as he half-filled a glass with crushed ice, "I wouldn't mind getting my leg over that!"

While she was waiting for her drink, Alicia casually glanced around the room. This was her first visit to the lounge bar of the Excelsior Hotel.

It was an opulent place, as befitted one of the most expensive hotels in central London. The spacious lounge was filled with comfortable-looking well-upholstered easy chairs, clustered around low, round, glass-topped tables. Thick, lush beige-colored carpet covered the floor. With the exception of two large, glass chandeliers, that hung from the ceiling, the subdued illumination was provided by indirect wall lighting. Music was quietly playing in the background, from hidden speakers. A fair sprinkling of customers sat, or lounged, at the tables.

The girl concentrated her attention on the unaccompanied males, mildly amused, but not in the least bit surprised, by the fact that she appeared to be the main focus of attention, for the majority of the room's occupants. The men all seemed to be wearing smart jackets and ties. "Probably one of these places that impose a strict code of dress?" she correctly surmised.

She wriggled her posterior into a more comfortable position on the leather-covered stool, and as she swiveled around, to get a better view, a handsome young fellow in a dark-blue suit, caught her eye. He was seated at a table, just a few yards away, and seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He stared back at her, an insolent smirk on his clean-shaven features.

Alicia batted her eyelashes and turned away, just as the barman arrived with her drink. "That will be three-pounds eighty, please Miss," he said, placing the glass of wine down, in front of her, his eyes flitting over her shapely contours.

She fumbled in her black, leather purse, and handed over the exact amount in loose change. "Thank you, darling," she purred, with a grateful smile. "I was dying for a drink. You're a real life-saver!"

A flustered expression appeared on his face, and she watched, with some amusement, as he beat a hasty retreat back to the cash register. She took a healthy slug of her Martini and glanced over toward her nearby admirer. He was still boldly eyeing her up! "Looks like you could be in there, girl," she told herself, pretending to ignore him, and glancing around the lounge, nonchalantly. She took another sip of her Martini.

Alicia Rossetti was a prostitute by profession, a very expensive and high-class one but, never-the-less, a prostitute. She was a loner, who did the rounds of all the better-class hotels in central London, allowing herself to be picked up by rich business types, or wealthy overseas visitors, who were lonely and looking for some female company! She knew the risks that she was taking but, financially, it proved very rewarding!

Alicia was just twenty-six years of age, going on forty, and five-feet nine-inches tall. She had dark, smoldering, Latin looks, inherited from her Italian parents, who had lived in England since before she was born. Her figure was firm and shapely, and her legs long and lithe. She kept in trim with regular sessions at a gymnasium, supplemented by early-morning jogging sessions, and the occasional aerobics class.

Alicia had been on the game since she was sixteen, having run away from her family home in Mansfield, and arrived in London in search of fame and fortune. She hadn't yet achieved the fame, well notoriety perhaps, but she was well on her way to earning her fortune!

She raised her knee slightly, allowing the hem of her skirt to slide even further up her smooth thigh, revealing the black garter straps clipped to her stocking-tops. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed her admirer's eyes widen, with undisguised pleasure. She turned her head and smiled directly at him, seeing his eyes light up with renewed interest.

Alicia was wearing a short, cream-colored, summer frock, with a high front, plunging back and slightly flared miniskirt. It must've been obvious to everyone in the room, that she wasn't wearing a bra. The stretch Lycra of the high, lightly wired bodice clung to her small breasts. Beneath the dress, she was wearing a minimum of underwear, a tiny pair of lacy white panties, sheer stockings and garter belt. A pair of white, court shoes, with four-inch high stiletto heels completed her ensemble.

The 'mark' rose to his feet and sauntered over, clutching his empty glass. He sat down on the stool next to her and waved his glass at the barman. "Another G and T please Jerry," he called, in a deep, accent-free voice.

"Coming up Mr. Smith!" the waiter called, as he finished serving another customer. Taking a fresh glass, he partially filled it from an optic labeled 'Booth's Dry Gin' and added half a bottle of Britvic tonic, and a slice of lemon. He rushed over and placed the glass down on the counter. "One double-gin and slimline tonic with a slice, no ice," he announced, with a smug grin. He prided himself in remembering a customer's preferences.

"Thanks Jerry!" the man replied, turning to stare at Alicia. "Can I get you anything, darling?" he enquired, with a confident smirk on his clean-cut features.

Alicia smiled back at him. "Same old chat-up line," she thought. "That's very sweet of you," she murmured. "I'll have another dry Martini, please!" She drained her glass and held it out to the barman, who took it wordlessly from her hand, and went to refill it.

While Jerry was getting her drink, they exchanged introductions. "My name's Stephen, Stephen Smith," he said, holding out a limp hand.

"Alicia, Alicia Rossetti! Nice to meet you," she responded, taking his hand in hers. His palm was a little clammy, she observed. He was wearing a well-cut dark-blue suit that looked very expensive, but he didn't strike her as the usual city business type? 

The barman returned with her drink. Stephen pulled out a bulging wallet and tossed a tenner onto the counter. "Thanks Jerry! Keep the change," he said, expansively. He turned his attention back to Alicia. "Now, where were we, gorgeous?" he asked.

Alicia had caught a glimpse of the wad of notes in his wallet, and her pulse quickened, as her predatory instincts kicked in. She leant forward toward him, thrusting out her chest, suggestively. "You were just about to tell me all about yourself," she urged, placing her hand on top of his.

He dragged his gaze from the smooth, rounded contours of her breasts. "No I wasn't! We were going to talk about you," he contradicted. "Now, what's a gorgeous girl like you doing, drinking alone, in a place like this?"

Alicia couldn't hide her smile. "I fancied a drink, so here I am," she responded. "As a matter-of-fact, I was beginning to get a teensy bit bored with the joint! It's not very lively!"

"Then it's a good job I turned up," he replied, immodestly, squeezing her upper arm. "If you're looking for a good time, darling, then I'm your man!" He raised an eyebrow in silent query. "How about it? Do you fancy a good time?"

"I never say no to a good time," she replied, looking him straight in the eye. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

He downed his gin and tonic, before replying. "We could go up to my room, for some fun and games?" he suggested, with a broad grin. "I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"

"Fine," she readily agreed, "just as long as you appreciate that I don't come cheap!"

He was momentarily taken aback. "Oh, ah, sure," he blustered, quickly recovered his composure. "Money's no object!"

"Then why don't we get started?" she purred.

He nodded, eagerly. Quickly downing the remains of her drink, she slid from the stool, flashing a considerable expanse of bare flesh, and a tantalizing glimpse of her underwear, to the rest of the ogling clientele. Arm in arm, they strolled out of the lounge, heading for the main elevator in the foyer.

"I, ah, I must admit, I didn't realize you were on the game," he admitted, as they entered the lift, and the door whooshed shut behind them. "You're so classy looking!"

She smiled but didn't bother to reply.

As he pressed the button for the fifth floor, Alicia entwinned her arms about his neck and pressed her generous red mouth against his. "You'll find that I'm worth every penny, honey," she breathed, as their kiss ended, pressing her breasts hard up against his chest.

His arms encircled her trim waist. "Just how much IS this going to cost me?" he asked, a look of momentary anxiety appearing on his youthful face.

"Three-fifty," she murmured, peering up at him through her long dark eyelashes.

He gave a gasp of surprise. "Say, that's a bit pricey isn't it?" he exclaimed, with a slight frown.

"Not for the services I provide, lover," she murmured, rubbing her right knee against his crotch, and discovering his already semi-hard state. She traced the outline of his mouth, with butterfly light kisses, then shrugged before continuing. "Of course, if you'd rather not...?"

"It'd better be worth it," he groaned, clutching her shapely rear, with both hands, and pulling her hard up against him.

"It will be!" she replied, smiling at the thought of the three-hundred and fifty pounds.

The elevator gave a jolt, as it arrived at the fifth floor, and the door slid open. Taking her hand in his, he led her to the second door on the right, room number 503. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. "This is it," he announced, standing aside, to allow her enter.

As she entered, Alicia glanced around. It was the usual hotel bedroom, perhaps a bit bigger, and more luxuriously appointed, than most, but basically similar to a thousand others she'd been in. Immediately to her left, a door led off to an en-suite bathroom.

She walked over to the large double-bed and threw her purse on top of the bedclothes, before sitting down on the edge of the mattress and pulling off her shoes. She gave a gasp of delight, as she removed each shoe, wriggling her toes inside her stockings. "Ah, that's better," she groaned. "My poor feet were absolutely killing me!"

She opened her eyes, and looked over toward Stephen. He'd already removed his jacket and tie, and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt collar.

He looked across at her, eagerly. "Well, get 'em off," he ordered. "Let's see what I'm paying for?"

"Sure!" She smiled and rose to her feet, before unfastening the clasp at the back of her neck and allowing the high front of her dress to fall about her waist.

His eyes grew large, and he gave a low, appreciative whistle, as he gazed at the firm, rounded orbs of her breasts, with their large areolae and prominent nipples. "Not bad, not bad at all," he croaked, a bright, feverish light appearing in his eyes, as he hastily finished stripping off his shirt.

Alicia's hands moved to the short zip fastener at the small of her back, quickly unfastening it, and allowing her skirt to slip down about her ankles. "Satisfied," she murmured, stepping out of the fallen garment, and thrusting her hips forward, provocatively.

Stephen gazed on her shapely 34c-24-36 inch vital statistics, with obvious pleasure, his eyes lingering on the tightly stretched crotch of her shear, lacy panties, where the shape of her vaginal lips was clearly outlined beneath the clinging material.

"Now the knickers," he instructed, huskily, "but leave the stockings and garter belt on!"

Alicia nodded and proceeded to unclip her garters, so that she could wriggle out of her tight white panties. She stepped out of her panties and threw them onto the bed behind her. As she was refastened her garters, she glanced up, and was mildly amused to see his erection straining to escape from his trousers.

She sauntered over to him, and threw her arms about his neck, pressing her naked tits against his hairy chest. "Is this all right?" she murmured, as her mouth descended over his, in a long, French kiss, her fingers entwining in the hair, at the back of his neck.

"Mmmgh!" he replied, as her questing tongue pushed passed his teeth, and sought out his tonsils. His hands slipped beneath her narrow garter straps, and came to rest on her smooth, rounded buttocks.

Her hands moved down to his waist, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his slacks, with experienced ease, before tugging them down, until they fell about his ankles. Her right hand slipped beneath the waistband of his polka-dot boxer shorts, and traveled through his riot of pubic hair, before cradling his testicles.

He jerked, breaking away, panting, his cock growing and hardening. "Jesus, you're a fast worker!" he gasped, as she removed her hand.

"Why waste time, when you should be enjoying yourself," she murmured, her eyes hooded, as she started to plant small, butterfly kisses on his chest, gradually moving downward, as she sank onto her haunches.

As her face came level with his crotch, her hands tugged his shorts down, revealing his manhood, lying fat against his full, hanging ballsack. "Mmmm, nice!" she hissed, cradling his bollocks and watching his cock, twitch and harden, until it stood out, rigid, at an angle of about forty degrees to the horizontal.

"Jesus! Get on with it, you fucking bitch," he gasped, thrusting his hips forward.

"Patience, honey," she chuckled. "If it's worth having, it's worth waiting for!" She slipped her left hand about his muscular shaft and began to squeeze and relax her grip, at the same time slipping the tight foreskin back from his dark, swollen glans.

Stephen gasped, as she ran the tip of her tongue over the swollen, purple flesh, running it along the crack, while her other hand began to slide back and forth, along his veiny length. "I-I want you to go down on me," he gasped, jerking his hips forward. "Now!"

Alicia, smiled up at him. "Of course you do!" she thought, then, pursing her red-painted lips, she slipped them over his knob, and lowered herself onto him, until she felt his cock nudging the back of her throat. Keeping her lips firmly clamped about his male flesh, she withdrew her head from his crotch, sucking hard, until just his knob was retained in her hot, eager mouth.

"Jesus, but you're good!" he gasped.

"Mmmm!" She ran her tongue over and around his fleshy knob, then went down on him again, and again, and again.

"Oooh, Jesus!" he gasped, as his hips began to jerk, uncontrollably, and he lost control and climaxed.

A jet of hot cum, splattered against the back of Alicia's throat, before she had time to remove his cock. She gagged for a couple of seconds, then started to eagerly swallow his creamy load. She loved the taste of spunk!

He gave a final twitch of his cock, as Alicia sucked him dry, and allowed his shrinking organ to slip from between her slack lips. "You certainly give good value for money!" he gasped. "That was the best bloody blow job, I've ever had!"

Alicia, looked up, from her squatting position, licking the last traces of his creamy cum from her full lips. "I didn't mean to let you cum quite so soon," she admitted, "but I'm sure I'll be able to raise your interest again!"

"I'm sure you will," he agreed, with a low chuckle, his hands playing with her tits, as she rose to her feet, his thumbs flicking her prominent nipples into full erection. "God, but you're sexy, Alicia!"

She kissed him lightly on the mouth, before pulling away. "No anal sex, or kinky goings on, mind!" she said, seriously, with a small frown on her forehead.

"Spoil-sport!"

Alicia grinned. "Before we get down to some serious fucking, I'd like to use your bathroom, if I may?" she murmured. "I'm absolutely dying for a piss!"

"Sure, be my guest," he replied, with a roguish grin. 



Alicia Ch. 01



I first saw Alicia Montreaux in the intensive care unit arguing with a fellow doctor, who happened to be be the chief intensivist, over the care of a critically ill patient.

She interested me immediately. Not just because of her wide-set, flashing green eyes, her straight, somewhat thick nose, her thick curly mane of coppery-red hair, her large breasts, or her tallness. Those things certainly figured into my attraction, but what most interested me was that she was right about this patient, and the intensivist was wrong, and she was making that rather pompous individual see the error of his ways.

Now, I was only a lowly respiratory therapist, with no real say in the debate. I stood quietly by and awaited orders while the docs hashed it out. Eventually, Alicia wore the chief intensivist down. I saw him close his eyes and run his hand across his face: Defeat was not easy for him to take. Alicia turned to me with the slightest smug look on her face and said, "R.T., get ready to extubate this patient."

Working together, Alicia, or Dr. Montreaux as I called her then, and I removed the endotracheal tube from the patient's airway. Alicia rather towered over me. I am five-foot-six, a hundred and sixty pounds. She's six-foot even, and one-eighty, maybe one eighty-five. Quite a woman.

We had the tube out and oxygen on the patient in no time flat, and then Alicia was off to see another patient. She didn't even thank me, but it didn't matter--I was smitten.

From then on, I worked with her as often as I could. I did my best, followed her orders to the letter, and probably bothered her some with my questions. I think I may have annoyed her, but I was willing to do it to get close to her. Eventually, she learned my name, Philip VanDermere, and stopped calling me "R.T." From then on, it was "Phillip", or "VanDermere".

Not having had lots of experience with women, and certainly not with large, aggressive women like Alicia Montreaux, I wasn't sure about the next step: Asking her out. I knew that my chances of rejection were probably pretty good. Even so, something compelled me to try anyway. I had never met a woman that I felt so attracted to. It would take all the courage I had, but I was going to try.

It was probably better to wait until her resistance was down some, I reasoned. So, after looking at the schedule, I decided that I would do it at the end of a night shift. Perhaps I could catch her at a weak moment.

Alicia was doing her fellowship in intensive care medicine, so she had call about once a week or so. The poor interns and residents probably pulled call about every two to three days. They dreaded it when she was on call with them, because if they bothered her too much, she would chew them a new asshole the next morning in rounds. Still, she was a good doctor; she knew her stuff. Most of them were willing to get reamed if they thought their patients would make it through the night.

It was about five-thirty one morning, and Alicia and I were both working in ICU. I was getting ready for my final round of ventilator checks and therapy, and Alicia was charting on her patients. She was in the call room, nursing a cup of coffee and writing in a chart when I came in.

She looked tired. The dumbass of a junior resident in the ER had kept her on the phone all night. Her eyes were red; she looked slightly haggard. Her hair was pulled back into a thick, rather unruly ponytail. I didn't want to be that resident when she got hold of him.

I approached her cautiously and sat down at the table. She looked up. "What do you need, VanDermere?" she said in a don't-ask-me-for-anything voice.

A knot of fear congealed in my stomach. I actually felt my testicles draw closer to my body. I took a deep breath and said, "Dr. Montreaux, I was wondering if, um, this morning, I could buy you a cup of coffee after work?"

She stopped writing and looked up at me. It was as if she didn't believe what I had just said to her. Then, just for an instant, a smile flitted across her face. "No," she said. "I don't think that would be a very good idea."

"Oh," I said quietly. I could feel my face getting red. She went back to writing. I slinked away, ashamed and embarrassed, cursing myself. Well, you stupid bastard, I thought to myself, you knew she would probably turn you down anyway.

We were both off for the next two days. Despite her rejection, I couldn't get her off my mind. I even had a sex dream about her. I was lying on a hospital gurney, completely nude. Alicia was standing beside the gurney, towering over me. She was also nude except for her starched white lab coat. It was open in front, revealing large creamy-white breasts with erect nipples, a round belly, and a thick thatch of pubic hair the same coppery red as that on her head.

"This won't hurt a bit," Alicia said, slipping a condom catheter over my erect penis. "You'll get in a lot of trouble if you pee this bed," she said severely. The next thing I knew, she was standing over the head of the gurney with a laryngoscope and an endotracheal tube in her hand. In my dream, I looked up and saw her breasts hanging over my face. I could feel the heat from her bush, which was at the level of my head on the gurney. "Open your mouth," she said. I opened my mouth. I knew then that she was going to put the tube down my throat, as she had so many other patients. But instead, she lifted her breast and put the nipple in my mouth. I suckled eagerly. "So you can breathe," she said, "so you can breathe."

I woke up with a raging hard-on. I couldn't help myself and masturbated to climax. It took only a few strokes. That was when I knew that I couldn't give up, not yet.

When I went back to work, by a fortunate turn of events, we were both on duty again. It was a quiet day for once in the ICU. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw her glancing over in my direction a number of times. At the same time, it seemed she was making an effort not to interact with me that day. I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing.

At the end of my shift, I went back into the employee lounge to get my lunchbox from my locker. Alicia was there, looking over some papers at the table. She looked at me and nodded as I entered. I said, "Hi, doctor," and went over to the lockers.

I took care of my business and was just getting ready to walk out the door when she said, "VanDermere."

I stopped and turned around. "Yes ma'am?" I asked.

"I like Chinese food," she said.

"Uh, okay. I know a good place."

"Where?" she asked. She appeared to be uncertain, yet she looked me in the eye in the same way she stared down an errant intern.

"How about `China Gardens' over in that big shopping center near the interstate?" I asked.

"No," she said. "I'd rather go to `Ho Palace' in town."

Ho Palace was probably the most expensive Chinese restaurant in town, but I was willing to pay, if it meant going with her.

"All right," I said. "That sounds good."

"Meet me there Friday night at seven-thirty. Don't be late," she said. Then she looked back down at her papers.

"I won't," I said. 

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I got to the Ho Palace Friday night at seven-fifteen. I was wearing a tie and sportcoat with my best white shirt. I really wanted to make a good impression. I checked the money in my wallet. I had seventy-five dollars in cash. That should be enough. 

I told the waitress we had a reservation, but that I was waiting for someone and quickly scanned the room. Alicia was not there yet, so I sat down in the lobby to wait.

Although I was excited, I was also a little apprehensive. Alicia was a large, rather demanding woman, and I wasn't sure whether I came up to her standards. But something drew me to her anyway. Something about being at the mercy of all that strength (emotional and physical) and power both attracted and frightened me. As I sat there in the lobby, I struggled with a serious case of butterflies.

The door opened and a draft of cool night air blew in. Alicia entered. She was wearing a black leather skirt and vest, with black stockings and a white silk blouse. Her hair was down and its curls framed her face nicely. She was not smiling, however. 

I stood up and said, "Hi."

She looked at me, smiled briefly, and said, "Hello, Phillip."

There was a line of people waiting to be seated. Alicia took one look and said, "Do we have reservations?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Then come with me."

She went straight to the head of the line, getting us several dirty looks in the process. She called the hostess over, explained that we had reservations, and were ready to be seated. The hostess, a middle-aged Oriental woman, looked a little uncomfortable--she was apparently used to seating customers at her convenience. But, she unhooked the rope and led us to our booth.

"Wow," I said, smiling at her. "You should have seen the look the guy at the front of the line gave you when we went to the head. And I don't think the hostess really appreciated being told that we were ready to be seated now."

"Well," she said, not smiling, "we had reservations, didn't we?

"Yes," I replied.

"Then we should be seated first." She looked at me and, for the first time that night, smiled. It wasn't a big smile, but it was a smile. I got the impression that Alicia liked using the force of her personality to get things done.

After that, things settled down. Over wine and appetizers, we talked and got to know each other. Alicia, like most doctors, liked to talk about herself. Her parents had both died several years ago. Only she and her two older brothers were still alive. They lived out of state. 

She had had to be assertive, even aggressive, while growing up. Her mother had been gentle and loving, but her father had been strict. He had also been a believer in corporal punishment. 

"I don't know how many times I got spanked with a ruler, a hairbrush, a strap, or just his hand, when I was growing up," she said.

I, on the other hand, had been an only child. Both my parents were also deceased. I mainly missed my mother, though. My father had been an heavy drinker and, by turns, weak or abusive. My mother, though loving, had been strict. It had not been an exceptionally sad day when he finally died of liver failure brought on by chronic alcoholism. 

"I also got the hairbrush a lot when I was growing up. But from my mother, not my father. She died not long ago," I said. The death of my mother had been the hardest blow I'd ever had to endure.

"How long has your mother been dead?" Alicia asked quietly.

"About a year and a half," I said. I suddenly felt a little choked up and had to swallow hard. Alicia noticed, I believe.

Pretty soon, the food, the wine, and the conversation loosened both of us up a little. Alicia looked at me and said, "I want to know something, Phillip."

"Okay," I said, "what?"

"What does the staff at the hospital think of me. I mean really think of me?" she asked.

I thought carefully for a moment. "The ones who are lazy or incompetent think you are a pain in the ass. A couple maybe even hate you."

"Who hates me?" she asked quickly.

"I'm not saying," I said. "Besides, you may already have an idea. Now, the good, hardworking staff also think you are a pain in the ass, but they don't mind. You are a good doctor; you know your stuff. They can deal with that all right."

Alicia did like Chinese food. She ate her share of the appetizer, then had fried rice and her main course. Then we had dessert. It was quite a meal. Over brandy and coffee after dinner, I decided, emboldened by food and drink, to tell her how I felt. 

"Alicia," I said.

She looked up at me. In my mild alcoholic haze, I thought she looked great. Her face was slightly flushed, her lips parted, her eyes shining. "What?" she asked, grinning just a little.

"I just want you to know that I'm really having a good time."

She seemed to consider what to say. After a pause, she said, "I'm having a good time, too."

"Good," I said, somewhat relieved. "Whew, that brandy got to me a little. I think I need more coffee and less brandy. Would you like another cup?"

"Yes, thank you," she said.

We had more coffee, and talked quietly. Strangely, we did not talk about work. We discovered that we had a couple of common interests, like movies and the theater, and we talked about them instead. Once again, I got a little reckless. I slid over a little closer to her in the booth. She didn't move away, so I took another chance.

"Alicia, can I confide in you?"

"Well, that depends on what it is," she said, smiling a little.

"Well," I said, swallowing hard, "I just want you to know that for the longest time now, I've been looking for someone just like you."

"What do you mean?" she asked, a little warily. Damn! It didn't take much for her to put her guard up!

"Well, I've always been drawn to strong, assertive women. Women who can take charge. Women like you." There, I had said it. I waited for her reply.

"Women like your mother," she said.

"Well, maybe, but I never thought of if that way," I stammered, taken completely by surprise.

"I can't and won't be your mother, Phillip," Alicia said firmly.

"I don't want you to be my mother. I just want you to know that your assertiveness, your aggressiveness, your intelligence, those are the things about you that I find attractive."

She appeared to consider it for a moment. "Okay," she said. "I can accept that."

"Does that mean that we might go out again sometime?"

Alicia took a deep breath, as if weighing the consequences of her answer, and said, "Yes."

We finished our coffee in silence. Somehow, it seemed that we had taken care of some important business. It was as if we had overcome an obstacle.

We left the restaurant and walked down the street towards our cars. There were plenty of people about. Some shops were still open; the street was brightly lit. Alicia said, "Let's not go to our cars yet. Let's walk for a while."

So we walked. At one point, I once again bucked up my courage, and took her hand. She let me. Alicia's hand was big, and warm, and strong. For just a moment, I wondered what it would feel like on my body, or even on my...

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"To be honest, I was thinking about you," I said.

She seemed surprised. "Were you really?" she asked.

"Yes, I was."

We walked into the park and sat down on a bench. In Chapel Hill, North Carolina, on a late September evening, the breeze can be deliciously cool. So it was tonight. We sat on the bench, enjoying it. Soon, Alicia began speaking.

"I've been fighting with men all my life. First my brothers. Then at school. Then at college and med school. Then as an intern. Now this fellowship." Alicia looked at me seriously. "I like you, Phillip. I don't want to fight you, too."

"Alicia, you won't ever have to fight me. You can be the boss in this relationship," I said earnestly. 

"You call the shots. I just want to get to know you better."

I walked her back to her car. It was a black BMW, a very nice car. I was impressed. I didn't know how much the fellowship paid, but I doubt that it would have paid for that car. Perhaps her family had money. Without saying anything, she handed me her keys. I walked a little ahead, opened the door, and held it for her.

"I hope that I didn't say anything too stupid tonight," I said.

She looked down at me. She did have six inches on me, after all, and said, "Well, you said a few things I really didn't expect to hear, but I'll give you the benefit of a doubt. Listen, I'm going to a conference from Monday till Wednesday. I'll be back Wednesday night. Call me at home Thursday night. We'll make plans." She handed me her card.

Then that big, beautiful, red-haired woman leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth. For a moment, there was nothing in the world but her hungry lips, gobbling me up. I put my arms around her neck and stood on tiptoe while she kissed me. It was the most exciting kiss I had ever experienced. 

Alicia broke the kiss, got in her car, and drove off.



Alicia Ch. 01



Author's Note: This story is based on a true story. I wanted to build the background for the story in this installment. Feel free to comment and give me feedback. Would love to hear from the readers. 

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I have always had a foot fetish. Even as a young boy, when the weather started to turn warm in New England, I would become excited as I knew that soon women would begin to wear sandals. When I got older, I was always too nervous to broach my love of feet to my girlfriends and they never realized my foot fetish. This all changed my second year of law school.

When I went to law school in New York, I rented a room in a large house. My bedroom was on the second floor and there was another bedroom right across the hall. During my first year, this room was empty; however, my landlord needed the extra money and decided to rent it out during my second year. As my landlord did not live in the area, it was up to me to show the house off to potential tenants. One potential tenet arrived on a warm summer afternoon. When I opened the door I first noticed her pink flip flops and her perfect petite feet. As my gaze traveled up her body, I noticed her flat stomach, full B cup breasts, and her dirty blond hair. I introduced myself and found out her name was Alicia and that she was also a law student. Over the next fifteen minutes I showed off the house and just prayed that she would be my housemate for the nest year. A week later a call from my landlord confirmed that my dreams had come true.

The first month living with Alicia was great. We shared the upstairs bathroom and I always got plenty of views of her cute size six feet whenever she was just lounging about. At this time I was single and I was going crazy thinking about Alicia's feet. Most nights I would lie in my bed and jerk off just thinking about licking her wrinkled soles and sucking on each off her toes. After a month I knew Alicia's schedule and began to formulate a plan in my mind.

One Tuesday afternoon in early October I got home from class early and I knew Alicia would not be home for a few more hours. The locks on our bedroom doors did not work but both of us being school neither of us, to my benefit, sought to remedy this situation. I entered Alicia's room and immediately sought out her laundry basket, which was tucked into the corner of her room. I rifled through her dirty clothes until I found the item I was looking for, a pair of her white low cut socks that she wore when she went to the gym and out for runs. I brought the socks to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating scent of her feet, a mixture of sweat with a slight hint of vanilla (probably from the lotion Alicia used). My cock instantly throbbed wishing that Alicia and her feet were here.

Then out of the corner of my eyes I noticed that her closet door was slightly open and through the crack I saw the pair of black flip flops that Alicia wore almost every day. Before I could consciously think of what I was doing, I was on my knees at the closet door. The flip flops had distinct impressions of Alicia's feet and by now my cock was a fully erect seven inches. I bent down and kissed the top of the sandals, getting a full whiff of Alicia's sweet foot scent in the process. I spent the next fifteen minutes kissing every inch of Alicia's flip flops pretending that I was kissing her feet instead.

I couldn't stand the smell of Alicia's dirty flip flops anymore and didn't know how much time I had before Alicia got home. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. I wrapped Alicia's dirty gym sock around my throbbing dick and began to jerk myself off. The feel of Alicia's sock wrapped around my cock was almost too much and I had to slow down my masturbation in order to not immediately blow my load. As I slowly pumped my cock, I ran my tongue over the bottom of Alicia's sandals, pretending that Alicia was forcing me to lick the dirt from the bottom of her shoes. They tasted disgusting and I quickly began to lick the top where Alicia's foot depression was. I was lost in the sweaty taste of her old foot stink and was so focused on my impending orgasm that I didn't hear the creaking on the steps. As I exploded into Alicia's sock, the door opened and Alicia gasped and said,

"What the hell are you doing?"

To be continued... 



Alicia Ch. 02



A shadow moved toward her and she simply gave into the situation, pulling off her tee shirt. She now stood naked in the darkness as the complete stranger approached her. She reached out her hands to him as he got closer and guided them to her breasts. Still aroused from her first encounter, her nipples were hard, aching for his touch. When his hands clasped both breasts she gasped... his hands were cold, much different from the first man who... who fucked her. Could she call it rape? She had given in so completely she realized now that, though she didn't consent, she didn't say no either.

Now, as the cold rough hands kneaded her small breasts, the palms rolling over her nipples, Alicia again surrendered herself completely to the sensations. She closed her eyes as she pulled her closer to him, reaching around behind her and squeezing her ass. Feeling bolder now, Alicia reached to his crotch and gently grabbed his cock, squeezing it through his pants.

Breaking the silence that had shrouded the darkness in the kitchen, Alicia whispered to him, "Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck my pussy?"

"Not after him," he said.

"Then what?" she asked.

"Do you have any lube?"

"There's some Vaseline in the bathroom but you'll need to turn on the light," she said.

"No, no light, where is the bathroom?"

"It's over there," she replied, pointing into the darkness. Her eyes had adjusted some, but she could barely see the door. The man started to move toward the door but banged into a prep table.

"Damn."

"Look, you stay here, I'll go get it."

"But..."

"Look, your partner just finished fucking me, but I'm not done yet, besides, I've never been fucked in the ass," she said, feeling a strange feeling inside her.

"Okay, go get the Vaseline, but no lights."

Alicia carefully moved over toward the bathroom door. After only a week doing the kitchen cleanup in the evenings she wasn't confident in her memory of the kitchen layout so she used her hands and felt her way across the room. Finally finding her way to the bathroom she stepped inside and paused. Once again she had another opportunity; she could close and lock the bathroom door, escaping the situation. The door was metal, with a sturdy frame and lock, so she could stay inside and the two men wouldn't be able to get to her.

Considering her predicament and what was about to happen, she felt the strange feeling in her stomach and opened the small medicine cabinet at the sink. She carefully ran her hands over the hairbrushes and things her coworkers had stored until she found the familiar shape of the Vaseline jar. She grabbed it and came out into the kitchen again, walking carefully back to the sink. Opening the jar, she held it up to the man, looking into his face. Though not ugly, she wouldn't call him handsome either, not even in a rugged way.

"Hey, don't look at my face," he shouted, firmly grabbing her chin and turning her head. 

Wanting to keep from getting hurt she cried out, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"Just turn around and bend over."

Alicia turned and again leaned over the sink. She felt a finger slid up between the cheeks of her ass and rub over her tight hole. It circled slowly and then quickly dipped into her, falling out as she jerked forward.

"Dammit, stay still."

"Shit Joe, she said she'd never done this before. Take it easy on her."

Those were the first words she heard from the man who had fucked her earlier. "Thank you," she said toward the silhouette.

"Okay, I'm sorry and hell, what did you say my name for?"

"How many Joes do you think are in this city? Now hurry up."

"Ma'am, would you please bend over," Joe said, mockingly sweet.

Alicia bent back over the sink and opened her legs, a bit better prepared for the finger that, now gently slid into her ass. She tried to relax herself and in a few moments felt him push the finger deep into her.

Behind her Allison heard a slopping sound as he greased up his cock and then she felt it pressing between her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she felt his rod press against her, slowly but firmly opening her. She started to pull away from, but heard him whisper, "Just relax, if you do, you'll loosen up."

Closing her eyes, she thought about getting fucked just a few minutes earlier and slowly relaxed. His cock once again began pushing against her and feeling a bit of pain, she did feel her muscles loosen and felt his cock slowly ease into her. She felt it go deep and then hit something way up there; she then felt the cock ease back out of her. The man gently pushed himself into her again, a little faster this time.

Feeling more comfortable now, Alicia reached between her legs and began to move her fingers over her clit as the man increased the intensity of his thrusts. Sensing him getting closer to coming, she moved her fingers faster, quickly bringing herself off just before she heard him groan and push deep inside her. He rested his chest on her back as he pumped his cum into her open ass and then he quickly pulled out of her.

"Now get your pants on and let's get out of here," Alicia heard her first lover say. She leaned against the sink and watched the two shadowy figures fumble around a bit and then head toward the back door. She quickly grabbed a rag and ran it over the floor under her, rounded up her clothes, got dressed and then gathered up her stuff. Afraid of what might happen to her if she was there when the police arrived, she moved to the back door and set the alarm. Leaving the door ajar she rushed out to her car and slowly pulled away, knowing the alarm would go off in a minute or so.

She hoped that when the police arrived they'd find the door ajar and figure some burglars had gotten the door open, robbed the place and then slipped back outside. Maybe the police wouldn't discover what happened in front of the sink and wonder who else was in there. Pulling into her driveway she suddenly remembered the Vaseline jar. "What happened to the jar?" she whispered to herself. Quietly entering her apartment she went to her cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. 



Alicia Ch. 02



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Alicia walked into the bathroom and sat down on the loo. With a gasp of relief, a high pressure jet of steaming urine, splattered against the bowl. "God, I needed that," she gasped, as she finished relieving herself. The call of nature could arrive at the most inconvenient of times!

Just as she was finishing up, the doorbell buzzed, insistently.

"Who the hell's that?" she heard Stephen grumble, from the other room, obviously annoyed by this unwelcome interruption.

Alicia heard him walk over to the door, unlock and open it.

"What the bloody hel...," he began. "Oh, ah, hi Arnie! Fancy seeing you here?"

She heard the door crash back against the wall, as it was slammed open with considerable force. "Well, well, well, if it ain't young Stevie!" growled a gruff, unpleasant sounding voice. "Ain't you gonna invite your old pals in, boy?"

"Well, er, it's a little bit inconvenient, at the moment, Arnie!" Stephen replied, in a frightened voice "I-I was just about to go to bed! Could you come back in the morn..." His lame excuse were cut short, as his visitors brushed past him and entered the hotel room.

Alicia wiped her pubes dry on a toilet tissue, then crept over to the bathroom door, which was just a couple of inches ajar. She peered out through the gap! There were three visitors; a short dapper looking gent, in a stripped suit, who was obviously the main man, and two huge male companions, who must have been his 'muscle'. They had backed the still naked Stephen up against the bed. She felt a thrill of apprehension. This didn't look good!

"I think you've got something for me, young Stevie?" murmured the dapper gent, menacingly. "You've put us to a lot of trouble, searching for you, since you up and disappeared last week!"

"You'll have to give me some more time, Arnie," Stephen gasped, a look of terror on his face. "I haven't got the twenty grand, honest to God!"

"When people owe Arnie Sidebottom, they pay up," the man growled, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Stephen, by his balls, and giving them a savage twist.

"Yeeeow!" Stephen screamed, in agony, almost collapsing to his knees, and bringing tears of sympathy to Alicia's eyes, as she gasped with shock, and clutched at her breast. Luckily, her involuntary sound had been obscured by Steve's cry of pain, because none of the visitors had seemed to notice it.

"Please... Please don't hurt me, Arnie," Steve pleaded. "I'll get you your money, as soon as I possibly can! Honest! I swear on my mother's grave!"

"Tut, tut! I'm sorry, but that just won't do, you little shit!" Arnie replied, shaking his head, and patting Steve on the cheek. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to make an example of you! I've got my reputation to think of, after all! If it ever got 'round that Arnie Sidebottom was becoming a soft touch, then I'd be a ruined man!" He gave a slight nod, to the man on his left.

The thug lunged forward.

Alicia saw a brief, metallic glint, in the subdued light, and next moment, Stephen was clutching at a knife, that was buried up to the hilt, in his guts. Alicia gasped with fright, and clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Uuuuungh," Stephen gurgled, a look of surprised horror on his face, as a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. He slowly sank to his knees, as the others watched, impassively, then fell forward onto his face on the carpet, with a sickening, jarring thud!

Alicia, pulled away from the door, and leant back against the wall, shaking with fright, one hand still clutched over her mouth, the other against her pounding breast. "Oh Jesus Christ," she thought, "they... they've killed him! They've only gone and fuckin' killed the guy! What have I gotten myself into? Shit! Shit! Shit! Why me? Oh dear God, why me?" Tears glistened in her large, frightened eyes.

She suddenly realized that she was the sole witness to a cold-blooded gangland murder. "If they realize that I've just witnessed the killing, then my life won't be worth a brass farthing!" she thought, trembling with fright.

"Hey boss, there's some women's clothing here!" growled one of the thugs "He must've had a lady friend up here?"

Alicia's blood ran ice cold! "Oh Jesus, they'll find me in here," she gasped, her heart pounding. She glanced out of the partially open doorway, desperately. The outer door to the room had been left slightly open, and it was barely four feet away from the bathroom exit. "You'll have to make a run for it, girl!" she decided, pulling herself together. "It's your only hope!"

She eased open the bathroom door and tip-toed out, silently pulling open the outer door and slipping into the hotel corridor.

"Maybe the dame's still here?" she heard Arnie say, just as she slipped out of the doorway. "Harry, check out the bathroo..." He must have caught a brief glimpse of her, as she slipped out of the doorway. "Hey, there she goes! Get her, boys!" he yelled. "She's making a break for it!"

Totally oblivious to the fact that she was naked, apart from her stockings and suspenders, Alicia sprinted for her life, rounding a bend in the corridor, and almost colliding with a man just coming out of a room.

"Please, please help me!" she gasped, bundling them both back into the room, and closing the door behind them. She leant back against the door, her small breasts heaving with emotion, as she gasped for breath.

The man stared at her in open-mouthed amazement. The girl was totally starkers, apart from the briefest of black garter belts, supporting a pair of dark, patterned stockings. She was an absolute cracker, too! "I must be dreaming!" he exclaimed, with a broad smile on his face.

"Please, please, you've got to help me!" she panted, clutching at his arm. "Three men are chasing me, trying to kill me! You must hide me! Please!" She was trembling, violently, obviously terrified.

"Are you serious," he asked, incredulously.

Before he could say any more, there was a loud thumping on the door.

"Hey, you got a naked broad in there?" a deep, male voice yelled.

"Quick, hide in the closet!" he whispered, guiding her over to the built-in wardrobe. She nodded, gratefully, and slipped between the hanging garments, to crouch down, still shaking with fright.

The loud knocking resumed. "Hang on, hang on, I'm coming," her knight in shining armor called out, walking over and opening the door a few inches. "What the hell do you want?" he enquired.

One of the muscle-bound hulks was standing outside, hopping from one foot to the other. "You seen a naked female 'round here?" he enquired, with a suspicious glare.

"I should be so lucky," her protector replied, with a grin. "Sorry, but no! I just wish I had."

The big guy continued to glare at him, suspiciously. "If you do, then give me a yell! She's just escaped from a mental asylum, and she's very, very dangerous!"

"S-Sure!"

"Sorry to have disturbed you! Goodnight!"

"G-Goodnight!"

He closed the door, and leant back against it, waiting until the footfalls had receded. "You can come out now!" he announced, calmly, when he was reasonably sure the coast was clear.

Alicia stepped out of the closet, aware, for the first time, of her state of nudity. "Thank you!" she gasped. "You've just saved my life! You don't think I'm insane, do you?"

"Er, no!"

She noticed his eyes, hungrily roving over her nakedness, and her hand moved, subconsciously, to cover her crotch. "Ah, um! Have you a spare pair of underpants and a shirt that I could borrow, please?" she pleaded, in a little girl voice. "I seem to have left most of my clothes behind, in my hurry to get away from them!"

His eyes lifted to hers, and he grinned. "I think I could manage that!" he declared. "She might be weird," he figured, "but she seems fairly sane!"

-oOo-

He watched, as she half-turned away and wriggled into the pair of black Marks and Spencer briefs he'd dug out for her, then watched her delicious breasts jiggling, as she pulled the white tee-shirt on, over her head. "What a shame to hide such gorgeous assets," he thought, ruefully.

When she was semi-respectable, he patted the mattress beside him. "Better sit down, and tell me all about it, Ms?" he suggested. "My name's Mike, by the way! Mike O'Reilly!"

"Alicia, Alicia Rossetti," she replied, shaking hands, and blushing, prettily. "I don't usually run into strange men's bedrooms, without any clothes on, but this was a bit of an emergency!" Mike was a good-looking guy, not much older than herself, she observed, as she sat down beside him.

"So, what happened?" he asked, curiously, trying to keep his mind off those jiggling boobs, with only limited success.

"I-I was in room 503, along the corridor, with a man friend, named Stephen Smith," she began, blushing, in spite of herself. "I was in the bathroom, relieving myself, prior to our... to our making love, when these three men burst in! There was a brief argument, and one of them stabbed Stephen to death!"

They actually killed this man, right in front of your eyes?" Mike asked, incredulously.

"No, no! I was peeping out of the bathroom! They didn't even know I was there, until I made a run for it!"

"Hell, you really ARE in danger! You're a witness to a murder! We better phone the police, right away?" He reached out for the bedside extension phone.

"NO!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. "No cops, please!"

"But, why not?"

"B-Because Stephen wasn't my boyfriend! He... He was a customer! I'm... I'm a prostitute!" She grimaced with distaste, as she said the word. "I'd probably end up in jail for soliciting, at the very least! That's if they fail to pin the murder on me!"

"But, you can't let these guys get away with murder!" Mike exclaimed, grabbing her by both forearms and gently shaking her. "You MUST go to the law, it's your duty as a citizen!"

"It isn't my battle," she cried, shrilly, pulling away, panic written all over her pretty face. "It was nothing to do with me! Promise me you won't go to the cops, Mike! Pleasssse?"

"Okay, okay!" he agreed, with a sigh, seeing that she was becoming severely agitated once again.

She snuggled up close, and placed her cheek against his chest. "Oh Mike, I'm so frightened," she half-sobbed. "Please hold me close!"

He slipped his arms around her. He could feel her soft breasts through the thin material of the tee-shirt, feel the pounding of her heart. She smelt good too, real good! Mike hadn't had a woman for over a year now, and this girl was turning him on like crazy! He felt the first real stirrings in his groin.

"How can I ever repay you?" she asked, huskily, staring up at him, through tearful eyes, her full lower lip quivering.

He leant forward and tenderly kissed her on the mouth, before replying. "I only did what any normal man would do, in my position!" he replied, modestly. His hand accidentally cupped her breast, through the thin cotton, and he felt her nipple instantly harden under his palm. "Jesus, but you're sexy," he groaned, as he lost all remaining self-control, and his mouth descended onto hers, once again.

This time, their kiss was long, hot and passionate, as she eagerly returned his ardor. His one hand slipped beneath her tee-shirt cupping her naked breast and squeezing the hard, erect nipple, whilst the other slipped into her briefs and cradled her sex. "Jesus, but you're hot!" he exclaimed, as he rubbed his stiff fingers against her moist vagina.

She moaned, as they broke apart, closing her eyes. "Make love to me, please, Mike," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open, and staring into his. "Please make love to me?"

He nodded, and helped her out of her tee-shirt, then watched, as she hooked her thumbs into her briefs, and wriggled them down, until she could step out of them.

She lay back on the bed and watched, as he stripped off his clothes, pleased to see his impressive erection, standing out from his full ballsack.

She raised her knees and parted her thighs, as he scrambled onto the bed, between her legs.

"Are you sure this is what you really want?" he asked, hoarsely.

She spread her pussy lips with her well-manicured fingers, exposing her succulent inner lips and her dark, throbbing clitoris, to his gaze. "Take me," she groaned, writhing her hips. "I need you inside me, NOW!"

He swallowed hard and nodded, guiding his seven-inch lance between her puffy labia. He wasn't used to a woman coming onto him this strong! She was already incredibly wet, and his penis slid into her, with a minimum of resistance, as he lowered himself onto her. "God, but she feels good!" he groaned to himself.

"Aaaaugh, yessss!" she gasped, as his hot man flesh filled her aching void. "That feels soooh nice!" Somehow, she felt much safer and secure, with his throbbing cock filling her aching pussy.

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbing her prominent nipples to full erection, as he began to move his hips, pumping in and out of her tight, muscular convolutions, with rhythmical precision. He could hardly believe his luck! He realized that he was probably taking advantage of her feelings of gratitude, but he was only made of flesh and blood, after all!

She wrapped her strong thighs about his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, and allowing him maximum access to her hot, wet, womanhood. "Harder, deeper!" she gasped, urging him on.

He increased his tempo, thrusting hard and deep into her hot, scarlet, slit, their taut bellies slapping together, with each full penetration. He slipped a hand between them, his fingers teasing her engorged clit, whilst the fingers of the other hand, pinched and pulled at her left nipple.

She jerked, and cried out! "Oh, yesss!" she gasped. "Ooooh, yes, yes, yes!" Her powerful cunt muscles squeezed his muscular cock, at the same time bathing it with her vaginal secretions.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, feeling his climax rapidly approaching. "I'm going to cum!" he groaned, with a shudder, somehow maintaining his powerful thrusting.

Alicia was now so far gone, that she barely heard his warning. This was an exquisite fucking he was giving her, and she was rapidly approaching he own, longed for, orgasm! "Ooooh, aaaah, aaaugh!"

"Uuuungh!" With a strangled cry, he shot his creamy load into her vulva, jerking his hips forward, with each powerful spurt.

As his hot spunk splattered against the walls of her cunt, it triggered her own much needed orgasm, and her muscles began to spasm, about his slick, shifting shaft. "Ooooh, aaagh, yes, yesss!" she gasped, her hips bucking, uncontrollably, as they rose up, to meet each powerful downward thrust. Love juices bathed his slick shaft, as his prick rubbed against her swollen clit, and oozed from her tightly-stretched opening.

As her powerful contractions slowly died away, and their bodies came to rest, she opened her eyes, and gazed up at him, with a satisfied smile on her lips. "Not bad, not bad at all!" she murmured, happily.

He eased his shrinking penis from her sopping quim, and sat back on his haunches, trailing a silvery trial of cum, down the inside of her right thigh. "Wow," he panted, a thin sheen of sweat covering his naked body, "that was the best fuck I've ever had!" 

She half sat up, supporting herself on her elbows. "You deserved it," she murmured. "After all, you have just saved my life, darling!"

A guilty look appeared on his face. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I-I've just taken advantage of your distraught state!"

She reached out and stroked his cheek. "Nonsense! It was just what I needed! But now we have to figure out how I'm gonna get out of this mess?"

His face became serious. "You're absolutely right! Get your clothes on, Alicia, while I try to figure out a plan! They're bound to have figured out by now, that you're holed up somewhere in the hotel, and they'll be watching all the exits! There's no way that they could just barge into over a hundred rooms and search them all!"

Alicia paused, as she was pulling on the tee-shirt. "The first thing you'll have to do, is buy me some new clothes," she exclaimed. "I can't go around dressed like this? I would stick out like a sore thumb, assuming I wasn't arrested first!"

"True!" He chuckled, as she pulled the shirt down over her bouncing boobs.

"You'll have to trust me for the money," she added. "I don't appear to have bought any with me!"

"That I can believe," he replied, with a wide grin. "I shall have to pop out in the morning, and purchase some clothes. What sort of things should I buy?"

"Use your imagination!" she said, with an impatient sigh. "A bra, panties, a dress and a pair of shoes should suffice!"

"What sizes?" he asked, looking a little embarrassed, at the question.

She grinned, at his discomfort. "A 34c bra, small size knickers, size ten dress, and a size five shoe!"

"Any particular style or color?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just get something that suits me, and doesn't stand out too much, in a crowd! I don't want to attract unwanted attention, when we leave!"

He nodded. "I figure we should arrange for a taxi to pick us up at the main entrance, about mid-morning! We'll act like a pair of young lovers, and slip out, when the lobby's crowded with people!"

"Do you think it will work?" she asked, anxiously, her forehead creasing.

He grinned. "We'll find out, when we try it! Courage, mon petite!" His face became serious, once more. "You can sleep in my bed, tonight! I'll take the chair! We must both try to get as much rest as we can!"

"Don't be silly," she retorted. "There's plenty of room in the bed for both of us!"

"Well..." He shrugged his shoulders, "if you really don't mind?" Who was he to argue with her logic!

"Good, then that's settled! Do you mind if I use the bathroom, before we retire? I feel a little hot and, er, sticky!"

He grinned. "Feel free!"

"Don't get yourself killed, while I'm in there," she added, half-seriously, starting to undress. She dropped the tee-shirt onto the bed, and started to wriggle out of her briefs. "By the way," she added, with a twinkle in her eyes, "I should warn you; I always sleep in the nude!" 



Alicia Ch. 02



I called Alicia on Thursday night, as she had instructed. "Why don't you come over here tomorrow night?" she asked. I readily agreed, and promised to make dinner.

Alicia had on a loose cotton lounging outfit when she opened the door of her condo. Her thick red hair spilled over her shoulders. She had on a slightly musky scent, and I could see that she wore no bra underneath her top. "Come in," she said, leading me into an expensively furnished living room.

The walls were a pleasant ivory white, the carpet was bluish-gray. Alicia's furniture consisted of overstuffed couches and armchairs. A very nice stereo played some light classical, that sounded like Mozart. There was a sliding glass door which led to a balcony, and adjoining the living room was a smaller dining room. A very comfortable place, I thought.

Alicia had dimmed the lights a little, and although it was still light outside, the shadows were lengthening.

I had a bag of groceries in my arms. Alicia led me to the compact kitchen. I unloaded the bags, and she picked up the nice medium-dry blush I had chosen. "Good choice," she remarked.

"Thanks," I said. "Let me chill it, and I'll pour you some."

"Sure," she said. She left me alone in the kitchen, and went over to the couch. She reclined and closed her eyes, apparently listening to the music. I put the wine in the freezer to chill faster, and set about making dinner. I had some nice fresh salmon, rice, and a salad.

Ten minutes later, I had the oven preheating and the salmon laid out and seasoned. The rice was measured, and the salads were made and cooling in the refrigerator. I took the wine out, and poured two glasses, then went over to the couch.

Mozart was still on. "I like Mozart," I remarked. "I do, too," she replied. "Of all the classical composers, I find his music to be the most, ah, accessible."

"They say he wrote music for the people, not just the elite. His operas are great, too."

She seemed a bit nervous, ill at ease. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "It's just that I've never done much of this sort of thing. Men usually avoid me." She looked at me. "I don't know how to act around you, Phillip."

"Well, all I can say is that I've enjoyed our time together so far. I'm a little nervous, too, but I know that I like being with you. Let's just try to relax and have a nice evening."

She smiled a little. "Okay," she said.

"Now," I said, "you just relax for a while longer, while I finish making dinner."

For the next twenty minutes or so, I rattled pots and pans. I watched Alicia over the counter. After a while, she curled up on the couch, and closed her eyes again, concentrating on the music.

I must say that I really outdid myself on dinner. The salmon was cooked just right. The rice was tender, the salad fresh. The wine was a bit cooler by now, and perfect for the meal. I watched with some pride as Alicia--no false modesty for her--ate heartily of my cooking. We talked, we drank, we ate. She gradually loosened up some, and even gave me one of her best smiles.

After dinner, I served the coffee and dessert--strawberry shortcake. Alicia ate heartily. I was proud of my cooking and proud of her appetite.

I sent her to the couch while I loaded the dishwasher, and then I got out the bottle of cognac I had brought. I served more coffee and the cognac to her on the couch. She said, "God, Phillip, I could get used to this kind of treatment."

"All part of the plan," I said.

I dimmed the lights a little more, and we put on some Aaron Copland. "He's one of my favorite modern composers," I said. I sat down beside her on the couch, and asked, "How was dinner?"

Alicia looked down at me and said, "It was delicious. I don't usually eat that well, living alone. Most of the time I just put something in the microwave."

"I don't either," I said. "I live alone also. It's just not worth the trouble."

Alicia reached over and put her arm around me, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of her big breasts. She bent down, and we kissed. It was a searching kiss: not hungry or sloppy. We touched our lips together, opened our mouths slowly, and let our tongues come together, tentatively at first, then with more desire.

I put my arms around her neck and moaned a little as my big woman consumed me with her lips and tongue. I gave myself up to the sensations; I felt a barrier inside of me crumble as Alicia crushed me to her.

She moaned slightly, breathing heavily, and then broke the kiss. She looked at me intently, a mixture of emotions passing across her face. I saw fear, and anger, and then, finally, I saw desire. Her lips were full and slightly swollen. Her eyes were shining and glazed. For a moment, she seemed to have turned inward; inspecting and reviewing the feelings coursing through her. She closed her mouth and swallowed, stood up, took my hand, and led me into her bedroom.

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Alicia's bedroom was dark except for the lamp on the bedside table. Her bed was large, a king-size at least. She unbuttoned my shirt, a bit clumsily, but she got it done. She stripped it off me, and threw it on the floor. Then, she undid my belt buckle, unfastened my pants, and let them drop to the floor. She pushed me down on the bed, knelt and stripped off my shoes, socks, and pants.

I had on jockey shorts. Those were down in a flash, exposing my erect cock. Alicia took hold of it gently and examined it closely. She stroked it a few times, then stood up and hurriedly took off her own clothing, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. God, she looked magnificent nude! Alicia was not fat, but she was large. She had what I would call a voluptuous figure. She got up on the bed with me, took me in her arms, and I was suddenly immersed in mountains of sweet-smelling womanflesh. Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I buried my face in them, kissing the hollow. Alicia grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to hers. She crushed her lips down on mine and I was overcome by the power and intensity of the kiss. Alicia and I were like two parched travelers, who, having finally found an oasis, were drinking deeply of the cool water.

Now, I was not a virgin, and neither was Alicia. I reached down between her thighs to find her pussy very, very wet. I stroked it gently, and Alicia pressed my hand deeper and moaned.

"I want to kiss you down there," I whispered.

She needed no coaxing. Immediately, she laid on her back and drew her knees up. I started at her breasts, covering them with kisses, and moving downward slowly. I sucked hard on her nipples, causing her to gasp with pleasure. I kissed slowly downward over her smooth, white belly, past her navel, and then into the thick, crimson patch of pussy hair. I leaned down, put my lips against her labia majora, and parted her tart pussy lips with my tongue.

Alicia moaned with pleasure, and I put my whole mouth on her pussy, tasting her fully, and licking and sucking her swollen clit. I moved down to her anus, probing that puckered orifice with my tongue, then moved back up again, engulfing her clit with my mouth.

"Oh, don't stop Phillip!!"

I flicked her clit back and forth, gently but firmly with my tongue until Alicia tensed, and with a loud cry, climaxed.

"I want your cock in me now! Hurry!" she ordered.

I scooted around and got between her legs. Alicia took my rock-hard cock in her hand and placed it at the flowing entrance to her pussy. My God, she was wet! I pushed a little, then practically fell into her. Genitals and mouths locked together in a soul kiss, and we began moving together rhythmically. She was so hot and our desire so strong that it was all I could do to keep from coming right then. But I somehow held back, and Alicia coached me through the loving.

"Okay, higher, that's it. Now lower. Oh god that's good. Down, deeper, faster, oh, fuck me hard!"

"I can't hold out much longer! I'm going to come!" I gasped.

"Don't come yet. Just a little longer. Oh, oh, oh!!" Alicia screamed out another orgasm, and I was nearly thrown off her. At the same time, my pleasure peaked, and my semen spurted into her hungry pussy.

Exhausted, we slept spoon fashion, with Alicia's big arms wrapped around me and her breasts pressed against my back. When we awoke, it was two in the morning. We cuddled a little, talking quietly, and Alicia turned on the lamp. She ran her hands over my body, murmuring, "Such lovely smooth skin."

"Alicia," I said, "I've got to ask you a question."

"Okay," she said.

"Would you ever consider...I mean, you wouldn't think it was too weird if..."

"What?" she asked.

"I want you to spank me, please. Spank me hard."

Silence. It seemed interminable. I waited, hardly breathing.

"Get across my lap," she said finally.

Trembling, I complied. "You have been a very bad boy, Phillip Vandermere," she said sharply.

"I know, Mistress."

"What kind of punishment do you think you should receive?"

"I think I need a spanking, Mistress. A good, hard spanking."

"Then that's just what you're going to get," she said.

Then Alicia began spanking me on my butt and the backs of my thighs with a hard hand. It was a spanking that would keep me red for several days afterward. I squirmed and tried to crawl away, but she held me firmly and spanked me steadily. She really knew what she was doing. The punishment went on and on. Her hand never seemed to tire. Eventually, my tears began to flow, and in the midst of my pain, I realized something. I realized that my ass was taking the brunt of years of pent-up anger at other men; men who had avoided her, insulted her, tried to hold her back or manipulate her. My cock was nestled between her soft thighs, and the contrast between that exquisite pleasure, and the exquisite pain I was experiencing at her hands was almost enough to make me come then. But soon, the pain became too much to bear, and I was sobbing.

Eventually, she stopped. I think her hand finally became tired. "That's enough," she said. Painfully, I got off and lay down beside her on the bed. Seeing my erection, she bent down and, with a little cry, quickly took me into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked me until I was just about ready to burst, then took her mouth off, lay back and threw her legs open. "Get on top of me now!" she said.

I scrambled to do so, and drove my cock into her up to the hilt. This time, there was no pacing ourselves. We were like animals. We grunted and groaned: Me in mixed pleasure-pain, Alicia in pure, demanding pleasure.

"Oh god, pound me, Phillip!" Alicia gasped. I kept up a steady hard rhythm. Alicia dug her nails into my tender ass, sending a shock wave of pain through my body.

"Oh Mistress, I can't hold out any longer," I cried. The pressure in my cock was unbearable. I cried out loudly as my climax hit me, and I shot gob after gob of thick hot sperm into Alicia's snatch.

Alicia sensed my climax, and, just at the time I was coming, shuddered deeply and climaxed as well. We fucked right through our climaxes, enjoying every nuance of feeling, our lips locked together, moaning into each other's mouths.

When we were finally done, we were both breathing as if we had just run a marathon. Alicia wouldn't let me out of her until I was too soft to stay in. Then we slept, arms and legs entangled, for the rest of the night.



Alicia Ch. 02



Author's Note: Part II starts immediately following the events of Part I. This took me a little longer than originally intended to write. For all who enjoy this work please contact me or leave comments as I like to hear what my readers think.




"I'm calling the police," Alicia said.

All of my hopes and dreams withered before my eyes. I was school. I couldn't get arrested for trespassing while masturbating in my roommate's socks.

"No, please don't. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" shouted Alicia. "I just found you jerking off in my socks and all you can say is that you're sorry? How many times have you done this? How many times have I worn socks that were filled with your dried cum?"

I quickly replied, "This is the first time, I swear."

"Like I believe you. You are clearly a pervert, how can I trust you not to do this again," stated Alicia.

"Please I can't go to jail," I begged.

"Well you should have thought of that before coming into my room and using my dirty laundry for your sexual pleasure," Alicia retorted as she looked down at her sock still wrapped around my limp cock.

"I will do whatever you want, just don't call the police."

"Like what, cum in my socks some more. No thanks," Alicia replied.

"No, really there must be something I can do."

Suddenly Alicia smirked. "Wait right here. If I think you moved even a foot before I get back I am calling the cops." 

Then Alicia turned and left me kneeling on her bedroom floor. I knew Alicia was seriously and as I waited for what seemed like an eternity, I dared not move even though my knees were not use to kneeling for long and severely ached. Just when I thought I could no longer continue in the same position I heard movement on the stairs. The door swung open and in came Alicia with a small bag in her hand.

"Good to see you can follow instructions," she said. "After what I saw today, there is no way I trust you not to come into my room and masturbate to my stuff. So there is only one way to prevent this from happening again."

With that, Alicia removed a small male chastity device from the bag. "If you don't want the police involved you will be wearing this from now on," Alicia said.

I knew I had no choice and based on Alicia's broad grin, she knew I would let her lock up my cock.

"Fine I'll do it," I said.

"Not good enough, beg me."

I looked into her eyes and knew she was serious. She planned to humiliate me, to break me.

"Please Alicia. Please cage my useless cock. My cock now belongs to you Alicia."

Alicia smirks. "Take off my sock and put this on instead," she says, passing the chastity device and a small brass lock to me.

When I was done, Alicia said "Now that your cock is mine there are a few rules you must follow if you want me to keep quiet about your current predicament. First, unless we are at school you must always refer to me as Miss Alicia. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Alicia," I immediately said.

"Second, you are in charge of all of my chores. Every week I expect you to do my laundry, clean my room, clean the bathroom, grow grocery shopping, and run whatever other errands I come up for you to do. Also as I don't have a car you will drive me to and from school every day. Finally, when we are both home, I expect you to knock on my door. When I tell you to enter, you are to immediately strip off all your clothes, get on your knees, and do whatever I tell you. Is that understood?" she demanded.

"Yes Miss Alicia."

Over the next week, Alicia instructed me on how to go about doing my chores and promised that if I did not do them to her satisfaction I would be punished. During that week, I did not get one peek of Alicia's feet as she wore her sneakers all the time. One day after getting home from school, Alicia met me at the front door and said, "Laundry time. I have already brought my clothes downstairs. All you need to do is wash them."

"Yes Miss Alicia," I dutifully said.

"Oh, and one more thing, it's been over a week since I took control of your cock and I know you have to be dying to touch it, dying to think of my beautiful feet while you jerk off. Well, you can't do that but while you do my laundry I want you to smell the socks I left on top of the hamper. I wore them every day this week with my sneakers on."

I groaned, already my cock was straining in its cage thinking about the sweet smell of Miss Alicia's feet. I went to the cellar and picked up the white ankle socks with red polka dots that were on top. I brought them to my nose and inhaled the pungent scent of Miss Alicia's sweaty feet. I continued to smell them as I started the washing machine, my cock throbbing as it tried to get hard despite its confined state. I turned around just as Miss Alicia was coming downstairs, holding a pair of shoes.

"Enjoying those socks foot slut?" she purred. "Well I have another treat for you. While you wait to put my clothes in the dryer I figure you could do some more of my laundry...with your tongue. I'm going to watch you clean my sneakers that I have worn all week. You have until the washing machine stops to clean every inch of my shoes or you will be severely punished."

I dropped to my knees and began to slowly lick the top of Miss Alicia's well-worn grey and pink Nikes. The outside of her sneakers tasted of mud and I found it difficult to continue my tongue cleaning, even so I was aroused at being ordered to clean her filthy shoes. Inside was even worse. Years of built up sweat created a salty pungent taste. After what seemed like forever, I finally finished cleaning one sneaker. As I moved on to the other one, I heard Miss Alicia giggle.

"Only five minutes left loser, better hurry up," she said.

Quickly I ran my tongue over the entire shoe but knew I had no hope. Before, I could even begin licking the inside I heard the washing machine beep. 

"Time's up. You failed, you had one simple job and you couldn't even do that. Put my clothes in the dryer, then strip off your clothes and put them in the washing machine," Miss Alicia ordered.

I did as I was told and got on my knees in front of Miss Alicia. I saw that she was holding the socks that I had been forced to sniff earlier.

"Get on all fours and open your month," she commanded.

As soon as I obeyed, she stuffed her socks into my mouth.

"Since you couldn't clean my sneakers, maybe you can clean my socks instead. As punishment, I will spank you 20 times, but don't drop my socks or I will start over."

Smack, Miss Alicia's hand came down full force on my left ass cheek, causing me to moan in pain. Several more smacks in quick succession and I was fidgeting. 

"Aww, is my punishment causing you pain?"

"Yes, Miss Alicia," I attempted to say through the socks in my mouth.

"Too Bad."

SMACK, I yelled out in pain spitting the socks out the socks as pain exploded from my balls.

"I never said where I would spank you," Miss Alicia said as she giggled. "Now we have to start over again.

Miss Alicia stuffed her socks back into my mouth and began to spank my ass again. After my spanking was over, Miss Alicia sat down on the couch.

"Now crawl over to me loser, you are to be my footstool until my clothes are dry," stated Miss Alicia.

My ass burning, my knees aching, I did as she commanded, grunting as she dug her heels into the small of my back. I stayed as still as I could for a half hour until the dryer chimed. Miss Alicia got up and got her clothes from the dryer.

"While you wait for your clothes to finish washing and then drying finish cleaning my sneakers," Miss Alicia said as she walked up the stairs.

The next few weeks were uneventful, until one day I got a text message from Miss Alicia that read, "I just got home, when you get home remember My rules, I have a special surprise for you." I had an hour left in class and I couldn't focus on the lecture the rest of the way. My mind was racing: Would I finally be allowed to touch my cock or would I finally be able to suck on Miss Alicia's delicate toes? It was all too much after having my cock locked up for most of the past month.

Finally class ended and I drove home. I walked up stairs and knocked on Miss Alicia's door.

"Come in slave," Miss Alicia called.

I opened the door stepped in and began to unbutton my button-down shirt, but then stopped as I looked up. Sitting next to Miss Alicia on the bed was a five foot skinny brunette girl, Giulia, who I recognized from law school. I was stunned; I couldn't strip naked in front of another law student.

"What are you waiting for slave, you know the rules. Take off your clothes, NOW," Miss Alicia commanded.

Seeing the key dangling from a golden chain around Miss Alicia's neck, I knew I had no choice but to obey. I quickly removed my clothes turning bright red at the shame of another girl seeing my caged cock.

I got on my knees and said "How may I serve You Miss Alicia?"

"Ooo, you were right he is your obedient slut," said Giulia.

"Seeing as you were disobedient, a punishment is in order. Why don't you ask Miss Giulia how She would like to see you punished," Miss Alicia said.

To be continued...



Alicia Ch. 03



Alicia Ch 03

“She called me a moron, she had the gall to call me a moron. Can you believe it, that illiterate twit actually called me a moron?”

“What did you say Alicia?”

“I just stared at her, I mean I had explained what happened, how I’d let both burglars take me. It was scary at first Connie, but instead of fighting it, I let the sensation take over. Be honest Connie, you’ve fantasized about it before haven’t you, a complete stranger coming up to you and without a word simply taking you?”

“Well, yes...”

“There you are, but for me there were two men. I mean, looking at it one way I feel a bit slutty about it, but when he slipped his cock into me and reached for my clit, my body just took over. I just wish there was a way to find him.”

“What about the other guy?”

“That was odd, I’ve never been fucked in the ass before, and he was a bit rough, but as an experience, it was intense,” Alicia replied, running a rag over the greasy grill.

“I can’t get over it,” Connie replied, walking to the sink with the bucket.

“I tell you Connie, I’d certainly bend over again for that first guy.”

“But she called you a moron.”

“Sanctimonious bitch.”

“Yes, but why did she call you that?”

“Oh, I called his a lover, the first guy.”

“And she called you a moron?”

“Yes, got all uppity and told me a rapist was not a lover. My jaw hit the ground with that remark, but she continued, saying I referred to one of the vermin as a lover and that I was a moron for calling him that.”

“Rapist?”

“You know, part of me kept telling me to say “No,” or resist or something, but the way it felt, I was so turned on. With the second guy, I almost coaxed him into it. I get wet just thinking about it now.”

“She calls them rapist?”

“She tried to tell me that if I said no or resisted that they would have done the same thing that they did.”

“Would they?”

“Connie, how would I know, I just know that it felt good and I went with it. Hell, looking back, the only thing that might have made it better is if he would have eaten me first.”

“Alicia!”

“Oh don’t look at me like that, just imagine it, wearing a tee shirt... say no panties and leaning over and scrubbing the sink there.”

“Okay, yeah, I see it.”

“You feel a rough brush against your thigh, a man’s chin, his beard rubs the soft skin of your thigh. You glance down and see him, a complete stranger as his hands reach up and cup your ass. Not sure what to do, you feel his hot breath on your pussy so you open your legs to give him room.

“His tongue, slips between your lips, dipping into your cunt, then running up to your clit. You close your eyes as he kneads your ass, drawing your clit hard onto his mouth as she sucks it in, his tongue flicking all over it.

“You move your hips, fucking his face as you feel a finger slowly traces itself over your buttocks to the crack, then sliding down, finding your tight hole. He slides his lubed finger into your ass as his lips and tongue suck the length of your sensitive clit. Feeling him finger fuck your tight hole you gush onto him as you push your soaking pussy onto his chin.

“You come, grabbing and pulling his hair in your ecstasy, feeling his finger in your ass, his lips and tongue on your clit and his chin pressed against your cunt. You close your eyes as he...”

“...as he turns you around,” Connie continues, “bends you at the waist and grabs your hips. Before you can say anything to him, you feel his hard cock brush against your ass and then slip into your crack.” She smiles, obviously enjoying taking over this story.

“He gently eases his member to your hole, slipping the head inside as you loosen up and open to him. You say to him, ‘Come on baby, it’s your turn,' as he pushes deep into your tight ass. All he can do is moan as he withdraws and thrusts, your muscular walls squeezing him, covering him with pleasure, your pleasure.

“Soon he moves quickly, his balls slap your cunt as he crashes into you, groaning with every move. You squeeze on him, making him feel every inch of your depth as he fills you with his dirty dick. 

“All too soon he presses deep, arching his back and grabbing you hips, holding you tight as he pumps his hot cum into you. You wait, feeling him slowly recede as his cock shrinks and then slips out of you, now a tiny, shriveled little thing.”

“You turn around,” Alicia continues, “and kiss your LOVER long and hard on the mouth, aching for the time he can fuck you again.”

“Ah yes, a lover indeed, and to think she would call him a rapist.”

“A burglar definitely, but not a rapist, damn I only wish I knew his name.’



Alicia Ch. 03



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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CHAPTER 3

Mike stirred, and rolled over, picking up his Casio watch from the bedside table, and checked the time. "Half-eight!" he muttered, to himself. Suddenly, the memories of the previous evening, came flooding back, and he turned over onto his other side.

He released his pent-up breath. The naked brunette was still lying next to him! It hadn't been a wet dream, after all! Her eyelids fluttered slightly, as her chest rose and fell, with her shallow breathing. She was still sound asleep.

She'd lain awake for hours, clinging to him for comfort, so she was probably exhausted? Despite the obvious opportunity, he'd shown admirable restraint, by not forcing himself upon her, as they lay together!

He propped himself up on one elbow, and stared down at her. The bedclothes had slipped down, revealing her small, but perfectly shaped breasts to his avid gaze. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he suspected that he was already a little in love with her?

He tried to focus on the problem at hand. He had to go shopping for some female clothing, but first, they could both do with a decent breakfast! He picked up the telephone.

"Could you please send a full English breakfast and extra toast, and a large pot of tea, up to room 513," he requested the woman who answered. "I'll have double portion of everything! I feel a bit peckish, this morning!"

"Certainly, sir," came the polite, female response. "Will that be all?"

"Yes thanks!" He replaced the receiver, and turned, as he heard the girl stirring, beside him.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared up at him, with a dreamy smile on her beautiful face. "Morning!" She sighed, stretching her arms out, above her head, oblivious to her nakedness. "I feel hungry!"

"I've just ordered us some breakfast," he told her, brushing a wisp of stray hair from her face. "Afterwards, I'll go shopping for some clothes for you!"

An anxious look crossed her face. "Oh shit, yes! Do you think they are still looking for me?"

"Almost certainly, so you'd better stick close to me!"

"How close?" she murmured, placing her arms about his neck and pulling his mouth down onto hers.

"Mmmm!" came his muffled response, as she gave him a passionate kiss, his hand falling onto her naked breast, feeling the nipple instantly react and harden. Her hand reached out and encircled his, already hardening manhood, as she rolled over and straddled his hips.

She broke off their kiss, and raised her head, starring down at him, at the same time, maneuvering his fat erection, until it eased into her waiting pussy. "Mmmm," she murmured, arching her eyebrows and wiggling her hips, as he slid fully into her velvet glove, "what shall we do, while we wait for the breakfast to arrive, darling?"

He grinned up at her. "You're incorrigible," he declared, as his penis attained it's full stature, inside her moist, clinging confines.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're insinuating?" she replied, sitting back on her haunches, still transfixed on his muscular lance, her breasts jiggling, the nipples standing out, hard. "But a girl's got to have a little fun, sometimes!"

She started to rhythmically raise and lower herself on his rigid pole, arching her back, and throwing her head back, eyes closed. "Mmmm, yes! Now this is what I call fun!" she gasped. "Ooooh, yes, yessss!"

Mike felt her powerful cunt muscles, contracting about his cock, gripping him tightly, rapidly coaxing him towards climax. He groaned with pent-up desire, gripping the tops of her thighs, and thrusting up to meet her. "You sure know how to make a guy happy," he acknowledged.

She grinned, and started to play with her burgeoning clit, while she pumped up and down on his veiny shaft.

He was just about to cum, when the doorbell rang. "Get off me," he gasped, as he tried to pull out of her.

"But I haven't cum yet!" she mewled, refusing to release his cock.

"Get off me, you little idiot!" he gasped, in a panicky voice.

She rolled off him, with a loud sigh of frustration. "Spoil-sport!"

"Hide in the bathroom," he hissed, as he pulled on a short dressing gown to hide his nakedness.

The doorbell rang again, more insistently this time. "Coming!" he called out, heading for the door, as Alicia's cute little bottom disappeared into the bathroom.

He pulled the door open. "Yes?"

"Your breakfast, sir!" announced, the young, blue-eyed blonde, standing alongside the breakfast trolley.

"Er, thanks," he mumbled, as he signed for it, and handed the pen and paper back to the uniformed girl, aware of her intense scrutiny.

She paused, hopefully, waiting for a tip, but, seeing that none was forthcoming, she shrugged and turned away, leaving the trolley behind.

Mike dragged it through the doorway, and closed the door behind him. "You can come out now," he called, "breakfast has arrived!"

"Oh goody, I'm starving!" she declared, appearing in the doorway, scratching her pubes. "Hey, there's only one breakfast?" she added, accusingly.

"I couldn't order breakfast for two, now, could I, you little idiot?" he replied, slightly annoyed. "That would've been a dead give-away!"

"I suppose not," she conceded, slightly mollified.

"Anyway, I ordered an extra big breakfast, so there should be plenty for both of us! We'll just have to share the eating utensils!"

-oOo-

After breakfast, they both got dressed, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Now, keep the door locked, and don't open it for anyone but me!" he instructed, seriously.

"How will I know when it's you?"

"If you hear three rapid knocks, followed by three slow ones, it will be me!"

"Okay! Hurry back!" Alicia gave him a parting kiss, and carefully let him out of the room.



Alicia Ch. 03



I awoke with Alicia beside me snoring quietly in a deep sleep. As I drew slowly towards full wakefulness, I became conscious of several things: The first was a pressing need to urinate. The second was the sensuous feeling of waking up beside Alicia's big warm body. The third was my sore butt. The memory of what had happened between Alicia and me the night before came back, and I felt embarrassed. What would any of my male friends think of me if they ever found out that I enjoyed being spanked? I would never live it down. And, what would Alicia think? Sure, it might be novel and exciting now, but wouldn't she eventually grow disgusted with me and want someone who could meet her on her own terms?

At the moment, I could do something about only one of those things. I got up to pee. Alicia sighed and turned over. I put on my tee shirt and went into the bathroom, still mulling over my predicament.

I was torn. As much as I liked Alicia, I wasn't sure that I could live with myself if our relationship was going to be based on her dominating me. It was true that I'd fantasized about big women most of my life, and that had included them spanking me. But fantasizing, and actually doing it are two different things. 

No matter, I was going to have to deal with it now. I had already told Alicia that she could be the boss, and I had submitted myself for a sound spanking. And what's more, I said to myself in the bathroom mirror, you enjoyed it. The surrender I had felt as she spanked me had been unlike anything I had ever felt. Sometime during the experience, I had felt a barrier within me break down. Between the pain and the pleasure, something in me had been touched, and I was changed.

I only hoped that Alicia was the right person for this kind of relationship. If domination was going to be a theme of our pairing, then it had to be loving domination. My psyche could take a lot of abuse, but it couldn't stand domination without caring. Also, I wouldn't stand for being humiliated publicly. I could take anything as long as I knew that Alicia cared. Having decided that, I left the bathroom and peeked in on her. She was still asleep, so I went into the kitchen and started breakfast.

It was eight-thirty by the clock on the kitchen wall. I was glad that both of us were off work. I hoped that this weekend turned out well. Alicia could have me, if she handled me the right way.

Everything we needed for breakfast was in the kitchen. I made coffee, cold orange juice, scrambled cheese eggs, sausage, croissants, margarine and jelly. I was wearing no underwear, and the light touch of the tee shirt on my butt reminded me of what I had received the night before.

The first few weeks of a romance must be the most intensely pleasurable, and painful, experiences a person can have. You feel more alive that at almost any other time. Alicia and I were not especially young: she was thirty-four, I was twenty-eight. But I felt that I had entered into what I call a "great love." Despite my misgivings, there was a part of me that felt that the relationship was right, and very much wanted it to succeed. I was excited and happy. I think also that, despite Alicia's gruff exterior, there was a part of her that was excited. I sensed that she also wanted our new relationship to work. Like many people, even powerful ones, Alicia was a bit lonely, even a little afraid.

As I prepared breakfast, I sensed a release of tension inside me. I was slowly coming to grips with what had happened. If she turned out to be the right woman for me, as I hoped, then there would also be time enough for me to "train" her in what I myself needed as a loved, and loving submissive.

I put the food onto plates and went back into the bedroom. I slipped beneath the warm sheets and cuddled up to her. I kissed her shoulder. She stirred and turned over, embracing me.

"Good morning," I said.

"'Morning," she said.

"I've made breakfast. Would you like to eat in here, or in the dining room?"

"I'll get up," Alicia said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She walked nude over to the bathroom and closed the door. I slipped on underwear, went into the dining room, and set the table for breakfast. A few minutes later, Alicia came in. She had brushed her hair and her teeth, and she was wearing an expensive satin dressing gown. I poured coffee and juice for her, then watched as she ate hungrily. I was hungry, but somehow didn't feel much like eating. We didn't say much, just made small talk. When we were done, I took her plate to the kitchen. We took coffee into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

"Well, any regrets?" I asked, smiling to cover my nervousness.

She thought for a moment, then said, "No, Phillip, at least not now. I must admit that I thought I would have some. I never thought that I would ever go out with anybody but another doctor, but the truth is I don't really like other doctors that much. Many of them are egotistical jerks. Hell, I'm an egotistical jerk. You, on the other hand, are not a jerk. And," she smiled a little, "I really enjoyed our lovemaking."

My stomach quavered as I asked, "What about, you know, what about the spanking?"

Alicia patted the couch beside her and I slid over closer. She put her arm around me and said, "That was all right, too. It felt good to get some anger out, but I must say it was a bit strange to me to be spanking a grown man over my knee."

I took a deep breath, still very nervous, and tried to explain my feelings. "Alicia, I don't exactly know how to say this, but I'll try anyway. For a person like me, to be punished like that is painful. I mean, it should be. But at the same time, it makes me feel cared for. All I could think about while you were hitting me was what you cared about me. And I was going to find some way to let you know that I cared about you, as well."

"Well, from what happened afterwards, I would say that I got the message," she said.

"I hope that I don't disgust you now."

"Phillip, you don't disgust me. Not at all. I like you, and I think that this little pairing of ours has a chance. We'll just have to take it slowly. I've never been in a relationship where I didn't have to compete with the man. This will be different for me."

She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. She tasted of coffee; her lips were warm and full. The heat from her body aroused me. She noticed and put her hand on my erection.

"I've got an idea," I said.

"What?"

"How about letting me give you the full treatment this morning?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, let me wash your hair and body, shave your legs, everything. I'll do your nails as well. How about it?"

She looked at me for a long moment, a quizzical expression on her face, then said, "Why the hell not?"

* * *

While Alicia relaxed on the couch, I cleaned up the kitchen. Then, I went into the bathroom to get ready. In the cabinets, I found shampoo, body wash, lotion, perfumes, anything I would need. I ran a warm tub and added bubble bath, then called her in. I was still dressed in a tee shirt and jockey shorts, so I pulled off my shirt. "What about the shorts?" Alicia wanted to know.

"This is for your enjoyment, not mine," I replied.

I slipped off her robe and she got in, sighing with contentment as she sank into the water. "Tilt your head back," I said. She did so and I poured warm water over her hair, wetting it thoroughly. Then I added shampoo and worked up a thick lather. Alicia sighed again as I massaged her scalp. "You have marvelous hair, Mistress," I said.

"What did you call me?" she asked.

"Mistress," I said. "I hope you don't mind."

"It's okay, I guess. But only when we're alone."

I rinsed her hair and added conditioner. "You buy the best, I see," I remarked.

"Yes, they're some of the few things I really splurge on," she replied.

I rinsed her with clear water and wrapped her hair in a towel. Then I put a new blade in her razor and said, "Let me see one of your legs."

She leaned back and put her leg on the side of the tub. I carefully shaved it, then the other one. "We'll get your bikini area when you get out," I said.

"Are you serious?" she asked incredulously.

"Oh yes, Mistress. Your care wouldn't be complete without the proper attention to that area."

"You are something else, Phillip, did you know that?"

"Raise your arm, please," I said, trying to stay focused on shaving under her arm. The truth was that I was getting aroused again. Alicia looked so sexy in the tub that I couldn't help it. Her breasts were soapy and beautiful, and her green eyes were shining with amusement. She had nice feet, too. The whole package was enough to get me hard again. Alicia noticed.

"What's that you've got there, Phillip?" she asked, brushing against my erect, though covered, penis.

"Never you mind, Mistress. We have other things to concentrate on," I said, mock-seriously. "Raise your other arm, please." I finished shaving under her arm and put the razor aside.

"Hey," she said softly.

She had a serious expression on her face. "Yes?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled me down to kiss me. It was a gentle, wet kiss, full of warmth and gratitude, and it thoroughly aroused me.

We broke the kiss and all I could do was stutter, "You're welcome, Alicia," before going on to the next stage in her care.

Next I scrubbed her back and front. I had her stand while I scrubbed her legs. I gently cleaned her sex, then had her sit back down again while I washed her face, and rinsed her off. She got out of the tub, and I wrapped her in a towel, then had her sit down on the toilet while I got the razor and scissors ready.

Gently, I pulled the towel back to expose her pussy. Her pubic hair was long, and thick, and rather unruly, sort of like Alicia herself. I picked up the scissors.

"Not too short," she said quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to trim it a little," I said.

I took a comb and the scissors and gently combed her coppery pussy hair out, snipping an errant curl off here and there. I worked carefully, not cutting off too much, and being especially careful that I didn't touch her with the scissors. A little pile of pubic hair accumulated on the floor. (I would save some of that for myself.) 

I wet the razor and put a little shaving cream around the edges of her newly trimmed triangle.

Alicia watched me intently as I moved in close and carefully shaved around the edges, neatening them up and leaving her with a perfectly groomed pussy. I then wiped the area carefully with a warm damp washcloth and said, "Let's go into the bedroom to finish up."

She sat on the bed while I dried, then combed out her hair. "Let it dry in the air," she said when I asked her if she wanted it blow-dried.

I removed her towel and had her lay down, nude, on her stomach across the bed. Then I took a little lotion and rubbed her down completely from her back down to her feet. I had her turn over and did the same to her front. All this time, she had her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. She said nothing, only followed my instructions and let me do what I wanted to do.

"What would you like to wear?" I asked.

"You," she replied.

"Maybe later," I said. "What now?"

"I'll just get back into my robe for now. That is, until you get out of the shower."

"The shower?" I asked.

"Yes. When you're done with me, I want you to take a shower for me."

It dawned on me what she meant. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

She chose a beautiful creamy red for her nails, and I did both her hands and her feet, after first filing them and smoothing them. Last but not least, I asked her what perfume she wanted to wear.

"I don't know," she said, "you choose."

I chose something light and floral, with a slight citrus note, for the day. I put it behind her ears and at the backs of her knees. Then I said, "All done. How did you like it?"

"I liked it," she said. She smiled at me, her very best smile. I was proud of my work. She was clean, smooth, smelling good, and ready for anything. "Now Phillip, go take a quick, I mean quick, shower, and come back to me."

I did just that. I took a quick shower, toweled off, shaved, and came back into the bedroom. "Take off your towel and come over here," Alicia said.

I came over and stood by the bed. My erection jutted out in front of me. She looked at it for a moment, then moved into the center of the bed. As she did so, her robe opened, exposing her breasts. I think she was excited, too. Her nipples were crinkled and erect. "Lay down over my lap," she said softly.

I lay down across her lap. As on the night before, my cock fitted neatly in the valley between her thighs. A wave of pure pleasure engulfed me as Alicia opened her legs momentarily, let me slide in, and then closed them again over my hot cock.

"I marked you up a little, didn't I?" she said quietly, gently touching my sore bottom.

"It feels that way, Mistress, but I don't mind."

"Well, you're pink, and a little bruised." She caressed me tenderly for a little while, examining closely the results of her handiwork. She had me open my legs, and gently hefted my scrotum, then touched my anus.

By this time, I was not only rock-hard, but leaking. She felt it and said, "Phillip, are you ready to come again, darling?"

"Only if you want me to, Mistress."

"Turn over," she said.

I turned over so that I was laying on my back across her body. "Am I too heavy?" I asked.

"Don't be silly," she said. She gently handled my cock, examining it from every angle. Her hand, with its bright red nails, was warm and strong. Slowly, she started pumping it up and down. I groaned with pleasure, and she grunted, and pumped a little faster.

I closed my eyes, and my universe became Alicia's hands, and the pleasure or pain they were able to give. My bottom was still sore, but the soreness became warmth and spread to my cock, where it joined the warmth and pleasure caused by Alicia's hands as they stroked my cock. It seemed as if my loving and dominant mistress had been doing this all her life. The pleasure kept building and building. I became aware of a voice saying, "Thank you, thank you," and realized that it was mine. Then I was moaning continuously as the pleasure and the pressure in me rose higher and higher. I was aching for release and I said, "Mistress, I am going to come soon!"

And she replied, "Come for me, Phillip. Let me see it." 

She continued to pump my cock at a steady rhythm, then leaned down and whipped her tongue briefly across the head. It was as if an electric shock had coursed through me. "Oh!" I cried out. She continued stroking and suddenly, I could hold it no longer. "Mistress! Here it comes! I'm coming now!" I gasped.

I gave a strangled cry as my semen rushed through the shaft of my engorged cock and spurted forth in a veritable fountain. I dimly heard Alicia grunt in satisfaction as my essence spewed forth, large dollops landing on her breasts, coating her hand, and pooling on my belly.

She pumped me a few more times, gently, squeezing out the last of my thick white come. We were both breathing heavily. She squirmed out from under me, opened her robe completely, and enclosed both of us in its silken folds. We were now glued together by my semen, the liquid evidence of my feelings for her. She hugged me to her and stroked my hair, my back, my sore bottom.

"I love you, mistress, I love you," I gasped.

"I know, I know," she soothed.

"I want to serve you. Please say that I can."

"Yes," she said, hugging me tightly to her.



Alicia Ch. 04



Alicia Ch. 04 

“Damn Alicia, our story has me positively dripping, I’m gonna need to do something or I’ll be awake all night.”

“You have any toys at home?”

“Yeah, but damn, I want a real man.”

“There’s always Fredrick, he’s up front vacuuming.”

“Whoa Alicia, that’s jail bait, some prime jail bait, but jail bait all the same.”

“Think again Connie, that’s boy turned nineteen last week.”

“Nineteen? No way.”

“Way baby, way.”

“Does he even shave?” Connie asked.

“I don’t know, but with that baby face you won’t have to worry about his beard chafing your thighs.”

“If I wanted that, I could just wrap my legs around you.”

“Hmm, that’s a thought.”

“No, not tonight, I need a man.”

Alicia smiled, “Fredrick’s a man.”

“Has he even done it before?”

“Let’s ask him, wouldn’t you like to be his first? You know you never forget your first time. Why not give him a memory Connie?”

“We don’t even know if he’s a virgin or not.”

“Well I’m gonna ask,” Alicia said, walking to the door leading into the main dining room. She opened the door and hollered out, “Fredrick, hey, come back here for a minute, Connie has something to ask you.”

He finished wrapping the cord onto the vacuum cleaner handle and pushed it ahead of him as he headed for the kitchen. Opening the door, he carefully rolled the vacuum into the janitor’s closet and then came over to Connie and Alicia.

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Connie felt her face flush as she stammered, “Ah… ugh, what I wanted to know was… well, we were wondering if… that is to say… ah…”

Unable to stand it any more, Alicia cut in, “Connie wants to know if you’ve been with a woman before.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Connie wants to know if you are a virgin.”

Fredrick looked at Alicia with a startled expression. He slowly turned his head toward Connie and nervously answered, “Well… I haven’t actually…”

“Haven’t actually?” Alicia cut in. “What have you done? Haven’t you had a girlfriend?”

“I’ve had a girlfriend, I have a girlfriend and we’ve done things,” he said defensively.

“What things?” Alicia asked, ignoring Connie’s glare.

“Well I don’t think…”

“Have you touched her tits?”

“Yes.”

“Have you sucked them?”

“Yes, but…”

“Hands in her pants?”

“Once.”

“Has she jacked you off?”

“No.”

“Has she even touched your cock?”

“Yeah, through my pants.”

“Did you like it?” Alicia continued, glancing over to Connie.

“Yes… no… yes I liked it, of course I liked it.”

“You ever wonder what a real woman would do with you?”

“I do, but…”

“You think Connie is pretty?”

“Well yes.”

“Is she sexy?”

“Yes.”

“You know, I bet if I went and finished up in the dining room, leaving you and Connie back here alone, she might show you a think or two,” Alicia said, noticing how she was looking him over. “Do you think you could show him a thing or two Connie?”

“I could try,” she answered, running a finger down his chest.

“Fredrick, would you like me to finish up out front?”

“Ah… if Connie…”

“Of course Connie would like to! Wouldn’t you Connie?”

Nodding, Connie said, “If Fredrick’s game, I am.”

“Well, it looks like we have work to do,” Alicia said, winking at Connie before passing through the door into the dining area.

Connie watched Alicia breeze through the door and then looked back to Fredrick. He stood, frozen in position, his cock bulging magnificently. She moved closer to him, reached down and grabbed his cock.

“Did your girlfriend ever do this?” she asked, sliding her hand up and down his pants.

“She touched it before, but never this,” he said with a sigh.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he said with a moan.

Quickly releasing it and holding her hands up she replied, “Ooh, I better stop for a bit I think. We don’t want you finishing up too soon.”

Connie quickly removed her blouse and bra, watching Fredrick as he watched her. She unbuttoned her pants and then silently took his hands and pressed them to her breasts, arching her back to him. His hands were cold, but quickly warmed up as he gently squeezed her breasts, moving his palms over her nipples.

She reached up and opened his shirt, then pulled him to her, feeling his chest press against her. She guided his right hand to her open pants and slipped it under the elastic of her panties as she whispered, “You’ve never touched a woman’s pussy before?”


“No,” he said hoarsely. 

“Yes, slide your finger down between… yes. You feel the wet?”

He nodded.

“Push it in,” she said, spreading her legs a bit wider. “You like it?”

“Yes.”

“How do you think it would feel for your cock to go in there?”

He didn’t respond, his gasp for air gave Connie his answer. She quickly reached and unfastened his pants, pulling them down. Removing his hand from her pants, he clumsily removed his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Connie removed the rest of her clothes and then led Fredrick, clad only in his jockey shorts, into the carpeted manager’s office.

She kneeled in front of him, grabbed the elastic waistband and stretched it out over his erection. Letting his jockeys fall to the floor, she let his member brush against her face. She could see his knees shaking as he stood trembling.

Connie leaned back, motioning him on top of her as she spread her legs, bending them at the knees. Fredrick kneeled between her legs, his hands trembling. She reached up, took his cock with one hand and opening her lips with the other, she guided him to her. Fortunately his cock slid easily into her wet opening, because he moaned loudly as he penetrated her and with two quick withdrawals and thrusts he arched his back and came, spurting copious amounts of his jism deep inside her.

Connie grabbed him and pulled him on top of her squeezing him tightly, feeling him tremble in her arms. She whispered in his ear, “Did you like that?”

“Y… yes,” he stammered.

Connie looked at the door and noticed Alicia standing there watching her. Alicia said, “Fredrick, it’s about time you clocked out.”

He looked at his watch and then quickly jumped up, grabbing for his clothes. He paused and looked back at Connie, wanting to say something to her.

“Fredrick, you were great. Now get dressed and head home, we don’t need your parents, or worse, your girlfriend showing up here do we?”

He grinned and said, “No we don’t.” He quickly dressed and then peeked his head back in the door, where Connie sat, still naked. “Bye,” he said with a weak wave and then he headed for the back door.

Alicia looked down at Connie and asked, “Well?”

“It was nice, but damn, he was so quick…”

“You still wired?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve got a stain we’re gonna need to clean up,” she said nodding at the spot on the carpet, “but before we do, we could take advantage of the situation.”

Connie stood up and moved close to Alicia, letting her breasts brush against her. “What did you have in mind?”






Alicia Ch. 04



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Thump, thump, thump!

Alicia almost jumped out of her skin, as the rapid knocking, brought her out of her reverie.

Thump... Thump... Thump...

Three more spaced out knocks, brought a gasp of relief, and she rushed over to unlock and yank open the door.

Mike furtively glanced, both ways, along the deserted corridor, before slipping inside. He was carrying a couple of plastic shopping bags.

"What took you so long?" she gasped, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the room, then slamming the door, behind him. "You've been gone for over two hours!"

"Sorry," he grinned, "but it was my first time shopping in a ladies lingerie department! It was all a bit embarrassing!"

"Humph!" she snorted. "A likely story! Well... let's see what you've brought me then?"

"Typical of a woman," he thought, good-humouredly, "avaricious!"

He handed over the bags, and she dived in, eagerly pulling out the garments. She held up a wisp of red lace to the light, stretched between her fingers. "These panties are a bit on the brief side, aren't they?" she asked, with a rye grin.

"You did say to get something that I thought would suit you!"

"Hmm!" She dropped the bikini briefs, and picked up the matching bra. "There's not a lot to this thing either! It's a good job my boobs don't need much support!"

She unpacked the red dress, and held it up in front of her. "This is a bit on the skimpy side, too!" she exclaimed. "But, at least it's the right size!"

She laid the dress out on the bed, and took the shoe-box out of the other bag. She opened the box and took out a shiny, red court shoe, with a five-inch stiletto heel. She turned back to him with a smile. "They're gorgeous," she declared, "but not very practical!"

"I, ah, I was just imagining what you would look like in them," he admitted, with a boyish grin. "I never considered the practicalities!"

She rose up on tip-toe, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry darling! I'm not ungrateful, really! I'll try them on, shall I?"

"Mmm, yes please!"

"Help me off with these, then?"

He helped her to remove her tee-shirt, momentarily fondling her breasts and firm, flat stomach, before watching her slip out of his M & S briefs.

"I've become quite attached to these!" she murmured, with a grin, tossing the briefs aside.

She slipped the sheer, lacy half-cup bra on, and adjusted the cups, while he fastened the clasp between her shoulder blades. "Not bad," she conceded, before wriggling into the tight panties.

"They're a little tight," she said, examining herself in the mirror, "and they don't leave a great deal to the imagination, but they're very, very sexy! Thank you darling!"

Mike could clearly see her dark patch of pubic hair, through the sheer material of the gusset, and he felt his manhood stirring anew, inside his trousers. "You look great in them!" he croaked.

She slipped, the red minidress over her head, and slid her arms into the long sleeves, before tugging the skirt down over her hips. "Zip me up, darling," she murmured, turning her back to him.

Mike did as she requested, noting that she had to suck in her breath, before he could finish the job, then he stepped back to admire her. The dress was a little on the tight side, but not a bad fit, everything considered!

She sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled on the high-heels. "It's a good job, I'm used to wearing high-heels," she said, with a grin. "A lot of girls would fall flat on their face, if they tried to walk in these things!"

She stood up and carefully walked over to the wall mirror, to examine herself. "Lady in Red," she declared, tugging at the hem of the miniskirt, which barely covered the cheeks of her tight bottom. "I just hope this outfit doesn't attract too much unwanted attention?"

Mike hadn't realized that the dress was quite so short, but he had to admit that she looked an absolute knockout in it! The high-heels forced her to push her hips forward, and her shoulders back, emphasizing her shapely figure and long legs. "You look fabulous!" he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry with lust.

He shook his head, and tried to get a firm grip on his emotions. "What's the plan, once we get away from here, then?" he asked.

She turned and swayed back over to him. "We'll go back to my place," she replied. "I hadn't really thought much beyond that, but at least I should be safe there! We can make further plans, when we get there!"

"Am I part of those future plans, then?" he asked, anxiously.

"Maybe!" she murmured, huskily, looking at him through her long eyelashes. "It's really up to you, Mike!"

Mike blinked and shook his head. "Right, then let's get this show on the road?" He picked up the telephone and ordered a taxi, to pick them up at the main entrance in ten minutes time.

He opened the outer door and checked the corridor. It looked deserted! "Look," he whispered, "if we see any of those men, snuggle your head into my shoulder, and start cooing a few words of endearment! With a bit of luck, they won't recognize you!"

She nodded, wide-eyed, and together, hand in hand, they made there way down the corridor to the elevator. Mike pressed the call button. He could feel her trembling, as he held her tight, around her slim waist. "Be brave, darling," he murmured, nuzzling her ear, "it won't be long now!"

The down lift arrived, and, as the door slid open, they both stepped onboard. There were only two other people in the elevator, both of them men, and, thankfully, both of them total strangers. The foyer button was already illuminated, so they waited for the lift to continue its descent. As the doors slid shut, Mike gave Alicia's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Both of the other occupants cast admiring glances at this vision in red. Alicia oozed sexuality, in her tight red minidress, that seemed to mould itself to her shapely curves. The short skirt revealed a huge expanse of naked thigh, making both men grow hot under the collar!

The elevator stopped at the third floor and a young woman got on, who cast Alicia a disapproving glance, before it continued, without further interruption, to the ground floor. The doors slid open, and they allowed the other three occupants to disembark, before following, arm in arm, into the hubbub of the busy lobby.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Alicia. "There's one of those goons over by the desk," she hissed. "I think it's the one who stabbed Stephen! Oh, Jesus, what shall we do?"

Mike could feel her body trembling like a leaf in a storm, as he tightened his grip about her waist. "Hang on to me tightly and try not to panic!" he muttered, reassuringly. "Stay close to that side of me, so you're obscured from his view!"

"O-Okay!" she stuttered, swallowing hard. "Whatever you do, hold on to me tight, or I might just faint with fright!"

With her face pressed into his neck, they made there way, slowly across the busy foyer, toward the revolving doors, like two young lovers. The big man was deep in conversation with the under-manager, behind the reception desk, and didn't even glance up once, as they sauntered past.

Mike pushed her through the revolving doors, and quickly followed. "Wow!" he gasped. The thug hadn't even glanced in their direction.

Once outside, he peered around. "Any sign of either of the other two?" he grated, wondering where the bloody taxi had gotten to!

"N-No!" she whispered. "At least, I don't think so? Where's that fucking cab?"

Before he could answer her, a black cab swung into the curb, with a screech of brakes. "Taxi for O'Reilly?" the driver called, leaning over toward them.

"Yeah!" Mike nodded, and bundled the frightened girl into the back seat, before scrambling in after her.

"Where too, Guv?" enquired the driver, glancing over his shoulder.

"Where too, Alicia?" Mike prompted, squirming into a more comfortable position, on the leather seat.

"Oh, sorry! Ah, 144, Acacia Avenue, NW15, please driver," Alicia responded, in a small voice.

"Right you are, Miss!" The cab driver signaled, and pulled out into the heavy city traffic, narrowly missing a dray wagon.

"There, there! We're safe now, darling," Mike murmured, patting her thigh, after firstly checking that there was no sign of pursuit, through the rear window!

She threw her arms about his neck, and began to kiss him, frantically. "Oh Mike, Mike, darling, I was absolutely terrified back there," she sobbed, tears filling her big, brown eyes.

"The ordeal's over now, honey," he murmured, rubbing her smooth thigh. "You're safe now!"

"Thank God!" she gasped, smiling for the first time since they had left the hotel room. Her right hand dropped into his lap, and started to fumble with the zip of his fly, pulling it down, with unseemly haste, before slipping inside, and cradling his hot ballsack. "I think I've started to fall in love with you, Mike," she confessed, as her fingers pulled aside the crotch of his briefs, and took a firm grip, on his hardening erection.

"Ooohhh!" He gave a low moan, and kissed her back, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her short skirt and rubbing against the damp crotch of her panties. "I love you too," he murmured, as his fingers slipped beneath her knicker elastic, and cupped her hot, moist sex. "I've never met anyone quite like you before, Alicia!"



Alicia Ch. 04



That week, I gave my landlord a month's notice so that I wouldn't lose my deposit, and moved in with Alicia. Most of my furniture and kitchen stuff went into storage, along with my TV and stereo. Alicia's were much better anyway. We combined our tape and CD collections. Gradually our two households became one.

It could be argued that I was taking a big chance, moving in with a woman whom I had been seeing for only a couple of weeks. But I never had a moment's doubt, not after the weekend we spent together. Something about taking care of that woman and having her take care of and discipline me caused me to cross over into love for her and submission to her will. During the move-in phase, Alicia asked me, "Phillip, will you miss your apartment?"

"No, mistress. I'm right where I want to be. I know what I'm doing."

Of course, there were financial arrangements to be worked out. I would pay half the rent on the condo, and half the utilities. Alicia would pay for the groceries. Entertainments such as dinners out, movies and other things we would play by ear.

In return, I would keep the house, do the shopping and cooking, and take care of Alicia.

We decided it would be best to keep our relationship a secret for the time being. 

These details were worked out in the month prior to the actual dissolving of my household. Like most couples, we negotiated for our roles in the relationship. During that month, although I stayed at Alicia's most nights, we had sex only once, and I didn't get spanked at all. It was as if we were saving that part for later, when I had finally moved in for good.

I could already tell that Alicia would have a bigger adjustment to make than me. A bit passive and submissive by nature, I had no trouble melding my life to hers. I wanted someone to take care of, and I wanted someone to guide and discipline me. Alicia, on the other hand, was used to being alone. I was assigned just a small space in the closet, because her clothes had to be hung up just so. This I took in stride. After all, she was the dominant in the relationship. But when she began insulting me personally, or denigrating the job I did in the hospital, I had to protest.

For instance, one evening we were cleaning the last of my stuff out of my apartment. Alicia had been bitchy all evening, and she remarked nastily, "You know, you RTs are not much more than glorified knob turners. I mean, I'm glad that you're there and all, but it's the physicians that really make the decisions."

That remark struck home. I'm not that sensitive, but I was proud of the job I did at the hospital. I considered myself one of the better respiratory therapists. "Alicia, I don't know what has you so pissed off, but it's no reason for you to say something like that. I always try to do the best job that I can for you, both here and at the hospital. And I try my best to give good patient care all the time."

"You better watch your mouth before you make me really mad, mister. I could be turning those controls on the ventilator just as well as you could, Phillip. You know that I'm right. Granted, I'm grateful that you're there to turn them for me, but you don't carry the responsibility that I do."

"It's true that I don't carry the same responsibility, but I carry my share. Having those respirators operating correctly is crucial. Most people in the RT department do a good job."

"Yeah, but there are some real shits, as well," she said.

We dropped it after that, but, I could tell she was still mad. Later, when we were at her condo, she handed me a pillow and said, "Take the couch for tonight."

The next morning, I woke up first, pulled my tired self off the couch, and walked into the bedroom. Alicia was awake, sitting up in bed, reading a book. She saw me.

"Good morning," she said, a little smile on her face.

"Good morning," I said. "What would you like for breakfast."

"Nothing right now," she said. She patted the bed beside her and said, "Come over here."

I walked over and got on the bed beside her. I especially loved the way she smelled in the morning. It was a combination of warm femininity and sleep.

I wanted her to touch me, to soothe me, to not be mad any more. My feelings had been hurt, but with a word or a caress, she could make me feel better.

Alicia put her arm around me and pulled me close. I snuggled in and laid my head on her breasts, and she stroked my hair. "I'm having a little trouble adjusting to having someone around all the time," she said quietly. "Up to now, it's always been just me. I've come to realize in the past few years that I really have a lot of repressed anger inside. Before, I could take it out on other doctors, or staff members, or even the diseases I was treating. But now, there's you, and you're available. Although I care about you, I still find myself taking cheap shots. I'll try to do better."

"I don't really mind, as long as I can stay with you. Just don't send me away," I said.

"I'm not going to send you away," she said. "Pull your underwear down. I want to look at your butt." I did so, and laid across her lap. My cock was erect, and I was trembling in anticipation. It was not my place to tell my mistress what I wanted, but I wanted to be spanked good and hard, and then I wanted sex.

She lightly stroked my butt. "You are completely healed," she said. "How long has it been since you were spanked?"

"Almost a month," I said, pouting a little.

"Well, we'll remedy that--once you're in here for good." She reached under me and grasped my erection. The pleasure exploded in my brain. "I bet you're ready for sex, too. Well, I don't want you to come yet. Don't even masturbate. When the time comes, I'll take care of both those problems. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered.

She slapped me on the butt and said, "Now, get up and make me some breakfast. What is left to do at your apartment?"

"I'm almost done," I said as I got up. "I've got to vacuum and scrub the kitchen floor, and the bathroom's got to be cleaned."

"Let's see. Today is Saturday. Will you be finished over there by tomorrow afternoon?"

"I should be," I said. "The landlord's going to inspect on Monday, but there won't be any problem. The place is in better shape than when I rented it."

"When do you go back to work?"

"This is my long weekend. I go back on Tuesday."

"Okay," she said, looking up at me, "here's what we'll do. Finish up at your apartment today and tomorrow, and in celebration of your moving in with me, we'll have a little party tomorrow night. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great, Mistress."

"Good," she said, gesturing me down to her. I leaned down, and Alicia put her hand on my face, pulled me to her, and kissed me with all the tenderness and promise she could muster.

It had been a while since she had kissed me like that, and for a moment, I lost myself in her hungry lips. In an instant, that kiss reaffirmed all the reasons I was with her in the first place. Her emotions and appetites were so profound that I felt myself submerging into her. Alicia was such a big woman in so many ways, that I felt that she could have folded me into her with no trouble.

"I hope you're ready for tomorrow night," she said, smiling a little.

"I am always ready for you, Mistress," I said.

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Alicia had to go into the hospital for a while that day, so I drove over to my apartment and worked hard cleaning it up. I got everything done but the bathroom, and I could finish that on Sunday. I got back at about three that Saturday afternoon to find Alicia listening to the stereo and reading a medical journal. Thankfully, she was in a good mood.

"What would you like for dinner?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter to me," she said.

I took pork chops out of the refrigerator to thaw, then went over to the couch with a book of my own, to pass the time until it was time to cook dinner. After a while, she called me over to the couch where she was reclining. She was still wearing a blouse and slacks, and I suggested that she get into something looser. 

"I'll rub your back some," I cajoled.

She agreed, padded into the bedroom, and came back in a loose terrycloth lounging outfit. I put my hands underneath the thin material of the top, and began kneading her shoulders. She sighed heavily and let her head loll back and forth.

"Phillip," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"I am not easy to get along with," she said. "But no matter what happens, stay with me. I want you to know that now, while I'm feeling relaxed and comfortable with you."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said.

She pulled me around and made me lie on the couch beside her. We kissed and petted for a long time. I was very, very hard, and she noticed it.

"Mmmm, you really are ready for sex, aren't you?" she said.

"It's been about two weeks now, mistress."

She reached down into my scrub pants--I had changed after I got home--and began stroking me up and down. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling."

"Does that feel good, Phillip?"

"Yes Mistress, it does."

"Do you want to come?"

"Only if you say so," I managed to reply. "However, Mistress, I think that I should warn you, that if you continue touching me like that, I may not be able to help myself."

She took her hand off me, pulled my pants up, and tied the drawstring. "We'll save it for later, then, Phillip. Besides, I have something special planned for you tomorrow night." She patted me gently down there, and picked up her journal again. I got up and went into the kitchen to check on the pork chops. They were thawed, so I made dinner.

Later that night, we went out to a movie. When we came back, she made me sleep nude with her, but didn't touch me. She kissed me goodnight and we slept. The next morning, I got up, made coffee, made her breakfast, then went over to my apartment, where I finished cleaning the bathroom.

I was proud of myself. The apartment was spotless. I was a good respiratory therapist, but I was an excellent housekeeper. Alicia had also found that out once I started cleaning her condo.

It so happened that the manager was at the complex performing a repair. I saw him and managed to convince him to inspect my apartment then and there. It passed--of course--and we filled out the paperwork for me to get my security deposit back.

I returned to Alicia's condo with a light heart. Once I had told her that I was officially separated from my old apartment, she said, "Good. Let's go out to dinner this evening and celebrate. I've got to admit, Phillip, that I'm happy for us. I'm glad you are here with me."

"Why don't you let me do your body care this afternoon? I would love to get you ready," I said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other's company. We put music on the stereo and sipped cold white wine while I bathed her and shaved her, did her hair and nails, and helped her pick out her clothes for the evening. A couple of weeks earlier, I had bought her a satin bra and panties for just this occasion. I brought them out and helped her get into them. Their deep teal color complemented her pale skin and red hair perfectly. For my sake, she wore a black lace garter belt and stockings. In her lingerie, Alicia was breathtaking!

We then spent a considerable amount of time choosing her outfit. She settled on a simple, mid-length silk sheath in a beautiful shimmery green. I added a string of small pearls and matching earrings, and the effect was perfect.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"You need shoes," I said. I looked through her closet until I found what I was looking for: black high-heeled pumps. I knelt in front of her and slipped them on, then kissed the toe. "Now you look perfect."

Alicia walked over to the mirror and looked. "I must say, Phillip, that you have excellent taste in women's clothes. I've gotten more compliments in the month that we've known each other than in all the years I've been at this hospital. One of the interns even asked me out the other day. Of course," she looked at me smiling, with one eyebrow raised, "I refused."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. I got up and stood behind her, pulling the dress up a little, and straightening the hem.

"Stop fussing over me now. Go get dressed so that we can go."

I went into the bedroom, chose a white dress shirt, burgundy tie, and my best dark blue sport coat. I put on gray slacks, and slipped on penny loafers. When I got into the living room, Alicia said, "You look nice, Phillip. But I think that we should go clothes shopping for you, soon. Come, stand with me in front of the mirror."

We stood in front of the mirror. I thought we made a handsome, if slightly incongruous couple. There was Alicia, red-haired and beautiful, dressed in deep green and standing more than six inches taller than me because of the heels she was wearing. And there I was, sort of short and (I thought) nerdy-looking, quite a bit smaller than Alicia. She stepped behind me, put her arms around me, and rested her chin on the top of my head.

"We make a nice couple," Alicia said, a bit wonderingly.

"I consider myself very lucky, Mistress," I said quietly.

"Me, too," she replied.

Alicia took me out to the swankiest steak place in town. She ordered for me, held my hand, and generally was at her most appealing all night. "If I didn't know better, Alicia," I said, "I'd think you were trying to seduce me."

"You just wait until I get you home," she said archly.

We had a full meal, but Alicia limited my alcohol, and insisted that I have coffee. "I don't want you too drunk tonight to do your duty," she said.

"There is no chance of that, I assure you," I said.

After dinner, we walked the few blocks to her car in brisk autumn air. It was now late October, and the air was crisp and cool. Alicia took my hand and held it firmly. As we got near her car, I started to walk ahead and open the door for her, as always. She stopped me and said, "No, tonight, let me do it."

She opened the passenger side door and held it for me. I slipped in, protesting a little.

"Hush," she said, closing the door. She slipped into the driver's side and buckled up, then started the car and pulled out of the parking spot.

"Mistress," I said, "I feel that I should be doing more for you this evening. All this attention is making me uncomfortable."

"Phillip, this is my way of showing you how much I appreciate you. I'm glad you're moving in with me; I just want to do a little something for you."

"But it's really not necessary," I said.

"Oh, shut up and enjoy it," she said, a slight edge to her voice. "Let me do this thing. Besides, you'll be doing something for me soon enough." She reached down and squeezed my thigh.

It suddenly occurred to me that Alicia may have been trying to make up for what she had said to me earlier that week.

When we got to the door of our condo, she handed me her keys. I opened the door and quickly checked to make sure that nothing was amiss. This was something that I always did for Alicia, and I was glad she let me do it this time as well. We went in, I helped her off with her cloak, and as I was hanging it up, she said, "Now, I'm going into the bedroom. Don't come in until I say so."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

I took my sport coat off and laid it across the couch, but kept my tie and shirt on. In a few minutes, I heard, "Come in, Phillip."

The bedroom was dark and lit by candles. Alicia lay across the bed with her bra and panties on, and nothing else. Her eyes were shining in the soft glow of the candles. There was soft jazz on the bedside radio.

"Undress for me, Phillip," she said.

I wasn't sure exactly how to go about it, so I started by kicking off my shoes, and slipping off my socks. Then I loosened my tie and removed it, draping it neatly over the back of a chair. I started unbuttoning my shirt. I got all the way down to the bottom, pulled my shirttail out, and slipped the shirt off. I started to loosen my belt, and Alicia said, "Come over here and let me do that."

I walked over to her. She sat up in bed and moved to the edge. I stood in front of her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her lips parted. I could feel her warm breath on my belly as she moved in close and undid my belt. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. She put her arms around my waist and embraced me, nuzzling my erect cock through the material of my underwear. Then, she pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out at her. I heard her sigh.

"Phillip," she said quietly, "I love our sex together. It means very, very much to me."

She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, sucking on me hard. The sudden surge of pleasure made me groan out loud. Gently, gently, I touched my beloved mistress' hair. She looked up at me and said, "Go ahead and touch my hair, if you like."

I ran my fingers through her thick, slightly coarse hair. Alicia swallowed my cock completely, bobbing her head up and down, savoring me, as I savored the feeling. Then, she stopped.

She slipped back on to bed so that she reclined in the middle of it. She said, "Get across my lap, Phillip."

I began trembling with eagerness. Quickly, I slipped out of my shorts and pants and, with my iron-hard cock jutting out in front of me, got onto the bed.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Help me out of these things."

I leaned over her and undid the clasp of the bra. Her large, firm, fragrant breasts fell free, and Alicia said, "That's better. Now my panties." I knelt in front of her and grasped the waistband of the satin panties. Alicia raised her butt off the bed, and I slipped them down and off. She was now gloriously nude. I couldn't help it, and I buried my face in her pubic hair, breathing in the aroma of her sex, and kissing her fervently down there. Alicia stroked my hair and let me do it as long as I wanted.

I got into my usual place across her lap, with my cock wedged in between her thighs. I felt her caress on my bottom, and then she said, "Are you ready, Phillip?"

Overcome with emotion, I answered, "Yes, oh yes, Mistress."

When the blows began, I was surprised that it wasn't her hand that I was feeling. Instead, she was spanking me with a wooden hairbrush. She started on the backs of my thighs, just above my knees, and gradually worked her way up.

At first, it merely warmed me. But as she continued, the blows got harder and harder, and the pain began to mount. My cock got harder and harder, and began leaking pre-come. I squirmed under her, one part of me wanting to dodge the blows, another part of me wanting to accept them, embrace them.

Inexorably, the hairbrush came down again and again. The pain became almost unbearable. Each slap of the brush sent a burst of fire throughout my loins. I began moaning with pain, and eventually crying out. It wasn't long before I had tears in my eyes. And still the blows came.

She had now worked her way up to my buttocks. She concentrated squarely on the fleshy part, before moving over to each side. Then, she moved back and spanked the fleshy part again.

At one point, the pain became so intense, that it was almost subliminal. I was aware that I was being struck again and again, but I could no longer tell precisely where I was being hit. My whole bottom was a mass of fiery hot sensation. It was impossible to pin down any specific area.

Finally, Alicia stopped. I was sure that it had been one of the worst spankings I had ever had. My ass throbbed with a heavy, burning pain that I was sure would be there for quite a while.

I heard her say, "God, Phillip, I spanked you until my arm was too tired to go on, and you were still crying for more. Here, lay on your side, honey."

Gingerly, I got off of her and lay down on my side. Alicia looked down at me and said, "Is that what you needed, Phillip?"

Hot tears came to my eyes and I nodded silently.




Alicia Ch. 04



"Well, you've had the pain. Now, you get the pleasure," she said. She lay down on her side facing me, her face at the level of my still-hard cock. Then, once again, she took me into her mouth and began sucking me ardently.

I groaned in exquisite pleasure-pain and said, "Oh, mistress!"

She took her mouth off me momentarily and said, "Phillip, I want your semen in my mouth tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

Once again, she bent to her task, and I was enveloped in a red mist that contained all the pleasure and pain in the world. I lived inside the mist with the one person who understood and willingly provided me with the pain and pleasure that I craved. I gently touched Alicia's hair, stroking it. I believe that she liked it, for I heard her gurgle in pleasure.

She threw her arm over my body and ran her hand over my sore buttocks and flanks, causing little eruptions of pain wherever she touched. The intensity of the two sensations was more than I could bear. I was suddenly crying out my mistress' name, confessing my love for her, and spurting my come into her hungry, waiting mouth.

Alicia drank every last drop of my sperm, and sucked me for more, until I was totally drained. Then she crawled up beside of me and covered my mouth with hers. I tasted my come mixed with her saliva and drank it like the gift from her that it was.

"I love you, my mistress, I love you," I said, fresh tears running down my face.

"I know, I know," she said, cradling me gently in her arms. "I love you too, Phillip."

She let me drift off to sleep for a while, but then woke me up later, for the second act in the night's performance.



Alicia Ch. 05



Alicia Ch. 05 

Alicia looked down at Connie and asked, “Well?”

“It was nice, but damn, he was so quick…”

“You still wired?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve got a stain we’re gonna need to clean up,” she said nodding at the spot on the carpet, “but before we do, we could take advantage of the situation.”

Connie stood up and moved close to Alicia, letting her breasts brush against her. “What did you have in mind?”

“You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted virgin cum.”

Sitting back down on the carpet Connie said, “Well come on down, that bad boy filled me up good.”

Unbuttoning her blouse Alicia asked, “What was it like?”

“You saw it, standing right there.”

“I only saw the last few thrusts,” Alicia said, removing her bra.

“That was all there was, two pushes and he was gone.”

“Two? That’s all?” she asked, kicking off her shoes and unfastening her pants.

“He got it in, pushed twice and came... a gallon.”

“Too bad he couldn’t last.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It has been some time since I’ve had a man so... so... ah, so focused on me. He practically came in his pants when I rubbed his cock and then, when I got it out of my pants I let my face brush against it. I though for a second he was going to shoot into my hair.”

“But...”

“He was trembling, his knees and hands shaking. Damn, the feeling of power was so fucking sexy, I was the only thing in the world for him. I mean to turn someone on so much that they practically come in their pants and then, two pushes... two pushes.”

Naked now, Alicia kneeled between Connie’s legs, “Only problem, you didn’t come, but I think we can take care of that.” She ran her hands down Connie’s thighs and then slipped a finger into her wet pussy. “Oh yes, let me taste that virgin’s cum,” Alicia whispered and then ran her tongue down Connie’s thigh.

Moving her lips onto her clit, Alicia sucked it between her lips and then ran her tongue downward, finding the wet opening. The mixture of Fredrick’s cum and Connie’s juices tasted odd to Alicia, odd, but good. She stuck her tongue deep into the pussy, lapping up what she could.

Connie, already on edge from Fredrick, immediately responded, moving her hips in rhythmic thrusts, lifting her ass off the floor, raising her hot cunt up to Alicia. Feeling the tongue dart inside her and then up to her clit quicken her breath. She moaned, reaching her hands down to her lover’s head, pulling her tighter to her throbbing pussy.

“Yes, Alicia, yes, yes,” she cried, hearing the sexy slurping sounds coming from between her legs. In just moments she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her and she cried out, “Oh I’m coming.” She arched her back and spread her legs wider, opening herself completely to Alicia.

Instead of stopping, Alicia continued, alternating her tongue between Connie’s clit and her cunt, circling over the nub and then diving downward into the deep wet of her pussy. Shaking her head furiously side to side, she slipped three fingers into the opening, feeling the last few pulsations of Connie’s first orgasm. Pumping her fingers faster and moving her tongue and lips faster and faster over the clit, she felt her lover surge again, raising herself off the carpet. She pressed her fingers deep, feeling the wet walls constrict and then release spasmodically.

Resting her head on Connie’s thigh, Alicia caught her breath, breathing in the heady, sexy fragrance rising from the woman’s soaking pussy. Alicia moved her fingers down to her own clit, feeling slight waves of pleasure with each touch. In a moment, Connie turned around, moving her mouth to Alicia’s nipples.

Sucking one into her mouth, she pinched the other between her fingers, feeling the hard knobs stiffen even more. Seeing Alicia’s fingers still diddling her own clit, Connie ran down her stomach with kisses, quickly coming to her hand, kissing down the fingers until her lips touched the clit.

Alicia moaned as Connie’s mouth fell upon her, feeling the tongue gently rotate around her clit and a thumb enter her wet cunt. Spreading her legs wider, she closed her eyes and simply absorbed the sensations. Slowly she began raising and lowering her hips as she felt Connie’s thumb sliding in and out of her, in time with her motions. Reaching her hand downward, Alicia cupped one of Connie’s breasts, holding it tenderly, gently kneading it as she crept closer and closer to climax.

Finally in an explosion of light, sound and breath, she cried out, “Oh Connie.” She pressed her pussy against her face and came, he body jerking in ecstasy. Alicia felt the muscles inside her clamp down on Connie’s thumb, clamping and releasing. Laying her head back, she breathed as her body slowly calmed.

The women lay together, gently exchanging light kisses and caresses for nearly an hour. When Alicia finally looked over at the clock on the boss’ desk she sat up quickly. “Damn it’s nearly two already.”

They quickly dressed and got back to work. Connie made sure all the cum stains were cleaned from the office floor and then helped Alicia finish in the kitchen. Finishing up at about 2:30 they walked together to the door and with a lingering kiss, Connie quickly stepped out and Alicia set the alarm and followed. 

“See you tomorrow night,” Connie said, walking to her car.

“Yeah. Hey does Fredrick work tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“After what you told me, I may want to give him a try.”

“Oh no, that boy’s all mine. Besides, you still have your burglar friend.”

“Damn I wish I knew who he was,” she said, heading for her car. She waved as her friend pulled out onto the street.



Alicia Ch. 05



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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CHAPTER 5

The taxi drew up in a leafy avenue, in the Northern suburbs of the capitol and, after they'd both alighted from the black cab, Mike paid off the leering driver, adding a modest tip.

"Thanks, Guv!" the driver responded, with a grin, and a last lingering glance at the girl's tightly clad derriere, before driving away.

"I live on the third floor," Alicia announced, cheerfully, indicating the old-fashioned block of flats behind them, as the cab disappeared down the tree-lined avenue.

They walked up the short drive to the entrance, hand in hand. "Seems like a nice neighborhood?" Mike ventured, glancing around, surprised, in spite of himself.

"It is," she agreed, "but I'd be out on my ear, in two minutes flat, if the landlord ever found out what I did for a living!" She giggled, at the thought. "This is a pretty snobbish sort of neighborhood, Mike! I've never dared use my flat for...," she grimaced, "for, you-know-what!"

Mike frowned. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Alicia..." he began, seriously, but she stopped him, by placing a finger over his lips.

"Not now, darling, later!" she murmured, with a smile, dragging him through the entrance and over to a small elevator. She pressed the call button on the wall, and the steel door immediately slid open, revealing the empty interior of the lift. She tugged him inside, and pressed the button for the third floor.

As the lift door slid shut, and the cage lurched into motion, she forced him back against the wall, wrapping her arms about his neck and bent one shapely leg up behind her. "I can't wait to get you into my apartment, you gorgeous hunk," she growled, as she eagerly sought out his lips with her own.

"Ummm!" He kissed her back, their tongues dancing intricate patterns with each other, while his hands slipped between their closely pressed bodies, and cupped her firm breasts, through the thin material of her red dress. A muffled groan, escaped from her open mouth, as he started to squeeze and knead her tits.

The lift jerked to a halt, and they broke apart, panting, as the door slid smoothly open. "We're here," she gasped, a little flustered, tugging the neckline of her dress, back into position.

They stepped out of the elevator, hand in hand. "This is my place," she announced, with a smile. Suddenly her free hand flew to her mouth. "Oh shit, I forgot," she exclaimed, "I haven't got my doorkey!"

Mike tried the door knob, hopefully. The handle turned and, with a small click, the door swung inward a fraction. "We're in luck," he announced. "You obviously forgot to lock the door, when you went out, you silly girl!" he scolded, light-heartedly.

"I never forget to lock up after me," she retorted, indignantly, brushing past him, and storming into the flat, with Mike right on her tail. "The lock must be faulty?" she added. "Say, what's that funny smell?"

Before Mike could even hazard a guess, he heard a faint noise behind him and, half turning, caught a momentary glimpse of a hulking thug, arm raised, before something hard and blunt zapped him on the back of the neck, and everything went instantly black.

As he started to crumple to the floor, the door slammed shut, and Alicia spun around on her heels, in startled surprise. "Oh, nooh!" she cried.

She gasped with horror, as she saw the looming bulk of the familiar thug, the gun that had crashed down on Mike's skull, still clutched in one ham-like fist. She started to back away from him, into the apartment, her hand flying to her mouth!

"We meet at last, young woman!"

Alicia spun around, at the sound of Arnie's voice, just as he rotated the comfortable armchair around to face her, a fat cigar between his heavily jeweled fingers. "B-But how...?" she gasped.

"Easy, young lady! We just checked the contents of your purse! Nice of you to leave us the key to your apartment!"

Belated realization dawned on Alicia's face. "Of course! What a silly fool I've been!" she cursed, under her breath. She'd forgotten all about her purse, in her haste to get away from them! "Wha... What do you want of me?" she asked, in a frightened whisper, her hand clutching the base of her throat, her whole body trembling with fear.

"Now, now, Alicia!" he admonished, with an exaggerated shake of his head. "That question is an insult to my intelligence! Not only are you the sole witness to a gangland killing, but you probably know where my missing twenty thousand quid is stashed?"

Alicia's arms were suddenly pinned to her sides, by the big man, who'd moved up behind her, unnoticed. She tried to squirm free, but it was a waste of time and energy.

"Ouch!" she yelled, as cruel fingers dug into the tender flesh of her upper arms, causing her to wince with pain, and bringing tears to her eyes. "I don't know anything about your fucking money," she sobbed.

"Oh, but I'm sure you do, Alicia," Arnie murmured, with a sadistic chuckle, rising out of the chair and approaching her, "but a little gentle persuasion might be called for, before you remember?" He reached out with his left hand and grasped the low neckline of her dress, pulling her a pace forward toward him.

"Please, I... Oooooh!

With a single, savage yank, Arnie completely tore open the front of her dress, causing Alicia to jerk forward, and gasp with shock.

"Nice, very nice!" he murmured, before clutching the front of her bra and giving another savage yank, that tore the flimsy item of underwear from her trembling body.

"Please! I swear to God!" she sobbed, her naked breasts, heaving. "I don't know anythin..."

Before she could utter another syllable, he gripped the waistband of her remaining item of underwear, and tore her panties off, before casually ogling her physical attributes. "I'm sure you'll soon remember what he did with my money?" he snarled, bringing his glowing cigar up, and touching the red-hot end against the trembling flesh of her left breast.

"Aaaiiieee!" The searing pain was almost unbearable, as she screamed, in agony, her senses reeling, fresh tears filling her eyes. "Nooooh, pleassse!"

"Where did Mister Smith stash my money?" Arnie snarled.

"Please, oh please," she sobbed, still squirming from the pain, "I don't know! I only met Stephen last night! I'm just a hooker that he picked up for the evening!"

"Oh, if that's true, then it's most unfortunate for you, girlie!" he snarled. "I would have no further reason for keeping you alive, now would I?"

"It's the truth," she gasped, tears streaming down her pretty face.

"You lying bitch!" he spat out, his glowing cigar tip coming down against the tender flesh of her right breast, producing another shriek of agony. "Aaaaiiieee!"

"Now, where's my money, slut?"

"I don't know! I don't know! God help me, but I only met him half-an-hour before you killed the poor smuck!" she babbled, bursting into a fit of uncontrolled sobbing.

Arnie stepped back, watching her wretched performance. "Either, this bimbo's telling the truth, or she's the world's finest actress?" he conceded, reluctantly.

As her sobbing slowly petered out, he spoke again. "Okay, say I believe you, girlie! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you, right here and now?" he demanded.

"Oh please, please don't kill me," she pleaded, as the goon behind her, finally released her bruised arms. She dropped to her knees in front of him, clutching his one trousered leg, desperately. "Please, oh please...?"

"What can you give me, that's worth twenty grand?" Arnie sneered.

"Please, please, I'll do anything! ANYTHING!" she pleaded. Suddenly, her fingers were fumbling with the zip of his fly, unfastening the front of his slacks, and pulling his tailored trousers down about his ankles.

After a nervous start, Arnie made no move to stop her, an amused grin on his swarthy features. He signaled his gorilla henchman not to interfere, as he went to step forward and to grab the girl and restrain her.

Alicia tugged down his Y-fronts, and took his fat, hanging cock in both hands. "I can give you pleasure," she babbled, her hand frantically sliding back and forth over his hardening shaft. "I can make you happy!" Her tongue darted out, and laved over the purple, circumcised dome, producing a gasping shudder. "Please don't kill me, please?" she repeated. She pursed her full, red lips, and went down on him, producing another lustful shudder from the gang boss.

"Do a good job, and I might reconsider," Arnie gasped. "Remember, your life could depend on how good a blow job you give me, bitch!"

Alicia nodded, eagerly, and went down on him, vigorously, her one hand kneading his full bollocks, whilst her other helped to guide his muscular shaft in and out, between her tightly pursed lips. Her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster.

Suddenly, with a strangled groan, Arnie started to ejaculate, shooting thick gobs of creamy cum down her throat. Alicia gulped it down, sucking, powerfully, on his prick, frightened to miss a single drop of his semen.

Finally, when he was completely spent, she grazed the surface of his glans with her sharp front teeth, before releasing him.

"Careful, bitch," he roared, giving her a stinging slap across the face, and bringing fresh tears to her eyes. "No teeth, unless I say so!"

He placed his hands on his hips, his softening penis again resting against his ballsack. "If I didn't believe your story before, I do now, honey!" he added, with a rye chuckle. "That was as good a blow job, as I've ever received!"

"I-I can pleasure you in many, many other ways," she panted eagerly, trying to smile up at him, through a film of tears.

He grinned down at her. "Strip the remains of that dress of off her, Bull," he ordered his muscular associate.

His bulky henchman stepped forward, and stripped the hanging red rags from her arms, leaving her naked, apart from her red stilettos. "Stand up and show us what you've got to offer, honey!" Arnie ordered, with a lewd smirk.

Alicia nodded, and rose to her feet, wiping away the tears, with the back of her hand, a faint glimmer of hope in her big, brown eyes.

"Spread them!" Arnie commanded.

She gulped, and opened her legs wide apart, and pushed her hips forward.

His beady eyes glittered. "Now spread those cunt lips!" he growled, wiping the spittle from the corner of his mouth, with the back of one hand.

She nodded, and opened up her sex to him, with the fingertips of both hands, revealing her glistening, dark pink interior.

"Hmmm?" Arnie had to admit that this piece of skirt had the best body he'd ever seen on a woman. It might be worth keeping her alive, for a short while, at least, until he tired of her! "What do you think, Bull?" he asked his associate.

"She sure is a sexy little slut, boss!" Bull replied, in a booming voice. "I wouldn't mind screwing her ass, myself!"

"Be my guest!" Arnie replied, with an expansive gesture.

Bull's eyes lit up. "Gee, thanks boss! On yer hands and knees, bitch!" he roared. "I'm gonna fuck you doggy fashion!"

Alicia, looked startled, and looked up to Arnie for guidance.

"Do as he commands, honey! Then, maybe, just maybe, we might let your boyfriend, over there, live?"

She swallowed hard, then got down onto her hands and knees, on the fitted carpet, raising her buttocks into the air, and spreading her thighs, and trying not to tremble too violently.

"The little whore is obviously familiar with the method," Bull growled, with a broad grin, as he unfastened his slacks, and pulled out a massive penis, from his soiled boxer shorts.

He positioned his massive cock at the entrance to Alicia's quivering pussy, then, gripping her hips, he thrust into her, at the same time pulling her backward onto his shaft.

"Yeeeow!" Alicia was unable to stifle her initial cry of pain, as he thrust, savagely, into her dry vulva, as yet, unlubricated by her secretions. "Jesus, that hurts," she sobbed, as he began to ram his fat erection into her tight cavity, pistoning in and out.

"Shut yer complaining, bitch," he panted, slamming his balls against the back of her thighs. "Just be thankful that you're still breathin'!"

Gradually, Alicia's cunt adapted to this massive intruder, and he began to slide in and out, more easily, as her secretions bathed his muscular shaft. She concentrated on gripping him tightly, with her powerful cunt muscles, pushing her hips backward, to meet each plunge. Surprisingly, she was starting to enjoy it, despite her precarious situation!

With a loud animal grunt, Bull shot his load, his hot cum jetting forth against her muscular tissue. She groaned, closing her eyes and squirming with pleasure, as her vagina started to spasm, in the initial throws of orgasm.

"Oh yes, yess, yesss!" she gasped, jerking her hips backward, no longer aware of her surroundings, or who it was who was servicing her!

Bull finished cumming and withdrew his slick, shiny shaft, before Alicia had finished cumming, herself! She groaned with disappointment, as Bull turned, panting, to his boss. "She fucks as good as she looks, boss!" he announced, with a satisfied smirk on his ugly mug.

"It looks like you've won a stay of execution, young woman!" Arnie announced. "Now, go get dressed, and fill a suitcase with some of your sexiest clothes! You're coming along with us!"

"W-What about Mike?" she asked, staring, anxiously, at the motionless form, over by the door.

"Don't worry about the boyfriend! We'll leave him here, unharmed! He'll wake up with a bit of a headache, that's all!"



Alicia Ch. 05



I was awakened by Alicia sucking my nipple, and running her hands over my body. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was her red hair covering my chest as she nipped me gently. "Mistress," I said quietly.

"I need you now," Alicia said.

"How long did I doze?" I asked.

"About half an hour."

"You should have awakened me sooner," I said.

"I didn't mind," she said. "Besides, I enjoy watching you sleep. You look like a child when you are asleep."

"You frown when you are asleep," I said.

"I do?" she asked.

"Yes, sometimes."

"I'm really not surprised," she said. "Would you be shocked if I told you that I didn't really want to be a doctor?"

I shifted carefully on my bottom, and said, "As a matter of fact, I would. You're so good at it, I assumed that you liked it."

"Well, it wasn't my first choice. It was rather my father's first choice. I would have rather been a veterinarian, or even to have gone into business. But my father was set on my being a doctor from day one. He wouldn't hear of anything else."

"I can't imagine you without the courage to stand up to anyone, including your father," I said.

"It wasn't so much that, although that entered into it. My father and I had very much a love-hate relationship. I wanted to please him, and I think that most of the time I did. When I didn't, I got the belt, or the paddle, or his hand. But at the same time that he was beating me, I think it also truly hurt him when I failed to please him. I believe that he really wanted me to succeed. He really loved me. I believe that. But that never got in the way of his punishing me when I failed him. I got paddled until I was thirteen years old. After that, he never touched me, but by that time, I was loath to disappoint him, anyway."

I moved closer to her, laid my head on her breast, and kissed her there. She played with my hair. "How does your bottom feel?" she asked.

"Fine," I said.

"Let me see," she said.

I turned over so that she could see. "Well, you're marked, but not bruised."

"I like that hairbrush," I said quietly.

She smiled and said, "Oh, you do? Well, I bought it especially for you, Phillip."

"Mistress?"

"Yes?"

"May I kiss you now?"

"Yes, you may."

I crawled up beside her and kissed her with all the ardor I could manage. She crushed me to her and once again, I felt like she was eating me alive. Her kisses were demanding and all-consuming. I don't think Alicia had ever been kissed that much, and it was something that she really enjoyed. I did my best not to disappoint.

I played my lips gently along the curve of her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. I could feel the warmth rising from her body. I could smell the scent of her womanhood. I think that with me, as with no one else, Alicia opened herself up. It may have taken the total commitment that I had made: To be, in essence, her slave, that allowed her to relax enough to enjoy the fruits of an intimate relationship.

On the other hand, I also believe that I opened up a deep well of anger in Alicia. Not necessarily anger towards me, but anger towards men in general. She was very much two women. One was very loving, very caring. The other was angry, sometimes hostile, even abusive. I got fairly good at telling which woman I was dealing with, but I made mistakes occasionally.

Tonight, though, I had the loving Alicia. Tonight, I had to let her know with my body that she had not made a mistake in letting me move in with her.

I moved down to her soft warm breast and closed my mouth over her dark pink, erect nipple. I sucked it gently, and it got more erect. Then I moved to the other breast and did the same thing. Alicia lay quietly, absorbing my attention, playing idly with my hair. I nuzzled the hollow between her breasts, cupped both of them with my hands, and covered them with kisses. Alicia sighed and arched towards me. She was starting to relax a little. Neither one of us had had sex for a couple of weeks. It had been a difficult time, what with my moving. But now, we could let go a little, and enjoy each other. I knew my function that night, and intended to fulfill her completely.

I moved lower, to her belly, and inhaled the warm sweet aroma of her skin. I was always amazed at the texture of her skin. Although she had a spray of freckles across her nose, the rest of her body was smooth, creamy white, and unmarked. I could spend hours each night stroking her, rubbing in lotion, to keep her skin soft and smooth. But many nights, she just didn't want to be touched too much. I made the most of my opportunities when she let me.

As I got closer to her sex, she spread her legs a little. I put my hand over her pussy, and rubbed her gently in a circular motion. She was warm down there. I ran my fingers through her well-trimmed pubic hair, then slyly slipped a finger between her pussy lips.

She was creamy and hot, but I, as always, had to say, "Please Mistress, open your legs for me." Only then would she spread her thighs and allow me easier access.

I knelt beside her on the bed and began kissing her inner thighs, slowly working my way towards her pussy. She moaned quietly, and opened up a little more. Fighting the urge to rush right to her sex and put my mouth on it, I kissed slowly up her thighs.

When I reached the sweet apex of her womanhood, I put my mouth on her bush, and breathed deeply of her scent. She smelled heavenly. 

Gently, but firmly, I opened her thighs up to reveal her moisting pussy. I could feel the heat on my face as I approached and gave her several tentative kisses. I gently pried her apart with my tongue, and swept her vaginal cleft from clitoris to anus. 

Alicia moaned again, this time more loudly, and said, "That feels good, Phillip. Don't stop."

"Nothing could make me stop, Mistress," I replied.

She chuckled and said, "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

I put my whole mouth on her pussy, and kissed her down there, running my tongue up and down, and then inserting it as far into her as I could. She was tart and sweet and wet, and I drank greedily of her juices. I moved up and took her clit into my mouth and sucked gently on it, and Alicia gave another loud moan and said, "Yes, right there, Phillip!" 

I flicked my tongue across her clit from side to side, then changed and went up and down, before moving away and sticking my tongue into her pussy again. I used my fingers and gently pulled her apart. Her small, erect clitoris came to attention like a little soldier, and I once again took it into my mouth, sucking gently, then flicking it gently with my tongue.

"Oh yes, Phillip! Just like that! Don't stop!" She suddenly tensed against me, then convulsed as her climax hit her. She cried out hoarsely as I flicked back and forth on her clit, milking her orgasm for every ounce of feeling.

I eased off for a minute or so, then repeated the same process again, until she climaxed again. Then, I brought her to another and another orgasm. Finally, she gasped, "No more, no more, Phillip. Let me rest for a moment."

I crawled up beside her. She pulled me to her and kissed me fiercely. As we embraced, she slapped me on my ass a few times, causing an explosion of pain, and bringing me almost immediately to a rock-hard erection. "I need you inside me now," she said.

I scrambled up and got between her legs. No resistance now. She eagerly spread for me. As I mounted her, she grasped my cock and guided me in. She was oh so wet, and oh so muscular, and her pussy gripped my cock like it was going to devour me. I was ready to come again anytime, but I gritted my teeth and began stroking her for all I was worth. This night, she wanted her sex a little rough, so I thrust in as deeply as I could, and ground my pubic bone against her mound. She gripped my buttocks and held me down in her. Our lips came together and we kissed. She put her arms around my neck and held on while I fucked her for all I was worth.

I raised up a little, pulled her legs up and back, and stroked deeply into her. I looked down and saw my cock disappear into her thatch of pussy hair. I could see her inner pussy lips caressing the shaft of my cock as I fucked her. Alicia reached down and touched my cock as I plunged into her. Her eyes were wide open and hot with lust. Her mouth was open, and she gasped and moaned with pleasure.

I went back down. Her arms went around my neck again; her legs went around my waist. Our lips met again and I was devouring her just as she was devouring me.

"Oh--fuck--me!!" she cried out.

Sweat was running down my back with the exertion. I plunged into her deeply, then ground my hips against her. "Right there!" she shouted. "Do that again!"

I plunged down again, grinding into her. Her cries escalated. I fucked into her pussy as deeply as I could. With the last of my strength, I began pounding her. That put her over the edge. She threw her legs back, but held onto my neck even tighter.

"Oh baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! Right there! Oh, oh, oh, aghhhhh!!" she screamed as a wracking orgasm tore through her. Once again she convulsed against me. She put her hands on my ass and held me to her. I could feel the ripples inside her cunt as she climaxed.

Her climax was what put me over the edge. After having concentrated on her enjoyment, I now let myself go. I was aware suddenly of the exquisite pleasure her warm, wet pussy gave me. She was quieter now, and whispering naughty things in my ear.

She kissed me tenderly and said, "Give mama your come, darling slave."

An electric jolt shot through my cock and radiated through my body. I was conscious only of an exquisite bead of pleasure that traveled down the length of my cock and burst forth into Alicia's pussy in an explosion of pent-up semen. I wasn't really aware of it, but I must have been crying out as I came, because when I finally came to, and focused on Alicia's face, she said, "God, Phillip, I don't think I've ever seen you come so hard."

I was panting with exertion, and could do nothing but collapse into her arms. I buried my face in her breasts. She rubbed my back and buttocks soothingly, whispering endearments.

Eventually, I got too soft to stay inside her, and fell out. Without a word, I turned over on my side. I felt Alicia's arms go around me. We fell asleep, totally satiated.



Alicia Ch. 06



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Mike awoke, with a groan, holding onto his throbbing forehead. As he rolled over and tried to sit up, a jagged pain shot through his head. "Unngh! What hit me?" he groaned, trying to focus on his surroundings. The room seemed totally unfamiliar. "Where the hell am I?" he wondered, blinking to help clear his vision.

Memories came flooding back. This was Alicia's apartment. "Alicia, where are you?" he asked himself, anxiously, twisting his head around, searching. Another jagged pain shot through his befuddled brain, and he groaned with agony.

"Alicia?" he called out, in a panicky voice. He staggered to his feet, and lurched into the bedroom. There was no sign of the girl, but the wardrobe doors were wide open, and most of her clothes seemed to be missing!

"Alicia?" he called out again, staggering out and running into the adjoining kitchen. This room was equally deserted. She was obviously someplace else, but where? He ran over to the outer door, opened it and stared out. The corridor was deserted!

As he turned to re-enter the room, his eyes alighted on a sheet of blue writing paper, on the coffee table. He hurried over and picked it up. There was a short message scrawled on it, in block capitals:

DARLING MIKE,

PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T GO TO THE POLICE, OR TRY TO FIND ME, OR I SHALL BE KILLED! IT'S BEEN NICE KNOWING YOU!

ALICIA

Tears of frustration, filled Mike's eyes. "The slimy bastards have kidnapped Alicia!" he snarled. "She'll be in mortal danger, for every second that she remains in their filthy hands! I have to find her and rescue her, but how? I dare not go to the cops. Damn, damn, damn!"

He searched the apartment, frantically looking for some sort of clue, but there was none. It was obvious from the way the place had been ransacked, that they'd searched the place thoroughly, looking for something? It was also clear, from the minimal amount of clothing and underwear remaining in her bedroom, that Alicia wasn't expecting to return!

His heart felt as if it was being squeezed in a vise, as he fought back the tears of frustration. "I've got to find her!" he kept repeating to himself, clenching and unclenching his fists. "If I ever get my hands on those bastards...."

Suddenly, he spotted something on the floor, over by the door, partially obscured by a chair. He bent down and picked it up. It was a half-used book of matches, with an advertisement on the back, for the 'Pink Flamingo Club', together with a Soho address. 

"This might be a clue?" he figured, his eyes lighting up, momentarily. Then his shoulders slumped. "Or, it might just be one of the clip joints that Alicia works? Still, it's the only lead I've got!" He headed for the door.

-oOo-

Alicia was roughly bundled into the back of a large, black Mercedes saloon, by Bull, who then climbed in after her, while the other hood, who's name was Nick, dumped her bulging suitcase in the trunk, before climbing into the driver's seat.

Meanwhile, Arnie opened the offside rear door, and slid in alongside her. "Don't try anything stupid, my dear," he warned, "or we might have to come back and deal, permanently, with the boyfriend!"

Alicia shuddered. The man's eyes were like twin pools of ice. "No, I-I won't," she whispered, in a subdued voice. "This man is a psychopath," she realized, with a thrill of fear.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" she asked, fearfully, as the automobile pulled, quietly and smoothly, away from the kerb and proceeded along the avenue.

"I figure you might earn your keep, as a hostess?" Arnie replied, with an oily grin. "I could do with someone to entertain some of my more important guests, at the various meetings and parties that I organize, and you, my dear, might just be ideal?"

"W-Where are we going?"

"Back to my place! I think we shall have to put you up there, so we can keep a watchful eye on you!" He reached out, and squeezed her naked thigh, just above the knee, causing her to flinch away, involuntarily. He chuckled. "You'll have to be a bit friendlier than that, honey, if you expect to carry on breathing!" He beady eyes glittered, evilly, as he slipped a hand under her short skirt, and rested it against the tightly-stretched crotch of her sheer panties. "Much friendlier!" he added, rubbing stiffened fingers against her mons.

She gulped, nervously. "Y-Yes," she gasped, nodding her head. "I think I understand?"

"Good! Good!" Arnie leant forward and, tilting her chin, planted a light kiss on her freshly painted, crimson lips. He slipped the narrow spaghetti straps of her dress off her trembling shoulders, and pulled her top down, until her naked breasts popped out of the top. "Very good," he murmured, his thumbs flicking her pink nipples into full erection. "I can see that we're going to get along famously, you and I!"

-oOo-

When they reached the sprawling, ivy-covered mansion, in the Northern suburbs, Alicia was shown to her room, and ordered to pack her clothes away, and then take a shower in the en-suite bathroom.

She'd just finished showering and drying herself off, and had slipped into the short, terry toweling robe which had been conveniently provided, when the bedroom door flew open, and Arnie strode in!

"What do you want?" she asked, anxiously, continuing to rub her damp hair on a towel. "Can't you see that I've only just finished my shower?"

"I've brought some papers for you to sign!" he growled, handing them over to her.

"W-What sort of papers?" she asked, curious, despite her feelings of revulsion.

"Just your confession to the murder of Stephen Smith," he replied, matter-of-factly.

"WHAT?" she gasped, scarcely able to believe her ears. "You CAN'T be serious?"

His expression suddenly became ugly. "Better sign, if you know what's good for you, you dumb bimbo!" he snarled, thrusting a pen into her hand.

"No, I..." Alicia quickly read the typed confession, in her hand. It claimed that she had been Stephen's girlfriend, and that she'd become insanely jealous, over his numerous philanderings, and that she'd killed him, in a fit of rage. "But... but..." she protested.

"Sign!" he roared.

Alicia almost jumped out of her skin. She gulped and nodded, and took the pen and signed, with a shaky hand.

He smirked at her, as he took the confession from her trembling hand. "If you ever try to double-cross me, this will find it's way into the hands of the law!" he murmured, his eyes glittering, evilly.

She nodded, meekly! She realized, with a feeling of cold dread, that she was now completely and utterly at this man's mercy.

He placed the signed confession on the bedside table, and his hands moved to the knotted cord about her trim waist. He unfastened it and pulled the robe open. "You really do have a fabulous body, Alicia," he murmured, reaching out and gently caressing her small, rounded breasts, then squeezing both nipples into hardened peaks of erectile tissue. "Fabulous!"

Alicia moaned, and closed her eyes, arching her back! She realized, with a thrill of foreboding, that her continuing good health could be completely dependent on whether she could keep this creature sexually satisfied.

His hands traced her contours, moving down over her quivering belly, and into her lush, dark, pubic bush. "This will have to be shaved off!" he said, firmly.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-Yes, Arnie!" she agreed, meekly, not daring to protest.

I want your crotch as naked as a new born baby's!" he growled.

"Y-Yes Arnie!"

He cupped the mound of her sex, before slipping an index finger between her labia, and testing her heat and moistness. "You're going to be a good girl, and not cause Arnie any grief, now, aren't you, Alicia, honey?"

"Y-Yes Arnie!"

He slipped the robe from her shoulders, then led the naked girl over to the bed. "Lie down on your back, and spread those lovely thighs for daddy," he commanded, with a grin of triumph.

Meekly, she did as he ordered, raising her knees and spreading them wide apart, as she watched, with horrified fascination, as he unfastened and removed his trousers and underpants.

He quickly jerked himself into full erection, then, kneeling between her legs, he inserted the purple, circumcised dome of his fat penis, between her open cunt lips, and slowly pushed into her succulent cavity. As he slid inside her, he felt her powerful cunt muscles clamp about his penis, heightening the delicious sensation. He stretched out across her trembling belly, his fingers squeezing and stretching her prominent nipples, as he did so.

Alicia closed her eyes and moaned, letting the feelings wash over her, as his hips started to move, and he began to slowly pump in and out of her sex, grunting, with each successive penetration.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Soon, she was good and wet from her secretions, and his cock slid back and forth with ease, as his thrusting gradually sped up.

He was panting, heavily, from his exertions, by now, and the hot bitch beneath him was moaning and groaning, and writhing her hips with joy. "There will be no trouble from this one," Arnie told himself, smugly. "The little tramp loves fucking too much, to cause me any hassle!"

"Oh Jesus, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oooooh! Aaaaugh!" Her hips bucked and writhed, as the muscles of her vulva went into uncontrolled spasms, about his pumping maleness, and a flood of warm, clear cum, bathed its veiny surface.

Arnie pulled out of her, just as he was about to climax, and with a couple of jerks of his right fist, he came, ropes of creamy spunk spurting from the end of his knob, and splattering over her belly and breasts. Her eyes flew open, with surprise. "Now lick it clean!" he ordered, as his shook off the last few drops of semen.

She scrambled up onto her knees, in her haste to comply, and Arnie lay back on the mattress and relaxed, while her expert tongue and lips went to work on his softening cock. "No, no trouble at all!" he murmured to himself, with a self-satisfied leer. 



Alicia Ch. 06



October slipped into November, and Alicia and I settled into a routine. We were generally a very settled couple. We both had careers to pursue, and we needed a routine in order to accomplish that. Most people would have called us "normal" except that hard spanking was an integral part of our relationship.

For the time being, we kept our relationship a secret to all but a few close friends. I chose not to tell anyone. I had no close friends at that hospital anyway. Alicia told a couple of friends, including a nurse that she worked with. We both felt that in the rather tight community of a hospital, it was better if personal relationships, especially between physicians and hospital staff, were kept private. I agreed.

No doubt about it, I was in love with Alicia. I was glad to move in with her and take over the duties of caring for her and her household. We had been together for about six weeks, and I felt happier than I had in years. Alicia, I believe, felt the same, though she didn't mention it. After the first night we were officially living together, she rarely told me she loved me.

On workdays, our morning routine went something like this: I usually got up first, at least half an hour earlier that Alicia. I started coffee, grabbed a quick shave and shower, then went in to start breakfast. Alicia got up after me, took a shower, and then ate breakfast.

After breakfast, I helped her dress and did her hair. She wasn't fussy; it usually only required combing out and a little spray. Alicia did her own makeup. While she did that, I got dressed for work. She usually left for work at about 6:45. I left shortly afterwards, after straightening up the house.

Our routine on days off was slightly different. Although I still usually got up earlier, we tended to stay in bed longer. Sometimes we made love. Sometimes we went out for breakfast.

We had a nightly routine as well. My shift at the hospital ran from 7:30 until 4:00. I usually got home at about 4:30. Alicia's time getting home tended to vary, depending on whether or not she had call, or if there were critical patients that required her presence. Since I worked at the hospital also, I usually had an idea of when to expect her.

When Alicia walked through the door, I usually dropped what I was doing to attend to her. I could tell in the first few minutes of her being home what kind of mood she was in. If she was in a good mood, she would generally grab me around the waist and kiss me, sometimes giving my ass a little pat. If she was in a bad mood, she left me alone. In either case, I would help her get into more comfortable clothes, and get her something to drink. Then she would read, listen to music, or talk to me while I made dinner.

Dinner was our special meal of the day. I did my best to make it as enjoyable as possible. Over dinner, we talked about work--some, but mostly about anything else. As she had explained to me before, Alicia's first choice for a career had not been medicine. She was not obsessed with it. She enjoyed talking about other things much more. So we talked about books and movies, politics, people we knew, what kind of vacations we wanted to take, and other things that people newly in love talk about.

After dinner, we watched television or a movie until it was time to go to bed. Alicia sometimes liked a bath at night, and I was glad to bathe her. It was a good way to settle her down, especially if she'd had a rough day at the hospital. It was also a good way to get us both ready for sex.

It always amazed me how beautiful Alicia's skin was; how her coloring came together so well. Her red hair, green eyes, and creamy complexion really did it for me. Even the lips of her sex were a delicate pink, and her nipples were only a shade darker. I loved taking care of such a big, beautiful woman.

My cooking was probably a factor in Alicia's gaining a little weight. At six feet even and one hundred eighty-five pounds, she was a big woman. In the first six weeks of our relationship, she gained seven pounds. At first, she seemed upset, and threatened to take it out of my hide, but then she adjusted. I began watching our calories carefully, and she stabilized.

There was one other duty that I insisted on doing: Alicia's breast exams. When I asked her about self-examining her breasts, she admitted to doing it rarely, if ever. So, I began carefully examining her every month, if not more often.

When we were both ready for bed, I usually laid out, of all things, a flannel sleepshirt for Alicia. It was winter, after all, and she didn't like to be cold. I, however, usually wore only a tee shirt to bed. Alicia liked to be able to touch me whenever and wherever she wanted.

Before climbing into bed, I made sure the doors were locked, set the burglar alarms and alarm clocks, and turned off the lights.

Then, if Alicia was feeling sexy, which she often was, she would pat her lap and say, "Here, let me have a look at you." I would crawl across her lap and she would inspect my bottom. If I had healed sufficiently from the last spanking, she would give me another. Then, she would allow me to slip off her nightshirt, and we would make love.

These evening spankings were not the hard, angry spankings that I sometimes got when she was taking out her work frustrations on me. They were my mistress' way of expressing her love for me, and fulfilling one of my needs. They usually just warmed my ass up, and made me an even more eager lover than I usually was.

Alicia was my dominant, but she was my lover as well. We were each in the relationship to meet a need in the other. I needed to be loved, dominated, and spanked--hard. I also needed to care for someone. Alicia was a women of strong physical and emotional needs. She operated best when her emotional needs were met. That is, she needed to feel loved, but she also needed to have the upper hand in her relationships. In addition, I was happy to provide for her physical care. This included her body care, her meals, and the maintenance of her surroundings. It also included the vigorous and loving sex that she demanded, and that I was perfectly willing to provide for her.

The spankings that I received provided the vital link between us. They provided Alicia with tangible proof that she was in control. She could touch me any way that she wanted. I could be caressed or spanked at her pleasure. They also provided me with proof of who actually controlled the relationship. Spanking gave me a sense of security. I knew what my boundaries were. I felt very loved when my ass was sore from a spanking. I was usually spanked for about three reasons: I was spanked as a prelude to sex. This could be a light or hard spanking, depending on how excited Alicia was. I was spanked when I made some mistake in the running of the house, or when I annoyed her in some way. Lastly, I was sometimes spanked when she'd had a bad day at work, and needed to vent her anger. These were the hardest spankings of all, and Alicia was usually contrite afterwards. 

If there was a limiting factor in all this, it was the condition of my bottom. Alicia told me early on that she might mark me, but that she would not bruise me or draw blood. Her spanking of me, and my acceptance of it, were expressions of love. Beating me would have not have been the affectionate gesture that spanking was. Also, I was never hit on the face, only on the bottom.

Before I was spanked, I was thoroughly examined by Alicia. If I was marked too much, she laid off me until I healed. I told her that it wasn't really necessary. I had really developed a high tolerance for the pain but, she refused to spank if I was marked up too badly.

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As the Thanksgiving holiday approached, Alicia and I decided to take a weekend trip together. Alicia liked the shore, so we decided that we would go to Sunset Beach, a rather little-known beach near the South Carolina border. I had been there years before with a old girlfriend of mine, and had really liked it. As a rule, it was nearly deserted at this time of the year. It would be very private.

We left on a Friday afternoon. The weather was clear and cool, a perfect late November day. We chose a route that would take us through the country, preferring back roads over the more direct interstate. On the way, we listed to music on the radio and talked. Alicia hinted to me that we might try a few different things that weekend.

The house that we had rented sat right on the beach. It was a beautiful two-bedroom affair with a full kitchen and fireplace. It was also expensive, which was why I never could have afforded it for us on the money I made. I said as much to Alicia.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I wanted someplace nice. Besides, you pay your share."

By the time we got settled in, it was dark outside. As I bustled around in the kitchen preparing dinner, Alicia sat at the counter and watched me. I had poured her some wine, a nice chablis, and she was starting to mellow a little.

"I've never felt like this before," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've never had anyone who stuck it out with me for so long. How long have we been together, Phillip?"

"Oh, about eleven weeks, I guess."

"Getting tired of me?" she asked. 

"No way," I said. "I'm just starting to learn about you."

"Good," she said. "You know, I think that you were born to take care of people. You have such a caregiver's attitude. I certainly appreciate the way that you take care of me and my house."

"I believe that I was born to take care of you, Mistress," I said. 

Over dinner, I noticed that she seemed tired. We talked, but her eyes kept drooping a little. The hospital had been really busy, and she'd often worked late. After dinner, she dozed in front of the fire I made.

"Come on, Mistress, you need to go to bed," I said, pulling her to her feet. 

She got up and hugged me, mumbling, "Faithful Phillip, always taking care of me."

I skillfully undressed her and put her in her favorite flannel nightshirt, then tucked her in. Then, I spent the next hour reading in front of the fireplace. I could just barely hear the wind whistling around the eaves of the house. It was cold outside, but it was warm inside. 

I thought about my relationship with Alicia. I had had other girlfriends, of course. But I had never made the connection with them that I had made with Alicia. Alicia and I seemed to fit together perfectly, at least from my perspective. She had been right, I had a caregiver's mentality. I felt best when I was taking care of someone. I also needed a strong personality in my life. I needed someone who could love me, guide me, and punish me if I screwed up. Alicia filled the bill perfectly. However, as we grew closer I came to realize that, as much as I needed Alicia, she also needed me. 

I undressed down to a tee shirt and no underwear, the way Alicia liked me, and got into bed. The bedroom was dark and quiet. All I could hear were the sounds of Alicia's steady breathing and the wind outside. Everything seemed so perfect for us right now. I hoped that it would never end and never change.



Alicia Ch. 07



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Mike O'Reilly made his way through the dimly-lit, smoke-filled atmosphere of the Pink Flamingo, over to the long bar, and ordered a Jack Daniels. He'd been coming to the seedy strip joint for more than two weeks now, and he still hadn't found a single clue as to Alicia's whereabouts. He was quietly beginning to despair!

"That will be three-fifty sir," said the good-looking blonde behind the bar, placing the drink down in front of him, and showing him a dazzling array of even, white teeth, as she gave him a big smile. She was secretly wondering what a good-looking bloke like him, was doing, all on his ownsome, in a low joint like the Pink Flamingo?

"Thanks, Celine," he said, reading her name off a name-badge pinned to her white, silk blouse, positioned over her left breast, and returning her smile. He handed over a fiver from his wallet. "Keep the change!"

"Why, thank you sir," she replied, taking the folding money, and fluttering her long eyelashes, and thinking that she wouldn't mind going on a date with him. "I shall be off duty in an hour!" she murmured, sugestively.

When there was no reaction, the disappointed barmaid spun on her heels, and walked back over to the cash register, with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips.

"Not a bad little arse," Mike conceded to himself, as he sat down on one of the high bar stools.

He swiveled around, running his eyes over the now familiar, dimly illuminated interior, with it's numerous tables and chairs, surrounding the small, open area, used as a dance floor, when the exotic dancers or strippers weren't doing their thing! Music was playing quietly, in the background, over a sophisticated sound system.

The place was still fairly empty, at this relatively early hour, a sprinkling of, mainly male, customers, being dotted about the room. His eyes flitted from one table to the next, checking out the customers, and the friendly house girls, whose job it was to encourage them to drink bottles of the over-priced, Spanish champagne. There was no sign of Alicia, or the ugly character who'd tried to cave his head in, back at her place.

"I wonder if I'm just wasting my time?" he asked himself, for the umpteenth time, feeling his frustration starting to build, once again.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" boomed a voice, from the speakers. "Please give a warm round of applause for the delectable, ANGELICA!"

A driving rock record started up, as a long-legged, big-busted female, stepped out from behind the curtains, onto the cramped dance floor. There was a smattering of applause, as she started to bump and grind to the insistent beat of the music!

"She certainly is a looker!" Mike thought, picking up his drink, and walking over to a vacant table, near the edge of the dance floor, for a better view.

Angelica was a big, busty, blonde, wearing a tight, red minidress, and red, thigh-length, platform-soled, spike-heeled boots. She turned her back to the audience, as she gyrated to the beat, her hands slowly pulling down the zip of her dress, until it reached the small of her back. She slipped the narrow straps from her shoulders, and slowly turned around, lowering the front, and revealing a lacy, black corselet. She wriggled the dress down past her hips, and stepped out of it, before slowly starting to unlace the front of her tight corselet.

Mike downed his drink, and signaled to a hovering waitress. "Jack Daniels, please Miss! Make it a double," he growled, passing her a crisp ten pound note. She nodded, and turned to fetch his drink. Mike's attention returned to the girl gyrating in the spotlight.

Angelica finished unlacing her lacy corselet, and pulled it open, revealing a jiggling pair of 38dd tits, with large, dark areolae, and fat, pink nipples. She shrugged off the corselet, and tossed it aside. She was left wearing a lacy, black garter belt, stockings, and a pair of brief, white, tanga briefs worn over the garter straps. She caressed her large shapely breasts, squeezing them together, then shaking them free, as she shimmied to the music.

She turned her back to the audience, once more, hooking her thumbs into her knickers, before, slowly, wriggling them down over her rounded buttocks. She continued down past her knees then swiftly stepped out of them. She spun around, one hand strategically placed in front of her naked crotch, whilst the other tossed her panties onto the dance floor, with a flick of the wrist.

She turned away, once again, her hips still pumping to the beat, bending forward and slowly opening her legs, as a hand moved between her legs to mask her dark anal sphincter from the audience's avaricious gaze.

Her shapely arse swayed from side to side, in time to the music, as she slowly took her hand away, revealing her puckered cherry. She straightened, throwing her hands into the air, high above her head, as she turned to face her fans, spreading her legs, and finally revealing her sex, in all its clean-shaven glory. As the music reached the noisy climax, she rotated her hips, the stiff fingers of one hand, rubbing against the entrance to her sex, suggestively, whilst the other squeezed and kneaded a breast.

The music ended, and she swiftly bent down and picked up her discarded clothes, before running off the dance floor.

"Thank you, Angelica," boomed the disembodied voice, as her shapely tail disappeared behind the curtains.

Mike returned to the bar, and ordered another drink. He was just beginning to think about calling it a day, when he felt a hand brush his arm.

"How about buying a girl a drink, handsome?" murmured, a husky, female voice.

He spun around to see the blonde stripper, Angelica, just perching her shapely derriere on the high-stool next to him, her crimson lips set in a warm, welcoming smile. She was wearing the same tight, red mini-dress that she'd been wearing during her act.

"Sure, why not!" he replied, with a shrug. "What are you drinking?"

"A dry white wine would be very nice!" she murmured, big blue eyes gazing at him from beneath long, lush eyelashes.

He raised a hand, and snapped his fingers. "A dry white wine, please, Miss?" he called, as the blonde barmaid sauntered over. Damned if he could remember her name. She nodded, unsmiling, and turned to fetch the drink.

"My name's Mike, by the way, Mike O'Reilly!"

"Angelica Marshall!"

"Nice to meet you, Angelica! I was just admiring your act!"

"Thanks! What brings a good-looking guy like you, into a place like this, all on your own, Mike?" enquired the dancer, taking a sip from her drink, after the barmaid had returned, banged it down in front of her, and stormed off, in something of a huff.

Mike gave her a sad smile. "I'm looking for someone!" he replied.

"What's her name?"

He grinned. "Alicia!"

"Well, I know most of the regulars, but that name doesn't ring a bell!" she murmured, with a frown and an apologetic shrug, causing one spaghetti strap to fall from her bare shoulder. "Is she a stripper, or is she on the game?" she asked, pulling the strap back up again.

Mike blushed. "She's a friend... sort of," he admitted, "but we've recently lost touch with one another!"

"What does this FRIEND look like?" enquired the blonde stripper, with a twinkle in her eye.

"She's the most gorgeous..." he began, pausing, as he noticed the broad grin appear on her face. "She's a pretty brunette, about five-feet nine tall, with a really good figure! Not quite as much on top, as yourself, though," he added, with an embarrassed grin.

Angelica, smiled back, and crossed one shapely leg over the other, ignoring the way her short skirt rode up, almost to the crotch. She took a small sip of her wine. "She must be something really special?" she murmured, looking deep into his eyes.

Mike squirmed, under her penetrating stare. "She is!" he acknowledged, lowering his gaze. The low neckline of her dress, coupled with the way she was leaning forward toward him, gave him a spectacular view of her cleavage, and her unencumbered 38dd's. She obviously hadn't bothered to put on her corselet again, before coming to the bar for a drink.

The stripper noted the direction of his gaze, and her full, red lips, twisted in a knowing smile. She reached out a hand, and placed it over the bulge in the crotch of his trousers, feeling it stir, immediately. "How about you and I going upstairs, sugar, where we can discuss this matter further, in private!" she murmured, in a low, husky voice.

"I, ah, I don't know if that would be a good idea!" Mike protested, blushing a deep shade of red, and starting to sweat. It did seem to have gotten awfully hot in the room, during the last few minutes.

"If you gave me some more details, I could maybe keep an eye open for this girlfriend of yours?" she suggested, rubbing her stiff fingers against the rapidly growing bulge in his trousers. "I could even ask some of the other girl's to keep a look out for her!"

"Would you? That would be great!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically. "You would be doing me a real big favor!"

"Yeah, I would, wouldn't I? Well, you don't get nothing in this world for free!" she growled, downing the remains of her drink, then taking his hand in hers, as she slid off the stool, momentarily revealing that she hadn't bothered to replace her knickers either. She pulled him toward a door marked 'Private'.

"Where are we going?" he protested, holding back a little.

"Up to my room, so that we can discuss the finer details!" she replied, her eyes glittering, avariciously.

Mike wasn't to sure if he was doing the right thing, but Angelica's help might greatly enhance his chances of finding Alicia again, so he figured that any sacrifice he might have to make, would be worth it.

She dragged him up a narrow flight of stairs, and along a dimly lit corridor, with threadbare carpet on the floor, before unlocking the second door on the left. "Here we are, lover!" she declared, dragging him into a small bedroom, and switching on the single overhead light bulb.

The room contained a single bed with rumpled sheets, together with some built-in cupboards, a wardrobe and a dressing table and stool. The top of the dressing table was littered with numerous items of make-up and perfume bottles, and a lacy bra hung over the corner post of the mirror.

As he looked around for somewhere to sit down, she perched on the edge of the bed, and patted the mattress alongside her. "Now, come and tell Angelica all about it!" she murmured.

Mike reluctantly sat down next to her, and gave her a brief outline of the events leading up to Alicia's disappearance, leaving out some of the more lurid details.

"You say she actually saw this guy get killed?" Angelica gasped, her eyes big and round with amazement.

"Yes, but she wouldn't go to the police. I've got a feeling that it was something to do with drug trafficking?"

"And you think that these guys might actually be customers of the Pink Flamingo?" She gave a shudder.

"I don't know? All I've got to go on, is the book of matches that I found," he replied, miserably. "According to Alicia, the boss man's name is Arnie, and he has two big gorillas for sidekicks! I think I should be able to recognize the ape that zapped me over the head, the next time I see him!"

"Hmm? I don't like to say this Mike, but how do you know that your Alicia is still alive?" asked the visibly shaken stripper.

"Because they took most of her clothes, and because... because I just KNOW she is!" he retorted, angrily, turning his face to hers. Her half-open, wetly glistening, red lips, were mere inches from his own. Tears of sympathy glistened in the corners of her big, blue eyes. It was too much for any red-blooded male to resist. On a sudden impulse, he kissed her, savagely.

"Ummm!" she murmured, but didn't try to pull away. Instead a hand snaked about the back of his head, grasping his short hair, and pulling him hard up against her, as she returned the kiss, with interest.

His left hand came up, and molded itself around her right breast, through the thin material of her dress. He could feel her nipple growing hard and erect, against his palm, as she became more and more excited. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but if it meant finding Alicia again...

She closed her eyes, squirming her lips hard up against his, as his tongue penetrated her mouth. Her other hand fumbled with the zip of his fly, eager to release the coiled up monster in his underpants. She yanked down the front of his cotton briefs, and pulled out his manhood, clutching it tightly, in her hot little hand. "Ooooh, Mike!" she gasped, feeling incredibly horny, due to a combination of fear and lust. "Mike, Mike, make love to me, please?"

She pulled away, staring, pleadingly, into his eyes, before dropping her head into his lap. Without hesitation, her warm, wet lips engulfed the throbbing, purple head of his penis, and she went down on him.

"Aagghh!" He shuddered with delight, as her head started to bob up and down in his lap, forcing his prick deep into the back of her throat, before blowing him out, between tightly pursed lips. Her teeth grazed his sensitive glans, before she went down on him again. With trembling hands, he reached out and unzipped the back of her dress, then pulled the spaghetti straps from her shoulders.

She paused, long enough to sit up, and allow him to tug the dress down about her waist. She was naked beneath it, as he had suspected. Her huge breasts, swayed, like two fleshy footballs, the nipples standing out hard and proud, as he ran his hands over them.

She gave a contented sigh, then dropped her face back to his crotch, to continue her delicious blow job.

"Jesus, please, stop, or I shall cum!" he gasped. His balls felt as if they were about to explode.

She raised her head, her lipstick all smeared, a big grin on her face. "Let's get naked?" she suggested, huskily.

They both hurriedly removed there clothes, which in the blonde's case, took about two seconds. "Lie down on the bed!" she commanded, when they were both stark naked.

He did as he was told, and she clambered astride him. "She sure is a good-looking piece of female flesh!" he thought, as she gripped his erection and jerked him for a few seconds, before lowering her open sex onto his rigid shaft.

"Aaaahhhh!" She gave a contented sigh, as his seven-inches slipped, easily, into her moist vagina, then she began to raise and lower her hips, never quite releasing him on the upstroke, before plunging back down on him again.

"Oh, yesss!" he gasped, delirious with pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes!"

The powerful muscles of her vulva gripped him tightly, as she slid up and down along his veiny length, and her fingers, squeezed and plucked at her swollen clitoris. She arched her spine, head thrown back, eyes closed, as she pleasured herself. Little grunts came from her slack, half-open mouth.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..."

Suddenly, with a loud groan, Mike shot his load into her clasping sheath, his hips pumping upward, as he jettisoned his creamy jism, finally relieving the intolerable pressure that had built up in his balls. "Oh Jesus," he gasped, slamming hard into her crotch. "Sweet Jesus!"

"Aaauugghh, uuunngghh!" With a powerful shudder, Angelica orgasmed, and her cunt muscles spasmed, wildly, about his jetting cock. She ground her crotch against his, rotating her hips, to maximize her pleasure. "Oh, yes, yesss," she gasped, "soooh good!"

As the body-quakes subsided, she leant forward on her arms, her massive boobs hanging, like two ripe melons, in front of his face. "Was that good for you?" she panted, with a Cheshire cat smile of satisfaction.

"Wonderful," he replied, with a slight frown, as his shrinking cock slipped, wetly from her sex, "but now I feel as guilty as sin!"

"There's no reason to feel guilty, lover!" she murmured. "From what you've told me about your Alicia, I'm sure she's not the jealous type? It was just something that we both desperately needed! It was a perfectly natural response to the situation!"

"Hmm? Maybe for you!" he muttered. He wasn't totally convinced. He still felt guilty.

"Now hold still, while I clean you up a bit!" she said, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She squirmed backward, then went down on his crotch, licking him clean, like some domestic feline.



Alicia Ch. 07



I got up early the next morning. Alicia was still asleep, so I wrote her a note telling her where I was going, and ran down to the store to pick up a newspaper. She was still asleep when I got back, so I had a few minutes to myself to drink coffee and read the paper.

A little while later, I heard her stirring in the bedroom. I went in, and she was sitting up in bed.

"Good morning," I said.

"Hi," she said, a bit groggily. She patted the bed beside her. "How long have you been up?"

"About forty-five minutes," I replied.

I sat down beside her on the bed.

"What's it like outside?" she asked, as she began rubbing my back and caressing my hair.

"It's about thirty-eight degrees, clear, and a little windy."

"Good," she said. "I want to get out a little, walk on the beach. I feel like I've been inside for a month."

"We both have, what with the weather and as busy as it's been at the hospital."

She laid back down and pulled me down with her. She kissed me and rubbed her body against mine.

"You must be feeling rested," I remarked.

"I am," she said, "and I'm horny."

For the next hour, Alicia and I made love. I was glad. She hadn't felt much like it for the past couple of weeks. When we were done, lying quietly, she played with my chest and said, "I don't remember how I made it without you, Phillip. You're very special. You do such a good job of taking care of my needs, all my needs, that I don't want to ever let you go."

"Don't worry, Mistress, I'm not going anywhere."

I made breakfast for us, and then we went out walking. It had been a while since either one of us had gotten any appreciable exercise. The beach we were staying at was on a barrier island separated from the mainland by a canal. It was about three miles long and one-fourth of a mile wide. Some development had occurred, but most of the island was still untouched. Alicia and I walked almost completely around the island. Then, we got into the car, and drove over to the mainland. We did a little shopping and sightseeing. She was in the best mood I'd seen her in for a while. 

We were having coffee at a diner in the small town on the mainland, when I asked, "So, what is this `something different' that we're going to try tonight?"

"You'll see tonight after dinner," she said.

"Man! The suspense is killing me," I exclaimed.

Alicia leaned over close and said, "Well, just make sure that your bottom is ready, because I'm going to wear you out tonight, boy!"

The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Over the past couple of weeks, I had been spanked, but they hadn't been the loving, rather romantic prelude to sex that I often craved. Instead, I had been spanked to relieve stress, both mine and Alicia's. Now, from the playful glint in Alicia's eyes, I could tell that what she had planned for me was just what I needed. I think that she needed it, also.

We went back to the house, had lunch, and took a nap together. When we got up, it was almost three o'clock, and the sun was starting to go down. We took another walk up and down the beach. Alicia walked fast; I had to practically run to keep up. Then, we went out to dinner.

"Go take a shower," she said to me when we got back. I did so. 

When I came out, she said, "Wait in the living room. I'll let you know when to come in. Come in completely naked." Then, she went into the bedroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

The wait seemed interminable. I had butterflies in my stomach from the anticipation. Finally, I heard her say, "Come in, Phillip," from beyond the door.

I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. It was dark inside, lit only by several strategically placed candles. I caught the scent of sandalwood incense and Alicia's musky perfume. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. Gradually, Alicia came into view.

She was sitting in the corner, dressed in a short black leather dress and black stockings. On her feet were black, high heeled pumps. Her hair was loose and cascaded thickly over her shoulders. Her eyes glinted in the candlelight.

"Stop right there," she said quietly.

I stopped.

"Do you love me, Phillip?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Come closer."

I walked slowly over to where she was sitting. She reached up and began fondling my cock, pulling on it, stroking it. It immediately began to get erect.

"I want you to stay hard for me tonight," she said quietly. "Do what you have to do, but don't let me see your cock go soft. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Here, this is for you." She reached down and picked up a small, filligreed chain with two dangling charms. She attached the device just behind the head of my cock. Now, when I moved, the two charms knocked together, making a tinkling sound.

"Do you love me?" she repeated.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered. And I did love her. I loved her with all my heart. I felt myself, at that moment, submitting to Alicia in a way that I'd never submitted to anyone.

"Kneel before me, then, with your hands behind you, and put your tongue to my shoe."

I looked at her. There was nothing playful in her eyes now. Instead, Alicia's eyes were hot with lust and power. We were both caught up in the little tableau we were constructing, and the slightest change in the atmosphere would ruin the mood.

I knelt before her, hands behind me. I put my tongue to her shoe, and began laving it with my tongue. I felt something tickling my hair, looked up briefly, and saw that Alicia had a leather riding crop in her hand. I went to the other shoe, and cleaned that one as well. Then, taking a chance, I began kissing her ankles and the insides of her calves, slowly working my way up her legs. She did not stop me, so I continued.

For a few moments, we floated in time. My mind and my body where in complete surrender. I concentrated on the small area of skin that I was kissing at that moment. Gradually, I approached her knees. It seemed that I could literally feel the heat from her sex on my face. I sneaked a quick look into the shadowy area between her thighs, and thought I saw something glimmer briefly in the candlelight.

"That's enough," Alicia said.

I stopped and sat back. She looked at me and smiled. Seeing that smile, I was filled with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. At that moment, I knew that I was going to get the spanking of my life.

"Are you ready for your punishment, Phillip?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress," was all I could manage to say.

"Then lean up against that wall there," she said.

I got up, placed my hands against the wall, and stuck my butt out.

"Stick your ass out more," she growled.

I stuck it out more. She smacked it with the crop. "More!" she growled again. I stuck it out as fas as I could without falling.

"Spread your legs," she snapped. I hastened to obey. "Wider!" I spread them as much as I dared.

I felt terribly exposed. The cheeks of my ass were splayed apart widely, exposing everything. Alicia ran the crop slowly up and down the cleft, lingering briefly over my anus.

"Are you still hard?" she asked.

I glanced down at my rock-hard dick, and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. You'd better be. And you'd better stay hard."

There was a silence. It seemed to drag on. Then, the air was cut by the sharp whistle of the crop as it traveled in a short arc and landed with a crack on the cheek of my ass.

I jerked and tensed. The first blow was followed by several others in quick succession. They all stung mightily. Then Alicia settled into a rhythm, a steady lashing that covered everything from the backs of my calves to the cheeks of my ass. The pain began to mount. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but eventually, I was making short, sharp gasps and exclamations of pain.

I could feel the pain in my calves and thighs meld with the pain from my buttocks until my entire backside was one hot tormented mass. I let myself be bathed in the heat, focusing on that, rather than the stinging pain. At length, I heard Alicia say, "Okay, that's enough of that. Stand up and turn around."

I pushed back and brought myself up to a standing position. I looked down and, thank goodness, my cock was still erect.

Alicia came close, grasped my cock and squeezed it firmly. "Good," she said. "Now, lie down on the bed, face down. Spread your arms and legs."

It hurt to walk. I glanced at myself for an instant in the mirror, and was a bit shocked at what I saw. My legs and buttocks were crisscrossed with red, angry-looking welts. I was walking hunched over like an old man with degenerative spinal disease.

I lay down on the bed, spread-eagled. For just a few moments, I closed my eyes and rested, absorbing the feeling from my stinging backside. I felt that I was no longer in control of anything that happened to me. I was completely at Alicia's mercy. The thought, while in one way terrifying, was in another way comforting. I would have to trust in her love and restraint. While my punishment that night might be severe, as long as she did it in love, I could take it.

I felt something go around my ankle, then get pulled tight. Then something went around my other ankle. It too was pulled tight. Something went around my right wrist. I opened my eyes and saw Alicia bending down and tying one of the wrist restraints we used at the hospital, to the frame of the bed. Then, she went around to my left wrist, and did the same.

Now in four-point restraint, I was completely helpless. I closed my eyes again, grinding my hard cock, with its attached bauble, into the bed. I sensed Alicia near, and opened my eyes. For a moment, I could see nothing. There was something in front of my eyes. It was the wooden hairbrush. Alicia touched it to my lips, and I kissed it.

"Are you ready, Phillip?" Alicia asked.

"Yes, oh yes, Mistress."

She started with the paddle on my buttocks, working downward to my thighs. It wasn't long before I was gritting my teeth to keep from crying out. As always, however, I lost. Soon I was gasping and moaning, and even trying to avoid the blows. As I did so, I heard Alicia chuckle softly, and the blows came even harder.

Eventually, they stopped. I gave a huge sigh of relief. I blinked away tears. My ass throbbed with pain. I lay as still as possible, as every movement was agony. I felt the exquisite pain-pleasure of Alicia's hand caressing my thighs and buttocks. Alicia untied the restraints.

"Turn over," she whispered.

I turned over carefully. I saw with despair that my cock had gone partly soft. "Oh Mistress," I cried heartbrokenly "I've failed you."

For a instant, I saw her lip quiver. "I'll forgive you this time," she said. "Go ahead and get it hard again."

I took my cock in my hand and, looking at her, began to masturbate myself back to full erection. The charms jingled as I pumped my cock.

"Would you like to see?" she asked quietly.

I nodded silently.

Alicia reached behind her and pulled the dress zipper down. She shrugged, and the garment fell to the floor. She was now naked before me, except for the garter belt and stockings.

She was, as always, magnificent. Her hair was long and thick and very red. Her skin was creamy white and flawless. Her pubic hair, though dense, was trimmed and under control. To my intense excitement, I saw also that Alicia was wearing erotic jewelry. From her left nipple hung a small, non-piercing charm. Dangling between her legs, I saw two small jewels hanging on a delicate golden chain.

I was fully erect in a matter of seconds, after seeing Alicia in all her glory.

"Stay still. Don't move," she ordered. Then she climbed up on the bed and straddled my head. I looked up and saw her red-haired pussy with its dangling jewelry descending upon me. I was engulfed in the smell and the feel of Alicia's hot, wet pussy against my mouth and cheeks.

"Eat my pussy," Alicia commanded. "Make me come, Phillip."

I began licking her up and down the moist chasm, working around the clip on the jewelry as well as I could. She spread her legs even more, and I darted my tongue up to probe at her asshole.

Alicia reached down and removed the jewelry from her pussy, then held her labia open for me. I now had full access to her. I put my hands on her butt, and gripped her, pulling her down so that I was totally immersed in her hot, wet, sweet-smelling sex. 

I was like a famished man with his first meal. I licked and sucked and nibbled and shoved my tongue as far into her cunt as I could. I felt her put her fingers in my hair and pull me up even closer. I heard her breathing get ragged, and she began making kittenish mews of delight. She let go of my hair, put her hands on the side of the bed, and ground her pussy down on my tongue. I made my tongue hard while she rubbed her clitoris against it.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh!!" she cried as her first orgasm of the night tore through her. 

I was practically swimming in her pussy juices. I redoubled my efforts, once again attacking her sensitized clit, flicking it with my tongue, nipping it gently. She responded with sobs of delight, urging me on, guiding me with movement and words to her most sensitive spots. I snaked a finger between her butt cheeks and inserted it into her anus. This combined with my hot, hard tongue on her clitoris brought her to yet another orgasm. 

She began moving up and down, riding my tongue and my finger, fucking both of them, working for another climax. Alicia was crying out loudly now, completely enraptured by the sensations she was experiencing. She seemed to climax again and again.

Eventually, she tired. I was a little relieved. My tongue and jaw were aching. Alicia climbed unsteadily off me, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She used her hand to wipe my sweaty, pussy-juice- smeared face. She brushed back my damp hair. She smiled at me.

"Did I please you, Mistress?" I asked.

"Yes, you did, Phillip. Are you ready to come?"

"Yes, oh yes, Mistress."

Alicia bent briefly over me and removed the bauble from my erect cock, then once again got up on the bed. But this time she straddled my waist instead. She reached around behind her and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. When she lowered herself, I slid in liquidly. We both groaned out loud.

She bent forward, placed her lips against mine, and said, "You did well tonight, slave. Make me come again with your cock."

I gripped her by the hips, and began shoving my cock deeply into her. She countered with motions of her own. We moved together in unison, each one working for their own, and the other's pleasure. I plunged in deeply, grinding my pubis against her clit. I put one of my hands on her butt and once again invaded her anus with my finger. Alicia groaned and slipped her tongue between my lips. We joined in a deep kiss.

"Don't come yet, I'm almost there again," she said urgently.

I pounded her from below, expending the last of my energy in a mighty effort to lift her to climax again. The pain from my back and legs had become heat, and the heat was centered in a hard knot around my groin. The knot seemed to get harder and harder as my orgasm neared. "I can't hold out much longer, Mistress," I gasped. She looked into my eyes pleadingly, "Just a little...bit...longer....Oh! Oh! Ugh!" Suddenly she screamed and threw herself over me, convulsing in the throes of her most powerful orgasm of the evening. With the last of my strength, I stroked her, wringing out the last nuance of feeling from her climax for her.

"Mistress, may I come now?" I asked, aware that I was very close to losing control.

She had collapsed over me. She raised herself onto her elbows and looked down at me. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Come inside me, Phillip. Give me your come. Come into mama."

I looked into her green eyes as my pleasure crescendoed and I shot spurt after spurt of semen into her hungry pussy. I cried out in mixed agony and ecstasy as the pleasure of my climax merged with the pain of my back and legs.

When I was done, I threw my arms back in total surrender to exhaustion and sated physical pleasure. I literally could no longer move.

We lay like that for quite a while. Gradually, our heartbeats returned to normal. At length, Alicia dismounted me and staggered off to the bathroom. I faintly heard the water running. A few minutes later, I heard/felt her moving around the room quietly, snuffing the candles and putting things away. Then, she got into bed with me. The room had gotten cooler, and she pulled the blanket up over both of us. She was nude, and she pressed her warm naked body against mine, spoon-fashion. I felt her arm go around me, hugging me close to her. I felt her kiss the back of my neck. "You are my beloved slave," I heard her whisper, as I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning, I was very sore. As a matter of fact, I could hardly move. I rolled over in bed, and I must have groaned a little, because Alicia appeared at the door almost immediately.

"Good morning," she said, smiling.

"Hi," I said.

"How do you feel this morning?" she asked.

"I'm sore. Very sore." I started to get up, but she came over and gently pushed me down in the bed.

"Mistress, I need to get up and make breakfast," I said.

"No," she said firmly. She was smiling, but she looked worried. "Stay in bed for right now. I'll bring in coffee and something to eat."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't mind getting up."

Alicia was wearing a beautiful sapphire blue satin dressing gown. Her red curls were loose about her shoulders, but she had brushed her hair. She looked fresh and rested, and had apparently been up for a while.

"I'm sure," she said, brushing my hair back from my forehead. "It's the least I can do, after last night."

"Were you pleased?" I asked.

"I was very pleased," she answered, her voice suddenly very soft, "very pleased."

I shifted a little in the bed, grimacing as I did so. She noticed and said, "Turn over. I want to look at you."

I tossed the covers back, exposing my morning erection. "Excuse me," I said, a little embarrassed.

"I don't mind," she said. She suddenly leaned over and kissed me gently. "Thank you for last night," she said.

I turned over. As soon as I did so, I heard her inhale sharply. She gently ran her hands over my entire backside, from my calves to my buttocks.

A drop of warm liquid fell onto my back. I heard her sniffle slightly. I turned back over. Alicia had tears in her eyes. She held up the sheet. There were tiny bloodstains on it. 

"I'm sorry, Phillip," she said.

"Mistress, don't apologize. I don't mind. It doesn't hurt too badly."

She got into bed with me and took me into her arms. I rested my head on her breasts while she caressed me.

"I overdid it last night, Phillip. I didn't even realize it. I'm so sorry. I'll go easier on you in the future."

Burrowing deeper into her soft warm breasts, I said, "Really, Mistress, it's not so bad. It hardly hurts at all this morning." I looked up into her green eyes and said, "You can't hit me hard enough to hurt me."

Alicia's eyes filled with tears. She pulled me close and kissed me, then she whispered, "I love you so much, Phillip. Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, Mistress."

* * *

Alicia was extremely solicitous for the rest of the day. She didn't let me get out of bed except to go to the bathroom. She brought me coffee and ibuprofen for my pain, then toast, scrambled eggs, and orange juice. We ate together, relishing the time. Later that day, we would have to go back to Chapel Hill.

The subject of marriage didn't come up again, but we both felt that our relationship had subtly changed.

I must have been pretty marked up, because she wouldn't let me do anything for the rest of the day. She helped me through some simple range-of-motion exercises, to limber me up, then gently sponged me off with a warm washcloth before letting me get dressed. All the rest of the day, Alicia was very affectionate, even doting.




Alicia Ch. 07



In truth, I was pretty sore, and remained sore for the better part of the week, but it was worth it for Alicia to treat me so well. She wouldn't even let me load the car to go home.

When we got home that night, she put me right to bed with more ibuprofen and a glass of wine. We sat up reading for a little while, but then I settled down for sleep. I had on soft cotton pajamas, and she had rubbed my backside with lotion, so I was pretty comfortable. I turned on my side to face her. 

"I meant what I said, Mistress," I whispered.

"I meant what I said, too, Phillip," she whispered back.

We kissed good night, and went to sleep.



Alicia Ch. 08



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.


"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Alicia's breath was constantly forced out of her lungs, as Arnie pumped into her sex from behind. She was braced on her hands and knees, on the tiger skin rug, in front of the large open fireplace, in the lounge, her naked body covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Her only items of clothing, were a pair of patent, five-inch stiletto-heeled, red shoes.

With a loud, animal grunt, Arnie climaxed, his hot cum splattering into her tightly clenching vagina. Alicia gave a gasp of delight, and thrust her bottom backward to meet his plunging cock, with renewed effort, as she tried to attain her own longed-for orgasm.

He suddenly stopped thrusting, and collapsed, gasping, against her raised buttocks. "That was real good, babe!" he panted. "Real good!"

He pulled his still erect shaft from between her thighs, and sat back on his haunches, unconcerned that she was still unfulfilled. "I've got an important job for you tomorrow evening, honey!" he panted, giving her pert bottom a stinging slap.

"Ouch!" Alicia sank down onto her stomach, with a barely audible moan, and rolled over, starring up at him. "Oh, yeah, what's that then?" she asked, raising one well-plucked eyebrow. She was getting used to her new lifestyle. Provided she serviced Arnie regularly, she'd been allowed to indulge in a life of luxurious idolatry.

He stared down at her lewdly displayed body, and grinned. "I've got some important business associates coming over tomorrow night, and I want you to keep them happy, my love!" he murmured.

Alicia felt a sudden thrill of apprehension. Arnie core business was big-time drug trafficking, so any business associates were bound to be concerned with hard drugs, either that or prostitution, or one of his various protection rackets. "Ah, what do you want me to do, exactly?" she asked, a frown creasing her normally smooth forehead.

"Just act as a hostess, keep them well supplied with booze, and let them have anything else they want, while they're my guests!" he replied, a steely glitter in his eyes. Underneath that affable exterior, was a very, very dangerous man.

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"What if one of them wants to fuck me?" she asked, with a sulky pout.

"Let him!" he growled, rising to his feet, and heading for the bathroom. "Do a good job, and daddy will buy you an expensive present!" he called back.

Alicia climbed to her feet, his cum oozing out past the dark swollen nether lips of her smoothly shaven pussy, and leaving glistening streaks down the insides of her thighs. She sighed. She was nothing more than a decorative plaything, to the middle-aged gangster, but her very survival depended on her acquiesing to his every humiliation. She padded softly through to the bathroom, to join her new master in the shower.

-oOo-

Although Angelica was about the same height, five-feet nine, as Alicia, that was where the similarity ended. Whilst Alicia was a dark-haired, olive-skinned Latin beauty, the stripper was a platinum blonde, with a typically 'English Rose', peaches and cream complexion. Angelica was a buxom 38dd, 26, 36 inches, compared to Alicia's slim but shapely 34c, 24, 36 vital statistics, and a good ten pounds heavier, but she oozed sexuality. She was slightly older than the brunette, somewhere in her late twenties.

Mike met the blue-eyed blonde in the darkened alley, behind the Pink Flamingo, as arranged. She was wearing a short, black mini-dress and high-heels, and looked as sexy as hell! "You said you'd got some information for me, over the phone?" he asked, eagerly, clutching her bare shoulders, and pushing her back against the rough, red-brick wall.

"Yeow! Easy lover," she complained, pulling a face, and pushing his hands away.

"Come on, Angelica, what have you found out?" he demanded, impatiently.

"I've found out who the baddies are," she murmured, "and it ain't good news!"

"Tell me, please?"

"It looks like your girlfriend has fallen into the clutches of Arnie Sidebottom and his gang!" She paused, waiting for the bad news to sink in.

"Who the fuck's Arnie Sidebottom?" Mike asked, with a puzzled frown.

"Where have you been hiding for the last five years," she replied, with an exasperated sigh. "He's only just about the biggest drug dealer in the home counties! He's got a finger in most of the other rackets as well, and there's more than a few bent coppers and politicians on his payroll!"

"How did you find out about this?" he asked, clutching her arms, but more gently this time.

"One of the girls, Susie, put the description, middle-aged, dapper looking gent, accompanied by two hulking gorillas, and the possibility of drug trafficking, together, and hey presto, she came up with a name! What's more, one of his strong-arm boys, Bull, I think his name is, comes into the club, occasionally!"

Mike's eyes lit up. "So, all we have to do, is wait for this big ape to show up, and then tail him back to their hideout?" he said, excitedly.

She gave him a look that said she thought he was off his trolley. "You've been watching far too many detective films, Mike!" she exclaimed. "Nobody in their right mind, messes with Arnie Sidebottom, not if they don't want to end up floating face down in the Thames in a sack, that is!"

"The next time this Bull comes into the club, I want you to phone me, immediately!" he said, savagely, grabbing her upper arms and giving her a rough shake. "Understand?"

"Okay, okay!" she gasped, a little frightened by the sheer intensity of his reaction. "But now it's your turn to shut up and put up!"

"What do you mean?" he growled, pulling back slightly, and frowning.

"Make love to me!"

"What, here?" he asked, incredulously.

"Yes, right this minute!" she hissed, her fingers fumbling with the zip of his denim jeans. She slipped her hand inside his briefs, and cradled his balls. "Don't tell me you don't want to?" She could feel his cock growing bigger and harder by the second, so the question was somewhat rhetorical.

"You sexy bitch!" he groaned, his hands pushing her short skirt up about her waist, before tugging her flimsy panties down almost to her knees, as her hand pulled his cock out, and began to pump it.

She groaned, and thrust her hips forward, as his stiff fingers began to rub against the entrance to her sex. "You owe me one!" she murmured, positioning his knob at her entrance, then wrapping her arms about his neck, and pulling his lips down to hers, in a passionate French kiss.

"Aaaaauugghh!" her breath rushed into his mouth, as he thrust his hips forward, and entered her, in a single, fluid motion. He was pleasantly surprised at how well lubricated she already was!

By now, her knickers had slipped down about her ankles, and she managed to kick one foot free of their entangling confines, before wrapping her legs about his waist, and locking her ankles. He gripped her ass in both hands, both supporting her and pulling her onto him, as he thrust deeper into her. "You sexy bitch!" he thought.

Their kiss came to a gasping, panting end, and she arched her back, throwing back her head. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yesss!" she cried, hoarsely, as he began to pound into her, slamming her back against the rough brickwork!

"Forgive me Alicia!" Mike groaned, under his breath, as he tugged down the top of the blonde's dress with one hand and clutched a bouncing mammary, before thumbing her nipple into full hardness. His mouth engulfed the other teat and sucked, powerfully, while his penis pistoned, in and out of her eager, clutching pussy.



Alicia Ch. 08



As Christmas neared, Alicia and I decided to give a small dinner party. Alicia had a friend named Kathy Stone, a nurse on the surgical unit, whom she invited, along with Kathy's female companion.

I had not really developed any close friends during my time at the hospital. I had working acquaintances, but no one that I spent any time with away from work. If I had not met Alicia, I might have cultivated a friend or two, but once Alicia came into the picture, she was all I really wanted. Alicia, on the other hand, craved the company of other people occasionally. 

Kathy was in her middle thirties, with short black hair, red lips and fingernails, and intense blue-black eyes under thick dark eyebrows. She was a petite woman with strong, muscular arms, thighs and buttocks that she got from lifting weights at the gym. She had a small tattoo of a red rose on her left bicep. Her breasts looked small and hard like the rest of her body. Her complexion was pale, her nose small and upturned. When she laughed her rather loud, brassy laugh, she showed large white teeth. She smoked, and could be seen outside in the employee smoking area on even the coldest, rainiest days with a cigarette between her lips.

If opposites could be said to attract, then Alicia and I were living proof. But Alicia and Kathy were not opposites. Both had strong personalities. Alicia could be rather humorless at times, but Kathy had a lively, if crude, sense of humor. She was often the only one who could get Alicia laughing, most of the time with dirty jokes. 

On the other hand, despite her outgoing personality, Kathy was always respectful of Alicia at work. Alicia was the physician, and a good one, after all. But Kathy was a very good nurse, and didn't hesitate to express her opinion. That may have been one of the reasons why Alicia liked her. She could take Kathy at face value without feeling threatened by her. 

For my part, I kept pretty quiet while Kathy was around. It wasn't that I didn't like her; I did. It was that I didn't feel that I had that much to say around two such strong personalities.

We decided to have Kathy and her friend over on a Saturday night two weeks before Christmas. Alicia wanted roast, baked potatoes with all the fixings, asparagus with cheese sauce, and hot rolls. For dessert, she wanted a chocolate cake. We would have a nice red wine with dinner, and a special blend of coffee afterward. I was told to get a bottle of expensive Russian vodka and half a gallon of fresh orange juice: Screwdrivers were Kathy's drink.

I could tell that Alicia was looking forward to the party by the interest she took in everything. She insisted that we go shopping together. She lingered over the meat counter, choosing just the right cut. Then, she spent a good while in the coffee section, picking out beans, and grinding them special. It was a little strange, because she usually left such matters to me.

Kathy and her friend were due at seven that Saturday evening. Alicia wanted to have drinks and conversation before dinner. We got home with the groceries at about three. She immediately got out the vacuum cleaner and began cleaning.

"I'll be glad to do that, if you'll just let me get the groceries put away," I said.

"No, Phillip. I want you to concentrate on the dinner. I want everything to go well tonight."

I stopped putting groceries away, suddenly puzzled. "Why are you so, I don't know, nervous about tonight?" I asked.

"I'm not nervous," Alicia replied. "I just like Kathy and I want her to have a good time."

We had a little time, so I put the roast up to marinate, and began preparing the other food. I like cooking and I have a certain way of doing things. I set everything up so that dinner was mainly putting things together and cooking. Then, I helped Alicia with cleaning up.

"What are you going to wear?" she asked for the second time that day, the fourth time that week.

"I'm going to wear that nice plaid shirt and the khakis you got me," I explained patiently.

"Are you going to shower?" she asked.

"No, I'm going to subject them to my natural body odor. Of course I am!" I said, slightly exasperated. "Listen, we have plenty of time before I even have to put dinner on. Why don't I give you your body care now. It will help relax you."

"Okay," she said.

I stripped down to tee shirt and jockeys, and ran a tub for Alicia. Then I helped her get undressed. As always, I was a bit overwhelmed by her physical presence. Even with having gained a little weight, she looked magnificent. Her skin was as smooth as silk. There was a nice blush on her cheeks. She looked rested most of the time. I made sure that she was always well-groomed. I took care of her clothes and accessories, and made sure that her nails were almost always painted. I am proud to say that, under my care, Alicia blossomed. Offers for dates, mostly from other doctors who hadn't paid any attention before, began to come in. She refused them all.

"Mistress, I want to do your breast exam," I said, once she was naked. "Go sit on the bed."

I became very "officious," as she called it, when I was doing her breast exam. As a result, she followed my instructions without complaint. She sat on the side of the bed. 

"Let your arms hang naturally," I said. She did so, and I looked carefully at her nipples for symmetry, inversion, discharge or crusting. I also looked carefully at her skin for dimpling. Nothing unusual. Good. "Okay," I said, "Raise your arms, please." I repeated the observation. Everything looked fine. Alicia's right breast was slightly larger than her left, but this was normal.

"Now lie down," I said.

"Yes, Phillip," she said meekly, smiling up at me.

Alicia lay down. I had her bring her right arm up and put it behind her head. Then, using the pads of my fingers, I palpated her entire breast, quadrant by quadrant, including under her arm. I used gentle but firm pressure, checking for any masses or lumps. When I finished palpating, I squeezed her nipple gently, checking for a discharge. "Okay," I said, "now lift your left arm up." I repeated the process for her left breast. Everything felt fine.

She watched me closely while I examined her.

"Do you like doing all these things for me?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

I didn't look up. I was concentrating on the exam. "Because, Mistress, I love you, and your welfare and happiness are my main concerns."

She waited until I finished, pulled me to her and kissed me.

"When you examine my breasts so intently," she said, "it makes me wet. Here, feel." She took my hand and guided it to her pussy. She was creamy and hot inside.

"Take off your clothes," she said.

"But Mistress, your bath," I started to protest. But she shushed me.

I removed my tee shirt and underwear. I was already hard: her kiss had done that. I got into bed with her, and she was on me immediately. I surrendered myself to her hungry, demanding kisses. Her hands were all over me, stroking me, caressing me, kneading me. I kissed her back just as ardently, feeling drawn into her. Her hot lips and tongue played over my neck, down my chest, nipped at my paps, continued downward. I felt her warm breath at my belly, then she swallowed my cock into her mouth, and I was overcome by an avalanche of feeling.

"Oh, Mistress!" I gasped.

She sucked me hard, making quiet mewing noises as she did so. I raised my head and looked at her. All I could see was a mass of red hair bobbing up and down slowly. I touched her hair gently, wanting to feel the movement, and she groaned quietly. 

Alicia pushed my legs back, spreading them wide, and tongued my balls gently, taking first one, then the other, into her mouth. The sensation of my testicle cradled in her wet, warm mouth was enough to start me leaking pre-come. She let my ball go, and slowly, agonizingly, laved my cock from root to tip, before engulfing it again in her mouth. I groaned in ecstasy, very close to coming.

"Mistress, I am going to come soon if you keep doing that."

"I want you in my pussy," she said, taking her mouth off.

She let me go, then climbed up my body, straddling me. Reaching behind her, she guided me into her. We both sighed as I slipped in. She adjusted a little, and I was in up to the hilt. Alicia bent down and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue snaking down into my mouth.

"I love you, Phillip," she said breathlessly.

"I love you, too," I replied.

Alicia began rocking her hips back and forth, milking my cock. I held her hips and thrust into her, trying to meet her movements, grinding my pelvis against hers. Her breathing became ragged; she sobbed with pleasure, urging me on. "Yes, just like that! Oh, that feels so good!" she cried.

Her cries peaked, and she tensed, gave a short scream of pleasure, and collapsed over me. I came a second later, shooting my load deeply into her.

We lay for a few minutes, recovering. Finally, I said, "Mistress, if we're going to be ready for the party, we'd better get up."

Alicia looked down at me and whispered, "You're very special, did you know that? I've never known anybody like you. You take such good care of me. I don't know what I did before I had you. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Of course."

"Good," she said, climbing off me.

We spent the next hour doing her care. She got the works: hair, nails, legs and pits shaved, a trim of her pubic hair, everything. Then I packed her off into the bedroom to rest and dress. I quickly put the roast and potatoes into the oven, then jumped into the shower myself. It was a little past five, and time was growing short.

For the party, I wore my usual: sharply pressed khakis and a long-sleeved casual shirt, black socks and penny loafers. It was my "collegiate" look, and Alicia liked it, said it suited me. She came out of the bedroom a little after six dressed in a long jacquard dress in a rich burgundy and burnished gold print, black stockings and black lace up boots.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"I like that dress, Mistress. You look great. No jewelry?" I asked.

"I think not, tonight. Do you think I should wear something?" she asked.

"No, I think that it would take away a little from your skin and hair. Stay just as you are."

"How's everything going? Do you need help?"

"No, ma'am. The meat and potatoes are almost done. The cheese sauce is ready to be mixed, the asparagus is in the refrigerator waiting to be cooked, and the rolls are in a baking pan. All I've got to do is put everything together."

"What about the coffee?"

"Set up and ready to be perked."

"Have you picked out any music?" Alicia went over to the stereo and looked down at the stacks of records and CDs I had set out.

"I've set out a few things," I said. "Believe it or not, Kathy likes country music."

"Country music?" Alicia said incredulously. "How do you know that?"

"Because I heard her talking about it one night, and the radio at her nurse's station is always tuned to the country station. So, I went to the music store the other day and picked up a couple of CDs by artists that I know she likes."

Alicia came over to me. I was uncorking a bottle of red to let it breathe. I felt her grip my buttocks firmly. "You sure have done your homework. Do I have any reason to be jealous?"

I looked at her, smiling, pleased at her touch. "No Mistress. No reason at all. I simply know that you like Kathy. Hey, I like her too. I want the evening to go well. I want everyone to have a good time. By the way, what is Kathy's friend's name?" 

"I believe her name is Twyla," she said, pouring herself a glass of wine and going into the living room.

At seven o'clock, right on time, the door bell rang. I opened the door and welcomed Kathy and Twyla in.

"Merry Christmas!" Kathy exclaimed gaily, giving me a hug. "Phil, this is Twyla." She gestured to the quiet blonde girl, then swept past me into the living room, practically shouted her greeting to Alicia, and gave her a hug, too.

I held the door for Twyla, and she came in quietly, smiling and holding out her hand. I shook it and said, "Hi. My name's Phil. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Phil," Twyla said, a bit shyly.

At first impression, the two women couldn't have been more different. Kathy was wearing a mannish-looking gray plaid suit jacket, white cotton dress shirt, and suspendered, pleated pants, with black lace-up short boots. She had on a black beret and, while talking animatedly to Alicia, pulled out a long thin brown cigarette. Alicia didn't say a word, she just pulled an ashtray over to where Kathy could reach it.

Twyla, on the other hand, was wearing a short, dark-green evening dress with lacy sleeves and a deep, lacy décolletage'. I could barely make out the black bra she wore underneath. She was a petite young woman with dark blonde hair parted slightly to one side, and cut so that it came to a point just at the line of her chin. Her eyes were brown and looked slightly sad, even though her mouth was set in a smile.

Kathy was sitting on the couch, turned to Alicia, talking in her New York accent. Twyla sat down in one of the easy chairs. I sensed a slight tension between Kathy and Twyla. I walked into the middle of the room and asked, "What would everyone like to drink?"

"A screwdriver, make it strong," answered Kathy immediately.

"Do you have any wine?" asked Twyla.

I answered that we did. Then I turned to Alicia. "Would you like a refill?"

"Yes, thank you," Alicia said, handing me her glass.

I got everybody's drinks, including a glass of wine for myself, and put on one of the country CDs I had purchased. Kathy immediately turned around and said, "Hey! I like this song! Good choice of music, Phil."

"Thanks," I said. However, when I glanced over at Twyla, she seemed slightly annoyed.

While Kathy and Alicia were talking, and the music was playing, I asked Twyla if she would help me with something in the kitchen. She got up, carrying her drink. When we got into the kitchen, she downed her wine in one gulp, put the glass down, and asked, "Could I have a screwdriver?"

"Of course," I said, getting out the orange juice and ice. "So that's what you two have in common."

"What's that?" she asked.

"You both like screwdrivers."

"Oh. Well, whatever."

"I'm sorry," I said. "You don't seem to be having a very good time. Is the music wrong?"

"Well, it's not my favorite, if that's what you mean. But I can put up with it if Kathy likes it."

I handed her her drink. She took a long pull and said, "That's good. You make a good drink, Phil."

"Thank you. I try to please."

"Phil!" Kathy yelled from inside the living room. "Would you please bring me another drink?"

"Sure," I said through the door. I left to get Kathy's glass, and Twyla followed me. She sat back down in the chair. I noted that Kathy gave both the drink and the girl a somewhat disapproving look. She said nothing, though. I took Kathy's glass, raised my eyebrows at Alicia, who shook her head no, and headed back into the kitchen. I made Kathy's drink and came back into the living room. The country CD was still playing. Kathy was smoking, and starting to move a little to the music: the vodka was getting to her, I think.

Twyla took another long pull at her drink. It was almost empty. She started to hold it out for me to refill, then apparently thought better of it.

I decided to hurry dinner up a little. I excused myself, went into the kitchen, put on the asparagus, put the rolls in the oven, and made the cheese sauce. I quickly sliced the beef and slit the potatoes. By that time, the asparagus was done, and so were the rolls. Everything was ready, and everything smelled delicious, a fact that Kathy could be heard announcing from the living room. I took a deep breath, walked into the living room, and said, "Dinner's ready. Let's eat."



Alicia Ch. 09



Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Alicia looked at herself, critically, in the full length mirror. She was wearing a tight, black, lace and satin bustier, which left both breasts almost totally exposed, underwired to push them upward and together, to give her a spectacular cleavage. Narrow garters, both front and rear, stretched down her smooth thighs, from her tightly cinched waist, and clipped to the tops of her sheer, black stockings, framing the smooth, curved pad of her hairless pudenda.

She bent down and stepped into her lacy, black panties, and wriggled them up over her hips and buttocks. The sheer material clung like a second skin, cut high on the hip, with a plunging vee front, that just stopped short of exposing her sex. She slipped the matching five-inch stilettos onto her feet, then posed, legs slightly apart, hands on hips, in front of the mirror.

"Hmm, I certainly look a knockout, if perhaps a little too obvious," she thought, but Arnie had insisted on her wearing this outfit, which he'd bought her, especially for the occasion! She pulled on the long, black, matching lace gloves, that stretched almost to her armpits, and slipped on her jeweled Rolex watch, before checking the time.

Arnie had told her that their business discussions should be over by nine, and then she should come down to 'entertain' his visitors. It was five minutes to nine! She quickly touched up her crimson lipstick, added a touch more blusher, then hurried into the adjoining bathroom. She poured a glass of cold water, then swallowed the two pink tablets that Arnie had given her, and washed them down, with a couple of large gulps of the water. He had insisted that the tablets would help calm her natural nervousness. She certainly needed something to help calm her jitters!

-oOo-

As she elegantly descended the curved staircase, into the huge lounge, concentrating on placing one high-heeled foot in front of the other, without loosing her balance, the small group of so-called businessmen, all turned to stare at her, open-mouthed, and the hum of conversation died away.

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Ms. Alicia Rossetti!" Arnie announced, in a loud voice, leering over at her. "Ms. Rossetti is here to attend to your every need, and ensure that you all enjoy the rest of your evening to the full!"

He walked over and took hold of Alicia's hand, and drew her into the centre of the group of admiring men. "Remember what I told you!" he muttered, out of the side of his mouth.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she said, calmly, although her heart was pounding like a two-stroke motorbike engine. "I'm so glad to meet you all!" She forced a beaming smile, trying not to squirm beneath their wide-eyed scrutiny. She was acutely aware that, despite her nervousness, her already prominent nipples, were standing out, hard and proud.

-oOo-

"Can I freshen up your drink, Roger?" Alicia murmured, with a friendly smile. She had been formerly introduced to all seven men, by Arnie, and she was addressing Roger Keown, a good-looking, dark-haired, six-footer, who couldn't have been much more than thirty. He was easily the youngest man in the room. In other circumstances, she could've quite fancied him.

Roger fingered the tight collar of his white shirt, nervously.

"He looks uncomfortable in a jacket and tie," Alicia decided, as she watched him trying not to stare too blatantly, at her breasts.

"Um, ah, yes!" he replied, passing over his almost empty glass. "Thanks! It's Islay malt, neat!"

Her eyes twinkled, good-humouredly, as she moved over to the small bar, to top up his whisky glass.

As she was pouring the Scotch into his glass, an arm snaked about her slim waist. "How 'bout you and me slippin' upstairs for a few minutes, honey?" slurred a deep, slightly inebriated, masculine voice.

She spun around, in the man's arms, pressing back against the bar, and putting on a welcoming smile. "Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink, Tony?" she murmured, staring into the leering features of Tony Padovara, a dark-haired Londoner, of Sicilian descent.

His narrow lips twisted in a humorless grin, highlighting the old razor scar that ran down from the outside of his heavy-lidded, right eye, to the corner of his mouth. His hands came up, and cupped her naked breasts, his thumbs expertly flicking her nipples into full erection. "Not so drunk that I can't fuck a hot bitch like you!" he hissed.

Alicia felt a small thrill of fear run down her spine, but she managed to twist out of his oily grasp. "Maybe later," she gasped, "when the party has died down a little!" She turned away, and picked up the half-full glass of malt, preparing to return to Roger with it.

"Nobody turns their back on Tony Padovara!" snarled the furious, middle-aged gangster, as she took a step away from the bar, heading away from him. He reached out to grab at her, stumbling slightly, as he did so, and ending up clutching the back of her panties.

There was a loud ripping noise, and Alicia, who had momentarily been brought to an abrupt halt, staggered forward a couple of steps, minus her panties, spilling most of the scotch in the process.

"Har, har, har!" Tony guffawed. All eyes swiveled around at the sudden commotion, to see Tony triumphantly holding up the torn remains of Alicia's underwear, and the blushing girl trying to cover her naked crotch, with her free hand. "That should teach you not to give me the cold shoulder, you little slut!" he snarled.

Blinking away the tears, Alicia thrust the remains of the whisky into Roger's hand, with a mumbled apology, and tried to force her way through the throng of cheering, laughing men, hoping to escape to her room.

Suddenly, she was grabbed around the waist. "Not so fast, sweet-cheeks!" snarled Tony, in her ear. "I'm not finished with you, yet!"

"Please, let me go!" Alicia half-sobbed, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough already?"

"On your hands and knees, slut!" he snapped.

"W-What?" she gasped, wide-eyed.

"You heard me, bitch! Get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you, right here and now!"

"Noooh, please!" she half-choked. "Not here! Not in front of everyone!"

"On your knees, I said!" Tony eyes were now glittering, dangerously. He was barely in control of his emotions. "Do it!"

"Please?"

"DO IT!"

She sank down on her haunches, then leant forward on her hands and knees, silent tears streaming down her face. The crowd of laughing men moved back, giving them plenty of space, as Tony unfastened his trousers, and pushed them down about his knees, along with his silk boxer shorts.

Taking his semi-hard erection in his right hand, he quickly pumped it into full hardness. "I'm gonna give this slut the best fucking she's ever had!" he bragged, to the audience. "And I bet she's had a few good ones in her time?"

He positioned himself behind her upraised arse. "Spread 'em, bitch!" he commanded.

Obediently, the quietly sobbing girl opened her legs, and automatically assumed the position, head down, and bottom raised high into the air.

With a chuckle, Tony stepped forward between her thighs, and positioned the fat knob of his circumcised cock against the entrance to her sex. "Watch carefully you guys," he declared, "you might learn something?" With that, he rammed his hips forward, entering her in a single, vicious thrust.

"Yeeeooww!" The pain of the sudden intrusion, before her cunt had had time to adapt to him, was terrific, and Alicia tried to scoot forward on her hands and knees, to escape him, but his hands clutched her hips.

"Oh nooo you don't!" he exclaimed, pulling her back hard onto his massive shaft, with a confident leer.

"Aaaaaaagh!"

He ignored the girl's gasp of pain, and began to plunge in and out of her still dry vagina, slapping his testicles against the back of her thighs, as the hooker whimpered with each successive penetration.

Soon her pussy began to lubricate itself, and the pain eased, to be superseded by wave after wave of intense pleasure. Alicia's eyes were squeezed tight shut, her audience temporarily forgotten, as she concentrated on the delicious, tactile sensations. She clamped her powerful vaginal muscles tightly about his plunging shaft, determined to maximize her pleasure, and consequently doing wonders for her partner's own experience.

"Jesus, you're a hot bitch!" Tony gasped, feeling his climax rapidly approaching. He pumped into her with renewed enthusiasm, grunting with each powerful thrust.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... Oh Jesus Christ!" He stiffened, as he cock began to spurt his thick, white cum into her throbbing snatch, and the girl gasped with pleasure, squirming her firm bottom back against his crotch, to meet each fresh thrust.

When she had milked the last drop of spunk from his throbbing organ, he withdrew its softening length, panting, heavily, from his exertions. "Best fuck I've had in weeks!" he declared to the others, with a smug smile. "Who's next?"

"Oh nooh, not again!" Alicia preyed, resting her damp forehead against the fitted carpet, between her forearms, and panting, softly.

Tony was quickly replaced by Dean Fagin, a thirty-five year old redhead, of Irish extraction, who was justifiably proud of his magnificent eight-inch penis. Dean would never have treated a woman as roughly as Tony, ensuring she was well lubricated, before penetrating her fully. He didn't need to bring himself to full erection, he had developed an almost painful hard-on, whilst watching Tony fucking her! Also, the girl's pussy was already sopping wet, from a combination of Tony's spunk, and her own womanly secretions!

He hastily pushed his trousers and underpants down about his knees, and taking his cock in his left hand, he eased back the foreskin, and slipped the head between her dark, swollen, nether lips. It slid in with minimal resistance, and he thrust forward, until his massive shaft was fully embedded inside her.

"Aaaaahh!" The girl gave an initial gasp, then raised her buttocks to maximum height, and began to grind her ass back against his aching balls. "Oh, yes, yes, yesss!" she hissed, tossing her head from side to side, eyes tight shut, as he began to move in and out of her muscular sheath. "Fuck meee!"

Once more, Alicia could feel the pressure building in the depths of her belly, as her orgasm approached. She straightened her arms and arched her back, as she ground her pubes back onto the thrusting shaft, her hanging breasts jiggling, the nipples painfully hard and erect.

She was open-mouthed, panting heavily now, as Dean plunged into her. Suddenly, her eyes sprang open in surprise, as something warm brushed her lips.

"Mmmmnngh!" Her exclamation of surprise, was half-stifled, as the cock was forced past her teeth, and deep into her throat. She glanced upward, and saw the face of Roger Keown, teeth gritted, as he rammed his erection deep into her throat. She gagged, and blew him out gasping for air, then licked his purple glans, before taking him in once again. His hips moved back and forth, as he attempted to match his thrusts to those of Dean, and Alicia found herself being forced onto Roger's cock, by each powerful thrust into her pussy.

Suddenly, Dean's rhythm was disrupted, as he shot his load of hot cum into her contracting sex, with a groan of satisfaction. Seconds later, Roger spurted into her throat, and she was forced to swallow his hot semen, as he held her face against his crotch. Finally, they both pulled out of her, and she was left with cum dribbling out of both ends of her anatomy.

Gasping for breath, she sank down to the carpet, disappointed that she had still not been allowed to attain her own orgasm. She was no longer bothered about her humiliation. All she could think of, was cumming herself! She slipped a hand between her thighs, and squeezed and pulled her swollen, throbbing clitoris. "Oh, yesss, yesss!" she panted, as she felt herself approaching the brink.

"Aaaaauugghh! Oooooh!" Suddenly, she slipped over the edge, and her hips started to buck and writhe, and her pussy spasmed, uncontrollably, as she continued to torment her clit. She supported her upper body on her damp forehead and gripped her tits in both hands, flicking and pulling at the hard, but elastic erectile flesh. "Mmmmgh, aaaggh, oh Jesus!" she gasped, as she came, again, and again, and again.

-oOo-

That night, Alicia cried herself to sleep.

As she lay in bed, aching all over, her humiliation finally came home to roost. She had allowed herself to be shagged by all nine of Arnie's drug pushing associates, and had even ended up on a high, enjoying every minute of it!

Her thoughts turned to Mike. "How can I ever look him in the face again?" she wondered. "Assuming that I ever see him again, that is?" She burst into a fresh round of sobbing. Her heart ached. No sooner had she found the first man she'd ever really cared for, than they'd been torn apart!

She curled up into a tight defensive ball, and gently sobbed herself to sleep. 



Alicia Ch. 09



The four of us ate by candlelight and the light from the small Christmas tree. Alicia had told me to use the good china and silverware, and our best wine glasses. Kathy was effusive in her praise when she saw our table.

"It's beautiful!" she gushed to Alicia. "Everything is gorgeous."

"Thanks," Alicia said, "but Phillip did it all."

"Well, Phillip, I am impressed," she said.

"Thank you, Kathy. I just wanted everything to be nice." I could tell the vodka was having its effect on Kathy, but I still appreciated the compliment. I pulled out Alicia's chair for her to sit. Kathy noticed that, as well.

"A real gentleman, too! Alicia, can I borrow him for a couple of days?"

Alicia smiled and patted my butt. "Sure," she said, "just as long as your bring him back in one piece."

Kathy laughed and said, "I promise nothing."

I brought out another bottle of red wine that I had been letting breathe, and poured all around. Twyla held hers out eagerly, and gave me a little smile as I filled her glass. She drank and said, "Mm, this is good, Phillip." She took another drink, nearly draining her glass. Kathy cut her eyes over to Twyla, but said nothing.

We had a little toast, "To friendship," and I served the food. Both Alicia and Kathy took generous helpings of everything, something that pleased me. Twyla took only a small piece of the beef, a couple of stalks of the asparagus (no sauce), and the smallest potato (sour cream only). I enjoy my own cooking, and would have eaten more, except that I didn't want to get too full. Alicia might want sex that night, and I would need to be able to perform.

The vodka and the wine made things go a little easier. I could tell why Alicia liked Kathy: she made her laugh. Kathy could tell a joke with the best of them. Pretty soon, she had everyone, even the sulky Twyla, laughing.

"So," Twyla said to me while Kathy told Alicia another joke, "how did you and Alicia meet?"

"We both work at the hospital," I explained. "I'm a respiratory therapist and she's a..."

"A doctor. Yeah, I know," Twyla said. "Kathy talks about her all the time. She seems to think that Alicia is one of the best doctors she's ever worked with."

"Alicia is one of the best doctors I've ever worked with," I said. "How about you? How did you meet Kathy? I mean, you seem so different."

Twyla held out her wine glass to be refilled. I poured, she drank. Then she said, "Kathy is smart, and sexy and attractive. I work at a clothing store she shops. I let her know I was interested, and she asked me out." Twyla drank the rest of her wine.

"Twyla dear," Kathy said, turning to her, "don't you think you've had enough to drink?"

Twyla immediately turned sulky and defiant. She mumbled, "No, not really." But I noticed that she put the wine glass down and took a small bite of her beef.

"So, what's next for you two?" Kathy said.

"What do you mean?" Alicia asked.

"I mean, what's next? Engagement, or marriage, or what?"

Alicia appeared flustered. I said quickly, "Well, we haven't decided anything about that, yet. We're just taking it day by day."

Kathy drained her wine glass. "Day by day? You're putting me on. Hell, you two live together. That's pretty serious, if you ask me."

"Well, we are serious about each other," I said truthfully to Kathy.

Kathy turned to Alicia and said, "If I was you, Doc, I'd marry this guy in a minute. I mean, he cooks, cleans, sets a beautiful table. I bet he even gives massages."

Alicia smiled and said, "Oh, he gives more than that, much more."

Kathy laughed heartily. She said, "Are you trying to tell me that he's good in bed as well?"

Alicia, so help me, blushed prettily. Kathy laughed again. Twyla looked annoyed.

"Does anyone want dessert?" I asked."

Alicia said, "Why don't we wait a few minutes, then have it with coffee in the living room?"

We adjourned to the living room. Kathy said, "Phillip, darling, would you be a dear and get me another screwdriver?"

I made Kathy another drink, and put the coffee on. Then I put on some music, rock music this time, after asking Twyla her preference. I dimmed the lights, and sat down on the love seat with Alicia. Kathy and Twyla sat on the couch, close together. Twyla seemed to have relaxed a little, and she leaned into Kathy while we all sat and talked. Mostly we talked about the hospital, but we talked about other things as well. Alicia played with my hair. The evening had, so far, been a success.

After a while, I roused myself and asked, "Does anyone want coffee and cake?"

Kathy refused. She seemed mellowly drunk by now, and her eyes were drooping. Twyla said, "I'll take a small piece of the cake, and some coffee." Alicia also said that she would have some.

I got up to go to the kitchen. Twyla got up and said, "I'll help you, Phil."

She followed me in, helped me cut the cake and pour coffee. 

"I really like Kathy," I said. "She must be a hoot to be around."

Twyla moved close to me. I could smell her perfume, and, for the first time, I noticed cleavage in the déccolletage'. "She is," she said quietly, "but she's very bossy and insecure sometimes. Can I tell you something, Phil?"

"Sure," I said, suddenly not so sure.

"Kathy's hinted around about, well, kinky stuff. Like maybe bringing in a man, or another girl. I'm not really comfortable with it."

"Oh," I said. "I'm not sure that I should be hearing this, Twyla."

"I know. I don't know if I should even be telling it, but you seem like a nice guy. I feel like I could probably trust you." She moved even closer and started to embrace me. I gently but firmly took her arms down, and stepped back.

"Twyla," I said, "if you're having a problem with Kathy, you should be discussing it with her, not me. I think you're very nice, but we've only just met. I mean, we hardly know each other."

"We could remedy that," she whispered, stepping closer.

"No, we can't," I said. "Now, let's get this food served."

"Funny, I do this all the time at Kathy's house, too," Twyla said.

I paused. "You do?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "I'm practically her servant. I do everything for her: clean her house, wash her clothes, cook for her. And now she wants to do some kinky stuff during our lovemaking."

"Well, don't do anything you don't want to do," I said. "I mean, really want to do."

"Hey, are you two ever coming out of the kitchen?"

Kathy said.

Twyla and I came out, served the dessert and coffee. I put on one more CD, some mellow rock that I knew Alicia liked. I sat back down beside her on the love seat. Leaning up, I whispered into her ear, "I love you, Mistress." She squeezed my hand.

"Oh, you two look so good together!" Kathy said. She turned to Twyla and said, "Don't you think so, honey?"

"Don't call me honey, " Twyla said, and abruptly got up off the couch. She walked down the hall to the bathroom. Kathy looked at us, rolled her eyes, and got up, slightly unsteadily, to follow. We heard the door to the bathroom open and close. A moment later, there was deafening silence. 

I took Alicia's hand in mine, kissed it, and said, "When they go, I have a confession to make."

Alicia looked at me. "Okay," was all she said.

Kathy and Twyla came out of the bathroom. They seemed slightly tense, but they were both smiling. Kathy said, "Well, it's been great, folks, but we have to get home."

Twyla smiled and said, "Yeah, I had a really good time." She shook our hands. It seemed that she held mine a fraction longer than she had to, but I couldn't be sure. Kathy was digging in her purse. She pulled out her car keys and handed them to Twyla. Twyla took them and gave me a "See what I mean?" look, which Alicia caught.

Kathy was a bit drunk, and when she hugged me goodnight, her hand briefly (very briefly, as Alicia was close) squeezed my butt. 

"I'll walk with you to your car," I said, getting my coat.

"See what I mean? A real gentleman," Kathy said.

I turned to Alicia and said, "I'll be right back." She nodded. We went outside and I practically poured Kathy into the car. 

I got Kathy buckled in, and was starting to turn away, when she pulled me to her and said, "Phillip, if you weren't with Alicia, I'd go after you myself." Then she laughed.

Twyla said, "Oh, for heaven's sake!"

I closed the door, and they drove off. I let out a huge sigh of relief. It had been fun, but not exactly comfortable.

When I got back inside, Alicia was clearing away the dinner and dessert dishes. I immediately went over and said, "Mistress, please let me do this."

"You can certainly help," she said, handing me a stack of plates. We worked together, loading the dishwasher, putting away the leftover food, wiping down the counter.

"Was the food all right?" I asked.

"Yes, the food was excellent."

"Did you have a good time?" I asked. For some reason, I was anxious, and I realized that it was because I had felt a little attracted to Twyla, and now felt guilty about it. I was in waiting mode, waiting to see if Alicia would bring it up.

She did. "So, what did you think of Twyla?" she asked.

"Oh, Twyla's all right," I said. "She's kind of young, don't you think?"

"I suppose. Do they seem happy to you?"

I sighed and said, "To be honest Mistress, not really. Twyla told me that she does everything in the house for Kathy."

"Like you do for me."

"Well, in a way. Except that I do all this because I want to. I love taking care of you. I don't think that Twyla loves doing that stuff for Kathy."

Alicia hung the dishrag she had been using to wipe down the counter over the edge of the sink and asked, "What is the confession you have for me?"

I was suddenly scared, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Can I tell you when we're in bed together?" I asked meekly.

She looked at me and said, "If you want to."