0 comments/ 156736 views/ 16 favorites An Arrangement Ch. 01 By: bullballs_1 Mandy had lived alone for more years than she cared to think about. Her husband had died after many years in a happy marriage. She was lonely, but over time, had become more than independent and was very happy living on her large property. She had more than enough to do taking care of the ranch and the family business. Both of these took up more time than there was in the week. But over time, friends and family had tried to get her to take in a boarder or in another sense, a roommate. She adamantly told them that she was more than content being alone and didn’t need another person to mess up her daily routine. The more she thought about it, the more she thought of reasons that their idea might not be so bad. She wasn’t exactly lonely, but it would be nice to have someone around the house, someone to talk to, someone there when she came home. And there was always the idea of security. Having a man around the house might be a good idea in this crime ridden day and age. And her house was very large, giving her plenty of room to keep her privacy. Being a large two-story house, she could easily keep her large master bedroom and bath, allowing another person the privacy of the large bedroom downstairs. This way, the boarder could easily have their privacy, their own bathroom, and access to the kitchen at any time they chose. Maybe it was time to think seriously about the idea. Mandy was only 42 years old but could easily pass for around 30. She was small at 5’3 and very petite. But though petite, her legs appeared long even at her short height. She had always been very active, maintaining the same weight, as she was when she left college. She had married her high school sweetheart right after college graduation and they built their life together. Even now her short dark auburn hair still showed no signs of graying, even with her hectic busy life. At 42 years old, her body could easily fill a section of any men’s magazine. She was what some would call a ‘hottie’. Even with a ‘hot’ body, she hadn’t noticed it, staying somewhat secluded after her husband died. All of her friends had tried to get her back into dating, but she had no need, nor the desire to play all of those games again. Her life was set and she was happy. She thought about her friends’ suggestion, but it wasn’t something pressing. She’d get around to it, sooner or later. Sooner came quicker than she had thought. One of her close friends in town told her that she had the perfect person in mind. The friend knew of a man, around her age, that was looking for a place and was somewhat new in the area. She went on to say that he was a former police officer and was more than nice. With a devilish smile, she added that he was also very handsome. Mandy didn’t care about the handsome part, she wasn’t in need of this asset, but the idea of a police officer intrigued her. At the very least, he would probably be a safe bet. Not someone that she would have to worry about. They talked some more about it and Mandy agreed to meet the man. About a week later, Mandy met with Ken, arranged by her close friend. They met at a local restaurant and after a couple of drinks; they were all laughing and talking like they had been close friends for years. Mandy had to admit, that he was handsome. He was in his early 40’s, average build around 6 ft. He was dark haired with a touch of gray in the temples. He had what she thought were the softest dark brown eyes that she had ever seen. She couldn’t help but notice that he was darkly tanned. There was a touch of a stomach but he was very nice looking. In the tight jeans, she could see that he had long and very lean legs. He was so friendly that Mandy felt like she had known him for years. It felt so normal being around him. After several drinks, Mandy asked him to come over to the house to see if he wanted to rent the downstairs room. Several days later he did come over and almost immediately agreed to rent the room. Both of them were happy at the arrangement and he started moving in that very afternoon. Almost immediately, Mandy’s friends started kidding her about the arrangement. Mandy blushed at almost every suggestion her friends made, telling them that he was a renter, not her sex slave. They all had fun at the jokes, but Mandy knew that she wasn’t even looking let alone ready for the pitfalls of a relationship. Yes, he was handsome but that wasn’t what she was looking for. She enjoyed the occasional company when he was there but didn’t need him around to enjoy her full daily routine. And Mandy was more than attractive, having what her friends called her ‘college legs’. Her legs were fabulous, looking the same as they had, back when she was in college. Her friends even kidded her about being a beauty contest winner, still having those same looks. Besides, she was more than aware that he was dating. He and Mandy would sit around in the evening, discussing the local dating scene. She even knew the girl that Ken had gone out with a couple of times. Neither of them was serious about anyone in particular. Time passed quickly with both of them living their day-to-day lives. Mandy was caught up in the daily work of taking care of the ranch and Ken had gone to work a few months before with the county Sheriff’s Office. They still saw each other daily, but didn’t have the same free time that they had enjoyed before. Mandy had come to find him more than attractive and found herself daydreaming about him. Over a short period of time, she actually began to think about the obvious sexual possibilities, blushing at the very thought of what her body was telling her. What she didn’t know was that he too was having those same thoughts, but without the blushing. He was more than aware of her in a sexual light. He couldn’t help it. On several occasions he had come home while she was in the garden working. On those occasions, it had been the typical hot summer weather and she was wearing next to nothing. Well, not exactly next to nothing, but clothes that accentuated her shapely figure. Her legs were fabulous and tan, easily seen through the short shorts. Her backless top more than showed off her ample breasts and smooth skinned shoulders. Seeing her bent over, working in the garden had made him quickly hard, more than one time. She had not failed to notice his bulging jeans. Seeing him get out of the car made her more than a little aroused, seeing the bulge growing in his jeans. He was more than obvious, even if he didn’t know it. He must be huge, judging by the size of the swell in the front of his pants. She more than enjoyed the effect she had on him, watching as he quickly made his way into the house. And on the few occasions that he did stop to talk to her, she made it clear that she was looking at that bulge, causing him to become harder and more embarrassed. It made her feel so sexy that she started wearing shorts that were way too short for what she was doing, and her skimpiest bikini top. This particular bikini top was the one that she had stopped wearing, years before. She had considered it to be too skimpy. As Ken took in the sight, she told him that she was working on her tan. He noticed. But Ken was also into teasing her. On several occasions, Mandy returned home to find Ken working on his tan. Being out in the country, it wasn’t hard to get a good tan, with no one around for miles. Mandy had returned one day, earlier than she had intended. As she pulled up at the house, she could see Ken in a chaise lounge at the side of the house. Even from the distance, she could see that he was wearing next to nothing, enjoying the warm sun on his body. As she quietly walked up to him, she could see a huge bulge under a very very small swimsuit. It was more like a man’s bikini thong rather than a swimsuit. He seemed to be asleep. She stood for a moment looking at the huge rise in the skimpy fabric. There was enough there that the swimsuit did very little to hide the flesh underneath it. She could feel herself becoming wet, just standing and staring. He didn’t move as she slowly walked up. Within a few feet of him she could see that he was huge, and he wasn’t even hard. From where she stood, she could actually make out the difference between the long shaft and the head of his cock. Under that, he sported a huge set of balls. He was facing away from her, his body in line with the sunlight. She got several feel from him when he suddenly jumped, turning around and seeing her. “You’re home early!” he said, jumping up form the chaise lounge. He was covered in suntan oil, a slight sheen over his body. He almost seemed breathless as he stammered and stuttered, quickly putting on a pair of shorts to cover his swimsuit. But Mandy just stood and watched behind her sunglasses, the hugeness between his legs. As he stood and quickly put his shorts on, she could easily see that his cock was long and very thick. It actually pushed outward on the sheer fabric of his swimsuit, and it wasn’t even hard. She was more than enjoying the show, not sure if it was in his embarrassment or of what she had actually seen. She had seen enough to know that he was more than well endowed, even as he quickly tried to hide it under his shorts. After what had happened that afternoon, she decided to turn the heat up a notch or two, so to speak. After so many years, it felt good to noticed by a man. Knowing that he’d be coming home around 1:30 in the afternoon, she arranged to be doing her own sun tanning at that time. Almost in the same spot as he had been, she was stretched out on the same chaise lounge. She was already tan, and from previous conversations, she knew that he couldn’t resist a dark tan. She was wearing a string bikini with the top done loosely, allowing her ample breasts to push outward in loose fashion. The bikini top barely covered her large nipples and as aroused as she was, they were sticking out and very hard. As she heard his truck approaching, she took up a position with one long leg stretched outward, the other one pulled up casually with her knee up. She rested back in the chaise lounge, her arms relaxed over her head. Stretched out on the lounge, she pretended to be asleep as he walked up. She could hear his footsteps as he approached, then the silence as he stopped several feet from her. She didn’t move but just waited. He stood there, obviously taking in her sight, for what seemed like forever. Knowing that he was watching her, she faked a yawn and acted as if she were waking up. Looking over toward him, she acted surprised and sat up in the lounge. “My, I must have fallen asleep, what time is it?” she asked innocently. She made no move to cover herself. He almost stuttered when he replied that it was almost two pm. She was wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes. It was easy to see that he was getting hard, his cock pushing out hard against his jeans. He was huge. Immediately he was embarrassed and started to make his way to the house. “Hey, I could really use some help with this lotion, on my back, if you want.” she called to him. He excused himself, saying that he’d be right back. After about 5 minutes, he did return. As he stood behind her, she sat up and removed the bikini top, careful that she appeared to be modest. Holding the bikini strings under her arms, she kept the front of the bikini covering her. He began putting the suntan lotion on her back but seemed to have a hard time carrying on a conversation. She laughed to herself when he said he had work to do and rushed off. All of this kept up for the first month or so that he lived there. The situation was becoming more sexually charged, but neither of them ever took the first step toward doing anything physical. It was obvious that each of them was dying to know more about the other one, physically. Finally, on one night when Mandy was out with her friends, Ken had plans to go out with some of his friends. Mandy returned home around 11:30pm and found the house quiet. She was tired and lay down on the couch with the television on. Wearing only panties and a t-shirt, she had put a robe on and sat back to enjoy a late night talk show. It wasn’t long before she heard Ken’s 4x4 pull into the driveway. When she heard the tires skid through the gravel drive, she got up to see if everything was ok. Standing on the porch it was obvious that Ken had been drinking. He got out of the truck and almost fell against the hood. She went out to him and helped him get into the house. At least he was a funny drunk, laughing and telling her over and over that he had one too many, one too many. She helped him into his bedroom, lucky that it was on the first floor. He plopped down on the bed, laughing about some unknown joke going through his mind. She sat down beside him, asking if he was ok. He kept laughing, telling her that he was just fine and had one too many. Suddenly he looked down and slowly announced, “Wow, you have fabulous legs!” Looking down she saw that her robe was open, exposing her legs up to her thighs. Feeling a little bit embarrassed, she started to close her robe, but then realized she felt a little bit more than aroused by his noticing. She sat back, putting her legs out straight and asked, “Do you like them?” “Oh yea, a lot, they’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, still staring at her tan legs. Feeling slightly more aroused and becoming more than aware of a heat building between her thighs, she slowly pulled her robe open exposing her legs all the way up to her panties. The white cotton panties were in contrast with the dark tan of her thighs. She was a little embarrassed but the arousal level egged her on. “What do you think? Not bad for an older woman,” she laughed. He continued staring at her legs, putting his hand on her thigh. Her entire body tingled from the touch. “Oh yea, these are beautiful legs.” She was almost holding her breath as his hand slowly inched up her thigh toward her panties. She could feel herself getting wetter and even wondered if it was showing on the thin cotton panties. It felt so good. He sat staring at her legs as she held them out straight. She couldn’t help but notice that he was slightly swaying as he sat there. She was just enjoying the warm feeling that was beginning to grow outward from her pussy. The more he stared, the bolder she felt. Slightly spreading them, she tightened her legs, making her thigh muscles stand out. “I try to keep them in good shape.” Suddenly he stood up, swaying. He lurched toward the bathroom door, walking unsteadily. She quickly asked, “Are you going to be sick?” Laughing, he looked back at her, “Nope, just going to change.” She could hear him banging around in the closed bathroom, wondering exactly what he was doing. After several minutes he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a short kimono type of bathrobe. He staggered toward the bed where she was still sitting. “Are you ok?” she asked him. “Sure, I’m fine. I think,” he quietly answered. With that, he fell face forward onto the bed. He lay sprawled out on the bed, on his stomach. She just watched for a moment, making sure that he was ok. Once she heard his deep breathing, she knew that he was ok, but sound asleep. She couldn’t believe it. Things were beginning to get heated up and now he passes out. “Damn, just my luck,” she said out loud. She couldn’t help but notice that the wetness between her legs had spread outward and more than obvious on her engorged pussy lips. Just the mere exposure that she had showed him had more than brought up her level of arousal. And now he was sound asleep. “Damn!” she said out loud. She stood up and checked him once more, sure that he was doing ok. Out like a light. As she stood there, she couldn’t help but notice his long and tan legs. They were very nice legs. His kimono was short, very short. He was lying on his stomach, his right leg stretched straight out and his left leg bent outward at the knee. Stepping back away from the bed, she could actually see under his kimono if she bent down a little. She bent over and took a quick look toward his face. He was obviously sound asleep. Smiling, she peeked under the short kimono. She could actually see the bottom of his huge sack of balls. They were huge, bigger than she ever imagined. She had seen the huge bulge in his swimsuit, but now she could see the real thing. She laughed out loud, feeling like a 16-year-old schoolgirl, sneaking a peek into the boys’ locker room. But she couldn’t bring herself to look away either. She continued to look, stepping closer to get a better look. “Wow,” he was huge she thought. Upon looking closer, she could see a small amount of his cock sticking out from under his body, where his thigh met with his torso. Somewhat hidden under the kimono, she could see that he appeared to be uncircumcised, the large head tucked up in the thick foreskin. She quickly glanced up toward his face and checked to make sure he was still sleeping. His deep long breaths told her that he was in deep sleep. Slowly, she reached out and took the kimono, gently pulling it up over his butt. Now, fully open to her view, she visually examined all the fleshy parts that had teased her under his swimsuit. His balls were huge, big enough that even lying on his stomach, they pressed outward between his legs. They appeared to be more than full, each one bloated and resting inside the huge sack. His cock was soft but still sticking out to be more than available to her. Pulling his kimono up to his lower back and out of the way, she sat down on the bed for a closer examination. She checked him one more time and was sure that he was fast asleep. Watching him closely, she reached out and touched his foreskin shrouded cock. With just a fingernail, she teased the tip of the head exposed under the foreskin. It immediately responded, growing slightly and pushing out from the foreskin. “Ummm, now that is nice,” she said out loud. Teasing it some more, it quickly grew outward, away from the hiding place of his body. She used her fingernail to scratch the sensitive underside of the head, watching in fascination, as it quickly grew thicker. Occasionally glancing back at his face, she knew that he was sleeping. “Why not? He’s been teasing me. And besides, he was the one that went into the bathroom and took off all of his clothes.” She continued watching as the tip of her long fingernail danced all around the sensitive head. Within several minutes, there was a single clear drop of liquid that appeared at the mouth of his cock. She watched closer as her fingertip smeared the sticky fluid all over his cock head. He continued sleeping, but moaned once. She felt like moaning as the feeling deep in her lower abdomen seem to spread out to her belly and upper thighs. Almost like tightness in her lower abdomen. She was now more than wet, her own fluids appearing on her pussy lips in a large glistening spread. “Ummm, you are so much fun!” she said to the sleeping figure. Standing up, she boldly took off her robe, tossing it to a nearby chair. Breathlessly watching him, she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her tan hips. Dropping them to the floor, she kicked them over to the chair holding her robe. Her whole body felt like it was tingling, her pussy actually starting to throb. Even though he was sound asleep, she was still more than highly aroused. Standing partially nude next to him, she quickly peeled off her t-shirt and tossed it to the chair. She figured that all of her clothes were nearby, in the same spot, just in case she had to beat a hasty retreat. She slowly walked back to the bed and sat down. Peering down between his legs, she marveled at how smooth the skin of his sack was. She could actually make out the shape of each ball. They were huge and oval, each one being about the size of a small avocado. And she loved avocados. His cock was still exposed but had softened somewhat. She smiled and reached out, using her fingernail again to quickly bring his cock back to the hardness that it had been. Even lying on his stomach, there was enough of his cock exposed that she could get her fingers around the head and foreskin. Holding her breath, she snaked her fingers under the cock, pressed into the bedding. She slowly wrapped her fingers around the fleshy protrusion and closed her grasp around it. Amazed, she could actually feel his heart beat through the hardening shaft. The foreskin had pushed back as the head became fully exposed. What had been just a drop of clear pre-cum was now turning into a steady flow of fluid. Even in sleep he was more than ready to play or be played with. An Arrangement Ch. 01 She gradually increased her grip on his cock till she was holding it firmly. Within a few more moments, he was rock hard and sticking out from under his body well enough that she could use her entire hand. Due to his body position, his balls were somewhat in the way. She began to slowly rub the hard thing, her hand softly bumping against the soft sack. She was more than into what she was doing when she heard him moan. Stopping completely, she watched his face for any sign that he was waking up. She was already more than surprised that she could get away with so much and he was still asleep. She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand. Even with his cock under him, and her hand working between his thighs, she was shocked at the length that was exposed to her. She couldn’t begin to imagine what size he would be if he were laying on his back, fully erect and upright. After several minutes of gently rubbing his fleshy cock, both her hand and his cock was covered in pre-cum. There was so much that the sheets below his body were actually soaking it up in large stains. By now he was beginning to moan out loud and his breathing was coming in short pants. She had no doubt that he was fast asleep, at least all of him but his genitals. They were responding nicely to her manipulations. She wanted to continue and finish what she had started, but first things first. She gently released her grip on his cock, watching the foreskin slide back over the velvety wet head. She rolled over onto her knees and spread her legs wide. Being this close to him, she was afforded a front row seat to all that he had to offer and she could continue the remainder of the show by her own hand. She was more than wet, feeling her own fluid running down her inner thigh. It didn’t take much as her right hand moved up to her mound and gently began to rub it in small circles. Her left hand moved between her legs and gathered up some of the excess liquid on her smooth skin. That hand put it to good use as it moved in between the overly sensitive pussy lips, parting them and gently pushing inside of her. She almost cum as her first finger easily penetrated her tightness. As her right hand continued to rub circles around her hardening clit, she could feel her pussy starting to tighten around her finger. She knew that she’d be fast, having no desire to hold it back. As her head lolled back, her right hand was moving fast now, actually rubbing the hard clit back and forth roughly. Her left hand had inserted a second finger into the wet entrance and was working fast, knowing that her orgasm was almost there. A warm thick feeling began to surge through her, starting in her pussy and pushing outward into her stomach and thighs. Shaking, her hands continued to work feverishly as her entire body tightened and her orgasm moved through her, her body quivering. She continued fast till she couldn’t stand it any more, sensitivity claiming her tender clit. She slowed down her rubbing till the last of her orgasm was completely gone, her whole body spent and shaking. It took several minutes till her body recovered enough for her to begin again on Ken. She laughed to herself, thinking that she could not leave him ‘hanging’ like that. It would be mean and cruel to tease him like she had and not finish him. She laughed out loud, knowing that he was totally unaware of what her hands were doing to him. Relaxing her body, she bent over him and again cupped her hand under the soft cock. Closing her hand around the thick toy she squeezed it several times, feeling the blood flooding back into it. Within a minute, he was rock hard, pre-cum oozing profusely from the mouth. She knew that he was ready. In a mock ‘little girl voice’ she asked him, “Would you like me to help you out? Can I be of any assistance?” she laughed. Now her left hand was squeezing the rock hard cock. Again she was amazed that he was so big. She had never seen a cock so thick, let alone held it in her hand. And this one was flowing pre-cum and wanting to be relieved. Still squeezing it, she reached out with her other hand and patted the head gently, saying “That’s ok baby, I’m going to help you with this swelling. I know how to make it go down.” She then began to rub it, pulling the foreskin down to his pubic bone, then back up and over the thick head. Within seconds her hand was again covered with his pre-cum. He was beginning to pant and his hips were beginning to push in and pull back. Mandy wondered what he was dreaming about, or if he was even aware that he was being jacked off. Being drunk and asleep, his body was not responding like it would have, if he had been awake. Mandy had been jerking his cock for several minutes and she had more than a huge amount of pre-cum. As she continued her labor on him, she kept watching his balls bounce between his thighs. His sack was enormous and the skin was so smooth. Like his cock, she had never seen anything so huge on a male in her life. She was anxious to see just how much would come out of him when he did cum. Her left hand was pumping his cock hard now, squeezing it, tightly jerking the foreskin up over the head. All of this action didn’t seem to faze him in the least. He was still passed out. She watched her hand moving rhythmically and fast. She reached out her other hand and tried to cup it around his ball sack. Not surprised, she found that it didn’t fit around him. She tried several times to get a good grip on him but could not. After several attempts to find a good spot to work him, she finally settled for one ball. She cupped his left ball in her hand and began to squeeze. Immediately, his hips rose up and a long moan escaped him. “Wow, that seemed to have an affect on you. Did you like that baby?” She squeezed the huge ball again, getting the same reaction. He jerked hard and moaned. After the second squeeze, his legs actually opened wider, as if giving her more room to work the bloated ball. “Ummm, I think you liked that!” Seeing that her manipulation of his ball had such a big affect on him, she went to work on the one ball, squeezing it hard and releasing it, squeezing it again over and over. Her left hand was pumping his cock hard while her right hand rhythmically worked the overfilled ball. Suddenly his butt rose up from the bed, a long moan coming from him. She could feel his cock spasm hard. Her right hand gripped the tender ball milking it hard. She jerked his cock as hard as she could, fearing that she would tear the thick foreskin. It didn’t seem to hurt him as he gasped out loud. It was so loud that Mandy feared that he had woken up. Suddenly a long thick spurt of cream shot out of his cock. His body pushed into the bedding as if he were fucking and trying to bury his seed deep in an imaginary womb. Mandy kept jerking it hard, her other hand torturing the spasming ball as huge spurts of warm cream shot out of him, over and over. For what seemed like several minutes, he continued to spurt, his cock spasming and twitching, covering the sheets in the gooey mess. By the time his body went limp, there was white milky fluid everywhere. As Mandy slowed her manipulations on him, she was amazed that she had his juices all over her hands, arms and thighs. He was literally everywhere. She couldn’t believe it. It was a huge mess. The sheets were actually starting to stick to her. His panting had finally come to a stop and his body had stopped jerking. He had settled back into a position on the bed, still sound asleep. Mandy sat and watched him sleep as her hand continued to gently rub the now soft cock. He was gooey and sticky, making sloshing sounds as she continued to rub him. She kept up the gentle rubbing till his cock was obviously spent. She now gently rubbed and massaged the quivering ball that only moments before had been hard and spurting its contents out onto the sheets. Contents like she had never seen before. It was literally everywhere. She laughed as she stood up, viewing the scene of what she had just done. She wondered what would go through his mind when he woke up in the morning, the sheets stuck to him. She didn’t know and she really didn’t care. She had just had more fun than she had had in years. Her whole body tingled. She wasn’t sure if it was from the powerful orgasm that she had or from the thought of what she had just done to Ken. Either way, she was looking forward to future fun with her roommate, whether he knew it or not. Still covered in his sperm, she quietly got up from the bed. He was still sound asleep. She picked up her clothes from the chair and started for the door. She quickly turned around and went back to the bed. Bending down, she softly kissed him on the cheek. She then reached down and gently patted his ball sack, saying, “Ummm, I’ll be back for these.” An Arrangement Ch. 02 It was a very lucky thing for Ken that it was Saturday, and that he didn’t have to be at work. He didn’t wake up till well after 10:00am. Then, as he lay there in bed, groggy and sleepy he rolled over. The first thing he noticed was that the sheets were sticking to him from about the lower abdomen all the way to his knees. The second thing that he noticed was that his cock and balls were sore when he moved. Pulling back the still moist and sticky sheets, he could see that his cock was very swollen and red. His balls ached just moving around and he groggily tried to remember what had happened the night before. He remembered coming home and Mandy helping him inside. He smiled as he vaguely remembered her long tan and exposed legs. Laughing to himself, he thought that the night wasn’t a complete disaster; at least he got to see her gorgeous legs. But other than that, the rest of the night was a blur. As he sat there, trying to get into a comfortable position he could smell a very faint scent of her perfume, on the sheets. At first he was shocked, wondering if they had been in bed together. Thinking about it, he realized, being in bed with her would be something that he would definitely remember. As much as he tried, he couldn’t remember anything. But there was that lingering scent of her on the sheets. He could smell her. Had she been there, with him? He fought with his memory, digging deep, but there was nothing there. He sat up, feeling an ache deep inside his balls. Looking again, he could see that the foreskin of his cock was really raw and tender. The head was a little bit swollen and it was obvious that the sheets were covered in cum. This one, he couldn’t figure out. He looked around the room, searching for any sign that would give him a clue as to what had happened. Had he brought someone home with him? He thought about it but knew that he would not have done that. Besides, he didn’t know anyone well enough to bring them home, especially a home that was not his own. He really didn’t think that Mandy would have liked that, especially after the way they had been getting along. And the night before, there had been no one that he was even with, let alone taking home with him. After much internal debate, he could only surmise that Mandy had been in his bed. But what had she done that resulted in his being so sore and the sheets so wet. Whatever it was, he felt that he would soon find out. Slowly getting out of bed he went into the bathroom and quickly washed up. The smell of sex was all over him. He did notice that he could not smell her perfume on him, but only on the sheets. It was as if she had been at one spot on the bed, but nowhere else. It was odd. Ken became convinced that he had been in bed, probably passed out or sound asleep and Mandy had come into his bed. Again, if this was the case, he figured that he would discover more, talking to her. He was somewhat nervous about facing her. It would be easy if he could remember what happened or the very least, her being there with him. But he couldn’t remember anything and that made things embarrassing. Putting on his robe, he left his room and went into the kitchen. Mandy was already there sitting at the kitchen table. When he walked in, she smiled cheerily and pushed a cup of coffee across the table to him. “I figure after last night, you might be needing this,” she smiled. Ken wasn’t sure what that meant. “After last night…” What was she referring to? She was smiling, almost from ear to ear, as if she knew something. “What did I do last night?” he asked hesitantly. She looked at him with a big smile on her face, his heart beginning to sink. “What did you do?” she laughed. “Well …” she trailed off, pausing for affect. “Actually, you didn’t do anything,” she whispered, almost sounding disappointed. Ken cheered up a little. “What do you mean?” he asked. She took a long sip of her coffee and crossed her legs. Ken couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be showing him a little bit more leg than normal, this early in the morning. He was use to her playful flirting and teasing, but that was later in the day as it became hotter and normally when one of them was sun bathing. It seemed that the less clothes either of them wore, the more sexual the situation became. Imagine that. But now, early in the morning, she was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing only a robe as far as he could tell, and her legs were exposed, all the way to her upper thighs. This was different. But he didn’t mind at all. They were great legs. He couldn’t help but take longer looks at them, their smoothness and tan. He could only imagine what was higher up her thighs. He found himself wondering if she had tan lines, even though he had seen her tanning on several occasions. She was barefooted, something that he always found arousing in women. It also seemed that she was more than aware of what he was thinking, playing off what he was saying with her body language. She smiled, slowly sipping her coffee and watching him closely. He sat down at the table, wincing as his thighs pushed his balls together under the table. “What’s wrong, did something get you?” she innocently asked. “No, I must have slept wrong or something,” he mumbled. “Or something,” she said smiling. He did not fail to notice her strange behavior and definitely her exposing more of herself than usual. She seemed very pleased with herself, as if she knew a joke and he didn’t. He finally got comfortable enough at the table, sitting back and enjoying the hot coffee. In mock concern, she asked, “What’s wrong? You look like you’re in pain. Anything I can do for you?” A big smile spread across her face. He just sat there, still wondering what had happened to him. She grinned really big and pulled her legs up, her feet on the chair seat, her knees up to her chest. Sitting as they were, he could see directly between her legs. The white cotton panties showed brightly against her dark tan. He could almost see the outline of her pussy against the soft fabric. He immediately felt his sore cock begin to swell. He couldn’t help it; he just sat and stared between her legs, enjoying the view. When he did finally come around, she was looking him right in the eyes and smiling. He immediately blushed, turning bright red. “See something you like?” she softly asked him. He turned even redder and stood up to get more coffee. It was her turn then, watching the front of his robe pushed out as he walked across the kitchen. Seeing her watching his crotch made him only more embarrassed and even harder. He was so obvious that even his embarrassment didn’t help reduce his erection any. Standing against the kitchen counter, he pressed hard into the counter, hoping to somewhat push the erection down. It helped a little, but he could feel her eyes watching him. Her legs were still up and somewhat open. She was smiling even more now. He came back to the table and sat down, changing the subject with her. She never did give him any clue as to what happened the night before. After leaving the kitchen that morning, he was convinced that she was the cause of his sore and aching genitals. But she wasn’t giving in or saying anything about it. He had expected her to talk about it, or at the very least, mention it, but she didn’t. If he knew what had happened, he would at least know what direction to take with her. But without knowing anything, there was no way he could tease her back or continue with what might have been a very fun night. Since she was smiling and laughing, he could only guess that she had enjoyed herself. But why was he so sore? He didn’t know. The rest of the day went on as normal …… pretty much. He left to run to town and upon his return found her working on her suntan in the rear of the house. Walking up to her, he could see that she was wearing a bikini that he had not seen before. He was a short distance away when he realized that it was ‘barely’ a bikini. It was something that she had not worn before, a skimpy string bikini that barely covered her at all. He stood watching her for a minute, knowing that she was unaware of his presence. He was behind her and enjoyed the view very much. She was laying on her back, in the chaise lounge. Her entire body seemed to be glistening from the tanning oil. She had undone the hip ties of her bikini bottoms, tucking them under the tiny covering over her pubic area. Doing this would eliminate any tan lines on her pelvis. Her bikini top was done similarly, the strings undone and tucked under the breast covering. Again she was trying to avoid any tan lines on her upper chest or sides. Ken thought to himself, how he would love to see the finished product of her tan. Covered as she was, he knew that if he surprised her, she’d probably sit up, losing her bikini. “Ummm, now that’s an idea,” he thought as he quietly walked up to her. Standing about 5 feet from her he suddenly said loudly, “Hi, what’s up?” She did just what he expected. She jumped with a start, sitting up in the lounge. The bikini top fell off of her to the ground, exposing her very smooth and creamy breasts. The nipples were overly large, hard and erect. He wondered what she had been thinking about. She immediately pulled her arms up, covering herself. He just stood there smiling at her. “Working on your tan?” he asked, smiling. She had turned blood red, embarrassed at either being caught naked or by what she was thinking about. He didn’t know but it was obviously something erotic. It was way too hot outside for her to be cold. In her embarrassment, she quickly reached for her bikini top on the ground. As she moved to retrieve it, her legs spread and she rolled over to pick it up. Doing this caused her bikini bottom to fall down, between her parted legs. Ken immediately saw the smooth shaved white skin where the tiny piece of fabric had been. Now it was getting funny, since she couldn’t decide to reach for the bikini top or cover up her pussy. She tried to reach for the bikini bottom, but suddenly reached up to cover herself. Reaching for the bikini top she became exposed on the bottom. Finally, exasperated, she put one arm across her chest and used her other hand to cover her pubic area. All she could do was sit there, not moving. “Well, could you help me?” she asked, sounding irritated. He just stood there for a minute enjoying the situation. Finally he reached down and picked up the bikini top handing it to her. She stayed still, clutching the top to her breasts. Ken then picked up the nearby towel and tossed it into her lap, essentially covering her. She seemed to relax a little, and even smiled. “Boy, that was a dilemma for a moment wasn’t it?” he asked laughing. She turned red and started modestly trying to get her top back on. He then politely walked around behind her and began telling her what he had been doing in town. Even as he carried on the trivial conversation with her, he was trying to figure out why she would be irritated with him seeing her, when she had seen so much of him just the night before. Turn about is fair play, he thought to himself. Hell, she had done more than just seen him, she had literally tortured his cock and balls and pumped him out all over the sheets. Then she just left him lying in his sperm. Yes, turn about is fair play and she owed him. Ken actually found himself getting somewhat aroused just thinking about what she might have seen or done with him. She had the advantage of ‘playing with him’ while he was passed out. And the fact that she was smiling so much and teasing him, told him that she had either enjoyed herself or had enjoyed him, very much. Obviously from the condition of the sheets he had enjoyed himself, but he didn’t remember that part. She did. After talking for a little longer, Ken went back into the house and allowed her to tan in peace and quiet. But he did watch from his window. The day after the sun tan incident, Mandy was having a bad day. She had been asthmatic ever since a child and at times had really bad days. This day was one of those. It was not that often that it flared up but something had triggered it and she was having a hard time breathing, wheezing and trying to keep from coughing. She had been lying around the house all day, trying to take it easy. Once it got bad enough that she couldn’t take it, she took two of the pills that were considered ‘last resort’. They were very potent and would almost guarantee that her breathing would soon be normal, but knock her out pretty much for the rest of the day and night. She hated taking the pills but when it reached a point that she could not breath, anything was a relief, as long as it helped. Then she would be almost delirious until sleeping it off. It was a price she had to pay in order to be able to take a normal breath. If you’ve never had breathing problems, consider yourself very lucky. It’s horrible and even more, scarier than hell. It was something that she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. It was the middle of the evening and she had already taken the pills only 30 minutes before. It had reached that point where she didn’t care and took the two small capsules. Now she just sat back relaxing, waiting for them to take affect and open up her breathing. It didn’t take long and she was quickly beginning to feel better. But she could already feel the grogginess beginning to fog her mind. Ken had been there, worried about her breathing. He had tried to get her to go to the hospital but she had refused, saying that this was somewhat normal and that she would be ok shortly. He sat and watched, seeing that the pills had done just what she said they would do. Now he was sitting and watching, laughing as she swayed back and forth in her chair, cracking nonsensical jokes. She looked at him with bleary eyes and told him that she was feeling a little bit sleepy. He laughed as her eyes kept blinking shut, trying to avoid falling asleep. He asked her if she needed help and she said no, her eyes almost fully shut. Having felt badly earlier, she was dressed in her robe, relaxing on the couch in front of the television. Ken talked to her till she reached a point where she was barely answering. He asked her repeatedly if she was ok and she smiled, saying she was since she took her pills. Her breathing was now normal and she was having no problems except for the sleepiness. Ken moved over to the couch, sitting next to her. He talked to her for several minutes till her voice finally trailed off, sound asleep. Ken called her name several times, but she was sound asleep. He laid her back on the couch and covered her with a blanket. She would sleep well. Ken continued watching television, keeping a watchful eye on her and her breathing. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully, her breathing deep and normal. As she slept, she rolled over, the blanket falling to one side. Her robe was slightly parted and exposed one long and tan leg. Ken just sat there, staring at that leg. She did have gorgeous legs. After a few minutes, she rolled over some more, the robe falling open even more. Now, Ken was just sitting there, looking at both of her legs, all the way to the upper thighs. He could feel himself getting hard, just enjoying the view of her legs. It didn’t take long before he could feel that slight surge of pre-cum making its way up the smooth tender shaft inside his cock. She had a definite effect on him and even asleep she was exerting that effect on him. After several minutes of just enjoying her legs, Ken decided that she should be asleep in her own bed, not on the couch. The couch was ok, but if she was going to be out all night, she might as well be in her own bed. He was actually thinking of her, and not any sexual aspects. It was good enough to just see her legs while she slept. He was happy with that. Besides, he wasn’t a rapist or a pervert. As always, he was being the ‘too nice’ guy. Standing over her, he called her name. There was no response except for her deep soft breathing. He bent down and picked her up into his arms. He then made his way for the staircase. Even though asleep, she cuddled up next to him, her arms around his neck. And she did smell so good. As he carried her up the stairs, the robe fell open allowing Ken an even better view of her legs. Seeing them close up, he could tell that they were so smooth and creamy. Her tan was even darker than he had thought. Now the white cotton panties were fully exposed showing the outline of her pubic mound. He couldn’t help but notice since her pussy was only feet from his face. He could smell her scent and she smelled wonderfully. Reaching her bedroom, he gently laid her on one side of the bed. He went around the king size bed and turned back the covers. Then he went back around to where she was laying. He couldn’t help but notice those gorgeous legs. Her robe was splayed open, held closed only by the sash, which was up under her breasts. Parted open as it was, he was looking at her tan flat stomach. Now, in contrast with her dark tan, her panties looked to barely cover her. The fullness of her pussy lips could be seen against the cotton fabric. They actually pushed out enough that her panties stuck out. With her legs stretched out, she almost appeared to be relaxing, waiting on him to come to her bed. He enjoyed the private viewing for several moments before wondering if he should take all of her clothes off before putting her into bed. He laughed out loud, thinking of how she must have unclothed him a couple of nights before. “It’s only fair,” he said out loud. With that, he reached down and slowly pulled the sash open. Almost holding his breath, he opened the robe. Since she had been tanning with such a smaller suit, there was only a tiny patch of smooth white skin around each nipple. Her tits were beautiful. Their full roundness made her appear to be in her 20’s instead of the later years that she actually was. Even lying on her back they stood upright, firm and muscled. Each nipple was very large and hard, sticking out from her breasts. Ken opened the robe further and enjoyed everything that he had not been privileged to before. Gently raising her up, he pulled the robe from her, one arm at a time. He left the robe on the bedside so that she would easily find it in the morning. Then he stood and watched her sleeping for several minutes. Her body was gorgeous. He was more than curious about the lower tan lines. Her breasts were fabulous and now he wanted to know what the rest looked like. If what he suspected was true, then it was fair for him to see just what she had been teasing him with, under the tiny bikini bottom. Besides, she didn’t mind taking advantage of him when he was out cold. With that, he reached down and ran his hand softly down the inside of her thigh. Her legs were so smooth. As his hand moved back and forth on her smooth thigh, he brought his hand upward, very near the pubic area. He sat down on the side of the bed, close to her. He watched mesmerized as his hand traveled slowly up her inner thigh. As his hand approached the tender area between her legs, his forefinger reached out and barely touched the panty covered pussy lips. He almost expected her to sit up in bed, yelling at him, but she didn’t. His finger lingered there for what seemed like minutes, just barely touching the soft fabric. Had she been awake, she would have been getting wetter and wetter by the moment, but she was asleep. After several minutes of playing with her now swelling pussy lips, he couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his own pants. He was rock hard and wet enough that a small amount of pre-cum was appearing on the outside of his jeans. He was more aroused than he had ever felt and he wasn’t even seeing all of her. His right hand reached out and continued the soft caresses on her covered pussy. His left hand moved inward and began to rub the jean-covered bulge in his own pants. He was hard and even through the jeans, it felt so good. Besides, she had been the one playing with him. She started this. An Arrangement Ch. 02 After setting for several minutes, allowing his fingertip to play gently across her puffy lips, he stood up and surveyed the scene in front of him. She was sprawled out across the bed, sleeping peacefully. Wearing only the cotton panties, she looked so inviting. Her legs were only slightly spread, her head supported on a pillow. He thought to himself that both of them should get comfortable. Besides, she was going to bed anyway and he would just tuck her in. He stood up and took slipped off his shirt, tossing it to a nearby chair. Then, watching her closely, he unzipped his jeans and slid them down over his hips, letting them drop to the carpeted floor. His cock was rock hard, jutting out under his underwear. He was slightly embarrassed, standing in front of her, taking everything off. His cock wasn’t embarrassed, sticking out proudly, several small drops of pre-cum oozing from the head. She continued sleeping, unaware of the activity going on around her. Almost hesitantly, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down over his hips. His cock popped outward, bouncing up and down as his underwear slid over it. Just standing in her bedroom, nude felt good. He watched her for several moments, then reached down and began to rub the fleshy protrusion. He was already wet enough for both of them, his hand slipping over the velvety knob. Ken moved over to the bed, sitting down beside her. She hadn’t moved, her breathing still soft and deep. He slowly reached out and tickled the panty covered pussy lips. She moved slightly taking in a short breath. Without waking her, he continued the gentle rubbing of the soft mound. After several moments, he slipped one finger under the leg band of her panties. He moved his finger inward, sliding it up to where her pussy lips were pressed together. He gently and very softly moved the finger in between the two lips and pushed slightly inward. Immediately he was surprised at how wet she was. His finger slipped deeper into the wet area. Even though she was asleep, she was still more than responsive. He rubbed gently, moving the thick lubrication around in her. Her breathing was still deep, but seemed to have sped up slightly. He leaned down on the bed, resting on one elbow as his finger moved upward and found an already hard clit. Gently nudging it, he pushed upward on it, causing her to take in a deep breath. She moaned slightly as his finger then pulled downward, dragging across the hardened nub. Her legs opened slightly. Ken slowly removed his coated finger from her, and out from under her panties. Rising up, he moved over her, taking both sides of her panties with his hands. Gently and very slowly, he pulled the panties over her hips and down her smooth legs. She barely stirred, moving slightly and opening her legs a little wider. Her breathing was still normal, if not a little faster. It was obvious that she was aroused and still deeply asleep. With her panties off and her legs spread slightly, Ken was amazed at the sight in front of him. Because of the tiny bikini she had been using to tease him, she had the smallest area of white skin where her pubic hair used to be. She was shaved smooth. The skin was so smooth and creamy white. The entire area was no larger than a couple of full size band-aids. Discarding her panties, he gently pushed her leg open a little farther. He slid his hand between her legs and gently parted her pussy lips. Using his middle finger, he moistened it by smearing her juices all over it, and then gently inserted just a small portion of it into her tight pussy. She immediately moaned, her hips moving slowly up to meet his hand. He stopped for a moment, watching her intently. As her body slowly moved back down onto the bed, he slid the finger in a little more. Again she moaned and pushed her hips gently upward. Waiting for a few more moments, he then pushed his finger all the way into her. Watching as her hips rose up again, he used her juices to moisten his thumb, then placed it on top of her hard clit. As soon as he pressed his thumb onto it, she moaned deeply and pushed upward hard. He glanced up to make sure she was still asleep. Seeing that she was, he began to gently rub the fleshy bud in small circles. With one finger buried deep inside of her and his thumb dancing all over her clit, it didn’t take long till she was openly responding. Even though in deep sleep, her legs had spread wide and her hips were rising and falling to meet his rhythmic fondling. She was beginning to pant as if she were trying to force herself to cum. Ken continued coaxing her clit, beginning to rub harder on it. It didn’t take long before she suddenly gasped out loud; her hips thrust hard and upward, her legs spreading wider. Ken could immediately feel her pussy clutch at his finger almost as if she were sucking his finger. He continued the manipulation of her clit, letting her pussy hungrily suck on his finger as her orgasm spread over her. She was actually gasping, her hips thrusting in a cadence with his finger movements. Allowing her to completely finish the first orgasm, he lessened the pressure on her clit and gently began to withdraw his finger, only a little at a time. Her body was slowly returning to normal, her breathing still ragged, but slowing. Her body finally slumped down onto the bed and her breathing became soft and deep again. Even though sound asleep, she had still cum very hard. He lay there for several minutes, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as his finger continued to gently rub the inner walls of her pussy lips. She was sopping wet. He stood up from the bed, still rock hard and a lot wetter than he had been, only minutes before. He reached down, grasping the thick fleshy shaft and begin to slowly rub it. It didn’t take long, after having seen her body react to his touch. He was now hotter than she had been. Within a few moments, he could feel his own orgasm building deep within his balls. He was now rubbing his cock faster, squeezing the shaft, almost forcing the cum out. Just before he started to feel the orgasm start, he slowed down, finally stopping. Letting go of his cock, he stood and watched it twitching in anticipation of a huge orgasm. The twitches lessened as the feelings began to fade. He quickly lay down on the bed, between her still outstretched legs. Moving up between her legs, he brought his face up to her more than dripping pussy. Her lips were puffy and still engorged, flared open from her recent excitement. A steady stream of her fluid leaked from the tight opening. Gently, he put his mouth up to her and flicked his tongue along the length of her lips. Slowly he began to flick his tongue along the lips running it up and down. She moaned as her legs began to spread open farther. He pushed his tongue into the center of her and moved it upward, finding the hard bud at the top of her lips. Concentrating his effort there, he drew circles around her clit, occasionally running his tongue downward to gather up more of the thick lubrication. Once he brought his tongue back up to her clit, she moaned again, her hips pushing up against his mouth. She was again approaching orgasm. He could feel her thighs shaking as he continued working faster on her clit. Her breathing was again getting ragged, coming in short gasps. He moved his tongue against her faster, listening to her breathing and her now louder moans. Suddenly her legs jerked, her thighs tensing up. Seeing this, he planted his entire mouth on her clit and sucked it in hard. Her entire body jerked as the shock waves pounded through her body, starting in her groin and moving outward. He could feel her shaking and hear her panting. Even in her drug induced sleep she was responding, her hands moving down to grasp his head. He feared that she had woke up, but considering what he was doing and how she was responding, he didn’t want to stop now. He continued sucking hard, feeling her inner thighs press against his head, her hands holding his head to her pussy. Her body was still shaking but beginning to relax. He continued sucking the tender clit in his mouth till she stopped shaking and her body slowly fell back into the bedding. He began to gently stroke the quivering clit with his tongue, lessening his pressure on it. After several minutes, her body was totally relaxed, no longer were her thighs grasping at him. Her pussy was leaking clear fluid in a copious amount. She was spent. He slowly licked her clean, and then kissed the soft clit tucked so neatly between the folds of her pussy. Rising up slowly, he knew that she would be staring at him. It would be hard for her to be mad, based on the way her body responded to him. Sitting up he could see that she was still sound asleep. He called her name, but she continued her deep breathing. Amazingly, she was still asleep. She looked exhausted; her body limp in the bed. Her hair was a mess, almost completely covering her face. He sat between her legs, gently rubbing her inner thighs. She was still sopping wet, evidence of the powerful orgasm covering her pussy and pubic mound, even after he had cleaned her. Only then did he notice that he was still rock hard. He was sitting here with a gorgeous female lying in front of him. He reached down and began to gently rub the thick cock. He had been leaking pre-cum ever since he carried her upstairs. Gently rubbing himself, he knew that he wouldn’t last long. His idea of playing with his landlord didn’t include doing it while she slept, but opportunity afforded itself. Rising up between her thighs, he spread his legs wide, planting a knee inside each of her outstretched legs. He began to rub faster, seeing his pre-cum splattering onto her flat stomach and pubic area. While one hand rubbed frantically, the other reached down under the fat cock and cupped his ball sack. Holding the sac, he began to squeeze it in a rhythm matching the speed of his other hand. He would only last seconds at this rate, but it was feeling too good to stop. He continued to watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she continued in her deep sleep. Suddenly, he felt the first surge of a huge orgasm. Immediately he squeezed his balls hard, forcing them to erupt. A huge spurt of white cream shot from the tip of the quivering cock, splashing onto Mandy’s stomach. Spurt after spurt of cum pumped out of him, landing in squishy splats on her stomach and thighs. Within seconds he was gasping as his body shook from the orgasm. He was still pumping the emptying balls as his body began to collapse onto the bed. He continued rubbing till he felt the last of the thick globs push out of the end of his cock. She was covered in his goo, his hands and thighs dripping with the white cream. He was out of breath and completely spent. He could barely catch his breath, continuing to watch her, now embarrassed and knowing that any second she would wake up and see him. He slowed his rubbing down, his cock now slick and floppy as his hand continued to pump it. Large globs of his sperm still dripped from the tip, falling onto her pubic mound. He looked down at her, smeared with his cum but quickly thought of how gorgeous she looked. He slowly brought his manipulation to an end, sitting back on his ankles. He was exhausted. Seeing that she was still sleeping, he slowly got up from the bed, careful not to drip the warm cream onto the bed or carpeting. Making his way to the bathroom, he took her large bath towel and began to wipe himself off. In short time he was somewhat cleaner while the towel was saturated in his cum. He took the seconds bath towel and went back to her, carefully getting the thick goo off of her. Careful not to wake her, he gently rubbed her down, again saturating the towel in his juices. He cleaned her up as well as he could, and then gathered up his clothes. He also took the towels with him and walked to the door. Seeing her asleep, he quickly went back to her. Folding back the sheets he picked her up and placed her in the more than warm bed. He then covered her with the sheet and warm blanket. Lastly, he bent over and kissed her gently on the cheek. Even asleep, she was more than he had expected in bed. He then quietly turned the light out and left the room. The next morning when she woke up, it took her awhile to remember what had happened. She remembered having the asthma attack and taking her pills. She vaguely remembered Ken being so sweet and sitting next to her, concerned about her. But after that she didn’t remember anything. She felt great, like she always did when she took “those” pills. She sat up in the bed and stretched. Pulling back the sheets, she suddenly realized that she was completely nude. She couldn’t figure that one out, but wondered if Ken had anything to do with it. She was immediately embarrassed, wondering if he had undressed her. Pulling back the sheets she got out of bed, the skin on her stomach and thighs feeling somewhat sticky. She looked down at herself and could see that her pussy lips were puffy and engorged. And there was that odd but warm feeling inside her ……… and she never could figure out where her towels had gone. An Arrangement Ch. 03 Going into the bathroom, Mandy could not ever figure out where her towels had gone. And the fact that her stomach and thighs were somewhat sticky gave her pause to think. If she thought about it long enough, it was obvious to her what had happened, but she just didn’t have the details. She would love to remember the details if she could. There was no doubt in her mind, sitting down and examining herself that she had been involved in some degree of sexual activity. Having noticed that her pussy lips were somewhat swollen, told her that she had no doubt, been sexually stimulated at some point. Closer examination almost proved the point when she discovered that she was more than moist between her lips. She was downright coated in her own lubrication. All of this added up in her mind that she had been having fun, but didn’t remember any of it. She stood up and looked into the full-length mirror. Laughing, she mumbled to the mirror, “Was it good for you?” She took a long look at herself in the mirror, looking for any telltale signs of sexual activity. There was no bruising or marks. She did examine her nipples very carefully. Even looking in the mirror, she could tell that they were obviously puffy and somewhat swollen, but she wasn’t sure if that was from any sexual activity or just from the arousing thoughts she was thinking presently. Her thoughts about what might have happened were leaning in the direction of erotic, which would result in her being somewhat aroused. But closer examination didn’t reveal any indication that she had been touched or fondled in any way. The stickiness on her stomach and pubic area would have to be one thing … his sperm. There was no other explanation for it. And the fact that her towels were missing had to mean something. She examined more thoroughly her vaginal opening. Spreading her lips apart, she gently inserted a finger into herself. Moving it around she gathered up as much as the thick liquid as she could. Removing her finger she held it up to the light. It was clear and thick. She was by no means, a prude. She knew that the fluid being clear indicated that she was only aroused, and that there was no presence of old stale sperm. He had not fucked her. So why was she so sticky? She could only guess that he had disrobed her, and maybe, just maybe, had ejaculated on her. Maybe he did find her attractive after all, but was hesitant to do anything more. Maybe it was an accident that he couldn’t resist doing his own thing. She was more than curious now, and more than aroused at all the possibilities. Standing in front of the mirror, she finished her exam of herself. She couldn’t help but notice that her tan was darker than it had ever been. And even at her age, she was looking very nice. Her tits were still very firm and well rounded. She was more than satisfied with her appearance. Judging herself in the mirror, she decided that she would turn up the heat on Ken. She wanted to know what he was thinking. But if he had undressed her and put her to bed, why wouldn’t he just be open about it. She had not been downstairs yet and had not been face to face with her possible lover. Time would tell. Now she was excited. Surely he would let it all out, or at the very least, give himself away. She quickly washed off the stickiness on her stomach and pubic area and put her robe on. She was feeling aroused enough that she didn’t want to mess with panties. Besides, a person never knows what to expect. Refreshed, she rushed downstairs, slowing down only as she reached the kitchen. She could hear him in there. Rounding the corner, she was already smiling. He was standing at the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup. “Well, good morning,” she said brightly. Startled, he turned around. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked, concerned. It was still early and he was wearing his bathrobe, the same one that she had pulled up over his body only two nights before. She thought to herself just how sticky he must have been when he woke up. “I was worried about you, are you ok?” He asked with sincerity. “Oh yes, after I take my pills, I’m more than fine. In fact, I feel better the day after.” She explained feeling a definite tingling between her legs. She walked over to the counter getting the cup of coffee he had just poured for her. She walked back to the table, watching him closely. He didn’t indicate in any way, whether something had happened or not. It was as if it was a typical morning. “How did you sleep, did you stay up or go to bed?” “I went to bed right after you did, slept great all night.” He added. Without being coaxed by her, he quickly added, “I helped you up to bed.” He never batted an eye as he said this. Based on what he said, it didn’t tell her anything. She didn’t know if he helped her get to bed undressed or if he just helped her to the bed. Without her questioning, she wouldn’t know either way. She decided to not play into this line of questioning. Maybe if she just listened he might let something slip. She thought to herself that she had not given him any reason to know what had happened to him a few nights before. She just smiled and let him wonder what had happened to him. Now he was doing the same thing to her. Nothing to indicate anything. He smiled at her then sat down at the table. She couldn’t help but feel a warm sensation flow over her as she sat and watched him. She also couldn’t help but wonder if she had been fun for him. She couldn’t have been too much fun since she was sound asleep. She just watched him. Ok, two can play at this game, she thought. She sat sipping her coffee. She remembered that she had come downstairs wearing only her robe. Maybe it was time to turn up the heat, right now. Being careful how she did it, she pulled one leg up onto the chair, her knee almost up under her chin. Doing this, her robe opened enough that her entire leg was exposed, up to her waist. From where he was sitting, he had an excellent view of her tan thigh. “Anything good in the paper?” she asked, watching him closely. He sat for a moment, his eyes glued on her exposed leg. “Oh, nothing. Just the usual. It seems that nothing happens around here,” he said smiling at her. Yea right, nothing. She didn’t think that the night before was nothing. It appeared that he was playing the same game with her. Ok, she thought to herself. Without him noticing, she casually reached down and loosened the sash of her robe. She pulled a little of the robe through the sash, giving her more looseness in the top of her robe. She then put her leg down and moved forward, closer to him. Looking at the newspaper, she pointed to an article and commented on it. He looked at the paper, and then looked up at her. From his position, he would be able to see more than enough of her breasts. Her top was hanging open to the point that her breasts were almost falling out. If he even glanced, he would easily see their roundness and her now hard nipples. Just playing this little game had her more than aroused. He did notice. He sat there for a moment, just staring into her open robe. “Have you read that story yet?” she asked, still staring at where her finger was pointing. “Ahh, no I haven’t,” he stammered. His face had turned blood red and he was still looking into her robe. By then she looked up at his face. He was totally unaware that she was staring at him. He stammered, and then looked up at her, embarrassed. He had been caught and he knew it. In his mind he was still thinking about her nude body, exposed in front of him on the bed. His cock was remembering it also, as it had swollen up quite a bit. Even sitting at the kitchen table, he was becoming more uncomfortable as his cock pushed up above the large balls. At this rate, he would not be able to leave the kitchen for quite awhile. She just smiled and remained seated, leaning forward. “See anything that you like?” she asked demurely, staring into his eyes. He blushed again, brighter than the first time. Looking away, he stammered, “What do you mean?” He was obviously fidgeting now. “In the paper. You’re open to the new car section.” She slowly replied. Still blushing, he looked at the paper, quickly scanning the pictures of new vehicles. “No, I was just looking. There were two that were real beauties,” he said, looking up at her smiling. She just smiled back, fully aware of his comparison. Sitting back in the chair, she faked a yawn and slowly stretched back, her breasts almost falling out of her robe. He just sat and watched, his cock fully erect now. She held her pose for a few moments, and then relaxed. Looking at him, she smiled and held her coffee cup out. “Would you help me out and get me another cup?” she asked coyly. He just sat there staring at her for a moment. “Sure,” he said. Slowly getting up he tried to move so that is back was to her. She immediately turned around in her chair and watched him as he stood up. His erection was obvious, pushing out against the soft robe. It was enormous and she couldn’t help but stare at it. He could see her stare, which just made things worse. His cock wasn’t going down any and she knew it. She smiled broadly and continued to be obvious in looking at it. He figured that he could move fast and get over to the coffee pot. With her turned backward in her chair, he took one large step forward trying to get to the counter. With his first step, his cock popped out from between the folds of his robe, pushed out, very thick and fat. Her mouth popped open as he tried to pull the robe closed. It didn’t help much, his cock pushing out hard against the robe. She just sat there watching him, smiling. He was blushing so hard that he felt like his face was on fire. He was now wondering what ever made him come to the kitchen without wearing any underwear. It had seemed exciting in his bedroom, but now he wished that he were wearing them. “Wow, that is something,” she said, watching him scurry to the counter. With her commenting on it, it didn’t help matters any. It only seemed to make him harder. He pressed up hard against the counter, hoping to force the blood out of the embarrassing erection. “I don’t think I have ever seen anything that big,” she said smiling her mouth hanging open in mock surprise. She quickly got up and followed him to the counter. Standing along side of him, she made it obvious as she looked down where the erection had poked out of the robe. “That is about the biggest I have ever seen!” she said as if she had never seen him before. He was blood red and couldn’t even speak. He didn’t even know what to say. Before, she had acted like there was some hidden story or joke that only she knew about. Now she was talking like she had never seen his cock. He didn’t know what to think and was starting to reconsider if she had done anything with him or not. All of this just made him more embarrassed. Pressed to the counter, he could only stand there and hope that the blood would run back out of his overly heated face. “You must be very popular with the women carrying equipment like that.” She just stood there staring at his face. He now had his eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing, his heart rate, and his respirations. Anything to calm down. “Do you feed and water it, or let it just run loose?” she laughed. She was making it more than obvious that she was staring at the front of his robe. After several moments of him standing pressed to the counter, she reached out grabbing his arm and spinning him around. “I’d be proud of something like that,” she said, staring down at his bulging robe. “Seriously, I’m not trying to embarrass you. That thing is something. I’m no expert by any means, but I would think that women would love that.” She was being as serious and complimentary as she could, faking her surprise at seeing it. By now he was becoming more aroused, seeing that she was more than interested in his endowment. His erection, which had been going down, was now beginning to come back up. It was beginning to feel like the prelude to a fun filled morning. She was still holding both his arms, forcing him to stand facing her. The bulge was now sticking all the way out, his robe open wide, just below bulge. She continued her verbal assault on his stimulated ego. “I never would have guessed you had something that big, hidden away in there. Wow … that is impressive.” He was still blushing and trying to move away from her. She persisted in her fun, forcing him to stand facing her, bulging out. “I would just love to……” her words trailed off, leaving him to imagine what she was about to say. She suddenly let go of him and quickly sat back down at the table. He was still standing there, his cock still sticking out obscenely, and now beginning to ooze pre-cum. Even though the robe covered the erection, a small wet spot had grown on the front of his robe. She wouldn’t let that go unnoticed. She made it more than obvious as she stared at the wet spot, smiling. She was having so much fun, just teasing him. Obviously he was more than affected with her staring. His erection wasn’t going down and he could feel more of the sticky fluid moving through the sensitive cock shaft. After several moments, she looked away from him, easing his embarrassment. She then slowly pulled both of her feet up onto the chair seat, her knees up, her robe falling open allowing a full view of her thighs. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t wearing anything under the robe, so she remembered to keep her legs tightly together. She’d let him see all of her legs, but nothing more. Besides, his erection wasn’t going down and she thought that if she kept this up, they’d both be going at it on the kitchen floor. She was more than wet herself. He was so much fun and so easy to manipulate, both mentally and physically. After at least a couple of minutes he slowly moved away from the kitchen counter, going back to his seat. He was red faced and still bulging, but he had begun to enjoy her attention to the large protuberance. It was definitely more than arousing, playing this little teasing game. But he was now wondering if she was being serious or if she had actually played with him while he was passed out. Either way, it was a lot of fun. She could feel the moisture spreading between her pussy lips. She had decided to turn the heat up with their fun and games. So this would be the beginning. It was arousing to her, just to try and keep up, thinking of new ways to tease him. What she didn’t know was that he was considering the same thing. If she really did like what she had just seen, then he’d have to play with her, giving her more reasons to want him. “I guess I should get cleaned up,” he said, rising from the table. He was still slightly bulging. Her eyes followed the bulge as he stood up. She was smiling, and making it more than obvious that she was looking at it. Grinning from ear to ear, she shook her head and mumbled, “Wow”. From where he was standing, he was getting the full view of her long legs, pulled up against her chest. She just smiled and watched as he made his way to his room. As he left the room, she quickly put her legs down, both of them going to sleep in the awkward position that she had them. She sat forward, sipping on her coffee. From where she was sitting, she could easily see into his bedroom. She noticed that he did not shut his door when he entered his room. She could hear him in there, moving between the bathroom and his sleeping area. She just sat there, staring down the hallway, into his room. He disappeared from sight for a few moments. She moved slightly in her seat, craning her neck to see farther into his room. Suddenly, he appeared through the doorway, where she could see him. He was totally nude. He was still in his room, possibly oblivious to whether she could see him or not. His back was turned to her and he was fidgeting with something in front of him. She just sat and watched, intent on the curve of his butt and his long legs. He was very tan, something that she hadn’t really noticed before. His butt was almost pure white, against the dark brown of the rest of his body. During the other night when she rolled back his robe and played with him, she had covered his upper body with his robe, while concentrating on his cock and balls. But now, she was seeing all of it. His waist was slender, moving up to a broad back and shoulders. His legs were muscled and long. She just sat there, admiring his body. She was really hoping that he would turn around so she could see the front. She had seen the essentials before, but she now wanted to see the entire picture, from head to toe. The back looked fabulous, but she wanted to see if the front was as good. He then disappeared from view, moving back into the bedroom area. Again she craned her neck, trying to see farther into the bedroom. But she couldn’t. Then he walked back into her view. Again he stood with his back to her, messing with something that she could not see. He stood there for a full minute, relaxed, allowing her to take in his entire body. Well, at least the back of his body. Then he again walked out of her view. She was now getting frustrated. It was almost as if he was teasing her. She had now moved her thighs slightly apart. Waiting for him to reappear, she moved her hand down between her legs. No harm, she thought to herself. She allowed the tips of her fingers to just brush against a very wet pussy. The feeling sent shivers through her entire body. She sat at the table, continuing to stare at his bedroom doorway, her fingers lightly brushing her exposed lips. Her lips were slowly beginning to respond, parting open just a little. Feeling so good, she continued watching the doorway as her fingertips pushed a little deeper inside the quickly engorging lips. She was sopping wet. One finger moved softly against the tight opening, gathering up lubrication, and then moving up to her swelling clit. She couldn’t resist as she pressed her fingertip against her clit. It immediately sent quivers through her pussy. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. She began to softly rub the hard nub, making it push out from the fleshy hood. As she sat enjoying her self-manipulation, she continued watching the door. She knew that he would have to appear sooner or later, and she wanted to see more. Her fingers fluttered over the wetness, enjoying the warm feeling spreading over her body. Suddenly he did appear. This time he was again with his back to her. She just sat looking at the tan lines and the smooth skinned butt. Then he turned around. She almost gasped as she saw his cock sticking straight out. It was huge. At first she wondered if it was the same cock that she had played with a few nights back. At that time, he had been passed out and was lying on his stomach. She had to fish it out from under him, between his legs. There was plenty to play with but she never got a good look at it. Now it was sticking out for all to see. And there was plenty of it to see. It looked huge. She guessed that it was eight or nine inches long, but hugely thick. It was rock hard and the head was obviously swollen from over stimulation. She continued rubbing herself, pressing a little harder into the now throbbing clit. Her breath was becoming ragged but she continued to watch him. He moved over to a dresser, doing something on the dresser. While she watched, he reached down and took a firm grasp of the fleshy toy and jerked it a few times. He must have been really turned on, after a couple of hard jerks; he suddenly let go of it. His back arched and his head rolled back, as if in ecstasy. While she watched, his cock twitched hard, bouncing up and down, as if it was ready to shoot its contents all over the dresser. He seemed to calm down a little, his posture returning to normal. He again reached down and squeezed it hard. This time his other hand reached between his legs and pulled the bloated ball sack out in front of him. Holding his cock up against his stomach, his other hand squeezed and rolled the two massive balls around inside their sack. Then he jerked his cock a few more times before suddenly letting go. It was obvious that he was ready to cum, his cock twitching hard and bouncing. Suddenly a large drop of clear fluid oozed from the tip and dripped slowly to the dresser top. An Arrangement Ch. 03 He was standing with his legs spread wide, his other hand still working the full balls. She was still rubbing hard, quickly approaching her own orgasm, just waiting for his next move. His cock was twitching hard enough that she knew any minute there would be large spurts of his milk, out onto the dresser. She was almost ready to cum, her fingers moving frantically when he suddenly turned toward her. Seeing her at the table, he smiled and slowly walked to the bedroom door. It was obvious to him that she was sitting bent to one side, her neck craned outward in order to look into his room. “Sorry,” he softly said and pushed at the door. Her hand almost froze as she felt her face turn blood red. Now it was her turn to be caught. Her pussy was literally sopping wet and her clit was on fire. She had been right on the edge, seconds from cumming and now she was more than embarrassed. She was mortified. She could feel her own arousal quickly diminish. Her hand came to a stop, dripping in her own fluids. Her shoulders dropped as she felt the orgasm quickly leave her. She slowly stood up and closed her robe. Inside his room she could hear the shower water running. His door was partially open, but she wasn’t sure if that was an invitation or just his failure to close it all the way. It didn’t matter; he was no longer in her view. “OK, if you want to play that way,” she said to no one in particular. “Two can play at that game!” She hurried up to her room where she disrobed and sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating a long cold shower. Her hands were still shaking from what would have been a very intense orgasm. An Arrangement Ch. 04 Mandy sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling the thick moisture between her legs. She was so turned on but at the same time feeling very frustrated. She couldn't even get into the shower, as long as he was in the shower. Running two showers at the same time would mean that someone would get a very cold spray of water. She even thought for a moment about going to her shower and turning the hot water on to full, just to freeze him out. But she thought about it again, thinking that it would be too mean to him. Meanwhile her pussy still had a slight quiver to it. It was more than a quiver, it was downright screaming at her. "Ahhhhhhh!" she moaned to herself. Her arousal was quickly coming back to her, sitting in the privacy of her bedroom. She couldn't take her mind off of what she had seen when he was in his bedroom. Even though she had played with his cock a few nights before, it didn't compare in size to what she had seen today. She had been amazed at how much sperm he had pumped out that night, but today she had gotten a good, but brief, look at his full erection, bobbing and flopping around. She couldn't shake that image of him, as he turned and walked toward her. By this time, she looked down and found that her hand had inadvertently moved down between her legs, gently stroking the smooth skin surrounding her hood. She was still sopping wet and her pussy was more alert than it had been earlier. It wanted relief. She listened closely and could easily hear the shower water still running downstairs. Whenever water was running anywhere at the house, whether inside or outside, it could be heard. She listened to it, knowing that he was still in the shower. Probably a long hot shower, she thought to herself. Jumping up from the bed, she wrapped her robe around her tightly and headed down the stairs. Going down the hallway to his room, she could see that he had not completely closed the bedroom door. He had pushed at it, but it hadn't closed all the way. She crept up to the partially open door and peered inside. His bedroom was still the same as it was earlier, and he was in the shower. The water was running and she could see the steam coming from the partially open bathroom door. She immediately ran back up the stairs to her room and into the bathroom. There, she slowly turned her shower water on, slowly, in order to not deprive him of his hot water. With the shower running, she turned around and ran back down the stairs to his bedroom door. His shower was still running. It was only a minute before he turned his shower water off, knowing that she had just gotten into the shower. In the hallway, just prior to his bedroom was located the laundry room. It was a large room in which the washer and dryer were located. Hearing his water turn off, Mandy stepped into the darkened room and pulled the door closed, leaving it partially cracked open. Peering through the doorway, she could look directly into his bedroom, seeing most of that room. By then, she could hear the water running in the sink, probably so that he could shave. She leaned back against the washer, getting comfortable. By the way the rooms were situated, she would have to remain in the laundry room in the dark or exit now before he came from the bathroom. Either way, she would have to decide quickly if she wanted the chance seeing him, or getting out now. She didn't get a chance to decide, as she heard the sink faucet being turned off. He had finished with his shower and shaving and was coming out of the bathroom. The decision was made and she settled back against the washer. She really felt foolish, especially now that she had no choice but to hide in the dark. She felt like a schoolgirl, getting her first peak into the boy's locker room. But at the same time, she felt her arousal level begin to perk up as she waited to see Ken's nude form come from the bathroom. She had already been embarrassed being caught watching him earlier, but if he were to catch her in the dark laundry room, she would never hear the end of it. At worst, she might even cause him to move out. At the very least, he would use this to embarrass her even more. She knew that she could not get caught. She almost gasped out loud as he came out of the bathroom. Having heard her shower running upstairs, Ken assumed that she was in the shower. Having put on the small show while she was sitting at the kitchen table, had left him more than horny. He had seen her reflection in his bedroom mirror and decided to give her something to look at. He was overly stimulated then and after giving himself a few quick squeezes and small rubs, he actually was real close to cumming. That part he wasn't faking. Knowing that she was watching, he had almost cum accidentally from the erotic excitement Getting into the shower didn't help any since he stayed rock hard, just thinking about his audience. And he had played a little bit, while in the shower. Coming from the bathroom, Ken was nude. The most obvious part of him was his rock hard cock, flopping up and down as he walked across the room. It was enormous. His earlier 'play' while she watched had only heightened his arousal. It had not gone down while he was in the shower and it didn't help matters that he repeatedly soaped and massaged the throbbing member while in the shower. Tossing his towel to a chair, he was more than frustrated. He couldn't get the sight of her long and tan legs out of his mind. His cock stuck out obscenely and didn't seem to be going down anytime soon. Pre-cum dripped incessantly from the head. Mandy was mesmerized. From where she was, it was like a front row seat. She could see almost every angle into his bedroom, with just moving her head an inch or so. She could remain back in the shadows of the dark laundry room without being detected. Unless he came into the laundry room, he would never know that she was there. She continued watching him, her eyes glued to the long thick cock that was bouncing around like an over filled water balloon. The hot shower had done wonders for his body, his enormous balls hanging down between his legs, swaying with each step he took. She continued watching intently as her hand undid the sash of her bathrobe. She was more than wet and it was beginning to run down her inner thigh. Within moments, she sighed as her hand moved down between her legs and gently parted her pussy lips. She was sopping wet. Ken moved over toward the bed and just stood there for a minute. It was obvious that he was thinking hard about something, but she didn't know what. Whatever it was must have been erotic. His cock was not softening at all and appeared to be harder now than it had been a few minutes before. Due to his swollen length, the foreskin had slid back behind the thick head, fully exposing it to the warm air. His balls were soft, but obviously full, hanging down heavily. She couldn't believe the size of his genitals, they were more than huge. She wondered to herself if he had any idea of what he had between his legs. He definitely didn't seem to flaunt it. Her hand was gently moving between her legs, gently rubbing the now hard clit. It wouldn't take much to move her over the edge. She had to now slow it down, fearing that she would cum so hard that he might hear her in the darkened room. Still watching him, she could see that he was deep in thought. That thought must have been erotic because his massive erection was not any softer, still sticking out hard. As he would move, his cock would bounce slightly from its own weight. She smiled to herself, thinking that she would just massage herself a little longer, if he would just stay standing there like he was. Just seeing his nude form was all she needed to satisfy herself. Her satisfaction wasn't far away. Her mouth almost dropped open as she watched him reach down and squeeze the hard shaft. It was obvious to her that he was extremely turned on, watching as he sucked in a deep breath, his head rolling back slightly as he felt his own arousal. Holding the hard shaft for a moment, he continued the squeeze as his hand rolled forward, squeezing the length of the shaft. As his fingertips neared the flared swollen head, a huge drop of clear pre-cum oozed out of the mouth. It hung there for a moment before slowly dropping in a large glob to the floor. A long string of the clear fluid still connected it to his cock head as it fell downward. Her eyes followed it as it made its way downward. Her fingers began to move a little faster, feeling the thick wetness between her now engorged pussy lips. She could cum at any moment but wanted to prolong it a little bit longer. He had been standing at the side of the bed, but now seemed to have made up his mind. She didn't know it but he was debating on whether to satisfy his needs or let his arousal remain peaked. Having seen those gorgeous legs, and then her playful flirtation about his erection had left him begging for release. Just the fact that she had actually seen his cock pop out of the bathrobe made his cock throb hard. What had been embarrassing only 20 minutes before, was now a very erotic mental stimulation. He had decided. Still standing next to the bed, he leaned over the bed, placing one knee on the bed. Doing this slightly spread his stance, making his bloated balls more obvious, hanging pendulous between his muscled thighs. His left hand reached down between his legs and cupped the huge sack, attempting to squeeze it. Even his own hand wouldn't fit around the sack, as his fingers pushed deep into it, finding one ball. His fingers curled around the ball and gently began to squeeze it. His right hand clutched the shaft of his cock, slowly rubbing it in short strokes. Within a few quick moments, his head tiled back as he sighed deeply. It was apparent to Mandy that he was very close to cumming. She watched intently as both of his hands worked on his swollen organs. She herself was close to cumming, having to hold back every several minutes to avoid what was sure to be one explosive orgasm. She still felt slightly embarrassed, watching a man jack himself off. One very large man, she thought to herself. Watching a man perform a solo pleasure on himself was something that she had never done. She had been tempted before to ask her husband to 'perform' for her, but never got up the nerve. In talking to her friends about this, all of them had agreed that they would love to watch, but had never done so. Each of them had at one time or another wanted a man to perform for them, showing them just how they did this solo act, while they sat back and watched. It was like a show, ending in a huge finale of spurting male cream, with body jerking and writhing. Mandy couldn't believe that she might be able to finally see the show. With his knee firmly planted on the bed, his legs were now spread wider. His left hand was roughly working the swollen ball while his right hand continued the meaty massage. Pre-cum was leaking profusely from the flared head, drop after drop splattering to the sheets of the bed. He was in obvious ecstasy, his hands moving rhythmically as his head tilted back. His breathing had become raspy with occasional deep sighs and moans coming from him. Since her shower water was still running, he wasn't worried about her seeing him. Besides that, she figured that he wasn't aware of the time anyway. He was more enjoying himself and she was too. By this time, Mandy had removed the bathrobe, laying it across the washing machine. Standing barefoot and completely nude, she leaned against the machine with her legs slightly spread. Her hand was making sloshy sounds as it moved quickly in and out from between her legs. She had not even tried to penetrate herself, knowing that would probably send her over the edge. With what he was doing to himself, she had no reason to hurry her own orgasm. She was intent on watching his hands moving between his legs. His rubbing had become somewhat harder and quicker, matching the tempo of his erratic breathing. She was surprised that he had not cum yet, his cock head a raw and red looking knob. He was moving his hands fast enough that she was impressed with his staying power. She would have thought that he would have cum a long time before this. Suddenly, his back arched hard as his head jerked back. His legs were actually shaking as he let out a long moan. He suddenly let go of his balls and cock, his arms jerking back as if to stop his emotional and physical response. His arms clasped tightly at his sides, he clenched his fists, trying to hold back the orgasm. He was so close to cumming that his cock was twitching hard with each throb, his balls pumping to expel the build up inside of them. Mandy was amazed, watching closely. It must have been working, because she didn't see any of the milky white cream come out of him like she expected. She was fascinated, watching his body jerking and his cock twitching hard. She was somewhat surprised, wondering why he didn't go ahead and finish himself. She would have, but here he was, torturing his own cock and balls. Working himself to the edge, then letting his arousal go back down. Men were strange, she thought to herself. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy. He was more than enjoying himself, even if he had just stopped a very powerful orgasm. She found herself hoping that he was thinking about her. He was. As he felt his balls trying to erupt, his memory was going over her long legs, the slight shadow between her thighs where there were no panties, her playfully forcing him to stand facing her with a huge erection. All of this was pushing him over the edge. As his body stopped shaking, he suddenly got up from the bed. He quickly moved across the room, scaring Mandy. She thought that he had possibly seen her or heard her quiet moans coming from the laundry room. He rounded the bed and quickly went into the bathroom. Within a few seconds, he emerged carrying a towel. He quickly went back to the same position at the bed, this time climbing up onto the bed. He spread the towel out on the bed in front of him. He then knelt back, sitting on his haunches, his legs spread wide apart. He settled back and reached between his legs. Using both hands, he stretched his ball sack out in front of his body, each hand holding a very swollen ball. It was obvious to Mandy what he was doing. His hands clutched the bloated balls, each one squeezing the muscled orb it was holding. She could tell that he was applying more and more pressure, his body occasionally jerking from too much pressure. He was obviously enjoying the torture, pre-cum literally running from the swollen head. It was no longer dripping, but almost a continuous stream of the clear fluid leaking from him. Mandy continued her rubbing, gently massaging a very swollen clit. She knew she could bide her time, beginning and finishing her own orgasm whenever she entered her wet pussy. She watched him closely, still massaging the huge balls. It was as if he was prepping them for her performance, getting them in top shape to finish the gushing finale. He had not even touched his cock, it still bouncing and flopping from his ball manipulations. It was obvious that he was close, his head back and his eyes closed. She continued watching, her fingers now moving faster. After several minutes of what had to be extreme pressure on the tender swollen balls, he suddenly let go of the right ball and wrapped his fingers around the muscled cock shaft. He started slowly, but quickly built into a hard pumping rhythm. His hand was tightly grasping the shaft, the foreskin bunched up around the head. Sliding his hand back, he would pull the foreskin till it was stretched tight, back to his pubic bone. Then he would quickly pull the shaft forward, pulling until the foreskin was tightly bunched up over the cock head. She winced, thinking that it had to be somewhat painful. But judging by the look on his face and his panting, he was not in any pain. By now she knew she was more than close. She was still mesmerized, watching him manipulate his body to orgasm. She slowed down her own massage and slowly inserted one finger into a more than soppy pussy. She gasped as the finger penetrated her tightness, triggering spasms throughout her body. Her thighs and stomach muscles tightened as if they had been shocked. She could feel her breathing coming in short hard pants. Her entire hand was coated in her slick juices as she slid the finger in all the way. She quickly remembered where she was at and opened her eyes to see him still pumping his overly red cock. He was literally torturing the cum from of his cock and balls. He was now panting hard, his shoulders moving violently as his right hand continued pumping hard. Judging by the color and tightness of his left hand, she knew that he was exerting some extreme pressure on his ball sack. She was amazed that he was not in pain. She remembered back to what she had done to him while he was passed out and was amazed that she had stimulated him enough to make him cum. What she had done to him and what he was doing to himself were worlds apart. Obviously, his body could take some very rough treatment. Just the thought of this alone caused her to moan out loud as her pussy began to erupt. She quickly opened her eyes, not wanting to miss anything. His right hand was pumping hard, his left hand rhythmically squeezing the tender ball. He was panting and now beginning to sweat. His legs were spread painfully wide, his back arching as his hips began to thrust in and out. He was there and she knew it. But she felt herself going over the edge. Her thighs and stomach tightened up even more as her pussy began to clutch at her finger. She had to concentrate on what she was seeing, and forced her eyes open to watch him. Suddenly his hips jerked outward, his thighs rising up slightly as if pushing off from his body. His cock was bright red and the head swollen enormous. He gasped at almost the same time he moaned hard and loud. His right hand was frozen, clutching at the thick foreskin, pulled back tight against his pubic bone. His left hand was also frozen, the fingers pushed deep and hard into the soft sack, clutching the quivering ball. At the same time, a huge long gush of sperm shot from the tip of his cock, splashing all over the towel and the sheets. The amount was enormous, landing in large pools all over the towel and sheets. Mandy could barely watch. Her body racked from the orgasm that was washing over her. She held her eyes open, concentrating on her own orgasm but still watching as gush after gush exploded out of him. He was literally pumping sperm out in huge amounts, gush after warm gush, over and over. She was now slumping against the washer, her fingers now slowly massaging the sensitive and quivering clit. It was almost too sensitive to touch but more than satisfying to her. She glanced up at him, seeing that he was still clutching a very fleshy but softening cock. Just his occasional jerks of it made it flop heavily around in his tight fist. There were still large globs of the cream dripping out of him. It had seemed like he pumped for at least several minutes, but she knew that was not likely. It had been a lot longer than any male she'd ever seen or experienced. She was exhausted and now the embarrassment was starting to come back to her. She again felt like a little girl, in awe of a male playing with himself. It was something that she had always heard about, but never witnessed. She had to admit that what she had just seen had been more arousing than any X rated movie that she had ever seen. It was obvious that he was exhausted and spent. His balls were drawn up tight, the skin tight and hard. His cock was soft but he continued to gently pump it, coaxing out the last sticky remnants onto the towel, now saturated below him. He slowly rose up, and then fell forward, his shaking arms holding him up above the gooey mess. She continued to watch, thinking that he would fall into the warm mess at any minute. He slumped in this position for several minutes, catching his breath, then rolled over onto his back, away from the cum soaked towel. He lay there; breathing hard, his arms and legs sprawled out beside him. He was exhausted. She could see a steady stream of milky white fluid still leaking from the soft cock. An Arrangement Ch. 04 After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly rolled over and got up from the bed. She froze, watching him closely, fearing that he would finally discover her. As he turned and headed into the bathroom, she quickly opened the door of her hiding place and made a quick dash to the stairway. Careful to avoid the spots that she knew would creak, she made her way into her bedroom. Safely in her own bedroom, she ran into the bathroom and quickly ducked her upper body into the shower water. Letting it run over her hair and upper body, she shut the water off and grabbed a towel. She knew that he would hear the water turn off. She toweled herself off quickly, and then putting on a robe, waited for what she thought was a safe amount of time. After several minutes, she left her bedroom and went back downstairs. When he looked out of his bedroom door, she was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the morning paper. Closing his bedroom door, he laughed softly to himself, thinking about how he feared that she might have discovered what he had been doing. He knew he was safe, she had seen nothing. An Arrangement Ch. 05 Ken got finished cleaning up and left soon after that. At that time, Mandy went back up to her room and started the shower that she had previously faked. The shower didn’t help her any. Even as the cold water ran over her body, she could feel her clit throbbing, begging for more attention. She didn’t know if she was mad or sexually frustrated. Either way, her body was suffering. Ok, she thought to herself, two can play at that game. She had been so close to an orgasm, and then he caught her, like letting her sexual tension drop like a ton of bricks. But she had remedied that from her secreted position in the laundry room. But now, her tender clit felt like it was demanding more. She had more than enjoyed watching him get himself off, and even better, getting herself off. She was sure that he was not aware of her watching him. But she was also sure that he was teasing her when he saw her at the table, and then closed the door, or so he thought. He was playing a game with her. Just like the game she was playing with him. If he wanted to play like that, she could play too. She was sure that she had been the stimulus to his more than plentiful orgasm. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. It had been fun playing this little game like they had. She knew what she had done to him just a few nights before and she suspected that he knew it. Then, she wasn’t sure but she suspected that he had returned the ‘favor’ the night before. She couldn’t remember what happened to her but suspected it. And she figured that he didn’t know what had happened to him, but that he suspected it. Since that time, both of them had toyed with the other one, on the verge of admitting what the other had done. By this time, Mandy could feel her pussy juice seeping out from between her lips. This is what he did to her. So now she wanted to make sure he was feeling the same thing. But how? She would have to think of situations that afforded her the chances to play with him, whether mentally or physically. One thing that had seemed to work very well was her skimpy bikini. It couldn’t get any skimpier than that. The only thing more revealing than that swimsuit would be wearing nothing at all. That would be too obvious. So she would go back to what had worked the day before, the skimpy white string bikini. It was obvious that the tiny covering had an affect on him. She figured that she could do the same thing, tucking the strings under the small coverings. But she would have to use body language or something else to make it more teasing to him. If she were to be teasing him, she knew that it would lead her to arousal. And she knew that it was like a vicious circle, arousal leading to stimulus, more stimulus leading to more arousal, on and on. Oh this is going to be fun, she thought to herself. She knew that Ken had some things to do and would be back around 2:00pm. She laughed, thinking how 2:00pm was such a good time to be tanning. The sun was just right and her tan needed some maintenance. She had awhile to think about it and thought would be very good for her stimulation. She kept going over the kitchen scene in her mind. The more than obvious view of her legs had definitely excited him. The huge erection sticking out proved that. But when she forced him to stand facing her, he was obviously embarrassed. A lot of males would have taken that as an advantage to ‘show it’ off and just pull it out. But he didn’t. He was rock hard and embarrassed at the same time, but not willing to continue their little cat and mouse game. His embarrassment actually turned her on more. He wasn’t arrogant or conceited, and possibly didn’t even know what he had between his legs. It was a dream cock and the huge balls just kept it functioning very well. By 1:45 pm, she was outside in the backyard, just in case he came home early. She had washed the white bikini and put it in the dryer. Putting the bikini in the dryer always caused it to shrink up, but this was not a bad thing. Besides, she only put this bikini on when she was trying to create less tan lines, or to attract attention. And this bikini attracted a lot of attention. This bikini was skimpy enough that she had basically stopped wearing it, except for tanning in private with no one around. It was way too revealing. It was one of the only swimsuits she had that even she was embarrassed when she looked in the mirror. She looked more like something out of a swimsuit issue, rather than a mature woman. She was impressed. If everything went accordingly, he would be too. How could he resist. He had teased her this morning, so now it was time to tease him. At 2:00 pm she was already beginning to sweat. She’d only been outside for a few minutes, chaise lounge set up, iced tea on the small table, and a heavy coating of baby oil and tanning lotion on her skin. Within minutes of lying down, the oil had soaked into her smooth skin and was only a sheen on her exposed body. She lay back and undid the string ties to the top of her bikini. Then, she undid the string ties to the bottom of her bikini. Just releasing the ties to her swimsuit made her arousal level soar. She could feel herself getting wetter by the minute. Since he had still not arrived, she carefully lay back and tucked the small strings under the tiny coverings over her nipples. Then, carefully and by barely moving, she tucked the bikini bottom ties under the less than tiny covering over her pubic area. The sun was baking down and caused her to feel even hornier as she lay there. Now all she had to do was wait. It wasn’t but a few minutes later that she heard his truck pull into the driveway. At least this time he wasn’t skidding on the gravel drive. She heard the truck door close and then silence. If he did what he normally did, he would appear within a few minutes, just to say hi and tell her that he was back. Sure enough, she felt a shadow over her prior to him speaking. Not surprisingly, there was about 30 seconds of silence before he spoke, giving him just enough time to admire her body. She wondered if he was thinking about the hard sex he had performed on himself, as much as she was thinking about it. She really wanted the chance to do to him, what he had done to himself. “Hey Mandy, catching a few rays?” he asked, with almost a snicker in his voice. Jumping slightly, she faked being startled, as if she had been asleep. She started to sit up but stopped suddenly. Lying back down, she laughed, saying, “Oh, we went through this yesterday. I’m not going to play that cover up game again. Are you seeing anything that you should not be seeing?” “I should have been asking you that, this morning.” He said laughing. Her attempt to fake being startled when he first walked up caused her bikini to shift just a little. There was just enough that he could see the tips of her nipples from where he stood. And if he stepped back a little, he would be getting a very good view of what had been hidden under the tiny bikini bottoms. He stepped back slightly. “No, I’m not even looking, you’re safe,” he added. His response to her comment about seeing anything that he liked scared her. She began to wonder if he had been aware of her in the laundry room, till she remembered that he had literally stood there in his bedroom, showing her his cock, before the shower water was ever turned on. She could admit to that one, but not to the laundry room voyeurism. She turned her head back toward him, “Want to join me? It’s awful warm out here and I just got started. I was almost asleep.” He quickly made an excuse of some work that he had to get done and that it would take awhile. He suggested that she go ahead and work on her tan, and that he would join her some other day. She had suspected that he would not join her. Even if he had, she had a plan for that one. Surprising just how much a man could see if a sleeping lady turned over while sun tanning. Especially if the lady had a swimsuit on that wasn’t even tied. But that could be used for another day. For now, she had another idea that would be more fun. She had been hoping that he would find an excuse to not sit with her. She knew exactly what he would be doing. He’d be inside the house, watching her. It was show time. They talked for a few minutes and he excused himself, telling her that he had to get busy. He then walked back to the house. She lay back, getting comfortable. The show was about to begin and she needed to prepare mentally. The physical preparation would come soon, but for now, all she had to do was relax and think. Thinking was the first step towards physical preparation. He had been gone for about 10 minutes when she made an obvious move to stretch out on the lounge. Doing this, she ‘accidentally’ lost her top. It slid off of her and onto the ground. She knew from the angle she was lying that he would be able to see her very well. She was correct. By that time, he was sitting comfortably at his bedroom window, watching every thing she did. Losing her top, she slowly sat up and looked around as if surprised. Seeing no one around, she slowly reached over and picked up the flimsy top. She sat there a moment, and then put the top down on the grass, retrieving the nearby suntan lotion. She sat up fully on the chaise lounge and spread her legs, placing her feet on each side of the lounge. She then undid the top of the lotion and poured out a liberal amount, spreading it slowly over her hands. She then slowly began to rub the lotion into her shoulders, stomach, and chest, spending a long time rubbing the warm lotion into her breasts. She spent even more time carefully rubbing the lotion into each hard and erect nipple. She figured that even from the window, he would be able to see her nipples very clearly as she worked them for several minutes. There was only about 30 to 40 feet from his window to where she was laying. Even if he wasn’t becoming aroused, she was more than aroused, feeling the wetness began to spread in her pussy. It was downright hot outside, but she was even hotter inside. Looking around as if she were self-conscious, she then spread more lotion onto her hands and began to work it into her long legs. She spent even more time once she reached her upper thighs, where her legs met her torso. By this time, the bikini bottom had completely fallen from her and was lying between her legs. She made no effort to pull it back up, letting it stay there while she spread the warm lotion all around her pubic area. Careful not to get burned in the very sensitive areas, she made an exaggerated motion of pulling the bottom back up into place and then tucking the strings back under the little patch of cloth. She then lay back on the lounge and acted as if she were beginning her tanning session again. She knew that he would surely be watching. Based on how he had acted the past two times he saw her when she was tanning, he would probably be nude by this point, a very erect cock sticking out. She wasn’t far from wrong. He had been watching but he wasn’t nude, yet. He had already removed his shirt and jeans, now clad in one very tightly stretched pair of underwear. It was time for them to come off. Watching through the window, he relieved the thick cock from their tight underwear and watched as it bounced into freedom. Dropping the underwear, he began to slowly rub the thick toy. He didn’t need any lubrication; he was supplying more than enough from his cock. He was more than enjoying her show. He was close enough to make out the small creamy white area between her legs. It barely could be called and area, about the size of two band-aids. He sat enjoying the view. She was close enough to his bedroom window that he could easily make out the muscle tone in her legs and the difference in the skin texture between her nipple and her areola. It had only been about 4 hours since he had dumped the huge load onto his sheets and towel, but being around her, he felt as if he hadn’t cum in years. Hoping that he was watching, she lay still for a minute or two just letting her arousal rise. Her top lying beside the chaise lounge, she relaxed, feeling the warm sunlight on her breasts. Her nipples weren’t use to this much exposure and began to tingle as the sun warmed them. Within a few minutes, they were more than warm, and beginning to feel hot. With no intent of sexual arousal, she squeezed more lotion into her hands and began to rub the heavy liquid into her sensitive nipples. This began to arouse her more, and also the voyeur in the window. She couldn’t help but continue rubbing them as they hardened between her fingers. She had been more than wet for quite awhile now and this was making her wetter. Meanwhile in his bedroom, Ken was almost to the point of throbbing. His cock was stretched out hard, the foreskin pulled back away from the head. He was to the point of dripping and most of that was accumulating in his slowly rubbing hand. He had rolled his fingers around the fat cock head and was massaging the thick pre-cum into his skin. He had already neared orgasm several times, just from the image he was seeing outside his window. He would slowly rub, feeling the intensity build till he was at the edge, then slow the rubbing down to almost nothing. He had become so thick in pre-cum that he had retrieved a towel to catch the excess. Now, sitting in an overstuffed chair, he had one leg draped over an arm of the chair, while the other leg stretched out and open wide in front of him. Occasionally he would stop the rubbing and concentrate on squeezing the huge balls, one at a time. Rhythmically coaxing each of them to pump out more of their clear fluid. Mandy had planned the scenario out to the end. Unless she was wrong, she would quietly lay in her chaise lounge, playing with herself. She knew that her own arousal level would heighten, the more she worked her body. Knowing that he was watching, would only egg her on, and then her body would egg her on to more activity. She was already wet enough that she could feel the thick fluid run from between her lips, down her ass cheeks. Even she was surprised at how wet she was becoming. With her top off, she remained lying back, allowing him to watch a topless show. It didn’t take long before her body demanded more attention, begging for a touch in the right places. Almost breathless, she slowly brought her right hand to her thigh. For her, this was an important moment. Normally, the only playing she did with herself was in her locked bedroom. But now she was lying outside, exposed for the entire world to see, and this one move, her hand to her thigh, signaled a no stopping point. If she touched herself, there would be no going back. She almost held her breath as her hand moved closer to the sensitive area between her legs. From there, it slowly moved across her body, tracing small gentle circles below her belly button. Barely touching herself, she played along the tan and very tight lower stomach muscles. She could feel herself beginning to tremble in her legs. She had never put on a show and the excitement was almost too much. She never thought she would become this aroused from doing what she had done many times in her bedroom. But this was definitely different. She was outside, where anyone could see her, and to make it more erotic, a handsome man was sitting and watching her show. She only hoped that he was enjoying it as much as she was enjoying it. The more her fingers moved just above her bikini line, the more aroused she became. She was quickly becoming bolder and was reaching a point that she didn’t care about the show, but wanted relief. Without even realizing it, her fingertips had moved to just under the bikini bottoms. As her fingertips touched the small white skinned area, she breathed in quickly. Instinctively, both of her legs spread slightly, moving off of the lounge and onto the warm grass. With her bare feet planted firmly on each side of the chaise lounge, she was spread open enough that her hand could move easily between her thighs. Her legs were beginning to quiver in anticipation. She had reached a point that she didn’t care, she wanted to cum. She didn’t care at this point who was watching. The fact that he might be watching was exciting, but her fingers were making her more excited. Pushing the bikini bottom down between her legs left her fully exposed. She didn’t care. Her fingers felt downward, finding the hard bud that was now fully exposed from under its hood. Just the first touch of it sent a shockwave through her body. Her back arched as the first throbs reverberated through her. She was going to cum and she couldn’t stop it. Now, totally nude on the chaise lounge, her legs opened farther. Her hand was moving rhythmically up and down, stroking the wet engorged lips. Her fingertips continued to brush the fully erect clit, making it scream in pleasure. She was hoping that he was watching. Hoping that he was enjoying the show as much as she was enjoying it. He was. In the darkness of his room, his stroking had taken on a more furtive movement. He was grasping the fleshy shaft harder, his other hand between his legs, squeezing the tender sack. He was now obscenely spread wide, his legs and stomach tight. He too was fast approaching orgasm. But neither of them wanted to hurry it. His hands were moving faster, his eyes glued to the dark tan body writhing on the lounge just outside his window. His right hand was now so covered in pre-cum that each stroke produced squishy sounds. She was also making squishy sounds. Her hand was moving in time with his hand. Quickly rubbing up and down she opened her legs farther. Now, each leg was stretched wide, resting on each side of the lounge. Her heels were dug into the grass, keeping her body taut on the lounge. Now, completely nude, she was enjoying the movement of her hand. She reached a point that she didn’t care if he was watching or not, her orgasm was welling up inside of her. She couldn’t hold on anymore. Using her other hand, she plunged a finger between the wet lips and began to slowly insert it. Just pushing past her vaginal opening started the momentum that was needed to start her orgasm. Her back arched high, pushing her breasts outward. Her legs tightened and stretched out wide, allowing her more access to the tender quivering areas. Both of her hands were working frantically, her entire body beginning to shake. She was gasping, her hands continuing to dance over the sensitive areas. Wave after wave crashed through her, making her entire body stiffen in extreme pleasure. At the same time, Ken had reached the same crescendo. His right hand worked frantically, stretching the thick foreskin up over the head, tightly. Then in a hard type of movement, his hand would jerk the foreskin downward, tight against his pubic bone. His other hand was squeezing each ball, rhythmically, stretching the sack outward away from his torso. He couldn’t hold on either. He was watching her as her hands moved quickly between her legs, then her back arched up high. At that same moment, his back arched, his legs shaking and stretching out, the muscles tight. The first spurt of cream shot out of him, splattering against the windowsill. Over and over, large bursts of thick cream shot out of the engorged cock head, landing on the carpet and his lower legs. His cock was still pumping hard, but nothing was coming out. He was panting, his chest heaving from the gasping that he was doing during the orgasm. His eyes were closed, enjoying the last warm feelings of an explosive orgasm. She too had her eyes closed, the feelings cascading over her body, the waves now lessening. Both of them slumped back into their own chairs at almost the same time. He was covered in his own goo; she was saturated between her tan thighs. They both were still panting, trying to recover from what would be a more than memorable solo experience. An Arrangement Ch. 05 After a couple of minutes, both of them had regained their composure. Ken was sitting in his chair, watching her, somewhat embarrassed that he was responding to her as if he was a 15 yr old. She was now quickly gathering up her tiny bikini, trying to put it back on but gave up because of her embarrassment. She was more than embarrassed quickly looking around to see if anyone had seen her. Now, as the throes of her orgasm quickly faded, she was coming back to an un-arousing reality. No longer desperately horny, she was now becoming very self-conscious. She was sure that Ken had been watching, but now she felt mortified. Getting only her top partially back on, she covered herself in her towel and quickly got up, moving toward the house. At the same time, he grabbed a nearby towel and was heading toward the bathroom to clean up. They both met in the hallway, literally running into each other. Shocked at seeing the other, and from their impact into each other, each of them lost their towel. Her bikini top was jumbled up, barely covering one breast. Not wearing her bikini bottom, her inner thighs were covered with her sticky wetness. Him, with his towel on the floor, stood with a very fat but very cum covered cock. His thighs and lower legs were saturated. They both jumped back, embarrassed at having been caught by the other. Standing there, each of them slowly broke into a smile, then quickly grabbed up their towels. Without saying a word, each of them headed to their own bathrooms. With each standing under a hot shower, both of them were thinking about what the other had seen. He was more than impressed with her now conscious appearance, nude and darkly tanned, and especially the thick fluid smeared all over her thighs. She was now more than impressed, remembering how his cock looked so thick, and especially how covered he was in his own cream. She had now seen the evidence of two huge orgasms, only hours apart. He was more than potent when it come to amount. They were both smiling. Each looked very inviting to the other. Each one decided to carry the little game farther. An Arrangement Ch. 06 In the shower, both of them kept thinking of what they had just seen. Surprisingly, he was again hard, letting the hot water wash over him, thinking of what he had just witnessed. She was a gorgeous tan female, laying on a chaise lounge and masturbating in front of him. He couldn’t get the image out of his mind, her back arched and her hands working feverishly between those gorgeous legs. She was also enjoying the hot shower, thinking of what she had seen in the hallway. She had no idea of what had happened, but suspected that he had been watching, judging by the creamy fluids all over him. She surmised that he was more than enjoying her show. She was still amazed at the amount of rich cream that he had extracted from himself in such a short time. She wondered, laughing to herself, if it might have been images of her. Both of them were again aroused, just thinking over what had transpired. But as the arousal wore off, each of them began to worry about facing the other. She was already more than embarrassed at what she had just done. Never in her life had she made such a public display of herself, even if no one else had been watching. She was by no means, the type that would masturbate outside of her dark, locked bedroom. She was almost shocked at what she had just done. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became. But it had felt very good. It was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. But he would probably laugh at her. But then again, the amount of cum all over him told her that he wasn’t laughing. He on the other hand was also worried about facing her. He felt like he was about 13 or 14 years old again. Hiding in the bathroom at his parent’s house, frantically rubbing a very young and immature little cock, spewing out a few drops of the white cream. But now he was an adult, a grown man. And here he was, sitting in a darkened bedroom, spying on his landlord, rubbing a more than mature large cock. The amount of cum had drastically changed, but the embarrassment was still there. He was red-faced just thinking about it. And the fact that she had seen him in the hallway was more than he could stand. She had seen his semi hard cock, and worse than that, she was adult enough to understand what the white goo on his legs was. He was literally mortified. He saw himself coming and going to the house at hours when she would be asleep. It would be hard to even face her. She’d probably laugh at him. What he didn’t know was that she wasn’t laughing. Both of them were horrified at what had just happened. It didn’t matter what each suspected that the other had done to them, either medicated or passed out. That was different. That was in fun and sort of like having a really big secret. But this had all occurred during the day, in broad daylight, while they were in full control of their faculties. This was some serious stuff. They were both turning into sex addicts, feeding off of each other’s signals. Without knowing it, each of them ended their showers, took an extra long amount of time to dry off and get ready to possibly face each other again. Ken finished first, and fearfully walked into the kitchen. He couldn’t hear her and looked outside. Her car was there, but she was nowhere around. Meanwhile, she was upstairs, locked in her bedroom, dreading the first face-to-face meeting with Ken. She was almost in tears, thinking of what he must be thinking. Ken considered this a chance to escape. Maybe with a little bit of time, she would not think of him as some type of pervert. He quickly headed out the door and to his truck, leaving for an unspecified errand. She could hear him leave and breathed a deep sigh of relief as she headed down the stairs. They both were thinking that a little time would help each of them. Ken drove the distance into town and went to a local coffee shot. There, mulling it all over, with a cup of coffee, he thought back to her lying on the chaise lounge. Damn, no matter how much he thought about it, it was all highly erotic. It wasn’t long before he could feel his cock swelling, under the diner table. The more he though about her back arching, dark tanned body and bikini tossed to the side, the wetter he became. She was a magnificent creature. But after this afternoon, she probably wouldn’t even talk to him. She was no doubt, aware of what he had been doing in his room. It was all over him, how could she not know. He sat there; sipping his coffee, hoping the huge erection would go down. She was probably planning his eviction at that very moment. She too was sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of coffee. Strange how coffee seems to be a drink of choice when things are going bad. She too was mulling over the afternoon indiscretion. She couldn’t believe that her arousal had led her to totally undressing, outside, and then continuing on to make herself cum. She also couldn’t help but notice that she was getting wetter, thinking about what had happened. She was still ashamed of having done her little show, but she was also more than aroused, thinking about what she had seen in the hallway. There was a world of difference in playing with his cock when he was unconscious, and him being fully awake and aroused. And she could not get the image out of her mind, of him in the hallway, his thick cock hanging between his legs. Knowing that he had masturbated to her show made her more than wet. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad afternoon after all. It was after seven when he finally got up enough nerve to go back home. All the way home he kept dreading the initial conversation with her. But he also couldn’t seem to get rid of the erection that was plaguing him. Just the image of her on the chaise lounge would plunge him into a vicious circle of arousal. She wasn’t immune to the image of him either, making her wet just thinking about him. But she too was dreading his arrival. He would have to come back sometime. She was sure that he thought she was some type of sex fiend or slut. At around 7:15 he pulled into the driveway. He slowly got out of his truck and hoped that his erection would go down by the time he got inside. Luckily, it did. He entered the house and figured that he might as well get it over with. She was as reluctant as he was, when she heard him pull up. She immediately got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. Surely he would be thinking that she was crazy. Surely she would be thinking that he was a pervert. But those images ….. That each envisioned. Walking into the kitchen, they both almost ran into each other again. Embarrassed, they both started talking at the same time. Laughing, they both stopped. She stepped back, and asked if he wanted some coffee or a drink. She wasn’t even sure why she suggested a drink. Thinking about it, he thought that a drink might help him relax and told her that he’d mix if she would get the glasses and ice. Both of them started to relax. Mixing the drinks, he told her that he had gotten busy and had to take care of business in town. She was more relaxed and told him how she had gotten busy here at the house. Neither of them had mentioned anything about the afternoon. They both were thinking that maybe the afternoon wasn’t that bad. He was thinking of how his orgasm had been more productive than his normal amounts, while she was thinking that her orgasm had been more powerful than anything she ever felt before. They both were getting more than relaxed, sitting at the table. After about 30 minutes of talking, they both were relieved to find that the other was not bringing up the events of the afternoon. They were both thinking about it, but not mentioning it. The more they thought about it, the more aroused each became. He found himself getting hard under the table, watching her butt as she stood at the sink. She found herself getting aroused, watching the obvious bulge in his jeans as he stood at the refrigerator. It didn’t take long before Mandy announced that she was going to change clothes and would be right back. Ken wasn’t sure what this meant, but he mixed them both another drink and waited for her. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing a full-length bathrobe, her hair pulled up away from her neck. She looked comfortable and warm, ready for bed. At that point, since he had mixed another round of drinks, he decided to get comfortable also. He told her that he was going to change and would be right back. Sitting at the table, she continued to think of the tight hard line, extending from about the middle of his jean zipper, outward and down his thigh. That was too obvious to not be noticed. She couldn’t help but notice it. It looked so delicious to her. He wasn’t acting as if he was aroused, but chitchatting in normal conversation. The conversation was nothing erotic or arousing. She finished her drink and made them both another one. She knew that she didn’t need another drink, but it would at the very least, help her to sleep. When he returned to the kitchen, she was mildly surprised. She didn’t know what to expect when he went to change. Normally, he retired to his room and she didn’t see him after that. He walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of short white jogging shorts and an oversized t-shirt. He looked almost athletic in the attire. His legs were long and darkly tanned, very good-looking legs for a guy. She even laughed to herself, thinking that he would have great legs in panty hose. He had legs that most women would love to have. But she had seen them before, or at least had seen them from their backside when he was unconscious. The part that caught her attention the most was the huge bulge in the front of his shorts. She wondered where the length had gone, that had been so obvious in his jeans. The shorts were short enough that his cock easily could have been hanging out of the bottom leg opening. But it wasn’t. Yet he was bulging hugely. She wondered where in those shorts he was able to hide that entire fleshy toy. With him standing at the kitchen counter, she could see the bulge sticking out, more than obvious. He turned, seeing her looking at his crotch. Immediately he blushed bright red and looked away. She smiled, thinking how much she liked his shyness. “So, what did you do in town, this afternoon,” she asked him. “Oh, not much. I had several little chores to take care of. I also had to run by the station and sign some reports. The usual, boring stuff.” He looked at her, hoping that he sounded convincing. He immediately launched into an explanation about police reports and having to double check everything. As the mood returned to somewhat normal, they both relaxed and continued their conversation. He got up and mixed them another drink. By this time, they were both feeling no pain, and the embarrassment of the earlier afternoon had quickly faded. Both were feeling very relaxed. It wasn’t much later that they both were sitting at the table, quietly talking about their own lives and expectations. He told her of his divorce and of the past several years after moving from his home state. She told him of her husband’s death and the years of trying to cope, after his death. By this time, they were both extremely relaxed, if not downright drunk. But even being drunk, Ken couldn’t help but notice her shape through the full-length bathrobe. When she got up from the table, he would all but stare at her shape, under the bathrobe. And in turn, she would just stare at the even larger bulge in his shorts when he got up from the table. Neither of them were concerned enough to look away, when caught staring at the other. Without knowing of the other’s condition, they were both more than wet. He wasn’t hard but had thickened enough that it was hard to hide such a large amount of flesh. The pre-cum was leaking from him as if someone had been playing with his semi hard cock. He was so thick that it bulged out obviously. She was about as wet as she could get. Even as she sat and crossed her legs, she could feel her own juices squish out from between the engorged pussy lips. It wouldn’t take much before she would have to get tissues just to soak up her juices. He was thinking almost the same thing, trying to sit so that it wasn’t so obvious. Their serious conversation continued. She felt her face flush as he rose up from the table and her eyes just followed his loose fitting shorts. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring at the bulge. He couldn’t help but notice her, but was just intoxicated enough to enjoy the feeling of being ogled by a gorgeous female. It made his cock twitch, just knowing that he was being inspected. Standing above her, he returned her gaze, by looking straight down into her loose fitting robe. She was wearing nothing beneath it and with the way she was sitting, he could see her erect nipples. He was silently hoping that her arousal was a result of his presence. She kept her gaze on his crotch, just smiling dreamily. She slowly looked up at his face, just in time to see his eyes move from her breasts, to her eyes. It felt good that a man was noticing her. She felt that he had been ‘noticing’ her earlier in the afternoon, but she couldn’t be sure. Sitting here face to face, playing this little arousal game was very different. It was more direct and a lot more fun. There was very little wondering to it. She glanced down again at the growing bulge and smiled. He quickly walked over to the refrigerator for more ice. He could actually feel his cock swell as he walked. He was almost embarrassed, but felt a sudden surge of arousal, just thinking of what she was doing. This made him grow a little bit more. He still wasn’t hard, but was almost there. Since their conversation and little game was going so well, and the fact that the alcohol had taken a toll on both of them, she decided to play a little longer. Besides, she figured that since he had not quickly left for his bedroom, he was a willing participant in the game. By this point, she knew that she wanted him, or at the very least, she wanted his body. He was thinking almost the same thing. His problem was that there was no way that he could encourage her behavior, without becoming rock hard or just waving it around in her face. Either of those choices would probably send her screaming from the room. He wasn’t sure what to do. If she were enjoying the view of him, then he would just let it continue. He turned around and walked back to the table, her eyes on his crotch the entire time. As he sat down, she slumped back in her chair, her butt resting on the edge of her seat. She stretched her legs out under the table and settled back, relaxing. Her eyes stayed on him as he sat back down. Feeling a little bit braver, he let his gaze wander to her open top, plainly seeing plenty of her tan cleavage. She had gorgeous breasts. He found himself wondering if her nipples were sunburned from the afternoon’s full exposure in the sun. He let his mind wander to the idea of applying an after sun lotion to her erect nipples. Just the mere thought of this sent a surge of blood into his almost hard cock. He worried for a moment, knowing that he was growing harder, but then relaxed and enjoyed the sensations, letting it grow to full length and thickness. He could actually feel a glob of pre-cum oozing up toward the mouth of his cock. She was sitting at the head of the table, as he was sitting on the side of it. From where they were sitting and the distance, each of them could see the other’s body in entirety. Her legs were stretched out under the table. He couldn’t afford to stretch out his legs, because it would make his erection more than noticeable. So he continued to sit up straight, enjoying the swelling between his partly clasped thighs. Moving slightly, the robe fell away from her, allowing a partial view of her tanned legs. The robe was tied at her waist, but he had a clear view of her legs, up to above the knee. They were beautiful legs. This only went to insure his erection would last longer as more blood pumped into the thick member. He took in a good view of the legs, savoring them. She just sat and smiled at him. As he sat there enjoying the view, he sat back in his chair, tilting it back on its legs. By doing this, it slightly pushed his bulge upward, making it even more obvious. As he sat there watching her, he could see her mouth pop open as she stared at the bulge between his legs. In that position, his balls were pushing up on his cock, making it appear even fatter than it already was. Two could play at this game, he thought to himself. He continued in the trivial conversation, talking about nothing. She sat, her eyes glued to the area hidden under his white shorts. If she stared long and hard enough, she could actually make out the swollen head and shaft. He just smiled as he watched her staring. Looking up and seeing him watching her, she smiled back and continued their conversation. By reaching out toward her mixed drink on the table, her body weight shifted, allowing her robe to fall open revealing both of her breasts. She was slightly sunburned, after ‘full’ exposure to the sun and appeared very dark with a hint of redness to her chest. Her body movement caused her robe to part even farther, her robe falling open all the way up to her waist. Ken could see the entire length of her legs. With her legs together, he could only see the very top of a tiny patch of white skin. It was his turn for his mouth to hang open. She sat there, smiling at him as he stared at her body. She made no effort to cover up. To afford him full opportunity to take in the sight, she smiled and then let her head drop back, staring up at the ceiling. She continued talking to him, knowing full well that his eyes were running a path between her exposed breasts and her long legs. By the time that she brought her attention back to him, he was still staring at her, his mouth still open, but with a slight smile. She made an obvious glance down at his crotch to see his erection sticking straight up under the flimsy short shorts. He was huge. With his shorts sticking up like a tent, the leg openings were fully ballooned out, allowing her to see the smooth hairless skin of his sack. On one side of his leg opening, she could see the obvious ball, fully exposed and hanging out. It was huge, about the size of an avocado, more than full and obviously ripe. Her mouth began to hang open, still trying to comprehend just how much cream could be inside the fleshy ball. She had played with them just a few nights before, but that was with him on his stomach. At that time she had to move them around, just to be able to get her hand around him. Here, with him being fully awake, it was totally different. His cock and his balls seemed to be even bigger. She really wanted to play with him, to feel the throb in his thick shaft, to feel the head balloon up in her hand. She then quickly imagined holding onto those balls as they slapped against her butt, his cock buried inside of her. She envisioned squeezing them, forcing them to spew more and more deep inside of her. She could also feel herself getting very wet, and then realized that the wetness might be seen by him. He was still sitting there, taking in the sites. She sat forward, pulling her bathrobe top closer to her chest, closing off the view. By then he had recovered, sitting and staring at the table while sipping his drink. He was more than aware that he was showing. It was obvious to him and he knew that she had seen almost everything that was not hidden by the shorts. He could feel his cock throb, just knowing that she could see under the flimsy fabric. He was tempted to open his legs wider, allowing her a better view, but thought against it. It was too obvious and bordered on being crude. He almost immediately pulled his legs closer together. When he glanced at her, her gaze was focused on the bulge in the middle of his shorts, his cock. As he closed his legs together, he could see her blush, and then look up at him. She’d been caught, just as he had been caught. She then began blushing, looking away. There were several moments of awkward silence, both of them fidgeting with their drink glasses. An Arrangement Ch. 06 His cock wasn’t going down any and he hoped that she wouldn’t want him to stand up for any reason. Her wetness was spreading out from between her legs and she now knew that she would have to keep her legs together, or let him see the obvious. She felt her thighs tighten up as she clamped them together. They both sat there for a moment, in silence. It had been more than erotic, this game they were playing for the past hour or so, but now they were both embarrassed. Looking at the wall clock, he mentioned that it was getting late. Almost immediately she stood up, agreeing that it was later than she thought. He wasn’t so quick to stand, hoping that his erection would go down, but it did not. After her waiting on him, he slowly stood up. His shorts were still bulging outward, a huge presence under the shorts fabric. She couldn’t resist as she stood staring at it, knowing that he was embarrassed. His face was blood red, but the bulge only seemed to grow a little, shifting around under his shorts. She continued her gaze, finally saying, “You really should do something about that, it looks painful.” “It’s getting really late, I need to get to bed.” He mumbled, looking away from her gaze. “Maybe you could take matters in hand, so to speak,” she said softly, her eyes still on the now growing bulge. She was actually smiling at him. He didn’t know what to say. He could only stand there, looking down, wanting to bolt for his bedroom. “I, ah, I should, I need to …” He stumbled over his own sentence. By now he was rock hard, his shorts sticking straight out from his body. She loved the teasing of him. Looking down at his obvious arousal, she bent down closer for a better look. He didn’t move, but continued staring at the floor. She thought for a moment that she had actually seen his cock twitch under the soft fabric. “I think you’re getting wet. You really should do something with that. I’m sure it would be extremely pleasurable. Anything that is that big.” Her words trailed off as she continued her visual inspection of him. He was even more embarrassed as he looked down and saw the obvious wet spot on his shorts. There was enough pre-cum spreading over his shorts that it appeared that he had already cum. His shorts were so wet that they were actually shining from the amount of moisture on the fabric “I have to go,” he said, his face blood red. He couldn’t even look up at her, missing the fact that she was smiling as she watched his face. She was now starting to feel bad. She had not meant to hurt him or embarrass him. Her intent was to arouse him, to bring him out further into the game that they both were playing. He mumbled about it being late, and immediately turned, quickly heading for his bedroom. He went into his room without saying anything, closing and locking his bedroom door. “Ken wait, I didn’t mean anything. I wasn’t trying to,” her words again trailed off. He wasn’t listening. She turned off the lights and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. She couldn’t get the image out of her mind, of the huge bulge he was showing. Lying in bed, she couldn’t sleep, thinking about the thickness that she was already familiar with. He was huge and she wanted to go back downstairs and crawl into bed with him. There, she could play with the huge toy, having him penetrate her over and over till they both fell asleep, exhausted. She also wanted to apologize to him. She had not meant to hurt his feelings or embarrass him. She slowly fell asleep, her finger moving softly between the puffy wet lips of her pussy. She was more than wet, but she was also feeling very frustrated. The two orgasms earlier in the day had not satisfied her. Meanwhile he laid in his bed, his cock so hard that he felt as if the skin would split. It was always hard to fall asleep with something that big sticking out. It made it hard to turn over, hard to sleep on your stomach, and just plain hard to go to sleep. But eventually he did fall asleep, dreaming of being on top of her, moving in and out of her in a slow rhythm. They both had trouble sleeping that night. An Arrangement Ch. 07 Both of them slept late the next morning, exhausted from the prior day of playing their little game. And both of them woke up, just a little bit sore. For the first time since he could remember, Ken could actually feel a deep dull ache in his balls. Something he had not felt since the one night with a girlfriend in which he went 6 times in 12 hours. But that had been when he was a lot younger. The ache was not from arousal, but from the continuous pumping and hard contractions of the two massive orbs. Mandy was suffering from somewhat similar problems, her more than explosive orgasms had left her inner muscles aching, as if they had been thoroughly worked over. Her body wasn’t use to this much arousal and relief. Her idea of relief in the past years had been a very rushed orgasm by her own hand, then off to sleep. But each of them was already becoming aroused at the thought of the day before. Mandy was even feeling a slight tingling in her nipples and her pubic area, from a slight case of sunburn. This left her feeling slightly aroused since the sunburn kept her nipples standing erect for the better part of the day. After waking up, Ken quickly went into the kitchen and got the coffee going. At the rate the two of them were going, they would soon start missing meals and not taking care of work obligations. He had been on his days off and had to go back to work later in the day. She had neglected her appointments with her ranch workers, but wasn’t too worried since they knew what to do and what to take care of. But today, she would have to get some of her work done. She couldn’t put it off anymore. As the coffee was finished brewing, he grabbed a quick cup and headed back toward his bedroom. Again, they ran into each other in the hallway. Laughing, she made the usual comment, “We really have to stop meeting this way.” Both of them laughed, but both of them were blushing obviously. They both laughed and she headed into the kitchen as he stood in the doorway. He told her that he had to get some work taken care of and was suppose to be working an evening shift that day. She told him how she had to get some of her work done also. In essence, they were both asking each other for a reprieve for the day, giving their bodies a rest. Just seeing her in that familiar bathrobe started him to thinking about her legs underneath it. Her seeing him reminded her of the huge bulge that she had been admiring just hours before. Within a few minutes, both were getting wet, just watching the other as they moved about the room. The longer they stood there talking, the more they watched each other, thinking of the past few days events. She couldn’t get the image of his soft, but hugely thick cock hanging softly between his legs, out of her mind. And he couldn’t forget the image of her arching back, tightened thighs and nude body laying on the chaise lounge. His cock was growing thicker by the minute, at about the same rate that her pussy was beginning to exude her moisture. Neither of them wanted to end the conversation, but both of them knew that the day would be lost if they didn’t separate. After several more moments, he announced that he had to get ready and headed to his bedroom. Moving to the hallway, she debated on trying to look in on him again, hoping to see him play with that magnificent fleshy toy. Even as he closed the bedroom door, he hoped that she might be tempted to work on her tan, as long as he was around. He was about half hard, the bulge starting to push out on his bathrobe. “Damn,” he thought to himself, remembering her on the chaise lounge and in the hallway after dropping her towel. She had the most gorgeous body he had ever seen. She slowly walked back into the kitchen, remembering his hands working his body the day before and especially the long gushes of white cream shooting out of him. She wanted that feeling to be inside her, gush after gush with her controlling the output. She wasn’t sure if she could handle his balls as roughly as he did, but she more than wanted to try. Obviously, the key to his sexual response was in the two massive balls. They controlled his orgasms. His cock was beautiful but his balls made the cock function so well. She kept thinking back to what it felt like, trying to get her hand around the fat cock when he was passed out. It was difficult, but she managed to successfully make him cum hard. She wanted the chance to play with his toys again, and enjoy them to their fullest. What had been going on for the past couple of days had been a mind game, sprinkled with bouts of a physical, sexual game. The entire time was more than sexual, but brought about by mental play. She wanted to make that a sexual game, sprinkled with bouts of a mind game. With the exception of him being passed out, everything that had happened had been solitary to some degree. One person physically playing, while the other one was watching. She wanted it to be one on one, physical and together. She wasn’t sure if he wanted that. She suspected that he did, but was worried whether she would get a chance. If she just approached him and told him what she was thinking, he might want to play also, but if he didn’t, then he might be leaving quickly. She didn’t want to chance that. On the past two occasions that she had been active, he had been playing in private. All he had to do was ‘join in’ so to speak. But he had been solitary with his own pleasure. Except for that one night when she was medicated. But even then she wasn’t sure if he did anything or not. And if he did, it was solitary, while she was asleep. It was time for her to move in on him. To make it clear what was going on, and hope for the best. She would have to make a move that would force him to see just how much fun they could have, together. But if he didn’t ……. The more she thought about it, the more she decided that she would have to become the aggressor, forcing him to perform what he had been doing privately. She knew that she wanted to do that. Just the thought of control over him made her wet. She knew that he was more than interested in her, the almost always present bulge proved that. She would force him to face what he had been missing, one way or another. But how could this be done? This would take some work. He was more than willing to stick around and watch while she sunbathed. He always became obviously aroused when she teased him or allowed him to watch her. She would force him to enjoy himself, with her. She had an idea on how to proceed. It was a kinky idea, but if it worked, it would have fabulous results. And if it didn’t work, it would still be fun, but would result in him probably moving out the very next morning. She could only try. She was going to force him to enjoy himself, with her. She would have to wait two days, until his next days off to roll around. But in between, she could prep him for the event. After her shower, she looked in the mirror. She was about as darkly tanned as she could get. At least her nipples didn’t sunburn as badly as she had feared. She felt ready for what she was about to do. She wasn’t a conceited type, but looking in the mirror, she felt that he would not be able to resist her body. Over the next few days and nights, she would show him as much as she dared in order to peak his interests and his arousal. It shouldn’t be too hard to do, based on what they had done to each other over the past few days. Each night when he came home from his evening shift, and each morning when he came to the kitchen, she made it a point to be around. On the first night, she had already planned ahead and faked being asleep when he walked in the door. It wasn’t her being asleep in front of the television that was interesting; it was what she was wearing. Lying on the couch, she was clad only in a short white cotton tank top and matching panties. She could hear him come into the room and could feel his eyes on her. Faking sleep, she lay there letting him enjoy the view till he made a sound. Then she suddenly sat up, and quickly went and got her robe. He had seen plenty of her. Coming back to the room, she couldn’t help but notice the large swelling in his uniform pants. On the second night, she sat up with him, having a drink while wearing a short kimono robe. Even standing up with it covering her, it barely covered anything. It barely even covered her tight and shapely butt. She made it a point to do a lot of standing at the kitchen sink, with her back to him. Again, this was more than effective, his cock straining under his pants. It was more than obvious to her as he tried to hide it. And on that occasion, he even went back to his room to change, putting on another pair of shorts that gave her a good view of what she was most interested in. She was more than wet that night, watching the bulge moving under his shorts as he squirmed in his chair. On each occasion, she gave him more than ample view of her long legs. Each morning she would do similar things to peak his interests. On one morning she wore the short kimono, letting it fall open to give him the most view of her breasts. And on the next morning she wore a pair of jogging shorts that hugged her hips and pubic mound, showing almost as much as nothing would have shown. Again, his erection was obvious as he sat trying to hide it from her. She was surprised that with all that she was doing, he didn’t just come out and make a move on her. It would have been obvious to anyone that she was seducing him. He wasn’t blind. He was taking it all in. She only hoped that he wasn’t wasting his arousal while in the shower, or in bed, alone at night. With as much sperm as he had already put out, that she had witnessed, she figured that he had plenty to spare. She wanted to make good use of all that sperm and the fun of taking it out of him. She knew that his arousal was peaked, after two days of her advertising. It wasn’t hard to notice the bulging, each and every time they were near each other. His arousal wasn’t wasted on her. He had begun to play the game also. The more blatant she became, the more he began to respond in kind. After coming home at night, he would go to his room and change. When he came back into the living room, she would just sit and stare at the shorts he was wearing, the ones that showed almost every muscle between his legs. It was almost like wearing nothing, with her seeing the outline of his cock, his shaft, the cock head and the massive balls. He could have been wearing Saran Wrap for what the shorts did for him. There was nothing left to the imagination. She would find herself literally going to bed, soaking wet between her luscious thighs. It was something that did not miss his attention either. This game went on for each of the days that he worked, when he came home and when he went to work. In between, she would strive to get her work done and be ready for the next round, when he arrived. She even spent a little bit of time, working on her almost perfect tan, something that he also didn’t miss. She loved the game. He did too. He was beginning to show her more and more, without being blatant. He was making her as aroused as she was making him. He would sit in such a way that she could see a portion of his massive cock, just enough to make her mouth water. Seeing her in her short kimono would only make him begin to bulge more. He would use this to his advantage, standing up and allowing her to take in the full shape of what was underneath the short shorts. Add to this, several mixed drinks and it was a wonder that both of them weren’t on the floor, doing the sexual dance. By the time his days off rolled around, they were both at a sexual peak. Each one was dying to get his or her hands on the other one. Without saying anything, neither of them could wait any longer. He felt as if he was about ½ hard all day, even at work, just thinking about her. She found herself being wet, even when doing chores around the house, just thinking about him. Neither one of them couldn’t stand it anymore. But each of them was worried also. He was more than aware of her advances toward him. She was more than aware of his attraction toward her. They had both played with the other, without their consent, but that wasn’t the same as where they were headed. She worried that if she broached the idea of them playing together, he might back away. Worst-case scenario, he might even move out. She also had the fear that he would think she was a sex fiend or worse, a slut. He on the other hand was worried that what he was thinking was not the case. Sure, she was being forward and more than friendly, but did that mean that she wanted to actively play? One on one was a world away from what they had been doing to each other so far. On his last day at work he was scheduled to work an odd shift. He went to work at 9:00am and would end his shift at 5:00pm. He was almost worried about going home that day. His last days off had been so much fun that he wasn’t sure he could handle another round of days off. The sexual tension was killing him. She too was nervous, knowing that when he came home later in the day, it would signal a new round of games. She had several ideas and would have to just play them as they came up. Either way, she was still worried about the outcome. All she could do was set the activity into motion and hope for the best. The day went pretty quietly for Ken. For Mandy, she took care of the things that had to be done, almost guaranteeing that she would not be required around the ranch for the next couple of days. She spent a portion of the day, getting her ‘props’ ready for that night. The rest of the day she spent on her tan, then a long hot soak in the bath, getting ready for him to come home. She worked on her hair and make-up, making sure to look great, but not to look too made up. She had already thought it out. She would either get him to make a first move with her, or she would force him to become part of her move. Either way, the game would really begin or possibly end by that night. Her body dictated that it had to be done. Ken came home at around 5:20 that evening. Mandy had started waiting for him from about 4:30 on. She was ready and was setting her plan into motion. Going from window to window, watching for his truck to come down the road. Everything was ready. She knew each step that she would take. As Ken walked up to the front door, she positioned herself in the kitchen. As he came through the front door, she began her exit from the kitchen. When he stepped into the living room, she had just come out of the kitchen. His mouth almost dropped as he stepped into the house. She acted surprised to see him, but immediately spoke up, “Hi, are you home already? I must have lost track of time, is it after 5:00?” He just stood there at the door, his mouth open in surprise, and then turned into a big smile. “Yes, it’s 5:25, I just got off,” he said, staring at her. She stood there in the door coming from the kitchen, wearing her very skimpy white bikini. The strings were actually tied, but very loosely, allowing her top to be loose enough that her breasts hung outward. With the light inside the house, she looked almost black with her dark tan. The white bikini just set off the contrast between her tan and the swimsuit. “Oh,” she said in surprise, “I did lose track of time, I thought that it was earlier.” “How was your day?” she asked, leaning with her hip against the sofa. He was still standing there, but at least the shocked looked had gone away. He just watched her, taking in her body, barely covered by the small pieces of cloth. He couldn’t stand it, as he viewed her raw sexuality. He could feel the bulge between his legs begin to swell under his uniform pants. She didn’t seem to be shy or worried about her lack of clothing. Her working on her tan in the back yard was one thing, but now she was just standing there, in the house, looking as sexual as she could be. He began to swell more. She just smiled coyly, “I said, how was your day?” not missing the fact that he could barely speak as his eyes traveled from her legs to her breasts. “Oh, uhhh, it was good. Nothing to speak of, a really quiet day.” He mumbled, embarrassed at the fact that he couldn’t collect his thoughts. He immediately wondered if the bulge was as obvious to her, as it felt to him. She just smiled and leaned more into the sofa. “Well, it’s your days off. Want me to fix you a drink?” she asked, smiling at him. “Sure, a drink would be great,” he mumbled, trying to regain his composure. It was obvious where he was looking and she was looking right at his eyes. She just continued her smile and stepped back away from the sofa. He moved toward the hallway leading to his bedroom, undoing his gun belt as he walked. “No, don’t take it off, yet. I think it’s neat. I’ve never been around a police officer before,” she said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “It’s that authority thing,” she said with a big grin. She stepped back as if to get a good look at him in the uniform. Still making no move to cover herself, she looked at him from head to foot. “Wow, that does create an image, sort of makes you the real stud,” she laughed. He wondered if she was referring to the now obvious bulge in his pants or to the uniform itself. “Uhhh, what do you mean,” he said, trying to smile. “The uniform, don’t all women like a man in uniform?” she asked in a surprised voice. “Oh, the uniform. I’ve heard that but never experienced it,” he answered, laughing. “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.” “Well, it looks damn good to me,” she said, staring at his even larger bulge, making it obvious as she licked her lips. He immediately turned red in the face, looking away from her. “Well, if you’re going to change, then I’ll change too,” she said, tempting him and hoping that he’d give the right reply. She stood back, crossing her arms over her chest. “No, no, don’t do that,” he quickly responded, trying to think of something to say. “You look comfortable, and there’s no sense in changing.” He had no idea of what she might put on, but anything would be more covering than what she was wearing right now. And he did not want more covering. “Ok then, let’s have that drink,” she said, quickly turning and heading into the kitchen. He followed her, watching the sway in her hips as she walked into the kitchen. “Damn, she looked so good from this view,” he thought to himself. He could feel the bulge in his pants growing. In the kitchen she immediately went to the cabinet while he got ice from the refrigerator. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her legs, spread slightly as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the glasses in the cabinet. It was the perfect pose for a woman with gorgeous legs. In this position, any woman’s legs looked good, especially Mandy’s. He couldn’t help but just stand and stare at them. Before changing her position, she suddenly turned her head back toward him, seeing him staring at her. She didn’t move her position as she asked, “Do you know what you want?” He stammered, having been caught peaking at her. “Uhhh, what do you mean?” He was caught again, as usual and was finding it hard to talk. “Scotch or bourbon,” she asked, grinning. She was having so much fun at this, and was getting wetter by the moment. She found herself wondering if it was as much fun to him as it was to her. She figured that it was, based on the way his pants were pushed out in the front. At the very least, it was unbelievably arousing to her. So far, everything was going as she felt it would. She mixed the drinks as he sat back down, trying to hide his hugeness. She came back to the table, putting a mixed drink down in front of him. He was still watching her closely. “I’m surprised that you are still in your swimsuit,” he said quietly. An Arrangement Ch. 07 “Why, don’t you like it?” she was still standing above him. “Besides, I think you’ve seen all of this before,” she added, looking down at herself. “I’ll change if you want me to.” “No, no, not at all. I like it. It makes you look very ….” His words trailed off. He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. She just sat waiting for the end of his sentence. “No, the suit looks great on you. Don’t change, unless you want to,” he said, feeling stupid in what he was saying. She just smiled and sat down. “So, how did your day go?” “Nothing new. It was a really quiet day. A few accidents, helping old ladies across the street, you know, the usual.” He told her trying to laugh. She just sat and watched him, then slowly pulled her long legs up into the seat, sitting cross-legged. He couldn’t help but glance at the area between her thighs. They were so brown against the white bikini that barely covered her. Her pubic mound stood out against the soft fabric, a small but defined line showing in the middle where her pussy lips were parted slightly. She just sat, smiling at him. He regained his composure, looking back up at her face and continued telling her about little things that had happened during the day. It was a quiet and boring day. She listened intently, asking question here and there. During that time, he got up and mixed them another drink. This time he felt a little bolder, just standing up and letting her see the obvious swelling in the front of his pants. He figured that there was no sense in trying to hide it; she even seemed to like the obvious. She had kidded him about it a few days before and he found himself hoping that she’d start kidding him again. He did catch her watching him when he turned around. She was more than obvious as she kept her eyes trained on his crotch as he returned to his chair. Her eyes followed it as he slowly sat down in his chair. Just her attentive gaze made him swell even more. He enjoyed the focused attention. By the third drink, both of them were very relaxed. He had taken off his gun belt and had loosened the top buttons of his shirt. With him getting more comfortable, she slowly, but deliberately stretched out her legs, crossing her ankles and placing them on the table. Her legs looked even longer as they stretched out right in front of him. She rested her butt on the edge of her seat, leaning back in the chair. In this position, he was afforded a better view of her legs, resting right in front of him. This position also pushed out slightly on her breasts, pushing them up against the soft fabric. She was aroused enough that her nipples were erect and poking against the cloth, swollen and very hard. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ken. By now, he was almost drooling, taking in the beautiful body in front of him. He was also rock hard, his cock pushed tightly against the soft uniform pants. Since she was trying to arouse him with her body, he would try and do the same. Asking her if she wanted another drink, he stood up from the table, his cock sticking out hard and obvious. As he stood, her gaze followed the meaty toy. She literally sat in her chair, open mouthed, staring at it. It was his turn to tease her, asking, “Do you want some?” She almost choked as she looked up at his face, “What, do I want some?” He just grinned as he held her glass out in front of him, indicating the glass. “Oh, yes, sure, I was ….. I don’t know what I was saying.” She was flabbergasted. She looked back down at the bulge, then quickly back up at him. He just smiled and went to the refrigerator. She was embarrassed at her loss for words, pulling her legs from the table. She pulled them up into the chair, her knees up under her chin, her favorite position to ‘show him’ her body. He was getting the better of her and she was embarrassed. Suddenly, she began to feel foolish for what had been going on. She was still aroused, but was now beginning to feel self-conscious. He was fully dressed and she was almost nude. A little while ago it felt very arousing, but now she wasn’t so sure. As he returned to the table she started to get up. “Where are you going?” he quickly asked. “I thought I might put something on,” she answered without looking at him. He sat down and slid her drink across the table to her. “No don’t. Not on my account. Besides, you do look fabulous. You have one of the most beautiful bodies that I have ever seen.” He could see her blush as he spoke the words. She was wavering in her game, but this perked her up somewhat. “Do you really think so?” she asked quickly. “Women never hear that enough and it does the ego, so much good. I never tire of a compliment. I haven’t heard anything like that in a long time.” “No, no, you have a gorgeous body. I don’t remember ever seeing legs that were as good as yours,” he quickly told her. “I’m not trying to be forward or crude, but you have great legs, not to mention the rest of your body.” She blushed, looking away. “Thanks. I really haven’t heard anything like that in a long time.” She was beginning to relax and feel a lot less self-conscious. She again stretched her legs out in front of him, holding both of them above the table, straight out. “Do you really like them?” “Oh yea, very much. Your tan is unbelievable. I wish I could get a tan as dark as yours.” He was now openly looking at her legs, his eyes traveling up her tight stomach and up to her breasts. She wasn’t blushing but watching him as his eyes moved over her. Since she was showing him, he didn’t mind taking in a long look at her body. She could feel a surge of wetness in her pussy. Her arousal was quickly returning in leaps and bounds. She continued holding her legs outward, in front of her. She spread them slightly, tightening up her thigh muscles. “I try to keep them in shape, but it takes a lot of work,” she added, giving him a good view. She wasn’t sure who was more aroused by the way she was showing her legs. He was aroused, just looking at them and she was aroused with just showing him. “Well, you’ve done an excellent job.” He was so turned on now that he even feared standing up. This was a moment that both of them had been thinking of, the open conversation that was either sexual, or would lead to sexual. It was that fine line between just a hint of sex, and openly talking of sex. Suddenly she said, “Stand up.” Watching him closely, she added, “Come on, stand up, I want to see something.” She was almost holding her breath, waiting to see if she could take the little game up another level. The conversation was leading in that direction, and now she wanted to heat it up. He didn’t want to stand up. His cock was sticking straight out and there was enough pre-cum in the shaft that if it weren’t staining his pants, it would be any moment. He hesitated, even though aroused. He wanted to, since she was showing off her assets. He was more than tempted to show off his. He was fully aware of how women usually viewed the male anatomy, not very well. It wasn’t considered something to be viewed as attractive. “Come on, stand up. I want to see something,” she said smiling at him. She eased her butt back in the seat, putting her bare feet flat on the floor, her legs slightly spread. He could now see a slight wet spot in the small crotch of her bikini bottoms. Just knowing that she was aroused gave him the motivation to do what she was asking. Slowly standing up, his arousal was obvious. His cock was sticking out hard. Even covered, his thickness was obvious to both of them. She sat there, staring at the bulge. She was smiling, not taking her eyes from it. He continued watching her eyes, seeing that they didn’t move from his pants. What they had played at before was now out in the open, a topic for discussion between them. She continued staring at his crotch. There was no ‘cat and mouse’ to this game, it was obvious what each of them was looking at and enjoying. His erection didn’t diminish, even now being the center of her attention. If anything, he was harder than he had been moments before. It had become an examination of sorts. She was showing and allowing him to openly ‘view’ her, and he was now showing and allowing her to openly ‘view’ him. It was about one-step away from the old ‘playing doctor’ type of fun. Instead of sneaking peaks at each other, they both were visually examining the other. She continued staring at it, “Now that is something to look at. If you can say you like my legs as much as you do, then I can say that I like what I’m seeing. Like I said before, that is something. Wow!” He could feel his face flush hotly as she sat and openly stared at him. But his arousal didn’t diminish. If anything, he could feel his cock swell slightly. The pre-cum oozing through the shaft was more than obvious to him, feeling like a very large glob moving through the smooth muscle lining. His face felt hotter. She sat in the chair, and then leaned forward, her face only inches from the bulging pants. “I bet the ladies love this toy. Don’t they?” she asked boldly. He was embarrassed but feeling more aroused and bolder by the moment. “I don’t know. They’ve never really said one way or another.” He was again feeling the blood running to his face. “Oh, I find that hard to believe. I’m sure you’ve been told that you’re huge.” She sat there, staring, as if trying to see the beefy thing hidden from her view. He was hard enough that she could almost make out the length and girth of his cock. It was swollen and pushed out against the soft uniform pants. “Ummm, delicious,” she said, making an obvious sign as she licked her lips. He couldn’t speak, feeling as if he couldn’t breath. It felt as if all the blood in his body was either in his cock or in his face. His face was still obviously flush, something that she was totally aware of. She actually thought it was sweet that he was embarrassed, and not arrogant or swaggering because of her attention. Seeing that he was more than involved, and had not run off to his room, she decided to take a chance. If she were correct, it would lead to the next level of control. She slowly reached out and put the palm of her hand flat against the huge bulge. Immediately, his head tilted back as he let out a soft moan. She kept her hand there, pressed against the hard organ, looking up and watching his reaction. He was lost in the moment, his eyes closed, his back arched. Smiling, she squeezed gently, her hand barely covering his cock. “Ahhhhhhh,” he moaned again, this time his hips pushing out against her hand. She kept her hand there, tightly against him. She could feel it squirm slightly when she squeezed it again. She wondered if he might cum, just from her touch. Based on his reaction, he could be closer than she imagined. He was more turned on than she thought, surprised that her hand had brought him to this point. She smiled as she squeezed again. It felt so good to know that she could arouse a man, and so easily too. It was not something that she had done, in a long time. “Ummm, your hand does wonders to my body,” he said very softly as his hips continued to push forward, pressing against her hand. His voice was almost shaking as he spoke. She squeezed gently again, causing him to moan. He looked down at her, almost as if he had regained his senses. He stepped back away from her, out of her reach. “Your body does wonders to my hand,” she softly said, laughing. “You should feel what my body is feeling. It is very nice.” Reaching for him again, he stepped back. “If your body feels like mine does right now, then you should take off your top, so that I can feel too. Hey, turn about is fair play. I should get to touch you. I think that we both should enjoy this.” She sat there for a moment, looking up at him then looking down at the huge bulge. He had not gone down any. She was still impressed, wanting to see it up close. She thought for a moment, knowing that he was now taking the game up a level. But she knew that this would happen, or had at least hoped that it would go this way. Slowly, she leaned forward and reached back behind her. Watching his face closely, she undid the bikini tie behind her back and let it fall loose. He was smiling at her, watching closely. She moved her shoulders a little, letting the bikini top fall into her lap. She picked it up and placed it on the table in front of him. She then leaned back, giving full exposure to her more than ample breasts. For someone so petite, her breasts were large. “Ummm,” escaped softly from her lips as she felt a rush of blood to her own crotch. Her pussy was quickly flooding with her juices as her body heated up with arousal. Her nipples were erect and begging for attention. She could feel each one, individually as blood pulsed through them. Just the act of taking her top off in front of Ken had increased her arousal greatly. Her pussy was actually beginning to tingle as blood flushed into the sensitive tissue. Having taken her bikini off while tanning was nothing as sexual as what she was feeling right now. She now reached forward again, her palm extended toward him. This time he watched her closely as he stepped forward, pressing himself into her hand. Her eyes closed as she felt the hardness against her hand. She leaned back in her chair, letting him get a good view of her breasts. He immediately thought of how beautiful she was and how much better she looked, up close instead of from a distance or through a window. Her eyes closed, she could feel the thickness bulging against his pants. She rested her hand against him for a few moments, and then gently squeezed him again. He moaned softly as she continued to squeeze him again. She could feel his cock twitch several times, under the soft fabric. Moving slowly, he reached out toward her, his fingertips barely touching her left nipple. Just his touch on her hard nipple felt like an electrical shock running through her. Her eyes closed as she moaned softly. His thumb and forefinger closed around the hard nipple, slowly squeezing it, making her moan harder. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together, as if it could slow down the rush she was feeling between her legs. She hadn’t felt this aroused in a long time. As she continued her light squeezing of his cock, he reached out his other hand and gently began to roll her right nipple between his fingers. It was almost too much as she felt her entire body shudder. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, as he suddenly let go of her nipples. Almost dreamily she quickly responded, “No, don’t stop. Keep doing that.” He reached out and immediately began to massage both nipples between his fingers. She couldn’t control her body as her back arched, pushing her breasts out further. Her squeezes began to get harder, her fingers pushing into the fabric, trying to get a better grip on the swollen cock inside. He was bulging so hard against his pants that they were too tight, not allowing her any access, except over the top of his pants. She could feel him push harder against her hand, wanting more stimulation. She tried but her fingers could not push into the tight pants. His eyes were closed and his body began to sway slightly. His fingers were still working the tender nipples, her breathing becoming more erratic. It was obvious to both, that they were quickly pushing each other to the edge. His moans had become more pronounced, even with just her hand pressing and squeezing the small amount of him that she could reach. She was still trying to get her fingers around his cock. It had been a very long time, but she suddenly felt that warm sensation starting to boil up from between her legs. Surprised, she felt as if she were approaching an orgasm. He was still playing with her nipples and had not even moved to any other part of her body. Looking up at him, she could see that his eyes were closed, his head back, his breathing becoming more husky and quick. His hips were beginning to softly thrust outward, as if pushing against her hand. They were both approaching orgasm. Suddenly, his breathing came in pants, his hips pushed out hard. He moaned hard and suddenly jerked back. His face was blood red and he was breathing hard. He pulled away from her hand, letting go of her nipples at the same time. She looked up at him, “Did I hurt you?” She wasn’t sure what had happened. He was trying to control his breathing, almost in a pant. He was still bulging badly. Stepping back away from her reach, he bent over, almost as if to hide the obvious bulge. By his appearances, he was on the verge of cumming. She asked him again, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” Smiling, he said, “No, far from it. You definitely weren’t hurting me.” He was beginning to catch his breath. “Maybe we should slow down a little. This is feeling way too good.” “What’s wrong with feeling good? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, with a worried look on her face. “No, no, not at all. I just wasn’t ready for where we were headed. Believe me, it was feeling fabulous.” The bulge was beginning to go down, but still obviously sticking out. Everything had happened so quickly, that she even looked at his crotch, looking for any telltale signs of an orgasm. There were none. He stepped back away from the table, still red faced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. We were both enjoying that, quite a bit. Weren’t we?” she asked quickly. “Oh yea, more than I’d like to admit. I just thought we might want to slow down a bit. It was feeling fabulous, believe me.” He started to sit down at the table. She couldn’t help but notice that even with his red face, he was still taking long looks at her exposed breasts. She decided to take a chance. She was more than aroused and the entire game had been heading in this direction. She wasn’t about to let it stop here. She could actually feel her juices seeping out from between her pussy lips, still tingling. She thought for a moment, and then quickly covered her exposed breast with one arm. “I’m sorry, I thought we were enjoying each other. I’ll cover up.” She even managed to turn red in the face, as if she were embarrassed. It worked. He immediately stammered, “No, don’t do that. I’m sorry. I was more than enjoying everything. I just wanted to slow down a little. But no, you don’t have to cover anything up. Please, relax.” Almost pleading, he told her, “Please don’t cover anything.” She relaxed slowly, playing the part to the fullest. She slowly lowered her arms, allowing a full view of her breasts. She couldn’t fake her arousal though, her nipples were swollen and sticking out. Just the act of letting them come into his view, caused a tingling sensation to flood through her sensitive pussy. The game was going well. It was time to begin the next level. She relaxed in her chair, crossing her legs under her, giving him another view of her more than wet bikini bottom. He just stared at the wide space between her thighs. She watched him closely, smiling at him. He was beginning to bulge again. “Want another drink?” she asked innocently. An Arrangement Ch. 08 Ken thought about another drink for a moment, and then slid his glass across the table, toward her. She smiled; sitting there for a moment, then stood up and took both of the glasses to the kitchen counter. At the counter, she stood with her back to him, knowing that his eyes were glued to her body, nude form the waist up. It was barely ‘a waist up’ view, since her bikini bottom barely covered her shapely butt. She took her time, mixing the drinks at the counter, while he sat quietly watching her. He couldn’t believe how great she looked. The white bikini was almost a black and white comparison, compared to her dark tan. The bikini looked almost like it had been spray-painted on, the strings on both hips tied loosely. Her stomach was small and tight enough, that her shapely hips held the bikini onto her. As he sat there, he fantasized about slowly untying each string and letting them just dangle from her hips. In his mind, he could easily visualize the tiny bikini bottom in the front barely covering her, loosely lying on her shaved pubic area. She finished mixing the drinks and padded toward the table, sitting his down in front of him. His eyes never left her body as she walked the short distance. She then went back to the kitchen counter and leaned back against it, her ankles crossed over each other. In this position, her legs looked long and lean, her thighs tights. With her legs crossed, it pulled slightly at her bikini bottom, pulling the small covering a little tighter and downward. With her standing this way, he could see just a touch of white skin, peaking out at the top of the lowered swimsuit bottom. Obviously her tanning a few days before had not caused sunburn to the unprotected area of her pubic mound. She just stood there smiling, letting him get more than an eye full. The longer she stood there, the more self-conscious and the more aroused she became. She had never just stood in front of a man, almost nude. Even with her husband, she normally wore something that covered her to some degree. But in this case, she wanted to arouse him. The more she thought about what she was doing, the more aroused she became. She hoped to have the same affect on him. She did. Sitting at the table, he continued to stare at her, as obvious as it was. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body. She looked gorgeous. It was having an affect on him. He could feel his cock swelling, becoming thicker by the minute. She was feeling a little self-conscious, crossing her arms over her breasts. It wasn’t obvious to him, but she did keep her arms across her very sensitive nipples. In doing this, it gave him a perfect view of her tight stomach, hips, and legs. Either way she moved, he was more than enjoying the view. After several moments of them just watching each other, she casually remarked, “You know, you could always make things a little more equal.” She watched him as the look of confusion went across his face. She dropped one arm to her side, leaning back on the counter, her other arm holding her drink glass. Her breasts were totally exposed again. She glanced down at her breasts and bikini bottom, and then looked back up at him. “I don’t have much more to take off, and you have everything on. I know this isn’t strip poker, but the very least you could do is make things even.” He sat there for a moment, looking at her, thinking about it. “What would you like?” he asked her. “Well, for starters, isn’t that uniform getting a little uncomfortable? Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without it?” She said grinning. Moments before, he had wanted to slow things down a bit, but it was starting to heat up again. “You might be embarrassed,” he told her. He could feel the blood surge into his cock as she made her suggestion. He was getting hard again. How could he not, with the way she was looking and posing for him? “I’m sure I won’t be embarrassed. You might be surprised at what I think. Besides, I got a glimpse of that thing a few days ago.” He was more than embarrassed, as he understood what she was saying. If he didn’t play along, it could be insulting to her, making him appear to be a ‘stick in the mud’ type. If he did play along, it might be more than he could handle. “Oh come on. I can’t take off much more than I already have off. There’s not much left to remove. And you, you’re still fully dressed.” She sat eyeing him and grinning. Her breasts did look luscious. He slowly stood up from the table and began unbuttoning his shirt. She just sat and watched, smiling and sipping her drink. Once he had taken his shirt completely off, she looked at him, saying, “And…” She sat and watched as he sat back down in the chair. For a moment she thought that he was quitting the little game. Giving up before it even got started. He brought one leg up in the chair and removed his boot and sock, then took the other ones off. She stood there, taking in her new view. He had muscled shoulders and arms, and he obviously had been working on his own tan. He was very dark. After having removed his boots, he sat for a moment, smiling at her. She was relaxed, still leaning against the counter. She stared at him, “Well, surely you’re not stopping there. Hell, look at what I’ve got on. Not much.” She said, smiling. “Ok, ok. You win. But I’m warning you. You can’t laugh at me.” He was becoming more and more red faced with each piece of clothing. He reached down and unfastened the heavy gun belt, placing it on the table. Watching her closely, he reached down and undid his pants, slowly pulling the zipper down. Before his pants were fully unzipped, his cock was pushing out against his underwear, through the unzipped opening. She just smiled, seeing how hard he had become. “Babe, I promise I won’t laugh at you. How could I? Remember, I caught a glimpse of that monster the other day. Come on, let me see.” She was laughing, but not at him. He was still red faced, slowly pulling his pants down and taking them off. Kicking them to one side, he stood there. She was impressed. He hadn’t gotten fully erect, but was thick enough that his cock was bulging out against his white brief underwear. It looked huge all bundled up inside the soft cotton fabric. His balls bulged out to the sides, against his inner thighs. It was obvious to her that he had been aroused for some time, seeing the large wet spot on the front of his underwear. She knew that she had an affect on him, and now she was seeing the evidence of it. “Umm, I told you that I wouldn’t laugh. I’m not laughing. You look yummy. Mind if I get a closer look?” She took a step away from the kitchen counter about the same time he took a step back away from her. Surprised, she wondered if he was beginning to change his thinking again. He looked embarrassed in the face. He wasn’t exactly happy looking. She had come this far tonight and her plan was working, even if it wasn’t the exact plan that she had started out with. It was close, but it was beginning to falter. She figured that she would have to move a little faster. Coming around the table, she came up to him, almost face to face. Speaking as softly and affectionately as she could, she looked into his eyes, “You moved back, are you afraid of me?” He could feel her warm breath on his chest as she spoke. “Babe, I’m not trying to embarrass you, we were just having fun. I’m sorry if you’re not having any fun. I was just playing with you,” she said, emphasizing the word playing. Just using that word out loud caused her pussy to tingle. In her mind she was thinking that she wanted to play a bunch with him. He felt bad, he didn’t want to appear this way. He more than liked her, but he wasn’t sure what to do with her. This was going pretty fast compared to what he was use to doing with women. She was standing so close to him that he felt she was waiting for him to kiss her. He didn’t know what to do. She decided for him. Standing this close together, he suddenly felt her soft touch as her fingertips brushed against his cotton-covered cock. He immediately felt a surge in his cock, as it began to swell harder. Her fingers danced lightly over the foreskin and head, barely touching him. She was leaning into him, her nipples barely touching his chest. “I’m sorry. I’ll put some clothes on and we can talk about this.” She said, sounding so serious and sad. But her fingers still toyed with the tip of his cock. Her face was only about an inch from his, her eyes looking up into his. “You’re not mad?” she asked, sounding as innocent as she could. “No, I’m not mad. Please don’t. Don’t get dressed that is. I more than love this view,” he said, looking straight down between them. Her nipples were hard and pushed into him. Looking down he could see her hand move as she softly gripped his cock head and gave it a slight squeeze. Immediately his breath sucked in, and blood began to flood into the swelling member. She pressed into him a little harder, a little closer, blocking his view of her hand. It didn’t matter, he didn’t need to see what her hand was doing, and he could feel it as it tightened around his thick cock. She squeezed gently, making him gasp slightly. She moved her face closer. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He leaned down slightly and pressed his lips softly to hers. It was a soft kiss, but began to grow more passionate with each second. As his mouth pressed harder to hers, her hand began to squeeze him harder. Even with their lips locked together, she could hear him suck in a deep breath as her hand manipulated him. His hips jerked back slightly. She quickly glanced up at him, a surprised look on her face. “Did I hurt you?” she innocently asked. “No, not at all. You just surprised me,” he told her. She wanted to turn the heat up. Earlier she had decided that if she openly approached him about what both of them were thinking, the worst case would be that he might quickly move out. But now, she suddenly decided that she would have him first, then if the worst case appeared, he might move out. This way, she would at least have her fun. The palm of her hand moved up to his flat stomach, then pushed down to his underwear, her fingernails pushing under the elastic. She slid her hand downward, feeling the hard muscled cock inside. Her fingertips moved down further, wrapping around the swollen head. She squeezed softly. Again he sucked in a breath of air but didn’t back away from her this time. She was immediately amazed at how much pre-cum was coming from his cock. He was covered in the thick fluid. Her fingers danced around the head and thick foreskin, using his pre-cum as a lubricant. His breathing was now becoming raspy. His mouth moved to hers again and pressed harder against her lips. Her fingers kept moving. His hips were beginning to sway, starting to push against her. She continued manipulating the head and foreskin, feeling the head push out, further into her hand. If he had been questioning what he wanted to do minutes earlier, he had now changed his mind. She wanted to make sure that he didn’t get a chance to change his mind again. “Umm, baby, I told you I wouldn’t laugh. I’m not laughing,” she said glancing down at the huge bulge and skin-tight underwear. She stepped back away from him, smiling. He was almost panting. His face was red and his breathing beginning to slow down. Stepping away from him she leaned down and examined the tight underwear. “I think you’re going to rip those out,” referring to the underwear. He only laughed. Now was the moment that she would have to change directions and hope that he followed. She turned away from him and walked to the kitchen counter. “Would you like another drink,” she asked, as if nothing had been going on. Her back was to him as she pressed up against the kitchen counter. She could hear his slight panting as he stepped up behind her at the counter. Pressing into her, she could feel his cock press into her butt. His arms went around her and he began to softly kiss her neck and shoulders. It didn’t take but a moment before his hands traveled up her stomach and rested beneath her breasts. Slowly, each hand cupped a breast and squeezed gently. He began to gently massage each breast, from the bottom, moving slowly to the top, careful to avoid her nipples. Even playing with him as she was, she couldn’t resist the delicious feeling that was washing over her body. Leaning her head back, he continued kissing and nuzzling her neck while his fingers found her nipples. Pinching them slightly, he began to rub small circles around them, making her even more aroused than she had been. She could feel her juices pooling in her bikini bottom, making them wetter than they already were. He had backed away a few moments before, but he was right back where she wanted him to be now. His left hand continued the massaging on her left nipple as his right hand trailed down her stomach. Slowly, his right hand moved to her bikini bottom. With just his fingertips, he pushed under the soft fabric and inched downward. It was her turn for her breath to suck in as his finger brushed against her clit. She sucked in hard, her hips pressing back to meet his cock. His fingers moved down further into her bikini, coming to stop at her now more than sensitive pussy lips. Using one finger, he gently parted her lips and moved his finger slowly up and down the inner lips, gathering up the thick fluid. He gently massaged the inner lips for a moment, before slowly bringing the finger to the entrance to her pussy. She couldn’t stand it, wanting him to enter her. This was not the way her plan was intended, but she was finding it hard to stop the events as they were happening. His finger began to push into her, slowly. She pushed back hard against him, moving him away from her enough that she could turn and face him. Doing this caused his hand to slip out of her bikini. She could feel the blood rush to her face as she tried to catch her breath and talk at the same time. “Wow, you do know how to catch a girl’s attention.” He looked surprised, backing up from her a little. This was a crucial moment to her. If she played it right, she would be having a lot of fun shortly. If she played it wrong, she could either end up alone in bed, or worse, raped. She was going to get what she was after, but rape was not part of her plan. “Damn, you are good at that,” she breathed. She was obviously aroused, her face red, her breathing erratic. Her nipples couldn’t get any harder. He only smiled as he looked at her curiously. Her bikini bottom felt wet enough as though she had just gotten out of the pool. It was that wet. “You would have had my whole body quivering in seconds,” she told him. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he smiled, moving back toward her. She was close enough that he put his arms around her, holding her tight. She leaned up and kissed him quickly on the lips, pressing her body into him. “I’ve always wanted to try something and right now might be the perfect time.” She said, trying to look as innocent and sincere as possible. “What. What would you like to try,” he said, honestly curious. “Tell me, I’m all ears.” “No, you’re not exactly all ears,” she said, reaching down and squeezing his cock again. She paused, and then looked at him seriously. “Handcuffs,” she said, waiting for his reaction. “Handcuffs?” He just stared at her. Watching her, he couldn’t tell if she was kidding or making it up as she went. “Yes, handcuffs. I’ve watched all of the cop shows and always wondered what it felt like. It looks somewhat erotic, being cuffed and all that. Does that sound too kinky to you?” She asked him. “No, not at all. I don’t think it’s kinky either. Different, but not kinky.” He moved back from her, reaching to the table and getting his gun belt. She watched as he popped the cuffs out of the belt. “Do you want to cuff or be cuffed,” he asked, laughing. Almost in a little girl voice, she quickly replied, “Oh I think being cuffed would be fun.” In his most authoritarian voice he told her, “Ok, you’re under arrest, turn around and spread’em.” With that, he grabbed her elbow, forcing her to turn away from him, her back to him. He gently put his right foot against the inside of her right ankle and pushed outward, forcing her legs to spread out. Holding her in that position, he told her, “Now I’m going to have to search you.” He held the one elbow as his right hand came around to her bare breasts. His fingers lingered around each nipple as she felt the blood surge back into her now throbbing pussy. His hand traveled down her tight stomach, coming to rest at the top of her bikini bottom. He slowly and deliberately moved his fingertips under the fabric and downward, coming to her clit. “What’s this, contraband?” he said laughing. His finger played on the swollen bud for a few moments, till her breathing began to come in pants. She leaned forward, her butt pushing back into his crotch. She couldn’t control it as she felt her orgasm beginning to build inside of her. He stopped only at the last moment, his finger pressed against her clit. His finger then slid down farther, moving between the sensitive lips. There, he slowly inserted just the tip of his finger into her, holding it there. She immediately gasped, her body jerked back against him. Her breathing was now a rapid shallow pant. He could feel that she was about to cum. He moved his finger gently out of her, and then back up against her clit. Pressed against her, he could feel her legs shaking. He stepped back away from her, pulling his hand from her bikini. He now ran his hand across her hip, coming back toward her rear end. His hand paused there, his palm resting flat against her lower back. With her legs spread and him supporting her by her elbow, he slowly pushed his fingertips into the top of the bikini bottom. Running his hand downward, he pushed down between her butt cheeks and further. Rolling his wrist around, he cupped his fingers to where the tips were up against her vaginal opening, but this time, from the rear. Gently, his fingers parted her lips again, and he slowly inserted his middle finger into the wet opening. She gasped and her body stiffened upright. “I hope you’re not hiding anything from me. If you have any weapons or contraband, you had better tell me now,” he said firmly. Breathlessly, she said, “No Mr. Policeman, I don’t have anything, I swear.” “Well, we’ll just have to see.” His middle finger slowly pushed into her as she jerked upright. He could feel her pussy clutch at his finger. Fully inside of her, he began to move it around gently, and then slowly in and out. She was panting, her hips beginning to gently thrust. He pushed his body into hers, pinning her against the kitchen counter. He could feel her body beginning to shake. She moaned several times, trying to catch her breath. He continued his finger exercise within her, feeling her getting wetter by the moment. She could tell that she was about to cum. Any second would send her over the edge as his finger continued to assault her tender muscles. She couldn’t control it as her pussy sucked at his finger, still moving in and out of her slowly. She was panting and shaking and wanting more. Feeling that she was about to cum, he gently placed his right foot against the inside of her right ankle. He pushed out on it, causing her legs to spread even farther apart. His hand was buried deep down inside her bikini bottom, curved back upward in order to better penetrate her. Having her legs spread so far, he used his upper body to push against her, forcing her to bend over the counter. She was still panting and he could feel her pussy grasping at his finger. He knew that she was close. Gently and very slowly, he pulled his finger from her. She almost gasped as it came out of her. She was trying to catch her breath and moaning, now in frustration at what was about to occur in her body. An Arrangement Ch. 08 “Please, please.” her words trailed off. Her body was shaking, her legs quivering. She was at the edge. Now desperate for the orgasm that had been stopped, she bent farther over the sink, and then spread her legs further apart. She wasn’t playing a part anymore, she wanted to cum. He was more than aware of her desperate urge. The position they were in was not exactly conducive to good sex. It had been working for her, but not for his wrist. With her bent over as she was, he quickly reached for the bikini tie on her right hip and pulled the string. It immediately came undone and dangled down, her bikini bottom now hanging loosely from her left hip. Reaching from below her body, his hand moved up her right thigh and in between her thigh and the bikini bottom. From that position, his fingers were resting against her very warm and wet pussy. As he touched her, she pushed her body downward, searching for his hand. He quickly moved his middle finger up between the sensitive lips and to the tight wet entrance. Again, gently he pushed his finger into her. Her entire body tensed and she jerked upright again. She couldn’t help herself, it felt that good. He continued moving the finger slowly into her, letting it soak in her wetness. Fully inside her, he began to move it slowly around. After several moments of this, he could feel her pressing down against his hand. Sensing that she was so close to cumming, he moved his finger toward the front of her entrance and a little upward. Curling his finger, he searched till he found a small mound at the top of her vagina. There, he pressed into it and began to make small circles against it. Immediately her body jerked, her head tilting back as she sucked in a long deep breath. He could feel her legs tighten and press hard against him. He continued the smooth small circles around her G-spot, suddenly feeling her pussy clamp down on his finger. She was now wet enough that the fluid was actually running down her thighs. He pressed harder into the small hard spot inside her. Each time he did, her body would jerk, her breath almost stop. She was now cumming and cumming very hard. She was shaking, her pussy quivering and clutching at his finger. Knowing that she was fully engulfed in her orgasm, he began to kiss her neck and shoulders, hard, reminding her that he was there. His finger continued dancing inside of her, only slowing down as he felt her body begin to slump against him. Within a few moments, she was completely slumped down onto the counter top, her breathing now deep and long. Her pussy was no longer clutching at him; it was actually quivering. Her pussy loosened its grasp of his finger as he slowly moved it out of her. At her entrance, he slowly moved it upward, coming to rest on her clit. Using her juices as lubrication, he began to rub in small circles. Her body immediately rose sharply from the counter, jerking upright. A long moan escaped her lips as her body began to shake again. He pressed a little harder against the hard bud and massaged it. Her breathing began to come in pants again. He pressed into her, forcing her harder into the kitchen counter. He knew it wouldn’t take her long, his finger bearing down on the sensitive clit and rubbing faster. “I can’t, I’m too sensitive,” she moaned, almost pleading. He didn’t respond, but continued harder and faster with her responding body. She was easy to manipulate. He knew that her orgasm would begin quickly. Suddenly her body jerked upward, back against him. A long moan came from her throat as her body pushed down against his hand. He only sped up his manipulations of her sensitive pussy. He could feel her clutching at him again. He continued the finger motions, pressed hard against her clit. She was jerking so hard that she was trying to pull her legs together, pushing against the counter with her hands. He pushed his body into hers, forcing her upper half to bend over the counter. Using his bare leg, he pushed her legs further apart. It was almost as if she had given up, no longer fighting what her body was doing to her. She slumped against the counter, her legs spread far apart, gasping, and her pussy quivering as another orgasm forced its way through her. She was entirely engulfed in the moment, her body surrendering to it’s own passion. His finger kept up the movement, slowly lessening as her orgasm subsided. Suddenly her body went slack, falling down against the counter. He held her up, his finger still moving softly against the hard clit. She was spent. She was gasping and trying to catch her breath. He finally stopped his manipulation, letting her slump back against him. He had to hold her up as she slumped back. “Oh my God. That was unbelievable. You’ve exhausted me,” she moaned, still trying to catch her breath. He was happy that she had been so satisfied with him. He wondered if she might want to return the favor. Little did he know that she was fully intending to return the favor? She turned around at the sink, resting her butt against the counter, and then put her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly on the lips, and then started kissing him on the cheeks and neck. She continued kissing him all over, one hand snaking down to his bulging underwear. He wasn’t fully hard, having put his concentration into her fun. She began to slowly rub the hardening flesh. “Umm, that was unbelievable,” she said, almost breathlessly. She leaned in close to him and whispered hotly into his ear, “You never did use the handcuffs. Now its’ my turn.” He had completely forgotten the handcuffs. She hadn’t. An Arrangement Ch. 09 His breath sucked in as she reached down between his legs, one arm holding onto him around his neck, almost pinning him to her. She didn’t have to rub but for a few moments before he was rock hard. She could feel him throbbing as she continued her gentle strokes. Her pussy was still in spasms as she felt the last throes of her orgasm. She was sopping wet. He reached a hand down between her legs but she quickly pulled her butt back, away from him. Her body movement told him to let her rest for a little while. She was sensitive and needed a few minutes to recuperate. Meanwhile, his throbbing was insistent. He was begging for release. “You never even got to use your handcuffs,” she told him. “I didn’t think that I needed them,” he laughed, looking into her eyes. “I think that I had pretty good control of the situation.” “Pretty good wasn’t the words that I would use. You had excellent control of the situation. Want to try that police tactic again?” “I’m here, to protect and serve. Do you need served?” he laughed. “Yes, but I think you need it more than me, right now,” she said, glancing down at the cock in her hand.” His cock was pushed out hard against his underwear. The front showed a large wet spot where his pre-cum was beginning to show, in large amounts. She used both hands, sliding her fingers into the sides of his underwear’s elastic. Pushing downward, she easily slid his underwear from his hips and let them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. She looked down, now holding his cock in her hand. It was hard to press against him, with it sticking out so far. She moved to one side of him and continued to gently stoke him. He was more than enjoying it, his eyes fluttering as his body swayed back and forth. “I think that everyone should be nicer to the police officers, don’t you agree?” she laughed and squeezed him harder. “Is this nice enough?” Again she squeezed harder, forcing the pre-cum from the shaft. There was enough pre-cum that her hand was beginning to make squishy sounds as she continued her slow rubbing. She knew that he was moving closer to orgasm, his side and thigh pressed tight against her body. She pressed into him harder, “Should I protect and serve you?” “Umm, I don’t know if I can stand it any longer. It feels too good.” “Well now it’s my turn. I still want to play with those handcuffs. I’ll be the police officer.” Her hand motion had silenced him, except for his breathing. His eyes were closed, his body swaying. She slowed down her grasp of the hard cock and stepped away from him. Picking up the handcuffs from the table, she stepped around behind him. She never stopped the rubbing on his cock. She gently moved him around to in front of her, facing the kitchen counter with his back to her. He was so mesmerized by her hand on him, that he easily moved as she guided him to where she wanted him. Standing behind him, she leaned up and whispered in his ear, “Now how does this work? I’m to arrest you, handcuff you, and then search you?” “Sounds good for starters, Miss police officer.” He was even laughing at her attempt to be the cop. Standing against him, she pressed her body against him, pushing him against the counter. She put her right foot against his inner right ankle and kicked outward, forcing him to spread his legs. He laughed as she tried to sound strict and firm. “You’re under arrest. You’ll do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” she said loudly. He was laughing, telling her, “Yes sir officer, I understand,” trying to sound scared. Laughing, she kicked at his ankle again, forcing him to spread his legs farther. She then pulled his left arm behind his back. She fidgeted with the handcuffs, finally getting one cuff around his left wrist. She pressed harder against his body, pushing him hard against the counter. “I said, you’re under arrest, you’re suppose to do what I tell you to do.” She then pulled his right arm back behind him. “Yes sir, whatever you say, sir,” he responded, laughing. She was finally able to get the handcuff on his right wrist. Still laughing, he found himself handcuffed, and also, done very well. His arms weren’t going anywhere. Remembering some cop shows that she had seen on television, she used her left hand to hold onto the center of the handcuff chain. She then moved her right hand around to the front of him and started to ‘pat down’ his chest and stomach. “I have to search you now,” she said, peering around him and looking up at his face. He was still laughing about her attempt to be the police officer. Finishing with the front of him, she moved her right hand to his back and felt around where his belt line would have been, had he been wearing pants. He was still laughing as she leaned down, her hand moving to his inner thighs. She could hear him gulp as her hand went up his right inner thigh and brushed against his balls. Her hand then went to the left inner thigh and moved upward. After the thigh, her hand moved right to his balls, her fingers wrapping around the thick sack. Since her hand wouldn’t fit around him, her fingers probed into the soft skinned sack, making him jerk upright. He immediately gasped and stood upright. Her left foot held his left ankle outward, keeping his legs spread. “Don’t try to resist, I might have to hurt you,” she whispered into his ear, her hand pushing harder and deeper into his sack. She quickly wrapped her fingers around one ball and squeezed, softly at first. He jerked again, not prepared for her ‘search’. “There, that’s better. You had better cooperate with me.” She was still laughing, her fingers grasping the huge, and sensitive ball. His body had stiffened, his breathing now becoming erratic. Her hand continued to probe into the sack, now searching for the other one. “Hummm, what’s this?” she asked seriously. “Could this be some kind of weapon or contraband? Probably some hidden drugs.” Her fingers grasped the other ball, giving it a quick squeeze. He jerked again. Her fingers let go, and then moved immediately to the thick shaft, sticking out from him. With her hand between his thighs and under him, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, getting a good grip on it. “Now this is a weapon.” She said, quickly jerking it back hard, pulling it downward and stretching it back. His back arched as his breath sucked in. Holding it firmly, she continued to pull it backwards, till it was pointing back behind him, bent backward in her hand. He gasped as she squeezed it hard, holding it in the awkward position. Aided by her hand, his cock was pointing behind him, held tight by her grasp. In this painful position, he would soon become soft, but her slight rubbing kept it hard. “If you resist, I’ll have to hurt you,” she breathed into his ear. Holding tightly on the handcuff chain, she jerked his arms back, pulling his shoulders back and down. She was still holding his cock bent backwards. It obviously was arousing, he was still rock hard. She knew he was enjoying it, she could still feel him throbbing and even felt him swell more. If she hadn’t been holding his cock, his breathing and gasps would have given away his arousal. “I suppose I’m going to have to disarm you. I can’t let you walk around with a weapon like this,” she said, still laughing. He wasn’t laughing now, his breath beginning to come in pants. His legs were still spread wide, held outward by her legs. She had a firm grasp of the handcuff chain while her other hand was free to do whatever she wanted. Keeping a firm grasp of the bent cock, she jerked the handcuffs back and downward, forcing his upper body to bend backwards. By being bent backwards, this put more pressure on his cock, making it pull hard away from the pubic bone. “Agghhhhhhh,” he cried out as his cock bent more. “Don’t fight me. It’ll only hurt more,” She whispered into his ear. “Are you resisting? Am I going to have to hurt you?” she asked him, sounding as innocent as she could. She kept a tight grip on the still hard cock. “I’m asking you a question. Answer me.” His body relaxed a little. She allowed him to right himself, but kept her body pressed into his, forcing him against the counter. She was more than enjoying her power over him. “No officer, I’m not resisting,” he said trying to catch his breath. He was still rock hard and her right hand was becoming slimy from the excess of lubrication that was now pouring from his cock. It was obvious to her that he was more than enjoying her ‘arrest’. “This is a weapon. I’m going to disarm you,” she said, giving his cock a hard squeeze. He immediately tensed up as her hand continued to apply more pressure to the fleshy organ. He was almost on his tiptoes as she squeezed hard on him. She was squeezing hard enough that she could feel the head flare wide. He was breathing hard, his arms hanging loose behind him, his body pressed up against the counter by her body. “I need to unload your weapon. You might be a dangerous criminal,” she said, laughing. “I promise to behave. You don’t have anything to fear with me,” he said between gulps of air. “You can take these cuffs off, I won’t resist.” “Oh, I know you won’t resist. And no, the cuffs won’t come off.” She relaxed her grip on his cock, letting him relax a little bit. He had no sooner relaxed when she used her body to shove him forward, pushing his upper body down on the counter. She simultaneously pulled upward on the handcuffs, pulling his arms upward behind him. Holding him in this position, it allowed her total freedom with her right hand. Even she was amazed at how much power she could exercise over him, just by the use of the handcuffs. He was bent down over the counter. She slowly reached down with her right hand and began to softly rub his butt. Her hand trailed down his rear, moving to the back of his legs, and his upper thighs. As she leaned down a little, her hand moved slowly up his thigh. He jerked slightly as her fingertips brushed against the bloated ball sack. It was so huge that she didn’t need to search very much, in order to find it. “I told you that I have to unload your weapon,” she said, giggling. Her hand moved up the huge sack, her fingers pushing into the soft skin. Again her fingers searched out one ball and squeezed it. His body jerked as she applied the hard but erotic pleasure to the sensitive orb. “Judging by the size of this thing, I’d estimate that you’re fully loaded.” Now her fingers switched to the other ball and began squeezing it. Again his body jerked as she manipulated the fleshy ball. She was alternating between the two huge balls, squeezing one and then moving to the other one. This continued for several moments as her hand rhythmically stimulated them. “Just relax, this won’t take long at all.” With that, she immediately let go of his balls and grabbed his cock hard. Squeezing it roughly, she jerked it down between his legs. In this position she found herself holding an excess amount of his foreskin, stretched down below the head. He let out a long moan as her hand immediately jerked the hard organ upward. In this position, her hand stretched the loose foreskin tight toward the base of his shaft. She was surprised as she felt the amount of pre-cum that was coating his cock. He was literally covered in his own juices. She felt him for a moment, enjoying the smooth texture of the flared head. Without saying another word, she began to pump him hard, jerking his cock up and down roughly. Each jerk would pull the foreskin down hard, stretching it tightly over the swollen head. The next jerk upward would pull the skin up tightly against his pubic bone. She was jerking him so hard that with each pump, the bloated ball sack would bounce against her tight fist. “Just relax baby, I’m going to empty you. Don’t fight it, just relax.” Her hand was pumping him hard, his balls bouncing with each blow to them. His body had jerked upward with the first hit, but she immediately leaned forward, forcing him back down onto the counter. Her hand continued to pump furiously, wet squishy sounds coming from between his thighs. “Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh,” were the only sounds coming from him, his hips now trying to thrust, but pressed against the counter. Her hand was jerking him hard, squeezing him, forcing him to cum hard. Judging by the amount of pre-cum coating her hand, Mandy was amazed that he had not cum yet. She continued jerking him hard, each stroke stretching his cock more and more. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” came from deep within his throat as his body stiffened hard, trying to rise up from the counter. She pushed him back down to the counter, her hand pumping furiously between his legs. The first gush of sperm shot from his cock onto the cabinet doors. She knew that he was cumming, her hand literally covered in the thick warm goo with the first shot. He continued to pump more and more from his straining cock as her manipulation of him slowed down gradually. She could feel his cock strain against the palm of her hand, quivering, hard spasms racking the muscled organ. She could hear loud splats as the globs of sperm hit the floor. Huge spurts were still pumping out of him but she continued working him as if milking a cow. She could hear him gasping, his breathing coming in a hard pant. Looking down, she could see that he was standing on his tiptoes, giving her more access to the area between his legs. And still more gushes poured out of him. At one point she was surprised enough to bend back, attempting to see just how much she had coaxed out of him. It was everywhere. “Just relax, it’ll be finished in a minute,” she cooed in his ear, her hand continuing to work him. She wasn’t sure who was enjoying this more, her or him. Obviously he was enjoying it, but she was too. She had never controlled a male like she was at this moment. He could do nothing, unless she allowed it. And she had just allowed him to cum hard. He wasn’t the one that had done this, she had. She was in total control of his body and its functions. His upper body slumped down on the counter, his breathing coming in deep pants. His entire body went limp, except for one very straining cock. Even though her rubbing was now soft and gentle, she could feel his cock quivering and twitching. Large globs were still coming out of him, covering her hand as she continued her manipulation. She had never seen a man cum so much in her entire life. She kept looking at his thighs and at the mess on the floor. The stuff was everywhere. “You’re unbelievable,” he gasped, still trying to catch his breath. He was still tiptoeing as her hand gently rubbed the softening cock. She was squeezing every last drop out of the still thick toy in her hand. She continued to keep her grip on the center of the handcuffs, restricting his movement. “Glad that you liked it. Now that I’ve unloaded that thing, it’s time for your interrogation. You are under arrest,” she said strongly emphasizing the word ARE. She took hold of both his elbows and turned him around, pushing him toward the hallway. “Ummm, that was so good. You can take the cuffs off now,” he told her. “Take the cuffs off? Why would I do that? You’re my prisoner and you’re still under arrest,” she told him firmly. Saying that, she shoved him roughly toward his bedroom door. He fell forward into a wall barely staying on his feet. “Steady there stud, I might have to charge you with drunk and disorderly,” she said as she grabbed his arm. “Come on, take the cuffs off. Let me show you what I can do without them,” he asked, a pleading tone in his voice. “I told you, you’re under arrest and the cuffs are not coming off.” “You’ve got to be kidding. Take the cuffs off.” “I said NO!” she said as she shoved him hard to the bed. He fell forward onto the bed, face first. She immediately crawled onto to the bed, quickly rolling him over onto his back. He was laughing, but there was beginning to be a panicky look on his face. He was totally soft by now, his cock flopping between his legs. His arousal level had diminished and his balls had returned to hanging down thickly. He was in the male refractory period, his cock flaccid and gooey. A sexual encounter was not on his mind at the moment. “Take the cuffs off and let me have my turn with them,” he pleaded, smiling and trying to talk her into what he thought would be ‘round 2’. She glared at him, slowly rising off the bed and standing up. He was sitting upright on the bed, his arms locked behind him. He could do nothing but sit there. “You don’t seem to understand. You aren’t listening to me. I told you that you were under arrest and you are now going to be interrogated. You will do what I tell you to do. Do you understand me?” She stood there, staring at him, her hands on her hips. “Yes officer,” he said quietly, watching her. She stood there for a moment, returning his stare. She then reached down and undid the tie on the left hip of her bikini. Surprisingly her bikini bottom had remained on her body during their fun. Spreading her legs slightly, she let the bikini bottom fall to the floor and then stepped away from them. “Damn you are gorgeous,” he told her, his eyes alternating from her breasts to her pubic mound. She stood there, allowing him to take in the view. Apparently the refractory period was gone, his cock beginning to slightly swell between his legs. It was obvious to her as she watched it begin to lengthen and thicken. “I thought that I unloaded that thing,” she said, leaning down and grasping his cock in her hand. She squeezed it softly, watching it grow in her hand. He was covered in sperm and more than sticky. “Take the cuffs off. It’s my turn. Let me show you how the ‘real’ police do it,” he said, struggling to roll over onto his knees. With one hand she reached out, pushing against his chest. Immediately he was stopped from rising up. Her other hand squeezed on his cock, and then began to rub it. He was almost fully erect by then. A steady stream of pre-cum was oozing from the tip. He was ready to go again. She quickly glanced around the room, looking for something. She walked over to the closet, glanced inside and retrieved two of his belts. “I told you that you were under arrest. I see that I’m going to have to get rough with you. You’re resisting. I warned you about that.” She quickly formed the belt into a loop and put it around his ankle. Pulling it down to the side of the bed, she fastened it to the bed frame. He sat and watched, a slight grin on his face as if he thought he knew what she was doing. When she started putting the second belt around his other ankle, he began to complain. “What are you doing? Come on. Take these cuffs off. The game is over. It’s time to get serious,” he said, struggling to sit upright. “Who says I’m not serious,” she said with a serious look. “I’m about to interrogate you and you’re going to give me everything I want. Literally,” she added. She then pulled the second belt to the other side of the bed and fastened it to the bed frame. Now he was sitting in the middle of the bed, each leg pulled out to one side. Still handcuffed, he had to sit still to keep from falling over. She just smiled at him. “I’m just playing with you. Relax, didn’t you have fun a few minutes ago. You sure looked like you were having fun, or at least part of you was having fun,” she said, a big grin on her face. Her hand continued to squeeze the now rock hard cock. He smiled back, relaxing a bit. She then shoved him very slightly, causing him to fall backwards. She moved around to the side of the bed and crawled onto it. Moving in behind him, she grasped both of his arms and helped to pull him back, stretching him out on the bed. Laying him back, she then propped his head up with two pillows. An Arrangement Ch. 09 “There, are you comfortable?” she said as she moved around in front of him. He was still somewhat preoccupied with her nude body as she moved around in front of him. “I have proven that you are still more than functional, even with hour hands behind your back.” “I could be a lot more functional if my hands were undone,” he said, grinning back at her. She just smiled, moving in between his spread legs. Her hand had resumed the squeezing and his cock was now rock hard and dripping. Obviously he was ready to go again. She watched her hands as they continued to work him. It was obvious that jacking him off had reduced his demand to cum. He was now hard and ready to go again, but less desperate to cum. She could now use him to her advantage, ensuring her pleasure. She quickly got up and padded into his bathroom. Running the water for a minute, she got a bath towel and soaked it in hot water. Ringing it out, she brought it back to the bed and started wiping off all of the sperm that was on his genitals and legs. The hot water had an affect on his cock, almost making it strain as it seemed to grow thicker and longer. Once he was cleaned up, she tossed the towel to the floor and moved in between his legs again. Kneeling between his legs, she smiled at him, and then bent over and gingerly sucked his cock head into her warm mouth. His entire body jerked as his hips rose up to meet her mouth. She was sucking on just the head, holding him upright with just her mouth. After a few moments of her oral talent, she released the flared head with an audible plop. She sat upright and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was beginning to moan. “Wow, you are so good at that. You really should remove my cuffs and let me show you how much fun we can have together.” He was almost pleading, hoping to get her to release him. He was somewhat uncomfortable with his arms pinned under him. “I don’t think so. I am going to have to ‘unload’ this weapon again. Besides, it’s time to interrogate you.” She was sitting between his thighs, her legs under her. She bent over again and moved both of her hands under his ball sack, each hand cupping one ball. Bent over, she looked up at him, smiling. Lowering her mouth to him, she sucked the head into her mouth again. Immediately he responded, his breathing becoming erratic and husky. His hips began to push upward again. At the same time, each hand squeezed lightly on the massive balls. His body jerked as she applied pressure to the tender orbs. Instantly his legs jerked inward, trying to protect his balls. She only applied more pressure, squeezing them between her fingers. “Unnnggghhh,” he moaned loudly. “Let me up, take these cuffs off, now.” He was almost yelling now. “Remember the old cop movies?” she asked quietly. He looked at her quizzically. “There was always a guy that ‘talked’ to the police. What did they call him?” “A snitch,” Ken said, looking at her and appearing to be getting mad. “No, I think they called him either a ‘mouth’ or a ‘mouthpiece’. It was something like that. Well, now you’re going to be my mouthpiece.” A cruel look spread across her face. She rose up, releasing the pressure on his balls. She crawled across him slowly, moving around over him so that her pussy and butt was over his face. With her pussy only inches above his face, she looked down at him, smiling. “You’re my mouthpiece. Let’s see just how much you can tell me,” she said, slowly lowering her pussy to his face. She was sopping wet and her body was still feeling the aftermath of her last two orgasms. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge again. Before she could even lower herself to him, his head rose up and his tongue barely caressed the outer edges of her lips. Her entire body shivered as he ran his tongue lengthwise along her pussy lips. Barely flicking them, he moved his tongue up and down her opening, barely touching her. Her body began to arch as the sensations ran through her entire body. She allowed her body to shift downward, coming more into contact with his mouth. By now, his tongue had snaked into her opening, savoring the soppy wetness inside. Expertly, he ran his tongue up the inside length of her lips, letting it come to a stop on her engorged clit. She shook as he began to slowly roll circles around it. “Oh baby, you are definitely my mouthpiece. Keep talking to me.” Her hands were resting on either side of his hips, holding her body up. She quickly moved them to between his thighs and sought out the massive balls lying softly between his legs. Without hesitation, her fingers pushed into his sack and separated the two balls, each hand wrapping around a ball. She firmly squeezed, feeling his body jerk as the pressure was applied to the tender toys. His tongue didn’t stop working her as she began to feel an orgasm start deep within her. Relaxing her hips, she pushed her entire body weight down onto his face, his tongue buried deep between her wet lips. By now his tongue was alternating between her throbbing clit and the entrance to her pussy. He would gather up her thick lubrication on his tongue, then drag it up to her pussy, using it as a means to quickly work her clit. The more he worked on her, the more she would squeeze his balls. After several minutes of this, she moved her right hand up to the thick cock and began to rub it briskly. His response was immediate as he pushed upward, thrusting his cock into her tightly fisting hand. Her orgasm was beginning deep inside her pussy as both of her hands tightened on the toys between his legs. She could hear him gasping and grunting but paid no attention as her orgasm began to break over her body. She pressed down hard onto his mouth, forcing him to lick harder, thrusting his tongue deeply into her, and then rubbing her clit hard. Her entire body was thrusting against his face, her hands squeezing and jerking him hard. She imagined that she could be hurting him, her grasping almost a death grip, but her orgasm had taken her over. As her orgasm began to fade from her, she could suddenly hear him panting, strange sounds coming from him. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was literally crushing his left ball in her hand, her other hand painfully jerking his cock, stretching the foreskin up far over the head. “Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh,” were the only sounds coming from him, more anguished than pleasurable. She hadn’t realized that she had been so rough on him. She slowly sat up, rising slowly from his face. Her thighs and stomach were almost aching from the intense sensations of her orgasm. Rising from his face, she could hear him panting. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, sincerely. “Yes, it hurt. Take these fucking cuffs off.” Beads of sweat were rolling off of his forehead. Looking down she could see that his cock foreskin was raw and red. Surprisingly, he was still rock hard. And she could also see that there was a heavy flow of pre-cum oozing from the mouth. He might be mad and his cock and balls aching, but he was still aroused. If he was going to be mad at her, she thought that she might as well take advantage of him. Besides, it was control and she was thoroughly enjoying it for the first time in her life. No more of the guy taking her, she was going to take Ken, whether he liked it or not. “You didn’t like that,” she asked him, staring into his eyes. “Hell no, it hurt. It felt like you were trying to rip my cock and balls off.” He glared back at her. “Well, you’d better get use to it, you’re my prisoner. You’re not going anywhere till I’m through with you. And I’m not through.” Saying that, she dropper her entire weight back down onto his face, her sopping wet pussy pushing down onto his face. “Unnnggghhh,” he moaned under her body. But this time he wasn’t licking. He started to bite her, his teeth beginning to bear down on her tender pussy. “Oh no you don’t,” she yelped as she rose up off of him. Reversing her position, she moved down between his legs. He tried to rise up, but found it difficult being cuffed. She simply pushed him back down. “I told you that I’m not through with you.” She said as she reached between his legs and grasped the two huge balls. He cried out as she applied hard pressure to them. His cock was still hard, huge amounts of pre-cum oozing from the battered shaft. She knew that he was mad, but he was more than aroused, his cock head hugely swollen and flared. She grabbed one ball and squeezed hard, pulling the sack out away from his body. “You’re gonna finish me. We’re not through yet.” She then used her other hand and started jerking his cock foreskin. “Unnnggghhh,” was the only sound coming from him as he began to pant. She figured with as much sperm that had come out of him already, he wouldn’t be near orgasm for a little while longer. He was rock hard, her hand pumping him faster. She moved her body upward, closer to his crotch. With a single smooth motion, she rose up on her knees and straddled his thighs. He was huge, not something that she had ever been intimate with in her lifetime. Poised over him, she was still holding his cock with her right hand. Easing her body down, she allowed the head to nudge up against her throbbing pussy. “This won’t take long baby. Just relax. You’re mine for the moment. You should try and enjoy it.” She then eased her body down onto him, the head pushing into her tight entrance. She grimaced as it stretched her open. As wet as she was, it was still an effort to push into her. She let her body slip further down, taking him in, inch by inch. He was grunting now, breathing hard and starting to moan. With another quick jerk, she pushed herself down onto him fully, his cock buried completely deep inside her. She could actually feel the head pulsing inside of her. She knew that she wouldn’t last long, but based on how his cock was re-acting, he might not last long either. “Damn you are huge. Just relax baby. You belong to me.” She realized that her pussy had stretched to accommodate him and was beginning to feel fabulous. She began a slow movement, rising up from him and slowly sliding back down his thick shaft. His eyes were closed, his breathing now coming in a pant. She could feel her own orgasm begin to push outward from her center. Her legs and stomach began to tighten up hard. Her pussy was contracting, relaxing and then clutching at his thick member. Her orgasm began to spread over her, moving outward from her pussy into her legs and stomach. She leaned back, letting his cock move hard against her swollen clit. The sensations from her orgasm were only heightened as his hardness rubbed against her. Her pussy spasmed hard as it tightened around him. She had never had anything this big inside of her and it felt marvelous. As her orgasm flooded over her, she relaxed, his cock buried deep inside her. She slid forward, lying on top of him, her nipples buried into his strong chest. The sensations were lessening, her pussy almost numb from the nerve wracking workout. Her clit was throbbing, pressed hard against him. “You bitch, get off of me. Let me up. Get these fucking cuffs off of me, now!” he yelled at her. All she could do was lay there for a minute, as the sensations between her legs subsided. She could hear him, but for a few minutes, she didn’t care. Her body was reacting to what had been the most intense orgasm of her life. Her pussy was still milking the hard cock, as if trying to coax it to cum. But it was not. Slowly, she raised up off of his cock, a loud squishy pop when it finally pulled free from its tight entrapment. “Oh baby. That was unbelievable,” she moaned, almost in a whisper. Slowly she rose up off of him, easing her very tired body down between his legs. Slowly, she also realized that he was furious. He was glaring, his face blood red. She knew that he was mad. She almost felt embarrassed if not for the fact that she also felt exhilarated at having so much control over him. He had serviced her well. But now she was beginning to get mad at his anger toward her. It was obvious to her that he had been enjoying it. His cock couldn’t get any harder than it was right then. “You did that very well. I think you deserve a treat. Would you like a treat,” she said, sounding more like a mother at her front door with trick-or-treaters. She was still feeling very powerful and very much in control. She also had to remind herself that this would not be happening, if he had not been handcuffed. He was furious. “You bitch! Let me go! Let me up!” He was struggling to get up. By now she was getting mad at him for his behavior. Glaring at him, she told him, “I told you that you deserve a treat. I can’t let you up with that cock wagging around like it is. Look at it. It needs help. I’m going to help it.” She leaned over, taking his cock into her mouth. His body jerked as her warm mouth began to suck on the thick toy. Immediately he cried out, his body jerking hard as she sucked it in deeper. She was surprised that he might cum this quick, especially after what it had been through for the past several minutes. As his hips jerked again, she could hear him yelling at her to stop. As her face rose up between his legs, she let her hand take over where her mouth left off. She began to briskly rub the hard cock. “Shit that hurts. Stop. And take these fucking cuffs off.” His face was blood red, a pained expression on him. She then looked down at the cock in her hand and realized that his face wasn’t the only thing that was blood red. His cock was raw, having small tears in the foreskin. The head was a bright red and more than swollen. She then realized that all of her rough treatment on him had rendered his cock very hard, but also very sore. “Stay right there, don’t move. I’ll be right back,” she said, jumping up from the bed and running out of the room. Within seconds she returned, carrying with her a Swedish muscle massager. This was the kind that had the spring coils around the base where the palm of her hand could hold it. It is one of the most powerful vibrators sold on the market. His cock was painfully sore but she was felt that if she could make him cum again, then he would calm down. “Just relax baby, I think that I can finish you pretty quick.” She said moving in between his thighs. He was still trying to sit up, but the cuffs prevented him from getting his balance. Sitting back on her haunches, she put the massager onto her hand and flipped the switch on. She knew that with the power in this massager, that he’d be cumming in huge spurts within seconds. There was no way that he could avoid it. She quickly wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and began to rub very slowly. He immediately gasped, feeling the sensations going through his cock. “Unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh, unnnggghhh,” were the only sounds coming from him as he fell back on the bed. She could feel his cock swell bigger in her hand. The vibrator was working him from the inside out. She continued to slowly rub the fleshy thing till his hips began to thrust against her hand. He was quickly approaching orgasm. She had just begun to work on him and he was already there. Suddenly his hips thrust into the air, several huge spurts of goo shooting from the tip of his cock. She squeezed his cock shaft harder, forcing the vibrations to pulse through him, forcing him to cum harder. Several more spurts pumped out of his overworked balls as they gave up their milk. She squeezed and held on tight, watching his face as he continued to pump the thick cream into the air. Within seconds he was covered in his own goo, from chest to lower legs. His body still shaking, his cock still quivering, she held the vibrator against him for several minutes, forcing every last drop out of him. His body had stopped jerking; his cock was now going soft in her hand. A surprising amount of cum was still oozing from the swollen head. She kept the vibrator on him, relaxing her grip only slightly. “See, that was good for you. Don’t you feel better?” “No. Fuck no. You bitch. When I get these cuffs off.” He was literally screaming at her. She had thought that his cumming would have been good, but obviously it wasn’t. He was fighting to get up. She quickly let go of his cock, a huge amount of sperm on her hand. She rose up from the bed and quickly retrieved a handcuff key attached to his gun belt. Walking back to the bed, she moved in behind him, to take his cuffs off. She put the key into the handcuff but found it hard to handle, due to the slick cum on her hand. “You’d better get these off, now. I mean it.” He told her, not yelling but only a few decibels lower. “Get them off.” She worked on the cuff key for a moment, and then felt it click. Once it clicked she moved back away from him, jumping off of the bed. As she backed away from the bed, he fidgeted with the handcuffs, trying to get them off. He was still glaring at her, angry at what she had done. “I thought that you were enjoying all of this. I’m sorry. You were so hard; I was trying to please you. Obviously you were pleased, weren’t you?” she asked, almost pleading. She was eyeing the mess that covered his lower legs and stomach. The evidence of her torture was obvious in large amounts. “How would you like it? You weren’t the one that was handcuffed.” As he struggled to finally get the cuffs free, she bolted for the door, immediately running up the stairs to her bedroom. Safely inside, she slammed the door and locked it. She stood against the door, listening. She wasn’t exactly scared, but she wasn’t sure. They had been teasing each other for the past week and it had all came to a conclusion tonight. Listening carefully, she heard his bedroom door slam. Within a few minutes, she could hear his shower water turn on. After several minutes, she could hear that he was in the shower, probably washing off the mess that she had left on him. An Arrangement Ch. 10 After what had happened the night before, and the fact of her own explosive responses to his body, she had been exhausted. She barely remembered going to bed, but did remember locking her door. She hadn't been scared of him, but did worry about his mood since she had controlled him so forcefully. As a police officer, he wasn't use to be controlled like that, even if it was in a sexual encounter. She feared that there would be a confrontation that would spoil all of the fun that they had been having. At the worst, he might move out. When she woke up, the sun was streaming brightly into her bedroom. Looking at the clock she realized that she had overslept. She had been more tired than she had thought. She quickly threw a robe over her nude form and rushed downstairs. She was a little bit apprehensive knowing that Ken would probably have something to say about the night before. Mandy had never experienced the feelings and emotions that she had felt. She had never physically controlled a male like she had controlled Ken. She couldn't get the feeling of exhilaration out of her mind. For the first time in her life, she had been in complete control of a sexual encounter, instead of waiting for her male partner to decide what they were to do. It aroused her just thinking about it. For all of her life, sexual encounters had been what her partner wanted, not what she wanted. She felt lucky that she had even experienced an orgasm on a rare occasion. This time with Ken was different in that she had controlled the situation and took what she wanted. Reaching the kitchen she found a pot of coffee already brewed, but no sign of Ken. Looking down the hallway she could see that his bedroom door was open. Slowly approaching his door, she looked inside and found that he was gone. This wasn't odd, considering that she had overslept and he had left during the morning. Since the coffee was fresh, she figured that he had not been gone for long. She returned to the kitchen and saw a note lying on the kitchen counter. In essence, the note said that he had to go to town to take care of some business and that he would be home later. It went on to say that he had more than enjoyed the night before and apologized for getting upset at the end. He also added that they could talk more about it, when he got home. Sitting down at the table she slowly sipped on her coffee and felt relieved that he was not mad at her. Again the feeling of power and control crept over her as she remembered the events. She more than wanted to play out her power scenario again. Thinking over her forcing him to cum began to get her aroused and a little more than wet. She had never controlled a male to the point where she told him when and how to cum. She had always been a participant but never the instigator. This was a new role that she thoroughly enjoyed. She found herself getting wetter just thinking about the possibilities. Knowing that they would talk when he got home would afford her the opportunity to make him equally aroused. She knew him well enough by now. He was easy to manipulate, both mentally and physically, especially the latter. She relaxed around the house for the rest of the morning, thinking about the endless possibilities of 'putting him into the mood'. She laughed to herself, thinking that it wouldn't be difficult, since he was a male. When she heard his truck pull into the driveway, she hurried to the kitchen, making an appearance of cleaning up the room. Hearing him come into the kitchen she jumped, as if startled. "Oh, you scared me! I didn't hear you come in," she said as she whirled around, her robe flapping open. The view of her lower body under the robe was clear to him as he saw that she was not wearing anything under the robe. Naturally she had planned it that way. Even having planned it that way, she still blushed brightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said smiling at the sight. "I was just straightening up before I jumped into the shower. Are you home for the day or do you have plans?" she asked him, trying to look as innocent as possible. "No, I'm here all day," he said, drawing out the end of the sentence and smiling as if he had a secret. The intent was clear to her also. "Ummm, good." She smiled back at him, her legs fully exposed to his view. "Just let me get cleaned up and we'll have a drink." She knew that he couldn't resist her legs, not to mention the rest of her body. He had already proven that several times. She knew that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her legs. "Great. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." He sat down at the kitchen table, an obvious bulge beginning to grow in the front of his Levis. "I won't be long," she said as she walked over to him. She slowly leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. Her hand trailed down his chest, coming to rest on the bulge. As the soft kiss became longer, her hand gently squeezed the fleshy plump bulge. It seemed to her that she was still in control. She loved the feeling. Soon she would show him how much control she could exert. It was time for round 2 and she would soon be having her way with him. "Take your time. I promise I'll be here. About last night, we need to talk. He smiled back at her. She knew that he wasn't mad. She wondered if he had been aroused all day, as much as she had been. As she disappeared into her room, he quickly got up and hurried to his bedroom. Inside, he got out a tube of KY-Jelly from a bathroom cabinet. He then got a jar of a heat balm, normally used for sore muscles. Taking a small dab of the icy-hot jell, he mixed it with a larger dab of the KY-Jelly. Mixing it together he took just a small amount on his finger and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly, he entered her bedroom where he could hear her shower water running. She had laid out a matching set of sexy lingerie. It was obvious to him that she had her own plans for the afternoon and evening. The matching bra and thong were lacy and sheer, more than enough to enhance her already gorgeous figure. Picking up the bra, he put just a tiny amount of the mixed jell from his finger, into the center of each bra's cup, where he estimated that her nipples would come to rest. Having plenty of the concoction still remaining, he took her thong and traced a single wet line down the center of the crotch, all the way up the back of the flimsy material. Within seconds it was drying and had become undiscernable. He then quickly left her room and went back downstairs to the kitchen. It wasn't long until he heard the shower turn off. Within minutes, she came down the stairs, wearing the same robe. Her short hair was still wet, hanging loosely around her face. "Miss me?" she asked him, smiling. The looseness of her robe was obvious, her legs having plenty of room to move in the loose garment. It didn't take much to see all of her legs. She was being more than obvious. He could also see that she had put on the matching bra and panty set. He wasn't sure how long it would take till she felt the first tingling of the balm in her panty and bra. "Yes I did. More than you would think. Sit down. I want to talk about last night." He was smiling warmly at her. Seeing him smile made her feel a lot better. She had felt that he was not mad, and she seemed to be correct. "Let me make us some drinks," she said, moving toward the icebox. She knew that this would give her a chance to 'show off' in front of him. If he weren't aroused already, she'd have him begging in short time. After last night, she was more than confident in her assets. She knew that his eyes would be on her the entire time she was at the counter. "Ok. A drink would be great. I just wanted to tell you that I was upset last night, but I've given it a lot of thought since then. I was mad, but I have to admit that it was more than fun." He sat at the kitchen table, watching her shape move inside the robe. She would occasionally look back at him, catching him watching her. "The more that I thought about it, well, the more aroused I became. I have to admit, it was sensational sex!" He smiled at her, waiting for her response. By this time, she was turned toward him, leaning back against the counter. "Ummm, I'm glad that you liked it. I have to admit; I haven't had that much fun in years. You left me exhausted." She stood there, smiling at him. She could feel a large amount of moisture building up behind the tight entrance to her pussy. She was very wet and getting wetter. The tightness of the thong wasn't helping matters either. It was skimpy and tight enough that it rode up between her pussy lips. She took the two mixed drinks and walked back to the table, sitting down. Both her bra and her thong were beginning to get uncomfortable. "Well, we both agree that we liked it, very much," he added quickly. She couldn't help but notice that the bulge in his Levis had grown quite a bit. It was obvious that he was hard, the outline of his cock pressed against the blue denim. "It would appear that you're still enjoying it," she said, glancing down at his crotch. She could actually make out the separation between the thick shaft of his cock and the plump head. She reached out and casually put her hand on the hard bulge. "This toy is remarkable. I've never felt anything that large. It is quite impressive," she said smiling back at him. "And that is considering that I never even felt it inside of me." "I can help you with that, if you're interested." He watched her closely. She was actually staring at his lap, not even aware that his gaze was on her exposed top. Her robe was hanging open and he couldn't help but stare at the beautiful skin exposed at the top of the low cut bra. "I would love that," she said, almost in a whisper. She was now fascinated with him as her hand caressed the hard lump under his jeans. She was amazed at the size of his organs. "Are you the police officer this time, or am I?" she asked, not sure if this would be a taboo subject. "Oh, believe me, I am going to be the police officer this time. You're the one that is going to be arrested. Besides, I didn't get to use the handcuffs like you did," he said with an odd smile on his face. He had noticed that she was beginning to squirm in her chair. She was not really obvious about it, but she had begun to move back and forth in the chair, as if she were trying to scratch an unseen itch. Ken was trying to determine if she was becoming more aroused or if the heat balm and KY-Jelly was beginning to take affect on her sensitive areas. She continued to sit, her hand gently squeezing his cock. He knew that the tiny amount of jell in her thong and bra would continue to soak into her skin, and even more if she was becoming aroused. The warming jell was already on her skin and was beginning to soak into her more. All it could do was get worse. It wouldn't hurt her, but it was something that she wouldn't be able to ignore. Her squirming was becoming more obvious. "Maybe we should retire to the bedroom," he smiled at her. Standing up he took her hand and pulled her up. He stepped closer to her, pressing his chest tightly against her body. He slowly kissed her, softly, and then began to press his lips harder against her lips. Her hand had never left the bulge, still gently squeezing and rubbing. As he pressed against her, he knew that their body heat would cause the warming balm to heat up more, causing her nipples to react. She was more than feeling it, an intense heat on her nipples and an even hotter feeling to her already sensitive pussy. She could feel it intensely but had no idea of what it was. It felt as if her pussy and nipples had come alive, super sensitive and standing out. What she was feeling was a slight swelling in the tender tissue. The warming balm had soaked into her skin and was reacting. She couldn't tell if what she was feeling was either hot or cold. Either way, the nerves of her clit, lips and nipples were super sensitive. Even the touch of the thong's fabric was making her sensitive skin scream. She wanted to get the thong and bra off, as soon as possible. "I don't think that I need this," she said, letting the robe drop off of her shoulders. Her body was stunning. Shedding the robe she stepped back away from him. His eyes drank in every inch of her body. She knew that the bra and thong had to come off. Standing barefoot in front of him, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Her nipples were rock hard, jutting out, begging for his attention. Standing for a moment, she slowly reached down and slipped her thumbs into the tiny sides of the thong, easing it down over her hips. He just stood, smiling, watching as her entire body slowly came into view. "Now that's the body that I have been thinking about all day," he said, his eyes traveling from her breasts to the area between her legs. "I'm sorry miss, but I'm going to have to place you under arrest for indecent exposure." With that, he took one of her arms and gently pushed her toward the stairway. She laughed as she stepped out of the robe that was bunched up around her feet. He steadied her, holding onto one arm. "Hold on a second," he told her as they reached the bottom of the stairs. He quickly went into his room and returned a moment later, with a pair of handcuffs. "I can't forget these. Now you should assume the position." She smiled, raising her hands over her head. By this time, the heat between her legs was more intense. She was standing, squeezing her thighs together, and hoping to ease the sensations that were rippling through her vaginal area. "Put your hands down, behind your back. You're under arrest." She laughed as he placed her arms back, behind her. Within a second, the cuffs were on both wrists, her arms securely behind her. He gently pushed her toward the stairs, helping her upward. "Now that is a sight," he mumbled, watching her butt move as she climbed the stairs. "If I'm under arrest, are you going to search me?" she asked in her most innocent voice. "Oh, you can be assured of that. I'm going to have to do a cavity search on you." He told her in a firm voice. Surprised, she asked him what a cavity search was. Even having seen this on television, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He said back to her, laughing. By this point he was undoing his belt, his pants zipper already down. He was so hard that his cock was pushing through the jeans crotch, his underwear the only thing keeping him from springing out. A large wet spot was obvious on the protruding cotton fabric. As they reached her bedroom, he led her to the bed and pushed her onto it. She fell on the bed, quickly rolling over onto her back. Using her legs for leverage, she pushed herself up the bed, letting her head fall onto the pillows. She was still smiling, and still feeling the hot/cold sensations to her nipples and pussy. She was sopping wet and it showed. There was a thick coating of her juices covering her pussy lips and trailing downward toward her butt. He couldn't help but notice it as he slowly took off his shirt and jeans. His cock was obvious to her also, stretching out the front of his underwear. He looked even bigger now than he had the night before. He slowly slid the underwear over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. She sat partially upright in the bed, amazed at the size of his cock and the huge sack hanging down below it. His balls looked to be the size of a grapefruit, huge and swollen, bloated and full. After all of his cream that she had taken from him the night before, he appeared to be fully replenished. The large amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock told her that he was more than ready. "It's time for payback. Last night you sort of forced it out of me. Now it's my turn to force you." "Force me to what?" she said, a worried look beginning to appear on her face. "What do you mean force? I'm not sure that force is the right word to use here," she laughed, her eyes on his genitals. He crawled up onto the bed, his cock wagging under him as he crawled up toward her. Without saying a word, he began softly kissing her neck, lingering there before moving up to her lips. She responded, kissing him back. His mouth trailed from her lips, alternating between her earlobes and her mouth. After several moments of long lingering kisses on her mouth, he slowly moved down to her neck again. As she enjoyed the soft nibbling and kisses to her tender neck, she suddenly felt his fingertips on her nipple. His finger was tracing circles on the tender skin, and then suddenly pinched her. She felt an immediate rush as her nipple responded to the rough treatment. His mouth was still working on her neck but her attention was now on the slight stinging sensation as he pulled and squeezed at her nipple. He then moved his oral attention to her upper chest, then down to her tender nipple. As his mouth clamped onto her nipple, she enjoyed the sensations that seemed to emanate from the hard bud. His tongue was swirling around the nipple, making it swell and come alive. She could feel his fingers trailing down her tight stomach, slowly coming to the top of her pubic bone. Just the sensation of the soft touch made her legs draw up tight, anticipating the entry that was forthcoming. He had worked the one nipple long enough, and then moved his mouth to the other neglected nipple. Sucking it in hard, he soon had it matching in hardness to the other wet one. By now, his hand had pushed her thighs apart and had slowly traveled back up her thigh. His fingers brushed against her pussy lips, causing her to jump. Her breathing was not coming in short pants. As his fingers softly pushed in between the more than wet lips, his mouth continued the assault on her nipple. Her hips pushed forward, wanting his hand to move into her. His fingertips toyed with the sensitive lips, gently pushing inward to the wetter area. By now, her legs were pushing against the bed, her hips pushed upward to meet his fingers. His fingers scooped up a large amount of her thick juices and moved upward, caressing the hard bud at the top of her pussy lips. Gently he pushed the hood back exposing her sensitive clit. Her breath sucked in hard as he used his thumb to gently massage the throbbing clit. She was now in a pant, wanting him to work her harder. His mouth continued on her, now sucking in a hard ryhthmn, pulling her nipple into his mouth and then releasing it, only to start again. His thumb continued to rub her clit, becoming harder and more forceful. Her panting was now coming in soft moans. Suddenly he stopped working her nipple. As his hand remained between her legs, he moved back to her face, his mouth planted firmly on her mouth. She took a deep breath in as his mouth began to smother her in a long deep kiss. His tongue roamed freely in her mouth, her tongue responding in kind. She could feel his manual stimulation increase as his thumb bore down on her clit, harder and moving in circles around it. His middle finger gently pushed in between her sopping lips, stopping at the entrance to her pussy. His mouth and thumb were relentless as they forced her to start her orgasm. She was on the edge and fell over as his finger pushed into her. With one hard push, his finger entered into her tender opening. She was tight and his finger started her cumming hard. Her legs and stomach tightened hard, signaling to him her orgasmic start. His thumb kept working her, his mouth sucking her mouth into his, taking her hard. Her body was shaking, her breathing erratic through her nose. Using his lower leg, he firmly held her legs apart, his fingers working frantically on the spasming pussy. After several long moments, her body sunk slowly back into the mattress, finally coming to rest. She was no longer moaning, her breathing slowly coming back to normal. An Arrangement Ch. 10 "Ummm, how did you do that? I can't believe..." her words trailed off as she tried to catch her breath. He slowly took his leg off of her, allowing her to move freely. "I'm glad you liked it. We'll give you a few minutes and you can do it all over again." He stopped working her clit, but left his finger inside her, softly moving it around. He could feel her pussy still clutching at his finger, almost pulsing around it. "I'm not sure you could do that. I think that I just cum harder than I ever have. You can take the handcuffs off now, let me show you what I can do to you." She said, almost dreamily. "Oh no. I'm just getting started. Babe, you have a long way to go before the cuffs come off. Just think of how well you're gonna sleep tonight, when I'm through with you." He said to her, laughing softly. His finger was softly moving around her inner wetness. "It's time for round two." He rose up from her, moving down between her legs. She was relaxed, her legs still spread wide as he moved between her thighs. His finger was still planted deeply inside her as he lay down between her legs. His mouth moved immediately to her upper thighs, tracing light kisses to the soft area where her leg connected to her torso. Using his lips he nipped at her soft skin, alternating between each thigh. He then moved his attention to her outer lips, kissing each one individually, lightly licking the fleshy wetness. "Ummm, I'm too sensitive. Let me do you first," she moaned as his mouth began to move over her outer lips. Paying no attention to her, he let his tongue trail over the hooded clit, his finger still deep inside her. He began to move his finger in and out of her, his tongue picking up the pace. Pushing the fleshy hood back, his tongue began to work steadily on the swollen clit. Her legs spread a little more as her breathing began to pick up. "I'm too sensitive right now, uncuff me and I'll do you," she began to plead between her erratic breaths. She was sensitive, her thighs tightening against his shoulders. As it become more intense for her, she squeezed her legs together, trying to force him to stop. He didn't stop, but only increased the pressure on her clit. His finger was now moving quickly in and out of the soppy wetness. Her hips were beginning to undulate, signaling that she was approaching another orgasm. As her breathing reached a quick pant, he planted his mouth firmly around her clit and sucked in, using his tongue to massage it. Her hips immediately shot up, pushing harder into his face. His finger pushed deeper into her and was now moving in a rapid succession of jerks. His mouth sucked her clit in deeply, holding it, massaging it. Her orgasm started almost immediately, her legs shaking while trying to hold onto him. He wouldn't let up, his mouth moving quickly on her clit, his finger digging into her tender opening. Her panting and moans told him that she was cumming hard. He continued the same oral and manual manipulations till he felt her body fall back from him. Feeling her orgasm fade from her, he softened his finger movement and began to kiss the throbbing clit softly and lightly. She settled back, her body almost limp. Her legs relaxed, loosening their grip on his body, falling back onto the bed. "Oh God, you're killing me," she softly moaned at him, her eyes half closed and dreamy looking. "I don't think I've ever cum that soon after the first one. Now, let me up, it's my turn." "Oh, I don't think so. Remember, I did use the word forced." He said with an odd grin. "And I did say that we were just getting started." She could only lie back on the bed, her entire body racked from two intense orgasms. Her legs were splayed wide open, making no attempt to close them. A steady stream of clear juices leaked from her pussy, his finger still inside her, gently massaging the opening. "Just lie back and rest, I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" she asked, her head and shoulders rising up to look at him. She watched as he got up from the bed, his cock still rock hard and bouncing as he moved around. "I'll be right back, just relax." He quickly left the room, returning a few moments later. Crawling back onto the bed, he sat back on his haunches, his thighs spread wide. She was still amazed at the size of his balls. They were immense and bloated. He quickly took a small amount from a tube of KY-Jelly and a blob from another tube that she couldn't see. Mixing the two ingredients together he rubbed them between his hands and warmed them. Watching her closely, he rubbed his hands together and then reached down and began to rub the gooey mixture into his hard cock. Judging by the look on his face, he was immensely enjoying the slow soft massage. He paid special attention to rubbing the concoction into the flared plump head. The drop that he added to the KY-Jelly was a very small drop of Benzocaine, a numbing agent. He was leaking pre-cum in a steady drip. After several minutes of his solo pleasure he quickly unrolled a rubber and squeezed his cock into it. "Babe, we're just getting started. Aren't you enjoying yourself?" he asked, smiling at her. His hand was still massaging the rubber-covered flesh. "Yea, but I think that I'm about cum'd out. Please, take the cuffs off, let me do you," she pleaded. "You don't look cum'd out, you look rather inviting in your position. Besides, I don't think I'll take that long." He was looking at her pussy, the lips gaping open as if inviting him in. He rose up and moved between her spread legs, his hand still rubbing the huge cock. His balls were soft and bouncing between his legs, indicating that he was nowhere near fully aroused. She watched his cock and balls, fearing that he would last a lot longer than she could. She was already overly sensitive and her pussy was almost screaming from the attention that had already been paid to it. But he did look so good as he softly rubbed his hand over the plump head. "Just relax, it'll be easier that way." He reached over and took a pillow from the headboard, placing it under her hips. He moved in between her thighs, using his hand he spread the tender lips apart. He then pressed his cock head up against the entrance to her pussy. She was sopping wet from her previous orgasms. He pressed into her, the head poised to enter her. Her eyes grew wide as he began to push into her. With just the head entering her, she felt as if she were being stretched wide open. Her mouth opened as she gasped, the head popping into her entrance. It hurt somewhat, but was erotic at the same time. He rested for a moment, and then slowly pushed into her farther. She was so tight that even his numb cock began to twitch from the sensations. She wasn't numb and felt as if she were being stretched open. "Oh damn, pull it out. You're stretching me apart," she moaned. Her mouth was still in the O position, her voice almost raspy. She wanted him out of her, but her hips were beginning to push up and into him. "No baby, just relax. I'm going slowly. You had all that fun with me last night, and tonight it's my turn. You body is my playground." He was laughing as he reached down held onto her hips, giving him leverage to push further. "Unnnggghhh, I can't, you're too big," she gasped, almost breathless. She felt as if a baseball bat was pushing into her. She was sopping wet but he was huge. The head of his cock flared as it pushed into her, pushing outward against her vaginal wall. The entrance to her pussy was stretched tight. Only his head and about 2 inches of his cock was inside her. He still had a ways to go. Holding onto her hips, he rose up, and then began to push more of the thick cock into her. She was moaning as more of his cock slowly sunk into her. Her breathing was now coming in pants. Her hips were still pushing outward, her legs tight. "That's it baby, let it all in. Just relax that tight little pussy, you're doing fine." He eased his hips back, pulling his cock slowly out of her. There was resistance as the head reached the entrance. With a soft plop, the head popped out of her. She gasped as he immediately put the head back at her wet entrance and began to push into her again. Now, mixed with her fluids, he easily slid into her about half the length of his cock. Her head arched back as her hips rose up to meet him. Her legs spread wider as he rested just inside of her. "You're so tight you're gonna make me cum. Now you see why I had to numb it up. I didn't want to cum before you had your fun," he said laughing out loud. His right hand eased down between her legs. She was breathing so hard that she was actually gulping air. He rested his thumb on her clit, gently rubbing it with the wet fingertip. Her body jerked as his thumb began to dance all around the engorged clit. Her hips were beginning to buck; her head rolled back, her eyes closed. She was now panting in between quick short moans. "Ummm, I hope this is feeling as good to you as it is to me. Just hold on, I don't think this will take too long. You're so tight and warm." He suddenly thrust into her more, causing her body to jerk. "That's it, cum for me baby. Let me feel that pussy clutch my cock. Come on baby, milk me, milk me." He then thrust into her again. This time he slid easily all the way in, his cock buried deep inside her. "Agghhhhhhh," was the only sound coming from her. Her hips were jerking, trying to get him into her further. Her pussy had accommodated his size and was now clutching at him, milking him. His thumb was massaging her clit, forcing her toward a hard orgasm. Suddenly her thighs tightened and her back arched back hard. She moaned one time, long and deep. Hearing her, he began to pump faster into her, his numb cock no longer numb but throbbing from the tight grip that she had around it. As her orgasm increased the muscles forming the entrance to her pussy tightened around his cock, sucking hard at him. He could feel his balls beginning to let go, both balls tightening up, preparing to pump out. She could feel it too. He kept his thumb moving hard on her clit. Feeling her cumming, he pushed hard into her, pushing his cock head up against her cervix. He could feel the hard pumps of sperm rushing through his cock, filling the rubber. He was no longer numb, now throbbing and pumping. Spurt after spurt of the heavy thick cream pumped out of the two bloated balls. He pushed hard against her, feeling her muscles tightening and relaxing on his cock. Within moments, he could also feel her spasms lightening. He was still throbbing, but the pumping was over. The rubber was filled with the thick gooey cream. He slumped forward, his arms beside her shoulders. He was spent. Opening his eyes, he thought that she was unconscious. Her eyes were closed, she wasn't moving. Her breathing was still deep as if she were trying to catch her breath. "Ummm, that was something," he said, easing out of her. He was soft but was still lodged deeply inside of her. Pulling back from her, his cock slowly pulled out of her with an audible squishy plop. There was so much sperm in the rubber that most of the overfilled rubber stayed inside of her till he pulled it free with his hand. Looking down he saw that her pussy was gaping open, the lips puffy and thick, and a steady stream of juices flowing out it. He leaned down and put his mouth to her clit, gently sucking in. Her body immediately jerked as he sucked the overly sensitive bud in harder. "Shit, you're killing me. I'm too sensitive. Dammit, stop. I can't take any more." She said, her eyes partly closed. He continued the gentle sucking on her clit, and then moved his mouth down to the wide opening. Sucking in, his mouth pulled more juices out of her. He could hear her breath suck in as he applied more pressure to the raw nerves. "Oh baby, I think that you can go one more time," he laughed. "NO! I can't. It hurts too much; I won't be able to even walk. We're done. Take the cuffs off." She was trying to sit up, her arms now beginning to grow numb from her laying on them. Pushing her back down onto her back, he once again told her, "I don't think so. I'm not through with you yet." Reaching down between her legs, he slid one finger into her while his thumb began to slowly massage the sensitive clit. Her body stiffened as the rough sensations began to roll through her. Even overly sensitive, her body was responding to his hands. "I think that I'm probably through, but you're not," he said, his cock hanging limply between his legs. The rubber was obviously full of his heavy cream, his balls hanging down spent. "Just one more time and you're going to sleep so well." Jumping up from the bed, Ken went directly to her dresser drawers and opened a bottom drawer. It was obvious that he had been in her dresser before. He reached under a stack of sweaters and pulled out a long thick vibrator in the shape of a cock and balls. "You asshole, you've been going through my stuff," she yelled at him. "I know. I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. I wanted to see what level of sexuality you were operating on," he said smiling at her. "And now I know. I think that this toy might be just what the doctor ordered." He came back to the bed and immediately moved in between her thighs. Spreading her legs apart, he used his knees to hold her thighs apart. She struggled to sit up but couldn't with her arms behind her back. "Let me up you shit. I'm serious. I'm not playing anymore. The fun is over. Let me the fuck up!" "I don't think so. Like I said, one more time..." He moved the vibrator down between her legs. "I think that this is about where you had me, last night, wasn't it? It's a lot easier with a man, isn't it? Once he stops spurting, he's done. But with you, I'm not sure. All I can do is keep on stimulating and rubbing." Switching the vibrator on, he worked the head of the silicone cock into her entrance. Her hips bucked as he pushed it farther into her. She didn't say a word as he pushed it all the way into her. By then she could barely catch her breath. It was obvious that she was furious, but it was also obvious that she was more aroused than ever. He gently eased it back and forth, the top of it rubbing against her exposed clit. She was now panting, her breath coming in short gasps. "I do think that you're enjoying that," he said grinning at her. She wasn't listening, her own personal toy buried deep inside her, moving rhythmically in and out of her. "How about a little extra?" He then flipped the power switch to ON and began to steadily move the intensity switch up. By now her hips were bucking wildly, another orgasm starting deep within her. Ken found that it was harder to pull the toy out of her, her pussy clutching at it. The vibrations of the huge cock toy rolling through her. He knew that she was there, all he had to do was hold the toy inside her as her pussy tried to push it out. He smiled and turned the intensity switch to full power. By then her back and hips had risen up from the bed and were arched, her pussy pushing hard against the vibrator. She was shaking all over, her orgasm controlling her. Ken held the vibrator tight, pushed as far as possible into her. He held it there till her body slumped back down to the bed, spent. As her body slowly recovered, he turned the intensity down till it was softly purring inside of her. All that she could do was lie on the bed and moan as he slowly pulled it out of her. "Ok, now you're cum'd out. I told you that you were going to sleep well tonight. I think that we have achieved that. Wouldn't you say?" "Ummmm," was all that she could say. Ken got up from the bed and quickly retrieved a handcuff key. Gently sitting her up in the bed, he undid the cuffs from behind her back. Letting go of her she slumped back down into the soft sheets. She curled up on her side and was immediately asleep. Ken just stood there for a minute watching her sleep. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, before pulling the blanket up over her sleeping form. He then turned the light out and quietly left her room. The next morning Mandy again awoke to the sun streaming into her bedroom. Looking at the clock she realized that it was hours after she would normally get up. Ken had been right. She had slept unbelievably deep. As she sat up in the bed, she immediately felt a twinge of pain between her legs. Remember the evening before, she pulled back the sheets and checked herself, seeing that her pussy lips were extremely swollen and raw. She was aching, but it had been incredibly satisfying. It seemed to her that all was well. After all, it had been payback and they were now both even. Getting up she quickly left the bedroom and rushed downstairs. The entire house was quiet. As she went into the kitchen she saw a note on the table. It was very short and only said that he would be back. When she went into his bedroom she found that he had moved out. There was nothing to indicate when he would be back. The arrangement had ended. The End (maybe)