1 comments/ 102979 views/ 6 favorites Dirty War By: BigDave1340 Emma handed the microphone to her soundman, “I’ve had enough of this dirty war. I’ve seen too many innocent people killed, too many people hurt.” The soundman switched off his recorder and gave Emma a supportive smile. “I’m hot,” she continued, “I’ve not slept properly for a week, I have a constant headache, this flak-jacket is heavy, my helmet is hot and heavy, my hair’s a bloody mess, I need a shower, I haven’t spoken to Bob since I arrived at this goddamn place of evil, and to top it off, my period’s late.” The soundman gave Emma a hug as tears begun to well up in her eyes. “Come on Emma, let it all out,” he coaxed her as she sobbed into his shoulder. The cameraman paid little attention to her ranting; it reminded him of his wife’s moaning at him, every time he was sent on assignment, she got on his case. He decided he hated women, as he cleaned the desert dust from his camera lense. And just because Kath caught him on the receiving end of a ‘thank-you’ blowjob from her sister, for fixing her broken-down central heating boiler, his wife had taken his son away and left him. His arrogance and chauvinistic character wouldn’t let him understand why it was such a big deal for his wife, “after all, I wasn’t fucking her” he shouted back as she slammed the door in his face. That was two months ago; yes, he hated women, but he loved fucking. Jim, the cameraman, had teamed up with Emma and Dave, the soundman, at the beginning of the conflict. He hadn’t had sex in two months, and he found himself fantasising about Emma every time he had the camera perched on his shoulder. He would focus on her lips, her eyes, and sometimes, when they we rehearsing, he would focus on her petit breasts, imagining how he would lick and suck on her nipples. But, Emma loved her husband, Bob, and she had turned down several advances from associates over the five years she had been in television journalism. Jim wasn’t even going to try; he hated rejection. Dave was a solid shoulder to cry on. He was a good listener; ‘perhaps that’s why he was a good soundman’ Emma had thought on the three occasions she had broken down over the last three days. The bloodiness of this dirty war was worse than anything she had reported on in her fifteen years of journalism, ten of which she spent as a newspaper reporter for The Guardian. Even seeing the horrific piles of corpses in Rwanda and the killing sprees during the Bosnian conflict hadn’t got to her this badly. The explosions from allied bombing, some ten miles away, could be heard as Emma and the soundman slowly re-entered the hotel room from the balcony where they had just completed Emma’s latest report for the Associated Press. In the far distance, across the ancient city, plumes of thick acrid smoke billowed into the air, drifting northward and out over the desert. The desired effect from the militia had backfired and resulted in their downfall to the northeast of the city. They had split up and hidden with the innocent victims of this bloody war, where a bullet could kill without discrimination; and several of Emma’s work colleagues witnessed that firsthand, killed by snipers and shrapnel. Emma stopped sobbing as she pulled herself together. “It will soon be over,” she told herself, Dave agreeing, gently hugging her shoulder. Jim handed her a cup of hot black coffee taken from a stainless steel flask. She popped a couple of aspirin and drank the coffee, sat in the corner of the dusty hotel room. That night, she was woken from a deep sleep by a loud explosion. The allies had begun another sortie of air raids. The Jim and Dave had already set up the gear, fixed towards the city centre. Two huge explosions were capture on video by the time Emma wiped the sleep from her eyes and picked up her microphone to start a running commentary on the allied proceedings. The satellite uplink LED turned green and they were feeding the coverage live to the Associated Press office in London. The team had slept in their cloths and with the heat and dust, where in dire need of showers. But the adrenaline took over their sense of smell when a loud blast shook their hotel room. The camera powered down as the shockwave caused some damage to its electronic circuitry. Dave gave Emma a thumbs-up sign to tell her she was still feeding live commentary. “I don’t know if you heard that one, but it was extremely close,” Emma commented into her microphone. “The camera has just died on us, so I can only apologise for the loss of picture.” Emma continued her commentary for more than two hours; time flying by. Dawn approached and shades of blue began to appear on the eastern skyline. Bombing was now uncomfortably close. The team decided they needed to find a safer location. Emma signed off her report, informing millions of TV viewers of the need to flee from the area. “This is Emma Flo…” BANG! A huge explosion ripped through the hotel. Glass and concrete flew everywhere. The force of the explosion blew Dave over the balcony and onto the concrete five stories below. Jim’s torso turned red and glass and concrete fragment pierced his body as he flew across the room and hit a wall. Bloodstains outlining the impact as his dead body slumped in a heap on the floor. Jim and a heavy wooden door had shielded Emma. Her body lay unconscious on the hotel room floor, blood leaking from cuts on her right arm, but otherwise untouched. She came round several hours later. Loud ringing in her ears added to the pain in her head and the aches from her body. She looked around the room and saw Jim’s body lying slumped in a pool of blood. Dave was nowhere to be seen. Emma screamed when she realised what had happened. She staggered to her feet, almost collapsing as she supported herself against a splintered dressing table. Her right arm was caked in congealed blood. She panicked, then realised her wound was a minor one. Dazed and confused and with ringing in her ears, Emma stumbled to the balcony to call for help. It was then she saw a mob of militia ransacking Dave’s poor broken body, five stories below. “Stop it!” Emma screamed on top of her voice. She could barely hear herself over the ringing in her ears. Several of the militia looked up and saw the blond reporter looking down at them. Emma could see several talk, and point toward her, and then she saw one raise his AK47 and felt a bullet fly close by, narrowly missing her head, perhaps by millimetres. A small cloud of cement exploded off the wall behind her as the bullet lodged into the course plasterwork. Emma ran back into the room, opened the door and ran into the corridor. “Help, help,” she shouted, but there was no-one around to help her. She burst into two adjacent rooms and found several body parts scattered around the room. The CNN team had occupied this room, Jayne, Peter and Jocelyn. Emma screamed at the carnage and almost collapsed with shock. She ran into the next room, its door hanging on one of its three hinges. No-one to be seen. She ran down the corridor turning left at the end and straight into the arms of two militiamen. She screamed in surprise as they caught her and restrained her movement. In a flash, duck-tape was wrapped around her wrists and across her mouth. She was lifted onto a shoulder and fireman-carried down the internal staircase and into what remained of the hotel’s lobby. There, she was discourteously dropped onto the hard tiled floor. Her head thudding on the ceramic, and then blackness fell over her. Emma opened her eyes and saw nothing. ‘Are my eyes open or am I dreaming?’ she asked herself. Yes, her eyes were open and no, she wasn’t dreaming. Then, her memory fired into life. She remembered the carnage at the hotel and began to cry. Her salty tears stung her face as she realised her face had several small cuts. She felt bruised. Her head pounded and there were several large lumps at the back of her skull. Then she remembered being dropped onto the lobby floor. “Where am I?” she whispered to herself. The room, if that is what it was, was silent. Her ears were still ringing slightly, but she could hear herself breath now. Emma was totally disoriented. She didn’t know what time it was, how long she had been unconscious or where she was. She sobbed as fear crept in to overtake her common senses. A naked strip light flickered on. ‘How long have I been awake?’ she thought to herself. The door opened and two militiamen entered. One carried a metal cup of water, the other a chair. It was then that Emma looked around her surroundings. The room appeared to be similar to those she reported on two weeks earlier. She thought they were torture chambers then and now, she felt her fear explode as she watched her captors eye her up form her head down to her feet and back again. She could feel them undress her. She began to shake. “Do not be afraid,” said the one handing her the cup of water, “drink.” The other sat in the centre of the room. The bare concrete walls were about 20feet long and the ceiling about 8feet high. Two steel shackles hung from the ceiling and in the centre, under the captor’s chair, was a small drain. Emma feared for her life. The cup rattled against her teeth as she drank the warm water. “Slowly, slowly,” he said, taking the cup from her to give her chance to breath. “Who are you?” the other asked. “Emma Floyd, news correspondent for Associated Press, London Office.” “Why have you been saying bad things about our country?” “I’m a correspondent, I report what I see,” Emma began to tense as the man sat on the chair lit up a cheep cigar. A cloud of emanated from his puckered heavily moustached mouth. She hated cigar smoke; it clung to your clothes and your hair. She ran her fingers through her hair as she watched the cloud evaporate into nothingness. She became aware she hadn’t showered or changed her clothes in days, she must have looked a mess. Then reality took over her thoughts. “And what do you see now?” the captor asked as the one with the cup left the cell, slamming the metal door behind him. “Why are you holding me?” “I will be asking the questions, bitch!” Emma felt the mood swing instantly as he abruptly responded to her simple question. He spat on the floor in contempt then drew another lungful of cigar smoke. “Now, tell me, what do you see now?” he asked repeated his question. Emma realised she was a prisoner of war. As a member of the press, she was supposed to have limited access to the country and was not supposed to be classed as a prisoner of war. But these people ignored the rules of warfare. She had heard of innocent people and soldier’s torture. She didn’t want to believe the stories, but the scars of some of the victims spoke for themselves. ‘Surely they wouldn’t dare torture me?’ “I see an empty cell with a chair and two people talking,” Emma finally answered. “Wrong infidel!” shouted the captor, “you see a reception room with an enemy spy and her captor.” Emma shook as she listened to him rant on about how the press has become the enemy of his country, feeding treasonous words to his people, turning them against the freedom fighters of the world. She knew she was helpless; she began to cry. “Do you think tears will help you?” he whispered. Emma shook her head, “No”. He stood and left the room, taking the chair with him. The light extinguished and Emma was in total blackness once again. Emma drifted in and out of sleep. She was extremely hungry and thirsty. Twice, the heavy metal door opened and two containers were tossed into the room. Emma had to feel for them, one contained water, the other some form of oatmeal, much like a salty porridge. She ate every last scrap with her fingers, washing it down with the warm water. Emma woke with a fright as the metal door opened and the light flickered on. Three militiamen entered the room. One sat on his chair; the others took Emma’s arms and stood her under the shackles. She felt her wrists being bound and then her arms were hoisted above her head. Almost standing on tiptoes, Emma began to fear the worst. She felt the coldness of a large blade slip between her t-shirt and her back. The material gave way to the sharp blade and she felt the cooler air of the room on her exposed skin. The second assistant took hold of the t-shirt in front of Emma and ripped it from her, pain in her arms as the material was torn from her. Emma’s breasts were small and firm, so she never felt the need to wear a bra. Her nipples were erect and the second assistant pinched them, laughing as he did so. Emma then felt the blade cut through her leather belt and trousers. These too joined the t-shirt on the floor. Her white cotton panties were ripped from her and the second assistant smiled at Emma as he tugged her pubic hair, speaking in his native tongue as he inflicted pain; the other two laughed. “Out!” ordered the senior man, sat on his chair. The two militiamen left to cell, slamming the metal door behind them. “What are you going to do to me?” Emma trembled. “I will do what I please,” he answered. “Now be quiet and answer only my questions,” he ordered. He began a barrage of questions. Emma answered as best she could, but no matter what her answers were, he was not satisfied. “I see I am going to have to teach you a lesson in manners,” he whispered in Emma’s ear. She felt a hand on her ass, then a hard slap. The pain shot through her body and Emma winced. Another slap, then another. Emma’s tears rolled down her face. More questions, and still he wasn’t happy with Emma’s responses. From his pocket, he pulled a small metal clamp, similar to a bulldog clip. He placed it on Emma’s right nipple and tightened the screw. Emma whelped as she felt the pain sear through her breast. “Please, please,” she pleaded to her captor, but he ignored her cries and set another clamp on her left nipple. “You will answer my questions correctly,” he ordered Emma. Emma nodded her head, “Yes, yes.” More questions, but whatever Emma told him, he was not satisfied. It became apparent that she could have said nothing and still received the same punishment. It was clear he wanted to inflict pain on her body. The captor placed a hand on Emma’s vagina and sharply inserted two fingers. She was dry and the penetration was painful. Emma cried out in pain. “Quiet bitch!” he ordered as he forced a third finger into her. He began to grin, breathing over her with his rancid breath that stank of stale cheese, coffee and cigar smoke. Emma felt like throwing up, but managed to control her convulsions. He pulled out his fingers, spat on them, then reinserted then into her vagina. The spittle lubricated some, but it was still painful. Emma wanted to hurt this man badly. She felt his other hand reach behind her and a finger probe her ass. Again, shear pain as he pushed a finger into her tight ass hole. Emma screamed; she had never had anal penetration and it was extremely painful. The clamps on her nipples were forgotten at this point and all she could focus on was the pain in her ass burning through her body. The door burst open and the two assistants entered. The captor gave orders and soon he left the two assistants alone with Emma. They laughed and joked, staring at Emma’s body. She didn’t think they had seen body as white as hers before. One ran his fingers through her blond hair as the other pulled on one of the nipple clamps, sending a spear of pain through her. The first assistant stood behind Emma, feeling her ass and talking to the second man. She heard a zipper open and felt something probe between her ass cheaks. Emma realised she was about to get raped. His cock penetrated into her pussy as she screamed in defiance. The first assistant slapped her face to stop her screaming; it worked. Then he pulled out his cock and slowly wanked it to a full erection. He moved closer to Emma, then placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She felt him enter her along with the second man. She felt her pussy give in to the intruders. The instinctive urges began to make her juices flow. She felt betrayed by her own body. She breathed a sigh of relief when both emptied their semen into her without making her orgasm. If she had, then she would have performed treason on herself. The door slammed closed and the light extinguished. Emma, still tied to the shackles, felt semen run from her vagina and down her legs. She could smell man on her body, mixed in with her own body odour and pheromones. In the darkness, she focused on the nipples. They were numb now and she began to wonder what they were going to do next. ‘Would the kill me?’ she asked herself. The pain in her arms was excruciating as she came round when the door burst open and the light flickered on. She had no idea how long she had been strung up like this. She sensed the semen on her thighs had begun to crystallise, so she assumed she had fallen asleep for some time. Two militiamen dragged a large wooden table into the room and placed it behind Emma. She could hear them discuss something and the sound of wood and metal coming into contact. A new face appeared at the door and ordered the two men out of the cell. The door slammed and the man approached Emma. “Here, let me help you get a little more comfortable,” he said as he untied her wrists, letting her arms fall slowly and lifelessly down to her side. Emma groaned as she felt blood circulation return, bringing life back into her arms and hands. The pain was almost as bad as the first man’s anal intrusion some time before. The captor helped Emma to lie down on the wooden table. She was oblivious to the various pieces of metal and wood that protruded from the table. She jus wanted to close her eyes and sleep. And she slept. The captor strapped her ankles to what looked like a gynaecological examination table. Emma’s ass was perched at the very edge of the foot of the table, her legs in stirrups and her ankles secured by leather buckles. Her arms were secured to her side with leather buckles and her head rested on a small leather cushion. Emma woke in surprise as she felt cold-water splash over her face and breasts. The nipple clamps had been removed and there were bruises to her nipples. She tried to defend against the cold, but her hands were secured at her side. The realisation of where she was suddenly come to her after the last shadows of a dream of home faded. Emma soon realised her predicament. She had laid on a table similar to this once before when she suffered a miscarriage ten years earlier. Three men hovered over her and a fourth was sat on a low stool between her legs. She felt him probe her vaginal and realised he was a doctor of sorts. She could just see the top of his head and the shoulders of his white coat. She felt him take a sample from her womb; she had had several cervical smears taken and was familiar with the procedure. Then, she began to wonder why there was a doctor probing around her private parts. She almost laughed at the thought of ‘private parts’, after what she had just been through, she had nothing private. The doctor stood then proceeded to inspect Emma’s abdomen and breasts. He looked up to one of the three men and nodded. He left the room. “Ah, Miss Floyd. We are glad you have rejoined us. We wouldn’t like for you to miss the enjoyment we are about to have with you.” Emma shuddered at the intonations of the man’s words. She was about to be raped again. One of the two assistants, a new face, dropped his trousers and penetrated her vagina. He slipped in relatively easily. Emma was expecting pain, but felt very little. ‘Perhaps the doctor, if he was a doctor, had applied some local anaesthesia’ she thought. The new face pounded Emma’s pussy. She could feel his size and every thump of his cock head against her womb. He exploded into her, filling her with his hot semen. Dirty War The first was quickly replaced by the second. A repeat pounding began. “Now, Miss Floyd. Perhaps you will answer my questions satisfactorily, no?” the third man, an officer(?) asked. More questions and unsatisfactory answers. Emma could have confessed to murder and he wouldn’t have been satisfied. Throughout the second man’s fucking, she tried to concentrate on the officer’s questions, but she found that her concentration was difficult to focus. Her pussy was beginning to take over her faculties and she felt an orgasm build up from deep inside. The second added his lot to the first’s, semen oozing from her vagina. The door opened and another militiaman entered. He dropped his trousers, exposing the biggest cock Emma had ever seen. It was at least 12” long and 3” thick. She shook in fright as he placed his cock at her entrance. Words were spoken and laughing filled the cell. A hard push and Emma felt her pussy give way. The pain erupted inside; subduing any sign of orgasm she felt brewing previously. She had never felt so full before. He pushed hard, fast and penetrated deep. She soon realised that the whole length of his cock was inside her. She ignored the officer’s questioning as her body betrayed her. An orgasm erupted through her body, causing her to shudder violently and push against the invader’s thrusts. Two more militia entered the room and stood either side of Emma. The officer stood back, allowing his men free access to Emma’s body. One forced his cock into Emma’s mouth, ordering her, in poor English, to suck his dick. She had no option but to comply. The second of the two slowly wanked over Emma’s breasts, tweaking her nipples, causing Emma to flinch as the pain added to the intense ecstasy of her orgasm. She felt the 12” cock explode inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The cock in her mouth twitched as it filled her mouth with semen. It dribbled over her chin, “Swallow, swallow” ordered the militiaman. She did, almost gagging in the process. Then, she felt warm spots on her breasts. The third had cum, firing his weapon and laying down semen on her breasts. He massaged it into her nipples and spoke in his native tongue; Emma understood not a word. The four laughed as they left Emma, strapped to the table. She felt semen dribble from her pussy and down between her buttocks and onto the table. The semen on her breast had begun to evaporate, causing her breasts to chill a little, her nipples hardening in the process. And her mouth still had remnants around it. She could smell the sweet saltiness of semen on her lips. Emma cried herself to sleep in the darkness of the room. “Emma, Emma,” a voice called out. Emma came around to the sound of a familiar voice. “Emma, you’re going to be okay, just hold on.” She could hear rat-tat-tat of small arms fire in the distance, interspersed with an occasional boom from mortar fire. Closer, she could hear debris being shovelled, bricks and blocks clattering as her rescuers dug her out of the hotel room debris. “It was a dream, it was a dream!” Emma shouted aloud, relieved that she was trapped under a small pile of rubble and not strapped to a wooden table in a torture cell. “Yes Emma, it will all be just a dream soon, you’re gonna make it.” Dave whispered in her ear. Dirty Washing It was a casual, giggly remark that set the ball rolling I think. A silly, throw-away sentence that must have stuck in my subconscious mind that sunny afternoon as I lay in the back garden, soaking up the rays of the all too absent sun and reading my girlie magazine. Pondering whether to try a new nail varnish that was supposed to never chip, I heard a squeal from over the fence of my next door neighbour, where Tina, a nice if a bit giddy young nurse that my daughter had nicknamed Miss Tits, due to her ample curves, was entertaining another new boyfriend. For some reason, her giggles turned to shushed whispers, so the guy was obviously in attendance as opposed to on her mobile phone that hardly leaves her ear. Whatever she'd whispered was completely ignored though as I heard heavy footsteps toward the fence before he stated quite deliberately: "So, who wears those next door then?" More giggles and shushes followed and I heard her slap him and say, "What about these, you should be asking." He wasn't to be diverted though and I suddenly realised that he was talking about my washing on the line that mainly consisted of our thongs, bras, stockings and tights. I didn't know where to put myself as he complimented my daughter and me on our choice of underwear and voiced his opinion on many of the tiny items pegged along the line. "They're only tiny little bits," said Tina a little defensively. "And they haven't got these for you to play with either." She said seductively, and I could imagine her lifting her top or placing his hands on those soft round globes, letting him need the flesh and tease her nipples out. "Anyway," she continued with another stupid giggle, "you'd split them in half with that thing." As she said this, I heard him grunt something like, 'Come here' and noticing a sliver of a gap in the fence, I placed my mag' on the lawn and eased myself over to where I had a good view of her showing off those tits to him until the poor guy could stand it no more and her pushed his hands up her tee shirt and pulled it and her black lacy bra up and over her head in one violent motion. Her giggles had gone by now, replaced by a look that was more akin to fear as he began to need those giant orbs in his huge hands and pushing her back, bent to suckle the soft flesh, biting and chewing her tits until her nipples stood out like organ stops. "Oh Rod no", she gasped, frantically looking around to make sure no neighbours were having a free show, but he was having none of it and scooping her up in his arms he lifted her easily and pulled off her big knickers, flashing her pink slit to the world as he carried her inside, back-heeling the door shut with a slam. It wasn't long before her muffled squeals and cries could be heard from her bedroom. 'you'd split them in half with that thing' Half an hour later, her cries reached a crescendo, then all was still, aside from me, for I still had my hands working away vigorously inside my bikini bottoms, the sight of his bulge burned into my mind and I must have had at least five good quality cums before I collapsed back on my sun lounger, exhausted and drifted off to sleep. "Mom........mom.............MOM!" said my daughter Becca as she shook me. "You'll get sun burned if you're not careful." She was right of course, even though I have a Mediterranean complexion, I am not immune from burning. She was also a good enough daughter to not mention the fact that my right hand was still deep inside my tiny bikini bottoms or the thick, white pussy cream that was still leaking from my exposed and swollen slit. Oh God!! How am I going to look her in the eye over dinner? Inside Becca had begun dinner and I watched her bend over to get some salad from the fridge, her mini skirt she'd changed into after work riding high up her slim, stand alone thighs and exposing her tiny bum and G-string panties. 'You'd split them in half with that thing' Oh God, I shook my head and tried to concentrate on food, not his bulge, not her cries, not his obvious enjoyment of our sexy underwear on the line. Just because that bitch doesn't look so good in skimpy underwear......... ...................."Mo-om!" "Sorry hun," I stammered, "what is it, baby?" "Salad dressing," adding, "for the fifth time." "Oh gosh," I gasped, "sorry, bottom shelf, new bottle." Ten minutes into a light, prawn salad, Tina's gasps and cries began again and this time it was even louder than outside. Now his manly grunts were audible too, and after trying to continue our girly small talk for a while, Becca eventually burst into a fit of giggles and to my utter shock mentioned casually: "No wonder you were in such a state, mom." "Wha.....What?" "You know," she smiled brightly, and cut her eyes to a point beneath the table. I was speechless and I felt my mouth open and close like a goldfish. "He is a bit of a hunk though, isn't he." She said with a wink. "He was inside her all last night when you were at Aunt June's too. I was in the same state as you were earlier." "OMG, I never knew you...." "I am nineteen mom, I can vote and drink and do anything I want to." "Yes but....." "What do you think of my skirt?" "Well it's very short." I half gasped. "That's because I turned the hem up even higher," she giggled. "I borrowed a DVD off of Tina Tits last night, and did it while I watched the movie." "What are you up to, Becca?" "I don't see why I can't show myself off to him, get his attention too." "But..." "But nothing mom, he was checking me out last night in my tight jeans, he's going to love me in this." She smiled and chewed her bottom lip. "Especially now he's seen our underwear on the line." "So that was why you spread them out like a show!" I laughed. "Oh yeah! I want him to see what his prize comes wrapped in." "Hmmm," I found myself purring. "She got really defensive over our undies. I could hear her trying to get his attention." "Really!?" "Yeah, but he wasn't having any of it. I think he just stood there, he was definitely enjoying the sight. She ended up having to get her own tits out to lure him back." "How many times has he taken her today?" "At least twice including this time." "She goes on her shift in half an hour. You can help me take it round if you like?" "Or you could invite him round here, help us with this wine?" "Mom, you horny slut." She slapped my arm playfully and we both giggled like school girls. An hour later we heard Tina pull off the drive and go to her job at the local Hospital. Becca had been like a cat-on-hot-bricks for the last half hour, worrying that Tina might have changed her shift or was just too tired out from his attentions to get out of bed. She hadn't been gone five minutes when Becca slipped off her flip-flops for blue four inch sandals and pushed her 34B tits higher inside her padded half cup bra. For some reason, she paused at the doorway and turned to me, said 'wish me luck', and leant into me, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted, and we kissed open mouthed and I'm embarrassed to say; I pushed my tongue gently into her mouth where it danced with hers for only a few seconds, but felt like hours. Whatever, as she left the room, I squeezed my thighs tight together and a tiny orgasm punched out from my tummy and soaked my third pair of panties today. Becca came back five minutes later distraught. She'd arrived just as he was going out the door to a waiting taxi. Thanking her, he'd taken the DVD and skimmed it into the lounge before walking her back down the path and bidding her goodnight. I sat with her and consoled her for a while, kissing her crown as I stroked her long dark hair, down to her bare back and up again. I don't know whether it was the wine, the heat or our kiss, but I suddenly found my hand sliding up inside her top, past her bra strap and up to the nape of her neck. She just snuggled closer so I continued my exploration of her silky, slender body. Lifting her arms, I slipped off her crop-top without a murmur of protest, and lifting her bum, hitched her skirt up over her hips and around her waist. Hmmm she was so slight, but so slinky, just like I'd been at her age, the year I'd conceived her. Unlike the brutal Rod, who'd ripped Tina's top and bra off, I now unhooked Becca's bra and gently eased it off her plump little boobs that stood out so proudly, dipping to kiss the smooth flesh as I realised my own blouse had somehow come undone and her hands slid in to cup my own unrestrained 36C's. Her hands were amazing, stoking and teasing my breasts until the nipples stood out long and swollen, I'd always had sensitive breasts but Becca was driving me crazy with her attentions and I threw my head back and groaned as I felt my pussy gush all over the sofa and her softly moaned 'oh baby, look what you've done,' rang in my ears as she slid a finger along the tiny soaked gusset of my thong. Not mom or mother, but 'baby', as if we had become equal somehow as lovers. I loved it. The banging on the window soon brought us out of our sex trance though. It was Rod and after our initial squeals of panic, we heard him shout, 'get this door open or I'm kicking it in.' Quickly I rushed to the front door and he was upon me as soon as he stepped over the threshold. "Fucking hell girls, you pair look so good together." "But.....how?" I stammered. "I've been watching for five minutes, you look amazing together." Becca was in tears. "Why did you go out? She wailed like a child." "Well I'm here now, so if you ladies wouldn't mind, seeing as you've been having all the fun for the last half hour...." I was about to ask what he wanted, until the question dissolved as his jeans hit the floor and ten thick inches of evilly veined cock reared up at us." 'you'd split them in half with that thing!' Dropping to my knees, I joined my wonderful daughter who while quickly down there, was now staring at it as if mesmerised as his cock swayed heavily from side to side in front of her, a thick string of pre-cum connecting her thigh to his angry looking, purple headed dong. A big hand then held her head and guided her forward, her mouth automatically opening wide to receive him she struggled, then gagged, her eyes tearing up again as I kissed and loved her and whispered to her that she was doing fine and relax and just mouth it until it's covered in her spit. She was consumed by fear however, so I scooped every last ounce of saliva in my own mouth and easing him back spat it all over his bell end and into her mouth for her to lube him with. It did the trick and I heard her now begin to suck greedily and noisily on his huge bone while I sank down and took his balls into my mouth one at a time, warming up those huge pendulous baby makers until he eased me off with a lust-filled grin, saying: "That's enough of that sweetheart, if you want to feel it in your belly." I was thrilled at his compliment and helped Becca with his shaft listening to his grunts of satisfaction and pleasure as we hungrily fellated him until: "Okay ladies, who wants it first?" We both almost screamed me, ME! Before looking sheepishly at each other, forever in control, the amazing Rod just looked down into our shiny, excited faces and said quite simply; "Steady down girls, there's more than enough here for the both of you." Before looking at me and saying, why don't you take off your daughters little G-String for me. Becca wasn't complaining. He asked her a few questions about the size of her previous boyfriends and nodding once said simply: "Okay baby, bend over the sofa with your ass in the air, we'll test your depth and how elastic your little snatch is, eh?" I though Becca would faint, I know I nearly did as he knelt behind her and rubbed the glans up and down her puffy slit, coating what wasn't soaked in pussy juices with his thick pre-cum. Honestly, his pre-cum was more than my ex-hubby could produce as his main dish. Pushing against her, I heard her whimper and stroked her hair as he changed his angle and pushed again. That was better, Even though Becca's howl was somehow what I could imagine a cave-woman would have sounded like as she was speared by a virile hunter-gatherer, she took most of the head inside her and not bothering to withdraw this time, Rod put six foot four and fifteen stones of pressure against my five foot five size six little darling until with a rush, six inches of thick, muscular cock vanished into my precious little daughter. "You'd split them in half with that thing!" Becca just floundered around like a marionette with half her strings cut, her eyes like saucers looking at me but not seeing me, I kissed and loved her and asked how she was feeling while Rod just held it in there, totally in control of her, hell he was totally in control of both of us. And if I needed any confirmation of that he eased me forward and ordered me to spit onto where they were joined and lick and stimulate the seal. I just did as I was told. My first attempt hitting her right in her tiny ass hole, I was making some more when he moved my head down, telling me 'not to waste it'. And I found myself licking my daughters tiny brown star which her cries of passion encouraged him to hold me there until I'd worked the tip of my tongue inside that forbidden hole and brought her to another shuddering climax. Becca took eight of those thick veiny inches on her first attempt for fifteen minutes of slow burn fucking. How many times she came she couldn't remember, all she remembered was him carrying her to bed later and having one of the best nights sleep ever. As for me, I was ready and willing as soon as he reappeared in the doorway, and he complimented me on my daughter and her underwear ploy and micro skirt. As he said later, it became clear as soon as he'd got to the pub and he immediately called another cab to get at our desperate weeping pussies. I am quite proud of myself to say that I took nine inches of that thick monster on my first time, my orgasm beginning as he entered and still buzzing through me as he carried me to my daughter, both my pussy and tummy loaded with his thick love seed and we curled up in each others arms. And he didn't split us in half, and we both came back for more, so that's showed that big titted slut next door, who I am very happy to report has been getting a little less action of late as two tiny ladies not a million miles from her front door; do their best to milk her guy of as much of his wonderful thick spunk as we can manage. I can only wonder what will go through her mind in six months time when Becca's baby arrives in her maternity ward with its long limbs and long thick cock on it, because surely it couldn't be Rod's. I mean, He'd split us in half with his thing, Wouldn't he? Dirty Washing "Claire," I heard a voice call out. I groaned. 'Not now, Mallory,' I thought, more exasperated than irritated if I was being honest with myself. She strolled into my room, where I sat at my desk, typing away at the computer. I didn't look up. Maybe if I didn't acknowledge her, she would simply go away and leave me to my work. I would... "serve" her later. However, after a quick glance out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but do a double take and look at her full-on. She was standing in the doorway completely naked, hands on hips. I couldn't help but steal a glance down her willowy figure, couldn't help but admire how her pale, cream-colored skin was completely lacking in stigmas or defects. Her bright green eyes glared over at me like lasers from beneath a thick fringe of long black curls. She reached up a hand and crooked a finger at me menacingly. "Mal, I can't, I have work-" "You've got two more days, so don't give me any of that crap," she scoffed, coming over to me and grabbing me out of my seat. She half-pulled, half-dragged me from my room and into the bathroom, ignoring my feeble protests. "Mal, please! This paper is important-" "Shut up, you whore!" she snapped, rolling her eyes and slamming the door shut behind us. She turned and pushed me up against the wall, leaning in until her face was a hair away from my own. I could smell the natural perfume of her skin, and suddenly I could think of nothing else except how close her lips were to my own and how bare her perfect body was. "Right now, you're all mine," she said, leaning in and biting the edge of my ear. She reached down and yanked at the buttons of my blouse, nearly popping them right off in her haste. She all but ripped my pants from my form. Her arms reached right around me and slipped open the clasps of my bra, sliding it down my arms and onto the floor. She tore away my underpants and now I stood, naked and, if I was being honest, rather afraid. She turned me around, took me by the shoulders and shoved me so roughly into the shower that I slipped on the sleek floor and fell. She reached for the shower head, flipped it outwards and twisted one of the knobs. Hot water sprayed in all directions, splashing against the walls of the small, tiled room, no larger than a broom closet. I was soaked almost instantly. She stepped in before me, shutting the glass door with a small snap. I was still sitting on the floor where I'd fallen, staring up at her. I was trembling with anxiety; I had no idea what to do. She took a step towards me and bent down. Her large eyes stared into mine and, seeing my fear, she said, "Relax, I'm not doing anything... yet." She winked. Reaching around me, she picked up the shampoo bottle, slid open the cap and squeezed a dollop of the thick, pastel-colored substance into her hand. She tilted my head downward and began to scrub it into my hair with gentle, precise movements. "Have to keep my favorite little whore clean," she said, her voice teasing. I snorted. " 'Favorite...' " I was trying to sound jocular, while at the same time wondering if she had actually been joking or not. The soap was beginning to run down my face. I could taste its bitter edge in my mouth. I blinked rapidly as the all-too-familiar sting of suds spiked through my eyes. Instinctively, I reached up a hand to clear my vision. The touch of her fingertips suddenly left my head and I felt her pressing, almost crushing my wrists into the floor. "Oh no, I can't let you do that," she said, that wicked, mischievous edge that I was all too familiar with coming into her voice. "Can't squander an opportunity like this. You, sitting here below me, unable to see what I'm going to do to you..." I heard a squeaking sound as she rose to her feet. The water that had been pouring down on me suddenly vanished, and the sound of it hitting the floor changed, grew closer. I felt one of her hands slide along my inner thigh, higher and higher up. I gave a small gasp, thinking that I knew what would come next. Instead, she merely pressed it back, parting my legs open. I obeyed, spreading them wide for her. She patted my leg approvingly. Then the sounds of the water against tile were gone, and a sudden rush of moisture and heat sprayed up into my pussy. I shrieked and writhed on the slick surface of the floor. Her hand, the one that wasn't gripping the shower head, grabbed me just at the base of my throat and pushed me up against the wall. "You're going to try and escape when the fun's only just started?" she chuckled. "Mal..." my voice was a pleading whine. "Aw, now don't pretend you're not loving it." I was loving it, loving every moment of it. The pressure of the water and hot moisture gushing up into me sent waves of pleasure coarsing through my abdomen. I felt her lips against mine then, wet and hot, moving against mine in harmony. Her tongue poked out and ran along my lips, gathering up the bitter soap. I couldn't stop a small moan from escaping as our tongues entwined, ravelling together in a slow, erotic dance. The hand that gripped my throat slid downwards slowly as she toyed with one of my breasts, pinching the nipple, feeling how hard it was beneath her fingertips. Our lips parted and she began to kiss and tongue her way down my neck, her hand releasing my breast and traveling along my stomach. I moaned as she began to suckle at my tit, her hand now caressing against my clit, massaging in slow, clockwise patterns. "Mmm, does that feel nice?" she asked, her lips tickling against my breast as she spoke. I said nothing. She pinched my clit between her finger and thumb. "Tell me," she said, and I could hear amusement in her tone. "Say it, right now." "Y-yes, Mistress," I gasped, as her hand traveled still lower. The rush of water was gone and she was stroking along the lips of my pussy, brushing them ever so lightly with her fingertips. I writhed against the sleek floor and wall, whimpering as she gently stuck one finger in. She crooked it, making a gesture as though she were beckoning to someone, tickling against my g-spot. I gasped, twisting my body away hard. "Oh, so wet already?" she chuckled, her voice growing husky with desire. "You're so easy, Claire." And then came the sweetest torture yet: her mouth left my breast and suddenly she was mouthing my clit, stroking against it with her tongue, suckling it up between her lips. I couldn't help but cry out from the surprise of the contact. I moaned, feeling her mouth paint trails of fire everywhere it touched. "Mallory!" I threw out a hand wildly. I felt the top of her soft, thick black hair and grasped it, tangling my fingers in it, needing something to hold on to to keep myself from floating away on a sea of pleasure. I heard her utter a muffled moan, felt the lips of my pussy vibrate against her mouth with the sound. Her tongue penetrated, licking along inside me. I whimpered as she coated me from the inside with the painful ecstasy of fire. I writhed, wanting to move in ways that were impossible in such a confined space. *SLAP!* I shrieked in surprise as her wet hand struck against my ass forcefully, silently commanding me to be still. Suddenly, she pulled me away from the wall and slammed me down against the floor. Her hand ran across my face, wiping the suds from my eyes. Relieved to see again, I saw her turn so that her body was across mine, her face against my clit and mine against hers. "Suck me until we both cum, slut," she hissed. I moaned. "Yes, Mistress." Gently, I ran my tongue along her hard, pink lips, tasting her. 'She may have teased me for it, but she's wet too,' I noted with some smugness. Her taste was sweet and vaguely salty, I savored the flavor on my tongue and along my lips. I poked my tongue in as she had, feeling along her hot, moist inner cavern. "Spank me while you're at it, bitch," I heard her murmur from between my legs. "Yes, Mistress." *SLAP!* I slapped her with my palm while plunging my tongue as deep into her wet pussy as I could. She moaned; now she was the one writhing. "Again!" she cried. *SLAP!* "Harder!" *SLAP!* "Claire..." her high, thin voice spoke the word as if it were a kind of plea. That one sound sent a bolt of ecstasy shooting through my groin and I could feel the muscles of my pussy tightening, preparing for the end. "Oh, god," I moaned. "I-I'm going to cum soon..." "Not without me," she growled. "Suck, bitch! Suck me hard!" I gathered her lips into my mouth and pulled away slightly, releasing them with a small *pop!* "Oh, yes, that's it!" she cried. I ran my tongue in and out of her, licking along the sides, sucking away at her juices. "I'm cumming!" she shrieked, and I could feel my own body climaxing as her sweet tongue worked away at me. Our bodies were entwined with one another completely, steam rising off our skins, slippery with soap and one another's cum as we climaxed together. - - - "So, how did you like it?" she asked, smirking as we toweled off. "It was... pleasurable," I said stiffly, my face burning. She snorted, rolling her eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass, Claire." "Good, my work here is done." She laughed, and hit me across the head with her towel. As we left the bathroom together, I smiled to myself, imagining the look on my boyfriend's face when I confessed what we'd just done without him. Dirty Weekend Part I -- Anticipation --------------------------------------- You said: "Tell me your wildest, most thrilling sexual fantasy, and I'll make it happen for you this weekend." What a sweet and thoughtful request. How could I possibly refuse? The key to sexy is arousal. The key to arousal is passion. Inflame mine in every way you can, baby, and not only will you give me the best and most unforgettable weekend of my life, but you will love it all the more. I mean, I appreciate your altruism in this, but it's so much more fun to give and receive. Don't you think? Please be very clear that when i talk about sexy, I never preclude any element of what sexy can mean. It can mean down and dirty, or sweet and caring; filthy and disgraceful, or warm and passionate. Romance has its place, as does control and submission. No holds are barred, no restraints are in place... unless they're made of shiny stainless steel and you simply haven't used them on me yet. Any and all of the following are recommended activities. They can be repeated, as and if and when you see fit. -- Seduce me. By any method you wish. By any method you can. Let me know you want me, and don't be shy about it. -- Make me feel as though I'm completely in your power, and at your mercy. You want me, so you have me. I'm yours to please and enrapture... as you are mine. -- Have the room welcoming with a candle-lit ambiance. Have the bed strewn with fragrant rose petals. Then throw me onto it and fuck me from behind until i scream in ecstasy. -- Let me know how you're feeling. Moreover, let me sense how much you desire me, how much you're attracted to me. Do this constantly: as i straddle you, squeezing and massaging you as you pump within me; as you hold my ankles to my ears as you fuck me hard and fast; as i take your cock deep in my throat and pleasure you in the way that i know you love (those special noises you make being my recurring proof). -- Order champagne, and strawberries and hot, liquid chocolate. Dip two strawberries in the chocolate, eat one and feed me the other. Then dribble the hot molten chocolate around my nipple, and lick it lasciviously -- before taking a healthy nip as I shriek with pleasure. Pour me a glass of champagne, and watch me drink it -- and then, when it's your turn to imbibe, use me as your champagne flute. -- Kiss me. Deeply passionate hot kisses that sends my nervous system into almost-shutdown of every organ not dedicated to pure sensual pleasure. Run your fingers through my hair, draw soft and intricate patterns in my hair, and on the soft skin of my neck, especially that tiny area just below and behind my ears that is guaranteed to jump start me, even when I'm spent. -- Restrain my wrists and ankles with silken cord, and raise the anticipation levels of us both by holding back and waiting. For extra effect, blindfold me, and have me guess what's coming next... ... is it your tongue, working its wicked magic up the inside of one thigh, on its way to taste my champagne-soaked pussy? ... is it your fingers, exploring me and opening me up, as my senses scream for your fingertip on my clit and your long probing fingers in my cunt and my ass? ... is it a playful spank on my ass, followed by a generous squirt of lube, heralding the arrival of the new metal butt plug you've bought me? ...is it the bittersweet sting of new nipple clamps, as you fix and adjust them according to my sighs of pleasure? ... is it your cock, nudging my lips hopefully? -- Take me as i stand in the bathroom, applying the lipstick that you'll soon remove. Walk up behind me, kiss my neck in that achingly familiar way that sends shivers down my spine, and run your hand up my leg as you simultaneously lift it. Bend me slightly forward and ease your cock into me, sliding in easily through the hot and slick folds of my cunt. What happens next is up to you -- see how the mood affects you at the time. Slow, fast... you decide. -- Take me as i stand on the balcony, in full view of the other guests. Such behaviour is as arousing a thought as it gets, i think. This is one for the leisurely slow and passionate fuck, I would think -- but you can prove me wrong. -- Take my ass. You want it, and I know it. I want it, and you know it. It's been a long dance of courtship between my sweet posterior, and your hungry cock. And now, the waiting time is over. Bring lube a-plenty, and fuck me. By the way... yes. I do remember how to go wild. Now just give me the opportunity. ********************************** Part II -- Awakening -------------------------------------- Hazy light filters through an opened window, half concealed by a thickly-lined, partly-drawn curtain. Two bodies lie moulded together, back-to-belly. Breathing in tandem... slow, steady, calm and peaceful. Her arm is draped languidly over his waist, and her head is buried between his shoulder blades; face turned ceiling-wards to avoid suffocation. His fingers play lazily with hers, softly pulling them towards his face so she can feel his breath on them. He grunts involuntarily and shifts slightly so that her hand is now hanging over the soft bare skin of his stomach. He sighs contentedly, mildly rousing her from her slumbers. Instinctively, her fingers begin to subtly trace patterns across his stomach and across the soft hair on his torso. She can feel the baby-soft skin beneath the tangle and she delights in the sensation that she causes, hearing it as he sighs almost-silently. The soft noises intensify as he shifts himself once more so that he is turned towards her and his fingertips on her body are mimicking hers on his own. Tracing multi-dimensional shapes and patterns over warm, sleepy-soft skin, they each learn the various dips and contours of the other's body as if anew. Her fingers restrict themselves mostly to his abdomen and chest, marvelling at the breadth and strength contained therein. His sweep across a more macro plane -- running over her shoulders, down her back and then up to her neck. Each time skimming the soft tender spot beneath her ear lobe, causing her to shiver afresh with delight, again and again. They lie this way for what seems like hours, reacquainting themselves with each other physically. For now, no other contact is made although her nipples are taut and upstanding, and he can feel his arousal and his cock grow stronger by the second. She can feel herself moistening rapidly, and decides to shift the current paradigm. Removing her hand from his torso, she reaches behind her back and grabs his. Instinctively, he uses this position to pull her closer toward him, until their faces touch and she can feel his breath on her cheek. She pulls his hand down and around and with a bold movement, sweeps it between her legs. He moans appreciatively. "Good god, you're so wet." These are the first words that pass between them that morning, and they crystallize the mood for their time together -- the time that this dawn has heralded. Warm, tender and thoroughly depraved. Her fingers once again itch to mimic his, and she moves her hand to his cock, eliciting deeper, more vocal sighs and moans of pleasure and appreciation. She moves her body so that he can continue his ministrations to her cunt, and pauses only to apply a dollop of lube to her fingertips. She continues her encouraging stroking of his cock, and accompanies it with a inquisitively slick finger sliding into his ass, crooking the digit once inside to reach and stimulate his prostate. She's known he's wanted this for a long time, and is secretly pleased because she also knows that she's the first to do this for him. He yelps in delight. "Oh my god! Yes, it's so good..... oh.... yeeessss.... so so so good....mmm." His skilled fingers respond to this by seeking out her most vulnerable and orgiastic places, and stimulating them until she gasps from the intensity of the orgasm about to hit. Together, they each induce an orgasm from the other. Lying there, silent but for involuntary ecstasy, they subside back into a warm embrace. Dawn has indeed broken. And so, the weekend begins. ************************************ Part III -- Afternoon debauchery --------------------------------------------------------- He raised an eyebrow at me over the carafe of water placed between us on the table. As i lifted a forkful of deliciously rare steak to my lips, he asked me: "Did you enjoy yourself this afternoon? You were wet; god, so wet. Gushing. Like... wow. Unbelievable." The casually tossed out sentence spiralled me back in time approximately four hours. In my mind's eye, i was detached from myself; floating above where I'd lain on the bed. Well, when i say lain, i mean positioned on all fours. Cuffed. Bound. Blindfolded. My wrists were shackled by two sweet, minx-fur handcuffs, crossed and positioned over my head, so that i veered between balancing on my elbows and forearms, and occasionally adding my blindfolded forehead to the mix. The covering for my eyes was a rather elegant scarf made of silk jersey that I'd worn last for my sister's wedding. I loved the irony of how elegant an item could also function so well in such depraved circumstances. My ankles were tied with rope, crossed firmly in place to ensure that my ass and cunt were on full display to him, and that he could do anything he wanted to or with me. Ah, sweet submission. In my cunt buzzed a rabbit vibe. The ears were hit-and-missing my clit, but to be honest, i was so overwhelmed by sensations that this was the least of my concerns. Occasionally he'd push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations. In my ass -- well, there was no stability of routine to what was going on with my ass. Between his fingers, another vibrating dildo and his cock, my ass was fair game for pretty much anything that afternoon. ******************* He'd begun this adventure by blindfolding me as I lay supine and expectant. I was sad to no longer see the evil look in his eye as he thought of tasks and punishments to delight and arouse me, but i acquiesced, like a good sub. I'm learning. And this learning curve is way more fun than any such curve I was on in school. He'd tapped my face with a finger, and commanded me to suck his taut upstanding cock. I'd reached out a hand to find it, and bring my mouth closer, when i suddenly felt a massive blow to my left buttock. Thwack! "Did I tell you that you could use your hands?" I shook my sightless head mutely. "Understand, Missy. Only your tongue. I want you to learn the layout of my body with your tongue. If you use your hands again, your next punishment will be more extreme." It was a shame that he couldn't see my eyes glitter with excitement behind the silk jersey. I think he noticed my excited shivers though, as he seemed pleased with my quietly nodded response. I felt his cock come close to my face, grazing my cheeks and nose. I reached out my tongue, to catch it, taste it, wrap it in my soft warmth -- and then felt it move away abruptly. Thwack! Another spank, this time on my other buttock. "Your blow jobs are terrible today, Missy. I don't know what's wrong with you." In my heart of hearts i could sense him biting back ferocious giggles. I wasn't sure i could hear any withheld laughter in his voice, but i knew he was laughing. He knew what he was doing, he knew that under no circumstances could anyone achieve anything even vaguely resembling the most rudimentary form of blow job with the time allowed for contact between cock and tongue. He also knew that I knew how much he loved the way in which i performed fellatio on him. This was his game, his way of teasing and delighting me. "Get on all fours, " he directed, pushing me onto my side in order to give me a fighting chance at getting into position relatively unaided. And then began the games with my ass. He began by starting to slide an unlubed finger into me -- and immediately I forgot the game, forgot the rules, and cried out for mercy. "Please, baby, please. Use the lube... i know I'm not supposed to speak, i know you'll spank me for this... I don't care. Use the lube. Please. Have mercy!" He made no comment to my outburst, but paused, and i could hear lube-squirting-onto-finger noises. I knew he'd heard my plea as it had been intended -- one from the heart. I thanked heaven silently that he was a compassionate person, and that since I'd been the first person to ever finger-fuck his ass (an event that had taken place only that morning) and had made a point of using lube when I did, he'd know that I wasn't being cheeky in an attempt to have my ass paddled. His finger slid into my ass, and I gasped as it was withdrawn and then replaced with an almost-identical companion digit. "That's good, baby... yes?" I nodded. "Does it feel good when i combine it with this?" he asked. Suddenly my cunt was filled with 8.5" of rabbit vibrator. The fingers continued to move in and out of me. I was floating in bliss, experiencing almost- and mini-orgasms in rapid succession. The fingers were once again withdrawn, and this time replaced with a (well-lubricated) plain vibrator. Dual penetration. And buzzing vibrations with it. I was nearing complete ecstasy. I cried out in blissed-out joy, which was what he'd been waiting for. Thwack! Whack! Smack! His hand landed a series of blows on my buttocks. "Who said you could speak, slut?" I bowed my head penitently. He leaned over until i could feel his lips against my ear, and his breath on my cheek. "Now I'm going to punish you," he murmured meaningfully. My mind raced as to what my punishment might entail. I knew what i hoped it would be. Slowly and deliberately, he removed the plain vibrator from my ass, and pushed the rabbit further into my cunt from where it had strayed. He paused to sweep his hand beneath the rabbit to collect some of my previously gushed juice, and added a judicious dollop of lube, smearing the mixture up and down his shaft. I couldn't see this, but i knew it was what he was doing by the action that followed. And it was exactly what I'd hoped. I felt his cock nudging at my anus. Idly i wondered whether the dildo that had been in it previously would have had any kind of stretching effect. And then, as the initial pain hit and i wondered afresh why i ever allowed men anywhere near my poor little ass if this was the effect (immediately prior to the mumbling blissful feelings that followed during which i mercifully forgot and blocked out all thought of the agony), i realised that no great stretching had been effected. But then, as it always does, the pain receded and the pleasure began. For a dom who was fucking my ass but good, he was surprisingly gentle and smooth, and i allowed myself a whimper or two of ecstatic bliss. The vibrator buzzing within me combined with the ass-fucking sensations brought me closer and closer to orgasm until it suddenly hit, and i gasped as the vibe flew onto the bed, when my cunt shuddered from within and forced it out. As i subsided into a quivering heap of happiness and post-orgasmic satisfaction, he removed my blindfold, and my shackles, thereby ending the dom/sub session. It was just me and him again. "Did you come?" I whispered, all but spent from the hours of fucking. "I came in your ass," he grinned. "I've wanted to do that since i met you." And playfully spanked me once more on my ass... for luck. Dirty Weekend I got the text around 6.30. "I'm leaving the spa in about ten minutes. So should be with you by 7. S xxx". I'd met Sophie a few months ago. She had been at a networking event at the Institute of Directors in Pall Mall. By far the youngest woman there, I'd naturally spotted her. But I hadn't expected to be talking to her. However, we ended up with drinks in our hands having found a quiet corner with comfy leather sofas. Sophie had short dark hair and a winning smile with twinkling eyes. She dressed very professionally. You could see she had amazing legs and a great figure. We'd talked about her journey into marketing and setting up her own business. Just by being in her company, it made me feel on top of the world. I'd expected it to be just that evening though. We exchanged business cards at the end. Yes, we had flirted together all that evening and it had been enormous fun... But I couldn't see how we'd meet again really. A few months later, my clinic had decided to launch a cosmetic surgery line. And I said to the management team, that I knew the right person to manage our go to market strategy. Sophie's card was out of my wallet and we had met a couple of times. Now was the evening to see the video to be launched through the channels she had selected. We'd arranged to meet at a bar near her home. I'd decided to book a room in the hotel nearby. "I have had my nails manicured and painted a smutty scarlet for you. And I've had my make-up done." The next text followed. I smiled. Well! There were my instructions to show my appreciation when I saw her. But I was still flattered that Sophie should make this effort. And my eyes fell on her choice of 'smutty'. Certainly she was never less than the constant tease! Then a third text came through. "Millie's coming too as she said she'd like to be there the next time we met." No request. No context. But Sophie had told me about Millie. She was apparently a close friend and a personal trainer at the nearby gym. She had come up as the subject of conversation at our last meeting. I remembered two things now. That Sophie had said that her decision to use waxing had followed an intimate moment between them. And that Sophie's parting words had been "perhaps we should make it a threesome." Each of our meetings seemed to test the boundaries every time. 7pm arrived and so did Sophie. She looked sensational with her business clothes, perfect hair and beautifully made up face. I stood up to greet her. I had chosen a dark wide pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and strong purple tie. She laughed at my formality and we kissed affectionately on the cheek. "I love your fingernails. Is striking the right word?" I said. Looking at the acrylic extensions that made her long fingers look even longer. "Well, they could certainly do some damage against some soft skin." said Sophie, her eyes twinkling as usual. "I'd better keep my trousers on then". I replied. "Don't you dare!" came back Sophie. "I won the contract from the spa. I'm in the mood to celebrate". "Well, let's start that with some champagne." I said. And I went to the bar, bringing back a bottle of Taittinger with three flutes. "Millie's always late. But I've had a text that she's on her way. She'll appreciate the champagne." And indeed, at that moment, a woman with the silkiest blonde hair arrived. As if to add to the drama of the moment, the bass opening of KT Tunstall's "Suddenly I See" played over the speakers in the bar. Sophie leapt up and put her arms around her friend, kissing her on the mouth in front of me. I could see that Millie was a little shorter than Sophie. But she was equally smartly dressed in an electric blue blouse and black mid-thigh pencil skirt. Suddenly thoughts of her gym and her firm toned body flooded my head. "... You can see she's a beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl ..." went the song over the speakers. I shook myself mentally to collect my thoughts. I extended my hand rather formally. "Hello. You must be Millie! I'm Sam." Millie looked at me with gently amused eyes. She took my hand, but moved in closer to me. She turned her head slightly and I accepted the invitation to kiss her on the cheek as she kissed me back. "Would you like some champagne, Millie?" "Is the Pope a catholic?" she replied. OK. Quick witted - like Sophie - I filed away. And I filled the last flute, handing it to Millie. We turned our attention to the business of the evening. Sophie showed us the video. It captured what I had wanted to emphasise - that proper and professional consultations took place. It also gave the reassurance that our clinic was staffed with fully qualified physicians. And it subtly used the prestige of the Harley Street address. Overall, I was delighted with the results and I thanked Sophie. Millie critiqued from the perspective of someone who might be a customer. Millie was sharp enough to point out that all the actresses were in absolutely no need of Botox or filler. This moved us on into a deep conversation on the ethics of the industry, social pressures, regulation, and so on. I could see I was in the company of two very intelligent women. I relaxed with the glass of champagne. It was just fun to be in the company of two beautiful, intelligent women. Accept the company and enjoy the conversation, I said to myself. The conversation moved to more personal matters. Millie asked about how Sophie and I met. I asked Millie about her gym and training regime. Sophie raised the subject of tattoos and piercings! I had to admit that I had none. But with a little bravado, I decided to say that I had considered a cock ring. "Eeee yuk" said Millie. "I don't like those." "I don't mind a cock cage." said Sophie. Quite quickly, I realised I was heading out of my depth. "I understand Sophie has a nipple piercing!" I said to move the conversation along. The knowledge was from the benefit of our frank conversations. "Yes," said Millie. "her left to be precise." The two girls looked at each other. I've just been trumped I thought to myself. "I have a tattoo." added Millie. "Oh yes." I asked. "Where is it and what is it of?" "Under my breast and it's a quote from Einstein". "OK." the pitch of my voice raised. "Was not expecting that! So does Sophie know what the quote is?" Thinking of how Millie knew about Sophie. "Hmmmm. Something about everyone being a genius but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid." "You do have a good memory, Soph." confirmed Millie. And all I could think about was whether Sophie had actually read the tattoo. "Well, it's been a different kind of evening" I said as the clock moved on to 9pm. "Intelligent conversation and philosophy. Not my usual Friday evening. Thank you, both. I need to send the video on to the management committee. I promised it them tonight for our Steering Committee tomorrow. It's been such a pleasure." And we parted with affectionate kisses but with a sense of tension that there was really much more to the evening. I headed on to my hotel. And I posted the video from my email to the team. It was 9.30pm. My phone buzzed. I looked down at the text. Sophie's name was above it. "We're in the bath together, Sam. xxxxx" A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again. "Come over if you want dirty sex tonight. S&M (kinda has a ring to it dontcha think?)" I picked up my phone. "Where?" A few seconds later Sophie texted me her address. ... I arrived at Sophie's at one minute past ten to ring the doorbell. There was still a part of me that could not believe this was happening to a middle aged guy like me. Was I being set up? Was it a complete stranger's house I was being sent to in a massive practical joke? Millie answered the front door, leaning around it - her fine blonde hair cascading down over her shoulder. I almost sighed with relief. Millie ushered me in, closing the front door behind us. I then saw that she was just wearing a black and white hooped rugby shirt. "I don't recognise the colours." I said "Brive." replied Millie, pushing her chest out ... presumably in order to display the club badge. "Ah, the French club!" I followed Millie down the hall. The shirt meant that the whole length of her legs was shown. They were golden tanned, matching her hair, and they had a wonderful muscled skin tone. The fact that I couldn't see any of her ass under the shirt paid wonderful tribute to the condition of her glutes! Then I saw Sophie. She stood in the room in matching bra and thong with hold up stockings and six inch heels. Her legs simply went on forever. "Sophie. You look incredible... I mean you both do..." The three of us embraced in the middle of the room, kissing each other's mouths as we held onto one another. "Give me your jacket, Doctor Sam" said Millie as we let go of each other. "And I told you that I wouldn't let you keep your trousers on tonight." reminded Sophie. "I suppose I am a little overdressed in the circumstances!" I said. I undressed unbuttoning my shirt and standing in my boxers. "And those too." instructed Sophie. I pulled down my boxers so I stood is just my unbuttoned white shirt. Sophie walked up to me. She ran her nails up my balls and grazed them along my shaft. "It's quite an animal, Sam. I'd say it needs caging. But we'll let it out tonight." And she kissed me on the mouth again as she scratched her nails along the bottom of my balls again, to leave me completely erect. An empty bottle of Moët lay on the carpet and another one opened. Clearly some Dutch courage had been needed to fire off those texts. I looked at the gorgeous pair as Sophie sat down and they both picked up their glasses to drink. I knelt at Sophie's feet, looking up at her, and slipped her heels off. Then I reached up and slipped her stocking off too, my fingertips brushing her thigh gently as I pulled it off her. She closed her eyes momentarily to savour the touch. I looked up into Sophie's deep brown eyes as she opened them again. The twinkle had been replaced by serious desire. "Have you ever had your wrists tied?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Lay on the ground. Put your arms over your head." I said. Sophie slipped to the ground and followed my order. I moved above her to tie her wrists together with her stocking. Millie moved down and picked up the bottle. She seemed to effortlessly slip Sophie's thong to the side and push the neck of the bottle into her pussy. "Just as well it wasn't Mumm" I murmured. The two girls seem to instantly get into it. Sophie was thrashing against the bottle as Millie thrust it in and out of her. Her head was rocking side to side. "Millie - kiss my tit the way you do." screamed Sophie. Her long neck stretched up so she looked pleadingly down at Millie as she lay on the ground. I moved round to take over bottle duties from Millie. Millie moved to the side of Sophie. She knelt down and started kissing her. I watched as she lifted Sophie's breast from the bra cup and used her mouth and lips and tongue to pleasure her nipple. It was the most delicate of touches, just using the piercing through the nipple to pull and stretch her every now and then; every time eliciting a moan from Sophie. Millie's hand reached down to mine as she continued to suck Sophie's breast. She guided the angle and the depth of the bottle as I picked up the speed. Sophie was bucking and screaming now. Millie's hand left mine and trailed along the bottle until her fingers rolled against Sophie's clit. Sophie's back arched as the orgasm rose through her body. Millie stopped my hand and released Sophie's nipple. Her legs clutched in and then she fell back to the floor. Millie looked at her and chuckled. "I have never seen you look such a mess, Soph! Your hair is all over the place. You've got one stocking on, the left breast out of your bra and your thong pulled across." Sophie didn't seem to mind how she had got so dishevelled. "Sam. I want your cum over me too." I grabbed my cock in my hand only too glad to touch myself. And I started to stroke. Millie freed Sophie's hands as Sophie lay there recovering her breath. "Millie - come and help me." I said. Millie came to me and replaced my hand with hers. We stood over Sophie as Millie pumped me with a corkscrew action. I looked into her strong blue eyes. It was almost too intense. And I had to throw my head back and just give myself to the girl's hand. Sophie sat up as she recognised that my climax was close. Almost instantly, the first ejaculation fired into her face. The second hit her chin and ran down her breasts. Millie yanked the final few squirts from me. Sophie wiped some of the warm white ribbon on her face with her hand. She presented Millie with her cum-covered fingers. Millie licked it off her and then began kissing and licking it off her face. The girls continued. Millie took off Sophie's bra. Then Sophie lifted off Millie's rugby shirt. Her mouth trailed down Millie's body. I watched as Sophie performed the intimate act on Millie that had persuaded Sophie herself to start waxing. She licked and kissed and probed Millie's utterly smooth cunt with her tongue. Millie fell back and gripped the side of the armchair. Her hips thrust out to Sophie's mouth. She rocked her hips in time with Sophie. She squeezed with her hands. She closed her eyes. And I listened as her breathing got faster, until there was a long moan from her mouth and her legs locked, thrusting her ass off the seat. We had all reached climax now. I didn't want it over. Millie was naked slumped in the chair. I was sat on the sofa opposite having watched the two girls. I slipped off my shirt. Sophie was sat on the floor. I moved down beside Sophie as Millie lay recovering. "Time to get you out of those last clothes." I whispered in her ear as I put my arms around her from behind. Sophie's bra and one stocking lay strewn on the carpet. She sat up and stretched out her leg so that I could push the other stocking down from behind her. I slipped it off her foot and placed it with her other stocking. Then I put my hands on the strings off her thong. She lifted her ass and let me slide it off her too. Millie was watching and alert now, so I playfully tossed the thong to her. She smiled and draped it over her face before placing it down. The air crackled with the moment of silence and anticipation for round two. So I asked Sophie. "Do you have any toys?" "Upstairs in the bedroom." "What do you have?" "Rabbit. Bullet. Butt plug. And anal beads." "Bring the bullet and the anal beads down. You're going to use them on Millie." Sophie leapt up to go on her errand. I went over to Millie and took her in my arms pulling her to me. For the first time, I now touched her incredible body. It was so firm, with such smooth, soft skin. I pulled her into me so I could feel her breasts against my chest. My hand ran down her back and squeezed her firm muscular ass. Absolutely incredible I thought to myself. Sophie returned quickly. She placed the butt plug next to me. "And that's going into your ass later, bad boy." Millie drew out of my arms and lay on the carpet raising her butt in the air. She knew exactly what she was going to be asked and didn't seem to mind at all. Sophie squeezed the lube straight onto Millie's rosebud. And then she buried the beads into her one by one using her long nails to push each one in. Millie groaned on each occasion and I counted the six beads. She then rolled over with her knees up and legs apart. Sophie took the bullet and started low. She worked it up and down the lips of Millie's pussy and over her clit. The moans continued from Millie's mouth. I wanted to come close and watch again. I moved above her and started caressing those beautiful breasts that I had felt touched against me a few moments ago. Sophie began probing Millie with the bullet, speeding it up. Again Millie's back arched and she looked down and thrust back into the vibrating toy. Millie started calling out and bucking. She was clearly close. Then she stiffened. Sophie ripped the string of beads out of her ass. And Millie's scream pierced the room. She shattered between us as her orgasm crashed over her. And then collapsed to the floor legs splayed. Sophie and I left her to recover and started to make out. We were standing, kissing, stroking, touching. Sophie's hand dropped to my crotch and started raking my balls and cock again. As she did, I felt a lubed finger on my asshole. Millie was behind me and inserting the butt plug. I gasped and Sophie dropped to her knees as she felt my cock respond. Millie was pushing the plug in my ass as Sophie used her mouth on my cock. Then to my shock, Millie stretched a rubber resistance band around our hips and tied us together. "I'm going to use you as my strap on, Sam." she whispered in my ear. Sophie sat on two cushions on the edge of the sofa spreading her legs. Millie and I moved between her legs. Sophie took my cock in her hand and guided it onto her dripping pussy. "Now!" she called out. And I felt Millie push my hips. My cock slid inside Sophie. Millie began to thrust back and forth. My hips took the timing from her, lock-stepped by the tight rubber strap holding us. Sophie's pussy felt so good around me. And every time Millie thrust, then not only did I fuck Sophie but Millie's bone seemed to drive the plug deeper into my ass. My head went wild and I felt my cock begging to cum. "I'm going to cum." I shouted out. "Shoot" ordered Millie. "Cum in me." cried out Sophie. She was thrusting her hips back hard into me. She was panting and moaning. I reached back and grabbed Millie's ass to signal to stop thrusting. Buried in Sophie's pussy, my cock spasmed and emptied its second load. As I did, Sophie's moan went suddenly louder and I felt her pussy clutch on my shaft. The cum inside her seemed to tip her over the edge. The climax washed across her body. "Mmmmm. You are the perfect strap on, Sam." whispered Millie into my ear. "I must keep you in the bottom drawer by my bed." "I think the pleasure was all mine, Millie." I said. Then I looked down at Sophie with her arms and legs splayed in post-orgasmic bliss. "Well, possibly not all." Dirty Weekend at Curl Curl Senior personal assistant Ella Rogers sighed and thought another **^?$#@ day at the office and this one could be as bad as it gets. She'd had four principals in five years, all female, and this one was a guy, who'd been due to arrive at the weekend from France. God a male shaving while yelling what files he wanted downloaded and picking his nose as he read reports. Because he was coming from France he'd probably ask for frog leg sandwiches with his mid-morning coffee. She adjusted a panty leg. Well at least she'd remembered to wear them. Frog legs... holy #*^*. She went to the kitchen and her mom served something that looked suspiciously like frog legs. "What's this?" "I have no idea sweetheart. It was something I found in the freezer. Taste it and tell me what it is." Ella turned to watch her father blindly aim his fork at his plate and manage to skewer something and it disappeared toward his mouth behind the newspaper he was reading. "Frogs legs," she said. Her father coughed and choked and something white and stringy came flying over the top of the falling newspaper, whizzed by Ella and landed over her mom's left eye. "Charlie you asshole," Annie yelped. "If you don't like your breakfast just say so. There's no need to throw it at me." Thirty -year old Ella, not wanting a kick in the backside, ghosted out of there before her parents noticed she was gone. Because they couldn't blame her for the incident, her parents were still yelling at one another when she left the house. She laughed thinking how upset she'd been when eighteen months ago her husband of three years announced he wanted a divorce because he wished to marry his PA. "Oh don't we get tizzy for all the wrong reasons?" she said, talking to herself again. "Malcolm and I proved to be entirely unsuitable for each other so why wasn't I jumping up and down in joy when he made that 'I want to marry a slut' announcement?" She had no idea. The bus was late arriving but the driver barged through against two sets of traffic lights as they were changing to red and she arrived at her desk in the offices of the Sydney law firm thirty seconds early. As usual the HR manager took the new person around to everyone first, ending at Ella's desk and hour and fifteen minutes later, not that it mattered because Ella had found the leg of her panties only felt tight because the elastic in the other leg had snapped. Well where was this new jerk who went by the odd name of Mr Husband? That must automatically mean he was married. When they stopped at her desk Mrs Maddock said primly, "Ella this is your new superior, Mr Husband. He has met everyone who matters and now I leave Mr Husband in your capable hands. Ella's hands twitched. God she's like to get her hands around him. He was rather dishy. "Hi may I take your coat?" "I'm not wearing one," he said, eyeing her strangely. "I thought you'd talk French. You have an American East Coast accent." "Oh that's very astute of you." "Many of the comedy films I see are set in Boston or New York." "Oh very droll." "No I meant comedies." "Oh pardon me I thought..." "Can it. That's just an example of Australian wit but it will be incomprehensible to you because you are American." "Wow talking with you is like being put through the mill." "Thanks." "That wasn't a compliment. I was being..." He stopped, catching her expression. "Oh another example of Australian humour I guess." "You are a quick learner Mr Husband." "Please call me Harvey." "Oh wouldn't you prefer me to call you by your proper name?" "Ah got you," Harvey cried triumphantly. "No, I wasn't joking. I can't believe anyone would call their kid Harvey." Harvey said stiffly, "Well my parents believed they were giving me a distinctive masculine name that went well with Husband." "Oh Harvey I'm ashamed. I really had no intention of making an issue of your name. It just happened and I'm sorry, very sorry. At high school I was teased mercilessly, 'Where's your fella Ella?' 'Ella has a fella' and 'Ella is yella' but I learned to slap above my weight and here am I giving you stick. I apologize." "Thanks for being sincere. No harm done." "I'm so relieved. Come through and I'll show you to your office." "Oh worried I might not find it? " Harvey joked, following Ella through the doorway and he chuckled when her hand came behind her to deliver a rude gesture. * * * Initially Harvey, a senior litigation lawyer, thought he'd scored the weirdest PA in the whole of Australia. She had a sexy laugh she used more often than not inappropriately, her humour was largely unfathomable, she told him filthy jokes expertly and claimed most Australian females would not be offended if he told them dirty jokes provided the c-word wasn't used. Further, she pulled up her stay-ups and would adjust a breast in her bra completely oblivious to him. Harvey began thinking of asking for a replacement PA but when he thought back about her work he was rather astonished. It had been practically faultless and she was incredibly quick and already had picked up on some of his habits, could read his appalling handwriting and could remember his diary entries faster and more accurately than he could recall them. Moreover she was extremely hospitable with clients, talking like a woman to women, displaying the right touch of deference to older women and was delightful to listen to when whispering to older male clients their zip was at half-mast. Ella appeared to know all 211 people on the payroll of Kingsley, Raymond and Welch, and probably was the only person in the building who did. She never failed to get him food from the company café when the notice said closed and the door was locked. Another thing Harvey had noticed was whenever a member of his team or someone from another department or even one of the partners approached his office, almost all would stop a chat to Ella and within moments she'd have them laughing. Finally the penny dropped: Harvey became aware he had a most remarkable personal assistant, by far the best he'd ever had. He also knew they were both divorced. Since his arrival in Australia he'd gone without sex and wondered with Ella being so lively so should have plenty of grunt in bed or over the end of the sofa. He licked his lips and accepted if he did wish to touch her it would have to be out of the office to avoid both of them being fired. So what to do? During the morning coffee break he said, "Would you mind if I changed your lunch hour to 1:00? Everyone requiring service from a law office knows not to call between 1:00 and 2:00." "Yeah okay providing you clear it with the office manager first." "Who's she?" "Thelma Fields. You were introduced when you first arrived and she was in here twice during your first week here asking if everything was okay." "Oh the redhead?" "She calls herself auburn." "Christ is there anything you don't know?" Ella smiled and said she didn't know why he wished to change her lunch hour. He coloured and she looked at him disbelievingly. "Christ you're after a piece of me." Harvey nodded so he wouldn't have to answer aloud. He then decided to explain. "I wish to get to know you better and thought we could occasionally have lunch together unless you wished to get away from me." She eyed him fearlessly. "How often?" "Um every day unless you have other priorities." She pushed him to the hilt but he was more than up to it. "Would you come shopping with me if I were to buy new lingerie?" "Yes of course but only if I were allowed in the try-out booth with you?" She laughed but didn't attempt to press to embarrass him. Instead she came right out with it. "Do you wish to date me?" "Why do you ask?" She spluttered, "Christ turning a question into a question is so typical of lawyers. I know you don't know many people in Sydney yet." He smiled and said that was an intelligent answer and she sniffed and said she was unaware there had been any other suitable response. He sighed and thought she may have made a great litigation lawyer judging by the way she thought and how quickly she could be on her feet. She then behaved liked the compleat PA. She said she'd call Mrs Fields and say Mr Husband wished to see her. "She's much less authoritarian face-to-face than when on the phone." Jesus wasn't there anything she didn't know? Ella returned and said, "Thelma Fields resigned this morning. Her doctor phoned and she requires urgent admission to hospital for treatment for invasive cancer. Oh the poor woman." "Yes that's must be dreadful for her. Does she have a family?" "Yes, her husband is an air traffic controller at the airport and two children are at university." Late that morning Harvey was at a meeting of senior lawyers chaired by the managing partner and discussing workloads, when the chairman announced the sudden resignation of Mrs Fields. "We have decided not to accept her resignation because she may well end up being able to work again. We will review the situation in six months. In the meantime we are looking around urgently to make an internal appointment as acting office manager. Does anyone have suggestions?" Two of the lawyers offered names that didn't appear to excite interest and then Harvey said, "I am willing to give up my PA Ella Rogers. She has a business degree and knows everyone in this entire building." Ralph the senior partner said, "Oh yes, Ella." Harvey said truthfully although Ella was super-efficient, she was flawed because she was abrasive and had an irreverent attitude and told dirty jokes. "Yes but she tells those jokes diplomatically," Leon said. "I'll talk to Ella and if she accepts the temporary position I have her pick out someone from general office to be her replacement for you Harvey." "Thank you but please make sure I get Ella back eventually. She works brilliantly for me." When Harvey returned to his office he said in Mrs Field's absence he was authorizing Ella's change in lunch hour beginning today. "Um Leon Black will be calling you to his office. At the meeting when he was discussing the need to find a temporary replacement internally for Mrs Field, I suggested you." "You what?" "Don't be surprised. You'll cruise into that job and you have a deputy to show you're the ropes." Ella looked dismayed and asked, "Don't you want me as your PA?" "I told Leon I want you back if you wish to return when your time is done as temporary office manager. The position places you in senior management and so if you pester me to have an affair with you while you are in that position, we can do so with immunity because I wouldn't be seducing an office insubordinate." Ella grinned and said in a hugely faked Australian accent, "God you're a real slimy bastard working this out for your benefit, um your potential benefit." During lunch Ella said Leon hadn't called her. Harvey said Leon would first wish to get the partners together to discuss the matter. She nodded. "I need to talk about this affair you seem so keen about Harvey. I must state I haven't had sex with a guy for months." He said "Me too" and Ella had to clap her hand over her mouth she was laughing so much. Harvey quickly corrected himself and said he'd been almost two months without A WOMAN. They both had chicken salad and a glass of wine. He said seriously, "I think we should date and see how we go rather than rush into it." She nodded in agreement. He decided to take the risk and said he was eager to get at her breasts. Ella chewed silently for a few seconds and then said, "I bet" and appeared pleased by his huge grin. That afternoon an all-staff memo announced that office manager Mrs Fields, who'd been with the firm 27 years, had taken extended sick leave. Ella Rogers had been appointed acting office manager, effective forthwith. The message stated the partners were delighted the very talented Miss Rogers had agreed to step into that senior administrative role. Earlier Ella had returned from being interviewed by the staff committee very excited and said, "I've got the position with a huge salary boost. Oh I'm so happy and this is all because of you." "No way, obvious talent always rises. You would have been assessed and selected without doubt." "Bullshit." He grinned and for a moment thought he was about to be kissed. Ella returned later and said, "I called mom and she's do excited as well. I told her you were the instigator and she has invited you to dinner tonight." He said cautiously that was nice. CHAPTER 2 Harvey drove up the driveway in the demo Lexus IS 350, the model he was thinking of buying. A balding guy came out of the detached double garage carrying two bottles of red wine and smiled and said, "Hi you must be Harvey. I'm Ella's dad. Please call me Charlie. We want you to know how pleased we are that you have pulled Ella out of the hole she was in. We haven't seen her this happy for a long, long time." "Her talent got her the job." Charlie smiled and said, "Good on you mate. She said you'd fudge what you've done for her. Obviously you are not a smart arse." Harvey hoped he wasn't, assuming that colloquialism meant he wasn't a show-off. The women rushed out and stopped a little short of Harvey. He held out his arms and asked did he rate being kissed. "Go on mom." "Call me Annie young man and try to remember I like sweet kisses." Annie seemed pleased with what she got and she pushed Ella forward and she and Harvey smiled at each other, focused deeply, and had their first kiss. He made sure he brushed over a breast as he let her go and heard Ella suck in breath. He kept his face passive but thought excellent, Ella appeared ready for sex. Still one never knew with women. The two women looked at the car and said the colour was pretty while Charlie asked about the size of the engine and what was the fuel consumption rating for city driving. Harvey was disappointed he wasn't asked about drivability, reliability and safety, aspects that he thought everyone should focus on when they bought a vehicle. Later at the vehicle Ella kissed Harvey and thanked him for being so considerate with her parents. "Mom whispered they think you are really wonderful." "So they want me to marry you?" She said vaguely, "Nothing is further from my mind." "What about your ex-husband?" "Oh very astute. You are so right about that. He's so far from my mind I've almost forgotten his name." Harvey palmed one of her tits gently as he kissed her again and before stepping into the car said he thought she might be ready to have sex with him. "I might be. Let's see what time brings." Harvey was very happy driving to his apartment building, knowing he could now look forward with confidence to fucking Ella. He didn't mind they weren't rushing into it. Most seniors probably often think about fucking their PAs but the replacement that Ella had found, Mrs Sharpe, was sharp in manner, wore conservative clothing, appeared to have no boobs and was aged fifty-seven. He had to smile when the first time he met Mrs Sharpe and had murmured to Ella, "Well done." But Mrs Sharpe fitted in well, was competent and possessed a legal executive advanced qualification and actually she was good to work with. But he really missed the repartee he had constantly with Ella. In fact he really missed Ella. On Tuesday evening Harvey thought he'd have to make the move and invite her to dinner and then could then flop on to the sofa and... and he felt quite dizzy thinking about that. Well perhaps he could invite her to a movie and then go to dinner, start the seduction slowly and perhaps over two or three weeks she could get used to him before he actually pushed into her. During that induction she could take his dick out a couple of times to begin getting used to handling it and... he began feeling dizzy with desire and his erection was bent over and hurting inside his jeans. Mercifully his phone went. Harvey walked over to get it, unzipping and pulling his bent erection straight and it appeared to react well and so he left it sticking out from his pants and hoped it wasn't his mom calling. "Hi." "Oh hi Ella, what are you doing?" "I'm in the bath playing with my nipples. I'm horny. What are you doing?" "Going through a brief," he lied. "You ought to have some fun and masturbate. What do you think of that radical comment from me?" "Oh, er, um," said the usually eloquent lawyer. "I'm calling to ask do you wish to go away somewhere for a dirty weekend this weekend?" "Sounds great. Do you mean hiking through mud?" "No I don't," she said crossly. "Um I wasn't sure what you meant by a dirty weekend?" "It means the same here as it does in most other countries and even Americans in the Bible Belt will know precisely what it means." "Um I don't think the French use that definition. They just go away and fuck." She laughed and said, "Oooh I think I could like France." "Right you make the arrangements and I'll bring the condoms." "And lube in case you convince me to drop my no-way objection to backdoor sex." He laughed and thought omigod and said he liked their dirty weekend already. Harvey was tired on Friday, coming out of three hours of pre-trial discussion in an attempt to get his client to accept the prosecution's offer of a deal on a plea to a lesser charge that would mean perhaps only six months in jail. But the client, who denied the evidence and maintained his innocent, had stuck to his intention to plead not guilty when appearing before the trial judge for failure to provide a reasonably safe workplace. A worker had had an arm severed by a guillotine and attempts to graft the arm back on had failed. Harvey was almost home in the stop-start rush hour traffic when he remembered he was mean to be taking his babe on a dirty weekend and his bags were in the boot (trunk). "Jesus," he yelled and pulled off two risky manoeuvres to get to the centre of the highway and at a break in the barrier that clearly stated 'Police Emergency Turns Only', he turned 180 degrees and looked across at a cop in a patrol car caught in the jam who looked at him and was slowly shaking his head. Well was the cop radioing to cops ahead of Harvey to stop him and to really turn Harvey's day into crap? Well the cop didn't appear to have been making that call. Harvey arrived back at the office without being apprehended. He called ahead to Ella to meet him at the front entrance and to hurry and she said he was made attempting to park there as parking was prohibited on that street during rush hour. "Your vehicle will be wheel-clamped and impounded." "Not if you move your fat butt." She laughed and called him a cheeky creep. Ella's but had just hit the leather seat when Harvey drove off snarling, "A fucking cop has just arrived and is virtually up my tail pipes. Close your door." "I will after I have my seatbelt on." Ella closed her door and the cop behind them hit his siren. Harvey pulled over. A female cop came to the window. "This explanation better be good, something I've never heard before and I think I've heard it all." Before Harvey could speak Ella said, "Ma'am this is my new boyfriend and we off on our first dirty weekend. It's your choice whether to screw it for us." "Oooh, what colourful language. No one has offered me that excuse. Off you go guys and have one for me. A cocktail I mean." As they drove off Harvey said, "We should have used our brains and left in the morning." "Now he tells me," Ella sighed. "I left behind work I should have finished. Where are we going?" "We cross the harbour at rush hour and then go north-east to Curl Curl Beach where we have one of three bedrooms with en suites at the front of a woman's house overlooking the beach. She serves our breakfast and dinners as part of the deal at a long table along with the other two couples should they choose to eat communally, otherwise she will serve the meals in their rooms." Dirty Weekend at Curl Curl "It sounds very folksy." He smiled and said he believed it would be and was pleased Ella said she'd not been to Curl Curl but when at high school had gone to a school picnic at Dee Why, the next beach north-east. "I like it," she said. "It's only 20 km from the city centre so we won't be travelling for hours and hours." "This is Friday evening," Harvey said glumly. "With the weekend exodus from the city the roads will be clogged. It could easily take us one and a half hours." They arrived in good spirits and the owner who lived at ground level with her family took them up to their room and then out to the open deck and introduced them to the other two couples already settled in and drinking. "Ella and I will just shower and change and be right out," Harvey said. "God the look on the faces of those two women," Ella said as they went to their room. "The didn't believe you. They were thinking we'd pause for more than a shower." "Well it's over to you," Harvey said. "Whatever makes you feel most comfortable." "In that case a bit of a smooch and you undress me and we shower without having sex. There will be plenty of time for sex." In the room Harvey stood in front of Ella and licked his lips. "I've been wanted to do this every since I first saw you," he said. Harvey kissed Ella slowly and just as slowly reached under her dress with his hand and cupped her pussy. "Oh yes," she drawled and then sighed, "Quick sex and no shower." "Oh great thinking," he said. "Get your own clothes off, it will cut delay." "Oh god, are you going to push all of that into me," she whimpered. Harvey spat on his hand and made her pussy entrance wet and then bent her over the end of the sofa and fed in his erection. She huffed and puffed a bit and her face went red but he docked fully without complaint. "Shouldn't you be wearing a condom?" she ventured. "Aren't you protected?" "Yes of course I am. But you have no reason to trust me as being disease free." "I see no need but if you..." "No," she said. "I have confidence in you. Hump away." She spoke to him foully and dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and it became all too much for Harvey. She looked at the wall clock and said triumphantly, "That took only six and a half minutes. We'll have time to shower. Let's hurry." "You fuck well and have great tits," he said. "Oooh, it sounds like I'm acceptable as a good fuck." Harvey grinned and had to admit he really liked Ella's style. They arrived back from dinner three and a half hours later, half drunk. He said, "That just has to be the best meal I've had in Australia. "Well you only ate fish, or should I say you gorged on fish?" "That woman just has to be a top chef and the wines hubby served were just beautiful, complimenting each course. I had thought this place was rather over-priced but now have good reason to change my mind. For tomorrow night I've ordered crocodile curried steak for entrée and the specialty of the house, roasted rack of lamb." "I thought American men went for beef steak?" "You are talking to an International American. When do you wish to marry me?" Ella had to suck in breath. She giggled and said he was drunk. He looked at her and waited and she coloured and said Omigod. She still hesitated and Harvey lifted an eyebrow. "Three months from now." "Good, an excellent response. Tomorrow we'll look for a ring." "I-I'd like that." "Good, don't I get a big kiss?" She rushed him and stopped to remove her dangling earrings. Harvey lay on the floor groaning. Until know he thought after the Spanish and then American women were the best amateur cock-suckers but after the virtuoso performance he was receiving, knew he'd have to adjust that thinking. Ella commenced slowly and built up until he believed he could feel every nerve end connected to such administering was screaming out for relief and she'd just taken every inch down her gullet with one of his balls attempting to disappear into her well-filled mouth as well. She was awesome. Later, after holding off in 55-minutes of slow humping he finally exploded, much to her relief. Ella gave him three minutes before she dropped a condom and container of lube on to his no-longer heaving stomach and said, "Did I hear you thinking anal?" He groaned but looked interested. Later and they were in bed close to drifting off he said. "Yeah three months sounds about right. We have to decide where we'll get married, my parents will have to meet you, we have to decide on our new living arrangements and we'll need to map out our working future and when you should come off the pill. "So I am to have babies and continue working?" "Oh yes, we are in this together for the long haul. You can suck cock better than any woman I know and I have no intention of losing access to that expertise. In all probability we'll come to love each other as well. I see us becoming a wonderful all-round team. What about you?" "You could be right. I have a good feeling in my bones about you. I never wanted a guy who thought he could boss me." THE END