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Anna

By: hamburgerhelper



The guests had arrived as planned by 8:30. Only Todd's boss and his wife Anna were late. As usual. Mel circled the living room refilling drinks and chitchatting away as the door bell rang. As she turned to get the door she bumped into Todd's secretary, which sent Mel's champagne flying, a few drops landing on her blouse, slightly dampening the fabric .

She opened the door brushing her blouse with a napkin.

"Looks like your leaking. I had no idea your son is still nursing, Mel. "

Anna stood there beaming. The door had barely opened and her first vulgarity had slipped from her lips. She loved to be like that. The bitch. Demeaning. Arrogant. And so self-assured. Martin, her balding husband, Todd's boss, just stood there and looked embarassed as he always did. And as always he said nothing to Anna. 

"Hi, Martin" Mel said, not paying any further attention to Anna.

" It is nice to see you. Please come in." She called the housekeeper over. " Yolanda get Mr. Boyle a scotch please and a glass of vinegar and water for Anna." Touché!

"You are such a cut up, Mel. I'll have champagne as well, Yolanda." An icy smile crept over her lips.

Mel escorted her guests into the large living room as the mexican servant fetched the drinks. 

Anna was leading the way, making her presence known to anyone in the room. How Mel hated her. Always had, ever since they had to start getting to know Martin and Anna better, soon after Todd had been promoted to CD of the art department at tcb advertising. Martin was the b: Boyle and had full creative control over the entire company. Todd was his right hand man and they worked well together. Anna was the tough as nails business side in the company (t:Tulenka) and oversaw the business dealings and the money. There was no c, it just sounded better than "tb advertising."

Anna was drop dead beautiful and she knew it. Long slender legs, perfect breasts, which were on the small side, but so well shaped and firm they never were confined to a bra . And her face: The high cheekbones of her Russian ancestry, the almond eyes, dark brown and hypnotic, and the most beautiful lips in the world. Mel hated her, but how she loved to look at her. 

Anna stepped down the steps leading to the lower part of the living room and Mel could clearly see her buttocks clenching, firm and hard, under the silk of her Yamamoto dress, the string disappearing into the dark valley of her ass cheeks. Mel couldn't understand how someone so beautiful could be so vile and vulgar.

Anna hugged Todd, and gazing back towards Mel, gave his leg a squeeze. Todd played along, at least Mel hoped he just went along with it, for the sake of his job. Mel waved and turned to some other guests standing near her.

Fifteen minutes or so later Anna was standing directly behind Mel. She squeezed Mel's shoulders a bit beyond friendly and whispered in her ear, "You look a little uptight, Mel. Doesn't that hunky hubby of yours get around to fucking you enough? That new Libby's campaign does keep him at the office a lot lately." 

Anna's nails dug through the thin fabric into Mel's soft skin. So many thoughts raced through Mel's head. She wanted to slap her. She wanted to leave as she usually did when Anna got on her nerves, but tonight she was the hostess. 

She wanted her. 

No.

She did not want her, she wanted to show the bitch what really getting fucked was like. She wanted Anna to feel the rage Mel had inside of her. She was going to make her suffer. And she was going to do it tonight. 

"Actually, Anna," Mel turned her face so should could whisper in Anna's ear. "My cunt is full of his cum right now, we fucked like bunnies just before the first guests arrived. You want some?"

Anna was startled but didn't let it show. Had Mel just offered her some of Todd's cum? Had she misjudged the little goody-goody after all? 

Mel took Anna's hand and led her through the throng of guests and up to the second floor. As they passed Yolanda, she whispered something Spanish into the servant's ear. When they reached the top of the stairs, Mel pulled Anna close to her. " I know why you are like you are. It's Martin. He is so soft and submissive, the bitch in you has run wild. Well it is time you learned a little self-control."

She pressed her tongue through Anna's lips and deep into her mouth. Anna did not, could not, resist and returned Mel's kiss as hard as she could. Mel opened the door to the bedroom and pushed Anna onto the floor, ripping the dress off of her in the process. 

" Eat my pussy, you little bitch. Todd's cum is in there, clean it up nice and good and maybe you'll get a reward."

Anna eagerly buried her lips in Mel's pussy, licking her way through the folds of hot flesh, tasting the saltiness on her lips. She was insatiable and spread Mel's cunt wide, licking her as hard as she could, juices flowing freely from her own snatch and leaving a damp spot on the Italian wool carpet. 

Mel was in heaven. The feeling of power only turned her on more and she came in a torrent of liquid which spilled out of her, drowning Anna in it. Anna lay on the floor recovering from her own climax as the door opened. Anna gasped.

Yolanda stepped in with a large tray. On it were three glasses, a bottle of champagne and two dildos. 

"Don't worry Anna. Yolanda has seen a woman with cum on her face before. Usually her cum on mine." Mel let out a long laugh and Anna reluctantly chimed in. 

"What is going on here?", she thought. Although still reeling from the great tasting pussy she had just licked, she was crouched on all fours her index finger gently rubbing her clit to keep the feeling going.

"Yolanda, please shove the black dildo up Ms. Tulenkas cunt, then undress and pour us some champagne."

Anna was too startled and too horny to object. The young maid had no trouble guiding the large black cock up Anna's pussy, seeing as how Anna was already cumming again and the juice kept spilling out of her. Mel had taken a seat in the large leather chair and started squeezing her nipples and stroking her clit with her manicured nails as she watched scene in front of her. This was so easy, she thought as the naked Yolanda poured her some champagne. Mel motioned for Yolanda to lick her. Yolanda disappeared between her thighs, her thick black hair not letting Mel get a good look at the licking taking place, but that was no problem. Mel just watched Anna instead. Anna was shoving the black rubber dick in and out of herself at a fierce pace. 

" Are you gonna be nicer to me now, Anna?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna be a lot nicer? Because I do not enjoy the way you treat me, Anna. Nobody treats me like that for long."

"Yes."

"That's good. But to prove to me that you've changed we need to do one more thing." Mel let out out a small cry as Yolanda finally brought her to climax. She lifted Yolanda's head and nodded towards her, a smile of utter contentment on her face. 

"Are you gonna be my bitch, Anna? Because you know I'll take care of you. I know Martin doesn't fuck you enough, doesn't fill you with cum like my Todd can. Are you gonna be my bitch and finally get what you need? What you need to make you happy. Are you?"

"Yes, Mel. God yes, anything"

"That's good. Anna. But my bitch needs to like it up the ass. Do you like it up the ass, Anna? And think twice before you answer."

"Yes, I need it up the ass. Please, Mel. Please fuck my ass." 

Anna did not hesitate one instant.

"That's Yolanda's job today Anna. But I know I will have the pleasure soon. But tonight I am going to watch."

Yolanda shoved the dildo in Anna's asshole as soon as Mel had said "watch." It hurt, no lube for Anna. Mel was sure it hurt. And now naked Yolanda was pumping the cock up Anna's ass, the ring of her sphincter quickly giving in to the massive toy inside of her abdomen. 

Mel quietly dressed as the Mexican servant continued to ravage Anna, who was sweating and screaming like a bear in the woods. 

"Fuck my Ass! Culo! Fuck my culo, mi amor. Si, Sii!"

As Mel approached the bedroom door, Yolanda had moved Anna near the window and on her back. She crouched over Anna's lips and let the woman lap at her pussy. Mel was certain Yolanda had positioned her just right. Anna was lying parallel to the window, two dildos inside her, wildly thrashing about and hungrily sucking the musky latina's snatch. Yolanda's back was facing the window. No one would know it was her.

"It is so good to see you like that, Anna. It is a such a fucking turn on." 

Anna just screamed , "YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME!!!!!"

And as Mel flicked on the light and pressed the little button that opened the curtains automatically, Yolanda started to pee. A thick stream of gold washed onto Anna's face, while a hundred friends and business associates in the garden below watched. 

Touché. Touché indeed. 

Anna



Hi,

No I haven't changed her name! Kate is still being 'born'. About 85% written so just that and the editing to go.

This is an older piece written some years ago as part of the 'Caroline' legacy. I began to read it again and thought, what the heck, post it. It takes place about a year after they meet and covers a week or so in Italy. Two new ladies (Italian) appear and events have progressed so there may be things that seem to need explanation, e.g. Caroline is pregnant. These will become clear when, and if, I post the rest of 'Caroline'. It ends rather abruptly as I am going to continue with it when I finish all of the Miranda trilogy. It is posted with some trepidation but, what the hell! 

Some CAVEATS:

This has not been extensively edited so be kind!

Photographs are mentioned but I've taken them out. I use shots from the web, movies, etc to illustrate these stories for myself (and gain inspiration) but there are copyright issues if posting.

LENGTH – it's a long piece, 114,000 words (bloody hell, again you say). Sorry but I wrote this for me. I share it in the hope you might get some pleasure from reading it.

It contains, in addition to the usual stuff, a threesome and DP, and some interesting use of ice, but no violence or non-consensual sex .

Although posted in 'Anal' there is plenty of straight and oral sex but the main focus is on the female rear.

This may be a little, not sure how to explain it really, Mills and Boonish I suppose, for some of you. Read the intro to Caroline, Chapter 1.1. It explains the raison d'etre for the piece.

Comments, as ever, are welcome but politeness would be appreciated if you criticise, as would an option to reply. Please vote!

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It was the first week in March that Mike heard from the builders in Italy. The work on the villa was nearly finished and they wanted him to go out and check that everything was OK. I was starting to get pretty big by now, 5½ months into my pregnancy, so I wasn't sure about going with him.

 "Lena, angel," he said, "I want you to come with me. We can have a week away. How about it?"

 Well it was OK by me because I still wanted to arrange for him to have Anna but I was worried about Jo. She had recovered from the problems at the start of her pregnancy but she was still feeling tired most of the time. Mary said that her baby was particularly demanding and there wasn't all that much they could do, she'd just have to eat well and rest. I still felt fine although I was beginning to feel the extra weight and had been doing most of the housework and everything, looking after Jo. I also wondered about Gianna, how she would feel. Would she want to come with us. She had been a regular visitor and shared our bed often.

 "I want to," I said to him, "it'll be nice." Then I added smiling, "I can arrange for you to have Anna can't I?"

 He laughed, "Lena, you are incorrigible. I don't need Anna, I've got you." Now I should mention how he was at that time. I'd read all the magazines and they all said that women start to get a little worried about now. Worried about their looks and how attractive they are to their men. A big lump in the front, saggy and very tender boobs, and a general tiredness because of the extra demands on the body don't actually make for a feeling of sexiness. Well, you know how I feel, I'm not very pretty anyway. Jo, Amy, Anna, as well as Gianna, are all prettier than me so I didn't feel it quite so much. The other thing was Mike. He must have faced this before with his wife and Gianna. With me he was wonderful, not only this time but every time. I must admit as well that, and I know you won't believe this, I was going off sex!

 He was wonderful however, he would kiss me all the time, hold me, make love to me, and tell me how beautiful I was and he wasn't demanding. When I thought about it, he only made love to me when I wanted to. He made me feel beautiful, he couldn't fail to do so. Although he didn't ask for sex, he was attentive, helpful, supportive, and always ready when I wanted him. I suppose he had been through it four times hadn't he, so he knew what to expect.

 "I want you to have her, you do want her don't you?" He looked sad and helpless.

 "Yes," he said, "I won't lie to you, you know that. She's young, sexy, and probably inexperienced. That's all an old man's fantasies rolled up into one but I'd rather have you any day, you know that."

 I kissed him, "Yes, I do know that, that's why I don't mind you having her and by the way, you are not old! She still wants you, you know. I speak to her every week."

 He smiled, "Well, do you want to come out to the villa. I've got to go but if you don't come I'll fly out and back in a couple of days. If you want to come I think we'll go down by train. No stress or worry for you that way."

 "Oh, I do want to come but I must sort things out with Jo and Gianna. I don't want to leave Jo on her own. You can see how tired she is and I think the house and looking after Guy will get on top of her. I need to talk to Gianna as well. She might want to come Mike, can she?"

 "Of course she can: might cock up your plans for Anna though," he added smiling.

 "Oh no," I said laughing back, "she knows all about those plans. I might see if she'll stay with Jo," I said pensively, "I think she might like to get away for a week or so but she'll probably be reluctant to come to Italy with us."

"I'll leave it all to you to arrange then, let me know and I'll book the train."

So I spoke to Gianna that evening. I was right, she would have liked to come but she was reluctant to tell Silvio about it. It was too obvious a liaison and she was worried people would notice. She did, however, welcome the chance to look after Jo. Jo was OK as well. She said she was perfectly fine to look after herself and Guy but he insisted that she wasn't and should rest so she finally caved in and agreed to Gianna coming to stay for a fortnight which, incidentally, allowed her to spend a Saturday night with Mike before we left.

I did discuss Anna with Gianna some time before we left. "Gianna," I said as we had coffee, "you remember that lovely young waitress at the restaurant in Stresa?"

"Mmm, yes. Anna was her name wasn't it." She laughed, "That's the one you said fancied Mike isn't it. I remember, you said you could get her for him." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly. "You're planning something aren't you?"

Over that last few months we'd grown to know each other very well. After all, we shared a bed together often, and we often shared Mike in bed. We shopped and went out together. Our relationship was strange. We could almost change as we went along. Sometimes we were like mother and daughter, sometimes like sisters, sometimes lovers, and quite often really, dual wives. We loved each other in all these ways as well so we felt very intensely about each other and had grown to recognise nuances in behaviour. We did have a true ménage a trois except that Gianna didn't live with us all the time.

I laughed, "Yes," I said guiltily, "I am. I phone her every week just to keep in touch and find out how her mother is doing. She doesn't have a boyfriend, gone off them she says. Fed up with groping and fumbling. She still fancies him like mad she told me, dreams of him all the time would you believe." I looked at Gianna fixedly, "I want him to have her Arna. It'll be good for him and it'll be good for her. He can live out his fantasies can't he, young woman, inexperienced, attractive. Do you mind."

She thought, "No, I'm not jealous of him. Well, I suppose I would be if HE went off with another woman but if we arrange it, then I don't mind. Yes if you can arrange it for him," she laughed, "it'll keep him in practice."

"Well, she's only 20 and, although she's had several boyfriends, I don't think she's ever really got much pleasure from sex." I whispered conspirationally, "And she's a virgin at the back."

"God, he'll love that," said Gianna laughing. "At least she'll learn how to enjoy it the right way. There isn't any better teacher is there?"

I laughed, "No, there certainly isn't."

She became serious, "Lena, love, are you OK. You know, with him. Is he treating you properly. This can be a bad time."

I smiled fondly at her concern. "Yes," I said, "he is. Arna he's lovely. He keeps telling me how beautiful I am. He wakes up first thing and I'm lying there, no makeup or anything and he kisses me and says the most wonderful things." I smiled again, "The only problem is he makes me cry. I'm so emotional and he's so lovely. He's always ready when I want to make love." I looked at her questioningly, "Not that I want to quite so much now. Is that usual."

"Yes, I think it is. It's a problem really. You feel you have to, to keep your man, but quite often you're tired and, to put it bluntly, don't want to know. I felt that way, I know that, and he was wonderful then. If he makes you feel good he must be doing all right. I think the break will do you good," she laughed, "and, if you get Anna for him, it'll do him good as well."

"Mmm," I said smiling, "I'll speak to her."

"You mentioned her mother. What was that about?"

"I don't suppose you know but her mother is a software engineer, would you believe. She's a widow and she used to work for a company in Arona but they're going bust and they've just let her go. With no money coming in Anna's worried about what will happen. Last year I mentioned her mum to Mike and he had a word with Nardo about the possibility of employing her if she became available so Mike's just had a word with him and they're trying to sort something out. I think Nardo wants to check how good she is then he'll talk to Mike. Anyway, we should be able to sort everything out when we get to Italy."

So both Gianna and Jo were happy with the arrangements and I told him straight away. We left early on a Monday morning, sleeping overnight on the train down, and arrived in Stresa about 4:00 on Tuesday afternoon. He had a car waiting at the station. I suppose we didn't really need one but he didn't want to be without transport if we needed it.

The villa looked a bit like a building site outside but, when you looked past all that, you could see that a lot of work had been done. They'd finished in the building itself and were concentrating on the garage under the pool, which was being enlarged as well, so we could stay without much disturbance. Mike unpacked the car while I settled in and phoned Anna. We arranged to meet for coffee the next day (Wednesday) in Stresa while Mike saw the architect and building boss.

He came upstairs with the cases (not too many, I'd buy any clothes I needed) and looked at me.

"Happy?" he said smiling down as I sat on the sofa.

"Mmm," I said smiling back, "I like it here. It makes me feel, oh I don't know, secure." I looked at him demurely, "And sexy," I said then realised that I didn't look very sexy. "Although I don't look it!"

He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his, "You always look sexy," he said seriously, "you're my love."

Well, you know, that makes me cry, "I'm not," I said, "everyone's prettier than me, especially now. You wait till you see Anna."

Now I had annoyed him. I could see his eyes flash. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, now, tomorrow, next week, anytime. I love you and I love looking at you. In my eyes you're beautiful. I don't want any more of this non-sense," he said suddenly smiling. "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight and I'm not going to drink very much."

He was playing, "Oh why?" I asked archly.

"Because," he said giving me 'that' look, "I'm going to make mad passionate love to you tonight. Is that all right?" he ended with a smile. On this occasion, of course it was!

"Mmm," I said, "I like the idea of that." He laughed and we finished unpacking before leaving for the restaurant. It was a nice meal and nice to meet some of the friends we'd made last year. We didn't get home too late and, as we walked up the stairs to the lounge after parking the car, he put his arms around me.

"You see," he said, "they all like you just as much now."

"They are nice aren't they. Oh Mike I do so love it here."

"Mmm. There is a sort of ambiance about the whole place. Mind," he added, "it might be different living here all the time."

"Yes, I suppose so but coming here like this is so nice."

He smiled at me, that smile, "Now you sexy little miss, how about some coffee followed by some really hot sex?"

I laughed at him, "Sounds good to me. You make the coffee and I'll go and get ready." He looked surprised, "Well," I said licking my lips, "you have liqueurs with coffee don't you and I know how you like your liqueurs!" 

He looked at me and smouldered. He loved doing that, front and back. He would literally drink the liqueur from my pussy and my bottom. He took me in both places sometimes, full of liqueur. It is so, so sexy and so bloody naughty, disgusting really, but hell, it's exciting and I have enormous cums. It was especially good now because I could have these massive orgasms but didn't move much.

"God Lena, you are one hell of a woman."

"I know," I said smiling as I left the lounge.

Upstairs I showered and prepared myself. I needed to be really empty at the back for him to enjoy doing this so I took special care. I wore quite a sexy bra and panty set for him; not too much because you feel a bit silly with a great big tummy, but I knew he'd appreciate it. Then I put on a silk housecoat. When I came down he was in the lounge, having made the coffee, and had prepared the liqueurs. I like Grand Marnier, he likes Amaretto, usually with ice, so it's quite cold when it goes inside!

"You look lovely," he said as I came in, "good enough to eat," he added with a big grin.

"And drink?" I asked archly.

"Oh yes, and drink. I've poured your coffee. Do you want your liqueur now?" he asked with a big smile on his face. Well, if I did, I'd want to suck his cock with the alcohol in my mouth and he'd want that too but he hadn't showered so he was offering me the choice. I didn't mind, he tasted great any time and we all showered every day, sometimes twice, so yes I did!

"Mmm," I said, "flavoured with dick and precum." He looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes. This does wonders you know, especially when you're carrying a bump in front. 

"You are a sexy lady Caroline, and beautiful to boot."

"Sit down and undo your trousers," I said to him laughing, "I want to suck your cock with a mouthful of Grand Marnier but don't you dare cum," I said mock seriously, "I've got other plans for that."

Well, he undid his trousers and then sat down. I could tell how much he wanted me because he was half hard already, poking over the top of his pants. I took a sip of GM, licked my lips and looked sexily up at him. He sat and I knelt in front. I wasn't drinking much alcohol because of the baby so I had to be very careful about how much I sipped but my second was a bit bigger. I took his penis, hardening swiftly now, and bent it to my open mouth and closed on the head.

"Oh fucking hell, Lena," he said, "oh shit."

I'd flooded his cock head with GM, swirling it round with my tongue, before swallowing. I caught the taste of him. No pre-cum yet, just the taste of my man, It was lovely. I looked up to his eyes through my lashes. I don't think any man can resist that, well my two can't!

"Oh Lena, Lena," he said as he began to move.

"More?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Oh god yes. Yes please."

So, another sip of GM and then his cock head back into my mouth. Now my first pulse of pre-cum. Mixed with GM, it was a heady cocktail and I had to resist swallowing it too quickly. I swirled the mixture around my mouth as I moved back and forth over his rock solid erection. Now he started to move, to fuck my mouth slowly and gently.

I swallowed the cocktail and continued to suck and lick his cock while I fondled his balls, hardening now as he became more excited. Dangerous though, I didn't want him to cum, much as I'd have liked a mouthful I wanted him to last a lot, lot longer!

I took one more sip of GM and moved his cock into my mouth. Another pulse of pre-cum, more this time, and another gorgeous cocktail.

"Oh god Lena, enough. I can't take much more," he said as he pulled away. Then he bent and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my eager mouth and savouring the remains of my GM cocktail. "You are an angel," he said.

"No I'm not," I pouted, "I'm fat and I'm ugly."

He pulled back and looked at me in that way of his and quoted,

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,

And in fresh numbers number all your graces,

The age to come would say this poet lies,

Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.

Oh, I know he'd said it before, (and he said it again, often), but, oh dear, it does do something to me. I reached for him and held him so, so tightly I must have hurt him, then I started to cry. Only softly and only because I was so happy and so lucky to have this man who could say this to me now. Now I was fat with my bump, my boobs were sagging, and I'd lost some of my verve.

"You are a naughty man," I said laughing through my tears, "you tell fibs."

He smiled, "Oh no, no fibs. In my eyes you are the most beautiful woman in the world. There may be other women who people say are more beautiful than you, but not for me. I love you, you see, more than anything."

Oh god, crying again and laughing at the same time. "You beast. Go upstairs and shower while I drink my coffee." I looked at him coyly and with a great big pout, "I'm sure you want your liqueur now."

He smiled, kissed my cheek, and went upstairs. I gave him ten minutes (he didn't take long!) then went upstairs. He was laying on the bed, his head on one arm, so he could watch me as I came in. I'd brought up the bottle of Amaretto and the ice bucket with me on a little tray. He smiled that slow sexy smile of his.

"You are trying to get me drunk," he said.

"No, just a little tipsy so you last longer," I said smiling back at him sexily. I went to undo my housecoat as usual then had this sudden apprehension. Look, I was fat, 5½ months does that, and my boobs were sagging a bit. That old fear, from the first time with him, came back. He must have noticed my hesitation.

"Take that off, let me feast my eyes on you," he said fixing me with that 'I want to fuck the arse off you" smile. He could always do this you know, make me feel so good.

I undid the cord and let the coat fall. He sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for me. As I neared his hands reached round and held my bottom cheeks. He kissed my tummy button, "That's for the little one," he said smiling, then he lowered his head and kissed my pussy through my panties, "and that's for you." He looked up, "Lay down," he said, "I want to eat and drink from you."

Well I know it's very rude, disgusting even, but it is bloody exciting. I lay on the bed and he knelt beside me looking down. His eyes caressed me as usual, making me feel goose pimply all over, as he bent his head to kiss my lips, cheeks, eyes and nose. Then to my boobs. By this time they were so, so sensitive I knew he'd bring me to orgasm just sucking, licking and biting them. He undid the bra, a front loader, and began paying homage. He worked on both, sucking the nipple on one while he fondled the other, then changing. After a while his head came up and his hand returned with an ice cube. He worked it around my nipple. 

"Oh shit, that is good. Oh dear, yes, do that." So he did, some more, then changed to the other. I didn't notice but he must have taken a sip of Amaretto then because when his mouth covered my nipple again I felt the slight tingling of the liqueur. This, on top of the coldness of the ice, was enough.




Anna



"Oh yes, yes, yes," I shouted as my orgasm arrived. Strong, tingly, flowing across my body. If it was like this on my boobs what would it be like downstairs. Oh heck, I couldn't wait.

Now he kissed across my 'bump' gently probing my button as he passed it, until he found my panties. He kissed across them and over my pussy causing me to push up against him. Then he bit me, not hard but gently, covering all of my sex with his mouth. Biting and sucking through the material. It was gorgeous but he wanted more. Tenderly he removed my panties then opened my legs and knelt between. His eyes roamed across my body, up and down from my eyes to my pussy. It was as if he was stroking me with his eyes.

Bending his head he began to lick my pussy from top to bottom, opening the soft lips as he did so. Then to my clit, already sensitive from his attention to my boobs. Using he fingers he held open my pussy lips and licked the inside causing a sharp intake of breath and the most divine feelings to soar across my body. Not orgasmic, just pleasant. He did this for what seemed like ages then he moved his mouth down to my bottomhole and began to softly rim my anus with his tongue. He didn't do this for long, just long enough to loosen me a bit, then he went back to my pussy. 

I looked down and saw his head raise and sip his liquor. Oh god, now it started but he had a surprise for me. A new experience completely. I suddenly felt something cold at the entrance to my bottom together with the gentle tingling that was alcohol. The coldness worked it's way past my sphincter and inside, cooling my rectum and sending the most wonderful feeling along my anal tract. Oh heck, he was forcing an ice cube into my rectum, an ice cube coated with liqueur. The sensation was amazing, totally unexpected. Now another at my anus and, with gentle pressure, inserted inside. 

"Oh god," I managed to say, "oh fucking hell!"

"Hold them Lena, grip them," he whispered as he bent his head to my pussy. Covering it completely with his mouth he pushed what must have been a mouthful of Amaretto deep inside my vagina. Whoosh, the sensations between my legs were overwhelming. The coldness in my rectum was offset by the warmth caused by the liquor in my vagina. I didn't know what to feel other than it was good, bloody good. I wasn't having an orgasm, well not yet anyway.

Now he was sucking my pussy, sucking the liqueur and drinking it with the flavour of me. He looked up at me and swallowed the cocktail, licking his lips afterwards. Then he was back down and two more small ice cubes found their way into my bottom. It was excruciating, feelings so strange but so good. Again he filled my pussy with liqueur but this time he rose up and placed the head of his penis at my sex. He was going to fuck me, fuck me full of liqueur with ice cubes up my arse! Oh fucking hell!

He pushed gently forward, entering me. He didn't lean forward, my bump got in the way, but took his weight on his thighs. He didn't get quite so deep this way but, heck who cares, he was deep enough now as he filled me with his erection. I don't know what it was like for him, he must have felt both the effect of the liquor on his cock and the coldness from my rectum separated only by the thin membrane from my vagina. I do know that I was having an orgasm that transcended anything I'd had for a very long time.

The cold in my back passage, the warmth of the liqueur, and the thrust of his erection inside me brought me to a new high. I think I screamed as the sheer passion of the pleasure surged through me. I needed to pull him down to me, to hold him close so I reached up for his face. Love, he leant forward taking his weight on his arms, and kissed me passionately as he continued to move gently inside me. He was loving me with his penis, sometimes all in and all out, sometimes just gently stroking. My orgasm seemed to last for ages as I must have coated his cock with a mixture of my juice and Amaretto. Finally I was finished. I let out a giant sigh as he pulled back and out of me. He was still hard, there was more to come!

He lay at my side, as usual looking down at me from one elbow. "Well, my princess, my beautiful one, did you enjoy that."

"Oh fuck, yes," I said breathlessly. "I liked the ice cubes."

He smiled, "Good," he said with 'that' look. He had something else planned and I guessed what it was.

"Can I suck you before you fuck my arse?" I said in my little girl voice and with a great big pout.

"Oh shit, Lena. Of course you can."

So he lay on his back and I knelt over him, taking his erection in my mouth. I could taste myself, him, and liqueur. I worked on his cock for a while then I could feel myself leaking. Amaretto and me from the front and water from the melted ice cubes at the back. Thankfully we always used a top sheet when we made love otherwise the bed would have been uninhabitable!

I pulled away, "I think I need to tidy up," I said looking up at him. 

He must have know what I meant because he smiled and said, "No, don't worry." Then with an enormous smile he said, "Kneel up Caroline, angel, I'll deal with that."

Look, this is filthy, it's disgusting, and it is very, very naughty but as I've said, it is so bloody exciting. He was going to clean my bottom hole himself and I guessed how: lucky I was so clean!

I knelt up with my head right down and my bottom in the air and I felt him move into position behind me. Then his mouth covered my anus and he pushed more liquid into my rectum. He must have snuck a mouthful of Amaretto as I knelt. The warmth, strong now after the ice cubes, insinuated itself along my back passage making me feel an exquisite burning along the whole length. Then, then, coldness at my pussy. Oh bloody hell, he was forcing ice cubes into my pussy, deep into my vagina. He must have pushed four or five inside me then he held his hand there so they wouldn't fall out. His mouth returned to my anus and he began to suck, to pull the mixture from my bottom hole. Oh that he would do that for me. The feeling was overwhelming – not really orgasmic but just one of intense love and tenderness that he would drink from my most private of places.

His mouth moved away and was replaced by his penis gently probing my still tight rosebud and pushing the head inside. He held it there for a few moments while he forced even more ice into my vagina. Now this doesn't hurt but make sure that there are no sharp edges on the ice!. The cold sort of numbs you for a bit then, as warmth returns you get this amazing feeling almost like a very tiny orgasm.

"Hold them Lena. Squeeze tight!" So I did. This had the most amazing effect because, as I held the ice in my vagina I also tightened my rose around his cock head.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," was all I could manage as he pushed forward into me, slowly but firmly. I was so much tighter there as I held on to the ice. Like before I had these conflicting feelings but the other way round, cold in my pussy but hot, very hot (his cock felt like a red hot poker) in my rectum. Again the pleasure level was excruciatingly high. Soon he was completely inside my arsehole, his thighs banging against mine. He was heating up now, on the road to his own orgasm which he'd held on to for so long. I sensed this was going to be a good one for him so I started to move with him and talk dirty to him.

"Oh yes," I said, "stick that lovely cock deep in my arse. Fuck me with it, bugger me hard and fill me with your cream. Oh yes, yes, harder, harder, deeper, deeper. Fill me with that cock. Bugger me. Ream my arsehole."  

Well that was enough, one final drive deep inside me and he started. He shouted something, I don't know what, and began to cum. This started me off. I could feel the heat of the liquid as it hit my insides. I must admit that that is what I like most about anal sex, how it feels when the warm spunk hits my insides. It's his homage to me. Oh I like all aspects of being buggered (I don't happen to think that's a nasty word) but I like this best.

I pushed back at him as he pulsed and allowed my orgasm, how many I'd lost count, to wash over me. Not quite as powerful as before but good.

He finished pulsing and removed his softening cock from my back door. I knew what I wanted to do. He'd drunk from my private place, I wanted to taste his cock now. I knelt up.

"Lay back," I said to him with a look of love. He knew, knew what I wanted to do, so he laid on his back, his penis softening quickly now after the intensity of his ejaculation deep in my bowels.

I knelt at his side, bent my head and took him in my mouth. Oh the taste of him, spunk, liquor, me. It was enough to almost start me off again. I loved it. It was dirty I know but we did this now and again. It's so intense, so exciting, so nasty.

He looked down at me as I washed his cock with my mouth, "Oh you angel," he said with feeling, "you gorgeous angel. When the bump arrives I want to do that properly," he added, "no worries."

I took a deep breath and looked at him, "Oh yes, yes please. That was wonderful." I looked at him bashfully, "I liked the ice cubes."

He smiled, "Good," he said, "I liked them as well." I continued to lave his cock, completely soft now. No chance of any more cum tonight, I thought, but then I didn't want to completely drain him, he had Anna to deal with!

"I think I need to sort myself out," I said smiling at him, "I seem to have a lot of stuff running out thanks to you."

He laughed, "Go on in, I'll join you in a minute."

So I sorted myself out then he came in and we showered in the tiny shower together before cuddling each other to sleep.

He wasn't there when I woke in the morning but I didn't have those little worries any more. I knew he'd be near. I went downstairs and there he was preparing breakfast.

"How's the most gorgeous woman in the world?" he said smiling at me. We . . . llllll, come on! "I don't know about her," I said, "but I feel great."

He laughed, "You look radiant."

"Well, I was wasn't I?"

He laughed again, "Yes, I suppose you were." Then he was serious, "Happy?" he asked.

"Yes," I said kissing him, "very happy. I'm meeting Anna for coffee this morning while you see the architect. Will you join us afterwards?"

"Mmm, yes if you want. Lena," he said seriously, "are you sure about Anna, she's very lovely you know." Bless him, he was worried about how I'd feel. Silly really, it was me who was arranging everything!

"If she wants, I want you to have her Mike. She is lovely and you will enjoy her but she'll enjoy you as well. You can teach her all about sex, how to please her man and how to please herself." I looked at him awry, "She dreams about you, you know. About sleeping with you, she told me. She's gone off boys completely since I told her about you."

He laughed, "I dread to think what you told her," he said.

"All I told her was that you were wonderful in bed, gave me lots of orgasms and made me feel terrific," I said to him as I kissed him. We continued to chat as we had breakfast and then I left to get ready.

It was a lovely early spring day, cold but bright, so we walked into Stresa. He left me at the café and I waited for Anna. I should just say here that Anna spoke quite good English but did use some Italian. To make it easier to read I've replaced some of that and made her sound more 'English' although I have left bits of Italian in at appropriate points. I've done that with most of the conversations in Italy, so did Mike when he wrote his bits. Anna arrived about 10:00 looking really nice. I think she must have thought he might be here with me.

"Ciao Anna," I said smiling at her, "you look nice today."

She smiled shyly, "Ciao Lena, thank you. Is Mike coming?"

Yes, she did expect him to be here. "He's busy but he'll join us later." I ordered coffee and a cake for me – well I was feeding two - and we sat gossiping and drinking our coffee. Finally I got round to asking her.

"Anna?" I said softly. She looked, guessing what was coming I think. "Anna, do you want to come and stay with us. We're here until Monday morning?"

She looked a bit shy and embarrassed as she plucked up courage to answer. "Yes," she said softly, "yes I do. I would like that."

Fixing her with my eyes I said, "Do you want him as well?"

She couldn't meet my eyes now, only managing to say, "Oh Lena!"

"Do you?" I asked.

She managed to look at me. I think she felt I would be annoyed if she said yes. I don't know why, I'd made it clear before that I didn't mind but I suppose now was the crunch. I was actually offering him.

"Yes. Oh Lena, mi dispiace ma, well you've told me so much about him, you know, like that. He sounds so, so gentile. Yes I do. I dream about him you know. Oh Lena, I'm sorry."

I reached and stroked her cheek, she was so lovely. Strangely, although she was only a few months younger than me, she seemed so much more. I wondered how much she would grow in the next week.

"If you want him you can have him. He wants you, he told me." I smiled, "He said you were very lovely."

"Oh Lena, are you sure?" She looked embarrassed, "You know, now you are with child?" Now I understood. She thought that as I was bump ridden I would feel differently.

I smiled back at her, "Of course. I don't worry about him Anna. When he makes love to you he will focus on you alone but I know, know deep inside, that he loves me. That's why I can let him go like this, let him go for a short while." Then I told her quietly how he had made love to me last night. Well not ALL the details, I wanted to spare her blushes: she wasn't ready for cocktails just yet! I told her what he said.

"Oh that's lovely, beautiful," she said, "and he says that all the time?"

"Well not that every time but he's always telling me how lovely I am, how much he loves me. I trust him Anna, trust him completely. Oh he will enjoy you," I looked at her, "and you will enjoy him, more that you could ever suspect, but he will come back to me." I smiled at her, "I can lend him to you Anna," I laughed, "on sale or return."

She looked puzzled. "It means you can send him back if he doesn't satisfy," I said with another smile. "That's settled then, you're coming to stay?" She nodded. "When?" I asked, "tonight?"

"Is that all right," she said.

"Of course." I smiled, "The earlier you come to stay, the earlier you get to start enjoying him!"

She blushed just as I heard, "Ciao Anna," from Mike. She turned, looked at him and blushed an even deeper red. He smiled, looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. 

As he sat, I said, "I was just saying that the earlier Anna came to stay the earlier she could start enjoying your company." That caused her to blush even deeper and him to laugh.

"Anna darling, you mustn't take too much notice of Lena," he said sitting down, "she is a minx, an absolutely gorgeous minx, but a minx none the less. Now," he added changing the tone of the conversation to spare her further embarrassment, "how is your mother?"

This allowed Anna to regain some of her composure although she still continued to practice something of the coquette towards him, glancing shyly through her lashes.

"Well, she doesn't work any more," Anna said worriedly, "and because I'm not working either she's worried about money and things but, well, it's not too bad."

"Mike," I said, "have you spoken to Nardo again."

"No," he said, "I'll ring him now." So we were treated to one end of a telephone conversation which, for and inquisitive minx like me, is positive torture.

"Ciao Nardo . . . 

"About Lucia, Anna's mother . . ." A long gap.

"OK, good . . . 

"When . . .

"Right, I'll arrange everything this end . . .

"OK, phone you from the train . . .

"Overnight? OK . . .

"Ciao Nardo. Love from Lena. Love to Amy, Sally and the kids . . .

"See you soon, bye."

"Right," he said businesslike and turning to Anna, "Nardo wants to meet your mother."

"Oh," she said surprised.

"When Nardo is looking for people for important jobs in the company he likes to speak to them personally," he said, "and he likes them to know him and the company." He turned to me, "Lena, what do you say. Why don't we drive down and take Anna's mum to lunch with us. I can discuss it all with her then. What about that Anna, will your mum be OK with that?"

"I think so," she said.

"Hold on, you'd better phone her and tell her Anna. She won't thank you if we just turn up." I was conscious that Anna must have told her mother about Mike and my offer so she would want to look her best for this man Anna had been telling her about. Well, I know I would!

So Anna spoke to her mother on the phone and we arranged to pick her up in about an hour.

"Why don't you two stay here," he said, "I'll walk back and get the car." So we did and had another coffee.

"Was your mum alright about that?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she said smiling. "I've told her a lot about him you know."

"Does she mind you staying with us and going with him. She must realise surely."

Anna smiled, "No, she doesn't mind. I told her of course. She knows how fed up I am with boys, young men. They think of nothing but themselves, well Italian men do. Is it like than in England?"

I smiled sadly, "I'm afraid so," I said. "I didn't really understand how good sex could be until I met Mike." And I told her about our first time together and how wonderful he made me feel.

"Will it be like that for me?" she asked wide-eyed.

I smiled, "Yes, he'll do his best." I tried to explain him to her. "You see, he respects you. Oh he loves a woman's body and he will love yours. In fact he worships it." I laughed, "He says that mother nature never made anything more beautiful than the curve of a woman's hips or the tilt of her bottom. He will get loads of pleasure from giving you pleasure, seeing you enjoy yourself. But you must let yourself go, no hang-ups, no cares." I had to tell her now, "He will want you in every place," I said staring into her eyes, "I don't know the Italian but in your bottom." 

She didn't look shocked. "I haven't done that," she said, "but mother told me about it." Then her naivety, "Will it hurt?"

I smiled softly at her, I felt so mature, so much older than her, "Yes," I said quietly, "yes, it will the first few times but then, well it's wonderful. Oh Anna, he is expert at that, so caring, so tender, so loving. You're lucky you know, like me. Poor Jo's first experience there was bad and it took a lot of loving from him to show her how good it could be."

She took a deep breath. "Will he teach me?" she said, "teach me how to, to be a woman I suppose, not a girl."

"Oh yes," I said firmly, "at the end of this week you will be a woman. Look there's Mike. Come on let's get going."

So we drove to Arona and to Anna's house, well flat actually. It was in the old part and very colourful, flowers everywhere despite the winter. We stopped outside.

"I'll go and get mother," said Anna.

"What did Nardo say about her Mike," I asked quickly.

"He spoke to her old boss. He was very supportive of her and Nardo was impressed. He wants her to set up the whole software branch, that's why he wants to meet her. We're talking a high pressure, high pay job here Lena and they'd have to move to Bologna."

He turned to look at the doorway and I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned my head. I saw immediately why. Anna was there with another woman, her mother I assumed. She was bloody gorgeous. Blond, a bit taller than Anna, probably in her late forties. She had a figure to die for and had obviously made an effort to meet Mike.

"Bloody hell," I said, "she's lovely."

"Mmm," he said without too much enthusiasm. Love, he didn't want to upset me. 

"Come on," I said laughing, "show a bit more enthusiasm. I know you too well."




Anna



He laughed, "OK, she is, bloody gorgeous." With that he got out of the car to greet her, I followed.

"Mike," Anna said, "this is my mother Lucia. Mother, meet Mike. And this is Caroline, his wife."

I gave her a big smile just to show that I didn't mind her being so pretty, kissed her cheek, and said, "Call me Lena, everyone does."

She smiled back at me then turned to Mike. "Hello Mr. . .. . . . . ," she said rather formally. 

He smiled down at her, 'that' smile, and said, "We don't stand on ceremony, Lucia. Call me Mike."

She smiled and gave him the full blast of her blue eyes. God she was lovely. Mature and self-assured and quite horny I thought. "Thank you, I will," she said.

I laughed inwardly. Oh heck, I thought, how is he going to keep up with these women. She was obviously taken with him, I could tell by the way she looked at him. Oh, he fancied her as well, he couldn't fail to and he knew I didn't mind him looking. I'd have to think about this though. She was lovely and, if, if, she was amenable, it would be nice for him but I had Gianna to think about. Still, early days yet, he had her daughter for the time being. 

"Well," he said looking at us all then turning to Lucia, "where shall we eat."

Lucia looked a little embarrassed, worried about money I expect, so I hopped in.

"Oh Mike, let's go somewhere really expensive. You haven't taken me out for a meal since we arrived," and I gave him a little pout. He would know what I was doing, telling them that the meal was on us.

"Good idea Lena. Well, where shall we go. The best food in Arona."

Lucia smiled up at him, oh god did she fancy him! It must have been the things that Anna had told her. "I know just the place. You can leave the car over there, it's my parking space, and we can walk."

"Lead the way," he said smiling at me and winking. He knew, he bloody knew. Now he was going to get a good look at her bottom as well! I took her arm and she led us round a couple of corners to a tiny little place tucked away between a grocers and a bakers. Well it was tiny from the outside, inside it was big and quite full. She obviously knew the staff because, after some chat, we were shown to a pleasant table overlooking a small garden. He was in 'gentleman' mode, he sat us all then, after the waiter had handed him the menu's handed them out. It's lovely when he does this sort of thing, makes you feel so important. I could see they were both impressed. It's a shame really, that this type of behaviour seems to have disappeared. I suppose it's because some stupid women think it's demeaning. I think it's lovely to be treated as someone, something, special and precious, but there you are!

We had a lovely meal, the food was exquisite and the wine delicious, although neither Mike nor I drunk very much. As the meal ended and we sipped our espresso coffees Mike turned to Lucia. Throughout the meal I had watched her watching him. Her mode turned from appraisal to one more calculating and I noticed her looking at me rather more closely. I suddenly began to suspect that she might think he was more available that she first thought. I suppose that she, a very, very attractive mature woman, felt that she could give him more than a, supposedly, inexperienced young girl. I laughed inwardly, she stood no chance at all and I was sure he would notice it as well.

"Lucia," he said, "Anna has told Lena about your job disappearing." He looked at us both. "I don't know whether Anna knew, or if she told you, that I own half of ................" Lucia's eyebrows raised in astonishment.

"Your partner is Bernardo . .. . . . . .?"

He smiled, "Yes, for my sins, he's my partner."

"Oh," she said probably realising by now what this lunch was all about.

"Well, Nardo, that's his nickname, Nardo wants to start a new software section of the company. He says it's getting too expensive to hire in the talent on a daily basis, we need our own department. He's looking to staff it." Mike looked at me, he didn't want her to know the exact position they were thinking of. He carried on.

"Nardo always likes to interview new staff for important positions himself. He says it lets him get to know them and them to know him and the company. I told him about you and he'd like to meet you."

She raised her eyebrows. I sensed she was feeling a little bit apprehensive.

"If it's possible, he'd like you to go down to Bologna tomorrow. If you use the train he'll arrange for you to be met at the station and taken out to his villa. You can stay overnight and, on Wednesday, have a look around the company offices and the factory facility then come back in the afternoon. How does that sound?"

Now she definitely looked unhappy. I bet she thinks the interview will take place on her back, I thought. Mike noticed but I didn't think he could handle this so I piped up. 

"Lucia, you'll love Nardo. He's such a nice man, and his wife Sally, she's lovely too. She'll make you so welcome and you'll meet Amy and the children. You've met Amy haven't you Anna?"

"Mmm, she was with you last year wasn't she."

"Yes, well she stays with Nardo and Sally now and helps with the children." I was trying to show Lucia that she had nothing to worry about. Well, this little tirade of mine and made it clear to Mike what was worrying Lucia and he wasn't one to beat about the bush, not where business was concerned.

"Lucia," he said, "you are a beautiful woman and I've no doubt that many bosses have tried to 'interview' you using, how shall I say, underhand methods? They might want interviews to take place other than in an office?"

She blushed, looked at him shyly, and nodded. "Well, Nardo is not like that. He wants to speak to you, to get to know you and to assess how good you are at your job. He'll want to see some of your work, then to show you the company so you know what to expect. That's all there is to it Lucia, nothing unspoken, no expectations."

She looked at him somewhat taken aback at his bluntness but he was like that where business was concerned. He hated that women should be treated differently when they went for jobs and that sort of thing so he would be angry if anyone thought that his company did that.

"I'm sorry," she said smiling gently at him, "but, well . . ."

Now he gave her his very best smile, "Yes," he said, "I can understand you might suffer from that," then his smile got even bigger, "but I can't for the life of me understand why." She looked at him askance then saw that he was joking and laughed with him. We all laughed together. Then I saw Lucia flash a concerned glance at Anna and Anna shake her head. What now, I thought, money? Ah, she might not have the fare. I kicked Mike under the table and as he looked mouthed 'money' at him as they looked away.

"Well Lucia, what do you think? Do you want to have a crack at the job?" 

She nodded, smiled, and said with a flash of her lovely eyes, "Yes, I think it might be nice working for you." 

Hell, there was a promise in that if ever I heard one. Even Anna looked at her mother a little sharply. I realised that I might have to really assert my claim to him here. Oh I wasn't worried about him but she might, just might, think she could keep him. I knew there was no chance. How you might say, well I just knew (and I was right!). She was a confident women and I'm sure she would think that I was no match for her. She'd quickly find out otherwise if she tried it on with him. Oh I don't mean made a play for him. If I said so he would, if I didn't he wouldn't. That was it. If I did let him she might think he was fair game, well he wasn't!

He quickly interjected, breaking my train of thought, "We always pay expenses on these occasions so here's 250 euros to cover the train fare," and he fished out the notes and passed them to Lucia. She looked relieved, they must be very short I realised. I'd have to probe Anna about it.

I decided to be rather bold and just let her know exactly who was boss here, well boss of him and his favours anyway. It might embarrass him and Anna a bit but hey, who cares really. They could both handle it.

"Lucia," I said smiling my best smile at her, "are you OK about Anna staying with us for the rest of our visit?"

She looked a bit shocked at that, I suspect that Anna hadn't told her that I had arranged everything so supposed Lucia didn't realise I knew or agreed.

"She is of age," Lucia said, just a bit stiffly I thought but then she smiled, "and she had not been lucky with boys, eh Anna?"

Anna smiled sadly, "No, I find them boring Lena, like I told you."

I laughed, wanting to show them both how easy I was about all this. "I know," I said, "most of the time they don't care about us do they." I looked at Mike knowing I would embarrass him but I knew he would understand what was going on here. "It's different with a 'real' man," I said flashing a look at him. "A real man thinks of us. Don't you Mike?" I laughed inwardly. Poor Mike, he was under the cosh here wasn't he, three women talking about him.

"Err, errrm. I suppose so," he managed to say as he regained his composure, then smiling, "you should know Lena!"

Well, that made me blush just a bit. I could see Lucia watching us both quite closely now, trying to judge our true relationship. He must have noticed the undercurrent here, noticed Lucia's interest was more than just bedding him because he turned, put his arm round me, kissed me, and said, "But then, when you love someone as much as I love Lena, it's always going to be marvellous isn't it?"

Oh god, see what he does. I saw that Lucia's face had dropped somewhat. He'd made it clear where his love was so now time for me to pop up and try to explain.

I bent forward conspirationally to the other two women and spoke as if he wasn't there. I knew he wouldn't mind, he was used to it wasn't he. "He's a man," I said softly, "and his eye wanders." I smiled, "I don't mind that, other men's eyes wander over me, well they do when I'm not pregnant anyway! I like it and he doesn't mind. He knows I'd never go with another man unless he said so and I know he'd never go with another woman," I looked directly at Lucia now, "unless I said so." I turned to Anna, "He likes you Anna, and you like him. With him it won't be fumbling and an unsatisfying grope, with him it will be exciting, new, and wonderful. So, if you both want to, it's OK by me. I know he's mine you see, I know he'll come back." 

Looking at both of them I could see I'd made my point. Anna already knew and now Lucia did as well. She could look, she might even be able to sample, but she couldn't possess: he was mine!

Of course, all this time Mike had sat there, not bemused but with an odd smile on his face. I think he was happy to let me make the position clear because it could have caused some bad feeling if Lucia had tried it on and he'd refused, as I knew he would.

Now he laughed, "Well," he said, "If you three gorgeous women have finished dissecting me it's time we got back." He wanted to end it here, I think, before any other issues arose. 

"Are you OK about tomorrow Lucia?" She nodded. "Do you have a mobile?" Again she nodded. "Well, if you phone, here's the number, from the train Nardo will arrange a car. He won't be at home when you arrive, but his wife, Sally will meet you, OK."

She smiled at him now, a sexy smile which did promise more, but that calculating look had disappeared. Oh, I had no doubt she might try but she knew really she had little chance. "Yes, thank you Mr. . . . . . . . "

"Mike," he interjected smiling his 'I wouldn't mind fucking you' smile, "call me Mike. As I said, everyone does and we don't stand on ceremony in our company."

His smile had worked it's effect on her because she blushed ever so slightly. She had know exactly what 'that' smile meant unlike most of the young women he used it on.

"Yes, errrm, thank you Mike," she stuttered. "Will I see you when I get back," she added in an obvious come on.

He smiled again and she blushed even more. "I expect we can all have dinner together eh Lena?"

I smiled, in charge now, "Oh, I'm sure we can," I said with a big smile, "and perhaps we can get to know you better," I added with my 'I wouldn't mind fucking you' smile.

Now she really blushed. Perhaps she hadn't experienced all girl sex. Mmm, interesting. But, I thought, enough of that, you'll need to speak to Gianna about all this.

She looked away, unable to meet my eyes or his and said, "Yes, I hope so."

With that we walked her back to their flat and sat in the car while Anna went upstairs to get a few things.

He turned to look at me smiling, "Well," he said, "that was interesting. Do you know it's really good for a man's ego to have women fighting over him."

I laughed, "We weren't fighting over you."

"Oh no," he said raising his eyebrows, "it sounded pretty much like that to me."

I pouted at him, "You could see the way she was looking at you. She wanted to bed you," I said smiling. "I don't mind that but she was starting to look a little bit calculating, looking at me as well. She was wondering whether she could steal you from me. You'd be quite a catch for her you know, rich, handsome, and by all accounts, pretty good in bed."

"Only 'pretty good'?" he said laughing.

"Well, all right, bloody good," I responded. "I had to make it clear who was in charge here." Then I got serious, "If, and it is and if because I have to talk to Gianna, if we do let her have you." He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Yes, if we do let you have her and she does want you, I wanted to make it clear from the beginning that you are MINE. Well mine and Gianna's."

He smiled his lovely smile, leaned over and kissed me, "I'll always be yours, amata. I like having all these women, of course I do, but I love you and I'll always come back because I never really go away."

This made me a bit sad, happy sad, not sad sad, and I kissed him back. "I know," I said, "that's why we let you have these lovely women. We know you'll always come back. Look, here comes Anna. I wonder what they said upstairs?"

He got out and took her small suitcase and of we went back to the villa, arriving about 4:30. I took her straight upstairs to the bedrooms. 

"Make some coffee Mike, I'm going to have a chat to her about tonight." He smiled. She was to have the main bedroom with the mirrors. I wanted her experience with him to be one to remember for the rest of her life.

"This is your room Anna," I said as we went in.

"Oh, it's lovely," she said slightly overawed I think.

I opened the blinds so she could see the view. "It's nice and romantic," I said smiling, "and the mirrors make sure you can see everything," I added.

She blushed a bright red, "Oh, oh, you mean, oh."

"Sit down Anna and let's have a talk," I said as I sat on the bed. "Now, are you sure about this? I want you to know that he doesn't expect anything, you can stay with us, enjoy your stay, without going to bed with him. He needs to know that you really want this Anna, do you."

"Oh Lena, yes, yes I do. I said before, I've been dreaming about this. You've told me what he's like. Lena, he's so marvellous to you isn't he?" I nodded, then she turned to face me.

"I'm sorry about mother, she came on rather strong didn't she? You must forgive her Lena, she's been alone for such a long time. Since my dad died I don't think she's had any man friends, it's not done in Italy, she's a widow you see."

I smiled, "A very pretty widow," I said. Then to calm her, "No, I don't mind. He would be a very good catch for her wouldn't he. He's mature, rich, good looking, and, I suppose she knows, good in bed, and he's kind and considerate. I don't think a woman can ask for much more than that can she."

"Thank you for not being too hard on her. She really liked him, I could tell."

I laughed, "Yes," I said, "I think that was pretty obvious but she was also thinking about something else Anna." I looked at her seriously. Was she mature enough to understand what went on? "She was thinking about keeping him, stealing him from me."

Anna looked shocked, "How, how did you know that?"

"Well, it was in her look really and how she looked at me. She was thinking 'how can a slip of a girl like me keep a man like that happy?'. She became a bit calculating. Did you notice how he was very firm about there being no hidden agenda with her visit to Nardo's and how he looked at her. No desire on his part which is unusual because I knew he fancied her. He was sending her a subtle message."

"Is that why you embarrassed me about staying and talked about 'real' men."

"Yes, he knew what was happening. He's seen most of it before Anna, that's why he said those things in front of her, so she knows where his heart lies. And that's why I made it clear that I decide who he goes with. What did she say to you when you got your things, did she mention anything?"

Anna looked a bit unsure, I suppose it was a bit of a confidence what her mother had said, but I wanted to know. If we were going to let him have Lucia I needed to know how she felt.

"Come on Anna, we don't have things to hide here. I won't breach your confidence, you can tell me."

"She said that he was the handsomest man she had seen for ages and she was all wet for him," she laughed. "Oh Lena, she was in a bit of a state really. Those last two smiles of his, you know the ones where he really touches you, got to her I think. She was surprised that you trusted him so much, you know let him go with other women. And that you were so young. I had to explain to her that he loved you, that I'd seen you together, you know in the restaurant, and how he treated you."

"Did she say anything more about me?"

"She asked how pregnant you were but I didn't know. Oh Lena, don't be cross with her. She has been lonely for a long time and he is so attractive, especially to her."

I smiled, "I'm not upset with her, far from it. I can understand how she feels. He has another love, at home, we share him all the time. It's like he has two wives. She's almost the same age as your mum so I know how attractive he is to women that age." Although I hadn't spoken to Gianna I felt it was time to bite the bullet with Anna, just in case.

"If I said so, would you mind him having her?"

She looked really shocked now. "Err, errrm, no, no I don't think so. Would you let him?"

I laughed, "If I thought it would be good for him, yes I would. I think it would certainly be good for your mother but, and it's a big but Anna, we're only here until Monday morning and, if he does, it'll mean less time for you."

She looked pensive, "Why?" she asked naively.

I laughed again, "Because, because, he's only human Anna. A couple of nights with you and he'll need a rest if he's to tackle a mature woman like your mother who hasn't had a man for ages."

She blushed now, deep red. "Oh, I hadn't thought of it like that." Now she did, remaining pensive for a while. "No, it would be selfish. If he teaches me then it would be nice if he could satisfy mother as well." She looked at me coyly, "Perhaps he may be able to manage me again afterwards?"

I laughed, "You're learning Anna, perhaps he might. You change into something sexy," I said, "there are a load of clothes in the wardrobes, some will be your size. There's lingerie as well for later," I added with a smile as I left.

Mike was in the lounge with coffee. "Well," he said, "how is she?

I smiled, "She's fine. She wants you, you know that don't you?

"I guessed," he said laughing.

"So does her mum."

"I guessed that too," he said still laughing, "I don't think I've ever received so many green lights from a woman. God knows what Anna must have told her."

"I suspect quite a lot. Anna just told me she really had the hots for you. She hasn't had a man since her husband died."




Anna



"Bloody hell," he said seriously, "that's bloody silly. She's lovely, surely she's had suitors?"

"Well I didn't ask Anna that but it seems she didn't let them in her bedroom." I laughed, "Anna said when you smiled at her, you terror, with that, 'I want to fuck you' smile of yours, she wet her knickers."

He laughed, "Lena, you are priceless. She is very, very attractive though, isn't she?"

"'Isn't she'", I echoed him with raised eyebrows.

Immediately he comforted me, afraid I was upset. "Oh Lena, I'm sorry. Of course she's attractive, bloody attractive, but nothing compared to you, you must know that."

I smiled and caressed his cheek, "Of course I know that, I'm only teasing. I'm going to speak to Gianna tonight and see if we can let you have her for a couple of nights."

Now he looked shocked, "Hell Lena, I'm not a bloody superman."

I laughed, "You've got six nights, six afternoons, and six mornings. You can manage. I don't think you'll have much trouble, they are both very lovely."

Now he was concerned again, "Lena, Lena, this doesn't seem fair. Look, I'm worried." I raised my eyebrows, he smiled, "No, no not about that. Well I am but that's not what I meant. This is difficult. I won't lie, it's great having these women that you arrange but, look I've said this before." He was stuttering now, having difficulty saying what he wanted.

"Lena, Lena, love. Oh how can I say this? Lena, I don't think I could let you do the same. Oh shit. Look, with Guy it's right, it's you and Jo. Lena, I'm sorry but I couldn't do it. Well I don't think I could. I keep thinking of how I would feel if you showed interest in another man, young or old. It would be wrong of me not to treat you the same, you know, if you wanted him but I don't think I could. I don't think I'm jealous, I don't mind you looking at other men and other men looking at you but, well, I don't think I could. The thought just cripples me Lena. Shit, this isn't fair. It's not fair for me to have these women and for you not to have the opportunity to have another man."

Wasn't he the most wonderful man. How could I mind that the didn't want me to go with another man? Perhaps I need to explain this. Getting other women for him, allowing him to go with them, stemmed from his involvement with Jo I suppose. What he did for her. Then there was Amy. Look what happened to her. She had a wonderful time and now she was happy with Nardo. He still loved me just as much as before so where is the harm in what he did. Now I know you aren't going to believe this but for all our married life together I never, never once looked at another man and thought that I wanted him, well other than Guy that is, but I had him already didn't I? 

You have to understand how it was with us. I loved him totally, completely and absolutely and I knew he loved me in the same way. Look, I enjoyed getting other women for him, it was something I could do for him. I know he enjoyed it and most times, when he came back to me, he was even more attentive and bloody exciting in bed. It seemed to rejuvenate him. 

I also understood him, where he was coming from here. I don't think he liked himself very much because he was jealous despite what he told himself. Well that's what it was, jealousy plain and simple and he didn't like that in himself. He was also aware of his age. That I would probably be without him for much of my life and that played on his mind. So this situation confused him, made him feel upset because of his conflict of feelings. He couldn't help being attracted to these women, they were lovely after all, and he wanted them but he couldn't face the shoe being on the other foot. Well, that didn't matter because I never wanted to wear it!

I caressed his face and kissed him tenderly, "Silly man. I don't want to go with other men, I've got all the man I need in you. I like getting these women for you, it does you good, keeps you in shape. Anyway, you might learn some new tricks," I ended laughing.

"Oh Lena, Lena, I do love you. What about Gianna, how does he feel about this. It's funny Lena but, although I love Gianna deeply, I don't feel the same way about her. I wouldn't want her to go with other men but if one came along, one she really fell for, and he was good for her I don't think I'd mind." He looked at me with longing and love in his eye, "I couldn't stand that if it happened to you Lena, you know that don't you?"

Oh hell, I loved him so much, of course I didn't mind and I knew. "Silly, no man is a match for you, whatever age and Gianna, well Gianna will never look at another man so you don't have to worry do you. Now," I said mock severely, "you must stop being silly about this and screw the arse of Anna and, if Gianna agrees, her mother as well. Do you think you can manage that?" I asked archly, "Because, when you get home you'll have to screw the arse of me and Gianna."

He laughed, "I wonder if I can get my bollocks transplanted," he said, "at this rate I'll need a new pair."

I stroked the outside of his slacks, "Oh, I think the current equipment is quite satisfactory, and it's standing up for itself," I said as I could feel a slight hardness there.

"God, you're a sexy minx. How about I fuck the arse off you tonight instead?" Strangely enough, considering, I wouldn't have minded but I had mine last night didn't I?

"No," I said, "Anna expects tonight." Then seriously, "Mike, she's quite inexperienced you know and she's a bit apprehensive. Be gentle with her."

He smiled, "How could I be otherwise, she's like an unspoilt rose. Don't worry, I'll make it something for her to remember."

"Mike, she's a virgin at the back. Save that for tomorrow, she'll be more ready after tonight. I'll get her ready tonight so you can play but take her there tomorrow."

"Of course angel," he said smiling. With that Anna came down looking fresh and beautiful. We chatted the rest of the afternoon away until it was time to get dinner. Mike and I prepared it while Anna tidied and set the table. I noticed he didn't drink very much, only half a glass. A sure sign he wanted to be in complete control of himself. I plied Anna with a bit more as I thought this might calm her down a little bit.

It was funny, again like most of the women he slept with, she spent most of the meal watching him eat. He was used to it by now so it didn't bother him and it was quite interesting for me to watch her. She seemed to almost chew with him, it was strange. She didn't eat very much and I thought I'd have to make a late supper after they finished.

After dinner we sat in the lounge listening to some music. All the time she was looking at him, as if she was sizing him up, preparing herself for later on. And she was getting more and more apprehensive, I could tell. By the time bedtime came she'd be a nervous wreck. Something had to be done.

"What's the matter Anna, you seem nervous?"

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. He would have noticed her nervousness I'm sure.

"Errrm, nothing, nothing," she stuttered.

"Are you worried about tonight?" I asked.

She looked panicky now, throwing a quick glance at Mike. "Errrm, errrm, no, no, oh heck!"

I smiled, "You are aren't you. Mike why don't you sit next to Anna and kiss her." He would know what I wanted him to do, make love to her, seduce her if you will, in front of me so that she would feel safer if you like.

He moved over to sit beside her. "Do you want me to kiss you?" he asked her softly. She looked at me wide-eyed and innocent. I thought of a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car only this rabbit wanted to be there!

"Yes," she managed to say softly.

He cupped her chin in his hand, turned her head to face him, and softly kissed her lips. He was so tender, so caring, so aware of her doubts and her needs. I loved him even more then, seeing him treat this almost untouched treasure of a woman.

His kiss, fairly long but without too much intensity, seemed to calm her down. As he pulled away she looked at him, eyes wide open in wonder that a simple kiss could feel so good. How he did it I don't know but he did it so well. He smiled at her for a smile back. A nervous, tentative smile that grew as he looked at her and she realised what was happening. Then she looked at me, wide-eyed, and I smiled back at her.

Then he cupped her face again and kissed her, more intense this time. I suspect it was his 'I want you' kiss. Not quite so passionate as the even more intense 'I want to fuck the arse off you' kiss he used with me, but it was enough to make her almost swoon on the couch. When he pulled away she was breathless, rising passion shown by the colour of her neck and shoulders. He could have taken her there I think, on the couch, but you know him, he likes his comfort and I knew he would want to explore her glorious body slowly and gently.

I touched her arm as she looked into his eyes, falling rapidly into that, oh so sensuous, pit. "Come on," I whispered softly, "let's get you ready. Are you ready for him."

She looked at him again, a look that screamed desire, "Oh yes, yes," she managed to say as I pulled her upstairs. A quick look back at him and a smile. He would get ready and await her pleasure.

Mike is going to write about his time at the villa that week. He did it about a week after so it was still fresh in his mind. 

Mikes Tale:

Well I suppose I had better start by explaining how I felt about all this. I knew that Lena was playing with the idea of me going to bed with Anna. She'd done it before with Amy so I was aware she probably meant it. Look, Anna is a beautiful woman, or girl if you prefer that. She was 20, a year younger than Lena but seeming much younger. I sensed she was innocent and naïve. Lena could have been her mother there was so much difference in their experience and manner. So she was all the things an older man like men could want but I had Lena. And I had Gianna.

It's difficult to put into words how I feel about these two wonderful women. Lena, well Lena is Lena: the most wonderful wife on the planet. She is everything to me and everything I will ever need. To top that I have Gianna. The most wonderful, well mistress I suppose though I doubt she'd approve of me calling her that, that a man could ever want. And these two women get on so well. They are lovers, sisters, mother and daughter, wives. What more could a man want. Well, to be honest, nothing! For some reason however, Lena (and Gianna come to that) think I need some fresh blood, as it were. Lena especially seems to get pleasure out of procuring (for want of a better word) attractive women for me.

Well, I'm a man and I look at other women and I appraise them. Yes I would like to bed some of them because that is what we men are like. We look, we appraise, we desire but most times we don't do anything else. I'm the same, I suppose it's natural. All the men I know do it, well all of them except Guy who only looks at another women when Jo points her out to him, but I think he is an exception. 

These expeditions into unknown territory don't seem to harm our relationship, in fact, I think they actually strengthen it. You see, although I may be making love to Amy, to Anna, I'm still aware of my love for Lena and for Gianna. When I go back to them these feelings seem even stronger, if that is possible. So, all in all, I'm happy to go along with them in this except for one nagging feeling. I don't think I could do the same for Lena.

Lena has mentioned it above and I suppose I should put these feelings down here. It will give me a chance to take them out and examine them, as it were. I think that you will realise by now that I try to be an 'enlightened' man, to allow my feminine side some license, to allow myself to 'feel'. So you can understand when I say that I don't like myself for feeling jealous because jealousy it is plain and simple.

I shouldn't feel like this about her and it conflicts with my love for her. Look, if she found a man and was happier with him than with me I'd let her go, it would probably kill me, but I would. Her happiness is paramount to me so, in this case, I would stand aside. But what if she saw a man she desired sexually, like I did Amy or do Anna, how would I feel then. Could I arrange for her to have him. Well the answer is simply, NO. I couldn't stand the thought of him with her. It's different with Guy. He's my son, he's married to my lover, my wife's lover, possibly even my mistress's lover, so I feel differently about Lena and him. I couldn't, just couldn't, transfer those feelings to another man.

I know I shouldn't feel like this. It's selfish, possessive, and all the other things I didn't like about myself in my first time with Gianna but I feel them again about Lena. I can't help myself. Strangely I feel them less about Gianna. I don't think I'd like it if she went with another man casually, you know because she fancied him. I suppose I just don't think she ever would. That's not arrogance by the way, she is not like that. Oh that sounds bad, Lena isn't like that either but their backgrounds are so different.

In the end I had to explain myself to her so she knew how I felt. We'd touched on it once before but this time I need to explain myself to her so she understood. I suppose I should have known her better. She put my mind to rest in a way only she can. I knew she loved me as much as I loved her and her arranging these liaisons was a way of showing that love. The nagging fear, however, that she just might see another man always stayed with me but I vowed never to show it to her, to show jealousy.

Perhaps I should talk about Lucia here as well. Meeting her was quite amusing really. There is no doubt she is a very beautiful woman and, I must admit, took me somewhat aback when I first saw her. She is a stunning 'looker'. Perhaps a few years older than Gianna and considerably taller, blonde as well, she has a full figure and stands proud and confident. I took a deep breath at my first glance. Lena noticed obviously but I didn't want to upset her so I played it rather cool. However, she knows me too well. I won't go into too much detail, Lena has written about the lunch above, I'll just talk about the cat fight. Yes cat fight, because that is what it was.

It was obvious straight away that Lucia was eyeing me up. Look, I'm not being arrogant here. I don't believe I'm all that attractive to women although Lena says I am, but I can see how a woman like Lucia would find me a fairly good catch. I have money, I'm fit and I'm not too ugly so, for a widow of some years, I would have some appeal. If you're experienced, you can often tell what a woman is thinking when she looks at you. In Lucia's case the first look was a sexual one. She was appraising me just as I did her. I decided to play it cool so just kissed her cheek gently in greeting. I could tell she was nervous so I hit her with a major smile, letting her know how attractive she was. Now she hit me with her eyes and I knew she fancied me. Dark and sultry, they promised much. Although there was an undercurrent of apprehension as well.

So initially it was obvious that she fancied me and, well, I fancied her but I know the rules! Lena is in charge. I wouldn't even think about going with another woman until she arranges it. I did manage to get her to lead the way to the restaurant so I could examine my favourite part of a women. Hers was pretty devastating! Broad and tight. It was funny, Lena knew full well what was happening but she didn't seem to mind at this point.

Perhaps I should also say a word about my behaviour in the restaurant. I like playing the gentleman. I think men should pay court to women, cosset them, treat them with respect and politeness. I know some women resent that, it's their loss as far as I'm concerned. Women are precious things, to be loved, to be cared for, to be respected, so playing the gentleman makes them feel like that. Well it does if they haven't been infected with rampant feminism. I suppose it must have impressed both Anna and Lucia. Sadly it's a male trait that is slowly being killed off.

Now the meal! The food was delicious and it was very enjoyable but I noticed a change in Lucia's attitude as it progressed. When she looked at me her gaze took on a more calculating manner and she would occasionally look at Lena as if sizing her up. She's thinking she might be able to steal me, I thought. Look, I'm trying to tell it like I saw it. It sounds arrogant but I don't mean it to be, it's just what I felt was happening. This continued as I spoke about her work.

I could understand how she might feel about going to meet Nardo. A woman as good looking (and available) as her would have suffered from harassment on many occasions. I suppose though, she should have thought it through. Neither Nardo nor I had met her before today, we couldn't have known how lovely she was but I suppose it was a defence mechanism. Happily I, together with Lena, managed to put her mind at rest although I was a trifle more blunt than she. I really can't abide that sort of thing.

He final acceptance of the interview arrived with a flash of her eyes and an obvious promise of a lot more. I don't think anyone within eyeshot could have misunderstood the message that came with, "Yes, I think it might be nice working for you." Anna glanced sharply at her mother: jealousy? Lena, noticing I'm sure, everything that had gone on over dinner, now decided it was time to stake her claim, as it were, and make it clear to Lucia who was the boss. I should say, of course, that although at that moment I would have loved to screw the arse off Lucia, I loved Lena and she stood no chance of breaking us up. 

Lena has dealt with it above and I must admit that it makes you feel rather good to have women fighting over you. Well, fighting verbally anyway. It was quite funny really and, I must say, a bit embarrassing at times but I decided that she should have my support so I chipped in at the end. I felt a little sorry for Lucia at that moment because her face dropped somewhat. I suppose she knew then that, although she might bed me, she had no chance of anything else. Then Lena started to discuss me as if I wasn't there. Now some men would resent this but I was used to it. She and Jo did it often, and they'd practised it with Amy as well. I didn't mind. It was funny listening to her lay out the rules of our relationship. I could see that Lucia was somewhat taken aback but at least, if I ever did bed her, she wouldn't be disappointed that I spurned her as a possible mate.

Well, enough of all that, Lucia is in the future, I'll talk about Anna now. Lena took some pictures of her later in our stay after she'd lost most of her shyness and I'll include some of them so you can see what a lovely girl she is.

Firstly let me describe her. Anna is 20, a young 20 at that. She's at that wonderful stage, quite late, of a girl turning into a woman, like a flower blossoming. Sorry to wax poetical but she is so, so lovely. Long auburn hair framing a delightful face with brown eyes that, now, are devastating. When she smiles the sun shines! Unusual for an Italian girl, she has a small jewel in a tiny nose piercing. I must admit I find these piercings and tattoos that young women have nowadays quite enjoyable – I didn't used to think I would but, especially when done with care and not over the top, they can really enhance the beauty of a woman.

Anna is shorter than Lena but a bit taller than Jo. She is slim with a trim waist and an absolutely delightful bottom – I noticed that straight away! Her breasts are in proportion, small with delightful aureole and nipples. I love boobs like this, small hillocks rising from a trim chest. She has another small jewel in be tummy button, again unusual for an Italian girl. All in all she is delightful and making love to her was going to be a pleasure and, I may say, a responsibility as well. I gathered from Lena that her experience of sex was minimal, only a few occasions and then not much pleasure. I guessed she would be shy and quite worried by the occasion so I knew I would have to go very, very softly but, hey, that is what it's all about isn't it. To give pleasure to this lovely girl, to introduce her to the ways of sex, of making love, of being pleased and of pleasing. So it is a responsibility. In a way I can understand all those old ways, things like droit de seigneur, where older men introduced virgins into sex but not the force used. Young men have little panache, little concern for a woman's pleasure. It's sad really, girls can get the wrong end of the stick, literally, early on and don't properly realise what sex is all about.




Anna



Sadly the reaction to this is that young women today have aped young men and become almost a caricature of their male opposites, becoming aggressive and promiscuous. I think it's quite sad really. Women lose so much if they don't allow men to love them, mind most men nowadays have lost the art of worshipping a woman.

So I did see this wonderful sexual experience as something of a responsibility as well as a pleasure. I wanted Anna to enjoy this, to lose her fear, and to become a woman who knew what she wanted. A woman who could give and receive pleasure in equal measure.

I knew that Lena would have spoken to her on that afternoon, made sure she was aware of everything. She didn't have to sleep with me, she would have to know that and want to go on. When she came down we had the chat about me and my feelings about her with other men.

"Silly," she said, "no man is a match for you, whatever age and Gianna, well Gianna will never look at another man so you don't have to worry do you. Now," she added mock severely, "you must stop being silly about this and screw the arse off Anna and, if Gianna agrees, her mother as well. Do you think you can manage that?" she asked archly, "Because, when you get home you'll have to screw the arse of me and Gianna." Phew, I wasn't really sure I could manage but I knew I would try.

I laughed, "I wonder if I can get my bollocks transplanted," I said, "at this rate I'll need a new pair." I must admit that all this talk about screwing Anna, Lucia, Lena, and Gianna had raised the interest of the old pecker somewhat and Lena must have noticed. I know it seems silly but I did mean what I said then, I would rather have had Lena than Anna. You probably don't believe that but, there you are, it is how I felt about Lena.

I didn't drink much at dinner but I noticed that Lena plied Anna with three glasses of wine. I don't know if alcohol affects women sexually. I know with me, and many men I know, too much means it's quite difficult to maintain an erection. It's all down to blood pressure I suppose. I also noticed that Anna was quite nervous and that she watched me eat through the whole meal. At times she was almost chewing in time with me so I knew she was thinking about later on. After dinner we sat in the lounge listening to some music. All the time she was looking at me, as if she was sizing me up, preparing herself for the bedroom. And she seemed to be getting more and more apprehensive. By the time bedtime came I was worried she'd be a nervous wreck. Lena must have noticed as well because she suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter Anna, you seem nervous?"

I looked at Lena and raised my eyebrows in question. 

"Errrm, nothing, nothing," she stuttered.

"Are you worried about tonight?" Lena asked.

She looked panicky now, throwing a quick glance at me. "Errrm, errrm, no, no, oh heck!"

Lena smiled, "You are aren't you. Mike why don't you sit next to Anna and kiss her." Now I knew what she wanted me to do. To make love to her, seduce her if you will, in front of her so that she would feel safer I suppose.

I moved over to sit beside her. "Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked her softly. She looked across at Lena wide-eyed and innocent. I thought she looked a bit like the prey of a snake, paralysed and frightened.

"Yes," she finally said softly.

I cupped her chin tenderly in my hand, turned her head to face me, and softly kissed her lips. I tried to be tender, caring, and aware of her doubts, her needs. 

I made the kiss fairly long but without too much intensity trying to calm her. It seemed to work. As I pulled away she looked at me, eyes wide open in wonder that a simple kiss could feel so good. I smiled at her warmly trying to entice a smile back. I was rewarded with a nervous, tentative smile that grew as I looked at her and she realised what was happening. Now she turned and looked wide-eyed at Lena who smiled back at her.

Then I cupped her face again and kissed her, more intense this time. This was an 'I want you' kiss. It was enough to make her almost swoon on the couch. When I pulled away she was breathless, her neck and shoulders reddening in passion. I think she was mine then and I could have taken her there but I wanted to be able to explore her glorious body slowly and gently so a bed was the right place.

Lena touched her arm as she looked into my eyes, "Come on," she whispered softly, "let's get you ready. Are you ready for him."

She looked at me again, a look that screamed desire, "Oh yes, yes," she managed to say as she pulled her upstairs. I must say that I had a small visitation from the beast just then. An intense desire to have her immediately without thought for her pleasure. It would be rough and it would hurt her and I would enjoy every second of it but, thankfully, I am able to put those feelings behind me. Lena gave me a quick look back and a smile. She knew I would get ready and await her pleasure.

I followed them upstairs a few minutes later and showered in the second bedroom. I thought it would be easier for Anna if I came to her rather than she came to me. She might want to do that another time but for her first experience it would be better for her to be settled. In a way it was like my first time with Lena. Sadly, most young women don't have their first sexual experience in a nice comfortable bed having got themselves ready (or been 'prepared' as was the case now). It's a pity really. As I said above, I think they would enjoy sex much more if it started like this. So I waited until I heard them come out of the bathroom. My levels of excitement and anticipation were high. I knew that Lena would prepare her everywhere, including her bottom although I had no intention of breaching that virgin heaven tonight. I did intend to try to bring her to orgasm with my tongue and fingers there however, so her being prepared would be good.

What would she be wearing. Something fetching if I knew Lena! She would know where I was when she found the main bedroom empty and would, I'm sure, explain to Anna. After a few minutes in she came, a great big smile on her face.

"She's ready for you," she said. "She was quite upset when you weren't there but I think you were right to come to her. Mike," she said seriously, "she's quite frightened. I think she's worried that she won't please you and this is the first time she's had sex like this. Be gentle with her." She brightened, "It's almost the same as our first time isn't it?"

I smiled softly at her, "Yes, it is but it won't be as good because she isn't you."

She jumped at me and hugged me tight, "Naughty man, making me happy sad again. I love you. Go in there and give her the time of her life, make a woman out of a shy girl." Now she smiled, "Enjoy yourself. Stay with her Mike. I'll see you in the morning."

"Are you sure sweetheart. I'm sure she won't mind me coming in to you."

"No, she deserves that. Anyway," she said brightly, "you might be piss proud in the morning and I wouldn't want her to waste that!" I laughed and kissed her before leaving for the other room.

Quietly, I opened the door to the other bedroom. I was dressed, as usual, in silk boxer shorts. I like the feel of silk and they are loose enough not to cause problems later. Anna was laying on the bed. Lena had dressed her simply in a pale blue bra and panties. She looked absolutely delightful but I could almost feel her nerves and, looking closely, I could see she was trembling. This was going to be difficult. I must not frighten her. I knew she would give herself to me, that was obvious because she was here, but I wanted her to do it through desire and affection not fear.

I walked over and sat on the bed next to her. Looking down I said softly, "Tu sei una bella ragazza Anna, bella." She smiled a shy smile in reply and seemed to calm a little. Try some more, I thought.

"I tuoi occhi sono bellissimi, bellissimi," and I leant forward and gently kissed her cheek. This seemed to calm her down even more and her trembling diminished. Next I laid down beside her, my head on one elbow, and looked down at her lovely face. Tenderly I stroked her hair then her neck, sending a shiver across her body as my hand touched her skin. Leaning forward I kissed her lips, oh so softly. A long tender kiss that was trying to calm her, to make feel at ease.

"There's nothing to be frightened of," I said as I pulled away, "nothing at all." All this time her eyes had been fixed on my face and seemed to open wider each moment. She certainly had wonderful eyes. When she learned how to use them they would be devastating.

Now I kissed her again with more passion at the same time as I stroked her neck and shoulders. She shivered again when I touched her. She was like a nervous filly at the start of a race! Time to move on. I kissed her mouth once more, gently and tenderly – no tongue, that was best left until she felt more relaxed, more experienced, then I moved to her cheeks, her eyes, and her neck. All the time I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, how lovely she was, how lucky I was to have her, things like that. I was trying to relax her and I think I succeeded. Her breathing became less tense, more regular and she seemed to begin to enjoy being made love to.

I moved my mouth from her neck to her shoulders and then onto the rise of her chest. Small but perfectly formed hillocks of pleasure. I kissed round her bra, not the skimpiest but still sexy, and under her arms. Then my tongue softly laved her skin and I relished the satiny texture. Her breathing settled now into a steady rhythm, easy and slow. Her nerves seemed to have disappeared. Lena, bless her, had used a front catch bra so it was easy to simply undo the catch and move the cloth aside. 

I covered one gorgeous nipple with my mouth and gently sucked. This provoked a long, drawn out sigh from Anna and a soft, "Aaaaagggggghhhh". She was delectable, like a fruit freshly picked. Her breasts were just right for me. I'm not a 'big breast' man, preferring smaller, well formed boobs with pert nipples. This was Anna. As I gently sucked, not too hard at this stage, that was for later as well, her nipple hardened and I bit it softly causing another deep sigh and another, "Aaaaagggggghhhh". I felt she was getting into the swing of it now, enjoying this total attention from a man. Time to use my hand on her other boob. I stroked, squeezed tenderly and pinched the nipple, all the while continuing to suck and lick the other.

She was sighing all the time now, moaning softly as she lost herself in the pleasure of having her breasts loved. Suddenly there was a shiver across her whole body and a sharp cry, "Aaaaaggghhh", as I suspected she had her first orgasm of the day. I didn't know whether she'd had orgasms with her boy friends, possibly but they would have been snatched, rushed, hurried experiences, nothing like this.

I raised my head to look at her still stroking her boobs with my hands. Eyes, closed, she had a smile on her face which was covered with a tiny film of sweat. She licked her lips again an again. She looked like a woman who had just cum and she looked glorious!

I moved back to her boobs with my mouth and continued to explore their whole expanse, kissing, licking and sucking, paying particular attention to the underneath which most women seem to enjoy so much. Now time to explore lower down so, still using my mouth on her boobs, I allowed on hand to travel across her wonderful tummy and touch on the top of her panties. This resulted in a sharp intake of breath and a cry of surprise. I looked up.

"OK?" I whispered, "do you want me to stop?"

"No, oh no, no, no. Please!" She seemed unable to cohesively put words together she was so excited. I went back to my delightful repast of nubile breast and continued to suck, lick and bite as my hand wandered further down across her mound and felt the shape of her sex through the material of her panties. My middle finger naturally found the valley between the lips of her vagina and I pushed gently, probing the entry. Her moaning continued apace with an added groan every now and then, I suppose as a peak hit her. I don't think she was having orgasms, just experiencing pleasure.

Now I wanted to taste her, explore her sex with my mouth and tongue, give her another orgasm, more massive than the first. After that I'd introduce her to my cock, straining as it was against my boxers. Sadly my mouth left her breasts but a tastier feast was to be sampled now. I dragged my tongue across her tummy, stopping to investigate her button with it's tiny gem, then arrived at her panties. I didn't want them off yet. Kinky I know but I do like to bite and suck the female pussy through panties. Don't ask me why, I just enjoy doing it.

Kneeling up I moved into position at her waist and, bending my head, opened my mouth to cover her sex. I could see the wetness caused by my earlier visit and I could smell the glorious odour of her sexual arousal. Then I bit, gently of course, but hard enough for her to know.

She screamed softly, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh." This went on for ages as I bit and sucked her sex through her panties. I think she had an orgasm but I'm not sure. She told me afterwards that she had loads of small ones and three big ones. Now I eased her panties down and beheld the wonderful sight before me. She was totally bare, shaved. It's not something I'm terribly fond of usually, I like a trimmed pussy like Lena's and Jo's but, I must admit, on Anna it looked good. She had a delightful pussy, one of those where almost all the lips are inside.

I opened her legs and climbed between. She looked wonderful, virginal almost although I knew she wasn't. Now to the feast. I leant forward and covered her tiny sex with my mouth, using my tongue to probe inside. God she tasted sweet. She was wet, very wet and I guessed she would cum with quite a lot of liquid, rather like Jo. I don't mind that, it tastes wonderful

Next I started to run my tongue along the length of her vagina, not opening the lips very much, just probing. I soon found her little man, poking his head above the parapet, and I paid special attention to him for a while. This caused her moaning to grow in volume and intensity, and she started to push her sex into my face, losing all of her tension now. I used my hands to part her sex and probe deeper inside with my tongue. I didn't think she'd be long in cumming so I quickly moved away and, bending her legs, pushed them back. Now I could see her anus. Oh fucking hell but the beast does surface at this point. It took all my will power not to bugger her immediately. She was tiny, a perfect star with an almost invisible ring of muscle. I managed to satisfy my immediate desire by looking forward to taking that virginity later but I did want to explore the area between anus and pussy. I was going to explore her anus with my tongue and fingers in a little while, now I was concentrating on her pussy.

I dragged my tongue down and across her perineum, almost reaching her anus. This brought another deep, deep sigh so I moved quickly back and drove my tongue deep into her sex, using my thumb to stroke her clit. She came, long, hard and deep. I knew because she did what most women do in this case. She closed her legs on my head in a vice like grip and her hands came up and pressed me into her sex. I assume this is an inbuilt reaction to being eaten because almost all women do it!

Her climax seemed to go on for ages as she pushed her sex into my face. I did my duty and kept my tongue on the move, laving the inside of her pussy while my thumb continued to rub her clit. I don't know whether she made much noise, I couldn't hear anything, held as I was, so tightly.

After a while, quite long I thought, she relaxed and let me go. As I raised my head she started apologising.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Oh, oh."

I smiled down at her, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh Dio, yes, yes. Never before, never anything like that." She looked at me naively, "Is it always like that?"

I laughed, "Well, I don't know, but Lena tells me it's good most times. Come here and kiss me."

So she did and tasted herself for the first time I suspect. "Can you taste yourself?" I asked her, beginning her education.

"Yes, yes," she said passionately. Time now to probed with my tongue. I kissed her again and pushed my tongue into her mouth. There was no resistance as her tongue found mine and we danced. God she tasted sweet here as well. We kissed and stroked each other for a while, she seeming lost in the pleasure of the situation. I was just enjoying the feeling of her perfect skin against mine. After a while, however, I wanted her to pay attention to the true instrument of her pleasure, and mine!

I wasn't sure, obviously, whether she had sucked a cock before so I had to proceed a bit carefully. I've found that most women actually enjoy sucking an erect penis providing they can get past the apparent dirtiness of putting something that pees into their mouths. After the initial moments they seem to take to it quite well so I was certain I could coax Anna into doing it to me. The only problem would be not cumming in her mouth!

"Anna, Anna," I called softly, "I want you to touch me, please." She looked at me and smiled – she had but she wasn't sure what to do in this situation, completely new to her so she hesitated.

"I'll lay back," I said smiling, "you play with it." So I did and felt her hair trail down my body. Now this on its own is almost enough: it felt wonderful. Have you ever had a woman stoke your cock with her hair? Soon her hands found my cock and began to gently masturbate me. I looked down and could see her gazing at my erection with some apprehension. Look, I'm not that big, just a bit more than average. I think it's when a woman sees it up close like this, out in the open as it were, it causes a bit more apprehension. In the dark, in a car, or bushes, it doesn't seem so intimidating because she never really 'sees' it, just feels.

"Will you lick it Anna? Have you done that before? With your mouth?" She looked back at me wide-eyed again. Shit, she hadn't done that either. She really was inexperienced!

"Anna, angel, you don't have to if you don't want to."

She looked determined now, "You did it to me. Teach me," she said.

Well, I don't think any man can ask for more than this. I smiled, "OK," I said, "now, use you tongue to lick the head, like an ice cream. Sometimes soft, sometimes hard." She did, oh fuck!

"That's good. Is it nice, do you like doing it?"

"Mmm," she murmured. It seemed as though she didn't have any hang-ups about the dirtiness aspect.

"Now Anna, can you take the end into your mouth, all of it but don't suck yet."

Oh shit, the wonderful warmth and wetness as she did, encompassing my cockhead with her mouth.

"Use your tongue like that. Oh yes, yes, that's good. Yes, Anna, something might come out of the end." She pulled her mouth off my cock and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Already?" she said.

I smiled, "No, not that. It's the natural lubricant that men produce during sex," I said by way of explanation, "it's a sort of pre ejaculation, pre-cum we call it. Lena loves the taste of it. She always sucks it out and swallows it," I ended in the hope that it would prompt her doing the same thing.

"Mmm," she said, "I'll try," and she put me back in her mouth.

"Use one hand to stroke me and the other to play, gently, with my ball sack." She did, "Oh heck Anna that's good." Now I felt a pulse of pre-cum on the way. "Some is coming Anna, take me out if you want to."

She shook her head and sucked. I nearly gave her a full mouthful then but managed to just shoot the pre-cum, rather a large dose I must say. Her head came off my cock and she looked at me in surprise. I could see that she was holding something in her mouth. I sat up and held her, "Let me see," I said, "open your mouth." So she did and I could see she had a large dollop of pre-cum on her tongue.




Anna



"All things are possible," she said, "if only one follows proper protocol."

To Justin, Anna's words were loaded with innuendo. They often were, it was one of the things that made her intriguing, but this time there was a hint of reality in her voice, and in the way she arched her eyebrows. She knew something. A small, dimpled, slightly nervous Cheshire cat smile accompanied her words.

"What do you mean?"

Justin was a student of literature, studying in London. Anna was an art student. They had first met during a life art class his literature seminar class visited during the term. There was something about her he noticed immediately, in the way she delicately held her pencil, by the fingertips of her angular hands. Completely absorbed, she leaned into her work, as if scratching these simple lines to paper was the most important thing in the world. She sat with the chair reversed, her slender jeaned legs straddling the back, leaning on the bent wood with one arm, sketching with the other. Sitting in this fashion, he 

was later to find, was her custom always whenever available chairs allowed it. Her dark blond hair hung in a single thick braid to her waist, and a long scarf was wrapped around her neck. As he studied her, she turned very deliberately and looked directly into his eyes, catching him watching her. The blue-violet spotlights of her eyes illuminated his act. He felt suddenly exposed, a role reversal of voyeur to reluctant exhibitionist, made all the more uncomfortable because he knew they were searching eyes, observant eyes, artist's eyes, missing very little. He averted his gaze, looking away to her work.

The model had been male, a bodybuilder, with rippling muscles and an enormous penis. Her work was beautiful, clean and expressive. She had caught him perfectly. His pose, the tilt of his head, the arrogant, self-absorption of his manner, she caught it all except for one small detail. She had drawn the model with an erection, and that particular portion of the drawing was the most detailed, the most complete.

He looked back at her. There was the smile. The dimples at the corners of her mouth grew, and as she turned her attention back to her work, she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes. He caught her glancing in his direction several times during the lecture and plotted to talk with her after the session. To his chagrin, she looked at her watch, packed up her belongings, and rose to go. She spoke briefly to the instructor as she left, and with a final glance in his direction, was out the door and gone.

"I mean the things people write about, the writings of Anais Nin and De Sade, these things are possible, if done in the proper fashion, with the proper protocol."

This was food for thought, if not fantasy. He had imagined all sorts of things to do with this woman, finding her as he did, beautiful. Unreachable, but beautiful. This thought was a fantasy of a dim glimmer of reality in an otherwise empty landscape of hope. He tried to hold his voice steady.

"How do you know?"

She glanced at her hands and back up at him. "I have a proposition for you. An instructor has offered me a kind of, well, life experience, for lack of a better word. Something to see. I want to go, I want to see it, but if I can't find a companion, I probably won't, I'll chicken out. I'd like you to go with."

"What kind of life experience?"

"Nothing dangerous, just different. Please come, and don't ask too many questions. That's part of the protocol."

"And the other part of the protocol?"

"Meet me here at 10:00 tonight, and wear quiet clothes."

"Quiet clothes?"

"Quiet clothes, no rustling. Please?"

He was silent for a moment. "All right."

She smiled quickly, biting her lower lip and hugged herself tightly for just a moment. "Great." She got up, talking, gathering her things. "I'll see you tonight then." She touched his shoulder for a moment, squeezing it, and was gone.

She had never touched him before. Such a small thing, but nice. He found himself thinking of quiet clothes.

That night, Justin was wordless as the car sped to an unknown destination via the motorway. She had picked him up as promised, arriving in a black London cab, relief flooding her smile as she reached over to open the door. She was dressed in a long skirt and soft boots, something he had never seen her wear. 

Nice. After initial hellos and exchanges of smiles there had been silence. His body was stiff, primed for action, but at this moment he could think of no action, no word he could offer without his seeming impossibly dull and provincial. What seemed required was relaxed nonchalance. The nonchalance he could feign, holding himself still. The relaxation was harder. It didn't seem to matter, though. Anna seemed as stiff as he, her long fingers tightly intertwined across her knees.

Leaning forward, she tapped on the glass and spoke softly to the driver.

"You sure, miss?"

"Quite sure." 

The cab driver's face gave a little shrug. "Righto." The cab took the next turning.

Anna reached over and took his hand, squeezing it, intertwining his fingers with hers. He squeezed hers gently in return, acutely aware of his excitement, trying not to squeeze too hard. He did not let it go. Neither did she.

The taxi bore them through an older neighborhood, houses made primarily of stone or brick, large but not too, stately without presumption, spelling unobtrusive old money. The cab halted in front of one house and Anna let go his hand to pay.

His hand felt cold without hers. 

They got out. The black cab drove away, tires hissing on the roadway. They were alone.

She fiddled with her bag, checking the address and putting it away, until there was no more fiddling to be done. Anna stared up at the house. It was large, three stories, and was built of very large stones set in Gothic architecture, narrow arched windows set in triplets. It looked like a combination of castle and church. Two very expensive-looking automobiles, sleek and black, rested in the driveway. 

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining fingers as she had done. She took a breath, and led the way up the flagstone path to the door. An ornate brass knocker hung from the center of the door. Anna reached up, lifted it and let it fall, twice. A short wait, then a dull metallic scrape as the bolt slid back. The door opened to a dimly-lit interior. A small woman in a Victorian housekeeper's dress stood before them.

"Hello, Professor Graves sent us, I am Anna."

The small woman nodded, reached out her hand to Anna's. "I am Margaret, please come in."

They were led to a spacious interior, richly furnished, potted plants, ferns everywhere, stone floor echoing their footsteps in the hallway alternately with thick patterned rugs. The house was lit with candles and oil lamps, lending the feeling of a place out of time.

Lifting her skirts in the proper fashion, Margaret led them up the massive staircase to the third floor. She stopped and unlocked a door. It opened into a tiny room with cloth-covered chairs all facing in the same direction.

She waved them to a small sofa. "Please be seated. It will take a little time, so please wait patiently. Do not speak, they do not know they are being observed." She took the one lamp in the room and left. 

Anna squeezed his hand. He thought he felt it trembling, but could not be sure if it was her trembling or his own. Gradually his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, and he saw a window in this room looking onto an adjoining room, apparently of one-way glass. In the adjoining room, dim moonlight streamed in through the window, revealing a massive four-poster bed low to the ground, but piled high with pillows.

They had not long to wait.

Margaret entered the room. She put an oil lamp on a table and stopping at the door, stood at attention almost, and looked out the doorway, hands clasped in front of her. A woman walked past her into the room. She was small-bonded, but ample, with delicate hands and features. The walk was slow, deliberate, and stopped right before the foot of the bed. She grasped the bedpost nearest to her with both hands and embraced it, resting her forehead against the dark wood, holding to it as if for some measure of support. The look on her face was not exactly fearful, but afraid, yet apprehensive and eager. She gripped the bedpost fiercely, digging it in between her breasts, holding herself together for the strength to do...what? Justin wondered. The woman evidently wanted to be there, felt she must. Her head bowed slightly and she closed her eyes, evidently waiting.

Margaret observed her not quite impassively, then left, closing the door behind her.

The woman wore a silken blouse, a long wrap skirt with a belt at the waist, and high boots reaching up out of sight underneath the skirt. A single silver band encircling one finger (a wedding ring?) and delicate dangling silver earrings comprised the only adornment. Her hair was dark, piled up on top of her head.

Justin wondered about this woman, where she came from. Who ever she was, where ever she came from, or whether there was money involved, she did not look or act like a prostitute. 

Justin felt a thrill go through him. This was real.

He glanced at Anna. She looked as if she was immersed in the scene. He could not see her eyes clearly in the dim light, but her mouth was slightly slack and her brow was slightly furrowed.

She squeezed his hand once, then stronger. He looked quickly back at the room, thinking he had missed something, wanting to know what had transpired to make her react so.

A man entered the room. At the sound of his approach, the woman lifted her head, her eyes remaining closed. He wore a black dressing gown. He was not a large man, but seemed very fit, and moved with an erect, military bearing. He came up behind her. Grasping the woman's hips, he pressed his body against hers, sandwiching her between his body and the bedpost. 

He reached around her and grasping her wrists, pulled them down together behind her back and leaned forward to speak softly into her ear.

"Are you ready?"

Justin was surprised at how well he could hear what was going on inside the room. The voice had been no more than a whisper, yet he had heard it as clearly as if he had spoken it himself. Quiet clothes. 

There was no response, the woman was bound up inside, her stomach moving with excitement, breathing deep. He spoke again, this time more forcefully, but still a whisper.

"Are you ready?"

This time her head inclined in a slow nod and the softest whisper of a "Yes." escaped her lips.

He reached over to the table and got a pair of leather manacles. Slowly, appreciatively, he fastened her wrists together. The click of the brass rings and fasteners echoed. Her chin lifted slightly, ever so, and she licked her lips, as if they were suddenly dry. Her mouth remained slightly open, her eyes remained closed. Justin peered more closely at the woman. Was it his imagination? Had he just seen her tremble?

The man reached around to the front of her blouse. Taking hold of each side, he ripped it open, slowly, the buttons falling one by one, clicking as they struck the hardwood floor. He slowly pulled the front of her blouse open, revealing the top of a black corset, contrast against her white skin. She had thought about this beforehand, whoever she was, whatever their relationship, and had come prepared.

The unveiling proceeded. He, very slowly and with pressure, grasped the front of her corset and pulled it down. Her breasts were larger, heavier than they first appeared. Now she was exposed in the soft light of the room. Her nipples slowly grew hard, feeling the air. This time the tremble was definite.

Was this her house? Had this woman come to the man for this or was he in her room at her invitation? Justin looked over at Anna. She was sitting quietly, breathing deeply, eyebrows slightly furrowed in the dim light coming through the one-way glass. He was afraid to move, feeling if he did he would reveal himself as being unaccustomed, unable to handle pleasures such as this. It was difficult to hold his own trembling in check. He turned his attention once more to the scene in the room.

The man's hands began to move. Exploring, gliding, moving, all over her bottom, her hips and thighs, sliding over the slick material of her skirt, inside and out, almost reaching to her fulcrum, but not quite. He reached to her breasts, caressed, lifted, kneaded, and gripping her breasts firmly, focused on the nipples, which he pinched, softly at first, then harder until a soft sound escaped her, and then just a bit harder, and a louder "Oh..." from between her lips.

He grasped her shoulders, and turning her around, grabbed her hips and pulled her into him, hard. She moved against him, feeling him with her body since her hands were denied, his heat, his hardness, and a moan no louder than a breath escaped her lips. He caressed her face and neck, held her by the neck and head and kissed her, long and soft. This was no quick encounter, although perhaps clandestine.

He took her wrists and fastened them together in front of her. Holding both of her hands in one of his, he drew her into the center of the room. He spoke a one-word command.

"Kneel."

She did so, and opened her eyes to see his erection directly in front of her face, pushing against the thin black material of his dressing gown. 

"You know what to do."

As he placed her hands upon him, she did indeed. She grasped him, feeling the heat, feeling the hardness. Eyes closed, she rubbed her cheek against him. Her manacled hands uncovered him, and she opened her eyes again to gaze at the raw passion, his hardness. She licked her lips once again, this time in preparation, and with one hand sliding around and grasping his cock and the other cradling his balls, slowly took him into her mouth.

Justin wondered if this was a continuing relationship. Or was it a one-time occurrence, a chance of a lifetime for this woman to fulfill her dreams, her fantasies? Was that why she trembled? Because this was something she was not accustomed to, something she thought she would never do, something she had to be coerced into doing to free her from responsibility, even though she wanted to do it more than anything in the world?

The man caressed the side of her face and neck as she alternately took him deep and withdrew to lick. Breathing was becoming more difficult for her, and she could only take so much of him, although she seemed driven to take much more, driving her own head down on him as far as possible. 

Bending over, he took her breasts in his hands and pinched the nipples, pulling small cries from her muffled mouth. Small screw clamps appeared in his hands and he fastened them to her nipples, screwing them down just enough for her to feel them. Just enough to make her breathe a small moan. 

He grasped her head, and after stroking in and out a few times, pulled himself from her mouth. She waited quietly, eyes closed, mouth wet and slightly open, a small drop of saliva dripping unnoticed from the corner of her mouth.

He took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet. She was unsteady, and he pushed her back against the bedpost.

"Pull up your skirt in front." The tone was unmistakable, commanding, obedience assumed.

Her hands found their way to the material at her crotch and started gathering material. Slowly the hem moved upward, exposing her legs and boots that came up to mid-thigh to finally expose all of her. She waited, trembling.

"Spread your legs."

Leaning back against the bedpost, she shifted her weight and did so, her hands gripping the tops of her boots on the front of her thighs, pulling at the leather, pulling her legs apart. He reached out, placing one hand, sliding up her inner thighs to grip her crotch roughly. The sound was wet, almost dripping. 

His hand remained, playing in the wet heat and caressing her. Her face moved slowly from side to side, her mouth slightly open, her eyes closed. She looked as if she was losing herself in the caress.

Justin looked over at Anna. She, too, looked as if she was losing herself. She licked her lips and swallowed. One of her hands still gripped his, the other was laid over her lap, pressed against her opposite thigh. Evidently, in the dark, she felt safe.

"Now pull up your skirt in back and lean over on the bed with your legs spread."

The words drew Justin's attention back into the room. He saw the woman slowly turn, gathering the thin material around her waist, exposing her bottom and thighs to his gaze. He stepped up behind her. Placing his hardness at the entrance to her wet heat, he held it there, unmoving. She moaned softly and tried to back up to envelope him, but he withdrew.

"You know the rules." She nodded, quickly.

The man reached over the bedside table and took in his hand a small riding crop. He struck her but once over her buttocks, leaving one red streak, naked, beautiful, in contrast to her white skin. The woman gasped, her hips moving in what seemed to be pleasurable reaction. 

Justin glanced at Anna and shifted in his seat in the dark. She shifted slightly also, looking down at where their hands were clasped together, then back to the scene unfolding before them.

The man grasped the woman's bottom, spread her apart, and placed the head of his erection at her entrance. This time he pushed in, stoked slowly and withdrew, glistening, and plunged deep again. He reached around to caress her and found her nipples hard, but the clamps gone, having fallen off as her breasts rubbed against the bedspread.

"You know we shall have to fix that."

"Yes." The quietest ghost of a reply.

He unwrapped her skirt from about her waist and then withdrew from her, sliding out of her wetness.

"Stand up."

She straightened, expectant. Her eyes closed as he took off her blouse as if denying the act of disrobing, but she moved her shoulders to help him.

"Sit down on the bed and display yourself." She sat down on the very edge of the bed, her legs spread, hands clasping together at the back of her neck in a ritualized style, as if knowing what is to come. 

Another set of clamps appeared in his hand, connected by a chain. These clamps were spring-loaded, so there was no adjusting the pressure. He grasped one of her hands and set the clamp on the side of it, showing her what the pressure will be.

She nodded her assertion, seeming to know it would hurt. He wasted no more time.

He grasped one nipple, pulling it, and fastened the clamp on it, easing the spring down onto her tender flesh, slowly letting her feel the growing intensity. 

A quiet, breathy "Oh" escaped her lips. He grasped the other nipple and did the same. Now she had a chain connecting her nipples together, the clamps concentrating the passion burning her flesh, bringing a look of passionate pain to her face, the muscles in her throat standing out in the burning lamplight.

Justin was suddenly aware of Anna's hand contracting in his. He looked over at her, but her attention was fully on what was happening in the room. She was apparently unaware of the pressure she was exerting. One arm was across her stomach pressing into her, her hand gripping her side. So he was not alone in his reaction to the scene. He turned back.

The man pushed the woman back on the mound of pillows on the bed, and spread her legs apart, roughly. His hands found their way under her bottom, lifting her, and he lowered his mouth to her burning wetness and tasted the flow, sucking the honey from her. From the movement of his head and the quick contractions of her stomach muscles, Justin thought certainly the man was playing his tongue upon the hard bud that would bloom into an explosion within her.




Anna



The woman lay almost still, her only movement her manacled hands in his hair, the slow movement of her head from side to side, and the movements of her mouth as she licked her lips and moaned softly, ever so. 

Her hands left his head for a moment and moved to her nipples, the clamps had become too much. He removed them, quickly, leaving her hard nipples with the memory feeding the feeling moving low in her belly.

More pressure on his hand. He looked at Anna. She was slightly trembling herself, her hand clasping and unclasping on her side, evidently unaware her hand was clasping and unclasping his.

"Oh!" The intensity of the woman's quiet gasping moan drew him back into the room.

The woman's hips started to roll and lift, her body stiffening, stomach contracting, moving. Her heavy breasts lifted as her chest muscles contracted in the orgasm washing over her like a wave, her head tossing from side to side, tendrils of hair breaking loose from their bindings to hang down caressing her forehead. 

It seemed to go on and on interminably until slowly she quieted and gently pushing on his head pleaded her first soft words.

"Please, please, no more."

He stood up, pushed her further up on the bed, and lay on top of her. She opened to him, enveloping him with her arms and legs, taking him in, letting him fill her with his hard heat.

She was overflowing with wetness, small sucking sounds coming from the room as the man slid smoothly in and out. He rocked back and forth, she moaning words of love so soft Justin was not quite sure he heard them. The man rocked harder and harder, responding with his own words too soft for Justin to hear, and became, finally, as a thing consumed with stroking into her, being in her, sliding in her. He grasped her wrists and pinned them to the bed at the sides of her body and pulled her to him. She placed her feet flat upon the mattress and lifted her hips to take him, deep. Grasping her behind the neck, he pulled her body to him and stroked in and out of her fast and hard, roughly, deeply. She took it all, seemingly insatiable. His breath came quick and hard, his grasp became contorted, and he finally exploded within her, guttural sounds gasping for breath, the beast with two backs was fulfilled, eyes closed, gasping for breath, skin glistening in the firelight.

Justin hardly knew what to do with his feelings. Anna had not told him what she expected, not in word or act. He felt a hand softly touch his shoulder, turned, and looked right into the face of Margaret, the woman who met them at the door. She placed her hand on Anna's shoulder, and putting a finger to her lips, motioned them to leave. They did so, Anna's dress making the softest swishing sound, or, Justin found himself wondering, was that sound the silk on silk caresses of her thighs underneath that dress? 

At the door to the street, Anna looked at the woman silently, pressing her hand. They smiled at each other, and as Anna turned away, Margaret looked at Justin and closed the door in front of a warm smile leveled at him. They walked away, soft boots crunching on the gravel road, and then were back in the street.

They began to stroll along, Justin not knowing where.

"Well," she smiled, "what do you think?"

He hardly knew what to think. He knew what he felt about the scene, it excited him more than he cared to let her know, but how to tell her?

"Very nice." She laughed low and grasping her bag in front of her, swayed in an exaggerated fashion as she walked.

"What did you think of it?" 

She laughed low again. "I think I may be kinkier than I thought. I don't know if I'd have the courage to go through with it, but God!"

Did she want him to act? She said she was excited, but she didn't have the courage to go through with it. Conflicting messages. Or was she saying she wouldn't have the courage just to maintain social decorum. After all, wasn't she the one who had said to him that all things were possible if one followed proper protocol? And had shown him this to prove it? He was frozen with indecision, but had a thought to extend the evening, to explore the possibilities.

"Do you know of a cafe' near here?"

She smiled. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

"Then let's go."

She nodded and smiled, looking out into the night, up at the stars through the boughs of the massive oak trees lining the quiet street.

He had no more words, at least not right now. He placed his arm around her as they walked. She slid her arm around his waist, resting her other hand on his chest, and they strolled together along the silent streets of a neighborhood where people slept blissfully unaware. Their adventure had begun.



Anna



We had already been lovers for several months, and we were having a great time. We actually really loved each other. For Anna it was the first time she had really fallen in love. For me it wasn't, but it sure was good. I had known Anna for years, seeing her at shows here and there in town, but I always thought she was bored with me. Turned out she was just shy. I had just assumed that someone with tattoos like hers and shorts that short must be aloof rather than just plain shy, but I was mistaken.

Whenever we'd see each other, if I weren't with another woman at the time (as for her, she never seemed to appear in public with anyone she seemed to be lovers with), I'd ask her if she wanted to meet me for coffee the next day. She'd always decline, but she'd invite me to a party that was happening later that evening, or a punk rock show or something. Not being a fan of loud parties or punk rock shows, I'd always say maybe I'd show up, then I wouldn't. Finally one time she accepted my invitation to dinner, and that was it. If I had understood what was going on, I would have come to one of those parties years before.

Months went by, most of which I spent on the road, but a good bit of it with Anna. We had lots of great sex. As far as I could tell, she wasn't the voracious, proactive sort who was obviously enjoying every second and having a constant stream of loud orgasms. She was quieter, more subdued, but clearly intent on taking anything I had to give her. She wasn't frail, she had muscles born of a childhood spent playing soccer and riding a bicycle every day, but she was small, thin, the definition of petite, she often shopped for clothing in the children's section of the store because that's what fit her little body.

When we got into bed, she was always ready for anything. Wet or dry, she was on her back and prepared for whatever I had in mind. Whether I felt like being gentle or rough, she didn't mind, she always seemed content with it. If we had sex for a half hour and then I fell asleep, or if I wanted to fuck her until she was raw, she was into it. Sometimes the next day she'd be limping a bit, but she never complained. I had to start to figure out on my own that she wasn't going to ask for what she might want, and I decided it was in both of our best interests if I took it upon myself to make sure she was at least well-lubricated for whatever we were going to do, once I realized that this was my responsibility or no one's.

Though we were having a very good time in and out of bed, I always had a sneaking feeling that sexually something was missing for Anna, that I was perhaps a bit boring for her. I thought of other lovers I had had, especially the insatiable, multi-orgasmic sorts, and how pleased they generally had been with me. They were bored with all the men they'd had sex with who would come after a few minutes, and happy when they found someone who was not only a good conversationalist, but could shag for hours. One wouldn't think that this combination of skills should be so rare, but it always seemed to be rare enough that meeting a man who didn't engage in premature ejaculation was something to be celebrated.

But with Anna, well, I was still trying to figure out what made her tick, what was behind this sense I got that she was a bit bored, humoring me. Then one day she sent a text message to my phone. "You know, you can do ANYTHING you want to me." My first thought was, yes, I know, and I do, but this is a nice text message anyway for sure. Then I realized, slowly, what her message meant. This was code, and it suddenly clicked.

I had been reading up on Wikipedia about BDSM just the other day. One of the bits in there that struck me was that out of all the many people who are into the particular sexual roleplay of domination and submission, there are always far more people into playing the submissive. There were always, apparently, a backlog of bored submissives waiting for their dominants to come along, and never enough of the latter. To compound the shortage, there was the stigma. Anna had waited months before even sending me this coded message, for fear of alienating me, as had happened in the past with her and other guys.

I suddenly felt a rush of pleasure, and realized I was definitely the guy Anna had been looking for. I went shopping.

That evening we were back at Anna's apartment, smoking various substances and talking about the day. "Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed," I said with no warning. Anna wasn't surprised, but looked at me a bit quizzically, as if she was thinking about refusing to see what I might do then, but decided better of it. Perhaps she thought if she refused, I wouldn't insist. She didn't want to take that risk. She took her clothes off, one skimpy garment at a time, lay down on her bed, and looked at me, her silent gaze clearly asking the question, what next...?

Before Anna got home, I had already tied ropes to the bedposts. I took one wrist, wrapped one strap around it, and then the other. Then one ankle, then the other. Then I pulled the straps tight, one at a time, so she could move a bit, but not much. I had not touched her aside from her wrists and ankles, but she was breathing more heavily already. In fact, she was probably about as excited as I had ever seen her, and we were only just beginning.

With Anna I always felt like I was too vanilla, but I was never quite sure why. Even if I was pretty rough with her I still felt somehow too gentle, and I always felt hesitant about being as affectionate as I really wanted to be. I loved her, and I wanted to kiss her gently, lovingly, but I thought I'd bore her with that sort of behavior. But with her splayed on the bed naked like that, all tied up and uncovered, I suddenly felt more affectionate than ever, and with no more hesitation about it. Whereas normally I might feel that by taking my time to appreciate her gorgeous body I was being boring, and I'd get the feeling that I should get on with it and do something more manly, now I felt none of that. I felt I could do as I wished. And what I wished then was to explore every inch of her beautiful, young, lean body.

Tied there to the bed, I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Long, deep kisses. When she seemed tired of kissing me, I kissed her some more, because I felt like kissing her. Her skin was so smooth, with only the slightest creases here and there. I played with her thin, wispy blonde hair, her very light blonde hair that testified to the fact that she was and always will be Scandinavian. I kissed and licked around her collarbone, so clearly-defined atop her muscular body, with hardly an ounce of fat for a collarbone to hide behind.

Anna had said that she wished she had larger breasts. Unlike many women with smaller breasts, hers weren't particularly sensitive, and I had often felt before like I was being too self-indulgent if I dwelled too long on them. But now I didn't care, and I played with them, explored them, bit them, licked and sucked on them until I felt like I had had enough, at least for the moment.

I moved on to her abdomen, and remembered how when she wasn't tied up, it would be by this point, or even sooner, that she would be making physical movements indicating that she was ready to fuck. Afraid to be too vanilla for my punk rock lover, I often abandoned foreplay at this point and fucked her as she seemed to want. But not this time. Perhaps she felt vulnerable when I explored her stomache as I liked to. It is, it seems, where the soul is hidden, this delicate part of the body below the rib cage where so many of the organs are to be found. It is a soft place, but in Anna's case, covered by a shell of muscle. I mushed my face into her stomache and just nestled there for a while, soaking in her silky flesh, and the muscles and organs beneath it. 

I marveled at her legs, her bicycle legs, her Copenhagen legs, those legs she shares in common with thousands of other beautiful Danish women, those legs that speak volumes about good urban planning, those legs that say we live in a society with lots and lots of bike lanes. Those legs that say I am your legs, do with me as you will.

By now Anna's heavy breathing had moved beyond just her lungs. No longer was it just her chest expanding and contracting, but her whole body was rising and falling, in particular her pelvis. "Fuck me," she said.

"Calm down," I replied. Her body shuddered at this command, her breathing became more intense, but she willed herself to be more still, to do as she had been told. "OK," she said obediently.

I started licking the area around her pussy. First exploring each side of each section of her little pink labia, the entrance to her tight little vaginal tunnel, that soft spot of skin right where her little wisp of blonde pubic hair began. I began teasing her clit, a little, here and there. She was already wetter than I had ever seen, at least from her own natural lubricants. Her clit, which normally did eventually respond to stimuli, was clearly on a hair-trigger, shivering with each touch of my tongue. I licked her a bit and then took a break to explore her breasts, her stomache, her lips, and then licked her a bit more. I licked her until her body was becoming tense, that certain kind of tension that says an orgasm may soon be approaching.

Then I stopped. I stopped to revel in that tension. That wonderful tension that is like the gift of life, that electric tension that says, more clearly than anything else, "I want you, I want more."

As a performer, you want to play with any energy that says "I want more." You want to cultivate that energy with every song. You want your audience to think, that ballad was so good I want to hear another one. But then you do satire instead. And when they want more satire, you do a love song. When they've really gotten the chorus down, the song is over. When they're really geared up for a great third set, they find the concert ended with the second one. You leave them wanting more.

Anna was wanting more, moreso than ever. Ignoring her clit now, I explored her lithe body all over again. After a while I thought it was time for a cigarette break. I went to the living room and brought back some tobacco, rolled a cigarette and lit it, while I looked at Anna lying there beneath me. I knew she wanted some, so I put it to her mouth to give her a drag. I caressed her body while I smoked, enjoying the combination of pleasures. I touched her clit with my fingers, quickly rekindling her desire. Then I untied her.

"Put your panties on and eat me," I said. Very briefly she looked surprised, like things were going in a slightly unexpected direction. She had some very sexy panties, and I liked to look at her in them. That's what I wanted, so that's what I asked for. She may have wanted many different things, and putting on her panties may not have been anywhere on the list, but it was what I wanted, and suddenly it was what she wanted, too. She dutifully got off of the bed briefly, reached for some low-cut panties, and standing beside the bed, put one leg at a time into them. She pulled them up and over her pussy with a bit of difficulty - not physical difficulty, but difficulty born out of that contradiction between conflicting desires. Her pussy was so warm and so wet, almost shouting for it's freedom, but now it was entirely covered by a fairly thick cloth all around it, hidden.

She crawled back onto the bed and did as she was told. She didn't caress me, kiss me, or any of that sort of thing - she hadn't been told to. She had been told to put her panties on and eat me, and that's just what she did. Without words, I guided her into the 69 position. Each of us lying on our sides, she ate me eagerly while I held her lean little waist in my hands and looked at her undulating panties. As she ate me, her legs would part and then close, involuntarily, it seemed, as if they were hoping to shed themselves of the cloth that was now bordering her thighs, to no avail.

After a time I thought it would be nice to be on top of her, inside of her, feeling her taut beneath me, with my arms wrapped so easily around her, with my dick pushing deep inside her again and again. "Take your panties off," I instructed. She did, slowly, pretending as if she were reluctantly following orders. I enjoyed the act, though that's obviously what it was. There will be more acting, I thought, I like that. But not quite yet. For now, I thought, I'll give her a little of what she so intently desires. But just a little.

It was odd, laying on top of her, going inside of her, feeling how close she was to me, physically and emotionally. It was a classic sort of vanilla connection, missionary position, gentle, close, loving sex, lots of kissing and holding each other. I moved in and out, rubbing up against her clit, locked up against each other, her legs wide apart, her pussy so wet and excited.

That familiar tension was quickly rising in her body, it was easy to feel. Being the submissive, playing this game, was clearly turning her on in a big way. Next, around the corner, amidst whatever other commands might be coming her way, she knew, was going to be several big orgasms if I kept moving as I was. The first one was seconds away at this point.

"If you're going to come, tell me to stop," I said. This took her by surprise. There is great pleasure to be had from following orders, she knew, but the pleasure was normally something that led to orgasms, a natural process - find what pleases you, such as, for example, playing the submissive with a good dominant, then it makes you come. She was confused and conflicted. Now that her body and my commands were telling her to do very different things, there was a serious conflict of interests. But she knew the rules - do as I say. So she did.

"Stop," she said suddenly. She had waited until the orgasmic wave was just pushing at the floodgates, until it was almost too late. I stopped, knowing that if I continued for another moment she'd come. Neither of us moved. She wanted to move so much, I could feel it in every tense muscle of her flawless, smooth body. But she stayed still, obedient. A tear drifted from one of her eyes. The tension started to subside a little. I started moving a little, but only a little, and kissing her some more, her lips, her cheeks, squeezing her gorgeous, tense body with my hands and arms, biting her nipples, enjoying her quick reactions to every stimuli.

I hadn't really given her time to relax, but I was moving again, slowly. I started moving just a bit faster, but staying close to her body, rubbing up against her clit, knowing this would turn her on a lot. She became more tense, again. "Stop," she said quickly, holding her breath at the same time, as if holding her breath would also hold onto the orgasm, the orgasm that was pounding from within her, screaming to come out, making her pale skin become a bit more pink.

I stopped. It was definitely time to chill out a little bit. I lay on top of her, a bit to the side, just feeling her hesitant breathing. I caressed her beautiful face, licked my sweat off of her breasts. We smoked a bit together, leaning on pillows, still connected. I put the cigarette out, moved the ashtray aside, and started moving faster inside her. Anna was doing her best to be resigned to her fate, to do as she was told, but suddenly the waves were crashing inside her and she was about to burst.

"I'm coming," she said. I could feel it, too - her body was completely tense, like a dam with the waters about to cause a hairline fracture. It was an intriguing moment. Tuned in to her delicate little electrified body, it was clear, there was that moment where she's about to come. She had said, "I'm coming," but she really didn't quite mean that. What she meant was "I'm about to come, please don't make me stop."

I quickly withdrew from her and sat up on the bed, just in time to watch Anna writhe in a pre-orgasmic haze that didn't quite become an orgasm. "You're coming?" I asked. The blood was pulsing in her face and in her pussy, her breath was short, she was almost hyperventilating. "No," she said.

"You almost came without permission, Anna. You should be punished." With an ecstatic shudder, Anna wholeheartedly agreed.

I tied her wrists back to the bedposts and rolled her onto her side. I reached for the heart-shaped leather paddle I had recently acquired, along with the ropes. I've never particularly understood why some people like to be spanked, but Anna was clearly one of them. Each time the paddle swiftly met her lovely buttocks there was an excited, fast intake of breath. After a while the gasps were followed by groans, and I retired the paddle to allow her stinging flesh to recuperate.

I rolled her over to face me and admired her beautiful body before me, wrists above her head on either side of her, tied to posts. I tasted her flesh from her breasts to her pussy, and licked her wet clit a bit. She was as sensitive as ever, the spanking having only intensified her desire.

"Do you want to come?" I asked. Of course, I knew that Anna probably wanted nothing at the moment more than coming. But when you can create a contradiction between what a submissive wants and what her partner wants, the most attractive option is always going with what her partner wants.

"No," she lied, her voice trembling.

I licked her slowly, perusing her clit, licking her labia, caressing her thighs and her belly. Gradually I licked her more intensely until she was breathing hard and suddenly said, "stop." My tongue wandered around her body, and eventually returned to her pussy. I started licking her slowly again until she stopped me. I then repeated the process.

By now Anna was dripping. "Do you want me to fuck you really hard?" I asked. The thing is that I'm a bit big for Anna when we're doing that. Also, she has clitoral orgasms, so she doesn't tend to come when she's on all fours.

"Yes," she answered with an enthusiastically trembling voice. The prospect of being fucked hard, the challenge of it, the pleasing of me, the denial of her clit, the contradiction, all seems to turn her on as much as it does me.

I untie her wrists so she can roll over. She moves around onto her knees. I enter her from behind, and move in and out of her. I hold tight to her waist and fuck her harder. Anna winces into the pillow, and I fuck her more. "Come," she requests, and I do.

Quivering beside me on the bed, Anna asks if I'd like some coffee. Looking at me demurely, she puts her panties back on and walks towards the kitchen.



Anna



Jason looked up briefly from the spreadsheet he was so diligently going through when Anna entered his office with a knock.

"Mmmhm?" He half grunted in question at his assistant; already back to the computer trying to make sense of the damn budget from Marketing.

Anna made her way across the office, her sensible low heels clicking in a muted only-in-the-office type sound on the highly polished hardwood floors until her feet met the rug Jason had laid out to mark the area where guests were sat, opposite his side of the desk. She stood for a second, waiting patiently, looking out the window of the office at the streets far below.

Finally Jason looked up again..

"Yes?" he said half amused. He knew why she was there.

"You are coming tonight, I've arranged for a car to pick you up at eight so you have no excuse. You can still make the gym with plenty of time to get home and change."

Jason leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking, and observed Anna for a moment silently. She was an amazing assistant, especially for one so young, but she had decided at some point in the last year working with him to also help out with more than just work, deciding it was her personal mission to get him to socialize more. 

Of course he pretended to be greatly annoyed by it and brushed off most of her attempts at activities gruffly but he was getting to the point where he actually looked forward to the banter each time something came up. 

Anna shifted her weight to one foot and placed one hand on her hip arching her own eyebrow right back at him. 

"It is a company event Mr. Stanton, you are the VP of Product Marketing and responsible for many of the reasons these people have to celebrate."

Jason grimaced at that... no one would care if he was there or not... especially once he was done yelling at his managers for these obtuse budgets they submitted.

"Please?" She changed tactics, not begging but using the tone of voice she knew would work. 

Rubbing his eyes and leaning back towards his PC in one movement, he paused then "Fine, 8pm I'll go."

"Great!" She perked up and with a quick spin was already moving out of the office on to her next project, whatever that may be. 

Jason watched her over the tops of his reading glasses as she left, admiring her athletic legs and frame. It was good to be the VP that was for sure.

Eight O'clock found Jason waiting in front of his brownstone for the car. A light snow was falling, but it would never stick in the city. The event was suit and tie but thankfully he didn't have to break out the tux. He could never figure out how to get all the bits together and not look like some kid's dress up doll. 

He shrugged deeper into his wool coat and moved towards the curb as his car rolled to a stop, only five minutes late. Without a word the driver merged back onto the street and started the twenty minute process of fighting ground traffic in the city, on a Friday night, in the winter to get to the office building.

Jason watched the lights and people absently as he rode in the back, occasionally checking his PDA to see if he had any email or missed a call. His mind wandered to Anna as he found it often did recently.

She had been with the company only a year before she applied to the internal job posting for his Executive Assistant, still pretty much fresh out of college. When she had walked in to the interview he assumed he would have her walking back out in a matter of minutes after just a courtesy interview. She was new, young and he needed someone who could keep up with him. By the end of the interview he was smitten with her. She was charming, seemed very capable and, he hated to admit it, she was not that hard on the eyes, though he was old enough almost to be her dad. Petite athletic blondes that had a penchant for skirts (not too short of course) and form fitting tops were definitely in high demand amongst the executives, to have found one who seemed to enjoy working for him and did a great job at it was a major plus. 

He gave her the job on a trial basis, and she excelled in all cases, leading to a very good year under him. Plenty of his peers ribbed him on his choice but it was pretty clear to all she worked for everything she had received and he himself was above reproach in the company. Mainly he knew because people thought he was a boring forty-something engineer type that went home and read manuals at night...

He only did that once in a while...

The car pulled into the parking garage, breaking his current train of thought. Ah well... now to go socialize for a few hours, watch people he had to work with on Monday get trashed and act like idiots, then go home.

As he stepped out of the car his PDA buzzed silently in his breast pocket. A text from 

Anna: Where R U?

Jason grunted... he hated texting, but he had to admit it was faster then voice calls sometimes. 

He popped open the keyboard and quickly replied: Just got here. In garage.

Anna: K meet U in lobby.

"How hard is it to type 'y o u'." Jason said to no one in particular as he headed for the elevator.

Once inside the elevator he swiped his access card and pressed the button for the penthouse level where the party was. After a second he remembered he was supposed to meet Anna in the lobby and pressed that instead. Holiday muzac wafted down from hidden speakers in the roof as he waited for the floor countdown to slow, then finally stop, his salt-n-pepper reflection in the doors his only companion thankfully.

With a silent rumble the doors slid open and Jason stepped into the bright, tastefully decorated lobby of his company. The floor was some flavor of rare highly polished marble, inlaid with the company logo in the center of the broad room that took up over half of the thirty-second floor. A paired set of wide carpeted stairs swept up from either side of the reception area towards a balcony above that ran the entire length of the room leading to the penthouse. All the brass had been polished, the oak paneling in the huge room glistened in the colored lights and the marble floor looked more like ice or polished colored glass. 

Anna waited for him in the middle of the floor, standing in the middle of the company's logo, still typing on her own PDA, held close to her face with both hands.

Jason nearly stumbled when he saw her but quickly regained his composure and kept moving. Anna was wearing a skin tight red satin cocktail dress that looked like someone had spray painted it on her. The dress bared her shoulders with a modestly plunging neckline, but hugged every inch of her skin down to just above the knees... he supposed to make dancing easier. Her toned legs were encased in some patterned stockings of some sort (he wasn't about to try and look too closely to figure out what the patter was of) and around her left ankle she had a simple anklet. He loved anklets... he had no idea why but they always seemed very sexy to him. 

She looked up and shot him a dazzling smile, her face framed by her short blond hair. 

"Jason!" She reached up and gave him a quick hug. Did she just call me Jason? "Sorry but Jim down in accounting has been hammering me all night with last minute questions. I've been trying to get him all the info he needs so you could just enjoy the party but he still needs the numbers from Michael's group. For some reason it never made it through when you get the rest to him." She stopped for breath and looked back up at him while taking his arm and herding him towards the stairs.

"I am so glad you came tonight Mr. Stanton, I think you will have a lot of fun plus "she leaned closer in a conspiratory manner "I hear Old Man Franks might be moving on, from his EA, and this is a good opportunity to get some brownie points with the boss." 

Jason let himself be led up the wide carpeted staircase, barely listening to Anna's chat. It was all he could do to concentrate on walking with his arm sandwiched between her arm and breast. 

At the top of the stairs a coat check had been setup at the entrance to the penthouse ballroom area. The level was referred to as the penthouse but in reality it was just a large open area suitable for company gatherings, meetings and entertaining. In a city such as this it was a luxury to be sure, but times had been good to his company thus they had room and money to spare, at least for now. All of the office space remained on the floors below.

After checking his coat he let himself be escorted into the room by Anna, feeling very underdressed in his suit next to her. People definitely noticed their entrance and Jason nodded to a few people he knew as they made their way towards the drink table. The room was packed with people, some dancing, most milling. A live band played casual jazz in the Southern corner of the huge room while the bar and tables were aligned with Western wall, windows gave play to a winter night view of the city through the other two sides of the room. A balcony could be seen through the glass on the shorter Northern wall, but due to the time of year it was closed off.

At the drinks table Anna let Jason hand her a glass of Champaign then he took one for himself. He turned to look about the room, not enjoying the idea of having to spend a few hours in there before being allowed to leave.

"..anyway, just remember to resend that file when you get a chance Mr. Stanton, he needs that to close out the books this weekend."

Jason gave his standard "Mmmhmmm" response while craning his neck, looking for a table.

"Oh! There is Toby!" squealed Anna "he and I started here together down on the 26th... I'm going to run and say 'hi'." She turned to leave but then saw Jason looking for a table.

"I order you to mingle some Mr. Stanton" She sternly delivered "you need to appear more... approachable... and it's the holidays for Christ's sake! Let loose a bit and have some fun!" 

He smiled a bit sheepishly "Fine... Mingle, act happy, got it."

Anna flashed him a dazzling smile then turned and deftly moved through the mass seeking out Toby, a red form darting amongst the crowd. Jason watched until she was gone.

It's a good thing I'm not married anymore, thought Jason. I'd be in the doghouse for a long time for the look I just gave her backside.

Jason grinned and started to move towards a table anyway. I didn't see any panty lines... I wonder if she is wearing a thong... Halfway to a table he got caught up in a group that was discussing TPS reports... 

Throughout the evening he found himself wondering occasionally if Anna was going to show up again.

Around midnight Jason decided it was time to go. He had imbibed a bit more than he had expected to and though no where near drunk he was a bit buzzed. Not a good condition for an executive at a party, it would be better to cut and run before he ended up like Samuel a few years ago... Jason shuddered at the thought. 

He grabbed his coat from the coat check, said his goodbyes to a few people in the foyer and started for the elevator. He was about to step in when he remembered the damn files he needed to send. Might as well do it now and not come back in over the weekend mused Jason and he turned on his heels and headed for the stairs leading to the offices below, his coat on but not buttoned.

He followed his feet through the normal hallways to get to his corner office on autopilot, not really thinking of anything in particular. The way the building was laid out Anna had an outer office before his with a window overlooking a park below, then a single door led into his own expansive room, both doors keyed the same though so each could get in as needed.

Jason got to the door to Anna's office and reached for his key but the knob turned under his hand. He "harrumphed' Anna must have forgotten to lock the door again, and moved into the room beyond. Her office was lit well enough from outside so he moved towards his door without turning on a light.

As he reached for the second door handle a noise beyond stopped him. It sounded like a woman crying in the next room.

What the hell? 

He wasn't really sure what to do, he certainly didn't want to get involved with someone's issues, but it was his office. He opened the door quietly to see if he could get a better idea of who was in there.

He stopped dead in his tracks, the door open maybe six inches gave a perfect view of his huge desk maybe twenty feet further in.

With the heavy door open it was immediately clear the sounds were not of someone crying. 

A man with his back turned to the outer door and his pants down around one leg, hastily removed from the other, had a woman's legs up over his shoulders, one shoe still on the other on the floor under Jason's desk. The sounds were mostly coming from the woman who was on her back on his desk, his desk, gripping the edge while her friend pounded her. 

Jason was not pleased and opened his mouth to lay into the amorous couple (the nerve to sneak into his office for a tryst) when a flash of red caught his eye. In the split second he realized he recognized the voice exhorting her lover to fuck her faster and deeper... it was Anna.

He stood still, struck into inactivity, staring through the partially open door into the room. The man's muscular legs and buttocks flexed with each thrust into Anna and she moaned in appreciation. The room smelled of sex, even from where Jason stood, so they had been at it for a while. Anna's scent was very arousing he decided absently.

"Oh god yes Toby, fuck me!" 

Toby, so it was the infamous Toby apparently, responded by slamming her harder, pulling almost all the way out then stroking long and deep back inside her pussy, a beautiful wet slapping sound jack-hammered through the office.

"Mmm I forgot how tight your pussy was Anna, you feel so fucking good..."

"Cum in me Toby, I want to feel you shoot inside me..."

"Oh fuck yeah, talk dirty you slut I love it!" Somehow Toby picked up his pace even more, Anna's other shoe slid off her foot and hit the carpet with a muffled thud. 

"Oh yes, oh god yes! You are so fucking deep!" Anna lifted herself up to her elbows, affording Jason a better view of her from his vantage point. She still had her dress on, just pulled up to her waist. Her chest heaved as she watched her lovers face, her nipples standing out against the thin fabric of her clothing. 


Jason's cock was rock hard and he found his hand massaging it through his pants, a small wet spot already forming on his trousers. He berated himself mentally, Was he a fucking schoolboy perv? He needed to stop this right now!

He kept watching of course. 

"I'm cumming... of fuck yeah I am cumming babe!" Toby was literally fucking himself with Anna now, her legs still splayed up in the air he gripped her waist tightly and pulled her hard onto his cock. 

"I can feel it, mmm... fill my cunt... give it to meToby..." She bit her lip and leaned back obviously savoring the sensations.

With a wordless grunt Toby buried his cock deep inside her and his whole body tensed as he came. He started to stroke her a bit slower, his body wracked with the power of his orgasm, but he kept fucking her.

"mmmmmmmm... god I love that... " Purred Anna, her toes once curled now flexed as she coyly watched Toby's face as he slowed down.

Toby, once fully spent, gently lowered her legs and slowly let his cock slide out of her pussy, taking a staggering step back. Anna sat perched on the desk top lightly swinging her legs as she watched him, her skirt still up around her waist and her pussy lips and ass pressed wetly against the surface. Jason could see she has nearly trimmed bald, the lips red and extended from her fucking, and wonderfully wet. She kept her legs spread still as she watched Toby trying to organize himself.

Toby bent down to grab his pants and boxers.

"I'd forgotten how much fun you were Anna. Having been stuck down on the 26th –"He started to turn towards the door as he slid his leg into his boxers, a little off balance. Jason had only a fraction of a second to do something snow that the couple was not longer fucking like weasels they were moments from realizing he was there and watching.

Before Toby could finish and as he turned Jason pushed the door open and strode in as if nothing was amiss, then stopped and stared. A look of total terror instantly set upon both Toby's and Anna's countenances. The three stared at each other for a full three or four seconds, Jason breaking the silence first.

"What... the ... FUCK is going on in here?" 

Toby's face went sheet white, and Anna, only now realizing her legs were still spread wide for all to see, slammed her legs shut.

"Uh... sir... umm... Sorry Sir, it's just... we..." Toby stammered 

"There is nothing you can say to justify this, Toby was it?" Toby somehow found a way to turn even more pale at that "Get the fuck out of my office..." Jason pointed towards the door. "NOW." 

Toby, seeing an escape quickly took it murmuring a quick 'I'll call you' to Anna as he hurried out of the room carrying his jacket.

Jason watched Toby leave the outer office before closing his door and turning. Anna had already gotten off his desk and was smoothing down her dress, though she was still barefoot. Her face had transitioned from pale to crimson with shame, her mussed hair was lending to her generally disheveled look. He stared at her for a minute, taking in every detail. Without shoes she only came up to his shoulder level. She looked sheepishly away hands clasped behind her back not meeting his gaze.

"Well?" Jason said finally, noting that her nipples were still rock hard as he waited for her blue eyes to finally raise and meet his.

Anna started to speak, he eyes still low...

"I am so sorry Sir. I just... we just... " She stopped and started a few times. "What are you going to do?" she said quietly at last.

He actually had no idea what he was going to do. He should fire her and Toby immediately, file a report with HR and make sure Legal gets a copy as well. That would destroy Anna's career though. He let the silence hang for a bit longer as he thought. 

Anna's eyes raised a bit, then a small smile started touch her lips.

"Why Sir... you appear to have gotten something on your trousers." She met his eyes now, the first time since entering the room "... you were watching us weren't you." She said quietly, the smile stuck firmly on her face now.

"What? No! I was just coming in to get those files off..." Jason could feel his face going bright red involuntarily. 

Anna laughed all of a sudden and she leaned back onto the desk, breathing a bit more easily.

"You were watching us, and you liked what you saw didn't you Mr. Stanton." When he did not immediately deny it she went on "That's why you let Toby go, you scared the hell out of him but you let him go." She crossed her arms under her breasts and quirked an eyebrow at him. "So now what?"

"Yes, yes I saw what was going on before I came in. I was ready to fire both of you until I realized it was you. I was not 'watching' you two though." He huffed.

"The bulge in your pants and the wet spot kind of beg to differ I think." Anna's slightly taunting laugh filling the room.

"I tell you what Sir " she enunciated the Sir more than usual " I am at your mercy, you hold my job in your hands..." she stood up now and in a smooth, slow motion slid the top of her dress off her shoulders exposing her breasts. "Do with me as you will." an impish smile followed the statement.

Jason stared at her. She stood in front of him, her dress laying her torso bare, her high, firm breasts inches away, beautifully formed with large areolas and nipples. The office still smelled of sex and, off handedly, he noticed the wet spot on his desk of her juices mingled with Toby's cum. He really should have had either more, or less to drink he mused.




Anna



She stepped forward then, and pressed herself against him, going to her tippy toes, her breasts warm against his shirt. She tilted her head back; her red lips inches away from his. Involuntarily, or so he told himself, his hands went to her slim waist, the red silken fabric cool beneath his fingers touch. She placed one hand on his shoulder and one on his chest.

"I've wanted you to do the same to me since the day we met " she whispered " I like to be used by men in power over me... " She tilted her head a bit and stared up at him "do you like that? Does that turn you on Sir?" She rubbed herself against his cock, which had flexed in his pants when she asked the last. "I see it does." She cooed.

"This, this is not right Anna." What Jason had hoped would come out with command and authority came out more as a half hearted plea. 

"Mmm... so you are saying that if I were to do this... " She moved the hand off his chest and gently stroked his cock through his pants "you would not like it?" 

Jason's body betrayed him again as he pressed his hips against her touch.

"I thought so... what about this?"

She sunk gracefully to her knees before him, the hand from his shoulder caressing his well toned chest on the way down.

Anna unzipped his pants and started to work his cock out. Looking up at him the entire time. 

"I want you to enjoy me Sir. I want to give you an outlet for the stress you build up here in the office." His cock came free finally and stood straight out, so hard it hurt and raging hot. She gave him a few experimental strokes with her left hand, spreading his precum around the head. Her hand felt like warm flowing silk over his shaft.

"You are so beautiful." She murmured, then slowly, delicately, with her eyes closed she leaned forward and took him into her wet mouth, still holding the base with her left hand. He was a lot bigger than she had expected a pleasant surprise indeed. She liked a thick long cock between her lips and legs.

Jason watched his cock slowly disappear between her hot, experienced lips in wonder. He of course had had blowjobs before (though not nearly as often as he would have liked) but Anna was amazing. She relished sucking on his cock, pulling him out slowly and lavishing his shaft with licks and kisses before sliding him back in, the whole time her left hand gently stroking the base of his shaft in short slow firm strokes.

After a bit she paused and looked up "So... were you watching us?" 

"Yes, yes I was." He breathed.

"Did you like what you saw Sir?"

"I loved it; I loved watching him fuck you." He stroked her short blond hair with one hand his other caressing her cheek.

"Mmmm you are a dirty boy." She went back to sucking him slowly, taking him a bit deeper each time, nearly deep throating him.

"Oh my god, fuck yeah Anna." His hips moved forward pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She accepted him, opening her throat while gagging just a bit. She loved getting checked with a cock, especially his. She had been waiting a year for this! Both his hands were on his head now, locking her more into place.

She felt his dick get even harder and slowed down her ministrations; as much as she wanted to taste his cum she didn't want him to finish yet.

She leaned back, disengaging his hands, still holding his cock by the base. His engorged member, slick with her saliva and his precum waggled in front of her face. She used her free hand to delicately wipe away some saliva form the corner of her mouth.

"You are a dirty boy, what do you want to do to this dirty girl?"

She, on her knees, her tits exposed and flushed, his cock that she had been sucking just moments before still held in her soft, small hand, looked up at him. Her ankle bracelet caught his eye, of all things. A switch turned on somewhere in his brain.

"Get up." He said firmly. A shadow of a doubt passed over her features as she stood. "Turn round." She did, now facing the desk and away from him. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her chest down onto the desk, her breasts tingling as they rubbed against the cool, polished wood.

"Mmmm I like where this is going..." she murmured.

"Quiet. Lift your dress up and spread your legs, I want to look at you." She did as he asked again, a tremor moving through her body, radiating out from her lower stomach. Once her dress was shimmied up above her ass she folded her arms beneath her head.

Jason took her in, she was gorgeous. Her toned, tanned legs still encased in those sexy thigh high stockings drew his eyes up to her perfect ass displayed before him, her tan lines framing her pussy and ass crack. She was very wet, and a sheen of sex glistened from her lips up into the valley of her ass and even the small of her back from when Toby had been fucking her.

"Spread your cheeks for me and stay like that." Where the hell was this coming from? He almost laughed aloud.

"Mmmmm" Anna reached back, her manicured fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, displaying her recently fucked pussy and slicked asshole for him. "Tell me what you want to do to me... please tell me..." 

He didn't answer. Jason traced a line with a finger languidly from the small of her back slowly into the cleft of her ass, circling her asshole and pressing lightly when he got to it, then continued down to her pussy. Reversing his grip he worked his middle finger into her, feeling her slick pussy suck on his finger.

"Mmmmm yessss..." she writhed against his finger. He used his other hand to hold her down on the desk, not in an ungentle manner. Anna bit her lip and kept trying any way.

After a bit of finger fucking her in this manner he pulled out and leaned towards her head, placing his fingers near her mouth. She greedily started sucking them and making small whimpering noises while he watched.

"You like the taste of Toby's cum on my fingers?" She grunted in acknowledgement "you are such a little slut... I should just use you... fuck your tight little asshole, fuck you like the cum dumpster you are... you'd like that wouldn't you?" 

Anna moaned in response, pressing her ass back against his cock and crotch. "God yes... please... use me Sir; do what you want to your slut... I'll do anything."

Jason's cock was now resting in the valley between her cheeks due to her movements so he let it ride there as he placed his hands on either side of her succulent hips. He started to slide himself across her asshole, his balls playing across her pussy and ass.

"Oh god yes... please just fuck me Sir... fuck me now... I want to feel you inside meeeee!" she begged him, a new experience but a very pleasant one he decided.

Jason stopped, then with one hand guiding his cock pressed the tip against her pussy hole. She was indeed almost totally bald, the smooth skin both hot and tingly against his penis. She tried to back up against him, drive him into her but he pinned her to the desk as before but more forcefully this time. He was in control and he wanted her to know it.

"Tell me what you want.'

"Mmm god I want you to fuck me!"

"Is that all? You just want me to fuck you and be done with it?"

"Noo... no... I want you to use me; I want to be your fuck toy..."

"Good girl." He worked his cock in about a third of the way; her tight pussy was amazingly hot and slick. Anna moaned.

"Will you do anything I ask you to?"

"Yessss... "

"Anything?"

"Yess anything you ask me to Sir... I promise... I'll be good."

"You have such a beautiful asshole... I wonder what it would feel like to bury myself balls deep inside your ass... fuck you so you couldn't walk the next day..."

"Anything Sir, fuck me any way you want... use this whore..."

He slide in a little over halfway... her knees trembled some, her hands still holding her ass apart for him pulled tighter, white dimples around each of her fingers. She turned her head so her right cheek was on his desktop and breathed heavily against the polished surface.

"Very good girl..." he murmured.

Jason really didn't know what else to say, he was working in uncharted territory as far as he was concerned. Things seem to be coming naturally to him though and he was thoroughly enjoying it. 

"What if I were to bring over some friends and have you service them all right in front of me?"

Anna almost came; surprising the hell out of Jason... he certainly didn't expect the reaction he got.

"OhmygodYESS... anything... I'm your little cum slut! I'll do anything you want Sir! JUST FUCK ME NOW!"

With that he pressed forward all the way, sliding his cock deep inside her in one hard, solid motion. Anna gasped and almost pulled away, except he still had her pinned to the desktop. She was so tight and wet it was amazing; he had to pause so as not to just cum right then. Anna whimpered some and tried to fuck herself on him again.

Jason moved both hands to her waist and started to stroke her long, hard and deep. He watched his cock sluice in and out of her well fucked pussy, lubed with her juices and Toby's cum. 

"You cunt is full of cum, you little fucking whore... you come to me with a pussy already full?" In reality I turned him on to no end, something she could not possibly miss.

"Mmmm I can get more for you Sir if you like, what ever you like..." she said between thrusts "oh fuck yeah... fuck me Sir, ride my cunt! I'll fuck half the office and then let you take me if you want Sir!"

A thin mixture of her pussy juice and cum was slicking up Jason' balls and getting on his pants. He found that he really didn't care all that much at the moment. He continued to stroke her long and deep, she arched her back and, letting go of her ass, placed her elbows beneath her to give her more support, her tits pressed together against her forearms. 

The idea that he was fucking a girl nearly half his age who still had a pussy full of another man's cum was turning him on an amazing amount. He loved the dirty feel of it.

For a bit they fucked in relative silence with just the squelching noise of her pussy and their mingled breathing the only sound heard. She lifted her ass a bit higher, better positioning his cock in her petite frame, nearly being lifted off her toes with each eager thrust he delivered.

Jason slid his right hand free form her hips and ran his thumb lightly across her exposed asshole. He wiped some of her lube with his thumb from her crack and started to work it into her asshole, all the while still stroking her. When he had his thumb in up to the knuckle her tempo changed.

"I'm cumming..." she whispered to no one in general. Her pussy was wracked by a series of spasms, each more powerful than the last gripping Jason like a vise. Her breathing came in short gasps as her lips parted and her back arched against him again. Jason kept stroking at the same speed, though now he pulled her against him harder, using her like a fuck toy. 

"Ohmygod...ohmygod...uuuuUUUUUUUNNNNHHHhhhh" her climax wracked her body in a long shuddering trill. Her sexy little frame relaxed slowly, finally.

Jason wanted his. He grabbed her by the hair with his right hand, still keeping a grip on her waist with his left. He lifted her head sharply back and forced her back into an arch again.

"I'm not done yet. Don't you dare stop until I finish." He grunted.

"Mmm yesss...." She licked her lips, her eyes half closed in ecstasy "fuck my pussy Sir I want to feel your cum inside me!"

He felt his balls tighten as he rode her that way, each thrust into her bringing him closer to the brink.

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna fuckin cum inside you, you fucking whore" he said through clenched teeth, his balls almost painfully tight.

"Oh god yes... please Sir... please... uuuhnnn..." she groaned as she felt him let loose inside her at last.

Jason pumped hot jet after hot jet of cum deep inside her. With each thrust he came more, filling her. Cum worked its way out on his cock, dribbling down her pussy and coating the insides of her thighs. Yet still he kept thrusting, savoring the sensory overload. At last he let go of her head and slowed down... just loosely stroking, then finally stopping and bending over her back. He was exhausted.

"Mmmmmm you like?" she said coyly.

He righted himself, noting the smooth lavender scent of her skin before standing, and slowly pulled his still hard dick out of her. Her pussy was sopping with cum and juices, smeared up to her ass and down on her thighs... it was beautiful.

"You like to look don't you?" she said as she wiggled and exhibited her ass to him some more, still bent over.

"At you? Yes... very much so Anna." He admitted. He had always liked looking at her... he certainly never though he'd be looking at her this closely though.

"Now what?" he ventured. It's all fun and games until someone looses a job, his hormones now satiated and rational thought returning.

"Well... first " she turned around and looked up at him with adoring eyes "you need to sit down." She pushed him gently into one of his guest chairs. "and I need to clean you up Mr. Stanton."

Anna kneeled once more before him and gently, softly started to lick and suck his cock clean of their mingled juices. 

"Mmmmm that is one of the best parts..." she added softly. Once his cock was clean, though still fairly hard, she gently sucked his balls one by one, cleaning them off as well. Jason simply leaned back with his eyes closed and enjoyed.

"There, that's better." She stood then, satisfied with her work. His cock slowly relaxed, though he didn't bother to return it to his pants yet.

Anna shimmied her dress back down covering herself, then shrugged back into the top. "Hmm ... where... did... ah!" she plucked a slinky black thong from the floor on the other side of the desk, adding sheepishly "Toby enjoys being a bit... umm... enthusiastic about the disrobing part."

"With you to disrobe it's no wonder why." He looked at her as she slid on her thong over one foot then the other, then up under her dress. "You should wear thongs every day. I like them."

She beamed at him "Yes Sir. So I am not fired I take it?" 

"No..." laughed Jason "though you should be." He added.

"Understood Sir."

He watched her strap on her footwear. When she was done she looked at him again, this time more seriously.

"I'm sorry we used our office Mr. Stanton. But the truth is I was pretending it was you in the first place. Toby is fun, but he is not... well you." She giggled a bit.

"We will talk about that another time. I think as long as you obey and keep up with your work we can figure this out." He smiled at her, then stood, zipping up in the process.

Jason took her by the shoulders and slowly, deliberately, gently, kissed Anna, a kiss she greedily returned. 

"Mmmm I think you are right Sir." She turned and started towards the door, her ass swaying underneath her dress.

"Oh, and Anna?"

"Yes?" She half turned once more at the door.

"I wasn't kidding about sharing you with other people."

"I wasn't kidding when I said I would love to be shared. See you Monday Sir." She winked, and then walked out the door; her heels could be heard clicking down the hall long after he lost sight of her.


"Monday indeed." Murmured Jason. His cock starting to get had again just at the thought. 

He still needed to send out that damn file.



Anna



I've never attempted something like this. I have been reading the stories on this site for a while now and think it's about time I give it a go. Any feedback would be appreciated.

During my childhood, we lived in a nice village that formed part of a suburb in a large city. It was what you might call middle class. Nice houses but nothing too fancy and lots of other kids around to play with. We all had bikes and computers and were always round at each other's house playing during the holidays and at the weekend. All the kid's mums sort of instinctively looked after all the kids and we didn't think anything of staying for lunch or dinner on the spur of the moment. There was a group of about 5 of us boys within a couple of streets who were all the same age and played together regularly. All the events in this story happened after we had all turned 18.

One kid had a really beautiful mother...blonde hair and a pretty face. Her name was Rachel and she was Paul's mum. Rachel became a topic of conversation when Paul wasn't around. James was probably the most sex obsessed out of all my friends. He would never shut up about her. James was probably my closest friend out of the group and I spent a lot of time with him. Often I would stay over at his house or him at mine and we were always getting lifts to school from each other's parents.

James' mother was like a second mother to me. Her name was Anna, not beautiful like Rachel but I liked her and always felt comfortable with her. I never really took any notice of her sexually. She was ok looking and her body was still a good shape after 2 kids (James had a little brother call Ben). I never really thought anything of seeing her in the mornings in her dressing gown and thinking back I don't think I ever looked at her in a sexual way until one day when James gave her a playful smack on the arse whilst she was talking on the telephone. I can still see it now. Her whole arse moved. It didn't wobble. It just moved and as he took his hand away I stared at the black denim covering both arse cheeks as she stood talking. I think he probably smacked it about three or four times as he was walking past and she didn't say anything. I thought nothing of it but I had an image imprinted on my 18 year old brain.

Later that night, or sometime soon after, I was in bed at home masturbating and my thoughts turned to Anna and her black denim arse. It was almost as if I couldn't stop myself thinking about it. Fuck me this was wrong. Rachel yes, I'd thought about her many times but not Anna. Sure enough, however hard I tried, that arse wouldn't let go and I brought myself off thinking about how it moved and how good it looked. It was bigger than girls my own age and I had never fancied anything that shape before, just a nice round arse. I didn't even imagine it naked, or being fucked....it was just enough to think about it. I didn't fancy Anna and I could never admit this to anyone else. This was private and that made it even more appealing. No one could ever guess.

After that, I always looked at Anna differently. It was almost as if that first wank thinking about her opened the floodgates. The next time I saw here was a disappointment. Anna looked the same as she always had, as in only ok looking and I had to ask myself what I saw in her. I couldn't help myself though. From then on I was always stealing glances at her. I didn't focus on the face but the body became something of an obsession. In the morning before lifts to college, she would be busy round the house in her dressing gown. It was a thin material held closed with a belt. It stopped at the knee and the top half would often work its way open to reveal slightly more cleavage. Before the smacked arse moment, I had never paid any mind to it but now I was taking mental notes of every detail. 

Her body was rounded and typical of a woman in her mid thirties who has had a couple of kids. Some days her nipples would show through the material and whenever she bent over I would check out the legs and arse. Her legs were not long and slim like the girls at college but they were attractive in a different way. I can't say I was over impressed but something just drew me to her and I couldn't get her out of my head when I wanked at night. I would never even dream of touching her, but just enjoyed thinking about her body. 

I went round one Monday morning for a lift and Anna answered the door looking surprised. 

"They've gone," she said. "They had to leave early and didn't know you were going in with them." By this she meant that James had left with his dad. 

"Let me just go and call Rachel, see if they have got to hers yet". 

"Rachel I thought. Hmmm." I was programmed to think "hmmm" whenever she got a mention. 

I followed Anna into the house and sat down whilst she made the call. I was watching TV and not really listening to the call going on in the other room. Anna came back in and stood before me, completely oblivious to the fact my eyes were running over the whole of her body. 

"You've missed them" she said. "They left Paul's about 2 minutes ago." 

She was standing with her legs slightly apart and I was feeling aroused by her very presence. I was lost in my little daydream and didn't really hear the bad news but mumbled some sort of "OK". I was more concerned with taking mental pictures of this body so I could knock one out later. 

"I'll go and wait for a bus" I said, "Not to worry."

She stepped back and I bent forward to stand up off the couch. Then it happened. That dink sound muffled by fabric. The button on my trousers pinged. 

"What was that?" she asked. 

"Oh" I said, "The button has just come off. It's been loose for a while." 

Anna went straight into "mum" mode and rushed off to get her sewing basket. I was holding my trousers up and she was coming back with the basket. Within no time Anna had the needle threaded and was bending over in front of me to pick up the button. 

My cock twitched. I looked somewhere else away from her arse, the last thing I needed now was a hard on. She knelt before me with the button and the needle and said "Hold steady." 

Then James' mother opened the flies on my trousers and started to sew the button back on. I was looking down on her and couldn't help notice the cleavage showing from my line of sight. Her tits looked really big. One hand was pressing against me to push the material of the trousers out so she could get to thread the needle. 

"It might be better if you take them off" she smiled. 

I felt embarrassed and didn't answer. She sensed my discomfort and just carried on. The back of her hand kept pressing against me as she kept inserting the needle. When I say pressing against me, it was actually against my cock. My cock was starting to grow. In fact, it was getting hard and like any 18 year old lad. Just when you don't want it to, it gets even harder. 

Anna noticed but politely carried on. I tried to adjust myself slightly hoping not to make things worse but relieve the strain. 

"Are you ok?" she asked. 

"Erm...sorry," was all I could murmur trying to hide my embarrassment. 

"Don't be ashamed" Anna reassured, glancing up at me. I looked away and she carried on but it got harder and the strain grew in my trousers. 

"Let me adjust you" she suggested lowering my zip further and tugging on my trousers and boxer shorts to give me some room. As she did this, my naked cock sprang out. It was sticking straight out about six inches away from the side of her face. Oh shit was all I could think but time seemed to stop. She stopped and stared. 

"Oh, my" was all I heard her say. 

Then, together in perfect coordination, I turned a few degrees to point my swollen cock at her and she turned her head in its direction. We sort of both swivelled to a point where her face was directly in front of my cock head. Time was seemingly frozen. 

I don't remember thinking or doing anything. What I do remember is her mouth opening, her tongue licking her lips slightly and her head moving forward the last remaining few inches that separated us. Her eyes were staring at my cock head and she moved her lips over it. Her mouth opened wider and her lips slipped over the whole shaft and kept on slipping until my six inches of hard cock were buried completely in her mouth. It felt so warm but I was too shocked to realise what was happening. I didn't thrust and for a moment just stood their frozen to the spot with my cock in her mouth. I don't remember her licking it or sliding her lips along it like I had seen in the few porn films we lads had gained access to. She just sort of held it in her mouth and sucked. 

Within a few seconds, as if from nowhere, I came and shot my load. She held her sucking position and swallowed it all. As she was doing this, my attention was drawn to her body. The one I had been secretly fantasizing about for a while now. I tried to take in the sight to make more mental notes. The curve of her arse resting on her ankles as she knelt before me looked really nice. Her nipples were hard and were sticking through the fabric. I wanted to touch them and as an inexperienced lad who five minutes earlier would never have dreamed of touching them, I instinctively felt that Anna sucking my cock and swallowing my cum was some sort of permission or green light to giving the puppies a little squeeze. Sliding her mouth off my cock, she stood up and smiled. She put a finger to her mouth to signal me to keep quiet. 

"Our little secret!" she whispered and licked her lips lightly. I reached out to touch her right tit, but she grabbed my arm. "What are you doing?" The surprise in her voice was clear. I kept trying to touch her but then she just hugged me to stop her. 

"Sometimes things happen on the spur of the moment, lets not get too carried away". The calmness in her voice was familiar and reassuring. I tried to pull away from her embrace but she held on knowing that the only safe distance was right up close where I couldn't touch her. I moved my arms round her and hugged her. Her body was a lovely size and shape and felt warm and soft. I could feel my cock touching the material on her dressing gown and this made it go hard. I tried to press it against her at the same time as hugging her but she released me and stepped back. She straightened her gown and adjusted it to cover her cleavage. 

"Ben is asleep upstairs. He could walk down at any moment. You are going to be late for college."

Within 5 minutes I was out on the street and on my way to the bus stop. No lift that morning but on the plus side, the mother of my friend who I had been secretly lusting after had just fixed the button on my trousers and sucked my cock. I hadn't fucked her but over the next day or so, reflecting on what happened, fucking Anna pretty much became my main goal in life.



Anna



My name is Anna and I teach third grade in a local elementary school. I love my job and working with young kids is so rewarding. I am a single 24-year-old woman with a slim figure and a head of brunet hair that reaches halfway down my back. I am 5'6" tall and have been blessed with all the right curves I all the right places capped off with a 34 DD chest. I am not being egocentric when I say that I am an attractive well-built woman.

I say all this because I want you to know that the fact that I am still single is my choice as is the lifestyle I choose to lead. Granted, if the school administration was aware of half the things I have done, let's just say I would not be teaching school anymore. So my private life only happens out of town in a large city a couple of hours away.

When the time is right and I need to become my other self, I pack up the car after classes on Friday and drive to the city. I manage to find a hotel that will suit my purpose and I spend Friday and Saturday night satisfying my urges. I realized early on that my urges would not be the kind that would lead to marriage and all that and for now, I am ok with that.

I think I was still in high school when it became clear to me that I was a bit different from the other girls. I learned that not only did I like sex but also I loved it when it was dirty kinky nasty sex. I was bored when this guy I was dating finally fucked me in the backseat of his car one night. He was ok, he had a nice cock and everything but it wasn't enough. The second guy to fuck me was at a picnic he and I were behind the garage as the picnic was going on. He was plunging his cock in my pussy when I looked up to see another guy I knew standing there and watching. My level of excitement jumped and I waved him over and pointed to my mouth. He took the hint and fed me his cock and that put me over the edge and I came all over the first guys cock, my cunt squeezing him as I came and he erupted at the same time. The other guy was cuming as well; I guess being in my mouth while I was being fucked was too much for him.

And so I learned that I loved sex when it was different. Later that summer those two guys and two more of their friends invited me to a cabin they had in the mountains for the weekend. That's when I knew that in addition to liking hot crazy kinky sex, I was a complete slut. That weekend those four guys used me early and often. I lost my anal virginity on Friday night and for the rest of the weekend had all three holes filled most of the time.

It was more of the same and by the time I graduated and got this job I was going out of my way to find situations that made sex dirty and slutty for me. That's why I was headed into the city; I am trying to find the smut and dirt I want. I went straight to my hotel, a bottom feeder on a chain of national motels. But it was close to the area I wanted to be in and if I wanted to be sure to hide in the city these were the kind of places no one would ever expect to see Miss Anna, third grade teacher in.

I checked in and gave the guy $100 for two nights and he gave me a key. When he asked if I wanted the remote for the TV, I almost laughed but just shook my head no. I went to the room to change and was immediately wet, the room was a dive, just what I was looking for. I stripped out of the Miss Anna clothes and kind of got a shower, the towels were so thin toilet paper would have dried me better. I wasn't here for the comfort so I opened the small bag I had brought and laid out my slut clothes. 

First I did the hair and make up thing. I teased my hair and let it hang in down my back. My make up was what you would expect to see on a common street whore, which really would have been a step up for me this weekend. I was shooting for pure unadulterated slut. I wanted every guy who saw me to know I could be fucked as easy as blinking an eye. With the short skirt and white mesh tank top, I was a slutty cock-sucking cunt looking for cock by the time I left motel hell.

I had a goal, a bar I had passed a week ago on my way out. Looked like just the place for me and it was close to eleven now, should be roaring the way I like it. I strolled through the door and the smoke and the smell got me right away and it was all I could do to not rub my cunt. This was the perfect place for me. I sidled up to the bar and planted my ass on the stool next to a mid thirties guy who was trying to drink away his week. He looked at me and said.

"Joe, you?"

It was a big an introduction as you're likely to get in a dive like this so I just said.

"Anna."

The bartender came by and I ordered a draft; come on you weren't expecting me to ask for a cosmopolitan here were you? I chugged the first one down and banged the mug on the bar to get the bartenders attention for another. When he grabbed my glass I pointed to Joe's and nodded. He brought us both a new beer on me. Joe just looked at me and nodded. I guess I would have to work him some he wasn't going to help me.

"Joe you wanna fuck?"

I said without whispering. He just nodded and I said men's or ladies. We went to the men's room. Without much preamble or warm up he had me kneel on the floor and pulled my skirt over my ass exposing my naked cunt and asshole. He stuck his cock in me a couple of time before taking it out and turning around peeing in the urinal. As he turned back some of his pee managed to land on me. He then stuck his cock in my cunt and started to pound away. He used his hands to free my tits and then did his best to abuse them and thrill me. I guess no one in the bar that night was stupid and before Joe could unload there were two more guys in the men's room with their cocks in their hands.

I waited for Joe to dump his load and then waved one of the guys to my head and pointed to my backside for the other guy. Well the guy who came to my head also had to pee first but he missed the urinal and peed all over the floor. As he moved to put his cock in my mouth he let loose a last stream of piss that went right into my mouth and was pushed down my throat by his hard cock. I was enjoying sucking this foul tasting cock when the guy behind me speared his cock in my ass. I was not expecting that yet, so I opened my mouth, forgetting it was full of man meat and enabled that cock to ram down my throat.

Well he came soon and filled my belly with his cum and as he withdrew yet another man took his place. This guy made no move to use the urinal and just peed on my head. Then stuck his cock in my mouth and finished peeing while I was sucking. God this was starting to be a great night. This went on for a while until everyone in the bar had his fun, if I had to guess I took about twenty five cocks in my various holes that night, maybe some of the guys more then once I was not paying attention. All I knew was I could taste all the cum I swallowed, I could feel cum oozing out of my ass and pussy and when I stood up at the end of the night, gobs of cum dropped on to the piss laden floor. Every guy that night pissed on me somewhere, and wit all the piss on the floor I was kneeling or lying in it al night. As I walked back to the motel that night, my clothes hair and shoes were all drenched in urine. I had another orgasm while I walked just knowing I had a great beginning to the weekend. And I still had Saturday night to look forward to. 

As I neared the motel heel, three of the guys from the bar stepped up beside me and followed me right into the room. Once again no pretenses, I tossed my piss-covered cloths and shoes to the floor and lay on the bed with my legs spread. No words were spoken they just pulled their cocks out and used me some more. Together they fucked my pussy, my ass and my face for a couple of hours. I didn't even know when they had left I was too busy enjoying the magnificent orgasms I was having over and over again. 

I woke Saturday morning with cum on my face, between my legs and all over my ass, the shades were open I was naked and there were a couple of guys staring at me. I got up and went to the door opened it and said.

"The guy that gets me coffee can fuck my ass, you others can come and in and heat up my pussy."

The black guy in the back took off for the coffee I hoped and the other three followed my naked ass into the room. Okay guys who wants me first I said, as I once again lay on the bed with my legs akimbo.

The first guy to jump my bones slid his hard cock into my dirty well-used cunt and pumped away. His cock was a good size and for the first cock of the day he felt pretty good and my body started to heat up. I was just getting into it when one of the other guys puts this fat brown cock against my lips. I opened quickly and did my best to swallow that guys entire package balls and all. His cock was bumping into the back of my throat, not long enough to open my throat this morning and his balls were hitting my chin so I pushed my tongue out under the guys cock and licked his balls as he pummeled my mouth. 

The guy in my pussy had done a great job of getting me started before he dumped his load in me and the third guy climbed right on. Who trained these guys, they were great. The guy in my cunt was moving his cock in such a way that I was about ready to blow so I pulled the cock from my mouth to let out a few 'oh my gods' as my first orgasm of the day hits me square in the eyes. As my breathing came back to normal I took the cock back in my mouth and the sucked him in tune with the pounding my pussy was getting form guy number three.

Just then the black guy returns with my coffee and I hold out my hand for it and the cock in my mouth deposits a load of creamy white cum. I ripped the lid off the coffee and spit the cum into it and said.

"Should have told you I like cream in my coffee."

I took a sip or two while the guy finished spewing another load my cunt then I took a few minutes put the cum flavored caffeine in my system. By the time I had finished everyone but coffee man was gone.

"Where'd all my cocks go?"

"Easy sister you have me and I think you'll find my cock will treat you right, now you did promise me your ass I believe?"

I rolled over and pushed my ass up for his use and awaited my first ass fuck of the day. I felt the tip of his cock pushing its way in me and was quickly aware that this was no ordinary cock. I don't know how much he had in me when I realized I had a keeper here, he was thick and long, you usually don't find those and as he split my ass open the pain sent my face to the sheets where I screamed over and over into the piss soaked mattress.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck my ass you bastard fuck it hard"

He plowed that huge slab of meat in me and must have created a new channel. He went on forever and I came three times before he pulled that half cow from my ass and shot a gallon of cum on my back.

"Your pussy ready for a ride slut?"

I nodded and rolled over and spread my legs, I wanted to see the monster that could make me a slave. As he pounded into me again and again I saw stars and lightning all over the room as my body continued to release and shudder it went on forever and my pussy was actually getting sore when I felt his cock jerk inside me and another large deposit erupted from him.

I passed out and woke later that day, someone had locked the door and closed the shades. I got up and felt how well my pussy and ass had been used last night and today. I smiled when I realized I had another night and morning to enjoy yet. I looked over and saw a note on the desk. I ripped it open and read.

"Slut, I see you are the type of girl who likes it dirty and nasty. As much as I enjoyed your ass and pussy today I think you'll enjoy 'Red's Place" over on second avenue. Show up about eleven and I will set you up."

It was signed coffee man! Wow. I debated about showering, I had a nice build up of piss and cum all over me; my hair looked like it had been bushwhacked. In the end I decided to start fresh and took a shower. Once I found a way to dry off, I took out the Saturday night slut clothes, Fridays would need some serious cleaning before I used them again, oh and I would use them again.

I showed up at the appointed bar and the appointed time in a black micro skirt and a transparent blouse. Yes I was for all intents and purposes naked. Coffee man met me a few feet inside and asked me.

"You want a drink first or do you just want hard cock?"

"Start me with cock and bring me a drink every now and again."

He led me to the back of the joint and into the men's room. This room was different from most of them. It had four hooks in the floor or more like hoops and some matching ones above in the ceiling. Coffee man took my clothes off, no big job there and had me stand under a couple of the rings. He strapped on wrist cuffs, leather about three inches wide to help me take being suspended. He had both on in a few minutes and he looped the ends through the hoops in the ceiling. He pulled my arms up till only the tips of my toes touched the floor. Looked like I wasn't going to taste any cock in there -- boy was I wrong.

It wasn't a minute later that they rolled in a platform that came right to my shoulders. A man on that platform would easily put his cock in my mouth and fuck it. Once that was in place a group of men came in maybe about 30 or so. One by one they climbed the platform and took out their cocks and pissed down on me. Needless to say a lot of urine ended up in my mouth, my hair was drenched and my entire body was covered in piss. While this only happened at the beginning for the rest of the night anyone coming in could piss on me at any time.

The cocks came after the shower and they were many. I usually had two at a time one in my ass and another in my cunt. While I had a god number in my mouth for the most part my cunt and ass took it all leaving me the ability to curse, swear and moan, as orgasms rolled off me like raindrops in a hurricane.

Sometime towards what I think was the end of the night, coffee man and his almost twin came in and waited till both my holes were free. Well free is a strange term because cum was just falling out of both holes; there was a puddle of white cum at my feet. Once both of my holes were available they tool their two record size cocks and at the same time rammed them in me. My cunt was pierced and so was my ass, my mouth was free so my screams echoed off the walls and only encouraged these two with their horse cocks to pillage my holes. It was like I had not orgasmed in a month when the action got me going. I just started shaking and trembling all over and it went on and on as long as they were both fucking me. But like all good things it eventually ends and with a double whammy of cum filling me up they withdrew.

I told coffee man that I was done in, that my pussy and ass were beat and I need to get off my wrists. They said that was fine that the men were more then pleased, that I had lasted longer then anyone. When they released me they pushed me to the floor and coffee man said.

"Before we can let you go, you need to lick up all that cum you left here. We can't have the health department close us down. So I laid flat on the floor and licked up all the cum and continued till I was done. Well it wasn't just cum, there was a lot of pee too, but I did not discriminate I licked the bathroom floor as clean as I could.

When I was done coffee man asked me if I needed my clothes to get to the hotel. I told him that if he escorted me it would be ok to do without. So coffee man and I walked twelve blocks to my hotel. I was stark naked with cum dripping from my ass and cunt and my hair was wet with piss and my face was covered from laying on the bathroom floor licking up all the cum.

I wasn't ready for another cock now, I was beat and coffee man respected my wishes. In fact on Sunday when I woke I was still too sore to look for more cock, I guess I overdid it this weekend so I headed home.

By Monday morning I was Miss Anna again in the classroom with the kids and no one would ever know what I had done, how low I would sink to find that elusive orgasm. On Tuesday night we had a parent-teacher evening where I met the kids parents for the first time this year. It was uneventful till the very end when a very attractive black couple came in and introduced themselves and one of my nest kids parents. I kept my cool but the father was coffee man from the city.

I was concerned that he would rat me out but then realized that he was probably a bit more concerned about his marriage then I was about my job. When his wife was busy on the other side of the room I went up to a man I now knew as Andrew and said.

"Well Andrew I think that this weekend I want to be in the bathroom with your wife, that's where you met her isn't it?"

He nodded and smiled and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee!



Anna



For the reader: Currently only 2 chapters in this, but more could follow.

Anna didn't have any special plans for her birthday. She was a teaching substitute and celebrated her summer holidays with her son Malcolm. As most mothers were considered within the holy trinity of youth to be major sources of irritation, this did not bode well for 19 year old Malcolm one bit. 

For a start, she was the kind of vibrant mother who liked to interfere at every opportunity, often acting like a teenager herself. If anything, she was more of a kid than he was, like something out of 5th grade. She was a tiny thing too, about 5'1, compared to his 6'0. Malcolm was a nerd but he was considered a bit of a hunk by a lot of girls and mums. Even his French teacher, Lucille, strayed off a few notes when speaking in her native tongue during class if her eye ever wandered to close to his. He had some sort of eclipse effort on women. His mother, who was very playful, was a different beast altogether.

'You're kind of like Sally.' He told Anna.

'Why is that?' Mum mused doing the crawly spider at the back of Malcolm's thick sensitive neck with her spindly pixie fingers. He could feel her nails against the fibres of his hair and it always made him lurch back. But her fingers were really cute and small; about twice as small as his. He had seen her barely get her hands around a cucumber or a hotdog, but she really knew how to cling on. 

'Well... Sally has got short brunette hair that falls down just below her chin just like you.' He explained.

Malcolm was a bright boy, always good with detail and eye contact. She liked that quality in him because sometimes she could see his dead father in him. Nathan's eyes were nothing special, but the way he would use them was; Malcolm made Anna feel the same way. If he was in the mood they would plant themselves down adjacent to one another and stare until someone blinked. It was a fun and silly game but Anna had to admit a little intimate as well because Malcolm wouldn't play it with anyone else. She thought that was sweet of him; to have such exclusive a connection. 

'How else is Sally like me?' She badgered.

'Well ok she's much taller, but has the same cheeky smile, same white perky blouse with first two top buttons undone.' He went on. 'I would love to see her standing over you.' He added.

'I bet you would!' She said giving the air in front of his face a playful bite

Anna dipped her face low and tilted it in a two 'o' clock position in front of her son. She was decidedly frisky today. Probably as a result of that tub of ice cream she had for breakfast – that always topped up her hormones. Unfortunately, her son was going to suffer the consequences. It was double bad news as she was normally quite the active tomboy. Whenever the opportunity to physically harass Malcolm presented itself she would make the most of it. Holding back wasn't in her vocabulary. If he was to run into her along a corridor or enclosed space, he would just wait for the slap on the ass, the collision of hips; all what she called buddy taps. She always said it after a bum slap. She liked those. If his back was turned to her, he would never fail to get one. At the tail end of the slap her nails would often trail along his ass. If he called her a pervert she would just say something like 'maybe' – it wouldn't stop her. In fact highlighting an annoyance would only heighten it. Make her slap his ass and then leave her hand on his ass for a while as she was talking to him about one thing or another. 

She looked at his dimensions; he was much wider than her and she sensed his awesome power by stroking the biceps of an arm pitched like a tent rod behind him.

'My, you are a stud!' She professed excitedly.

He groaned. Malcolm especially disliked compliments from his mum. What exactly was he supposed to do with them anyway? It's not like being nice to his mother was cool. He understood she was trying to be his buddy and she looked young and wore a school uniform of sorts; her own preference, but it was basically, a tight white blouse, a micro skirt and small white transparent ankle socks made of nylon. The micro skirt was daring, but he let himself ignore it for as long as he could. It simply rode right up to top of her smooth dolphin-backed thighs. Don't look! He warned his eyes. It's not like he would turn to stone if he did, but something else might sure as hell happen that would be inconvenient for the both of them. 

Stuff it!

They were his mother's legs but he just had to have a browse. There was so much of it from ankle to upper thigh it was exquisitely laid out before him, almost as if she was selling herself. She did it deliberately, just to show she was young and fertile and easy. He really hated trying to second guess her.. He did once force himself to experiment; to look at her legs for more than a second. What he learned was that they were smooth like Sally's but more sleek and creamy looking, and telepathically inviting his hands to give them a good grope. He had that groping inclination usually on public transport if he saw a passenger with the kind of tits, ass or leg that had imaginary text written over them saying 'squeeze me'. Fortunately, he was lucky that even complete strangers were happy to present themselves to him if he ever wanted a good public grope session. He'd rubbed his bulge against one married pregnant woman on a train carriage once and she felt his dick alright but didn't say anything. She just stood holding onto a pole and reading her chick flick trying to act normal. That went on for 12 stops. He remembered thinking that was better than having sex. 

He wondered if anyone had ever groped his mother on a train. She had a nice body for a pixie, and she loved showing it off. As her son was her main audience he got to see a lot of flesh without getting to see the bits he didn't want to; like the tits, pussy and ass. Even the cleavage (and she had deep cleavage) was too much visually. But when he was cornered with no escape, like now, then he was almost forced to face his fears. 

Looking up and down her limbs he felt something tugging the back of his brain as if a hook was connected to a string in her hand. He had seen female artwork in comics that resembled his mums finely angled vertical slopes. Her thighs especially were out of bounds in his mind. He did not want to think such words like 'hot' and 'amazing' in the context of his mother but it was hard not to.

'So, what makes me different from Sally?' Mum asked assuming a monks meditative position. 

'Look, is this about the cake? I'll buy you a cake, just leave me alone.' He said disgruntled; partially feeling the taste of silver and liquid lust in his saliva. Normally such a taste only developed when he was looking at porn; not the kind of thing he would want to associate his mother with. It was very specifically clear that the two mediums had to be separated at all times; there was no way could mix without igniting. 

'No, I don't want a cake,' she began. 'I just want you baby.' She purred. Her eyes fluttering like a lovesick girl. She knew she was winding him up. The tactics never failed to work. Flirting was an old trick integrated into her armoury long ago. She knew which buttons to push but preferred to push the ones he did not want her to. She knew it was not motherly like to tease her son so much or to gain any pleasure from it but she just couldn't help herself. 

'Ok, I'm all yours.' He announced prodding her nose with his finger. She still looked pretty with a squashed nose. Her eyes were as wild as ice that not even fire could melt and untameable as the eye of Jupiter, but he knew how to weather her gathering storm. 

Today he woke up ready for battle. Nothing his mother tried would work, so she had to break new ground to stand a chance to defeat him. The number of times he had just folded under her flirtatious advances, just so she would quit, he had lost count. She was a performer and especially enjoyed humiliating him in front of his buddies.

The bed creaked as she closed the gap between them. Malcolm laughed and mimicked her action bringing them even closer still. 'So, how am I different from Sally?' She asked again.

'Well you sometimes leave your ankle socks on my bed.' He humoured. It was something she did often for fun, she knew he hated her tiny stretchy socks. She just wanted to know why. 

'What? These?' She said uncrossing her legs and resting one leg on his lap. Her feet were very pointy and curved and arched like a ballerina. It was not her normal stance but she had very fidgety feet and could be seen twirling them while lying on a sofa or her bed, or flexing them forwards so that they were pointing ahead. Malcolm stroked his mother's insanely smooth calf all the way to the hem of the ankle sock. His mother never once removed her stare, but smiled approvingly as he pulled the sock off by tugging at it from the toe end. He sniffed the motherly scented sock and Anna purred encouragingly. She really loved to play he thought to himself and she only ever wanted to play with him. Any kind of game would do, just as long as it meant she could spend time with him. Being in the house all day got really lonely on weekends and he was always the highlight. 

'How long can you keep this up mum?' He asked.

She really was getting under his skin; winning the war. At least in this one he knew where the WMD's were located; inside his balls. He wasn't sure what that meant, but his thoughts were becoming more and more off the beaten track. It looked like she had radiated some kind of mental scrambling technique to break off the signals that connected together to produce thoughts of any sense.

'What do you mean stud?' She lied, pretending to not have the foggiest idea of what he was implying. She could do this all day. It was after all her birthday and he was sweeter than any cake though she would confess she had not taken a bite out of, she reasoned that you could not get anything unless you asked first.

Malcolm gave her a playful slap. She accepted it and straightened her face; kept her stupid smile. Her teeth were nice and when they opened to reveal her pink tongue he thought he had seen it all. She poked it out at him. It was remarkably long as she demonstrated by licking the top of her nose then unfolding it so it ran an inch low beyond her chin. The sloppy 'slishy' sounds her mouth made whenever it opened, and her tongue created as it slid around inside, was very noisy; sticky, slimy sounds and one of her worst habits. She loved to make them near his ears because it was like torture to him. 

'You know, mummy can do a lot of things with her tongue.' She said with a baby voice.

He slapped her again.

'Oooo! Someone's getting upset.' She sensed. 

'No way!' He snapped.

'Why are you afraid to slap me properly?' She said offering one side of her face. 

Malcolm chose not to reply. They sat there in his room as the light appeared to dim. The sky outside was becoming grey. His mother looked on amused as he stroked the full length of her leg from the knee down. She responded to his touch by making an arc with the front of her foot so his hands could stop there. It was like a new pet of sorts; his mother's 'smooth as hell' leg. Maybe if he stroked it enough her mood would become dry and she would pack it in for the day. 

It was a Saturday and he had a lot of games to play on his console. If she ever threw out his console then he would show her a true slap he thought. No one messes with a guy's consoles, not even a mother. 

As he stroked her leg again, the sound of his fingers running along her hairless flesh was similarly like cloth wiping chalk off a blackboard, or like used sandpaper. 

She seemed quite receptive and amused that Malcolm had finally shown some interest in her. His hands were rough like her late husbands and they were big. She liked her son's rough hands better though; they seemed to hold her leg with an authority her late husband never showed. It was a nice birthday gift from her son even though he did not know it. 

She had applied the hair removing creams a day earlier. But not on her pussy; that was kept hairy. It was quite a bush but its not something she ever considered. Nathan used to shave her thatch when he was around, because he grew up in a family of women and they all had bald tacos. Sometimes they sat on the bathroom floor together, their robes open, just chatting away; shaving they're pussies together, like it was normal behaviour. They actually liked their brother to watch them because he was, with his father, in the minority, in a house that had one mother and 6 sisters.

Malcolm looked beyond her knee and gave her the crawly spider. Anna laughed and returned the favour; she gave him the wiggly worm at the back of his neck.

The crawly spider scurried up Anna's thigh reaching the hem of her skirt. 'Open sesame.' It requested tapping one of its legs like a ticker.

Anna obeyed and lifted up her skirt a few inches so the spider could crawl inside. It was dark and foreboding but his fingers were brave. Her actions were submissive and that was all the permission he needed. He ventured in and then she shut the doors like that, pressing his hand into her thigh.

'Naughty naughty spider!' She said in her baby voice.

Anna loved her role play just as much as her son. They were quite competitive but she didn't like to lose, and always tried to prove she was the better player which invariably she was. Whatever her mind could cook up was game. 

In fairness to her son, she expected him to give up when she placed her left leg on his lap, but here he was, defying all the odds and making her jump from known territory to unknown improvisational strategy. .

Malcolm had a strong grip on her ankle; he lifted up her foot towards his mouth and sniffed it.

Snifffff!! 

'Nice one!' She said giving him a high five. He was really trying to stay toe to toe with her, even though he was a SUV and she was a monster truck. It was another unexpected reply to her flirting strategy. She brushed her fingers along her son's cheeks like a mother that was proud. 

Sniffff!!

The scent that radiated from her was thick with motherly odour and made his brows leap. The sensation of her whiff drifting inside his nostrils was becoming. Her motherly odour permeated from every pore of her body and upon a second, deeper inhalation, she ran her fingers through the front of his hair.

'I don't really like this Sally.' She told him.

'She's just a friend.' He replied.

'Why don't I believe anything you say?' 

They stared into each others eyes as he sniffed her toes. She poked her big toe against his lips and he clamped it down gently with his teeth. He was such a sweet boy. She liked the feel of his bony calcium against her nail. 

'Substitute teacher.' He mocked. 

'Maybe I am, but I can still discipline you at home.' She retorted.

'I'd like to see you try.' He laughed.

'Just bend over my lap boy and I'll crack your ass with my bunny slippers. Wooo-Haaa!' She said demonstrating an imaginary ass slap.

He tossed her foot away from him. His growing disgust for her impressed her. He leaned forward with an angry face and Anna cocked forwards and pouted her lips, offering him a peaceful solution. She was running out of ways to goad him. He accepted her offer and pressed his lips on hers. It was a shared peck; something light and friendly. 

'Meh! What a rubbish kiss.' She yawned.

He pressed his nose against hers and gritted his teeth.

'Don't bug me!' He warned. Anna gave a horny humming sound from the back of her throat as she pressed into him.

'Oh you think you're such a stud, but your nothing. Nothing you hear!' She taunted; her lips so close to his, her intoxicating motherly breath wrapping around his teenage mouth. The power of which made his lips peel apart and his cheeks burn with lustful sensations. 

It was not possible to stand for this any longer.

He eased his pressure on her nose, took a short breath at the same time as her and then leaned his mouth in against hers so they could lock lips. Anna's eyes lit up in surprise for a second and she let out an internal gasp but then like a receding tide she loosened her lips and sat dumbfounded, though submissive to his inventive reaction. His lips were sweet and he must have been practising with his hand or teddy bear because the kiss was good. She hummed a deliciously stringed 'M' as she pulled away with her pouting lips now gleaming with her son's saliva. 

'OMFG!' She gulped. That was hot! If she was a gun, there would be smoke coming out of her mouth because something in his lips had fired off an explosive round. No hole at the back of her head fortunately but for a kiss like that, she might have accepted a bullet to the mouth. The fireworks he deposited in her were so unexpected she had to take a second to regain her senses. He watched as she pretended not to appear too giddy, but she was failing badly. This substitute teacher was out of her league. Malcolm was hot property around campus, not least with Sally, but the cheerleaders and bookworms. Everyone wanted a piece of him, and unconsciously, so did Anna. She always liked to remind him he was a stud but in that embarrassing motherly way. Sexual thoughts of him were never on her mind, not as she identified. As far as she was concerned, a mum's boy was her most precious love, someone who did not need to win her heart. 

No one would ever know him better and if they ever tried, a competitive side of her would emerge; an automated response to any threats; like Sally.

'Mum?' He said but she did not answer him. She was more impulsive than thoughtful, and was responding to him like an animal, waiting for him to move first.

He advanced forward and she leaned away teasingly but then slowed and migrated towards him again and invited him in to her; it didn't feel like family fun anymore that's for sure. At least not the kind she knew. But heck it felt good. She wasn't sure if it was supposed to activate her fireplace around her vagina but it did. Why would kissing her son make her feel so dizzy? Whatever it was she had to accept it and try and turn the tables. Somehow, the normally cynical and easily embarrassed son had adapted her flirting strategy and turned it against her and neither one of them was willing to back down.

She wondered if he even enjoyed applying those short kisses to his mother, or if it was strategy. Part of her did not want to feel he was using her, and that was a strange thought which just leapt ahead of the other more obvious ones. No woman wanted to be kissed by a robot. So, she reasoned that if her son was getting excited, it was only natural. 

'I hope you like it like that.' She smiled lightly kissing his chin, his cheeks and nose.

He looked a bit dazed and ashen faced. His body temperature was rising. As they lay tangled together, she put a hand to his forehead. Maternal love was always the first thing on her mind. 

'Baby?' She said with a concerned expression.

'I'm ok mum.' He said squeezing her soft calf. 

'Lie down.' He ordered.

'Yes daddy.' She obeyed, letting the cushy bed break her fall. She let her arms spill out. He liked being called Daddy.

'Who am I?' He asked with one hand to his ear.

'You're my daddy.' Mum obediently answered.

'Say it again.' He ordered.

'No.' Breathed Anna.

Malcolm smiled and looked up ahead on the wall. The clock read 4pm. Around this time they would usually be disturbed by someone. They lived in the Bible belt so normally evangelists or the watchtower folk would ring on the doorbell. Anna loved them all and always invited them in for tea.

'Hon, I know you want to get rid of me, but ain't no one gonna disturb us, BwaHaHaHa!' She laughed.




Anna



'Oh yeah?' He said tickling her ribs. She thrashed around in tears. 'AHaa Ha Ha Ha Haa Oh No!! Don't! Nuh! Ha! Ha Ha! Aah nuh, no Malcolm!! Ha Ha Ha! Ahh Oohh! Ohh my! Ohh my!

She placed her two feet on his chest and eased him away with great difficulty. He was relatively heavy for her small frame and made no effort to help her.

'Maybe you should cuff me to the bed daddy.' She suggested, as a possible solution. 

'But I want you to leave right?' He said stroking her calf's more forcefully than earlier. This in turn made her toes curl. She could feel the heat behind her ears gathering momentum, and a smell coming from her pussy. She was starting to get a bit wet but didn't really think about it as much as she acknowledged its presence. Adrenaline often tangled with hormones and she had almost forgotten she had any. 

He gave her sexy feet an affectionate squeeze.

'Actually come to think of it, I want to torture you for a while longer. Oh and by the way, I have some cuffs and a gag under my bed.' He laughed.

'No!!' She shouted defiantly, like a spoilt brat fed up of her parents and their dumb curfews.

'Now Now Anna, if you don't act like an adult how can you be expected to be treated like one?' He said with a deep voice that resembled his grandfather. 

'I hate you!' She shouted. 'I hate you! I hate you I hate you!'

His mothers toe wiggled playfully. It was about the size of the head of his shaft, but not as sensitive. He poked it with his finger a few times and each time his mother faked an 'Oww!' just for the sake of not knowing how else to react to such an inquisition. She always wanted him to massage her feet or at least stroke them or something because her feet seemed to symbolise something she could not quite explain. Like a knights family emblem on his shield or armour, his mother's emblem was her feet. There was no doubting their quality either. He had both of them in his hands, and she lay their looking somewhat silly, with her legs together aimed at his face, but something about him being over her like that gave him such a rush. 

He just had to be careful not to peel her legs open, otherwise he would know if she was wearing any knickers or not. Judging from all the flesh on display he had a bad feeling. When Anna was in such a good mood, any form of torture was possible. Even the very sight of her cunt, he suspected. He was certain she wouldn't, but then seem conflicted. It all depended on him and how he played the game. Since it was a family game, the rules had to imply that anyone of any age could participate; that's what family wrestling was about after all. It was all a bit of fun. No one could get hurt, and no one could accidentally end up seeing their mother's pussy on full display while she was still happily giggling away as if it was a great shock tactic that she had somehow pulled out of the back. 

'So, what's with the skirt anyway?' Malcolm asked. It was a relevant question considering that a regular mum just wouldn't walk around the house in a skirt that was so compromising. All it would take was for her to bend over slightly, and then both her arse cheeks would make an appearance.

She was laughing and giggling so much she was too tired to reply. She just lay there, her pouting chest heaving up and down and a permanent smile on her face; waiting for her son to do something. He was the comedian of the house and she just loved his jokes, even the ones that no one else laughed at. In many ways, he could do no wrong. 

They had wrestled before a few times but this one was the best. Malcolm brought his hands to her legs and began stroking upwards with his rough hands. First, up to her knees, which made her purr, then further beyond, into the forbidden realm of naked thigh.. He adopted the living creature theme and explored the sandy coloured landscape as the crawly spider. Then he changed to gliding Manta rays and Anna could not help but curl her toes in response.

They stopped as they reached the banks of her black mini skirt. They had reached an impasse. At this point no one was quite sure what to do next. Anna had stopped resisting a while ago and now she was cream-crackered as her continually heaving chest showed, it was up to Malcolm to figure out what loopholes existed in mother/son wrestling to allow them to have no boundaries. 

'Wrestle-mania: Unbound.' She said to herself. 

He stroked along the perimeter of her mini skirt until his fingers crept inside. Sensing his intentions Anna just purred like a kitty and squirmed like a snake. She shifted her lower body weight from left to right using her hips and allowing Malcolm's hands to move further up. 

.

He started to massage her upper thighs with his powerful hands; roaming up and down and up and up. The higher the better she was thinking but did not know why, or didn't want to know. He continued along until he found side strings of her panties. 

'Hmm, what's this?' He joked.

'BWaHaHa!! You wouldn't dare!' She mocked him. 

'Ok.' He replied.

The string was quite high, above the hips. He tugged at it gently and then with more confidence noticing Anna completely approved. When his hands came out, her panties followed. The way the cotton pulled away in a V shape was mesmerising. He never knew they were so small and skimpy. 

'Wow! You're a trooper! I'm marking you up.' She said lifting her legs slightly, helping him to remove her knickers completely. He also got a good look at his mother's snatch. 

She opened out her legs so that they stuck out and he was between them. Now Malcolm was in the middle and mummy was looking like a 'froggy'. Her skirt was up over her hairy pussy and Malcolm had to pause for a while just to take it in.

She didn't seem to be aware by her exposure as her attention was on his body.

She stroked his chest with the sole of her foot; made little circles around his nipples. Surely he was about to give up. 

When he removed his top she assumed it was because he was hot. She was too, but at least had some ventilation down below. Her skirt was so short it really didn't leave much to the imagination. Of her collection, he had not seen anything quite as kinky as this, nor did he want to admit it. The words 'kinky' and 'mum' just didn't go together. Not unless he wanted them too, in which case, his mind would begin to liquefy like salt on a slug. Such thoughts really injected a tickling sensation upstairs. The kind that made his raised eyebrows seem permanent and his junk expand at an exponential rate. 

'You are my man!' She cooed.

He took her toe in his mouth and sucked on it. Anna gasped. Unghh!

'That's right. Suck your mother's big bad horny toes.' She said in a daze, her aimless hands unbuttoning her blouse. Once it was open she yanked off her bra in one attempt. It flew out onto the windowsill.

Her perky motherly breasts wobbled like jelly. Whatever the game was, she was still very much in it, but now her son was in complete control. 

When he was naked and his 7 inch cock appeared on the scene her feet seemed to navigate towards it as if it held some tractor beam effect.

As soon as they clamped onto his dick he lost his mind. He had his hands on his head like an athlete that had missed an open goal. Anna lay naked before him, her legs in a diamond shape, her feet stroking the length of his shaft. She was delirious too, lust had overcome her senses. He couldn't wait to fuck her every hole. What did she expect? he thought. They way she irritated him all the time; mind fucked him; it was always going to end like this.

His clamped dick felt the full force of Anna's sliding toes. Her powerful legs were pistons, designed exactly for this kind of locomotion. 

Stroke! Stroke!

The way her shiny legs pumped, and her cute little dainty toes glided up and down from the base of his shaft to the sensitive head was remarkable. He could watch it all day long. The rate at which his foreskin was sheathing and unsheathing fluctuated. Anna did not want her son to cum too soon, so she watched his face to get a measure of where he was at with the intensity and followed the state of throbbing displayed by her sons hard as hell banana-shaped cock.

Stroke! Stroke!

She wondered how big it was. It certainly had great curve appeal. The helmet was quite large and not that pink like her late husbands. She could not wait to put it in her mouth. 

He put his lucky cap on the wrong way round and picked up his phone. Opening the camera application he took a few snaps. His mother squirmed and writhed and stroked his cock.

'I will say one thing in Sally's defence.'

'Yes, hon.'

'Her pussy is shaved.'

'Don't reject me.' Mum begged.

'I'm gonna shave your pussy ok.'

'ok.' Anna agreed with a low voice. She was so easy to please. 

'Malcolm?'

'Yes mum?'

'Are we still in role play?' She asked removing her feet from his cock. 

'Are you wimping out on me?'

She nodded 'no'. 

He opened her legs out until they were spread-eagled. He wasn't going to stop until he came. Whatever he wanted to do she was up for it. The sight if her pussy was mesmerising; the way her legs pumped up and down. Then there was a ring on the doorbell.

Ding Dong!!!

'Don't answer it.' He said. He hoped. But Anna stopped. Her moist feet separated from the walls of his column of rock.

'I concede defeat.' She said. 

'Ok.' Malcolm replied, himself feeling defeated and let down. This is what women did, he thought; build up your hopes and dreams only to shatter them. 

She put on her cute ankle socks and rumpled panties and disappeared out of his room in a flash. He lay there, dick up in the air, wondering what just happened.



Anna



"Hi, how are you doing? :)"

I looked non-plussed at the screen for a few seconds. I had only met her twice and the last time was almost two years back. Having just met her, the air between us had been thick with sexual tension. To a point where a friend of mine afterwards asked me "How I do it?" Couldn't tell him if I wanted to. Sometimes there is instant chemistry.

So I had thought about her plenty in the mean time. She was a knock-out. About 5 ft 5, fair skinned, black short cropped hair and blue eyes. But her tits were simply amazing. A friend of mine had fooled around with her once years earlier and later showed me a picture of her rack. That image was etched in memory. Slender, fit even, but not skinny. I don't like skinny. Her ass was pretty good too, but I hadn't really paid too much attention to it. Unjustified, but her tits simply stole the spotlight.

The cursor flashed beckoning at me.

"Just fine. Busy at work. U?" I wrote back.

Instantly she started to type back.

"Just wondering how you are. I see your face all around these days. You did real good on the news yesterday. Absolutely floored that jerk."

She was referring to my election campaign. The night before I was in a televised debate against this xenophobic bigot. Unpleasant political views aside he is a brilliant debater though. Cynical too. If he can win just a little more votes to his party then at the last election, he'd be a success. So I had to make sure that even voters leaning his way saw the hypocrisy of his positions. And she was right - I had floored him. At one point he even started stuttering.

"Thanks." I replied simply.

":)".

"Have you seen anyone of the old gang lately?"

She was referring to our mutual friends. For her it was the old gang as she had moved two towns over. For me it was my closest friends.

"I know what you want. To be blunt; I'm in charge. You may say no. You may say stop. But it won't matter. You will obey me anyway."

It took her a couple of breaths to start typing.

"Wow. You are confident."

"But I am not wrong. And you got wet the second you finished reading it." 

It wasn't a question.

A couple of moments passed.

"Yes."

"What is your address?", I asked.

She stated it. I knew the place. It was a neighborhood of one story townhouses.

"I'll be at your place Friday, 1600 sharp. You will leave your door unlocked. When I enter you will have some nice music of your choice playing and besides a blindfold, you will be naked, freshly showered and shaved. I wan't you to stand in the middle of the room, no curtains or drapes drawn. You will not move or say anything, until I tell you to."

Again the hesitation. I knew what I was doing to her. The conflict within I provoked. Her exhilaration fighting against her vulnerability. She would be exposed. In plain view of any neighbor passing by around the time many people returned from work. Less than two minutes ago she had written to me hoping that she could entice me, wanting to see if I was interested. She had not seen this coming and now she was in over her head, but still wanting more.

I'm a nice guy. I have been described as a gentleman. I do insist on courting the women I am around. Opening doors, carrying burdens, pulling out chairs. I am to this day surprised that what I think of as simple manners is enough to distinguish you as a true gentleman. 

I'm a 33 years old, 6ft3 former quarterback / defensive end. I played until my body told me to quit at 28 and have gained a little weight after that. Not too much though. You just can't spend 3 hours a day working out on top of a full time job. My job is high visibility with a decent wage and loads of career opportunities. And then the political campaigning on the side. I invest a lot of time in the hopes of actually making a difference for the poor and the weak in the world, and I really don't care about money. I was raised to believe that if you have a chance to make a difference, you are obliged to do so. I would be described as liberal in most countries. I work hard to raise equality. Gay rights, anti-discrimination, gender equality.

I know I exude confidence, I know how to lead and I know I instill confidence in others.

However gender equality has a limit - sex. This was news to her. And like most women, she liked it.

While her internal struggle was raging, I was sure she'd be starring at the screen not seeing it, engulfed in her imagination of things to come. So I decided to push her buttons a little more.

"It will bring you pain at times, but I won't do any permanent damage."

I imagined her doing a double-take.

She started typing.

"Is there anything else I need to know?"

I smiled knowingly.

"You may not pleasure yourself without my permission, and when I arrive you will have your sex-toys displayed on your bed."

Without waiting for a reply, I signed out.

The next couple of days went by in a blur of work and political activities. Friday at noon I left work early, went home, showered, shaved and generally made sure I was ready. That meant packing a bag of my utilities. On a whim on my way out the door, I grabbed my video camera. I have a camera in my phone obviously, but this one records in true HD.

I drove to her place but I didn't really see the road. I was picturing her standing there waiting for me. Naked and in plain sight.

I parked a short walk from her house and walked slowly towards it. This part of the street ends in a cul-de-sac, so there was no passing traffic. The street was deserted except for an elderly lady walking her tiny dog. I nodded to her and smiled in passing, knowing she would probably recognize me.

Turning a corner I could see her house. And I could see her. Man could I see her. She was standing in the middle of her living room. She had a band of black cloth tied around her head covering her eyes. Her arms were at her sides, and she was wearing a black thong. I took her in savoring the sight of her awesome tits. If anything they were even better than I remembered from her picture. I pulled out my cam and started recording.

When I stepped through her door, she jumped a little. She had obviously been standing there for a while. She fidgeted nervously a bit. I set down my bag and put the cam on a table facing her still recording. I grabbed my restraints and covered the distance to her. She started to speak, but stopped when I put my finger to her lips. I put my lips just next to the back of her neck, and let my breath tease her. I closed the restraints around her wrists tightly and secured them to one another in front of her.

"Let me have a look at you", I told her with a whisper.

I slowly ran my fingertips down her spine.

"You're in plain sight. Standing here like a wanton slut for all the neighbors to see, like I told you to." I assessed still whispering.

She held her breath almost imperceptibly. I ran my finger tips around the bottom of her ribcage.

"You've blindfolded yourself adequately, so not only can the neighbors see you. From now on when you meet a neighbor in the local supermarket or pass them on the street, you won't now if they've seen you naked."

She shivered a bit. Still standing behind her, I let my fingertips run the outline of her magnificent breasts slowly making my way to her nipples.

"You won't know if anyone of them now have pictures of your naked body. Pictures that make them hard as rocks. Pictures that make them cum."

She let her breath go.

"But what is this? You're wearing a thong?"

I pinched her nipples hard with my nails. She gasped and made a half movement to protect her breasts before dropping her hands to her side again. The metal in the wrist restraints made a small rattling sound.

"I clearly stated that I expected you to be completely naked. And I clearly stated I expect your full obedience."

"But I didn't know how long it'd be before you came."

I twisted her delicate nipples roughly.

"I don't take nicely to backtalk."

She lowered her head a bit. Like a schoolgirl scolded by a principal. This was going to be fun.

I released her nipples knowing that they would start to throb with a dull pain almost immediately. 

I let my finger tips trace the outline of her impossibly perfectly flat stomach. It wasn't that she was a work out fanatic. Actually it wasn't really sculpted at all. I didn't think that she worked out - but it was perfect none the less. I wanted to run my tongue all over her. 

I curled my fingers in the edges of the thong and with a jolt I ripped it right off her leaving slight red bruises on her hips.

She yelped. "Ow!", she added.

"It'll be a long day for you, if you think that hurt." I told her whispering in her ear and breathing on her neck.

"For your disobedience you'll need to be punished."

She said nothing. No emotion betrayed her blank expression.

I opened my bag and grabbed a wooden brush. I now allowed myself a look of her ass. Like her tits it was truly magnificent. It almost made me believe in a god right there. The perfect roundness, the perfect toutness, the curves, the fullness while she still had relatively narrow hips. She had obviously never carried a child. I ran my finger tips along every inch, fighting desire to take her ass right there.

But she would have to earn her pleasure.

I raised my hand and brought my palm down on her right cheek hard. She squealed loudly. I admired the immediate hand print reddening for a second before repeating the spanking.

She squealed again but made an effort to silence herself to her best ability.

"Do you want me to count?"

"I don't care if you count. I'll be administering your punishment until I see fit. Until your ass is glowing red. While every one of your neighbors are able to see that not only are you a wanton slut that could have been fucked by any stranger who walked through that door, you are a wanton slut that takes her punishment and submits to the discipline I give you."

I looked down her beautiful body and noticed her pussy lips glistening.

"And you love it, you fucking slut."

It was not a question but she answered it anyway with a demure "Yes."

"Now it's time for your punishment."

I let the back of the brush hit her cheeks. Alternating with my palms simply because I love the feel of her flesh against me, I let the blows rain over her. She cried out once in a while, but took the punishment. I was not gentle. And I was unforgiving.

When her ass was burning red and radiating heat I stopped.

"Do you think you have learned your lesson?"

"Yes!"

She exclaimed hurriedly. Eagerly.

"I don't think that you have."

I let the blows flow freely. Spanking her hard and relentlessly. Excessively even. I wanted her to know that I would not tolerate lack of obedience. I wanted her to know that this wasn't some half-ass softporn watching guy she was dealing with. That I am a true dom. That she might be in over her head.

She started writhing away from the blows she knew was coming. I knew that she was near her limit. I wanted to push her beyond it. I grabbed one nipple roughly and pulled it hard. I stood right in front of her and put my lips right next to hers. She parted her lips waiting for a kiss. Instead I sank my teeth into her lips. Not to hurt or bruise but to show that I wasn't done. I let my warm breath trail her collarbone down to her full tits. I blew hard on her nipples before tracing my breath down her stomach. Again marveling at her figure. I placed my mouth half an inch from her pussy. It was absolutely glistening.

I inhaled her scent and held my breath savoring it while I applied her ankle restraints. She was now unable to get away. When I tightened the last restraint I blew directly on her pussy. She moaned loudly thinking the time had come for me to please her.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

I got behind her again and resumed spanking her. This time with my hands only. I drove my palms down on her ass again and again until my hands were buzzing with the repeated impacts. The sound of her unkind spanking filled the room and made the perfect musical score to her cries of pain. When I didn't relent even after her discomfort had obviously turned to pain, she started having an undertone of panic in her voice. That was what I was looking for.

She started sobbing tearlessly and silently in between cries of pain.

"Do you think you have learned your lesson now?"

"Yes."

She said it without the eagerness of before. Her will broken. She would not disobey me again.

I was hard as a rock. I needed to be in her more than I've ever needed anything in my life. I quickly removed my shirt simply pulling it over my head but I made a point of letting her hear me unbuckle my belt. She starting shaking perceptibly in fear of more spanking.

When had dropped my clothes I stepped next to her and grabbed her hair from behind twisting her head eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Then I kissed as gently, probingly and lovingly as I possibly could. I picked up her neck collar and put it around her neck tightly enough for it to have no give. Any pull would cut off her air supply. The collar had a sturdy ring through the front. Still kissing her wonderful soft full luscious lips I clasped her wrist restraints to the collar ring. I grabbed her hair again with one hand just to control her while I put my other hand between her legs and let my middle finger part her folds. She was dripping wet. I then scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bedroom and threw her on the bed. Her restraints making that wonderful metallic sound of utter submission. The side of the bed was littered with her different toys as I had ordered, but there was no time for that now. I swept the toys off her bed sending them clattering to the floor. I pulled her hurriedly to the edge of her bed, unclasped her ankle restraints and spread her legs. I couldn't help myself and without any warning I put my mouth on her pussy, sucking in her lips and her clit, letting my tongue penetrate her.

She gasped excitedly.

"Oh yes!"

But I had no time for her. I needed her. I needed to be in her so bad. I needed to possess her. To claim her.

I licked her stomach as I moved up her body, found a nipple and sucked it in hard eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Biting gently eliciting another one of those delightful breaths that seem to communicate so much more than any word.

Without further warning I drove my rock hard rod a third of the way into her dripping cunt.

She made a guttural sound in the back of her throat. It was pure animalistic lust.

"Fuck you are tight!"

I couldn't help stating it. She was gripping me like a vice. I know that I am not small by any standard. I'm big enough to make it painful for her if I please - not so big it has to hurt. Reading a lot of erotica online I've wondered why people seem to measure their dicks. I never have.

I withdrew an inch feeling her inside walls clinging to me despite her wetness. When I pushed forward another third she made that sound again driving me crazy with lust.

When I drove in for the third time, it felt like I rammed my dick all the way up her uterus. She bent her neck back and screamed without making a sound. Even blindfolded I knew her eyes would be rolled.

I had claimed her. I knew instantly that I would be able to take her again and again. I knew she was hooked from that instant.

I savored the sensation of her amazingly tight pussy on my cock for a moment pushing just a tiny amount with small pushes essentially massaging her uterus.

I hooked my arms under her shoulders, crushing her amazing tits to my chest. Then I lay into her. I fucked her roughly drawing all the way out and hammering home. I fucked her fast. She could barely catch her breath. She started to speak but I silenced her with a kiss. She moaned loudly into my mouth driving me even more crazy with lust.

I would not last long. Not breaking rhythm, I bend and caught one of her nipples between my teeth, pulling it with each thrust I made.

"Aaaahhh!", she yelled in pleasure / pain obviously enjoying her self.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait."

She seemed to only be able to utter that word before I bottomed out again. 

"I. I. You. You. Aren't. Wearing."

I bit into her nipple a little more.

"AAAHHHH! Fuck. That's. Good."

I let go of her nipple and kissed her again. Crushing her lips to mine. Those delectable lips.

"Condom." She finally managed in between kisses.

I kept my pace.

"You. Aren't. Wearing. One."

It wasn't a question.

I slowed my pace a fraction as I wanted to unclasp her wrist restraints from her neck collar. It gave her a bit more pause.

"I'm not. On birthcontrol."

I stopped briefly to use both hands to undo the clasp.

"I'm really not. You need to use something. I'm not getting an abortion."

I grasped her restrained hands and moved them above her head while resuming antagonizingly slow thrusts. With the other hand I removed her blindfold. She squinted at the sudden brightness but opened them wide when I grabbed her neck and shut of her air supply.

"Do you mean to tell me that you let an almost complete stranger walk through your door and plunge his dick into your unprotected pussy?"

She was gasping for air. I let up a little so she could answer.

She let out a half strangled oddly bashful "Yes."

"Do you mean to tell me that you lie here tied up with my cock in you, and you presume to be able to order me to wear a condom."

She locked her eyes on mine when I started moving in her slowly again. She was pleading with her eyes. I loved it. I started to move faster.

"Please. Please don't."

"You chose it. You chose to go unprotected. To be at my mercy."

I was picking up the pace.

"Yes." She gasped eyes still locked on mine. Frightened. But with something else in there too.

"You belong to me."

"Yes." She gasped again. "Oh God, yes!".

I really lay in to her now still maintaining eye contact.

"But. Ohhhh. But. Ohhhh. I. Aaaaahh. Am. Aahhhh. NOT. Aaaahhh. Having. God! Having. God!"

I was pounding her uterus with each thrust. Every time I bottomed out she moaned loudly.

"Ever."

I don't know if she couldn't bring her self to say abortion again or if she was too far gone in pleasure.

I was getting close. She was getting to me in a big way. Her moans. Her expression. Her eyes. The way her nipples dragged along my chest when I hammered her. The way she was consumed with the pleasure I was instilling in her. The sound of her wet cunt squishing around my rod.

Still pounding I leaned in speaking softly in her ear.

"As long as you are with me, you will never protect yourself. You will stay like this."

"Vulnerable." I broke rhythm plunging as deep as I could in her uterus. She moaned loadly.

"Unprotected." I punctuated each word with a thrust she could feel halfway up her belly. She made that animalistic sound again. That sound exited me more than any one thing had ever done before.

"Fertile." She cried out. "YES!"

"And I will come in you."

She whipped her head around seeking my eyes, reading my expression. She had obviously thought I was playing.

I raised my head above her locking her gaze. Grabbing her throat again I squeezed hard but not quite shutting down her air supply. I wanted to hear her.

"I will come deep in your fertile pussy." I punctuated that statement with an even harder thrust knowing that would also bring her a bit of pain. "AAAAHHH!", she cried, but her eyes never left mine.

I could feel her thighs and calves tensing up. She was getting close too. I felt like my sperm was boiling in my balls.

"I will spray your unprotected uterus with my potent sperm." She moaned loudly again and the panic was almost gone from her eyes. Lust having conquered fear.




Anna



"You are my little plaything. My wanton little slut. You are addicted to my cock now, and you have known it since I pushed in you."

I wasn't asking, but she answered with a half strangled "Yes. Oh. God. Yes." 

I pounded away.

"And. I. Will. Fill. Your. Womb."

I squeezed her neck bruisingly hard. She arched her back, eyes rolling to the back of her head, she stopped breathing, mouth forming a perfect O. She started shaking. When her pussy gripped my cock like a vice I released her throat and she let out an ear piercing primal scream.

I pounded her harder than ever in a furious pace. I fought to hold back just five more seconds. Holding myself up on one hand, I mauled her tit with the other releasing her arms.

When I couldn't hold back even one more thrust I pushed in as far as I could possibly go, twitched my hips to try and get just a little further in and held there while I roared at the top of my lungs. When she felt my semen splash against her cervix, her eyes flew open and found mine.

"Oh, Shit! I feel it in me!", she screamed panic back in with the lust in her expression, before another orgasm shook her to her core.

I wasn't even halfway done cumming and my sperm was already overflowing dripping down between her checks and covering my sack.

I kissed her deeply as we both came down.

"You did it. You really did it."

I didn't bother with an answer. She wasn't asking - she was telling herself.

"You really came in me."

My cock twitched.

"What if I get pregnant? What if you have just impregnated me?"

"Then your belly will start growing."

I started moving a little, my cock still hard.

"Your tits will be even more sensitive. The will swell with milk for the baby."

I fucked her slowly. She started meeting my thrusts.

"You will have a child out of wedlock. And you will never tell anyone who the real father is."

I drove deep. She moaned.

"You will continue to do exactly as I say, when I say. I will visit you see the child and fuck you senseless again and again."

I started a deep pounding pace. She made that guttural sound.

"You will find some dupe who will provide for you. You will probably marry him. But you will still fuck me every time I come over. Even with him in the house."

She rolled her eyes.

"And you will never use protection with me. I will father all of your children."

She let out a scream of ecstasy when she came on my cock again. I followed rapidly after filling her again. I had never cum so fast or with so little time in between.

"You are dead serious." she stated flatly.

I reached over picked up the cam and aimed it at her face.

"Beg me to make you pregnant."