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The Audit

By: AStropirate



Kathleen Daniels drove her car into the company car park. She had arrived at the Elegance clothing factory in Northdale Yorkshire. She was here to audit the company's books. It was a small firm with about one hundred employees and Kathleen expected everything to be routine. As she got out of her car she checked to see her attire was clean and tidy. Her business suit of grey striped jacket and matching knee length skirt was immaculate. Her golden hair gleamed in the sunlight and her pony tail dangled as she walked gracefully to the reception area, brief case in hand.

The receptionist, Mary Ford, knew at once who the new arrival was and buzzed Dan Stinger, the manager.

"Show her right in Mary," came Dan Stinger's response.

Dan Stinger was in his mid fifties, overweight and balding. He was sitting behind his desk puffing a huge cigar. It was a sight that Kathleen loathed. She neither drank or smoked and hated the smell of cigar smoke in particular and made no secret of that fact to the staff of Carlisle and Dobbs, where she worked. Indeed, she was inclined to take a high moral tone with her fellow staff members as regards their sexual behaviour too. She rubbed them all up the wrong way. She was so self opinionated that she failed to realise that she was loathed by them all.

At thirty-five Kathleen Daniels was very attractive. 

She was five feet nine with a well toned body with large breasts and long smooth legs. She ate healthily and exercised regularly thus keeping a good figure. Her large round rimmed glasses seemed to add her attractiveness. Despite all this she was single. She had no time for relationships. She considered them a waste of time. 

Dan Stinger didn't get up. Instead he put out his hand. "It's good to see you Ms. Daniels," he said jovially.

"That remains to be seen," responded Kathleen somewhat bluntly as she shook his hand.

'The boys were right. She could be trouble,' thought Dan. Dan gave a slight cough and cleared his throat. "Yes, well let me show you the accounts department."

"Well, that's what I'm here for," she replied.

Dan had been warned beforehand that Kathleen Daniels was arrogant and took no prisoners but even he was surprised at her attitude. Something had to give and Dan Stinger was determined that it wasn't going to be him.

In the accounts department a young woman was busy the computer accounts. Dan introduced her to Kathleen "Ms. Daniels, this is our bookkeeper, Marion Blake." Kathleen simply nodded. She sat down at an empty desk and began to work her way thought the paperwork. For several hours Kathleen scoured over the paperwork in silence. It made Marion nervous. Finally she couldn't stand it and spoke up. "Is everything alright?"

Kathleen looked over at the twenty-two year old. "Haven't you got work to do?"

"Why, yes of course, but..."

"Then I suggest you got on with and let me get on with mine."

The bluntness of Kathleen's answer upset Marion who was a sensitive and kind hearted girl. She said no more and resumed her work. The silence continued all week.

Finally on Friday Marion jumped with a start as Kathleen slammed the book shut.

"How long have you been doing these accounts, girl?"

"Si, six months. Why?" stuttered the anxious girl.

Kathleen didn't bother to respond. She simply took the large book and marched into Dan Stinger's office unannounced. 

Dan was on the phone. Her look told him everything. "I'll have to call you back," and put the receiver down. Kathleen in turn, slammed the account books on his desk.

"Mr Stinger, either that girl is incompetent or your firm is involved in wholesale fraud."

"Now wait just a minute..."

"No. You wait. The petty cash doesn't balance nor does petrol receipts for your lorry drivers. The whole thing is a mess."

"Marion Blake is a very honest and forthright young woman." countered Dan, his anger building.

"Oh really?" retorted Kathleen sarcastically. "Your books will need a full and complete audit. I'll be back here first thing Monday morning and I expect them to be up to date."

"For goodness sake, Ms. Daniels, it's only petty cash. It never balances. As regards the petrol receipts, it's only a small sum that can easily be sorted in time."

"Not as long as I'm auditing the books," replied Kathleen. With that, she left the building.

A tearful Marion Blake knocked at Dan's office door. "Come in," shouted Dan with some anger. Dan was moved by the sight of Marion and went over to comfort her.

"Mr Stinger, I'm an honest person. I've never done anything wrong in my life."

"I know that Marion. Don't distress yourself. I'll take care of everything. I promise. Now go home and get some rest. Enjoy the weekend and don't worry about anything. Trust me. Everything will be alright."

With that assurance Marion left for home. As soon as she had gone Dan picked up the phone and rang George Buckley, a partner in the accounting firm and personal friend. "Hallo George? You were right about Ms Daniels. I'm afraid she reacted badly to some minor discrepancies. It's nothing I can't handle but I need your help." 

Dan looked out the window of his office that faced the factory floor. He signalled Teddy Robinson, his supervisor, to come to his office. 

"Teddy, I have a little job for you and the boys..."

***

That same evening Kathleen Daniels drove into the driveway of her two storey house. She got out of her car after retrieving her brief case. Just as she put the key in the door a hand grabbed her mouth, muffling her screams. Her briefcase crashed to the ground as she struggled with her assailant. She soon saw that there was more than one as several hooded figures came into view. One of them taped her mouth and another bound her arms and legs and she was bundled into a van that was driven swiftly away.

In the van, Kathleen was on her back looking up. Her hands were tied very tightly in front of her, as were her beautiful legs. Struggle as she might, there was no escape. She could see four hooded individuals in the van with her. As Kathleen struggled one of them spoke, working his hand along her legs and feeling the fabric of her black sheer tights that enclosed them ."Don't worry baby. We'll soon be there and you'll enjoy yourself. I promise." The others laughed. He continued up her legs. When reached her pussy he began to feel through her tights and knickers. Kathleen began to scream through gag as well as kick. The masked man in the passenger seat looked back. "Now boys, don't upset our guest. There's plenty of time to sample her delights and plenty to go round." There was a chorus of laughter and the fondling stopped.

***

At last the van came to a halt and the hooded man in the passenger seat spoke again. "Well, we're here boys. Careful with our guest."

The back doors swung open and a struggling Kathleen was carried into some sort of warehouse. It was clear that there had been some preparation and planning because in the dead centre of the warehouse was a large bed. Kathleen was forced to stand up with two hooded men keeping tight grip of each arm.

One of the hooded men released her hair from its pony tail. Kathleen, in a futile protest, shook her head, which only served to speed up the flow of the golden tresses of her hair falling and settling on her shoulder.

The hooded man who had been the front seat passenger in the van slowly unbuttoned her grey business jacket. When the last button was opened the two men restraining Kathleen eased the garment from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, revealing her short sleeved cream blouse that was buttoned all the way to her neck. He slowly and teasingly began to undo her blouse. Kathleen continued to struggle and scream through her gag. Each button opened revealed its own portion of Kathleen's full black slip. At the very moment that the last button opened, she could feel the zipper on her skirt being pulled and both garments sank to the floor almost at the same time.

Kathleen's screams became fanatical. She suddenly stopped when the hooded man produced a sharp industrial knife and began brandishing it menacingly in front of her face. Her fear kept her silent. 

Suddenly, he pulled her slip forward and using the knife, sliced through it like soft butter. At the same time there was a slight strain on her back and a similar operation was performed there. The two parts of the ruined garment fell to the ground simultaneously exposing Kathleen's lacy low cut black bra and matching knickers that were shrouded in sheer black tights. 

The hooded man speak to her. "Well, Ms. 'Prim and Proper'. Who have you got the sexy underwear on for? Your boss? Maybe a girlfriend?"

The others laughed in chorus.

When her bra was removed, releasing her huge breasts, it brought wolf whistles. "Wow, look at those tits," shouted one of them excitedly as her nipples hardened upon contact with the air.

Her tights and knickers were quickly discarded and she was carried to the bed and dumped onto it. Kathleen was spread eagled by four of the men. 

The leader dropped his pants and when Kathleen saw his huge hard cock she began to cry.

"Aw, don't cry baby. It'll be fun."

Once again there was a roar of laughter.

Kathleen resigned herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do to stop him invading her pussy. All she could hope was that it would be swift and that he would be satisfied.

Gently, the man began to probe her bush until he found her pussy lips and pushed his cock in deeply. Initially his movement was slow but gathered pace with each stroke. The others clapped and his movements developed in sync with it. 

Kathleen was no virgin but she had always been the dominant one and never with so many eyes on her. Nonetheless her body began to react and gradually they both developed a mutually satisfying rhythm. Kathleen imagined her lungs would burst as they increasingly consumed air as her breathing became deeper. She could feel her love juices beginning to swell up. She also could tell that he wasn't far from cumming either. At last, as she felt the explosion of his cum and her own orgasm, Kathleen sighed for both relief and though would never admit it, sexual joy as well.

'At least,' she thought, 'It is all over.' To her horror and dismay however she was wrong as all six men pounded her besieged pussy until they were completely spent.

Exhausted and sick, Kathleen just wanted to sleep. Once again her hopes were dashed as the hooded leader turned to another hooded figure. "Get her ready. She's got a night's work ahead."

"Ok, dad."

To Kathleen's amazement, it was the voice of a young woman, perhaps nineteen or twenty. 

As the hooded young woman knelt beside Kathleen she began to apply a damp cloth to her pussy and gently clean it. Kathleen was totally at a loss as to what she was doing. It was only when she applied the cream and produced the razor that Kathleen comprehended all and she began to struggle violently.

The young woman grabbed Kathleen's hair and held it tight. "Stop struggling, you stupid bitch, or I'll end up cutting you." Her words were both a warning and a threat.

Kathleen sighed through her gag and simply surrendered to her fate.

Expertly, the young woman shaved away Kathleen's entire bush leaving her pussy bald, something she would never have dreamt of doing.

The young woman got up. "Enjoy yourself, dear," she said sarcastically.

Kathleen was then dragged to her feet and led to the other side of the warehouse. Despite not having her glasses she could see the strange sight in the wall of two circular holes as well as a smaller one further down. It only registered with her what they were for when she was shackled tightly to the wall and her large breasts protruded perfectly through the gaps. Her freshly shaved pussy filled the other gap. Kathleen shivered as the cool evening air struck her exposed assets. To her amazement she thought she heard carnival music outside and then she heard a male voice on the outside. "Roll up, roll up, ladies and gents. Fifty pounds for a fuck, twenty pounds for a suck and seventy-five pounds for rectal pleasure." 

There was a roar of both male and female laughter.

"Thank you sir," Kathleen could hear and suddenly she felt a mouth engulf her breast and her nipple being sucked. Soon it was the same on her other breast as well. At that same moment her pussy was being gently licked. In spite of her predicament, Kathleen felt a certain pleasure and moaned through her gag.

Soon this pleasure was replaced anger and rage as she felt a huge cock being driven deep inside her pussy and she was pounded without mercy. Two cold hands gripped her bare hips. Kathleen had never had anal before and now her virginal arse was being plundered for someone's pleasure. All she could do was scream through her gag and as with all her other protests, it was to no avail. The same pattern continued through the night as different "customers" sampled her assets.

At last it all came to an end. Exhausted, sore and sick, Kathleen simply wanted to sleep. She was released from her bonds and fell to the floor. She could feel she was being dressed in something but didn't care. She soon fell asleep.

***

"Let me alone," cried Kathleen as she felt someone roughly shaking her.

"Wake up, Miss. You can't sleep here."

It was a mature male voice.

"What?" said Kathleen as her eyes opened to the blinding morning sun. She looked up and saw this man in his fifties wearing a park keeper's uniform.

"Oh my God," she screamed as she realised where she was. She jumped up and was about to run when the man turned and spoke. "Is this yours?"

He was holding a small handbag that Kathleen didn't recognise.

"No," responded curtly but for some reason she took it anyway and headed in a hurry across the park leaving the park keeper bemused and puzzled.

As she hurried along she realised that the dress she had on was not hers. It was green, glittery and way too short. It was low cut and her ample breasts were exposed. Another thing she realised was that she had nothing underneath. At least she was close to home. The park was only two blocks away from her home and hopefully no one would recognise her.

At last she came to the main road that led to the lane where her house was situated. A car pulled up beside her. The driver opened the window and Kathleen bent over, naively thinking he was offering a lift.

"How much, love?" he said, as he peered at her exposed breasts.

"Get out of here, fucking pervert," she screamed and flung the bag at the car.

"Look who's talking," replied the man as he drove off.

'Oh my God, he's right,' thought Kathleen. It was only then she noticed that she was dressed like a call girl. She hurried along the road and felt some relief when she got to the lane of her home.

Amazingly the key was still in her door and her brief case was on the ground where she had dropped it. She ran upstairs to the shower. She stripped rapidly and showered for what appeared to be hours. She scrubbed and scrubbed in a fanatical effort to somehow to cleanse her violated body. She stayed in her house, refusing to go out or answer her phone. That night she couldn't sleep as she debated whether or not to go to the police. In the end she decided not fearing what it would do to her reputation.

***

On Monday morning, Kathleen dressed in her alternative business suit of navy blue jacket and matching skirt with white blouse. When she arrived at the company car park she sat for a few moments in her car to compose herself and her rebuild her badly damaged confidence. Finally, having summoned the courage, she alighted from her car and headed to the door of the office.

"The old man wanted to see you the moment you got in," said Kevin Blakely, a junior trainee.

"Oh," responded Kathleen, as she put her brief case on her desk and headed for the office of James Carlisle, the senior partner of the firm. As she did so she noticed giggling behind her but ignored it. She knocked at the door.

"Come in," came a gruff response.

"You wanted to see me Mr Carlisle?"

"Don't bother sitting down. You won't be here long enough. Clear your desk and get out," said James Carlisle angrily.

His bluntness shocked Kathleen.

"You-you're firing me? Why?"

"Because of this." Carlisle slapped a copy of the local newspaper on his desk. The picture was very clear. It should Kathleen dressed in the skimpy dress and bending down to what seemed to be a punter in the car. It was then she realised that the whole thing had been carefully stage managed, even the "punter" in the car. The headline "Accountant by day. Hooker by night" was the killer punch. 

"But, Mr Carlisle. I can explain..."

He cut her off. "Do you want me to have you escorted out off these premises?" he responded as he went for the phone.

Kathleen Daniels knew she had lost as she went to her desk and began to clear it.

"Hey Kathleen. How much an hour?" Kevin Blakely asked.

There was a roar of laughter from behind him. It was too much for Kathleen. She threw everything down and ran from the building. When she got to her car, she drove away from Northdale with tears in her eyes, never to return.

***

A few hours later Dan Stinger was sitting in his office enjoying his customary cigar when his buzzer sounded. "Yes, Mary?"

"Kevin Blakely is here from the auditors, sir."

"Show him in."

When Kevin came in, Dan extended his hand. "You're very welcome Mr Blakely, though I thought Ms Daniels was doing the audit," he said innocently.

Kevin blushed. "Well, Ms Daniels has resigned from the firm for er, personal reasons."

"I see," responded Dan in pretended surprise. "I'm sure Mr Buckley advised you of the situation?" 

"Oh yes sir. No worries there. All you have to do is make out a cheque for the balance and we'll call it quits. He pressed his buzzer. "Mary? Will you show Mr Blakely to the accounts department, please? I'm sure you'll find everything in order."

"I'm sure I will," replied Kevin politely.

When Kevin left the office with Mary Ford, Dan Stinger released a laugh of triumph. He called Teddy Robinson to his office. "Well done Teddy. A very good job." he stuffed an envelope full of cash into the inside pocket of Teddy's work coat.

"Thanks boss. Believe me when I say it was a very great pleasure for all concerned."

Both men laughed heartily.

The Audit



Craig shook his head and slapped a few more slices of ham on the grill. Immediately it began to sizzle. He sliced lengthwise into a sub bun and put it open-side down on the grill next to the cooking ham. It was a beautiful Wednesday afternoon and he had a line of customers in his sub shop, placing their orders and waiting for carry-outs. It was great to be so busy, but that wasn't what had him so distracted.

Next to the ham he spread out some thinly sliced steak and some mushrooms. The ham was almost done and he put a few slices of white cheese on it to melt. He sliced open another sub bun and put it open-side down on the grill next to the steak and mushrooms.

He turned around to check the next order. The sub shop had a long counter, where the customers were lined up, and large windows at the front that looked out on the parking lot. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and a couple more people were headed their way. What could he possibly have to worry him?

It was Tina Coffey. She put some onion rings in the fryer and went back to the register to take the next order. As she passed him, she glanced at him and smiled. He smiled back, but on the inside he groaned. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? Obviously not, because she kept doing it to him.

The next customer's order was ready. Tina was putting his sub and fries into a bag. Craig grabbed his large Coke from the fountain machine and reached over the counter to hand it to him. As he did, Tina leaned forward just a bit, and her ass, her beautiful, tight round ass in her tight, low jeans, brushed the front of his jeans. He clenched his jaws and quickly spun around to the grill once more, hoping that none of the customers in line, and Tina in particular, noticed what was going on in his jeans.

Tina was nineteen and she came up to Craig's shoulder, and her long, dark hair went all the way down to the middle of her back. She had a cute little nose, dark makeup around her eyes, rings in her ears and a stud in her nose. When she reached for something, the sleeves of her shirt pulled up, showing the hint of a tattoo on her left shoulder.

Tina had been working for him for a little over a year, and more and more he noticed the way she was teasing him like that, as if she didn't realize what she was doing, and how she was trying to check out the front of his jeans. More and more she was succeeding in getting him aroused, and it was getting harder and harder to hide that arousal from her.

Today, though, for the first time when he looked at her, he realized how sexy she was. What was it about her that had changed from yesterday? It was a distraction when he was trying to take care of his customers and run his business. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Tina and especially how hot her ass looked in those tight jeans.

He assembled the ham and cheese sub with lettuce, onions, tomatoes and dressing, and gave it to Tina to put in the bag with the onion rings. She turned around and leaned back so her ass pressed against the front of his jeans. She looked over her shoulder with that irresistibly cute smile.

"Sorry Mr. Baldwerk," she said and gave the customer her bag and pop.

Craig just groaned and rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the steak and mushroom sub, and got ready to make the next sub, chicken with peppers.

It wasn't Tina that had changed, of course. It was him. Before a few days ago he never would have noticed how a girl Tina's age could be so sexy. Before Nate's comments about that hot eighteen year old girl Megan, Craig never would have looked at a woman younger than his own age as being sexy. Now he couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was impossible not to notice the young woman who was coming on to him in his own shop.

The lunch rush lasted until around two in the afternoon. That was the best part of the day, when they sold the most sandwiches. It was the lunch rush that brought in the money to keep the doors open and the lights on and pay Tina's salary so she would keep working there. Without her help, he would be completely lost. Now, though, was she going to become a distraction?

Shortly after two in the afternoon, Craig's accountant came in for their monthly meeting. Maris might have been a dull CPA, but she didn't dress for the job, at least not when she came to see him. She was wearing a tight dark skirt that accentuated the curves of her hips and her ass and came down above her knees, which showed off her beautiful legs.

Maris waited at one of the tables while Craig and Tina cleaned up. She had her briefcase open on the table and was flipping through papers. Craig grinned. Tina probably didn't know, but he knew that she was just trying to look busy.

It took him a few minutes to fix one of the loose fixtures on the grill before he went to see her. She looked up at him with a big smile and brushed back a lock of her long, dark hair that was hanging over her wide, rectangular glasses with the black frames.

"Hi you," she said.

"Hey. How you doing?" Craig said, also with a big, stupid grin.

Already, he was growing stiff in his jeans. It didn't hurt that the top few buttons of her light gray blouse were open, revealing the gorgeous flesh of her boobs. She knew just how to push his buttons.

"I have some tax forms for you t look over. I think we can change some of your expenses and get you a better rate for this year," she said.

"That sounds great. I'd like to hear more about that," Craig said.

Maris pushed her briefcase to the side and patted the table top.

"Would you like to talk about it right here, or would you like to talk about it in your office?" she said.

He looked around the store. A couple of people were still eating.

"Myself, I'd like to discuss it with you right here. The other customers, though, I don't think they'd like it too much."

Maris looked at the people at the other tables, then at him.

"Craig, that's why I think you've been so successful. You're always thinking about your customers."

She followed him around the counter and waited by the entrance to the short hallway that led to the office in the back. Tina was finishing an Italian sub for a new customer. Craig stopped to help her, and filled a large cup with ice and Coke. She rang it up on the register and collected the customer's money.

"Hey, Tina. Are you ok to watch the shop while I'm in the office with Maris?" Craig said.

Tina glanced past his shoulder at Maris and smiled.

"Are you going to go in the back and fuck your accountant again?" she said with narrow suspicious eyes.

Craig froze like a statue. His throat tightened and for a moment he couldn't breathe. How did Tina know about that? Had he really been so careless with his affairs?

"Ub ... Ub ..." Craig blubbed, trying to get his mouth to form words.

But then Tina smiled real big.

"Don't worry about it, Mr. Baldwerk. I got it," she said.

He nodded and turned to walk away. Tina was looking at him with that big smile. She knew exactly what was going on, but was there something else that he detected behind her sparkling blue eyes and big smile? Was it a hint of jealousy, or was he imagining that?

He walked to Maris, who was still looking in Tina's direction.

"What's wrong?" Craig said.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. I was just curious about Tina."

Craig turned to look back at Tina. She had pulled a couple of tomatoes from the cooler and was slicing them up.

"Tina? What about her?" he said.

"I can't help notice every time she's checking you out," Maris said.

"Tina? Checking me out?"

Maris nodded. "I think she's trying to flirt with you.

Craig chuckled. "Flirting? With me? I think you're mistaken. She's only nineteen."

"I don't know. I think I'm right. You can't tell me you haven't noticed. I mean, she is a hot little piece of ass. That is why you hired her, isn't it?" Maris said.

"Well, I mean, she is cute, but ..." Craig started to say.

Maris slipped her hand down along the front of his jeans and squeezed the hard bulge of his cock. The corner of her mouth turned up in a sly smile.

"I thought so. Why don't we go to your office and we can talk about how right I am," she said.

She turned and walked the short distance down the hallway to his office and went in. Craig watched her gorgeous tight ass shaking side to side under her skirt and his mouth watered. He turned again and looked at Tina, who was bent over the sink, rinsing a couple of knives. She, too, had a gorgeous, round ass in her tight jeans that made his mouth water. If he felt he had a chance to fool around with her, would he go for it? How would an affair with Tina affect their professional relationship, even though she was only nineteen and smoking hot?

He sighed. He hated to admit it, but when Maris was right, she was right. He followed her down the hallway to the office, walking funny with his erection sticking down the leg of his jeans.

He opened the door. Maris was standing by the desk with her back to the door. She had already removed her blouse, which was draped neatly on the back of the chair. She had her hands behind her back and was unhooking her bra. A big grin spread slowly across Craig's face, and in his jeans, his hard penis twitched.

Maris turned around. She laid the bra on top of the blouse on the chair. Craig's grin got a little bigger. He loved her big, perky boobs and her hard, pink nipples.

"Maris, you have fantastic tits," he said, and closed the door behind him.

She ran her hands through her long, dark hair.

"Yeah. They're just like my mother's boobs. That's how she's kept my father around for so many years," she said. She flicked her fingernails over the tips of her nipples and sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Now, let's go over your taxes and see if we can't come up with some new ways to increase your bottom line."

She draped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him. Again, Craig's hard penis twitched in his jeans. He put his hands on her waist, where her hips flared. If it was possible for his dick to get any harder, then it might have been close to ripping through his jeans.

Maris' lips were wet and soft, and he practically melted when she pushed her tongue between his lips into his mouth. Her lips gloss tasted of strawberries and she smelled faintly of lilac and ... was that vanilla? Her big, soft breasts were pressed flat against his chest, and her flesh was soft and warm in his hands, begging to be squeezed and caressed.

His hands came up and cupped her breasts, holding them gently like he was weighing a pair of melons at the grocery store. Maris moaned into his mouth. Her legs parted and she rubbed her warm crotch on the hard bulge in the front of his jeans.

Outside the office, in the shop, the bell dinged to announce that a customer had entered. Maris turned to the door.

"Should I see if Tina needs any help?" she said.

Craig caught her by her elbow.

"You can't go out there like that. I don't have a license for a topless bar," he said.

Maris paused, looked down at her bare chest, and a sheepish smile crossed her face. Her cheeks tinged red.

"I would get dressed, of course," she said, but she put her arms around him again.

"Don't worry about it. Tina can handle it. I pay her pretty well."

Maris ran her tongue over his lips.

"I know exactly how much you pay that girl, and it's way too much for a nineteen year old."

"She does a very good job," Craig said. He had one hand on her ass and one hand on her boob.

"But how is she ever going to leave to get a good job if you pay her ten dollars an hour to do this one?" Maris said.

Craig shrugged. "What if this is what she wants to do?"

Maris snorted and laughed.

"Craig, don't be ridiculous. That girl is way too smart to work in a sub shop her whole life."

Craig's shoulders slumped. "It's worked pretty well for my family."

Maris' hand slipped down the front of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Her hand slipped into the open fly and touched his hard cock. He spread his legs.

"I'll tell you what that girl wants to do," Maris said, stroking his cock with her fingernails.

Craig's eyebrows arched up. "Really? What's that?"

"She wants to fuck this cock, that's what she wants to do," Maris said. She dragged her body down his body to her knees and unbuckled his belt. "Right now it's mine. She's going to have to wait her turn."

His jeans dropped to the floor. His cock sprung straight out, brushing Maris' cheeks. She giggled and put her hand around the middle of the shaft.

"God, Craig. I never get used to how big your cock is," she said, and pumped her hand slowly on it.

"That's a coincidence. I never get used to how good it looks in your mouth," Craig said.

Maris looked up at him and smiled, and her cheeks tinged red again.

"Once a month is not often enough to get my lips around this cock. I swear, Craig, you're beginning to make me feel that my boyfriend is inadequate," she said.

She opened her mouth wide and stuffed his cock in. Craig gasped. She moaned and slurped and bobbed her head back and forth like she had to get it all done in a hurry before it was taken away from her.

Craig cringed. She had both hands around the shaft like she was trying to pull it out by the root. Her teeth scraped the sensitive skin on the head of his cock once in a while, but only because she was so eager and trying to do so much at once.

Even so, he enjoyed her blowjobs. She didn't give the best head that he knew, but she certainly did try the hardest to get it all in her mouth.

Out in the shop, the bell on the door rang once, then a second time, then a third time. Maris took Greg's cock out of her mouth and he let out a long, disappointed breath. He was so close to flooding her mouth with cum.

"Sounds like it got real busy out there," Maris said.

She opened the door and stuck her head out. Craig reached for her, but he was leaning against the desk and she was too far away. It was a little hard to move with his jeans around his ankles and his hard cock sticking out.

Maris grabbed one of the blue sweatshirts off the shelf, the new sweatshirts with the sub shop logo printed on the front in white. She pulled it on over her head and pulled it down over her big boobs.

"You just stay here," she said, and leaned forward on one foot to kiss him. She pulled her long hair out of the back of the sweatshirt. "Tina's swamped. I'm going to go out and help her." She reached down and stroked his wet cock. "Just make sure you keep that thing hard. I'm going to need it when I get back."

She flashed a quick smile and slipped out through the door, her big boobs jiggling under the sweatshirt.

Craig sighed. What was he supposed to do now? He looked around the office. There was paperwork to do. There was a quote for sub buns from a new bakery that he needed to review. He had planned to go over all that stuff tonight after he closed the shop, but now that he wasn't getting his dick sucked, he had some time to kill.

But more than anything, he was curious. He bent down, pulled up his jeans, leaving his hard dick hanging out, and stepped to the door, where he peeked out to the shop. This wasn't the first time Maris had stepped in to help out when they were busy, but he was curious to see how she worked with Tina.

At the counter was a line of customers. Tina was working furiously at the grill, cooking up subs as fast as she could. Maris was taking orders and getting change, all with a bright smile, as if she had the greatest job in the world. She already had a great job and an excellent career as a tax attorney, but if the job she wanted to do gave her a chance to spend more time with his dick inside her, well, he didn't mind.

What intrigued him, though, was what she said about Tina. Was it possible that she could want to have sex with him? If she did, what could he do about that? He frowned. There was nothing he could do about it, of course. She was only nineteen and he shouldn't even be thinking about having sex with her.

But she had such a great-looking ass in those tight jeans, and she was always so friendly and nice to him, even though he was her boss. For just one chance to feel his cock sliding into Tina's fantastically hot little body, was he willing to give up everything?

He closed the door and leaned against the edge of the desk. His dick was still mostly hard and still wet with Maris' saliva. It twitched and throbbed, but not because he was thinking about her with her mouth around the end of it, or even Maris with her panties around her ankles and bent over the desk, offering her ass to him. It twitched and throbbed because he was thinking about Tina on her knees with the end of it in her pretty mouth, and Tina bent over his desk with her panties around her ankles and her ass spread open for him.

And he blamed Nate. Before that day last weekend when he mentioned how hot Megan was, he never would have thought that a girl her age could be hot. And certainly he never would have imagined having sex with a girl like Tina.

Now he couldn't get it out of his head. He was dying to know what it would be like to have sex with Tina. He was turning into the worst kind of pervert, and it was all Nate's fault.

His cell phone chirped and he nearly jumped out of his shoes. The phone was in the pocket of his jeans, which were around his ankles. He bent down and fished it out. On the front display was the name Jackie. His initial thought of her made his cock surge to full hardness again, but he rolled his eyes. Lately it seemed that she only called him if she needed something. He flipped the phone open.

"Hey Jackie," he said.

"Craig, did I catch you at a bad time?" Jackie said.

He swallowed hard and had a warm, fuzzy feeling all through his body. Even her voice over the phone was delicious. She might have been a little bit crazy, but she was also irresistible.

"No. Not at the moment, it's not a bad time," he said and grinned.

A couple of minutes earlier, when Maris had his cock in her mouth, that would have been a bad time.

"I'll make it quick. I know you're busy. I just wanted to see if you'd like to meet for dinner tonight."

Craig stuck his lower lip out while he thought. What did he have going on tonight?

"Sure. That'd be great," he said.

"Great How about the Bone Yard? You know, nothing fancy. I'm in the mood for ribs," she said.

"Yeah. You know I love barbecue," Craig said.

She gave him a time to meet her at the Bone Yard and he closed the phone just as the door opened and Maris came back into the office. He looked at the phone, then at Maris and shrugged.

"That was my sister. She called to remind me about dinner at her house this weekend," he said.

Maris looked at him with a half-cocked grin. She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head.

"Craig, come on. You don't have to tell me stories. We're not married. I know you have girlfriends," she said.

He tried to smile at her, but it was a weak, sheepish smile, the way he smiled at Mom the first time she caught him jerking off.

Standing in front of him, Maris slipped her skirt off and folded it neatly over the back of the chair with her blouse. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of lacy black panties. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at his cock.

"Now, where was I?" she said. She held out her hand and let his cock glide into her palm. "That's right. Now I remember."

Holding his cock with one hand like it was a grab bar to keep herself steady, she carefully dropped to her knees once more. After a long lick with the width of her tongue all the way up the underside of his cock, she stuffed the end of it into her mouth and wasted no time trying to get all of it past her lips.

Craig closed his eyes and groaned. Her mouth felt fantastic and he would love to fill her with cum. If Tina walked in on them right now, would he be embarrassed? Hell, if the Pope walked in on them, not only would he not be embarrassed, but he would still cum in her mouth.




The Audit



Maris cupped his balls in her free hand and rolled them together like marbles. Craig clenched his teeth together and spread his legs a little wider. When she got going, she tended to be a little rough with his equipment. He didn't want to stop her, though, because he was afraid to dampen her enthusiasm.

She had her other hand around the middle of his cock, squeezing tight and pumping hard like she was trying to get oil out of a well. The way the muscles of her neck strained and the veins stuck out when she worked her hand back and forth so fast over the end of his cock, he was sure she was going to choke herself on it before she made him cum.

In the back of his mind, Craig heard the chime of the bell out in the shop when a customer came in, but he just hoped that Tina didn't need help again. At the moment he had no desire to interrupt Maris a second time.

The only thing that was going to stop her was when he came in her mouth. But did he want to cum in her mouth? If he did, she would expect him to cum inside her a second time when they had sex. Later, though, Jackie would expect him to cum for her if they had sex after dinner, which he was sure was what she wanted.

Could he cum three times in one day? There was a time when he could jerk himself off four or five times a day, but he wasn't a teenager any more. It was getting harder and harder to satisfy more than one woman in a day.

Maris' lips were clamped around his cock and they felt fantastic, practically drawing the cum right out of him. He hated to stop her now, when he was so close to filling her mouth, but he took her hands and pulled her to her feet. The end of his cock came out of her mouth with a pop.

"Craig? What's wrong?" she said.

A glob of saliva fell from the end of his cock and landed on her right boob.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," he said.

She stood in front of him like a goddess sculpted from stone. Her nipples were wonderfully hard and stood out at the ends of her breasts. He reached for her panties and pulled them down her legs.

"Are you sure? You never stop me when I'm sucking your dick. Am I losing my touch?" Maris said.

She put one hand on his shoulder and lifted each foot out of her panties. She bent down, picked them up, and put them on the chair. She opened her purse and pulled out a condom with the letters XL on the black packet.

Craig chuckled. "No, not at all. You're awesome, just like always."

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"That's good. I'd hate to think I was losing my touch," she said. Her hand slipped down over her smooth, flat belly to the curly hairs on her pubic mound. Her middle finger slipped between her pussy lips. "God, I'm so wet. I don't think I've been this wet since the night I lost my cherry."

"I bet that was a good night," Craig said.

He held his hand out. She slipped her hand into his, marking his palm with the juice from her pussy. He pulled her toward him. She only took two steps, but her big boobs jiggled and swayed like a pair of big, round balloons.

"It was a great night. I was really scared, but I picked the right man to pop my cherry."

She rolled the condom over Craig's cock and straddled his legs and put both hands on his shoulders. His cock slapped against her belly, leaving a wet smear on her own saliva all the way up to her boobs.

"How old were you?" Craig said.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her a bit closer, rubbing his dick on her belly.

"I was eighteen," Maris said.

Holding his shoulder, Maris lifted one foot and put it on his desk. She reached down for his cock and rubbed it against her wet pussy.

"How old was the boy?" Craig said, and put his hands around her boobs. His thumbs rubbed the tips of her nipples. Maris licked her lips.

"Oh, he wasn't a boy. He was my best friend's father," she said.

"What? No. This gets weirder and weirder," Craig said.

"But it's all true, I swear to God," Mari said, and made a cross over her heart and held up two fingers.

She lined up the head of his cock with her wet opening, lowered herself a bit, and it pierced the lips of her pussy. Craig closed his eyes and groaned. Maris leaned forward, pressing her chest against his chest, breathing hard in his ear and rocking her hips up and down.

"So, let me get this straight. Your best friend's father molested you?" he said.

"Oh come on, Craig. He didn't molest me. I seduced the poor guy."

"But you were only eighteen. He molested you," Craig said.

Maris leaned back. Her hair hung over her eyes and her lips were curled up in a thin smile.

"I'd hardly think so. By the time I was eighteen, these were already a D cup. Do you think any grown man could resist me?"

"I don't know," Greg said, shaking his head.

He lifted her off of his cock and turned her around so she was facing the door. She bent at the waist and reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips apart.

"I practically threw myself at the poor man," Maris said.

Craig lined up the end of his cock with her spread pussy lips. She sucked in a sharp breath, and when she leaned back and his cock sunk slowly into her, she moaned from all the way down to her feet.

"That just seems so bizarre. A young girl having sex with a grown man," Craig said.

He had his hands on her ass, rocking her back and forth on his cock. She was bent forward with her hands on her knees, arching her back in and out.

"Tell me, Craig. What would you do if you were alone with an eighteen year old girl with a body like mine and she pulled her shirt up and begged you to fuck her? Would you say no to that?" Maris said.

"I don't know what I'd do," Craig said.

But when he closed his eyes, he had a different answer. In his mind he saw himself fucking another girl. It wasn't an eighteen year old girl, but it was Tina, and she was bent over the counter next to the cash register, moaning and groaning and holding on to the opposite edge of the counter with both hands. Her jeans were around her ankles and he was behind her, driving his huge cock into her tiny, delicate pussy and holding the pale, round cheeks of her ass. The whole time, a line of people was waiting for them to finish so they could take their orders. Craig grinned. That was the kind of special you wouldn't find on the menu.

The chirp of a cell phone snapped him out of his daydream. His eyes popped open and he looked around, as if he couldn't remember how he got there. Maris looked back at him over her shoulder and swiped her hair out of her eyes.

"That's my phone, honey. It's in my purse," she said in a low voice.

Craig reached for her purse and handed it to her. She straightened herself and leaned back against him, which caused her to settle a little more firmly on his cock. With a sigh, she paused a moment and took her phone out of her purse, glanced at the display, and pushed a button.

"Hey baby ... Yeah. I'm awesome today," she said, and glanced at Craig over her shoulder with a flash of a smile.

He slid his hands from her hips up around to her front and cupped her boobs. He found her nipples and pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers. Maris giggled into the phone and wiggled her ass, grinding herself on his cock. He had to squeeze his lips together to hold back a moan.

"Yeah ... I know. I'm awesome every day ... No, I'm with a client, going over his taxes. Same old boring stuff," Maris said, but she reached down with her other hand and ran her nails along the shaft of Craig's cock where it was stuck deep in her pussy. "What are we having? Mmm. Sounds delicious ... I can't wait ... See you at six, baby."

She pushed a button on the phone and paused a moment, then put the phone back in her purse and handed it to Craig.

"That was my boyfriend. He's making lasagna for dinner. It's his mother's old recipe," she said.

Craig nodded and dropped the purse on the desk. She was rolling her hips forward and back, and side to side.

"He's so sweet, and a good cook. I don't have the heart to tell him I can't stand lasagna," she said.

With his hands on her hips and his cock still deep inside her, Craig shuffled them both around in a circle until they were facing the desk, and he pushed on her lower back to bend her over it.

"What are you going to do?" he said.

"I just don't know, Craig. I do know one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"One day he's going to make some woman a great husband."

"You should tell him that. Now, do me a favor," Craig said, and squeezed the cheeks of her ass in both hands.

"What's that?" Maris said, and looked back at him over her shoulder through the hair that hung over her eyes.

"Hold on tight because we're going to do this for real now."

Maris giggled and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She had a big smile, showing her bright, white teeth, and she was slowly rocking her ass back and forth on his cock.

"I'll do the best I can," she said.

Craig grinned and nodded. Her best was very good. He couldn't ask for anything more.

He started slow, holding her ass and pushing in and out with his hips. He was breathing hard, and Maris was moaning.

"Oh yes. Oh yeah," she said again and again in a soft voice.

He pulled his cock back, almost all the way out, and pushed it back in again until the head bumped up against her cervix, deep in her belly, and she flinched. That was deep enough, and he didn't want to force it any deeper. Most women could take only about half of his cock, if they could take it at all.

Maris was special, though. She could take almost all of his cock, with only a couple of inches left out in the cold. Ten inches was a lot for any woman to take. One time he told himself that if he ever met a woman who could take all ten inches of his cock, he would marry her that day.

Craig pumped his hips a little harder and a little faster. Maris was moaning a little louder, and gave a sharp yelp every time the head of his cock bottomed out. She liked it rough. He had fucked her like this a few times and she always came back for more.

Her pussy was deliciously tight, and warm and wet. The harder he fucked her, the tighter she got.

"Oh God. Oh God, yes. I'm cumming," she said in a weak, breathless voice.

The desk was banging against the wall, and she was moaning louder. If there was anyone in the shop just down the short hallway, there was no way they could be mistaken about what was happening in the office.

She was getting a bit loud. Craig reached up and put a hand over her mouth to try to keep her voice down. He couldn't blame her, though. She always got loud when he fucked her, and she blamed his cock. He knew what she meant, but still, it felt good for his ego.

Maris was cumming. Her body jerked and twitched in his hands, and her loud, deep moans became high-pitched squeals of delight. He loved how this strong, beautiful woman turned into a quivering mass of luscious, soft flesh when he had his cock inside her and made her cum. He started to cum, too, grunting and thrusting with his hips, making his cock go way too deep. Beneath him, Maris shuddered. Was she the one he should consider marrying?

She finished her orgasm before he finished his. He had a hand on the small of her back, not to hold her down while he came, but to hold himself up when his knees felt like they were going to give out. Her moans faded, but she was still twitching. It must have been a really good orgasm for her. It was definitely a good orgasm for him. His cock still spasmed inside her, spilling the last drops of his cum into the condom.

"Wow. That was awesome," Craig said, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

Maris just moaned, a long, low moan like the purr of a kitten. Craig leaned back, withdrawing his cock slowly from her pussy. She groaned as it came out, as if it felt as good coming out as it did going in. Or maybe it hurt as much coming out as it did going in.

His cock fell free of her pussy. The condom was still intact, and the last couple of inches of the condom at the tip was full of his cum, filled out like a small water balloon. His eyebrows went up. Even he was surprised. It looked like a cup of cum. How did Maris manage to get that much out of him?

She turned around and sat on the edge of his desk. Her hair was a tangled mess and she brushed it out of her face with her hand. Her eyes were sleepy, as if getting fucked by him wore her out. But when she looked down at his cock, her puffy eyes got wide.

"Oh my God, Craig. Look at all that cum," she said.

"I know," he said, and started to take the condom off.

Maris reached down and cupped the end of his cock in her palm, letting the swollen end of the condom dangle in the air.

"Where did it come from?" she said, and carefully worked the condom off of his cock.

"I don't know. I've never seen it like that."

Maris held the condom up, tapping the bloated end, full of white cum, with her finger.

"That's so amazing. I wonder how many babies you could make with this," she said.

Craig reached for his jeans and pulled them up.

"You're probably glad I didn't leave all of that inside you," he said.

"I guess so. I still want it anyway."

Holding the tip between her thumb and forefinger, Maris tilted the condom up, opened her mouth wide, and poured his cum out the open end onto her tongue. Craig's mouth fell open. His eyes bulged out of his head.

"What are you doing?" he said.

The last couple of drops of cum landed on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, and giggled. Her cheeks were bright red.

"That was the first time I ever did that," she said, and giggled again and wiped up the last drop that spilled on her chin. She licked it off her finger. "God, Craig. I love the taste of your cum."

She hooked her arm around his neck and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. His back stiffened. It wasn't the first time he had tasted his own cum. Several times since he was younger there had been girls who gave him a blowjob and kissed him afterward. So what was different about this time? Was it because the thought of marrying Maris had crossed his mind?

She looked into his eyes, smiling.

"Next time you want to cum that much you can cum inside me," she said.

Craig leaned against the door, watching her dress.

"I guess I'll try to save it up for you," he said.

Maris pulled her panties up tight to her crotch and tucked her big boobs into her bra. Watching a woman undress could be very sexy, but he always believed that watching a woman get dressed was sexier because her motions were practical and straight forward, not dressed up like a sexy dance.

"Craig, I'll always drink your cum," Maris said and kissed him again.

He was sad to see her go. They returned to the shop fully dressed again, as if nothing had happened. He took the papers she had brought and shook her hand, and watched her walk across the parking lot to her car. She had a great ass and he liked the way it jiggled and shook when she walked. Already, he missed fucking that ass.

Tina was behind the counter, looking at him, and she had a smirk on her face.

"What's the look for?" he said.

"You know," Tina said.

Craig just smiled and nodded, but didn't look at her. He was pretty sure he did know, but he was not sure he wanted to have that discussion with her, at least not while she was only nineteen and still his employee.



The Audit Ch. 01



I am an accountant for the state of Virginia. My job is to audit local governments to make sure that they are complying with all of the rules and regulations of the state. Most of the local governments follow all of the rules and to be truthful, my job is fairly boring. I have been doing it for eleven years and have only found two small cases of fraud. Both cases were misdemeanors and handled by getting the guilty party to resign with no publicity. This story is about how I found a larger fraud, and how that discovery changed my life forever.

I was auditing a local government in northern Virginia when I found some irregular entries with regard to copy revenue. It appeared that while the number of people using the public retrieval machines had increased, the copy revenue had stayed virtually flat. Then I found that the County used public copy card keys for both staff and public copies. This raised my auditor antenna because copies made with these cards could not be separated from staff use (for which there was no charge) and public use (used by non-professionals that needed to print out pages from the system). So, I had no way of using the counters to determine if fraud had occurred because the use could have been staff that didn't have to pay. 

After September 11th, the County installed security cameras that covered all of the areas of the office that might be the source of crime. One of these areas was the cashier area that took in money for filings and copies. The cameras were hidden from view, and I only knew about them because of my experience in these offices. 

I found that there were three employees that had authority to operate the cash register. Two of them were older women who had worked for the office for more than fifteen years. The third was a beautiful blonde that had worked in the office for only eleven months. My gut told me that if anything was happening that was illegal, it was likely the new employee.

"Amy" was the type of girl that had ignored me in high school and college. I suspected that she had lived her entire life as the popular girl that guys got tongue tied just being around. She was 5'7" with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her features indicated that she was a real blonde. She was athletically thin with a very sexy curve in her calves and nice high breasts. Given all of the Victoria Secret padding these days, I couldn't tell if her books were B or C cup, but they were certainly very nice. I noticed that many of the men checking out at the cashier's station were staring at her. She wore short skirts that showed off her athletic and perfect legs, and she alternated between tasteful and tight tops. It appeared that she took in more money on tight tops days.

I met with the head of security for the County and asked to check out the camera records for the cashier area for the office. The camera actually recorded to a digital format, and I took two weeks worth of DVDs to my hotel room to see if I could spot any illegal activity. It didn't take long. After I watched the first few hours of the day before, I noticed that the game was pretty simple. If the blonde took in people's money, she politely asked if they wanted a receipt. If they said yes, she did everything by the book. If they didn't, she entered a transaction into the system for less money than the person was being changed, then she made correct change for the user and slid the rest of the money into a gap by the cash register that fell into a drawer beneath. 

At the end of the day, she had made five transactions that totaled sixty dollars incorrectly, putting the money in the slot at the end of each transaction. But, she didn't make any attempt to get the money at the end of the day. I went back for eight days before I saw her go get the money at lunch one day when no one else was looking. She did it very quickly and I'm sure no one noticed her moves. The total amount of money diverted in those eight days was seven hundred twenty dollars. 

I went back to the head of security and found out that they only kept the digital camera data for sixty days unless there was some problem. I got all sixty days worth of information and went through all of the transactions during the next three days back in Richmond in my office. I found that the total amount stolen was four thousand six hundred dollars. I knew that I needed to document five thousand dollars to make it a felony charge. The state of Virginia does not look kindly on theft from the government. If I could document ten thousand or more, it became a more serious felony charge. 

To tell the truth, once I determined what was happening, I could have passed the information to another department. They would have reviewed all of the film and made the detailed notes of the theft. But, I was captivated by this girl. I kept thinking how satisfying it would be to bust a girl that represented all of the beautiful women that had ignored me during my life. It also didn't hurt that this information would be very helpful to my career. 

I wanted to take her down for at least the $5,000 felony, but I had to complete my audit by the end of the week. So far, I had documented three thousand nine hundred dollars. It would take a few more weeks to get what I needed. But, the only way I could extend my deadline would be to explain the situation to one of my supervisors who would then forward the issue to the state's fraud investigation unit. If that happened, I would lose much of the credit for the bust. Then I came up with the idea that changed my life.

I decided to meet with Amy in private. I would inform her of the cameras that she didn't know about. I would tell her that I had gone through two weeks worth of tape and determined that she had stolen over one thousand dollars. I would tell her that I found the tape review boring. In exchange for her admitting how much she had taken over the last eleven months, I would recommend lighter charges due to her cooperation. So long as she at least admitted more than five thousand, she would go down for a felony. Hell, maybe she would admit to more than ten thousand. I prepared statements that she could sign admitting her guilt and the amount.

The Meeting

At 9AM the next morning I introduced myself to Amy and asked if she would meet with me to discuss some issues that had come up during my audit. She didn't appear nervous and I had fantasized that she would be sweating even before I started talking. 

I asked her to enter the conference room where I had set up during the audit. I followed her into the room and couldn't help but notice how tight and small her ass was. The room had no windows and only one door for entry. I shut the door behind us, but did not lock it. 

I began by telling her, "Amy, I work for the Commonwealth of Virginia's audit team. Our job is to make sure that all of the policies and procedures outlined by the state for the receipt of funds by local governments are followed. In the case of this office, I have found some discrepancies." She looked uncomfortable, but still managed to give me a small smile. I don't know if she thought I didn't know it was her, or if she thought she could flirt her way out of trouble. In any event, she didn't say a word. I then said, "I have found that thousands of dollars have been stolen from the County through the use of false receipts for copies. Do you know anything about this?"

Amy replied uneasily, "I don't think that anyone around here would take any money. If there is a problem, I'm sure it's just a clerical error." Her breathing speed up as she spoke, and I finally had her nervous.

I then said, "Amy, I'm actually sure that the theft is intentional. In fact, I'm sure that you are the one stealing the money." I had decided the night before to be direct and scare her immediately. 

"I don't know what you are talking about. I have never stolen anything in my life."

"Amy, we both know that's not true. But there is something that you don't know, and that's the fact that all of the transactions that you ring up at the cash register are recorded by a closed circuit camera installed after 9/11. The camera is hidden from view and no one bothered to ever tell you about it. It recorded all of the thefts you made, including the sound. I bet you have flirted your way to over twenty thousand dollars of the people's money."

Amy responded, "I haven't stolen any money. Why don't you show me these tapes and I can explain why your thinking is in error."

"Sure" I said. I set up the DVDs to play on my laptop. Before I started I told her that there were other copies of the tapes and that breaking my laptop or the DVDs wouldn't help her. I showed her two days worth of her thefts. It was very clear from the tapes what she was doing and I totally had her.

Amy sat still for a few minutes and closed her eyes. A tear came out of the right eye and she quickly wiped it away. Then she looked at me and said "What happens now?"

I told her, "I am tired of looking at all of this video. The taping goes back to the beginning of your employment here, I bluffed. If you agree to admit to the amount of money that you have stolen, I won't have to waste my time going over all of the tapes. I will tell the Commonwealth's Attorney (like the District Attorney in other states) that you cooperated. I'll recommend that he consider your cooperation."

She looked at me and asked "Who knows about this as of right now?"

I looked into her eyes and could tell that she was building to something. "Why do you ask?"

"Please, just answer my question."

"As soon as we walk out of here, I have to tell your boss. You will be placed on administrative leave without pay and eventually fired. You will obviously not get any reference from the County and you will be prosecuted. At trial, you will get a jury of your peers. I have to tell you, people hate people who steal their tax dollars. They will think that you stole what they paid, and you are the reason taxes are so high. They will want to throw you under the jail. That's why I suggest you cooperate with me so my recommendation can be favorable and you can cut a deal with no trial." 

Amy responded, "But right now, only you and I know of my alleged misdeeds. Maybe there is some way that we could work this out between the two of us. Maybe I can make it worth your while to forget about all of this. And I will promise to resign in a couple of weeks, not take anymore money, and never work in government again."

When the day started, I was looking forward to nailing this girl with the law. Now, it appeared that she might be suggesting that I could have my way with her. I had to be careful here.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"What do you think I am suggesting?" she responded.

"I don't have any idea" I deadpanned. "Why don't you tell me? But first, I have to ask, do you have any tape recorder on you?" She shook her head 'No." I sat there for a few minutes while the possibilities raced through my head. She didn't have a purse when she came in. If she had a recorder, it would have to have been in her hands or outfit. She would have no way to have known what was coming. The staff didn't even know that an audit was happening. There a no way that she was taping this conversation.

"Before you explain your offer, I want you to stand up." She stood up as requested. I then went all around where she was sitting to see if there was any recording device. I locked the door to the conference room. "I think you may be offering me something that I don't want a record of. Please take off your blouse so that I can see that there are no recording devices on your body."

She slowly took off her blouse to reveal a taught stomach that showed that she believed in ab crunches. She was wearing a white underwire bra that revealed that her boobs were at least C cups. She said, "Are you satisfied that I am not wired. I had no idea this was coming. Who do you think I am? A secret agent that takes small amounts of money from the cash register?" 

She laughed when she said this and it made me angry. I was one with the power. She was the one that would be going to jail. She was the one that suggested that there may be another way to resolve this, but she was thinking that she would manipulate me into making this all go away. I was curious how little she thought she could do to make it go away. "Tell me your offer now."

"You are probably married" she started. "I bet you don't ever get a blow job unless it's your anniversary or birthday. I happen to give a wonderful blow job. In fact, if you agree to forget all of this accounting confusion, I'm willing to give you the best blow job that you have ever had."

I looked at her and made a mean face. "Listen Amy, what my wife and I do in the privacy of our bedroom is not open for discussion here. But, I have to tell you that your offer isn't even close to enough. Finding a theft of money like this will help my career significantly. I'm not going to give it up for a blow job. And, I seriously doubt that it would be the best of my life." She got a surprised look on her face as she started to realize I had the power now.

"I do find you very attractive though. You represent every bitchy girl that never gave me the time of day. I have to be back in Richmond on Monday. Today is Friday and I think that I would be willing to forget about this matter if you agreed to be mine for the entire weekend."

Amy looked hard at me trying to determine what I would really settle for. Then she asked, "What does it mean to be yours for the entire weekend?"

"You would agree to be my sex slave starting at 6PM tonight and lasting until 9PM on Sunday evening. If you do everything that you are told, I will forget that this ever happened. You will have to resign from your job and agree to never work in Virginia government again." Then, I went for the whole enchilada.

"You will do whatever I tell you to do. If I ask you to suck my cock you will. If I tell you to suck my cock until I come in your mouth you will. If I tell you to swallow my come you will. Do you understand?"

Amy was shocked by the words coming out of my mouth. She just gasped and said nothing. I wasn't finished. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you in any position imaginable, you will make that position happen. If I tell you that I want to fuck that firm tiny ass of your, you will let me. If I fuck you and decide that I don't want my come in your pussy, I'll just pull out and come somewhere else. I may choose your mouth. I may choose your belly. If I come on your belly, I may make you scoop my come up and still eat it." I was channeling every porn movie that I had ever seen in a hotel room. "I haven't even thought of everything that I will make you do this weekend. And, if you refuse to do any one thing, I will still make sure that you will pay for your actions with jail time." I couldn't believe myself. I had just become some raving asshole that I had avoided being my entire life. I thought I was reasonable happy with my life, but never having the ability to land a pretty girl had apparently affected me. I was abusing my position of power like I never imaged. Like I had not even thought was possible. And, to tell the truth, I loved it. Even if she said no, I had a hell of a fun time making that speech. "Do you agree to these terms?"

Amy stuttered. I couldn't understand what she had tried to say. She asked if maybe it could be just one night, and if we could limit it to oral and straight sex. I held firm, and demanded total submission. Amy thought for a couple of minutes and said, "I agree."

"Do you live alone?" I asked. She nodded "yes." "Do you live in a house?" Again, she nodded in the affirmative. Then I told her the performance would be at her house and that there better not be any boyfriend waiting to kick my ass when I got there. I told her that I had sent all of the evidence to a friend of mine with instructions to only open the e-mail files if something happened to me. I told her that it would be very stupid for her to do anything.

"Now," I said "I am going to need a show of good faith on your part before you leave here now." Amy looked sacred. "If you agree to do anything I say for over 48 hours, you can show that you are capable by doing whatever I say now."

"What if someone comes in while we are doing something? How will you explain that?" Amy asked. I could tell that she thought this might get her out of it in the office. 

"Look. The door is locked. I have the only key. I have not been interrupted once in the five days that I have worked in this room. No one is going to interrupt us. Now, if you will kindly remove your skirt."

Amy slowly took off her skirt. She was wearing very small underwear that was getting the intended rise out of whoever saw it. My dick was as hard as a rock as I looked at this beauty with only her bra, panties, and heels on. This was better than any strip club I had ever been to, because there was going to be sex in this champagne room.

"Go over to the wall and turn around." She did as she was told, facing away from me as I stared at her perfect ass. 

"Now bend over so I can see that terrific ass and your pussy poking through the gap in your legs." She did what she was told without a sound. 

"Now, bend over and grab your ankles." When she did this, I thought I would pop right there. I was enjoying my power. 

"Stand up and face me." She complied. "Take off your bra and let it fall to the ground." When she did this I was in heaven. This girl had to have had breast implants. Her tits were perfect and they had no sag. "You have implants don't you?" I asked. She nodded yes.

"Take you panties off and show me that beautiful pussy." She took the panties off, never saying a word during all of my commands. Here was this beautiful girl completely naked in front of me. Her blond pubic patch was every bit as beautiful as I had imagined.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me." At this command, she had her first resistance.

"Isn't this enough?" she said, gesturing to her body. "Do you really have to humiliate me sexually to get what you want? Wouldn't you rather just have me willing to make love to you in a way that I enjoy it as well?"

I immediately stood up and got in her face. "I have all of the power here. I am enjoying having this power. I will tell you what I want at all times. Do not question my commands. If you want to go to prison, put on your clothes and go. You don't have to do anything else. But, you will be held responsible for your actions. Up to this point I haven't even touched you. If you agree to stay, I will begin to make you my submissive. What will it be?"

She backed up a few steps to be next to the wall and I thought she might have just decided to take her chances with the criminal charges. It wasn't going to be worth having to please me. But, then she dropped to the ground on all fours and started to crawl to me. I smiled and went back to my chair. When she got to my chair, I couldn't help myself. I reached down and grabbed her right breast and squeezed it. This was the most attractive tit I had ever touched. As the weekend would extend, I assumed I would be able to add a number of other female parts to this type of claim. 

"Stand up and face me,' I instructed. She complied. Then I began to suck on one tit while I grabbed the other. Then I alternated. Finally, I began to lightly chew on each nipple. I was in heaven.

"Lie back on the conference table," was my next instruction. "Show me that pussy." She complied. "Take your hand and spread the lips of your pussy so I can see the beautiful pink inside." After seeing that, I lost control for a bit and dove into her pussy. I ate it as though she were a long lost lover. She was very wet, so it appeared that her body had betrayed her mind. I was sure that she hated me, but I had her on the verge of orgasm when I inserted one finger in her pussy and intensified my work on her clit. She orgasmed fiercely, but managed to hold down the sound for fear of being heard. After she came I continued to eat her pussy and then I moved my attention to her ass. I had never licked any girl's ass before, but I was tonguing the perfection that was her ass. This made her go wild and she orgasmed again. 




The Audit Ch. 01



After she stopped quivering, I stood up and commanded her to suck my cock. She complied without saying anything and started sucking very fast. I could tell that she was trying to get me off quickly. Even though I had eaten her to perfection, she just wanted it over with. I told her to look up at me as she sucked and to slow down. She did both. The mental picture of my cock in this babe's mouth as she sucked me was one that I will always treasure. 

I stopped her and told her to "Stand up and bend over the table." She did as she was told and I was looking at the finest ass I had ever seen as I lined my cock up with her pussy. I stuck my cock half way in on the first thrust and was all the way to my balls with the next. She grunted in a non-committal way and I had no way of knowing what the expression was on her face. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying my cock or crying from the forced action. 

After a few minutes of pumping her from behind, I reluctantly changed my mind about positions and told her to lie on the table as I fucked her standing up. I told her "Play with your clit why I fuck that sweet pussy. I want to feel you come on my cock." She did as she was told and she appeared to be enjoying the sex. Either she was caught up in the moment or she was a great actress. Either way I didn't care. I was fucking the best looking girl I had ever fucked. To be honest, just seeing her naked was better than any sexual experience I had ever had.

I couldn't help myself. I was getting close to the end my time. "When I get close, I am going to tell you and you will drop to the ground and swallow my cock as I come. I want you to show me my come in your mouth like a porn star and then swallow it. Do you understand and agree?" Amy said yes in a faint voice and I knew I was close. "If even a single drop of my come does not end up in you mouth, you will be fucked in the ass first thing tonight. Do you understand?" She nodded.

As I got close, I told her to get on her knees. I assumed I would need to pump my cock the last bit to get me over the edge, but she grabbed my cock with one hand and put her mouth over the head of my cock. She began pumping in and out and I came huge volleys of come into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times and I realized that my instructions were quite difficult given the amount of come I was blowing into her mouth. If she could have swallowed as it happened, it would have been a lot easier. She continued to stroke my cock as the last bit of come came out of my mouth then she looked up at me as if to ask if it was time for her to show me the spoils of her work. "Show me my come in your hot mouth," I said. She did and then I told her to swallow every last drop. She did as instructed and I thought I could die a happy man at that moment. 

Then I noticed that my softening cock was dripping small amounts of come. I pointed to it and she immediately dove back onto my cock with her mouth and sucked the last remaining drops from my spent member. I dropped back into the chair and told her, 'I'd call that an acceptable good faith payment." She laughed and said, "I'll guess I'll see you tonight. Any other instructions?"

"Yes," I said as I regained my composure. "I want all of the hair on your legs completely removed. I also want your pussy to be completely bare. Make sure that both do not have razor burn. Find some other way to remove the hair. I want you completely smooth."

Amy smirked. "Anything else?"

"Yes," I said "make sure you write the address of your house on the back of that card along with your number. And leave me your panties and bra. I want them as souvenirs."

"I am not disobeying in any way, and I will do it if you command, but don't you think it might be noticeable if I smell like sex and I am walking around for the rest of the day with my tits poking out of my blouse and my pussy leaking my cum all over."

"Good point," I said. "Go ahead and take the rest of the day off to prepare for me. I will handle it with your boss. I will see you at six."



The Audit Ch. 02



To say that I was distracted for the remainder of the day would be an understatement. I told Amy's boss that she appeared ill when I was interviewing her and that she had gone straight home. I assured her boss that I had found no irregularities at this point in the audit. 

During my unexpected power play, I had lied to Amy about having sent copies of the files to someone else. As of right now, no one else in the world knew about it. In fact, if Amy was thinking when I told her this, she would have known I was lying. I hadn't expected her offer, so why would I have sent the files to someone with instructions not to open unless something happened to me. I don't really have the type of friend that I could make such an arrangement with. I decided that I would just go over there with no real back up plan. 

I left the office at 4:00 PM so that I could get over to my hotel in time to properly prepare. I realized that while I had fucked her that morning, I hadn't worn a condom. My wife had her tubes tied a few years back after our second child, so it didn't even occur to me to be thinking about protection. To be fair, I hadn't been thinking about anything but her naked form for several hours. I stopped into a drug store and bought a large supply of condoms. I hadn't bought any in several years, and it took me several minutes to determine what kinds I would need. I ended up getting three different kinds because I really had no idea what I was doing. I hoped that she was on the pill so I didn't have to worry about it. 

I decided to put all of the DVDs and my notes into a safety deposit box at my hotel. I had a feeling that she might figure that all of the incriminating evidence would be in my hotel, and send someone to get it. 

While I was going to be taking advantage of the situation with Amy, I kept telling myself that she was a willing participant. She was the one that had stolen and broken the law. She was the one that had made the first offer of sexual favors for my "forgetting" what I had discovered. I had just taken advantage of the opportunity. Of course, I knew in my heart that it was wrong to be taking advantage of her. I knew that it was wrong to be cheating on my wife. But, I convinced myself throughout the day that I was owed this opportunity. Amy represented all of the women that had ignored me all my life. But, as I stood looking at myself in the mirror at the hotel, I had second thoughts. Maybe the morning "good faith payment" has already been enough to forget about the weekend slave demand. I could just call her up and tell her she was off the hook, and that I would agree to forget about everything if she just quit her job. I picked up the phone. I had the television on Sports Center in the background and I noticed the beer ad running on the television. There was a beautiful girl in a bikini in the advertisement. All at once, I hung up the phone and decided I was going to go through with it. Life had never let me live out this type of fantasy until now, and I was going to take advantage of it. 

With my new resolve, I intended to make this the weekend of my life. I would do everything that I had ever hoped to do with a girl. I intended to honor my promise that this would be a one time thing. I would not hold this over her head after this weekend. I told myself that I wasn't really that bad a person. I was just a regular guy presented with an opportunity to live out a fantasy. After all, her performance indicated to me that she had enjoyed being with me. I had made her cum several times. Maybe she considered this a fantasy of sorts as well.

I drove over to her house based on Internet directions that I had printed out at the hotel. I didn't want her address to show up on my GPS record in case anyone ever looked. As I made the final turn, my heartbeat accelerated to many times its normal level. My breathing got a little short. I'm not sure if I was afraid or excited, but I was definitely affected.

I sat in the car because it was 5:53 PM. I had given myself some additional time in case of traffic. I didn't want to knock early though, feeling that I should give her the time to make sure that's he was ready for this. 

At exactly 6:00PM, I got out of my car and tripped. I quickly hopped back up as though nothing had happened. I looked around at the neighboring houses to see if anything looked out of place. I didn't see anything. Given my lack of training in this area, I don't know what I was looking for, absent some boyfriend getting ready to hit me with a baseball bat.

I knocked on the door at exactly 6:00 PM. She opened the door wearing a casual outfit that consisted of a full length skirt and a long sleeve blouse. Neither was tight and neither appeared to be designed to make her appear attractive to me. I was a little disappointed. I thought that maybe she would be dressed in a robe that she would let fall to the floor as soon as I came in. Then I realized that I hadn't given her any specific demand, so she dressed how she wanted. It also felt like she was giving me a signal that she wasn't living out any fantasy this weekend. She was a beautiful girl that was being forced to do something to stay out of jail. I started to feel a little ashamed, and then she spoke.

"Let's go into the kitchen to talk about things before we get started. I want to make sure that I understand all of your requirements." She walked into the kitchen and I followed her without a word. Part of me wondered if there was going to be someone in the room, but it was just the two of us.

"Ok," she said. "I want to make sure that I understand what is expected of me. And I want to make sure that after this weekend, that this will be the end of it." She waited for me to speak.

"I think I made it clear at the office what is expected of you." I responded.

"I want to go over it again so that there are no misunderstandings. I also want to be clear that this entire ordeal is over at the end of this weekend. You will never expect me to do anything with you ever again."

I was getting agitated. "Look," I said. "You know very well why we are here. You have stolen money from your employer. I caught you. In exchange for not turning you in and getting rid of all of the evidence that incriminates you, you have agreed to serve as my sex slave from now until 9:00PM Sunday night. If you are not in agreement to these terms, you can ask me to leave and I will."

"But, if I ask you to leave, you will turn me in and I will be facing time in prison."

"That's correct," I told her. "This is all your choice. You suggested sexual favors to get you out of the mess you created for yourself, and I have merely accepted. I am not forcing you to do anything."

She looked uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what was going through her head as she sat there silent for at least 90 seconds. Finally she said, "I suggested something quick that would not be considered "sexual relations" by our immediate past President. That wasn't enough for you. You demanded that I be your sexual plaything in the office this morning. You demanded that I be your sex slave for the next two days. You have told me that if I don't comply with your every sexual fantasy, no matter how depraved, you will turn me in. You have told me that if you want to fuck my ass, I will have to let you. You know, you're a real asshole. I have never let any man fuck my ass. I was saving that for my husband, and you are insisting that I give up my anal virginity to you. A man that I didn't even know existed yesterday. A man that is blackmailing me to be his sexual toy. A married man, no less." 

She was furious. But, her mentioning my married status had to be intentional. She was trying to make me feel guilty. She was trying to make me say that this was all wrong and that I would leave. She was trying to manipulate me. I had to take back the power in our relationship, and I did. "Listen, I want you to stop trying to make me feel guilty. I have all of the power in this room. You are nothing. You can either do everything I say, or you can go to jail. I haven't decided what I will make you do, but being confrontational will almost certainly guarantee that I will be harsh with you. If your attitude doesn't change now, I will take your anal virginity right now. Is that what you want?"

She seemed to start by my reaction. She was a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. There is no telling how many times she had manipulated some man. I was going to make her pay for all of those times. "No, that's not what I want. I'm sorry."

"OK. I want you to go back into your bathroom and start this over. I will wait for you on the couch in the main room. I want you to come into the room wearing only a towel. Do you understand? And you better have had an attitude change before you get back."

"Yes. I will cooperate," she said. She walked back into the bathroom and I made my way over to her couch. I needed to focus on the things that I wanted her to do. All day I had focused on my fantasies, but all of them included a willing, almost slutty Amy. I needed to get her in the mindset that I would be providing her with pleasure along with receiving pleasure myself. 

She came back into the room with only the towel on as requested. "Amy, it's true that I am here for my own pleasure. But, in the office today I provided you with a great deal of pleasure. You had strong orgasms while I ate you. You had multiple orgasms. I am very attracted to you, and I want to have amazing sex with you. I want you to enjoy it. I think that would make it better for both of us. Can we give that a try?"

She half smiled and nodded her head. I got up off the couch and came up behind her. I unfastened her towel and let it fall to the floor. She was as beautiful as I remembered. I took my hands and put them on her bare shoulders. She seemed very tense, but I began to gently rub her shoulders in a sensual message. She loosened up, and appeared to be making an effort to go with the feelings that I hoped to get her to focus on. I moved my hands to the middle of her back and continued to rub. I let my hands fall to her perfectly firm and shapely ass. I kneaded her ass as she began to make a very soft cooing noise. I felt like I was making progress. I hadn't immediately made her do something she didn't want. I was taking things slowly. 

I dropped to my knees and continued to rub her body. I brought my hands down to her legs and rubbed all the way from her ankle to her ass. I was using both hands on a single leg, making sure that they were rubbed with pressure, but still as sensually as possible. Them I switched legs. I gave each leg about a ten minute rub, and I noticed that she was much more relaxed now. 

I was ready to take this to the next level. I had been here for forty-five minutes and hadn't even seen if she had followed my orders with regard to hair removal. I stood up, and walked around to the front of her. She remained still. "I see that you have complied with my request for shaving your pussy completely. Thank you." Again she nodded without a sound and gave me a sort of half smile. I sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. She understood and sat next to me, but not quite touching me. 

"You have a very beautiful body," I told her. "How large were your breasts before you had them done?"

"I was very skinny growing up, and I didn't have very large boobs. I would say I was a large A or a small B when I had the implants."

"Are they a D now?" I asked.

"No. They are a full C cup. But, most guys think they are bigger because they are disproportionately large on my frame."

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" I asked.

She seemed to zone out for a second when I asked the question. She surprised me by responding, "I get the feeling that you are trying to sort of balance the fact that you are making me be with you with being nice and getting to know me. But, the truth is, we shouldn't be trying to get to know each other. You don't want to talk about your wife do you? So, let's just agree to not talk about how we got to this place. Let's just talk about things like what you want me to do and what feels good for both of us. OK."

I nodded. She was right. I didn't really know how to handle the situation. I had never done anything like this before. 

"Have you ever danced at a strip club before?" 

She told me no. "Have you ever been to a strip club before or at least seen one on TV?"

She grinned and said that she had. 

"Do you know what a lap dance is?" She again nodded that she did. "OK. I want you to turn on some upbeat music that you can dance to and I want you to dance for me. The first song, I want you to dance about three feet in front of me. The next song, I want you to give me a great lap dance."

She got up and went to the stereo system next to the TV. While she walked, I couldn't help but marvel at the firmness of her ass. She must work out all of the time. She played with the dials for a while and ended up on a local rock station. She stood in front of the TV while the song currently playing ended and then she made eye contact with me and walked over to about three feet in front of the couch. Without breaking eye contact, she began to sway slightly to the music. After a few seconds, she picked up the pace and made an effort to dance like a stripper on stage. She cupped both of her boobs and squatted down near the floor. I couldn't decide whether to look at her tits or her clean shaven pussy. Then she turned to face away from me and grabbed her ass cheeks. She spread them ever so slightly so that I caught a glimpse of her pussy and then let go. She spread her legs a few inches farther apart and bent over and showed me her incredible ass and pussy. I was in heaven. Then, she turned back around put her hands on the front of my knees. She continued to sway to the music and prominently placed her tits in front of my face. She didn't touch me with them, and I resisted the urge to grab. I guess that I was in strip club rules mode. As the song ended she laughed "How did you like my dance?"

"It was literally breathtaking. How about that lap dance now?"

She then turned around and braced herself on my legs. She moved her hands to my upper thighs and put her head on my shoulder. I smelled her freshly bathed body and the light scent of her flowery perfume. It was intoxicating. She slowly lowered herself onto my lap and I could feel the heat of her body. My cock was at full hardness and I'm sure that she could feel me through my khaki slacks. I was wearing boxer shorts and my cock had popped out of the hole in the front. She began a slow grind on my crotch and I was more involved then at any strip club in my entire life. I was completely mesmerized. If she had asked me if she could get out of the rest of the weekend if she just danced like this for three more songs, I probably would have agreed. She continued to grind slowly on me as I reached around her and grabbed her boobs. I gave them each a squeeze and kept my hands on them. I alternated squeezing her tits with tweaking her nipples lightly. She told me that this felt good, so I felt that I had the liberty to do what I wanted.

Then she said, "The song's over, what do you want me to do now?"

I told her I wanted her to lie down on the couch with her legs spread. She did as she was told and I got down on my knees and began to slowly lick her lower left leg. I licked and sucked my way up to the back of her left knee. Once I was there I sucked in a portion of the back of her knee and ground my tongue into it. She squealed as it appeared to tickle her. I didn't let go and kept the pressure up with my tongue. She finally pulled her leg away from me so that she could catch her breathe from the tickling. I moved back to the same leg and began licking my way up her thigh to her pussy. When I got to the smooth skin just to the outside of her outer pussy lips, I stopped without actually licking her pussy. I then went back to her right ankle and repeated the process. This time, when I got to the outside of her pussy lips on her right leg, I continued higher and kissed and sucked the area where her upper hip and pussy met. I licked on that line as she writhed in pleasure. I still had not touched or licked her pussy and my teasing was driving her crazy. I moved onto the area above her pussy, but below her waistline. I licked where she had public hair this morning, and I could smell the aroma of her excited pussy. 

Instead of giving her what she wanted, I moved higher, up her flat tummy to the area under her breasts. I took her left tit into my mouth and sucked very hard on it. I tried to get the entire thing in my mouth, but it was too big. I then sucked as hard as I could and she grabbed the back of my head. I couldn't tell if this was because it hurt or if she was enjoying it, so I listened for some king of verbal queue. She gave it to me with a low moan that told me she was on fire. I changed tits and did the same thing with her right one.

I let her tit drop out of my mouth and I continued to lick higher. When I got to her neck, I increased the pressure of my tongue as it met the side of her neck. I sucked in some skin on the side of her neck near her jugular and I felt her body immediately get goose bumps throughout. I asked if this was too ticklish but she pressed my head back down to her neck so I continued. I then moved over to her shoulder, kissing my way up her entire arm. As with the underside of her knee, I sucked on the fleshy underside of her elbow. After thirty seconds of this, I moved on outward towards her hand. When I got to her palm, I pressed my tongue firmly in the middle and gently pulled her fingers. I moved up to the ends of the fingers and slowly took one into my mouth and sucked on it. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed and seemed to be very into the moment.

I let her finger fall out of my mouth and headed back for her neck. Since I had covered both legs and both tits in repeat fashion, I felt that she would be expecting me to go to the other side of her neck and work my way out to her fingers past the elbow and palm. Instead, I moved slowly but directly to her pussy. Once I was there, I didn't tease any more, but dove directly in. She cried out in ecstasy as I stuck my tongue as far inside her as I could. I tasted her excitement and it was every bit as good as this morning. In less than thirty seconds she shouted out that she was coming and I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked as hard as I could. She clamped her legs directly around my ears and I thought that she may have been squeezing the hearing out of me. As her first orgasms subsided, I doubled my efforts by using my hand to spread her pussy lips to make her clit more prominent, and then flicking over the tip of her clit with my tongue moving as fast as I could make it. She shouted out something I couldn't understand and came a large amount again. This time I felt the gush of fluid on my chin and I continued until she appeared to have finished her orgasm.

She looked down at me and begged, "Please fuck me right now. I need you inside of me. I want it as hard as you can make it."

With that prompting, I took off my pants and immediately impaled her with my cock. I was pumping into her as hard as I could in the missionary position when she had her third orgasm of the night. As that died down I told her to get on her hands and knees so that I could fuck her doggie style. She got up and bent over the back of the couch and said "I think you'll like this position even better." 

I didn't argue as I went around to the back of the couch. I then did something I have ever done before. The site of her perfect ass dripping her cum and other fluid was too much. I bent down behind her and began to eat her out some more. Then, I began to lick her asshole. She cried out "Oh God" and I continued to lick her ass and all of the surrounding area. I alternated between her ass and pussy and she cried out for me to stick my tongue on her ass. As I did this, I stuck two fingers in her pussy and pumped with my fingers as I licked her ass. She started another orgasm. Only this time, I didn't keep what I was doing going, but I quickly stood up and crammed my dick into her convulsing pussy. I pumped for all it was worth and she continued to orgasm around my cock. I couldn't tell if it was one long orgasm or a series of orgasms, but she continued for the better part of three minutes to convulse around my cock. I kept pumping until the orgasms stopped. She slumped over the couch and appeared to have lost all of her energy. I kept pumping until I got close. Them I asked her if she was ready to swallow my cum. 




The Audit Ch. 02



"Anything you want baby. Go ahead and feed me."

That encouragement was all I needed. I pulled out and she dropped to the floor and wrapped her mouth around my cock. Within two seconds I began to shoot my cum into her mouth. As it was happening, I felt like I might pass out. But, as she continued to pump my cock with her hand to milk out the last of my cum, I composed myself and told her, "Keep sucking my cock until I have nothing left to give. Then I want you to look up at me and open your mouth and show me the huge load that I gave you." She continued sucking until I had no more to give, and then she did as instructed, showing me all of my cum in her mouth.

"Now, I want you to lean back slightly and let a small amount of my cum dribble out of your mouth and onto your neck and tits." She did as instructed. "Now, rub my cum into your tits." She again followed my instructions. "Show me the cum that is still in your mouth." She showed me the large amount of cum that was still there. "Swallow all of the remaining cum." She did as she was told and then looked up at me, opened her mouth ands showed me that all of my cum had been swallowed. 

I sat down on the ground next to her and looked into her eyes. I leaned into kiss her and she started to pull away. I thought I had just experienced the ultimate sexual experience with this girl and now she appeared to remember that I was forcing her. I got up and went to the bathroom. I asked her if she would like to join me in a shower as we prepared for the rest of the night. She followed me into the shower and we soaped each other up as much as possible, making sure that all of the nooks and crannies were well cleaned. This time, as I rubbed her pussy and tits with her washcloth, I leaned into kiss her and she was more responsive, meeting my tongue with hers as we made out with a passion that I didn't get at home anymore.

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Audit Ch. 03



As we both got out of the shower and dried off, I was torn. I had just had what was easily the best sex of my life with the most beautiful girl that I had ever screwed. I knew that I wanted to get every moment out of this weekend. I also knew that I had never come three times in the same day. It was only about 8:00 PM, so there was plenty of time for another round before we went to bed.

"What do think about getting dressed up and going out for a night of dinner and clubbing?" I asked her.

"I don't think that's a very good idea. What if someone we know sees us together. I don't think there is a real good explanation for that."

I could tell that she didn't want to be seen with me. After I thought about it, it made sense. What beautiful woman wants to be seen with an average looking man on her arm? Everyone would just assume that either she was a hooker or a gold digger. But, it made me mad in a totally irrational way. I had just given this woman multiple orgasms, and I had nothing to be ashamed of in the sex department. If I wanted to go out and show off my "girlfriend for the weekend," then we were going out. "I'm hungry and I want to go out. Please get dressed in something that shows the world how hot you are. In fact, I would like to go with you to your closet to help you pick out an outfit."

"Something else I want to discuss. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes," she told me. "I have been on the pill for years to regulate my cycles. I can't get pregnant from you this weekend. So, feel free to come inside me. I don't have to swallow every time." She had made her point, and I was relived that I was in the clear having forgotten the condoms again.

We brushed our hair while it was still wet and then I followed her into her bedroom. I opened up her closet and began picking out outfits that were a combination of classy and slutty. She had several choices, but I settled on two that I wanted her to try on. The first was the classic little black dress. The second was a short tan leather skirt and tight white blouse combination that I thought would look amazing on her. I sat them both on the bed and asked which she thought she would look better in.

"I look great in both of those outfits. It really just depends on where we are going. If we are eating at a nice restaurant, the black dress would be more appropriate. If we are going to some trendy club, the other outfit would be more appropriate. Why don't you tell me where we are going, and that may help you make your decision."

She really was a smart girl. She had just told me the answer to my question, but had worded it in such a way as to still make it my decision. I chuckled and told her, "I think we could have a use for both outfits. Why don't you try on the little black dress and let me see what you look like in it."

She put the dress on without any bra or panties, then asked "Do you want me to wear only the dress? Or, do you want to see what I would normally wear with it?"

"Why don't you let me get a look at you with just the dress on? Please turn around so that I can see." She looked amazing in the dress, and as she turned, I could see the outline of her tits on the side of the sleeveless dress. "Please bend over like you are looking at the floor." When she bent over the short dress rode up her thighs, and I could almost see the start of her ass. "Why don't you put on a black push up bra and some thong panties," I suggested. "I would also like to see some nice heels with that outfit. Not five inch stilettos, but something more like this." I reached down and pulled out a nice pair of black pumps, with about a three inch heel. They would still make her look hot, but not like a hooker. She looked great with the bra and thong on.

"I also want you to try on the other outfit. Go ahead and take off the dress and put on the other one. Let's start with no bra and panties with this one." She did as told and I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my cock as she again was naked in front of me. She put the leather skirt on and it came about halfway down her thighs. Then, she put the tight white blouse on, and it showed just how amazing her tits were. I asked her, "Would you wear that blouse with no bra normally?"

"No. In the right light, it is basically see through. I wouldn't want to be quite that bold in public."

"OK, that settles it. I want you to wear the black dress to dinner with the black bra and thong panties. Then, you will change into the other outfit before we go to our next location." I liked being in charge. 

Amy did as she was told and went into the bathroom to finish putting on her make up. I went back out to the car to get my stuff. I hadn't thought to bring it in before. I had a sport coat and slacks that would be an appropriate compliment to her black dress. I put them on and finished getting ready myself. As I looked at her in the mirror beside me, I knew that I would have no problem coming a third time tonight.

I knew of a fancy steak place that my bosses had taken me to in the area. As she finished getting ready, I made our reservation at Ruth's Chris. "Amy. I want to use some of the money you have stolen for our night out tonight. I can't use my credit card for obvious reasons. So, why don't you give me a few hundred dollars to make sure that I can pay for everything tonight?"

I could tell that this rubbed her the wrong way. She started to complain, and then she turned around and went into the bedroom. She came back out with four hundred and fifty dollars, handed it to me, and told me that was all she had in the house. I was going to bet that she was lying to me about the "all in the house comment," but we had enough money to go out on the town tonight. We could address that issue tomorrow.

I walked into the restaurant with her tucked into my arm and was instantly the envy of every man in the place. She looked so beautiful with the black dress on. The bra made her tits sit even higher than the implants, and I could tell that every man in there wanted to fuck her. I asked if they could give us a quiet table with some privacy. 

We were directed to the bar to have a drink while they made our table ready. We sat down in an open table. On one side were four men apparently there for a business dinner. They were still wearing their suits from the day. The other side had a married couple in their mid forties. They appeared to be rich and the man tried to be casual as he kept looking at Amy. 

One of the businessmen turned to me after we sat down and asked, "Excuse me. You look familiar to me. Do you happen to be a developer with properties in Florida?" I told him that I wasn't a developer. "Do you mind me asking what business you are in? You look awfully familiar. My name's Dave Roberts. I'm with the Ottoman Group. These are my associates. We are just celebrating the completion of a deal to acquire some hotels in Fairfax County."

I laughed. "Well congratulations Dave. My name's Edward. I don't suppose your desire to find out about me has anything to do with the fact that I am here with my girlfriend, the most beautiful person that you've ever seen. I'm not in the real estate business, and I don't believe that we have ever met. Has this approach ever worked for you before? Talk about how rich you are and hope that somebody's date or girlfriend decides that she has to have you. Has she ever dumped her date and gone home with you?"

The couple next to us had apparently heard the exchange and they both laughed out loud. Dave's friends were dumbstruck and didn't say a thing. I figured that they worked for him. Dave blushed deeply and said, "I'm sorry if I have offended you in some way. I really did think you looked like limited partner on deal we did in Florida last year." Then he got up and left. Before the situation got any more awkward, we were seated.

They honored my request and gave us seating in a corner booth that was next to three tables. After a few minutes, all of the tables were empty, and we had the area to ourselves. The restaurant was slightly dark, and I began to get ideas about what I could do in this fancy restaurant with this gorgeous girl. After the tables around us cleared, I put my hand on her leg, and moved it slowly up her thigh until I was massaging the area about two inches from her pussy. The waiter came by and delivered our food. 

The food was fabulous. I cut up my steak several bites in advance so that I could eat with my right hand and explore Amy with my left. I moved her thong to the left, and began rubbing her pussy directly without the interference of underwear. Then, after her pussy got slick with the excitement, I put the tip of my finger up to the first knuckle inside her and began moving my finger up and down the length of her pussy. She made a little surprised sound, but let me continue. After a few minutes of this, I pulled my finger out to cut the rest of my steak. The waiter came back by, but he couldn't see anything. The table had a long cloth table cover, and it went all the way down to the floor. It hit me then that I could make her go under the table and no one would be able to see her.

"I want you to go under the table and take my cock out of my pants. I want you suck it until I come in you mouth."

"No way. I'll get caught and thrown in jail for some public decency charge."

"You have no choice in this matter. I want you to get me off before the waiter comes back. I figure you have about ten more minutes. If he comes back while you are under the table, he won't know you are there. If he asks, I'll say you went to the restroom. Now go."

Amy looked around the restaurant and tried to see if anyone would notice. Once she decided that no one would see, she discreetly went under the table. My dick was as hard as a rock. I felt her unzip my slacks, leaving the top button attached. She pulled my cock out and I felt her hot mouth engulf it. I acted as casually as possible. I had a beautiful woman sucking my cock while I enjoyed a wonderful steak at Ruth's Chris. I guess the only thing that could have beaten that would have been to be watching a football game at the same time. But, I wasn't complaining.

She sped up her sucking and I was close to coming. Just when I was at the point of no return, the waiter came to ask if he could take our plates away and show us the dessert menu. I grunted that we were still eating and that he should try back in about ten minutes. Amy didn't stop while I was talking to him, and I started to come just as he turned away. I shot my load into her mouth and she kept sucking until I was through. Then, I felt her tuck my spent member back in my pants and she zipped up my fly. She then put one of her hands outside the table cloth and made a "thumbs up" sign. I assume she wanted to know if it was OK to come out. I looked around. No one appeared to be looking, so I gave her the same sign and she climbed back up to the table. This night just kept getting better.

After dinner, I used Amy's cash to pay for the meal. As we headed to the car, Amy ducked into the ladies room. I stood outside the bathrooms waiting for her. The man that sat beside us in the bar with his wife came up to me and asked if my date was in the restroom. Then he said, "You know that you're my hero. Not only are you here with the best looking girl in the place, but you get her to take care of you under the table during dinner. That's simply unbelievable. What's your secret?"

I liked the attention paid to the guy with the beautiful woman. It was flattering. Of course, they didn't know that I was blackmailing her. But it was flattering nevertheless. I leaned over to him in a conspiratorial whisper and said, "I don't know. But do me a favor. Don't tell her she's too good to be with me. Let her figure it out for herself." The man laughed and went back to his table. I guess he just wanted to let me know that he had caught us.

As we got in the car, Amy asked where we were going next. Then she reminded me that while I had gotten off in the restaurant, I hadn't taken care of her.

"I've decided to give you the opportunity to win some money. I know you like money. So, I'm taking you to a strip club across the state line in Baltimore. They have an amateur night on Fridays and they give away at least a $1000 to the winner. I can't imagine any girl looking as good as you there, so I'm betting that you win the contest. By the way, it's an all nude club, so I want you to change into the other outfit. Remember, no bra and no panties."

To say that she was shocked would be an understatement. "I can't go to a strip club and strip. I went to high school in Northern Virginia. I might see someone that I know from school. They could tell my parents, or my friends. Let's think of something else to do. Why don't we go to a dance club? I could dance with you and make everyone jealous."

I shook my head no. "I can't dance. No one would buy that we were a couple. I would look like your chaperone, not your date. But, I am comfortable in a strip club. I have been to several in my life, and I know how to act. It will just look like you are my girlfriend indulging me. By the way, don't you think it would be more embarrassing to go to jail for stealing money then to be caught at a strip club?"

She started to cry and began begging me to reconsider. But, I really wanted to see her strip. She was a natural. From what I saw at the house, she would be winning this contest.

"If you insist on doing this, let me swing by the house and get a wig. I have a couple that were gag gifts from a friend a few years ago. With the wig, I wouldn't necessarily get recognized."

I agreed and we went back by her house. She ran in and came back out wearing the new outfit and sunglasses along with a black wig. She still looked hot, but she did look like a different person with the wig. 

I drove to Baltimore and went to a full nude club that I had visited a couple of years before. I checked out the cars in the parking lot and it appeared that the place was still fairly high end. I thought it would be safe and we went in. I asked the door girl when the amateur contest was and she told me at midnight. That gave us about twenty five minutes to get used to the place. They seated us near the stage and I had a good view of all the girls that came onstage. The men in the seats next to us spent more time looking at Amy then the naked girls on stage. One of them asked if she was going to try the contest. When I nodded yes, he let out a whoop and told us that she had a great chance of winning.

Amy went to the bathroom right before the contest started. I was concerned that she would chicken out. I'm not sure why I wanted to see this, but I did. When they announced that all of the girls interested in participating in the amateur contest would come to the stage, Amy went up to the stage.

The announcer told them all the rules. "An amateur is any girl that has never danced at this club as an employee. Prior participation in the amateur contest was OK, unless you had won in the last twelve months. In addition, any girl that had ever been a traveling feature dancer was not eligible for the prize. The girls were not required to dance completely naked, but they were free to do so if they choose. The girls could touch the customers sitting around the bar, but they could not touch the customers' private parts. In addition, they were not to allow the customers to touch either their breasts or their pubic region. The girls would first dance to a song completely clothed. After the first song, the girls were allowed to strip off everything but a G string or panties. After the second song, the girls could get completely naked. After three songs, the judges would pick the top three girls. These girls would get a chance to dance to one more song. After that song, the audience would vote by applause. The top girl would win $1000 and the second place girl would win $300. The girls could keep any tips that were given to them while they were on stage. They were given different color baskets to put the money in while they were dancing."

I sized up the competition. There were about fifteen girls in the contest. Some of the girls had no business being up there. I would say that clothed, I could see about five of the girls had a chance to win. While I didn't think any of them was as pretty as Amy, I had been to enough amateur contests to know that if you brought enough friends with you, then you could win. I kind of liked the judges paring it down to three. That way, no large group could get an undeserving girl to win based on their applause.

I walked up to the stage and made eye contact with Amy. I told her that she had to strip off her top for the second song and go completely naked for the third. I knew she didn't have any panties on, so she would have to leave the skirt on for the second song. 

As the first song played, Amy danced timidly to the music, swaying in time but looking like she was unsure of herself. I encouraged her to loosen up, but she looked scared. I noticed that some of the men on stage could see that she didn't have any panties on, and they were telling each other in a loud voice. I think this made her less confident. As the second song started, many of the girls were into it and starting to get the crowd excited. Amy did as instructed and took off the top. I could tell that she was one of only two with implants. The other girl had huge implants that I didn't consider sexy. Others noticed Amy's tits and I could see that she was beginning to get a following in the crowd. They started yelling for her to take off the skirt. Some of the other girls were down to G strings. Amy ignored their requests. When the third song started, I started to laugh. It was Free Bird, a song that lasts about 9 minutes. The announcer laughed and put on a normal length song.

Amy took of her skirt as instructed and got down close to the customers on the side of the rail. She turned around facing away from the customers and then leaned down and showed them her pussy and ass from behind. It was exquisite. My cock got hard again. Amy then got down on her hands and knees and put her tits near the faces of the guys on the side of the stage. She pushed her tits around their faces as she moved down the line of men. They were throwing money at her and she was clearly the best in the contest. As she got halfway down the line, she put her hands behind her with her feet facing the men. By moving her legs closed to open, she was showing them the inside of her pussy. It was amazing. The third song ended and the judges picked Amy and two other girls for the finalists. 

Amy continued to show off her amazing body and had no problem getting the men on her side. When they did the final vote, she won hands down. The crowd cleared, she gathered up her tips, put on her clothes, and came back down to sit with me. The guys next to me told me I was a lucky man and I agreed. 

A manager came up to Amy with a serious look on his face and asked if he could talk with her. She went with him where I couldn't hear and came back with the money. I asked what it was about and she told me that he asked her if she wanted to work there. I wanted to do one more thing before we left. I asked the two hottest girls in the place if they would dance for both of us. One was blonde, and the second had red hair. They agreed and took us to the VIP area. Dances were $40 per dance or $100 for three. I bought three each and sat down next to Amy. I wanted the girls to dance for both of us.

I could tell that Amy was uncomfortable with the attention as the songs started. I don't think she is bisexual at all. My dick was already hard from watching Amy, so the girls had a running head start with the VIP dances. The blond started dancing on me. She put her tits in my face and then spun around and plopped down on my cock. She began to grind on my pole. After a few seconds, she grabbed my hands and put them on her tits, encouraging me to squeeze them. The red headed girl was dancing for Amy. She was sucking on Amy's tits through her blouse. Then, she unbuttoned it enough to let Amy's tits fall out. The girl was sucking on Amy's tits, and I was so hard. My girl saw that I was distracted and changed positions. First, she stood up and took off her G string so that she was completely naked. Then she turned away from me and put her hands on the floor. She put her feet with the ridiculous stripper heels on my shoulders and gave me a great view of her pussy. It was shaved bare and looked very tight. She was probably only twenty years old. Then she made a move that brought her pussy up to my face. She rested it on my nose, and I could feel the wetness. Then she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I had never had a dancer do this, and I didn't know what I could do. I gave it a tentative lick and she pressed it closer to me. I then dove in and placed my mouth completely around her pussy, pressing my tongue inside. The girl changed positions and got down between my legs. She breathed hot air on my cock through my pants. It was great. 




The Audit Ch. 03



I looked over to see how Amy was faring and was surprised to see the red head had her hand up her skirt. I couldn't tell if she was rubbing her clit or fingering her, but Amy had her head leaning back and was enjoying whatever it was. I reached over and grabbed Amy's tits and she smiled at me. The first song ended and the two dancers looked at each other and switched. I got the red head and she immediately grabbed my cock. Then she unbuttoned my slacks and opened the zipper slightly. She was making herself room to put her hand down my pants and grab my cock. She whispered in my ear. "It only seems fair that I grab your cock after I just finger fucked your girl. She is so hot." I had to stop the girl to keep from coming. I had a limited amount of come, and I didn't want to waist it on this girl. I wanted to save it for Amy.

I looked over at Amy and saw that the blond was also fingering her. She was sucking on her tits as well. I had apparently picked the right girls for the VIP dance. The blonde was now putting her tits in Amy's mouth, and Amy was sucking them gently. My new friend had positioned herself across me so that her tits were within reach of my left hand and her ass was an easy reach for my right. I began rubbing her ass and squeezing her tits. She cupped my cock outside my pants as the third song began. Then I tried to see what she would allow, and I began gently rubbing on the outside lips of her pussy. She didn't seem to react, so I gently inserted the tip of my finger inside. When she still didn't react, I put the entire finger in her pussy and wiggled it around a bit. She made a moaning sound and told me that my hands felt good. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with two fingers that I began pumping more quickly inside of her. She grabbed my cock and balls much harder and told me not to stop. Then I felt my hand get yanked out of her pussy. This large bouncer told me that our dances were now over. I nodded and told the girls that we had had fun. They gave us both a peck on the cheeks and I staggered out to the main area. Having just had the best VIP dances of my life, I was now officially ready to go.

On the drive back to Amy's house, I told her to take off all of her clothes. I then began massaging her tits. I wanted to finger fuck her, but it was a little uncomfortable because of the center console. I told her she could touch her pussy on the way home, but that she was not allowed to come. I told her that if she made herself come, I would fuck her ass when we got home. She laughed and said that I was being cruel. I pulled to a stop light and told her that I was serious. I did not want her to come before we got home. If she disobeyed, I would fuck her ass. She pulled at the outside of her pussy lips and sunk two fingers inside. I again warned her that she could do whatever she wanted, but that I was the only one that was allowed to make her come tonight. Amy closed her eyes as we got back on the Interstate and played with her clit. I could see that she thought I was joking, so I grabbed her arm and told her to be careful and that I was not kidding. 

She looked at me and begged, "Please let me come. I didn't come in the restaurant while you played with my pussy. You made me show everyone in the club my pussy. Then, you got two girls to play with my clit and finger me, but they didn't get a chance to finish me off. I am dying over here and I have to come immediately." She then made my car seat lean back and she worked herself into an orgasm. When I thought she was finished, she began to feverishly run her clit again and reached a second climax. When she caught her breath, she looked up at me and told me she didn't have a choice. There was no way she could have waited. 

I didn't say anything for the next five minutes. Amy began to get worried, and she tried to get me to say that I understood, and that it was OK to get herself off. I was thinking. She had been an amazingly good sport, and I had just had the best night of my life. But, if I let her get off with directly disobeying me, even with direct warnings, would I lose my power for the rest of the weekend. I decided that I would have to follow up on my threat. I had never fucked a girl in the ass. But, I badly wanted to fuck this hot girl in the ass. I wondered if she had directly disobeyed so that I would. 

I exited the interstate and asked her if she had any KY jelly at her house. She told me that she did not. I pulled into an all night convenience store and got out of the car. She was still completely naked so she couldn't go in and get it. I came back with the KY jelly and handed the sack to her. She looked inside and her eyes got big. "OK. I can tell you want me to obey. But, it was a physiological thing. I couldn't control myself. I had to come. It was a medical necessity."

I responded, "I told you that I wanted to fuck you in the ass this weekend anyway. You directly disobeyed my instructions. I even gave you multiple warnings. Now, you have to face the consequences of your actions."

"But, I have done so many things for you already tonight. You have to admit that this was the best sex of your entire life. I mean, I sucked your cock and swallowed your come in a restaurant. I got up and danced on stage totally naked in front of strange men."

"I told you that you had to do what I wanted the entire weekend. You are my sex slave. This is going to happen." 

I pulled into her driveway and we got out of the car. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. I thought she was going to try and barricade the door, but she came out after about five minutes. She had a distressed look on her face. She sat me down on the bed and stood in front of me.

"I have done everything that you requested all day. I let you fuck me in the office. I crawled to you like some wanton slut. I swallowed your come in the office to finish you off. I left that office leaving my bra and panties behind for your souvenirs. I fucked your brains out in my house earlier tonight. That ended with you again coming in my mouth. Only that time, I had to let some of it fall out of my mouth like some porn star so I could rub it onto my tits. Then, I got to swallow again. Next, you made me suck your cock in a restaurant and swallow you for a third time. I don't swallow come in my normal life. Not only are you fucking me at will, but you are making me do things I don't normally do. Now, I have already told you that I have never had anal sex. I want to save that for my husband. Please, show some compassion and let's just have straight sex. Please leave my ass alone."

I exploded back at her. "I have told you many times that the only way I will forget everything that you have done, and cover up your crime, is if you act as my sex slave for the entire weekend. It is only Friday night and you are now refusing to do as I instruct. I told you when you made the deal that nothing was off limits. I specifically told you that if I wanted your ass, you had to give it to me. Now, I am telling you that I want your ass now, so give it to me."

She looked at me and began to cry. I told her that crying would not make me stop. I was either going to fuck her ass right now, or I was going to leave, and she could await the indictment on Monday.

"Please," she cried. "I am begging you; please don't fuck my virgin ass. Haven't you had enough? Please show some compassion."

I stood up now, and I spoke very slowly. "You have a decision to make. You can tell me to leave, and I will leave right now, but our deal will be off. I will pass your crimes up to my bosses, and you will be prosecuted. Or, you can go into the bathroom, wipe all of the tears off of your face, and come back into this room. You will get on all fours, and put KY jelly on your ass. You will massage the KY into your ass with your fingers, and I will begin by fucking your pussy. After I have decided that I have had enough of your pussy, I am going to stick my cock in your ass. I am going to be gentle at first so as not to hurt you, but once you are used to my cock in your ass, I am going to pound your ass. So, what's it going to be?"

She turned quickly and went into the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes, I told her that she better be on that bed in five minutes, or I was going to leave and consider our deal off.

She came out of the bathroom and didn't look at me. She grabbed the KY jelly and opened it. Then she took off her clothes and got on all fours on the bed as instructed. She poured the KY on her ass and it leaked to her pussy. She massaged it all around her ass and then stuck one of her fingers in her ass. Then, she put two fingers inside as an attempt to loosen it up for my cock. I got behind her and I put my cock in her pussy. With all of the lubrication from the KY leaking down, it was very wet. I pumped in her pussy for about three minutes and then I decided that I wanted her ass. I pulled out of her pussy and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass. I slowly pushed in and my cock didn't immediately fit. I got the impression that she was clenching her ass to not let me in. I smacked her ass with my right hand and told her, "You need to unclench your ass right now. If I have to force it in, it is going to hurt a lot worse." Then, I smacked her ass again for good measure.

I pushed again on her ass, and she appeared to be trying to relax and let me in. I got part of the head in and then the lubrication took over and the entire head slipped in. She cried out in pain and I had second thoughts. This wasn't just coercion. This was outright rape. But, I started thinking with the little head and I pushed myself all of the way in. She cried out again in pain. I held still while she clenched her entire body. I hoped that as she got used to my cock in her ass, the sex would be less painful. I slowly moved my cock about halfway out and then back in again. The lubrication helped and after a few more strokes, it felt much more normal. It was like a really hard suction blow job that I had received in college. It felt really good, and I began to pick up the pace. I was now fucking her with the same intensity that I had fucked her pussy before. I told her to rub her clit and come on my cock. She did as told and I could feel her ass getting even tighter. I was close to coming when I heard her pant that she was coming and I shot my load deep in her ass. I made a couple of additional strokes so that she could finish her orgasm. I fell on top of her with my cock still in her ass. She pulled my cock out of her and went in the bathroom and shut the door.

I went to the door to see if she was OK. She told me to go to bed. I laid on the bed and she came out about twenty minutes later. She looked at me and asked if she could sleep on the couch tonight. I felt terrible and told her that was OK. I walked out to the main room and told her that she could have the bed. I had gone too far and that I was sorry. She looked up at me with hate in her eyes and walked into the bedroom. I laid down on the couch and went to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Audit of Mistress Karen Keys



AUTHOR'S NOTE: Change of pace for me, exploring the BDSM realm, this of older dominatrix controlling a younger woman. Ass and pussy worship, whipping, strap on sex, face sitting, smothering, nipple torture and other delights are contained here, so enjoy if that's to your liking...

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Karen Keys waited. It was 10 a.m. The appointment was for 9:45. And Karen Keys was not a woman who liked to be kept waiting.

She sat in her living room, a spacious place of high-end furnishing, paintings and large windows overlooking the ocean. She'd done well in her 64 years of life, marrying young, divorcing well and investing her half of her ex-husband's company's profits into real estate. And then in later life, when she didn't need the money, she found another calling, one suited to her controlling ways.

Dominatrix. She'd known about the trade, or "craft," as she preferred calling it, and did her research before starting out at 54. Now 10 years later, she was doing well. Many were the clients, older, well-to-do older men mostly, who liked her look and style. She was tall and strong, muscular even for a woman in her age range, with bright silver hair, penetrating blue eyes, high cheekbones and a brilliant smile. And mind to match.

She'd always paid her taxes, taking deductions like everyone else and never had a problem. But now she'd gotten an audit notice. From one Dana Collins, whom she imagined to be an eager young man trying to make a name for himself. The chief concern was, according to his emails to her, the claims she made on office space. He would come by to verify, the audit letter stated.

Her "office" was her dungeon. Her occupation was one listed as "behavioral consultant." 

She tapped the audit notice in her hand as she waited, dressed in a smart simple black business suit, shortish black skirt, nylons and blouse. She heard a car pull up and looked out.

"My, my, my," she smiled to herself.

Dana Collins was a woman. Young, early 20s, Karen surmised, pretty and round, short black hair and big round eyes, a bit thickly built, wearing black slacks and blazer, very officious looking. She gathered up her valise and came up the steps, a stern look on her face.

Karen answered before Dana could knock and was standing with hands poised to do so as the door opened.

"Ah, Miss Collins," Karen said politely. "You're a bit late."

"Uh, yes, yes, traffic," the young woman said a bit taken aback at the observation of tardiness, walking ahead of the sexy older woman leading her to the living room. "And please, call me Agent Collins."

"Very well, young lady," Karen cooed with an edge in her tone.

Dana thought about correcting her, then demurred. She was always in control, in charge, in her scant one year on the job. But this woman's demeanor was unsettling. She seemed to be in control, in charge. And it made Dana uneasy.

"Now, about your claim of office space," Dana said, turning to rifle through her papers, not looking at Karen, who stared at her with a slight smile on her face, the gentlest of puckered skin around her mouth.

"Here," Karen said, walking up the stairs leading to her loft office. "Follow me."

Her first inclination, when she saw the rather butch-looking agent get out of her car, was she was a lesbian. Now Karen walked slowly up the steps, Dana behind her, and she could feel her eyes on her flexing calves, the sexy muscles flowing under her dark nylons, and her remarkably well-shaped ass pressed against her skirt.

"This could be fun," she thought to herself.

Dana looked around the small space with desk, filing cabinet, computer, printer and other basic gear. She turned to look at Karen, after consulting her sheet.

"Uh, I don't think this is anywhere close to what you've claimed, Ms. Keys," she said.

For an instant, Karen thought of correcting her. She smiled, preferring to wait.

"Of course it isn't, but you haven't seen it all, my dear," Karen said politely. "Now, downstairs if you would..."

They made their way down the stairs, Karen again feeling Dana's furtive eyes on her, and down the hall to a door leading to the basement. She waited until they were fully down the stairs and around a corner and into a door Karen held open before snapping on the lights.

The gasp was audible, a sharp drawn breath. It pleased Karen.

"What the..." Dana said in disbelief.

"A dungeon, Agent Collins, it is a dungeon," Karen said, walking confidently into the middle of it. "It is what I use for my behavioral consulting."

Dana took it all in, or tried to. The walls were painted dark burgundy, and on them were racks of straps, leather straps thick and nasty looking, straps of cut leather strips, paddles of all sizes and shape, metal ones of waffle design. There was a cage, small and confining. There was a stock, with cutouts for the head and arms, and an X-frame, wooden and black, with cuffs on each corner. Another rack held handcuffs and ankle cuffs, metal and leather. There was a rack, a torture device for stretching. In one cupboard by another wall, a collection of dildos and strapons, of varying length and fitness. In the center was a small ring, a wrestling ring.

Dana shook her head, trying to make sense of it.

"My dungeon, Agent Collins, IS my office!" Karen announced brightly, spreading her hands, smiling a beaming smile. "Do tell me you know such businesses exist?"

"Uh, yes, sure I do, but I...I've never...I'll have to consult...ask someone," she stammered, completely rattled now.

Just where Karen wanted her.

"Now, Agent Collins," Karen said with a darkening tone of voice, walking up to the stunned agent. "You can't tell me this doesn't fascinate you."

It wasn't a question.

"No, it doesn't, it's just..." Dana continued to stammer.

"Do tell me, Agent Collins," Karen said, walking slowly to the whip rack and picking up a bright red suede flogger, playfully and gently slapping her other palm with it, the rustling snapping sound causing Dana's eyes to widen. "Are you a lesbian?"

The eyes went wider still, shocked but angry.

"What?" she asked. "Lesbian? I do not think my sexual orientation has anything to do with anything we're here to discuss, Ms. Keys..."

The slap caught her by surprise. It was practiced and accurate and stinging, a backhand across her chubby face. Dana's head snapped one way and slowly came back to front, glaring at the smiling woman before her.

"That's MISTRESS Karen to you," she snarled, now cupping Dana's reddening face in one hand and stepping inches from it. "Bitch!"

"I am an agent of the federal government and you will face prosecu..."

She never finished. Karen forced her mouth over the agent's, kissing her wetly and deeply, forcing her amazingly long tongue inside and nearly choking her. Dana's eyes were wide open staring into Karen's, which remained cool and confident and narrowed.

Something in Dana stirred. She fought it, not liking the feeling. She tried to regain control, tried to remember her status as a federal agent with full powers. 

But she froze. She was, of course, a lesbian and quite used to kissing other women. But never one so old. And never one so in control. She struggled to break the kiss. Karen slammed her back into a the X-frame and expertly and quickly snapped the agent's hands to the cuffs. She broke away, smiling.

"What the fuck!" Dana screamed, regaining her composure and looking up and back at her impossibly confined hands, wiggling them in the metal cuffs, jangling noises filling the air.

"Precisely," Karen giggled, kneeling to now cuff her feet.

She walked slowly to her, playfully whipping the whip gently over her tits and belly and thighs. She dropped it and began unbuttoning the agent's blouse, exposing her creamy thick belly and tits. Yanking the bra down, Karen pulled out Dana's big white jugs and thick brown nipples.

"No...no please...don't do this, Ms. Keys, I'm warning you," she begged.

"YOU are warning ME?" Karen roared, pulling aside the blouse further and then unsnapping the agent's pants. "And again, it's MISTRESS Karen, bitch."

The pain was searing, underlined with pleasure which Dana fought as Karen emphasized her point by grabbing those thick brown nipples in her slender strong fingers and twisting them slowly, side to side, then pulling them out. The thick white tits stretched out with the nipples which were yanked into brown strands of agonized flesh

Karen's cunt went wet at the screams.

She twisted Dana's nipples a bit more, then let them go. The agent's body writhed before her. Karen stood up on the X-frame platform, by her side, licking slowly up her neck and then dipping her tongue into Dana's ear. The agent shivered.

"Nice, nice," Karen cooed, now biting the lobe until Dana yelped in pain. "You like this, I can tell..."

"NO!" Dana groaned, trying to pull her head away. "I do NOT like this and order you to stop!"

Karen laughed, running her tongue down her face and clamping her teeth to the nearest nipple, growling as she chewed on it, like a dog with a bone. Dana screamed again, twisting on the rack. Karen slipped one hand into the loosened pants.

"Well, well, well, you little cunt!" she barked, fingering the shaven quim, the lips wet and slick. "You lied to me, bitch! You DO like this, your disgusting pussy is soaking wet!"

"No...," Dana groaned, unable to fight the pleasurable feeling of Karen's hand in her pussy, fingers expertly running into her slit, her thumb dribbling her engorged clit. "Please...dear God, please, no..."

"You are a lezzie bitch aren't you!" Karen laughed, fingering the agent's pussy harder and faster. "Tell me!"

"Yes, yes, YES, OK?" she yelled. "I am a lesbian, but for Chrissakes, stop, this is insane and...illegal!"

"HA!" Karen laughed. "It's only illegal if you don't consent, and honey from what I'm fingering, you're consenting!"

She fingered the cunt furiously now, getting Dana to the edge, feeling her body tremble and pussy gush cream onto her fingers. And then she stopped, suddenly, pulling her hand out and holding up the glistening digits before her face, smelling them deeply. 

"I love young pussy," she sighed, now forcing the fingers into Dana's protesting mouth to be licked clean. "I do have female clients, my dear, trust me, I know what I'm doing with you..."

"Please don't," Dana begged after licking her own cunt cream from her fingers and Karen pulled them out. "Please, Ms...Mistress...Miss..."

"Go on, say it, fucking say it, bitch, go on, it'll do you good," Karen laughed, coaxing the confused agent.

"Mistress...Karen..." Dana relented, head hanging on her chest.

"Good, good," Karen cooed. "Now rest up, I'll be right back."

Dana's mind was a whirl of confusion and desperation. She was an agent of the federal government, sworn to uphold her duties, but found herself giving in to this madwoman's relentless domination. She'd been dominated before, but playfully, gently. And she had dominated other woman more often than being submissive, and loved the control, the sexual authority.

Now with the tables turned decidedly in her mistress's favor, she never felt hornier in her life. She fought it but felt herself losing the battle.

Especially a few moments later when Mistress Karen returned. She'd changed her clothes, and now strode in wearing knee-high black leather boots, black nylons and garter with black leather thong, very tight leather bodice that pushed her nearly naked old tits out of the confining space and elbow-length black leather gloves. Her sexy silver hair was pulled into a tight bun.

"No...no please...Mis...Mistress Karen, no more...I'll just go...please..." Dana begged, tears in her eyes.

Karen said nothing, and was not smiling, firmly in dominatrix mode now. She held before her a small chain connecting fierce looking nipple clamps. She snapped them onto Dana's thick brown nubs, screwing them on tight, eliciting wails of agony.

Karen undid the cuffs and moved quickly, taking advantage of the agent's stunned condition, tearing off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and shivering and compliant. She tugged the chain, eliciting more screams, and snapped her into the stand-up stock, the wooden frame coming down over her neck and hands and locked into place.

"Enjoy," Karen growled darkly, walking behind her, eyeing the thick fleshy white ass, bared and quivering.

The sting of the lash consumed Dana, the first stroke hard but not cutting, just enough to get her attention. Karen raised her muscular old arm and struck again. And again. Each blow harder, more urgent, each blow causing fresh, desperate cries of pain. She was using the bright red flogger, the strips of leather bringing bright equally red striped welts to her moaning victim's ass. 

Then she stopped. Dana tensed, anticipating. Karen knelt, spreading Dana's legs and rudely inserting four fingers into the agent's sopping cunt, curling the thumb and twisting, hard and sure, until her whole hand popped inside the spacious twat.

"OWWWWW!!" she screamed, clamping down on the hand trying to expel it.

"Roomy bitch," Karen mused, biting the quivering ass flesh, adding bite marks to the crossed welts there. "You've been fisted before, you cunt, don't tell me you haven't!"

She rammed her hand in hard, deeper, going past the wrist and now stopping to spread her fingers, gaping the squirming agent's twat. Dana had never felt pain like this before. Or pleasure. Her mind was a blur of confusion and want.

The ass brutality continued as Karen picked up a waffle paddle, smashing it onto Dana's quivering ass meat, leaving horrific round welts now, as she continued to twist and grind her hand into the accommodating cunt. Karen smiled widely. She so enjoyed her work.

She tortured the agent for long moments more before slipping her hand out of Dana's cunt and walking before her. The flesh gleamed with pussy juice. Karen held it to her face.

"Smell it," she snarled. "Smell your filthy cunt!"

Dana obeyed, consumed by desire. Karen laughed and held it closer.

"Lick your filth from my hand, bitch!"

Dana madly lapped the pungent slime from her mistress's fingers, palms, thumb and wrist, devouring her juices as Karen smiled a dark smile at her. When the task was done, Karen walked slowly to the dildo bin, picking up a nasty, foot-long strap on, black and knobbed. She fitted it to her waist and walked back, the dick bobbing before her as she stroked it with a gloved hand. She stepped onto a box before the stock and slapped Dana's stunned face with it, back and forth. Then she cupped the face and rammed her faux bone deep into her mouth.

"Suck dick, bitch," Karen growled, holding Dana's ears in her hands and thrusting in. "Suck my dick that will fuck your fat ass!"

Tears streamed down Dana's face as she tried her best to ingest Karen's thrusting cock, but not having experience with the real thing, nor much of the fake variety with her various lesbian encounters, found herself gagging and choking. Angrily, Karen yanked the cock from her mouth and brutally slapped Dana's sputtering face with it, her mouth open in scream, thick rivers of drool cascading to the floor below.

"You'll pay for that, bitch," Karen snapped.

She walked behind the crying agent, opening her thick cheeks and probing the tight rectal ring with her fingers, which she wet with Dana's spit soaking her cock. She slammed one inside, then two, three, four, spreading them, yanking open the resistant muscle until it went slack and accommodating.

"Fucking bitch," Karen laughed darkly. "You've done ass play before! Then this won't hurt at ALL!"

But it did. Karen reamed her ass harder before tearing her fingers out and boning it deep with the dildo strapped to her slender hips. Dana howled in agony, agony giving way to pleasure as Karen plunged fake-balls deep into her madly quaking ass.

"Yeah, that's it, baby bitch, that's my little fucking agent, that's right, that's right, here's your audit, you sickening cow, your fucking ASS fucking audit!" Karen growled, pounding away at Dana's ass, slicing her huge black dick in and out, the thick white ass a constant undulation of fleshy waves.

Tiring of the anal assault, Karen tugged the thick cock from Dana's ass, marveling at the gape left behind. She retrieved one of her biggest butt plugs and stuffed it into the anal cave, popping it deep, the muscles clamping it into place. She walked before the stock, unlocking it, lifting the tormented victim from its bonds and leading her to the ring, tugging on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, which bit viciously into Dana's anguished nipples.

"Some of my clients like to wrestle...well, for me to wrestle and them to suffer," Karen said, tossing Dana into the ring and climbing under the ropes to stand over her. "Now then..."

The next half hour was a painful blur, as the proficient dominatrix whipped Dana around the ring, slamming her into the ropes and turnbuckles and unleashing a full litany of savage holds on her. At one point, she sat behind her, her muscular thighs scissoring her fat middle, squeezing hard and bending her ribs to the breaking point while her gloved arms wrapped around the chubby throat in a sleeper that brought the groggy agent to the edge of sleep.

"My legs and arms are very strong, aren't they Agent Collins...no, make that SLAVE Collins!" Karen growled, biting Dana's ear and cinching down with her legs, her locked leather boots creaking loudly as they twisted together. "I could break your ribs, you know, I HAVE broken slave's ribs before!"

"No...please...no..." Dana gurgled.

Karen let go the holds only to pull her victim's dazed head back, fully capturing them in her powerful thighs, sitting behind her and applying savage pressure with her scissor hold. Dana screamed in pain as she felt her jawbones compress and skull plates grind against each other. She palmed the amazingly muscular old thighs, feeling the silky flesh above Karen's nylon tops, steel in her trembling fingers. Karen laughed darkly and squeezed harder, the effort bulking up her chiseled thighs harder as the flesh of them quivered and vibrated from the intense scissoring.

"I'm going to knock you out in my scissors, bitch," she announced matter-of-factly, cupping one calf up into Dana's throat, the booted muscle cracking into her windpipe, the blood supply to her brain curtailed, instantly making her dizzy, her extremities tingling. "I have very strong legs for an old lady, don't I?"

Dana tried to respond, but couldn't speak. Her trembling hands fell helplessly to the side, and it felt like her head would explode in Karen's crushing leg grip. She passed out cold, her body convulsing. Karen laughed a maniacal laugh and ground her pussy into the back of her victim's head as it did.

She awoke on the rack, stretched out fully, naked and shivering, arm and leg sockets burning in pain. Karen stood by her and laughed, attaching a vibrator to her cunt, strapping it into place.

"I'm not totally heartless," she said. "You may cum now. And you may not stop cumming."

The orgasm swept over her body fully, her flesh alive and prickly, her cunt gushing cum, her mouth open in a howl. Karen watched, laughing, and yanked mercilessly on the chain, the clamps biting brutally hard into the nipples, adding to the pain-pleasure continuum. Dana writhed on the rack, hardly able to move, as the orgasm abated. And the vibrator continued to thrum against her very sensitive clit.

She screamed, begging for Karen to stop the post-orgasm torment of her pussy. The mistress stifled her screams by climbing on the rack, pulling off her thong, and settling her very wet, very hairy and very ripe-smelling cunt onto that screaming mouth.

"Eat me, Slave Collins," she purred, spreading her asscheeks and spearing her furry rectum with Dana's nose, clamping it shut in the silky, smelly muscles. "Eat me..."




The Audit of Mistress Karen Keys



Dana obeyed, slicing her tongue into her mistress's pussy, deep and hard, thrusting it in and out as Karen ground her clit onto her chin and mouth. She was completely trapped in her mistress's grip, nose and eyes lost in her muscular old ass, mouth and face sealed in scorching hot, hairy cunt. She struggled to breathe, her lungs burning. Mistress Karen came with a thundering roar and punishing snapping motion of her hips, nearly drowning her slave with her gushing juices.

Dana passed out, suffocated to unconsciousness, unable to breathe. When she woke, her pussy was aflame with pain and pleasure as the vibrator continued to throb against her aching clit. She blinked her eyes open and stared into the slightly saggy meat of Karen's descending ass, the puckered ring winking at her.

"Suck my asshole, bitch," Karen snarled, sitting back and positioning her rectal ring on Dana's moaning mouth. "Suck my asshole..."

Dana obliged, sealing off the anal circle with her lips and sucking hard, feeling the meaty inner walls extrude against her lips and tongue. She sucked harder, groaning, her cunt pulsating against the vibrator, tender and aching, and felt herself cum, again and again, big orgasms and small, all excruciatingly painful and pleasurable. The meaty asshole filled her mouth and now she thrust her tongue deep into the milking muscles of it.

"I did NOT say TONGUE my asshole!" Karen screamed. "Now, for THAT indiscretion..."

She felt Karen's belly rumble, felt the ass smothering her face ripple, felt that asshole in her mouth tremble and then unleash a red-hot torrent of foul air as the dominatrix thundered long, bellowing blasts of farts into Slave Collins's mouth and down her throat. The stench was overpowering and fetid, moist and disgusting. And as she gulped her mistress's rippling farts down, Dana came harder than ever, screaming into the wide-open ass on her face and drenching the vibrator mindlessly thrumming against her clit.

Karen laughed as she felt the orgasm beneath her, finally dismounting moments later, looking down at the writhing agent stretched tight on the rack. She undid the vibrator and unlocked her slave's hands and ankles. Dana could not move a muscle and could only lay quietly and moan.

"Now then, Slave Collins," Karen cooed, straddling the docile agent's body and yanking off the nipple clamps, bending to suckle the tortured nipples. "Have we reached some sort of audit accord?"

"My...my job...just doing...my job...," Dana groaned, barely awake and then screaming as Karen bit her nipples hard.

"And I'm just doing mine, Slave Collins," she said curtly, dismounting her victim and rolling her off to the floor.

Dana found herself on her back, legs up and over her head, Karen pulling out the butt plug and fastening another strap-on dildo around her slender waist, this one bigger, thicker and meaner than the last, a two-foot long, rock-hard tube of angry black latex, ribbed and wet, attached to an electrical cord. She screamed as Karen fisted the beer-can thick head to her ass cave and rammed it home.

The pain-pleasure line was harder to find now. Dana screamed a guttural primal scream as she felt her bowels fill and tremble with her mistress's relentlessly plunging cock, spearing her insides, feeling as if she'd be split up the middle. But then Karen tripped the switch she held in her hand and the cock came to electric life, vibrating madly in her gripping anal cavity, sending tremors of sheer raw pleasure coursing through her body.

"That's more like it, bitch," Karen growled, flailing away with her dildo, slapping it in and out of Dana's wide-open ass.

The orgasms were endless again as during the fucking, Karen ramming four fingers into Dana's cunt and rubbing her thumb on the engorged clit. She bent her in half, doubling her over, Dana's knees on either side of her head, her back rippling with pain but the pleasure overriding it. Karen stood on spread legs, boots planted on the floor, powering her dildo hard, her own ass quivering and flexing in meaty waves of sexy old muscle as she fucked her victim into a cum coma.

Dana never squirted before, but was now as Karen fingered her cunt and punished her clit and tore her cock deeper and harder into her ass, a thick, ropy geyser of girl cum that Karen expertly aimed at her victim's face, torrents of goo splashing onto it, coating it, rivers of it gushing into her open, screaming mouth, filling it. Dana found herself having to swallow repeatedly to keep from drowning in her own cum. Karen was relentless, pounding harder, turning the vibrating dick up to full power, the thick latex trembling madly and agonizingly pleasurable in Dana's ravaged bowels.

When the mistress finally tired and slowed her fucking and pulled out, marveling at the thick gaping asshole left behind, gleaming red meat within, she laughed and let Dana's trembling legs back down. She lay flat atop her now, unsnapping her strapon and tossing it aside, straddling the moaning girl and lapping her cum from her face. She came up with a mouthful, cheeks full, and attached her lips to Dana, shooting the load inside, a female snowball that nearly gagged its donor. Their tongues flashed around each others, the juicy slime jetting back and forth between their mouths.

"Now then, Slave Collins," Karen said, standing slowly. "Get dressed."

Slowly, very slowly and never taking her eyes off Karen, Dana pulled her clothes back on, every muscle in her body aching. Her ass and cunt burned from abuse, her ribs and head ached from being squeezed in legs, her own legs trembled and barely held her up as she struggled to pull her clothes back on.

Karen didn't say a word, waiting for her to dress and leading her upstairs. They sat in the living room, Dana sitting exhausted on the sofa, her open valise on her lap. She slowly pulled out her audit sheet.

"Do we have an understanding, Agent Collins?" Karen asked politely but pointedly.

"I...I have to think...I..." Dana mumbled, looking away.

Karen smiled.

"Very well," she said. "But you should know I taped our entire encounter. I wonder what your superiors would think if they saw it. I suspect you're trying to make a name for yourself at the agency, and I do think they would not take kindly to this...this side of you."

"That's...that's blackmail," Dana said uncertainly.

"That's right," Karen said pleasantly.

Dana could only nod her head. She looked at the audit sheet and checked off "compliant." She signed it.

"Very well," she said, standing finally on trembling legs. "But may I ask a small favor in return?"

Karen cocked her head and smiled.

"Yes, of course you can," she said with a sexy purr. "You can come back anytime...I like!"

She walked the submissive agent to the door. Dana turned to face her.

"And of course, you will pay my full fee," Karen said. "In cash. Which I will NOT be claiming on my taxes. Understood? Slave Collins?"

Dana's pussy trembled as she nodded.

"Of course," she sighed. "Mistress Karen. Of course."



The Audition



I've only been in the city about a week, six days, still impressed by the number of people walking the sidewalks of the Big Apple.

A bus ride and now a fairly long walk to the studio; it had taken me a while to figure out and join the navigation on the sidewalks with two way and crossing traffic that seemed never to bump into each other. Only occasionally when someone backed out of a shop doorway or was chasing a youngster, did the moving human road have to adjust and slide around the blockage.

Of course I watched girls, I'm a guy, right?

All kinds of them, better at certain times of the day; coffee break, lunch, and now, various and assorted lovely ladies moving towards the audition studio. Standing at the traffic light, watching all the girls go by, old song: 'you can't find a better occupation...'

On the move again I was startled by a tug at my jacket sleeve from behind. I glanced slightly down at the flashing eyes of a dark haired girl who seemed angry with me. "What?" I asked in a curious voice.

"You know what!"

I shook my head, "No, Miss, I really don't, what..."

"You looked at me that way!"

I blinked my eyes, "I don't remember even seeing you..."

She kept interrupting; I put on a shallow smile as she moved around in front of me, halting my steps.

"You looked me right in the eyes, no one does that, and I could tell what you were thinking!"

I took a deep breath as a flash memory zipped across my eyes, "Oh, I did look into your eyes. Not on purpose, I just was looking at all the pretty girls as I walked, you know, full scan, taking in the whole person, but you, something drew me to..."

"You wanted me! Like a piece of meat! It was in your eyes, it still is, but you won't look at me, why not?"

I hesitated, wondering what to say next. I didn't want to just walk away, I am now curious and interested. "I don't think I will apologize for looking at you as a man does a woman. You dress to attract, I was attracted, I looked; you are interpreting that look as you want, it was just a glance, a quick glance, nothing more."

"I get looks and glances all the time, but never like yours. I mean guys ogle me and I see lust in their eyes, but you, God, you devoured me, ate me alive...took me with your eyes. I lost my breath, I shivered."

"All in one quick glance? Hardly."

"Look, I know what I felt, what you made me feel, I..."

This time I interrupted her, "I have an appointment, I have to go, I am sorry I offended you, it was not intended." I stepped aside and continued down the sidewalk. People had automatically curved around us, not really noticing, a part of the learned navigation.

The entrance to the audition studio was around the side of the building, down a curved stone path surrounded and overhung by thick green shrubbery, a really pretty walk. I heard her heels clacking behind me, then she was right alongside and in my face again.

"You can't just walk away from a person like that, it's rude!"

The flash was in her eyes again and her posture confrontive, 'in your face' again. I inhaled deeply, gave her a look that opened her eyes; she took a step back.

"You wouldn't!"

But I did.

An arm quickly around her waist, my hand across her mouth, I lifted and swung her around behind a bush and up against a brick wall as she struggled and tried to bite my hand.

I didn't give her a chance. I took her small wrists in one hand, pinched her nose until she opened her mouth to breathe then covered her mouth with mine as I groped her chest and forced my right leg between her thighs.

She struggled and fought as I continued to try to kiss her and run my hands over every part of her I could reach. The look in her eyes...she was furious, really mad, I didn't stop.

I chased her mouth all over her face as she wriggled and moved her head back and forth to avoid me. I put a hand in her long soft hair and my face in her neck and kissed the softness below her ear, down, under her chin and up to the other ear and then back to her mouth.

We were breathing so fast and hard that I felt dizzy, I wondered what she was feeling. I used my fingers on the sides of her mouth and squished her lips together in a smooch looking mouth and then I kissed it, hard.

She continued struggling for a moment then I felt her rise against my thigh first, rub her breasts against my chest and then answer my hard kiss with one of her own.

Then it was that crazy, exciting clutching and grabbing and mouth and tongues and tastes and moans and groans...

"Cut!...Stop action, that's a take..."

I heard it, weak and far away and kept on kissing and groping; so did she.

"All right, you guys, I said CUT, Damnit, so like, stop already!"

I really just stopped to take a breath, so did she; but the moment was gone.

"Nice job you two, nobody ever gets it on the first take. Congratulations, we can use this; make some bucks for you."

We both just stood there, clasped together breathing fast and deep unable to speak just yet.

"Hey you guys! The scene's over, you're off the clock! Knock it off!"

"Gosh..." she whispered.

"Yeah, me too, uh, you were acting, right?"

"Sure, just like you were, right?"

"

Adrian..."

"Tinity, T I n I t y, nobody gets it..."

"Never heard the name before; Tinity, Tinitty, Tinityyy...?"

She laughed, her first, a nice melodic laugh, all girl. "Just a plain, 'Tinity', the way it's spelled, no special pronunciation."

"What does it mean?" 

"Nothing, my mom just made it up to be different."

"It sure is; do you like your name?"

"Hated it all through high school, then, well it got to be okay."

"University?"

"Yeah, you go first."

"Socal..."

"Wow, USC! Great acting school there, one of the best!"

"You.?"

She blushed and smiled and sparkled, "Julliard, with honors, so there, southern California actor guy!"

"I'm impressed, the best of the best, song and dance...?

"Whatever they want, I can do...some better than others..."

"Wanna go for coffee?"

I want to eat! Always nervous before an audition, especially this one. Was my breath all right" Please say yes."

"Delicious...ah..."

"What?"

"Nothing; where would you like to eat?"

"Italian; I know a real nice place. Great lunch and not pricey."

"Sounds good to me." 





amicus



The Audition



by BrettJ © 2014

Phoenix Kelly was not normally the type of young woman who got nervous at job interviews. In the entirety of her 25 years, she had gotten every job she had applied for. She knew that two things always worked in her favor – her confidence and her alarming good looks.

Phoenix had always been an unusual child and it wasn't only her name. From a young age, she was the kind of girl that got noticed the minute she entered a room. Her dark and exotic beauty made her stand out in the mostly-white schools she attended as a "military brat". Forced to entertain herself because of their constant moves, Phoenix discovered books and another factor in her uniqueness was discovered – she had uncanny retention. By the age of 11, she already knew more about life than many students already in high school. Much of her time in school was spent alone because the other students couldn't keep up with her academically. More often than not, the lovely young girl was miles ahead in the curriculum.

Phoenix grew as a human being and in the physical sense as well. By her tenth birthday, she was nearing 6' in height, stopping just two inches shy of that. She was already beautiful and none of her clothes could hide the fact that she was going to be exquisite in her beauty. She would be able to succeed either because of her exceptional mind or her exceptional beauty. The wise-beyond-her-years Phoenix chose to do both. Her parents set the example that Phoenix chose to live by. No one was going to put her into any category and tell her she had to be any one thing or the other. She would take life as she desired and on her own terms.

Initially, the other boys and girls were somewhat trepidatious around the lovely and intelligent young woman. Once again, Phoenix rose above the storm and realized that she could be somewhat intimidating. She sought to rectify that in several ways. She acted and performed in most of the school plays and musicals, showing a flair for music and comedy. She didn't always seek out the lead and made friends with the others in the cast. By the time she entered high school, finally settling in Glendale, California, the gorgeous young Phoenix burned as brightly as her namesake. She had friends and academic goals and was a very happy young woman.

It certainly didn't hurt matters any that she finally had a place to call home and a neighborhood to live in instead of army bases. For the first time in her young life, Phoenix Kelly had the one thing she had always wanted – an active social life. Now when she made friends, she knew that she would be able to make plans with them in advance. She went on real dates with real people and had fun and laughter and even got into trouble for the first time in her life. Her parents didn't seem to be pleased, although Phoenix was sure she saw her mother smile a bit the first time she came home a bit inebriated. Phoenix had also enjoyed her first real passionate kiss that same evening. Dale's kisses had made her head spin, that was the alibi she presented to her parents.

They seemed to accept that at face value, which made Phoenix breathe a sigh of relief. You see, she had left out one small detail. Dale was Dale Reilly, a tall, leggy, busty blonde who was captain of the cheerleading squad and Phoenix's current crush.

Over time, Phoenix would come to accept her sexuality and she already knew her parents would have no real issue with her bisexuality. Phoenix was very much aware that her own mom had "dabbled" in the kooky era known as the 1980's. She just chose to keep her secrets and those of her lovers – and there were several of those.

Once the young and dusky stunner discovered sex, all bets were off. Dale introduced her to cock in a very risqué threesome in her parent's home, all the while her own parents were swinging with other couples. One of the men came downstairs in search of more wine and saw the girls making out. He asked if he could join in and Dale was more than willing. She had fucked "uncle" Frank on a few previous occasions and vouched to Phoenix of his sexual prowess. Nothing intimidated Phoenix, who proceeded to outfuck her girlfriend in every way humanly possible. When Frank left the girls two hours later, Dale teased her friend that fucking was probably the last thing on his mind. "You've got to be the fuckiest slut I know of!" Dale chirped happily. Phoenix took that as the compliment it was intended to be.

She left high school as far from a virgin as one could possibly be. She had turned eighteen in the midst of her final year and once legal, she took on as many comers as she found appealing. Topping her list were blondes, Asian girls and surfer gods. She also fucked a few of her teachers before graduating and had another threesome. This one was more in the advanced class – it was with Miss Mills, their gorgeous brunette principal and her husband, Clay. She thought to herself with a naughty smirk on her lips that if she had let Clay fuck her ass, she might have made valedictorian.

That was one of the things that Phoenix knew about herself from the get-go. She could not be coerced into doing she did not want and she always kept her wits about her. Despite the voracious sexual appetites the teenager and then, twenty-something young woman displayed, she always had her head on straight. Her diverse sex life did not detract from her studies. Phoenix worked as hard as she played. Her grades never suffered simply because she was horny. She just put her libido on the back burner and once she achieved her goal, she went hog-wild for a day or so. Her partners were usually quite grateful.

She entered university and found a few of her professors appealing and stuck to mostly girl-flings for a while. The other girls weren't as clingy and as she was now meeting several other girls from different schools, it was a veritable smorgasbord of pussy. She pledged a sorority, which led to her first job as a barista in a local Java Joint. One of the things Phoenix enjoyed almost as much as sex was a good cup of coffee, leading one of her girlfriends to give her the nickname "Coffee". There were the usual bawdy jokes about Coffee and Cream, but Phoenix took them in good fun.

Her job at the Java Joint led to her second job, working for Miss Veronique's Lingerie Emporium. Miss Veronique was a very successful local businesswoman, in fact, she had won the Entrepreneur of the Year award 3 years running. She often stopped in for a latte or tea before opening her store and she seemed to like Phoenix. That was fine with Phoenix as the feeling was more than mutual.

Miss Veronique was a tall, imposing and stunningly beautiful Danish blonde with more presence than any woman Phoenix had ever met. She was the first person in her life that had turned Phoenix into a yammering idiot. When she tendered her job offer, it was all that Phoenix could do not to jump up and down. For the first time, a problem presented itself. She didn't want to leave her job, friends and good customers at the Java Joint. Phoenix decided to make it work and alternated hours, managing to study on breaks and in slow times. Both sets of employers accommodated her, because having the sexy black girl there was money in the bank. They both knew people were coming into their businesses to stare at the gorgeous and tall beauty.

Phoenix was thrilled to have the opportunity to work for Miss Veronique. She would have worked for free, although she wisely kept that piece of information to herself. Miss Veronique could have had her sweeping floors all day long and she would have done so gladly.

Miss Veronique (she had been called that by her servants growing up and liked the sound of it) knew all too well what a treasure she had in the lovely black girl. When Phoenix showed up for her first day of work, she was "dressed for success". Veronique looked at the lovely college student and decided that simply would not do.

In under half an hour, Phoenix was "undressed for success". Veronique lured the girl into the back room of her store and dressed her up in the finest of lingerie. Then, after plying her with a few (unnecessary) libations she transformed the girl into her lover. The experienced lesbian left no part of Phoenix's body untouched, using her fingers as would a concert pianist to extract notes of joy from Phoenix's full, soft lips. Her tongue and the rest of her moved in accord and they finished their lovemaking session with a hot session of "scissors". When they emerged, another salesgirl was out front and smiled at the both of them. "You didn't close the store?" A horrified Phoenix asked her new employer.

"There was no need, Yvette was here and she is more than capable of handling anything that might arise," Veronique smiled and nodded in the other girl's direction.

"Buh-but we weren't exactly quiet!" Phoenix protested. "Someone might have heard us!"

"I am sure that someone did," Veronique said as she winked at Yvette mischievously. "Why do you think my store is such a huge success?"

Another woman might have been shocked or repulsed by Veronique's revelation. Another woman was not Phoenix, who found it somewhat exciting to learn that they might have been overheard. The black beauty fit in very well with the other store employees and soon became a favorite among all, Miss Veronique's new "pet". She was spoiled rotten, given lingerie and bonuses for no reason at all, save that her tongue knew all the spots of Miss V's body that made her howl like a she-wolf. She earned a lot of money being Miss Veronique's private little slut. Her lover even got her a nicer apartment than the one in which she had been living. On paper, Phoenix was still the tenant and was paying the rent. That was only an illusion, Miss Veronique had an arrangement with the landlady. Phoenix could never have afforded something so swanky on her salary, even though she was holding down two jobs with extra "benefits".

Phoenix didn't object at all to being a "kept" woman. Why shouldn't she use her best asset, her body, to get what she wanted out of life? She still possessed a facile mind, so she put that to use in other ways. Whatever money she did not need to spend on lingerie, rent or clothing went into a high-yielding savings account. She assessed by the time she was 30, if she stayed the present course, she would have enough money to live her life entirely on here won terms. Not that the terms she was living under now were unbearable, not by any means.

Some of her girlfriends chided her for her lifestyle, for taking gifts for sexual favors or for being a lesbian. Phoenix was a savvy babe who had answers for all of them. How could any of them criticize her when several of their boyfriends paid for everything?, she countered. To those critical of her current lesbian lifestyle, Phoenix had her own way of dealing with them.

She was working happily one afternoon when Veronique summoned her into the back. Since that first time, Phoenix had enjoyed several assignations in the rear of the store with her lover. This was not to be one of those times. Veronique was in the back, seated on the leather sofa and beside her, sat a statuesque, lovely redhead.

"This is Lilith," Veronique said as the woman stood up. She was wearing six inch heels and stood a good 3 inches taller than Phoenix. "She is the owner, manager and proprietor of the Bella Bistro."

Phoenix was a savvy young woman who kept up on everything. On paper, the Bella Bistro was one of the finest restaurants / bars in the entire city. Late nights on the weekends, it served as one of the hottest, kinkiest sex clubs in the entire area. She wondered if Veronique was planning to take her there?

"My close friend tells me that you are the hottest slut she knows," Lilith said with a throaty purr. Veronique nodded so that Phoenix would know she had meant it as a compliment. "I need a new, hot slut, would you like to apply for a position?"

A job at the Bella Bistro would mean money - real money – and Phoenix knew it. Still, she had two jobs already, plus her studies and social life. "Don't worry," Lilith said as if reading her thoughts. "You would only work on a Saturday or Sunday evening and we'd work out the details. Are you at all interested?"

Standing her now, in front of Lilith and a few others, was Phoenix's answer. She had done some reading and the outfit she wore now was entirely white PVC. Almost a fetish costume, she had on a bustier and thigh-high white boots. Her body had a sheen of glitter on it and she was ready for almost anything.

"I love the outfit," Lilith commented. She was only wearing a black teddy that had come from Miss Veronique's boutique. "Are you prepared to audition?"

Phoenix would have loved to have told the truth – for the first time in her life, no, she wasn't. She was nervous, knowing the Bistro's reputation. She knew that she would have to bluff her way through this and so, she nodded in the affirmative.

"You will have to satisfy three of us," Lilith said. She pointed to the other two seated, a beautiful Asian woman and a bronzed surfer god who made Phoenix melt. "If you can make all of us orgasm, you have the job."

The surfer god wasn't going to be a problem, Phoenix had seen the way that he looked at her. She smiled in open invitation and he came from behind the podium. He was a mass of muscle, but she knew that often, men like him were not much more than that. She wrapped a PVC-clad hand around a thick cock and started to give him a blowjob. When his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, Phoenix knew her assessment had been right. He was going to be a pushover. She sucked and licked his cock, enjoying the feeling of a man for the first time in a long while. She herself was drenched under the PVC, but she was here to serve and not be serviced, so she concentrated on her chore. In less than 10 minutes, she had made the man cum – without even learning his name.

"Saucy little bitch," the Asian woman said with the vaguest hint of a British accent. "She didn't even let Martin fuck her."

"Now Lily, pet, be sweet," Lilith grinned. "We never said that he had to fuck her, only that he had to be satisfied. Are you satisfied, Martin luv?" Martin almost flopped in his chair and nodded. Phoenix smiled to herself – one down and two more to go.

The women were not going to be as simple, Phoenix saw. When they stood, both of them were wearing rather impressive strap-ons. "We're going to double fuck you," Lilith told her. "You're going to have to take us and manage to make us cum."

Phoenix was now a bit trepidatious. Anal was not something in her arsenal, but for this chance and kind of money, she would adapt. The lingerie-clad women approached, doffed their garments and smiled. Phoenix would give it the old college try. Her hands and mouth went to work, making the women shiver with pleasure. Nipples and pussies were stroked, massaged and licked. Her fingers flew in and out to assuage the sexual perversions of her two perspective lovers. They had only given her the most perfunctory of touches and yet, her body ached for satisfaction. Lilith's pussy was on her face while Lily was slurping noisily between Phoenix's thighs to lubricate her. A hot fuck was on the menu and the other two women were calling most, if not quite all, of the shots.

The two women handled Phoenix a bit like a rag doll, getting her into position. Lilith's "cock" went easily into Phoenix's dripping cunt while Lily plundered her ass. It hurt, oh Lord, did it hurt, but Phoenix wasn't giving these two bitches the satisfaction. Being fucked in the ass was not the horror she had expected, she could deal with it – she was the one in charge, no matter what the others might think! She groaned and started to fuck back. "Fuck me, fuck your slut, you cunts, you whores, give me all that you've got, I can take all that you dish out!" Sore or not, Phoenix fucked back and made the women work for it. She glanced back and saw a look on Lily's glamorous face she could not quite make out – was it anger or admiration? Lilith was already smiling, so Phoenix knew that she only had to please the Asian woman and make them both orgasm. They didn't seem to be tiring out, so she put her all into it and hoped for the best. They fucked for a solid 45 minutes before Phoenix finally cried "uncle".

"I'm sorry," she said, feeling like she might weep. "I'm sorry that I couldn't make the both of you cum."

"Are you insane, you foolish little bitch?" Lilith laughed. "You made the both of us within the first ten minutes. We haven't stopped cumming, you evil little slut."

"Then ...?"

"... you have the job, of course!" Lily joined in the laughter. "We'd be out of our minds not to hire an incredible piece of ass like you. Go get cleaned up, we'll have some lunch, talk about your terms of employment and likely, poor Martin will want to fuck you at last."

Phoenix was thrilled to have passed her audition and ran off to do as she was told. She wondered what the next phase would be like, although she knew there was precious little she could not handle after today.



The Audition



Here I stand, in the middle of the pavement, strangers pushing me aside and calling me to move on, shoulders touching mine.

But I stand still, in my dark red summer dress that gets brushed by people's bags rushing by. 

I'm speechless, my throat dry, deaf to the city sounds, blind to anyone but the back of a tall, dark haired man that smoothly makes his way through the crowd.

Two days ago, I was half walking and half running down the street, being late for my five o'clock class. I teach Italian for a foreign languages school in town from businessmen to college students. It was a dream job, easy for me as I have an Italian mother and a degree in Italian Literature, plenty of time in between classes, flexible working days and hours and a decent income. 

But now I had made a bad decision not to take the bus and get some exercise walking to work. Obviously, I didn't calculate the distance correctly and I was running late to a class 

I shouldn't be running late again. I had another incident that kept me a quarter of an hour late last time with the same student and I was told by the school manager that my student had made an issue out of it so I had to be on time. Yeah, right, I was power walking now, luckily in my All Stars and my jean shorts, but still I would be at least five minutes late. I had to run, to speed it up. I made my way through people cursing me when, damn it, that sharp pain, I twisted my ankle. Fuck! 

I instantly felt sweat covering my whole body. On the edge of tears, I tried to get up but my foot refused to obey. I bit my lip hard to keep the cry inside; now I was hurting on my lips along with my ankle.

A slim yet strong hand got hold of my rapidly growing ankle. 

"Stay still. You'll feel pain but your ankle will be as good as new in a while."

Mmm, a deep voice and a masculine scent were transmitted from this dark haired man, who got a hold of my ankle and was pressing it with all his might. 

"I can't afford 'a while' here. I have to get up now. Oh!" A dull pain numbed me and cut my phrase in half. 

I turned my head and bumped into a stunning face framed by long, dark hair, a considerate look in his deep brown eyes and a tempting, sexy mouth. Pain and class were forgotten for a second, only to come back with more vigor the next one. 

"Oh!" I exclaimed. Fuck! I was on the edge of the road in a very compromising position, with a face distorted from pain, having a gorgeous man handling my leg. 

He cautiously stood me up, steadying me from my waist and shoulder, taking most of my weight on his hands so I could at least try to put my foot down. 

"Oh!" I repeated myself. 

It took him one motion to lift me off the street into his arms and ask me "Where to?"

My naturally talkative personality was replaced by a mute version. I opened my mouth but, as no sound came out, I raised a finger to point to the right direction. 

"It hurts that bad, ha?" He deducted from my no speak state. 

I nodded. Frankly, I would have nodded to anything he would have said.

The class was cancelled and I forced my professional self to care. In vain. I postponed 'the talk' with my boss and, having my hurt leg up, I asked my laughing savior "Coffee or tea? My treat with my deepest gratitude."

"A glass of beer somewhere near because, you know, as much as I'd love to be, I'm not a super hero!"

"You are the hero of the day for me" I promptly replied, finding my talking self again. 

So, leaning against him, we managed to reach the all day pub where I ungracefully dropped myself on a chair.

He was a charm. He focused on my stories, he chuckled at times, he tasted my tea and he touched my slightly swollen ankle just to make sure it would heal properly. 

He was an actor, having done some small jobs here and there, teaching acting in some schools and going to auditions whenever possible. 

He insisted on returning me home, again steadying me from the waist, with a more possessive grip I have to admit. 

My heart was pounding a little faster as I was unlocking the door and letting him in. 

As I tried to offer him beer, coffee, water or a homemade dinner, he held my waist, this time not intending to steady me but to force me on his body. I was shorter, with matching dark hair as his but a honey colored skin due to my Italian heritage. Oh, and an hourglass figure with curvy hips, full but toned thighs and a respectable cleavage size. 

His handsome face turned dark and intimidating. He grabbed my hair and pulled me to his desired height and kissed me hard. Hard as in biting my lower lip, as in not caring if I ever returned the kiss, as in smashing his mouth into mine. I needed a breath desperately. I tried to push his chest away; he broke the kiss just to give me the longed for breath but drew me even closer to him. I felt the tip of his erection just below the valley between my breasts. 

I was about to be taken quite hard by a handsome stranger and wasn't even asked. Did I care? Yes and no, but my body took over and voted no. I was embarrassingly wet and trembling in his arms.

He pinned me against the wall, holding me there with his leg while he got rid of his t shirt, revealing a mesmerizing tattoo that was running under his armpit all the way to his lower belly. I ran my finger over them, giving him the moments he needed to remove his shorts and make me aware of his nakedness. 

Being still pinned against the wall by a now naked man, I twisted my torso to find some space. He felt it.

"No, you're mine."

The way he said it gave me a thrill which translated into a painful twitch inside my pussy.

He ran one hand over my mound and pressed it tightly. Thunderbolts broke off inside it. Oh God, I gasped startled. Suddenly he ran his finger over my slit, gathering juices and teasing me to a breaking point. When he inserted two fingers at once in me, I started shaking; the invasion was unbearably pleasurable and his hand was still gripping me tight. My orgasm took over my body and it was so sudden and intense I couldn't even scream, I was there with my mouth open and no sound. He had a wonderfully arrogant grin on his face, as he leaned to my ear "I will make you totally mine."

He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom; it wasn't difficult to guess which room that was. The moment he positioned me on the bed, he pushed my panties aside and entered me. If that wouldn't tear me in half, nothing would. And, God, he was set out to make me come again. Once he found a pace, he unbuttoned my shirt and opened it wide. My nipples were facing up, reaching for his attention. He chuckled and promptly took them in his mouth, sucking them hard. Yes, I was helpless at his will, at his hard cock and yes I'd come again on him. He felt me "That's a good girl. Come sweetheart, come for me," while he was still thrusting inside me, never stopping for me to cool off after my second orgasm. In fact, he went on harder, driving his member in a way that did exactly the opposite. Both of his hands grabbed my hips and lifted my waist up; now he was deeper in me, going harder and harder, never letting go. 

When he lowered his lips again to suck my nipples, I felt tension building once more. Rapidly. He twisted a lock of hair into his fist, came close to my mouth and warned me "We will come together now, honey girl. Together" and he let go of himself as I felt him grow even bigger. The rest were blurred since my third orgasm took hold of me and I was officially passed out. I mean, I didn't even have the luck to come every time I was with a man and now he had made me come three times in a row.

He held me tight, yes, this handsome, highly erotic, rough lover, held me tight.

He turned towards me, teasing my hurting nipples with his thumbs, and while stroking my hair, he whispered "Honey baby girl, I hope I wasn't too rough on you" and he kissed the tip of my nose. 

God, my knees got weak and I wasn't even standing up!

"Do you want me to stay, baby? Spend the night here, with you?"

Do I? I had a small piece of dignity left that prevented me from screaming 'yes'.

When I woke up, a little earlier than usual, I didn't find him in my bed and I didn't listen for any sound in my apartment. 

Before I had a serious case of broken heart, I saw a note on the sheets, right where he was supposed to be sleeping. 

I read hungrily "Sweet honey girl, I had an audition for a really big job. Can you meet me at the spot I found you yesterday, at noon? M."

My heart was beating as I was approaching the meeting point. My ankle was hurting also, keeping my heart good company. 

I had taken care of myself more today, a red, cute, mid thigh, summer dress, my All Stars, my hair divine smelling and my tanned skin glowing from all that lotion I've been rubbing. 

Ah, there he was, two more friends of his behind him, looking towards my spot, pointing at me and talking. 

I moved quickly towards him and I smiled shyly. 

Before I uttered 'hi', one of them asked " Is that her?" and my handsome friend nodded. 

Something seemed off. He approached me with a flat face, my smile frozen and then non-existent as he told me "Sorry, honey, your being here just landed me a big part. It was all an interesting audition. Take care."

Thus, me standing in the middle of the pavement.



The Audition



"Stop, stop, stop." The lights dim and Veronica takes the stage. "You need to stick with the original blocking, Erin. All right? We have discussed this over and over again. Please stick to what we have talked about." 

"Yes, ma'am," Erin whispers. She assumes her previous position and the music resumes. She twirls around stage, meets Brendan's eyes, twirls, leaps into his arms, and falls on her ass on stage left. 'Damn it,' she thinks to herself. 

"Shit, Erin. Jesus H. Christ. God fucking damn it. We have a show in one week and you are still not prepared. What the hell is up?" Veronica demands. 

"Nothing," Erin mumbles. 

"Whatever it is, you better solve it in the next few minutes. We don't have all day." She stares at Erin, though her gaze lingers a bit, but then she leaps offstage and into the audience. "Again. Once more from the same spot, please." 

The lights increase again. Erin is temporarily blinded, but it does not seem to matter. Her thoughts are on other matters at the moment. A flash of a short black skirt, boots, red lipstick. The thought makes her damp between her legs. Then, the music starts again. She assumes her previous position on the stage and the music resumes. She twirls around stage, meets Brendan's eyes, twirls, leaps into his arms, and lands perfectly on stage left. 

Veronica begins to clap. "Bravo, bravo. Now get the fuck out of here." The actors exit, followed by the musicians and techies. Erin sits on the edge of the stage, feet dangling over. Veronica cannot help but think about how beautiful she looks in that light. Her hair shimmers like her blue sparkly gown. A strand of her brown hair frames her face. Veronica reaches down to push it back behind her ear. Erin looks up suddenly. 

"Uh, hi..." she stammers, almost whispering

"Hey, listen, I am sorry I was so hard on you today at rehearsal."

Erin is silent and continues to swing her legs. 

Veronica continues. "I am just really stressed about opening night. You understand as well as I do. We've both been in this business an extremely long time. It is a stressful time in the production process, and people snap."

"Yes, but I am just sorry that things weren't working out today. I don't know what came over me. I just felt out-of-step for some reason, that's all."

"That's all right, Erin; it happens to all of us." She places her hand on top of Erin's. "It'll all turn out, in the end. How, I could not tell you. It's a mystery."

Erin smiles. "All right."

"Listen, you had better get on home and get some rest. We've got quite a week coming up for us, hmm?"

"Yes, ma'am. We sure do. Have a great night." Erin heads backstage to the exit while Veronica sits on the edge of the stage where Erin just left, chin in her hand, musing. 

*

II

Erin is just about to head out to her car when she remembers she needs to change out of her costume. She heads back to the costume room to discover everyone else is already gone. Well, she had spent quite a bit of time chatting it up with Veronica. She seemed really upset about the production. Erin had to admit things were not going as well as they could, or should, and felt slightly guilty for not performing at an optimum level this night. All she could hope for was this show to pull itself together by the time opening night rolled around. Hopefully Veronica would stop stressing about everything. 

Since everyone was gone and she does not have terribly much to rush home and do, Erin decides to adjust her costume. The dress is a little bit too long with her lower heels she wears. Erin is shorter, but not terribly short, with a slender figure. The dress is just a little bit long for her height. It is a blue evening gown with sequins and spaghetti straps. She hopes she can adjust the straps or do something else to fix the height. Unfortunately, she is not so inclined with dress adjustments and it easily frustrates her. She sits down in the large couch backstage to relax and think about alterations for a moment. In the next second, she is out like a light. 

Veronica just finished striking the set completely. She is angry that the damn techies did not do their job and just left without putting all the light trees away, but they are just kids, after all. The only way to really get the job done, and done well, is to do it herself, anyway. She knew that. She just had one more check, to make sure the costumes were all back and hung up and the door was locked. They should all be in there, but she wants to cover all bases. 

As she makes her way behind the curtain, she notices the costume room door wide open. She begins to get enraged and storms toward the door. As she stomps in, she sees Erin fast asleep on the couch. 

Erin is eighteen. She is by far the most talented actress Veronica has seen in a long time. Not only can she act, but she is quite pretty, in her own distinct way. She's more petite, little, cute, and Veronica recalls she looked damn good in that black dress, with her tight little butt...oh, but that was another thought completely that she could not let herself have. Well, she could let herself have it, but would never share it with anyone. She stands there at the door a minute and gazes adoringly at Erin, sleeping, unsuspecting. How she would like to kiss her cheek and rouse her from her slumber. 

Instead, she sits on the edge of the couch at her feet and gently pats Erin's leg. "Erin, Erin, you've got to get up."

Erin slowly rises from her dreams and gradually realizes where she is. "Oh..oh..oh! Oh, my gosh---I am so embarrassed. I am so sorry Veronica. I came back here to adjust my costume and I must have just fallen asleep or something. It has been such a long week with rehearsals, and final exams coming up in two weeks. I have been running on no energy whatsoever. And I guess I just fell asleep. My goodness, I am so sorry about this. I am sure you have to get home, and here I am sleeping and---"

Veronica places her finger to her lips. "Enough. It is all right, Erin, I understand completely. I have been running you and the cast ragged this week. It has been a difficult night for both of us. I apologize for it."

"Well, I knew it was going to be demanding when I auditioned for the role. Eloise is a demanding role."

Veronica remembered when she had auditioned for the role. She wore low-cut blue jeans and a red wrap-top that just exposed her navel. Besides that, her audition was magnificent. She was completely enthralled as she read, and imagined herself opposite Erin in the piece. It was a fantasy, all a fantasy, but one she had completely planned out in her head, that she one day wished to execute. "But you are perfect for the role. I should know. After all, I cast you."

"Well, thanks. I try as hard as I can." She blushed a bit at the compliment. Veronica was the best director an actress could ever work with. Not only was she incredibly friendly and nice, but she had a great sense of humor, though she tended to be pretty sarcastic and was, at times, offensive. Also, she was beautiful. In a strange way. Erin could not describe how she was beautiful. Maybe it was just she wished she looked like her. Not that she was attracted to her or anything. Not to girls. Oh no. She had dated Josh for two years, and Veronica was married. Or at least she wore a ring on her finger. 

She also did not know why she was focusing on trying to figure out Veronica's love life. She just did not know how she felt Veronica was beautiful. There was something about her. She radiated. It was indescribable beauty. 

Veronica was much taller than Erin, closer to six feet with a very strong build. Her long, dark auburn hair contrasted with her pale complexion. She was one of those women that you knew did not give a damn about what anyone else thought. One look at her, and you would know instantly she was a drama teacher. Her clothes rarely matched, and she often integrated bohemian scarves and vintage vests into her wardrobe. The clothes flowed, and made her appear to float out of another foreign land. She was Venus de Milo. She was womanly, incredibly womanly, and Erin wished she could know her better, deeper. Their eyes met and lingered just a bit longer than they had before. 

"You know, I really should be getting home. I have homework to do and stuff."

"Yes, I believe you have a lot to do. And I better get home to...my cat...Well, I am not so anxious to get home. I think I might stay around here for a bit and work out the blocking for Act 3. You cannot deny we have had major problems with it the past few days."

"Oh, I wish you wouldn't stay here at school still. You're so tired. You put yourself into your work so much and never stop. You need to relax, Veronica."

"Yes, but it is not that easy. I have a lot of responsibilities. I cannot simply abandon them."

"I am not saying to abandon them. Just take a break." Erin sits up and looks intently at Veronica.

"And how do I do that?"

Without thinking, Erin leans forward and grabs Veronica's hands. "You need to learn how to play a bit more. All work, no play is not a way to live."

"Me play? Girls my age don't exactly go out for recess."

"Well, yeah I know. But you need to learn how to enjoy yourself. Play adult games."

"Trivial Pursuit? I have no one to play board games with, nor do I have the time. When you get old like me, you do not have the time to screw around. There is no time to play."

"You have to make the time."

"How do I do that? How do I 'play,' as you say?"

Erin looks down. "There are ways to play. I could show you how to have fun, if you'd let me."

Veronica massages Erin's hands with hers, and lifts them up to her mouth. She begins to kiss the tips of her fingers, running her lips over them, and then sliding a finger into her mouth. Erin helps her work it in, as she watches. Veronica grins. "Whatever do you propose?"

Erin squeezes Veronica's hands tighter, pulls her close to her chest, and plants her lips on top of hers. Suddenly, realizing what she has done, she pulls away, quickly. 

*

"Wow. I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I...I'm not generally like this. It's just been a long...I'm gonna go. Yeah. I am gonna go..."

"Wait." Veronica pauses. "Wait. You don't have to leave."

"I think I should. I just made an ass of myself. I am just really confused right now. I don't know what I was thinking."

"No, you didn't think, and that's what was so beautiful about what just happened." She looks intently at her and squeezes her hands. "I enjoyed that."

"Really?"

"Yes. I did. And you were right. I do need more fun in my life. It just took you to make me realize that."

Erin looks away. "Well, I am glad I could be of some service to you."

She pauses. "If you'd like, you could be of even more service to me. That is, depending on your schedule tonight."

"What do you mean, Ms. Rivera?"

"Oh, you don't fool me with your acting. You know damn well what I mean, and damn well what both you and I want and have been aching for. It just took tonight for us both to reveal our passions. I've seen how you look at me, and I am sure you have felt my eyes on you."

"Yes. And? What should we do about this?"

"Well, I've thought about this for a long, long time. You would not believe how many times I have re-played this in my mind, redid the blocking, the timing, the lights...oh, but none of that is important right now. I thought I wanted this all rehearsed, but really, I'd like it a bit more improvisational. Now, you're quite the improv queen, are you not?"

"I don't like to toot my own horn..."

"Enough. I'd like to propose a challenge. An...audition of sorts."

"Okay?"

"Do you remember the audition for this role? How demanding of an audition it was? The singing? The dancing? The cold reads? How many hoops you had to jump through to land to role of your dreams?"

"I remember it well."

"How would you like to audition once again for me?"

"I suppose that would be all right. But what am I auditioning for? More importantly, what do I have to do?"

"Well, first," she lifts Erin off the couch, "we are going to give you a costume change."

"Oh? What kind of costume?"

"My choice." Veronica scans the rack, and pushed the various costumes back and forth. A fairy, a queen, a dragon, a card, an egg, a jackrabbit, a Jew, a priest. Finally, she comes across the perfect outfit. She pulls the hanger out and holds it up for Erin to see.

"That? You want me to wear THAT?" Erin questions. 

"Why, of course." She glances again at the costume she had selected. It was a French maid costume, incredibly short, complete with fishnet stockings. She had no idea the school had purchased such sexy outfits for student productions. Nonetheless, she takes it as an act of God and grins. "Go put it on."

"All right, I'll be right back, Veronica."

"No!!!" Erin looks a bit stunned. "Uh, I mean, don't waste the time. You can change here. I mean, it's not like you have anything I haven't seen before!"

"Well, okay..." Erin agrees. She turns around so that her back is to her director, and pulls her dress over her head. Though incredibly nervous and self-conscious, she can feel Veronica's eyes on her back and can't help getting a bit turned on. She pauses for a second, and turns around, only wearing a bra and white cotton bikini panties. "Do I have to wear this?"

Veronica's jaw drops and for a second she is speechless. She did not know that Erin could suspect that she was staring at her gorgeous behind as she changed---but that she turned around, in near-nakedness---it was beyond her wildest dreams. "Well, I guess if you don't want to wear it, you don't have ---"

"Good, because I really feel more comfortable like this." She walks toward Veronica slowly and places her hands on her hips. "Unless, you feel uncomfortable with me dressed like this. I guess I didn't think about how this might make you feel..." She runs her hand up and down Veronica's back. 

Veronica barely utters, "Uh, no, that's just fine...fine..." All these thoughts fill her head, of being with a student, of never dreaming of revealing her passions to anyone, let alone the object of her desire. Rather than be guided by rules, responsibility, and that which fills her waking life, she yields to her passionate guiding force. She clears her throat. "Now, for the audition."

Erin removes her hands from Veronica's body. "Well, what all do I have to do in this audition? Sing? Dance? Recite a monologue?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that, I'm afraid...in fact, you really will not be able to refer to your acting skills."

"What will I refer to then?"

"Nothing, my dear. In fact, this is much more improvisational, like I said. You must listen closely to everything I say."

"Yes, ma'am, I will. But I was wondering something."

"What is that?"

"What am I exactly auditioning for?"

"For another very demanding role. Before even auditioning, think very carefully about your time commitments and whether you will have the energy. Though, if you are able to dedicate the time, this will be well-worth it."

"I can do it, I swear. Just tell me, what is the role?"

Veronica licks her lips. "My little slut."

*

"Scratch the whole costume idea. I don't want to even see you in a costume. Take everything off."

Erin, a bit nervous and taken aback by this blunt proposition, hesitates for a second, but after careful consideration, unclasps her bra, letting it fall to her feet. Her breasts are small, with petite nipples. They stand very erect. Next, she slides her panties slowly down her legs, revealing a closely trimmed, and rather glistening, cunt. 

"Very nice, slut. Now, I want you to undress me."

Erin walks over to her director and begins to unbutton her shirt. Within a second it is off, revealing a dark, lacy bra covering up a voluptuous bosom. She reaches around and unclasps it, pulling it off and down her arms. Next, she falls to her knees and unbuttons her slacks, sliding them down along with her underwear. As quickly as she can, she pulls them off of her feet. 

"Much more comfortable, I must say. You were right about losing the clothes, indeed. Now, for your next task...well...let me ask you a question first."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No...I have not..."

"Oh, so you will be new at this. All the better. I must train you then, and believe me, I will train you well." She sits down on the couch and spreads her legs. "You're going to go down on me. That is to say, you are going to take that pretty delicate mouth of yours and devour my pussy. Got it?"

Erin looks hungrily at her mound. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

"Well, get at it, then."

Erin gets on her knees in front of Veronica. She glances up at her, and she is looking anxiously to go on with the job. Daringly, she extends a finger and begins to rub her finger up and down the lips of the swollen pussy in front of her. 

"Oh yes." Veronica cannot help but already moan. That small finger, that delicate, untainted hand was rubbing up and down her lips, and this girl was completely at her will. What could be greater? "Keep going," she cooed. "Be brave."

With this encouragement, Erin gets a bit more audacious. She has never done this before, but she decides to do to Veronica what she does to herself to get pleasure. With one hand, she parts the swollen, dark lips, and with her index finger, runs her finger up and down the slit. Wetness is already seeping out all down Veronica's legs. Before thinking too much longer, Erin slides her finger inside of Veronica. She is so warm, and it is a strange sensation of feeling a strong woman tight around her little finger. Erin glances up at Veronica to be sure she is doing this all right, but Veronica's eyes are closed and she is somewhere else. Erin, without guidance, continues and assumes she is doing the right things. She begins to work this finger in and out, wiggling left and right and trying to explore all of her insides that she possibly can. She slides another finger in alongside so that it will feel tight around her once more. 

Her initial slow thrusts begin to get a bit more aggressive and deeper, coming at quicker intervals. With her other finger, she finds her clit and begins to rub it and pinch it a bit. As soon as she does this, she can feel cum all over her fingers inside of Veronica. As she continues to fuck her, the fluid sloshes. Something comes over Erin, perhaps the aroma, and she lowers her head so that she is just over Veronica's clit. She kisses it very gently at first. She then flicks her tongue at it, teasingly, and begins to suck on it up and down. This, combined with her hand moving in and out of her, causes Veronica's hips to involuntarily buck up and down. Knowing she is pretty close to orgasm, Erin pulls out of her. She is ready for her first taste of a woman. 

She lowers her head so that it is between Veronica's legs. She kisses her inner thighs, licking in upward strokes to taste all the fluid that has escaped down them. She gets closer and closer to the prize until at last she is worshiping at her altar. The aroma is strange, but at the same time familiar: musky, full of desire and necessity. She is more than ready for a sample. She blows just over her pussy, and places her lips onto Veronica's. The initial sensation is almost enough to send both of them over the edge. Erin spreads her lips with one hand and then begins to shove her tongue inside where her fingers just were. 

"Wait a second, dearest," Veronica interrupts. She moves so that her bottom is at the edge of the couch, and places her legs over both of Erin's shoulders. "There, that should do the trick."

Erin reinserts her tongue and begins to work it in and out, while grabbing and squeezing Veronica's behind. Once inside, she begins to probe around and explore all of Veronica's cunt. She licks her tongue back toward her, and feels the rough contours against her tongue. To explore the sides, she moves her tongue left and right very quickly, while her left hand returns to squeezing Veronica's clit. 




The Audition



She is greedy, though, and she is determined to get more. Erin scoots and moves her head so that her face is completely into Veronica's pussy. She makes her tongue stiff and begins to attack the pussy in front of her like it is a stiff reed, with a lot of force and air. Veronica, overcome with passion, runs her hands in Erin's hair, moaning, bucking, and squeezing her thighs against Erin's pretty little head. 

"Faster, please. Deeper. You're doing such a good job..." She pulls Erin's head so that she is as far into her as she could possibly be.

Erin, eager with this new encouragement, begins to work even faster. Alongside her tongue, she reinserts a finger and fucks her even faster, picking up the tempo to shallow thrusts. Her other finger works down under her mouth and begins the rub just the outside of Veronica's asshole. With her mouth, she begins to suck back, like a vacuum, wanting to pull all of Veronica's juices into her mouth and not waste a drop. 

Veronica digs her fingernails into the couch, desperately trying to stay on and not slide completely off, which she could do at any second. "That's it....that's..." She begins to cum, and cum hard. Orgasm overtakes her body, and she shook, using all her upper-body strength to stay on the couch. Erin covetously swallows the liquid as it escapes her. 

They stay like that for a few minutes, Veronica with her legs draped over her student's shoulders and Erin on her knees, cum dripping down her lips onto her chin. Finally, Erin slides up onto the couch and onto Veronica's lap. She strokes her fingers up and down her cheek and bends down to suck her gorgeous breasts. They were quite large, even just the nipple, and she struggles to get them into her mouth. She takes as much in as she possibly can and begins to suck like a baby, alternating from one to the other. After a few minutes of this, she takes a break and kisses Veronica passionately. Veronica can taste herself as she runs her tongue over Erin's.

Finally, Erin rests her head on Veronica's chest as Veronica wraps her arms around her. "Veronica?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do I get the role?"

"Well, your performance in the role was very compelling." She paused. "You do understand, though, should you be given this part, that the rehearsal schedule will be very demanding?"

"I do." She runs her hand up and down Veronica's stomach. "Now, do I get the part or not?"

"It will take a lot of hard work on your behalf. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that this arrangement will work out just fine."

"Positive?"

"Dear, it will all work out. It is a mystery."



The Audition



The dinner invitation had been for me and my wife Glenda but, as an aspiring actress, she and a couple of friends were going for an audition tonight. 

I taken them to several of these audition trips before and they were always downers. None of them ever got anything more than a walk-through in the background of local commercials. I was glad not to have to go through that this time. 

I love my wife dearly, but she is not Oscar material when it comes to acting. The term, "fuzzy logic" must have been invented to describe the way her mind works. She's a wonderful person, just not one of the world's great thinkers. While I think she looks great, she just misses having that knockout figure you always see in the movies.

Everything said and done, she and her friends really enjoy doing the auditions, so I wished her luck as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. They were going to dinner first and go through their audition routines one more time before going to the tryout.

Alan and I hadn't seen each other in years. He had wandered off to seek his fame and fortune and I had elected to stay here and just plug away at making a living. Now he was back in town on a job and had called just to touch base with some of the old group. I knew he had something to do with movies, but that was about all.

"Yeah, I've got a great job right now. I travel all over the country doing scouting for a couple of studios out west. I come into a town, rent studio space, place a couple of audition ads, and see what happens."

That caught my attention. Glenda and her friends were answering an audition ad tonight. I couldn't help but wonder...."Have you had much of a response here?"

"Actually, we have several young women coming over tonight -- we're looking for one to have a minor role in a movie and it really could lead to bigger things if we find the right girl. Most of the time, we're just looking for local extras when the film companies are on location. It ought to be a real kick."

Could my wife and her friends have finally lucked into something? "Why's that?"

"We have a full production set with video equipment and a couple of actors along with us. We're going to do screen tests of a seduction scene. Amateur talent is always a riot at these types of auditions."

A seduction scene?...alarms were ringing in my head! "Do they have to get undressed or anything?"

"Larry, you old dog! I thought you were happily married! You shouldn't be thinking about your little neighbors running around naked -- leave that to horny old me!" He laughed again, "Actually, that depends on them. The scene can be played either way. Sometimes, these little local gals get carried away and we get some really hot videos. Hey, I've got an idea. You said you're on your own tonight, why don't you come along. My guy in the recording booth is sick and you used to handle yourself pretty well. You could make a buck or two AND see if any of them get it going."

Yeah, right! I could go there and watch my innocent little wife turn beet red and leave. She would never go for something like this. On the other hand, some of the other gals just might and I wouldn't mind seeing that, "Sounds great! I'm in!"

An hour later, I was staring at four monitors above a control panel. My job for the evening was to take the feed from each camera and record it on videotape. One of the cameras was a boom remote and I had controls for it. Alan told me just to play around with it -- it was a backup unit.

Right on time, the girls came in and registered. Most of them, including my wife, used their "stage" names. Larry called them all over and handed out the script, "Please notice that this is a seduction scene and that you will be working with an actor. Nudity could be involved so, if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave now...however, for those of you who are considering a career in the movies, remember that most young women are required to do nude scenes somewhere along the line. We will do an initial reading and select three of you to do the actual screen test."

A couple of the women headed for the exit and my wife was turning to go when Larry continued, "If you are selected to do the test, you will receive $1000 tonight. If your test is good enough, you will have a guaranteed part in a movie. That part pays $10,000 minimum."

My wife and one of her friends stopped in their tracks. Neither of them had ever earned a dime as an actress and they were being tempted big time. I grinned as my wife started to walk away again -- I knew she wouldn't be able to do it! Now, I could settle back and enjoy the rest of the evening! I flipped on the mikes and got ready to work.

I hear her friends voice, "Oh, Glenda, don't go! I can't do it without somebody here." Her friend grabbed her arm and pulled my wife back to the stage.

Alan walked up to them, "I'm sorry, but only those who are actually going to try out can stay."

Again, my wife turned to leave. This time, she stopped when she heard Alan say, "It's really too bad you don't feel good about this -- I think you might really have a chance."

Part of me wanted to see Glenda hit the door running like she started to. Another part of me was very pleased that someone else liked the way my wife looked. Still another part was scared silly.

My heart stopped when I heard my wife softly say, "OK, I'll read for the part. Terry, don't you DARE tell my husband about this."

I nervously checked out the other girls and began to relax a bit. There were some real lookers in the batch so I knew Glenda would never really be picked.

Alan buzzed me on the headset; "you ready to roll up there?"

I did a quick sound check, "everything's fine and recording."

The first girl up ran through the lines perfectly and looked like a dream. I had already glanced over the crop and she was my #1 choice. Alan obviously liked her too.

The next three were nightmares! One had a voice that could peel paint, one couldn't walk and chew gum at the same time, and one couldn't even be heard. Both Terry and my wife did the lines beautifully so, before I knew what had happened, Alan had made his three selections. To her surprise, my wife was in the group.

Alan thanked the rest of the group for coming by. He walked the three women over to the set and introduced them to Don, the actor who would be in the scene with them. He was traditional Hollywood -- tall & handsome. Even my wife took a second glance at him. Alan had the catering outfit serve snacks and some wine as ran through the routine, "the action is very simple...the two of you have had a wonderful date, you like each other very much, you're sharing a drink on the sofa, you make out for while, and then you make love. Remember, when you're making a movie, you follow the script. When the director says 'cut' the scene is over right then!"

When noticed that all three were hesitant, he reminded them, "Remember, it's only ACTING and it's only a JOB. The thousand bucks is very real and it's ready now." That did the trick! They all three had another glass of wine and reported to makeup and wardrobe.

Now I would find out just exactly what my wife would really do. I wasn't certain I wanted to know.

I gave a low whistle when they came back. My wife was wearing a beautiful little black dress that made her look fantastic. Her friend Terry was all in white. The third woman had selected a skin-tight flame-red number. Alan looked them all over and smiled. He had made good choices and now it was up to the screen test.

The lady in red was first up. My wife and Terry had tossed a coin for the second spot. Terry won so my wife would be last.

Red and Don went through their lines perfectly and soon Don was nuzzling her neck as she lay back on the sofa. He gently stroked her cheek and slowly ran his hand down to her tits. That's when the comedy of errors began. Her skin-tight dress was more like body armor. Try as he could, Don couldn't cop a feel or run his hand up her dress. They managed to complete the script, but everyone was dying laughing -- not the effect you want in a seduction scene.

Terry was next and she suddenly realized that she had a very real chance at the $10,000. All she had to do was outperform my shy wife. That, she knew shouldn't be a problem.

Glenda's mouth dropped open as she watched her friend turn into a REAL seductress. Even before Terry and Don got to the couch, she was all over him. She pushed him back on the couch, pulled off his shirt, and began a slow dance above him. I zoomed in as she slowly raised her skirt higher and higher. This was GREAT! She finally pulled it off over her head and stood there facing Don wearing nothing but a sheer white bra and panty set. She lay down on top of Don and started a furious makeout session. Terry must have jammed her tongue down his throat and Don responded in kind. She made no move to stop him as he unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. She even raised up slightly so that he could get to her nipples. 

One camera was catching the overall scene, another was a medium shot, and the third was clearly focused on her tits as Don's fingers expertly tweaked Terry's nipples to raging points. She broke away slightly and then lowered herself until her nipples were buried in Don's chest as they started another tonsil-swapping session. Don's hands slid smoothly down her back and under the elastic of her little panties. Terry slipped her hand down and we heard Don's zipper being pulled down. This time, he was moaning in pleasure as she worked her hand up and down. We couldn't see a damned thing, but we all knew she was jacking him off as he played with her ass.

I panned the remote camera around until I could see Alan. He was intently watching the action, but he kept checking his watch. Now THAT is being a professional! I kept scanning until I located my wife. I expected to see her hiding her head or turning her back. Instead, she was staring tight-lipped with fire in her eyes. My sweet little Glenda was pissed at her friend! Could it be that the thought of ten grand for a part in a movie was turning her head? Now, I was beginning to get worried! What was going through my wife's head?

My head was spinning as I tried to turn my attention back to the job at hand. 

Don had been busy while I was watching the others. He had worked Terry's panties down until he was able to slide his finger into the crack of her ass and started rubbing up and down. He had to be just millimeters away from her pussy slit when Alan suddenly yelled, "CUT!"

Terry laughed and slowly stood up, her panties still down to her knees. She turned to face Alan as she pushed the wispy material on down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Don was still lying back on the sofa. Terry had left him with the boner of the century. His cock was waving in the air and his balls were practically begging for release. Terry looked over her shoulder, wiggled her ass at him and said, "maybe next time sugar!"

She scooped up her clothes, tossed them to the wardrobe mistress, and strolled past Alan and the rest of the crew. She was still totally nude and made certain everybody got a great look at her body. When she got next to Glenda, I could hear her whisper, "TOP THAT, Miss Goody-Goody!"

Don wandered off to get calmed down and the crew rushed in to reset the scene. Alan picked up the bullhorn, "OK everybody, that was very hot, but we've got one more to shoot. Everybody take 5 and be ready to roll again!"

Alan buzzed me on the intercom and told me to send the tape feed back down to the floor monitor. I watched the same images on my monitor and learned, to my great surprise, that Terry and Don and managed to hit the dialogue right on the nose. The video was clear and HOT! There was no need to Glenda to even give it a run. Terry had the part locked up!

I was all set to kill the monitors when I heard my wife's voice, "OK, let's do this before I chicken out again!" 

My hands got sweaty and my mouth was dry -- my normally shy wife was going to give it a try! Terry must have really pissed her off. Two glasses of wine may have influenced her too. I started to go down to the set when Alan called me on the intercom again, "mark those first tapes and put in fresh ones for this next screen test."

I was torn, but something made me drop back into the chair and get the equipment ready to go. I guess one part of me wanted to see what my wife would do.

I was relieved when Don came back on the set and wasn't sporting that boner. Either he had jerked off during the break or Terry had finished the job. I breathed a sign of relief and hit the switches.

Alan said the magic words, "Roll Tape!...ACTION!" and we were under way again.

Don and Glenda came into the scene hugging and laughing and sat down on the couch. When my wife leaned forward to pour the wine, Don ran his hand gently up and down her back. This scene was going to be yawn city! 

I looked over and saw Terry watching. She had slipped on a very short dressing gown but you could see right through it. She was still naked underneath it. She was smirking as she watched my wife's tepid session. Glenda happened to glance her way and Terry twirled around and mooned her.

My wife was a little tipsy, but her eyes flashed! Warning bells sounded in my brain, but all I could do now was watch.

Glenda snuggled up to Don and started a deep kiss as she slowly rubbed her body against his. Don responded by pulling her tightly against his chest. He slipped his hands down to my wife's legs and started lightly running his hands up and down her bare legs. Each stoke pushed her dress a little higher until her panties came into view.

Terry's scene had been frantic; Glenda's was slow torture. My wife straddled Don's hips and began slowly thrusting back and forth. She was rubbing her panty-covered pussy against his growing bulge. She bent forward so Don could pull her dress over her head and drop it on the floor. 

Now we could all see my wife's tits through her sheer bra as she slowly unbuttoned Don's shirt and pulled it open. Right on cue, she leaned forward to kiss him as he unhooked her bra. Now it MY wife's nipples pushing into his chest. I could hear her moan slightly as he ran his hands down to her panties and started pushing them lower and lower.

Glenda slowly stood up facing Don and allowed him to finish taking her panties off. She had been stroking his hair and then slowly pulled him closer and closer until his face was buried in her pussy! The other cameras could only see a hint of the action, but my remote had a clear view. This was NOT simulated -- he was eating my wife's cunt and she was moaning in pleasure. She pushed Don back down on the couch and reached for his zipper. This time, his rigid cock popped out into full view as she pulled his jeans on off and dropped them on her dress and panties.

I couldn't believe my eyes as my wife dropped to her knees and began kissing his chest and then went lower and lower. One of her hands gently cupped his balls as she slowly stroked his hardon. Now it was Don's turn to moan as my wife began to run her tongue up and down his cock. After a few moments of this torture, she wet her lips and slipped the tip of his dick into her mouth! Inch by inch, she swallowed more and more until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. My wife had taken his whole 9 inches into her throat. 

She held him that for a few seconds and then began a gentle bobbing action. Don was going out of his mind with lust and I was just going out of my mind! 

I waited, no, I prayed for Alan to yell, "CUT", but no one on the set moved a muscle. 

Glenda's head was moving faster now as she plunged up and down on Don's cock. To my surprise, my own dick was staining against my jeans and I could have sworn a couple of the stagehands were jerking off.

Just when I thought none of us could stand it one more second, my wife popped Don's slippery dick out of her mouth. She slowly got back on the sofa and once again straddled Don's hips. This time, as she lowered her body, she started rubbing his dick up and down her pussy slit. I zoomed my camera in to a tight shot and watched her twat slowly open.

We could see drops of pre-cum oozing from Don's prick as my wife pressed it against her gaping pussy. Don was writhing with pleasure as my wife slowly lowered her body to engulf his cock. He was balls deep inside her as she squeezed his dick with her cunt. Now, she just as slowly began to raise up, showing us more and more of his rigid cock dripping with my wife's juices. Just before the head slipped out, she slammed her body back down and began a furious fucking motion. Don grabbed her ass and fucked her back just as hard.

Seconds later, Don rammed his cock as deep as it would go into my wife's cunt and exploded in her womb. His balls pumped load after load into her waiting pussy. I thought it would never end as she screamed in pleasure with her own orgasm after orgasm.

When the world stopped spinning, I watched as his spent cock slipped from my wife's well-fucked pussy. Hot cum flowed from her twat as she finally lay back gasping for air.

Now Alan, the bastard, finally remembered to yell, "CUT!"

The intercom rang, "I hope the hell you got all of that on tape! We've just signed our newest star! Fuck that ten grand role -- Terry can have that part -- this one's going for the lead!"

By now, everyone had calmed down a bit and started striking the set. Terry and Glenda were talking to each other again and I panned the camera and mike over to them. Glenda was softly crying, "I can't believe I did that! What am I going to tell my husband?" 

Terry patted her, "I know, I lost it too. How can we face them?"

Alan walked over, "Easy ladies, you just tell them you've landed your first starring roles and drop this on them." He brought them each a contract and a stack of money. "You don't need to tell them anything else right now."

He continued, "We're having a little wrap party in my room next, how about staying around and meeting the real money men. They'll want to see the tapes and I'll bet they would really love to meet both of you."

Alan came up to the booth and collected the tapes. "Want to come to the party? If you think that was hot, wait until the money guys get their hands on those two. They'll be lucky if they can walk straight tomorrow. I'm going to nail our little star first -- I may even get her before we leave here."

I resisted the temptation to bust his ass, "No, I've got to get on home. My wife might be home sometime tonight." Alan didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice. 

I decided to stick around in the booth until everyone had left so I could sneak out the extra copies of the tapes I had made during the "cool down" period. I was about to take out the remote camera tape when I heard my wife's voice over the air, "Alan, I don't know what came over me out there. I don't think I can ever do that again. I was about to die!" I hit the record button again.

Alan gently stoked her cheek, "That was the hottest action I've ever seen. You are an absolute natural for the camera. Did you know that you never missed a cue even while you were fucking Don's brains out? Now THAT was a seduction!"

Glenda blushed slightly and lowered her head; "It was kinda fun."

Now Alan was rubbing her arms as my wife leaned back against the wall. He gently ran his hands over her breasts, "You could use a little coaching though." He hands slid down to cup her ass; "Your response needs to be a little more in control."

Glenda was beginning to move against him now.

"See how it feels as I run my hands over your ass and around to your pussy. That's it, slowly push against me. Let me run my fingers through your pussy hair a bit before you start humping my hand."

He stepped away from her slightly and lowered her dress to the floor once more, "let's get this off and we'll run through the rest of it."




The Audition



Like I said, my wife is no rocket scientist, so his coaching techniques seemed perfectly logical to her. Soon, my wife was totally naked again as Alan ran his hands all over her body to show her how to respond. I zoomed the camera in to a very tight shot as he demonstrated how she should let the man rub his rigid cock over her pussy before putting it in all the way. It was almost comical as he pumped her twat and discussed her reactions.

Alan was the ultimate professional right up until he rammed his cock home for the cum shot. The sticky white stuff gushed from my wife's pussy as he explained how the camera would move away for American audiences but stay all the way for European crowds.

She was still nodding as he handed her the little black dress. "Now that you understand the techniques a little better, we can go meet the investors."

Glenda was looking around for her panties when Alan stopped her, "Don't bother with those. The investors might need a demonstration so they can understand why they have to pay so much money. You don't mind do you?"

My wife shrugged, "I guess not if you think it's really necessary."

I sat numbly as they left. My wife had just fucked and sucked two guys and was on her way for even more. I didn't know what else to do so I just took the tapes and went home.

I pretended to be asleep when I finally heard the door open about 3am. My wife checked on me and went into the bathroom. I rolled over and watched as she got undressed for her shower. She was covered with cum and her tits were red with hickeys. They must have fucked her bow-legged at the party.

When she got out of the shower, I made a big deal out of slowly waking up as she tried to slip into bed. "How did it go honey?"

My wife sat up; "I got the part! In fact, I got the lead in a new movie! Look at this -- she picked up a shopping bag and dumped money all over the bed. I got a thousand bucks at the audition and each investor gave me a thousand in advance."

Her eyes were still wide and I could see her nipples staining against her nightgown. I reached out and stroked one, "looks like my little girl is excited."

My wife pushed me back down on the bed as she slipped off the gown. She freed my cock and started stroking it. Finally, she sat over me and let me ram it home, "Honey, you don't know the half of it!"



The Audition



When I moved in with Nick I was a 22 year old student. He was 21 and on a sports science course on the same campus. A mutual friend introduced us and it just so happened that Nick was looking for a roommate as I was looking for a new place to live. I was immediately attracted to Nick on a physical level; blond, 5"7, toned with a slim body and quite feminine features. He had a friendly, mild demeanour about him and we got along well. 

The student house we shared was typically small with one bathroom, and in the mornings it was often the case where I would be going into the bathroom as Nick was coming out, a towel wrapped around his waist, hair damp from the shower. He had a hard washboard stomach, subtle abs, and a smooth torso. As a straight guy, I could not get over how horny the sight of him semi undressed made me feel, and had to work hard not to stare at him on our morning meetings. 

One time, my stare had lingered just a little too long; Nick had stepped from the bathroom with a slight 'tent' as if he'd been masturbating minutes earlier. I was sure he'd seen me looking and I'd blushed deeply before quickly stepping into the bathroom. I had long harboured bi fantasies, and they were always of men with similar characteristics to Nick; never butch men. I had never had the opportunity to act on them but I found myself yearning to experiment, especially in sucking another guy's cock which had become something of an obsession. 

Two nights after the 'tent' incident I was watching late night TV. Nick was upstairs studying. I slipped my favourite porno into the machine and turned the volume way down then ran the tape to the scene that always turned me on. The scene begins with a woman sucking a huge, thick cock in close up. The long scene is interrupted by another cock entering frame and the woman taking it in her mouth whilst jerking the other., then licking and tonguing both cocks, taking each head in her mouth as they erupt, before rubbing the cum dripping cocks together, lapping up the thick cream.

As the climax approached I stroked my hard cock through my jeans, wishing I had the house to myself so that I could strip and masturbate slowly, pausing and re-winding the scene. When Nick's voice broke the silence I almost shouted. 

- "Don't let me stop you".

He was standing at the foot of the stairs.

- "I wasn't-"

- "I was just about to have one myself to be honest. That's given me some good material. Thanks."

I stood there, lost for words. What the fuck did he mean? He smiled, raised his eyebrows and made back up the stairs, calling;

- "I'll see you soon"

I stood there not knowing what to think or do. My hard cock pounded against my jeans and my throat felt dry. I was about to turn the TV off when the house plunged into darkness. The room, pitch black, fell silent. I looked out of the window and saw lights on in neighbouring houses and realised that a fuse must have blown. I knew that the fuse box was in Nick's room, and as soon as I remembered this, my heart started pounding in my ears. 

Was Nick toying with me? I called his name and got no reply. I started walking up the stairs, my hands brushing the walls to keep my balance in the blackness. I called him again and got no answer. I stopped at his door, on the right at the top of the stairs and went to knock, then realised the door was open. I entered, searching the blackness for him, then stopped as I saw his outline; the moon threw just about enough light on him to partly illuminate him, standing in the centre of the room. I then realised he was standing naked, covered only by a thin dressing gown, tied loosely round the waist.

My voice catches in my throat as I try to speak.

- "Come here", he tells me softly. "I've seen you looking at me. It's okay. Don't be embarrassed."

I do as he asks, until I stand face to face with him. He hands me a lit joint. I take a deep pull, then another, the heady weed hitting me quickly. I take another long pull and pass the joint back. My hand is trembling. 

- "You hard?"

I pause momentarily.

- "Uh huh".

His face is still mostly in pitch black, but I can make out the outline of his pouting mouth.

-"Get on your knees". 

I feel like I'm dreaming. I feel slightly weak and the weed has really taken hold. I do as he says. He slips the gown open and his stiff cock springs out. Even in the near darkness I see the handsomeness of his cock; at least 7 inches, like my own, but thicker than I imagined. The shaft is smooth and his blonde pubic hair trimmed short. The mushroom head bobs and jumps in front of my face. 

- "Not yet".

The instinct to engulf his throbbing meat with my mouth is huge. He starts to rub the warm cock slowly over my smooth cheek, and I feel the silky warmth, the softness of its skin. 

-"You ever sucked a cock before?"

-"No."

-"Ever been with a guy?"

-"Never."

He continues tracing the cock over my face. My own cock throbs in my jeans.

-"But you want to."

-"Yes." 

I inhale the cocks musty odour as it glides over my nose, under my nostrils, the new, beautiful odour overwhelming me, filling me.

-"Open your mouth".

I do. He touches the head on my moist lips. I'm helpless and weak as he starts to feed the length of his hard cock into my mouth. I suck hungrily on the head as he rocks his hips slowly back and forth, running his fingers through my hair before grabbing a handful and pulling my head back.

-"Stand up."

I obey him. We stand, close, face to face. His sweet breath is hot against my mouth.

-"Strip. I want to see you."

I pull my clothes free. My cock bounces as I pull my boxers down, and I stand naked in front of him, a beautiful vulnerability intensified by the semi blackness. He runs a hand over my firm torso and flat stomach and I almost moan out loud as he brushes my cock with his thigh as he starts to walk around me. I feel his presence behind me and then his hands slide over my firm ass cheeks.

-"Tomorrow night I'm going to make you cum like you never did before."

-"But-"

- "Tonight, you're gonna show me what you got. Go over to the bed. Open the drawer."

My knees almost give as I walk to the bed. The bed is under the window, bathed in a pool of semi-light; the rest of the room is shrouded in blackness. I open the drawer and find a range of sex toys; a long, flesh coloured jelly dildo with a suction cup at the base, a silicone 'ass' in a tube, nipple clamps and suckers, tubes and bottles of lube. I suddenly begin to tremble, as I take in the display. The anticipation of using the toys, his toys, makes my cock ache with anticipation.

-"Take the , the ass and the lube." 

I remove them from the drawer. I have never used a sex toy before. The cock is 7" and flexible, with a defined mushroom head and veined shaft. The girth, whilst quite thick, is not too intimidating. The feel and weight of it in my hand excites me.

-"Face the wall."

I do as he says.

-"When you hear the door shut the room is yours. Take your time. Use your imagination...but I want you soaking with cum. Consider this your audition."

I hear the soft padding of feet on the carpet then the door open and close, and then silence. I turn and look into the room and see only black. I try to gauge whether he's still in the room, but it's impossible; only the bed, pooled with moonlight, is visible.

The thought of him watching me makes me shudder and I'm aware that my whole body is covered in goose bumps. My nipples now erect, hard buds. I brush at them, pull them and feel the dildo in my hand. The anticipation of the jelly cock overwhelms and I'm suddenly desperate to feel the head -- just the head -- at my ass. 

I get to my knees and hold the cock up to my face, examining its realistic anatomy. 

I lube the head heavily then hold the base of the cock between my spread legs, so that it points up to my ass. My prick jerks, desperate for attention. The shaft of the dildo wobbles and the slick head bumps against my asshole. The sensation is amazing. I lower myself so that I can rub the head against my hole, holding the dildo with my left hand, excitement building as I feel the lube running down the shaft as if it were pre-cum. 

I kneel over the jelly pole and I feel the slick head once more at my hole. I shudder and pull my ass cheeks wide apart so that the head rubs against my anus. I have never felt a sensation as intense and I moan into the blackness, aware that even if Nick isn't in the room, he will have heard me. The thought intensifies the pleasure and I leak a small pearl of pre-cum, amazed at the sensations I'm experiencing without having touched my cock.

I lower down further onto the head and feel it prodding at my hole. I try to relax my ass muscles by rocking gently on the head and allowing it to slowly ease in, then the head is suddenly fully inside me; I grip down on it and feel the mushroom head, enveloped by my hole. It feels amazing, like I'm about to cum without ejaculating. I rock gently on the cock, consumed by the sensation now, and I look into the blackness to where Nick was standing earlier. 

Is he still there?

I hold the cock inside of me, squeezing it; it feels both liquid and firm within me. I reach for the silicone ass and examine it up close; 6 inches long with a tight, puckered entry and wider exit. Both ends look enticing and I apply lube to each, and dribble more lube onto my jerking cock.

I slowly ease myself into the wider end, afraid that anything tighter will make me explode in seconds. I want this to last as long as possible. The tube seems to swallow my head in a wet slurp and the feeling is blissful, making me squeeze down on the dildo and causing my prick to spasm. I move the silicone tube down my shaft, the tighter end closing around the head now, the feeling becoming too intense as I start to leak pre-cum into the tube. Afraid that I may cum too early, I force myself to withdraw my protesting cock. 

Is Nick watching this? Is he aroused - slowly masturbating and planning the things he will do to me tomorrow night?

I sucker the dildo to the wall; the cock bobs and sways but stays firmly affixed. I lube the whole length liberally, massaging the entire shaft. A thick wad hangs in a slow drip from the head, arousing me even more. I scoop it with my finger and apply the lube to my asshole. I'm on all fours now with my feet on the wall, tentatively backing onto the dripping head of the cock. My hole sucks it up greedily. Then, pulling my ass cheeks wide, I ease myself further onto it, gasping as my ass stretches to accommodate the invading length. My hole seems to swallow the jelly pole and I start to moan as my cock jumps against my stomach. 

I slowly rise up so that I'm kneeling upright with my back arched, almost touching the wall. I run my hand down to my ass and feel the slick firmness of the dildo, and my ass grips around it. 

I search the blackness for signs of movement. My cock jumps and jerks at the thought of his eyes on me and my hands go to my nipples, brushing at the buds and then squeezing them hard. 

I make out the leather armchair in the darkness and a delicious thought springs to mind.

I ease myself from the pole and step off the bed. My legs are weak and my whole body is trembling now. I drag the chair to the bed so that it faces out to the room. Light from the window partly illuminates the chair. It is deep set with thick, wide arms. I notice the ring marks on the seat -- exactly the same size as the suction cup-and grow further excited at the thought of Nick having performed the same act I am about to, on this chair. 

I re-lube the cock and the silicone ass. I plant the cock in the middle of the seat, then climb onto the chair with my hands and calf's resting on the wide arms. My ass is directly over the dripping member. I slowly lower myself down onto it and engulf half of it in seconds. I re-position myself so that my back is now pressing against the cushioned back of the chair, my ass still hovering above the seat. I pull my ass cheeks apart and sway myself down on to the quivering jelly, slowly, each inch causing my 

to twitch and jerk and threaten to spurt cum. I hear myself moaning out into the blackness. 

He could be standing 2 feet from me 

Finally, my ass consumes the entire length, and I gently sway, feeling the jelly pole move within me and my aching cock spasms and leaks pre-cum.

My cock aches for attention and I know that I can't possibly hold out much longer. I reach for the silicone ass. Lube drips from the wet opening over my aching cock, as I slowly tease it over the head, gently twisting it down to fully engulf me.

The tight, wet tube takes my cock firmly and I moan at its liquid grip. I squeeze down on the jelly length in my ass, pulling the silicone tube slowly up my shaft and the sensation causes me to buck in the chair. I know that I'm only seconds from cumming as the orgasm begins to course through me. I pull the tube from my cock. My eyes are closed tightly as my ass spasms around the jelly and I moan and writhe uncontrollably 

- as I feel someone standing over me. I open my eyes and see Nick standing at the foot of the chair, his hard cock in his hand as he moans loudly and a thick ribbon of cum spurts from him, then a second third and forth; the hot, heavy cum hitting my face , stomach and chest.

I ejaculate harder than ever before as ropes of cum erupt from my spurting cock and I buck back in the seat, gripping the dildo hard as more of Nick's cum hits my face and neck.

I grip my jerking cock and milk the last drops from it onto my cum slicked torso.

I collapse back in the chair, tingling, glowing, exhausted. I look at Nick; his spent, dripping cock still firm in his hand. He half smiles at me. 

- "You passed the test. I'll see you tomorrow."

He leaves the room and pulls the door shut, engulfing me in darkness, slick and wet with our fresh cum. 

Alone, with only thoughts of what tomorrow night will bring.



The Audition



Will stood at his door and stared at her for just a few seconds too long, obviously.

"You were expecting a boy, right?"

"Er, yes. I guess." Will stammered but managed to open the door wide enough for her to accept his movement as an invitation to enter.

"No problem." She bustled past him with her guitar case. "Happens all the time, people think a bass player named Jude will be a boy, right?"

"Right." Will agreed, thinking to himself that there was no way Jude could ever be mistaken for a boy once anyone had met her.

"Just don't ever call me Judith. I hate that. Even if it was what my mother wanted."

His eyes followed her into his hallway, feasting on the unexpected arrival's looks. Jude's hair was blonde, didn't look dyed and hung around her shoulders in large waves that drifted away from her face as she moved. Her skin was nicely tanned and her figure, what he could see of it, was nicely proportioned.

"We're down in the basement." He indicated an open door that led down to his studio and then followed her down the stairs.

"Nice set-up." Jude nodded as she looked around the room packed with recording equipment and musical instruments. "Looks like a girl with a bass could have some fun down here."

"I spend half my life down here." Will laughed as he sat at the mixing desk. "When you're ready you can plug in there. I've got you DI'd to the desk then." He pointed to a large amplifier next to a drum kit.

He watched her purposely take off her oversize black denim jacket to reveal a tight white T-shirt that was having a hard time wrapping up her figure. Her jeans were hip huggers and the gap between them and the T-shirt revealed a thin layer of skin with her navel prominently displayed. When she pulled an old brown Fender Jazz bass from her case, Will instantly recognized her as a player rather than a poser. Figuring she was in her early twenties, that guitar was most likely older than she was and would be unrecognizable as a classic instrument by most people her age. So far so good.

Jude plugged in and tuned up with deliberate, sensual movements and it was hard to concentrate on setting up the tapes he needed her to play along with as Will wanted to turn around and soak up more of her looks that he was finding an incredible turn on. By the time she was ready to go he had to cross his legs to disguise his growing bulge.

When Will started the recording of the song for her and Jude spent a few moments listening to the rhythm and the melody of the track. She started playing along without asking what key the song was in and immediately hit a nice groove. Will nodded his approval, she was a player alright.

Jude had heard about Will from lots of local bands who he'd recorded in the past. He was known as a talented musician and the new band he was putting together was tipped for big things. Now she also knew he was cute.

Playing was second nature for her and as her fingers moved skillfully on the fretboard she managed to get a few glances at him while he played with some knobs on the mixing desk and put on a pair of headphones. Will was tall and wore his jeans long so they frayed at the bottom of each leg. He wore a long sleeve shirt and had a really clean look that she liked. His face looked a younger than his twenty-five years and he had the most vivid blue eyes she had ever seen. She also noticed that he was looking at her, a lot. She almost missed a note when she realized there was a growing heat between her legs.

"That was pretty good." Will announced, pulling off his headphones. She had played her way skillfully and imaginatively through several of the songs he wanted the new band to play.

He stood up, walked over to a small refrigerator in one corner of the room and pulled out two beers. He offered one to Jude who was beginning to need a refreshment about then and she took it with a grateful nod.

They discussed her previous experience and the ideas Will had for the new band. Without saying it, he thought she would fit right in. Jude was thinking exactly the same thing and noticing that Will was having trouble keeping his eyes off her body.

Rather than let her leave his evening, Will found an excuse to keep her with him a little longer—suggesting that she play on a song he was working on, for himself, not the band. He cued up the tape, let her hear the track and watched as she concentrated on getting a feel for it. It was a beautiful song, slower and more atmospheric than the other things she'd heard from him, and full of emotion. She asked that he play it again and this time played a soulful bass line over the top. Will watched her as she laid the track, nailing what he was looking for first time.

"That's a beautiful song." Jude's voice had softened a little as she soaked in the emotion of the track while he replayed her work. "Whoever you wrote that for is a very lucky girl."

Will sniffed at the thought. He smirked, "She didn't think that. She walked out because I spent more time down here than I did with her."

"Maybe she should have spent more time down here with you then." Jude smiled as she drank the last of her beer.

For a fleeting moment Will wondered if the beautiful creature in front of him was flirting. He figured he wasn't that lucky, so the thought was easy to dismiss. Jude showed no signs of packing up though as she wandered around the room checking out his equipment before she slumped onto the sofa along the wall from the mixing desk.

"Why'd you leave your last band?" Will asked as he returned to the refrigerator for more bottles.

"The drummer wanted into my pants and I wouldn't let him." she said matter-of-factly. "He was a gorilla, all hair and tattoos. Not exactly my type. He wouldn't let it go, so I left."

Wanting into her pants he could sympathize with. Handing a refill to her and watching her eyes as intensely as he dared, Will asked, "And your type would be..."

"Well, I'm not exactly your standard rock chick who likes her men fast and hard." She laughed. "I tend to go for the more sensitive kind of guy. Someone I can spend a whole evening with without having them ask what size my tits are."

"I'll make a mental note of that." Will held his finger up to his temple and tapped a few times. Funny, he had just been thinking that same thing. That, and what it would feel like to run his hand over the curve of her ass. "So, the fact that I didn't ask you what size they are, does that put me in the sensitive category?"

Jude smiled broadly, and just a little coyly also. "You passed the sensitive test when I heard your song."

"Do you have tests for your boyfriends?" Will sat at the other end of the sofa and they both twisted to face each other.

"I have... standards." Jude considered. "And there are things I look for a guy to do that helps me decide if he meets the standard. I guess you could call them tests if you like." Jude looked over at Will as he slipped a hand between his legs and pulled at himself, obviously hoping that she didn't notice. What had started out as a very routine audition to join a band had turned into a situation where she was horny as hell and desperate to see what was inside Will's jeans.

"So..." Will stumbled forward with a thread of conversation that was exciting him more by the minute, "let's just say I was a candidate, hypothetically. What would the tests be?"

"Hmmmm," Jude looked him up and down as her face considered the question, "well, in your case, I'd probably want you to sing something for me. That's romantic."

Still not sure if this was his cue or not, Will reached behind him and pulled an acoustic guitar from its rack. With a practiced ease he started picking a gentle tune and started to sing an old love ballad of his to her. He watched her features as he sang, how alive her eyes were, how moist her lips were and how her overall look had softened to the point he was almost sure she was interested.

Jude couldn't believe how hot she was for him. Hearing his words directed at her by his sweet voice was putting her in danger of creating a wet patch on the outside of her jeans. She wanted to reach down and relieve a little of the tension but managed to resist. She doubted she could resist Will anymore though.

"How was that?" Will put down the guitar when he finished.

Jude paused before answering. "Beautiful, really nice. Very nice song too."

"So, my next test would be?" he ventured.

"Well... I do like a guy with a nice chest. So maybe I should see that?"

Will knew she was interested now and any tension related to that vanished. Only to be replaced by the incredible sexual anticipation of what might happen next between them. Not taking his eyes from hers, Will leant up from his seat and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When the last button was popped he slipped out of the arms and threw it over his seat at the mixing desk. 

Jude eyed his bare torso with a nodding approval. He was hairy, but not Neanderthal. She ached to reach out and run her hand across his chest but the tension of the moment was too exquisite to lose yet. "I'm happy to say that you're still passing with flying colors."

"That's good." Will nodded through a smile. "Does that mean I've passed completely?"

"Oh no." Jude screwed her eyes up in disapproval at the notion as she felt her nipples begin to strain at the material of her bra. "You've still got a ways to go yet. I have high standards. Ready for the next test?"

Will silently indicated that he was, dreading that he might have to stand up and reveal the shape of his jeans. There was a marked difference in the way Jude was looking at him suddenly, like she was fighting off the urge to come closer.

"I need a guy to be able to give a good foot massage." Jude lifted her legs onto the sofa, stretched them out and landed her feet in Will's lap. A sneaky smile crossed her face as she felt his hardness with her ankle.

Will took her feet one by one and removed her tennis shoes. Her toes were perfectly aligned and had been painted with different shades of polish so they resembled a rainbow. In turn, he took her feet in both hands and started to massage her toes first. When he moved down to the ball of her feet Jude lay back a little and closed her eyes. As his fingers worked deep into her instep he could've sworn he heard a very soft moan from her. He looked down at her to see that while her breasts had flattened a little with her prone position, they were still proud and upright inside her T-shirt.

Jude couldn't believe the sensual feeling of Will's hands on her. Everything about him was making her as horny as she'd ever known. It was all she could do not to reach up to her breasts and massage some of the bursting tension in her body. As he continued to work her feet she had to open her legs a little, anything to try to put out some of the fire there.

"How's that working? Do I pass yet?" Will was just finishing with some gentle touches on her toes.

"Close." Jude sat up, breathing heavier. "Very close. One final test though." She sought his eyes and held them. "But you might want to skip that one, seeing as this is all hypothetical anyway."

"It's okay. I'm not a quitter."

"Well, if you're sure..." Jude sucked in some air as she built up to announcing the test. "I like to know that a guy's got a nice penis."

Will watched her face for several seconds before standing up. His heart was thumping louder than any drummer he'd known as he undid his belt and slipped down his jeans. Standing up again, his briefs did nothing to disguise his excitement but he paused slightly to take another look at the fully clothed Jude, entranced by his movements and now visibly flushed by the moment. Pulling the elastic up and over his erection, Will then pulled them down and stood up to reveal his cock, standing tall and firm straight up from his full balls.

"Now that," Jude was riveted to the sight, "Is a nice cock."

"I glad you like it. Does that mean I passed?"

"Oh yes." Jude shuffled to sit on the edge of the sofa. "Mind you, there are one or two post-grad tests we could do. If you like that is."

"Why don't you lead me through them?"

Jude smiled as he stepped towards her and she eased even closer to him. As she took him in her hands she marveled at how hard he was and yet how soft the head of his cock felt as she ran her thumb along its lines. She ran her delicate fingers along his length and down to explore his balls, all directly in front of her eyes and in close up, before she started to stroke him slowly. While she stroked the end of his cock she eased further forward and kissed the bottom of his shaft, continuing on down to suck at his balls before working back up his shaft until she took the head in her mouth.

Will gasped and closed his eyes as she wrapped her lips around him and set her tongue to work on him. When he was able to open them again and look down he was greeted to the sight of Jude's beautiful eyes looking up at him while her mouth worked on him with an undeniable expertise. He caressed the skin of her cheek with his hand and ran the other through her hair. Much as he wanted to totally submit to this treatment, he wanted so much more with her so he hooked a finger around her chin and invited her to stand up with him.

Will stooped and kissed her, firm and deep. They tasted each other with the pent-up passion of the evening and their hands eagerly felt around each other's body. One of Jude's hands found his cock and stayed there, the other pulled him close while she eased a leg up to clamp his thigh tight to the hot patch at the front of her own jeans. Will's hands reached down her back to pull hard on her ass cheeks and up the side of her body to edge along the side curve of her breast.

Their lips didn't part until Will pulled up her T-shirt over her head, exposing a plain white bra that was straining to hold back her pert breasts. As he explored the front of the bra he felt the hard buds of her nipples pushing out of the silky material.

As he started to undo the catch behind her back Jude pulled on his cock and let her other hand down to cup his balls while she stroked him. When the catch released she briefly let go of him while the bra fell away from her shoulders and onto the floor between them. Now Will could savor the incredible pair of tits that he had set free. Round and firm, they had big, bold nipples that stood out like they had little hard ons of their own. He watched closely as he kneaded them, pushed them up and rolled the nipples in his fingers.

Jude managed to hang onto his cock even when he stooped to take her nipple into her mouth. She sighed in relief as he lapped hungrily at her then opened her legs so he could get his hand to the front of her jeans. She pressed hard against his hand as he rubbed against the heated patch of denim. Will didn't need telling that the next test was to get those jeans off as quickly as possible.

He eased her back to the sofa and Jude lay back while he pulled the buttons open and revealed the top of her white panties, stark against her tanned skin and the blue of her jeans. Will pulled away the jeans first, easing them down her legs while he focused on the panties they left behind. When he came back to her she opened her legs and allowed him to stroke the front of them, feeling the moist area where her excitement had seeped. He craned up to kiss her again while he pressed firmly with his hand and stroked her through the panties. Every time he got within reach her hand found him and started to stroke as they both strove to pleasure each other.

Unable to resist any longer, Will pulled down her panties and opened her legs wide to reveal a beautifully trimmed pussy, wet and swollen with excitement. Now he knew she was a natural blonde. "God, that's beautiful." He breathed as he traced a finger around her with a gossamer touch. Jude lay back, at his mercy as he explored her, gently at first and then firm enough to let a finger get between her lips and a little way inside her. She ached for more inside, but settled for the hand that took her nipple and played with it while she closed her eyes and soaked up the feeling.

Will brought his head down between her legs, at first to watch as his finger slipped in and out of her but then he was close enough to tongue her clit with several exquisite flicks. Adjusting to two fingers, he probed her ever deeper and licked all around her lips and clit. He eagerly showed his love of eating pussy and Jude's soft moaning showed her appreciation.

Jude knew she was about to come and there was nothing she could do about it. What started with the incredible anticipation of the evening had been continued with Will's expert hands and was now about to culminate in a huge climax. The tensing of her thighs and buttocks gave away where she was and Will took his cue to probe deeper with his fingers and lick slower with his tongue. The approaching orgasm seemed to suck the breath away from her for the longest time as it built from her tummy and started its journey down towards her pussy. As it burst through her body and she came as hard as she'd ever known she brought her hands up to pull on her own nipples, extending the moment for every golden second she could. "Oh God," she gasped as she shuddered, "oh my God."

Will didn't offer her much chance to recover as he positioned himself, kneeling between her legs as she lay back on the sofa. Taking his cock in his hand he eased it up to her highly slicked opening. With one long slow stroke he entered her as far as he could thrust and then let out a sigh as he savored her silky warmth.

As he started to ease in and out of her Jude arched her back and came up to wrap her arms around his back and push her tongue into his mouth. "You gonna shot that hot come of yours inside me baby?" she breathed into his ear as he steadily worked himself with her tightening pussy walls.

"You bet." Was all he could manage as he looked down to see his thick, glistening, shaft wedging her lips open as he plunged inside again and again.

Jude took two large handfuls of his ass cheeks and pulled him tight into her as he continued his steady progress. Will swallowed hard as the pleasure rode through him and brought him closer to the edge. She eased herself a little bit towards him, encouraging his strokes to be as long and deep as they could be. "Come for me Will, make it as good as it was for me. Give me your come. Shoot it for me."

It wasn't like Will had any option but to comply. He kept his strokes long and slow as the electricity started to light up his body. As the rush of the orgasm washed over him in a tidal wave of release and pleasure Will thrust one last time, deep as he could, before the hot streams of come started to shoot powerfully into Jude's pussy. Time after time his balls contracted and she felt his body spasm with the reflex as he seemed to climax forever.

"Oh baby, that feels so good." she whispered as he wrung the last of his orgasm out with a final few strokes inside her. "You were amazing." She pulled his head to her shoulder and held on tight as he started to catch his breath and let his mind clear.

When he had regained enough strength in his legs to stand up, Will got up and lay beside her on the sofa, wrapped tightly around his new lover, feeling the warmth of her soft body against his skin and smiling contentedly at her beautifully flushed face.  

"Do you treat all of your female auditions to this?" Jude laughed.

"No." Will kissed her. "First time."

"Does that mean I got the job?"

"Jude," Will looked down at her wonderfully expressive eyes and tried to comprehend his luck, "you had the job as soon as you started playing. Now it looks like you've got me as well."

Jude giggled as she ran her hand over his back. "Already feels like the best job I ever had."



The Audition



"An audition? Does your mother know you're here?"

Marina Jackson glowered and tossed her head. The burly, sausage-fingered security man at the reception desk was terse and uncooperative, and he spoke with a thick foreign accent she immediately recognised as Russian. Marina was almost nineteen years old and the man was obviously being sarcastic. "Yes," Marina said in a deliberately sassy tone. "My mother does know I'm here. She is a model too."

Despite her outward confidence, it was an unnerving experience. She wondered again about the information from Alexandra Agletdinova, her friend at the Russian Orthodox Convent school in Oxford. It wasn't as if Alexandra was a close friend... more of an acquaintance, really, and almost year younger than Marina. They had never really mixed at the boarding school, so it was kind of the girl to give Marina a tip-off about the exclusive auditions at Hot-Girlz. Marina clutched the signed business card that Alexandra had given to her. 

As it turned out, the address of the Hot-Girlz Model Agency was a relatively new, tall building in Soho, of the kind that seems to spring up overnight amidst the otherwise seedy, neon-lit streets. 

The security guard stared candidly at her bared belly above her low-slung jeans, and smirked as he spoke. "So, your mother is a model and she wants the same for her daughter?" he said with an unpleasant laugh and his bull neck seemed to quiver as he moved round the desk to stand beside Marina. "Go home and thank her, but say we refused her offer."

Marina pouted prettily. She didn't even know where her mother was in the world at that moment... living high on the vine somewhere, no doubt. In truth, there was little that Marina had to thank her mother for, except, perhaps, for her stunning good looks. Female beauty ran in the family pedigree: tales of the ravishing beauty of Marina's great-grandmother were legendary in St Petersburg, and her grandmother, still alive in Moscow, was a strikingly handsome woman despite her age. There were flaws, too, though: it was accepted that, besides their good looks, the women of the line were generally... well, flighty and capricious. Marina had certainly inherited that wild gene too. Over the past year she had become known for absconding for extended periods of time from the very expensive but strict Russian Orthodox boarding school. Marina, it seemed, could not help but to seek to impress and excite men, flirting outrageously, casting pouting smiles across a room, 'accidentally' brushing of her body against them as she passed. However, it was apparent that her subtle feminine wiles weren't working on this suspicious Russian oaf of a doorman, and he seemed about to turn her away.

"Wait a minute..." Marina said, placing the business card on the reception desk. "A friend, Alexandra Agletdinova, sent me to this agency. She told me to give you the card as an introduction?" 

The security guard glanced down at the card which bore Alexandra's bold signature. He didn't pick it up but his attitude seemed to change abruptly. "Alexandra... she's a very clever girl. Her father is a good friend of mine," he said, reaching for the telephone.

Relieved that the man was at last taking her seriously, Marina smiled triumphantly as he punched numbers on the telephone keypad. To divert herself from the man's candidly appraising gaze, she looked around the anonymous reception area: it could have been the entrance to any office block in any large city, and there was no indication of the activities there.

"There's a cunt down here asking for an audition," the thug-like man said into the phone, speaking in Russian and glancing at Marina's body as he spoke, as if stripping her with his eyes. Marina, startled, indignantly straightened and thrust out her full breasts, which were already well-revealed by the sexy Versace crop-top she'd chosen to wear for the occasion. "A prick-teaser... Young, slim, big tits, with a mouth made for sucking cocks."

The man obviously didn't realise that Marina spoke fluent Russian. Marina was shocked at his crude words, and she knew that she ought to turn and leave, immediately, without further ado. Instead though, she smiled sweetly and didn't let on that she had understood a single word. After a few seconds, the man replaced the handset. "Follow me," he said, abruptly turning and striding down the corridor behind his desk. Marina hurried to catch up, her high spiked heels clipping along on the new marble floor. The man stopped and pressed a button on the wall console, and then he tightly grasped Marina's upper arm. She glanced down in surprise at his fingers, which held her arm in a vice-like grip, but the elevator doors slid smoothly aside with a hiss and he guided her into the lift. He produced a plastic card from his pocket and held it against a sensor as he pressed a button for the 5th floor. He then released her arm and stepped smartly out into the corridor as the lift-doors closed. Left alone, Marina studied her appearance in the mirrors that lined the elevator. She rubbed her arm, still feeling the imprint of the man's strong grip. For some strange reason, though, Marina was somewhat aroused. The oafish security man's crude assessment of her had been unnervingly correct. Marina had never before thought of herself as a 'prick-teaser', but it accurately described her. She'd had many boyfriends, but she was anything but promiscuous, in the true sense. She flaunted her body before men but rarely bestowed its charms upon them. The lift shuddered to a halt. Straightening her shoulders and sucking in her belly, Marina waited, and when the doors slid aside she stifled a gasp...

The audition was obviously already in full swing. Rather than the expected corridor or office, the lift doors opened onto a large area that obviously represented the floor-space of the entire fifth storey of the building. It was lit by many bright floodlights, and untidily littered with equipment and sets. There were men with movie cameras on wheeled dollies, people milling about, and a cacophony of low noise punctuated with shouted commands. Nobody cast a second glance towards Marina as she stepped uncertainly from the lift. She looked about her in astonishment, a half-smile of excitement flickering on her lips. It was obviously a film shoot. Many of the men wore suave dinner jackets that were out of place in the heat generated by the lights, and a few of the women wore sumptuous evening gowns. Other women, perhaps a dozen of them, wore ankle-length white hooded diaphonous robes that were slit to the armpit on either side and they walked in a group to the rear of the room, disappearing behind some scenery.

A male voice yelled a command, and the actors hurried to their marks. The men and women in evening gowns took their places, sitting at elegant dining tables placed on either side of a raised catwalk. Another man, clad in a white dinner jacket and presumably one of the leads, stood at a small lectern at the entrance to the small stage. The director called for action and a sudden hush fell on the entire space as the camera's turned and the actors at the tables picked up wine glasses. 

"And go!" the director yelled.

The man in the white dinner jacket rapped the lectern loudly, and spoke in deep, cultured tones: "May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen, as we are about to commence proceedings. To remind you of our terms, all bids are taken in US dollars, and sales are for a 12 month exclusive contract unless otherwise stated, during which subsequent revenues are at your own discretion. We do, however, insist on a deposit of fifty per cent of the sales value, refundable on the satisfactory return of the property at the end of the contract. Is that clear?"

The people at the tables gave a general murmur of consent, as one of the white-robed woman stepped onto the catwalk. 

"Our first lot is the lovely Larna, 21 years old, from Kiev."

The woman, framed in a harsh spotlight, lifted her hood away from her head, taking care not to spoil her hair. She paused, smiled prettily into the cameras, and then slowly sashayed along the entire length of the walkway, her hips swaying extravagantly, causing the gauze robe to part and to reveal glimpses of her bare breasts and flanks as she moved. At the end of the catwalk, she turned theatrically, the white gauze wafting about her, and returned to stand beside the lectern.

Marina stood watching, wide-eyed and fascinated as the man rapped the lectern again with his gavel to halt the low buzz of conversation that had erupted.

"There is no reserve on this very special lot, ladies and gentleman, and she comes with an absolute guarantee of satisfaction. As you will see, Larna has an exquisite body..." 

As the auctioneer spoke, the woman unfastened the robe at the neck and shrugged it from her shoulders. The filmy material fell to her waist, revealing sweetly shaped breasts, and then it slithered over her hips to pool at her ankles, leaving her naked. She stood well, with her right hip turned and toe pointed, prominent sex lips well revealed by the shaven vulva.

"Do I hear an opening bid for Larna, ladies and gentlemen?" the auctioneer enquired, as the nude woman set off down the catwalk once more, turning this way and that, well-exhibiting her body for the cameras. "Fifteen thousand, thank you, sir. And sixteen over here... Eighteen thousand dollars on the telephone. Nineteen... thank you, madam. Twenty on the internet site, and twenty-two... My, my, Larna is in demand. "

The woman walked slowly down the catwalk, twirling and posing at intervals, her practised smile remaining fixed, as if painted upon her features.

"Twenty-two on the phones, thank you. Twenty-three from the client on the net... "

Marina was suddenly aware of a hand on her arm. She turned and saw a grey-haired man whose neck was heavily-swathed in expensive gold chain, and his mouth was so near to her ear that she could feel his breath.. "What the fuck are you doing, slut?" he whispered urgently in Russian.

Marina was about to answer but thought better of it. "I'm sorry?" she said in hushed tones, in her best English crystal-glass accent. 

"British?"

"Yes."

"Going once," Marina heard the actor calling, "going twice... Do I hear more, ladies and gentlemen? Surely, for this beautiful lot... The bid stands at twenty-eight thousand to the client on the internet."

The man beside Marina raised his grey, bushy eyebrows in vague surprise, and he glanced appraisingly at her body as he gripped her arm in much the same proprietary manner as the security guard had done. Then he said, "Why are you still dressed?"

Marina blinked. "I came for the audition," she said lamely. 

The man hesitated. "An audition, yes," he said.

The gavel rapped sharply on the lectern, and the auctioneer called emphatically, "Sold for twenty-eight thousand dollars. Thank you, Larna." 

Marina turned to see the naked woman stoop to pick up her discarded robe and walk from the stage, disappearing behind the film-set.

"Lot number two is Maxine from the Ukraine. Maxine is twenty-five but this is her first contract with us, ladies and gentlemen."

"Get your arse behind the set, ready for your turn," the man hissed, squeezing Marina's arm in emphasis, and waving to another younger man who stood nearby bearing a clipboard to which a sheaf of papers was untidily clipped.

Marina looked at the set again, as Maxine removed the hood of her robe and a mass of curly red tresses tumbled about her shoulders before she began her slow promenade, walking with assured grace. 

"I already have an advance bid of twenty-thousand dollars for this wonderful piece of merchandise, ladies and gentleman. Do I hear twenty-one? Thank you, sir. Twenty-two... Twenty-three from the advance bid..."

The man had moved quietly over to where Marina stood. He glanced at her appraisingly, one hand posed on his hip.

"She arrived late," the older man explained, releasing Marina's arm. 

"Twenty-four... ah, thank you, Madam. Maxine is a delight, isn't she?" 

"Were you exhibited?" The effete newcomer asked Marina in Russian, glancing at his clipboard and flipping over the sheets of paper. 

Maxine, the young woman on the catwalk of the film-set, had removed her robe and was posed stark naked under the harsh lights, revealing a beautiful creamy-white skin with pert honey-tipped breasts.

The auctioneer was well into his swing now: "Twenty-five... And I bid twenty-six on behalf of my advance bidder. Ah, and twenty-seven thousand on the internet, thank you. The advance bidder is done. Do I hear twenty-eight?"

"I came for an audition," Marina said again.

"What's your name?" the young man demanded in Russian.

"She's English," the older man said in explanation. Then, he said to Marina in English, "Your name?

"My name is Marina Jackson." 

"Marina. A good Russian name, uh?"

The younger man, puzzled, consulted his clipboard again. 

The older man smiled and stroked Marina's blonde hair as he gestured towards the set, where Maxine was parading her nude charms. "Well, Marina, you will need to dress for the audition. Go with Nikolai..."

"She's not on my list," Nikolai said in an urgent whisper, glancing over his shoulder at the stage.

"Do I care about your fucking list?" the older man said, reverting to Russian and giving Marina a little push towards the man.

The young man fluttered his lashes and glowered. With a toss of his head he ostentatiously clamped his hand about Marina's arm. It was obviously a mannerism with these people, but Marina found it vaguely degrading to be handled thus. Yet she meekly allowed him to lead her through the tangle of cables and round a jumble of equipment to the rear of the set. Here, several white robed women sat waiting silently on a long wooden bench. 

"Going for thirty thousand dollars..." the auctioneer was calling. "Thirty for the lovely Maxine... Are you all done? Sold, thank you."

"Quickly, a robe, somebody..." Nikolai said in Russian, clicking his fingers.

At that moment, Maxine stepped from the front stage, naked and carrying her discarded robe. Nikolai snatched the garment from the woman and thrust it, bunched, into Marina's stomach. Marina grasped it and shook it out. The man wrote something on his clipboard and stood, looking impatiently at Marina. She sighed. It was apparent that there wasn't to be the privacy of changing room here and, indeed, it seemed superfluous given the abundance of exposed female flesh there. 

"Next, Lot 3 is the delicious Galina", the auctioneer was saying, and a young blonde woman rose to her feet and made her way to the entrance to the stage. 

"Hurry," the man said to Marina.

Marina watched the blonde woman visibly straighten her shoulders and step forward onto the set.

"Galina is 21 years old, and this is her first contract," the auctioneer was saying. "Reluctant at first, she is now one of our prime properties and eager to serve in any way you desire. Let me hear an opening bid, ladies and gentlemen." 

Nikolai slapped his clipboard against Marina's buttocks. "Hurry," he said in a hushed tones. "You will go as Lot 6."

She hesitated and then gave a resigned smile, saying, "What the hell..." Then, with an unfamiliar rush of intense excitement, Marina dropped the robe onto the bench and quickly pulled the Versace top over her head. She glanced around for somewhere to hang the expensive garment, but then just threw it carelessly alongside the robe. Her jeans followed and then, glancing round apprehensively, she removed her bra and allowed her breasts to fall free. 

The auctioneer's tones seemed to blur in the ether in the background as Marina contemplated the magnitude of her actions. She hadn't anticipated things happening so quickly, or in such a public way. Rather, she had expected a private trial photo-shoot with still cameras and carefully contrived cheesy poses. Instead, she now stood dressed only in a black thong before a young man who gazed dispassionately at her exposed body. She quickly scooped up the robe and pulled it over her head, allowing the light material to fall softly over her body. She realised though, that to all intents and purposes, the robe left her virtually naked and she could clearly see the halos of her nipples through the gauze. Nikolai was staring intently at the thong, which was also highly-visible through the diaphanous robe. Reluctantly, Marina removed her thong and tossed it on the heap with the rest of her clothes. Nikolai nodded, made another note on his clipboard, and minced away.

Marina sat on the bench along with the other women, decorously arranging the loose white gauze fabric around her limbs as best she may. The young woman sitting alongside her said, in Russian, "It's hopeless to try cover yourself, these damned gowns don't even hide our tits and, besides, you'll soon be parading bare-arsed."

Marina recognised a marked Lithuanian peasant accent, complete with the earthy way of speaking, but she resisted the temptation to answer in Russian. "I'm English," she said, apologetically.

Galina returned, naked and flushed, her white robe draped over her right shoulder, and another women leapt to her feet and hurried to stand at the entrance to the stage.

"English?" the girl said, her eyes widening in obvious surprise. She crossed her legs and carelessly revealed a long lissom limb as her robe fell aside. "They are taking English women too? I thought we'd all been brought here from Eastern Europe."

The auctioneer's voice wafted over the set again: "Lot Number Four is Elena, from Moldova, ladies and gentlemen. A dark haired, olive skinned beauty, as you will soon see."

"Lot Number Four?" Marina said with a small squeal. "My God, I'm number six..." 

"I'm next... Number Five. They've put you with the first-timers, like me. The others who remain have all been here before. How did you come to be here?" 

"I'm wondering the same thing now," Marina admitted with a wan smile.

"What can we do?" the girl asked with a shrug.

"We could just leave," Marina suggested.

"Leave?" the girl said, obviously astounded. "Are you crazy?"

"Well," a male voice suddenly said in clear English, "are you crazy?"

Marina looked up and she saw a suave man looking down at her with the coldest grey eyes she had ever seen. She gulped. The man was probably in his early fifties, with silver hair swept back from his face. He wore linen trousers and a pristine white open necked shirt that was open at the collar to reveal a gold chain the thickness of her small finger.

"I'm sorry?" Marina said, blanching under his steady gaze.

Nikolai rushed over, clutching the clipboard to his chest. He spoke in Russian, quickly, apologetic and fawning. "Mr Gadalski, sir, you are welcome here. How can I help you?"

The assured man, Gadalski, turned and demanded, "Who is this girl?"

"Her name is Marina, sir. She is English but Costa said to put her in the line."

Gadalski pursed his lips but he simply waved the minion away. He turned to Marina again, and asked in English, "Why are you here, Marina?"

At that point, the Lithuanian girl rose quickly and scurried to the entrance of the stage set. In the general hubbub, Marina had almost blanked out the voice of the actor who was calling the auction on stage. She glanced across as the girl stepped onto the set."

"Lot Number Five, ladies and gentleman... Niele..."

Marina looked back to the man and said, "I came for an audition. I'm on next, I think." 

He looked at steadily for a while, for perhaps half a minute. Eventually, he smiled and said, "Stand up, let me see you." Marina self consciously rose to her feet. He twirled his finger in the air and she understood, turning awkwardly, until she faced away from him. To her shock she felt him lift the rear of the robe and pull it aside, fully revealing her bottom. "Alexandra Agletdinova sent you, I'm told," she heard him say.




The Audition



I, like many young girls, had dreams of becoming the next great Marilyn Monroe and live a life of fame and luxury. After being in Los Angles for five years, however, I realized that it wasn't going to happen, at least not overnight. After a lot of hard work and thousands of auditions, I finally landed a role in a Sci-fi drama in the lead role as a "tough as nails stripper with a heart of gold." The only problem was that I had never stripped in my life.

Before I get into the "Trials and Tribulation" of my acting story, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Debra, but most people call me Deb. Like many girls here in "the land of stars," I grew up in far away in "Middle America." The small rural town where I was born was typical. The highlight of every weekend was to go to someone's farm, have a bonfire, drink beer and try to hook up with someone, preferably someone from the high school football team. I found the constant routine extremely boring. 

I had always wanted more in my life than graduating from high school, going off to college and coming back to Hickville and work as a waitress or even worse, for my father. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad and I miss my family a lot but I didn't want to follow in my father's footsteps and work at the sawmill until I was a hundred years old with a raspy voice and emphysema. For me there was more to life and I was going to break the mold.

While I was at college, I saved every dime so that I could put my plan into action. The day after I graduated from college, I packed up my old pick-up truck, the last vestige of my small-town girl life, and drove west until I hit the glamorous city of Hollywood. When I arrived there at the "ripe old age" of 22, I had little more than a suitcase, my truck and a bag of dreams. 

My desire to become a famous actress was so strong that I immediately tried out for every role I could and saved every penny out of my paycheck from the boring job I got at the local bank. When I could, I invested into myself and my skills as an actress. I attended seminars and took classes at night on how to be "frying bacon," which was the silliest thing I had ever done but I wanted to be an actress. 

I even went as far to have some of my physical appearance altered, so I could better my chance to land a starring role. I spent a lot of money having my breasts enhanced to better suit my 5'6" slim frame, my teeth whiten a brow lift and a nose job. I was willing to do whatever it took to improve my chances of landing that perfect role that would launch me into stardom. 

After five years, I was still working as a secretary at the same local bank and making just enough money to survive. Don't get me wrong, I still had my dreams, which were revived with every commercial role or a paying job for the local theater; it's just now a little a little more realistic.

It was Thursday afternoon and I was stuck in "rush hour" traffic behind an old Cadillac that had bluish smoke pouring out its tailpipe when I got the phone call changed my life forever. 

"Hello?" I answered my cell phone.

"Deb, its Charlie," the gravelly voice said. "Can you be at Imaginations Plus studio on Saturday?" Charlie was my agent. He was a grumpy older man and smelt of cheap cigars all the time, but he was truly one of the nicest guys I'd met in Hollywood. I kept him around because he would find me a job now and then and didn't try to rob me blind with his agent fee. After working with him for the last four years, I thought of him like an uncle.

"Yea, I'm free. What's the role?"

"I got you an audition for one of those space movies. I think you would be perfect for the lead role," He said.

"Really? What's the story?"

"The story is about a woman who is down on her luck then makes it big with a sci-fi theme." "That is so cool! How long will the shoot take?" I asked.

"We are looking at five maybe six months." I thought to myself for a minute. I was going to have to quit my job but if I did really well I would get more roles. Who knows, I might become the star I always wanted to be. "So what time do I need to be there?" I asked. I could worry about my job at the bank after the interview.

"That's my girl. I really think this might be the one. I'll drop off the script later," Charlie answered. I could tell he was pleased with my answer.

After I signed in at the audition, I found a place to stand in the office waiting room. It was a typical waiting room with a gray carpet and off-white painted walls with a few pleasantly colored abstract paintings on the wall by some no-name artist. The cheap metal chairs lined the walls and there was a table in the middle covered with magazines. There wasn't enough room for all of us so many had to wait in the hall, though many were outside smoking cigarettes to help calm their nerves. 

I found myself checking out the other girls as we waited. All of them were knockout gorgeous with perfect bodies and I just knew this was going to be another, "Thank you for your time. Someone will call you later," auditions and I would have to go back to work at the life-sucking bank. 

I was number 79 and had been sitting on a metal chair for at least an hour, waiting for my inevitable horrible audition and subsequent rejection to happen. I tried to read the script but ended up nervously rolling and then tapping it on my leg then unrolling it and trying to read it again. The woman next to me glared at me every time I tapped it against my leg but I was too nervous to care.

When they called my number, I walked into a big conference room where there was at least a dozen people sitting around an oval shape table. I was a bit caught off guard as most interviews were done either on a set or in the director's office with four or five other key members of the staff.

I tried not to let it rattle me as I did the usual routine of providing them my portfolio and a headshot I'd paid too much money for two years ago and couldn't afford to update it. While they reviewed my stuff, I waited for someone to tell me to read a few lines of the script with a production assistant. Thankfully, they usually chose someone who was horrible so you at least had a chance to make a reasonable impression.

Normally after about 10 lines, someone, usually the director, would say, "Thank you, have a good day." This time it was different. I ended up reading almost a dozen pages of the script before a guy who I later found out was Ron James, the director, said cut.

He asked me to do a little turn, I guess to see if I had the "look" he wanted, then asked, "How do you feel about tastefully nude scenes?" 

"If it helps the story progress I don't have a problem with them," I answered. Charlie hadn't said there was any nudity in the story, and I hadn't read anything about it in the script. He really threw me off was when he asked me if I could dance seductively, like a stripper. I lied and said that I could.

The director looked at the rest of the people at the table then announced, "Well, I think we have our lead. What do you think?" 

Everyone nodded their head or verbally gave their approval. While everyone shook my hand, an aide, a nice woman named Ginger, went into the waiting room and announced the auditions were over. Then Bob, the production assistant that had run the lines with me, handed me the real script.

"Sorry about the script thing, I didn't want it to be leaked before we'd had a chance to at least choose the cast," Ron explained. "There's been a lot of buzz about this project and I want to keep it under wraps for as long as possible. You'll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement as well as the usual contract, we'll send the contract to your agent to go over but you can't leave with the script until you sign the non-disclosure."

My head was swimming with all the stuff I was being told. I tried to remember it all but was sure I was going to forget something. I quickly read the non-disclosure before signing it and was happy they gave me a copy for my records so I could read it over again later, it would be too late to change anything but at least I would know what I could and couldn't do.

They brought in the leading man and some of the others playing key roles so that we could all meet each other. Ginger went over the production schedule with all of us and gave us packets that included forms for us to fill out with measurements and passes to the studio so we could get wardrobe, make-up and hair sorted.

When I got home, I started to panic. Not only did I need to learn a new script in four weeks, I had lied to the director of my first movie role about knowing how to strip. I didn't know what I was going to do. I called my best friend Rudy; he always knew what to say to calm me down.

After I explained what I had done, he laughed. "What about that Lisa girl? The one you met when you first got to town. Isn't she a stripper? Maybe she could teach you enough so you don't look like a fool?" he suggested.

"Doh!" I replied. Of course! I hadn't talked to Lisa in a few months but she'd be the perfect person to help me out. I hoped her cell number hadn't changed. 

I ended the call with Rudy then nervously dialed Lisa's number. After a couple of rings, she answered, "Hello?" 

"Hey Lisa, it's me Deb," I replied. We did the usually pleasantries and caught up a bit. 

"Can I ask for a big favor?" I asked.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You aren't my type!" she joked.

"Ha-ha," I replied sarcastically. "But seriously, I landed a role for a movie, which is great, but it requires me to be a stripper."

"Wow that is great! When do you start? What can I do to help?" she asked enthusiastically.

I was so embarrassed about having to ask her to teach me how to strip and mumbled my request. "What did you say?" Lisa asked.

I cleared my throat then said more clearly, "Can you ... um ... teach me how to be a ... a ... stripper?"

Lisa laughed then said, "You're a sexy girl so the look won't be hard for you to achieve, but most girls fail because they can't get over the mental thing. Remember you're getting naked in front of a bunch of strangers that are usually intoxicated; that can really be rough on some."

"I know I can handle it, hell I've been seen on national TV wearing a banana suit! I think I can deal with the 'mental' thing. Besides, it is for a role and not a career change," I replied.

"So when do you start?" Lisa asked.

"We start shooting in four weeks."

"Well, I think I can teach you in that time to be moderately good, and if being a movie star doesn't work out for you, you can always fall back on exotic dancing for a living." 

"That'll be the day," I said laughing then arranged to go over to her place the next evening.

It was around seven when I arrived at her place. I had brought a small gym bag with me stuffed with all sorts of lingerie and workout clothes. I had also brought knee high leather boots with insanely high heels similar to what the wardrobe sheet said my character would be wearing in the movie. I wasn't used to wearing heels in general so high heels like these boots were going to be an adventure.

When I pulled up in her driveway, which was in the expensive part of Beverly Hills, I looked up at the house and was still amazed by the grandeur of it. Lisa owned the big Victorian house, which included a traditional cobble stone chimney located on the far end of the house. It was a chilly night and small wisps of smoke rose from the chimney's top. 

The front yard was meticulously manicured and it had a large willow growing in the center of the yard with a swinging bench dangling from its branches, which reminded me of the south. As I walked up the cobble stone walkway towards the solid oak door with black iron trimming, I was reminded just how much money Lisa made taking off her clothes. It was ridiculous but proof of her abilities.

I nearly turned and ran back to my car, I didn't think I would be able to follow through on this, but I took a deep breath and grabbed the large iron knocker. I hit it against the door a few times then waited. A few minutes later Lisa opened the door. "Hey Deb, come on in."

I stepped past her and walked into the huge foyer with the giant cascading chandelier which was dimly lit. "Thanks for letting me come over," I said as she closed the door.

"Hey, no problem. I'm always willing to help out a friend if I can. It's been a long time since you were last here. I have a few new goodies to show you."

As I followed Lisa into the living room I checked her out. She was about four inches taller without heels and lean but muscular, which couldn't be hidden by the cut-off sweatpants and loose fitting T-shirt she was wearing. Her long sandy blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, which accentuated her long neck and slim face with high cheekbones. I was amazed at how smooth her skin was, especially with just the little bit of make-up she had applied.

"Yeah it has been a long time. Between work, classes and auditions I barely have time for myself," I replied as I sat down on the couch. Lisa brought me a glass of wine then sat down on the other end of the couch.

"When was the last time you were here anyway?" "It was your Fourth of July party."

"Oh that's right. Didn't you get really drunk that night?"

I gave Lisa a "don't remind me" look and replied, "Oh I wouldn't say drunk ... shit-faced would be a better description!" I turned red in the face as I remembered what I did that night.

"Well whatever you want to call it, I just remember you being caught in the bathroom, on your knees servicing... well, let's just say a couple of men were very happy that night!" Lisa said with a devilish smile.

"Fuck you!" I replied with a laugh. "Besides if I remember right you made a few men happy as well!" Lisa laughed. "Yeah, that and even a woman, if I remember correctly. One thing I did learn about that night is never mix your booze with top shelf grass!" 

"Amen!" I said laughing. "Well, you were the one doing perverted things even before you were properly drunk."

"You say that like it's a bad thing! Besides, unlike someone I know, I enjoyed my 'guests' one at a time!" Lisa replied with a giggle in her voice.

"What can I say? They were both really cute and I couldn't decide with one I wanted, so I decided to double my pleasure!"

We chatted a bit more about what had been going on in our lives, then Lisa asked me more about the movie role I'd landed. "I can't tell you much about the movie, I'm under a non-disclosure, but I can tell you I'm playing the role of a stripper and will have to actually strip down for the movie."

"What kind of stripping? Classy stuff or down and dirty?"

"I don't think she's working in a classy place," I answered.

"I see. Well, it doesn't make much difference. You need to learn the basics then we can work on form," Lisa replied. "Are you ready to see the new addition?"

"Sure!" I replied and stood up. Lisa led me down the hall towards the kitchen then stopped at a door that was cleverly concealed. She opened it and led me down the flight of stairs to her basement, which opened up to a big open space with a big flat screen TV and a massive audio system. There were also plush leather movie-style seats in one area, an area with and exercise equipment towards the back, and a small kitchenette. The room was bigger than my entire apartment and a lot more posh than anything I could hope to afford. I'd been down here before and it didn't look any different than I remembered.

"Over here," Lisa said as she opened a door at the back of the room. I stepped past her and was greeted by a small elevated "stage" that had a long brass pole mounted in the middle that ran from the floor to the ceiling. Along the edge of the stage were four over-sized velvet-covered chairs and there was a small bar running along one of the walls that was stocked with every liquor imaginable.

"Whoa! Is this a strip club?" I asked in awe.

"According to my accountant and the IRS, it is a "training room" and therefore I can have guests and serve alcohol but not declare it a business," she answered with a devious smile. "I occasionally have clients willing to pay me top dollar to perform for them and some of their friends in private so I need to have a place to take them. The club won't allow it there anymore. There's an entrance on the side of the house so they can come and go discretely. But enough about my commercial ventures, you came here to learn the trade of the exotic dance so let's get started." 

We spent several hours learning the basics, focusing on stretches to make moving around the pole easier and some simple moves. We quickly moved onto more advanced moves and soon added some choreography. By the end of the first week I was doing things I'd never imagined and feeling sexy doing it. 

As I watched her demonstrate the moves on the brass pole, I began to understand why people would pay a lot of money to watch her move. To tell the truth, I found myself getting a little excited watching her, which kind of shocked me. I never thought that I would be attracted to a woman, even though I'd had a few drunken experiences with other women. Something about watching Lisa do her thing on the stage was very erotic and turned me on.

I can't explain why I did, maybe it was me being so sexually free or watching Lisa dance, but whatever the reason was, I would go home feeling so turned on that I would have to masturbate before I could fall asleep.

When I was comfortable enough with the pole, we moved onto dressing the part. Lisa explained that part of being an exotic dancer was "the look" and footwear was a big part of it. "The wilder the better," she said then helped me pull on the knee-high boots I'd brought with me. 

I wasn't used to wearing more than a one-inch heel so I was really unsteady on my feet. She helped me walk around the dance room until I was more confident then let me move around on my own. "You won't know you're comfortable in them until you can run around the room without breaking your ankle," she told me.

By the third day of wearing them, I was able to walk around without losing my balance and by the end of the week; I was jogging around the room. Lisa borrowed some other shoes from a girl at the club who wore the same size as me and I learned to walk on platforms and stilettos, so I could safely dance in anything they might throw at me. In a little under two weeks, I had become comfortable dancing. I even started to do performances in costume. The fully dressed rehearsals were a little odd. I felt silly dancing in front of Lisa but I also felt incredibly sexy.

I watched her face as I danced and a few times, I could have sworn she was really enjoying the show. A small part of me liked dancing for her and I found myself wanting to please her. I wanted make her green eyes turn smoky because she was turned on by my moves. 

It was the Thursday before my first day on the set and I had just finished another dance for Lisa. I walked through the curtains, as always, and heard Lisa clapping and hooting. I smiled as a sense of pride overcame me. I had impressed "the professional." I walked back onto the stage and did a little curtsy. 

"That was hot! You nailed it!" Lisa said as she came onto the stage with a robe for me to slip on. "I think you are ready to perform in front of others now!"

"Others!?" I said with shock in my voice.

"Well yeah, what do you think is going to happen when you have to strip for you movie?"

"Well ... um ... I guess that ... no that would be silly. Oh I think that ..." I stammered as the reality of the situation slammed me hard.

"Oh, I see you just made the connection! You know every assistant director, every prop-man, every intern and any guy with a pulse will find an excuse to 'help' shoot those scenes, and probably a few women looking for some tips."




The Audition



"Oh my god! I didn't think about that! What am I going to do?" I cried. My hands had started shaking and I was getting woozy. We had been so focused on my learning how to dance, walk in the clothes and learn to undress that I'd almost completely forgotten the reason for it.

Lisa smiles and hugged me. She said, "I figured you didn't take that into consideration so I made arrangements for you to put on a show here tomorrow."

"Wha...? You want me to dance in front of strangers? Have you lost your mind?" I demanded. "Well Deb, think about it, how many of the film crew are you really going to know when you get naked as you dance around a pole on the set day after day? Besides, you'll be fine. There will only be about a dozen or so people here and I will be here too. You don't have to worry about some creep doing something they shouldn't be doing and we'll split the profits 50-50."

I thought about what Lisa said. I wondered if I could strip in front of other people or if I would freak out and run away, ruining my chance to break into movies and achieve my dream. I realized Lisa was right and I had to "test" myself by getting naked in front of strangers in her private club. 

"Can I have a shot of whiskey for encouragement?" I asked jokingly.

"Oh no, there will be no drinking until the last person leaves. If you can't perform sober then you can't perform at all. It is a good practice so you can protect yourself if you ever dance professionally."

"But I thought you said these people were okay?" I asked.

"Oh they are but as an exotic dancer you have to keep your wits about yourself at all times. Only cheap hookers and sluts dance drunk or stone, we high class dancers always have control of the party regardless of what we are doing on stage. It is one of the unbreakable rules and they will know if you're liquored up."

Again, I had to think about it. I looked her in the eye and asked, "So do you really think I can handle this?"

"Oh girl this is easy! Acting, now that's hard!" Lisa answered and we both laughed.

"Okay, okay. I'll do it. When is it going to happen?" I said. 

"Saturday at 8 p.m.," Lisa said as she handed me a set list. "Go home; practice the moves in your living room. You don't need the pole for most of this stuff. You want to make sure your timing with the music is perfect, and then I want you to get a good night's sleep. Sleep in late on Saturday morning if you can. You want to look bright-eyed and bushy tailed for the show."

When I got home, I was filled with nervous excitement. I laid down on the bed and masturbated like I had every night since I'd started working with Lisa. This time, though, I was so turned on at the prospect of dancing for others and possibly turning on Lisa at the same time it took about half as long to reach orgasm. I laid there for a while enjoying the aftershocks I thought about Lisa. I wasn't sure how to describe how I felt about her. If I hadn't known better I would have thought I was developing a crush on her, but I wasn't gay so it couldn't be that. 

I shook my head then I got up to take a shower. As I was toweling off, I decided I wanted to dress in something a little sexier than my normal cotton shorts and old T-shirt. Wearing sexy clothes would help put me into a better mind set for when I was dancing. I pulled out a silk pair of black boy shorts and matching cami then slipped them on. I crawled into bed and enjoyed the feeling of the soft clothes against my skin as I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day I did exactly as Lisa told me. I spent the day working on each of the two songs in the set. We'd practiced them over and over in the hidden room and it was almost like second nature as I moved around the living room in time with the music. By dinner I'd been practicing for eight hours and decided it was time to take a break.

Lisa was going to be doing a show at a club in a nearby city that night. I decided to go in disguise so I could watch her in her element. I had never actually seen one of her shows. Maybe I could pick up a few things that she hadn't showed me or thought about showing me.

I got to the club just before her show was to start. I sat in one of the darker corners so I could watch her without being seen. The lights dimmed and several red lights flicked on and fog covered the stage. Lisa sauntered out in a pair of six-inch leopard-skin heels and a leopard-skin dress that clung to every curve of her body. Her hair was teased to give her a wild look, which was accentuated by the tribal make-up, and she was wearing nails that looked like claws.

She moved around the stage like a cat, rubbing her body against the pole. I found my body reacting strongly to what she was doing. Lisa pulled off the dress revealing a skimpy thong and push-up bra in a leopard-pattern. When she pulled off the thong, she flicked it into the crowd and it landed on my table. I blushed as I picked it up and held it, watching her gyrate around the pole completely naked.

When the music ended, the waitress brought me a second glass of wine and collected the thong. I couldn't believe how turned on I was and I couldn't understand it. I wasn't gay. Or was I? The next song started and another girl came onto the stage to do her thing. She was pretty and had a nice body but I had virtually no reaction to her. I was so confused. I watched Lisa second song then went home so I could get to bed early, like she'd told me.

As soon as I walked through my door I started to undress and by the time I was in my bedroom I was naked. I laid on the bed and started to touch myself, imagining that it was Lisa's hands. I caressed and massaged my breasts, teasing the nipple as I replayed the first dance she'd done. She had been so sensual and sexy. 

By the time I let my right hand slide down over the swell of my stomach to crotch, I was soaking wet. I dipped my finger into my pussy and scooped out some of the juices to spread over my clit. I lightly rubbed around the hard nub as my other hand continued to play with my breasts. 

I paused for a moment as I wondered what I tasted like. I'd never actually tasted my own juices and the few times I'd been with another woman I had been too drunk to remember what they tasted like. I tentatively licked the tip of my finger and discovered that it didn't taste badly at all, and then I licked my finger clean. It felt deliciously naughty as I re-dipped my finger then licked it clean again.

"Mmm," I moaned loudly as I sucked on my finger, imagining it was Lisa's. I slipped my fingers between my lower lips and rubbed my clit faster and harder than before. I suddenly needed to cum. It didn't take long before my hips lifted off the bed and my body shook with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

The aftershocks of the orgasm slowly faded away as I laid there looking up at the ceiling. "What is happening to me?" I wondered. If I wasn't in love with Lisa I was definitely in lust with her as evidenced by the juices that had soaked my panties while I was at the club and were still dripping from my pussy not to mention the best orgasm I could remember having. I faded to sleep thinking about Lisa and had erotic dreams about her all night.

When I woke up late the next morning, I got out of bed and took a shower. I waxed my legs and pussy so I was completely bare then I treated myself to brunch at a nearby diner. I wanted to eat while I still had the stomach for it; I knew I would be too queasy later to be able to eat. 

I showed up to Lisa's house at 7:30 so I could get ready for my "act." I had decided to go as a schoolgirl, with a plaid miniskirt and white blouse with a skull and cross bone crest with the bottom of the shirt tied into a knot. The shirt was unbuttoned and showed off a hint of my lacy white bra and my ample cleavage. I also put on a pair of knee high socks with a red strip around the top and a pair of highly polished black shoes, with clunky high heels that gave me a bit of that "innocent" look that guys liked so much.

I pulled my hair up into a bun then slipped on a jet black wig that had straight bangs and a part down the middle. I divided the hair and gave myself two pigtails, one on each side of my head. I painting my lips black and put on a heavy coat of eyeliner, which made my blue eyes stand out. Lisa even helped me put a temporary tattoo on my left butt cheek of a little devil with a pitchfork. I looked in the mirror in Lisa's changing room and giggled to myself, I looked like a sexy school girl from hell that was about to kill you with my sexy ways. Lisa assured me this would drive the customers wild.

Just as I was finishing the final touches, I heard a gentle tap on the door. I turned around and saw Lisa standing in the doorway. "You look amazingly sexy and innocent," she said as she looked me over from head to toe. She was wearing her own version of a naughty school girl outfit. Her outfit was very similar to mine but her skirt was black and much shorter than mine and her top was see-through. She was wearing a black lacy bra under her shirt. I guessed she had on a pair of matching panties. 

I blushed slightly and replied, "Thanks! You look great too. I just hope I remember to breathe while I'm out there. I'm a nervous wreck!"

I wasn't 100% truthful though. I was a little nervous but I was more excited and turned on by the idea of dancing for the strangers, and for Lisa but I couldn't tell her that, at least not yet.

Lisa gave me a warm hug then whispered, "You will do just fine and don't worry think of this as just one of your movie roles." 

Then she pulled away from our hug and moved her hands to my hips. "Let me tell you secret. I was nervous the first time too, but I did just fine and now I have this wonderful house and the best job in the world. Just remember what I taught you and the guys are going to have a few drinks in them by the time you hit the stage." 

Then Lisa did something that caught me completely off guard. She leaned in and kissed my lips softly.

Her kiss seemed to be like magic. It calmed me down immediately and I felt at ease. I pulled her close and kissed her back, pressing my body against hers. Her lips were so soft and full against mine and I felt a shiver of lust flow through my body.

"Are you cold?" Lisa asked.

I looked at the floor and hoped she didn't realize that her kiss had excited me a little. I answered, "Yeah just a little, I'm not used to walking around half naked."

She laughed. "You'll get plenty hot when you go on stage with the lights and cat calls." Lisa looked at the clock on the wall then said, "The show starts in about 10 minutes, I'll leave you to finish getting prepped. Break a leg!"

"Thanks!" I replied. As she left the room, I couldn't help noticed her bottom. I had seen her naked or half-naked body many times over the last three weeks but this was the first time I'd really noticed how perfect it was. It was the kind of round bottom that begged to be spanked and then nibbled on.

"What are you thinking?" I asked myself then shook my head to clear my mind. The clock on the wall chimed. "Come on girl, get it together. This is just learning my role as a stripper and that's it!" 

I tried to convince myself that my little "fantasy" was just a mixture of the excitement of the moment and the special attention I was getting from Lisa, since it had been a long time since I'd gotten any sexual attention from anyone. I quickly made my way out of the dressing room and took my position behind the curtains.

Within seconds I heard Lisa's voice over the small P.A. system, "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Miss. Chievous!"

The pulsating beat of the song that Lisa and I picked out for my first dance as a stripper started playing and my heart started racing. It was a hard driving rock song from a group that was popular in the 70's. I tapped my foot as the song geared up and on the second guitar rift, the curtains parted and I found myself faced with a sea of eager male faces. They started to cheer and howl, which really boosted my ego, and I started to dance.

As I strutted across the stage, I worked the crowd by playing with the hem of my short skirt, flashing them a hint of my black silk T-back panties and my fake tattoo on my milky white bottom. I made my way to the center of the stage and started to work the pole. 

I hooked the back of my right knee on it and reached as high as I could with my right hand and spun around the pole, while sliding down the metal rod at the same time. Once my bottom touched the highly polished stage, I let the pole go and slid forward on my back so my legs were pointed straight forward. As soon as I came to a stop, I pressed my knees together and with my left hand pulled them closed to my chest and with my right hand, I teasingly covered the space between my cheeks so I would make the audience beg for more.

The crowd cheered and I felt so alive. I felt empowered and in charge as I continued with the routine. After I teased the crowd some more, by bending my knees and swooping them down in a swinging motion, I planted my heels onto the floor. Then I slowly spread my legs, exposing more of my groin to the crowd and I cupped my breasts. 

While I played with my breasts, I began to thrust my hips upward in a motion that emulated being fucked hard. While I thrust my hips skyward, I took my right hand and slowly moved it down my body until my hand covered my silk covered pussy. I acted like I was playing with myself for a few seconds, while I made a face that looked like I was about to cum.

When I was sure that the audience was happy with my fake masturbation act, I rolled onto my belly and pushed myself off the floor. Then with one quick tug on my blouse, I pulled my top off my body and threw it out into the crowd and then worked my way out of the tight plaid skirt I was wearing.

Once I was I let my skirt hit the floor I worked the pole a little more, showcasing the acrobatic moves Lisa had taught me and grinded my crotch against the thick rod. I didn't plan on doing that but it felt right and the crowd ate it up. The moment of truth arrived and I needed to decide if I could I get naked in front of these people. My heart raced, the music and the cheer of the crowd seem faded and everything was spinning around. I guess my subconscious took over because within a second my ears were assaulted by the loud applauds of the crowd as I saw my bra go flying in the air, leaving my large breast, light brown areolas and erect nipples exposed to the crowd.

All that was keeping me from being a respectable lady and a stripper was the T-back panties I was wearing. I teased the crowd by working the floor and pulling my erect nipple to my lips in a mock sucking action as I built up the courage to remove the panties. The song was nearing the end and I was forced to make a choice. 

I knew I had to give the crowd what they had come to see so I turned away from the sea of faces and cocked my hip then slid the panties down over my firm ass. As soon as the fabric hit the floor I stepped out of them and jumped onto the pole. I wrapped my thighs around it and hung upside down.

The crowd went nuts and people were throwing money onto the stage. The song came to an end and I slid off the pole. I bowed to the audience then disappeared behind the curtain. My pulse was racing and my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it. I had stripped for a room full of strangers and they'd loved it. I was floating on a pure adrenaline high. 

"Wow you did great!" Lisa said excitedly as she ran towards me. She hugged me then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You were outstanding! I have never seen a girl act as professional as you did for being her first time on stage!"

I blushed, mainly because I was naked and I was being hugged by a woman that I'd fantasized about as I masturbated for the last three weeks. "Thanks, but I don't know Lisa; I still don't think I had it down. I feel like I could use a little practice." 

Lisa gave me a sheepish smile and said, "Take a few minutes to put on your next costume and I'll entertain them with a short song then you can do the second song."

Lisa shooed me towards the dressing room then I heard the music start. I rushed to put on my next outfit—a slutty dress with a sheer thong and bra set underneath and a pair of thigh high boots with six-inch heels. I quickly washed off the old make-up and applied red lipstick and eye shadow that matched the dress.

I hurried out to the stage so I could watch the last bit of Lisa's dance. She was so fluid in her movements and I felt like an elephant in heels in comparison. The music ended and the crowd cheered as she slipped behind the curtain.

"Break a leg!" Lisa said as she gave me a quick once over then went back to the stereo system. "Welcome back Miss. Chievous!" she announced and the music for the second song started playing. I followed the routine exactly as Lisa had showed me and when I was done the crowd cat called and cheered. 

I was about to leave the stage when a man in the back yelled out "Encore!"

Lisa gave me a thumb up and put on a song that we'd used during our practice and I improvised a dance, using the pole to attempt a few advanced moves. The money continued to fall on the stage long after I bowed and disappeared behind the stage.

"Thank you for coming to my special show," Lisa announced. "Please place your glasses on the bar as you head out. Have a great night!"

I could hear the crowd dispersing as I pulled on the undergarments, T-shirt and jeans I'd brought with me to wear home and washed off the make-up. I removed the wig, setting it on the foam head on the table then brushed out my hair. My hands were still shaking when I made my way back to the main room.

Lisa was wearing a robe and sat on one of the velvet chairs. She was sipping some vodka straight up.

"Wow what a night! Can I have a drink now?" 

"Yeah, help yourself," Lisa replied. I poured myself some vodka too then sat in the chair next to Lisa. My feet where throbbing from pain and I knew I was going to hate life tomorrow when my muscles had a chance to relax, but right now I was still high from the rush of it all.

"How do you do this every day?" I asked as I rubbed my foot.

Lisa laughed and replied, "Back when I was doing it six days a week I only managed to survive because of my youth and strict vitamin and dietary restrictions. I had to take care of my body like it was a car. Now I only dance on the weekends at the clubs and hold special shows here a few times a month."

"Do you charge the guys who come here?"

"No, that would mean I was a business. Instead, they throw a lot of cash on the stage, which are considered donations and are perfectly legit." 

I shook my head and giggled, "So you found a loop hole then?"

"Yeah, thanks to my very creative and very ethical accountant." 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the quiet. "So I have to ask, how did I do? Did I make a convincing stripper?" I asked.

Lisa nodded her head. "Oh yes, yes you did. Any of the clubs I work at would be thrilled to have you. The only thing we didn't have you do, which I'm sure disappointed some of the guys, were lap dances."

"You give lap dances?" I asked in surprise. "I thought those were a no-no!"

Lisa turned her head and smiled. "They are at some clubs but most of the ones I work at allow it when there isn't a show going on."

"Well, I don't need to know how to do them for this role. She doesn't give lap dances, at least not as part of the story," I replied. Then my curiosity got the best of me. "Could you show me how to do one?"

Lisa stood up and walked to the bar then refilled her glass with vodka. "Are you sure you want to know?"

I swallowed hard but nodded my head. My body was tingling in a different way and I forgot all about being tired and sore.




The Audition



"You have to act like the person that you are dancing for is the only person in the world. You have to tease them and make them want you and you have to use more than your boobs to do that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's like foreplay without having sex, know what I mean?" Lisa asked as she set her drink on the bar. I shook my head, and blushed at my cluelessness.

She smiled then stood by the couch in the back of the room. "Come sit over here, it will be easier." 

I moved to the couch then leaned back and waited for her to start. I watched Lisa slip off the robe she was wearing, exposing her nude body, and studied her body more closely as she walked away from me towards the sound system. Her bottom was tight and seemed to defy gravity while her cheeks were slightly parted. Her skin was smooth and perfect; I couldn't find a single blemish anywhere on her body. Her long blond hair flowed like she was standing in front of a fan and looked almost ethereal. What really caught my attention, though, was how she smelt. She wore a perfume that was light and sweet and I tried not to be noticeable as I inhaled her aroma, which caused shivers to run throughout my body again.

I couldn't figure out why I was having these feelings or why my body was reacting the way it was and it was scaring me a little. Was I attracted to a woman? These questions and many more ran through my head and I thought for a moment I was going to have a stroke, but I calmed myself down and rationalized that all these thoughts were just because I was a little drunk and had spent most of the night stripping and thinking about sex.

Lisa pushed a few buttons on the sound system and a deep sensual song began to play over the speakers. She walked slowly and seductively towards me. "Remember, when you dance for someone, you need to keep their eyes focused on you. Make them feel like they are the only person in the world that matters, understand?" she asked me.

I nodded wordlessly as I watched her cross the room. I could tell she was in her zone and she was making me feel like I was the only person that existed in the world. Chills began to race across my body and I started reacting sexually to her again.

Lisa was only five feet or so, from me when she started to get on her hands and knees to crawl the short distance between us. When she was at the edge of the couch she whispered, "I want you to pay close attention on how I move." 

At first, Lisa continued to crawl on the floor in front of me, occasionally striking a sensual pose on her back or belly, allowing me to examine her lovely body from all angles. I would see a teasing hint of the side curve of her breasts or, when she would pivot on her firm bottom and spread her legs, I would catch a small glimpse of her groin that was bare.

While I watched Lisa slither on the floor, I subconscious bent my left knee and softly caressed my thigh. I didn't realize that I had started to touch myself until my fingers stroked my soft skin just above the waistband of my form-fitting jeans, making goose bumps rise all over and my nipples grew stiff with excitement.

"Oh, that is so pretty," I said in a soft moan.

Lisa smile and slid her body towards the couch I was on, in a sexy snake like manner and tauntingly rubbed the side of her face against my right leg. More chills covered my body and I felt the heat between my legs rise.

While my body began to betray me, Lisa had crawled onto the couch and moved her upper body between my legs. Her head was even with my hips and she tilted her neck forward, allowing her hair to fall on me. Then she began to rock her body slowly back and forth, causing her hair to softly tickle the exposed skin on my thighs and belly. 

I giggled a little when Lisa's hair touched me but then I let out a soft moan after the sensation of being tickled was replaced by the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced. "Oh wow, I can see now why people like this," I said softly.

Lisa looked up me and hushed me then continued her erotic dance. Before I could say another word, Lisa had bent her elbows and pressed her soft breast against my hips. Then in a fluid motion, she slid up my body, dragging her breasts along the skin until they were pressing against my breasts.

Lisa was lying on top of me and her sensual lips were just a breath away from mine. Her hips were in between my legs she gyrated her lower body, letting her pelvis bone tease my pussy by softly grazing it. My nipples were now fully erect and straining against the soft fabric of my own bra and they were becoming more sensitive each time her breasts move against them. Without any thought, I bent my knees up and then I wrapped my calves around her lower back, helping her rock back and forth.

Lisa was turning me on as I had never been turned on before. I was confused; one part of my mind was screaming that this is wrong. I knew I shouldn't be attracted to a woman and should push her away but my body was telling me the exact opposite. It was telling me to explore, let my hands touch her, let my lips taste hers and let our bodies grind against each others.

My nipples were begging to be touched through my shirt, I could feel my pussy begin to open and become slightly wetter each time Lisa grazed it with her body, little tingles of excitement would radiate outward from my pussy and flood my body.

Her lips were dangerously close to mine when she whispered, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

I kept my eyes locked onto hers and nodded, "More than I thought I would."

Then Lisa pivoted her body on top of mine and slid down my body, just low enough so her head was just slightly below my head. Her lower back was pushing against my groin, while at the same time she continued to grind against my breast with her upper back making more tingles spread out from my nipples.

Lisa slid her hands down and gently grabbed my wrists and guided them onto her flat belly. Lisa's skin was soft but firm and I could feel heat coming off her. Once my hands touched her body, Lisa let my wrist go and said in a low moan, "You can touch me anywhere you want."

My heart skipped a beat and I felt my breath become short and shallow. Nervously I let my hands glide over Lisa, first I caressed her stomach, then the side of her hips and finally I was touching her lower stomach, just above her pussy. 

A soft moan escaped from Lisa's lips and it shocked me how turned on I became, knowing that I was having an effect on her.

After what seemed like a lifetime of slow sensual touching and grinding, Lisa turned back over and faced me. Again our breasts were pressed against each other and she was smiling deviously. Lisa slid her knee between my legs and allowed her crotch to rest high on my right thigh. The heat that was coming out of her was intense and I could feel dampness through my pants being spread on my leg as she rocked her hips. 

I studied her face, her lips and she looked like she was lost is a sea of desire, it was once of the most erotic things I had ever witness. 

"Kiss her, kiss her..." kept running through my mind and I was scared to listen to the voice, but lust over took common sense and I found myself lifting my head and gently pressed my lips against hers. The kiss was warm and soft, unlike any kiss that I have ever shared with a man. I felt my body shake from a million different emotions, the two biggest feelings being lust and fear.

"What am I doing? I'm not a lesbian, am I?" A flood of similar questions flooded my mind again as I kissed Lisa, then I felt Lisa return my kiss all the doubts and concerns were replaced by the warmth of her soft kiss and the feel of her hand as she stroked my cheek.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime. Lisa was the first to break the kiss and she looked into my blue eyes. "I think your lesson about lap dances are done," she said then paused as she brushed my hair off of my face. "Are you okay with this?"

I knew what "this" was and to tell the truth I wasn't a hundred percent sure if I was okay with it but Lisa was so beautiful and she had aroused me more than anyone had ever gotten me before. I caressed Lisa's face and said with a soft smile, "I'm scared and very nervous but yeah, I'm okay with this."

Lisa's smile grew larger and I could feel her heartbeat through her chest and her body shivered from her own emotions then she leaned in and kissed me gently on my lips. We lay together on the couch at first just tenderly kissing each other and letting our hands explore each other's flesh but slowly our kisses became more passionate. My lips parted and I began to probe Lisa's mouth with my tongue, she responded by opening her lips and letting her tongue dance with mine. 

At first, Lisa's tongue was hot and it gingerly explored my mouth but as we continued to kiss she probed deeper into the warm recesses of my mouth. We were soon kissing each other deeply which made me moan softly.

My hands slid down Lisa's back until I felt her firm bottom and I used my fingernails to tease her. She broke our kiss then bit the nape of my neck causing me to take in a deep breath and my body tensed up, making me dig my nails into her warm skin. "Oh my god," I groaned through my teeth.

Then Lisa lifted herself off my body and stood up. She reached down with her right hand to help me stand. "Follow me," she said in a sultry voice. 

I took her hand and let her help me stand. I was a bit unsteady on my feet from the lust coursing through my body. Lisa pulled me close and held onto me, hungrily kissing me as she walked backwards out of the room and across the rest of the basement to the bottom of the stairs. She then turned around, while holding my hand, and led me up the stairs.

While we walked up the stairs, I stared at Lisa. I knew if I could let go I was going to experience something magical but I still had my doubts. Was I doing the right thing or was I letting my animalistic lust control me? By the time we got to the top of the stairs I knew that I was going to give into the feelings.

Lisa quickly led me up the stairs and down a long hall to her huge bedroom. There was a large four post, king-sized bed against the far wall. It was covered with a deep red silk comforter and a dozen matching throw pillows. The rest of the furniture around the room was made from beautiful teak that looked like it was made in the late 1800's. 

We stood next to the bed kissing and exploring each other's body when Lisa pulled back slightly and pulled my T-shirt over my head and then reached behind me to unhook the clasps of my bra. Lisa's delicate fingers skillfully began to unfasten the clasps, one hook was undone and I felt my heart jump again. The second hook was unfastened and I began to feel weak in my knees. Then the last hook was unclasped and I could feel the fabric prison falling away from my breasts. I seductively held my bra against my chest and sat on the edge of the bed before I slid back completely onto her silk comforter.

The lights from outside flooded the room, giving Lisa an ethereal glow. Her body begged me to touch it as she looked lustfully at me and I couldn't wait any longer to be with her. I lifted my hand up and gave her the "come here" motion. Before she crawled onto the bed, she slowly ran her hands up her body teasingly.

When her hands reached her breast, she gave them a slight squeeze. Her breasts were full, large and she had small pink areolas with little button-like nipples. I leisurely slid my bra off seductively and felt the cool air against my breast. My nipples were stiff and begged to be kissed.

Lisa inched onto the bed and she kissed her way up my legs and belly. Once she had reached my breasts, she flicked my nipple with her moist tongue. The sensation sent a massive wave of pleasure through my body and I made a gentle hissing sound. Lisa took my nipple between her lips and sucked on it gently, causing me to arch my back and grab the back of her head. After teasing the first nipple, she moved to the other and sent more waves of lust flooding through me. My pussy ached and leaked sticky fluids onto my panties.

While Lisa took turns on my nipples and kissing me deeply, I felt her drag her fingernails down my naked body to the waistband of my jeans. Lisa unzipped them then tapped my hip so I would lift my ass up off the bed so she could slide them down. She tugged them over my hips with the panties I was wearing and left them resting around my thighs. Then she traced her fingers up along the bare inner thigh. When she touched my pussy for the first time, I moaned loudly, "Oh ... my!"

Lisa's fingers split the cleft of my soaking pussy lips. Her touches felt hot and bolts of raw desire emanate deep inside of me. She used the sticky juice that poured out of me and lubed her fingers with it. She used her index and ring finger to spread my lips apart then used her middle finger to tease my swollen clit.

I dropped my chin to my chest, closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. My breathing became labored as I breathed hard through my nose. Lisa kept licking my nipples and occasionally bit them while she continued to play with my clit. 

My body started convulsing and I made soft groaning sounds. "You're going to make me cum," I whimpered softly.

Lisa replied in a soft voice, "Good, I want you to." 

She pressed faster and harder on my rigid clit and hungrily sucked on my nipples. I grew more sensitive with each passing second. My pussy was swollen and oozing hot fluids, my nipples were so stiff that they hurt and every square inch of my body was covered in a fine layer of sweat. 

"Oh... fuck..." I said through gritted teeth. "I can't... hold..." 

I started to cum on Lisa's hand. The orgasm started in the pit of my belly then rushed to my engorged pussy on its way to my clit. There was a hot wave of bliss building around it that radiated back through my whole pussy. The inner canal of my pussy began to rhythmically contract and a torrid of liquid oozed out of out of me and run down to the crack of my ass and onto the comforter.

I didn't think I was ever going to stop cumming. I arched my lower back and met each thrust of Lisa's fingers with my hips while I thrashed my head about and moaned out loudly, "Oh fuck... don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Lisa's fingers took turns rubbing my clit and plunging deep into my tight, dripping pussy. "Oh yeah that's it, give it to me!" she said then sucked hard on my right nipple.

I bucked wildly under Lisa for several minutes. I moaned, then screamed and the cursed then after the last hard contraction of my inner pussy, I fell limp against the bed, only occasionally shaking from an orgasmic aftershock in my quivering pussy. 

Lisa leaned down and softly kissed my lips and cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked as she caressed my cheek.

I giggled a little and looked into her beautiful eyes. "I'm more than okay." 

I lifted my head up and kissed her deeply. As our tongues dance in each other's mouth, I rolled Lisa onto her back and slithered on top of her body. I kissed her lips and then her neck until she was squirming underneath me. Lisa breath was shuddering and her hands ran up and down my spine, making my pussy tingle again.

I kissed my way down Lisa's body until I got to her breasts. I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard. Lisa reacted to my lips and tongue by moaning and grabbing the back of my head. "Oh my god, you're driving me wild!" she hissed.

I looked up at Lisa's face and lustfully looked into her eyes while I continued to suck her nipple and softly pinched her other nipple. As I played with her nipples, I slid my body between her legs and rested my hips on her groin. I could feel her wetness against my body and the extreme heat radiating from her pussy. Feeling how turned on Lisa was made me even more aroused and I had this uncontrollable urge to taste her and make her cum with my mouth.

I kissed my way down her body over her ribs and belly. Even though I had seen Lisa's shave pussy many times before it looked so different just inches away from my face. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened in the glow of the light from outside. Her clit was swollen and erect, and it seemed to be begging me to suck on it.

I slid off the bed and removed my jeans the rest of the way then returned to my position between her legs. I teasingly kissed her inner thighs as I worked my way up to her pussy. I felt her body react to my exploring mouth as she writhed and her skin erupted in a wave of goose bumps. I used my right index finger and parted the cleft of her pussy, as she had done to me earlier. The aroma, a mixture of sweet sweat and lusty musk, that wafted up from her pussy made my head swim. 

"Please go down on me..." Lisa whimpered.

I looked up Lisa's body and she looked back at me with half opened eyes filled with lust. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I lowered my head towards her soaking pussy. I extended my tongue and lightly touched the flesh at the bottom of her tight hole. 

I ran the tip of my tongue up her pussy, causing her lips to part, until I reached her stiff clit. I was pleasantly surprised on how hot and soft her pussy was against my tongue. Lisa's reaction to my mouth on her pussy caught me off guard as she ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my mouth tight against her pussy.

Lisa's head fell back onto the bed and she began to play with her own breasts, with here free hand, and moaned loudly. Her pussy oozed out a thick stream of sweet juice onto my lips and I greedily lapped up every drop. There was so much of it that some of her sap coated my chin and spilled onto the bed. 

As I ate Lisa's pussy, I slipped a finger inside her pussy and felt for the small bundle of nerves inside I knew was there. It didn't take me long to find her engorged G-spot. I licked and sucked hungrily on her clit as my finger massaged the magic area inside her clenching pussy. I grinded my crotch against the bed, letting the silky material of the comforter rub my clit.

It wasn't long before I felt Lisa's pussy muscles begin to contract around my finger and more of her sweet sap ooze out of her and onto my tongue. "Oh my... god... I'm...cumming!" Lisa cried out.

Lisa's body bucked wildly and it was all I could do to keep my mouth on her. As I sucked on her clit harder, she arched her lower back. Lisa drove her heels into the bed and wrapped both of her hands in my hair, holding my head in place.

With one last shout, Lisa's pussy sprayed my face and covered my chin and hand with her sticky cum. Lisa kept calling out to god and thrashed about like she was on fire. My own pussy was twitching and my juices oozed onto the comforter.

When Lisa was calmed down from her orgasm, I softly kissed my way up her body until I reached her full lips. "So, how did I do?" 

Lisa kissed me deeply and replied, "Oh god ... I think you did an amazing job. I think you almost killed me."

I giggled as I blushed, then said, "I'm glad." I gently nibbled the nap of her neck and massaged her body with mine. While I rubbed myself on Lisa, she ran her hands slowly down my body then felt her slide one of her legs between mine. Our lips met again in a soft kiss that quickly deepened as Lisa positioned herself between my legs. 

I moved so my pussy rested against hers, the first time my pussy had touched another. Feeling her wet smooth pussy lips against mine was the most intense sensation I had ever felt. Slowly, Lisa began to rotate her hips underneath me and I followed her lead. I broke the kiss off so I could watch her face as we slowly grinded against each other. 

My nipples were hard and danced against hers as tiny waves of pleasure shot from my breast throughout my body. Then she lifted her hips and pressed her pussy hard against mine. "Oh my," I moaned.