1 comments/ 22773 views/ 3 favorites Beautiful One By: WickedDrX -1- The story was good for headlines in the tabloids, while the big city papers ran it lower, but still on the front page. Experts and pseudo-experts were called in to give their assessments and opinions. Television talking heads bantered about the mystery from one end of the country to the other and even over-seas. Some stories, even on a single person, can be that important, and this one was. The woman considered to be the most beautiful creature of this, or some said, any century, was missing. Vanished, it seemed, into thin air. They feared for her life. Local police investigated the deranged fan theory, as well as the kidnap possibility. No ransom note had been delivered to anyone, but who knew in these cases? One day she was finishing up a modeling shoot, meeting with her agent, Cora Brown, in regards to a new movie she was considering, her fifth. The next day, she was gone. Her bank accounts were frozen, her business dealings put on hold. Nothing had been removed from either of her homes, nor it seemed, disturbed in any way. There had been no sign of a struggle, which the authorities found heartening. Of her three vehicles, one had been thought to be missing until it was returned by the garage into whose care it had been entrusted. The mechanic who regularly maintained the expensive machine had said that the owner promised him an extra bonus if it could be repaired by the weekend. It wasn't. He missed his deadline for the bonus, but still fully expected to be paid for his services. She was loved the world over, every young boy knew her name, men of all ages adored her, even women loved her. Rumor was that even the Pope in Rome had a secret crush on her and regularly confessed it as a sin. Her innocent beauty, coupled with her honest love of others was legendary. It was said that no flaw had ever been noted by any photographer fortunate enough to work with her. Her appearance was known to cause traffic jams of epic proportions in any city. If she happened to be modeling on a particular section of beach, it was a certainty that the remaining portion of the coastline would be free of people. Her publicist was quick to point out that her client had always welcomed the attention with wonder and glee, was always happy to spend time with her fans so long as time permitted, and was notably disappointed when it wasn't. There were naturally those who wished to exploit her, use her image for their personal gain, use her body for their gratification. The women who longed to mother the orphaned beauty, those who lusted for her as a sex object, both men and women, paled in number to those who merely loved her for the unbelievable beauty she was. And now she was gone. Where and why became the question of the month. Sightings of her in the Middle East, Russia, China, India, South America, were rampant. Name a country, someone had seen her. She was being held as a love slave by some perverted sheik who had paid millions for her, had been seen at the feet of a shaman priest, was now hideously deformed by a flash fire caused by use of some exotic drug. The stories were everywhere. Gone, like a thief in the night, her crime the empty lives of her most rampant fans. Her own private life lay mostly hidden from public view, it was the price she demanded, and got, for the public life she gave of so easily and fully. It was known that she had lost her parents at the age of seventeen. A tragic plane crash had taken their lives while traveling on her behalf. It was an event she, understandably, never quite got over. Her parents had supported her rise to fame but were rare in that they had not exploited her as some "stage-door" parents do. She enjoyed the limelight from an early age, but they had always told her that if it became more work than fun, she should get out of the business. Modeling had been her first job, and her first love. Films came later when it was found that she had a gift for acting. Directors clamored for her, and established stars enjoyed working with her since she preferred to learn from them rather than see herself as a star. The movie director with whom she had been dealing was forced to cast another up-and-coming starlet in the role written for her, but secretly held out little hope for the film's success. Vanished, as the fog under the blaze of the mid-morning sun. -2- The fuel gauge read between empty and bone dry as the battered Toyota sputtered into the nondescript station. The big sign simply said, GAS. "That's what I'm after!" muttered the driver. After too many hours behind the wheel, the driver had become immune to the scenery of the vast mid-western plains, and only now looked around and actually saw things. Small, Midwestern town, clean streets, happy looking children with their mothers, even the cop on the corner was patting a child on the head playfully, and the cashier who took the driver's money smiled. "Nice town, could be a nice place to live. Worth a try," thought the driver. "Besides, it's time for a break. Maybe here, finally, maybe here." "Can you recommend a decent place to catch lunch?" "Miss Birdie's Restaurant across the street has the best lunches west of Bayview!" returned the cashier. "Thanks,' returned the weary traveler, who had already been on the road for six hours by ten a m. Breakfast had consisted of toast and coffee before leaving the cheap motel, and it just wasn't going to last. Time to fuel the body as well as the tank. "WAITRESS WANTED - WILL TRAIN" read a sign in the window of the restaurant. "Wonder if they hire fat, homely, girls," mused the driver as she steered the faithful little car towards "Miss Birdie's Family Style Restaurant". The brunch crowd was gathering, boisterous, familiar, and good-natured. Laughter seemed to be high on the menu of the clean and efficient eatery, and the traveler noticed that Miss Birdie herself did much to foster it. "How about a nice steak, Birdie?" called out a customer. "I'd broil you one Chester," she returned, "if you hadn't sent over that side of beef that took me two days to boil down to edibility!" A well dressed, heavy set, man in a booth turned and laughed loudly at this bit of humor. "Don't know what you're laughing about Mr. Big shot, you just ate the biggest slab of it I had," shot Birdie at the banker type. He now roared at this bit of news. "And I even complimented you on it too, didn't I? Proves what a good cook you really are Birdie. When are you and I going to run away together?" Birdie ignored the question. The traveler ordered the daily special, and continued watching and listening to the music of Birdie's Restaurant. The sounds were pleasant and the food was good, better in fact than she had enjoyed in a long time. Maybe this was the place to stop for a while. Birdie did, in fact, hire the matronly looking as waitresses. "I prefer 'em," she replied when directly asked, "I hire the pretty girls for the supper trade, usually, but the evening shift is what I need to fill now if you want to give it a try. My head waitress at night is Mandy. She's a good waitress, she's not catty, and I respect her opinions. Spends too much time in the kitchen with Roy, the night shift cook, if you ask me, but still a good waitress. If you pass muster with her, you're hired. I do it that way because you'll be working closely together and I like for my girls to get along." "Looking forward to meeting Mandy." Later that evening, after finding a modest but comfortable place to stay, and moving her meager belongings, the traveler returned to Miss Birdie's and her new job. The head waitress sat behind the counter, her short white uniform showing a generous amount of well muscled thigh, smoking a cigarette, and drinking black coffee. Thick, bleached blond hair circled an attractive face, full smiling lips, and pretty brown eyes with thick natural lashes. "Hi there," she called, "welcome to Miss Birdie's. Would you like a menu?" "Only to study, I'm Sara Nelson, the new waitress. That is, if I pass muster with you," she corrected with a smile. "Thank the stars!" exclaimed Mandy. "From the way Birdie talked, you were one of those middle aged women she prefers for the lunch crowd. Oh! I don't mean anything bad by that, it's just..." "Don't worry," Sara soothed, "I'm overweight and not all that attractive. I know it and I deal pretty well with it. So, where do I start?" Sara caught on to the routine of the place quickly, learned the entire menu by the end of the night and made enough in tips to just about pay the rent on the three room cottage she had taken, for a night or two anyway. Mandy turned out to be her best friend in town, the brash waitress helping Sara build a client base. That's what she called her regular customers, her client base. It was important to have a solid base of customers because they were a source of steady income. Money was important to Mandy. With money she could afford to leave Thompsonville once and for all. "The big city, that's where I want to go," she would say, "they're all the same, just pick one and that's where I want to go! There's always something going on in the bigger cities, not like here. Here, they roll the streets up early and even the police go home." Not everything was dull in Thompsonville for Mandy. Thursday evenings were slow in the restaurant and that was the night she spent more time in the kitchen than usual. Sara discovered why quite by accident. The fourth week she was there, the Thursday had been unusually slow. The three of them had been sitting at the counter, talking and reading the newspaper. Mandy noticed an article about the missing model. "Have you been following this?" she asked Sara. "Not really." "I have. Damn, I wish I had that woman's looks. That woman could have any man she wanted just by snapping her fingers. What a life she must have." "You've got me!" teased Roy, "What more could you ask for?" Sara noticed Roy's hand slipping further up Mandy's thigh as he spoke, noting that Mandy made no effort to stop him. Miss Birdie's hints about the two seemed to be on target. "One thing you failed to notice," said Sara, "she's missing! It just may be her looks that caused that to happen. There are some real crazies out there. Somebody might have snatched her to use as a play-toy." "Maybe, or maybe she got involved with some druggie, who knows? Still, what a beauty she is. I mean, I love her, and I've never even actually seen her. What a waste if something bad happened to her." This from Roy. "That's the point, Roy, everybody loves her. I still wish I were her. And what do you mean you love her, I thought you loved me! " "I do Doll, it's just that every guy in the universe loves her. Show me a guy not in love with her and I'll show you a guy that ain't been paying attention. Hell, even the gay guys love her!" Roy whispered into Mandy's ear. Mandy giggled quietly. "Watch the dinning room will you Sara? I have to help Roy in the kitchen for a while." As the door to the kitchen closed, she thought she saw a flash of Mandy raising her short uniform skirt, exposing her naked ass. Decidedly non-restaurant sounds began to be heard from the kitchen, and while Sara wasn't sure what was happening in the back room, she was sure that it wasn't her business. Standing at the window, she noticed a carload of Mandy's regulars pulling up. She called to Mandy, but getting no response, she entered the kitchen. The front of the kitchen was empty, but noises could be heard further back, by the chef's table. Making her way back to the cooks area, she was startled to see Mandy kneeling on the floor in front of Roy with her hands grasping his ass, his cock buried deep into her mouth. Roy was sliding his member in and out of Mandy's mouth slowly, shoving it in deeper with each stroke, until finally she took all of it into her throat. Roy groaned and thrust his hips forward, grasping the blond head with both hands. Again he groaned, his whole body trembled as he came, shooting his load into her throat. Mandy continued sucking him for several seconds, swallowing several times. After what seemed like minutes, Roy's deflating tool eased out of the blonde's mouth. Sara watched in fascination as Mandy then removed a rather large carrot from between her legs and insert it into Roy's mouth. "Here honey," Sara heard her say, "eat this." Sara backed out of sight and called "Customers in!" She then returned to the dinning room to seat the customers. Mandy hurried out of the kitchen, and directly to the ladies room to "freshen up" before taking care of her customer base. Roy's face appeared in the serving window, munching on the carrot like a happy rabbit. Later, Sara confessed to Mandy what she had seen. "Do you love him?" she asked. "Well, kind of. Actually I love his huge cock, while he, on the other hand, is not really all that bright. Besides, he's actually still married. His wife ran off with a woman, if you can believe it, but won't give him a divorce. Says it looks better if she's still married. He hasn't seen her for months. Anyway, I need a guy who at age twenty seven is not a night cook at Miss Birdie's Family Style Restaurant, if you understand what I mean." "I understand," replied Sara, "but does Roy? I've noticed the way he looks at you. I think he's in love with you Mandy." "He says he is, but I think it's just lust. We screw well together. Most guys seem to fall in love with whatever warm hole they're putting their cock into." "I hope that's not the way it really is, I mean guys falling in love with a warm hole. That leaves me without a guy." Mandy looked shocked, "Don't tell me you're a ....?" "Yup, guilty as charged." Sara smiled, "Virgin as the day I was born. Odd isn't it?" The conversation was interrupted by customers, and not brought up again that night. -3- Sara's charm and wit quickly gained her a solid following of customers, much to the delight of Miss Birdie who could see the increase in business. Mandy too, was happy for her new-found friend, since it meant she would stay around for a while. The following Thursday, as Sara discovered they usually were, was slow enough to close early. They did sometimes to save on Birdie's utility bills. Sara busied herself in the dinning room, cleaning, filling condiment containers, and straightening the chairs, while Mandy and Roy cleaned up in the kitchen, and prepared for the morning cook. As Sara finished she heard the familiar sounds of Mandy's giggling and Roy panting. Entering the kitchen, she made her way towards the chef's table. This time was no accident. Mandy sat on the chef's table, completely naked, her heels on the edge of the wood, resting on her elbows. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, a look of extreme pleasure on her face. Roy too, was completely naked, legs spread wide apart, huge cock hard and bobbing in anticipation, he leaned forward, his head hidden between Mandy's thighs. Sara could hear sounds of sucking and kissing as his tongue disappeared into Mandy's dark, furry, pussy. Surely they knew they were making enough noise to attract her attention. Mandy urged him on, "Oh yeeees! There! There! More please, more, more!" Her words seemed to have the desired effect as Roy lapped her clitoris, tenderly, covered her mound with his mouth and sank his tongue deep into her quivering gash, licking the inside of her canal, causing her to cry out again with pleasure. Mandy's hips thrust upwards into Roy's face, her legs spreading wide apart, he grasped the twin globes of her firm ass in his hands, driving his tongue as far into her heaving hips as he possibly could, his teeth scraping her clitoris. Leaning on one elbow now, she grabbed a handful of his hair, locking his head firmly into her hips, grinding into his sucking mouth as the first of her powerful orgasms washed over her. Her ass bounced on the heavy table as she came, Roy's head following her every move, until finally she released her vice-like hold on him and leaned back with a sigh. "Put it in me, now!" she demanded, her hips still bucking slightly as if in anticipation of another climax. As Roy pulled Mandy's hips to the edge of the table, they both noticed Sara. "You two are good. Mind if I continue to watch?" she asked in a tiny voice. "Won't bother me!" returned Roy. "Join in if you like," said Mandy, "believe me, there's enough for the both of us!" "I'd rather watch, besides, I have this problem..." "Oh yah," finished Mandy, "virgin! Do me, big boy!" "Yes ma'am!" Said Roy as he grasped her legs, placed one on each shoulder, and directed his throbbing cock to the warmth of her overheated cunt. It now became important to Roy to put on a good show for the other woman watching, to show what he could do, how he could make a woman feel. Roy was hunting for new game. The head of his pole slid just inside her pussy lips, he slid it up and down the opening, teasing her, making her want his whole cock inside her. She dug her heels into his back, pulling him forward, but still he refused her, making her suffer for him. When he was ready he would give her the release she begged for, not until. Groaning and cursing him, she rubbed her cunt lips up and down the length of his hard cock. Grasping the thing in her own hand, Mandy returned the head of the monster to her aching slit, and thrust her hips forward, hard, driving him deep into her wet cunt. Roy began thrusting then, with ever increasing depth, until he was buried fully into her. Mandy slid her legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, grinding herself into him with powerful strokes of her beautiful legs. Sara watched in awe as her friend became like a woman possessed, her tanned breasts dancing in rhythm to her hips, riding this man's cock as though her existence depended on it. Mandy grunted, and shrieked with lust as she forced him into her, until again the waves of pleasure rolled over her. She threw her arms around him as he lifted her off the table, jamming her sweet cunt full of his pulsing cock. She shuddered, grinding his hips as the spasms took control of her senses. He held her close until the waves passed, and then gently eased her legs to the floor, his pole still deep in her overheated canal. He kissed her eagerly, and whispered into her ear. She nodded. Still impaled on his rigid cock, she threw one leg up and spun around on the other foot, as he leaned back. Her back to him, she bent over the table while he took her from behind for a time. Sara's hand went to her mouth, stifling a quiet scream, watching in horror and fascination as Roy removed his cock from Mandy's slit and placed it at the door to her tiny ass. Mandy grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing Sara her acceptance of the act. Roy wet a finger with her lubricating juices, and eased the finger into her tiny hole, He began fingering the orifice, relaxing the muscle for the assault to come. "Now!" she cried, "Do it now! Put it in me!" Slowly, at first, he eased the massive head of his cock into her tender ass hole. Mandy pulled harder on her ass cheeks and wiggled, forcing her anus to accept him. Together, they drew themselves closer, until finally his entire length had been driven into her smooth anus. Mandy held on to the table tightly until the tension and slight pain subsided. Roy remained still until he was sure she was ready . First one and then the other of her long legs wrapped themselves around the back of his calves, locking her to her lover who now began a steady, but slow thrusting of her beautiful ass. He took long strokes, only the very head of his hard cock remained imbedded in her before he once again drove relentlessly into her buttery softness. Mandy's cries of lust became louder as he pushed his hard cock into her with ever increasing speed and force. With her legs she pulled him along, forcing him to drive ever faster into her tortured ass, sobbing with pleasure. Roy eased a finger into her soft pussy and began to stroke her engorged clit, rubbing the little bud with ever increasing force. Her hips pumped him, impaled as she was now both front and rear, her head shook from side to side, her long hair a mist of yellow against her tanned body, she climaxed every few seconds until she felt she couldn't ever cum again. And then she would. Suddenly Roy stiffened, then shuddered, driving his throbbing cock deep into Mandy's soft asshole. He groaned, loudly, jabbing his hips forward, lifting Mandy off the table with his tool as he shot his copious load of cum deep inside her. She tightened her hold on his legs until she felt his cock stop spurting into her anus and then slowly released him, finally allowing his spent pole to leave her satisfied body. She turned to face him then, kissing, stroking, his face tenderly. "Damn, you're good." she said softly. "I never thought I'd quit climaxing." Roy only smiled weakly. "You do wear a man out." he said. Beautiful One Sara was surprised and a little horrified to find that she too had climaxed while watching the pair, unconsciously stroking herself through her heavy uniform. She startled the pair when she shrieked as she climaxed. Red faced, she leaned against the door. "That was the most incredible thing I've seen in years." she said meekly. "Better than seeing me suck him off last week?" asked Mandy with a sly smile. "You knew before I confessed, didn't you?" "Sort of planned it actually." returned Roy. "We knew we could only get away with it if we had a look-out we could trust, or if we were actually closed, like now. Too dangerous otherwise." "Have you ever been actually caught?" "Birdie almost caught us a couple of months ago. Came back in for the afternoon receipts while we were going at it back here. I was horny as hell and decided to give Roy's schlong a taste, so I dragged him back here, unzipped him and went to town. Fortunately, we had the presence of mind to open this cabinet door before I went down on him. When we heard the kitchen door open I grabbed a big can of corn, while Roy turned towards the inside of the pantry and just dropped his apron. Poor dear Birdie would have had the big one if she had actually caught us! Three minutes earlier she would have seen her night shift waitress with nine inches of spewing cock shoved into her mouth, and loving every inch!" Roy grinned at this and stroked her sweat dampened hair lovingly. "As much as you hate this town, you'd never be able to get away with doing this in the big city. Too many people. Too busy." "There are some advantages to a small town, " admitted Mandy, "but I still want to leave. Anyway, I think we have some extra cleaning up to do before we leave!" "Haven't you two considered having sex, like, at home?" "We do quite often, my place usually, but we do get horny at work too you know! Anyway, Roy and I will clean up back here, we promise. Time for good girls to be going home." Sara had learned quite a lot that evening, and in the several weeks that followed, learned even more. Mandy and Roy became bolder and bolder with their love-making, knowing that they had an alert and faithful look-out to warn them of impending disasters. One evening, with customers in the dinning room, Sara caught Mandy licking a scoop of whipped cream off the head of Roy's rigid pole, complete with cherry, all the while Roy stood behind the grill watching the customers finish their dinners. She continued watching until he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and began squirting his own cream onto her face and into her mouth. Shaking her head, she returned to the dinning room. "Damn!" she muttered. -4- Monday, following the whipped cream incident, Roy was out of town and on vacation for a few days. Old Oscar was a retired chef from one of the big city restaurants who filled in on rare occasion as a favor to Birdie. He had been in love with Birdie for years and would do anything for her, except tell her he loved her. He and Mandy were sitting at the counter waiting for the customers at table four to make up their minds, discussing Old Oscar's lack of "balls", as Mandy put it. "How will she ever know you love her if you won't tell her, or let anyone else tell her?" asked Mandy. "If I love someone, he's going to know it. Life is too short not to at least try for the one you love. You have to tell her Oscar, you just have to. She's lonely too you know, since her husband died. Why shouldn't both of you be happy?" "We're too old for that sort of nonsense," returned Oscar. "Besides, I'm not so sure she'd have me. She's a much younger woman you know!" "Oscar, she's only fifteen years younger than you! Besides, who cares? Be happy! Promise me you'll tell her?" "At my age, I don't make promises I may not be able to keep." he retorted. Mandy threw up her hands in dismay, "Why do I try?" she lamented. No one noticed the lone customer who had taken a seat at one of the small, made-for-two, tables. Both girls saw him at the same time, and Mandy made a move to bring him a menu since he was sitting in her section. Sara grabbed her arm and whispered to her; "I'll add ten dollars to whatever tip he leaves as long as I can serve him." Mandy looked as though someone had just kicked her on the shin. She looked at her customer, and back again at Sara. "May I have a menu, please?" he asked. Sara grabbed one and hurried to his side. "Sorry to make you wait, I promise to make it up to you with the best service you've ever had." He smiled, "It's not a problem, I just wasn't sure you knew I was here, that's all." "Believe me, I knew you were here." she whispered. "Coffee? Cream and sugar, right?" "Yes, please. You're good!" he exclaimed, surprised that she had gotten it right without ever having seen him before. "You have no idea," she returned. She brought his steaming coffee, and menu, brushing his hand as she served. Not accidentally. She then returned to the counter and Mandy. "Okay, who is he? Tell me what you know, and please hurry." Still stunned for a moment, Mandy looked dumfounded at her friend. Never had she shown interest in a customer like this. She cared for their needs in a professional manner, but never in a personal way like this. Something strange was going on here, and she didn't know how to react to it. Sara's hands began to wave in a hurry-up motion bringing Mandy back to reality. She shook her head to clear out the cobwebs of wonder, and began; "His name is Don Anderson, about forty five years old, wife and daughter killed recently in a car wreck over in Wilsonburg. Wife was a total bitch, no one could understand why he stayed with her, but his daughter was as sweet a little girl as you could find anywhere. I don't know what he does for a living exactly, but I think it has something to do with an electronics place out on the highway somewhere. They build some high-tech stuff out there. Used to be one of my regulars, but I haven't seen him for a while." Sara hugged her friend, "Thanks Mandy, I owe you one." "Why the interest? I mean he's a nice enough guy, but nothing special." "Maybe not to you, but I plan to marry Mr. Don Anderson within the next three months. I'm just glad he's not still married. I'd hate to be the kind of woman to steal another woman's husband." With that, she turned suddenly and walked gracefully to her customer's side. "How's the special of the day?" asked Don "We're quite good. I guarantee satisfaction if you order us." "Us?" " Us. Very limited offer, I go with whatever you order. Sort of a side dish. I promise you won't be disappointed." He looked at her intently. He had been a man to see beauty in most women, a little something in most of them that set them apart from the others. There was something that wasn't quite right about this girl but he couldn't readily identify it. Several pounds overweight, and rather plain looking, there seemed to be a certain grace about her that intrigued him. Besides, no woman had hit on him for years, and this one was even young, maybe too young. He wasn't desperate for a woman, his late wife had refused to ever have sex after the birth of their daughter and he had gotten used to that. But he was lonely and decided to give the brash young girl a try. "How about the hot roast beef sandwich with brown gravy, and the limited offer side dish?" "Coming right up!" "Order up!" she called to Old Oscar who had returned to the kitchen, ready to earn his keep. "Now, are you going to tell me what the hell this is all about?" asked Mandy gently. "Have you just lost your mind, or what? This is not like you at all. You're even walking differently." "I'll tell you all about it later, but for now can you help me with something? I told him I was part of his meal order, you see, so I want to leave when he does." "You really and truly have taken leave of your senses Sara. My god, he's way too old for you. Just a little work and you could have the guys flocking to you. Why pick an old fart like him?" "I don't want a bunch of guys flocking to me. I want to pick a guy on my own terms, and he's the one I pick. I'll explain it better to you later, I promise. Will you be able to handle the place if I leave early?" Mandy made a grand show of looking around the dinning room at the four customers eating late dinners, and Donald. "Might be tough," she teased, "but I think I can handle it." When his meal was delivered, he asked her when she got off work, and her name. "Name is Sara Nelson, for now. As to when I get off work, well that depends," she replied. "When do you think you'll be done with the first course? Remember, I'm the second. More coffee?" As he ate his meal, Don began to regret accepting the waitress' offer. Not that she was bad looking, she wasn't really. At forty three, and looking older, he just wasn't sure about getting involved with a young woman. He hadn't seen her here before, but he hadn't been in to Birdie's for quite a while. Who knew what she was like? While he thought his thoughts, Mandy sided up to him with a coffee pot, for protection no doubt. "Don," she began, "I don't begin to know what is going on with Sara, but she's become my best friend here. Please be good to her. She's really very sweet." She then filled his cup with the thimbleful it needed. Sara had taken a three minute break to run to the battered Toyota, gather what appeared to be a large makeup case, and set it just inside the kitchen door. "My trousseau," she said to Oscar's curious glance. He took a painfully long time to finish his meal. He wanted to give the waitress time to consider what she was promising, change her mind if she wanted to, give her an easy out. Sometimes people do things impulsively, regret doing them, but find no easy way out. We as humans find it difficult to say, "Look, I made a mistake, and I don't want to do this." We blindly go through with it out of some warped sense of honor even though we know we were wrong. Ah, humans! He glanced in her direction, noticed her back to him, dropped a generous tip on the table and walked his bill to the register. Mandy tapped Sara on the arm, and made for the machine. Sara passed Don's table, pocketed the tip and left a hundred dollar bill for Mandy. She didn't plan to ever return. She was wrong. "Look, I'm not going to hold you to your offer, " he said, "I mean if it was just a joke or something..." "Now I sound like a total idiot." he thought. "I hoped you wouldn't think that," she said "because I've never been more serious about anything." He smiled a little-boy-caught-in-the-cookies smile, paid his bill, and left with his "very limited offer" second course. "Would you like to follow me? The thing is, I don't know where to take you. It's not like I've dated a lot in the past twenty years. I really don't know where a "cool" place is for a date anymore." "Your place would be quite cool enough, and I would be honored to ride with you if you don't mind being seen with me." she said slyly "That doesn't leave much room for escape if I turn out to be an evil person," he returned. "You won't," she said, confidently, "besides, it answers two questions. If you really are widowed, you won't mind taking me home. And second, a man's home tells a lot about him, what he's like and what's important to him." She slid close to him in the car as they drove, talking about his job, his late wife and through tears, his daughter who he had such high hopes for. She comforted him as best she could, lost in her own thoughts for a while. Soon they came to a group of newly built houses at the edge of town. Built on an old farm whose owner had passed away and left no family to take over. A local developer had purchased the property and built several modest homes, most with views of the open plains. Don turned his car into one of the driveways and shut off the engine. "This is it," he said simply. "It's not big, but it's nice inside." Nicely sculpted flower beds abounded with roses, bushes and other flowers. They needed a bit of weeding she noticed, but well cared for otherwise. Low walk lights lit their path to the door. A nice touch, she thought. Inside, a polished marble floor welcomed them. the brass edging setting off the black stone beautifully. "Wife always hated the marble." he returned when she complimented him on it. "Said it was an invitation to a lawsuit if anyone ever slipped on it." Setting her case on the floor, she noticed the obvious female touches still in evidence. Figurines of children, and little woodland creatures occupied tables and wall shelves. Vases without flowers crowded other corners. An oversized entertainment center boasted machines she hadn't seen for quite while. A massive reel-to-reel tape deck stood ready to offer tunes for hours. He went to the system and flipped the master switch. Light jazz music seemed to come from everywhere in the house at once, which indeed it did as she found out later. Speakers were hidden seemingly everywhere. He took her hand and made to sit her on the leather sofa. "Don't I get the two dollar grand tour first?" she asked feigning a hurt look. "Love to give the tour, though there's not really very much to see other than this." Sweeping his hand to include the kitchen / dinning room and living room area. "Down this hall," he said, her hand still in his, "are the bedrooms, the master on the right with it's own bath, Nikki's room here," indicating a closed door, " and the computer room. I spend way too much time in there on the "net". Master bath is here straight ahead." "That's what I was looking for," she said shyly "I need to borrow it for a little while. If you would like to start a pot of that coffee we both seem to love, I won't be too long." "Done," he said, "I'll see if I can come up with some munchies while I'm at it." She retrieved her case and returned to the safety of the bathroom while he scrambled for the coffee maker. Inside the big bathroom a transformation was taking place, an incredible transformation. Fifty pounds came off with the neatly packed "fat clothes". Makeup removed, along with carefully placed pieces of plastic from her mouth, transformed her face dramatically. A dark wig was removed, revealing long thick auburn hair that cascaded down past well tanned shoulders and over her ample, up-turned breasts. Brown tinted contact lenses were removed leaving bright green eyes in their place. Body make-up washed away to reveal the silky smooth, perfect skin hidden there. From the case, a neatly folded silk dress was removed, along with lace garter belt, and matching silk stockings. High heels, adding three inches to her five foot two inch body were selected and stepped into. Slipping the dress over her otherwise naked body, she inspected the result in the full length mirror behind the closed door. "That should do it," she whispered to the image as she turned to look at herself from all angles. "I think he's mine." Don had just finished feeding cream and sugar into two steaming mugs of strong coffee, and arranging some cookies on a plate. Maybe he should find out whether Sara had eaten before offering her just cookies. Waitresses usually eat during lulls in business but there was no way for him to know if she had or not. Turning toward the hallway, intending to call to her, he was stopped dead in his tracks as if hit in the chest with a bat. Gliding into the living room from the hall was the most fantastic looking creature he had ever laid eyes on. Speech was impossible, he felt the color leave his face as if even his blood tried to hide from such beauty. He clutched at the kitchen counter to keep from falling over his own leaden feet , and knew that no matter what his next words were, they were going to be the most stupid words ever uttered by man. "What have you done with Sara?" "Stuffed her into that overnight case, hopefully forever." sang the voice of the angel standing before him. When she smiled with the revelation, he knew he should be kneeling down before her, begging forgiveness for speaking. "Bethany DeCameron!" he blurted like a fool. "Guilty!" she returned. "Missing, disappeared, everyone's looking for you,... whole damn world!" he continued. "Not everyone. You know where I am, and so do a very few others." "Why? Why here, why me?" he blurted "Because I fell in love with you a couple of hours ago. The rest I'll explain later, but first, I really need a kiss." She eased closer to him, slid her arms around his neck and closed her mouth onto his, her tongue easing between his lips, touching his. He held her close, gently, for fear of hurting her like the storybook princess injured by the pea under the twenty mattresses. Her silk covered leg rubbed against him as she pulled him tighter to her body, stroking his head, moaning quietly as they kissed. He hardly dared to move his hands from the middle of her back. He was quite sure now that this was some very vivid dream. Surely he would wake soon, hugging his feather pillow, wishing it were true, and damn sorry it wasn't. How could this be happening? This creature, this most beautiful of women, in love with him? Never. This woman, girl actually, could have any man in the world. He was old, wrinkled almost, a nobody. No, this had to be a dream. Even if it were true, how could he deal with having someone like her being in love with him. But it had to be just a dream, so, no problem..... Hands tugged at his shirt, tiny, soft, strong hands pulling his shirt tails out of his waistband, that suddenly felt looser. Mouth more insistent on his lips, sucking his tongue into tender mouth, more insistent moaning from deep inside her. "Make love to me!" she whispered as she nibbled his ear. The voice like the song of an angel. A tiny, little girl voice, insistent, needing, full of love. Her hands now stroking his naked back, sliding down inside his pants. "I couldn't defile you." He didn't know what else to say to her, because that's the way he felt. No part of him was good enough to enter, defile, her body. "You couldn't, I want you, I love you. Donald, I'm not leaving this house until you have sex with me." He backed away from her in order to see her better, "That might not be a bad deal either," he said, finally realizing that this was not a dream. As he leaned back, she playfully pulled his shirt over his head, quickly removing it. He felt very, very naked. Again she came to him, kissing his face, neck, his chest. Fingers fumbled at his pants fastenings, belt loose, button loose, lips at his stomach, tongue licking his skin. He took her beautiful head in his hands lifting her face to his, their lips meeting again insistently, his jeans dropping to his knees as her legs stroked his. Her fingers hooked inside his briefs, his hardness preventing her from removing the pesky garment. He gently took her arms, trying to prevent her from doing this defilement of her own body. "No!" she pleaded. "Please don't stop me. How could you not want this?" With a sudden deft move, the pink silk dress lay in a heap on the floor, her beautiful body naked in front of him. "Beth, I want you so badly it hurts. How can I not want you, look at me." His briefs bulged vulgarly, the thing inside vibrating, fighting for release. "Poor thing, he wants out!" Her hands slid down his waist again, hooked his briefs and pulled down hard. "Bethy kiss poor thing?" That little girl voice again, no defense for it. She kissed, dragging his pants to the floor as she kneeled in front of him. He stepped out of the offending clothing, now completely naked in front of the woman that every man in the world loved, and desired. Her mouth tenderly kissing his cock, her pink tongue touching the opening at the tip, her small hand barely surrounding his girth, she marveled at it's size, stroked it. He was not nearly as big as Roy, but the thought of him inside her body thrilled her. She felt a wetness between her smooth legs as her lubricating juices began to flow. He grasped her shoulders, pulling her to her feet, held her naked body to his. stroking her perfect body, his hands feeling her every curve, his breath coming in heavy gasps now as he touched her, as she touched him. Beautiful One "Ready for coffee yet?" she asked. "Yes," he replied stupidly, his voice crackling as he spoke the one word reply. She smiled, broke loose of his grasp, retrieved the mugs, and headed for the master bedroom, heels tapping on the hardwood hall floor. "Coming?" she teased. He followed the silk stockinged legs into his bedroom, stripped the quilt from the bed and sat next to the beautiful one, sipping coffee. "This is going to sound a bit weird considering how I seduced you," she said softly, "but, please take it slow at first. I still have everything I was born with." "Oh no," he groaned, "the rumors are true, you are a virgin." "Sorry,' she said, "I always wanted to stay this way until I found the man I would fall in love with, and you're it." "How can you know that? We just met, how can you know you're in love with me?" "It really is kind of a complicated story, but I promise to explain it,...after. Unless you're trying to stop me again." "No, not anymore. Finish your coffee." Two unladylike gulps and the coffee disappeared, some of it running down her chin, dripping onto her smooth, pink tipped breast. He leaned toward her, licking the coffee from the firm breast, licking the nipple, teasing it to erect hardness. Beth moaned loudly in pleasure, holding his head to her quivering breast, pushing her chest toward him. Her empty coffee mug dropped to the carpeted floor, upright. Don placed his mug on the nightstand, and returned to Beth's breast, on his knees, kissing, suckling at her breasts like a contented child. Kissing and licking at her stomach now, at her tiny waist, as she leaned back on the big firm bed, her legs not quite touching the floor, her hips on the edge. His tongue drew across her hips, feeling the heat rise from her smooth shaved mound, surprised to find it that way. He licked the top of her mound, feeling her legs spread wide. She thrust her pelvis forward, searching for the tongue that was driving her so crazy, directing his head with her soft hands. His errant tongue continued tracing the outer lips of her slit, dipping occasionally into the fold of her wetness, touching the rising bud of her clitoris. Closer and closer the circles traced by his tongue came to the inner lips of her glorious virginal pussy. Her moaning became louder, more urgent, as he reached his goal. Her legs shook as she continued to force her hips at his face, moaning, begging, the pleasure giving tongue into her sweet hole. Just when she was sure she couldn't take any more of his tongue's teasing of her mound, she felt it enter again to tease the tiny, hard bud. This time he didn't remove it. His touch, light as a butterfly's wing, stimulating every nerve in her hot clit. Beth bit her lip as she tried to suppress the scream welling up from the red-blue haze in her brain. The teasing of her mound had been nothing compared to the reaction of her tender body to the onslaught she now endured. Her stomach fluttered uncontrollably, shock-waves of pleasure traveled from her white-hot clit to her half crazed brain, as white and red stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyes. Grinding her hips onto his tongue, she called his name, begging for more, still holding his head in her hands, she now understood the look of pleasure she had seen in Mandy's face as Roy's tongue sank into her quim. Nothing had prepared her for the climax beginning deep between her flawless legs. Beginning as a young girl, Beth, upon discovering the pleasant tingly sensations that could be produced when she touched her innocent bud, had rubbed herself to orgasm many times. Usually it followed after the severe loneliness she felt when she had met some handsome man she dare not acknowledge. Usually older, usually married, sometimes with daughters her own age. In those private times in her trailer, or at home she would imagine him making love to her, touching her clit to a single orgasm. Now the handsome man of her dreams did the touching for her, with his probing tongue, lightly, the way she needed, the way she dreamed he would, knew he would. Her whole being concentrated on the touch, all her senses came from that tiny spot. Her body no longer responded to her brain's commands, only to his hot, raging, tongue as it danced over her virgin clit, nearly driving her wild. She clutched at his dark head, while her own thrashed from side to side in her ecstasy, the red abyss of orgasm swelled before her, and she happily sank into it as wave after warm wave flowed from her feet to her head, radiating from her quivering canal. She lost track of the number of orgasms she had, wondering if this was a normal thing or just once in a lifetime. If this was normal, she knew she would be driving this man crazy for sex. The pulsing orgasms faded and finally stopped, leaving her drained but very happy. Don kissed the precious mound one last time and stood to his feet, his rock hard member jumping and throbbing in anticipation. He lay next to her on the firm bed, stroking her beautiful face, her hair wet with perspiration. "Are you okay?" he asked, "You sounded like you enjoyed yourself." "Very much okay. Are you going to make me a woman now?" "If that's what you truly want, Beth. You still have the chance to change your mind." Her hand went to his hardness, stroking it, feeling the blood coursing through the veins. "Fuck me daddy," she whispered softly. "Make your baby a women. Please. Now." He rolled onto his back with the beautiful one in his arms, his cock rubbing her moist slit. She felt the sensations beginning again between her legs, knowing that these were the last seconds of her virginity. Finally discarding the high heels, she got to her knees and placed the head of his manhood at the entrance of her tight, hairless cunt. "Is this all going to fit inside me?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Yes, as long as we take it slowly." "I've heard that this can hurt." "I can't say that I really know," he said with a smile, "guys aren't made like girls, and I can't say that I've ever actually deflowered a virgin before. She eased her hips down, slipping the head into her soft vagina "We'll have to see, I guess." She impaled herself slowly on his cock, driving it further into her tender cunt with each stroke until she could feel it touch her hymen. Gritting her teeth, steeling herself for what she had been told would be tremendous pain, she suddenly drew her knees up, driving his huge cock deep into her body. A sharp, but tiny, pain drilled through her vagina as his rod entered her, tearing away forever the thin membrane of her virginity. Crying out, she drove her hips to meet his. She became still then, feeling him deep within her tender canal, wondering when the horrible pain was supposed to start, waiting for it, steeled against it. Reaching out to him. He held her body in his hands, lifting her gently. "Still okay?" he asked. "I said 'slowly'." She began rocking on her knees, stroking his cock with her buttery cunt, milking the beast for the pleasure it gave her. Beads of sweat rolled down her back, wetting the ends of her long hair. "If that was all the pain there was going to be, then I worried for a long time for nothing." she said in a husky voice. "I like this. I like this a lot!" To prove it, she began a steady pumping of his throbbing member, driving it deep into her tender body, moaning with delight as she felt it rub the virgin walls of her sweet pussy. He allowed her to set the rhythm, wanting her to be comfortable. Her first time had to be good for her or she wouldn't enjoy it enough to want to do it again without convincing her that it would get better. He couldn't know how much she loved this, her deflowering, how much her sweet cunt craved his driving penis. She leaned forward, stroking his face, his body, as her hips continued grinding onto his, forcing him ever deeper into her hot slit. His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently, tenderly squeezing the pink nipples to incredible hardness. Her pistoning hips increased their tempo as she rode him, ever faster, feeling the heat build deep inside her as she slammed herself onto his body. Like a maddened animal now, moaning, screeching, but quietly, as the friction extended to her over-sensitive clitoris, she squeezed his cock even harder with her velvety cunt, her hair flying in an auburn mist around her face, her full breasts bouncing. He held her waist now, pulling her down onto him, ramming without mercy into her tiny cunt. Through half closed eyes he could see the look of pure lust in the face of this beautiful creature, the look drove him into a frenzy. He wanted nothing more in life than to forever drive his cock into this woman's body, to have her in his arms begging, as she was doing now, for release. His hips drove relentlessly into hers until he felt the beginnings of his own impending climax. Roughly he pulled her waist down onto him, driving his engorged cock deep into her belly, as he thrust and ground into her, his rod pulsed, throbbed, and then exploded within her tender body, his cum erupting deep in her hot canal. Beth shrieked as she felt him ejaculate, felt the gooey stuff bathe her inflamed cunt walls. The feel of his climax triggered another orgasm deep inside her. Amazed with the power she had over this man's body, and with the power he had over hers. Never had she felt so fulfilled as she did now, never so much in love with another person apart from her family. She lay down on top of him, totally spent, kissed his face, their arms and hands entwined at their sides. "I know for sure that I love you, will always love you, always." she said quietly. He wasn't quite so sure. A woman like this would want, need, someone younger, stronger, one of her crowd. A handsome stud to keep her happy, someone she could be seen in public with. Not some old guy barely able to keep pace with her lifestyle or her needs. The man who finally did get her would be the luckiest man on the planet. She lay on top of Don's warm body, his deflating cock still inside her, forever, she hoped. She brought her legs together clamping him inside her, refusing to let go, afraid that if she did she would loose him forever. Mrs. Donald Anderson, she kept saying over and over to herself until she finally slept, contented in his arms. -5- When she finally awoke, it was to the sound of a shower running and the smell of fresh coffee being made. The sun shone through the blinds, and a light blanket covered her naked body. The clock on the night stand said ten thirty three. Her silk dress hung on a hanger. She slipped out of the bed and looked at her reflection in the dressing mirror. Her hair was a sweat matted mess, lipstick smeared, the little eye shadow she wore making her look like a raccoon. She looked beautiful, she thought, and wondered if anyone else could tell that she was no longer a virgin. She looked again, sighed, and suddenly didn't care whether they could or not. She followed the sound of the running water to the master bath, and silently entered the room. She could see him only hazily through the frosted shower door, but what she could see made her wet again. The opening of the magnetic catch startled him. She stepped into the large bathtub, closed the door and wrapped her arms around his soapy body. "Wash me too?" "My pleasure." "I hope so," she teased. She slid up and down his body, the soap lubricating her. Don applied more soap to the soft cloth and began to apply it to her, paying particular attention to her most private parts. He soaped her beautiful breasts as she presented them to him, the nipples now hardened by the feel of the cloth as it passed over the sensitive buds. Spreading her legs, she directed his hands to her crotch, spread her pussy lips apart and urged him to wash her there. He did so, but lightly. Bending to his haunches, he applied soap to her magnificent legs, and his tongue to her cunt. Reaching around her, he soaped her round, firm ass, making sure to apply the cloth deep between the globes. She trembled slightly, and put one shapely foot onto the tub's edge, opening herself wider to his ministrations. One soapy finger touched her tiny puckered asshole, and she wriggled her pert bottom towards it. "Do it! Put it in! I want to feel everything." she begged. Carefully, he eased the soapy finger into her, easing the muscle open as she adjusted to this latest onslaught of her virginity. Once she had relaxed, he began a steady rhythm between his sucking mouth on her vagina, and his probing finger. This new sensation was almost too much for her to bear. Wriggling her hips, she exclaimed in an insistent voice, "Deeper! More! Put it in all the way!" He was beginning to think he was creating a sex monster, someone who would never be able to get enough thrills. Relentlessly, he drove the finger deeper into her tight hole until it would go no further, and his tongue as deep into her sweet pussy as it could go. Wriggling his finger, and lapping at her cunt walls sent her into immediate climax. He was afraid she would slip and fall in the wet tub. His free arm surrounded her waist. She began to sink to her knees, her leg sliding off the tub edge. Following her down necessitated that he remove himself from her. As his finger slid out of her soft ass, she moaned, loudly, and immediately turned her back to him as she sank to her knees in the tub. She had the soap now, and applied a generous amount to his rigid pole before pulling the engorged member to the entrance his finger had just left. "Beth..."he began. "Your finger felt so good, I want to try. Please?" "I want you to promise me you'll stop if this is too much. I'm told that this can be rather painful for some." "I promise." she returned. He looked at the tiny hole, now opened to accept him, pressed the head of his cock at the pink entry, and fed the angry thing into her. Slowly, relentlessly, he pushed his huge cock into her while she kneeled, still, before him. She steeled herself, despite the pain, accepting his girth with head held high, eyes closed. He allowed her time to get used to him until she wriggled her firm ass into him and begged for more. Backing out of her smooth, buttery soft ass until only the very head remained inside, he then pushed back inside, ever deeper. Slowly, slowly he fucked her precious ass, deflowering her beautiful body once again. Groaning, moaning, as her body took his invasion, Beth's head bowed now as she backed into his onslaught until their legs met, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. They remained locked together as the warm water fell over their bodies, relaxing her, easing the pain in her tender bottom, pain that she refused to acknowledge. His warnings had been right, the pain had been sharp, but only for a little while. Now it became a pleasant kind of pain, with an edge but softer. More like the feeling of scratching a mosquito bite. In her clouded mind she realized what she had begged him to do to her, take her as a whore, the way a common slut from the street would be expected to perform for her client. If he were to put a fifty dollar bill between her toes, she would be reduced in that second to a common prostitute. She wanted this, needed the humiliation it brought. He owned her now, she knew. There was nothing she would not do for him. His strokes increased in tempo now that she became used to him. She moaned louder as pleasure finally replaced the pain, rocking back and forth slowly, taking him into her tender body fully with each stroke. He held her hips as he heaved himself forward, his ravaging tool driving savagely now as she returned his thrusts, groaning loudly, demanding ever more. Her finger entered her wet vagina, probing at her clitoris, increasing the lustful sensations from her hot ass. As the warm water cascaded over her, she could feel his cock swell inside her ravaged canal and knew she had but little time to climax before his tightened ball sac unloaded his thick semen into her bowels. She teased the tiny, sensitive, bud with her fingers, rubbing the erect clit till it almost bled. His sounds of climax behind her, the throbbing of his distended cock as his balls unloaded their stream of semen deep inside her body, combined to finally trigger her own climax. Her hips seemed to explode inside with the deepest climax she had ever hoped to experience, her precious cunt fairly vibrated with every pulse of his cock as he unloaded into her, while her anal muscles worked to milk every drop of cum from his sac. He seemed to climax for ever, her sucking anus keeping his cock a throbbing weapon of lust. Uninhibited, they both groaned and cried out in their passion, as Beth's legs wrapped around his, pulling him firmly into her for the final seconds of their coupling. Even though the sensations of climax had passed, neither of them would let go of the other. Beth's beautiful head rested on her arms as the water continued to stream around her. Slowly her legs released their hold on him, and his thoroughly satisfied cock slid easily out of her ravaged anus, a sticky stream of his cum following the pink head. Rising, she once again turned to face her lover, retrieved the soap and began to clean his deflated member. "I think we need to wash this again!" she said into his ear as she held him. -6- They dressed in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. The pale silk dress of the night before no longer seemed appropriate for her, she wanted to go home now to change into more casual clothing. He still couldn't believe she was here. This magnificent creature that the whole world loved, in his bedroom. The sex with her insistent, demanding. He had taken her virginity, all of it, at her insistence. She could make him do anything with a mere word, a smile, a kiss. And that voice! No angel could form words for the human ear like this woman. How could the rest of mankind forgive him for defiling this woman? Would they? Probably not. He would go through the rest of his life with the shame of being the one man to have corrupted the most beautiful thing on earth. "Could you take me back home now? I'd like to change out of this dress and into something a little less formal. Unless you 'd like me to keep wearing it." "Your call," he returned, "wear whatever you're comfortable with." "A woman should dress for the man she loves. You tell me what you want me to wear." "I love really sexy clothes on a woman, but I think that no matter what you wear, people will consider it to be the height of fashion, and you'll look great in it. That would include a paper bag of course." She giggled at this and said, "I did that once a couple of years ago. Climbed into one of those big lawn bags. The bottom had been cut out and holes made for my arms, the agency killed the photos because they were afraid girls were going to try it. The photos looked too good if I do say so myself." Replacing some of the Sara costume transformed her into someone else again. She needed to remain incognito yet, they both agreed on that. Donald suggested it in order to allow her one further avenue of escape, which he was sure she would take. None of this made any sense to him and she still had offered no explanation for her attraction to him. The ride to her apartment was made in almost complete silence, the car radio playing softly. Neither of them heard the music, or cared. She invited him into her modest apartment, against the rules of course, but she didn't quite care just then. Clean and tidy, her rooms were sparsely furnished with the basic necessities of life in the small town. An inexpensive but efficient stereo, TV, microwave oven, and very few ornaments, were the only additions to the "furnished apartment" she rented. A photograph of an attractive couple sat on her dresser, a baby in the mother's arms. "Your folks?" he asked.