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Manipulation Ch. 01

By: Wills



Introduction

Manipulation is a story in five parts. Each episode is written and will be posted at weekly intervals following a final editing. Please vote and send feedback on the story line, its plausibility, and eroticism. Many thanks.,

MONDAY

Today is the day. I have spent such a long time planning and organising, now, today, finally it starts. I am so excited I can hardly keep still, I wonder if he will call me straight away. I bet he calls his wife first, as much as I love him, he is such a baby. Blindly, he puts his trust in her, and the strength of their relationship.

I hadn't seen her since the summer of 1988, actually that is not quite true, me met briefly last year, at the exhibition of a mutual friend. At the gallery, she had looked stunning, it was hard to believe that 14 years had drifted past, a little heavier maybe but still a lithe and attractive figure with bumps in all of the right places.

She had arrived with her husband, Federico, he was the boss of the company that she went to work for after we completed our business and returned to live in England. My wife always said that she married him on the rebound from me. It was quite dark in the gallery, the work on exhibition a video installation, it was difficult to read facial expressions in the half-light, but there was no mistaking her mischievous smile and the gleam in her eyes. I felt her look and knew that she, like me, was remembering. Her voice had retained the mid-Atlantic accent she acquired when she learnt English with very slight almost unnoticed lisp on certain words. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about our families, her sister, and nephew and the additions since we last met. It was the usual stuff that once upon a time friends or colleagues say when they really have lost contact with each other's lives. Her husband said not a single word other than hello and goodbye.

There was a thing about Anna; a thing that so nearly got me into a great deal of trouble when we worked together. Believe me, this not a fetish of mine, I don't think I really have any except for the usual male desires. Anna had an awesome smell, it was her smell, her body perfume, not a scent or cosmetic application, but her very own true womanly smell, musk and sandalwood with a hint of lemon, it exuded from every pore of her body. You could have put me blindfolded into a darkened room and if she had walked in, I would have known her immediately.

Anna was my Personal Assistant for the four years that I ran an office in downtown area of the city. She is Columbian by birth and shares the full beauty that has kept Columbian women high in the league of world beauties. She arrived in Portugal via Spain, fluent in Portuguese, Spanish, and English. At eighteen years old just what I needed - as a Personal Assistant; Anna was desperate for a job. My wife and I both interviewed her. My wife worked part time for the business, just helping with translations, most of which she did from home; she took immediately to Anna. I was surprised that my wife let me employ her, a gloriously attractive young girl, vivacious with twinkling eyes that spoke of mischief even then. She had a great personality, fitted perfectly with the rest of the team and on top of that, she was stunningly beautiful. Curvaceously figured with a bust that had the power to mesmerise and a cute round bottom. My wife insisted that it was better she was young and relatively inexperienced, that way we could train her to do the work we wanted, she wouldn't be ground down by years of conventional office experience. I was happy to concede; after all, I would be the one working with her most days.

My wife never said anything to me about Anna's captivating potential, I had never strayed in our marriage and owed my wife too much to even consider the risks. It was left unsaid just precisely what would happen to me if I succumbed to temptation.

We worked on the fifth and top most floor of an old building with no lift with fabulous westerly views across the city and the harbour. My habit was to arrive early for work. Each morning I would hear Anna climbing the stairs and the tingles would start across my body. When she entered the room, her smell invaded every corner assaulting my senses. Most of the time she glowed with sheen of perspiration, in the summer, her blouse clung to her body accentuating her breasts. If she wore a tee shirt, it stuck to her midriff, the back dark stained with perspiration. A few times, she arrived at work bra less. There was no mistaking just what was under her tee shirt, her tendency to perspire made it an occasion rather than the norm. There was one time, a memorable day when I so nearly gave in to the temptation of her opulent body, my wife had to lend her a jacket to wear home. It had been a particularly warm and humid afternoon and by the end of the day, Anna would have risked arrest for causing a disturbance if she had travelled home in the damp and virtually transparent top she was wearing. Of course, my wife had never known what really happened and how her entering the room had, in all probability, saved Anna's virginity.

Her hair was a rich dark brown and fell in waves around her face and shoulders. It shone with the jest of youth. She washed her hair every day, sometimes arriving at work with her hair still damp from towelling. I don't know what shampoo she used, her hair always smelt of the spring and the habit she had off tossing her head guaranteed that I received my full measure of its perfume. In a way, its effect was to exaggerate her very own special body perfume. When she came into my room, she always stood close to me and had a habit of bending over the end of the desk or over my shoulder whilst we discussed some paperwork. It was on these occasions that I received the full thrust of Anna's charms, either her hair brushing my face, her breasts forming scallops in her blouse or brushing against my shoulder. I suffered the intense concentration of her body smell, her hair perfume, breasts giggling and her bottom gaily dancing her skirt as she tossed her head and walked across the room back to her office where she would sit down facing me and light up the room with her smile.

Anna sat in a room next to mine facing me from her desk. Most of the time we left the connecting door between our offices open for ease of communication, and so that I could watch her. How I wished I had chosen different office furniture, a glass fronted desk for starters or maybe no desk so she could just perch on a stall facing me! Next door was a small kitchen and toilet. I have never heard a girl pee so loud, I am sure she stood on the toilet to pee, it sounded like someone had turned a hose on.

In many continental European countries, it is quite normal to kiss each other on arriving and departing work. In Portugal 'de-rigor' is two kisses one on each cheek. There was always a slight embarrassment to our morning and evening kisses. I was never quite sure what I was doing or what I was supposed to do with Anna, she had a way of throwing me completely off guard. I never had a problem kissing any of the other female staff, it was a completely natural act, but with Anna I was never sure just where I was supposed to be kissing or for how long or how hard. My kisses landed in her hair, her ear, cheek, corner of the mouth etc., and I never knew where to put my hands! You had to lean in to kiss Anna; she had a habit of standing in a leaning back position. You would have thought that she was trying to say something with her breasts but it actually turned out that she was quite long sighted and leaned back to get people in focus - vanity, like for so many others, stopped her wearing glasses. So with this leaning back posture and the breasts you had to lean across, I was in great danger of pulling her to the floor as I leaned in to kiss her, so I had to hold on to her to kiss her. Just where do you hold a woman whose breasts keep staring at you when you are just giving a social kiss. Holding her arms or shoulders is too intimate and if I put my arm to her side, I invariably collided with her breast as we moved together. Putting my hand into the small of her back gave me a measure of her condition, sometimes hot and clammy, other times cool and damp. These were excruciating and exciting times, she made me feel like a teenager on his first date virtually every day for four years! This was a very personal way to conduct business. I am sure you get the picture; there was a level of intimacy quite unlike the norm of an Anglo-Saxon office.

The first year Anna worked for me, she developed from a shy young girl lacking confidence into a funny, confident young woman, fully aware of her blossoming sexuality. She adored my wife, acted like a daughter or a younger sister, determined to learn as much as possible from her.

During the following three years the sexual chemistry between Anna and myself developed to an almost 'out of control' level. There were times during this period when my entire day, and sometimes my dreams, were filled entirely by thoughts of Anna, the way she looked and smelt, the way she presented herself to me, almost brazenly, but confident, in control of the situation. We both knew that I would not touch her, in a way, this knowledge allowed her to take even greater risks just so she could see how far she could push me. I should have put a stop to it, but my wife, some reason that was never fully clear to me, encouraged both Anna and me to flirt. Ok, my wife picking up great sex from me when I got home, but I was never entirely comfortable with the way they both seemed to conspire to keep me on the edge; it was as if they had some kind of competition going. I can say that I never laid a finger on Anna, well not deliberately, sure, I was tempted, but I had seen too many marriages bust up that way and I did not want to go down that path. Sometimes I went home feeling slightly guilty at what had happened in the office, feeling that I had let my wife down, usually on those occasions I would find that Anna had already telephoned my wife with all the details so by the time I got indoors, my wife was as ready for me as I was for her. 

I guess I just didn't think too clearly about exactly what was going on, I was happy with the situation, a young girl doing everything except seduce me all day long and a grateful wife happy to receive the fruits of Anna's labours when I arrived home. We all seemed happy to play a private sexual game with unspoken rules and undefined boundaries, well, most of the time; it was only in the final few weeks of my stay in Portugal that things crossed the boundary we imagined set for ourselves.

That is how it went on for four glorious sex charged years. At the end there were tears and hugs and promises to keep in touch, as ever we went our separate ways. Anna sent my wife and daughter birthday cards every year. When I was first to the morning post, I discovered that she also sent birthday cards to me signed "Missing You - Love Anna." Over the past fifteen years, I have only seen four cards; I expect there were others.

I came back three months ago to refurbish an old property I had bought. My wife has stayed in England to complete a contract that runs for another twelve months. Tonight, when I checked the e-mail, I found this:

"I have a little present for you - call me any evening between six and seven on xxx xxx xxx xxx, Love Anna."

TUESDAY

It had been late when I had arrived home yesterday from a day of visiting builders merchants. Anna's e-mail had been a surprise and set in motion the chain of thought about the years we had worked together. Last night I had been too tired to do anything other than remember, with some pleasure, those years. This morning I began to think about it. Christ what is this about? What present? Like the good little coward that I am, I sent the e-mail to my wife adding my message "Call me when you have read this!"

About six that evening my wife called, I had managed during the day to build myself into a state of extremely nervousness, without remotely understanding why. 

"Look," I said to my wife, "I don't know what this is about, I haven't seen or spoken with Anna since that exhibition last year, I haven't done any thing..."

My wife interrupted, "I know you haven't done any thing, don't I trust you? Don't we trust one another? I know that you would never do anything behind my back and for that and for many other reasons I am really pleased that you sent me this."

"I'm going to ignore it, I don't know what she is talking about and I'm not doing anything to complicate matters, I don't want to get involved with her."

"Ah, so you admit that you're still attracted to Anna..." 

"I didn't say that; I didn't mean that. You know what I mean; you are twisting my words. You know what I mean." I was almost shouting.

"Calm down," she said, "of course I know what you mean, I'm just playing with you."

"Look, I'm sorry, this whole thing has had me muddle headed all day. I have not been able to concentrate on the work. Half the time thought I should not have sent you Anna's e-mail and the other half I thought I had done just the right thing. What do you think is going on?"

"Think back to when Anna worked for us and just remember some of the embarrassing moments between you two when I walked into the office unexpected." 

"What are you talking about, nothing happened with Anna and me in the office - or out of the office either, I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Listen, just calm down. It is important that you understand this so that you can be fully prepared for what might happen. Try to see the situation from her perspective. She was young, impressionable, charged full of hormones and you were like a knight in armour. We rescued her from an uncertain fate when we employed her. Did you not notice that she hardly had any clothes; she lived in the most god-awful place sharing accommodation with two other families. If we had not taken her on she may have been forced to seek - shall we say - less desirable work."

She continued, "Anna idolised you, every one of us saw it and you know it as well, we spoke about it often enough. Fortunately, I think she was too young and inexperienced to act on her urges although I am sure she almost plucked up courage a couple of times. Don't pretend to be stupid; you know what I mean. I can remember certain incidents or accidents just as well as you can. Remember, I used to encourage her just to egg you on a little bit. We all played a game for a couple of years, or have you forgotten that as well. I wanted you fired up and sexy when you came home, not sitting there, falling asleep on the sofa. Christ, there was even a time when I suggested you should fuck her just to get her out of your system, Anna wouldn't have objected."

Images tore through my mind at breakneck speed reliving the events and sensations. In our conversation, it was merely a pause, but for me, I relived those moments as if they were in real time, my mind drifted back.

For a few days the weather had turned hot and sticky, we all suffered, talked about getting air conditioning installed; on that particular day, we had an important meeting with the bank, the Manager visiting the office. Anna, not to be outdone, came to work wearing a very attractive scoop necked blouse in a silky material. The blouse, smoky grey in colour, swung with her breasts across her body as she moved through the office, it was clearly a bra free day.

The meeting with the bank went well, the Manager and I adjourned for lunch. Anna had a mass of documents to copy and deliver to the bank by the end of the afternoon. Unfortunately, the photocopier on our floor developed a fault and she had to use the copier on the third floor. All afternoon she was up and down the stairs copying papers and bringing them to me for checking and collating. She started to perspire, as the sun moved round to the west and shone full on my office, so the temperature rose and rose. I opened all of the windows and the doors to the terrace but there was not a breath of wind, we suffered and got on with the job. I was concentrating on the work in hand and hardly noticing what was going on around me. We finally finished the job at about 5.30 and sent the documents off to the bank with our young lad whom got all the delivery and collection jobs.

Anna came into my office, threw herself down on the sofa, and spread herself back, partly in a gesture of exuberance at having finally got the job completed, and partly to cool off. I was walking to the kitchen to get a cold drink, "Can I get you any thing?" 

"Orange juice with lots of ice" she shouted. 

When I came back into the room, Anna lay on the sofa, or rather she had draped herself across the end of the sofa, legs hanging loosely down, shoes kicked off. She wore a loose grey skirt with a black trim to the hem; the grey of the skirt matched perfectly the colour of her blouse. She looked at me as I came into the room and gave me one of her beaming smiles. Her skirt, already short, had ridden half way up her thighs the black hem band contrasting with the tan of her legs. 

"Well that was hard work" she exclaimed, "I've never been so icky, I need a shower, why don't we get one put in?"

I had got used to her talking to me like this as if this was our house and we were discussing our domestic arrangements, talking this way was one of Anna's favourite games. As she spoke, she drew her feet up onto the sofa, the back of her skirt fell back onto the sofa revealing her legs all the way up to I don't know where. I was transfixed staring into the darkness where her thighs converged. Before I could reply she sat up to receive her drink, my eyes transferred to her blouse. Maybe it was because she had been lying down and the blouse had become soaked by her perspiration or maybe it had been like that for some time and I had been too buy to notice but now it was, well, less of a blouse and more of a transparent wrapper. It clung to her stomach, moulded itself under and over her breasts. She sat there and smiled knowingly at me as I passed her, her drink, aware that my eyes were exploring every millimetre of her breasts, taking in their quivering plumpness and the gentle uplift to her nipples. At that moment, my wife came into the room.

"Everything done?" She paused and looked at the pair of us, "Anna can you come with me." 

That was the last I saw of Anna that day, my wife lent her a jacket and she went home, I did not even get my goodbye kiss.

"Well that was quite a little show, or should I say big show." my wife said as she came back into the room. "When were you planning to tell her? Or did you think all the guys in town deserved a treat."

"Honestly, I didn't even notice until she sat up just as you came into the room, I've been so busy all afternoon." 

"Yeh, Yeh, I can see by the shape of your pants that at least part of you noticed, honestly I can't work out whether she does it deliberately or if it's just pure innocence, she was so embarrassed and asked me to get you to promise that you won't mention it or hold it against her. Still that means you can hold it against me so lets get you out of those trousers and see if we can work up a sweat. Honestly, Anna is such a sexy little thing."

That is the thing I love about my wife completely spontaneity where sex is concerned, if the mood is right everything comes off without a moment's hesitation. As we made love, I knew that Anna's 'innocent' display had managed to arouse both of us. 

There was another day we both noticed Anna's body smell, it was clear that something was going wild with her hormones. It was not at all unpleasant, just sexually disturbing, enough to create a day long semi hard-on, the office smelt and tasted liked the inside of a fresh vagina. That day Anna wore a loose fitting white tee shirt and black Lycra pants, it turned out the pants were causing the problem. I noticed during the day that a damp spot was spreading across her crutch, as she walked from my office to hers a damp patch became evident on her rear. She took to shuffling out of the room sideways and eventually said to me that she was closing the door between our rooms so that she could concentrate on some work I had given her.


Manipulation Ch. 01



After a few moments I could hear my wife and Anna in conversation, later my wife told me she was just popping out for a few minutes. 

"What was all that about?" I asked as we drove home. 

My wife explained, "Anna has unusually sensitive labia..." 

"You've seen her pussy!" I blurted uncontrollably. 

She looked at me sideways and said, "As a matter of fact, yes, I helped her put some soothing lotion on it, the Lycra pants had rubbed her raw."

I was dumfounded, I did not know what to say. 

She continued, "Apparently the lucky girl can trigger orgasms just by having her labia rubbed, the pants had her on the edge all morning. Hence, the odour of sweet pussy juices through the office all day and the damp patch on the pants. I bought her some little sexy silk panties and a soothing lotion from the chemists. That girl must cum in buckets, she started oozing again as I was applying the lotion."

"You were applying the lotion!" I could not believe this. My wife's telling me she just been feeling up my PA. 

"She said it was too sore and she just knew she would cum again if she touched it." 

"And you fell for that, you really surprise me" I shouted.

My wife leant over and passed her hand under my nose, "I saved a little bit for you." She said. There was no mistaking the aroma, I had lived with it for too long and knew just what it was. "You just keep driving," she said as she lowered her head into my lap, "I've got a little problem to resolve down here."

After this episode, my wife decided she should take Anna under her wing, help her understand and develop her femininity. Her argument was that at least she could have a degree of control over Anna that way, head off any danger before it arose. Over the next couple of years, they developed quite a relationship with my wife encouraging Anna just to keep me on edge. My wife got the full benefit; I was as rampant as bull most nights by the time I got home. The games played in the office, designed by Anna and my wife, were to titillate, not to consummate.

Quite late on in the four year period, when the flirting and innuendo's were at there peak, the games between my wife, Anna and myself had reached almost absurd proportions. My wife came into the office feigning surprise to find me at my desk and Anna on the floor picking up paperclips. There was nothing wrong with that except that Anna was wearing the shortest of her short skirts, ultramarine blue, and from my view, her black panties were clearly struggling to contain her bottom. My wife joined her on the floor and soon they were giggling like a pair of schoolgirls virtually 'mooning' at me for all they were worth. Having picked up the debris Anna left the room blushing profusely, my wife came and sat on my desk. 

"What were you both giggling about? I asked. 

"Just a private little joke that Anna and I share. So, who do you think has the cutest bottom? You know we really must find her a man, she can't go on revving her hormones in front of you all day, its starting to get indecent."

I had never understood what that episode was about, why they decided on a joint show, what was meant to be achieved apart from me having an indelible imprint on my mind and a hard-on that refused to go down.

There was another incident that I am almost certain my wife knows nothing about. I was at my desk, Anna behind me with some papers; I swung round in my chair just as Anna was leaning forward to put the papers on the desk, my face collided with her breasts. She gasped and gently put her arms around my head and held me to her, she ran her fingers through my hair, I inhaled that intoxicating odour and felt the beat of her heart through the soft mound of her breast. How can a girl cum through every pore of her body I was wondering. I don't know how long we stayed like that; I remember our breathing becoming irregular and our bodies gently rocking one into the other. A phone call broke the moment; she released my head, bent and kissed me lightly on the lips, tossed her head and swayed back to her office. What would have happened if the phone had not rung? I really do not know but I am certain that I heard little grunts and groans coming through the toilet wall a few minutes later.

All these memories passed in a flash and I resumed the conversation with my wife, "Yeh. I remember. Look I'm going to steer well clear of this, I don't want to be getting into a 'bunny boiler' scenario."

"You most certainly will not steer clear of this, I want you to call Anna tomorrow between six and seven." She put the phone down.

WEDNESDAY

Today was much much worse than yesterday. I achieved precisely nothing except a raging hard-on that I had to relieve at regular intervals. My wife was not returning my calls and the minutes dragged interminably as I relived scenes from 15 years ago. I had no clue as to what was going on, what was I expecting? I am 53 now and Anna is 36, attractive, yes, but married and I could not believe the scenarios playing through my mind. My wife seemed to have gone out of her way to encourage my thinking about Anna sexually, what was she playing at? It did not make any sense, I could not get hold of my wife at home, and she had turned her mobile off and had not answered any of my messages. I was, cross, impatient and puzzled. 

At precisely 6.01pm, I dialled the number Anna had sent me. She answered on the second ring.

"Anna?"

"Hello, how are you?"

"I'm fine, listen what's all this about a present? What's going on?"

"Have you spoken with your wife?"

"Yes, but..."

"Fine, I'm just going to check that, I will call you back."

"Anna...Anna?"

She had hung up. What was going on, why did she think she could call my wife when I couldn't get hold of her? A few minutes later the phone rang, it was Anna.

"I hope your not too cross with me for ringing off but I agreed with your wife that we can only proceed with your gift if you are being completely honest with both of us, I had to check, I don't want anything going on behind her back."

"Anna, what is this all about? I am really confused. How come you can get hold of my wife when she hasn't been returning my calls all day?"

"Oh, that's easy, we agreed a signal so she would know it was me, let it ring twice then redial!" 

Hold on, this is getting way out of hand, they have obviously been talking, and both know exactly what is going on. What are they both playing at?

"Anna, let's talk about honesty for a moment; seems to me that you and my wife have been conspiring behind my back."

"No, it's not like that. I want to give you a little present and I did not want to give it to you without your wife's permission. She has agreed so that's why we are talking."

Relief! "Ok, ok, thank you for being tactful. What is the present? Oh, I am sorry. That was really rude of me; of course, you want to surprise me with the actual present. Not that I haven't been surprised enough already."

"That's ok. Do you really want to know what the present is? I hope you won't be disappointed."

"Yes, I'm really curious now; and no, I don't want to spoil the surprise."

"I think I have to tell you. Actually, I am the present. Now please call your wife." She hung up.

I stood there for ages then paced backward and forward replaying the conversation. We had been married for nearly thirty years; it was our anniversary in ten days time. What was going on here? Why was my wife agreeing to this? Confusion does not begin to describe my emotions. It was about 8.00 pm when I finally called my wife, there was no answer. I rang at fifteen-minute intervals right through the evening. 

This doesn't make any sense, confusion and excitement don't even begin to summarize my state of mind. I have been walking around the house between phone calls with my dick hanging like a soft banana down my leg. My mind keeps jumping between the flirtatious incidents of fifteen years ago, and the conversations of a couple of hours ago. They are both in on this; it is just like before when they conspired to play an outrageous and sexy game with me. That was dangerous, this promised to be suicidal, and some one could get seriously emotionally hurt here. If I had understood correctly everything that had happened in the last few hours, my wife had agreed that I should sleep with Anna. What was going on at home? Had she met some one else, was she trying to break away from me, why else would she agree to this? Even worse, where is she now, is she out screwing some one herself? What about Anna's husband, is he in on this as well? So many questions and no one to give me a single answer.

THURSDAY

Finally after mid-night my wife answered the telephone.

"Where have you been? I have been calling you for hours. Why's your bloody mobile switched off?"

"Hello darling, I am fine, how are you?" she replied.

"Don't start playing bloody games with me, I'm furious. Where have you been?"

"I had to go out to meet someone an old friend from college days that I ran into, I'm sorry about the mobile, I simply forgot to turn it back on. If you had phoned me as soon as you had talked to Anna, we could have had a sensible conversation. Now for Christ's sake calm down."

"Look, I'm sorry I shouted, but I've been here for six hours trying to make some sense of this and quite honestly the more I think about it, the less I like what is going on here. Why have you agreed to this? Have you met someone else?"

"There is nothing going on here at home that is any different than when you went to Portugal, now, before you say anything that we might both regret, I want you to do two things for me. Tell me how much you love me, tell me now."

"I love you, I always have and always will."

"Now take that dick out of your pants and relieve the tension, you must be in pain with all the thoughts rushing through your head. Do it now and do it loud, I want to hear you cum."

As always she knew me far too well, boy did I need to do this. I took my dick out and described to her just what I was doing, pulling the foreskin back across the head, smearing the precum with the tip of my thumb across the bell end and down to my fingers gripping round the shaft. I often wanked for her, she loved to see me cum and feel the hot splash on her skin. I could hear her breathing becoming faster as I described the sensation, the tingle in my balls, the surge up through the shaft. I wanked with relief, not for the first time today, and yelled loud as I shot all over the carpet; another mess I had gotten into.

"Are you there?"

"Of course, that's the first time we have had telephone sex, we're going to do this again. Do you feel better now? You sounded like you needed that." She was still breathing hard.

"Yeah, I needed that, but I need you more. Did you come as well?"

"Yes, I'm sticky and flushed, I feel like a woman again. I miss you."

"Look, what is going on between you and Anna? Why have you agreed to this?"

"Look the situation is very simple. Anna has asked me, well both of us really, to help her resolve a problem. Listen while I explain everything, then, when I finish, tell me you love me, then think it through and call me in the morning. I want you to think about what I tell you very carefully and I want you to make the right decision. 

"About a year ago, Anna called me, she was quite desperate and did not know whom to turn to, and, I suppose because of the bond we formed when we were all worked together, she needed to talk to me. When I came over to Lisbon for that exhibition, I spent a whole day with her going through everything in detail. Anna has a problem. She married Federico on the rebound from you, as you know, he was the next boss in line. They get on fine and have a gently loving relationship. Nothing like our spontaneity but it works for them except in one respect. Anna cannot get pregnant; Federico has a sperm count that is way below the line. She showed me the medical reports when we met, she has virtually no chance of getting pregnant by Federico and they simply can't afford fertilization treatment, it's really expensive in Portugal and there is no support Health Service support like there is here. Federico's business is not doing great so she asked me if I could see if she could have the treatment in the UK. Unfortunately, that is not going to work, they would have to pay full price and it is even more expensive than in Portugal.

"I felt so sorry for her, she wants a baby so very much, I know they could adopt, but she wants her own baby and I for one can understand that. All of the professional advice they have had just tells them to keep trying. Anna is giving up hope of getting lucky and their lovemaking has dropped to once a month, partly through the continual frustration of not conceiving. Anna is getting older, she is afraid that if she does not get pregnant soon then it will be too late for her. We have talked regularly for the last few months and she put a proposal to me that at first I simply turned down flat. As time went by I thought more about it, and then, with all of the sorrow and pain I could hear in her voice when she called me, I finally decided that we should try to help her. Anna and I have decided that she should have a surrogate father for the baby. We decided that if she is to have anyone else's child, then you should be the father; after all, you were her first real passion. After talking things through with her, I have agreed to lend you to her until you get her pregnant. Oh, there are rules that she will explain to you over lunch tomorrow. 

Why have I agreed to this? Well firstly, it is to help Anna who you know is like a daughter to me. Secondly, we have been together for thirty years, look at it as a very very special anniversary present. You are 53 and, I hope, unlikely to attract another woman as beautiful and sensuous as Anna, or me come to that. Certainly not a woman that could love you the way we both do in our different ways, though I suspect Anna's feelings are just lust, though I don't really blame her. I rationalised it like this. She loves you and has done so for all these years but has never had you except through her eyes. You deserve something really special for having been a loyal and faithful husband and father, I can't honestly think of any thing that will bring you more enjoyment, I know how much you lusted after her when you worked together, I remember only too well the nights you came home and ploughed yourself into me thinking of her. I didn't mind, the sex we had more than compensated for any slight jealousy and I knew you would never actually fuck her.

"However this is different, you have my permission to fuck her but you are not to fall in love with her, this is purely a temporary arrangement to help Anna. You will get to taste her, touch her, and absorb her perfume into your soul. Maybe that way you will both finally get over that ridiculous flirting that went on all those years ago that I so foolishly encouraged. Do you know that from time to time you even whisper her name as you pump yourself into me, but you are so good, I always forgive you! Don't tell me you haven't thought about Anna from time to time, I know I have, I've never been near anything so sexual, I honestly don't know how you kept your hands off her, I wouldn't have been able to if I had been in your position, you never fucked her did you? How many times have you tossed off today just thinking about all of this - 2, 3, 4? If it is more than four then there were events in that office that I know nothing about and we will discuss them later. Do not waste energy and sperm tossing off, save it for Anna, she actually needs it! Once you get her pregnant, she will only have time for the baby and that will be her gift to Federico. He, by the way, must never know anything of this. 

"Finally, the sexual tension between the two of you when we worked in Lisbon was truly unbelievable. Everyone noticed it and this is my gift to you for not succumbing to the temptation when you were much younger with potentially ruinous consequences. Enjoy our gift and when you come home have enough strength left to fuck me like a Trojan. I am going to say goodnight now. Just think through what I have told you."

"Good night, I love you." I said.

My heart was pounding, pumping blood down to my dick again trying to push its way through the fabric of my trousers. There was a little boy jumping up and down inside my head saying 'I'm going to fuck Anna, I'm going to fuck Anna' while I tried to get the measure of my wife's monologue. If I had it right, my wife had agreed with Anna that I should sleep with her to get her pregnant, and, I could enjoy myself doing it because it was sort of a present from both of them. I wouldn't get into trouble from any one afterwards because it was every one wanted, Anna, my wife, Federico (who knew nothing about it) and of course me. It is my fucking birthday and Christmas rolled into one.

Early in the morning, my wife called me.

"Hello darling, I've spoken with Anna already this morning. She was a bit anxious because she had not heard from either of us and thought the deal might be off. Any way, I have calmed her down and gone through the arrangements again with her to make sure nothing goes wrong. You are meeting for lunch tomorrow at the Meridian Hotel. It is a public place so behave. You are under no circumstances allowed to fuck her on the table no matter how much you both want to. Anna will explain the arrangements to you. Have a nice time!"

"Is that it, don't I get any say in the matter? What if I don't want to go through with this little plan you've worked out between you?"

"Silly, look down, see that bulge in your pants. Don't tell me you don't want to go through with it. Just enjoy it. You are going to have an affair, with my permission, and into the bargain make a young woman very very happy. Think back to that body smell and how often you have wanted to get your nose into the source of it. I tell you, you have got a surprise coming when you get down there, I only hope the poor girl doesn't drown you! I am almost jealous; I wish I could cum with such abandon. You will be fine, do not cum too quickly, at least not after the first time. She deserves something very special, and you are it. Call her now, she is waiting for your call."

"Anna?"

"Ola meu amore, tudo bem?"

"Ola Anna, you've spoken with my wife?"

"Yes, earlier. I can't tell you how excited I am and how much I love you both for this gift." 

She sounded just as if she was 19 all over again.

"Anna, I have to know, are you sure about this? You fully realise what we are intending to do?"

"Meu amore, you don't mind if I call you 'meu amore'. I cannot call you Senhor ... if we are in bed!"

"No I don't mind. It sounds, well, perfect. Where is Federico?"

"He is away in Germany on business and comes back the day you return to your beautiful wife. By then, I will be pregnant. And yes, I do fully understand what we are doing. Your wife and I have spoken about this for months. We just had to wait until Federico was away to give us enough time to make sure that I get pregnant."

"What do we do next, my wife tells me you have all the arrangements."

"Yes, we will discuss everything at lunch tomorrow; I can't wait to see you and especially the expression on your face. I am going to make you so happy. Look, now you are finally going to make love to me, I can talk to you openly, right. Nothing to hide."


"Yes, of course, what do you want to tell me?"

She whispered, "I'm dripping wet. It started while I was talking with your wife. You know she has such a sexy voice and she was telling me all of the things I should do to you. I couldn't help myself. I started playing with myself, just gentle rubs, but she could hear my breathing changing. She helped me, guided me, she got me to move with her rhythm and we came together. It was so exciting. Now I am standing here dripping because of your beautiful wife. I have juice running down my thighs and now its started pumping again because I am talking with you. Touch yourself, she told me you both did this last night. Take it out and rub yourself, she told me you would need to 'relieve the tension', that's it stroke it gently, listen."




Manipulation Ch. 01



I was breathing hard, gripping my dick with one hand and the phone with the other and then I heard it, a soft squishing sound as she fingered her pussy with the receiver held close to it. 

"Can you hear me? Listen to me fingering myself for you. Can you smell me? I bet you can. Are you coming because I cannot wait much longer? I am cumming NOW! Cum with me meu amore."

I shouted and shot another load over the carpet adding to last night's mess. This is getting ridiculous, I have never had phone sex before, and now I have had it twice with two different women in a few hours.

"That was fantastic. I have never done that before. I am absolutely soaking wet. Did your wife tell you that I get so wet when I cum? I cannot help it; it is just the way I am. Federico isn't enamoured by my flow but something, or rather someone, tells me that you, meu amore, are going to love it. Federico made me use a vaginal deodorant; he said he did not like the smell. I am wearing nothing but me for you meu amore, we know how much it turns you on. Is it true that you told your wife you would know me if I walked into a dark room where you were blindfolded? Do you like my smell that much? You are going to get it in every pore of your body. By the time I finish with you, you will be my pussy. Cao, meu amore, lunch at one o'clock, don't be late." 

I stood there with a dead telephone in one hand and a limp dick in the other. I had now shot a load eight times in less than 24 hours, not bad for a man of my age, and yes, I would have some explaining to do when I got home. Anna sounded so young, so alive, just her voice can make me want to cum, God knows how I am going to control myself at lunch.

This is astonishing, I thought, I've never strayed in my marriage, except for that one time with Mandy in the patisserie, but that's another story and sex with Mandy is a bit like passing round candy, she didn't mind who had a piece as long as they didn't claim the whole bar. Now my wife had set me up for a week of sex with Anna, is this really happening?

This is a five-part story; all of the parts have been written and will be posted at weekly intervals. Please vote and send feedback on what you think of the story. Mandy's story is also written and will be posted after Part Five of Manipulation.



Manipulation Ch. 02



This is Part Two of my Manipulation story, you can read Part One by returning to my name 'wills', hit the blue link at the top or bottom of this story.

Manipulation is written in five parts, each part is written and will be posted at weekly intervals. Each part can be read as an individual erotic story, you will get more pleasure and enjoyment by reading the whole series, that is why I have refrained from posting until the series is completely written. I have written a 'spin off' story, "Mandy" a girl who described herself as 'I'm like a candy bar, I don't mind who has a bit, as long as they don't take the whole bar'; it will be posted after Part Five. I hope you enjoy the story, please vote and send me feedback on the Public Comment page or privately.

FRIDAY

It is nearly 30 hours since I last spoke with Anna. I have not called my wife, partly out of fear that she might change her mind, and partly because I am still lost for words. Don't ask me what I've been doing for the last day or so because I really have no idea! I have not shot a load in that time, I decided to take my wife's advice seriously and save my juice for Anna, well, except for Anna's little game on the telephone, I might only get one shot at this, I want her to remember it.

I arrived for lunch about a quarter of an hour early, a waiter showed me to a quiet corner table where I sat with first date nerves. My wife is smart, she knows that not many people eat lunch in a city hotel so it was going to be quieter than a down town restaurant. Anna arrived precisely at 1 o'clock. She walked across the dining room and I had a chance to really look at her properly for the first time in fifteen years. She is a little shorter than me, still with the rich dark brown hair. Once, early on when she worked for me, she dyed it red after hearing a chance comment about how sexy I thought red heads were, my wife was furious, she accusing me of telling her to do it. 

Her hair flows as she walks, wavy shoulder length at the sides, longer at the back. Breasts, relatively high on her chest, and, just like I remembered, they undulate as she walks, a promise of brimming over goodness: I can hardly wait to get my hands and lips on them. She has relatively narrow shoulders that accentuate her breast size, when she first worked for me, she had a habit of folding her arms across her chest under her breasts as if she trying to stop them escaping, of course, all that did was to give them a platform to bounce on.

Slim waist but not skinny, her tummy used to be as flat as a board, it had spread a little as we all do with age, boy was I going to make it spread some! Her bum, to my eyes, was to die for. I have never discussed Anna's bum with my wife. My wife's is exquisite, like the proverbial two halves of a peach but Anna's, well it was another class. It stuck out, looked perfectly round and had the distinctly disconcerting tendency to push her skirt away from her body so she looked, as she walked, as if she were partly undressed. Tight skirts were impossible; Anna wore light flowing skirts where the fabric could move with the ripples of her bum cheeks. As she walked toward me with her skirt dancing around her knees and those slim sun tanned legs I thought I was going to cum right then into my napkin!

I reached toward her with a greeting kiss and, as usual, I made a complete mess of it. As I went for her cheek, she checked my move, held me back, looked me straight in the eyes, and then kissed my mouth. Fiercely! I got the taste of her right then, God this girl's pussy extends all the way to her mouth. She tasted wonderful, fresh, clean, a hint of perfume from her lipstick and spring flowers from her hair. And there it was, lurking in the background, that earthy, lusty Anna smell.

We separated and as she pulled away, she stroked my cheek, "Ola meu amore."

We sat facing each other, complimenting each other on their appearances whilst the waiters brought menus and drinks. I have no idea what we ate; we both had the set lunch menu.

For a while, we talked about families and friends, our work and all of the usual things, avoiding the thing we were there to discuss. She leaned into me, across the table, and took my hand. She drew little circles on my palm with her nail and with her eyes on my hand, started to speak. 

"Meu amore, don't worry about anything. I want a child so much it is eating me up inside, I am miserable, unhappy, and there is no other way. I want you to be the father of my child, I cannot think of anyone who would be a better father. You must know that I love you, that I loved you all those years ago and have never stopped. Federico and me, well that's different, I want this child, I want it to be ours, I am prepared to risk everything for that. To some degree, the desire I have for you may just be sexual, I have fantasised enough about you over the years; remember all those times in the office? I so much wanted to throw you on the floor and get on top of you; I have to have you. You will be doing me the greatest possible favour by getting me pregnant, I want this child so much, but you must never tell Federico, there is no need for him to know or to be hurt by what we have ahead of us. That's my first rule, Federico must never know about us." 

She looked up and stared directly into my eyes, "Promise me now."

I gave her my solemn undertaking, not that I was ever going to discuss screwing his wife with him.

"The second rule is easy, if we don't succeed this month, then we have to keep trying and trying, I will probably want to carry one making love to you even when I'm pregnant but I'm not sure your wife will let me."

I replied half-heartedly, "You may not want to once the novelty has worn off, but lets wait and see what happens."

She gave me that delicious smile, "Meu amore, you have no idea how long I have waited for this, I'm not sure that I will want to give you up, despite all of the promises I have made to your wife. I have a longing for you that I cannot explain, not to you and not to myself. I just know that we have to do this and then see where it takes us. Maybe the spell will be broken once you make love to me, I have waited such a long time for this, and now, just like before my panties are damp just with looking at you. Its just like it was all those years ago. Do you remember that day in the office when I was wearing those Lycra pants! Never again!"

"Yes, I remember it very well, how could I forget. If I have it right, that was the start of you and my wife playing games with me, I never properly understood what all that was about, except that I was getting you displaying yourself before me in the office and my wife with the hots for me when I got home. My wife was reminding me of it just the other night."

"My God will she ever remember it. I was so embarrassed and so excited at the same time. I did not mean to cum all over her hand but I just could not stop once she touched me. You know, I bought those Lycra pants especially for you. I knew how much you liked to watch my bottom, you were always looking at it as I walked around the room and I thought they would give you the perfect view. Little did I know the pleasure and trouble they would cause. I know she has talked to you about that day so you have some idea of just how sensitive I was. I was young then, sexually charged up all the time and getting no relief, except from myself, even that was clumsy, uncontrolled. I suppose I did not really understand what was happening to my body until she took charge of me. I was a late starter, my period's didn't start until I was sixteen and my breasts sort of shot out over night, one day nothing, then these lumps started forming and I thought they would never stop! Then from nowhere I had these puffy pink lips between my thighs, tingling as if they wanted to be rubbed all the time. Honestly, you have no idea what it was like. Those damn hormones urging me to do the most outrageous things.

"That day I suppose I dressed up deliberately to excite you, what happened was I got excited just from thinking about getting you excited! I was trying to work and the damn pants kept pulling and squeezing at my labia. By the time I shut the door between our offices I was dripping wet, rubbed raw, and had a wedge of toilet paper stuffed down my pants trying to soak up my juices."

Anna's face flushed a delicate pink as she recounted this memory, whilst she continued to draw her nail across my palm, occasionally looking up at me with her bright sparkling eyes. My other hand was in my crutch trying to ease a raging hard-on to a more comfortable position, without being too obvious about it. 

"Any way, I called your wife, who was in the office that day. She came into my room and I explained my problem. Honestly, I did not know where to look, I was so embarrassed, but she was wonderful about the whole thing, holding my hand and encouraging me to explain just what the problem was. When I finally managed to tell her she pulled me to her and stroked my hair kissing away my tears. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'What is happening to you is entirely natural, nothing to be ashamed of. I am going to look after you and teach you everything you need to know about your body. You are so young and so far away from home, I am going to be an older sister to you and help you through this. This will be fun. Do you want me to help you?' Of course, I agreed, more out of relief than anything, I needed someone I could talk to about my body and how I was feeling. She told me she was just going to pop out to the shops and buy some ointment to ease the soreness the pants had caused.

"When she returned she told me to take off my pants and sit on the chair. Then I was really embarrassed. The Lycra pants were so tight fitting that all my regular panties showed through them, this was a time way before 'thongs' became fashionable, so I had decided not to wear any. I whispered, 'I'm not wearing any panties.' She laughed and said, 'you naughty girl, no wonder you are having problems. Good job I bought you some, I had imagined yours would have been wet through.' She showed what she had bought; very pretty, black silk with a lace-scalloped border. Oh, you saw those later didn't you." 

She threw her head back and laughed, blushing even deeper, looking captivating; the full red lips of her mouth parting to show her teeth. She brushed the hair from her face, licking her lips she leaned in again, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. 

"Well, I turned away from her and lowered my pants. I could hear her breathing quite sharply as my naked bottom appeared bobbing toward her. I turned around to face her and sat on the chair, blushing deeply. She took in a deep breath looking down at my hips, and said, in a slightly high pitch than usual, 'I've brought you some lotion for your hem... lips, the chemist said it will sooth the skin, it's for babies actually, for nappy rash, but it should do the job. Can you manage or do you want me to...' I said 'Please can you do it, you can see just where the soreness is.' She knelt down in front of me and I parted my legs. Squeezing some lotion into the palm of her hand, she ever so gentle brought her palm to my pussy. That was a big mistake. If she had just rubbed it straight on we might have got away with it, but that gentle caress and the coolness of the lotion sent me right over the edge again. Oh! Oh! Oh! I went, my hips bucking off the chair and came straight into her hand. 'I am sorry, I am so sorry' I blurted. 'I don't know what happened.'

'Yes you do,' she said laughing and massaging the cream and my juice over my pussy 'you're not to worry about it; you're a very sexy girl with natural urges, the rest of us just wish we could come like you.' And with that, she gave me a quick kiss straight onto my pussy and licked her lips. I very nearly came again, the shock of the kiss making me tingle all through my body. That was the first time any one had seen my pussy and I had never imagined any one wanting to kiss it. She cleaned off the excess moisture with a tissue and handed me the panties, saying, 'You and I are going to start meeting regularly so that I can help you understand your body and what you can do with it, you need to learn, and pretty quickly, how to get some control over yourself. Now get dressed, please try to remember to wear panties when you come to work in future; and not a word of this to anyone, especially my husband, Lord knows how he keeps himself under control with you around. I'm just pleased that he relives himself in me when he gets home!' Honestly, when she said that I thought I was going to come all over again. Whew that's made me pretty hot and icky."

Crikey, this is hot, I didn't know anything about this, sure, my wife had told me a version of this but not all this detail. She is going to have some explaining to do to me when I get home! 

I said to Anna, "I remember the last time you used that word - icky."

"Well, before you remind me, do you think we can pay for lunch and go for a walk; I want you away from the prying eyes and ears of these waiters. I'm sure they are trying to listen to us!"

We strolled out into Parque Eduard VII opposite the hotel. I suppose to others we looked like lovers, she was hanging onto my arm leaning round to kiss me and whispering 'Meu amore, meu amore, I can't tell you how happy I am. We are so lucky, we are going to be the happiest people in the world.' I was happy just to have this beautiful girl on my arm, I could not wait to get hold of her body, and she certainly had my hormones racing with her sexy tales. I wanted to hear much more about what had gone on between her and my wife. We stopped and kissed each other for the first with passion and emotion, relieved of any sense of guilt, feeling the relationship develop us as our bodies each sought the other. I could feel her breasts and stomach pressing into me just as surely as she could feel my dick trying to find a way into her. She broke the kiss, reached down between us, and gave my dick a friendly squeeze.

"Hem... That feels nice. I cannot wait for you to make love to me. I want you so much, but that is for later. Remind me about icky, I don't remember that." 

"It was the day of the big bank meeting, when the manager came to the office." 

"Oh yes, I do remember, the photocopier broke down and I spent all afternoon running up and down those damn stairs with the papers. God you were a slave driver, you rode me until I collapsed."

"That's not true, we had to get those papers out and it was the only way, I was never a slave driver."

"I know, I know, meu amore." She kissed me again. "I'm just teasing. I made a real effort that day to look especially presentable, for you of course, and the bank manager. It was a time when I was having the absolute raging hots for you, I wanted to be made love to, and I wanted you to be the first. Every day, I left home wondering, 'would this be the day when you finally noticed me as a woman and give me what I so desperately needed.' I could never of guessed what was going to happen with that blouse. When I took the final package down stairs for the boy everyone else had gone home. You were busy up stairs going through messages that had come in during the day. I went to the loo on the third floor, when I looked in the mirror I saw what the perspiration was doing to my blouse. I thought well this might do the trick so I took my blouse off, splashed myself all over with water, and put it back on. It stuck everywhere and became completely see through. I took my panties off..." 

"What?"

"I took my panties off. I thought that having done the deal with the bank you might be in the mood to celebrate and I wanted to be absolutely ready for you. When I came back upstairs you were just going to the kitchen and I sprawled, I thought, quite seductively, on the sofa."

"You sprawled very seductively on the sofa." I said nibbling her ear and moving my hand closer to her bottom. She wriggled and pulled away still holding my arm. 

"I was playing my game, you must have noticed, I used to pretend that this was our house, where we lived. I asked you why we couldn't put in a shower." 

She leaned into me again and whispered, lips and tongue brushing my ear, "My God that would have been fun, a shower together that night would have done the trick, never mind, I'm going to fully make up for lost time, and opportunities. You are going to have to play out every one of my fantasies. That by the way is another rule. Your wife wants me to act out every one of my fantasies with you, that way she figures I will get them out of my system. I think I might just get to enjoy them." 

With that, she nipped my ear, really quite hard.

"Ouch, that hurt." 

She smothered me with kisses saying, "Meu amore, meu amore don't worry you can punish me if you want to, even though its not one of my fantasies."

"It's not one of mine either, I can think of nicer ways to get you to behave." 

I kissed her again and this time she let my hand move all the way down over her bottom. I pulled her cheeks in toward me and she responded in the time honoured way by rubbing her pussy up and down my dick.

"Whew." She said, "I think I had better continue with my story otherwise we are going to get arrested. I had worked it out when you went to lunch with the bank manger. I thought if I lay just so, and take off my panties and then bring my legs up you would see my pussy. The thing with blouse just happened, it was an extra, though it probably distracted you and you didn't know where to look."

"You are right, all I saw was your thighs disappearing into darkness."

"That's my pussy! How dare you call it my 'darkness'!" She playfully slapped my arm.

"And then my wife came in."

"My God, I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. This was before the Lycra pants thing, before our relationship reached a different level."

"What do you mean before your relationship reached a different level?"

"Later, I've been told to tell you later." She leant in again and whispered, "After we've made love."

I was reeling, what had gone on here. "Tell me now!" 

"No, after we've made love, then you won't be so angry with me, you will understand better, I've made her a promise, it's part of the rules."

I wasn't at all sure what was happening here, I knew from my wife that she had encouraged Anna to flirt with me, she said it was a way of keeping control over both of us, she figured that if it was brought openly on the surface then neither of us would give in to the final temptation. There was a degree of logic in that that I understood at the time, but it was a dangerous game to play. Now Anna has just hinted that things between them went much further than I had thought, just what did the pair of them get up to? What are they playing at?

"Anna..."

"No, after, it's the rules. There is a strict order in which things can be revealed. We were supposed to have separated after lunch, until tomorrow, but we just haven't got through everything yet."

"Tomorrow! Look, I'm all for going back to the hotel and taking a room, let's do that."

"No. Anticipation is part of the plan. I have waited, what, nineteen years for you, you are going to have to wait another day for me. That is what we agreed, your wife and I. Anyway you have things to get organised for tomorrow."

"What things?"

"Your wife wants you to video the first time we make love."

"What! I'm not agreeing to that."

"You have to meu amore, for my sake. She is a bit insecure about all this. She is afraid you will fall madly in love with me and leave her. The tape is evidence; if you ever think of leaving her then she will use the tape and sue you for divorce so you get nothing. It is her insurance policy. Please, meu amore, do this for me. I want this baby so very much and I want you to be its father. The video is nothing. It can be put in a drawer and forgotten, though I might just make a copy for my self. Just look at it from her point of view, don't be cross with me, it is the only way I could get her to agree to this."




Manipulation Ch. 02



I reached for my mobile, "I'm going to call her to discuss this, I am not at all sure I want to be held to ransom in this way."

"No, don't call her, I'm afraid she will call the whole thing off if we start changing the rules. The video is nothing, it doesn't matter, we will not even know its there, you will be far too occupied with me, I'll make sure of that. In any case, I have my own rule, there is to be no communication between you and your wife until you return to England. I do not want you even thinking of her, all your attention is going to be focused on getting me pregnant. By not speaking with her you will be on such a high that when you get back to England you will make love to her like a young stud. Speaking to her will take the edge off both off you.

"Don't worry, we know what we are doing. Just remember that apart from the fantastic sex your going to get from me, and your wife when you get back to England, you are doing me the greatest possible favour, a favour that only you have the right to fulfil. Remember I will love you forever through my child."

We walked for a few minutes in silence as I tried to absorb these new elements of the plan, I felt completely manipulated but what the heck, I can see some sense in what they are both doing to protect the relationships already in place. If I am honest, all I want to do is get on with the fucking, I am not sure my dick can take this much pressure!

Anna drew me to a shaded park bench. She sat down and turned her body face where I sat. She pulled my hands into her lap pressing them into her crutch as far as decency would allow. 

"Let me explain something to you. Your wife and I have a very special relationship. She has, at various times been a mother, a sister and a surrogate lover to me. Don't misunderstand we are not and have never been lovers but we have shared some very intimate moments and she has taught me many many things to enable me to reach my potential. It really all started that day with the blouse episode. She was furious; I thought that is it I am fired. I went home so miserable and cried myself to sleep. She had asked me how I had the nerve to behalf like that, trying to seduce you in such a wanton way. She sent me home with her jacket saying I was not decent enough to be seen in the streets dressed like I was. I ran down the stairs with tears streaming from my eyes. The next morning she came into my office and closed the door. I thought this is it she is going to fire me. First, she said, "I see you are at least decently dressed today." I immediately started crying. At first, she just stood there looking at me. Then she knelt down and took my hands and said "don't cry Anna, you're not in trouble; though I'm not sure what would have happened if I had arrived a few minutes later. Your blouse was completely transparent; he could see your breasts and was starting to make tents in his trousers." She laughed and I started to relax. "My God," she said, "we had the best sex ever, right there on the sofa after you left. You left him so horny that he went at like a buck rabbit."

"Look, its ok if your flirt a bit, he works hard enough, he deserves a little pleasure but try for my sake not to cross the line. I don't mind your hormones giving his a good working over. I don't even mind too much if he is occasionally thinking of you whilst he is fucking me, but he is not to touch you. You are so damn sexy that if he gets his hands on you now I am afraid he will never let go. Its enough that his office smells like a fresh young pussy all the time, God alone knows how he concentrates on his work, I don't think I could. Promise me, just flirting and nothing more."

"Of course I gave her my promise, I couldn't do any thing else. After all, she was giving me permission to be sexy with you. She kissed me on the lips, like a mother would kiss her daughter, holding my face in both her hands. "Now go out there and see if you can get him revved up for me again, I want more, like last night."

"Did she know that you were not wearing any panties?"

"I don't think so, at least she didn't mention it, not then or ever."

"If I had realised I think I would have dived straight in."

Anna laughed; she pushed my hands further into her groin. I released my index finger so that could gently caress her, somewhere near her pussy. She looked at me with her head slightly sideways. "You're not to do that now, it's wonderful and I want you to, but not now. We have plenty of time to be together. Now take your hand away." 

"Excuse me." She said, and she reached under her skirt to adjust herself; or at least that is what I thought. She brought out two glistening fingers. "This is for you for being a good boy." 

She brought one finger under my nose and then slid it gently between my lips. My God the smell and the taste almost overwhelmed me. It was just what I remembered. She slowly pulled that finger from my mouth and rubbed the other finger all over my lips spreading the juice under my nose. 

"That should keep you going for a while," she said sticking her fingers in her mouth to clean them. I nearly came in my pants right then, this woman was astounding.

"Where did you learn all this? I thought you and Federico had a pretty tame sex life."

"I have an excellent coach, surely you recognise some of these moves?"

That had me reeling again. Not only were they conspirators she had been coaching her on how to seduce me.

"I'm going to kill her when I get home."

"No your not, your going to make love to her, fiercely, passionately, like a young boy again. That is part of our bargain, I have to leave you on such a high that your wife gets to share in some of our pleasure. Don't misunderstand, she is not complaining, she just thinks you need a little hormone boost. You see everyone is going to get something out of this. Except you, you're going to be exhausted."

We set off walking down the park. Anna said, "You know, we both realised quite quickly after the Lycra pants episode that you were never going to touch me. You seemed to be quite content to feast upon me with your senses; I on the other hand was struggling to keep control of my self. I was wet most of the time and had taken to bringing spare panties and panty liners to the office. Over a period of months, your wife taught me how to get some control over my body and I could finally begin to relax a little and start to plan things without the risk of embarrassing myself. Later she taught me lots of other things."

I decided not to press her for an explanation; I was enjoying this too much and anyway I knew now that she will tell me everything in her own time.

"Was the paper clips episode planned?"

"Absolutely. That was so much fun, although I was so embarrassed, I felt such a slut. We both thought you had been working far too hard. You were neglecting your hem... obligations, she told me you hadn't screwed for nearly a month so we planned to get you heated up. Do you remember that day, you were wearing the shirt I had bought you for Christmas, it was the same colour as the skirt I was wearing I thought the Gods were telling me something. I know, its stupid, but any excuse. I called your wife and told her what I planned. Later, I think it was in the afternoon; anyway, I dropped the paper clips and got down on the floor to pick them up with my bottom wiggling at you. At first, you seemed not to notice, and then you just sat there, staring. I am not sure you even noticed when your wife came into the room until her pretty little bottom was wiggling away next to mine. As luck would have it, we were both wearing identical panties, the ones she bought me, so tiny they don't really hide anything. So, you got a double treat, two little bottoms, barely contained by their panties wiggling away at you. She told me afterwards that it had worked and that you were back on the sexual treadmill.

"The only time I nearly lost control of myself was that day when you accidentally crashed your head into my breasts. You did do it accidentally?" I nodded. "It was so unexpected, and suddenly you were there, pressed into me. I could have held you forever. I wanted you to take out my breasts, to suckle them. My nipples were tingling and I could feel the dampness seeping into my panties. I could feel your hands moving down my body and I knew that any second you would reach my bottom and move your hands onto the skin of my thighs. My legs were covered in goose bumps. As your hand moved onto my thigh I really started flowing and the anticipation of what you were about to touch was almost more than I could bear."

"I don't remember touching your skin."

"Well I remember it. It is the touch I get off to, when I feel the need. It is burned into my memory and all I know is that I have to feel your touch again. Your touch is so different from your wife's. Yours is firm, authoritative, demanding, hers is so gentle, like being brushed by an angel. Who knows where we would have gone if that damn phone had not rung. I was trembling as I went back to my office. I went to the toilet as soon as I had put the call through and brought myself off, it took about five seconds."

"I know; I heard your little whimpering groans through the wall, I thought about joining you."

"Well meu amore, here is where we must part until tomorrow. Any more of this talk and I will take you up on the hotel offer and that is definitely not part of the plan. Before you go, I want you to think about two things. Do you remember that Saturday when you came to the office and caught me there? You may care to think about the fact that your wife was with me. You never saw her; she heard you coming up the stairs and sneaked out through my office. Also, I want you to remember the day we were caught in that torrential rain. We were both soaked through and took our shirts off to dry. We both thought that that was the nearest you would ever get to seeing me naked. I was cruel to you that day, not that you didn't deserve it. We are going to relive that, with a different ending. Now, please give me your house keys."

"What, why?"

"Because I will enter your house and your bed at a time of my choosing. We are not going to spend a tortured day deciding the right moment to hit the bedroom. The next time you will see me is naked in your bed. Now give me your keys please."

I gave her my keys.

"Now, I want you to take these tablets."

"Why? What are they?"

"Sleeping pills. I know you better than you think; you will not sleep tonight running through everything that we have discussed. Then you will be tired and will not be able to perform properly. Look at you now, you have bags under your eyes and, despite all this excitement, you look exhausted. I bet you have slept no more than a few hours in the last couple of nights. These will just knock you out for a few hours. However, I have to tell you something else. For all of the years I have known you I have had one big fantasy, it is simply you waking to find me naked in your bed and making love to me, fiercely and passionately. I want to act that out. I know it will not be such a surprise now, but this is very important, you must do this for me. Take one pill at 9.00 o'clock; by ten, you will be fast asleep. Tonight you can get plenty of rest. The other one is for tomorrow night; take it at the same time. Of course, you will not actually know if I am going to come to you tonight or tomorrow. Oh, now you are excited! I know it is silly, but it is what I want and I expect to be indulged, I am going to give my self so completely to you, meu amore, that you can indulge me in this. No cheating, if you are awake when I arrive then I am going straight home. You will do as I ask, meu amore."

"Anna, you are completely nuts. Yes, of course, I will do it, I cannot think of anything more exciting, if you don't come tonight, I will go mad. By the way how am I supposed to get in?"

"You are slow sometimes, go to your cleaning lady on the way home and borrow her keys. Tell her that you do not need her next week because you have decorators in. We do not want to be disturbed; we have babies to make. Remember, no calls to your wife, set up the video. Oh, and get some food in, I don't want to waste sex time by having to go shopping."

She leaned into me, hugged me, and kissed me, "And don't play with yourself, not even once, those seeds are mine and I'm going to put them just where I want them. Now go home and get some rest. I love you, meu amore."

We separated and went our different way's, I watched Anna all the way to the Metro, my eyes feeding images to my brain of just how she will be under those clothes.

Good, that went better than expected; boy is he ready for me, so easy, now he has permission, to get him to obey. Everything is set up. If he takes the pills, he will not hear the telephone, just in case she calls. Everything should be ok, but I am not taking chances. I have waited too long for this. Tomorrow I will unplug the phones 'so we are not disturbed' and then I just have to follow through with everything. The sex will be no problem, I cannot wait to get him into me, once he's had me, once he gets his youth back… I just need to be careful with the other things, make it all believable.

On the way home, I stopped at the supermarket. I bought flowers, food, and a bottle of Aguadente Velha, a mature Portuguese brandy. The food was the type we could just put in the oven; I didn't think either of us would want to do much cooking. I organised the house, hoping Anna would come tonight. Changed the bed lined, had a shower, I set up the video equipment and checked everything was working. I put the video controller next to the bed and a timer alarm set for 1 hour 55 minutes. Five minutes notice to change the tape should be enough, just in case we were in the middle of something. All the time thinking about the two incidents Anna had mentioned. 

That Saturday, it was about six months after the Lycra pants incident, my wife had told me she was shopping for curtains with her cousin. I was supposed to be playing golf with a mate, he called off at the last minute; a family thing he had forgotten. I got bored, and about 11.00 o'clock, I decided to go into the office, engineer's drawings needed checking.

When I got to the office the lights were on, I thought I remembered turning them off, but maybe I forgot. When I walked into my office Anna was there by the sofa. She was not in complete disarray but it was clear that she was adjusting herself. 

"Hello." I said. "What are you up to?"

She blushed a bright crimson, "Oh, I just popped into the office for something I forgot. I'll be out of your way in a minute."

"That's ok, you're not disturbing me." Well at least no more than normal, I thought to myself.

Just then I heard a noise on the stairs, as I turned away I saw Anna out of the corner of my eye push something under the sofa with her shoe.

"Did you hear that, is someone else here?"

She said, "Its probably just the cleaner on the stairs. Look, I'm going now. I will leave you to get on with your work in peace."

I was intrigued and wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on.

"Don't rush, stay and have a coffee with me, we never get a chance just to chat these days."

"Ok, but I'll make it, you get started on your work."

With that, she bounced off to the kitchen. My immediate thought was good for her; she has had a bloke in here. The room reeked of sex, it was clear that something had been going on. I remember thinking, she has gone to the kitchen to freshen up and compose her self, then I recalled her pushing something under the sofa and went over to see what it was.

It was a pair of tiny white cotton panties, damp from her juices. I brought them up to my face and inhaled her intoxicating perfume. I could not resist, I sucked at the crutch band.

"Are you taking sugar today or not?" came from the kitchen.

"Yes." 

I thought I need the energy; my legs were buckling! I stuffed the panties into my pocket as she came from the kitchen carrying the coffees. She looked a great deal more composed and brought my coffee to me at the sofa, glancing down to make sure she had concealed the evidence.

"So how are things going? Are you dating?" I asked.

She blushed again, "Well, sort of, I'm just kind of letting things progress at a nice slow pace."

"That's great!" I said, "Anyone I know?"

She hesitated as if trying to work out the best answer. "Yes, I think you may have met the person once or twice."

"Is it that guy from the engineer's who's always popping in to see you?"

Another blush, "I'm not going to tell you!" She laughed, "You will just embarrass the hell out of me next time he comes in!"

"Ok, ok. I am not going to pry. I am just very pleased that you are having some fun. You deserve it. Let yourself go. Enjoy life." Christ if she let herself go much more she will flood the room, I thought.

She smiled and stood up. 

"I've got to go. Someone's waiting." 

"I guessed!" I said and grinned foolishly at her. Then on impulse I reached into my pocket and pulled out her panties.

"You might be needing these, later!"

She took the panties from me, looked me in the eye, and held my gaze; quickly she stepped into her panties, barely taking her eyes off mine. Of course, I had to keep eye contact when I really wanted to look at her pussy.

She took a step toward me and gave me a full kiss on the mouth, her tongue just flirting with mine, and her hand caressing the back of my head.

"Thank you for being so understanding, you're the best."

And with that, she flounced out of the room her skirt dancing to the rhythm of her bum cheeks. 

"See you Monday," she called.

Christ, that was hot. I licked my lips; you know, I thought to myself, that tastes like pussy juice. No, no way, not Anna!

That evening I discussed the whole episode with my wife.

"Do you think she has got as girl friend? Maybe she's a lesbian, maybe that's why there have been no blokes around!" I said to her.

"Well, maybe she's just experimenting, we all do at that age."

I raised my eyebrows, "Really, is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, I want you to get into that bedroom right now, all this talk has got me as horny as hell, I've got an itch that needs scratching."

It was delicious, my wife's talent at love making never ceased to amaze me. She rode me at her own pace bringing herself to the edge time after time and finally releasing our flows in one tumultuous orgasm. We fell asleep with my dick going limp inside her and her still laying over me.

Later, she shifted to my side.

"Are you awake?" She asked.

"Um."

"You know, the only man Anna wants is you. If you want her, just have her. I won't complain, but then of course you will have to sack her and I will get you a PA like that dragon at the accountant's."

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm her confidant, I've trained her to tell me everything. That way I can head off trouble before it gets out of hand. I am serious, just ask, and I will set it up. It might just be the best thing for all of us."

"Are you serious about this? This is great! You want me to start fucking a girl half your age, with great tits and a wiggly bottom? You really want me to start fucking that sexy little package?"

My wife's face suddenly looked aghast.

"No, don't worry. I am not going to do that. This is the body I want and need. I'm content just to watch and smell Anna, besides think of all the great sex we are getting every time Anna has one of her 'special days'."

"You ticked all the right boxes! Come here. Put that damn thing back in me."

Reviewing all this now, I was seriously concerned, Anna said my wife was there, what was she doing, giving Anna and her boyfriend pointers! May be it was only the two of them, must have been, I only heard one person on the stairs. Surely Anna could not have been going down on my wife, she certainly had a whiff of something on her lips. I felt both shocked and excited, the thought of those two eating each other out was a real turn on; I was tugging at my trousers, trying to get the fellow more comfortable. Should I phone my wife? Have it out with her, I can't honestly believe they were that involved, yet from what Anna has hinted at. I need to get this sorted out, should be really interesting to hear what Anna has to say, then when I get home, my wife can explain herself. I can't believe she could have kept something like that from me.




Manipulation Ch. 02



It was 9.00 pm, like I promised I popped my pill and took myself off to bed, waiting for the tablet to do it's trick. I don't think my dick had been soft since lunchtime and the tenting in the bed showed no sign of it stopping soon; I badly needed to toss myself off. I thought about the rainstorm episode, hardly a distraction. My wife knows nothing about that I am certain. I would never have heard the last off it if she had found out what happened that afternoon. Still it is clear she has been keeping a lot from me so may be we are even. I get embarrassed even now thinking about that day and what led up to it, I must have been completely in her power by then, she could have done anything with me, why the Christ I didn't fuck her that week I'll never know, she was probably right, I was too much of a coward. I lay down thinking of it, slowly, slowly falling asleep, my dreams and memory merging as the images of her flooded back into my brain.

It happened just before we completed our business and left Portugal. By that time, Anna and I had adjusted to the relationship. We both knew she was openly flirting with me, and we were both getting running commentaries from my wife. I think Anna knew as much about my home sex life as I did. She was always saying things like, "Had a good night then?" or "So you weren't too tired last night after all?" I could never quite work out why the two were having these intimate chats. I only know my wife was the happiest and most contented I have ever seen her. As usual, I put it all down to me, only now am I beginning to learn the extent of their conspiracy.

Anna used to come into my office and sit on the edge of my desk with her legs slightly apart and pretend to discuss some papers or other, all the while glancing down to the gap trying to lead my eyes down. I was never sure whether she was wearing panties or not, it didn't matter; the smell was heavenly. One day when she was wearing a particularly short skirt, she came into my office late in the afternoon and sat on the edge of the desk. We talked for a while and as she slid off the desk, she left a moist trail behind.

"Whoops, I clean that up for you." she said.

I grinned, "Honestly, you are the absolute limit. You have to stop this. What if someone came in?"

"No one is going to come in, everyone has gone home. We are all alone, you can do whatever you want with me."

"Back to your office." I said, trying to look as stern as possible and pointing across the room, "I'll sort this little mess out."

"Wouldn't you much rather like to sort me out? It would be much more fun. We could do it now, I just need to call her for permission."

"What do you mean?"

"I know she's had this conversation with you, she told me. If you want me I am yours, I just need to call her first. Your going to be gone soon and I may never see you again. This might be our last chance."

"Anna, as much as I love you, and as much as I find you incredibly sexy, we really can't get into this. It would just be too tempting. What if you got pregnant?"

"Now there's an idea, you could leave me a little something to remember you by."

"Anna, your incorrigible."

"No, I'm corruptible! Now just hug me so that I feel better."

I took her in my arms and nuzzled at her neck and ears, she moaned softly and pressed her breasts and groin into me. 

We stood for an age, having our very first dry fuck; she gradually changed her movements to up and down strokes along my penis, her breasts dragging at my chest. She started to tremble as she came and pushed her hand down between us to massage my dick.

"Anna, its ok, you don't have to do that."

"No, I want to."

"I mean, I came already, almost as soon as you started rubbing yourself against me."

"See, I knew you wanted me."

"Who wouldn't? It's just that we cannot do this. I'm going to be gone soon and you are going to have to move on."

"I know. It makes me feel so sad, I'm going to miss both of you more than I can describe. Why don't we just run away together? No, that won't work; you couldn't do that to her. I'm going to talk to her, I think its time to finish the game."

I was suddenly anxious, Anna was like a drug; I could not bear the thought of our daily intimacy reaching an end. My God, was I really in love with her?

"When are you going to talk to her?"

"Some time over the next few days - she will tell you."

The next day it rained and we both got soaked through returning from our separate lunches. When I reached the top floor, I immediately started to take my shirt off.

"Well if you're going to, then I'm going to." She said.

"Anna!"

"What? I'm wet through as well you know."

With that, she pulled her tee shirt over her head. Her breasts sprang free clad in a white gossamer fabric bra, her dark aureoles clearing showing through the material.

"My God you are beautiful." 

It was the first time that I had actually seen her breasts. Sure, I had had plenty of glimpses, cleavage and the now infamous blouse incident, but this was the first time her breasts had been fully revealed to me, except for the bra! 

She smiled, "I know. I really like them, most women complain about their breasts but I think mine are just fine. They are not too big and not just tiny little things." 

Then she realised what she had said. Her next sentence had me standing dead.

"Though I think your wife's little titties are just great, so beautifully firm and smooth. I just love the way her nipples pucker up."

When had she seen my wife naked? And what was all this about her nipples puckering up; they only did that when she was stimulated. Before I could say anything Anna continued.

"Take a good look my absent lover, this is the only chance you will get to see them. I have introverted nipples, see; they only pop out when someone sucks on them. You will never get that pleasure. You will never get to knead them, you will never shoot your sperm on them, they will never dance along your body, and you will never suckle my milk from them. I have decided that, as I only have six weeks before you go, I have to get over you. As soon as my shirt is dry I will become a normal PA - like the dragon - and you my dear, dear boss will have to start behaving like a gentleman. Now what do you want to do?"

"Anna, I've always behaved like a gentleman."

"I know, and that's the problem. Why don't you just treat me like a slut for half an hour or do I have to do everything myself?" 

She seemed to think for a moment and then said, "Come with me."

She took my hand, led me into the office, and told me to sit on the sofa. 

"Sit there." She pointed to the sofa.

I sat at one end, virtually in a trance, mesmerised by this new dominant Anna, wondering where this was going to lead. She walked to the desk, picked up the box of tissues, and sat at the other end with her back to the wall.

"I know you won't make love to me with your body so your damn well going to do it with your eyes. Now watch. This is punishment time. I have earned it. This is what you have been missing all these years. If you want to play with yourself that is fine, but you are not putting it in me. I'm going to leave you with a memory that will drive you insane over the years."

She was wearing that much loved skirt from the blouse incident with the black trim.

"Don't you dare take your eyes off me, I might bite you otherwise."

I nodded. She brought her legs together, lifted her skirt, arched her back, and quickly took off her panties. She then put one foot on the floor and the other leg up on the back of the sofa, opening herself wide to my gaze. She threw the panties at me.

"Recognise them? Smell them; that is as near as you are getting. That's it, taste them, those are my juices. You could have been drowning in them all these years."

I turned my head slightly upwards and closed my eyes to experience the full taste of her.

She kicked me.

"I said don't close your eyes! Now take off your trousers and pants, I want to see what you have been depriving me of."

I stood as if transfixed and stepped out of my trousers and boxer shorts, my eyes never leaving her body. I am not especially big in the dick department. I suppose I am a good average size but it was doing me proud at that moment standing erect and throbbing.

"Come here."

I thought; she has changed her mind, we are going to screw.

She said, "I just want to have a good look, this is the first one I've seen properly apart from photo's. So, that is what you keep for your wife. I am glad it is at least satisfying one of us! It's different from the way she describes it, maybe when you feel it pushing into you it becomes different, yes, I'm sure that's it."

It was almost as if she was talking to herself whilst examining my dick.

She looked up to my face, smiled, her attitude seemed to have softened slightly; my dick hadn't! 

"Now my absent lover, sit down facing me. Do not take your eyes off my pussy. You can lean in if you want to but if you try to touch me I'll kick your balls."

I had not taken my eyes off her pussy since she kicked me the last time. It was there, between her tanned thighs. Her delicate slit, a knot of dark lips poking through her labia; ending in a mound where it joined her tummy. Her labia, completely shaved and her pubes, a mass of dark shiny curls neatly shaved into a triangle contrasting with the lighter skin from her tan lines.

She drew a finger lightly along the length of her labia; she repeated the stroke with a slight arch of her back. 

"I used to come from just a few strokes like this, you can not imagine how sensitive they are. You could have made me come like that but now your not going to get the chance. I have learned how to control myself, how to bring myself off at a time of my choosing. This is what you're missing."

She arched her back and her pussy lips sprang apart, no mistaking the moisture inside, it began to leak down between her cheeks.

"Put some tissues, under me. Don't touch!"

I grabbed a handful of tissues and but them under her bottom. Of course this brought me closer to her pussy, I was just centimetres away. The smell of her juices assaulted my senses. I have never been great on pre-cum but the sight and smell of her had me trickling.

"Get some tissues around that." She ordered, "I don't want to have to explain cum all over the sofa to the cleaner."

"Watch and listen."

She pushed two fingers into her vagina with a squelching noise and pulled them out with a plop. She repeated the action.

"My juice is so thick it forms a seal around my fingers, every time I pull them out, it plops."

She carried on masturbating in front of me, occasionally closing her eyes, resting from time to time to get control over herself. The room was absolutely quite apart from the squelching and plopping as she worked on herself. I think I forgot to breath. Then suddenly she arched her back almost pushing her pussy toward my face. She put both hands over her labia and appeared to squeeze. Her whole body trembled, her breasts quivered. The juices were oozing from around and between her fingers.

"Quick, more tissues!"

I placed a bundle within reach; she took them with one hand and said "More!"

She eased herself down, making sure the tissues were mopping up the juices running down her bum. She took her hands off her pussy and said, "Watch."

She started to pump her pussy with her vaginal muscles, a creamy white fluid started to flow from her, she kept mopping at it with the tissues to make sure none stained the sofa.

"I tried to hold most of it in so you could see me do this. I learned to hold it in and then pump it out like this; the sensation is terrific as in runs down my cheeks. Just the sensation usually gets me cumming again. I used to squirt it all out in one go, I can still do that, but I prefer this for myself. Some other guy is going to get my first squirting; you, my absent lover, have missed that particular pleasure." 

A shudder ran through her body and another little flow appeared between her lips. I was absolutely reeling overcome by sensations of every kind kneeling, with fist full of tissues wrapped round my dick.

She pushed herself up with her arms and looked at me. She looked serene, contented, satisfied.

"Oh, I think that's it for now. Sometimes I can go on for about half an hour having little orgasm after little orgasm following on from the big one. Did you enjoy that?"

"Anna, I've never seen anything like that. My wife, well she doesn't seem to want to masturbate with an audience."

"You think. Well she has that dick to play with; she does not need to masturbate when she is with you. And if you were half a man you would be sticking that in me instead of me having to mess around with myself."

"Anna, look if you want to we could..."

"Oh no, no, no. You are not having your cake and eating it too. You have just seen me perform what I have had to learn because of your continual refusal to do the decent thing. Its too late, you had your chance, your not sticking it in me now. You have to learn a lesson. You know that your wife and I reached an understanding, all you had to do was say you wanted me. One phone call and you could have had all of this. But oh no, you have to play by conventional rules. Well that is it, its over for you absent lover. Take that thing home to your wife and give her what you refuse to give me. She knows that today is the last day of the game. This should keep you revved up for her for a few weeks. I'm going to the toilet to wash, would you mind tidying up."

As I replayed these scenes in my mind, I could not help but realise just how close we came to intimacy in those last few weeks. It is funny, I really had not remembered those two days before the cut off, until Anna reminded me of them yesterday. I suppose I had just pushed the intimacy to the back of my mind, a kind of loyalty thing to my wife.

And what about my wife? As I drifted into sleep, that was the thought in my head, what about my wife, where did she fit into all this, just why had she agreed to all this now...

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Manipulation Ch. 03



This is Part Three of the Manipulation story. The story is written in five parts and is posted at weekly intervals. All of the parts are written and ready for posting. Each part can be read as an individual story, but you will enjoy them more by reading the entire series. You can find the earlier parts here, click on the blue 'wills' link, top and bottom of story.

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SATURDAY

I stirred in the early morning gloom and felt the warmth of eyes upon me.

"Hello, so you did arrive last night. I am so pleased."

"Good morning, meu amore."

We lay there in bed on our sides, looking at each other, not touching, under a light cotton sheet covering. There was just enough early morning light coming through the blind slats for me to see her. It must have been about six am. Her eyes glowed, she wore red lipstick and smiled gently at me; she had a little beauty spot on her upper lip near the corner of her mouth. Her shiny dark hair cascaded around her face and onto the pillow. 

"You snore!"

"Really?" I said feigning astonishment.

"Yes. You snore really loud. I could hear you as I was coming up the stairs! How does your wife put up with it?"

"I think that's why she sent me back to Portugal, so that she could get a few nights sleep."

She kicked me!

"Don't start this relationship with a lie! We all know what your doing in Portugal. Sure you've got that house to restore, but you're here to make babies and I want you to start right now!"

As she was saying this she had started to rub along my leg with her foot, gradually moving it higher. I had a raging hard on. I hadn't even touched her.

I reached behind me for the video controller.

"What are you doing?"

"Turning on the video."

"Oh, good. I want a copy of this."

"Just how long have you both been planning all of this?"

"Well we have never really been completely of touch, letters, then e-mails, the odd phone call. Last year when she came here for that exhibition, we spent a whole day together in the Meridian Hotel. We locked ourselves in a room, and talked and talked about the old days and my baby problem. Anyway, we both finally agreed on this plan. The real task was persuading you to get your dick back to Portugal. Well you know what happened, she talked you into restoring the house and here you are! In bed with me!"

"Why didn't you call me three months ago when I arrived?"

"She got cold feet and only agreed to go ahead again recently. Did you know that sometimes you call out my name as you are making love to your wife? She thinks its sweet that I still have such an attraction for you; but then she's much wiser and more tolerant than I am. If you call me by your wife's name as were making love I'll cut your dick off. Now sit up."

I did as I was asked, as I sat up, she slid the sheet from her body; she was astonishing, it was the first time I had seen her fully naked. Her body glowed, filled, curvaceous, womanly, no longer the young girl, but a woman in her prime; she had a wonderful tan with only a white band across her groin. Her aureoles merged into her sun-tanned breasts; her nipples barely visible. Her pubic mound was just as I remembered glistening with tight dark curls. I couldn't see her pussy; her legs were closed.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well first of all were going to relieve all that pressure down there. You haven't been playing with yourself have you?"

"No."

She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand, "Good boy. I knew we could trust you. You have a sack full of sperm down then that urgently needs to find a good home so I am going to milk it from you; you are really going to enjoy it. Then were going on a journey of exploration before I fuck you. At least that is what I have imagined will happen, we just have to see where it takes us, I have a wonderful plan of exploration, for both of us.

"Lean back with your arms behind you, to support you, and open your legs. You are not allowed to touch me, except with your dick; I will be doing all the work. Your only job is to pump as many of those seeds into me as possible."

"Can't I kiss you?"

She thought about this, "No, I need to concentrate. I don't want to cum, if I start kissing you I'll get carried away and I'll wash half those precious seeds away if I cum. That's why I've made you wait. This way you're going to squirt gallons of sperm right up into my cervix. It's going to be the best possible start to our baby making."

Boy oh boy, has she ever worked all this out.

Anna moved toward me on her knees, then spread them wide and lowered herself until her entrance was just over my dick head.

"Relax, don't come too quickly; try to control yourself. I want you absolutely fully primed. When your ready to cum just push yourself up through me and squirt for all your worth. Ready?"

I nodded. She lowered herself onto me. It was like sliding into hot silk. I felt a lurch in my groin and electricity through my balls.

"Stop." I cried. 

She bit my shoulder really hard. The messages in my brain immediately concentrated on the signals from my shoulder, completely ignoring the hot flows lapping at my dick.

"Ouch, that hurt!"

"Yes. I know. But it got your attention. Are you under control now?"

I nodded again, rubbing my shoulder with my chin where she had bitten me.

"Right, I'm going to begin."

Her vaginal muscles started griping at my dick. She was slowly drawing me further and further into her. She didn't move a millimetre except for her muscles and a gradual lowering as she pulled me in. 

"I knew it would feel like that." She whispered. "No talking, I need to concentrate."

She sat there facing me, eyes tight shut and her forearms resting on my shoulders as she concentrate on milking my dick. My wife could do this, but not like Anna. This was indescribable. I was being wanked inside her vagina and neither of us was moving. 

Her body was taking on a sheen of perspiration and from it oozed the rich earthly smell of Anna. I had almost forgotten her smell, there were so many new sensations in front of me but then as that smell hit my senses I felt my groin tighten and my balls tingle.

"I think I'm going to cum."

"Good, I cannot take much more of this. I so much want to feel you moving inside of me but if you do I will cum and wash out most of the sperm. When your ready push up and pump your cock, don't pump me or I will cum!" 

That was enough, "I'm cumming!"

I gripped her hips and impaled her onto me as far as she would go. She gave a massive grunt, and l think she farted, then leaned on me with her arms around my neck as I pumped stream after stream into her. I felt liquid around my dick, running down onto my balls, I didn't know if it was me, or her, didn't care, I just continued to pump. Gradually the sensation decreased, it was almost over. It was high on my top ten list of fucks and I hadn't moved a muscle - well one.

"Are you finished?" she asked.

"I think so, but it still feels pretty hard."

"Good leave it there, that way the little buggers have only got one way to swim. God I want to grind down on you, but if I move I think I'll cum and ruin all our good work. You came in bucket loads I can feel it swimming around in me. As you squirted into me…., the sensation was fantastic, have you ever cum like that before?"

"Yes, once before and that was your fault. My wife gave me a blowjob as me drove across the bridge after the Lycra pants saga. It was crazy, she was waving her hand soaked in your pussy juices under my nose whilst she was bobbing up and down on my dick and we were driving in three lanes of traffic. Sometimes she is just completely crazy like that and wants to take all kinds of risks. Boy did we have a cleaning bill after that little episode."

Anna laughed, "Yes, I've heard that story. Glad to have been of service."

She stayed, stroking my back for a few minutes whilst my dick gradually began to shrink back to its normal size. Once or twice, she squeezed at it as if trying to get it to stay up, then said, "I don't have the strength." pulled off me, throwing herself onto the bed, legs resting high above her head propped against the wall.

I crawled over to her, set my hand to work caressing her tummy, and started nuzzling at her hair trying to find her ear. 

"What are you doing, that tickles?"

I was too busy to answer, enjoying the feel of her and the little whimpered intakes of breath as my hand and tongue found places demanding touch, between mouthfuls of ear I said, "Ears are very sensitive so I thought I would start at the top and commence a voyage of discovery."

She brought her legs down and turned around on the bed to face me. She took my face in her hands and started to kiss me. Just little kisses at first, looking into my eyes after each kiss and then gradually longer lip biting tongue lashing kisses that eventually had us both gasping for breath.

"That was nice." She gasped, "I feel like I'm nineteen again."

"Who kissed you like that when you were nineteen?"

"Well, no one actually. But you should have done! Can't you recognise a sexy girl when you see one. I can't believe the lengths I had to go to, I so completely embarrassed myself so many times, especially in front of your wife. But then I suppose I would never have met that wonderful woman. I owe her so much. I'm going to the loo." 

She swung her legs off the bed and sexily walked off to the loo.

I could hear Niagara Falls in the loo – I must ask her about that.

Anna came back and threw her arms around me. She kissed me and kissed me saying

"Thank you, meu amore; thank you." 

"You're happy then?"

"I'm pregnant, of course I'm happy."

"Come on, you don't know that yet." Hell, I thought this might be the end to our lovemaking.

"I know I'm pregnant, I just feel it happened this time. I planned it so I am at my most fertile this week; you pumped so much stuff into me it is just bound to have happened. Anyway, now that chore is out of the way we can just get on with enjoying ourselves, your going to pump loads more seeds into me, but that first lot was very special. Come on, I want you to make me feel all 'icky'."

I laughed as she threw herself face down on the bed with her glorious bottom facing up at me. I knelt on the bed beside her and gently started to caress her bottom. She shivered with pleasure.

"That feels sooooo nice. Is it true you love my bottom"

I bent over and planted a kiss on each cheek. 

"Of course I love your bottom, I have always loved your bottom, it is a thousand times more beautiful than I ever imagined. I love these little golden hairs at the base of your spine and the way your cheeks clench to hold my hand, the silky smoothness of it." 

I carried on with my caresses. 

"Tell me about you and my wife." 

I felt her tense for a moment. Then she turned her head sideways and looked up at me and said. "Ok, but first we have to start the game of exploration. I will talk while you explore."

I started moving my hands in wider sweeps over her body.

"No, that's not how we play it. I've got fourteen beauty spots on my front and seventeen on my back. You've got to find them and kiss them all. That doesn't include the one on my lip or one on my foot. You've already kissed the one on my lip several times and my feet are too ticklish for you to start messing down there. Right off you go."

My eyes were already roving over her body and I immediately kissed the random ones in obvious view.

"No, you've got to count out loud otherwise your be cheating. Start at the top and work down then you won't count any twice."

I had played this game with my wife, I knew exactly where the idea came from. I moved up to her head and knelt beside her and started running my fingers through her hair. She turned her head to face me; her mouth was millimetres from my semi-erect dick. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed.

"Is that me on there?"

"I certainly hope so."

"I smell nice don't l?"

"You smell delicious and you know it." 

I could wait to bury my tongue in her pussy and lap up all those juices but l was beginning to learn that anticipation was a great part of the pleasure.

"How do you know, you've got seventeen on you back?" I asked.

"She counted them for me." 

We both knew who she was.

"One, two, three." I got the ones on her neck hiding under her hair. "Explain what went on between you both."

"Right, but don't move down, there are more up there." 

I moved closer to her hair and started separating it to search for more; I found one up in the nape of her neck where little fuzzy hairs sprouted and another on her ear lobe.

"Four and Five."

"After the Lycra pants thing we didn't see each other for a few days. I was quite relieved, I mean how often can you cum in your employer's hand and get away with it, but every time I thought about it I got wet through again. It was silly, you can't stop things rushing into your thoughts and every time it did, I gushed, well not gushed, but I always seemed to be deliciously damp, squelchy."

"Six, Seven, Eight." I'd moved her head to the other side and found one on side of her neck and two at the crease between her ear and her head. I had to stick my tongue out to get these and had started lapping and tongue fucking her ear. She was squirming on the bed.

"Stop it, or I wont be able to continue."

I weighed up the alternatives in my mind and decided I wanted to hear the story. I moved down her body, she didn't object so I guess I had found them all up there. I quickly kissed the five obvious ones across her back; that brought my total to thirteen; I continued to caress her back and shoulders as she continued the story.

"About a week later I called your wife and asked her when she was coming into the office, I needed to speak with her. She said she was coming in the next day, I knew you would be in Porto all day so it could not have been more convenient. 

"We talked in the office for ages. I had to stay late to catch up with the work you had left for me. In particular we talked about my bodily functions and my constant wetness. Inevitably the discussion got round to you and I confessed my love for you and how I seemed to be able to cum with slightest stimulation just from thinking about you.

"Remember, I had been working for you for about two and half years by this time. At first I thought I was just infatuated and I just behaved myself. Then I kept noticing you looking at me and I thought 'He wants me, but he's too shy to do anything,' so I started dressing sexier. That's what led to the blouse incident. Your wife was quite cross but said it was ok to flirt but not touch. I think that's because the sex between the two of you improved with my flirting. You must have been going home fully primed."

"I was," I said, "I just needed to screw all the time." I had spotted three of the remaining four beauty spots but I was quite content for the moment just to fondle her bum.

"Anyway." She continued, "The outcome was that your wife offered to help me to control my emotions. She said that because I wasn't getting regular sex I was overflowing with hormones and that I needed to relieve the tension. She said that she was going to teach me how to masturbate and to control my flow. From then on I had regular lessons from her. She asked me to describe what I was thinking and feeling and then to masturbate. Sometimes it was just me; other times I watched whilst she showed me different techniques and sometimes we did each other. She said it was important for me to feel another person's responses and to correctly judge their emotions and sensations. It was about six months after she started teaching me that you nearly caught us in the office that Saturday."

I was kneeling on the bed just watching her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

"So you were lovers."

"No. She said, "We were not lovers, she was and is my most intimate friend and teacher; we never kissed as lovers or held hands or anything like that, she just wanted me to appreciate my body and to enjoy it to the full. But I think she was enjoying it as much as me."

So now I know why my wife was so content that last eighteen months in Lisbon, not only was this sexy package revving me up, she was also getting my wife's juices flowing in more ways than one.

"You have not finished. Continue."

I'd seen the final one; it was in a very intimate place next right down between her bottom cheeks. I wasn't sure how to do this. Oh well in for a penny….

I kissed one on her right cheek, one on the back of her right knee and one on her left calf.

"Sixteen."

"You've missed one."

"Oh no I haven't." And I parted her cheeks and drove my tongue down for it.

"It tickles." She said wriggling.

"Keep still, I thought you had learnt how to control yourself?"

With that, she became completely passive and spread her legs to give me better access. As I went down her crack, I could smell her pussy juices and started to tongue her across her anus and down to her pussy. She started moaning.

"That's so nice, just a little more then stop, and I don't want to come yet. Just one…no, three more licks."

So I gave her three more intense burrowing licks exploring her as much as I could and taking in as much of her aroma as I could get.

"Seventeen. Now turn over." . "Ok but you'll have to get a towel, I think were going to need it."

"Anna, can I ask you something personal?" I said as I came back into the room and passed her the towel.

"I should think so." She laughed, "We can't get much more personal than we are right now."

"It's just that when you go to the loo, well, it sounds like Niagara Falls." I blurted.

She laughed. "Well it's kind of embarrassing, when I first came to Portugal I didn't have any money and lived with my Sister. She was sharing a house with another family. There was one loo, always dirty with so many people using it and no lock on the door. I started going to loo sort of hovering over the pan and as fast as possible. That way I was not going to be caught. I know it makes a noise but I didn't realise it was that loud!"

"I'll tape it for you so you can hear."

"Oh, so you've got a toilet fetish."

"No I haven't. I had a girlfriend once who, I think accidentally, peed on me while we were making out. It was kind of sexy but it's not a fetish."

"Tell me about it." She was half sitting, half lying on the bed with an arm propping her head, looking at my dick.

"Well, we were on holiday in Ibiza, we had quite a bit to drink and had gone back to the room. We were in a sort of 69 position; she was on top and she was running her pussy up and down my chest pushing into my mouth when all of sudden I felt a warmth spreading over my chest. At first, I thought she had cum and then she said 'whoops, I think I peed myself.' That night we slept on her side of the bed."

"Would you like me to do that for you later?"

"No! I'm not a pervert."

"Well this little fellow certainly stood to attention while you relived the memory, maybe I'll surprise you. Come back here, you have not finished exploring. But change the video first; I do not want to be interrupted."

When I turned around Anna was lying across the bed with the towel double folded under her bottom; her legs were slightly parted. She held out her arms.

"Come here please, meu amore"

The sight of her was incredible. Her hair swept out on the bed behind her. Her breasts had settled slightly overflowing to each side of her chest. That wonderful pubic mound, and her pussy clearly damp; those beautiful long legs. I went to kneel on the bed but she pulled me on top of her and kissed me passionately and repeatedly. Our bodies began to pick up a rhythm, my dick had decided to explore by itself and seemed intent on penetrating her.




Manipulation Ch. 03



"Stop." She said breathlessly, "Not yet, you haven't finished exploring."

She pushed me away and smiled.

"Do you like?" She asked.

"You're so sexy how could anyone not like. I can't believe I'm finally doing this."

"Well get to work, you've got fourteen to find."

Most of them were obvious but I wanted to play the game properly so I knelt down beside her head and started working my fingers through her scalp. She turned her head and started gently tonguing the end of my dick sending shudders through my body.

"I'll help you, there's none up there."

"Maybe not but I just love the smell of your hair so I'm staying here for a minute."

She turned her face upwards and said, "Ok, its nice anyway."

After a couple of minutes of playing with her hair, I moved to concentrate on her face. She looked up at me as I went to work. She had tiny little light freckles across her forehead and I found my first mark on the side of her forehead and moved in to kiss it. I stayed there; just centimetres above her face, took in every detail. The texture of her skin, her colour, the little creases around the corners of her hazel eyes. I found the second virtually hidden in her left eyebrow, kissed it and moved my mouth down over her eyes washing them with my tongue.

"This is so nice. She was right; no one has ever given me this much attention."

I thought, I hope my wife knows what she is doing; it would be easy to fall seriously and deeply in love with Anna. Not that I don't love my wife, it's just that a new body to explore is more than tempting and when that body so clearly returns the love, well…

She had another one high up on her cheekbone, very faint but none the less there.

"That's three. I said giving it the treatment.

I moved to her nose and mouth. I kissed the one on her lip. 

"That doesn't count!" She cried.

"I know, but I'm kissing it anyway." 

I then proceeded to try to remove her lipstick with my lips and tongue.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked.

"You might have one hiding beneath you lipstick, I need to get it off to see properly."

She pursed her lips and I set to work vigorously, licking and tonguing her lips, forcing my tongue between her partially clenched lips and running in along her teeth.

"Stop, stop. I can't breath!"

She took a couple of quick breaths. "There's nothing there, but it was sexy anyway. You missed one."

"Where?

"My nose."

I bent to have a closer look and her hand snaked out and started slowly stroking my dick.

"Just want to see if it is paying attention."

Then I saw number four just on the edge of her left nostril. I started to tongue fuck her nose until she wriggled and laughed so much I had to stop.

She had one on her neck and one on her chest just above the slope of her right breast.

So, it was breast time. I was sat astride her waist in a position I had dreamt to be in so many times.

"You said I would never get to do this." I said stroking gently running my hands down the sides of her breasts.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you do it now!" 

I started tickling her sides, she was wriggling and thrashing about saying "Stop, stop. Ok they are yours. Do it!"

"Whose breasts are they?"

"They're yours, at least until the baby comes along. Now get on with it!"

I bent down and started nuzzling the left one with my mouth and nose, all the time stroking and caressing the right one. I moved to the aureole and started suckling the nipple. And out it popped, just like she said it would all those years ago. I wonder who showed her that trick. She started moaning.

"Yes. Yes, suck them!"

Slowly, slowly I played with my tongue around her left nipple. The right one emerges under my fingertips and I gently started tweaking at it. I moved my mouth to the right one and used my fingers on the left. 

"Enough, enough. I will come. Stop." She was obviously struggling to control herself and had her hand clasped firm between her legs.

I leant back and gave her a chance to regain control. She brought her hand up and offered fingers to me coated in pussy juice. 

"Hurry up, I can't wait much longer."

"Ok, that's seven and eight." I said kissing the one next to her right nipple and the one on the under slope of her right breast.

There were four between her waist and tummy and one at the top edge of her pubic hair.

She slowly parted her legs for me and bent them at the knees, propping herself up on her elbows. I was crouched between her knees looking at her pussy. 

"Don't waste time on my legs. It is in there. Look for it." 

I slowly brought my face down and looked at heaven on earth. Her pubic mound proud above the plain of her stomach like a little hill covered in a forest of dark curls. I started parting her pubic hair with my fingers and searched through it. She fell back on her back with a sigh. I spent some time exploring with my mouth just hovering above her pussy. She was leaking, a trail of white fluid was running down her bum crack. The perfume was head reeling. This girl's pussy smelt of spices, musk and lemons. There was nothing in her pubic hair, I was sure. So that meant… 

I stared intently, taking in all the details. The labia completely shaved, not a trace of hair, puffy and slightly pink. Between the labia poked her lips. They stuck a cm or so out in a small knot, much darker than the labia, wrinkled, but in the proper way. Beneath the knot of her lips, a white trail of juices. As I watched I saw her contract and a new flow of juices added to the trail already running down her bottom.

"Touch me." She moaned.

I moved my hand forward and caressed her pussy. She contracted and another pulse of fluid emerged. 

"Open it. Quickly, I can't hold myself much longer."

I parted her labia and saw it immediately, tucked between the inside of her labia and her pussy lips. I moved my mouth down as Anna brought her pussy up to me.

Out of control, I started licking, biting, and sucking as Anna's hips started pounding my face. And then she came. Suddenly she went rigid, hips up off the bed, her hands pulling my head into her and she squirted and squirted and squirted pussy juice all over me.

I was in shock, never in all my life could I have imagined the flow that a woman could produce. There was no point in trying to lick it all up. It felt like she had squirted gallons put it was probably only a couple of spoons full.

She sighed, let go my head, and slumped her hips back on the bed. I continued to lap at the juices still flowing; one hand on her tummy could feel the contractions that were sending more little floods my way. The tempo of her breathing changed and I realised she was about to come again. She once told me she could do this for half an hour. I would drown!

The second orgasm was much less intense and was less of a squirt and more of a slurp, divine. I could have stayed there all day and all night. I had her cum everywhere, in my eyes, my hair, my chin and chest. I remember thinking that I hoped the towel had caught most of it when the hand underneath her accidentally found her anus.

It was so wet down there that a finger slipped into her bottom almost without either of us knowing. She stiffened and pushed down. The finger slid in past the first knuckle.

"Use your tongue, great big flat licks as far as you can." She ordered. 

I started licking from where my finger was right up past her clit flattening my tongue as far as I could. Anna was gently fucking my finger as I licked. 

"Harder with your tongue."

I increased the pressure and felt the orgasm grow. Her body was trembling, her thighs flopping as if made of rubber, and she let herself go impaling herself on my finger, nearly broke it, as she convulsed again and washed me with her nectar as much as the first time; but more than enough for me to deal with.

After a few minutes of gently nuzzling her through her come down orgasms, I pulled myself away. My dick was purple and the head was slick with pre-cum. I dearly would have loved to wank off over her body but thought better of it. She turned to her side and curled up as if she wanted to sleep.

I went to the bathroom, and cleaned some of the stickiness off my face and body and brought a face towel and warm water to the bedroom. Anna had rolled onto her back; her eyelids were fluttering. I thought, quickly, before she falls asleep, and set about cleaning her up.

I parted her legs, ignored her complaining, and started applying the face towel to her crotch and thighs. She moaned an appreciation and I set to work cleaning her pussy and bottom. Another shudder and another little trickle fed me, I finished cleaning her with the towel.

She rolled onto her side and said, "Cuddle me."

She wriggled her butt into my groin and clasped my hand to her breast, said, "Thank you," and fell asleep.

It was early evening when we woke up. Anna was grinding herself into my dick to try to wake me. It did not take long.

She turned to face me, "Kiss me." She said.

We kissed for ages, exploring each other's faces and lips with our mouths. She told me that she had never cum like that before, never in such volume, we agreed that anticipation was a marvellous aphrodisiac. 

"I thought I'd never stop. I have never felt orgasms like that before. My whole body was tingling, like electricity passing through it; I have waited a long time but nothing could have prepared me for that. I am told that you have a very strong tongue. Oh, I am embarrassed now. She told me that you tongue her clit for eternity making her cum and cum. I want you to do that for me but first we have to take care of this chap. He's been neglected." 

She had been caressing me to erection and was now gently running her thumbnail over the crown of my dick. I was quivering with tension. She let me go. "Right on your tummy, my turn to explore."

"But I've got loads of moles, we will be here all night."

"Not after those, I'm after scars, got five to find. You have to tell me how you got each one."

She was lying on my back, propping herself on her elbows examining my hair, breasts squished into my shoulders, legs parted and down the outside of mine so that the warmth of her groin penetrated my butt. I moved to adjust the position of my dick so that it was more comfortable.

"Am I heavy?"

"No, just making myself comfortable."

"I found one, actually, I'm cheating. I was told to look here. Oh, there are two!"

"One came from when I was playing Cowboys and Indians with my best friend, I stood up under an open window. The other I got throwing a brick up into a tree to try to dislodge a kite. The brick came down on my head."

She laughed, "And I always thought you were intelligent."

She slowly worked down my body rubbing her breasts down my back and her hair floating over my skin. She arrived at my bottom, and started to knead my cheeks pulling and pushing at them, running her fingers down the crack of my cheeks and around my balls.

"Do you want me to play with your 'hole'?"

"No, I want you to play with my dick."

"Emmm… I could go for that. No more this side, turn over."

She lifted herself so that I could lie on my back and dropped so that her pussy straddled my dick. She looked me in the eye and deliberately and slowly rubbed herself along the length. I could feel the slickness, and the heat. She put her hands on my chest where her fingers could tweak my nipples and raised her hips slightly to give my dick room to move. With a twist of her hips, she guided my dick to the vee of her pussy and commenced gliding strokes up and down the length. With each backward move, I tried to raise my dick to penetrate her but she simply raised her hips to avoid the lock.

She closed her eyes and rocked her hips like this for a couple of minutes, I thought I was going to burst when she suddenly dropped down onto me stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you won't know what has hit you."

"Now." I whimpered.

"When I have finished exploring."

She brought herself up so that she was astride my chest, her pussy leaving a trail of moisture across my rib cage. She sat there, watching at me looking at her pussy and trying to reach it with my tongue.

"Did you want some of this?" she said, putting her hand to her pussy and holding it in front of my face laden with juice. She put her fingers in her mouth and said, "I would have thought you had had quite enough for one day."

"Anna, that's not fair. I'm being deprived and if you're not careful the next batch of baby seeds is going to find itself up your back."

She reached behind her to grab my dick, her breasts swinging above my face.

"Oh, don't worry; I am not going to let that happen."

She leant down over me to continue her examination and let her breasts brush my face, I tried to suck her breasts but it was like bobbing apples, she kept pulling them away smiling and teasing my hair.

"There's none up here. I know I'll examine your hands."

Something told me she knew just where to look.

"There's one here on your thumb, I bet you did that in woodworking class." She kissed and sucked at my thumb as if it were a little dick.

Then she turned around so that her bottom was pointing right at my face and kissed the one on my knee that I had done when falling on a piece of glass.

"One more to find. Now where could it be?" Her hair was all over my groin it tickled and felt incredibly sensuous. I did not care how long she took; I had her bottom to play with.

I ran my hands over her cheeks and down through her crack poking a finger into her. She wiggled and said, "Stop it. I can't concentrate."

No way was I going to stop. I pulled my finger out and continued to explore her bottom. Her anus was incredibly sensitive; it opened and closed as my finger circled it. Her hands were holding my dick and I felt her lick slowly along its length. Her mouth popped over the end.

"Anna, I'll cum of you don't stop. And you still haven't found the last scar."

She took her mouth off me and said, "That's the idea, and the last scar is here." She poked a spot next to my dick where I had had a cyst removed. "I'll kiss it when my lips get down there. Now play with my bottom."

She set about swallowing my dick as if born to the task. I am not particularly big but I still admire anyone who can take it all in. It was nothing like I imagined, actually her pussy felt much better around me, but hey, whose complaining, especially when I had such a vista before me. I started running a single finger down her crack to her pussy dipping it in her juice and bringing it back past her anus. Every time I crossed her ring, she juddered and pushed down on me. Every time I reached her pussy, she contracted trying to pull me in. All the time she steadily worked her way down my shaft.

I had my finger in her bottom feeling my way forward and could see her pussy oozing liquid when I felt the rush in my balls. Her mouth completely covered my dick and she was kissing my groin making sucking noise.

"I'm going to cum." I started fingering her bum and fucking her face, and exploded. The first squirt must have shot straight down her throat. She choked and pulled her mouth off me gripping my dick hard and in one motion swung her self off me and impaled me in her pussy. She started sucking at my dick and milking the rest of the cum out of me.

When my spasms stopped, she continued to hold my dick with her muscles gently encouraging it back to full firmness. I do not know how long we held that position. She held herself above me with her arms extended, her breasts hung in front of me. We never lost eye contact, it was if each of us was trying to see inside the others soul. It was passion, lust, love.

She lowered herself so that her breasts brushed my chest and whispered into my mouth, "And now I'm going to fuck you." She ran her tongue across my lips tasting the sweat of perspiration, then fell on me kissing my mouth with her hands in my hair and started thrusting at my dick.

Everything else we had done was a rehearsal for this. She rode me up and down, drawing me out until the tip plopped from her vagina then thrusting down again. Her breathing started to become ragged and she raised herself up again to control her desire, pausing, gripping me with her vagina; and then starting again with a slow steady rhythm. I gripped her forearms with my hands as I felt the tingle begin to rise and we started rocking together me thrusting up off the bed as she pushed herself onto me.

We both started crying out as the peak approached trying to force our bodies into one another. I felt the flood as she came and that was enough to take me over my crest and I pumped and pumped into her.

Later, much later after we had slept wrapped in each other's arms I awoke to find her looking at me.

"Good, you're awake. I didn't want to wake you, I know how much you old people need your sleep."

I pinched her waist. "Don't be rude. I thought you were a nice young woman."

"Oh, I'm very nice, or hadn't you noticed. I'm starving; lets eat something."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. "Come on lazy, we've got to keep your strength up. This only the first day." It was actually night, but whose counting. The kitchen clock said 1.00 o'clock in the morning.

This is Part Three of the Manipulation story. Part Four will be published in about one week. (Or may already be posted.) If you have enjoyed the story, please vote. Send feedback if you wish.