10 comments/ 91809 views/ 9 favorites Cathy Ch. 01 By: antlerBoy Readers Note: All of the “Cathy” story is true. All of it. I’m going to do my best to start at the beginning, and follow through to the story’s wild conclusion. Comments? Etc? Please forward to the link below. --------------------------- In the early ‘80s, I moved to Dana Point, California to pursue my career as a writer. Anyone familiar with the writing trade knows that it doesn’t pay too well – especially for an entry-level position. But I’d landed a job at a small magazine, which paid even worse. Still, it would prove a start to my career. I made just enough to afford a modest apartment about a mile from the coast. A six-unit building, where, the week that I moved in, my next-door neighbors Bill and Cathy were in the process of celebrating the birth of their first child. I lived alone, thanks for a recently failed relationship, and enjoyed their company. We all became fast friends, drinking and partying in the finest of Southern California Beach Town tradition. Less than a year had passed when, one winter afternoon Bill knocked and poked his head in my front door. I was busy at the typewriter, but never too busy for a worthwhile distraction. “Jim ol’ Buddy… I’ve done it again! Cathy’s preggers with number two! Have a cigar!” With six-pack and cigars at the ready, how could I refuse? Cathy joined us an hour or so later, blushing profoundly over the clear evidence of her sexuality. While Bill and I pounded down the beers and filled the room with smoke, I couldn’t help but notice that Cathy would … more than once … fix her gaze on my crotch. Daydreaming? Perhaps. But then more than once, I watched has she rubbed her pregnant belly, stroking it slowly as her gaze settled on my lap. And, in spite of the beer, I found myself responding. It made for awkward moments: any man that’s worn Levis’ 501 button-fly jeans knows they’re not the most comfortable casing for a growing hard-on. Months passed, and Bill’s work schedule changed: swing shift, 3pm to midnight. Not only that, but he fell into the habit of closing the local bars with work buddies, putting him home in the wee-small hours of the morning, with just enough time to pass out, sleep it off, and get up again just in time to leave for work. Predictably, Cathy became lonely. She started dropping by my apartment in the afternoons, almost as soon as Bill would leave for work. She’d usually bring her infant son. One day when he cried, Cathy turned to me with an anxious look: “Jim, I’m really enjoying our visit, but he’s hungry… I hope you don’t mind…” And simple as that, she pulled one strap down over her shoulder, pulling her dress down to expose a naked breast. And cradled her son to suckle it. Right there on my couch, in my living room. Now I realize that this was a completely innocent and natural act: mother feeding son. But I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit: that same night, I masturbated myself to sleep over the vision of Cathy’s ample breasts. And thinking of how she’d been looking me straight in the eye as she pulled her breast free from the confines of her dress. A moment that I replayed over-and-over in my mind, as my aching cock found frustrated release into the bedsheets. Once I established myself at the magazine, my hours became somewhat flexible. Proven writers were offered a wide latitude for “working at home”, and I began to shift my office hours earlier and earlier in the morning… ultimately, to arrive home just after Bill would leave for work. The time when Cathy would most likely come to knock on the door. It was the middle of June when Cathy was nearly 6-months pregnant with her second child. I hadn’t known Bill and Cathy during her first pregnancy, and they’d taken no pictures of her “when she was showing.” But I’ll be the first to admit two things: first, I’ve had a lifelong attraction to pregnant women. I could bullshit about that “motherly glow” and on and on, but the fact is: pregnant women flat out turn me on. And the second thing is… Cathy looked magnificent at this stage of her pregnancy. The middle of June: the third trimester. To most, the changes would be imperceptible. For me, it became a daily thrill. A change in the way she’d walk… a more pronounced “waddle” to offset her swelling belly. The way she’d bend to pick things up from the floor. The way her familiar clothes became tighter by the day. You have to understand: either the look of a pregnant woman does something for you or it doesn’t. For me: it does. Profoundly. And it was the same middle of June when Dana Point was experiencing a true Southern California heat wave; we’d gone for nine straight days where the daytime temperature was over 105 degrees. Nearly record-setting. Still, I left the comforts of my air-conditioned office every day, promptly at 3pm, to streak straight home. Straight home to my writing work, right? No; at this point, I couldn’t even fool myself. I was going home, hoping for a visit from Cathy. Hoping for an innocent glimpse of her swelling motherhood: a glimpse that would, once again, etched in my mind’s eye, provide fuel for my soiling my bedsheets before I drifted off to sleep. Now there’s a particular afternoon during this time; one that will forever be etched in my erotically-twisted mind. And this particular afternoon measured 106 degrees at 4pm. Maybe a record. Doesn’t matter. In my small apartment, I had the front door open, as my desk was right next to the door. I’d also opened the window in the small kitchen, to get some breeze through the room. For whatever reason, the breeze flowed through the kitchen window, and out the front door. Quite a good breeze, actually. Still, the heat was stifling. As I did my writing work, I’d occasionally look out the door to the small balcony beyond the front door, which, in turn, overlooked the courtyard of the other apartments. Writers know about this: from time to time, you just have to look away and daydream while you compose your thoughts. So it was during one of those look-away-and-think moments that… my gaze followed out the door to find… a very pregnant Cathy, leaning over the balcony railing, and watching the setting sun. Cathy was wearing a light summer-dress that was very short. And, with the brilliant light of the setting sun behind her… it was nearly transparent. As she shifted against the railing, balancing on her elbows, I could clearly see the shadowed outlines of her pregnant form. With the wind blowing out the door, the back of her dress was pressed firm against her backside. It only took two long inspections of same to determine: no panties. A short summer dress, and no panties. I remember that I actually stopped breathing at some point. And I remember gulping for air as I dropped my hands from the keyboard, slack-jawed, to marvel at this unintentional display of her charms. And it must have been that I’d stopped typing, that caused her to whirl about, looking straight at me: “Jim, I’m sorry… I’m not disturbing you, am I? I mean, your writing. Do you mind if I stand here? It’s just so hot inside.” “Cathy…” I stammered. “Of course you’re not bothering me. I just… I just…” as my voice trailed. Cathy was now facing me, and thanks to the angle of the sun, it was clear that she was also not wearing a bra. The shadows from the sun defined the form and shape of her swelling breasts. And the wind through the door pressed the clearly defined points of her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her dress. “May I come in and join you?” she asked. I nodded numbly in reply, as my cock stirred in my shorts. As she walked through the door, it was clear that this summer dress was from her old wardrobe: pre-pregnancy. Clear, because her breasts were more than tight against the fabric. Also clear because this was a very short summer dress. Her swollen belly caused the hem to ride high on her thighs… pulled up high, exposing her legs to the very top. Owing to her third-trimester form, she awkwardly walked the few steps to my living-room couch, and then dropped heavily; leaning back into the couch. A moment passed. Finally; “Wow. I’m so big. I don’t think my tummy was so big last time…” Her eyes locked with mine, as she continued: “…but you didn’t get to see this, the last time I was pregnant, did you?” The air grew heavy as I contemplated my reply. She’s clearly fishing for something… but I didn’t dare risk our friendship. What should I say? What could I say? Lamely, while shifting my gaze to my feet, I responded softly with: “No, Cathy, I didn’t get to see you last time. You know that.” I remember shifting in my chair, struggling to keep my swelling cock bent into my pants, and away from her view. “So tell me…” I continued: “…what is it… that I didn’t get to see?” Cathy thought for a moment, dropping her hands to her lap. I watched as she slowly moved her hands to the bottom of her swollen belly, tracing circles around its form. I looked up to see her eyes locked with mine… only to steal glances downward, as she continued to rub wide circles with her palms… the thin material of her summer-dress pulling taught against her skin. I watched as she traced the palms of her hands up over her breasts, finally bringing a finger up into her mouth, wetting it, and then tracing the tip of the finger in spiraling circles around the tip of her left breast. Rough circles, tugging the sweated fabric tight over the swell of her nipple. Her eyes again locked with mine, as she rasped out six simple words… words again etched into my mind: “… close the door. Someone might see.” I did… which, following sunset, pitched the room into an awkward darkness. As my eyes adjusted, Cathy stirred on the couch, arching back, and causing the hem of her dress to ride to the tops of her thighs. She again put her index finger in her mouth, and looked me in the eye while she traced the tip of her finger under her left breast, pulling up against its pregnant swelling weight. “We need some light in here…” she said, as she pushed back against the couch. “Do you have any candles?” “Well yes but…” I stammered as I flicked on the living-room light. Her response was immediate: “NO. Please... no. I want candles.” I nodded, speechlessly, and turned off the lights. Even in the growing darkness, I had to deliberately hide the swell of my cock in my shorts. Being a bachelor, it only took me about 10 minutes to find the candles… worthless white candles: cast-offs from a garage sale. Of course, as a bachelor, I had no candle-holders. Finally, three empty wine bottles served the purpose. I crammed the candles into the wine bottles, and lit them, one by one. “Nice…” she said with a sigh, pushing back into the cushions of the couch. She leaned back again… dropping one leg to the side of the couch. And her other leg… slowly inching higher, as she moved it to the top of the back cushions. She was … now … legs apart on my living room couch … by candle-light … She was now in a very explicit and inviting position. Inviting position? I watched as she pushed back against the couch, and splayed her legs wider… the hem of her short dress gradually exposing the folds of her womanhood. There was no mistaking the invitation: I rose, and stepped towards her in the candlelight. “Wait.” This one word stopped me dead in my tracks… mere feet from her spot on the couch. “I mean, wait. It's just that…” she sighed. I stood lamely, half-bent to hopefully cover my erection. An erection now straining at the buttons of my jeans. I stumbled back into my chair, sitting down while she composed her thoughts. She spent a long time looking at the floor before she continued, finally locking eyes with me as she said: “Jim, this is difficult. But promise me this: Billy’s my husband. He’s your best friend. I can never cheat on Billy. And you wouldn’t want me to. Am I right?” To my astonishment, she punctuated this last statement by reaching around her swollen belly, and pressing the index finger of her right hand deep up into her pussy. I watched by candlelight as she churned this finger, deep in her folds, glancing down, and then up to look me in the eye: “Am I RIGHT?” “R-R-R-right!” What could a man say in this position? “RIGHT!” I said again, as I ran my palm over the swelling bulge in my pants. With this, Cathy moved back into the corner of the couch. I watched as she pulled her summer-dress up and over her shoulders, and finally over her head. Which made her a very naked, and very pregnant woman, very exposed on my living room couch. With this, I started to stand again… and once again, was warned off by Cathy. “I know you’ve been watching me. I know that I turn you on.” She shifted her legs again, leaning forward to emphasize her pregnant belly. “Do I…” she asked, while locking her eyes once again with mine... “Do I turn YOU on?” “Y-Yes… YES, Cathy. Okay, there, I said it. YES, you turn me on.” “Like you didn’t know...” I said as I stood and pulled my shorts to my ankles. Released from its confines, my aching cock bobbed free. Very erect. And very, very hard. For a moment, Cathy sat, with her gaze transfixed on my cock. I stood, watching her awkward movements as she moved her heavy, pregnant form closer to the edge of the couch. Her legs fell apart as she sat up straight, and then she leaned forward, toward the tip of my cock. Closer. A pause, and then even closer. Her lips just barely grazed the tip of my cock before she abruptly stopped. “I can’t!” she sighed softly, falling back onto the couch. “I just can’t!” I stood still for a moment, my cock throbbing and aching for relief. Cathy was very naked, legs splayed before my cock, and worse: she was gasping... panting... all but begging for my cock. I thought of a hundred things I might do. This had become a living daydream. A living daydream that clearly directed as how I should just jam my cock into her, and pound away until I shot my cum into her pregnant womb. God, how I wanted to do that! But just as suddenly, she pushed me away. With the flat of her palms against my chest, she pushed me away from her. Leaving me half-standing, hard cock bobbing, poised at the ready. And her legs splayed… gaping… with her pregnant wet arousal drooling from the bottom of her slit. “We… cannot… do THIS” she gasped. “I cannot be unfaithful to my husband. And you cannot betray the trust of your friend!” She had a point. Guilt overwhelmed me, and I looked down to see my cock gradually withering at the thought. Something… something had to be different. Cathy lowered her gaze to my shrinking cock, illuminated by the flickering candlelight. She then twisted her legs obscenely, moving her moist and gaping crotch closer and closer to me. “Stand there,” she said. “Stand right there. I have an idea. I’m going to hold myself open for you. Wide, really wide.” As she said this, she hooked her knees with each hand, and pulled her legs up, wide and apart. “I want you to…” I watched as her hands fell from her knees… legs falling down to the couch. “Oh Jim, I don’t know if this is right… don’t move… wait a second.” I watched as she looked down at her swollen belly, and perhaps thought about the last time a man really wanted… WANTED to take her. A man who wanted to shove a hard cock into her most private spot. The conflict of love, friendship, and marriage commitment was clear as she struggled to continue: “Jim, I want you to step closer. Step here. Between my legs.” I obeyed... my cock harder than I could remember since High School... “Don’t touch me,” she continued. I want you to jerk off onto my pussy. I want to feel you shoot your cum onto my clit! Do it… I want to watch. Do it now!” The candlelight flickered in my sparse living room while our eyes locked. “Cathy…” I said as I dropped my shorts to my ankles, and then kicked them off my feet… “Cathy, I have wanted to… take you, since the first day we met. But with Bill in the picture, you know I cannot. WILL not.” “But yes…” I continued… “YES… I will shoot my cum all over your clit. All over your pregnant, swollen clit. I won’t touch you. Pull your legs apart. Are you ready?” I watched as Cathy once again hooked her hands behind her knees, and pulled them up as high and apart as she possibly could. At the same time, she inched her ass down to the edge of the couch, in line with the tip of my cock. “Don’t touch,” I whispered. She nodded in silent agreement. I inched the tip of my cock closer to her, stroking it slowly and deliberately with my left hand. I moved my cock closer yet, just grazing its underside with the tip of her clit. I looked down to see the head of my cock… just above her very red, and very swollen clit. I looked up, scanning my view over her vast, swollen and very pregnant belly. I looked up, to view her breasts, bursting to feed her newborn. Red. Engorged. Ready. Very ready. Cathy cranked her head to the side, and looked down, trying to get a glimpse of my hard cock, ready to spew on her clit. Knowing that she couldn’t see, I pressed her head back with the palm of my hand. “Shhhh…” I said. “Shhhh. Just feel. Feel me shoot all over your pregnant clit.” And with that: I did. And for the rest of my life, I'll never forget that point of no return: feeling my balls contract, and that familiar feeling of my load pulsing up through the length of my cock. I pumped my hand over the length of my cock, and threw my head back as each contraction sprayed another string of cum onto the tip of her clit… over and over again. Amazingly, we’d not touched once during this… our non-contact coupling. As my head cleared from my climax, I stepped away… watching the rich syrup of my semen drip down through the petals of her folds. I stepped away… to watch her drop her legs… her fertile belly quivering as my semen flowed down, dripping onto the couch. I stepped back to the chair by my desk, and eased myself onto the seat. With my cock still throbbing, I looked down to see the last pulses of semen drizzle out of the tip of my cock. And I looked over at Cathy: her eyes glazed, and her wrists reaching around her pregnant belly. I watched as her fingertips scooped up puddles of my semen, and pushed them into her pregnant slit. “We didn’t touch…” she said. I collapsed back into the chair at my desk, and laced my fingers behind my head. In a moment, I nodded in agreement, still too weak for words. “We didn’t touch… so we really didn’t ‘do it.’ Jim, I think you wanted to ‘do it.’ I know that I wanted to ‘do it.’ But we didn’t. Did we?” I never answered. Cathy and I exchanged eye contact, as our eyes flitted to long, languid traces of our naked forms. We did this for some... minutes? Hours? I'll never know. Cathy finally stood to grab her summer dress, and I watched as she slid the thin fabric down over her shoulders, finally smoothing it over her swollen motherhood, and the scant bit that flowed over her hips. Finally she turned to the door, opening it, and then glancing back to me. “Jim… I know we’re friends, and we can’t really touch in a sexual way… but I want to do this again. Maybe ... more. Do you? I mean, do you?” I started to stand. No more than a start… my cum-drained cock dangling between my legs. “Cathy, I…” And just then: Cathy blew a kiss from her lips, and a shimmy to straighten that tight summer dress over her swollen belly. “Don’t answer, Jim. Just be here tomorrow.” As quickly as said, as quickly as gone. She gently scraped her wide belly on the door as she turned, and then closed the door behind her. The ‘click’ of the door latch punctuated my anticipation for the following day. … to be continued… Cathy Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Slavery Becomes You "I'm sorry Cathy but the board feels that with your marriage and recent childbirth you are not as focused on your work as you were a year ago." Mr Albert said, "We have therefore decided to recruit from outside, I'm sorry." Cathy got up and slowly walked out of the directors office. She was angry, in fact she was extremely angry she needed that promotion, the extra money would have helped of course, but what made her so angry was she had been promised the Senior Executive's post and now they were giving it to an outsider. She went into the ladies and sat in a cubicle tears running down her face. Later that evening she told her husband Rob the bad news "Don't worry Cat." he said, "We'll manage somehow, even if we have to move to a smaller house." That didn't make her feel any better but they had discussed it before, she had always put it off because she was expecting the promotion but now they may have to think about it more seriously. Cathy was a career minded woman, being a Leo she was confident in herself and her abilities, some said she was domineering and all said she was exceptionally good at her job, which until 18 month's ago had been her whole life, then at the age of 28 she met Rob and it was love at first sight, she just couldn't help herself, but to an outsider it was difficult to see what he had that enthralled her so much. Cathy was a successful business woman, fashionable with a great 38 24 34 figure she could have chosen any man she wanted, she had been financially secure and was going all the way. Rob on the other hand was a lorry driver who didn't even own his own lorry, some would say he was cocky and ill mannered, but not to Cathy who split from her parent's in his defence. They seemed happy and it wasn't long before baby Jordan was born. Jordan repaired the rift with Cathy's parent's and brought them all closer so they moved to a big house to be near the doting grandparents. A week after being told she had been passed over for promotion Cathy was called into the directors office, when she walked in Mr Albert was sitting at his desk talking to someone "Oh I'm sorry." she said, "Shall I come back later?" Mr Albert stood up, "No! Cathy please come in." he said, and waving his hand at the 'someone' added, "I would like you to meet Ted Heron, he's your new boss." Cathy almost stopped in her track's but recovered enough to put her hand out, "Hi! glad to meet you Ted, welcome to the team." she said with her nicest smile. He was smartly dressed in typical pinstripe suit, late 40's early 50' she guessed. Taking her hand Ted said, "Cathy I have heard a lot about you, I think we will make a great team." "Good." Mr Albert said, "I wanted you two to meet before tomorrow Cathy when Ted will be taking up his post, I just know you two will be the driving force for the future." Cathy stayed another ten minutes making general chit chat and then left, 'he seemed ok' she thought to herself, 'looked a bit familiar though I wonder where from' "So what do you think Ted?" Mr Albert asked "Think you can work together?" "Oh I don't doubt it, she is a knowledgeable woman," he replied, "and eager to achieve." and quietly added to himself 'but I know that face' The following day Cathy arrived at her normal time to find Ted in his office 'the bastards trying to undermine me on his first day' she thought, "You're an early bird." she said, "I thought I was the only one silly enough to be here at this god awful time of the morning." "Always like to be first in." he said, "But I have to admit I was told what time you normally arrive so I got in a little earlier, thought we could go over a few thing's before the rest arrive." It took a couple of week's to get thing's sorted out, most of which involved Cathy showing Ted how thing's were done, she hated every minute of it, in fact she hated him, he was demeaning of her abilities and those that worked in the office, introducing new idea's that although they worked were no better than the one's already in use, he had her making coffee and instead of treating her as an equal treated her more like his secretary, fetching and carrying and other menial work, but she stuck with it hoping it would get better and besides, what choice did she have. It was all very well being a young success but she was unlikely to get a better job anywhere else so she couldn't afford to leave. It wasn't all bad though, she got to attend more meeting's with him than she had with his predecessor even though it meant more late night's, thank god for her mum who cared for Jordan more and more these day's. Underlying all this she still had the niggling thought that she knew this man. 'Well thing's are coming together nicely,' Ted thought to himself 'that stuck up bitch Cathy was put nicely in her place and the more work he took off her the less likely she would be able to usurp his position, shame though, she was a nice bit of eye candy, short skirts thin tight blouse those wonderful tit's and what an arse, but she had that snobby attitude that really pissed him off sometimes, she was far too confident for his liking, and then there was that nagging feeling that he knew her, where could he have met her before, he had taken her to a few after work drink's to try to get a hint of where, but had come up with nothing new, still he would find out, he had to or it would drive him mad. "There we are then," Cathy said, "Scotch for you and a Vodka for me." "Your knocking them back a bit tonight." Ted said. "Oh just ignore me," she said, "husband trouble, nothing serious." "Can I help." he asked, "Maybe I could meet Gem's on my own?" "No, it's fine." Cathy replied. The last thing she wanted was for him to meet there biggest client on his own "Just Rob being the butch husband, we can go whenever your ready." They finished there drink's and got a cab to the restaurant where the meeting was being held, it wasn't an important meet just an introductory one really so that Ted could meet the Gem's director's. The meeting went well, Cathy was in her element, 3 men all discussing business and her matching them always got her excited. About midnight the two guest's had to leave so Ted suggested he and Cathy went for a celebratory drink at a quiet club he knew in Kensington. Cathy was feeling quite tipsy by now but was enjoying herself too much to decline, she felt that she had got one over Ted tonight and wanted to keep hold of it for as long as possible. They got a cab to the club and chatted for a while about the meeting then Ted asked, "How did you get into this business, forgive me for saying it but you don't seem the type." Cathy had got past the tipsy stage now and was bordering on drunk, "Oh believe me I wasn't always the prim business woman I am now," she said, "I used to be a wild child, really over the top." "Oh yes, pray tell." he said with a laugh, "Your not the only one believe me." pushing the subject hoping to find out how he knew her. "No!" she said, "That's all in the past." she raised her hand for the waiter to bring another round of drinks "Yes." he said, "Some thing's can be too much, but when they happened they were fun don't you think?" "Oh I certainly had a lot of fun, especially when I was at university." she replied "Where was it now?" Ted asked, "I know it was in your file but I don't recall." "Durham, I nearly never got through, I almost dropped out and then I was almost thrown out, but I made it in the end." she said with a smile "Durham my s…." he started, and then with a total change in attitude he said "Yes well I'm glad you made it we need women like you in business." 'That was it' he thought 'No it couldn't be, it couldn't be her' But he was sure it was, he was positive he knew where he had met her before but he had to be sure and the proof was in his study at home. "Well I am glad I hung in there," she said, "but I think it's time for me to go home, it's been a nice evening, thank you Ted." "My pleasure," he said with a huge smile, "believe me it really was my pleasure." They got separate cab's home, mainly because Ted had something he needed to do before he went to bed. The following day in the office Ted was all smile's and joke's with Cathy, some of the joke's were a bit close to the mark but Cathy just put it down to the morning after the night before and returned to her usual aloof manor with him, sometimes it was so hard not to show how much she disliked him, she had enjoyed last night but it hadn't changed the way she felt, she hated him and didn't know how much longer she would be able to hold back. About 3pm Ted stuck his head in Cathy's office, "Cathy I'm off to a meeting with the directors," he said, "just this monthly report thing but I have a promo video I need to check out with you urgently, will you be here later?" "Yes I have some paperwork to catch up on" "Great see you later then" and with that Ted disappeared down the hall By 7pm Cathy was getting a bit annoyed she wanted to be home a little earlier tonight to keep Rob happy, by 7.30 she was pacing up and down. "Sorreee." Ted said making her jump, "Went on a bit longer than I expected give me 5 and then meet me in the exec suite we might as well be comfortable ok?" "Yes ok but I hope it wont take too long." she said, showing her annoyance. She gave him 10 minute's out of sheer spite and then went to the exec suite, situated on the ground floor. With it's own access the exec suite was a posh office and overnight complex for any client who needed an overnight stop, it had all the comforts of a 5 star hotel and an office as well, even drink's in the fridge so all you had to do was order in the food and that was that. She knocked on the door and without waiting for a reply walked in. Ted was wearing a pair of jogger's and no top he had obviously just got out of the shower and was drying his hair, "That's better, I hate this air con it really make's you sweat," Walking over to the drink's cabinet he said, "Vodka isn't it?" "Yes." Cathy said hardly able to hide her anger, keeping her waiting while he had a shower, didn't he think that she would like to have a shower and relax, selfish pig "There you are," he said, "I made it a double, I think you deserve it for being so patient with me." the towel was draped over his shoulder. "Sit over here you wont be able to see it that far away, sit on the settee." he said, she sat down and after he dimmed the light's he sat beside her. "I think you will enjoy this." Cathy watched as the tape started, lot's of background noise. A party, ok, "Oh fuck, oh no." she whispered, and went to get up Ted put his hand on her shoulder, "No!" he demanded, "Sit down, I'm glad you remember, how much do you remember Cat how much, how many?" Unfortunately she remembered it all too vividly, this was during her wild child day's ten years ago. She and her boyfriend Paul had a groovy relationship, meaning that they could fuck whoever they wanted cos nobody cared. This particular night Paul was having a party, his dad had gone out till late and just told Paul to keep it quiet. Cathy had stopped at the pub on the way so was well up for the party when she arrived, after an hour or so of hard drinking, loud music and a bit of teasing the subject got round to who had slept with whom, Tina said that Cathy was always shagging someone and that she must be constantly exhausted, Cathy took offence at this and said that it was Paul who was always tired and of course Paul got pissed off at that, Tina was a bit of a shit stirrer and said, "Maybe you should have a competition and see who can last the longest." That started the usual 'I can do better than you can' rubbish. "Well I think that Cathy will last the longest, she has much more staying power then you Paul." Tina said " But if you want to prove other wise Paul there are enough girls here to have a great competition." Cathy jumped up and said, "And enough men, so put your dick where your mouth is or admit defeat" "Like fuck." Paul said, and grabbed Tina's arm "Whoa hang on a minute," Tina said, "Let's make it really interesting shall we, anyone who wants to take part has to pay an entry fee, lets say £20, if Paul suck's and fuck's the most he wins the kitty if not then Cathy win's, and only one shag each you lot." with that she pulled out £20 and put it in a fruit bowl "Well I'm up for it." Cathy said, but Paul was already dragging Tina off to a bedroom. Cathy grabbed the first guy to show money and dragged him off to a room, after an hour of this and several fuck's later they were both totally slaughtered and naked, and it was only midnight, Cathy had her stocking's and suspender's on. They were moving from one body to the next now, no longer bothering to do it in private but just taking the next cunt or prick in the line, another hour or so and they totted up the score's it was eighteen all. "Fuck!" Paul said, looking totally exhausted "why did you all bring guy's with you?" "What's going on Paul?" it was Paul's dad, "Not that I'm complaining mind, very nice indeed my dear." he said looking at Cathy. He was obviously drunk and so were his two friends Cathy saw her chance and put her arm's round dad's neck and started kissing him "Fuck me daddy." she said, and run her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his dick, then she reached over to the other new comer's, "you as well I just love older men, I want you all, let me suck you and fuck you, go on please let me I promise you'll enjoy it." and with that she started undoing dad's flies, of course 'dad' was Ted. She went at it like she hadn't been fucked for years she sucked and fucked all three of the older men one at a time and all at once and some of the other's came back for seconds even some of the girls joined in with Cathy sucking tit and licking pussy while having her arse or cunt was being fucked by some guy, at one point she was on top of one guy, Ted was fucking her arse while she licked a pussy that had a prick in it and all in close up, it was plain to see it was Cathy and it was plain she loved every minute of it. The video finished with her covered in come running round the room tit's swaying about waving her money in the air. She didn't know the video was being taken till Paul showed it to her the following day. A couple of day's later Paul said he had destroyed it. Devastated Cathy stood up and paced around, stunned, tears in her eye's hate in her heart, "You fucking bastard , I knew there was a reason I fucking hated you, well I don't have any money so what do you want?" she asked doing her best not to hit him. "Oh I know how much you hate me you fucking slag, I've had to suffer you're pompous attitude since I started here but your hate is nothing compared to mine, as to what I want, well I want to carry on from where we left off so get your kit off." Ted said angrily She stopped pacing, total shock on her face "No I wont, I cant, I'm not that person anymore I wont do it." she said Confident of victory Ted stood up and dropped his jogger's, stepping out of them he moved towards Cathy, she turned her head away but not before she noticed his erection and although he wasn't fat she noticed his middle age had certainly spread. He moved up close behind her, close enough to smell her fear, her hair brushing his face "Ok, maybe it's all a bit of a shock," he said, "so I'll make you a deal, get your kit off we'll have an hour of fun and maybe I will give you the tape." Ted moved away and got himself a drink. "Doe's your husband know you're a retired fucking slapper, does he know you love it up your arse, he doesn't need to find out, all it will cost is an hour of you doing an instant replay." Cathy thought for a moment and realised that her world would crash into tiny pieces if this got out, her husband her job her family, even her baby were at risk, she would lose everything, she walked over to the bar and poured herself a tall vodka and drank it all, pouring herself another one she said, "And you will give me the tape and forget everything." "All you have to do is what you did at that party," he said, "call me daddy, tell me what you want to do to me, a quick blow job and then on your knee's begging me to make you my bitch and look and act like you really mean it, and the tape is yours." Swallowing the remainder of her drink she put the glass down and having made her decision put a smile on her face and slowly turned into the girl in the film. Walking towards him she said, "Ohh daddy you know how much I want you, I've missed you so much." slowly stripping off her clothes "I just want to please you, let me suck you and fuck you let me be your bitch daddy I just need you to fuck me hard." Naked now and standing in front of him she took his now throbbing erection in her hand and kissed him passionately on the lips, even though she was shaking like a leaf and felt sick to her stomach she just kept thinking 'I get the film, it will be over soon' slowly she kissed him all the way down to his prick, "Oh daddy your so big I want you so much." and slowly she took him into her mouth, taking him deep and sliding him out again letting out little moans of feigned pleasure, she worked his erection as though she was still at that party, all the old trick's coming back to her making her feel even worse. His hand came down on her head and he said, "Oh yes babe I know you love to swallow it all and it's coming your way babe ooh yes it's yours babe ahhrrggg oh yes your so good you suck like a whore your so fucking good." She swallowed every last drop of his cum, not remembering the last time she had done a blow job. "Oh daddy that was great you taste so good." she carried on sucking and licking him till he was semi hard again and then slowly standing up she rubbed her body against him as she kissed him again "Oh daddy I need you, I want you, make me your bitch daddy make me your bitch." she said, as she went down on all four's and arched her back, ' nearly over' she thought ' nearly done, "Make me your bitch daddy I want to be your bitch use me daddy fuck me hard I need you." He moved her round as he got to his knee's and slowly pushed his erection into her "Oh that's good babe, tell me how good babe tell me how you've missed me babe." he said. "Oh I missed you daddy." she moaned, "it's been so long, no one could please me the way you do daddy, I love being your bitch daddy fuck me hard daddy I just want to please you I need your cum in my cunt daddy." the faster he moved the more crude and sluttish she became just wanting him to come so that she could be sick. "Oh your one fucking bitch whore," he cried, "and I know how much you love it, it's coming your way slag oh yes ooh yessss arrghh." and with a violent thrust he came again. "Oh yes daddy I can feel it filling my cunt hole daddy, oh it feels good daddy your just such a great lover daddy." she lied. As soon as he stopped she stood and ran to the bathroom where she was violently sick, almost choking. A few moments later and shaking with disgust she turned the shower on and made it as hot as she could, she scrubbed her body for what seemed like hour's until she was red and sore all over, finally just sitting under the water letting it roll over her. She knew she could never be clean again but hoped that she had washed his stink from her, finally she dried and wrapped in a towel went into the lounge and gathered her clothes, returning to the bathroom to get dressed. Taking a deep breath and holding her head high she returned to the lounge, Ted was sitting on the settee still naked his limp prick resting on his paunch the video in his hand "The film." she said, holding her hand out. "I have to say your just as good a fuck as you were ten years ago and just as much of a slut." he said, handing her the film "You sure you don't want some more?" Cathy Ch. 01 She felt her stomach churn, she grabbed the film and said "The very thought of what I have just done makes me want to puke, I would rather die than let you within a hundred yards of me ever again, you said it would be over, well I have the film so it's done. I will find a job and you can expect my resignation by the end of the month." She turned and walked to the door "Sleep on it, you have the film, your good at your job as well as being a great shag it would be a shame to lose our new found friendship." he said, sneering at her, she ignored him and left 'thank god it's Friday' she thought as she ran down the road and caught a cab, she got dropped off some way from her house giving herself time to get composed and think thing's through. She walked into the kitchen clutching her bag, Rob had left a note saying he had gone to bed and that her parents had taken Jordan to the villa for the weekend. She poured herself a large vodka taking the film from her bag pulled the tape out of the cartridge and tore it to shreds, bursting into tears, sobbing her heart out. An hour later freshly showered she got into bed and snuggled up to her sleeping husband, thankful for everything she had and determined to put it all behind her, she would look for a new job and until then she would do everything she could to stay away from Ted, it wouldn't be easy, but she had to do it and it was nothing compared to what she had already done that night. Rob woke her early with a hot cup of tea, "Sorry babe got an international to do," he siad " Your mum's keeping Jordan for a week at the villa and I should be back by Wednesday ok, love you." and with that he was gone, she didn't even have time to kiss him. She got up late and had a long bath, still feeling dirty from the night before, she put a jogging suite on and was sitting in the garden drinking tea when the phone rang. "Hello." she said "Morning Cathy." It was Ted, "Check your email, I'll call back in an hour" he said, he hung up before she could say anything. She wasn't surprised at his request as she quite often got messages from business client's at the weekend, it was the abruptness that caught her attention, it must have been urgent so she went into her study and switched on her pc, went online and checked her email, there was one from Ted with an attachment, she downloaded the file and clicked on it, as soon as it opened she rushed to the toilet where she was instantly sick. 'It cant be' she thought as she went back to the study, taking a deep breath she opened the file again "Oh fuck! you fucking bastard you promised" she shouted. What she saw was not the old film but a new one of Cathy naked on her hand's and knees begging daddy to fuck her hard to make her his bitch, it was from the night before, he had set her up "Oh god what the fuck am I going to do," she knew what he would want, he wanted her and with this fresh film and her looking like she loved it she knew she was trapped. She was angry at herself for falling into that trap, she hated him and herself. The phone rang, she picked it up knowing it would be him. "Hello." "Hi Cat what do you think of your new movie then?" he asked, victory oozing from every word "Why don't you come down to the suite so we can discuss your latest feature, shall we say in an hour." and he hung up. What choice did she have, none, but he did say 'discuss' so maybe he was willing to trade, maybe he would settle for sex now and then or even once a week, she could do that, it would make her sick but she could do it if that's what it took to keep him quiet, to save her marriage and job. She wasn't going to give in lightly though she would keep it to as little as possible. She dressed in her usual work clothes trying to keep thing's formal and got a cab to the suite. At her knock he opened the door still dressed in those jogger's and no top, her stomach turned at the sight of him, she walked passed him and almost threw up again. He had got a 42" TV showing the film of the previous night and all round the room he had stuck still's up of the original film, he turned the volume up and she heard herself saying 'Oh daddy your so big I want you so much' if she didn't know better she would have believed she meant it. He stood in front of her and said "Now where were we before you got stubborn, oh yes, suck me bitch or I will send these to everyone you love" She grasped at the last vestige of hope she had "But you said we could discuss it." "We can discuss later but now you will do as I say," he said with a smile "For now get your clothes off and suck my cock till I come, and as you love it so much make sure you swallow every little drop." 'Discuss it later' she thought what choice did she have but to do as he wanted she stood facing him and slowly undid her jacket letting it slide off her shoulder's and drop to the floor, she undid the buttons on her blouse and unclipped her bra piling these on the floor, then her skirt. When it came to her pant's she faltered and looked at Ted but he wanted it all, as she bent down to remove her leg his hand came out and cupped her tit releasing it again as she stood up. She got on her knee's and pulled his jogger's down taking hold of his erect penis she slowly slid it into her mouth, crying and sucking at the same time, she glanced up at him and saw he was watching her as she worked his erection, she was eager to get it over with, he kept watching her even as his juice hit the back of her throat. She knew that this was not so much for pleasure but more for control. Stepping away from her he sat on the settee "Good!" he said "Now a few ground rules starting with dress code, I quite like your skirt's but let's make them a little more interesting, get some that are flared and maybe a split here and there and try to add some colour as well, we all know you're a professional but you don't have to always look like it, same with the top's, dress down a little now and then and get some that don't fit quite so tightly, mix them in a bit I like tight but they may tear if I grab your tit's, high heels at all time's of course and stocking's with or without sussy's, no bra and no pants at anytime, I may need a quick fuck now and again and they will only get in the way is that clear?" She tried hard to keep calm, "Yes Ted it's clear." she said, "But doe's it have to be this way, you said we could discuss it." "You will at all time's call me Mr Heron." he continued, "and when nobody is within listening range it will be Mr Heron SIR is that clear." She went bright but she knew that this was the way it was going to be "Yes Mr Heron….sir." now she was getting angry, "but you did say we could discuss it." "We are discussing it," he said with a broad smile "you will do what I say when I say, you will fuck when I say and who I say without question, and you will do anything else that I wish, from here on you will be my personal slave for sex and whatever else I feel you should do. One last thing, we both know how much you love to be fucked we have seen the evidence so you better look like your enjoying it got that." She was still standing in front of him, she hadn't even tried to cover herself let alone get dressed, she knew he would stop her, she was angry "Yes Mr Heron sir if that's the discussion over will there be anything else Mr Heron Sir." she said it with a great deal of angry sarcasm. He jumped out of his seat and slapped her as hard as he could across the face, as she spun he grabbed hold of her tit digging his nails in like knives, she screamed at the slap and screamed again at the pain he caused as he dragged her across the room by her tit, he threw her across the desk face down not bothering to clear it, ramming his knee's between her legs he spread them wide, without any preamble he rammed his newly erect prick into her dry pussy, she screamed again in real pain tears streaming down her face, she tried to fight back but he pushed her head down hitting the desk hard, he rammed into her as hard as he could, "Get sarcy with me you fucking whore" ramming into her "maybe you will think twice before you do it again." ramming ramming he slapped her across the arse making her scream again now his prick was sliding into her as she got wet, "Fucking bitch you fucking whore I am gonna have fun shagging you whenever I want you, aargggghhh yes you slut bitch fucking slag." and his jism joined with her juices as she moaned in agony. He took his prick out and grabbing her hair pulled her to the floor in front of him, "Clean it slag." She was in too much pain to say or do anything other than as she was told, she slid him into her mouth and licked him clean, tasting her own juice as well as his and even a slight taste of blood, he threw her to the floor. She lay there waiting for the next humiliation, she knew now that she would have to do whatever he wanted, she had no doubt now that he would reveal her secret to everyone, and she had to be his slave, unable to protect herself even verbally He had sat down in a chair now still naked "Get me a drink slut." he ordered. She dragged herself off the floor and taking his glass got him another drink as she gave it to him he said "You better go in the bathroom and get cleaned up." Once in the bathroom she realised how damaged she was, when he threw her on the table he had moved nothing and her body was covered in small cut's or dent's where pens and other items had dug into her flesh, her tit had deep nail marks, two of them were seeping blood, she stepped into the shower and turned the water on, the sudden cold followed by the hot made her tingle, once she had soaped herself she turned the water to cold, she needed to be awake and aware, she couldn't make another mistake with this man. With just a towel wrapped round her she went back into the sitting room "Could I have a drink please Mr Heron Sir." she asked quietly, not a hint of sarcasm this time just slave. "Drop the towel bitch," he said, "and get me a drink as well, then you better go and prepare for your new role in life." She gave him his drink and swallowed hers in one go, dressing quickly now before he changed his mind, she opened the door half expecting him to stop her and continue her torture, she stepped outside and ran. She caught a cab and went straight home, once there she deleted the email along with it's attachment, she wanted nothing of that animal in her home, She ran a bath and soaked while she tried to think thing's through. She knew she had to do what he wanted but how was she to do that and her job without the two interfering with each other, and if he was going to treat her like that all the time Rob would see the mark's and ask question's, she couldn't see a way round it she would have to take it a day at a time, even the clothes he wanted her to wear were a problem, the only stocking's she had were fishnet that she had worn once for Rob, and all her work clothes were the same, she got out of the bath with everything still going through her head, she was in a total daze, confused, every time the phone rang she wanted to run away but she still had a life so had to answer it. He didn't call again but by Sunday night she was totally exhausted, she went to bed and fell into restless sleep "Hey sleepy wake up and get yourself a cuppa" It was the radio alarm, Cathy jumped up shocked at the sudden noise. She got out of bed and without thinking went through her normal morning ritual, as she opened the front door to leave she looked around at her beautiful home and wondered how long it would last, would she be able to keep up with Heron's demand's, would he have his fun and show the video anyway, a million and one question's, none of which she could answer. She arrived at work as usual and Heron was in his office, it had become there habit to go over the previous day's event's and the day's targets before anyone else arrived which was usually about an hour after them. She had done the best she could with his dress code, all her suit's were the same and so were her blouses, she didn't have any casual wear that would be suitable for work so she had put her jacket on but not a blouse or a bra, she was wearing her fishnet stocking's and suspender's but felt really uncomfortable wearing them at work it was so out of place, but what choice did she have "Slag, get me a coffee." he shouted. Even though Cathy knew they were alone she looked around the office embarrassed as well as scared A moment later she walked into his office and put the coffee on his desk "So my little slapper same old suit I see come round here." Cathy moved round the desk in front of him, "No blouse that's good open it lets have a look at those tit's." red faced and hesitantly she undid the buttons and opened her jacket. He ran his finger's over her nipples and squeezed her tit till she made a pained sound, "Nice." his hand moved on down to the hem of her skirt pulling it up above her waist, "Great, fishnet and sussy's something to look forward to later." he pushed his hand between her legs and forced them apart pushing a finger into her pussy, "I've put a finger up your cunt say thank you slut." She hesitated for a second then "Thank you Mr Heron sir" she hadn't made any move to stop him, she knew it was hopeless, he withdrew his finger and after running it under his nose licked it clean "Please may I say something Mr Heron sir." she said "Try asking again slut whore and remember what you are." he said with a huge smile She waited for a moment containing her anger and then falteringly said "May…. your unworthy…. slut whore…. please speak Mr Heron sir." she said it slowly hardly able to contain her growing anger, not moving to lower her skirt and at the same time concerned that someone might walk in, a stupid worry really as the whole office was visible from here and yet no one could see in because of the reflective glass. "Yes but first suck me off bitch." He slid forward in his chair and unzipped his fly. With an uneasy look at the window she went to her knees "Don't worry were safe." he said, and she heard the click of the lock as he pushed the security button. She took him in her mouth and knowing that the office would soon start to fill went to work on him, sucking him and then flicking her tongue over the head pulling the skin back and lightly using her teeth, she had to make him come quickly so she let out some moaning sound's as well. Whether it was because she had given in or because she was afraid someone would walk in she didn't know but her pussy was getting wet. He soon spurted into her mouth and she cleaned up every drop, making it look like she loved it once she finished cleaning him she stood up "You enjoyed that didn't you." he said She didn't need to think this time she knew what she was supposed to say, her anger was being swallowed up by the feeling of utter defeat, "Yes Mr Heron sir I enjoyed it very much thank you." she replied, his hand went to her pussy, 'fuck she thought I'm still wet' "Yes you did, that's what I like a nice wet cunt, take a seat." he said pointing at the seat opposite him. Cathy went to pull her skirt down "Leave it up bring the chair round here." She moved the chair round to his side of the desk and sat in it. "Now put your legs over the arms, that's it now while you talk to me you can masturbate" Cathy was shocked, her leg's were spread across the arms of the chair so he could see right into her pussy, he could see the juices glistening, but to masturbate this close to him knowing he would smell her cunt and see her juices flowing made her feel ill, but she had no choice, slowly she moved her hand down to her quim running her finger over her clit she felt the juices start to flow, despite herself she started to want it, she even felt that she wanted to come, she started to talk in time with her movement. "As your most humble and unworthy slave Mr Heron sir my only wish is to please you in every way and yet my financial condition at this time will not allow me to adhere to your required dress code sir." "Hmmm" he said "Well I suppose it is the place of every slave owner to supply the required clothing, Lets see, yes, if you come I will see what I can do, no orgasm no payment for the whore, that seem fare to you." Suddenly the phone rang Cathy panicked and looked out of the office window people had started to arrive, he picked up the phone "I didn't say stop bitch, hello, Mr Arnold good morning no I was speaking to Cathy yes she is doing very well, yes of course you can." He put his hand over the mouthpiece and said, "He wants to say good morning but you don't stop." He held the phone to her ear taking the opportunity to play with her tit with his free hand pinching her nipple hard as she spoke "Morning Mr Albert how are you, oh yes I have .. a slight cold nothing serious… yes we get on very well he can be a bit of a slave driver at times but you know me anything to please…. hmnnnn.. Yes good bye." He smiled at her little joke which for some stupid reason pleased her, he moved the phone down to her pussy and pushed it in making her gasp, he was rough and obviously enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure on her face pulling the phone out he said "Yes Mr Arnold sorry I got distracted thought I saw a pussy… cat on the sill…. Yes of course later then bye." The thought of having Mr Arnold phone fucking her and the possibility of anyone walking in was too much for Cathy and as much as she hated it, as much as she hated what he was doing to her she started to come, "No! not yet don't stop but don't come, first you will tell me who and what you are what your new purpose in life is and then you will beg my permission to come, if you do it correctly I may allow it." he said as he sat back in his chair sneering at her and enjoying the power he had over her. "Hnnnn, I am your slut your whore your slave, both sex and otherwise to do your bidding," she said fighting to hold back her orgasm, "my soul purpose is to please you to fuck you and anyone you tell me to, I must please them and you whenever and however you say, the only enjoyment in my life is the enjoyment I give you, please please Mr Heron sir please can I come now if it pleases you sir." "Well done slapper now you really know your place you can stop you will not come, not yet, it's time to get to work so stop now and we will sort something out about your uniform in the meantime here's £20 for the blow job" and with that he pushed the note into her wet throbbing cunt almost making her come. "Now you're a real prostitute say thank you whore." he said Cathy was almost in tears, "Thank you Mr Heron sir, for the money it is very generous of you." she took the note and stood up, shaking violently she dressed and turning to him said "Please may I leave now Mr Heron sir." "Yes Cathy we will catch up on thing's later and no private finger fuck's ok." he laughed He and Cathy had adjoining office's so she went through the joining door to her own office and was thankful that the main door was closed, she dropped into her chair and taking a deep breath pulled herself together, at least as much as her throbbing cunt would allow it. She got up and went down the hall to the toilets, both to pee, which proved quite painful, and to clean herself up, she thought 'why am I not in tears after what he has done' but the answer was simple what was the point it wouldn't stop him. Once she had cleaned herself up she went back to her office in a much better mood than she thought possible everything considered. Her whole life had changed in such a short period of time, she remembered that movie the minute Ted put it on, she had been so ashamed that she had quit the party scene and became an academic, and to everyone's surprise she had gained her degree, from that time till this she had been a business woman first and foremost, none of her ex boyfriends had ever seen that side of her even Rob had only seen a woman with a normal sexual appetite. Now her ghost had returned to haunt her and she would have to live with it or lose everything. Cathy Ch. 01 Denise, one of her closest friends commented on the lack of her usual blouse but Cathy just said that she had been passed over for promotion and had decided to change her look a little, or maybe a lot depending on the reaction she got, Denise said that it was time Cathy let go a little as she had such a great body it was a shame to keep it wrapped in business suit's all the time. Cathy didn't see Ted for the rest of the day, which in some way disappointed her but in another made her happy, when she was away from him she was almost her usual self confident and domineering, she could hate him and feel physically sick at what she was doing, but as soon as she was near him that all fell away and once again she became the slave, but at least she could still do her job properly and she didn't believe he would put that under threat, and she now knew he would never let her leave That evening she got a call from him, she was to meet him in the suite before she went up to the office the following morning, so that's what she did, no fears no worries just obeyed him without question, he was waiting for her and as she went in he handed her a bag "Put this on" she opened the bag and pulled out a black leather dress, extremely short with an each way zip and very low cut. "You take money for sex so what doe's that make you Cat?" he asked "A whore Mr Heron sir your whore sir." she said making a move to go into the bathroom to change, she had never even thought of going to the bedroom the thought of that room made her feel sick even though she had never been in it. "Here," he said, "change out here you have nothing to hide from me, I own you." She stripped off her work clothes, naked except for stocking's she pulled the dress on, it was a very tight fit but she believed that was the idea, "Yes I knew it would fit, clothing fit for a whore." he pulled the top zip down a little and the bottom zip up so that her tit's were almost falling out and her pussy was barley covered "Ok whore walk the walk show me how you work the street's." It had been many years since Cathy had consciously walked with hips swinging and it took a full circle round the room till she got it right, she exaggerated every move. "Good! now you have some early morning work, take the lift to the work area on the top floor there is an electrician up there on his own, he is expecting me to go up but he is going to get you, you are a whore, so go and earn some money, the more you get the less you will owe me for that dress and remember be nice at all time's whatever happens and however you may feel you will be nice to him, you may need him in the future, when your done come back." The thought of actually prostituting herself for money was almost too much, her stomach churned and she nearly lost her breakfast "Yes Mr Heron sir as you wish." she said. As the lift went up all she could think of was what the guy looked like, if he was at least nice looking it would help otherwise she didn't know if she could go through with it, but then it dawned on her that she didn't have a choice, did she. The lift stopped and she stepped out, she could here noise to the right so she went that way, she had one hand on her hip and she swayed those buttock's like her life depended on it, which in fact it probably did, as she turned a corner she saw him and had to stop to keep her breakfast in, he was gross, dressed in short's no top even at this hour of the morning it looked like he hadn't seen water for a year, a huge fat ugly slob, and that was the test, Heron knew if she did this she would do anything he ordered her to. She walked over to him and in her tartiest voice said "Ello darlin lookin for a posh geezer told me to meet him ere aint seen im have ya." The mans eye's were sitting on his chin his bottom lip was quivering and his dick was twitching at the sight of her, "Err narr he rang an said he was busy and that he'd ring ya, anyfin I can do like." he drooled. "Oh fuck me, I come all the fuckin way up here and he drop's out." she said, walking over to fatty, close enough to smell his filth "and what do you fink you can do for me then darlin eh." she ran her hand up his chest and his erection was now too much for him to hide, "What would you like then babe come on don't be shy this aint is it." and with that she brushed his throbbing dick. He jumped back "Ahh ahhh I dunno er ope you don't mind but like ow much you know, yeah ow much." he stammered She was leaning on him now blowing in his ear as she whispered, "Well you can have everything for say £50 hand job bj and a really good fuck whada you say darlin could you manage half an hour with me hmm could you, do you wanna." she said, like she had been saying it for years, 'God what the hell am I doing she thought I am playing this guy and loving it, all I need to do is strip and say fuck me, she stepped back and waited for him to stop stammering. "I got £50 how do I know you wont run as soon as you get me dough." he said She unzipped the dress and opened it up for him to gaze, "Gimme me the cash and I lose the dress, cant go anywhere naked now can I lover and then I am all yours for 30 minute's do whatever you want." she said smiling He reached into his pants and pulled out a wad of notes and handed her a £50 pound note, she put it in the dress and then let the dress drop to the floor. He dropped his shorts and before he could say anything she dropped to her knee's "Come on then babe let me taste it." she said with a smile, he guided his erection into her waiting mouth, his breathing was out of control, with his hand on her head he thrust deep into her throat his smell made her gag and if her throat hadn't been blocked she would have vomited, with his second thrust he shot his load deep down her throat, she was sure he was trying to choke her to death, he thrust again and this time he went passed her throat and into her gullet pushing it in even further, she almost blacked out. As he withdrew she gasped mouthfuls of air, coughing and spluttering she felt herself being picked up and thrown over a table or something hard and then she felt his prick brushing her arse, "Noo!" she cried, too late, he rammed it as far up her bum crack as it would go tearing her inside's, even though she was struggling to breath and trying to fight him off he wouldn't stop, he just kept shagging her arse as hard as he could and then he started to slow down, she thought he had come but didn't know for sure and really didn't care she was in more pain than she had ever been before, finally he slid to the floor. She stood up and saw that she was covered in cement dust from the stack of bag's he had used, she staggered to where she had left her dress and put it back on, doing her best to look natural she said "Wow you're a hell of a good fuck babe I'll have to come here again soon." and then she turned and went back down in the lift. 'why did she say that' she thought to herself, Heron wouldn't have known if she was nice or not, she had the money, yes but she had to obey order's didn't she and then she was sick, throwing up in the lift just as it came to a stop, as the door opened she was on her knee's crying and gagging on her vomit. "Nice fuck Cat, look's real good on cam, now you better get cleaned up and get to work." he said. She fell out of the lift as he got in it, as the lift door closed she could see the big screen TV, it was her on the roof sucking the fat slob's dick the bastard had put a cam up there, she curled in a ball and cried her heart out, now he knew, he knew she was his she would do anything he said with anyone and she would do it well, whatever it was she would do it. She didn't know how long she lay there but eventually she got up and had a hot salt bath, she soaked for nearly an hour and then got dressed, after a quick drink she put the dress back in the bag and went up to work. She went to his office and knocked on the door, at his command she entered "Excuse me Mr Heron sir, what would you like me to do with the dress sir." she said. "Keep it, how much did your john pay then to fuck your arse, I must say you did look good with that fat gut smothering you face, I bet you loved it didn't you slag." he said She handed over her earning's "He gave me £50 Mr Heron sir," she replied, "and it was very kind of you to give me the opportunity to repay you in this way, I had a lot of fun pleasing you like that sir" He tore the money up into little pieces as he said, "Yes I could see, well time for work I think Cathy." as she went to leave his office he added "Oh by the way if I ever call you Cat wherever it maybe you will instantly become the slapper that we both know you to be ok." "Yes Mr Heron sir as you wish." she said, and that's the truth as he wished when he wished. But only her body never her mind. Cathy Ch. 01 Caty and her boyfriend were lying on a blanket in the park, it was a warm afternoon and they were taking a break from their studies. She didn't quite know why, but she had been very horny lately, masturbating at least five times a day and fucking her boyfriend as often as she could. Ever since the activities with her professors and the outright orgy at the secluded house, she couldn't seem to get enough sex, she was sure that even though she had passed his class, they would all fuck her any time she wanted, but she was trying to be true to her boyfriend. There were people around, but his hand was on her small, pert tits and he worked at them until her nipples were rock hard. He was partially on top of her and this hid his other hand which was between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy through her pants, she wanted to fuck him right now, she didn't care who watched, but he wouldn't do it and as much as she begged him to take her back to their apartment and fuck her, he didn't get up, he just kept feeling her and pushing her towards a climax. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh and she rubbed her body up and down on it, her orgasm was closing fast, though she would have preferred his cock in her when she came, her body was not going to be denied an orgasm due to details, she shuddered as it hit, his mouth covering hers muted her moans. Afterwards, they lay back, hugging each other, "Hello," a man's voice said and they looked up at him, he appeared to be around 50 and in relatively good shape, there was a woman with him, also in good shape, but about 10 years younger. "My wife and I couldn't help but notice that you two seem uncomfortable here on the ground. We have a place near here and would be happy if you would come to our home, there is drink and it is much more comfortable, besides, we love company." Caty looked the two of them over, they were not a bad looking couple, she heard her boyfriend agree and he got up, offering his hand to help her to her feet, they grabbed the blanket and padded off after their newfound friends. Their home was very nice, it overlooked the lake and was well furnished, the woman offered drinks, everyone accepted and they sat in the living room in front of a big screen television, chatting. Caty didn't notice at first, but the woman kept hanging around her boyfriend, touching him at every opportunity, while the man seemed to be doing the same to her. They suggested a movie, Caty and her boyfriend agreed and the man set it up, while his wife sat next to Caty's boyfriend. After the movie was in the machine, the man grabbed the remote and sat next to Caty, hitting the play button, at first she was hesitant as the porno film started, afraid that it would embarrass her. They had watched many porno films, but not in the company of strangers, always just the two of them. The film started with an older man picking up a young girl from school, she had on a school uniform, plaid skirt, knee socks, white blouse and you could catch glimpses of the girl's white panties. As they rode home, the man put his hand on her leg and started to move under the plaid skirt, you could see anticipation in the girl's eyes, then it cut to the man's hand playing with her mound, tracing her slit with his finger through the panties, her skirt now bunched at her waist. The man pulled the car over and unzipped his trousers, pulling his delightfully long cock out and stroking it, Caty could feel herself getting wet and now she noticed that a hand was tracing her own nipple and it wasn't her boyfriend's hand. The man in the movie drew the girl's head into his lap and Caty shuddered as the girl's mouth captured the head of the man's cock and began to suck it, the man's fingers drew the gusset of her panties to the side and a finger slid in, while the girl took more of his cock into her mouth. Caty noticed that the hand was now under her shirt and playing with her tits, she looked to see if her boyfriend had noticed and saw that the man's wife had his cock out and was sucking it, while he gently moved her head. Seeing the girl on the tv sucking cock, while her own boyfriend was getting his sucked by the man's wife made her shudder, but she realized she was shuddering from the man's touches on her own body. Caty could hear her boyfrind moaning as the man's wife took his cock all the way into her mouth and her husband now had a hand between Caty's legs, the familiar feelings of the park returned, instinctively, she reached for the man's crotch and was surprised to feel such a huge cock there, growing at her touch. The man pulled his hands from her and opened his pants, freeing his cock and guiding her hand back to hold the firm flesh, she jacked it up and down, relishing the texture of it, secretly wanting it inside of her. She looked back and her boyfriend and the man's wife were now naked, lying on the floor as the man's wife straddled him and was guiding his cock to her waiting pussy, she engulfed him, lowering herself onto him and moaning as he filled her, Caty noticed the woman's large, firm tits and the look of pleasure on her face as her boyfriend's cock disappeared inside of her. Her hand jacked the large cock in it and she felt a hand pulling her top up, her grip was broken as the top was pulled off of her head and discarded, her hand was drawn back to the pulsing flesh between the man's legs, he raised up and slid his pants and shorts off and she had access to all of his cock now. He played with her tits, now that she was naked from the waist up, her nipples felt so hard that they could have cut glass and the hot cock in her hand was oozing precum, lubricating her up and down hand movements. She could hear moans from her boyfriend and the man's wife, she looked to see the woman's large tits bouncing as she bottomed out on her boyfriend's cock, she realized how wet she was herself. A hand was pulling her head towards the big cock, she pulled back, not wanting to go, but the hand was insistent and she soon found herself with the cock staring her in the face. Again, she tried to pull back, but her head was pushed and precum coated her lips, she instinctively licked them, tasting the saltiness, "Suck it, my sweet. It longs to feel your mouth around it," she turned partially, seeking help from her boyfriend, but he was lost in the bliss of his fucking, the woman's tits were bouncing obscenely now as her pace had increased. "They are lost in their own excursion, please suck my cock, it needs your mouth badly," he wasn't about to take no for an answer, so Caty opened her mouth and took him inside, her lips closed around the massive hard cock and she sucked. As much as she had not wanted to suck him, her mind reeled at the texture and taste of his large organ, pulsing in her mouth as she sucked, he kept urging her head down, forcing her to take more of it, until she thought she would gag. He now used a hand on either side of her head as he fucked her mouth, each time his cock going deeper, she tried to relax to alleviate the feeling of gagging, his cock burst into her throat and she winced, but he kept up his fucking motion, she could hear his wife screaming out her orgasm in the background, her mouth full of this man's cock. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling his cock twitching, knowing that her throat would soon be deluged with cum, he suddenly forced her head down as she felt his cum shoot directly into her throat, it was hot and felt like it was burning as it slid down towards her stomach. He pulled her head up, his cock exiting with a plop, she turned to see her boyfriend's face contorted as he let fly with his own orgasm, filling the woman with his seed. She looked at the screen, the old man and the school girl were home now and he had her bent over a chair as he fucked her roughly, her skirt on her back, her blouse open as the man mauled her tits while he fucked her. She turned back to see that the woman's husband was now completely naked and he stood Caty up and peeled her own pants and panties off, she stepped out of them and the man led her to the arm of the sofa, mimicking the scene on the screen as he bent her over it and pushed her legs apart, she was so hot now, she didn't resist as she stared at the man's cock, hard once more, she wanted to feel it in her. It felt like a hot poker when he slid it inside of her, it spread her open and she gasped at the size, little did she know that he had other plans for it and her pussy was only a means of lubrication. She had gotten a fair share of cocks in her ass while dealing with the professor and his friends, but this was a much larger one than she had ever experienced, she shuddered when he withdrew from her pussy and had it poised at her anus, his hands moved to spread her cheeks as his hips eased forward. She yelped as the head popped through her outer ring, then he fed her the rest, not even allowing her time to adjust, it felt like the red hot poker was taking the walls of her ass inward with it, she grimaced and cried out at his size. It had felt wonderful in her stoked up pussy, but it would take a lot of getting used to in her ass, he fucked her not caring, he loved her tightness. She had heard the man's wife begging him to fuck her in the ass, but now the pain had tuned out any other sounds in the room as her mind concentrated on her ass being skewered. She fought to relax, because when she did, it wasn't so bad having the big cock in her ass, but he was speeding up now, he no doubt was getting off on her tightness and how her ass clung to him. Just when she thought she was finally used to it, it began to swell with his impending orgasm, she could feel each vein as he pummeled her ass, then he exploded, his groans filled the room as she felt his hot cum coat her insides. Just as he calmed down and rested on her back, the girl and man in the movie came together and her boyfriend filled the wife's ass with his load, the whole room wreaked of the smell of sex. When he pulled out of her, she could feel her ass gapped open and his cum trickle down her thighs, she couldn't even stand up, she was so weak. He slapped her ass cheek just before he moved around her to sit on the sofa, "That was the best ass I've had in years, Honey. You are a piece of work, I might have to have that again," the thought made her cringe, she hoped that he would take her pussy instead. When she could finally stand, she saw that the man's wife was once again sucking her boyfriend and her husband was watching the porno, the girl was now on all fours while the older guy drove into her, it was getting him hard and she wondered how long it would be before he was in her again. She hoped he didn't want another blow job, she hated a cock in her mouth after it had been in her ass, but she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, he was stroking it now, as the man on the tape plowed into the young schoolgirl. He motioned for Caty to get on her knees between his legs, she knew she had no choice, but the sounds of her boyfriend and his wife having sex and the porno were exciting her, so she sank to her knees and engulfed his huge prick as she drove the thoughts of where it had been recently out of her mind, it was a beautiful cock after all and it did feel really good in her mouth. She was deepthroating him again and she heard her boyfriend moan out another orgasm in unison with the man's wife, she lost herself in the blowjob at hand, feeling the texture of his cock as it kept entering her throat. She grabbed his scrotum and felt the large balls, rolling them in her hand as she swallowed his cock, one hand went to her clit as she rubbed it furiously, she was close to cumming. He pushed her off him and spun her around until she was on all fours, then he drove into her, his large ball sac striking her clit as he drove the huge cock in her pussy, it set her off and she was cumming, her pussy squeezing his cock and he came as well, she felt jet after jet of his hot cum fill her, lengthening her own orgasm. She looked up to see her boyfriend and the man's wife watching them fuck, the sounds of his body slapping hers as well as the squishy sounds of her wet pussy pushed her into another orgasm, she collapsed on the floor, spent and he fell on her back, his big deflating cock dribbling the last of its cum on her thigh. She and her boyfriend hardly spoke on the way home, she needed a shower badly and her ass still hurt, it was unspoken, but she knew they would visit this couple again. Cathy Ch. 02 Continues the story of 'Cathy'. I don't really think the characters and plot make sense unless you have read the first part. I really welcome feedback and suggestions; and voting, of course. Sitting on the train, Cathy tried to ignore her worries about the future. She was happy, gloriously happy, to dwell on the past. How David, tall, dark handsome David, her friend... now her lover, had fulfilled her fantasies. Her wildest dreams had not prepared her for the sensual pleasure of making love for the first time. After six months of waiting and hoping, her 'big brother' had been so understanding, not laughing at her stupidity and lack of experience. She wished that every girl could find someone as sensitive and passionate to lead them to womanhood. She wanted to relive every moment; from the first tentative touch in the bar to the final time his seed erupted into her depths, before they fell asleep. Then she remembered the aching loss when he had not been there in the morning. The enigmatic note that said everything and nothing; gave her hope and despair. "What happens now?" thought the tall, dark haired girl as she stretched her long, slender legs in front of her train seat. "Do I just go into the office and carry on as before, pretend nothing has happened?" She knew it was impossible. It's a bit difficult keeping the same relationship with one of your bosses when, the night before, he had his face between your naked thighs, licking your pussy, and had fucked you three times. That sort of changes life pretty fundamentally, whether you like it or not. She promised herself that next time, if there were to be a next time, she wouldn't be such a silly goose; so, so virginal. These hang-ups about being watched undressing, having her breasts and pussy displayed, were stupid. It must be the result of her strict upbringing. Her domineering mother, with her puritanical values, who seemed to think that sex was a mortal sin unless it was for procreation. That flesh should never be on display. Hell, it was a wonder she hadn't spent her adolescence in a burqa. Even though the embarrassment, the humiliation, had aroused her powerfully, it must stop. Yes, next time she would force herself to be more composed; be more dominant...if David wanted there to be a next time. If she still had a job! What David's attitude to her would be, she couldn't guess. Perhaps he would be embarrassed and want to forget anything happened, just a silly mistake brought on by too much wine. Yes, that was probably right. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she envisaged the scene. He would be polite and kind, he always was, but firm. "Look, Cathy, about last night. I know it was very good and we both wanted it but, you do realise, in my, our position, it's just not on. A married partner can't have office affairs so there can't ever be a repeat. You do understand, don't you?" Oh, she forgot! "... but you know I'll still respect you." She didn't want to think about it. She'd much rather hold on to the memory of how her vagina had gripped him as he slid his hard penis in her virgin sheath. The wonderful sensations as he rode her faster and faster until she had exploded in glorious, shattering orgasm. "God, I feel good," she thought, "This sex thing is better than vitamin pills. Why did I wait so long?" The hot damp spot in her crotch cried out for attention. She looked carefully around the carriage. There was no-one sitting anywhere in sight, so she undid the side button of her short skirt and slipped her hand under the waistband. Her hand moved into her panties, through the fine black hair of her mound, until her fingers found her engorged lips. Slipping two fingers inside her pussy, she was amazed how wet she was. All the nerve endings in her swollen sex lips tingled under the gentle ministrations of her thumb. Eyes tightly closed, she tried to bring back the images of last night in the hotel; her excitement and erotic embarrassment. Instead, she saw herself transported back in time to the Orient. She was a newly captured harem girl, being prepared for her new wealthy owner. She had been stripped, bathed and her whole body coated with sweet smelling oils by beautiful, dusky women in the harem. Dressed in a diaphanous white satin shift that barely reaches the tops of her thighs; she stands outside the door, nervously awaiting a summons. The chief eunuch claps his hands and she moves forward in a daze, hands tied behind her back with silken cords. She hears the words of the harem mistress. "Recruits from Europe are always so yielding, my Lord. This is a particularly fine specimen; a virgin, no less. I'm sure she will be satisfactory." Cathy manages to lift her eyes and sees David sitting on a wide leather couch in front of her. He is cloaked in voluminous rich robes, decorated with purple and gold borders. He is smiling. "Satisfactory, you say. Mmm. Let me see for myself." "Of course, my liege." With this, Cathy feels hands at her neck and the two shoulder clasps of the flimsy gown are undone. As the wisp of satin floats to the ground, a burning crimson glow suffuses her face and neck; down to the thrust out swells of her firm breasts. Not only does her enforced nudity in front of this handsome man make her feel uncomfortable; the knowledge of the wanton spectacle she presents excites her. Her smooth olive skin is sleek, shiny, and the black curls of her oiled pubic hair glisten in the light. The women had teased her nipples erect earlier but now they are nubs of marble, revealing her state of arousal. The man beckons her forward and, as she has been ordered, she approaches wordlessly. Instructed to look straight ahead, she can sense hungry eyes devouring her intimacy. She sucks in her breath when hands brusquely squeeze her swollen breasts and her nipples are tweaked quite roughly. A frisson shivers up her spine as David's finger curls in her moist vagina, pulling on her pubic bone to draw her closer. She can feel his hot breath on her belly and tries to control the stirring in her loins. The full taut globes of her bottom are gripped and weighed as if they were ripe fruit on a market stall. She realises that is what she is; sexual merchandise. "Turn around and spread your legs wide apart." The command is firm but the throaty sound of the voice seems to caress her naked flesh. She complies and goose bumps cover her body as she sees the lustful male eyes of his personal amanuensis revelling in her debasement. "Good. Now bend forward as far as you can." She hesitates. This is too much. The chief eunuch is looking anxious, fearful that disobedience will cost him a beating and this makes her certain. She wants to please this man, be owned by this man, and she leans forward as far as her spread legs allow. Already aware of the display she is making of her most secret places, the humiliation is intensified when she is forced to pull her bottom cheeks as widely apart as she can with her wrists tied. The strong smell of her arousal invades her nostrils and she realises the man must also be aware of her female scent. The first touch of his fingers on her puffy, juice coated labia is electric. A fingernail follows, gently tracing from her vagina back through the crease in her ass. She flinches as the nail begins toying with the puckered ring of her anus; her most secret, private place. Completely mortified, she pleads silently, "Not there, oh God, please not there." The fingers continue their devilish exploration and she suddenly realises she is being masturbated for someone else's pleasure with other people watching her debasement. Her gasps and moans, her shivers and the pulsing of her vagina were being drawn from her to excite the man who was playing her body like a virtuoso. The fantasy receded as Cathy felt the heat growing between her legs while she massaged the walls of her vagina. Her thumb sought her clitoris and she started to shake as she rubbed the swollen nub. She closed her eyes, picturing the handsome, dark haired man who had taken her virginity. She remembered the wonderful new feeling of fullness when his hard cock had been deep in her pussy. Desperate for release, she worked her clitoris harder and harder until she groaned as strong waves of orgasm flooded her body and she slumped back in her seat, gasping. "Are you all right, madam?" Cathy nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice. Looking up like a rabbit caught in a headlight, she went scarlet with embarrassment seeing the young, uniformed man standing beside her in the aisle, his hands on the coffee trolley. "It's just, you seemed to be in some distress. Can I help you at all?" Mortified, her face burning and her hand still in her juice filled panties, she could only mutter, "Err, no thanks, it's... it's just cramp." How long had he been standing there? She prayed he hadn't seen too much of her performance. Perhaps he hadn't fully realised what she was doing. From the wide grin on his face as he moved on, Cathy was only too aware that she had made his day. Still smarting from the humiliation on the train, she crept into the office and put her case under the desk while most people were still at lunch, glad of the chance to slip in unnoticed. She needed a couple of minutes to compose herself, before changing her sodden panties. Thank goodness it was Friday and she could soon escape to the quiet sanctuary of her apartment for the weekend. "Hi Cathy, didn't notice you were back." Swivelling on her chair, she saw Karen, one of the partners and an attractive redhead, walking towards her. "It's been terrible. Clifford and I have been completely lost without you. And I couldn't find anyone to stand in for you as my squash buddy on Thursday." Although Karen was a good friend, Cathy couldn't face a conversation just then. The sight of the well dressed, attractive woman made her more uncomfortable and ashamed about the sticky mess between her thighs. Karen would never be caught masturbating on a train or have to sit in the office in damp panties, she knew. She was much too classy. Cathy had always been envious of her boss's natural elegance and stylish clothes sense. As she'd often seen in the sports changing room, even Karen's underwear was refined and sexy; a far cry from Cathy's simple bras and panties. How she wished she had the courage to be bolder. "How was the course, did you meet any interesting people?" "The course was really first rate, Karen, I learnt a lot. More than you could say for most of the people though, boring as hell mainly." "Oh well, if you will mix with stuffy legal types. Anyway, I thought David was down there yesterday? He's not boring, surely?" "No, no, of course not. It was a relief to have a friendly face to talk to," said Cathy a bit too curtly. And a friendly cock to fuck her! She hoped Karen couldn't read the guilt on her face. A sudden image flashed through her mind; of David standing naked by her bed, his rigid penis towering over her face like a weapon. She shivered. Karen said laughingly, "Well, I hope you were a good girl and didn't try to seduce him, what with the two of you staying in a smart hotel together. You know how boys like to misbehave." Cathy felt her face flush and was completely at a loss for words. Luckily, she was rescued as the subject of their conversation appeared. "What's this," said David with a cheerful grin, "Mothers' meeting? No work to do, you pair? I thought you had to get the French draft contract off tonight Karen?" Karen raised her light green eyes to the ceiling and smiled. "Yes, yes, you're right, as always! I'm really pushed, I must dash. "Catch you later, guys," she called over her shoulder, already on the way back to her office. David and Cathy looked at each other, each trying to find words to say; neither seemed to want to break the silence. Finally David took a deep breath. "Look, Cathy, about last night. I know it was –" "Don't say anything David; I think I know what you were going to say. There's no need. Just leave me alone, I've got a heap of things to catch up on." Cathy was on the verge of tears. She felt sordid and abused. Sitting in her wet panties, with her debauched performance on the train etched in her mind, David was now completing her misery. "Would you do me just one favour though. Would you give me a lift home tonight? My suitcase is a bit heavy and I don't want to have to drag it through all the rush hour commuters." Clearly confused by the girl's reaction, David was a bit hesitant. "Yeah, yeah, of course, sure. It'll give us a proper chance to talk. "Oh, by the way, this time will you show me your apartment. All the times before when I've given you a lift, you've never let me see inside." Before the enormity of what he had said had sunk in, he was off, with just a slight touch on her shoulder that burnt into the young woman's skin. Cathy thought the world was going crazy. She'd just stopped him giving her the brush-off speech, hadn't she? Or had she? If so, he wouldn't have said what he just said, surely. But it was so peculiar! He must have been joking. He couldn't want to see her apartment if he was desperate to draw a line under last night. No, she finally convinced herself, it was his way of letting her know that last night was a bit more than a one-night stand. Relieved and happy, she started sorting the mass of paper that had accumulated on her desk while she was away. She could face the drudgery with a much lighter heart knowing now that David wanted to see her again. If he wanted to see her apartment, she mused, perhaps he also wanted to repeat – Pleasant daydreams were interrupted by the feeling at the top of her thighs. She couldn't stay in these panties any longer. She had to clean herself up and change her underwear. Then the telephone rang. "Cathy!" "Oh! Hi, David," Cathy almost trilled, "What can I do for you?" "Have you got the Maxwell file?" "Yes, I was just updating the billing details. D'you need it?" "Yes please, and, err, by the way, I've decided what your taxi ride tonight will cost you." David's tone was light almost laughing, but Cathy suddenly had a premonition of danger. "You mean you expect me to pay?" she exclaimed with shock and self-righteous indignation. Still soft, but with a wicked chuckle, David replied instantly. "No, no, of course not, not in that way. I just need something to remind me not to forget to pick you up; a kind of aide-memoire." "What?" Cathy was mystified and a bit concerned. "I want you to take off your panties and give them to me. I'll be waiting for you, bye." Cathy was speechless and the phone went dead before she could think of a reply. "God, he's asking far too much," she told herself. On any day it would be more than she could do to hand someone a pair of her clean panties, never mind worn ones. But today! After masturbating on the train, she knew what a terrible state her underwear was in. Sitting at her desk she could feel the still wet, sticky crotch. The whole idea was highly embarrassing but, the tingle between her legs told her, also terribly exciting. Minutes passed and Cathy was panicking. She couldn't possibly do as he asked but, if she didn't, he'd think she didn't want him. Perhaps she could go and appeal to him, tell him how much she cared but beg him not to force her to do this. No, she wasn't going to plead with any man to be allowed to keep her underwear on. Anyway, it wouldn't work, she knew in her heart. She knew him too well. He would tease her unmercifully. Suddenly it struck her! Yes, it would still be difficult but she thought she could just about handle it. Bending under her desk, she opened her case and rummaged through her clothes. Finally she found what she was looking for, a pair of panties she'd only worn one evening that week. Examining them surreptitiously under the desk, she decided they were probably the best, or rather least worst, option. She bunched them up in her hand under the file so no-one could see what she was carrying, then stood and walked nervously across the floor into David's office and closed the door. Blushing furiously, she strode across to his desk and, wordlessly, placed the file on the desk and dropped the flimsy, pale blue garment on top of it. She cringed with shame as David smiled and stared at the scrap of cotton for a moment. Then he picked it up slowly and held it to his face. Cathy wished the floor would open up and swallow her, it was so excruciating. It was all she could do to stand there and not turn and flee. Yet the heat in her loins told her she wanted this badly. Finally, he spoke softly and tenderly. "Thank you; I know how hard that must have been for you." Cathy began to breathe a sigh of relief; she was going to get away with her deception. "Just one thing though. These don't seem very warm. How do I know these are the panties you were wearing just now?" "I... err..." Cathy just stared at the carpet. "Prove it to me." He had beaten her, she knew it. There were only two options. The most sensible course would be to turn on her heel and flounce out, but she didn't. Blushing but very aroused, she took the hem of her short, black skirt in both hands. She slowly raised it until it bunched at her waist, shamefully exhibiting to him, in the white frame of her garter belt, her panties. Not waiting for him to say anything, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband and wriggled the white silk over her hips, down her legs and stepped out of the garment as gracefully as she could. He held out his hand as she picked up the damp panties and put them in his outstretched palm. "Much better," he sighed, holding the gusset to his face and breathing in the smell of her juices. "I certainly won't forget to take you home now." Utterly shamed but utterly excited, she wanted to creep back to her desk. Cathy tried to reclaim the blue panties from the desk but David stopped her. "Oh no, after your performance, I don't think you can be trusted not to cheat. I'll mind those and I'd better look after your bag to keep you out of temptation." David followed her out of the office and, imagining his eyes glued to her near naked ass, she felt a trickle of moisture on her inner thigh. On auto-pilot, she fished out her suitcase from under the desk and handed it to him. "Good girl. See you later then." The rest of the afternoon was a torment of sensations for Cathy. Just the knowledge of being naked under her skirt seemed to keep her in a constant state of arousal. It was stupid but she kept thinking everyone she met must be aware of her condition. As she walked around she could feel currents of air on her labia, chilling the hot fluids that seemed to be seeping constantly down her legs. Once, chatting in Karen's office, she leapt from her perch on the corner of the desk when she suddenly thought what spectacle she might be showing the pretty redhead. By the time David called to say he would be ready in five minutes, she was emotionally drained. She had been kept on a sexual high for hours and her clitoris was begging for serious attention. Of course, she realised, that had been his intention! He came across to her desk carrying her case and, as she gathered her things together and put on her jacket, he ambled towards the elevator. By the time Cathy caught up with him, he was standing inside holding the doors open for her. As the doors closed, he smiled wickedly and wanted to know how the afternoon had gone. "Why ask?" Cathy exploded, needing to let off her pent up frustrations. "You know damn well what you did to me today. I've not been able to concentrate on anything except 'down there' all afternoon. Even with several trips to the rest room, I'm still very horny and my thighs are drenched. Cathy Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Slave to the Body After the scene with the builder and the way Ted tore up her hard earned money Cathy found it impossible to work, she couldn't concentrate and kept feeling like she was about to throw up. "Are you feeling ok?" Ted asked from the doorway. Cathy jumped, she had her head on her arms and was trying to keep calm, "No, Mr Heron, I feel ill." she said and then accusingly she added "In fact I feel bloody awful." "Well, maybe you should go home." Ted said calmly, "Take a couple of days off and I will see you first thing Thursday ok?" Cathy was shocked, she was expecting to be severely punished for her attitude, not this generosity, "Yes Mr Heron." She said slowly "Thank you." Ted closed the adjoining door and watched as Cathy got herself together, he watched as she walked out of the office and he watched as she entered the lift. 'Maybe I went too far' he thought 'but at least I know she will do whatever I say, I know she's mine to command.' Ted had watched her all the way to the lift not just because he felt a bit guilty about her pain, but also because he couldn't fully understand why she would go that far, ok she could lose her husband even her job, but what she had lost instead was a hell of a lot more, or so it seemed to him, maybe there was more to Cathy's accepting her role than even he realised. There had certainly been a lot of changes in her, she looked great compared with the way she was when he first joined the firm and they made a formidable working team, from the time he had made her walk like a women, a real woman, she had kept those hips swinging, she seemed more sensual when she moved around the office even teasing some of the male staff, knowingly or unknowingly, she had become a real horny woman, and maybe it wasn't all pain for her, just maybe she enjoyed some of it, he would have to find out. Cathy slammed the door behind her, went to the bar and poured herself a large vodka, she drank the whole glass and filled it again taking it and the bottle to the bedroom where she stripped off and ran herself a bath, she could still smell that fat slob on her body, she could still feel him inside her, she had to get clean she had to be rid on his filth. She slid into the scalding hot bath almost crying out with the burning heat, slowly her body acclimatised to the temperature and she allowed herself to soak, her mind wondering over the way her life had changed. Cathy loved her husband with all her heart, but she had to admit that life with him wasn't anything exciting. She didn't want or need excitement, that's why she married him, he was quiet and loving and totally devoted to her but he never disagreed with her, never argued a point with her, he was just there when she needed him, or to be honest he wasn't even there really and maybe that's why she had married him, he was always on a job to some foreign land delivering something or other to god know' as who, being married to Rob had given her a child that she had always wanted but had not really changed her life in any other way. She had been leading a hectic business life before she met Rob and still had that life after they were married, everything had been the same until, Ted, until Mr Heron sir had arrived on the scene. She filled her glass for the third time and drank it down as she thought of the humiliation of that first time, the video had been a real shock but she remembered that night in some detail, her body had ruled her head and she just couldn't get enough, she had tipped over the edge of reason and let her body take control. She had always enjoyed sex and she had always been willing to experiment, in fact she tried just about everything and everyone that came along, she just loved the feel of flesh on flesh the feeling's of passion as they rose in her and the explosion of orgasm, the sense of power as she took a man and drove him wild, the hunt when she set her sight's on someone and then the conquest, or when she knew someone wanted her how she would make them run around for her teasing them until they were almost insane and then giving them nothing, or everything depending on her mood, god she missed those..... "Oh fuck!" she said, to nobody, "What the fuck am I doing, I'm getting wet, I'm turning myself on thinking about....then....that....oh shit!" She put the bottle down and jumped out of the bath, wrapping a towel around her self and grabbing the bottle she went and sat in front of the mirror. This was what she called her sort it out place, she would sit in front of the mirror and argue a point with her reflection, her good versus her evil. "What the fuck are you doing?" she said out loud. "Me?" the voice in her head replied "I'm not doing anything, just watching you squirm." "But I don't want any of this" "No?" the voice questioned accusingly "Then why have you put up with it, why not report him for rape or discrimination, why don't you scream when he fuck's you in his office when the other staff could come and help you, why is your pussy wet at the thought of it" "No, no I don't want any of this, I don't. I love Rob, I don't want anyone else" "Sex has nothing to do with love, you may not want sex, but your body doe's. You starved it for so long and now it's free it wants it all, your mind is still locked in a boring marriage but your body wants to be fucked" "No that's not true, I tried to fight him off but I couldn't, I said no but he threatened me threatened my marriage my life, I would lose everything" "Liar" "No it's true, I hate Ted and what he's doing to me, I hate him" "Liar liar liar" "Nooooo" Cathy shouted and threw the bottle at the mirror, missing it by feet as she knew she would. She ran downstairs to get away from the mirror, to get away from what her body was telling her. She grabbed another bottle of vodka and opened it taking a swig from the bottle, pacing up and down she took several more swig's and then ran back upstairs determined to let the reflection know how wrong it was. Pacing in front of the mirror she said, "No your wrong," shaking her finger at her reflection letting the towel drop to the floor "I'll prove it tomorrow when I quit, I will hand in my resignation and that will be that, Ted will be history" still pacing up and down glaring at her reflection. "Go on then, why wait till tomorrow, do it now, go on, you know you cant" Cathy moved over to the phone and grabbed it, but it wouldn't lift off the hook, it was too heavy, In a burst of anger she slammed the phone against the table, "Bastard bastard fucking bastard," she shouted and looked in the mirror "what the fuck have you done to me?" "Come on, it wasn't all bad was it, chatting on the phone with Mr Arnold while he played with your tit and then fucking you with the phone while Mr Arnold was speaking turned you on, you wanted to come but he wouldn't let you, you loved it." Quietly Cathy sank to her knee's "No no no." But the voice wouldn't stop "You wanted to come then and you want to come now don't you?" "No I don't please leave me alone" "Yes you do, look at your tit's, your nipples are throbbing your pussy is wet, feel it, go on, you know you want too, just for a minute." Slowly Cathy's hand drifted downwards over her belly, all the time she was murmuring "No, no I don't want this no." and then down to her pussy "Oh god I'm so wet, ohhh" as her finger slipped inside, her other hand played with her erect nipple. She moved her legs out in front and kept them wide open watching as she masturbated for her reflection. All the time the conversation continued, only now in a different vain. The reflection smile "You fucking love it don't you bitch, go on deeper push it in" "Ohhh!" Cathy moaned "Yes I love it, I love doing it for you, no no I don't know I gotta stop." "No you don't have to stop it's just you and me, go on make it happen you can feel it rising cant you, feel the pleasure in your cunt wanting to get out, you've always loved the orgasm haven't you, you've missed the pain you get from a real orgasm, you love the feeling it gives you, it makes you high, be ready it's coming it's coming it's coming." Cathy was panting heavily now, eye's wide open in anticipation, her body begging for her orgasm, hand thrusting into her sopping wet pussy like a piston while her other hand clawed at her nipple, the need's of her body had taken over now and she was totally lost to the rising climax "Yeah fuck it fuck it fuck it." she cried and grabbing the bottle she used both hands to thrust it deep inside her throbbing hole, she was like an animal, "Yes that's it now now now nowww." and her orgasm rose up from her stomach into her mouth "Arggggggggggggg." and shot out of her cunt, the bottle a blur of motion as it still kept going "Ohh yes yes yes , gotcha now, gotcha, gotcha heh heh gotcha." As though she realised what she had done she screamed, "Noooooooooo." an endless cry at her reflection, hand still pumping "Noooooooooo, nooooooooo." and then she collapsed on the floor exhausted, the bottle spinning away, thumping the floor with her fist's and crying from deep inside, heartbroken at her realisation, the realisation that the slut she used to be had woken up, not in her mind but in her body. She had cut it off many years ago and it had lay dormant till now, she knew she had to fight it off. The question was, which one would win the battle, body or mind. Sometime later she must have dragged herself to bed, she didn't' remember, she just woke up naked on the bed the following morning, she was still exhausted and her legs were sticky with a mix of vodka and sex, she flopped her head on the pillow and burst out crying. She cried for what seemed like hour's before she got up and with tears still running down her face stepped into the shower, she washed herself down and then stood under the hot spray letting it run over her face and down her body, keeping her mind a blank, giving herself a time out, she needed to be calm before she went back into the bedroom, before she faced her reflection again, she was determined that her evil side would not have it all her own way. When she felt ready she walked back into the bedroom and stood naked in front of the mirror. "Yes I did want to come, and that wasn't the only time either. It's been so long since I had a real orgasm, I love Rob with all my heart but he isn't the perfect lover." "And?" her reflection prompted Cathy said nothing just stared. "And" the reflection said again, "You feel different don't you, you feel sexy don't you? For the first time in ages you feel like a woman" "Bitch!" Cathy said "Yes I feel sexy, I feel like a woman again, not just a business woman trying to make it but a real woman, yes I have noticed the way men look at me now, how they look at my tit's as I walk, I ask myself do they know I have no pant's on, do they want me, and not only the men, all those old feeling's are coming back, but I cant let them rule me, I wont let them rule me, I still have my life to lead, I still have business to do and I'm bloody good at that as well." "Yes but a little feminine teasing now and then wont do any harm," The voice in her head was like a simpering squirm, slowly cajoling her, "a few sexy clothes a comment or a look now and then is ok isn't it, just a look or a smile now and then, and who knows if the time is right and you have to do it to keep Ted happy why not hmmm." "Well we'll see, but no," Cathy said, "feeling feminine is ok I suppose, and nice clothes always make me feel good, but they will have to wait for a while, but yes I suppose I can enjoy some of what is on offer if I have to do it anyway." Once Cathy had reached, what she called, her compromise with her alter ego she felt a lot better, she went through her wardrobe holding clothes against herself trying to find something to match her mood, after a while she realised she didn't have anything to match her new mood and got a little depressed. "Fuck it," she said "One outfit wont do any harm." and with that she slipped on a summer suit and went shopping for an outfit. Cathy had been in several shops and still found nothing she liked, she was walking past one shop and she stopped in her track's. On display in the window was the black leather dress that Ted had made her wear for her whoring with the workman, she instantly got wet, juice running down her leg, "God I looked fucking good in that." she said, and then realising she spoke out loud looked around to make sure she hadn't been over heard. And then it dawned on her why she was having trouble finding something to buy, she was looking at old Cathy, not sexy new Cathy "Well maybe not that daring but it has got to be different from my usual, but something I can wear to work." An hour later she was in her bedroom again standing in front of her alter ego "How about that then bitch?" she said. She stood there waiting for a reply, feeling her eye's run over her body taking in the new Cathy. She was dressed in a short skirt with a 6" split up one side which showed the naked flesh just above white stocking's, if she twisted she could see the suspenders as well, the top was a short jacket, almost bolero but not quite, it was held together with two buttons just below her bust line, the suit was a cerise pink and underneath she had a white blouse of the sheerest chiffon, laces up the side's held it together, low cut and no frills or buttons to spoil the view when she took the jacket off. She could wear the suit with or without the blouse, either way it was a turn on, but without a bra she would have to wear the jacket, but didn't have to wear the blouse, either way she felt really feminine and yes, even sexy. It was a shame she couldn't afford to get more clothes like these but she was happy with her buy and would wear it to work tomorrow, for now she was going to spend the rest of the day with her son, and later she would be with Rob, and she would love him like she had never loved him before. Cathy spent the rest of the day at her mother's with Jordan, she loved these time's with him and it made her realise just how much she missed him. At 6pm she settled him down for the night and then went for a last cup of coffee with her mother, as Cathy sat at the kitchen table her mother put the coffee in front of her "Are you alright my dear" Jane said "You seem a bit, well, a little excited, you've been like it all day." Cathy reached out and touched her mother's hand "I'm fine mum, it's just one of those day's when I realise just how lucky I am, You and dad and Jordan and Rob coming home soon, I'm just happy that's all." "Alright dear, you don't mind me asking though do you, I'm not prying, really." Jane said Cathy smiled "Mum I would be lost without you and dad so you pry as much as you like, but really I'm fine" Jane tapped Cathy's hand "Well you know it's only because we love you that's all" "I know mum and I love you too, so don't worry ok?" Cathy said, "I better be going I want to cook Rob a nice dinner before he gets home, love you" and with that she kissed her mother on the cheek and rushed home. Cathy felt bad lying to her mother, she wasn't cooking anything,, she had ordered in a Chinese and set a bottle of wine to cool. One of the thing's that she and Rob loved most in the world was to sit in front of the fire with a takeaway and a bottle of wine and just enjoy each other's company, and that's what she had planned for this evening, just the two of them together with a romantic takeaway and a bottle of wine, she laughed at her reflection as she passed her alter ego, ok, she thought, not everyone's idea of romance, a take away, but it would do for now. She looked at her watch, "Nearly seven thirty, better run the bath" she said to herself and went upstairs. As the bath was filling up she stripped off and put her bathrobe on, once the bath was full she turned the tap's off and waited for Rob. Half an hour later he walked in and Cathy rushed up to him and gave him a huge passionate kiss before he had even closed the door, "I've run us a bath, the wine is chilling and the food is in the oven, so step this way land et me wash away all your cares." "Now that's what I call a welcome home hun" Rob said as she led him upstairs Once in the bathroom she stripped of his clothes and they both got into the bath, she lay between his leg's and leaned back in his arms. They lay like that for a while and then she sat up and proceeded to wash him all over. This was nothing new, they loved bathing together and always washed each other, spending time on those intimate areas, as a prelude to what was to follow. Wrapped only in towels they ran downstairs, Rob opened the wine and Cathy got the meal, sitting down on the rug in front of the fire they helped themselves from the containers and chatted about what they had been up to since they last saw each other, Cathy of course having her usual boring work load. Once they had finished eating they pushed the containers to one side and Cathy lay back in Rob's arms. After a while she started to run her hands up and down his leg, moving higher and higher. Rob kissed her on the cheek and said "I'm sorry babe, I'm knackered and I have to fly out to Poland tomorrow to pick up a wagon, I'm on the 4am flight from Heathrow" as he said it he slowly pulled away from her "I'll try not to wake you when I leave babe, sorry" "Oh ok," Cathy mumbled, disappointed, "don't worry, sleep tight." she watched him go up the stairs. If he had turned round he would have seen a tear running down her face, but he didn't and as he disappeared more tear's followed, she lay down on the carpet and let the tears flow. "Oh Rob" she said to herself, "What have you done to us, what have you done. One night was all I needed, just one night to love you." She heard him go, she hadn't slept, too many thing's going through her mind, she dozed for a while but not sleep, once he had gone she went up to bed, as she slipped off her bathrobe she looked at the mirror. "I told you," the reflection said, "Boring, and you so wanted to fuck him didn't you, the only one you really want and he turned you down, didn't even get it in your hand did you, boring." "Fuck off!" Cathy said and lay down on the bed, took his warm pillow and snuggled up to it, finally drifting off to sleep. Cathy was woken by the phone ringing as loud as a church bell it seemed, she grabbed the phone and looked at the clock 7am, 'Who the hell' she thought. "Hello." she said sounding half asleep. "Hi Cathy, it's Ted, sorry to ring you so early but I have a meeting today so wont be in the office, We have a meeting at 2pm with old Mr Arnold so thought you might like to have a late start." "Uhh, ohh Ted er Yes ok" Cathy stammered "Great." Ted said " See you at two then." Somewhat surprised Cathy hung up, thankful for some extra sleep but mystified as to why Ted sounded so 'normal', not his usual Mr Heron Sir self. With that thought on her mind she drifted back to sleep. Still a little confused and somewhat deflated by Ted's amiable manner Cathy dressed in her usual work suit. Denise rushed over to her as she entered the office, Denise was Clair's closest friend at work, and Clair had to admit to herself that they had become closer since all this started. Denise was in her 30's and single, it seemed to Cathy that Denise had adopted her as a younger sister, but whatever the reason Cathy liked Denise and welcomed her attentions. "Oh I'm so glad your back." Denise said with a smile, "You had us all worried disappearing like that." "Oh Denise" Cathy laughed, "You're such a fuss pot, I just had a bad stomach and Ted sent me home to recover." "Oh he's so thought full, most men would have made you work anyway" Denise said glancing at Ted's empty office. Cathy Ch. 02 Cathy put on a sarcastic smile, "Yes Denise, he is really kind isn't he." Cathy said "So what's been happening while I've been away." "Oh just the usual." Denise smiled "Ted's been in a meeting all day and we've been holding the fort, no problems to report boss." As she said the last words Denise gave a mock salute. "Ok Denise, I'm not the boss and you know it." Cathy said sharply, then as she realised how sharp she was added "Oh sorry, I know just a joke, forgive me?" The smile came back to Denise's face "Yes of course and sorry I didn't think, me and my big foot" she said and laughed. "Catch you later then" Cathy said and headed for her office. "More time off then Cath" a voice said. Cathy didn't need to look to know it was Danny Reynolds his voice was unmistakable, as was the inference. "Well if you worked half as hard as you should Danny then you may get some time off as well." Cathy said sharply. "Or if I was a woman and had a male boss eh" he said and laughed, the inferece was obvious, but then Cathy expected nothing else from Danny. Cathy and Danny had started working here at the same time, he was certainly more qualified than she was but his attitude was his downfall, he was degrading of any work done by a woman and didn't hide the fact, his comment when Cathy was promoted faster than he was that she used more than work to get where she was, although it annoyed Cathy that he said these thing's she was lucky enough to know that everyone else in the office knew the truth so she ignored him as much as possible. She felt herself getting angry and was going to say something when she was interrupted by Ted. "Afternoon Cathy," he said, "Feeling better I hope, afternoon Danny busy I hope?" Danny flushed a bit "You know me Ted," he said "always at it." "Yes I know you Danny" Ted said and taking Cathy's elbow added "Shall we leave him to his work, Mr Albert will be waiting for us." Cathy let Ted lead her down the hall, she was even more worried now, he was being gentle, not at all abrasive and worse than that he was quiet, no comment's of any kind but he kept hold of her arm all the way to Mr Arnold's office. "He's expecting you" Gemma said, "Go straight in, Hope your feeling better Cathy." "Yes thanks Gem" Cathy said as Ted whisked her through to the other office. "Good afternoon" Mr Arnold said pointing to the seat's in front of his desk "Sit down while I arrange some tea's." As he spoke into the intercom Cathy's mind was on a rampage of worry, what was this meeting about, she hadn't been briefed at all and Mr Arnold was in such a good mood and Ted was in such a strange mood it all made her very edgy. They sat in silence until Gemma handed the teas out and left. "So Cathy," Mr Arnold said, "Feeling better I hope, Ted said it was a stomach bug or something." "Yes Mr Arnold," Cathy said, forcing a smile "Much better thank you," "Good, now to business. You and Ted have been working together for a while now, how do you feel about your position within the company and most importantly working with Ted, is it working do you think." The question shocked her, what should she say, was he testing her,? did he know? She decided to be honest, this was a work related question and he would get a work related answer. "Well I have to admit that I was extremely disappointed when you passed me over for promotion," she said, "but when I reflected on your reasons I had to agree that maybe my performance had dropped slightly, and yes I will admit that I made it a little difficult for Ted when he first started." She took a deep breath before she continued "However, Ted has put some system's into practice that have improved staff performance and he treats the other staff with courtesy and respect, he is certainly knowledgeable about the people he work's with and our field of expertise. Despite my initial misgiving's, on a professional level I believe that Ted and I make a good team. "Good, good" Mr Arnold replied excitedly, "Ted how do you feel thing's have gone, I know we have chatted about it but I would like you to give me your thought's while Cathy is here, I like to be open about these thing's" "Oh yes of course Harold." Ted said, seemingly off guard, "Well as I have said before, Cathy did make thing's very difficult for me in the beginning but I made thing's difficult for her as well. Eventually we seemed to find common ground and started to work together, I find her to be very professional, sometimes a little stuffy although that too is beginning to ware off and she is beginning to relax in her work, but as I said she is very professional, courteous at all time's to staff and clients and very knowledgeable, she has good contacts and make's new client's, or the few we have met, very comfortable and at there ease, and I agree with her that we do make a very good team." "Good!" Harold said, "Now then, Cathy, I have had discussions with Ted and with the board of directors and we are all agreed that your position is no longer viable." Cathy was utterly stunned, "Wha...." she started. But Harold raised his hand and gave her a steely glare. "Listen to what I have to say Cathy don't worry your not getting the sack," Harold said with a smile, "just listen. "I'm sorry Mr Albert" Cathy said, head bowed. "Due to your new position I think it only right that you call me Harold," he said "Now then as of tomorrow you will be Ted's PA and his second in command, no change there I know but you will, for the most part, have the same authority as he doe's, he has the final word but you have the authority. We will need an office manager as well because you and Ted will be spending a lot of time out of the office cultivating new custom, yes I know it sound's like a salesman's job but believe me you will be travelling all over the place and meeting a whole load of prospective clients and the directors and I believe that you two together will be an irresistible force. Are you with me so far" Cathy was flabbergasted, "Promotion?" she said, "I'm being promoted, what travelling." "One thing at a time," Harold said, "Firstly you will have a considerable increase in salary and a wonderful bonus scheme, if you two bring in the work I believe you can you stand to make over £100,000 a year in bonus's alone. Secondly a company car of course, there's the key's it's the Jag in my spot at the moment, had to give it a try didn't I, Thirdly, as you will be travelling a lot you will need a new wardrobe, lot's of summer clothes and all that and you get a large expense account as well, here is a clothing card for your clothes, it doe's Harrods, Debenhams and all those other places and this visa card is your expense account it has a £10,000 limit but it gets paid off each month by the account's department, I think that's it isn't it Ted?" "Yes I think so, except the office manager but I think Cathy and I can deal with that, any question's Cathy" Ted said with a smile Cathy was sitting with her mouth open, "Urm, urm.... Well, you said travelling" Cathy said just to fill in time and not look so stupid. "Yes Ted will give you the details," Harold said, "but I think the first trip is next week, Belgium isn't it Ted or is it Japan next week?" "Belgium Harold, Japan is next month, "Ted said, "I think we better let Cathy acclimatise to thing's for a while and then I can give her the details and answer any questions that will undoubtedly arise." "Yes I think you may be right." Harold said looking at Cathy over the top of his glasses. He stood up and held his hand out towards her, "Congratulation's Cathy and well deserved." Cathy stood up and shook his hand and then Ted's, "Well done Cathy, I'm pleased for you" Ted said "Sorry I couldn't pre-warn you but I was sworn to secrecy." He had steered her towards the door and down the hall before she realised she had left the office, "God I need a drink." She said "Yes well the day is over anyway, let's go over the road and I will get you a brandy to calm your nerves" Ted said. He led her over to the local bar where she flopped into a seat while he got the drink's, "There we are" Ted said, "I got you a double I don't think you will be driving your new car home tonight anyway will you?" "Errr no, I don't think so" she said and then tipped her glass and took a drink of the brandy, shaking as it hit the spot shaking the cobwebs away, she took a deep breath "So what just happened Ted, what's been going on?" "Never mind that right now, just get used to it," Ted said "And by the way dinner is on your expense account tonight, I will pick you up at 7.30 you can ask all your questions then, ok" Still in a state of shock she agreed and finished her drink, "I think I have to go, I'm all mixed up." she said "Ok!" Ted said, and followed her outside, hailing a cab and putting her into it, "I'll call later, bye." Cathy couldn't go straight home, she needed to talk to someone so she went to her mother's. "Cathy!" Jane gasped "What on earth is the matter" As soon as Cathy had knocked on her mum's door she burst into tears, she felt like the little girl she used to be when she had a fight at school or something, "Oh mum" she said and fell into her mother's arms, uncontrollable tears streaming down her face. Jane slowly led her into the kitchen, arms wrapped around this frail child, close to tears herself she said nothing, just let her daughter cry herself out. As the tears started to subside she said, "You sit there and I'll make you a nice cup of tea." Cathy burst out laughing, tears still trickling down her face, "Oh mum, you and your wonder cure" she said, "I'd love a cup of tea." Jane made the tea in silence, she knew her daughter would talk when she was ready, she put the steaming cup on the table and sat down, waiting. "I'm sorry mum." Cathy said, "I didn't mean to worry you." "Well you failed miserably" Jane said with a laugh. "Is it something I can help with." "I've been promoted." Cathy said, "Out of the blue, I've been promoted." "Well that's good isn't it?" Jane asked "It's wonderful" Cathy said, "It was just a total shock after being passed over not so long ago that's all" Cathy went on to tell her mum what the new job entailed, her worries about being away so much and missing Jordan growing up. The benefit's of the increase in salary and the possibility of the excellent bonus, the car, the whole package. Two hour's later Cathy said she had to leave as she was going on a business dinner, Jane walked her to the door and said, "You know that your father and I love you dearly, Jordan is no problem at all in fact he has made such a difference to our lives, we go for walk's together and even go for a drink in the country now and then, thing's that we would never have done without him, so please don't think your taking advantage of us, because if the truth were known it is us who take advantage, you love your work, now you can enjoy it even more" and with that she gave Cathy a kiss on the cheek. "I love you too, and dad, I'll call you ok" Cathy said Jane smiled, "By darling, take care" and watched as her daughter walked away. It had been a long time since she had been this close to her daughter, and for the first time in a long time she felt really happy with her life. As Cathy got to her front door she could hear her phone ringing, she dashed in and grabbed it, putting it to her ear, "Hello!" "Hi Cathy" Ted said "You sound a lot better, just ringing to make sure you hadn't forgotten our dinner date tonight" "Oh god" Cathy gasped "What's the time?" "Don't worry it's only 5.30 but I thought you may have forgotten" Ted said with a laugh, "You seemed a little bit out of it at the office." "Yes sorry Ted" Cathy said, "It was all a bit of a shock, but I just had a long chat with my mum and she calmed me down, I'm feeling much better thank you." "Good then I will see you at 7.30 sharp" Ted said and hung up Suddenly it dawned on Cathy that she had been calling him Ted, not Mr Heron, and he hadn't said a word, no reprimand, no order's nothing, just normal, even worse than that he was still normal, why? Deciding that whatever the reason was she would soon find out she put it to the back of her mind and went for a long soak in the bath, she spent the whole two hour's getting ready and as this was supposed to be a business dinner she put her new suit on, with the blouse. He arrived just after 7.30 in a taxi which took them out into the countryside. For most of the journey Ted gave Cathy the details about her new post, she would accompany Ted on business trip's both in the UK and abroad and at time's she would have to go to meeting's on her own, she carried the full weight of the board with her so any agreement's she made to get clients signed up had to be viable, blah blah blah. Most of it was lost in a cloud of confusion, not business confusion but NICE Ted confusion, but she had to admit the prospect of her new roll excited her. The taxi stopped outside what must at sometime have been a country house. Ted paid the man and led Cathy up the stone steps to the main entrance, as the doorman let them in another man approached and asked for there coats, then pointed them towards the Maitre De', "Good evening Sir, Madam," he said with a nod of his head, "Have you booked a table." Ted smiled back at him "Yes we have, in the name of Ms Winter's." as he gave the name he squeezed Cathy's arm. Cathy was shocked that the booking was in her name but even more shocked that it was booked in her maiden name, but she said nothing just smiled at the Maitre' De, who snapped his finger's for a waiter. The waiter led them to a table at the back of the restaurant and handed them the wine list. "Shall I order the wine?" Ted asked. "Yes please." Cathy replied, still a little dazed at her surrounding's. Once the waiter had brought there wine and taken there order Cathy suddenly felt vulnerable, "What's going on here Ted, why are you being nice to me, Mr Heron Sir!" she said pointedly. Ted laughed "I have to admit that I have been deliberately nice to you Cathy, but thing's haven't changed, well not very much, let me explain." "I wish you would," Cathy said sharply, "because this has been one hell of a confusing day for me, and exhausting as well." "Ok!" Ted said, "Well first off I realise the other day after the builder that I may have gone a little too far, don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it and if the need arises I will do it again, but I needed to know just how far you would go when ordered." "So you've brought me here to pay for my apology I take it" Cathy said. "No, not exactly." Ted said, "Your promotion is a good business move, we do make a good team and I have a lot of contact's in this business that would succumb more to a woman of your skills than if I just approached them on my own, and I don't mean just with your body either, so your promotion is dual purpose, one you get your clothing allowance so you can treat both yourself and me and secondly I get you as a travelling and business companion. And thirdly I suppose you get to keep your new home and your family together." Cathy was bursting to say something but the thought of what Ted might do, or worse still make her do stopped her, she just sat in red faced silence. "Look I'm sorry this isn't the way this evening was supposed to go." Ted said "No!" Cathy blurted, "And just how was Ms Winter's supposed to act this evening then Mr Heron Sir." "The Ms Winter's was a clerical error," Ted said, "Although we knew you were married you hadn't changed your name in your file and we decided that your details could remain as Ms Winter's for expense account's and the other thing's. Look, I chose this restaurant for one simple reason, it's secluded yes but it is also very discrete, this place is neutral ground, No Mr Heron sir or slut, just you and me and people speaking our mind's and being honest, neutral ground Cathy, somewhere you can relax and even have a go at me and I will not hold it against you, somewhere we can talk business or personal, somewhere you can relax as well as me, ok" Cathy thought for a moment and decided she had nothing to lose by believing him, after all he could do anything he wanted with her. After a second she took a deep breath and let forth such a tirade of abuse that even she was surprised. How he had devastated her life and torn her apart, how she felt so ill having done what she had and how frightened she had been of him destroying her life, the trauma he had put her through. The tirade only stopped when the waiter arrived with there starter. Ted had said nothing, he had let her say whatever she wanted letting her anger out would at least get her to relax a little, he hoped. They ate the starter in complete silence. Cathy spent the time calming down, she had to admit that she felt a whole lot better for getting thing's off her chest, but she was still afraid of what he might do. They were half way through there main course, "Fell better now?" Ted asked "Yes, and no" Cathy said, "I'm waiting for you to insult me or worse." "Not here." Ted said with a smile, "I knew you needed to get thing's off your chest, and sooner or later you would have exploded, so I thought that a neutral place made sense if we were to be working closer together in the future, especially as we will be spending a lot of time living together in hotels and foreign clime's." "I hate what you've done to me" Cathy said, "I hate what you've made me do, I hate the fact that I have been made to remember what I used to be like, it makes me ill." "Was it all so bad" Ted said, "was there not even a moment that the old you came to the fore." Cathy almost choked, the very question she had asked herself was being put to her by the very man who would use her and who wanted to awaken the old Cathy. "No!" Cathy lied, "I will never let the old me take control again." "So it's trying then." Ted said Cathy could have kicked herself, "You wont win Ted, ok I can accept this place as neutral ground but you wont let me go will you, you will still abuse me and...." "Oh yes Cathy" Ted said bluntly, "I will still fuck you and use you, and if I need you to fuck a client so we get our bonus at the end of the year then you will fuck him, I didn't get you this post just for your benefit or the companies, I intend to make good use of you, but here in this place you will always be safe, I promise, and I would much rather we got onto some sort of friendly term's instead of constantly fighting." "Friendly terms." Cathy said shocked, "You as good as rape me and then you want to be friends." "Come on Cathy, be honest," Ted said, "you could have stopped it at anytime, you never put up any real fight, and anyway you started being the nasty one as soon as I started working with you, I had to get control somehow didn't I." "Ok so I wasn't very nice, but why like that, you could have sacked me or gone to Harold, but no you had to rape me." "As soon as I saw you in Harold's office I knew your face, it bugged me for ages as to where I knew you from, added to that was the way you treated me and how you put every possible objection in my way. You're a good looking woman Cathy, look at you, look how you've changed since that first time, you look great, you look really sexy and you cant say you don't feel a lot more like a woman than you did before, every time I see you I just want to fuck you, even here when I know I cant, and the more you change the more I want you, I'm not letting that go, the mere knowledge that I own you is a turn on, you were a snooty stuck up bitch that done her best to make my life hell, I just turned the tables, now your mine." Cathy couldn't reply, she couldn't admit that she felt more feminine now than she had ever done, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "You will never own my mind however much you abuse my body." Cathy Ch. 02 "Not all of it no." Ted said with a smile, "But I own part of your mind don't I." "No you don't and you never will" Cathy replied angrily "Ok!" Ted said, "Tell you what I will ask you a series of questions and all you have to do is answer yes or no, but you have to be totally and absolutely honest, what do you say?" They were on their third bottle of wine by now and Cathy felt confident that she could evade any question she didn't want to answer, but just in case, "I reserve the right to pass on any question I don't feel I can answer." "Ok!" Ted said, "But only three passes, are you wearing a bra Cathy nearly choked on her drink, not just the abruptness of the question but the content. Ted handed her his napkin and said, "Could you bring the coffee into the lounge please, and maybe a brandy each as well?" Cathy turned her head to see the waiter standing behind her, "Can I get you anything miss" he said. "No!" Cathy said, "No thank you I'm alright thank you." The waiter moved her chair back as she stood up, and she made the most of the walk to the lavish lounge. Ted led her to a corner area, as with the dinning room it was a secluded spot out of hearing distance of other guest's. Sat As she sat down on the settee Ted sat in an armchair slightly to one side but in front of her, a small table between them. "So!" he said "Are you wearing a bra." She had taken the move as an opportunity to gather herself so this time the question wasn't such a shock, "No!" she said "Ok" Ted said. Then he fired off three question's one after the other "At anytime over the last few week's have you enjoyed being fucked." "Pass" "Do you masturbate" "Pass "Do you enjoy sex with your husband" "Pass" Then a deathly silence. Cathy realised she had been tricked, all her passes had gone now she would have to tell the truth "Well that's three thing's we've established that your mind cant control" Ted said with a laugh. Cathy was still a little bemused at the onslaught of question's, "What" she said "What have we established?" "That there has been at least occasion when you have enjoyed what has been going on, that you masturbate and that sex with your husband isn't all that good." Ted said Cathy could feel her face reddening "How do you come to that conclusion" she said "Simple, you didn't defend anyone of those questions by saying no and you couldn't say yes so therefore you answered them all, now are you wearing pants." "Wha...." "Yes or no" Ted said Cathy took a deep breath "No!" "If you opened that jacket would I be able to see your nipple's" The embarrassment was now complete, "Yes" "Like I said, some of your mind is already mine, do you feel more feminine than before we started all this" "Yes" "Do you feel sexier, more desirable" "Ted please" "You can always say stop, this is neutral ground remember, do you feel sexier" "Yes" "Do you feel more sexually active, or do you want more sex than before" "Ted" Cathy said shocked, "Come on please give me a break." "Ok answer that one and I'll change the subject" he laughed "Yes alright" She said laughing. She surprised herself, she was relaxed, this was the first time since Ted had started working with her she was able to relax with him, must have been the drink she thought. "Are you looking forward to your new job" "Yes" she said, "And no" "Why yes and no surely it's a great opportunity for you" "Yes and you, you know what I mean" "Yes well don't worry about that right now" He waved to the waiter another round of brandy's "Have you signed your card, you'll need it to pay for dinner" "Oh no I haven't I suppose I better." She got the card out and signed it, as the waiter delivered the drink's she put the card on the tray. And could you call a taxi for say about, fifteen minute's please?" Ted asked the waiter. The waiter returned a moment later with the slip for Cathy to sign and said, "Taxi will be waiting outside when your ready sir" "God" Cathy said, "I've just signed away two hundred odd pound's, just for a meal." "Well I know it's expensive but I thought that it made a good place for neutral territory, relaxing and discrete." "Yes it's nice" Cathy said "No pressure, I like that" Ten minute's later they were in the taxi on there way back to Cathy's. As the car pulled up outside Ted said "Sleep well for tomorrow we go clothes shopping." "What do you mean, we?" Cathy said as she got out of the car Ted ignored her and the taxi pulled off leaving Cathy to wonder if she had heard correctly. As she went into her house she reflected on the evening, it wasn't at all what she had expected but the one thing that worried her was her own response to Ted's question, but she was far too tired and relaxed to keep her mind on it so got undressed, fell into bed and went straight to sleep. The following morning she wore her usual clothes to work arriving at her usual time, which surprised her almost as much as the good mood she was in. Ted was in his office working already she poked her head in the door "Good morning Ted" she said Ted smiled got out of his chair and walked towards her "Cathy good morning" he said as his hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair. "Mr Heron Sir, bitch, now suck my fucking prick and suck it fucking good slag." his hand pulled her hair until she was on her knee's in front of him. He had caught her totally off guard, she had given herself a false sense of security, she had fallen into his trap and now she had to pay the price. S Slowly she undid his zip and took out his already erect prick, his precome was already leaking out of the top, she looked at it but couldn't move toward it. She felt her head being pulled until his manhood was pushing against her lip's. "Do it now, or say goodbye to everything, job, husband, family, say goodbye to them all." and with that he showed her a photo of her with the builder, big smile, leather dress and flashing tit's. Nothing had changed, not really, last night was just a dream, she opened her mouth and without thinking about it began to suck him off, the only reason she knew he was about to come was his moan, she prepared herself for the flood and swallowed it without a thought, as he pulled away she stood up and looked at him waiting for further instruction's, her mind totally blank. Ted realised what she was doing, she was shutting herself down from it all, but he couldn't have that, he needed her to know that nothing had changed but he also wanted her complicity, be it genuine or false he didn't care but cut off wasn't part of the package. He pulled up her skirt and leaned her over the desk, roughly spreading her legs. Suddenly he slapped her hard on her right bum cheek, the pain shocked her out of her lethargy, his other hand went to her pussy which wasn't even damp, he slapped her again, she moaned and slapped her again, this time she moved her hips and her head dropped slightly. "You know you want this" he said, as his finger's slid into her increasingly wet hole, "You cant hide it when your cunt drip's it's juice." his finger started working on her bud, while his hand continued to slap her naked buttock's, each slap pushing her onto his finger's. Standing at her side he could easily slap and finger fuck at the same time, he leaned close to her ear and started whispering, "Love it don't you slut, feel it fucking you, just think of all the fun were going to have, all those men your going to fuck for me and when your done with them you get to fuck me, we'll have then queuing up for you think of it all those men looking at you wanting you, just you, cant you see yourself walking round a room of naked men picking the one out that you want fuck, then the following day walking around a strange town almost naked, can you see all those men looking at you wanting you can you see it, can you?" All the time he was slapping her and fingering her, softly whispering in her ear, she moaned he knew she was fighting the answer, he knew her head was fighting her body, he knew he had her, because her body was fucking his finger now all by itself. She was thrusting herself harder than his slap's would have done pushing those finger's ever deeper, moaning loudly her head rolling around, knee's shaking, "Oh yes I can see them, you bastard I can see them all" she moaned "Ah yes now I want them now bastard bastard bastard, Argghhhhh" and then she just went wild head rolling all over the place hip's thrusting forward harder and harder and all the time that cry of orgasm, mixed with bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Finally she flopped across the desk. Ted was hard long before she collapsed but it was only at that point that he decided he had to fuck her, he rammed into her wet hole and started pumping her, she raised up slightly as he entered her but put up no protest, gripping her hip's as hard as he could he yanked her onto him time after time, not caring if she got anything from it or not, "God I'm gonna love fucking you bitch, you got such a great cunt" he said. "Bastard!" she mumbled as she started pushing back on him "You bastard!" "Oh I see the body want another orgasm doe's it feel it coming do you bitch, you fucking whore, you love it don't you slag, say it say how much you love it tell daddy how you love him fucking you bitch tell me" "You bastard, you fucking bastard, no, no don't do this to me daddy don't daddy please don't make me come daddy please you now how much I love it daddy I love you fucking me daddy harder daddy please harder make me come daddy now daddy now daddy oohhhhh yesss daddy now daddy argghhhhh daddyyyyyyy" That was all Ted needed, "You fucking slag bitch ohhh yes it's coming bitch it's gonna fill that cuuuuunt arghhhhh, slag slag slag slag bitch nnnnnnn" and he shot his jism into he sopping cunt, there juices mixing in her canal and becoming one, slowly they both came to a stop, Ted pulled back and Cathy turned round and went to her knee's, taking him in her mouth and cleaning their mixed juices off his softening manhood. "Now tell me you didn't enjoy that then Cat" he said looking down at her. She said nothing just stood up and straightened her clothing, "I'll get some coffee Mr Heron sir." and she shakily walked out of the office. As she stood in the kitchen she got angrier and angrier with herself, she hated what had happened but loved the feeling that ran through her body, the shock of his first assault had totally stunned her, the change from the previous night was total, so now she knew, it was neutral ground, but everywhere else she would be his utility, his toy and she had no doubt that his tail of a queue of men shagging her would be more than possible for him to do, he was a total control freak, and she was too busy fighting herself to be able to fight him. She took the coffee into his office, "So were clothes shopping then Cathy, Harold has given us all day to get you sorted out but there are a couple of thing's you need to do first, sit down please." "Yes Mr Heron Sir." "Right!" Ted said "Firstly I was thinking of promoting Denise to office manager, you now her quite well do you think she could do the job." Cathy was a little shocked, this was 'normal' Ted, Ted the businessman, and yes she saw the point, this was business. "I think Denise would make an excellent manager, she has the trust of the other staff and she is a good worker, she doe's most of the office work anyway now that I spend so much.... time with you." "Good" Ted said "Now what about Danny Reynolds what do you think about him as a colleague." "Honestly?" Cathy asked a little worried that this might be a trap of some kind. "In business Cathy I promise I will always be honest, we must always be honest, we have a lot of money riding on our ability to work together and to bring in the client's so always honesty in business, the rest I leave up to you but I would rather you were honest about everything, even if you don't like it, just don't forget your place where that is concerned." "Danny Reynolds is a male chauvinist pig who need's to be taught a lesson, he's insulting, sexist, lazy and downright crude." "So you'll be happy sacking him then" Ted said. "What! Meee" Cathy blurted. "Yes we will call a meeting this morning and announce Denise's promotion, how much would you like to make Danny boy suffer then" Ted said with a smile. "Him!" Cathy spat out, "I'd like to give him hell, why" "Because I don't like him either, so how about we arrange for you to meet him tonight in the restroom, you can have your fun with him and then you can give him this." and he handed her a letter. "What is it?" she asked "Pay in lieu of notice, he leaves us tonight whatever happens, security have been advised to wait for your call, so do you fancy a little fun with him before you sack him?" "Too right I do, Mr Heron Sir" she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Good, so we'll have our meeting and then you and I will go shopping, get your mind working on some nice sexy outfit's not just for sunny clime's but also for the office, I want you looking horny when your at work and I want you to feel horny as well, after all, at least part of you knows you're a slut don't you Cat?" That slap in the face again, he kept doing it, kept putting her in the place he wanted her, "Yes Mr Heron Sir." The meeting was called and Ted told the staff about Cathy's promotion, he then handed the meeting over to her, "Denise, I am very happy to tell you that you are the new office manager, and all the other staff will refer to you in all business matter's, if you have any problem's you can call either Ted or myself, Danny I have a few thing's to iron out but I would like to meet up with you later shall we say about four thirty, I should be free by then but whatever do wait for me as it could be very important, ok that's it" Denise was surrounded by everyone, well except Danny who went straight over to Ted "What's this all about then Ted, this meeting thing?" Ted slapped Danny on the back, "Don't worry old boy, I'm sure she will let you know when she's ready." Ted said Getting no joy from Ted, Danny went over to Cathy, "Four thirty you say, anything I should know beforehand do I need to bring anything with me" Danny said Cathy gave a huge smile and led Danny aside from the other's, with sheepish glances into his eye's and a sensual tone in her voice she said, "Well Danny I've been under a lot of pressure lately and I think I might have been a little nasty to you, so I just thought that you and I could maybe get to know each other a little better that's all, I need to see Mr Arnold to finish a few details and I might have something for you ok" The effect was immediate, Dirty Danny thought he was going to get his rock's off, just as Cathy had planned, poor man, poor fool. Cathy went over to Ted and said, "I have to get cleaned up, I wont be long." Ted realised that she must still have his come running down her leg's and said, "Ok I will be in my office, we have all day to fill out your wardrobe so if you have anything you need to do first, you better do it as we wont be back today, ok" A little confused she said, "Ok, five minute's then." As she walked to the ladies she wondered why Ted would go clothes shopping with her, he was a man after all and all men hated clothes shopping with a woman, still maybe he was using it as an excuse to get a day off. After cleaning herself up she went to the mirror to check her makeup, she spotted one of the button's o her jacket was almost hanging off, she undid the other two and had the jacket half off when the door opened and Denise rushed in. "Oh thank you" she said, rushing over to Cathy and throwing her arms round her neck, "Thank you so much." Cathy's naked breast's were rubbing against Denise's rough jumper making the nipple's erect, as Denise stepped back she realised what had happened and said "Oh sorry Cathy, I was just so excited at my promotion I had to thank you." All the time her eye's were on Cathy's erect nipple's. Cathy flushed a little and held her jacket together, "You deserve it" she said, "I know you will do it well." "It's true then," Denise said, "Danny said you didn't wear a bra any more and I called him a liar." Cathy flushed even more and tried to brave it out, "That's not all I don't wear anymore." she said with smile, "All part of the new me." Denise's eye's went wide, "Noooo!" she said, "You mean...." and her eye's moved down. "Well just between you and me, no I don't wear pant's either." she laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment, "And as of next week my whole wardrobe will be changing to suit my new position." "Oh I couldn't be that brave." Denise said shyly, "You at least have nice firm boob's, not small one's like me." "Your not small at all." Cathy said before she could stop herself, "You have a nice body." she added realising too late that she had couldn't take any of it back. She didn't feel easy comparing bodies with Denise or any other woman come to that. It was Denise's turn to go red now, "I would just love to have a body like yours." she said "All the men in the office have been commenting on it lately and even some of the women. I wish I was as brave as you" "Well they've only been commenting since I stopped wearing a bra" Cathy said, feeling a little angry at herself for continuing the subject, "You would have the same effect if you stopped wearing one, anyway I have to go now if you need me I'm on my mobile ok?" with that she left Denise to her thought's. As she walked back to her office she thought that what she had said was actually true, Denise did have a nice body and maybe she would turn head's if she didn't dress so frumpy, she was only thirty something for gods sake. She went into Ted's office and closed the door behind her, Ted was standing at his filing cabinet looking for something. "Right I'm off to buy some clothes Ted I will see you Monday" she said, all jolly. "Not without me your not" Ted said. "Ted I'm quite able to buy my own clothes" Ted swung round and grabbed Cathy by her jacket, pulling her to him till she was an inch from his face, the loose button hit the floor "What the fuck make's you think they will be your clothes, slag" he said and pushed her backwards into a chair, she sat down with a thump. "But, but...." Cathy stammered "Let's get this straight shall we, what are you?" Ted said angrily "Eh! Tell me just what are you?" Cathy was totally deflated, once again he had put her in her place, "I'm a slut Mr Heron sir, your slut." "Exactly." Ted said sitting in his chair, "You came to me and said that you couldn't afford to dress as I required, yes or no?" "Yes Mr Heron sir" Cathy mumbled "Do you have any idea how much money your promotion, the promotion I got you, will increase your salary?" "No Mr Heron sir I haven't had time to check." "Well lets see shall we, you have a new car, £30,000 worth, an increase in salary about another £20,000 per annum and an expense account of up to £120,000 a year, true?" "Yes Mr Heron sir, if you say so" "And then you have a clothing allowance, so that you can dress the way I wont you to dress, as well as company dress, true?" It suddenly dawned on Cathy what this was all about, while she was indeed grateful for the promotion he had engineered it for his own purposes, "Yes Mr Heron sir" "You will be meeting prospective client's using that expense account and that clothing account, and you will do anything and everything to get them to sign a contract with us, and if you have to fuck them to get them to sign you will, for your services you will on average receive a bonus of around "2,000 for your sexual favour's, so what doe's that make you Cat" Cathy Ch. 02 It had been several days since Cathy and her boyfriend had been to the lake house and had swapped partners with Constance and Luther, Cathy was on a holiday from school and her boyfriend was at work when the phone rang, it was Constance, "Cathy, dear, Luther and I wondered if perhaps you would like to come over for a visit. We promise that it will be enjoyable." She felt a slight twinge in her pussy, thinking about how wonderful Luther's big cock had felt in her, she agreed right away and set out for their home, looking for some of the enjoyment she had experienced last time. Since their first visit, she and her boyfriend had experienced numerous orgasms together, her thoughts having been on Luther's large cock whenever she was presented with her boyfriend's. Constance met her at the door and showed her to a bedroom, without any warning, she kissed her, plunging her tongue into her mouth, she didn't want a woman, she wanted Luther, but she didn't want to anger her either, so she returned the kiss and didn't hesitate as Constance moved her hand to her tit and Cathy began to rub it, feeling her nipple harden. Constance broke the kiss and removed her hand, Cathy hoped she wouldn't want more, all she could think of was Luther's cock, Constance pointed to the bed and there was a schoolgirl's outfit, complete right down to the white cotton panties. "That video is Luther's favorite," and she began to strip Cathy, then helped her dress in the schoolgirl outfit, white cotton bra, white cotton panties, kneesocks, plaid skirt and white blouse, then she pulled Cathy's hair into a ponytail and stood back to admire her handiwork. "Honey, you look perfect. I can just see Luther's cock standing at attention when he sees you dressed like this." When she led her into the living room, she saw his reaction, it was enthusiastic, then she saw a fatter, older man in a chair nearby, "This is Olaf, Luther's brother. He wants to watch," Cathy hoped he would not participate, she thought he was kind of gross. Then she saw something that made her cringe, a video camera on a tripod, "Since we're not going to watch a porno, we want to make one," Cathy was uneasy with the idea, but felt like she had no choice. "Come on over and sit by Daddy," Luther said as he patted the sofa next to her and she went and sat, his hand was immediately on her thigh as he worked it up her thigh and under her skirt, Constance was busily filming, "How was school today, Baby?" Cathy hesitated, she was nervous, but Constance kept urging her to get into her role, "It was good.........Daddy," his hand was now on her panty covered mound and she felt the familiar heat inside as he traced her slit with his finger, then pushed just inside, taking the cotton material with it, she gasped at the eroticism of the act. She looked over and Olaf had removed his clothes and was jacking himself as he watched, he had a large cock as well, but she still thought he was gross and hoped he wouldn't get involved. Luther's hand now held the gusset of her white panties aside as he slowly sawed a finger in and out of her wet pussy, she groaned out her pleasure at his touch. His other hand fumbled at the buttons to her blouse, finally exposing her white cotton bra and he lifted the cup off of her tit and dropped his head to suck on it, his other hand relentlessly sawing in and out of her dripping pussy, she threw her head back and let out a loud sigh. Olaf was watching in anticipation, slowly jerking his big cock, watching his brother play with the young girl, hoping for a chance to get some himself, he hadn't had sex in over a year. Luther stopped and slid onto the floor between her legs and gently reached under her skirt and grasped both side of her panties and tugged, she raised her ass to let the panties slide over her hips and he worked them down and off her feet, then he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, it excited them both. He grasped her behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the sofa, then he pushed her skirt up to her waist, his eyes transfixed on her perfect pussy as he continued to sniff the panties, then he dropped them on the floor beside him and pushed her knees apart, gliding his head between them. "Daddy's going to eat his little girl's pussy now," and he ran his tongue the length of her slit, splitting her labia with it. He paused at her clit, sending shivers down her spine as his tongue danced on it, then he worked his way back down to her anus, thrusting his tongue against it and it feel like a jolt of electricity had hit her anus, but she drove it to him, "OHHHH, DADDY!!!!" His thumb rubbed her clit while his tongue expertly pushed at her puckered anus, she felt like she was in heaven, it was odd that her first introduction to anal sex had not been pleasant, but now she loved anything to do with anal sex and she recalled how good his large cock had felt in there on her last visit. Constance had taken the camera from the tripod and was now zooming in on the action as her husband fucked the young girl's ass with his tongue, Cathy no longer noticed the camera or anything else, her mind was filled with the pleasure she both wanted and needed from Luther. After what seemed like hours and numerous orgasms, Luther now stood and helped her get naked, then sat her back on the sofa while he stood before her, "Do you want to taste Daddy's cock?" she reached up and undid his trousers, letting them slide down his legs, then she pushed his shorts down as well, licking her lips as she saw the object of her desire jutting out proudly from between his legs. He took his shirt off, then stepped out of his trousers and shorts, kicking them off to the side, he grasped his hard cock and rubbed it over her lips, "Suck daddy, Baby," and she opened her mouth and he slowly inserted his cock, the feeling was reminiscent of their last encounter and she prepared herself for his deepthroat that would inevitably come before long, she had practiced on her boyfriend, so that she could do it without gagging. Olaf was still busy jacking off, he had incredible staying power, for someone who had gone without sex for so long, but it wasn't totally true, he had jerked off so much, that he was able to resist cumming until he was ready. Constance was also getting very turned on, her own clothes had since been removed and her finger was rubbing her clit as she taped the little porno movie unfolding in front of the camera. Cathy tensed as she felt the huge cock at her throat entrance, but she started swallowing, just like she had practiced and he went into her throat without much effort, she felt so full and he loved the feeling of her tight throat on him, he held it there momentarily, relishing the feeling, before he began to fuck her mouth and throat, his hand grasping her ponytail as he fucked her face. His free hand dropped to her chest, grasping a nipple as he squeezed and pulled at it, it was slightly painful to her, but the pain was soon forgotten as the cock fucked her faster and faster, she felt it began to swell, knowing that he would soon cum, she braced herself to swallow, he had copious cums and she knew it would come soon. Just as she felt he was about to cum, he pulled out and held her head still by her ponytail, she felt the hot bursts of cum coat her face, some went up her nose, some hit her in the eye and the rest saturated her face, she could feel the heat and then the feeling of it dripping across her face, he shoved his cock back in her mouth as she sucked the last bits of cum from it. Shae started to wipe her face, but he stopped her, then moved her to the floor on her back, she looked to see that the monster was hard once more and she knew that she would get fucked again by this tool, her body couldn't wait. He angled his cock at her waiting pussy and she gasped as it broke through her labia and began to sink inside, then she noticed Constance kneeling by her side, she looked to see the camera back on the tripod, filming the whole scene as Constance dropped her head and began to lick her husband's cum from Cathy's face, while her husband worked at filling her pussy delightfully, he began to knead her tits again, but all the feeling coming at once left no room for pain. When Constance had finished cleaning her face of cum, she kissed her deeply, then grasped her ankles and pulled them back, letting her husband go even deeper into Cathy, it brought forth a huge orgasm from Cathy. As she was gasping, Constance lowered a nipple to her mouth, she sucked hungrily, eager to please them both as they pleased her, Luther paused and told Constance to increase the angle as he lined up with her ass and pushed in forcefully, making her gasp around Constance's tit in her mouth, but there was no pain, only intense pleasure. She began a nonstop orgasm that came in waves, sapping her strength from her as he pounded her ass, Constance's tit was still in her mouth, but she was moaning constantly now as her toes curled with one orgasm after another. She felt close to passing out, the session was intense, then she went over the edge one last time as Luther unloaded in her ass, the hot cum bathing her insides and he fell on top of her, his body pressing her ankles to her shoulders as the last of his cum dribbled into her ass and he panted in her ear. Cathy was exhausted, unable to move or speak as she herself lay there panting, she barely felt Luther roll off of her, but Constance kept a grip on her ankles as Olaf climbed between her legs and rammed his large cock into her pussy, it felt even bigger than Luther's as it filled her to almost stretching and he began to rut into her. She was disgusted, but unable to even protest as Olaf continued to fuck her hard, his thrusts raising her ass from the floor while Constance kept a grip on her ankles. Olaf fucked her continuously, her poor body once again succumbing to even more orgasms, she was close to losing consciousness. She vaguely felt empty, then there was the hot streaks of cum coating her stomach and tits, there was a large amount and she vaguely heard Olaf moaning as her body was coated, then he reentered her to deposit the last few spurts. Luther now held the camera, catching his brother's orgasm on tape and then his own wife, as she licked his brother's cum from Cathy's body, she placed her own pussy over Cathy's mouth, but Cathy was near comatose, so she just rubbed it over her mouth as she cleaned up Olaf's cum, even delving into Cathy's pussy with her tongue to get the last bits. Cathy was sore and exhausted from her afternoon of movie making and fucking, Constance helped her dress and Olaf drove her home, she was so afraid he would want to come inside for seconds, but he settled for a blow job in the car outside her building, her heart wasn't in it, but he came quickly and she wiped her mouth as she climbed the steps, she stripped and climbed into the hot shower. Meanwhile, back at the lake house, Luther and Constance were watching Luther's new favorite video tape. Cathy Ch. 02 Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy ch 01" by AntlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the first part first. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right. * Turns out there was no "next day." I returned home from work to find my friend Bill packing a suitcase, as Cathy scurried to help him find things around their apartment next door. "My brother Bud needs help down in San Diego," he explained. "I mean work help. And you know things are tight here right now... he needs the help, and I need the money... works for me!" I watched him throw his suitcase in the back of his worn-out Plymouth Volare... and watched him give Cathy a quick kiss on the cheek before he jumped in and fired the engine. Then he turned to me and said: "...take care of Cathy for me, okay?" and then almost as an afterthought: "Don't worry...I'll be back before you drop the kid!" And with that, he jammed the gas and lamely squealed a bit of tire smoke on his way out the driveway. Cathy and I walked back upstairs to our apartments: she to hers, and I to mine. I didn't see Cathy again for three days. Which was fine. Mixed feelings over mixed drinks, coupled with time, helped me quench the fire from my passions with her of the days before. And I went back to my writing. And things were fine... until... The following Thursday night. I was working late, and frankly had the stereo cranked a notch louder than necessary. In fact, it was only during a quiet passage that I heard her knock on the door. And I opened the door to find Cathy, pushing her way in. I remember the door bumping my forehead as she pushed her way into the room. "Now he says he's going to be gone for 2 months, the SOB!" Cathy whirled and kicked the floor as she continued. "Did you ever believe that shit about going to help his brother in San Diego? I didn't! That SOB!" And with that, she broke into tears, collapsing onto the couch, head in hands... and a genuine awkward pose as she struggled to adjust her legs, splayed to accommodate her swollen belly. I moved to sit next to her on the couch, embracing her, and swiping her long hair away from her face... brushing tears from her cheeks. "He's not even going to be here for the birth of our daughter. He promised. Promised!..." she sobbed, as she turned into my shoulder. We embraced for a long moment. And then I walked over to my desk. Lifting my glass to take a sip of wine, I turned to Cathy. "I am so sorry about your husband Billy... what can I do to help?" And frankly, over the rim of my glass, I drank deeply at the vision of her swollen pregnant form, awaiting her reply. "I know that I turn you on..." she said. "I still turn you on, yes?" "Yes," I replied. "How about now?" she asked, twisting back onto the couch, and pulling the hem of her dress far up above her knees. And then, without breaking eye contact, pulled her dress all the way up over her hips, revealing sheer-white panties. "How about NOW?" she asked again. I could only gape, stammering, looking... and I felt the wine glass nearly fall from my fingers as I set it on the table. "Cathy, what do you have in mind?' I could feel my voice trembling as I drank the vision of the expanse of her thighs... her panties pulled tight against the swell of her belly. "Remember you promised Billy that you would take care of me? I want you to... take care of me. I want to... um, see you play with yourself again. And I want you to watch me while you do it." I remember my voice fading a faint "Okay..." as I watched her stand and remove her panties from under her dress, and then sit back against the corner of the sofa, one leg bent to the back of the cushions, the other swinging lazily off the side. "Do it" she said. "Take your clothes off. Do it." And I did, never breaking eye contact with her as I stripped to naked on the couch, leaning back into the opposite corner. And yes, I was very very hard at this point. We both glanced at my erect member as it twitched in anticipation. "Me first," she said. "You can touch yourself, but I want you to watch me finish myself before you, ... you know ... before you finish, okay?" I nodded my agreement, and then watched as she pulled the straps of her top down off of each shoulder, and then paused to cup her breasts with both hands. "They're so big now..." she said while pulling the last of her dress down to reveal the swollen orbs. I began lazily stroking my cock, knowing that relief was still some minutes away. But the thought of watching Cathy play with herself -- to completion -- was almost more than I could stand. I then watched as Cathy scooted down on the couch, legs spread wide, and stuck her index finger far up inside her slit. "Oohhh..." as she pulled it out, glistening with the slickness that oozed from within her... and then moved her finger up to the nipple of her right breast. I was transfixed as she wetly circled the tip of the nipple with her fingertip. And the nipple standing tight against the circling of her fingertip... began to leak. Even Cathy was surprised: "Oh wow... I'm not due for another three weeks... this is the earliest they've started, I mean, I've started, I mean..." I was still speechless as I watched her wrench thumb and forefinger to twist the swollen nipple and elicit a spray of milk. She was still twisting with the right nipple as I then watched her move her left hand down between her legs, and moisten her other fingers with the juices of her cravings. "Do you think the other one is ready...?" And again, her wet, circling pinch on her left nipple brought a brief spray down onto her thighs. "Oh my gawd Jim, I am... so... so... watch me... " And I did exactly that as she squirmed down flat on the couch, legs splayed wide before my eyes. Both of her hands were now down into her most private spot: one hand frantically circling the top of her slit, and the other frantically pressing fingers deep into her wet folds. "Jim ... I'm so... " And that was it: Cathy went over the edge, twisting wildly into the couch. From what seemed like inches away, I watched her flesh tense, spasm, and pull against her fingers... over and over and over... until with a sigh, she fell limp... and her hands slowly trail away from her swollen center. "Wow." Cathy squirmed to sit upright, her huge belly again straining against her thighs as she moved to lean against me. "Wow, that was ... um, wow. That was wow!" I thought about how to answer, but by then I realized that her head was on my shoulder, and her eyes were fixed on my straining erection, one that was long overdue for release. "It's your turn Jim" she said gently into my ear. "And I get to watch you... do it. Do it now for me... I want to see you shoot for me." I turned to kiss Cathy, but she pushed my head away. "This time is for you. Close your eyes. I wanna see you shoot." I remember hearing her sigh as I began to make long, lazy strokes, from the base up to the tip of my cock. She continued to press her naked form against me as I stroked faster and with more pressure. With my eyes shut, the scent of her perfume, and her head tight into my shoulder... knowing that she watched each stroke only intensified the sensations. And then her voice: almost from a dream, with the sensations: "Tell me when you get close... when you're just about to let go, okay?" With eyes closed, I did just that. The feel of her hair on my cheek, her perfume, the heave of her against me as she breathed following her climax, and knowing that she was watching intently with every stroke of my cock. "Cathy, I'm gonna... " I tensed my way through the few final moments, pending release. Closer, only to feel... Cathy shift. And feel a warm wet surround on the head of my cock, as Cathy drew me into her mouth. An inch deeper with each stroke, until I bottomed against the back of her throat. I opened my eyes to see her head softly bobbing until she had taken all of me. It began at the base of my cock, my balls pulled tight against me. Even before the first salvo, I knew that I was leaking into my dear Cathy's mouth... and she made no move to pull away from what I needed to unload. A pulse, and then I closed my eyes into the spasms that pulled all of my release ... as a series of gentle thrusts down her throat. Night turned to day, turned to night, as my climax washed over me, searing my spend with lingering tenses that consumed me from head to toe. As I slowly opened my eyes, I came to see Cathy gently dabbing at my cock with the tip of her tongue, the spend of my release slowly dripping down along the sides of my cock. And her smile, as she turned to kiss me, with a deep, bitter taste of myself as her tongue pressed into my mouth. And I felt my eyes half close as Cathy slowly stood naked from the couch, slowly pulling her panties back into place. "That wasn't supposed to happen Jim. You know it, and I know it." I only slightly remember watching her pull her summer dress over her head, smoothing it out down over her curves, and picking up her purse as she headed out the door. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, okay?" I barely remember nodding, waving and smiling as I pulled a sip of wine from the glass beside me. And as she clicked the door shut with her exit, I smiled my way through the view of my living room: my clothes strewn on the floor, sweat glistening on my chest and thighs, and my cock completely at rest, still dripping with the last of my spend. Oh yes, we'll talk tomorrow, Cathy. Yes we will, I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep. Cathy Ch. 02 David gave a look of mock surprise. "Goodness, you are selfish! What about me? How do you think I've been coping seeing you dance around in that short skirt, knowing you had nothing on underneath?" "Look, you bastard," and with that Cathy pulled the hem of her skirt above her waist giving David a full view of her glistening, naked sex, the curly, black thatch of hair slick and shiny. She quickly dropped her skirt down when she felt the elevator bump to a halt at the ground floor. Despite her surprise at her act of unaccustomed boldness, the look of astonishment on David's face was enough to make her nipples throb. In the car, the feel of the cool leather on her bottom through the thin skirt was a sharp but not unpleasant sensation. Cathy looked forward to the ride home but David had other ideas. "You must be starving, I know I'm famished. Let's stop for a quick Chinese meal on the way. There's a good place just along here." Thinking about it, Cathy had to admit she was a bit hungry but didn't know if she could face a public place in her state of undress and arousal. However, she wasn't given any choice in the matter, as David pulled to a stop and got out of the car. He opened her door, helped her out and the two of them walked arm in arm into the restaurant. While the Chinese waiter showed them to a small round table, Cathy convinced herself that his beaming, inscrutable smile meant he was fully aware of her lack of underwear. She buried her head in a menu but the print swam in front of her eyes and she left David to order several dishes for them both. When the small plates of food were served on the hot tray in front of them, Cathy wasn't surprised that David had asked for chopsticks. In the past, the pair of them had often shared Chinese and were pretty competent at using the ethnic implements. Tonight was different. For whatever reason, nervousness or excitement, Cathy couldn't cope at all. She clicked the plastic sticks like knitting needles sending bits of food all over the pink cloth. Cursing her stupidity, she finally had to resort to a fork and spoon. "Look, if this is all too much for you, we can back off. I really don't want to push you further than you're comfortable with." David wore a look of concern as he spoke. "I just thought the beautiful, sexy butterfly needed some encouragement to break out of her chrysalis." Cathy pushed her plate away and tried to mumble something positive but made no sense. As she spoke, David's hand dipped into his jacket pocket and he placed her panties on the table between them. Cathy didn't immediately grasp the significance, just the horror of the flimsy heap of her soiled underwear. On the pink surface, her white panties were in full view of anyone glancing across at them. Then she understood. He had misunderstood her nervousness. If she wanted an escape, she didn't have to say anything. All she had to do was take back the panties and David would know she couldn't go on. "How typical of the man," she thought. At the same time he was being thoughtful and humiliating her further. She felt her face burn and her pussy moisten. Cathy began to panic as David made no move to take her panties back. "God, the waiter will come to clear up any second," she thought. "I must do something." As she slowly reached out to pick up the heap of white cloth, she noticed David's eyes become sad. "He thinks I'm too scared to continue." Still unhurried, but now with surprising confidence, she took the underwear into her lap and then purposefully stuck her hand under her skirt to wipe the juices from between her thighs with the panties. "Just thought you'd like them freshened up a little," she purred at David, stuffing the garment back in his pocket as the smiling waiter materialised beside them. For the second time that evening they were both amazed at her lewd action. As they got in the car to drive on, Cathy smiled inwardly at the slightly disconcerted look on David's face. "Yes," she reflected with pleasure, "Catherine Dawes, sexual innocent, could sometimes surprise the sophisticated, experienced David Manning." The rest of the journey took no time and soon they were pulling into the parking area in front of Cathy's building. Suddenly, she felt her chest tighten and could hear her heart thumping madly. It was just like last night in the hotel room. All the sexual bravado had disappeared to be replaced by nervousness and panic. Like a bolt from the blue, she understood why she had never asked him in before. The apartment was her private space, her inner sanctum. If she let him see it, invade her personal core, she would have the same feelings as when she opened her naked thighs in front of him. Trembling, as firm, strong hands helped her out of her seat, she knew there was no turning back. Anyway, she told herself, she had given him back her panties, hadn't she? She stood by the car while David got the bags. The evening had turned quite chilly and, as a cold breeze played on her wet, swollen labia, a shiver of sexual pleasure rippled through her. While pressing the code into the entry system, she babbled trivia to calm her nerves. She told him how the grey, two storey stone building had once been a small junior school. It had been converted into apartments and she had bought hers from a girl she knew at her former job. David standing silently beside her, smiling and looking deep into her chestnut brown eyes, did nothing to ease her turbulent spirits. When they reached Cathy's door at the very end of the corridor, she began fishing in her purse for her key and had put it in the lock before David stopped her. He put the cases down and, turning her to face him, clasped her tightly as his lips sought her mouth. Cathy responded passionately, opening her lips to allow his insistent tongue inside. As he slowly withdrew, her tongue followed until it was exploring deep in his mouth, savouring his taste. Her hands slid down from his back to grip the muscular flesh of his buttocks and draw him tighter against her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly through the thin material of her clothes. After a long, passionate embrace, David pulled his lips away from hers and whispered in her ear. "Darling, I want to know everything about you; no secrets. I don't want you to keep anything hidden from me." A bit flustered by his rather theatrical manner, Cathy managed to reply, "Of course, I don't want to hide anything. I want you to know everything about me," and turned again to open the front door. David put out a hand to stop her. "Then start now," he whispered insistently. Cathy was none too sure she liked the direction of this conversation. "What... what d'you mean. Can't we just get inside first?" "No, it would spoil everything. I want it to be perfect from the first moment we step inside." David was very insistent now, "Take your clothes off." She stared at him in open mouthed disbelief, shocked and trembling. "David, you can't seriously be asking me to undress in a public corridor. Let's just go in. I'm still mortified at you looking at my body but, out here, anyone could come in and see me. It's terrible. Please don't make me do this." David stood absolutely motionless; a wicked smile playing on his lips and a glint in his eye. Cathy realised he knew exactly what he was doing; knew that the embarrassment and humiliation excited her. Despite her shame and horror at the very idea, her body betrayed her. Being ordered to strip like this sent an erotic thrill through her traitorous core and her skin tingled with excitement. She knew that despite her horror, she was going to do as he asked. Somehow, this man could pull all her sexual levers. She wondered how she could minimise the embarrassment. In a kind of daze, she put her hands under her skirt, reaching for her garter belt. "No! Start with your outer clothes." David's voice was tender but very insistent and Cathy straightened up quickly. After a long breathless pause, she took her jacket off and handed it to David before moving to slowly release the top button of her blouse. As her fingers moved to the next button, she stood transfixed, watching David staring intently at her enforced undressing. A warm glow enveloped her and a wicked devil inside her drove her on. Pulling the blouse open, she slipped it off and laid it across his arm, on top of her jacket. Cathy could feel her hardening nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, proving that, despite her shame, she was getting very turned on. Trying not to think of the view she was about to present to anyone who appeared, she unfastened her skirt and tugged it down her long legs. As she stepped out of the garment, she kicked off her black heels while David bent down to scoop up her discarded clothes. With the round, naked globes of her ass pointing down the corridor and her swollen vulva crudely displayed to the man in front of her, Cathy resigned herself to her fate, unfastening her garter belt and rolling her black stockings down her legs. She added these to the pile on David's arm before reaching behind her back to unclip her bra. As the satin cups fell away from her firm breasts, her sensitive nipples stood proudly jutting out from her small, dark areolas. Totally nude now, she felt a soaring excitement and pride: pride in her achievement as well as pride in her body. She moved her trembling legs a little apart and stuck out her chest, almost daring David to study her more closely or take a nipple in his mouth. The sound of someone starting to open the apartment block door deflated her instantly. All courage gone, she dived for the key, opened the door, and dashed inside before the stranger could see her nakedness. David collected up the bags and leisurely followed her, turning on the lights and smiling to himself. He dropped the bags and his jacket and tie, together with her discarded clothes, in a heap by the front door and took her in his arms. "See, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you and, from what I could tell, it excited you too." Cathy pressed her bare breasts into David's shirt. "I know, you're right, but I really don't understand it. You make me do unspeakable, demeaning things that embarrass the hell out of me and it makes me horny as hell; like now. Here I am standing stark naked in my own home while you're fully dressed. I'm, I feel like a complete slut, yet so, I don't know, so excited. I can even smell I am!" David gently stroked her back letting his strong hands slip down to cradle her buttocks. "It's simple really, you like being told what to do. You're submissive and like to surrender control. Then it's not your responsibility; someone else is making you do it." Cathy was indignant. "Go on, that's a load of rubbish. I've been in control of my life for years now. I run your business life. I organise the support staff at work, and a lot of those are men. I don't let people get too close in case they interfere with what I want to do. "Anyway, I don't go a bundle on this submissive thing. I've read a bit about it. If you think I'm going to start calling you 'Master', or something, you can think again. If you suddenly produced a whip, I'd run a mile." "No, I don't mean that." David smiled. "There are levels and degrees in everything. Remember how you loved it when you were spread naked for me and I was tasting your panties?" Cathy was indignant. "I didn't! I hated it!" "Oh yes? It really turned you on though, you know it did." A hot flush spread across the young woman's face as she accepted the truth of what he said. "It's not about ordinary life, you see, Cathy. It's about fantasy, sexual fantasy. Remember last night when you tried to be forceful, the dominant virgin controlling the older man? Didn't work for long did it? You couldn't carry it through." "That doesn't prove anything!" Cathy protested loudly. "That was just my lack of experience showing through." David supported the slim girl in the small of her back as his other hand gently stroked her bare hip. "No, darling, you're kidding yourself," David's voice was very gentle. "When you let me tell you what to do, it turned you on. You got hotter when I made you keep your hands above your head or spread your legs to let me see you 'down there'. That's another thing. When you're excited you've got a pussy, a cunt even, but the rest of the time it's just a 'there'." Cathy squirmed and gave a sheepish grin. She knew he had a point. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she had been so drawn to him, obsessed by him. The gentle strength in his character had been an aphrodisiac. David tried to lighten the mood. "You've got a lovely apartment." Though it was quite modest, Cathy was very proud of her first home. She had been lucky. Her apartment had been converted from the old school hall and it was big with a very high ceiling, even though really only one room. A kitchen and a bathroom had been built and the bedroom was an open area above the bathroom and kitchen, reached by slatted wooden stairs. "I like to call it my studio because of the open space and all those huge windows," said Cathy glancing round. She cried out as she caught sight of her naked body reflected in the dark glass of a large window. "Oh my God," she shrieked, running across the room. "We're on the ground floor. Anyone could see me like this." When she had finished pulling all the curtains tightly shut, she turned to find David sitting on the settee. Still uncomfortable that she was naked and he was fully dressed, she hesitated, not sure what to do. "Cathy, do you want me to go?" The voice sounded full of concern. "No, no, of course not; I'm just being silly." "Then come over here." The commanding tone sent a shiver down her spine and relit the fire between her thighs. On legs that had turned to jelly, she stumbled across and stood in front of him as she knew intuitively he wanted her to. She blushed at her brazen display and modestly brought her hands together to hide her black bush. She raised her eyes from the floor and saw David studying her chest. "Oh, please, w-what are you doing?" "I'm enjoying your beautiful breasts." It was as if his words were actually fingers, stroking her and making the spheres of flesh swell. Her nipples were so hard they ached, throbbing in harmony with her heartbeat. "Don't, please." "Don't what," said David, already knowing the answer but wanting her to say it. "Don't stare at my, my breasts. It's em-embarrassing." "Then I'd better look elsewhere." With this, he reached forward and put his hands on her wrists. She didn't resist as her hands were pulled apart and placed at her sides. Her palms and his fingertips traced a delicate pattern on her skin as they moved sending tremors of desire through her abdomen. He ran his fingers teasingly down the front of her legs, making her muscles spasm violently and gently pressed on the inside of her knees. No words were needed. She understood what he required of her and opened her legs to give him access. She blushed deeply, knowing how her wet swollen sex lips were displayed. The vision of the harem girl flashed through her mind; the fantasy of being aroused for someone's pleasure. How did he know? How could he read her innermost thoughts like this? Her whole body trembled and she put her hands behind her back, imagining them to be tied. David's eyes locked with hers as his hands ran up the inside of her thighs until they reached the damp heat of her pussy. Fleetingly, fingers stroked through her inner lips and circled her hard sensitive nub. It was too much. As her hips bucked and her pussy clenched, Cathy fought to control herself, shutting her eyes tightly, but couldn't hold back a small groan that betrayed her orgasm. As the shivers of pleasure finally subsided, she hardly dared open her eyes. David's eyes were still fixed on her hers, a look of amused superiority on his face. God, this was so demeaning. She had climaxed with almost no physical contact; a sexual puppet in his hands. What must he think of her? Despite the hours of stimulation, she was ashamed at how easily she'd responded. He must think her completely wanton. "So, did my slut enjoy it?" The words, though crude, were full of love. "I'm not a slut," replied Cathy indignantly. "I know you're not; I never said you were. I said you were my slut, which is completely different." Cathy understood what he meant. This man was releasing things in her soul that she had never really been aware were there, opening her mind to the needs of her body. She could never be like this with anyone else. She would never want to be. Already, the stirrings of renewed desire were awaking inside her at the sight of David smiling at how easily he had controlled her; manipulated her sexual response. He sat in front of her, feasting his eyes on her nakedness, and turning the pit of her stomach to molten lava. He drew his hand through the fleshy folds between her legs, drawing a soft moan from her. More insistently, she felt first one, then two fingers slip inside her soaking pussy and massage the soft walls. Each stroke sent more blood flooding to her already engorged labia. Her body was slowly rising towards another summit when he suddenly withdrew from her. Cathy opened her eyes wide as the feeling of loss was palpable. Her jaw dropped as she watched him slowly raise his juice coated fingers to his mouth and begin licking them clean. "You know, Cathy, you taste so good; so sweet, so sexy." The sheer depravity of it made her face burn and her nipples tingle. Then the fingers were back in her pussy, gently probing, seeking her sweet spot. Her sensations heightened by her shame, Cathy began shaking. Then the same despair as the stimulation ceased and his hand was raised to her face. "I was being selfish. Here, taste your sweet nectar." Cathy's mouth went dry. With all her lonely masturbation she had never tasted her own secretions. She had never dreamed of putting her fingers to her mouth covered with the evidence of her lust. Now, she was being asked to taste this forbidden fruit while he watched her. It was excruciating. But, oh so exciting. Driven forward by her demons, she parted her lips to give passage to his fingers and tentatively pushed her tongue forward. The strange but not unpleasant taste was a surprise. She sucked his fingers avidly, for a moment not caring what he thought of her. The fingers withdrew and returned to tantalise her aching pussy. What he was doing to her, the humiliation and the caresses, was fanning her desire incredibly. David slid off the settee and knelt on the rug in front of her. He gripped her buttocks in his hands and pulled her until his face was buried in the soft hair of her mound. His tongue probed between her lips, each push inside sending darts of excitement to her straining nipples. It would only take his tongue on her nub, she knew, to give her release. The touch didn't come. Instead, he took his face away and she cried with frustration. Gently, he pulled on her hips to make her sit down. Cathy automatically brought her knees together and pulled them up until her heels pressed into her ass, modestly screening her feminine charms. "Aren't you going to let me look at you? You like it when I look at you, don't you?" "I think you've already been looking at me pretty comprehensively, don't you?" she said sarcastically. "Oh, no, I want to see all of you. You want me to see all of you. You know you do. Being looked at is so exciting." Cathy's heart pounded so hard she thought she could hear it. There was a hint of menace in his words. He was going to spare her nothing. Did he realise what he was putting her through? Yes, of course, hadn't he been doing it all day, and hadn't she loved it? Didn't she also crave this? Cathy Ch. 02 Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed him stand and strip quickly. She came to herself just in time to see him slip his briefs off. She marvelled again at his rampant cock; a cock that would be inside her soon. As soon as she had done what he asked. She shivered with fear and anticipation. She realised she'd been squeezing her thighs together, trying to get the stimulation for the climax her body craved. It was so close but was snatched away from her as David knelt down and began pushing her knees apart. Her legs were moved wider and wider and she could feel her swollen, pulsing lips part to open her pussy wide to his hungry eyes. He gave her no respite. His hands went under her knees and started pulling her legs up. "Here, you take them and bring your knees up to your chest." She had known it was coming. She could have stopped at any time; just asked him to leave. But she hadn't. Her demanding body was making her confront her worst nightmare. As she moved to pull her legs back, she could feel her ass leave the floor and her buttocks tighten and spread. She knew what he could see; her most private place. The most secret, shameful place she had never dared touch; even in her wildest self pleasuring. Now she was wantonly displaying it to David. It was incredibly humiliating and, incredibly exciting. David began sliding through her upturned pussy. She felt fingers invade her wet lips and a thumb tease her clitoris. "Oh, God," she thought, "I'm going to come in this most demeaning position." But the fingers moved away, tracing a line past her pussy into the crease of her ass. She thought again of the harem girl, bent over with her ass spread. At least in her fantasy she'd been able to hide her face, her shame. Cathy had to watch through her stretched legs. The fingers finally reached the puckered ring of her anus and she shook uncontrollably. She could feel her hot juices trickling down the same crease to pool around the invading finger. A fingernail toyed at her opening and her skin burned. She thought she was going to pass out. Gently, her legs were lowered and she lay flat on the rug, still trembling and desperate for release. David put two fingers back inside her and she almost screamed in abandon. "No, no, for God's sake, I can't take any more. Fuck me!" She thought she heard a small chuckle as he moved between her legs and she felt the hard tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Even then, he held back just inside her, still teasing. "David, stuff the overture. Get on with the performance." "I was just tuning my instrument," he giggled as he pushed deep inside her. The feeling of fullness was wonderful. After hours on a sexual high Cathy had been desperate for her cunt to be filled by this man's cock. She clenched her pussy muscles tightly to stop him pulling back but David just stayed completely embedded in her. In her pleasure, Cathy sighed. It was as if this man knew her body better than she did. Slowly, so slowly, he began moving inside her; not fully withdrawing, just stimulating her inner walls. There were no fireworks or explosions. This was truly making love, she thought. Cathy just felt the heat in her groin slowly diffuse through her whole being. He steadily increased the pace and depths of his thrusts as the heat in Cathy's loins became a fire and then an inferno. Despite the exquisite sensations, Cathy knew she couldn't come like this. She needed direct stimulation. As ever, he was telepathic and raised himself slightly off her chest. "This is fantastic but I think you'll have to help me a little." Without replying, she slipped her hand between their sweating bodies and flicked her erect clitoris free of its hood. As the man inside her pumped harder and faster, Cathy's finger kept the rhythm on the tip of her bud feeling herself begin to tense. She could sense he was close and worked her clit almost savagely. He grunted loudly and Cathy suddenly felt his hot cum flood her pussy. The tidal wave of her orgasm ripped through her as the man on top of her began to relax. Bathed in sweat, they just lay there together. Cathy was surprised that the weight of the tall man crushing her breasts didn't seem heavy. She could stay like this for hours. When he finally rolled off her, she felt an irrational sense of loss. He kissed her and affectionately cradled her breast. "You are an amazingly erotic woman, Catherine Dawes. That was incredible." "Oh God, David, what are you doing to me? After all these years of being sensible and now all I can think of is you, my body, your body, you inside me. What are you doing to me?" "Releasing the real Cathy, the Cathy I see and the beautiful, sensual woman I've adored since I first met you." Cathy giggled, "I've seen myself as a lot of things, but never like that. If you go on like this I might actually start believing you." "Oh, you will, Cathy, you will. Believe me." Too weak to move on her own, David lifted her on to the settee and went searching in the kitchen for a bottle and glasses. They lay quietly for a long time, sipping their wine and chatting idly. Lying between this man's naked thighs, his seed inside her and her head resting against his bare chest was as close to paradise as you could get on this earth, Cathy told herself. She wanted to stay like this forever. She fell silent. This was just a moment in time, like last night. She wanted, how she wanted, a continuum; a seamless passage of life with this man who had already changed her forever. Sadness enveloped her as she told herself this was an unattainable fantasy and she began sobbing gently. David put their glasses on the floor and his arms tightly around her. "Not again; last night you told me you didn't want me to be in your room and now you're crying after we've made beautiful love. A guy could start getting a complex here. "What's wrong, Cathy?" "Oh, David, it's just I want so much more and any minute you're going to say you have to go. Life's so unfair." "Is this you throwing me out, or do I have a say in the matter?" Cathy turned round to look at him, not understanding what he was saying. "This morning, Cathy, the note, I couldn't explain. I didn't know what you would want but I knew what I hoped. The things I had to do, well, I had to rush home and throw some things in a bag praying you'd want to have your evil way with me and force me to stay the night with you. "I could hardly write that down could I? I just hoped you'd feel the same way and now my subtle male intuition tells me I could have been right." David couldn't stop himself laughing at Cathy's wide eyed look of excitement. It was like a little girl who'd just met Santa Claus. "You mean David, you'll stay, I mean stay here. You'll sleep with me, sleep beside me, in my bed?" "Well, I did rather hope that we might be a bit more imaginative than just sleeping. You see, I didn't pack any pyjamas." Lost for words and deliriously happy, Cathy just turned over and crushed herself against the strong male body beneath her as her mouth mashed against his. "I'm so happy David, take me to bed." Even the words sent a thrill through her. She stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the couch. David feigned reluctance but allowed himself to be forced upright. Modesty forgotten, Cathy led the way up the wooden stairs, not caring at all about the view she was presenting to him of her ass and pussy. Once upstairs, she was mortified. She had forgotten what state she'd left it in earlier in the week, in her rush to get to the course. The bed was unmade and her little yellow nightdress lay abandoned in the middle. She grabbed the nightie and tried to hide the heap of dirty laundry, mainly underwear, but David stopped her. Slowly, so slowly, he picked each item up; bras, panties, garter belts, stockings; and held them up inspecting and holding them to his face in turn. Cathy stood transfixed by the incredible intimacy she was witnessing. Not just items of underwear, these were her most private garments; still bearing the traces of being next to her skin. She should feel violated. Hell, she did feel violated; but it was such an erotic violation. It was completely consensual and so sexy. David turned back to see Cathy sitting on the bed watching him and smiled. "I'm sorry, but your smell is so wonderful. I shouldn't admit it, I suppose, but there have been times, these last few months, when you've left your jacket on your chair and I've buried my face in it when no-one was around. You can call me a dirty old man if you want, but that heady mixture of your cologne and you drives me crazy." "I've told you before that you could never be a dirty old man. Someone with your insight into the female soul would always be more diabolical. "Now, how about smelling the scent from the source? A girl's got needs you know." David leant across and, pushing her shoulders, forced her to lie back on the crumpled sheets. Lying naked and spread eagled, she felt like a ritual sacrifice. "No, darling, I've got better ideas. I want to be a whole lot more primitive." David flicked the lights off and came to kneel between her open legs. The pale luminescence of the bedside clock cast an eerie fluorescent green light on his face; almost threatening, Cathy thought. She wanted to speak but somehow knew it would be wrong. This wasn't about her mind, this time he just wanted her body. With a deep sigh of acceptance, she spread her legs wider and put her hands on the pillow behind her head, surrendering herself willingly. David leant forward, holding himself above her with one hand as he guided the tip of his hard shaft to the entrance of her opening. He probed slightly deeper and she tried to rise up to take him further into her pussy, but his hand on her hip stopped her. As he moved the tip of his cock just between her inner lips, she felt a gaping emptiness in the pit of her belly. She flung her legs round his back, pressing on his buttocks, trying to force him to satisfy the ache in her pussy, but he was too strong for her. The torture went on and on as his cock made small movements between her puffy wet lips, never venturing far inside her. Her whole being was burning with frustration and shuddering with need. The void in her cunt seemed an aching bottomless pit. A feral yell escaped her and she brought her hands round to claw frantically at his chest. She wanted to urge him into her tormented core. Her body pleaded with him as she looked up into his eyes. Lustful eyes that were staring at her but, she was sure, not seeing her; only a female animal welcoming the homage he wanted to pay her body. The agony was finally ended as, with one slow but insistent deep thrust, he penetrated her tender flesh fully. She writhed wildly as the invading cock completely filled her cunt and groaned when his pubic bone pressed hard against hers. With slow and wicked deliberation David began to withdraw and, with her legs wound tight around him, she was almost lifted from the bed trying to keep him inside her. Although he was still propped up on his hands, Cathy could sense the heat of the man searing her, creating a liquid fire in her upwardly stretched breasts. There were no tender kisses, no soft caresses. They were joined only at the groin in an act of animal sexuality. Cathy revelled in the sheer primeval nature of their coupling. She gasped as the teasing cock slowly thrust deep in her pussy again, only to feel the agony of loss when it withdrew again. The tempo of the thrusts and withdrawals varied slightly, drawing sighs and cries from the girl at their unexpectedness. She had taken his cock inside her before but this time it seemed bigger; bruising her inner walls and stretching the opening of her pussy. With all sensation focussed between her legs, Cathy sensed her mound and labia swelling uncontrollably. Each nerve ending in her pussy was sending a dart of pleasure ripping through her. David began thrusting faster and faster into the depths of her cunt. Helpless to hold back the onrush of her orgasm, she felt almost ashamed as she quivered wildly in release under him. David gave no sign that he had even noticed, too wrapped up in the pleasure of his assaults on her open, willing body. The pounding grew more furious as Cathy gave herself up to the waves of orgasm that were sweeping endlessly through her. She cried out in abandon, knowing that this base carnal ecstasy was releasing some of her long held taboos and restraints. As she slowly slid down from her peak, she saw David's face contort in a grimace. With a force that she thought might break her pelvis, he hammered his groin against her repeatedly as he shot load upon load of his hot cum deep in her cunt. Only then did he seem to relax, collapsing exhausted on top of her; his weight crushing her into the bed. He gently rolled to lie beside her, holding her close and softly kissing her. Cathy wanted to thank him but words would have spoiled what they had just shared together. It had been raw, passionate nature in tooth and claw. Not a mating of equals; he had demanded her agreement which had been given freely. She simply smiled, knowing he would understand. She closed her eyes, exhausted; totally spent. No foreplay, no seduction: she had discovered the extreme joy of being willingly, totally, taken by a man. "How many other women can truly say that," she wondered dreamily as, pleasantly sore and satiated, she fell unconscious. Cathy Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Mind Over Body If you haven't read any of my Cathy stories yet I strongly advise you to at least read Cathy (2) Once my Slave, before you go any further as it gives an insight into who and what she is. Cathy woke up with a start, her arms and legs flailing around insanely, fighting off imaginary men. "Oh fuck." she said, realising she was alone, "Now I'm having wet dreams." She looked around and burst out laughing. It had been two day's since her night with Ted, Colin and Dean. She had looked so exhausted that Ted had sent her home and told her not to come back till Monday when they had to prepare for there trip to Belgium. She had slept all day Thursday, only getting up after dark for a bite to eat and drink. 'Thank god it's Friday' she thought. She showered and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, as she poured it the phone rang. "Hi hun." Rob said. A little shocked Cathy replied, "Rob, oh hi babe where are you?" "I'm in Sweden, wont be home for at least a week babe, sorry." Rob said, "gotta go, call you later bye, love you." Before Cathy could say anything her husband was gone. When she married Rob this was one of the deciding factors, he was always abroad, but now she needed him to be here, she needed someone to lean on, even to talk to. "Bastard!" she shouted angrily as she slammed the phone down. "You don't give a shit about me, just work work bloody work. Well if you do not care about 'us' why the fuck should I." Cathy had spent a lot of time thinking about what was happening to her since Ted had 'raped' her, and she did call it rape, being forced to submit to his will whenever he wanted her. However, thing's had changed. She knew that the Cathy of old, the slut, was well and truly awake now, she knew that whenever Ted told her to suck or fuck someone she would. Not just because he said so, but also because she wanted it to. She wondered if she was a nymphomaniac, or was it because the 'business woman' detached Cathy had ruled her life for so long. Whatever the reason, the slut was finding it easier and easier to dominate the businesswoman, especially when the businesswoman needed an added weapon to clinch a deal. Cathy went upstairs to get dressed, still angry but with a smile on her face. Whenever she got angry with Rob, the slut would make the most of it. As she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom the voice in her head said, "He's only working for us; he knows we need the money." "Well if he was here he would know that we don't need the money." she said out loud, "He didn't even give you a chance to tell him did he?" "He must have been busy," the voice said. "He's always busy, always too busy to spend five minute's with you, we don't need him. I don't need him." With that, the meek voice in her head wilted into nothing, all that stood before the mirror was Cathy the slut, Cathy the woman. She looked at her reflection and ran her hands over her body, smiling as she did so, her body tingling at the touch, over her firm breast's down to her thigh's and between her legs. "Hmm." she said, "I think we need to tone up a little if were going to be displaying our wears regularly." With a smile at her reflection, she moved to her wardrobe and took out some of her new clothes, slowly dressing in front of the mirror until she was satisfied. It did not take long, but then all she put on was a thin top, short skirt and pull up stockings. Satisfied with how she looked she went to her study. When they had bought this house, the previous owner had building permission and plans to build a two-storey extension, a double garage with a bedroom above it. Once Cathy decided that she needed to exercise, she remembered the plans and, probably through anger, decided to have it built; only the bedroom would become a gym and sauna. With the plans were quotes for the work and the name of the architect, a local office in town, she decided to go and visit him and then to call the builders. She had to park in a multi storey car park and walk to the architects office and she couldn't help noticing the looks that she got, she loved it and realised that she was instinctively walking to tease, swaying her bum and making sure her breast's moved freely, even smiling at some of the men as she passed. As she entered the office she was greeted by a woman in her fifty's "Yes, can I help you" she said officiously. Putting on her biggest smile Cathy said, "Would it be possible to see Mr Hexton please" "Do you have an appointment?" A look of annoyance on her face "Oh I'm sorry....what a lovely brooch, it's gorgeous." Cathy said still smiling, "May I have a look at it." The secretary was surprised, "Ye....yes of course." Cathy moved round the desk and ran her finger's over the brooch, "It's so pretty, it suit's your colour so well. "We....well thank you; it was a gift from my late husband." "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry," Cathy said, "It just look's so pretty on you." "Oh not at all, now then Mr Hexton you say." The secretary was flustered now but Cathy knew that her trick had worked. "Yes if it's at all possible, I have these plans that he drew up and I would like to make some small changes to them, but if I need an appointment I could come back I suppose." "No, no don't worry, give me a moment. You are...." Cathy gave her name and watched as miss prim went through some door's that Cathy assumed led to the offices of Hexton and Norton. She returned a moment later and said "Mr Hexton has someone with him at the moment but if you could wait he will see you as soon as he is free. "Oh thank you so much," Cathy purred, "I'll wait thank you." "Would you like some coffee or tea perhaps?" The secretary asked. "Coffee would be wonderful, your so kind. " A moment later Cathy sat with a piping hot cup of coffee in her hand, and the secretary was offering some of her own private stash of biscuit's "I keep these for special client's" she said, "If they knew about them they would eat them all." "I promise I won't tell." Cathy said with a smile. "My names Cathy by the way." "Oh, Janet, call me Janet." Again, she was flustered, caught unawares. Ten minutes later Janet ushered Cathy into Mr Hexton's office, "Ms Winters Mr Hexton" "Thank you Janet, could you bring some coffee in and biscuits if we have any." "Oh I think I just had the last biscuit I'm afraid." Cathy said as she approached the desk, hand held out, "And it's Cathy, please." "Oh...oh well never mind, please take a seat he said watching her breast's shake as he shook her hand. Cathy looked over her shoulder and winked at Janet as she left. "So what can I do for you then....Cathy?" Hexton asked "Oh and its Daniel." Daniel was in his late thirties well dressed thinning on top, glasses and a stomach that belonged to a man ten years older. Cathy turned the chair slightly as she sat down and slowly crossed her legs making sure that he got a good look at them. "I have these plans that you drew up for the previous occupier of my home, I wondered if we could make a few changes." she said handing them over to him. "Well let's see," he said spreading the plans across his desk. "Yes I think I remember these, simple two storey extension. You're not happy with them I take it?" "Oh no it's not that." Cathy said as someone knocked on the door. Cathy guessed it was Janet so uncrossed her legs and sat looking like miss prim and proper. "Come!" Daniel shouted and Janet walked in and laid a tray with two cups and a steaming pot on the coffee table. "Thank you Janet." As she left Daniel said, "You wanted some changes made." Cathy got up and moved round the desk, standing as close to him as she could, "Not much really," she said, "I want to make this a gym and sauna instead of a bedroom and a wall between the garages so that I can make one an office that I can access from inside the house." She was waving her hands over the plans and could hear his breathing increase as he took in her perfume and her closeness. "I was hoping to take it to the builders today, would that be possible?" she was looking into his eyes now, smiling. "Hmm.... Shall we have coffee while we talk." he said stepping around his chair and walking to the settee. The office was obviously designed to entertain clients in comfort, there was a settee and an armchair that Cathy sat in, legs crossed, sitting slightly sideways so that he could see the top's of her stockings. They spent the next half hour discussing what Cathy wanted and spec changes. Finally Daniel said, "Leave that with me, its eleven thirty now, if you can get back about one thirty I will have them ready for you, is there anything else I can do for you?" "Oh I'm sure there is Daniel, see you at one thirty then." and with the sexiest walk Daniel had ever seen she swished out of the door. As she passed Janet she brushed her hand saying "I will be back about one thirty Janet ok?" "Oh yes, see you then Cathy, take care dear." Janet replied with a huge smile. Cathy was pleased with her morning's work; while she had something to eat; she decided to call the builders to make an appointment. She managed to convince the secretary that it had to be today and got in for three thirty pm. After her lunch, she had a while to spare so done a little shopping on her clothes card then went back to Hexton and Norton arriving fifteen minutes early. Janet was eating dinner at her desk, a container of salad. "Oh sorry," she said, "A working lunch." and started to pack it away. "No please, Janet, have your lunch, just point me to the coffee and I will help myself." Cathy said. Janet pointed to the corner of her office where Cathy saw the percolator was full and hot, "You want one? She asked "Mmmm....sorry, yes please one sugar if you don't mind." Janet said between chomps on her salad. Cathy got the coffee and handed one to Janet, then she reached into her shopping bag's and pulled out a tin of exclusive chocolate biscuit's, "For being so kind this morning" she said laying them on Janet's desk. "Oh you shouldn't have," Janet said, "I'll get fat." "Nonsense!" Cathy laughed, "You have a great figure, the odd biscuit or two wont do you any harm." Janet was obviously embarrassed, and Cathy knew it wasn't just because of the gift. "I'll just see if Mr Hexton is available." Janet said as she got up and escaped through the office doors, returning a moment later, "He will see you now." "Thank you Janet, I'll take my coffee if that's ok." Cathy said Janet did not reply, just looked at the floor as Cathy passed her, still embarrassed it seemed. Cathy walked into Daniels office as though it were her own; throughout her dealing's with him, she had managed to put on a good mix of both her business and her vamp side, neither of which had gone unnoticed. "So how are we doing then Daniel?" she said heading for the armchair. "Yes it's finished," Daniel said, watching as she crossed her legs, "Quite simple really, just a couple of lines, here and here." He was standing next to his drawing board so Cathy got up and walked over to him, making sure he had a good view between her leg's, he couldn't miss the fact that she had no pant's on and as her nipples were always standing out he now knew she was almost naked. Standing close enough to put her arm round his back and brush against him, she listened as he went into meaningless detail of the changes he had made. "All very simple really." he said finally turning to walk away from her but only managing to get as far as facing her. Cathy looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you Daniel, now then, you said you may be able to do something else for me. What did you have in mind?" Finally willing himself to move he stepped aside and said "I uh....um....well we do site management as well." he said finally, "You know, make sure the builders do the job on time and such." "Would that mean you coming round to my place then?" Cathy asked, "Regularly?" "Well at least once or twice yes," he said, "it's not a long job." "That's a shame." Cathy said, "I am seeing the builders this afternoon, I'll give them your number and you can arrange a schedule, call me soon ok" she was gathering her thing's up as she spoke and with a final smile said, "Call me soon ok." and then she was gone. With a final farewell to a still embarrassed Janet, she floated out of the office and made her way to the builder's office. Despite arriving early, the minute she was out of her car a man was at the office door to meet her. "Mrs Winters" I assume?" the man said, "I'm Dave Manning, come in to my office." 'Said the spider to the fly' Cathy thought, but said nothing. The 'office' was a portacabin, part of which had a desk in it that left little or no room for anyone to move around and a second chair against a wall. The positioning of the chair that he beckoned Cathy to sit on meant that he could see right up her legs and he made it very plain that he was looking. Before she had said a word, Cathy had him hooked. "I believe you can help me." she said, not trying to hide her legs or stocking tops, just twisting slightly so that he couldn't see up to her naked quim. "Oh I do hope so Mrs Winters, anything in particular?" he said Cathy reached forward and put a hand on his knee, "Please call me Cathy." "Ok! Cathy it is." he said with a leering smile, "And I'm Dave, at your service." Cathy took out a piece of paper and said, "I believe you wrote this quote for an extension to my house." He took the paper and studied it, "This was a while back, but yes it's mine." "Good." Cathy said as she pulling out the new plans. She stood up and rolled the plans out on his desk leaning over him as she did so. "I've made some changes but I would like you to start on me as quickly as possible." Dragging his eye's off her tit's he stood up, his hand accidentally running up her leg as he did so. "Yes I see, well I will have to have another look at the site and give you a new quote but it shouldn't be a problem." They were standing so close that Cathy could smell his sweat, she turned to look at him, only inches from his face, "And when would you like to come?" she asked "Well no time like the present." he said softly, losing none of his bravado. "Good." she said turning slightly so her tit's brushed his arm, "I'll be ready for you." She turned and slowly walked out, leaving the plans on his desk, she could feel his eyes burning into her back, lusting after her. 'This is going to be fun' she thought. On her way home she felt exhilarated, she hadn't had so much fun for years, "Slut" the voice said from far away. She wasn't in for long before Dave arrived in his white van, "Come in." she said, Let me show you upstairs first, then we can get down to business." Slowly she swayed her way upstairs, deliberately taking her time, knowing that his face was only inches from her arse, she could feel her pussy getting wet. "Nice house." he said, "Lot's of space, nice curves." She ignored him and carried onto her small study. "As you see this room is hardly big enough." she stood with her back to the wall, facing him, legs spread slightly. "This side is the bathroom." she said raising her arm up the wall "and this side is my bedroom." she raised her other arm so that she was spread like a cross. The look on his face was of sheer lust, however he tried he couldn't hide it as the bulge in his trousers made it so obvious. "Do you think you could do something for me, make an opening here maybe." He stood in front of her, almost touching her and ran his hands over the wall either side of her. "Oh I'm sure I can do something for you Cathy, believe me when I say it will be a pleasure." Arms spread wide and looking into his face, she said, "Have you examined all you want then, or do you want to examine further." The intimation was unmistakable. "Well yes I should make sure that these are firm enough," he said as he slowly moved his hands to her breast's, still unsure that he could be this lucky. As he ran his hands over her nipples she let out an involuntary moan, taking this as a sign, he gripped them harder, looking into her still open eyes. "What about the door Mr Manning.?" she asked, "Will it open?" His hand shot down to her pussy, wet and warm, "Oh it's open alright, and ready." he said between gasping breaths Breathing almost as heavily as he was she said, "Then maybe you should fit the door knob then Mr Manning. Make sure it fits properly don't you think?" In a second, his zip was undone and in another, he had lifted her off the floor and rammed into her, thrusting hard. Another second and he exploded into her. "Oh fuck your hot." he said as he lowered her to the floor. She was surprised how calm she was, he didn't even have her started and yet she was totally calm. With his come running down her leg, she said. "You said I wouldn't be disappointed Mr Manners." She said quietly, "You were wrong." The look on his face was total shame, "I....I...." he started. "I do hope your future work is of much higher quality." she said as she brushed past him, "And much longer lasting." She walked downstairs and out the back door, "This is where you will be erecting, the extension" she said, knowing that he was still feeling bad. "I will be in the kitchen when you are done, wiping you're come from my legs." His eyes involuntarily dropped to her legs where he could see his juices running down. "Uh....yes ok." he said quietly, "I won't be long." Cathy turned and walked into the kitchen, put the kettle on and started to wipe herself down. She wiped a flannel between her swollen lips and let it linger for a while, relishing the cold feeling on her hot clit. Suddenly she sensed movement behind her; slowly she turned round and saw Dave standing in the doorway. She dropped the flannel but did not stop the movement of her hand, slipping a finger into her wet pussy, watching him, smiling at him as she slipped another finger in and then out, legs spread wide, nipples standing out, breathing erratic. Dave moved forward slowly and put his hands on her hips, feeling for the zip, finding it and unzipping it, watching as the skirt dropped to the floor. He ran his hands down her legs and then up again, continuing over her hips and under the top to her breasts. No word was spoken as he did this, nor as he lifted the top over her head to see her, finally naked, and fingering herself, her hand getting faster and faster. Dave dropped to his knees and taking her legs and wrapping them around his neck, he lifted her onto the worktop. All the time Cathy was working on her clit. Then Dave slowly lowered his head onto her mound, as his tongue reached her lips she took in a sharp breath, as he touched her clit she let out a moan and as his tongue went to work on her she grabbed his head and pushed him closer. Although he was obviously experienced at clit licking, he didn't need to be, Cathy was so high she would have come whatever he was like. Cathy was like a drone, her eye's were open and she was looking down at him, his face buried between her legs his tongue working on her clit, she let out the occasional moan but said nothing until her orgasm shot through her. She felt it rising as usual in the pit of her stomach. A smile wafted across her face as she gave herself up to it, rising, rising and then the overpowering strength of it making her go rigid. Grabbing his head and pumping it into her swollen pussy. He lifted her up and half staggered half carried her around the room licking her all the time, until she screamed out loud and threw her arms wide, falling backwards. He almost dropped her, the movement was so violent, so unexpected. As she became silent, he slowly lowered her to the floor where she curled up into a ball. He picked her up and carried her to the living room. Laying her down on the settee, he went back to the kitchen and with a banging of many cupboard doors, made some coffee. When he returned she was still curled in a ball but at least she was sitting up. "I don't know how you like your coffee." he said. Cathy Ch. 03 Her boyfriend was dismayed, Cathy would have to go to Prague to do research work for a professor and he didn't want her to go. Cathy suggested that he visit Constance, the woman they had met in the park, he was a little less upset at her leaving after that. Her professor had told her she would have to be there several days and he had arranged for her to stay with a colleague from the university at Prague, she was nervous about it, but agreed. The trip to Prague was not lengthy and she went to the university library and began her research, after several hours of research, she headed for the address the professor had written down for her, she nervously knocked at the door. A large, ugly man answered the door, "You must be Cathy. Hans told me you would be coming, I am Hector Menz, come in, child," she hesitantly entered when he stepped back and held the door for her, her heart skipped a beat when she heard him latch the door. He ushered her into the small dining room and told her to sit while he went to the kitchen to get their dinner, she looked around, the place wasn't much, but then again, neither was he. They ate in relative silence, but she kept catching him staring at her, it made her very uneasy, but she felt a tingle between her legs, it had been a few days since she had made love to her boyfriend. She was glad when dinner was over and he went in to do the dishes and she took her bag up to the room she was to stay in and prepared for a shower. All during the shower, she had the feeling she was being watched, but each time she looked, she saw no one. After she had dried off and put on her pajamas, she went into the living room and sat on the sofa and watched television with Hector. He tried to make small talk, but she mainly concentrated on the show and again caught him staring at her, she finally told him that she was going to bed and bid him goodnight. The pajama top came to below her waist and she hated sleeping in clothes, so she took off the bottoms and her panties, content with just the pajama top to cover her. She climbed into the bed and tried to go to sleep, but she kept hearing the television and what she heard sounded like sex. After an hour, she slipped out of bed and crept down the hall to peek around the doorway into the living room, the first thing she saw was a porno movie on the screen. An older man was fucking a young college coed and she was moaning, Cathy watched as the man fucked her ruthlessly, with her on all fours and slamming her ass back against him, shrieking as he hit bottom with his cock. Cathy's eyes drifted to her new roommate and she saw his pants and shorts pooled at his feet as his hand stroked his nice, hard cock. Although he was an old, ugly, fat man, his cock was beautiful and she unconsciously licked her lips as she saw him work his hand up and down it. One of her hands found its way to her pussy and she felt her own wetness, both at the scene on the screen and the hard cock being pumped before her, she could feel her nipples on her small tits harden as she worked two fingers in and out of herself. She was busy fucking herself and then she heard the chair creak and he was getting up, shucking his pants and shorts, Cathy hurried back to bed and pretended to be asleep. She cracked her eyes and saw him enter, he was still stroking his cock as he looked around in the dark, then walked to the bed and bent over to pick up her panties. She watched as he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply, then he wrapped her small panties around his cock, with the gusset over the head and jacked off furiously, standing at the edge of her bed. She could hear his ragged breathing and knew he would cum soon, in the dim light, she could see him clench his teeth as he came into her panties, he wiped his cock clean and left the panties on the table by the door on his way out. Cathy was excited by the smell of his cum, it hadn't taken long for the smell to permeate the room, she eased out of bed and went over to the table, peeking out to make sure he was gone. She picked up the panties and there was a lot of cum in them, it leaked out onto her fingers, without thinking, she brought the fingers to her lips and licked them clean, his cum didn't taste bad at all. She opened up the panties and licked all of his thick cum from the gusset, she was unable to stop until they were licked clean and soaking from her saliva, she put them back on the table and went back to bed, still licking her lips. The whole thing had aroused her and she opened the pajama top and played with her small tits with one hand while she got herself off with her other hand, after that she slept like a rock. After a small breakfast, she was off to do her research, not returning until almost dark to find her dinner, once again, waiting for her, along with Hector. Again, they ate in almost silence and afterwards, she took her shower and came in her pajamas to watch television, by 9, she went to bed. She waited for the sounds of sex on the television and it wasn't long coming, she could see him, in her mind, his pants and shorts at his ankles, while he stroked his cock and she wondered if he would come in to shoot in her panties again. She saw him come into the room, he had turned the hall light on this time and she pretended to once more be asleep. This time, he stood at her bed, but instead of bending to pick up her panties, he pulled the blanket down until she was uncovered. He grasped her hand and pulled at it, her eyes opened, "I know you watched me last night. I want you to jack me tonight," she shook her head no, but he pulled her hand to his cock and closed it around it as he jerked himself with her hand. His cock felt good in her hand, but his big belly turned her off. He grabbed her other hand and pulled her until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, "Take off your pajama top, I want to see your little girl tits." She looked up at him, "This is not right. I do not wish to do this, you are much older than me and this is wrong," He took his hand and began unbuttoning her pajama top, she relented and helped him, then it was pulled up and behind her shoulders, so that her chest was exposed to his gaze. "You have nice little girl tits, so firm and cute. I will remove my hand and you will jerk me off," he did and she jerked him off, wanting it over, afraid of where this might lead. She was not opposed to having sex, she loved it, but even though he had a nice cock, she was afraid he might decide to share her with his friends as her professor had done. She could feel him getting harder and she reached up and massaged his ball sac with her other hand, she could feel the intense heat in his balls and he grunted and the first blast of cum hit her tits, the next caught her on the neck and the third one on her chin and it spread across her lips. He took his cock from her hand and began to rub it over her lips, spreading the string of cum over her lower face, she instinctively licked her lips, tasting his cum. "Take it in your mouth and suck it," she shook her head no, "You know you want my cock, now open up and suck it!" he ordered and she complied. She knew that a dominant man could make her do anything and here was proof, as his cock slid in and she closed her lips around it, it began to harden once more. He began to fuck her face, his left hand grasping a handful of her long blonde hair as he forced himself deep into her mouth, she sucked obediently. Her hand went to his ball sac once more as she tenderly rolled his balls in her hand in concert with his cock fucking her mouth, she dropped her other hand to her spread thighs as she sought out her steamy wet hole. Now his cock was hitting the back of her throat as he fucked her face and her fingers were plunging in and out of her hole, she could hear her own squishy sounds over her sucking mouth, turning her on even more and her orgasm was close. She could feel his cock begin to swell and she wanted to cum before he did, she doubled her efforts on her pussy and when she did cum, his cock made it to her throat and soon was pumping a large load down her throat, she struggled to swallow and breathe, but never relented. His grip had tightened on her hair when he came, but she hadn't noticed in the throes of her own orgasm, but now it hurt and his cock embedded in her throat began to hurt as well. Finally, he relented and withdrew, "Clean my cock, my little slut," she dutifully cleaned his cock completely, her hand still massaging his huge balls. After her face fuck, he just left the room with her still sitting on the edge of the bed, pondering what he would want next, she almost dreaded the next night and was thankful it was her last one there. She found herself gathering his spent cum from her tits and neck and licking it from her fingers, then she lay back and slept great, up early for her last day of research. She skipped breakfast, not wanting to give him a repeat of last night's cocksucking and she avoided him when she got back, stealing to her bedroom after a quick shower, just after 10, she heard the sounds of the porno tape once more and she found herself getting wet from the anticipation that he would probably want to fuck her on her last night there. She lay there, her heart beating fast, as she waited for him to come in, he came a little past 10:30. Tonight, she had gotten in to bed nude, afraid that he would leave cum stains on her pajamas, that her boyfriend might discover. He stood by her bed and ripped the blanket off of her, exposed her nakedness to him, he turned on the bedside light for a better look. Cathy had a very sexy body and he eyed it up and down, stroking his cock with one hand and running the other over her exposed body, she shuddered at his touch. "Tonight, I want to fuck that fine little pussy of yours," he said as he smiled down at her, "No, I have a boyfriend and it wouldn't be fair to him," she held her thighs closed tight as he tried to penetrate her with a stubby finger. He slapped her bare thigh, "Open your fucking legs, SLUT!!! I said that tonight I wanted your pussy and you will either give it to me or I will TAKE IT!!!!" His forcefulness again made her obey as she spread her thighs to his probing hand and she felt his stubby finger penetrate her. "You have nice, tight pussy, it will feel good around my cock. You are like little girl, nice tight pussy, tiny tits, I will enjoy fucking you tonight," he climbed onto the bed between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, lubricating himself. "Please, no," she cried, "It is OK, I will only to put the head in and fuck you like that, such a little girl needs to be broken in to take such a man size cock." His words hit her like a ton of bricks, he was living out the fantasy of fucking a young girl and was in fact liking her resistance to it, she looked up at his disgustingly fat body and his ugly face, never would she have chosen him to have sex with. Her mind drifted back to Olaf, the fat, disgusting brother of the man who had fucked her and filmed it and she hoped that a pattern was not developing in her life. She felt the head of his cock enter her and he paused, just the head inside as her slowly moved it back and forth, she could feel herself getting sloppily wet. His hands mauled her tiny tits as he slowly sank more of himself into her, "I'm sorry, but you feel so good, my little girl, I must have more of you." He squeezed her tiny tits as his cock was buried all the way inside of her, then he began to fuck her like a madman, it hurt at first, then she began to work towards an orgasm and she met his thrusts. "Yes, my little girl slut, take my cock. Fuck me with that child body of yours," he kept talking like she was a young neighbor girl that he had tricked into bed, but the path was set and her orgasm was close. He stopped and made her get on all fours and fucked her as the young girl on the porno had been fucked, his hands grasped at her small tits as his cock pounded her and his fat belly bounced off of her ass. Her orgasm, delayed by the change of positions, was now coming back full force and she could feel her pussy tighten around him as she came, her moans filling the room. Her orgasm tightened her pussy around him and he was soon swelling and filling her with cum, so much cum that it began to leak out of her and he squeezed her small tits hard, then he collapsed on her back, forcing her down onto the bed as his fat body smothered her, she struggled to get him off of her, it was getting hard to breathe. He finally got up and stood next to the bed, "Now, my child, you will lick my cock clean and taste the wonder of your tight little pussy on it," she struggled to her knees again and obediently licked his cock clean, tasting the mixture of their orgasms, then he left and she collapsed and fell to sleep. She took her bag with her when she left the next morning, to avoid any further sex with him, slipping out while he was in the shower. She finished her research and headed home that afternoon, she went directly to the shower when she got home, removing all traces of the old, fat professor from her body, then she attacked her boyfriend when he got home. Across town, her professor was on the phone, "Yes, Hector, I told you she was a little slut. I have made her take many cocks in every hole of her body. Now, I will consider my debt to you paid." Cathy Ch. 03 Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy ch 02" by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other pards first. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right. ----- After the amazing turns of the last night with my next-door neighbor Cathy, I slept in. Flat out spent, amazed and exhausted. But I awoke to a knock on the front door... a gentle knock at first, and then louder when I didn't answer it. Damn. I rolled to look at the click by my bed: 10:13am. Shit. I should be up... who is at the door? I blinked myself awake, pulled on a bathrobe and staggered my way to the door... the knock at the door repeating, and growing louder all the time. And then I pulled the door open to find... Cathy. A warm morning, she was in another summer dress, this one a bit tighter than the one from yesterday. Pure white, and nearly sheer, the sunlight from behind her made it seem almost transparent. The fabric was pulled tight against the swell of her pregnant form, and I could clearly see the outline of her bra under the sheer fabric. Ah... Cathy. "Good Morning Jim," she said as she pushed her way past me, walking into my apartment. And as I turned to look, right behind her was another beautifully pregnant woman, likewise stepping her way through the door. As I clicked the door shut behind them, I could only gape in amazement at the two lovely ladies before me. Cathy, of course, and ... "Jim, this is Linda," Cathy began. Linda reached to shake my hand, as my eyes swelled to drink the beauty of her form. What began as a handshake evolved to an embrace, and her kissing me on the cheek. "It's so nice so meet you Jim," she whispered into my ear before we drew apart. The embrace was awkward, as Linda also had a very swollen, very pregnant belly. I stepped back to see her in full: a short skirt, black pantyhose, and a halter-top that fell just an inch below the swell of her breasts. And very clearly, there was no bra beneath that sheer top. I struggled to adjust my bathrobe to conceal my swelling erection as I stepped back, and lamely stammered "Er, yes, nice to meet you too, Linda!" I could feel my heartbeat and blood pound in my ears as my erection grew... wondering what these two very delicious and very pregnant ladies had in mind. I watched silently as they padded their way to my living-room couch. I sat in my chair across from them, and took a deep breath, waiting for Cathy to continue. And I watched as she lazily ran her hands over the swell of her very pregnant form. I looked up to her eyes, and watched a smile form as she continued: "Jim..." Cathy said, "Jim, I met Linda at my Lamaze class, and we've known each other for a few weeks now. We've talked a lot about men. And our needs... I called Linda late last night, and told her, well I told her everything. I told her everything about what you and I did yesterday. And I told her that you have a 'thing' for pregnant women." I watched as Linda nodded in agreement, smiling, and then to see her twist on the couch, spreading her thighs, and then slowly running her hands, with her fingernails finally reaching to lift the bottom of her blouse... exposing the bottom of her swollen belly, pulled against her black pantyhose. Linda adjusted again on the couch, this time pulling her skirt higher. There were no panties under those pantyhose. Nope. None. Cathy interrupted the moment: "JIM -- do you know what Linda needs... can you help her?" I tried to speak, but couldn't find the words as I continued to stare below the swollen swell of Linda's form. A minute passed, and Linda finally spoke: "Jim, does this do ... anything for you? I'm pregnant, but does this turn you on? My husband hasn't touched me in months, and I'm just wondering if I'm still attractive to any man... what do you think?" Not knowing the right thing to say, I turned to Cathy. She'd already hiked her summer dress up, and, with her head thrown back on the couch, had her fingertips busy underneath her panties. Turning back to look at Linda, I watched as she spread her legs, and tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, pulling the fabric wide to expose her most private spot. It was very swollen and wet, and the aroma of her arousal flooded the room. At this point my cock ached for release, and I dropped my robe to the floor. I moved between Linda's lovely thighs and pressed the tip of my cock between her lips. First gently, and then moving deeper to penetrate. And feel her... grasp me... as I buried my hips and she swelled to take the full length of my cock. Just two full strokes, and she squirmed from underneath me: "Jim, I need you behind..." Linda turned on her knees, burying her head on the pillows. I gently guided the tip of my cock back into her, slow at first, and then harder, stroking the full length into her. Deeper and deeper, as I heard a gentle voice whispering in my ear. Cathy: "Yes, that's right Jim, do her. She's already pregnant: you don't have to worry about anything. Do her. Finish inside her. You know you want to..." As I stroked into Linda from behind, Cathy began running her fingertips under my swollen sack. Deeper with each thrust, Cathy continued whispering to me: "Do it, come on, do it, Linda wants it, do it, that's why she's here, come on, do it..." I could hear Linda began to pant, groaning with the depth of each thrust, and lewdly pushing her ass back against me. With that, there was no way to stop: I felt my cock expand, and then release into Linda. I growled as each pulse of my seed erupted into her pregnant channel, again and again. Each time, I could feel Cathy grasping me from behind, squeezing the base of my cock as I finished my spend. Linda collapsed as I withdrew, her back slick with sweat from her own climax, and the three of us fell into a pile of embrace: still swollen, panting and wet with our mutual spend. Finally, Cathy climbed away and pulled her dress over her head. I lay silent as Linda crawled away and did the same. "You did very well, Jim," Cathy said as she slung her purse over her shoulder, and then checking her cell-phone... "No calls, nobody knows. Come on Linda, Jim will still be here tomorrow, I promise you." Cathy Ch. 03 "Black, no sugar." she said softly. He handed her the coffee and at a loss as to what to do with himself stood drinking his own. "Are you ok?" he asked after a while. She had settled down now, the trembling had subsided. This was not supposed to happen, well not yet anyway. "Yes I'm fine." she said confidently, "At least you got that bit right." "Err yeah sorry about...well upstairs." he mumbled "So then Dave, how about my extension." she said, all business now, "When can you start." "Err well....yes well how about next Thursday." he said "Well I'm in Belgium till Friday will you be able to start without me?" she asked "Yes that should be fine." he said, "We can dig out the footing's" Cathy stood up and standing in front of him naked said, "How long will it take and how many men will I use?" "Well if I get two guy's it will be cheaper but it will take a month, if there are four of us it will be more expensive but only take about two weeks." He said. Cathy ran her hand over his newly erect cock and said, "Four men, I like the idea of four rough hardy builders erecting for me, I will see you next Thursday, Mr Manners." with that she gave his erection a final rub and then walked upstairs. "See yourself out Mr Manners." she said as she went into the bathroom. Moments later as she slid into her hot bath, she went over the day. Quite successful really. Daniel at her disposal, Janet poor thing, and then the ever-erect Mr Manning. She had not intended fucking him. She meant to tease him a little but once she started, the whore in her took over. And then she needed to be satisfied and she didn't really care how, or who with. Things had to change though; she could not go through her new life shagging any man that came along. Well, not all the time anyway. One thing was certain; Ted was going to get a shock for sure. He still thought he had little miss businesswoman by the tits whenever he felt like it. Wrong. She would have to put him straight on Monday. However, for now she was happy with her day. Her extension was going to be built, and all she needed to do once that was done was equip it properly. She had seen a sauna in the town earlier that day and placed her order so she had better tell Daniel how thing's had gone. She got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around herself. Grabbing a coffee she was surprised to see that it was seven thirty already. She decided to ring Daniel first thing in the morning. She spent the rest of the evening lazing in front of the fire naked. About eleven thirty though the phone disturbed her peace. "Hello." she said into the receiver. "Hi babe, how's you." It was Rob "Hi Rob how are you doing or are you too busy to talk." she regretted it the minute she said it. "Aw come on babe you know I am doing this for us don't you?" he said "I'm sorry." Cathy replied, "It's been a busy day, I didn't mean to take it out on you, when will you be home." "That's why I rang." he said excitedly, "I'm home on Tuesday for a couple of days, well I have to leave Wednesday night but hey we will have some time together wont we." "No Rob we wont, I am in Belgium from Monday for the week, I wont be back till Friday." she said, and was quite surprised how calm, even relieved she was when she said it. "Belgium?" he said surprised, "Why Belgium." "I got promoted to PA so I will be travelling almost as much as you now." she said "That's great babe, you deserve it," he said "really you do, you work so hard." "Well I hope it all goes as they say because I've spent all our saving's on the extension." she said, still detached and not caring whether he liked it or not. "But we said we were going to wait for a while before we built the new bedroom." "Yes I know, but I thought you might like to have a gym instead, with a sauna." she had lowered her voice now to a purr, "You always said you would like one and it was going to be a surprise for you, did I do wrong then darling." "No it's fine." he said, "Just don't break the bank ok." "I wont." she said. They chatted for another ten minutes and then Rob had to go. As she put the phone down, she burst out laughing. "If only you knew what a slut wife you have." She was still laughing when she took the bottle of vodka upstairs and still laughing when with a final goodnight to her reflection she fell asleep. She woke with a start, the phone was ringing. "Yes!" she shouted into the mouthpiece. "Err Cathy, err Ms Winters." a voice said, "It's Daniel Hexton." "Oh Daniel sorry." she said, "I was asleep, what time is it." "It's nine forty, Ms Winters, can we talk." "Daniel, call me Cathy ok." she said "And no we can't talk, ring me back in fifteen minutes and ask me why then ok." "Err yes C...Cathy fifteen then." Not bothering to dress she went down stairs and made some coffee as she sat down to drink it the phone rang again. "Hello." "Cathy? It's Daniel." "Hi Daniel and good morning." "So why couldn't we talk then?" he asked, the tremor in his voice showed that he was trying to be brave. "Because I was in bed naked Daniel." she said with a laugh. All his bravado evaporated, "Oh...Oh I'm sorry...." he stammered, "I didn't know, sorry." "So how doe's it feel then Daniel." Cathy said feeling the tease rise in her. "Err...feel, sorry feel what." he said "Daniel I'm hurt you don't remember." she laughed, "Your one of the very few men who knows I sleep naked." Even over the phone, she could feel the heat of his embarrassment. "Oh dear, yes, well. Erm...." "Did you have something to say Daniel because I'm still naked." she teased "Oh dear, no well yes, shall I call back later and let you well....dress." "No Daniel, I like talking to you when I'm naked." she laughed, "It makes me all horny." "No I think I better go and call back later Ms Winters, I'm happily married." He panicked "Oh don't be silly Daniel, I'm only teasing you, what did you wake me up for." she said softly. "Oh yes." he said fighting to get his composure back, "Err did you find a builder." "Oh yes I was going to call you but you beat me to it" she said She gave him the name and number of Mr Manning and the shop supplying the sauna. They discussed a few more details and then Daniel said farewell. Cathy laughed as she went for her shower, she decided that it was so rare these days to find a loyal husband that she would have to fuck Daniel, just for the hell of it. Cathy spent the rest of the day at her mother's playing with her son Jordan. Sunday she spent online buying exercise equipment a sun-bed and packing for her trip. Once that was done, she went to her mother's again and spent as much time as possible with Jordan. She didn't know when she would see him again but as she left she promised her mother that she would call and then come round as soon as she could after Belgium. "That's ok Cathy darling." Jane said, "Your looking so much better than before, you enjoy your trip, you know he's safe and well and if your needed we will call you." she said as she kissed her daughter on the cheek. Monday morning she dressed in another of her new work outfit's. White low cut suit, short skirt and bolero type jacket, stay ups and nothing else. As usual, she made the coffee and took a cup into Ted's office. "You look good enough to eat." he said, "You seem, shall we say, different today." "You could say that Te....Mr Heron sir." she corrected herself. "I have had a lot of time to think since last week and have been forced to make a few decisions, or should I say admit a few thing's to myself." Ted sipped at his coffee, "And what would they be Cat." Cathy took a deep breath. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be but she was determined to say her piece. "Well." she started. "We both know that you can have me whenever you want, make me do whatever you want. However, you should know that it's not by your choice anymore. Whether it was your intention, I don't know but you have woken the old me up more than you realise. Last week with Clive and Dean, and yes, even the cab driver was wild, even though I fought against it, I wanted it to happen. Well I couldn't stop it, my body wouldn't let me." "Well I'm glad to hear that you have accepted your place in the scheme of things." Ted said. "No!" Cathy said, "That's not what I meant. Yes, you can have me, and I won't stop you. You can make me fuck anyone you want and I won't stop you. However, it has to be mutual, not just, because you say so. I need to have a say in it if I want. I would rather be friends than slave and master. You will still get what you want, just given instead of taken all the time. It would be so much better, I promise." "I see you have done a lot of thinking about this Cathy." Ted said thoughtfully, "We'll see how it goes ok, I can't say anymore than that." Cathy jumped out of her seat "Oh Ted you won't regret it I promise you." and she kissed him on the cheek. As she pulled away, he put his hand to her face and reached up to kiss her lip's, she kissed him back, allowing her tongue to slip into his mouth. As she pulled away she added, "It will be so good I promise." "I know." Ted said with a smile. As she left his office he thought, 'Why not, I'll make the most of her. It will be nice to actually have her on my arm for a change.' As Cathy left Ted's office, she saw Denise walk in with a huge smile. "How are you doing with the promotion Denise, managing ok?" "Oh Cathy I do hope so, it all seems so strange, even though I'm basically doing the same thing it all seems so different." Denise said excitedly, "Any way that's enough about me look at you all dressed up, you look stunning and I can see you're....well you know...." Denise was looking at Cathy's boobs, "Your not are you?" she said. "Shhhh" Cathy said and took Denise by the arm, "We don't want everyone to know do we." Cathy decided to take the bull by the horns. She grabbed Denise' hand and led her back through the to Ted's office. As she opened the door Ted's gaze fell on Denise', "Good morning Denise, your looking particularly nice today." Denise flushed, "Thank you Mr Heron." "What can I do for you Cathy." he said "Can I borrow the exec suite for an hour Mr Heron Sir" she said, deliberately using the title. "Denise and I need to discuss a few things." Ted raised his eyebrows but got nothing further from Cathy. "Yes, no problem." he said as he handed over the keys. Cathy smiled "Thank you Mr Heron Sir, I'm sure we will all benefit from our discussions. Maybe we will need you to take part a bit later" "Ok Cathy, let me know ok" he said as they left. "What are we doing Cathy, the exec suite? Why?" "Privacy, we need to sort a few thing's out" Cathy said leading the way to the lift, "Did you see the way he looked at you? Tell me you didn't enjoy that." "I know I didn't know where to look." Denise replied, "It was quite exciting, he's quite good looking really isn't he." "He's the dominant type," Cathy said with a laugh, "Like's to have a woman at his disposal." "Have you....," Denise said, "You know, you and him." The lift had come to a stop. Before Cathy replied, she led Denise into the Exec suite. "You quite fancy our Mr Heron don't you?" Cathy said "Well he is a bit dishy even though he's that bit older, I find it quite attractive." Denise laughed, "You have haven't you, with him, you know....how do you know what he like's if you haven't?" "Well I'd been teasing him for ages and one day he made a pass at me, I fought him off but all the teasing had turned me on too and he knew I wanted it. He bent me over the desk ripped my pants off and took me in the office. Ever since then I have dressed hoping he would do it again but I think he only has eye's for you, I think he really wants you, and after his look this morning I think you know it too." "Oh he can take me anytime," Denise said as she flushed bright red. "but I don't think he's interested, I'm not gorgeous like you." "Denise you are a really nice person and you have a great body." Cathy said, "But you buy a beautiful top like that and then stick a roll neck sweater underneath. You could even have taken a couple of inches off your skirt." Cathy was laughing as she said it. "Oh I knew you would say that." Denise said, "I put the top on this morning, no bra or anything, but I just couldn't, I wouldn't dare, not like you, they don't even move." Cathy laughed again, "Oh yes they do, I make sure they do." "Cathy!" Denise squirmed, "How could you." "Because like you I have a great body, and the men will do anything if they think they can get there hands on it. It gives me power over them, power that you could use Denise, power to control." "No it's not the same, you're just so gorgeous." Denise said, "I'm just plain really." "Right!" Cathy said walking over to the bar, "I've had enough of this. Do you trust me, really trust me." Denise looked shocked, "You know I do." She handed Denise a tall glass of neat vodka "Then I will make you a deal." Cathy said, "You spend one day dressed to kill and if you don't like the feeling it gives you, or none of the men comment, I will never mention it again, ok." Denise thought for a moment as she sipped her drink, "Oh I don't know if I can Cathy I really don't know." "Ok then how about you do it for two hours and then we meet up to see how it's going." Cathy said, "That's a fair deal isn't it." "Mmm ok but only a couple of hours." Denise' face was a mix of excitement and fright.. "Ok drink it all. Now, Dutch courage" Cathy said, "I can't drink all of it." Denise said as she put the glass to her lips. Cathy didn't give her a choice, holding the bottom of the glass till it was drained. "You nearly choked me." Denise laughed, "I will be back in a minute" and she headed for the bathroom. "Oh no you don't." Cathy said, "You just stand there and I will dress you. We need to get it right or you won't feel comfortable" Denise was about to protest but she did as she was told and stood with her arms by her side and her eyes closed. Cathy undid the buttons on her thin top, it was quite low cut and semi transparent but the pattern would hide her nipples from all but the closest looks. As she undressed Denise, Cathy deliberately brushed her nipples, listening for the tell tale gasp each time. First, the blouse came off and then the jumper over her head, moving behind Denise Cathy undid the bra and slid her hands forward to remove it, deliberately cupping the smooth firm breast's as she did. Her hands lingered for a moment as her hot breath ran over Denise' neck. As Denise leaned back into Cathy's arms she seemed to suddenly wake up, her arms came up and crossed over her breast's, "I'm sorry." she said, "I didn't mean...." realising that she had trapped Cathy's hands harder against her boob's she dropped her arms and moved forward. "I'm sorry....I....I...." she stammered. "Don't worry about it." Cathy said. "But I like men." Denise blurted out, and then softly added, "I'm not very experienced but I know I like men." Cathy laughed, "So do I. More than I should sometimes, but that's no reason to cut out half the population is it. I enjoyed touching you, your soft and warm, it was nice, I didn't mean to upset you." "No you didn't....oh I'm confused." Denise said. "Denise, I have noticed recently that whenever we talk about our bodies you not only get embarrassed, you keep looking at my boobs. I think you have been having feelings towards me and I think you have been fighting them off." As she spoke, she removed her top. "Give me your hands" Denise was standing with her arms across her breasts, eyes tight closed. Cathy took her hands and stiffly led them to her boobs. As they came into contact, Denise let out a gasp, but didn't pull away. Slowly she ran Denise' hands over them until she was doing it by herself. She moved her hands to Denise boobs and lightly ran her fingers over the swollen nipples. "Open your eyes," She said. Slowly Denise opened her eyes, her hands still moving. First she looked into Cathy's eyes and then slowly watched her hands moving over Cathy's tit's. "They're so soft, and yet so firm." she said. Cathy moved closer, so close there breast's touched. Once again, Denise gasped, lifting her eye's to meet Cathy's. Slowly Cathy lowered her face till there lips met. At first, Denise didn't respond but slowly, very slowly she joined with Cathy, responding more passionately. Cathy felt Denise go tense but ignored it and lowered her mouth till she felt her nipple softly licking it and then taking it into her mouth. "Oh fuck." Denise moaned. Cathy took her by the hand and led her to the settee, sitting Denise down, she said, "Just relax, and enjoy, I've wanted to do this for so long." Cathy started once again with a kiss, long and lingering, sliding her tongue slowly into Denise' parting lips. Still kissing her, she laid Denise down, one leg on the settee and one on the floor. She kissed Denise from head to foot, lingering at each nipple and then going down slowly to her hips, her inner thigh, down her legs to her toes. All the while Denise was moaning louder and louder, her hand resting on Cathy's head. As Cathy returned up her body she lingered again at Denise' inner thigh, Denise spread her legs wider and pushed Cathy to her quim. Cathy breathed in the scent of her sex, her juices making the swollen lips shine, then her tongue ran the full length of the slit, flicking at the swollen bud as it passed. Denise let out a cry of total pleasure, her cries getting louder and more intense as Cathy worked her bud. "Oh fuck!" Denise screamed, "Oh shit, you got me, you got me I'm gonna come, oh fuck I'm gonna cooooome...." and she started thrashing around arms going wild, thrusting her throbbing pussy into Cathy's face, moaning, screaming and eventually crying, tears flooding down her face. Slowly she came to stop, breathing erratic, face red and tear stained. "Oh god that was brilliant, out of this world." Denise said when she was finally able to speak. "Hmmm, and what would you say if Mr Heron was here, naked, right now, eh." Cathy said with a laugh. "Ohh god I'd say fuck me and fuck me hard." Denise laughed. Cathy grabbed hold of Denise and rolled her off the settee, they ended up on the floor with Denise on top, Cathy pulled Denise' face close to hers and said, "Then say it, say it loud." Denise smiled, "Fuck me Mr...." she stopped, movement to her right, she turned her head and saw Ted Heron, standing naked only feet away, his erection throbbing. Cathy pulled Denise face back to hers and kissed her softly, "Say it, fuck me Mr Heron sir, say it loud, ." Denise glanced to the side and then back at Cathy "Mmmmmm, Fuck me Mr Heron Sir, please fuck me." and then she locked lips with Cathy. Ted had been watching for some time and didn't need telling twice, he knelt behind Denise and slowly pushed his throbbing erection into her wet pussy, slowly moving in and out. As Denise broke the kiss with Cathy she said, "You bitch, oohh god harder Mr Heron harder please, take me, fuck me ram it in" That was all Ted needed, he gripped Denise by the hips and rammed into her hard keeping up that vicious pumping. Cathy took Denise by the tits, ripping at one with her hands and biting hard on the other. The combined pain brought Denise quickly to another sort of pain. Ecstatic climatic orgasm. Thrusting back onto Ted and pushing down onto Cathy she forced herself to keep moving until it was all a blur of orgasmic agony. She screamed, loud, long and painful, all rhythm and co-ordination gone, just a plaything for these two expert lovers and a slave to her orgasm. Finally as Ted slowed Denise collapsed onto Cathy and lay there unmoving, eyes open but glazed, Cathy kissed her eyes closed and let her lay for a while to recover. Cathy Ch. 03 When Ted watched Cathy leave his office he knew something was going on, Cathy only used the 'Mr Heron Sir' bit when she was serving him, also Cathy had her own key to the exec suite in her desk. Cathy knew that the suite was rigged for sound and vision and Ted had watched as they entered the suit. He was more than surprised to hear that Denise fancied him. He had never thought of her in that way but had to admit she was a good looking woman. He had to admit it even more as Cathy stripped her. Her tits were not as big as Cathy's was but they were nice and firm. As the minutes passed and he saw what was happening he remembered Cathy's last words before she had left his office, "Maybe we will need you to take part a bit later." Cathy had set this up for him as well as for herself. He took Cathy's keys and made his way to the exec suite, quietly letting himself in. Cathy saw him enter and smiled, he quietly removed his clothes and from a safe vantage point watched as Denise had her first female on female orgasm. When Cathy asked what Denise would do if Ted had been standing in the room, he knew it was his cue. He waited for the reply and then moved forward. He half expected Denise to scream when she saw him, he was ready to back off, but when, after seeing him, she repeated her request he was more than ready. Now he watched them as they got to there knees in front of him, Denise unable to look at him, eyes looking down. He put his hand to her chin and lifted her face, "If I had known how you felt I would have reciprocated a lot sooner." "I didn't think you would be interested in me." Denise said quietly. "How could I not be." Ted said, "You're a gorgeous looking woman, and as I have found out today, you seem to love my sort of sex." "What do you mean." Denise said puzzled, "Your sort of sex?" Cathy laughed, "I think he means, quick rampant lust, shag on demand or as the mood takes him, or you." "I've never done this before." Denise said relaxing a little. "But you enjoyed it." Ted said "God yes." Denise giggled "It's never been like that before, but I just don't know anything, I've had a few men but never really known what to do and they never lasted long enough for me to find out." "Have you ever sucked a guy off?" Cathy asked "Not really, one guy put it my mouth but then took it out and spent the next ten seconds fucking me, then he was gone. "Denise said. "Then now is the time to learn, that and much more." Cathy said looking at Ted for approval. Ted smiled and nodded his head. Cathy took his semi erect cock into her mouth and then pulled Denise closer, "Watch me and then copy, ok" Denise nodded, eyes wide as if she was a child with a new toy. She was a quick learner and between kissing each other and sucking his cock, they soon had Ted close to orgasm. "Don't come Ted, I think we have a bonus for you." Cathy said She moved behind Denise and spread her legs, then she started with her tongue again, taking juices from her wet pussy and spreading it around her bum crack. Then she started to push her tongue into the crack as well. Denise was moaning and sucking at the same time, squirming her bum, pushing it onto Cathy's tongue. After a while when she thought Denise was ready Cathy sat on the settee and pulled Denise' head to her lap. Ted knew what was expected and as Cathy kissed Denise tenderly, Ted slowly pushed his erection into her tight virgin arse. As Denise let out a moan, he slowed a little, then pushed some more until he was all the way in. As he slowly pumped into her arse Cathy lifted her legs onto the settee and moved Denise' face till it was on her wet pussy. Slowly, Denise started to lick Cathy's throbbing clit making her moan with pleasure. Cathy and Ted watched each other as they used Denise to slake there lust. Every time Ted thrust into Denise her face would ram into Cathy's pussy, forcing Denise' tongue harder on to her clit. At this point neither Cathy nor Ted cared whether Denise was getting any pleasure or not, they were both moaning loudly and still looking at each other, as though it was a race. Then Ted started to speed up and Cathy felt her orgasm rising, she knew instinctively that it wasn't going to be major but right now any orgasm would be good, she let her body go limp and gave herself over to Ted's thrusting and Denise' tongue. When her orgasm came, it was like tidal water on a beach, rushing up, holding for a second, and then slowly ebbing away, it was more beauty than passion. She moaned long and hard which triggered Ted to his final thrusts and his jism shooting into Denise' arse. Denise' tongue was still working when Ted pulled out of her, she moaned as he withdrew, "Oh, I could have come, I swear I could have come." she said "Next time Denise." Ted said smacking her on the arse, "Next time." "Oh don't do that or I will come." Denise said without moving, her hands still resting on Cathy's knees. "Oh a pain lover." Cathy said and smiled at Ted who promptly slapped Denise again. "It would seem so." Ted said walking over to his clothes, "Let's see how much shall we?" Ted walked back with his leather belt and with a look at Cathy swung it hard across Denise' raised bum cheeks leaving red welts. "Arrhhh." Denis cried and gripped Cathy's legs. "Let me try." Cathy said and pushed Denise aside. Ted handed her the belt and Cathy swung it hard again on the raised buttocks, again Denise let out a cry but didn't protest. Cathy moved higher and her next stripe with the belt went across Denise' back, the end of the belt flipped under her body and whipped her naked tit's. "Arhhhhh. yes" Denise cried. Cathy done it twice more, once from each side so that both Denise' tits were throbbing with pain. They were all breathing heavily. "I think maybe it's time to go." Cathy said handing the belt back to Ted. Ted laughed and said, "You can be a right bitch sometimes Cat." Before Cathy could answer Denise moaned, "You should try it from where I am, I'll be dripping juice all day." Cathy laughed, "I didn't know you were into pain." she said "Neither did I till just now, or women or up the arse or anything else." Denise said, "Now all I keep think of is what else can I try." "Well to start with, no bra." Cathy said "And no pants" Ted added "Pants." Denise gasped, "No I cant, bra's fine but pants, no I can't." "Yes you can Denise." Cathy said, "Two hours, then see how you feel, no one can see can they, unless you want them to." she laughed "Oh fuck it why not." Denise said, "After what I've just done I might as well give it all a try, go on then." Ted was dressed by now so picked up Denise' bra and pants and as she looked put them in his pocket, "If you want them back you come to me, but you will have to ask very very nicely understand." "Of course Mr Heron sir." Denise mimicked, and gave a naked curtsy. She put on her skirt and the thin top, allowing Cathy to undo a couple of buttons and fuss a little. Once Denise was dressed, Cathy turned to Ted and said, "Well what do you think to the latest member of your harem Mr Heron sir." "Yes Cathy, you have done well, she look's good enough for a gang bang." He said. "I wouldn't put that passed you two either." Denise laughed "Neither would I." Ted said seriously, as he turned for the door. As the lift went up Ted helped himself to a good grope of both his girls and then left them as the door's opened. Denise was plainly nervous but Cathy pulled her along the corridor to their office and took her to the nearest man she could find. "So, what is Ian doing then Denise?". Denise looked over Ian's shoulder and went into a diatribe of what he was up to, Cathy grabbed her by the waste and pulled her alongside Ian so that she would have to lean over to go through the papers. Ian started to lose track of thing's and when Denise looked at him, she could see why, his eyes were glued to her swaying tits, she went to stand up but a firm hand on her back stopped her, she had no option but to continue when Cathy asked her another question. It didn't take long before Denise started to get wet, she was enjoying Ian's gaze, so much she even moved without reason just so her tit's would swing a bit more, she lowered her gaze to his crotch and was surprised to see a bulge, a throbbing bulge. "Ok then Ian, well done." Denise said, but couldn't help adding, "Keep it up." It was only then that she realised that Cathy had moved her hand and was walking away, she ran to catch up with her ignoring her bouncing tits. "Bitch." Denise said, "I'm all bloody wet again." "So you won't be wanting your bra back then?" Cathy asked "Hmm, I might ask for it back but, no, I wont be wearing it. "she said "Ian has lunch at his desk, maybe you should re-examine his work while he eats." Cathy said, "But sit on his desk this time." "Sit" Denise said, "Why?" "So he can look up your skirt you silly cow." Cathy laughed. "Noo, I can't." Denise giggled. "Denise, Ian is harmless and he's new." Cathy said, "He is also very young, give him a thrill now and he will be your loyal puppy forever, who knows one day you might even fuck him." "Your terrible you are." she said, but she didn't say no. At lunchtime, Cathy and Ted were leaving for there Belgium trip. As they left, Denise was sitting on Ian's desk while he did his best not to look up her skirt, Cathy walked over and said, "Everything ok Denise?" "Oh yes Cathy everything's fine." Denise replied with a smile, "Have a good trip." "We will." Cathy said, "Oh and by the way, you need a shave." "Oh, sorry." Ian said "Not you, her." Cathy said as she burst out laughing. "Cathy!" Denise cried. Cathy looked at Ian who was bright red as she joined Ted by the door, "Bye Denise, see you next week." She was still laughing as she got in the lift. As the lift closed, Cathy said "Well Mr Heron sir, how did I do, did I serve you well sir." she was still laughing. "Yes Cat." Ted said sternly, "You did very well. I have to admit I was a bit confused to begin with, when you asked for the keys but the penny dropped in the end. I had no idea that Denise fancied me, she will be a useful addition to our exclusive team, who knows I might even get you two to put a show on for some of our more illustrious clients. "I thought you might say that." Cathy said with a broad smile. Six hours later, they were unpacking in there Brussels hotel. They were in adjoining suits and while they were unpacking, Ted opened the adjoining door so they could discuss the following day's agenda, popping in and out as he did so. "We have a meeting with Madrans directors in the morning and dinner with them in the evening. Wednesday we are meeting with Expelex and if that goes well we could be on our way home for Thursday instead of Friday so keep your fingers crossed. Cathy had read the files and knew what to expect and what was needed. While neither account was that big, she knew that each one was worth a lot of money to her in bonuses so she meant to do everything possible to win the account. Through out dinner and in fact throughout that whole night Ted was the perfect gentle man. No slave no master no sex, well just a bit of teasing the waiter but that was by Cathy's choice, he was good looking though, and young, and fit. The following morning they breakfasted and drank coffee till the Madrans car arrived for them. The two main directors greeted them. Henri was young, while Stefan looked a bit older, his mannerism's were a bit olde worlde, but this was all new territory to Cathy, she had no idea how people spoke or acted outside of foreign holiday resorts. The meeting went well and it was obvious that both men liked what they heard and liked what they saw even more, namely Cathy, who was all smiles and charm. They agreed to meet for dinner that evening and Ted and Cathy spent the rest of the day sightseeing and doing some shopping. Ted kept on saying how they both fancied her to which Cathy said "As long as they sign they can fancy whoever they want." That evening when Ted walked into Cathy's room to collect her he took a sharp breath, "You look absolutely stunning." he said "Why thank you kind sir" Cathy said, spinning around, "Not too much then." She was dressed in a full length chiffon dress, it had folds in all the correct places, just enough to hide the fact that she wore neither pants or bra, unless you were close that is but not hiding the fact that she wore stay up's. Ted smiled "Perfect." Then crooking his elbow he added "Shall we." Cathy hooked her arm through his and they went down to the restaurant. The maitre D called a waiter who showed them to their table. Before they had ordered a drink, their guests arrived. The meal went really well, Cathy was totally relaxed and thankfully Henri and Stefan both spoke perfect English. As the restaurant started to thin out a bit Ted stood up. "I do hope you will excuse me, it has been a long day and I'm not as young as I used to be, Cat will see to all your needs," he said looking her straight in the face, "won't you Cat?" His meaning was unmistakable, he was telling her to fuck them, if that's what they wanted. It wasn't what she wanted, not by order anyway. "Well it has been a long day." she said, standing up, "I think I will retire as well, it's been nice meeting you both and I hope we will see a lot more of each other." As she said it, she held out her hand to them. Henri took it and said, "It has been a pleasure, I am sure we will see much more of you." He kissed the back of her hand and said, "I will call you in the morning after the board meeting and let you know what they say." Stefan smiled at her as she turned to leave. It was obvious that Ted was angry but he remained silent until they got into the lift, "What the hell are you doing, don't you know how much that account is worth." "Yes Ted," Cathy fumed, "I know exactly how much, but I thought we had a deal, I won't fuck to order Ted not anymore." Ted sucked in his breath and calmed himself down, "Yes." he said, "we do have a deal, I made a mistake." He was still angry when the lift stopped and still angry as he slammed his door shut. Cathy was pleased, even though he was angry, she had stood her ground, now he would have to be understanding of her feelings. She undressed and went to bed. The following day went pretty much as expected. Explex agreed terms there and then thanks to Cathy's ground work and Henri had phoned and confirmed that they too would sign their contract so all business was complete by midday and they returned to the hotel. As they entered the lobby a short fat seedy looking man in a dishevelled suit approached them, "Ted, how are you what you doing here in Belgium," he said "how long you here for" Ted looked surprised, "Marcus, god how long has it been." he said, "We go back tomorrow." "No!" Marcus said looking at Cathy with beady eye's, "You gotta come for dinner, tonight, in the penthouse, both of you, lets say seven thirty, penthouse, gotta go, later's." and before Ted could say anything else Marcus ran out the door and into a cab. "Who on earth was that." Cathy asked. "That was Marcus. An old friend" Ted smile, "Don't let appearances fool you, he is a very successful film producer, and very mean so dinner is an honour believe me." There was five hours before there dinner date so Ted and Cathy did a bit of site seeing and then returned to the hotel with plenty of time for a rest before they got ready. Cathy had a long soak and then again dressed to impress. This time she wore a white woollen crochet mini dress and stay up's. The dress was so short her stocking tops were clearly visible and the holes displayed her breasts to there fullest, nipples on display and the triangle between her thighs on full view, As she looked in the full length mirror in her room, she looked at it and said, "A successful trip and no sign of you." "No?" came the reply "So why are you dressed like me, like a whore?" "It's my choice." she replied to her reflection, "Not yours. Ted knows where he stands now, he won't try anything again" "You sad slut, do you really believe that?" "I make the rules now." she said and moved away from the mirror, retreating from the voice in her head. "I make the rules." she said again, without her previous conviction. "Perfect, just perfect." Ted said, making Cathy jump, "Again you look stunning, truly stunning." "Why thank you kind sir." Cathy said with a smile, hoping he hadn't heard her talking to herself. Ted crooked his arm and Cathy took as they headed for the lift The lift went straight up to the penthouse. As Cathy stepped out of the lift Marcus was waiting for them, his eye's jumped out of his head, which was running up and down Cathy's body like a mower over grass, back and forth back and forth. "Fuck me but your stunning." he said grabbing her by the arm and leading her to the bar, "What's your poison." Pulling herself free of his grasp she said, "Vodka ice please." While he poured her drink, she glanced around the penthouse. It was huge and surprisingly tidy. The only tools of his trade she could see was a camera on a tripod in one corner, but the rest of the room was clean and tidy, which was more than could be said for Marcus who was dressed in shorts and a T shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed for months. "Here" Marcus said thrusting a glass into her hands, "Take a seat while I have chat with Ted." Cathy felt herself getting angry, she didn't like being ignored, she glanced over to them and saw them looking at her, she finished off her drink and went to get another. "That's it you help yourself, dinner will be here soon." Marcus shouted. So she helped herself and then helped herself again before Ted joined her. "Sorry about that just talking over old time's, you know what it's like." "It seems I'm not needed maybe I should go." Cathy said disgruntled. "No, don't worry it wont happen again I promise." Ted said "You have to allow me to at least show you off, as per our agreement of course, relax have fun. Get you another" Ted took Cathy's glass without waiting for a reply. Marcus came over and sat next to Cathy, so close he was squashing her in the arm of the settee. "You're a looker you are." he said, "Ever been in films, you certainly got the body for it, nice tit's nice arse nice...." "Marcus!" Ted said, "Cathy is not available right now ok so back off you lecher." "Oh sorry mate." Marcus said moving enough for Cathy to breath, "Didn't know you too were at it like." "Marcus...." Ted started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. As Marcus went to the door Cathy stood up, "God what a creep" she said. "Yes," Ted said I'm afraid he can be like that when he has a new project going, it puts him on a high I think." Cathy looked over to the door as four waiters each pushed a trolley into the apartment all laden with food, another waiter carried a tray of drink's in and then went over to the large window and stood with his hands behind his back. 'Probably waiting to serve' Cathy thought. The other waiters did the same, waiting by the door. "Cathy you sit here, Ted you can sit next to me." Marcus said, "Let's get this party on the road." Cathy was sitting with her back to the room, the waiter's behind her. "So what is your new film about then." Cathy said. Marcus looked at her with those slimy eyes and said, "Well maybe Ted should give you the details." his face was all leering slime as he ran his eye's over her body. She was beginning to wish she had dressed differently, in fact, he was beginning to make her feel dirty. "Well," Ted said, "It's about this woman who gets ideas above her station." Cathy Ch. 04 Chapter 4 - Swinger's Island Cathy had enjoyed her trip to Prague, the friend of her professor had been old and fat, but she had loved him taking advantage of her, she liked being controlled. The control factor turned her on and she came very hard when she was made to do things she ordinarily wouldn't, especially with an older man. She had not told her boyfriend of her orgy the professor had made her participate in, or the friend in Prague she had submitted to, but he had been there the one time the old couple in the park had seduced the both of them and she could see how it turned him on to see her fucked by another man. She hoped that the couple would keep the film they'd made of her private, she hadn't told him about that episode, but her pussy tingled thinking about it, even the man's fat slob of a brother had fucked her. She hated to admit it, but their sex life had become hum drum, they had been planning a trip to a remote island, she hoped that would put the zing back in their sex life. She found a website that offered a 10 day trip to a remote Greek island, she was shocked at how inexpensive it was, the pictures were beautiful, she talked him into it, though with the small price, it didn't take much talking. She made their reservations online and they both made their plans to go, she was looking forward to a quiet time to help them fall back into the lust they seemed to have put on hold. She received a packet in the mail and both of them signed the papers without even reading them and returned them with the payment, the tickets came a few days later. It was a charter plane, everyone on it was enroute to the island resort, Cathy noticed that she was the youngest woman there, all the others were middle aged and seemed to glare at her . The plane made several stops throughout Europe to pick up passengers, then finally they were on their way, landing near dark on the tiny island. There was a greeting party, where everyone had drinks and then were shown to their rooms, she watched as the charter plane left with the previous guests and she settled into bed with her boyfriend. The trip had been a long one, with all the stops, she drifted to sleep, her boyfriend was reading the welcome packet as she slept. Cathy woke up the next morning refreshed, she woke her boyfriend and they went for breakfast, she noticed all the middle aged men ogling her at breakfast and could also see the women glaring at her, it made her a bit uncomfortable. After breakfast, they went back to the room and she had the urge to blow her boyfriend, she attacked him as the door shut and in no time had his cock in her mouth, relishing the taste and feel of it as she fucked him with her mouth, wanting to taste and swallow his cum, it had been a long time. He grabbed her head and began fucking her face, his cock entering her throat as he became more urgent with his face fuck, then he shot off into her mouth and throat and she shivered as his cum slid down her throat. He pulled up his shorts, after she had left his cock empty and clean, then he told her they needed to talk, she felt dread at what he might say, she was hoping he was going to return her favor, she could feel the dampness in her pussy and longed for the feel of his tongue on it, but he seemed so serious, so she sat on the sofa and he sat next to her. "Cathy, I read the welcome packet last night, while you slept," she stared at him, wondering where this was leading, "There are some provisions in there that we hadn't anticipated. After reading them, I understand now why this trip was so inexpensive." Cathy still had no idea what he was talking about, what 'provisions' was he referring to? "Cathy, this is a swinger's island and the rules are very explicit," he picked up the packet and began to read," Each female guest shall submit, without question, to any male guest at his discretion. She must comply with his demands for sex, in any manner he wishes to include, oral, vaginal or anal, she is not permitted to refuse. The documents you signed prior to ticket issuance, detailed this and if you refuse, you will be forced to pay the full price of the package, an amount equal to six times the fees paid, you will also be segregated from the group and kept by yourself until the end of the trip. The time set aside for sex is from 8 pm until 3 am, at which time clothing shall not be worn by anyone, additionally, sex may only occur in public areas, all rooms will be locked between these hours and access will not be granted for any reason. Bedding will be put out in public areas at 8 pm and removed at 3 am, no female is exempt from sexual participation, including staff." Cathy sat there in disbelief, what had they gotten into? They couldn't refuse, there was no way they could pay the fees, her boyfriend read more, "There is no way off the island, except to swim. The plane will return in 10 days to take you home, there are no boats. You are free to enjoy all the amenities of the island and this trip is all inclusive. The first sex night will start at 8 pm on your first full day and there will be a meeting at the pool to get acquainted and allow the men to choose partners, in addition to choosing whomever they wish to have sex with, chaperones will circulate to ensure compliance." Cathy sat in silence, her mind reeling from the information she was absorbing, her boyfriend rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck, trying to alleviate her apprehension at what they had gotten into. She didn't notice at first, when his hands had moved down the front of her body and under the loose top, kneading her small tits as her nipples hardened. The rules were forgotten, as he had her on her back and her shorts off, all she thought about was his talented tongue on her clit as she arched her hips up to meet his tongue. As his tongue danced on her clit, her body shuddered in an orgasm, her thighs locking around his head, as he was treated with her own copious fluid release. He moved up and they cuddled as they kissed and she tasted herself on his tongue, secretly, she wondered if she could control herself when she was forced to give her body to a stranger, her boyfriend was unaware of how much being used turned her on, especially older men. Everywhere they went during the day, she saw the older men ogle her, she felt like she was on display and she was. Her boyfriend had convinced her to wear the skimpy bikini she had brought, it was pale white with blue flowers and really accented her features. They had gone to the pool first, but after she felt herself getting wet from all the attention, they moved to the beach, it wasn't any better there. She enjoyed the men looking, but hated their wives glaring attention, she couldn't help it older men turned her on and vice versa, but she was a bit smug, knowing she had a better body than any other woman there, not to mention half their ages. She and her boyfriend frolicked in the surf, she tried to tune out everyone but him, but it wasn't easy, each time she lost her focus for a moment, she saw some older man staring at her and made her wet all over again, it was a good thing they were in the water. After the swimming, they went back to the room, she was so horny she practically raped her boyfriend, they lay in bed afterwards and dozed off. They were awakened by a loud rap at the door, "Everyone needs to report for dinner and the games, no clothing allowed. The rooms must be vacated in 30 minutes, they will be locked for the duration of the game period." They both jumped into the shower, they were apprehensive about going out the door nude, but that was the rules, her boyfriend ogled her perfect ass as it moved before him towards the dining room. She surveyed the room and every man that was still standing got a raging hard on as soon as they saw her tight, young body and especially her firm taut tits, her nipples had become painfully hard. She looked over the men, gauging their sizes and wondering which one she would get first, she looked at her boyfriend and he was only semi hard, she had hoped an older woman might catch his fancy. She tried hard to hide her enthusiasm, she didn't want him to know how much just the thoughts of what was going to happen was turning her on. As she looked around, she had the gaze of nearly every horny old fucker there and it felt like she was on the auction block of a slave trader and these men seemed to be bidding on her with their eyes. They ate in silence, the food was good, but she only picked at it, the stirring down below was not her stomach, but her pussy, as she took another bite. She turned and looked at the clock behind them, it was almost 8, she wondered who would be the first one to take her body for their own pleasure. Her boyfriend stood and went to the bathroom, he had barely gotten inside when the clock struck 8 and an old German man was tapping her on the shoulder. "I want to fuck you," he said in a heavy accent, then he took her by the hand and led her to a nearby bed, she saw the disappointment in other men's eyes. His eyes were on her perfect ass as they made their way to the bed and as they reached it, he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around, a hand encompassing a small taut tit as he moved his lips to hers. Cathy didn't respond at first, but as his tongue probed her closed lips, she slightly opened them and let him inside, his other hand was now running across her tight belly and downwards. He made a gesture with his hand against her thighs and she unconsciously spread her legs, his finger traced her labia as their kiss intensified, she knew how wet she was and felt slightly embarrassed, but his hands and tongue quickly forced that aside as she found herself trying to penetrate herself with his finger. She moved her own hand down and grasped his hard cock, marveling at the smooth texture and more than normal size, as she stroked it, wiping his precum down the shaft as lubrication. He pushed her slightly and she eased down on her back on the bed, she never let go of his anxious cock, he broke their kiss and eased between her legs, as she stroked him and pulled him towards her wet pussy. He grasped her ankles and put them on his shoulders as he settled into her tight, little pussy, an inch at a time, until he had sank to the hilt and had her knees pressed back to either side of her tits. "Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" she found herself half shouting as his cock pulsed in her passage and he began to withdraw, then reseat himself, building a tempo, she could hear the sucking sounds of her overly wet pussy as he pounded her. Cathy clawed at his back, urging him to fuck her harder, as her own orgasm built and she felt the warmth overtaking her, his big, hairy balls slapping at her pink asshole as he drove deeper and harder with each thrust. He bent down and bit a rock hard nipple and that sent her over the edge as her pussy struggled to hold on to the pistoning cock and her moans dried her mouth. Her orgasm contributed to his as she felt squirt after squirt from his rigid cock, she rolled her head from side to side and stopped as her orgasm ebbed, to see her boyfriend, as he watched the old German pump his load into his girlfriend and she seemed to love it. Cathy saw that his cock was hard, was this getting him excited? Could it be that he enjoyed watching another man fuck her and fill her with his cum? "Danke," the old man said as he finally got the strength to get up, she could feel his cum running down the crevice to her ass as he pulled out, she wanted to give her boyfriend a blowjob, but an old Frenchman was in right behind the German, but he immediately began to eat her, cleaning out the other man's cum with his tongue, something she had never experienced before. He had talent and she soon felt herself edging towards another orgasm, he knew just what to do and in no time she was squirming and thrusting up towards his mouth, he popped a finger in her ass and she exploded in an intense orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, she felt drained and flopped back on the bed, he straddled her chest and held his hard cock to her lips, she opened her mouth and he began to face fuck her, she could see her boyfriend watching intensely as the Frenchman buried his cock in her mouth. Her strength was very low, she mainly just lay there as he fucked her mouth, then he spewed his load into her mouth and she struggled to swallow it all down. He withdrew and a string of cum pulled out with him, breaking and landing on her chin, she looked to see her boyfriend, busily fucking an older Italian woman in the ass, the sight turned her on. Even though he was plowing into the woman's ass, his eyes were glued on her and her cum stained face, he fucked the older woman with a ferocity, she wondered if what he saw turned him on or made him angry. The Italian woman was in the throes of a huge orgasm, her hand busy on her pussy as he tensed and sent wave after wave pouring into her clenched ass, the sight made Cathy want an orgasm like that. She was still pretty drained, but another man stepped up to her bed, wanting to fuck her, he grabbed her ankles and shoved them up and out as he lined up with her visibly red pussy and then drove all the way in with one stroke, causing a sharp intake of air which burned her lungs with its ferocity. The Frenchman had dried her pussy out with his oral fixation on it, at least near the entrance and once this new man had coated his cock with the remaining cum deep inside, it hurt much less as he pistoned in and out, his balls slapping her ass. Cathy looked over and her boyfriend was making the Italian woman suck his cock clean, but staring at her again. The man rocking in and out of her tight pussy let her ankles go and was kneading her small tits, she could feel herself getting excited once again and watching her boyfriend make the older Italian woman clean his ass coated cock was spurring her on. An orgasm exploded from deep inside her, milking the man's cock as she spasmed on it, but he held out, then, as she came down, he pulled out and poised it at her tiny, puckered asshole and drove forward, she grimaced and cried out as he plunged into her tight ass all at once, her boyfriend stared at her, lust in his eyes. She wanted to suck her boyfriend's cock at the same time her ass was being skewered, but the rules allowed no contact with the person you came with during game hours, she grabbed the cock of an old Danish man and pulled it to her mouth, engulfing it as the other man fucked her ass hard. The feel of having two orifices filled at the same time drove her over the edge once more and in perfect timing, they both erupted in her in unison, her ass and her mouth sucked them both dry. There were several men standing near her, watching and waiting for their turn and taking two at once became second nature to her, she caught brief glimpses of her boyfriend with various older women, but he never took his eyes off of her, little did she know that her debauchery turned him on immensely and he took this out on many women, who were appreciative of his fierce fuckings. By the time 3 am arrived, she was totally exhausted and it was a struggle to make it back to their room, she had experienced so many orgasms, she'd lost count. As she struggled up the stairs, her boyfriend came up from behind and she was afraid that it was someone else wanting sex, but he calmed her and helped her back to the room and into the shower. She sat in a heap on the shower floor, while he washed her, as he bent to clean out between her legs, his cock was at her head level and she sucked on it, when he came, she swallowed instinctively, then passed out, he dried her and carried her to the bed. When she awoke, her entire body ached and she still had the taste of cum in her mouth and cum oozed from between her legs, she wondered if her boyfriend was mad at her, but she was scared and excited that her second night might be more intense than her first. Her boyfriend brought her food and orange juice and they discussed the previous night, although he was a little apprehensive at first, he admitted that seeing her used by so many guys turned him on, she reached into his shorts and found his cock as hard as iron just from their talking. Even though her body felt tortured, she asked him to fuck her and as his hard cock pierced her tender labia, her mind soon was lost in bliss once more. Cathy Ch. 04 Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy ch 01, 02, 03" by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other parts. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right. I awoke the next day, early this time... tasks around the house, and a writing deadline looming before me. As a work-at-home writer, you have to be somewhat self-directed. Actually, deadlines are a good thing: it means that a paycheck is in the offing. I'd finished a pot of coffee, and nearly completed a new chapter when there was a loud knock on the door. I pulled the door open to see... Linda –this time pushing her way straight on, and past me into my apartment. "Well, Hello, Linda..." I stammered. "What's up?" "Jim, my asshole husband didn't pay the gas bill, and our apartment's cold, and there's no hot water. I figured that after yesterday, well... I figured that you might let me take a shower?" "Of course you can," I answered, taking a long look at her, as my cock began to swell again. Tight shorts, YES. Very tight T-shirt, YES with no hint of a bra, and in her cold state, very erect nipples pushing up against the thin fabric. YES. "Of course you can..." I answered again. "It's just down the hall, on the left." "No, show me..." Linda replied as she grabbed my hand, tugging me down the hall. I could only gasp as I watched her ample hips, swollen with her pregnant form danced side-to-side as she pulled me down the hall. "Oh this is nice," Linda said as she turned on the light. "But... there's a very high step-over into this shower, could you help me?" With her awkwardly pregnant form, I had to admit that she had a point. Nearly 9 months along, the swell of her belly would make it difficult to maneuver into the jetted tub of my shower. "Help me," Linda said as she turned to me, pressing her swollen pregnant form against me. "Help me..." as she reached to grab my hands, guiding them to the bottom of her T-shirt, and then guiding me to grasp the shirt up, and over the top of her head. It fell to the floor. Her bare breasts swayed as she dropped her arms. Linda looked me straight in the eye as she skimmed off her shorts and panties. There before me was a very naked, and very pregnant goddess. My cock was straining against my pants, which Linda immediately solved by pulling the buckle and sliding my pants down my legs. "I think..." Linda gasped as she knelt before my very erect cock... "I think you need a shower too. And maybe more." Shucking my clothes and stepping into the warm spray of the shower, I began soaping Linda's back, as she leaned forward, bracing against the tiles of the shower. With each stroke of my soapy caress, she bent lower... finally pushing her ass against me, swaying against my cock with each stroke of my hands. "Help me," Linda groaned as she grasped my cock, and guided it to her swollen nether lips. A gentle thrust, and I was in her. Another thrust and I was fully within her, to the hilt as she twisted to push back against me. Time stood still as I moved within her. I was very near the edge of my spend, when Linda pulled forward, bracing up against the tiles of the shower. My cock fell from within her. Linda turned to look over her shoulder, locking my eyes as she said: "I want you the other way... I want you to finish the other way." Linda bent lower, reaching with both hands to pull her cheeks apart. There was no mistaking the invitation. I gently guided the tip of my cock to the swollen gape of her forbidden spot. With the water cascading from the shower, I gently worked the tip of my cock within her. Slow. Tight. Linda... so tight. Linda screamed as I pushed the full length of my wet cock inside her. "Do IT Jim," Linda screamed. Just a few more pushes, deep within her, and I lost all control, spending my seed up inside her ass. It was probably minutes later, when Linda and I stood again, the hot water streaming down over our trembling bodies. I turned to gently kiss Linda as I turned off the shower. And then help her step out of the shower. Very wet, very pregnant, very beautiful... and still struggling for balance as she grabbed a towel. I could only watch in spent exhaustion as Linda dressed, taking time to wink and smile with each garment. Her bra in particular: Linda took extra time to strap and adjust her breasts as she continued to look me in the eye. Licking her lips. Linda only paused a moment to blow me a kiss, and then stepped out, closing the door behind her. Collapsing on the couch, wondering what Linda might say to Cathy. Girls talk... who knows what tomorrow might bring? Cathy Ch. 05 Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy Series" by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other parts. Er, that makes sense, right? Right. I'd just finished dinner, and was settling down to practice my guitar when there was a knock at the door. Cathy: with a glass of wine in her hand. "Hi Jim..." as she passed me the glass. "Drink this... I have a favor to ask..." Of course, Cathy and I were beyond good friends at this point, and I walked her to the living room, helping her sit as she struggled with her pregnant girth. I sat facing her, and took a sip of the wine. It was good, in fact very good, a red wine of some sort. Sitting there, looking ethereal and very dewy, I could tell that Cathy was nervous by the way she fidgeted with the ends of her tawny blonde hair. I hoisted the glass in her direction. "What's up Cathy, you seem preoccupied," I asked as I took another swig of the wine. "Jim, I have to ask you something a little... out of the ordinary." she said. "How do you feel about kids?" Oh God, I thought to myself: Billy left her and she wants to move in with me. I could feel my palms start to get sweaty and my heart skipped more than a few beats. "The reason I ask is, I have this friend..." Another friend? Well, could be worse, I thought to myself. Cathy shifted nervously in her chair, struggling to find her very pregnant balance as she continued: "I've known her for a long time, and the other day over lunch I told her about the past few days, and how turned-on you are by pregnant women. She's single, a professional... actually a geologist. She's quite well off. And she's decided that she wants to be a single mom. And she asked me if you would... er, if you would be interested in helping her." I took another sip of the wine as her words finally came together to make sense: "You mean she wants me to..." "EXACTLY!" Cathy cut me short before I could continue. "I told her about you, your height, build, looks and all that, AND the fact that you're intelligent and that we know that you're 'clean', if you know what I mean. Maybe I shouldn't have... but I told her that for sure you would be interested." I finished the rest of that glass of wine with a single gulp. There was a long moment of silence as we both considered the situation. Cathy settled back in her chair as she continued: "There's more," she stated. "More?" I asked, incredulous. "Yes. There are certain rules about this agreement. She doesn't want to know who you are... and she doesn't want you to know who she is. This will be a one-off, one-time thing. Period." "Wait, Cath... I don't make love to Dixie Cups if that's what you're both after." Cathy almost smiled her response: "No! no, nothing like that! It's a bit more... personal than that, but I know you can get the job done, when she's in her fertile cycle." I softly stammered my reply to ask: "And when would that be?" "Tonight. Right now. Do you have any plans for the evening?" I looked over at my guitar. It could wait. I thought about how thrilling it would be to be with a woman who actually WANTED my sperm inside her. I thought about where this could lead in the future. Screw it. What I really wanted was to be inside of this incredibly beautiful and voluptuously pregnant woman in front of me: Cathy. But since I couldn't have that, why not have some fun? "So how do we do this? So we don't know or recognize each other?" "I figured you would be interested," Cathy laughed as she went on: "She and I have a plan. I put a blindfold on you, and drive you to her place... I'll walk you into her apartment, and take the blindfold off once you're inside. She'll also be wearing a blindfold, and will never see you. But I think it's only fair that you get to see her... she's quite attractive. And we've agreed that seeing her will help turn you on, to... um, you know..." Another awkward silence passed before Cathy revealed the rest of the plan: "There's one more thing... She's very... conservative, I guess, and with very limited experience with men. She wants the encounter to be 'memorable' – and I know you, as a writer, probably have some ideas about how to make the night VERY memorable for her. And she had some very specific ideas... no, what she really wants is fantasies, about the night that she got pregnant." I leaned forward to lock eyes with Cathy before I responded: "Such as?" "I left her place a few minutes ago..." Cathy's voice became lower, almost a whisper: "Right now, she's naked on her bed. Her wrists are tied to the bedposts, and she's blindfolded. I did that. And she's ready for you. If you say 'no' I'll go back and cut her loose, but if you say 'yes' – this may become quite an evening for the both of you." My mind raced with ideas: Oh my Gosh, a very sexy woman who wants to become pregnant, completely anonymous, and wants a Very Special Evening; an evening that I was responsible for, and she was already bound to her bed, ready and waiting. I asked Cathy: "And what's your part in this?" "I promised her that I would wait in the living room, and stop you if you did anything untoward. I'll bring a book to read. We've agreed on a 'safe word" for her to scream if she wants me to intervene." "Screaming?" I interrupted. "Oh, don't be silly, you'll do fine! I'll just let you have your way with her. I think you can make tonight very special for her." Cathy and I nodded in agreement. "Give me a half-hour to get ready," I asked, and with that, Cathy blew me a kiss as she stood to head out the door. WOW. What to do? I cleaned up and took a shower. I didn't have to dress up: she'll never see me; BUT... to make the evening memorable? I spent more than a few minutes stuffing a backpack with items for my ideas. Tonight, I'D be in charge for a memorable evening. Next, Cathy opened her car, directing me to the passenger seat. Then she tied a dark silk blindfold around my head. Starting the car and turning up the radio, she gassed it, pulling out of the driveway. In darkness, I felt the car pitch, turning right and left... no idea where she was going. I counted three songs on the radio before she slowed and parked. About a ten-minute drive, I guessed. Cathy guided me out of the passenger door, helped me to put on my backpack, and pulled my hand to direct me as I stepped awkwardly with the blindfold. "Be careful, there are some stairs, right here..." Finally, I heard the lock 'snap' as Cathy opened an apartment door, and she guided me inside. "Wait here, keep the blindfold on, I want to check with her..." Minutes passed, and I could hear muted voices in the next room, punctuated with one word for sure: "Yes," and then louder again: YES!" Next, I felt Cathy pulling the blindfold up over my head. I blinked to see the inside of the apartment. Very nice: real artwork on the walls, a big-screen TV connected to exotic and pricey hi-fi components, a Persian rug, and in the corner of the room, a wine rack. Very nice indeed. Even a fireplace, with a fire burning. The apartment was warm: almost too hot for wearing clothes. Cathy and her friend had planned this very carefully: yes, they had. "She's um...ready for you... the rest of the evening is up to you... right there in the bedroom. I think she's waited long enough, don't you?" Cathy said with a lewd giggle. I watched as Cathy settled down into the couch, drawing her feet up as she pulled a book from her purse. "I'll be here. You know the rules. She doesn't want to see you, or hear your voice, right?" I slowly stepped through the bedroom door to see: a room lit only by candlelight, with candles burning atop the dresser, nightstand, and almost every other shelf. On the queen-sized bed, centered along the far wall lay a very naked and voluptuous woman: arms tied wide to the bedposts above her, yet her legs closed chastely to conceal her most secret spot. I watched as she slowly rubbed her knees together... twisting against the bindings at her wrists. As promised, she was beautiful. I pulled off my clothes as I gazed at the swell of her breasts, rising and falling as she drew each breath. Naked, I crept onto the bed, and slowly introduced my hands to the skin of her belly, running my fingertips up her hips, and then slowing as I moved up to grasp her breasts. I heard her gasp as I pressed her breasts more tightly. Her skin felt like silk. Perfect. Moving down, I slid my hands back down along her sides, digging my fingernails into her hips, and then releasing to trace down along her thighs, finishing at her feet. Then starting again at her neck and shoulders, I massaged her skin, pausing at her breasts while I played lightly, so lightly with her now erect nipples. I blew hot breath on each one before I moved away to step off the bed. Before withdrawing from her platform, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: "You want this to be a special night? I'm here to make that happen for you..." "SHHH! Cathy promised there would be NO TALKING!" she hissed back, her breath now coming in deep waves that lifted her from the bed. Without a reply, I stepped off the bed, pulled open my backpack, dug around, and found what I was looking for: a pack of Swisher Sweets and my lighter. I settled back into the chair next to the bed, and lit a cigarette... drawing deeply, and then blowing the smoke in her direction. "What's that smell? What are you doing? You can't smoke in HERE!" she barked, as the sweet, aromatic smoke swirled around her form. "Shhhh..." I whispered, and continued: "No talking, remember?" I was getting very turned on at this point, just from the sheer feeling of control, and anonymity. I watched as she twisted again against the ropes tied to her wrists, and then... she nodded her head as her long body relaxed into her bonds, only, this time, with her legs visibly more apart. Was she inviting me? When I finished my smoke, I dug into my backpack for: a white satin sheet, and a bag of clothespins. And, oh yes: a pair of scissors. I could feel a sly grin steal over my face as I approached her. Opening the bag with the satin sheet, I moved to the foot of the bed. With a shake and a flip, I was able to throw it completely over her naked form, head to toe. She was now completely covered with the sheet. I felt my loins stir as it settled around her ample curves. An audible and very sensuous breath escaped her lips. I heard another gasp as I moved quickly, using the clothespins to cinch the sheet tight along the edges of her bed. With each new pin, I pulled the fabric of the sheet tight over the top of her. The sensation of the cold satin against her bare skin made her lie still, but her arousal was visibly clear: her nipples grew to firm peaks against the silky fabric, cinched tight across her breasts. I then heard her whisper: "Wh.. What are you doing to me?" I moved to her ear to whisper my reply: "Shhhh... No talking, remember?" And yes: she remembered, as she nodded her reply beneath the sheet. Running my hands over the tips of her nipples, I paused over each; grasping them thumb-and-finger to carefully twist each nipple taut against the fabric. Each twist pulled a gasp from her as she arched her back toward the sensation. I pulled the fabric of the sheet up and away from her left nipple, and grabbed the scissors to make one quick snip, making a circular hole in the sheet. I did the same for her right nipple. Once done, I watched both nipples swell, growing hard from exposure to the cooler air. Simple as that: two perfect circles cut through the fabric of the satin sheet, exposing the swollen nipples of her arousal. Using the same scissors, I moved down to make three quick snips at the sheet to expose the vee between her legs. Feeling me between her legs, she began to squirm to resist, but then paused to lay still as I finished the third cut. And then I pulled away the thin fabric to expose her sex: now very clearly and sopping wet. I could not resist running a finger teasingly along her slit. Circling first at the top, and then moving down, and finally thrusting a finger inside her. "Ohhh..." she gasped. "Shhh..." I replied softly, as I pulled my finger away. There was still not a word or a sound from Cathy, sitting one room away, reading her book. Next, I pulled another two clothespins from my backpack, and then moved to lie along beside her. I then kissed the tip of her right nipple; slowly circling my tongue around its swell while my hand pinched, then released the other. Gently now, I clipped a clothespin over her right nipple horizontally, and then moving quickly, did the same to her left. Both nipples swelled dark against the wooden pinch. I bent my head to use the tip of my tongue to lick the tip of each nipple, swollen, bulging like small balloons against the top of the pins. She squirmed beneath me, bound tight by the satin sheet, but she clenched and did not make a sound except for her deep and rapid breath. Curious now, I used one hand to alternately pinch and release each pin as I gently stroked her dripping clitoris. So close, I thought. So very close, but not yet. With a twist, I removed both of the clothespin clips, and stepped away to light another cigarette. I leaned forward over her form to recklessly blow the smoke at her. "I n-need, I need.." she whispered, I approached the bed again, lowering my mouth close to her ear: "soon" I whispered back. Time for phase two. From my trusty bag I pulled the last of my "surprises", a small vial that had been left behind by a former lover. I had held onto it for quite a while now and hoped it still had some of its potency. I climbed onto the bed and sat on my legs between the splay of her thighs. I uncapped the bottle and squeezed to push drops of its contents onto a finger. The spicy aroma still emanated from the yellowish oil. I reached between her legs and with small, delicate circles began to rub the oil lightly over her swollen clit. And then downward, just to the opening of her most private place. Within seconds the potion began its work. Without a sound, she began to writhe, and then pull tight against her wrists as I stroked her swelling clit harder and more rapidly. Soon, she was heaving and bucking against the bed, begging for release. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind and to the left of me next to the bed. Startled, I looked up and in the candlelight could see the swollen curves and now amber hair of Cathy, standing completely naked at the side of the bed. She held her finger to her lips indicating I should say nothing. "Don't stop!" the writhing woman on the bed called out. Immediately I resumed my hard, rapid movements, twisting my fingers into her womanhood. Cathy looked on, quietly panting and fingering herself: best she could with her huge swaying breasts and belly in the way. Soon, it was too much for all of us. Cathy collapsed quietly into the chair next to the bed, resuming the movements of her own fingers, gliding over her sex. Fantasies aside, my cock was harder than it had ever been, and was begging for relief. I stopped rubbing this woman's throbbing, swollen vagina and lowered myself onto her. She splayed her legs even wider underneath the sheet, anticipating my intent, as I guided the tip of my cock between her swollen lips. She was slick inside from her own juices, and thrust against me as I moved to slide into her. With the second stroke, I lost control, and began stroking full-length into her. I then turned to see Cathy, and locked her gaze with mine. With each stroke, I felt the vixen beneath me clench against my cock, eager to pull my seed. The woman beneath me lifted her legs, ripping the pins from the corners of the bed, and wrapped her legs around my back. The satin-smoothness of the sheet glided between us, still covering her form as I increased my thrusts, my eyes still holding Cathy's. Each time I thrust into this mystery woman, she pulled and twisted against the bindings of her wrists, yet clenched her legs around my back, pulling me deeper into her. Tighter and tighter, her legs pulled high around the small of my back, clenching me into her as she drew closer to filling her need. Her naked nipples grazed against me as I neared my spend and she began to cry out in release... just as Cathy began to silently writhe in her chair. Cathy's juices were now flowing freely down her slit as she came... her gaze still locked on mine. My explosion was next and rocked me. I cried a deep growl as the waves pulsed through my entire being. I felt my balls contract as each salvo of my seed spent into this mystery woman's deepest fertile spot. All the time, my eyes were still locked on Cathy. Finally, drained and weak, I gently kissed her through the sheet as Cathy silently exited the room. Breathless. Exhausted and spent, I rolled alongside the woman I would never see or know. The sheet was soaked with our sweat, though her nipples still protruded lewdly through the holes that I'd cut. The bottom of the sheet was a tangle amidst the splay of her legs. She tugged gently at the bindings at her wrists, twisting toward me: "You should go now, and thank you. This is... a night that I'll remember always. Oh: and tell Cathy that we're done." I dressed and collected all but the satin sheet... perhaps a keepsake for this 'mystery lady' to remember when becoming pregnant? And then I stepped back to the living room to find Cathy now dressed and holding her bag. After an awkward pause, she finally spoke. "You finished? Ready to go?" Cathy asked meekly. "Because if you are, it's late... I didn't think you would take this long... I'll have to go cut her loose, yes?" Minutes later, Cathy closed the bedroom door behind her, and silently led me to the front door; yet another awkward pause from this woman whom I regarded as more than my best friend. "That was... intense," Cathy whispered as she kissed me on my cheek. "There's a very happy woman in there." Cathy then held up the blindfold: "Rules are rules: time to go," as she pulled it down over my eyes, and then guided me out the door, back to her car. The silent ride home seemed to take forever. Once parked, Cathy pulled the blindfold from my eyes. "Did you have a good time tonight?" she asked. A wicked grin spread across my face with a reply: "Yes, and you?" No reply. We walked back to our apartments, and Cathy turned to embrace me again before she entered hers: "You know... I have other friends...." she said. "No, Cathy..." I whispered, reaching out to take her face in my hands, and then with the gentlest of kisses said... "No more friends, it's YOU, or nothing." With a moment of awkward silence, I then turned and walked to my door and, without looking back, stepped in to close the door behind me. Alone. Without Cathy. Cathy Ch. 06 Note: this is a continuation of the story "Cathy Series" by antlerBoy. It works okay as a stand-alone story, but will make more sense if you read the other parts. Er, yeah, that makes sense, right? Right. If you like this story, please enter a vote for it (how you rate it, scale one to five). That's the only way I know if anyone likes this stuff. And please leave comments, public or private. Should I continue this series? I have my own fantasies, but maybe yours could become a part of this series? Let me know, and thank you. --antlerBoy --------------- All the next day was uneventful, save for the memories of Cathy's arranged encounter from last night. I'd worked the day, spent some time straightening the apartment, and then cooked and finished dinner alone. I mean, if blasting a pre-fab dinner in the microwave counts as 'cooking', well, I did that. I had just settled down to practice my guitar. It was just after 9pm when my cell phone 'chirped' with its text-message tone: Cathy: " MEET AT ANTOINES RESTAURANT 10:15 PLS YES OR NO." I texted back "SURE." A moment later, my cell phone 'chirped' with her reply: "OK BYE." And then sat back to think ... huh? Why? Cathy had brought me some of the most amazing sexual encounters of my life, and all of it in just a few short days. "What does she have in mind now?" I thought again... why? Surely, any news, or any new "dates" could wait until tomorrow. Honestly, in the back of my mind, what I really wanted was Cathy. But I also knew she was a prize I knew that I could never have. Must be important, I thought to myself as I took a shower, and then scrambled to find clean clothes amidst clean piles of unsorted laundry. Sigh. I know I'll always be a bachelor. But I still wanted to look good for Cathy... for whatever the reason of this late-night meet. Antoines is a wanna-be upscale restaurant downtown. Great Sicilian food, prices a notch higher than they should be, and decorated with horrible faux-Italian artwork. It's run by an old-world family, so the service is always fast and friendly. And it's dark, and always quiet, except for the whisper-soft classical music playing from overhead speakers. How they stay in business when the place is always deserted is, well, something that is better not asked of Sicilians. Stepping inside, I straightened my tie and tugged my sleeves straight as I scanned the room... YES -- over in the corner was Cathy. In a booth, sitting across from a woman that I didn't recognize. I moved to take the seat next to Cathy. Turns out I was horribly overdressed: suit and tie, while Cathy and her friend wore workout-sweats, thin T-shirts, and windbreaker jackets that had been taken off, and piled in a heap at the corner of the booth. Both of them smiled brightly as I took a seat beside Cathy. "Jim, this is Janie, from my Lamaze class... Janie, this is Jim." Janie rose from her seat, extending a hand in greeting. I motioned her back down as I gently shook her hand in greeting. I noted as she began to stand, that the swell of her pregnant form pulled up over the edge of the table. Not far along... maybe 4 months. In a word: Janie was magnificent. Early 20's, long blonde trusses of hair to just below her shoulders. Perfect skin, and piercing blue eyes. And... well okay, frankly: she had large breasts. Now I never miss details like that... but these breasts were not details: they were high on her chest, round and large, and were pressed tightly into a bra. A black bra, where the outlines of the straps and cups clearly showed from beneath her off-white shirt. A pleasant hour passed as the three of us laughed over small talk: the latest movies, the antics of Charlie Sheen and more. Cathy finally turned to me, and motioning at Janie said: "Janie and I met at the Lamaze class... and she has, well... told me some things. That's why I invited you here tonight. Janie, don't be shy... Jim's a friend. Tell him." Underneath the table, Cathy dragged her fingertips up and down my thigh as she awaited her friend's reply. My cock instantly responded to her touch. Janie looked down at the table, her shoulder-length blonde hair almost hiding her face. "Well, I'm single, I guess. At least I am now. My ex-boyfriend got me this... way. When he learned that I was preggers... well, that's the last I ever heard from him. Serious. He skipped town, and even our friends don't know where he is. And Cathy tells me that... well, you're a good listener." Janie rose her eyes from the table, meeting mine as she continued: "I don't know what else to say: it's just really nice to meet you." A tear formed on Janie's cheek as she finished her words. With a smile, I reached across the table to brush away that tear, and just then: Cathy's cell phone rang. Her twist to grab it out of her purse broke the moment, but I continued to lock my eyes into Janie's growing smile. So intent on Janie, I only caught a few words of Cathy's conversation on the cell phone: "Yes. Right... Are you sure? Is there anyone else..." Words like that. Janie then scooted out from her seat, and dabbed a napkin to her lips as she stood. "Sorry, when I'm like this, I have to go to the... well, you know." I watched as she walked to the back of the restaurant: her full hips and thighs pulled tight against her sweat pants. Sexy? Yes, oh yes. Minutes passed as Cathy continued her cell-phone conversation. I heard her urgent chat with pieces of sentences: "Yes, I understand... No... Yes... No Way!" and then finally: "I'll be there for you, don't worry..." and on and on. Janie returned from the lady's room, twisting into her seat to become comfortable, with the swell of her belly grazing against the table. Now before Janie left, she had been wearing a dark bra that had caught my attention. Well, okay, I'm a man who takes note of such things. But upon her return, that bra was very much gone. It was clear to see the sagging forms of breasts, swollen by her pregnancy, and two profound nipples straining against the fabric of her T-shirt. Janie shrugged her shoulders back as she moved to be comfortable at the booth. I could only gape in amazement, watching those nipples sway against the thin fabric, becoming harder and more pointed as she settled into her seat. Oh my. At this point my cock was at full attention, tight against my dress slacks. From this dreamy, erotic haze, I was awakened by the sound of Cathy slamming the cover of her cell phone. "Darn it!" Cathy barked. Turning to Janie, she continued: "That was Sally from our Lamaze class: she's going into labor, her husband is away, she's called all her friends, and I'm the only one left. I have to get down to the hospital NOW to help her. Darn it, she needs help... I have to go. Jim, can you drive Janie home?" I could only smile my reply, nodding to the both of them. Heh. To my surprise, under the table, I felt Janie's foot move to touch the inside of my leg. But without a flinch she almost giggled back to Cathy: "I think Jim will take me wherever I need to go." Cathy scurried out the door of the restaurant as I walked to the register and paid the bill. Then it was my pleasure to escort Janie to my car: opening the door, and helping guide her into the seat. I fired the engine. Janie turned as she tugged and struggled with the seat belt: "Since I started to 'show' these just don't fit around me anymore." With two more tugs, she gave up. "Help me." I reached behind her to find the belt, and pulled it taught, up over her shoulder, and then down over her belly. She was right: it was an awkward fit. As I adjusted the seat belt, my hands couldn't help but graze her nipples through her taught shirt. I was pretty sure that I heard Janie moan as I did that. Very softly, almost under her breath. The drive to Janie's apartment was only minutes, and I pulled and parked, jumping to help her out of the car. Just watching her step out, all of her so tight against her T-shirt and workout sweats was... almost more than I could take. Janie pulled my hand, and then turned to kiss me on the cheek. With a breath of a whisper in my ear, she said: "Walk me to my apartment, please?" As Janie unlocked the door to her apartment, she turned to me with a mischievous smile, grabbed me by my necktie, and pulled me inside with her. "Come on in," she giggled. "If you have a minute, I need a favor." She smiled as she motioned me down the hall to her bedroom. "It's in here." In the darkened room, she pointed to a lamp at the nightstand. "It doesn't work, maybe you can fix it? I'm no good at stuff like that. There's a spare bulb over there, somewhere." With that, Janie stepped from the room, leaving me puzzled in the darkened bedroom. I spent a minute fiddling with the bulb before I realized: the 'problem' was that the lamp had been unplugged. I restored the plug, and the bedroom filled with a soft light as Janie stepped back into the room. Naked. Except for a blindfold pulled tight over her eyes. Oh my. "This is the other part of the favor I need," she said, lazily running her fingertips over the swell of her belly, and then tracing up to circle the tips of her breasts. "Cathy tells me that you have quite an imagination." Janie stepped into the room with hands groping forward, feeling her way to the bedposts. "I'm already pregnant. And I like you." A moment passed as she twisted for balance against the bedpost, her ample breasts swaying. Her blindfold was tight: she couldn't see a thing. "You can do whatever you want with me. Just make it special. Different. If I get bored, I'm going to pull this blindfold and kick your sorry ass out of here, okay? Surprise me." My reply was with soft and measured words: "Get. Up. On the bed." "And touch yourself. I'll be right back." Janie silently nodded as she felt her way to climb onto the bed. Before I left the room, I took a long moment to admire her naked form as she moved to recline on the bed. I admired the tufts of blonde hair at the junction of her thighs, as she twisted her legs onto the bed. Most women now shave that spot, but it was my delight to admire her natural form. Her swollen breasts rolled as she moved against a pillow. The lush curves of her hips as Janie twisted onto the bed. All the while, she kept the blindfold tight. Janie couldn't see a thing. And she wanted it that way. Different? Hmmm... I had some ideas as I walked to the tidy kitchen of her apartment, clicking the lights on along my way. Different? Yes, oh my, yes. My arms were full of ideas when I returned to Janie's bedroom. To be continued...