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Zanthis Ring

By: m_storyman_x



The October day had turned out uncharacteristically warm, but John Winston didn't mind. As long as it wasn't rain he was more than willing to stand and wait for the auctioneer to get to the few boxes of odds and ends he had decided to try to purchase. He enjoyed his hobby, perusing through old boxes of junk and odds and ends at auctions and estate sales. He periodically found the odd treasure and hawked it on e-bay for enough to fund his unusual hobby. Today didn't look like it was going to have too many treasures in it, a few antique toys. He was always amazed at how much people would spend to get some old beat up toy that looked just like one they had thirty or more years ago as a kid.

It was only a few more hours before he had collected his boxes and headed home. At a dollar a box, he was easily in the black. There were a few old toys that would easily bring enough to cover the cost of the day. He carried the three boxes one by one into the den to dig through them. As he passed the kitchen the last time, he paused to see his wife Sue, emptying the dishwasher. She was wearing her usual floppy sweat pants and oversized t-shirt. It was a shame really, she had a very nice looking body, in fact, over the last twenty some years, it hadn't changed all that much. She was still thin and firm in all the right places, although even in her own estimation, a little light in the boob area. As John made his way to the den he thought back to how it had been so many years ago. They had a vibrant sex life, often playing around and experimenting. He had always loved the way she would walk around the house half dressed, just to tease him, until he finally had to take her wherever she may have been at the time. 

"Oh well." He sighed, shaking his head as he set the last box down. He wondered where that all went, and supposed that was the price of growing old. As the years passed, she had gotten much more prudish, now hardly even undressing in front of him in the bedroom. Gone were the days of casual sex outside or in some random room, as were sleeping naked or anything else that tended to turn him on.

He tried to push the thoughts from his mind as he sat down and began working through the first of the boxes. Much of what he pulled out of the box was going to head into the trash, but the pile of items for closer inspection was slowly growing. Down in the bottom of the box was an unusual ring. At first it didn't seem like much, but John was surprised at how heavy it felt. He had seen lots of antiques and was very familiar with how old silver looked, and this looked like very old silver with an extremely heavy coating of tarnish.

John set the ring aside and went back to the box, but was inexplicably quickly drawn back to it again. Picking the ring up, he rubbed on the stone set in the center of the garish piece of jerlery. The whole ring was almost an inch square, set as a large diamond shape on top of a wide band. Clearly it was intended for a large hand, possibly a man, but John didn't know of any man that would ever wear a piece like that. He looked at the stone and swore that he saw the dark green swirl, but dismissed it as an illusion as he once again set it aside.

It only took a few minutes to sort through the remains of that box and the other two smaller boxes, leaving him with a nice sized pile of items to examine closer. Almost without thought he selected the ring once again, turning it over and over in his hands. The workmanship seemed exquisite, much more detailed and crafted than he had remembered seeing before. It only took a few quick dips in the tarnex to make it gleam again as if new. Under the magnifier bolted to the table he examined the strange piece of jewelry. He looked into the stone and again swore it was moving, the dark and light green swirling almost hypnotically. He shook his head, breaking eye contact with the unusual gem and examined the rest of the ring. It was carved with intricate detail, adorned in each corner of the diamond shape with a dragon. He noticed strange symbols inside the band as well as letters. It took several tries to make out the wording, not because it was unreadable, far from it, the lettering, as well as all the markings, were as crisp and clean as the day it was made. No, the reason was the strange combination of letters. Slowly he sounded it out," Zan-thris? No Zanthis! Zanthis? What an unusual word. Zanthis? A name maybe?" He was still turning it over in his fingers as his wife stepped behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder so as not to startle him too much.

Sue walked by the den on the way to the laundry room, noticing that her husband had returned from another of his junk collecting trips. She wondered what he saw in all that junk, spending much more time cleaning and inspecting other people's old junk instead of spending time with her. It was a frustration she just didn't know how to deal with. She shook her head in frustration as she moved the wet clothes from the washer into the dryer. "Doesn't he even see me anymore?" She asked herself aloud as she worked. It was a frustration, but the less attention he paid to her, the less she worked at trying to entice him. Now it seemed that the sex life they once had was all but dried up. She wondered why he stopped looking at her and trying to undress her. Sure, it had been difficult to find time to be amorous when the kids were little, and he always seemed to want to screw where the kids might accidently walk in on them. For years he complained that she never tried to tease him, but then it wasn't always a good idea to run around half naked as the kids were growing up. How embarrassing it would have been to have one of the kids, or worse, one of their friends walk in on them. But now they were gone and he still wasn't trying to seduce her. Maybe the antiques were more interesting to him than she was? She walked into the den, putting her hand on his shoulder and leaned over to see what held his interest so tightly.

"More junk?" she asked. "I wish you'd stop bringing everyone else's old junk home!" She said more sharply than she had intended.

"And I wish you'd run around half naked like you used to!" He replied just as sharply. He wondered why he goaded her that way, dismissing it as a reaction to his previous thoughts.

She withdrew her hand from his shoulder and walked away, anger welling up inside her at the unfair jab. She still had a good looking body, even if he didn't want to look at it. Her breasts were never large, only a b cup, but then the rest of her was still thin. She had avoided getting the late life fat rolls and sags, and in many ways thought her body looked as good as the day they got married. If he didn't think so, "then piss on him!" She snapped sharply to herself. She walked to the kitchen to start cleaning the floor, her hand unconsciously sliding up under her t-shirt and stroking her smooth flat belly. "Hell, I'm still pretty hot!" She said to herself as she put the bucket in the sink and started it filling with hot water. She let her hand slide down inside her sweat pants and inside her cotton panties. "I'm still very fuckable too." She said quietly to herself as she allowed her fingers to gently stroke her pussy while she watched the bucket fill with water.

Curiosity finally got the better of him and he rolled his chair over to the computer. It took a number of tries before he got any hits at all. 

"Patterned after the mythical ring of the same name, the Zantis ring empowers the bearer with great sexual prowess, and the ability to entice any player of the opposite sex to perform any sexual deed. Once a sexual deed is demanded, the player will permanently have a desire for this deed. The ring also gives the owner the ability to transform any physical trait. The ring draws its power from the owner and reduces the owners life force with each use. The amount of life force is based on the deed requested. The greater the deed, the more life force is expended. The owner must be in contact at the time of the request. Obtaining the staff of Xaxis will terminate any requests put forth by the ring owner and prevent future requests from affecting the player."

At first John couldn't believe what he was reading. But with all things, reality has a way of revealing itself. The site was for some adult roll playing game, and in frustration John tossed the ring into the junk box. Last thing he needed was some stupid ring for an internet game. He went back to the rest of the goodies he had collected, upset that he had wasted so much time with a useless trinket.

John was hard at work cleaning an old toy truck when he heard his wife call him for dinner. Setting aside the small toy, he pushed away from the bench and turned the magnifier light off. One consolation to his long marriage was that Sue was a good cook. John had to work hard to not put on weight with the food she served. As he walked toward the kitchen he decided that he should apologize for snapping at her earlier. She really hadn't deserved it. 

"Dinner's ready." Sue said from where she sat at the table waiting for him.

"Sorry. By the way, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier." He said as he sat down across from her at the table.

"It's ok." She said as she dished some of the casserole she had prepared onto his plate. "Damn. Forgot the salt." She said, pushing her chair back after setting his plate down. She walked the few steps over to the stove and turned to come back, stopping when she saw John's face. "What's wrong?" she asked him curiously.

"Nothing, nothing. Just that you're not wearing any pants." He replied, clearly shocked at this unusual situatun.

"Oh, they got wet when I was doing the floor. I was hot anyway so I just took them off. That's ok, isn't it?"

"Sure!" He replied quickly. "Take anything you want off any time. You'll never hear me complain."

"I bet." She said with a smirk as she sat back down. "You used to always say that exact same thing."

"I always meant it too." He replied taking a bite of his food.

They ate dinner in silence, John wondering if his comment earlier had some influence, and if so, why now? It wasn't like he hadn't said it many times before. No, more than likely she was just teasing him, not really interested in having any sex with him. He watched her and she seemed to be normal, not like she was upset or anything. She was acting like sitting at the table with no pants was a perfectly normal thing to do. Twenty some years ago, it was, but that was a long time ago. He was so lost in thought that he barely realized that he had finished his food, and his wife was ready to get up and clear the table. 

John sat in his chair watching his wife walk around in the thigh length t-shirt, trying to understand what had so suddenly changed. His surprise was even greater as she bent over to put the plates in the dish washer, the shirt riding up her firm butt until her delicate flowery pussy lips were peaking out between her legs. She had not only taken off her sweat pants, but also her panties. She was indeed walking around half naked like she had so many years ago.

"What?" His wife asked as she turned around, looking to see him staring at her. "Did I spill on myself?" she asked as she pulled the shirt taught and looked down at it, her actions exposing her curly brown bush and pussy. 

"No, not at all. Just surprised, that's all."

"About what?"

"Well, you're lack of clothes. I mean I approve, I'm just surprised."

"Well, you never used to complain when I did this."

"And I'm not now." John said as she walked over to the table.

"Good." She said simply as she lifted the hem of the t-shirt up and pulled it off, leaving her wearing nothing but her tiny white canvas sneakers. She sat on the edge of the table and swung a leg high in the air, swinging it over his head and lowering it on the other side of him and resting her foot on the arm of his chair. She lifted her bare butt off the table with her hands and the foot she had set on the chair arm and moved herself over until she was sitting in front of him, her bare pussy spread and wet. "I'm desert, if you're interested in any, that is."

"Always!" John said as he lowered his head to her bare stomach and gently kissed it. He took his time, savoring what he had missed for so long . He kissed his way down to her knee and then back up her thigh, gently tickling her with his lips and tongue as he kissed slowly toward her waiting pussy. She giggled and squirmed, waiting for his lips to finally reach her pussy. 

John pressed his tongue between her tender lips and licked slowly up her slit, drawing some of her wetness along up and across her already exposed clit. Sue wiggled and gasped as his tongue flicked quickly across her nub, making her wet pussy ache to be filled.

"Oh fuck me. Please!" she begged him. 

"Here?"

"Yes! Take me! Fill me with your big dick!" she urged. John stood up and quickly dropped his pants and underwear, freeing his already rock hard dick. Sue reached for his member and pulled it toward her waiting pussy, eager to have it stuffed deep inside her. "Yes. Push it in!" she urged with her voice as well as her feet as she pulled him toward her, sinking his dick into her sopping wet pussy. "Oh god yes. I've been waiting for this for hours!" she cooed as she lifted her legs from around him, sticking them high in the air as she leaned back on her elbows. 

John stroked slowly in and out of her pussy, partly because he wanted to make it last, and partly because he didn't want this to end. It had been far too long since he had made love to her on the kitchen table.

"OH don't tease me! Fuck me!" she cried, bringing one hand to her pussy and stroking circles around her hard clit. 

John drove his dick in time and again, expecting to explode at any second. He had already gone well past what he thought was his limit, but his dick stayed hard, and if anything had grown even harder inside his wife's wet pussy. 

"OH FUCK YES!" she cried as he slapped into her firm ass with each stroke, driving her wild as each stroke of his hard dick pushed her closer and closer to her impending climax. "OH YES! CUM IN ME!" she screamed at the ceiling, begging him to release inside her.

John grunted loudly as his body jerked, driving his dick into her even deeper as it squirted a huge gush of hot juice into her. Time and again his body jerked, each time pumping more cum into her already filled hole as she screamed and shuddered in her own climax. Slowly his body relaxed and he stood there, panting for breath as she lay back on the table, her chest heaving as she too struggled to catch her breath.

"Oh god. That felt good." She murmured as his dick slowly softened inside her. "I forgot how much fun we used to have this way."

"It was fun, wasn't it?"

"Uh huh." She nodded as he pulled his now flaccid dick from her, uncorking a gush of cum, which she reached down and caught with her hand. John was even more shocked as she brought the creamy white liquid to her lips as she lifted herself on her other arm, licking it from her palm. "Um. Forgot how good that tasted too. I always did love the taste of your cum." 

"You did?" John asked, not at all sure he remembered that part.

"Oh yeah." She said as she used her feet to push his chair back from the table and then slid off. She lowered herself to the floor and knelt in front of him, licking and sucking his deflated cock until it was clean, and surprisingly starting to grow hard again. "I think someone wants more." Sue said from where she was kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with sultry eyes. She stood up and then turned around laying herself across the table so her ass was poking out at him, her legs spread wide. "Come on stud! Fuck me more. I can take all you want to give me!"

John stood up, not any where stupid enough to pass up an invitation like that. He pushed his hard dick onto her and felt her body shudder slightly as he sunk into her tunnel. 

"OH yes." She cooed as John started stroking in and out of her pussy. "So good."

"Uh yeah!" John grunted as he started stroking hard into her, his hips slapping her firm ass with each stroke. Her whole body shook with each impact, and the table slowly walked across the floor in time with his strokes. 

Their next door neighbor Joan walked in the kitchen, stopping in mid step and staring at the two of them. Sue looked up and smiled as John, eyes closed, pounded away in her. Sue held her finger to her lips and then closed her eyes too, her orgasm only moments away.

"OH FUCK YES!" she cried as her whole body shook and trembled with her climax. John too came with her, his body jerking and spurting more cum into her hot pussy. When Sue opened her eyes, Joan was gone, and she wondered to herself if she had seen how big a climax John had pushed her too. 

John felt wasted. He pulled his flagging dick from her and dropped into the chair, spent. "Damn, I must be getting old." He panted as Sue turned around and stepped across him, sitting on his lap. 

"Not too old I hope." She said, teasing his lips with one of her hard nipples. "You didn't even have a chance to suck one of my little titties yet."

"No, I didn't." He said as he opened his mouth and allowed her to aim her breast for him. He closed his mouth and sucked one of her firm little breasts into his mouth, flicking his tongue across her hard nipple.

"OH yes. Just like that." She panted, one of her hands busy between her legs. "You're going to make me cum again!" she moaned as she rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his once again hardening dick. She paused her rocking long enough to lift herself enough to align him with her tunnel and then settle once again on his shaft. "Oh so good. Much better with your hard dick inside me." She panted as he sucked her tit while she rocked her hips, slowly fucking herself on his pole. "OH SHIT!" she cried suddenly, her whole body going rigid in a third climax. 

John felt her pussy contract around him ending any thought he had that she was for some reason faking her orgasms for his benefit. He held her tight as her body shook, finally relaxing after a number of seconds of maximum pleasure. 

"Thank you. That was nice." She cooed as she stroked his hair. "I hope we can do this more. I didn't know how much I missed it."

"I don't know what brought this about, but I certainly am NOT complaining." John said quietly as he caressed her back and bare ass.

"Well, you seem to have had a bit to do with it. I can't remember the last time you were up for three rounds, except when we were first married maybe."

"Me neither." He replied as she lifted herself off of him and knelt down. She pulled his shoes and pants off and then pulled him out of the chair and led him off to the bedroom.

John woke up at his usual time, but felt like he had just gotten to sleep, even though he had a good seven hours of solid sleep. Dragging himself out of bed he turned on the shower and stood under the hot spray until the water started to cool. Sue was already out of the bedroom by the time John had finished his shower and shave, which was unusual, since she didn't have to be to work for some time yet. He stepped into the kitchen for his normal bowl of cereal, and was surprised to see Sue walking around in a pair of panties, and nothing else, dishing out some eggs and sausage onto a plate for him.

"Thought you might like a good breakfast. Gotta have some energy for this afternoon, don't you?" she asked with a sexy grin as she set his plate down and then sat near him, staring at him while he ate. 

"What's this afternoon?" He asked as he devoured the food, more hungry than he realized.

"Oh.... Just me." She said quietly, running a finger up and down his arm. 

"Ah." He said knowingly. John had no idea what had come over his wife, but he was determined make the most of it while it lasted. Finishing his breakfast, he stood up to collect his coat and briefcase, Sue meeting him at the door and giving him a several minute long sensual kiss that left him with a dick hard enough to play baseball with.


Zanthis Ring



"Just so you know what's coming later." She whispered as she let him go.

"Um. Yeah." John answered with a smile, not sure if he really wanted to go to work or just stay here a while longer.

"Off you go. It's time for me to get ready for work now." She said with a laugh, pushing him out the door.

All the way to work John struggled to figure what might have changed to bring this out in Sue. The only thing he kept coming back to was that stupid ring. He wondered if it could possibly be true. Was there such a thing as this mythical ring, and was what he had this ring? If it was he really needed to find out more. 

The day seemed to drag by as John waited for lunch time. Finally unable to wait any longer he told his secretary that he was going for a long lunch and would be back soon. He drove quickly to the public library and entered the three story building, hoping he could find what he wanted. It took some time to locate a section of books that dealt with midevial myths and legends, and pulled the entire selection of books to a table. It was the seventh book he went through that finally gave him what he wanted; the story of a mythical ring of Zanthis.

**** The ring of Zanthis was created by a powerful wizard around 500 AD. As so many myths and legends of this time, there may be some small nugget of fact, but the lack of historical records prevents these from being proven in any way. The myth of Zanthis ring goes that the ring was created for a great knight, injured in battle and made impotent. The knight demanded the ring to restore his abilities. Zanthis, rumored to have trained with Merlin at a younger age, created the ring, which restored his abilities. The knight, desiring the throne of the king, demanded that Zanthis further enchant the ring so that anything he demanded of a woman, she would be unable to refuse. Zanthis, being afraid both for his life and the king's throne, made the enchantment, but limited to sexual favors. Further, the greater the favor, the more life it would draw from the owner, thus limiting how greatly it could be used. The legend further tells that the knight foolishly demanded of the queen that while having intercourse with the king, she would kill him, and then marry the knight as the replacement for the king. The knight died suddenly one night, his body a shriveled corpse. Legend says that the knight was the black knight, and the queen he commanded was the queen of England. While the existence of the ring has never been proven, there have been cases over the years of men with great sexual prowess, women rarely refusing any request they made of them. Proponents of the ring point to these as proof the ring exists. These proponents also claim that since the ring was designed to return the knights physical condition, that it can also be used to change or cure certain physical conditions, both to the ring's owner and any he commands. *****

John sat back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. This certainly sounded like what he may have found, and it certainly explained what had happened to his wife. If it were true, then the next question was, how long did the power over a woman last? Was it temporary or long lasting? John returned the books to the shelf and walked out of the library, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.

John came home to an empty house, which was not at all unusual. He left before his wife and generally came home before her. He changed from his good work clothes into more comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. It didn't take him long to find the ring and examine it. It was certainly strange that it looked as old as it did, yet the markings were as crisp as the day it was made. He picked up a piece of sandpaper and touched it to the edge of the band and gently drew across it. If it were silver it should easily scuff, yet no mark was made. Again he tried, with more force, soon sanding hard on the surface of the ring. No matter how he tried, the ring was unblemished. Clearly this was no ordinary ring. Possibly the book was correct, and he held the ring of Zanthis. John sat back in his chair and thought long and hard about what to do next. His thoughts were interrupted by his wife's arrival home. 

"John! Honey, are you home?" she called from the kitchen. 

John slipped the ring in his pocket and walked out of his den, meeting his wife as he turned the corner into the hallway. John was shocked, to say the least. Sue stood back and allowed him to look at her as she turned. 

"I hope you don't mind, I decided to get a new outfit today." 

"No, I don't mind." John said as he stared at her. She wore heels that were at least four inches high, and her legs were encased in black stockings. Her black skirt was incredibly short, especially for Sue. He had never seen her wear anything remotely short. In fact, he hadn't ever seen her wear a skirt shorter than her knees. This one barely came to the middle of her thighs. It wasn't hooker short, and on her thin frame looked fantastic. She had a black silk blouse on, unbuttoned far enough that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, making him wonder how many of those buttons she left undone before she got home.

"You like?" She asked, clearly hoping for his approval.

"You look fantastic. Why the change?"

"I don't know, I just felt like... looking a bit more sexy."

"Well you do look that."

"Good." She said, taking his hand and pulling him back down the hall. "Wait till you see this."

She led him outside and across the yard to the small Gazebo. She stopped in the center, standing between the two lounge chairs and let go of his hand. She slowly, enticingly unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and tossed it aside, exposing her bare tits to him and the gentle warm breeze. John was glad they didn't live in town at that moment, and even more so as she unzipped the back of the skirt and let it slide down her legs, revealing that her stockings were held up buy a black lace garter. Her pussy was easily visible in the translucent black lace panties, as was the considerable wet spot between her legs. "What do you think now? I know you've wanted to screw me out here since you built it, so, well, here's your chance!" She said with a grin as she stepped forward and unzipped his pants. "I see you're already hard. Good, I really want you. Walking around in this outfit has me sooooo fucking horny!" She whispered as she pushed his pants over his hips and then pushed his underwear down, releasing his hard dick. She pulled his pants and underwear down as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"Oh god." He groaned as she enveloped his dick with her hot mouth. Within seconds she was bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her saliva coating the whole thing as she pressed him so far into her that his head slipped into her throat for several seconds. He looked down to see her looking up at him, checking to see if he was enjoying her ministrations. John couldn't help but notice her hand busy between her spread legs, stroking her wet pussy with her panties pushed aside.

John reached down and lifted her gently by the arms, forcing her to release his dick from her mouth. He stepped her back and lay her on one of the lounge chairs and then reached down and pulled her small black panties off, tossing them over his shoulder as she giggled. He lowered himself over her, kneeling between her knees on the edge of the chair and lowering his mouth to her chest. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them greedily for several seconds before moving to the other.

"I wish my tits were bigger for you." She moaned as he sucked the other nipple into his mouth.

"Me too." John said as he released her tit for a second and then went back to sucking and licking the hard nipple.

Sue wrapped her legs around him, pulling her hips up toward him while reaching between them to guide his dick toward her pussy. "OH FUCK YES!" she moaned as she drew herself up onto his dick and then began fucking him, stroking herself up onto his rigid dick with her legs. John was soon matching her strokes, their bodies slapping together rhythmically while Sue thrashed and moaned in delight. 

"OH yes! Fuck me! Fill me with your hot cum!" she cried out loudly as her orgasm drew closer. It was only a few seconds later that her orgasm washed over her, wracking her shaking body with spasms and jerks while she screamed in pleasure.

John's overloaded body gave in to its primal desire and with along groan began pumping shot after shot of hot cum deep into his wife's pussy. His own climax seemed to last for an eternity as he jerked with each new release of juice inside her, finally easing and then stopping after nearly a minute. 

"Oh god that was good." Sue cooed as she pulled his sweaty body down tight on top of her. "When did you get soooo good at sex? I don't remember it being this good for a long time."

"I don't think I've changed." John said seriously.

"Hmmm I suppose maybe some of it is me, but certainly not all of it."

"I'm not about to ask or complain. I just like it."

"Oh yeah!" she agreed with a hug. 

Sue spent the rest of the evening walking around in nothing but the heels and stockings, taking every opportunity to tease her husband by bending over in front of him or teasingly stroking her pussy a few times. By the end of the evening she had sat on him, riding them both to climax not less than three more times before they finally retired to bed.

The next morning John could barely get out of bed. After sleeping like a log all night he still felt exhausted. Fortunately his wife had breakfast ready for him, which helped a lot, but he still stopped at a McDonallds and purchased three egg sandwiches, which he devoured within a few blocks of leaving. He simply didn't understand why he was so hungry and tired. Yes, he had a lot of sex with his wife in the last two days, but nothing to cause this. He thought to himself that maybe he was just coming down with something. He arrived at the office at his normal time and sat down to look over the design requirements for the project he was working on. Amanda, the design group's secretary came in and stood next to the desk, waiting for his attention.

"I have some bids that need signature." She said simply.

"Ok." John said, looking up at her while she handed him the folder.

"Boy, you look tired. You ok?"

"Yeah I think so. Maybe getting a bug or something."

"Looks like you're not getting enough sleep. Is your wife keeping you up all night?" she joked.

"Actually, she has been keeping me quite busy the last two days." John said as he closed the folder. "I kind of like seeing her run around half naked. I bet your husband would enjoy seeing you run around in skimpy outfits. Hell, I know most of the guys here would."

"Oh, and I bet you'd love it."

"Sure, I'd love to see you run around her in more revealing outfits."

"I think not. I like my professional attire thank you very much!" she said, reaching out and plucking the folder from his hand. "It's a good thing I don't take sexual harassment seriously or you'd be in big trouble buster!" she said jokingly.

"Right. You'd have to take down your sign then. Last thing you want the investigators to see is that you grade sexual harassment. Oh by the way, I have a picture of you sitting by your little sign, just for my protection." John said with a grin, knowing that this was just her way of playing, which the two of them had done now for several years.

"Well, in that case, maybe I should just walk in her in some skimpy little outfit and take advantage of you!" She said, turning and wiggling her butt seductively at him.

"Go for it!" John said with a laugh, giving her a gently swat on the butt as she headed for the office door. He watched her wiggle her way to the door, thinking to himself that In reality if someone ever really saw the two of them joking this way he probably would be in trouble, but so far the two of them had kept it discrete. He returned his attention to the documents on his desk and set to work trying to organize his thoughts.

She wasn't exactly sure why, but she sat there staring at his door, wondering what he was doing at that moment. She hoped he was thinking about her, but doubted it. He was pretty good looking, and even though he was a lot older than she was, why shouldn't she enjoy his experience. That was what they said, wasn't it? Older men are more experienced? She tried to concentrate on her work and after trying for several hours, finally gave up and headed to the ladies room. 

Closing the stall door she pulled her panties down and then kicked them off. She was glad she wore a skirt as she hiked it up and sat on the stool. She couldn't help but touch herself, gently stroking her wet lips. She felt so turned on, and so wanted to feel him inside her. But this was work, and you just didn't go seduce one of your bosses. Well, he wasn't exactly her boss was he? Maybe it would be alright, if she was careful no one saw her go in, and she locked the door. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. Her fingers felt good, but she really wanted his dick inside her. 

She thought about it, what would it take to get him to take her? She needed to get his fingers on her wet pussy and she needed him to see her hard nipples. "I can do this!" she said to herself as she got up and left the stall.

Amanda stepped into John's office and closed the door silently behind her. He was engrossed in his work, but his head snapped up at the sound of his office door lock clicking. Amanda strode over to his desk, lifting one leg and setting it on the corner of his desk. She reached up under her skirt and slowly rolled her thigh high stocking down her leg, stroking it time and again with the palms of her hands to roll it down to her ankle. She lifted her foot off the desk and pulled her high heel off, dropping it on the floor and then rolling the stocking off into her hand. She tossed the stocking aside and then stepped out of her other shoe and rested her leg on the desk.

"Wanna help me?" she asked quietly, reaching for one of John's hands and pulling it up her leg and under her skirt. He felt his fingers touch her bare pussy, her wet lips unmistakable as she pressed his palm against her thigh and drew it away from her pussy, rolling the stocking down her thigh. She moved his hand time and gain, forcing him to caress her leg as she used his hand to work the stocking lower. Finally she pulled the stocking from her foot and tossed it aside, a sultry hot look burning in her eyes.

"You know, I bet I'd look a lot sexier without this bra on." She said huskily as she reached for her blouse and began unbuttoning it. John stared as she slowly undid button after button, exposing a growing triangle of creamy white skin, interrupted only by the front of her lacy pink bra. The last button finally undone, she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on his desk. He sat taking in the view of her while she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to drop down her arms and revealing her bare tits. Each breast was easily the size of a grapefruit, looking firm and creamy white. Her pink nipples were the size small grapes, each centered in the middle of a darker oblong shaped areola. 

"So do you like my tits?" she asked as she stepped around between him and the desk. "You said you wished I'd wear less and seduce you, so now what are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure." John replied, staring t her gorgeous tits.

"Well, until you make up your mind," She said quietly, reaching for his hands and pulling them to her tits. "You can play with these."

John squeezed her firm tits, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb while she bent over and undid his pants. 

"Now, Come here and fuck me. You know you've wanted to for a long time. I've wanted it too. I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy!" She pulled him, up, letting his pants slide down his legs and pushing his underwear down to expose his cock. She hiked her skirt up around her waist and sat on the edge of the desk, raising her legs and spreading them around him. "Now fuck me!" She pleaded, reaching for his body and pulling him closer to her. 

John pressed his dick to her wet lips, his head spreading ever wider until his head slipped inside her tight tunnel. Amanda was quite a few years younger than he was and her pussy felt as tight as a teenager as he pushed ever deeper into her. 

"Oh god yes!" Amanda moaned as her whole body trembled, her clit sliding along the top of his hard dick as he pressed slowly into her. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure to her, she felt his hard dick press against the end of her hot pussy and begin sliding back out. For a moment she was afraid that he would pull it all the way from her, but he hesitated and then slid quickly into her again. Her whole body tingled as he stroked in and out of her, pushing her impending climax higher by the second. She wondered why she had waited so long to seduce him, why she hadn't demanded his hot dick inside her aching pussy before now? Each stroke felt like another small tingling explosion of sensation, each one drawing her closer and closer to her destination. She wanted to feel him explode in her, and struggled to hold back the waves of pleasure that were rippling through her body like waves. Just when she felt she couldn't hold out any longer she felt the first surge of hot cum squirt against the end of her tunnel. Let her head fall back as spasms of pleasure ran up and down her body, squeezing the hard dick pushing shot after shot of hot cum into her. Her whole body shook and quaked as each shot of cum pushed her orgasm higher and higher.

John groaned quietly while his dick jumped and squirted inside her pussy. Amanda seemed to be lost in pleasure as each squirt of his cum seemed to make her body tremble. He could feel her already tight pussy squeezing and rippling up and down his dick as she pulled his head down to her chest. John sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and gently nibbled, bringing a squeal of delight from her. There seemed to be no end to the orgasm that was washing over her, his continued attention to her firm tits and hard nipples keeping her orgasm going. 

Finally after several long minutes she sagged in his harms, her whole body going limp. He gently laid her back on his desk, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. "My god." She panted. "I've... never... felt anything... like that!" 

"Glad you enjoyed it." John said quietly, suddenly hoping no one decided to come into his office at the moment.

"Oh yeah. I could do this every day!"

"Probably not a good idea." John said quietly. "Just think what would happen if we got caught?"

"Oh yeah. Might need to find a more private place to do this." She whispered as she pulled herself up to him and hugged him.

"My wife may not approve." John said, wondering just how far she was wanting this to go.

"Then we'll just have to make sure she doesn't find out." She whispered.

"I guess." John said as his flagging dick slipped from her tight pussy.

"Ohhhh I guess we're done for now." She said with a giggle. She looked around and then reached for one of her stockings to use as a cloth to wipe the cum leaking from her pussy. She slipped off the desk and knelt down in front of John, licking and sucking every drop of their mixed juice from his dick. "No point in leaving any evidence." She said with a giggle as she pulled his pants and underwear up, bucking everything as it should be. Finally she stood and found her shirt. Pulling it on. "Don't suppose you'd mind me not wearing my bra, would you?" she asked flirtatiously. 

"No, I wouldn't mind." John said, watching her button her shirt.

"Well, if you're a good boy, maybe later I'll let you see them again?" she said as she stepped into her heels and picked her bra up. "Bye for now." She said with a giggle a she headed toward the door.




Zanthis Ring



John sat back and watched her walk away, trying to get his mind around what had happened. Between his wife and Amanda, John was now convinced that the ring was for real. The question was how did it work? He didn't remember saying anything special to Amanda. He had said she should go ahead and try to seduce him. That could be considered a command. If all it took was to command a woman he would have to be very careful what he said. There had to be more to it than that. John decided that he would try to experiment and see if it was just words. He was going to have to be very careful though. With his mind working though possibilities, John got up and headed out for lunch.

John was sitting in the restaurant watching a cute waitress moving from table to table. He needed to give her a sexual command and then wait and see what happened. He waited for her to come take his order.

"So have you decided?" she asked politely.

"Yes. I think the best item on the menu is you." John said with a grin.

"I'm sorry sir, But I'm really not on the menu." She answered, smiling flirtatiously back.

"You should be. I'd really like to see what you look like wearing nothing but that fantastic smile of yours."

"Ohhh I couldn't do that. But I'd be happy to get you anything else on the menu."

"Well, in that case, I'll have the number one platter."

"what would you like to drink with that?"

"Hmmm I can think of one or two things." I said, looking at her large chest.

"I see. You're a milk lover? Unfortunately I don't have any available at the moment."

"Hmmm in that case how about a pepsi?"

"Got it. I'll have that out in a few minutes." She said with a smile before she turned away.

Now all John had to do was wait and see if anything happened. To his disappointment, she brought her food out, wearing her uniform along with her bright smile. Clearly there needed to be more than just the command or suggestion. While he devoured the large plate of food, he thought back to how Amanda and he had interacted, finally remembering that he gave her a swat on the way out. Maybe it required a touch as well? 

When she came back with his check he decided to make one more try.

"Ready for your check?" She asked brightly.

"I think so." John said, looking at her hand. "That's an interesting ring, may I see it?" 

"Sure!" she said holding out her hand to him. 

John took it gently and turned her hand to make the gems in the small ring sparkle. "That's quite a ring. I bet it looks spectacular when it's all you have on!" 

"I bet it does, not that you'd pay any attention to the ring if I was." She said with a laugh.

"Hmmm Maybe. Still be fun to find out." He said before releasing her hand. "I think I changed my mind. How about some desert."

"Certainly. What would you like?"

"Well if I have to stay within the menu, how about one of those nice banana splits?"

"Certainly sir." She said with a grin. "Be back in a minute!"

John watched her disappear into the kitchen area, wondering if there was a time factor on this. She came back quickly, carrying the ice cream. She set it on the table and bent over toward him much more than required to set it and the spoon down. "Thank you!" John said with a smile.

"Any time!" she said, turning and slowly walking away, looking over her shoulder as she did. John watched her make her way to the hallway heading toward the bathrooms, where she paused and watched him, making sure he saw her. It was a clear invitation to follow.

John got up from the table and set his napkin down and headed to the bathrooms where he had seen her disappear. As he reached the bathroom doors, the door labeled employees only opened, and the waitress stepped out and pulled him into the small storeroom. 

"You really want to see my tits?" she asked nervously.

"I would."

"I don't do this for everyone you know." She said seriously as she unbuttoned her uniform down to her waist and quickly shrugged the short dress off her shoulders. The dress had barely hit the floor around her legs when the bra holding her large breasts followed. John was almost shocked to see her also hook her thumbs into her panties, and push them down as well, standing straight up with her arms at her sides.

"Very nice!" John said as he looked at her melon sized tits and hard nipples. He surveyed her young body all the way down to her shaved pussy. "Very nice indeed."

"Thank you." She said nervously.

"Is that all you wanted? To show me?"

"Uh huh. Can I dress now?" she asked nervously. "I really don't want to get fired."

"Sure, go ahead." John said quietly, not really wanting to cause her any trouble either. He watched her pull her tiny panties back up and then put the large bra back on to cover her massive breasts. He reached out and touched her arm and said "You don't really need that do you?"

"What? My bra? If I don't everyone would see me through my dress." She said quietly. She stood frozen, chewing on her lip as if she was thinking about it and then pulled it back off, tossing it on a box. She wiggled back into her dress, her tits swinging and bouncing enticingly as she did. Finally she buttoned the dress up and stood smiling at John. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Very much."

"I bet you didn't even see my ring."

"No, I didn't. You were quite right." John said quietly, reaching out and giving her a kiss on the forehead while he laid a hand on her shoulder. "You are very beautiful and you should show off those assets, not hide them."

"You think so?"

"Yes, don't get so outrageous you get arrested or fired, but tease the guys with what you have. I'm sure you'll have fun."

"Ok." She said with a grin, standing on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." John said as she turned to open the door, leading them back out of the store room.

John's ice cream was melted by the time he got back to his seat, so he paid his bill and headed back to work.

John stepped into his office and froze in his tracks. Sitting at his desk was Amanda, her shirt laying on the desk and her feet propped up on the edge, her knees splayed wide apart and her fingers pumping in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh god. I'm glad you're back. I need you to fuck me so bad!" she begged from her seat at his desk. 

"You do?" John asked, stunned.

"Yes. I want you inside me. I want to feel you shooting your cum deep into my pussy!"

"SAY WHAT!" a female voice said from behind me. I turned in shock and saw the supervisor of the secretarial pool. Virginia was a tall thin black woman with a huge set of tits. John had seen her around a number of times, but hadn't really had much opportunity to talk to her. He knew some about her from talking with Amanda, but nothing significant. "Miss Grindle, Get dressed this moment and report to my office!"

Almost without thinking John reached out and touched her arm, saying "Virginia, you don't want to fire her, you want to join her."

"I WHAT? Are you insane?" She said to me with a look of pure disgust on her face. "I want you in my office in five minutes!" she said to Amanda, glaring at John while she talked.

John had a distinct sinking feeling in his gut. It looked like he was going to end up unemployed along with Amanda. Virginia turned and stormed out of the office slamming the door behind her.

"Oh fuck!" Amanda said, standing up and trying to smooth her skirt down and pick up her shirt at the same time. 

"I'm sorry. I think this was my fault." John said to her as he stepped over to the desk. 

"No, it's my fault. I should have been more careful." She said, stepping over to John a she buttoned her shirt. "Too bad we won't get to play any longer. I was just starting to have fun." She before reaching out and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. "See you around." She whispered, tears forming in her eyes as she stepped past him and walked out the office door, leaving it standing open.

John stepped to his chair and sat down heavily, looking around at what he might need to pack up before he left. He'd been there a long time, but hadn't really put that much personal stuff into his office. 

His phone rang and John picked it up, expecting that this was the end of his employment here. "Hello?"

"Mister Winston? Would you please join a meeting in conference room 138 please?" a pleasant female voice asked.

"Certainly." He answered before hanging up. This was an unusual way to do things, but John expected they wanted to get all the parties together and sort it all out at once. With a sigh he got up and headed out of his office, heading down the long hall to the administrative area. He came to the designated conference room and opened the door, stepping inside.

"Close the door." Virginia said from where she was sitting at the end of the table. 

John pushed the door closed and saw that Amanda was sitting at the table near Virginia.

"Please, come sit down." She said pleasantly.

John shrugged and walked over to one of the padded seats and settled into it. Without a word Virginia stood up and stepped around the table so she was standing next to him and then turned around. 

"Would you mind?" she asked.

"What?" John said, shaking his head quickly. Would he mind doing what?

"My zipper, would you pull it down so I can reach it?" She asked sweetly.

"If you want." John answered, seriously expecting that he was being recorded on a camera just to prove what he had done. He reached up and slowly pulled the zipper down the back of her dress, following the contours of her body until it stopped part way down her round firm butt.

"Thank you." She said, turning around to face him. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and shoes in one step, standing in front of him wearing only her pantyhose, underwear and bra. With a smile, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of the heavy duty brazier holding her massive chest in place. She allowed the straps to hang on her shoulders for a moment while she crossed her arms over her breasts, and then pulled the straps down, coyly exposing her huge tits to his gaze an inch at a time. Her tits were magnificently large, each chocolate orb sprouting a large hard nipple as big around as John's thumb, centered in side of an even darker brown areola covering a good portion of the tip of her tits.

She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly pulled them down, pirouetting on the balls of her feet as she bent so that her firm butt faced him as she pulled the translucent material down her legs. She pulled one foot free of the material and then stood back up, leaving it on her other foot. In one smooth motion she stepped back to the edge of the table and slid her rear onto it, lifting her leg with the pantyhose still attached, up and over John so the shimmery material hung across his shoulders and neck. She scooted to the edge of the table, now sitting directly in front of John, and reached forward, grasping one leg of the pantyhose in each hand. She slowly leaned back until she was laying on the table and used the hose that were hooked around his neck to draw his head between her legs.

"So you want to see me masturbate for you? Wouldn't you rather do it for me? She cooed as she drew his face right up to her sopping wet panties. "Go ahead. Pull them off!"

John reached up and tugged gently on the waistband of the plain white bikini panties, sliding them down her butt as she lifted it off the table for him. He drew them down her legs while she lifted her knees and pulled them toward her chest. John pulled the panties from her feet and tossed them aside, staring at her wet lips as she spread her legs wide.

"You too sweetie. Get naked for John." She said to Amanda as she drew Johns face to her wet pussy with the hose.

John never saw her get undressed, but felt her mouth close around his dick while he licked and sucked on Virginia's dark wet lips. He stroked his tongue up and down her slit, flicking her clit with each pass.

"Oh yes. God yes!" Virginia mumbled as she lay trembling on the table, John's actions driving her up the slope of ecstasy. John continued to lick and suck her clit while Amanda worked under the table on his hard dick, her mouth sliding wetly up and down his engorged shaft. "Oh fuck me! Please!" Virginia begged, her body screaming at her that it couldn't take much more.

John pushed the chair back and allowed Amanda to pull his pants and underwear down before reaching up and guiding his hard dick to Virginia's wet pussy. He sunk easily into her, his curly pubic hair mixing with hers as she ground her pussy against him, trying to grind her clit harder into the base of his dick. John stroked slowly out and then rammed back into her, making her squeak in surprise before moaning in pleasure. He repeated the trip time and again while Amanda crawled up in the table, now completely nude, and squatted over Virginia's head, lowering her pussy to Virginia's eager tongue.

"OH yes.... So nice!" Amanda cooed as John slapped into Virginia's trembling body. Finally, more than she could handle, Virginia went rigid as a board, moaning loudly into Amanda's pussy as her orgasm washed over her. John continued to stroke time and again into her, holding her climax to its limit. No longer being stimulated by Virginia, Amanda lifted from her face and frigged her clit viciously, working her own orgasm to its climactic end.

Amanda came hard, her juices gushing and squirting over Virginia's face and chest, making her tits glisten with girl cum. The sight was more than John could stand any longer, and he jerked suddenly, his body pumping a huge shot of cum into Virginia's pussy. He tried to stroke again, accidently pulling his spurting cock from her pussy. Shot after shot of cum lanced out into the air and landed on Virginia's trembling tits, mixing with Amanda's cum. As she slowly came down from her long climax, Virginia slipped her hands to her big tits and gently massaged the mixture of cum into then, twisting and pulling her nipples as she did so.

"God I don't think I've ever cum that hard." Virginia said once she could breath somewhat normally again. "I'm certainly glad I gave you a chance to fuck me."

"It was a good fuck." John said, sagging in the chair he had previously been sitting in, his pants around his ankles. He felt exhausted, his body apparently not used to the unreal amount of sex he had in the last few days.

"You look tired!" Amanda said, sliding off the table, onto his lap. "Does that mean you can't fuck me?"

"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to even get it up." John said tiredly.

"Oh, you really can't disappoint Amanda!" Virginia said from where she lay on the table. "We'll take care of getting you hard again." She sat up and slid off the table, moving Amanda aside and lowering herself between his legs. She quickly went to work, licking and sucking his soft dick, bringing it slowly to life. She sucked and licked his dick with abandon, often pushing his hardening dick down into her throat until her nose was pressing against his curly hairs. "There!" she declared, standing up and helping Amanda sit on his dick, facing away from him. Virginia sat on the table and hefted her big tits, holding them out for Amanda to suck on while she rode slowly up and down John's dick.

"Mmmmph." Amanda moaned as Virginia stuffed her other tit into her mouth.

"That's it! Suck em!" Virginia cooed as Amanda worked both her tits and John's dick. "Ohhhh good girl. Lick all that cum off my big tits." She said switching tits again. As she worked she began riding him faster, her orgasm building within her by the second.

"Ahhhh!" Amanda squealed as her pleasure climaxed, her whole body jerking as she ground her pussy into John's dick, trying to get every inch of him into her that she could. Her climax seemed to last forever before she sagged against Virginia, panting for breath.

"That a girl. Just take it easy a minute or two." Virginia cooed as she stroked Amanda's hair gently. "Felt good didn't it? Such a good fitting cock. I could fuck him all day, but we better not. Someone might get curious and come in here."

"Right." Amanda said, lifting herself from his dick and picking up her clothes that were tossed around. Virginia stood in front of John and slowly dressed, teasing him with her big tits until she had to finally cover them with her dress, leaving her bra laying on the table. 

"Thought you might like to be able to see them a bit better." She whispered as she turned to let him zip her dress.

"Thank you." John answered honestly, glad he was at least not getting fired. He hadn't really planned on causing this, but it was all he could think of on the spur of the moment. Now that it was done he wondered what kind of long term ramifications it might have. He still didn't know how long it lasted, and if it was a finite period of time, what would happen to him when it did wear off? With all this swirling around in his head, he watched the two women saunter out the door, swinging their hips seductively as he watched them go.

Taking off early was frowned on, but he just wasn't up to staying any longer, so John packed his stuff and headed home. The house was, as usual, empty. He couldn't help but notice the angry look the neighbor lady was giving him as he walked from the car toward the back door. Trina Collins wasn't bad looking, but she was a bit... stuck up? John thought to himself as he dropped into his chair. Within minutes he was fast asleep. 

"John. Honey!" He heard his wife call from the kitchen, dragging him from his nap. 

"In here!" he called back, opening his eyes as she walked into the room. She stood in the doorway, her hands at her sides, looking at him with a huge smile, but not moving.

"So, what do you notice!" she asked, clearly bubbling over with excitement.

John looked at her for nearly a minute before it finally struck him, her shirt was not only tight, but screaming tight. "What's the matter with your shirt?" 

"You noticed!" she said, twirling around. "At first I thought maybe my shirt shrunk." she said as she started unbuttoning her too tight shirt. "But then I realized that something else was going on. Look at this!" She pulled her shirt open and displayed her lacy bra to him, her tits clearly stuffing the B cups to more than overflowing.

"Wow! What did you do?" John asked, staring as she unclipped the front clasp and let the cups pop apart, her clearly larger breasts fully visible.

"I didn't do anything. I mean, I noticed my bra seemed a bit tight this morning, but I felt like it was getting tighter all day long, and now... Well you can see, they're both lots bigger. They must be, what, maybe a C cup now?"

"What do you think it is? I mean, do you want to go to the doctor?"

"What for, so I can ask him why my tits got bigger? They're even and firm, so it isn't anything bad. Hell I've always wanted bigger tits, and I know you're not going to complain!" she said with a giggle as she walked toward the chair he was sitting in, dropping her shirt off her shoulders with her bra and pushing her skirt down her hips. She climbed into the chair, wearing nothing but her stockings and shoes, leaning her now larger chest to his face for him to suck on, which he eagerly did.

"Oh god yes. That feels so good. I always wondered what women with bigger tits felt when they got sucked on." She cooed as John worked from one tit to the other, kissing and sucking as much of it as he could reach. He felt her hand move to his pants and begin undoing them the best she could with one hand while she held herself up with the other. After several minutes of fumbling she got his rock hard dick free and moved her exposed and wet pussy over it. She sunk slowly down on his shaft, letting her knees, on either side of his hips, take her weight.




Zanthis Ring



"Oh fuck." He mumbled into her ample chest as she started riding up and down his shaft. 

Sue bounced harder at his verbal appreciation, enjoying every kiss and nibble he was showering on her tender breasts, feeling much like a teenager who was just discovering sex for the first time. She rode like she hadn't ever done before, John's fat dick growing larger inside her as the burning inside her pushed her closer and closer to climax.

John nibbled her nipples and tried to hold her tits to his mouth as she bounced up and down his shaft. He loved her new size, and was barely able to contain himself within her as he worked on her creamy orbs. Finally it became more than he could hold back, and his dick burst forth with surge after surge of hot cum deep into her pussy. 

"OHHHHHHH FUCK YES!" Sue screamed in pleasure as her own orgasm hit, triggered by her husband's spurting dick. Her whole body trembled and she pulled herself tight to his face, driving one of her soft tits into his face as his body jerked with each shot of cum she felt gushing into her. It seemed like hours before her orgasm abated, Johns sucking and nibbling on her nipples keeping it going far longer than she remembered it staying before. Finally she sagged into his body, rolling her chest to the side so John could breathe again. "god that was great. I always wondered about bigger tits. I don't know why they did this, but I'm not complaining!"

"You did seem to really enjoy getting them sucked." John panted. 

"Oh yeah. You can suck them any time you want!" She said emphatically, wiggling her tits against the side of his face. They sat for some time, each catching their breath, before he softened enough to slip from her. She pushed herself back and crawled off the chair while John admired her body.

"Damn you look hot." John said quietly.

"Maybe I should walk around like this all the time?"

"You might need to put a bit more on to go out, but around the house? You won't get a complaint from me."

"Good! That's what I'll do then!" she said with a smile as she turned and headed to the kitchen to take care of dinner.

True to her word, she wore nothing but the heels and stockings the rest of the night, which of course led to plenty more opportunities to slip his hard dick into her wet pussy.

The next day John went to work as usual, feeling like he had finally gotten a handle on the power of the ring. Now it was time to see what he could really do with it. The following day would be Halloween, and the office had started a bit of a contest between departments for the best costume. John decided he was going to try to get to as many good looking women as he could and encourage them to wear sexy costumes. His first target was of course his secretary. Amanda followed him into is office and immediately dropped into his lap, spreading her legs as far as she could and pulling his hand under her skirt to her bare pussy.

"I've been waiting for you." She whispered to him.

"I can tell. But right now I need a favor."

"If I do good, can we fuck later?"

"Sure."

"Good!" she giggled like a school girl. "What kind of favor do you need?"

"Tomorrow is going to be the holiday contest. I want you to find out who's even remotely sexy, and have them come see me. I'm going to send them to you, and I want you to talk to them and help them pick something sexy for a costume. Can you do that for me?"

"Ohhhhh Are you going let them tease too?"

"Uh huh. Just a bit." John said with a smile. "Nothing that would get them arrested, but, well, make em sexy, ok?"

"Oh goody!" she said slipping off his lap. "This should be fun!"

Johns next job was a phone call.

"Hey lover. You calling so we can... get together?" Virginia asked sexily.

"Not quite. I have a question though. Who do you know in HR?"

"Well, Shirley and I play cards once a week."

"The HR director? That's great. How about we go have a chat with her."

"You and me? As long as we get to play a bit after."

"Sure." John said with a grin, thinking that this was wayyyyy too easy.

John got up and headed out of his office and downstairs to Virginia's office.

"I was waiting for you." She said to John as he stepped into her office. She stepped around her desk and wrapped her arms around John's neck. "Do you want to fuck first?" she whispered.

"Not yet." John said. "We need to talk to Shirley."

"Ok lover." She practically cooed as she let go of his neck.

John followed her out of her office and down to the first floor. Virginia waved to the secretary sitting at the desk and walked straight past to the large oak door behind her. She gave a quick knock and then walked in.

"Virginia!" a tall blond woman said as she got up from the desk. "What's so important?"

"Well, John has something he wants to talk about." She said, stepping out of the way so that John could step forward. John held out his hand to shake Shirley's. 

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

"I have a favor to ask of you." John said as he shook her hand.

"Well, if I can." She said with a smile. "What is it?"

"I want the engineering department to win the costume contest, but I'm worried that, well with sexual harassment the way it is, I'm worried that some of the ladies costumes might be considered inappropriate."

"Hmmm. And you want to be sure that what, the men behave? Or that the women don't get in trouble if they show a bit too much of something?"

"Both actually."

"Hmmmm. Let me think on it. I'm sure I can come up with something. Is that all?"

"Well, not really. I'd kind of like to see what you look like naked." John said with a grin.

"That really isn't appropriate, especially not here." She said shaking her head. 

"Well, that's up to you." John said, standing up. 

Virginia stepped over toward Shirley. "Come on Shirl. It's not like I haven't seen you naked." She said with a grin. "Hell, we spent how long naked in that hot tub a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah. That was kind of fun."

"Did you ladies have a little fun?" John asked.

"Oh you could say that. We had a bit too much wine and... well... I guess things got a bit out of hand."

"Boy, I'd sure like to see that." John said, an image of Virginia's head between the blond's legs coming to mind.

"Why don't we show him. I've kind of wanted to do that again anyway." She said quietly to Shirley.

"I don't think..." Shirley started to protest as Virginia stepped toward her. Virginia wrapped her arms around the tall blond and pulled her against her, covering her lips with hers. At first Shirley was stiff and unresponsive, but the longer Virginia kissed her the more she visibly softened, until she wrapped her arms around her friend and began aggressively kissing her back. John sat back down and watched the two women slowly undress each other while they embraced. Virginia released her arms from around Shirley and shrugged her slinky purple dress off her shoulders after Shirley unzipped it down the back. Then she spun Shirley slowly around and pulled the zipper of her white dress down her back. John watched as Virginia turned both of them towards him and then pushed the shoulders of Shirley's dress off her shoulders, pushing it down her body, exposing her slender creamy body ever so slowly.

"Damn." John said quietly as her firm breasts came into view, covered only by a thin layer of lacy bra. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her areola, clearly visible through the white lace, were puckered and puffed up and stuck out almost as far as her nipples. Virginia pushed Shirley's dress down to her hips and then slid her hands up her body, first cupping each breast and then reaching between them to release the small clasp holding the lacy material in place. She pulled the material apart, allowing her bare tits to be completely visible to John, who sat mesmerized by the show the two were putting on for him.

Virginia slipped her hands down her friends body, letting her fingers trace her firm breasts and stomach before reaching the dress bunched up on her hips. Ever so slowly she pushed the dress down, revealing her hips and eventually her mound, inch by inch. John stared at her shaved mound and pussy, his view blocked only by the shimmery material of her pantyhose. Allowing her dress to slip to the floor around her legs, Virginia moved her hands back up to the waistband of her pantyhose, grasping them gently and pulling down, getting them started rolling down her hips and over her firm butt. Virginia sank to the floor behind Shirley, rolling her hose down her legs, her dark hands a stark contrast to the creamy white of Shirley's legs. Unable to go any farther, Virginia coaxed her to lift each foot, pulling the high heels and pantyhose from each foot in turn. Shirley stood completely naked in front of John, her chest rising and falling deeply, her head tipped back, allowing her long blond hair to flow down her back. With her eyes closed, she allowed Virginia to stroke and caress her way back up her body, until she was once again standing behind her, her fingers stroking and drawing circles around her hard nipples.

John was unable to tear his eyes from the sceene in front of him as Shirley turned to face Virginia, reaching around her and unclasping her bra. She gently pulled the material away, freeing Virginia's huge tits before she leaned down and sucked one of her already hard nipples into her mouth. She moved her hands to Virginia's hips, slipping her fingers into the waist of the tiny panties she was wearing and slowly pushing them down, stopping only when she could reach no further. She released her suction on Virginia's nipple and slowly sunk down, kissing her way down Virginia's firm stomach as she pushed the panties farther and farther down her stocking covered legs. 

With her panties now around her ankles, Virginia lifted each leg, leaving her shoes on, and turned to sit on the edge of Shirley's desk while Shirley knelt down in front of her, coaxing her legs apart. Gently she reached her tongue out, slipping it between the wet lips in front of her, and licked up her slit and across Virginia's exposed clit. Virginia shuddered slightly and pulled the blond head tighter to her pussy as she began to hump gently against it.

John was sitting on the edge of the seat, his hard dick already out and crying to slip into one of the two wet pussies he had been watching. Seeing his chance, he moved behind Shirley, kneeling down with his pants around his ankles, and rubbed his drooling head against her wet lips. 

"Yes, Fuck her!" Virginia hissed. "Bang her hot little cunt with your big dick!"

John's groan was the only reply he made as he pressed into Shirley's tight pussy. He heard Shirley moan into Virginia's pussy as he sunk deeper and deeper into her. Finally he felt his head hit the end of her tight tunnel and began slowly stroking in and out of her, watching Virginia grind Shirley's head into her pussy. 

Never having seen something like this in person, His mind was on overload, and he quickly flew over the precipice, his body jerking and squirting into her pussy like a fire hose. Virginia shook and trembled as her own orgasm overcame her just after John, bathing Shirley's face in her juices almost as heavily as her pussy had been filled.

Shirley pulled from John's dick when Virginia released her, and stood up, pulling Virginia slowly off the desk and coaxing her to the floor. She squatted over Virginia's face, Johns' cum dripping onto Virginia's lips before she lowered down farther, pressing her wet lips over Virginia's lips. Virginia licked and sucked the pussy pressing against her face while reaching up and squeezing the nipples protruding from the firm tits above her. It didn't take more than a few short minutes before Shirley shuddered, her orgasm quickly building, and then washing over her. She nearly lost her balance as Virginia continued to assault her clit and pussy with her tongue and her fingers twisted and pulled her nipples.

Shirley slumped off of Virginia, settling to the floor next to her, one leg still across Virginia's chest. Virginia lifted herself on her elbows and looked at John and asked simply if he had enjoyed the show.

"Hell yes." John answered emphatically.

"Good. I hoped you would. Now why don't you go run along and let us girls get put back together."

"With pleasure." John said, crawling across her body to give each of them a gentle kiss on the lips before standing up and fixing his pants back.

John slipped out the door and headed back to his office, hoping he hadn't been gone too long.

All afternoon, women made their way to his office, after which he guided each to see Amanda, suggesting to them that the sexier the outfit they could come up with the better, and he wanted to see each of them come by the next day. He felt pretty good, his plan having already gone better than he could have expected. It only got better when a memo circulated from Shirley, indicating that the normal professional levels of dress were suspended for the next day. In addition men were to understand that costumes frequently are unable to meet the levels of decorum that typical business wear would, and that lewd or inappropriate comments to or about any female staff member wearing a costume would be dealt with seriously.

John went home satisfied that the next day would be one to remember for a long time.

The next morning John got up and got ready for work. Not sure what costume he was going to end up wearing, he decide it was time to move the ring to a chain rather than his pocket. He dug in his wife's jewelry box and found an old gold chain, which he used to hang the garish ring around his neck, tucking it under his shirt. 

Stepping into his office, John found the costume Amanda had arranged for him, hanging in a bag on the back of his office door. He opened the bag, immediately realizing why she selected the costume she had. 

The bag contained a short white toga, a pair of sandals and a round disk. Clearly he was to be an early Olympian for the day, and he suspected that she intended for him to go commando under the outfit. With a smile he stripped naked and pulled the costume on, the material only coming down to the middle of his thighs. He sat down in his chair, his dick almost sticking out of the outfit as it bunched up on his lap.

"So, do you like your outfit?" Amanda asked as she opened the door and stepped into the office. She closed the door and walked over toward his desk, her tiny white nurse outfit practically bursting around her breasts. She leaned toward him and arched her back, the row of snaps down the front suddenly popping and spreading to allow her ample breasts to stick out toward him.

"Now that's nice!" John said with a smile. 

"Ohhh that's not all." She said as she lifted one foot in her white high heel and white thigh high stocking that didn't quite make it to the bottom of her skirt. She placed her foot on the edge of the desk her extremely short white skirt flipping up around her waist, exposing her freshly shaved pussy. 

"Ohhhh very NICE!" John said appreciatively, reaching out and gently stroking her already wet lips. "I take it you planned for my outfit to be easily accessible?"

"Oh yeah." She said, pushing his chair back as she lowered her leg. She stepped in front of him, but facing away from him, and reached between her legs for his already hard dick. She aimed his throbbing member at her wet pussy and sat slowly down on it, reaching for his hands and pulling them around her to her tits as she sat fully on his lap. "OH FUCK YES!" she cried as she began bouncing up and down on his lap, driving herself up the slope to climax with incredible speed. It only took a few short minutes for her orgasm to shake her to the core, her whole body jerking and trembling as she lost her coordination. She sagged back against his chest as her spasms passed away, her chest heaving under his hands while she struggled for breath.

"That was intense." John whispered.

"God yes. But you didn't cum yet."

"No, but I have a hunch that wont be a problem today.

"I doubt it. I just wanted to make sure I got mine first!" she said with a breathless giggle.

"Well you sure got that!" John said with a laugh as the office door opened.

"Opps, sorry!" A small woman said, backing out of the office and starting to close the door behind her.

"No, that's fine. Come in!' John called as Amanda lifted from his lap, his dick pulling from her wet pussy with a slurp. "I was just checking out Amanda's costume."

"Yes, it seems so." The little woman said, as she stepped fully into the office so John could now see her whole costume. She wore a little school girl outfit, which worked well with her small stature. Her blond hair was put up in two small ponytails, and her tiny white blouse was tied below her breasts. The tiny plaid skirt sat low on her hips, leaving a wide expanse of belly and a tiny bit of her mound showing above the waistband. The short skirt didn't quite reach down to the tops of her thigh high tights, leaving a small band of white skin to tease of what was hidden by the tiny skirt.

"Very sexy. Would you like to turn around for me?"

"Sure." She said with a grin, doing first a slow turn, and then a twirl, the air flipping her skirt out to give a quick flash of her apparently bare ass and pussy.

"Wow, is all I can say."

"You like it?" She asked with a smile.

"very much."

"Can I see yours?" she asked, standing half way across the room with her hands behind her butt, swinging her hips back and forth like a school girl might.

"If you want." John said, standing up. The bottom of his costume hung on his hard dick, leaving if fully exposed to the school girl in front of him.

"Ohhhh what a hard dick. I bet you want to stick it into my tight little girl pussy!"

"That depends, do you want it stuck into your pussy?"

She moved her hands in front of her and pulled her skirt up, showing John her tiny trimmed blond bush, and moving a hand to stroke her already wet lips. "I think I'd like very much to feel you put that big dick into me. Amanda told me yesterday how big and full you made her feel, so I just couldn't wait to feel you inside me."

"Well. Here I am." John said with a huge smile on his face.

She stepped over to his desk and bent over, sticking her small firm ass out at him and flipping her tiny skirt up on her ass. "Put it in me. Fill me up with your big dick!" she coaxed sexily.

John stepped behind her and rubbed his head around on her lips and then pressed his head to engage in her tunnel. She moaned as he pressed harder, finally popping his mushroom head into her tunnel. John pressed a few inches into her and then pulled back stroking tiny short strokes to allow her extremely tight pussy to expand around him while he worked more and more of her juices on his shaft. It took several minutes of short stroked to get fully into her. By this time she was already trembling and shaking with her climax. John stroked slowly in and out, trying to keep her orgasm going while he worked himself toward release. With a groan he jammed into her as far as he could and squirted the first of several shots of his hot cum into her tight pussy.

John was still panting and his body making little jerks and twitches when he felt Amanda's hands around him. "I knew you'd love to cum in her hot little pussy." She whispered. 

"You arranged this?"

"Oh yeah. I wanted to get you all warmed up and then get Cindy in here to fuck you. She's got the tightest pussy in the department."

"How do you know?"

"Oh, I know. Besides, she's only twenty two and while she's not a virgin, she's the closest thing we have around here."

"Oh...I see. Thank you." John said, covering her roving hands with his and hugging them to his chest.

"Just wait till you see some of the other ladies. I took a quick walk around a few offices and, well, why don't I just let you be surprised."




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"Sounds fair." John said as he pulled his softening dick from his school girl, letting her stand up and turn around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently.

"Thanks for letting me be first Amanda." She whispered over his shoulder.

"Your welcome." Amanda answered quietly, leaning her face over Johns shoulder from behind, kissing Cindy sensuously on the lips.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm intruding?"

"Oh, you're not." Amanda said with a giggle. "In fact, we get together frequently and, well, we've been thinking of inviting you, but haven't quite known how to ask. I guess this will pretty much make that easy."

"I guess it will." John said before Cindy pressed her hot lips to his.

The three of them kissed for several minutes before Amanda broke away. "I think we better go. You should start having visitors pretty soon."

"Ok." John said with a nod, watching the two women step back and walk to the door hand in hand. He never would have figured Amanda to go that way, but then you never really knew.

John had barely gotten started with his work when his office door pushed open slowly, attracting his attention. Standing in the door, with her feet slightly apart, was a tall brown haired woman, her dark, almost olive tinted skin a clear indication of her Greek heritage. She stood with a long black flowing cape covering her from neck to ankle, only her several inch high spike heels showing besides the small white fangs peaking from between her sexy lips. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and back, some of the strands reaching nearly to where her tits would be if they weren't covered by the cape.

"Hello." She said huskily.

"Hello. I presume you're a vampire? Are you here to suck my blood?"

She stepped forward into the office and pushed the door closed behind her. Grasping her cape, she flipped it back, revealing that under the long material she wore nothing but a black shelf bra, leaving her ample tits and hard nipples fully exposed, and a pair of thigh high black net stockings. Her dark bush was trimmed into an arrow pointing to her pouting and obviously wet lips that John could see between her slightly spread legs. She wasn't thin by any means, but at the same time not fat. She was what John referred to as a plus size hottie. "Close. I'm here to suck, but your blood is not my goal!" she said with a devious smile as she began stepping slowly toward John.

"Should I be afraid?" John asked as he pushed his chair back, revealing his already exposed and hard dick.

"Only if you don't like shooting your cum down my throat." She answered as she stepped between his legs and knelt down. Without another word she enveloped his hard dick with her hot mouth, quickly bobbing up and down his shaft to lubricate it with her saliva. She sucked and licked his cock for long minutes, periodically pressing his head deep into her until he could feel it pop into her throat.

"Oh that's good!" John moaned quietly, thoroughly enjoying her attentions as he slid down lower in his chair. "You can come by any time you want and do this."

"I might just take you up on that!" she said as she lifted her face from his dick for a moment. "Only problem is, this makes me terribly horny!"

"Oh? Well, feel free to do whatever gets you off then."

"Hmmmm. Thought you'd never ask!" She said, pulling her head from his lap and standing up. She stepped over his lap, lifting one leg and setting it on the seat next to him and then quickly lowered herself onto his raging hardon. "OH shit yes!" she moaned loudly as she began bouncing up and down his shaft. "Soooo big and fat! Please squeeze my titties!"

John reached up and squeezed both of her ample breasts where they hung over the shelf bra, her hard nipples between his fingers as his hands tried to cover as much of her tit as he could. She moaned louder as he squeezed and worked her breasts, her bouncing pussy driving them both toward a hard climax.

John shot first, his dick squirting shot after shot of cum into her pussy. Her whole body shook and trembled with each new surge of juice into her tunnel until she could hold no more and his cum began leaking around her pulsing pussy.

"Oh god yes. So much hot juice!" she panted as she pulled from his still twitching dick and sat back on his desk. Lifting her knees high, she reached down and quickly scooped the cum leaking from her pussy with a finger and sucked every drop off as if it were some kind of sweet candy. She reached down time after time, licking all the cum that leaked from her until she seemed to have most of it consumed, and then slipped off the desk to kneel down and lick his now soft dick clean. She alternately wrapped her mouth around his dick and balls, sucking and licking them until he was bathed clean of their cum. Only then did she stand up and pull her cape closed, turning and walking away with a devious giggle.

John slid back to his desk and tried to concentrate on the paperwork ahead of him, hoping that he would get enough of a break to be able to get hard for the next woman, whomever it might be.

John's next visitor was almost as much of a surprise as the vampire had been. John had completely forgotten that there were a pair of twins working in the department, one in electrical and one in materials engineering sections. He was amply reminded of the fact when the two tall willowy redheads stepped into his office. Each woman wore a tiny brown skirt, not even a foot long, hanging low on their hips and a short sleeved button down blouse, if you could call it that, ending just below their breasts with an elastic band. Each one wore a gold chain as a belt in the low riding skirt, with half of a rainbow as a belt buckle. Their outfits were topped off with a green hat with a shamrock, and glittery green spike heels.

"Well, I take it you two are what, leprechauns?

"Yep. My name is Cindy, and my sister is Candy." One of them said as they stepped toward his desk.

"I see. And am I to presume that there is a pot of gold to be had?"

"Uh huh. If you find the end of the rainbow you get the pot of gold!" Cindy said as she stepped around one side of the desk while her sister moved around the other.

"I see." John said, looking at the two hanging pieces and realizing what they meant. Reaching out for the two pieces of rainbow, he pulled, gently unbuckling the home made buckle and pulling the chains. The backs of the buckles were attached to the snaps holding the skirts together, which easily unsnapped with his action. John let go of the buckles and the weight of the chairs drug the short skirts down their hips, landing with a clunk on the floor.

"Very hot!" John said as the two ladies moved to sit on the edge of his desk, one on either side of him, their trimmed red curls now fully on display.

"Thought you'd like that." Cindy said, sticking a leg out and setting it on the far side of his chair, the action spreading her legs and pussy for him. Candy followed suit, hooking her leg over her sisters, and reaching down to stroke her already wet lips.

"You like?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" John answered as he watched her fingers slowly press into her hot pussy, disappearing deeply into her. 

"Thought you might." She whispered as she pulled her finger out and reached for his mouth, gently slipping in so he could taste her juices. "Do you like sucking pussy as much as we like sucking dick?"

"I don't know, how much do you like sucking dick?"

"We love it!" They said in unison, putting their legs down and sliding off the desk. They sunk down between his legs and began to lick up his dick, one on each side, treating it like an ice cream cone.

"Ohhhh" John groaned when they wrapped their lips and tongues around his head. He reached down with both hands and began gently pulling on the buttons holding their tiny shirts tougher, releasing their apple sized tits to his view. He allowed them to lick and suck him for some minutes before he lifted their chins from his lap. "My turn. Sit." He said coaxing them up to sit on the edge of the desk. He rolled his chair in between Cindy's legs, gently licking her wet pussy and making her moan, the sound muffled by her sisters lips pressed to hers.

John gently licked and sucked each pussy in turn, using his fingers on the one his tongue wasn't attacking. Candy came first, her whole body shuddering as John licked her pussy and her sister sucked her tits and hard nipples. Her pussy flooded his mouth with her hot juices as she jerked and shuddered under their attentions. "Oh enough! Stop please!" she pleaded as he continued to lick and flick her hard clit.

Without a word John moved back to Cindy, driving a finger deep into her pussy while he sucked and nibbled her hard clit. OHHHHH FUCK!" she cried loudly as he triggered the climax that had been just ever so close before he moved back to her sister. She clamped her legs around John's head, squeezing him while her body shuddered, giving him at least as much girl cum as her sister had.

"Damn." They said as he rolled back and smiled, his face glistening with their cum. They moved off his desk and kissed every drop from his face before stepping back and buttoning their tops. John admired their creamy whit asses as they bent over to step into their tiny skirts. 

"Any time you want to come back, feel free." 

"Oh we will. Just thought you should know, we do everything together." Candy said with a grin.

"I'll remember that." John said, returning their smiles. He watched them leave and then slid back to the desk, shaking his head and wondering what was coming next.

He didn't have long to wait. Lisa Cho knocked and stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. Lisa was one of the other engineers on his floor, and if he hadn't been her supervisor he might have tried something long ago. Lisa was characteristically Asian, short, black straight hair slanted eyes and perpetual smile. John never really knew what her body looked like, until now, and was not at all displeased. Instead of the generally baggy dresses she normally wore, today she wore two bands of playing cards, one across her surprisingly large chest, and the other around her waist.

"I thought I'd come show you my costume." She said shyly as she walked up and stood near his desk, her hands behind her butt.

"I see. It looks terrific." John replied, noting that the playing cards didn't cover most of her pussy or smooth mound, and there were a few that seemed to be missing. "Would you like to come sit on my lap?"

"That depends. Pick a card. I'll do what it says."

"Hmmm That could be interesting. What are the choices?"

"Just have to wait and see." She said coyly as she stepped closer to John.

He reached out and selected the card directly in front of one of her nipples and pulled, taking the card. He turned it and looked at it. Written across the ace of hearts were the words "doggy style" with a condom taped to the card. John turned the card for her to see, and she blushed deep crimson.

"You would choose that one." She whispered as she stepped forward and took the card from him. She tossed the card and condom aside and then leaned over the side of the desk, resting her front on the papers strewn across it.

John stood up and stepped around her, gently stroking her ass and allowing his fingers to trace gently across her gender pussy lips. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Uh uh. I promised to do whatever the cards said." She said quietly.

"Who wrote on them?"

"Amanda."

"Ah, that explains it. Still, we don't have to do this."

"No, I want to. Everything on the cards are things I have wanted to try, but haven't. By the end of the day, well, by then I'll have tried everything on the list."

"Does each card have something?"

"No, only a few. She said if someone drew a blank they lost their chance."

"Sounds like fun. How many winners have there been so far?"

"Only three, but you're the first to go inside."

"Oh? What were the first two?" John asked as he rubbed his head against her wet pussy lips.

"Jason got to tit fuck me, I had to suck off Akaish and Kristen licked my pussy." She said with a moan as John pressed his dick into her tight pussy. "Oh god you're so big!" she moaned as he worked inch by inch into her. He stroked in and out only a half an inch or so, each time pressing slightly deeper. After several minutes of stroking he was taking long slow strokes into her, the head of his dick pressing against the end of her tunnel with each stroke. "So tell me." John said quietly as he stroked in and out of her. "How did it feel to have Kristen lick you?"

"Oh god. It was so gentle." She whispered breathlessly. "She licked up between my lips and then around my hard clit."

"Did she make you cum?" John asked.

"OH god yes! I'm going to cum again too!" she cried softly as her body started to shudder.

John was enjoying himself and saw no need to cum yet, wanting instead to save some for whomever might come yet. He stroked her slowly, holding her climax as high as he could, her pussy clenching and squeezing his hard dick as he slid in and out of her.

With her orgasm past, John pulled from her wet pussy and moved to his chair, sitting down with his dick sticking straight up.

"Didn't you want to cum?" She asked quietly.

"No. You did, that was enough."

"No, you have to cum in me! It's part of it!"

"You're sure?"

"Uh huh." She said, laying across the desk again.

"If that's what you want." John said stepping behind her again and pressing his dick into her. John stroked faster this time, slapping his hips into her firm tiny ass. "So what did you like best so far?" he asked.

"When Kristen licked my clit!" Lisa panted as John's dick grew larger with its impeding release. "Until now!"

"Oh?"

"OH fuck yes. Cum inside me! Please! I want to feel you cum in me!"

"Haven't you ever felt that before?"

"Uh uh. My husband only uses a condom."

The thought of being the first to actually fill her pussy, and probably the first bare dick she ever had inside her was enough to push him over the top. His dick erupted inside her, pumping her full of cum while his body jerked and twitched. He was glad he had the ring to improve his abilities, or the day was going to wear him beyond out.

John picked her up around the waist, and swiveled them to the chair where he sat down, allowing her to lean back against him. He reached under the cards and played with her hard nipples with one hand while he softened inside her. His other hand gently stroked her clit, making her pant and wiggle on his lap. "You want to cum again?"

"Are you going to let me say no?" She asked in a squeak.

"No." John whispered as he rolled one of her nipples and began working her clit in small circles.

"OH FUCK!" she grunted loudly as her whole body jerked in his arms. Her pussy contracted, practically squirting his softened dick out of her, along with copious amounts of their combined cum, and several squirts of fresh girl juice. John held her, working her tit and clit until her body stopped jerking and fell into a gentle tremble.

"There. Better now?"

"Oh god that was intense."

"Yes, it was." A voice said from the doorway. 

John looked up to see Cindy's friend, Kristen, stepping inside and closing the door. Her outfit was unusual to say the least. She wore a workman's belt with a giant tool pouch on the front to cover her pussy. The belt was held from sliding completely off her hips by two wide yellow suspenders that ran down her front, across her nipples and the front part of her large tits. Sticking out of the tool pouch were a wide array of various dildos and vibrators.

"I see you two had a good time. Too bad you're all used up." She said as she walked slowly each foot crossing the other. "I would have enjoyed taking a ride on that one."

"Well, you get it hard, you can ride it." John replied with a grin.

"Hmmm Always liked a challenge." She said quietly as she knelt down in front of the two of us. She reached into her tool pouch and pulled out a dick looking device with a knob on the end and twisted the red knob. A gentle humming sound came from the pink device, followed by a long slow moan from Cindy as she pressed the vibrating dick slowly into Cindy's pussy.

"That's it. Feel it." She cooed as she pressed my soft dick against the side of the dick as she slowly pushed it in and out of Cindy.

"Damn." John said, leaning his head back and enjoying the sensations of his dick being vibrated as well as Cindy's ass wiggling around on his lap. Cindy turned her head and drew John's face to hers, pressing her lips to his. She kissed him hotly as her pussy was worked by her friend. 

"Oh fuck." She moaned into his mouth, feeling his dick harden where it was pressed against her pussy lips.

"Seems like I got it hard." Kristen said with a smile. "I think Cindy wants to finish before I get my turn. But don't worry, I don't think you have long to wait." She lowered her face to Cindy's pussy, alternately licking the head of my dick and Cindy's clit.

True to her word, Cindy only lasted a few more minutes before her body jerked and spasmed in another orgasm. Kristen kept up the attention to her friend until she slumped, panting, on John's lap.

"I think she's done now." Kristen said, standing up. John watched as she unbuckled the tool belt and dropped it on the floor of the office, leaving her wearing nothing but her work boots. She helped Cindy slide off John's lap, turning her to face him, and then stepped over his lap, letting Cindy aim his now hard dick at Kristen's wet pussy. "Oh yes." She whispered as she lowered herself down onto his long dick. "Very nice."

"Oh god. So hot and wet." John said, as she began slowly riding up and down his dick with her steaming hot pussy. 

"OH yes. Hard and long. Just how I like it!" Kristen cooed as she continued to ride him. John reached around her and held her big tits in his hands, feeling them bounce as she landed time after time on his lap. "Yes squeeze them!" she cooed as he squeezed her hard nipples.

"Oh god." John groaned as Kristen's bouncing became faster and more erratic. 

"OH YES! FUCK YES!" Kristen squealed as Cindy stroked her clit as she bounced on John's lap. "I'M...Going...to...Cum!" she cried just before her whole body slammed down hard on his dick, shuddering and trembling as she groaned long and loud. Cindy licked and sucked her clit, pushing her climax even higher, causing her pussy to spasm and clench around John's dick.

Slowly she relaxed back against John's chest, covering his hands with hers and slowing their attention to her tits. "Oh god that was good." She said breathlessly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," John answered. 

"I gotta get back to work, or I'd stay here and fuck you all day. You have one fantastic dick." She cooed before pulling his face to hers for a gentle, wet kiss. She broke the kiss and pushed herself up, sliding out of his hands and pulling off his wet dick with a slurp. She helped Cindy up off the floor and then pulled her tool belt on, while Cindy re-dressed herself. The two women, now as presentable as the costumes and post sex allowed, leaned down and kissed him on each cheek before walking from his office.

"God what a day." John said with a grin as he looked at the ceiling.

"Having a good day, huh?" Amanda asked as she stepped into his office, eyeing his exposed dick still covered with Kristen's juices.

"All that and more." John replied, admiring how she looked in her little nurse outfit. He decided to pay a lot more attention to her after today was over. She had done a fantastic job of arranging things.

"Well, if you're up to it, Tracy wants me to let her know when you're free."

"Oh?" John asked, wondering what his boss wanted with him. He was reasonably sure that it wasn't to fuck him. "She want me to come down?"




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"Uh huh." 

"Ok." John said, tucking his hard dick under his toga as best he could as he got up from his chair. "I guess I better go see her." He said with resignation. Tracy wasn't a bad looking woman, even though she was several years his senior. She just always struck John as a stuck-up prude. He hadn't ever seen her in anything but a business pants suit, and since she took over the position, hadn't really ever been friendly toward him. Calling to see him today did not bode well.

John made his way down to the end of the building and stopped at her secretary's desk. Julia was a large woman, not at all slender, with a round happy face and smiling eyes. Her costume was a greek toga, similar to Johns, although he wasn't sure how long it was with her bottom half hidden behind the desk.

"Hello Mister Winston." She said pleasantly.

"Is she in a good mood?" 

"Not a bad mood. But I wouldn't call it good."

"Hmmm. Thanks." John said with a scowl as she called Tracy to let him know John had arrived.

"She'll see you now." Julia said with a smile. 

"Thanks." John said as he headed toward the office door.

"Close it behind you." Tracy Simons said as John stepped into her large corner office. 

John closed the door behind him and turned to see Tracy sitting, not at her desk, but in one of the more comfortable arm chairs that sat off near the windows. John had many conversations with her in these chairs, not quite believing that just sitting in the chairs would make anyone feel like she was more friendly than if she were behind her desk. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Please, sit John." She said, standing up and motioning to the chair across the little glass table from her. To John's surprise, she wore a short black dress, with the jagged cut hem at a sharp angle. The top of the dress was uncharacteristically low, showing cleavage well down between a set of large breasts that were surprisingly full and round. Her black fishnet stockings, makeup and long black wig, finished off her Elvira look.

John walked over to the chair she offered and sat down, barely able to take his eyes from the significant amount of breast she was showing. He really had no idea she could look anywhere near this hot.

"So. I hear you took the lead in the Halloween costume contest, encouraging everyone to dress up?" She asked, her eyes flicking occasionally down to where he worried his dick must be showing.

"A little. My secretary really did most of the work."

"I see." She said, standing up and walking over toward the windows, giving John a chance to admire her firm round ass for several seconds. "I've heard some disturbing reports." She continued.

"Oh?" John asked, trying to sound innocent.

Tracy turned to face him and walked toward him slowly. "Yes. I've heard that some of the costumes are... quite provocative, and possibly even a bit lewd."

"Well, some of the ladies have taken it a bit farther than I would have expected." John said, swallowing as she stepped around behind his chair.

"Yes, well. Whatever the motivation, we won the judging with the widest margin that anyone can recall." She said as she rested her hand on his shoulder. "I suspect that your encouragement of the costume type may have played a factor in it."

So far so good. John thought to himself. 

"But I also heard that some of the women have been making trips to your office and coming out looking... well fucked?"

Now John knew he was in the hot seat. He felt her hand on his shoulder and knew this was his chance. "That's a pretty provocative outfit you have on. It sure would be nice to see more of your tits though, maybe even more of you naked."

"Is that how you do it? You just politely ask them?" Tracy whispered, removing her hand from his shoulder. 

It usually took a few moments for John to see the change in them, but for some reason, as Tracy stepped around his chair, instead of her taking her costume off, he felt like it was getting darker.

"John. Are you alright?" She asked with concern, bending down to look into his eyes as the room slowly went dark around him.

John shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from it. He looked around in confusion at the rough stone block walls that made up the room he was in. The only light came from a single flickering torch sticking out from a stone fixture on the wall, and a gentle green glow from the window. John struggled to his feet, wondering what had happened and where he had been taken. He stepped to the window and saw nothing but a swirling green surface, almost as if he were looking at a marble from the inside.

He still wore his toga, which he considered a good sign. No hospital gown, straight jacket or orange jail jumpsuit. He pulled open the rough wooden door that looked like it had to be several hundred years old, and ventured out into the hallway. The hallway seemed to be an extension of the room he work up in. Wide, with rough stone walls and a flat stone ceiling and floor, the hallway seemed to go on endlessly, very so often lit by another torch, flickering brightly in its holder on the wall.

John walked down the hallway, looking into each room he came to, finding them all empty, but having an assortment of rough furnishings, ranging from beds, to tables and chairs. He was just about to look into a room when he jumped back, startled at finding another person walking toward the door.

She was a good looking woman, easily in her late forties, but striking in her beauty. Her costume didn't fit the surroundings any better than his did. She appeared to be a Victorian woman, her long cream colored dress heavily covered with delicate lace, from the high collared neck to the wide flowing skirt.

"My god." She murmured before stepping toward him and grabbing him. She pulled him against herself and pressed her mouth to his, hungrily kissing him. Her mouth practically devoured him as she reached between them and began undoing the buttons that extended down the front of her dress. She released him with her hands long enough to shrug the top of her dress off, and then wrapped her hand back around his head and pulled his mouth back to his while she moved her other hand behind her back. In a few more moments of kissing him, she stepped back, pushing the skirt and hoop down her body. She stepped out of the dress and pushed her long legged panniers down, leaving her in nothing but a tightly fit corset between her hips and ample breasts. Her nearly nude body was as beautiful as her face, and he couldn't help but stare at her as she grabbed him and pulled him backwards into the room. She backed them up until her butt was pressing against the table in the middle of the room and began pulling off the toga he was wearing, his hard dick sticking out at her.

"Oh god yes!" she said loudly, pulling him toward her as she lifted her butt onto the table. "Quickly, fuck me! I need to be fucked!"

"With pleasure!" John said, stepping between her legs as she spread them. John pressed his head against her pussy lips and slowly pressed into her, eliciting a long cry of pleasure. John began pumping into her with abandon, stroking long and hard into her wet pussy. He moved his hands to her firm breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples as he massaged her ample tits. She cried in passion and pleasure as he pumped into her, his hips slapping loudly into her creamy ass. They seemed to go on forever, rhythmically slapping together, crying and grunting until exhausted and frustrated, John collapsed on top of her.

"It's ok." She cooed, gently stroking his hair. 

"Sorry." John whispered back, not sure why he couldn't seem to get either of them to climax.

"It's not your fault. It's the place." She said as she lay back on the table, stroking his hair. "You too are a prisoner here, as are we all."

John pushed himself up and looked down at her nearly naked body. "What do you mean?"

"You were the controller of the Zanthis ring, were you not?"

"Yes."

"You used it to try to control a witch. I made the same mistake. I tried to take someone and didn't realize they were a warlock."

"I don't understand."

"The ring... you used it to control women, and it would bend their will to yours, sexually, I mean. It draws it energy from you. Zanthis was afraid that the black night would use it to gain control of the kingdom. What he knew was that the queen was descended from a true witch, and placed a curse on the ring that if the he tried to use the ring on a witch, he would be imprisoned here, inside the ring. And that was what happened. Unfortunately, the ring as survived for many years, and nearly all of the ring owners has eventually tried to use it on someone that was descended from a witch or warlock, so we are all trapped here."

"The ring is hundreds of years old. How many could still be alive?"

"Time has no meaning here. We are trapped for all time. There are twelve women and twenty-two men. There is no need to drink or eat or sleep, however, the price for this immortality is that we are driven to desire sex when we see another of the opposite sex, but we can never reach fulfillment. When I saw you, I couldn't resist wanting to have sex with you, I was driven to it as much as you were. But I knew that neither of us would reach fulfillment. For that reason most of us try to stay separate from each other, our choice to spend eternity in either solitude or frustration."

John looked down at her for long seconds, trying to decide if she were joking. The longer he looked at her the certain he was she was telling the truth. John pulled his still hard dick from her wet pussy and stepped to a chair, sitting heavily. He had all the time of eternity to think...