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Stein's Girl Ch. 01

By: Orfeo



Chapter 1: Awakening

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the bright light above her head. The first thing she felt was the cool feel of table's leather mat upon her naked back and legs. There were shelves and counters, all painted white, and bright stainless steel instruments. The walls were pale blue and the tiles of the dropped ceiling were white foam. 

She ran her hands over her large naked breast and the feeling that gave her made her breath sharpen. Her left hand moved slowly down her flat belly and she slid the tip of her finger into the top of her shaved cunt. That feeling brought a little moan from her lips.

"You're awake. Good."

She moved here head to look at the man who was standing just above her right shoulder. He wore a white lab coat and the blue name tag on the coat read "DR. STEIN." He looked at his watch and made a little tic on the clipboard he was holding. He was bald, thin and probably about fifty years old 

As she watched him she slid her finger further into her wet vagina and moved it slowly back and forth. She moaned again from the pleasure.

"Just awake and already the little slut aren't you." He sounded quite pleased and he moved to where he could watch her masturbate a little better. She looked speculatively at his crotch and saw that his cock was beginning to push against the fabric of his khaki pants.

"You're name is Angelique," said the man, leaning his head to the side as he watcher her finger move. Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply. "There are certain chemicals in your body and one of the side affects of them is that they are very likely to make you feel almost constantly horny. You are going to need sex probably once an hour or so in order to keep yourself in control. Do you understand?"

Angelique nodded her head. She squeezed her right nipple while her other hand continued its movement in her pussy. 

"The benefit of these chemicals is that they should make you quite physically appealing to others, most especially other women." His voice as he spoke was clinical, a calm statement of facts and a strange juxtaposition to her wanton display of sexual energy. "They are a mixture of potent sex pheremones and other select chemicals, a real hodgepodge of this and that but a potent mixture nonetheless. Men will find you intriguing, but women will find you downright irresistible. These chemicals are to be found in your bodily fluids. Sweat and saliva will both contain them but the highest concentration is to be found in your vaginal fluids. Kissing you will turn women on. When they eat your pussy they will find themselves in heaven. The affect should be quite interesting."

Her fingers felt good to her but she wanted more. 

"Fuck me." She breathed hard from desire as she looked at the bulge in his pants.

His eyes traveled from the activity being displayed in her cunt, up and over her smooth flat stomach to her well shaped breasts, finally settling on her pretty face. Her brown hair was long and fell in waves around her. He looked carefully at the space above her right ear and his long fingers reached out and brushed aside the hair there. The scar was almost invisible.

"Please fuck me." She repeated her request with more urgency.

"Not me sweetheart," he said without animosity, "I know where you've been." He let her hair fall back onto the table and let his fingers trace a line down her throat and up her breast. Her back arched from the touch.

"But I don't want you to suffer. And watching you is making me horny as hell. I have a little proposition for you and if it works out like I think it will, you will be free to leave on your own and we take this experiment to the next level."

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Missy looked at the clock on the wall above her desk and sighed as she realized she had another two hours before she could leave. She hated whenever the agency sent her to work with Dr. Stein and she would be glad when she left for home. Hank had promised to hire a babysitter and take her out to dinner and a movie and she was looking forward to the date. 

At least twice a week, the agency sent out one of it's girls to work as a receptionist in Dr. Stein's clinic and about half the time it seemed like that girl was Missy. The pay was good but it had to be good if Missy was going to put up with the good doctor and his roving eyes. Not that Stein had ever made a direct pass at her. She had made it clear almost from the first that she was very happily married and the Doctor had never done anything but leer when he thought she wasn't looking. Still she could almost always feel his eyes on her ass or tits whenever he was in the same room as her. She tried to make sure she wore her most conservative outfits whenever she worked the clinic but it was impossible to completely conceal her curves for nature had seen fit to bless her with large breasts and a well rounded butt. 

A buzzer sounded on the desk and Missy flipped the switch on the intercom. 

"Do we have anyone out there?" The Doctor's voice sounded a little different than normal. Almost like he was enjoying some joke or another.

Missy scanned the waiting room on the other side of the desk and scowled. They hadn't had any patients all day, not that the Stein's practice was ever very busy.

"No Doctor Stein," said Missy into the intercom. 

"Good, then will you please see to the young lady in Room 5. She just woke up and I don't want her left alone very long. Her name is Angelique."

Missy frowned, puzzled. She had been there since the clinic had opened and she knew that no-one had entered all day. So why, she wondered, was there a woman in Room 5. She had to have been there all night. That sometimes happened but it was strange the Doctor had failed to mention this before. But then he had been awful busy all day on one of his projects. 

"Missy?" The Doctor's voice was impatient now.

"Yes sir. I'll check on her."

"Good, good. I'll be there shortly."

Missy flipped off the intercom and stood up. She stretched her back, sore from sitting so long and looked once more at the clock. 

"Two hours and I am so gone." With a deep breath of wearieness she walked through door out of the reception area. Her shoes clicked on the hard tiled floor and the sound echoed loudly in the narrow hallway. She turned a corner and stopped before the door on her right. Room 5.

Knocking lightly to announce her presence, she turned the stainless steel handle and gently opened the door.

"Hello. Angelique. I'm Missy. Doctor Stein's receptionist. He asked me to look in on you."

There was no reply and Missy looked gingerly into the room. Seated on the examination bed, legs dangling over the edge of the leather mat was a fair skinned brunette, utterly nude. The woman looked back at Missy curiously, head tilted to the side. Missy swallowed hard, unsure.

"Are you alright?"

The woman smiled and nodded. She was very lovely, with long brown hair and soft features. Her breast were well rounded and firm, likely not completely natural, and small nipples were hard from the cold air.

Missy stepped into the room. She was suddenly nervous and her words came fast. "You must be cold dear. Let me get you a blanket while you wait for the Doctor. The Doctor said that you just woke up. Are you feeling alright?"

The woman said nothing. She simply smiled sweetly. Her left hand traced a line absentmindedly from her knee up her thigh. Missy hurried to one of the cabinets on the floor across from the examination table and bending her knees she opened the door and pulled out one of the blankets within. It was a soft antique white cotton blanket and it smelled of detergent. 

Missy stood and opened up the blanket. And then she noticed what Angelique was doing. While Missy had been getting the blanket out of the cupboard the other woman had begun slowly masturbating. Her legs were open, her right hand resting on the inside of her thigh, her left hand rubbing her pussy. What was most disconcerting to Missy was the way that Angelique was looking at her. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" asked Angelique.

Missy laughed nervously. "Honey, I'm as straight as they come. A one man woman, if you know what I mean. And this isn't the time or place for that sort of behavior."

Angelique said nothing but her breathing deepened as her left hand rubbed a little faster. Missy swallowed nervously. She wanted to get out of the room but there was something else happening. For some reason she felt excited. She remembered the blanket in her hand and decided she needed to finish what she had started and then excuse herself and find the doctor. Let him deal with this strange woman.

Missy held out the blanket and moved to wrap it around Angelique's shoulders. The other woman had a pleasant smell, like chocolate and strawberries. Missy loved chocolate covered strawberries. They reminded her of the first time she had made love to her husband. He had given them to her as a present and she had eaten them as he had eaten her. Missy felt a small stirring of desire and her mind went unbidden to thoughts of her husbands tongue on her pussy. Missy pulled the blanket tight around Angelique's shoulders and almost without conscious thought moved her face closer to the other woman's hair. She almost didn't notice when Angelique stroked her face. 

"Is that better," asked Missy. Her hands were rested atop Angelique's shoulders and she was standing between Anqelique's legs. Her breath was coming much faster, but it was from excitement now, not nerves. For some reason Missy did not feel nervous any longer.

Angelique did not answer. She instead stroked a finger across Missy's lips. It was the finger that just a few moment's earlier had been rubbing her own wet cunt. Missy moaned softly and she thought of her husband's hard dick in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue Missy licked Angelique's finger. Angelique let Missy suck her finger and with her right hand she began rubbing Missy's large soft tits. Missy was wearing a silky blue blouse and Angelique could feel the lace of her bra through the fabric. 

Moving her finger out of Missy's mouth, Angelique reached behind the other woman's head and pulled her forward for a kiss, continuing to rub her left breast as she did so. Missy's mind was already strongly aroused and she offered no resistance. Angelique's tongue pushed between Missy's lips and Missy pushed her own tongue forward to lick the tip of the other woman's tongue. Pictures of sex filled Missy's head and feelings of pleasure shot through her body. It was no longer Angelique holding the back of Missy's head. Instead Missy had one hand behind the other woman's head and the other behind her back, pulling her forward in a tight embrace as they kissed. Angelique was meanwhile unbuttoning Missy's blouse with one hand and stroking Missy's groin with the other. 

In moment's Missy's shirt was open and Angelique was reaching behind Missy's back to unclasp her bra. The hooks were easily unsnapped and Angelique lifted the cups up and off the other's breasts. The large globular mounds of flesh swung free and Angelique pinched Missy's right nipple as her right hand moved up and grasped Missy's left wrist. Missy groaned from the feeling of pleasure in her tit and kissed Angelique's cheeks and neck. There was a thin film of sweat on both women now and the more Missy kissed the other woman, the more aroused she became. Angelique moved Missy's hand from behind her back and put it between her legs, on top of her wet cunt. With only a little urging Missy's fingers slid into Angelique's pussy and then it was Angelique's turn to groan from the pleasure. Missy rubbed the walls of Angelique's cunt even as Angelique slid her own fingers into Missy's cunt. Missy's pussy was unshaven and felt so very different from her own smooth pussy. There was a small lump, a mole possibly on the right side of Missy's cunt and Angelique rubbed that a moment. Before moving herself so that she could slide her finger deeper into the other's wet vagina opening. Almost simultaneously both women began to grind their hips against the hand and fingers of the other woman. 

Missy's thoughts were a blur. Images of her husband's dick and thoughts of it inside her filled her head. She was so aroused she was almost beyond coherent thought. Erotic fragrances filled her nose and mouth and she wanted more. Angelique's fingers felt like heaven and her skin tasted even better. She was so turned on that she scarcely noticed when Dr. Stein entered the room and began watching the two women finger fucking each other. Missy's huge flopping breasts were everything he knew they would be and she looked so sexy with her pants down around her knees and her white cotton panties. Her hips moved like a woman who knew what she wanted and was determined to get it.

Angelique looked up, her eyes glassy from pleasure and she saw Stein watching her and Missy. 

"Eat my pussy," Angelique commanded breathily to Missy who had her face between Angelique's breasts. Missy moaned and moved her head lower as ordered. Her tongue darted over Angelique's wet pussy and as it did so her body shivered from pleasure. Never had she tasted anything so sweet, so wonderful. It was like chocolate and strawberries and cream and sugar. It was intoxicating and mind-numbing. Her tongue licked faster.

"Dr. Stein wants to fuck you like a dog," said Missy, her eyes rolling from the pleasure of being eaten out so vigorously. "Would you like a hard cock in your pussy."

Missy mumbled something but she did not stop what she was doing. The doctor smiled and took that for his cue. He moved behind Missy and pulled her white cotton panties down off her hips. He stroked her round ass cheeks and then reached forward and cupped her massive tits in his hands as he rubbed his groin against Missy's ass. She wiggled her hips appreciatively. 

Angelique moaned and lay back on the table. She slid her left hand down to the top of her pussy and rubbed her clit. Missy continued to eat out Angelique's pussy and the Doctor unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear alike off. His thin dick was already at full attention and clear pre-cum dripped from the end of it. He spread Missy's legs apart and then bending his knees a little he pushed straight up and into her cunt. Missy moaned from the feeling of the Doctor's cock and began to bounce her hips up and down. Her head bounced to the same rhythm and Angelique's muscles clenched as a small orgasm rushed through her body. 

Missy too was having orgasm's one after another and her body clenched and unclenched from their massive power. Her vaginal walls contracted with each new orgasm and the Doctor moaned as he too began to come. He could feel the semen shoot out into Missy's hot wet pussy and still her cunt was grabbing his cock.

"Aaoooh!" cried Angelique as she had her second orgasm. This one was not small though and her whole body trembled as her back arched and her legs tightened. "Ohh yes," she purred.

Missy was still coming and her breath came in small whimpers as her pelvis shook back and forth, up and down, frantic for more pleasure. 

The Doctor pulled his cock out of Missy and stepped back. Almost detachedly he reached over and grabbed a paper towel from the bottom of the dispenser on the wall and used it to wipe the wet juices off of his now flaccid member. His look was clinical as he watched Missy who was now busy rubbing her own dripping cunt as she continued to orgasm.

Angelique was sated for the moment but she did not stop Missy from continuing the oral pleasuring of her wet cunt. Like the Doctor she too chose to watch Missy who was oblivious to all but her own sensations. The fingers of her right hand rubbed her own pussy harder and harder and still the orgasms came.

Finally Missy cried "eeeeeeaaaah," lifting her mouth up and off Angelique's glistening pussy. Her eyes were rolled back and her hand stopped its movement. Her breath stopped as the ultimate orgasm filled every nerve of her body. It continued and continued and then, suddenly, it was over. Missy breathed once more and then collapsed slowly to the ground. 

The sight of her on the floor was enough to stir the Doctor's dick again. He relished the look of her clothing, her unbuttoned shirt and loose bra, her pants and panties down around her knees. Her pale untanned skin and her large floppy breasts were both all that he had ever dreamed about. Let other men chase after tanned wafer thin model want to be's. He had always liked his women to be well padded. For a moment he thought about fucking her again while she was unconscious but then he thought better of it. 

"Is she alright?" Angelique looked down at Missy's prone form. Stein could not decide of she was concerned or merely curious. 

"Don't worry about her," said Stein, bending down and grabbing his pant. And then he grinned broadly as he looked at his naked creation. "Sweet success. You my dear are everything I knew you would be."

Stein's Girl Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Clothes and Kathleen

Dr. Stein sat at his private desk. Occasionally he glanced at the many monitors arrayed in front of him, occasionally he wrote something down on his clipboard. As he wrote he talked to himself.

"Battery level - very poor. Have to do something about the drain on the battery." He glanced up from his clipboard to the bottom monitor. "Still in the cab. I see the PH69 levels are starting to rise again." Stein glanced at his watch and then made a note of the time. "55 minutes since the last peak. Ah here we are. Going into a clothes store are we my dear? This should be interesting."

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Angelique, having paid the fare with some of the cash that Dr. Stein had given her before she had left the clinic, stepped out of the cab and looked around. Random bits of thought and hazy memories struggled through her dazed mind. She was momentarily unsure of herself, of where she was and why she was there. And then she saw the mannequins in the window in front of her. They were posed in provocative positions, dressed in casual summer fashions. With a smile Angelique remembered that she wanted to buy some clothes. All she had to wear was an old flannel shirt and Khaki pants, both of which had originally belonged to Stein. Neither fitted her well and she had to constantly be pulling at the pants to keep them on her hips. 

Some underwear, a bra perhaps, and a dress. That was what Angelique had wanted when she had first gotten in the cab. That was why she was standing now in front of this store. Finally, more certain of herself, she walked with momentary confidence into the store, her left hand holding up her pants. 

Once inside some of Angelique's confidence faded. A wave of deja vu filled her, as did a sudden awareness of a growing physical desire. She struggled to focus her mind and turned her head this way and that way looking for... something. Her eyes drifted over the many circular racks of clothing, focusing for a moment on a tall, blonde man. He was standing with one hand on the shoulder of a woman, also blonde. They were obviously a couple, looking for clothes for the woman. Angelique thought suddenly of the man naked, his hard cock buried between her hips. She shivered from the almost palpable feeling of pleasure that the thought gave her and forced herself to look past them, trying to put thoughts of sex out of her mind. She saw row after row of brassieres and panties just past the endearing couple and so stumbled in that direction.

As Angelique walked between the hanging pieces of lingerie she once more experienced a wave of desire for sexual pleasure. She was getting horny. Her breathing began to deepen and she could feel her pussy wetting from the idea of sex. Thinking about bras did not do much to alleviate her train of thought. Absently, her eyes scanned the various sizes on a row of black lacy bras. She saw 32B and for some reason that seemed right to her. Reaching out, she lifted one of the black bras off the hook it hung from. 

"Can I help you? Are you finding everything all right?"

Angelique glanced over at the petite woman standing just a few feet away from her. Her name-tag read "Kathleen" and she was dressed in a simple white skirt and blue blouse. She stood only five feet tall, even in two inch heels, and were it not for the slight wrinkling around the eyes and the slight peppering of grey hair in her black hair, she might have passed for a teenager.

When Angelique did not answer right away, Kathleen was momentarily at a loss. The taller brunette was staring at her strangely and she was breathing heavily. For a moment Kathleen thought the woman might be on drugs, certainly her clothing was suggestive of somebody on the skids. 

"What do you need?" Kathleen asked, trying to smile sweetly. 

"I need to get fucked," answered Angelique rather thickly. 

Kathleen laughed, rather startled by the blunt response. "Don't we all, sweetheart." Kathleen took a deep breath and decided to play the scene professionally. "Do you need some clothes? Looking for something for a hot date perhaps?"

Angelique stared strangely at Kathleen, and then a moment later she nodded. She could feel herself beginning to sweat from desire and she thought once more of having a man's cock in her pussy. Her thoughts felt strange and disjointed.

"I have money," said Angelique suddenly and she pulled out a wad of cash from the left pocket of her pants. The action caused her pants to start to fall and she grabbed at them, dropping several twenty dollar bills on the floor in the process.

"Oh, darling, you don't need to be waving that at me." Kathleen bent to pick up the money and as she moved closer to Angelique to do so she caught a whiff of the other woman's scent. It was like Caramel and Flowers all combined, sweet and heady. Almost immediately, Kathleen realized she liked this strange woman. She smoothed out the cash and put it back in Angelique's hand.

All smiles now, Kathleen began to talk, her inhibitions and uncertainties forgotten. "So you need a bra? And some new pants I would guess, perhaps a dress? I think black would look good on you. Darling! 32B? If you wear a B cup I'll buy it for you myself. It's hard to tell in that shirt but you must be a D cup at least."

Kathleen stopped talking for a moment for Angelique's face was suddenly displaying signs of puzzlement and confusion. Angelique stared at the bra she held in her left hand and then her right hand reached up and felt her left breast, feeling it's size. Confusion mixed suddenly with the pleasure of touching her own breast and tears began to form at the edge of Angelique's eyes.

"Don't cry!" Kathleen felt horrible. This wonderful woman should not be crying. "We'll measure you. Let's grab some of these things and on the way to the back we'll grab a couple of dresses and let you try them on. New clothes will make you fell better. Promise."

Kathleen made a guess at the other woman's size and grabbing some of the bras, she shepherded Angelique towards the fitting rooms in the back of the store. Angelique let herself be led and they paused only long enough to pull some dresses off of the rack.

The fitting rooms were empty and Kathleen, taking only a moment to find a measuring tape, led Angelique into the largest of the fitting rooms, one designed to allow a wheelchair. It would be comfortable for two people.

"Alright sweety," said Kathleen, "Let's get you measured. I need you to undo that shirt. It's a little too bulky. We'll get a better fit without it."

Angelique stood for a moment, unmoving. Kathleen thought for a moment that the other was too shy but the truth was almost the opposite. So desirous was Angelique for sexual gratification that she almost could not think coherently. With thick fingers, she reached up and undid the buttons on her flannel shirt, letting it fall to the ground. Then, staring hard at Kathleen, she undid the button on here pants. They fell down around her ankles and she stepped closer to Kathleen.

Kathleen stared at this perfect woman, her round, firm breasts; her flat stomach, no fat on her anywhere; her perfectly smooth pussy, so obviously wet. The smell of Caramel filled Kathleen's olfactory senses and for some reason she found herself thinking of Justin, her ex-husband. The man was a bastard and she was well rid of him, but he had been fantastic in bed. Then she thought of Carl, her fiancee and his hard cock. For a moment she had a brief image of Justin taking her from behind and Carl taking her from the front. With a deep breath she tried to bring herself back to the here and now. She needed to measure this marvelous woman's marvelous breasts.

Reaching behind Angelique, Kathleen pulled the tape measure around. The feel of Angelique's smooth flesh was like that of silk and Kathleen found herself thinking of silk sheets on naked skin. Angelique's breast were almost at eye level for Kathleen and she stared, fascinated at the small, pert nipples, their size and dark pink coloring a contrast with the larger globes upon which they rested. 

"I wish I had tits like that," said Kathleen audibly and tape measure forgotten for the moment, she rubbed the left breast tenderly. Angelique moaned from the touch and rotated her hips sensually.

"I think I love you," said Kathleen, "You're so beautiful. So wonderful. You smell so delicious." Part of her wondered, confused at her feelings. She knew she loved Carl. They were going to get married. She had never been turned on by a woman, though Justin had once tried to force her to share him with a hired slut (that had been the final straw that broke their relationship), but she couldn't imagine anyone more wonderful than this pale, luscious creature she was touching.

Angelique said nothing in return but she moved her head lower and kissed Kathleen on the cheek and then tenderly on the lips. Kathleen felt the other woman's tongue, tasted her saliva in her mouth and suddenly it was as if she could feel Carl inside her, moving. Unconsciously, one hand, her left hand, slid down, into her own skirt and she touched herself, aroused and horny. Angelique stood straight and then started guiding Kathleen's face towards her large breasts. 

With one hand holding Angelique's back and the other hand working itself inside her cunt, Kathleen sucked hungrily at the proffered breasts. First one and then the other. The more she licked, the hornier she became. The hornier she felt, the more she sucked.

"Eat my pussy," moaned Angelique finally, enjoying the pleasure coursing through her body but wanting more. Kathleen did not immediately comply, so caught up was she in the feel of Angelique's firm tits in her mouth. Her own finger had never felt so good and she could feel herself approaching a climax. 

"Eat My Pussy!" growled Angelique, loudly and this time Kathleen did drop to her knee, stretching the band of her skirt around her forearm. The hand that had been cradling Angelique's back now grabbed her shapely rear and as Angelique spread her legs Kathleen slid her tongue along the already wet cunt of her new lover. The taste was unlike any that she had ever known. Simultaneously, Kathleen slid her tongue into Angelique's pussy and her finger deep into her own wet cunt. With a gasp Kathleen had an orgasm and her body trembled from it. 

Angelique purred from pleasure and moaned loudly, "Stick your finger in my pussy. Stick it in deep, like a cock." Kathleen reluctantly removed her hand from her skirt and slid her middle finger into Angelique, resting her chin upon her palm as she did so. All the while,l Kathleen lapped with her tongue, enjoying the delightful taste of this wonderful pussy. Angelique's moans became louder and louder as she gyrated her smooth cunt against the other woman's face. Kathleen smiled as she thought of the pleasure she was giving the woman she loved and she wished desperately that Carl was there, fucking her hard while she ate pussy. 

Angelique's cries slowly grew louder and louder, building to a crescendo. At last she screamed out, "Oh... Yes!"

It was then that a knock came at the door of the fitting room. "What's going on in there?" It was the voice of the store manager and Kathleen, her face coated with wet pussy juices and her hair disheveled, had just enough presence of mind to think to herself, "Oh, shit." Then with both hands she spread Angelique's pussy wider and pushed her face once more into the breach.



Stein's Girl Ch. 03



Stein's Girl: 3 - Kat's Bed

Kathleen was a talker. 

As soon as they were in her car she had started, "Shit. I can't believe I just got fired. I can't believe what I just did! I'm Kathleen, my friends call me Kat. What's your name? Angelique. That's a pretty name. I had a roommate in college called Angelica." They had been in her car already ten minutes and she still hadn't stopped. Her whole body quivered with nervous energy and it all rushed out of her in a verbal train of free association.

Angelique did not mind the chatter. It somehow soothed her. The physical demands of desire had been sated with an orgasm, allowing her enough freedom of thought for introspection. She remembered what Dr. Stein had told her after she had awaken, a mere couple of hours earlier. He had said that she would need sex about once an hour in order to control herself. She understood what he meant now. When her body began demanding sex she couldn't focus on anything else, all other needs or desires became secondary, even forgotten. 

"I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Carl. You'll like Carl. He's a detective. Police detective, not private investigator. He's cute and sweet. He claims he's psychic too. We share a house. That's where I'm taking you now. It's really his house, but we are planning on getting married in August."

Though she talked so seemingly cheerful, Kat was inwardly filled with a seething cauldron of emotions. That she had so wantonly eaten out this wonderful creature's pussy was something of a shock to her. That she wanted to do it again was a certainty. That it had ended up getting her fired was horrible. What Carl, whom she still loved and wanted to marry, would say was a mystery. As she talked, the only thing Kat did not mention was what the two women had done together just a quarter of an hour earlier.

"Carl won't be home for at least another hour, more if he gets busy on something important, and I thought maybe tonight I would fix him something special. He likes fish. Do you cook?"

An almost imperceptible shake of Angelique's head was the only answer Kat received. Unperturbed, the petite, dark haired woman continued to talk but Angelique only partially paid attention. She was wondering at her answer. Did she cook? She didn't know. It made her feel confused and upset, much as she had been when she realized that she didn't even know her own bra size, though she felt as if she should. Perhaps if she kept herself from getting too horny again, she would remain clear headed long enough to remember what it was that she couldn't remember she had forgotten. 

Angelique looked thoughtfully at Kat as she talked. She understood dimly that she had, through being who she was, somehow ruined some part of the woman's life. And yet she would do it again, she knew, and feel little remorse as she did it. Angelique decided, then and there, with a cold calculation to seduce Kat again. There was very little of attraction or desire in that decision. Kat was the person at hand and finding another before desire began might create further difficulties.

"We're almost there. Do you like that dress? I think you look quite good in red. At least that rat bastard let us pay for your clothes before he kicked us out."

Angelique had to agree about the dress. She did look good in it. It was a low cut, tight red dress with spaghetti straps. The black bra that she had also bought peeked over the top of the dress seductively. Several men had quite openly stared at her as they had left the store. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to buy either shoes or underwear. The store manager had been threatening to call the police and she hadn't wanted a bigger scene. Amusingly enough, at least to Angelique, the female clerk had been very nice.

Kat pulled the car into a long driveway leading to a double garage. The house was a red brick ranch with neatly trimmed grass and well manicured hedge bushes. 

"This is it. I never park in the garage, except in bad weather. We let the cats roam around in there and I always worry about running over them."

Kat and Angelique both stepped out of the car and almost simultaneously they stretched. The car ride had lasted twenty minutes.

"Come on in. You'll like it inside."

Angelique followed quietly and waited patiently as Kat fumbled for the right key. 

"We always lock the door. Give me a moment. Here we are. After you. Ladies first."

Kat held the door opened and Angelique stepped through. The short entrance hall was floored with a rose pattern linoleum that contrasted nicely with the red and gold wallpaper. An arched doorway on the right led into a red carpeted living room and straight across from the front door was another arched doorway leading into a white tiled kitchen.

Kat closed the door, kicked off her shoes towards a corner and threw her purse atop them. "I'm glad to be out of those things. My feet are killing me. Can you tell, Red is my favorite color. Carl let me decorate the house myself last year. I wasn't living here then but we were already engaged..."

Angelique stepped towards the shorter woman and bending her head down, she silenced her with a kiss. Kat was caught off guard and protested for a moment and then, almost without thought, she returned the kiss with some passion. The desire that had been so strong in the store had almost disappeared while in the car. But now they threatened to return in full force. Kat, who at one point had found herself wondering why she had confessed love for this almost complete stranger now felt her emotions once more beginning to grow.

Angelique, taking control of the situation, tightly embraced Kat with both arms and worked her tongue along the inside of the other woman's mouth. The feel of that tongue was arousing to kat and she returned the embrace fully. Then, pulling back just a bit Kat managed, "The bedroom is this way."

The theme in the bedroom also seemed to be red. The walls were white, as was the carpet, but the bed covers, sheets and blankets alike, were all red and the dominant color in the paintings on the walls was red. 

Angelique scarcely noticed the decor as she began to undress Kat. The blouse was the first to go, then the skirt and then Kat found herself standing in only her white cotton panties and lacy white bra. They kissed again passionately and then Angelique was sliding off her dress, revealing her smooth pussy and black bra. Once more they kissed and as each tongue worked on the other woman's tongue, they also worked their fingers on the bra clasps. The bra's were pulled off and Kat slid her panties to the floor. Each woman was completely naked as they continued their kiss.

Hesitantly Kat let her hands roam across the other's back, feeling the smooth skin, so silky and cool to the touch. Again, as she had the first time, she found that she enjoyed the Angelique's smell. It made her think of all the great moments in her sex life, with both Justin and Carl and now with this incredible woman. She squeezed Angelique's rear with her left hand and reached around with her right and ran a finger along the lips of Angelique's vagina.

Angelique quivered at the touch and then with a wicked smile she shoved Kat backwards and onto the red covers of the bed. Kat breathed hard at the sudden push and then she laughed. Angelique took a moment to look at Kat's naked body for the first time, though it was more out of a natural curiosity than anything else. The small woman had a very thin body, small breasts that almost completely disappeared when she was on her back, and a small neatly trimmed bush of vaginal hair. Her vaginal lips were dark and very obviously wet 

"Do you like what you see?" Kat's dark black hair lay around her head like some inverted halo and she twisted seductively before spreading her legs, knee's bent, opening her pussy as she did so. Angelique understood that the other woman was indeed attractive and sexual but she found herself curiously unmoved. Her desire, she realized was for sexual satisfaction, not attraction. Kat, who was still surprising herself at her wanton attitude towards Angelique mistook the other's stare for interest and she slid a finger along the edge of her wet pussy.

Angelique watched Kat a moment longer and then she kneeled next to the bed and licked Kat's pussy. Kat groaned from the feeling and opened her legs wider. Though her breasts were small, the nipples had always been sensitive and as Angelique ate her pussy, she played with her own tits. Angelique licked slowly, reaching up with her right hand to squeeze Kat's nipples while running the fingers of her left hand under her tongue. Kat was very wet and it was not long before the fingers of Angelique's left hand were coated with vaginal fluids and saliva. 

Kat breathed hard as she felt a climax slowly building in her groin. She began to rock her hips, moving her cunt against Angelique's face. It all felt so good. And then Angelique slid her fingers into Kat and Kat gasped and arched her back. Angelique was not just inserting a finger into Kat's pussy, she had also inserted one into Kat's wet ass. As Angelique licked Kat's clit, she moved her fingers back and forth, slowly at first and then faster, squeezing them together as she did. She could feel her fingers almost touching, only a thin bit of flesh separating them. It was an interesting sensation. For Kat it was an unbelievable sensation. Kat gasped and moaned and rocked her hips. Instinctively Angelique stopped her fingers and pressed her tongue hard against the top of Kat's cunt.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" With a scream Kat orgasmed, her whole body tensing. 

Angelique stood, pulling her fingers out of Kat. She lay down besides Kat and grabbing her head she kissed her fully on the mouth. Kat, who hated the taste of her own pussy, resisted at first but then as Angelique's saliva mixed with her own, she gave in and kissed back hard.

Angelique broke off the kiss and scooted up, laying her head down on one of the red pillows at the head of the bed.

"Eat my Pussy," Angelique ordered Kat and she spread her legs.

Kat hesitated only a moment and then her body remembered the wonderful taste of that glorious cunt and she lowered her head eagerly between Angelique's legs. As she did so, she moved her hand down to her own wet vagina and eagerly rubbed herself.

"Oh, yes," purred Angelique and she settled herself back to enjoy her pleasuring.

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After the sex, Kathleen, exhausted from multiple orgasms, slept for about twenty minutes. Then, realizing the time, she hurriedly dressed, washed her face and then began preparing supper. While Kat had slept, Angelique had explored the house and when Kat awoke, she found the other woman watching Television in the Living Room.

"Carl will be home soon," Kat informed Angelique, "You'll like Carl. And if you..." Kat hesitated embarrassed about the dreams she had been having while she had slept. She had to have more of this woman's pussy and she didn't want to lose Carl in the process. "If you want I can eat your pussy again while Carl fucks me. I'll let him fuck you too if you want."

Angelique looked for a moment at Kat, bemused by the effect she had on the other's thought processes. "I would like that," said Angelique at last.

"Good, good," gushed Kat, "I have to have you again. I want you right now but I have to make supper or Carl will be upset. Then we can tell him the good news."

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Carl Winston, little knowing the surprise that awaited him at home, was, in fact, eager to get home. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to a hot bath, a good meal and a cozy snuggle with his fiancee in front of the TV. The last call, a traffic accident involving a middle aged woman, had left him unsettled and he wanted to get his mind off of it. The coroner was likely to rule it a drunk driving, but a corner of Carl's mind, that corner that was never wrong, told him that there was much more to the accident than a mere intoxicated woman. The husband, poor man, had told him that his Missy never drank, never touched the stuff and had refused to believe that his wife could be so drunk as to smash headfirst into brick wall at sixty miles per hour. 

In the morning, Carl would have to investigate the whole incident a little deeper. He knew that his superiors would tell him he was wasting his time, but Carl had an almost perfect track record of being right. Carl always told them that it was because he was psychic, but they just laughed.

Carl pulled his car into the driveway next to Kat's and got out. Night was not far away but there was still enough light for him to enjoy the sights and sounds of the neighborhood. He could hear children playing nearby and across the street the neighbor's cat was sniffing around the porch. 

Carl thought about removing his jacket but he remembered that some of the neighborhood wives had complained about the gun he carried in his shoulder holster and decided to wait until he was inside. With a yawn he walked along the path to the front door, wondering briefly whether to watch the news or see what movies were on. 

"I'm home honey," shouted Carl as he pulled off his jacket and hung it on a hook. He was just starting to pull off his holster when Kat's voice sounded from the living room.

"Glad you're home. I got a surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?" And then Kat appeared in the doorway to the living room, all nervous smiles.

Carl barely noticed his fiancee. Instead he looked at the woman standing next to her. That part of his brain that was never wrong suddenly flared to life, screaming at him.

"This is Ang..." But Kat didn't get to finish what she was about to say because her fiancee, the man that she loved was suddenly drawing his gun. "Honey what are you doing?"

"Get away from it!" Carl was screaming in horror and panic. "Get away Kat!"

"What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Kat was screaming in return. "Put that down!" Kat spread her hands and stood in front of Angelique.

"Get out! Get it out of my house or I will shoot!"

Kat stared at Carl's horror-stricken face for a moment and then, grabbing Angelique's arm, she dragged the other woman towards the door, stopping only long enough to grab her purse and shoes. 

Carl was still yelling and waving his gun as the two women hurriedly left the house. Only after they stepped out of the door did he stop. Slamming the door shut, he leaned back against the wall, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. Realizing suddenly what he had done, he thought of Kat, her bewildered look and of the fact that he had pointed his gun at her. He wanted to go after her but he remembered what had stood next to her and couldn't bring himself to do it. With a sob he covered his face with one hand. 

Outside, Kat stood enraged next to her car. Angelique had already gotten in. Kat had no idea what had happened but as the fear of being shot began to dissipate, it was replaced by raw anger. So much had happened to her. She had lost her job and now her beloved had chased her out of her home with a gun.

"Mother-fucking bastard," said Kat and then she got in the car, slammed the door shut and spun backwards out of the driveway.



Stein's Girl Ch. 04



Stein's Girl: 4 - Room Service

"In other news tonight, what was at first to be a drunk driving fatality is now being investigated as a possible suicide, though police have not yet ruled out other possibilities. Melissa Stuart, mother of two, was pronounced dead at the scene when her vehicle veered off the interstate and into a concrete wall earlier today. Melissa's husband protests that his wife didn't drink and would never have killed herself, stating that she had been looking forward to a planned date this evening. Melissa's employer, Dr. Stein of the Riverfront Clinic, a provider of cosmetic surgeries, says that Melissa never showed up for work this morning. In Baseball today . . ."

The television droned on, its bright rays the sole illumination in the room, but Angelique was not paying much attention to it other than to notice that she dimly recognized Melissa from somewhere, though she could not think where. Thought was, in fact, beginning to become difficult and she knew that she was going to need sex again and soon. 

Angelique looked over at the adjoining double bed where Kat lay nude and completely asleep, exhausted from both physical and mental turmoil. They had checked into the Woodyshire Hotel and had almost immediately entered into a protracted period of sexual activity. Angelique had brought Kat to orgasm after orgasm until at last Kat had collapsed exhausted. That had been forty minutes ago and now Angelique was beginning to feel the growth of the desire that had ruled her since her awakening earlier in the day. She was in no sense tired and it was clear that Kat was not going to be able to service her every hour for the rest of the night. As she struggled to think through the problem, Angelique slowly stroked her wet pussy. This did nothing to ease the problem. At last, several minutes later, she determined that she would need someone else and she was not going to find that someone if she continued sitting on the edge of her bed looking at the slim slumbering woman on the other bed while playing with herself.

Standing up, Angelique casually clothed herself in a heavy bath robe taken from the closet. She had just enough presence to grab the electronic key card off of the desk by the television cabinet and stuff it in the pocket of her bath robe. That was about the end of her ability to think clearly. When Angelique tried the door, it opened up only part of the way and then stuck. Confused she tried again. Still it would not open. It was then that she noticed that Kat had apparently latched the door after they had entered the room. Angelique's brain struggled with this problem for some few minutes before she figured out how to unlatch it. After a moment of fumbling with the flip style latch, she successfully opened the door and left the room, searching for a new lover.

The hall outside was empty when Angelique stepped out of her room and looked around. The thick carpet felt good on her feet and she took a moment enjoying the sensation it provided her. Her room was located at the end of one hall. The entrance to the stairwell was across from her door. Pondering the situation as best as she was able she decided to go right, towards the main hall and the elevators. As she walked, she massaged her left breast, playing with her nipple. The bath robe flapped open as she walked but she did not even consider closing it. 

There was a young man and woman standing outside one of the doors in the main hallway. They were some distance away from Angelique, the young man working to open their hotel door. 

"Holy shit!" said the young woman, seeing the nearly naked Angelique. The young man with her, her husband, looked up. Seeing Angelique, he shook his head.

"Get a room," yelled the man angrily and then as their door clicked open, both of them hurried through it, obviously embarrassed. Angelique however was beyond embarrassment. There was no-one else in the hallway and her mental condition was deteriorating fast. The vending machine alcove was just to her left and she stumbled inside it and leaned against the soda machine. Her left hand slid into her wet pussy and she slowly rubbed her clit with her thumb and forefinger. As she rubbed, she moaned from the pleasure. It was not enough but it was all she had at the moment.

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"You won't believe this," said Frank, hanging up the front desk phone, "some crazy bitch is naked on the fourth floor in the vending machine cove. She's apparently making quite a racket." 

Joanne shook her head. There was always something.

"Want me to deal with it," Frank asked.

"No, if it's a woman, I'll take it. You can handle any crazy naked men."

"Thanks a lot," said Frank sarcastically. He handed her a walkie talkie "Give me a buzz if you think I'll need to call the cops." 

"Don't try teaching your grandmother to suck eggs," quipped Joanne. She had been the one who had trained Frank and lately he seemed to think he was the hotel manager. 

"What?" Frank had never heard the phrase before.

"Never mind," said Joanne, "Hold down the fort until I get back. Hopefully she just had one too many to drink." She stood up from her seat behind the desk and started towards the elevators.

As she walked away Frank commented, "Bet you its one of the two women from 432. They looked a little out of it when I checked them in."

Without responding, Joanne turned a corner and stopping in front of the elevators, she hit the up button. Almost immediately the bell chimed and one of the three elevator doors opened. Moments later she was stepping out onto the fourth floor. 

"Are you from the front desk," asked an elderly lady, sticking her head out of one of the rooms.

"Are you the one who called?"

"Yes ma'am. She's still down there. You can hear her all the way from here."

In fact, Joanne had already noticed the soft moans filling the hall. "I'll take care of it ma'am. Thank you for calling."

"I hate to get involved," said the elderly woman, "but I heard her and thought it would be awful if there were any children on the floor."

"I'm glad you did call."

The woman nodded and then pulled her head back into the room. Joanne paused for just a second and then, walking briskly, she traveled down the hall to the Vending Cove.

As she drew closer, the sounds of moaning and vaginal masturbation became louder. There was little doubt as to what was happening. 

"Ma'am, this isn't the place for that. You have a room." The woman on the floor was indeed one of the two from 432. She lay on the floor, glassy eyed with her legs splayed. Her left hand was rotating almost mechanically in her wet cunt and her skin glistened with sweat. The bath robe she wore was wide open and left very little to the imagination. Joanne found herself staring at the woman's breasts. They were so round and perfectly formed, the best money could buy. 

There was an odor filling the air around the woman on the floor, it reminded Joanne of honey. For some reason Joanne found herself thinking of the vibrator she kept in her sock drawer. Twice divorced, Joanne had little use for any more men in her life and thus her vibrator was the source of most of her infrequent sexual pleasure. She thought of the feeling of sliding the lubricated toy into her own pussy and experienced a chill of delight.

Shaking her head and bringing herself back to the here and now, Joanne said quite forcefully., "Please get up ma'am. Let's get you to your room. We don't want to have to call the authorities."

Perhaps it was the tone with which Joanne addressed her. The woman slowed her masturbation and for the first time focused on Joanne. She sat up and looked like she might try to stand.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she slurred thickly, her breath heavy.

"I don't know what you are on," said Joanne, "but let's get you back to your room." Satisfied that this naked woman would follow her, Joanne pulled out her master key and led the way back to 432. She knocked and hearing no immediate answer, she slid the card key down into the slot and jerked it back out. The door beeped and clicked open. 

"Joanne here Frank," said Joanne into her walkie talkie, "I got the situation under control. No need for police this time I think."

"Okay boss." came the static filled reply. 

"Right. Now ma'am..." Joanne turned to address her problem tenant only to find the sweaty naked woman almost directly in her face. They were both about the same height and their eyes stared into one another's. The smell that Joanne had noticed earlier was much stronger now, honey and flowers and sex all combined. Responding to internal carnal switches that she did not even know she had, Joanne's pussy wet itself and her nipples hardened. And then the woman was upon her, lips and hands pushing her into the room. 

The door shut itself behind them and the sounds of sex mingled with those of the television.

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Kat woke and smelled Angelique almost immediately. She was still tired but that did not matter. Her body was once more responding to the smell of desire. Turning on her side she saw Angelique on the other bed, a strange woman licking her cunt. It was obvious that Angelique had just experience a strong orgasm, Kat already knew that look well. A pang of jealousy filled Kat and then was replaced by a desire to join in at the fount of pleasure. 

Angelique, feeling pleasantly sated, noticed that Kat was awake and watching and with the movement of a single finger beckoned Kat to her side. Kat came willingly, eager to please and be pleased. 

"Kiss me," said Angelique and Kat complied, moving her lithe naked body next to that of her lover. The other woman continued her oral ministrations. Kat noticed she was completely clothed, though one of her hands appeared to be stuck down her gray slacks. Then Kat was kissing Angelique, one hand holding Angelique's head, fingers playing with the light brown hair. Her other hand played with Angelique's large breasts. Angelique shuddered as she experienced another orgasm and pulled Kat tight, her large breast rubbing Kat's perky nipples. 

Angelique allowed Kat to kiss her for a time and then, with a cruel smile she pushed the smaller woman back. "Undress our new slut for her," said Angelique, "I want to watch her cum." Kat wanted to protest and return to her kisses but she was suddenly afraid of Angelique becoming mad and perhaps refusing her the privilege of eating out her pussy again. 

Then, thinking of the juices coating the other woman's face, Kat smiled and eagerly sled down the bed besides the other woman. She lifted the woman's head from Angelique's pussy and began tenderly kissing her cheek.

"What's your name," asked Kat, pleased to be able to taste Angelique even as she obeyed. Her fingers were busy unbuttoning the woman's red sweater.

"Jo," was the reply, "Joanne." The sweater slid off and Joanne shuddered as Kat's fingers, working on her blouse's buttons, brushed the top of her breast. The two women french kissed, Angelique's fluids mixing in their mouths and Kat, becoming aroused, slid one of Joanne's hands onto her breasts. Angelique, leaning forward, grabbed Joanne's other hand and slid it back onto her glistening wet cunt. 

The blouse came off and Kat made Joanne stand so she could remove the slacks. Angelique moaned in frustration as this meant Joanne was no longer touching her but she did not vocalize a complaint for she realized that Kat was just doing as she was told.

Joanne's matching bra and panties were both a light blue in color and she felt incredibly sexy and horny as she spun in place, displaying her body. Her mind was incredibly aroused and all she wanted at the moment was to screw and be screwed. 

"Take off the underwear and you can eat me some more," purred Angelique. Her pussy throbbed at the very thought and in haste Joanne reached back to unsnap her bra. Kat meanwhile pulled down the panties, revealing a hairy pussy with wet swollen lips. Her mission done, Kat bent down onto the bed and lapped eagerly at Angelique's cunt. A moment later Joanne was beside her, trying to also place her tongue and mouth on that wonderful tasting source of pleasure. 

"Let her do it Kat," said Angelique, "You eat out her pussy and then she will eat you out."

Kat protested but Angelique would not relent and so as Joanne bent over like a dog at a water bowl, Kat crawled behind her and placed her lips on the other's ass. Kat bent Joanne's legs a little more and spread her knees apart. Then she let het mouth roam across Joanne's ass cheek, flicking her tongue over the wide anal cavity and then, twisting her neck just a little she licked the bottom of Joanne's cunt. The reaction was almost instantaneous. Joanne cried out into Angelique's pussy and reaching back she began to rub her own clit. Kat placed her left hand on Joanne's back to hold herself up and then slid her other hand into Joanne's pussy behind Joanne's own hand. All the while she licked back and forth from pussy to asshole. Joanne screamed and bucked her hips up and down. It was clear that she was cumming and cumming hard. Kat smiled at a job well done and almost as soon as the woman's climax was done she pulled away.

"My turn," breathed Kat, "My turn to eat Angelique." Kat's body trembled. She was so tired but she was also so very horny again. Eagerly pushing Joanne aside, Kat moved to lick the promised reward. 

Angelique smiled wickedly, "Your turn to eat Kat out, Jo. Eat her out and make her cum and then you can have my pussy again. Play with yourself while you lick her pussy. You'll like the way your own fingers feel." Crying with desire, Joanne moved to do to Kat what the small woman had just done to her. All she knew was that she would do anything to enjoy the taste of that pussy again.

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Dr. Stein grabbed a rag and wiped the semen from his belly. The sex displayed so vividly on the monitor in front of him had been more than enough to make him want to play with himself. Quite pleased with the progress of his experiment, he pulled his pants back up around his hips and buttoned them. Once more completely clothed he reached for his coffee cup and then rummaged around in his papers for a blank CD. He didn't want to miss recording any of the activities Angelique was experience for he knew that the footage would provide hours of masturbation later.



Stein's Girl Ch. 05



Stein's Girl: 5 - Samuel

Angelique placed the walkie talkie on the Hotel's front desk, much to the surprise of the young man sitting behind it.

"Jo said to tell you that she quits. She's going to be too busy fucking me to work here any more." Angelique smiled wickedly at the look on the young man's face before laughing and walking towards the hotel bar. In point of fact, Joanne had said no such thing. The woman had been incoherent at the end and now she slumbered, naked and exhausted, in the arms of Kat, who was in even worse shape. Angelique had no doubt however that Joanne would gladly quit her job in exchange for frequent sex and she realized now that she was going to need a regular harem to keep herself satisfied. Which was why she had left the hotel room almost immediately this time in search of fresh flesh. She did not want to end up babbling in a vending cove again. 

There were several couples seated here and there in the dimly lit room that served the hotel as restaurant and bar. Only a few of these even glanced at her as she entered. Those that did were will rewarded for Angelique looked quite stunning. She had put on her new red dress and it clung to her shapely hips and breast. No one even noticed that she wasn't wearing shoes. Angelique looked around but she saw no one that struck her fancy. Without an immediate target, she decided to head for the bar. She did not have a chance to reach it before events took a sudden turn. 

"Heather!" The cry, anguished and loud, came from a man seated alone, in a dimly lit corner near to the bar. There was a crash, the sound of a chair hitting the floor, and then a second later, another crash, the sound of glass breaking. Angelique, along with everyone else in the room, turned to stare at the source of this noise.

The man who had yelled was staring at Angelique, tears in his eyes. A waitress was already heading to the spot.

"I'm sorry," said the man, "I'm so sorry." 

"It's alright sir," soothed the waitress. Angelique just stared. The man was about thirty, dressed smartly in a gray dress shirt and good quality slacks. His brown hair was just beginning to thin and he had the merest shadow of a beard. There was something endearing about him to Angelique, something soothing and familiar. For a moment her thoughts were on something other than sex and she took a step towards the man.

"I'm so sorry." The man was speaking to Angelique now. "For a moment there you looked exactly like my wife and... I... maybe I've just had a little too much to drink."

"Is your wife here," asked the waitress as she swept the beer soaked pieces of glass into a dustpan.

"She died. About six months ago." He dabbed at the tears in his eyes with a paper napkin. It was clear that he was truly distraught.  "I'm sorry," said the waitress sympathetically.

The man addressed Angelique again. "She looked just like you. Just a little difference in the cheeks and nose. You could be her sister. You aren't related to any Masons by chance."

Angelique did not know what to say. She shook her head slightly. "I don't know."

"She was a Mason before she married me and became a Carpenter. That used to be a joke of ours." He smiled weakly. "I'm Sam. Samuel Carpenter."

"I'm Angelique."

"Can I buy you a drink to make up for yelling at you. Must have scared you to death. You just gave me such a turn. You look just like her, at least in the face."

Stepping gingerly, mindful of broken glass on the floor, Angelique took a seat at his small round table. The waitress stared oddly at Angeliques legs, noticing her smooth bare feet, but she said nothing. For some reason she found herself thinking of her boyfriend.

"I'm not thirsty," said Angelique, watching the man as he too sat back down. This strange man with his tear streaked face made her feel strangely maternal, as if she wanted to take care of him, holding him to herself tightly. She had not felt that way about anyone since her awakening earlier in the day. All others she had viewed merely as objects she could use. Not so with him. She did not understand the feelings. 

"Bring us two beers," Samuel said to the waitress, "and sorry about the scene." He seemed to have his emotions a little better under control.

"No problem. Are you staying in the hotel?" She did not want to give him any more to drink if he was driving anywhere.

"Yeah. For the night."

"Okay then. Two beers it is."

Samuel looked again at the woman now sharing his small table. Her likeness to Heather was uncanny, at least to the Heather he remembered from college, before the cancer took away her health, her hair and 60 pounds. If it wasn't for the smaller nose and higher cheekbones, not to mention if one were to be perfectly honest, the bigger tits, she would have been Heather's perfect double. 

"Are you staying in the Hotel?" He smiled as he asked, trying to change the mood, trying to not be a crying stranger in a bar.

"Room 432," said Angelique and then, remembering her problem, she looked up at the clock. She had about twenty minutes she assumed before she grew desperate. She looked back at the man, this time trying to assess his potential as a lover. Thus far, the only two men she had interacted with in any significant fashion had been the store manager who had kicked her and Kat out of his store earlier and Kat's fiancee, who had chased them out of his house with a gun. Neither reacted to her quite like women did. She wondered if she could seduce this man or would he too end up chasing her away. 

"I'm on the third floor. I come here on business about once a month. I used to bring Heather, that's my wife and we would leave the boy with her mother. I actually live not far from here but the boss pays for the hotel room and so I take it." 

Angelique nodded in what she hoped was a sympathetic way. The waitress came back and placed the beers in front of them. Samuel sat back and was silent while she worked, saying a quiet "thank-you" when she finished.

After the waitress walked off, Samuel leaned forward and asked, "What about you, are you from around here or what?" 

"Maybe," said Angelique and she too leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. Sam smelled her suddenly, an odor of cinnamon and spice. It made him think suddenly of the pies Heather used to make around the holidays. 

Damn, he thought to himself, as tears started to form again. He took a hasty drink of beer followed by a deep breath. "Sorry," he apologized again, "I can't seem to get Heather out of my mind tonight. You do look just like her. Though you look sadder somehow. She was always happy, even when she was sick. Always knew what to say to make me feel better."

Angelique's heart moved within her, thawing and she had a sudden vision of this man, younger and happier, holding a baby to his chest, beaming with delight. Reaching out her hand, she touched his, holding it. He looked at her and suddenly smiled, feeling strangely better. The smell of cinnamon was stronger now. He didn't feel quite so bad when he smelled it.

"Sorry about the tears. I've been drinking slowly for the last hour and it must have got to me more than I thought. Probably should quit before I get good and drunk."

"So quit."

"Right after this drink." He laughed.

"No, I mean it, quit. I have something else you can do." She sounded suggestive and he looked up, not knowing quite how to respond. The look on her face was both tender and hungry. It was an odd combination."

"It will be alright Sam," said Angelique and she knew suddenly what she should say, "Come on. Let's blow this popsicle stand."

It was what Heather had always said. For a moment Samuel could believe he was back with his wife, that she had returned to him. He put down the drink. Should he go with her. Should he stay. He took a deep breath and her scent filled him. 

"Alright," he said, deciding then and there to go with her, wherever she led. He didn't know if it was the beer making the decision or not but he knew that it seemed like the right thing to do.

"Good," she said pleased and taking his hand, she walked with him out of the bar.

In the lobby of the hotel she hugged herself to his side and he could smell her so much stronger, with her hair against her shoulder. It was comforting and arousing at the same time. He put an arm around her back and held her bare shoulder. He noticed then for the first time, her black bra, so clearly visible over the top of the red dress, and the size of the breasts that it held. She was a very sensual creature. It had been a long time, well over a year, since he had last been sexual and all of the suppressed desires of that time suddenly threatened to return in force. 

They stopped at the elevator and Angelique pushed the up button. Then, as they waited, she turned to Samuel and touched her forefinger to his lips. He knew then for sure what she had in mind and he felt a momentary pang of guilt. But Heather was dead. This wasn't cheating. In a sense, it would be almost like being with her again. He kissed the finger tip and Angelique smiled.

The elevator bell rang and the door next to them opened. Angelique broke the embrace and stepped into the elevator. Then with a smile she beckoned him in.

"Step into my parlor," said Angelique.

"Said the spider to the fly," finished Samuel and with a curious smile he stepped in. Angelique hit a button and the door closed.

"Would you believe..." began Samuel but he did not get to finish for Angelique, with surprising strength, grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. Their lips met and for a moment all was silence. Samuel grabbed her tightly and as he hugged her he could feel her breasts pushing against his chest. She moved her shoulders and her breasts rubbed seductively, the slick fabric of her dress rustling against his shirt. One of her hands held his shoulder, the other was gripping his rear. 

She wore no make-up he realized, no lipstick, no powder. But her perfume was so strong and it seemed to grow stronger as she kissed him. He had never smelled any woman that smelled so good to him. 

"I have wanted a hard dick all day," said Angelique softly into his ear, "I have wanted you all day. I want you."

He breathed hard as he listened to her words and his cock moved. He kissed her cheeks, her neck and her shoulder, his hands rubbing her back as he did so.

"I don't have a condom," he said, his brain trying its hardest to make some sense of the situation, trying to act somewhat rationally. 

"So?" said Angelique, and her left hand was suddenly in his pants, pulling his growing organ straight. Her touch was electric and he groaned. 

The elevator chimed and the doors slid open. Angelique, one hand still in Samuel's pants pushed him back and out.

"I like your hand there," gulped Samuel, "But this is a little public."

Angelique looked up and down the empty hotel hallway, "I don't see anyone." Her right hand suddenly unsnapped his pants and he grabbed hastily at them to keep them from falling to the floor. She laughed then, a beautiful, wicked laugh and, still holding his cock in her left hand she reached around and pulled his head down to kiss him again. Such a thing had never happened to Samuel before. He had begun the evening depressed, as was his custom, but suddenly it looked like life might not be so bad. Suddenly encouraged, he rubbed one of her breasts. It did not feel like Heather's breast, it wasn't as soft, but it still felt good to touch it and fondle it. 

"This way," said Angelique and she led him, using his dick as a leash, down the hall.

"Whoa," said Samuel and he pulled her hand off of him. "It's only flesh and blood you know."

Angelique laughed again, the same wicked laugh, and continued walking, holding his hand instead. They turned the corner of the carpeted hallway and there Angelique stopped. Turning and facing Samuel, Angelique licked her lips and ran her hand down his chest. 

"Is this your room?" he asked unnecessarily.

Angelique pulled her key card from where she had stashed it in one cup of her bra and handed it to him. "Hold this for me." There was something very sexual about the way she moved and talked and Samuel's cock, which had grown softer after being yanked so hard, started stiffening again.

Angelique, having handed the key card to Samuel knelt on the floor in front of him. His pants were still unbuttoned, he had been holding them up with one hand. 

"What are you doing," gasped Samuel, but it was clear what she was doing and she didn't bother replying. Unzipping his fly, she pulled at his boxers and his erect penis waved in the air in front of her face. Holding the band of his boxers down, she softly grabbed his dick with her other hand and ran her tongue along its length.

Samuel felt the pleasure of the touch and shuddered even as his stomach jumped at the idea of being caught, quite literally, with his pants down. She licked the tip of his cock and he rolled his eyes. 

"Is this a good idea...?" He could barely get the words out. He held his pants up with one hand but he placed the other in her hair.

Angelique stroked his cock with her tongue a third time. Lifting her head a little, she said slyly, "I know the hotel manager." Then bending her head back to the task at hand, she licked vigorously up and down his cock, at last taking it in her mouth and rolling her tongue around it.

"Ooh, my," groaned Samuel. She sucked and licked and then pulled her mouth off his cock and holding it softly but firmly, she stroked it with her hand, up and then down, up and then down. Clear precum leaked from the tip of his cock and she licked it off.

Samuel quivered from the pleasure, but that rational part of his brain still struggled to be heard. "We really should do this in the room."

Angelique stood, her left hand still holding his cock. She slid her hand along it's length and then reached lower, tenderly cupping his balls in her palm. Samuel felt his cock quiver and knew he had just leaked cum against her arm.

"Shall we go in then," she asked, kissing his neck.

"Uh-huh," said Samuel and he clumsily inserted the key card into the door. He pulled it out, waited for the light to beep green and then turned the handle, pushing the door open. The sound of the television drifted out of the room.

"After you lover," said Angelique and, letting go of his cock, she pushed him gently into the room. 

(The story of Stein's Girl will conclude in part 6.)



Stein's Girl Ch. 06



[AUTHORS NOTE: This is the conclusion of a series and will thus make a whole lot more sense and, I hope, be more rewarding, if you read the first five parts before reading this final entry]

Stein's Girl: 6 - Quietus

Samuel stumbled into the room, still holding up his pants. Angelique followed right behind and she did not give him much time to collect his thoughts. Almost at once she was pushing him against the wall and fondling his cock. He moaned from the cool touch and pulling her towards him, he kissed her passionately upon the lips. The door clicked shut.

"Take them off Sam," whispered Angelique and she began pulling his pants and shorts down. 

"Shoes first," he said and he struggled to kick his off. His mind was a whirl from the kisses and the touch and the incredible way she had slid her tongue along the length of his cock in the hall. Angelique took the moment provided to slide out of her red dress. She was not, he noticed, wearing panties. She tossed her dress to the side.

He noticed a pile of clothing on the floor near the television cabinet. He couldn't see much of the room from where he stood and the television provided the only light. Yet something seemed strange. His mind tried to think of what was out of place even as his hands were pushing down his pants. 

"The shoes in front of the TV. Aren't those too small for you." The shoes in question were high heeled sandals.

"Uh-huh," answered Angelique and then she was kneeling on the floor, stroking his legs and licking his erect cock. The silky fabric of her black bra rubbed against his legs. He forgot about the shoes on the floor and pulled off his shirt. 

Angelique continued to lick, rolling her tongue around the tip of his penis. Her left hand played softly with his pubic hair, brushing it gingerly with her finger tips. Her right hand snaked up along his thigh, his belly, finally reaching his chest. Sam groaned with delight. He hadn't been this turned on for a very long time. He reached down and ran his fingers through her brown hair, so thick and luxurious. 

Sensuously, Angelique stood slowly, rubbing her bra covered tits against his dick, his belly and his chest. He reached forward and rubbed her breasts. There was a small slick of moisture on the bra now, his cum. Reaching behind her, he fumbled with the bra snaps and when they came loose, he pulled the lacy straps off of her shoulders. Her breast, loosed from the confines of the bra, were lovely and round, with small hard nipples. Cupping her breast in his hands, he kissed her fully on the lips. Again he was aware of her smell, so strong and sensuous, like cinnamon and spice. It aroused him and made him want her.

As he rubbed her tits, she continued to play with his cock, teasing his balls and rubbing the end of his penis in one palm. He shivered from the pleasure and grabbing her arms, he moved to take her over to the bed.

"Sam," she said.

"Mmm?" He was kissing her neck as he walked her out of the small entranceway into the room, past the bathroom, into the larger bedroom. 

"I have a surprise for you."

"You're surprise enough."

"Seriously. We're not alone in here." 

It was then that Samuel saw the beds. The first of the two double beds, the one closest to the curtained window, was rumpled but empty. The second though was most definitely occupied. Two women lay upon it, both completely naked, both asleep. The woman closest to the wall, looked vaguely familiar. She was blond and middle aged. She was laying on her side away from the wall, with her left arm thrown over her head. Her skin was lightly freckled, as were her breasts. The other woman was noticeably petite with black hair and she lay on her back, arms and legs spread. The way she was laying left nothing to the imagination and Samuel found himself staring at her moist, swollen vagina. 

"What," began Samuel, stunned.

"They're yours if you want them," said Angelique coyly, "But I get you first."

"What," repeated Samuel, his mind struggling to catch up with what he was seeing and hearing. 

"I want you." Angelique stroked his cock again and it had no problem in knowing how to react. "I can feel my desire building and you are going to satisfy me." She crawled onto the bed and turned over onto her back. 

He saw then for the first time how smooth her pussy looked and just how firm her breasts really were. He had a momentary vision of his wife as she had looked on their honeymoon, dressed in a virginal white negligee. He felt a moment of guilt but he knew how badly he wanted this. He was also struck again by just how much Angelique looked like Heather had then. Perhaps this was life giving him a second chance.

Angelique moved until she lay between the two other women and spread her legs. The older of the women, the blond, groaned a little and looked like she was about to awake. The sight of Angelique flanked by two very sexy looking women was enough for Samuel and he made up his mind to go with the flow. 

Samuel moved his head between Angelique's legs and kissed her vagina lightly. Her smell was stronger there, more enticing and he pushed his tongue between her labia. He had always enjoyed eating pussy and Angelique's was magnificent, so smooth and so delightful in its taste. It reminded him of Heather's pussy but Heather had never tasted this good. Pushing thoughts of his wife out of his head, he focused on the task at hand, rubbing his nose against her clit as he stroked his tongue up and down her cunt. Angelique moaned, but her moan was cut strangely short. Interested, Samuel looked up and saw that Angelique was kissing the blonde woman, quite passionately. The sight was enough to make his dick come fully to attention.

He crawled up and over Angelique. The two women continued to kiss and Samuel wondered whether they even noticed him. And then Angelique reached down and rubbed the head of his cock. She broke off the kiss. 

"Go in me Sam." He needed no further invitation. Her pussy was quiet moist, both from his saliva and its own natural secretions and his cock slid easily in. He murmured from pleasure and Angelique gasped. The blonde, lying on her side, sniffed the air and her eyes widened as she looked at him. 

"Kiss him Jo," said Angelique, "He's been eating my pussy." 

"Mmm," murmured the blonde and as Sam moved his cock in and out of Angelique, enjoying the slick feel of her pussy on his dick, the other woman eagerly reached up and pulled him into a kiss. She licked his tongue, his lips and even his nose. This simple act seemed to really arouse her and she snuggled up closer to both him and Angelique. Samuel could not see, but it felt as if she was playing with herself and that was more than his cock could take. 

With a cry, Samuel experienced an orgasm. He arched his back, pulling his head away from the blonde and his chest up and off of Angelique's breasts. He felt his semen shoot out and into Angelique's already wet pussy, once, twice and then a third time. His body trembled. Still he was hard and once the orgasm had passed he continued to move his cock in Angelique's pussy. 

The black haired woman was waking now and as she opened her eyes she stared dreamily up at Samuel. Then she turned her attention to Angelique and moved her head so she could kiss the other woman. The blonde meanwhile had rolled off the bed and moved over behind Samuel. He felt her hair suddenly against his rear and felt her hands pushing him up. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but the feel of her hands on his balls caused him to once more fully harden. And then somehow he felt her tongue, not on him, but licking at Angelique. 

Angelique purred from pleasure and the dark haired woman kissed her neck and cheek and then kissed Samuel's cheek. Like the blonde had, she licked at his face, seeming to find that mere act enough to arouse her. 

"Touch my pussy," said Angelique and three hands moved to comply. Samuel moved one arm behind Angelique's head, propping himself up and then slid his other hand down to play with Angelique's clit. He felt a slim hand next to his, rubbing Angelique's Labium and he knew it was the petite black haired woman's. Then he felt another hand brush against his scrotum and realized the blonde was also playing with Angelique's pussy, though from the bottom.

Angelique screamed once from the pleasure and she arched her back. Samuel twisted to suck her left breast while still trying to move his cock. He felt the black haired woman move against his chest and knew that she was sucking the other breast. Still the three hands moved in the now soaked pussy. Angelique started bucking her hips, up and down, up and down, yelling the whole time.

"Yes. Yes. Mmm. Yes. Touch my Pussy. Make me Cum."

And then as if her own words were the key, Angelique experienced an orgasm to end orgasms. All her senses came alive and she gasped for breath, mewing and purring and moaning all at the same time. 

She looked up at Samuel's face, so close to her own and she knew him then, loved him then. All was clear in her head for the first time all day. 

"I love you Sam," she said, "Tell Ted that I love him."

Samuel stared down at Angelique, puzzled and uncertain. Ted was the name of his son. He pulled his softening penis out of her and rolled over to the side, staring all the while at her so familiar face. At her groin, the blonde eagerly moved to begin eating the now vacated pussy, but Angelique seemed to pay her no mind. Neither did she seem to notice the black haired woman's continued attention to her breast. Angelique had eyes only for Samuel.

"But...,but..." Samuel did not know what he was saying, what he was thinking, "your nose...?" For some reason that was all that would come out.

"Plastic surg..." began Angelique but then something within her died. She stared a moment longer at Samuel and then her eyes closed and her throat rattled strangely. Samuel eyes were large and he scooted back away from the bed, away from the body that lay upon it and the two women who did not seem to know it was dead. 

A moment later the stench hit him, the stench of a corpse that had lain out too long. The other two women seemed to notice it almost at the same time and they both stopped their activities. The petite woman with the small breasts and the oh-so black hair suddenly screamed as she looked up at the white, pasty face of the corpse she had been suckling upon. The blonde began gagging and she pedaled back, off the bed, slamming her naked posterior into the desk. 

The sounds of the TV blended in strangely with the other sounds in the room. Horrified weeping. Terrified screams. Violent retching. And in the middle of the stunned trio, the naked corpse of a woman lay upon the bed, looking for all the world like it had been dead for some time. 

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Dr. Stein reached up sourly flipped off the monitor that now displayed nothing but static and snow. He lifted a small recorder to his lips and pushing record, he muttered, "Orgasms drain the battery faster than expected. It might be worthwhile looking into some sort of movement based recharging system. Also of concern are the latent memories still in evidence which seem to influence actions to some degree. On a positive note, PH69 must be considered a success though there are indications of narcotic like dependencies developing in women after only brief exposures. Milder doses might alleviate this problem."

He stared a moment longer at the blank monitor and then he reached up and flipped off the other monitors, their information now meaningless. He scratched absently at his face, realizing that he had not shaved yet that day. Then with a yawn he reached forward and lifted the phone from it's cradle. 

From memory he punched in the seven numbers of the morgue and waited as the phone rang on the other end. It rang once, twice, three times and then was picked up. 

"Hi, Chuck, it's Frank. I just thought I would give you a heads up. Heather Carpenter's body will be coming in again. Yes again. In a hotel this time. The battery this time. If you could... Yes, if you would make sure to get me the body back I'll... Yes, same fee as last time. Of course I will. Alright. Thanks. See you tomorrow then."

Stein hung up the phone and stood up. He yawned. It was time for bed. Time to rest so that he would be ready when his girl came back.