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Proposal

By: shug



Tracy had been working with Malcolm for days to get her playground safety proposal for Hartley Park put together just right. She wanted everything to be flawless. This morning she was so nervous she hadn't even been able to eat breakfast. She arrived at the office early, picked up her mail and headed straight for the kitchen, hoping that some chamomile tea would calm her nerves. 

She was halfway through her tea and her mail when she got to the package from Malcolm. "Re: Proposal" it said on the interoffice address form. Inside was a pair of black lace panties, a tiny, oddly shaped soft plastic object, and a note. 

"We've been working on this project all week, Tracy, and haven't even fucked once! I know you're anxious, but damn. That ain't healthy. 

Don't worry about the presentation, you've got it in the bag. In fact, to take your mind off your worries, I propose a little challenge.

The plug fits into the pocket in the crotch of the panties. Put them on and wear them to the proposal meeting. Of course, you'll have to be very careful not to "show" what you're wearing… but if you can do it, I promise it'll keep your mind off your nerves. And after the meeting, we can celebrate our successful proposal with what I've been waiting for all week.

I dare you."

The first smile of Tracy's day crossed her face. Malcolm was an excellent designer and a brilliant engineer, whose talent was matched only by his sense of humor and keen competitive edge. They'd spurred each other on all week with good-hearted challenges and confrontations. "I bet you can't finish that blueprint analysis by lunchtime" was met with "If I do, you're buying lunch." This playful sort of bartering along with Tracy's first-assignment determination had sped them through the project with amiable speed. They'd been working nonstop, with no sexual concession to the electricity that existed between them. Perhaps a challenge during the presentation would be fun. And Malcolm was right: the very idea had already taken her mind off her worry.

She remembered the incredible fucking Malcolm had given her during her Interview, the span of his hands at her waist, the depth of their kiss, the wonderful feeling of fullness his dick gave her, his strength as he impaled her on his cock. Going through the meeting anticipating another fuck of that caliber would be a luscious good time rather than a harrowing experience. She was touched by Malcolm's thoughtfulness. 

In the bathroom, Tracy turned the smooth piece of plastic over. There was a wide, flat base that slid into the little pocket, and a flexible protrusion, about finger-size, that slid comfortably into her when she pulled the panties on. Walking around experimentally, Tracy felt the little plug shift inside her. Its size was not intrusive; it was just enough to remind her that it was there. It provided a subtle motion while she walked, and even after she returned to her desk and sat down, its presence was a pleasant tease of pressure. 

The office was beginning to awaken for the day and Tracy was in a much better mood than she'd been when she arrived. She called good morning to her colleagues as they passed by her office door, dropped her regular panties into a side pocket of her briefcase and, for the first time all week, began to relax. Just then, Malcolm stuck his smoothly shaven head into her office, flanked by two or three people Tracy didn't recognize. 

"Good morning, Tracy," he said. "Did you get my package?"

"Sure did," she replied. "Let's meet to talk about it after the meeting."

Malcolm's eyes twinkled but his voice registered little. "Sounds great. I'd like you to meet Michael Thwaite, Alexis Moon, and Patrick Finnegan, they're from the City Parks Department. I'm going to get them some coffee and then how about we'll meet you in Calvin's conference room?" 

Tracy smiled cheerfully. She was looking forward to this. 

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Malcolm sat closest to Tracy, watching her movements with an open, patient expression. The three city officials sat along the sides of the table, pencils in hand, yellow pads at the ready. Tracy's supervisor Calvin watched from the end of the table near the door, assessment in his eyes as Tracy paced before a large schematic drawing of the park's current layout. She probably didn't need to pace to make her point, but the minute shifting of the little plug inside her felt delicious, and helped her remain distracted from the magnitude of the occasion. She opened her introduction with a smile. 

"As we all know, there have been five serious injuries in Hartley Park over the past thirty-month period. We here at Hobbes and Flush are pleased to be chosen to implement the city's dedication to making this playground a safe place to play."

Tracy's mind smirked at the carefully crafted diplomacy of her words. It had taken two years of public pressure from the neighborhood association to shame the city government into attempting to do anything about the perilous old park. If the press hadn't gotten involved, kids from the surrounding projects might still be breaking their arms and legs with no city response at all. 

Bad politics aside, the project was recognized as noble civic work, and was a publicity coup for H&F's Community Division. But negotiating the bureaucratic chain of command had proved to be almost as challenging as getting the account in the first place. There were so many tiers of approval, so many city agencies that had to be involved, that the whole thing had become an administrative headache. Tracy's audience today represented the Public Housing Authority, the City Building Commission, and the mayor's office, and had final approval on the park renovation plans. She laid it on sweetly for their benefit, sharing the proposed changes of which she was so proud.

"Our proposal involves the standard safety measures: rubberizing the play surfaces, replacing the more rickety equipment. But we also have a few more complex ideas that we hope will further ensure that the children of Hanson Houses and surrounding environs have a safe place to play." 

Suddenly, the flat portion of Tracy's little plug began to vibrate within her panties. Her clit jolted to attention in the face of the silent quivering pressure and she whipped her head to face Malcolm, eyes burning into his with a wordless question. Malcolm raised one eyebrow in challenge. The slightest hint of a smile played around the corners of his succulent mouth. 

Shit! She couldn't believe he'd taken it this far. Shards of pleasure stabbed outward from Tracy's center. She bit her lip as the plastic insert's insistent trembling seemed to intensify. With a superhuman exertion of self-control, she stopped her pacing, turned toward the display board, and adjusted it to reflect the proposal drawings and mockups she and Malcolm had prepared. Mercifully, the vibration stilled while her back was turned. With a tremulous sigh, Tracy went on with her pitch.

"The injuries sustained by the children in the past few years happened in two main play areas: the carousel and the climbing structure." She was apprehensive now, knowing that at any point Malcolm could resume the unbearable vibrating force. With pronounced authority, she pointed out the former playground's 'danger area' and made eye contact with a couple of the officials, who were making notes on their pads or watching expectantly. Going on, she described the intended changes to the playground's layout: a larger sand-play and fountain area in the center of the playground, a replacement of some of the more accident-prone play structures, and a reorganization of the remaining areas. The city planners nodded to themselves, their actions a pantomime of silent approval.

Feeling momentarily triumphant, Tracy dared to look briefly at Malcolm, and immediately the finger inside her began to curve and rotate, twisting in her pussy with undulating waves. She fought to keep the expression on her face from betraying her shock, but the sharp pleasure made it impossible to keep her posture from changing. Slowly, she turned her head to the board and tried to remember what she'd just said. 

The plastic prong was twisting and wriggling inside her. Around its slim length, her walls undulated wildly, seeping moisture and sending waves of delight through her. Tracy felt such weakness in her thighs that she decided it was time to turn the presentation over to her partner. Somehow, she managed her transition without revealing her sensuous secret. The visiting city officials applauded her as she took her seat. For once, with her hidden pleasure gone undetected, Tracy truly felt she deserved the in-meeting acclaim. 

Malcolm took over the second half of the presentation as if nothing was happening, describing the technical, financial, and construction aspects of the changes he and Tracy were proposing. He gestured expansively, described structures with his hands and flipped the display from one illustration to the next. With this range of activity, it seemed insignificant that one of Malcolm's hands periodically wound up in his jacket pocket. No one but Tracy had any idea why.

She was in her seat watching the presentation with absent attention, doodling and taking intermittent notes with a pencil and pad. But below the surface of the conference table, her body was in a frenzy. Numberless times, with no pattern or warning, Malcolm renewed his electronic attacks, silently teasing Tracy's pussy with the vibrating insert. Below the waist, she was writhing with frustrated arousal and trying to maximize her satisfaction. At the same time, she fought to maintain perfect composure above the table. 

First, she arched her back minutely and spread her thighs on the plush conference chair, trying to anchor herself and keep from giving in to the jolts of desire that shot through her. Just when she felt secure in her position, Malcolm triggered a soft palpitation of the flat bit that pressed against her clit. It caressed her relentlessly until it felt like a flood of juice was welling up inside her. 

Tracy pressed her thighs together to try and control the moisture, crossing her legs tightly with her posture casual and her expression unaffected. Why did she do that? Immediately she felt a swelling tremor inside as her thighs pressed her pussy lips together. She rolled her hips in a diminutive arc but could feel her creamy flow leaking into her panties no matter how tightly she crossed her legs. 

Malcolm finally concluded his technical report. "Any questions?" he asked, laying down his pointer and casually placing his hands in his pockets. Tracy's insert began a circular thrusting motion in addition to the pad's pulsation at her clit. She didn't know how much more of this onslaught she could take without breaking into orgasmic screams at the conference table. 

Thankfully, the officials seemed not only satisfied, but impressed and enthusiastic about starting on the renovation project. After a smattering of appreciative applause, Calvin offered to take the city reps to lunch to discuss implementation plans. 

Tracy rose to her feet and moved toward the door, shaking hands all around, smiling, nodding, and accepting polite compliments on the proposal, while Malcolm hung around the display area, packing up the presentation materials and waving intermittently at the retreating bureaucrats. She was delighted the talk had gone over well, but her sense of relief was diluted by the fluttering and squirming little prong, stirring her to a fierceness of passion she was prohibited to express. 

After the room emptied, Tracy closed the conference room door and locked it. The vibrating stopped, and the squirming extension inside her took on an intermittent pulsing pattern. Malcolm crossed the room towards her, raucous laughter on his lips and a little remote control on the center of his palm. Tracy leaned against the door and plunged her hands into her panties, pushing them aside and fingering her inflamed pussy. 

"You suck, Malcolm," she said, traces of desperation in her voice. "Why didn't you tell me it moved?" It had been an excellent joke and an incredibly sexy experience… but Tracy didn't have to admit it yet. She glared at Malcolm, shaking her head in mock anger until the broadly built designer scooped her up and deposited her on the conference table.

"It wouldn't have been as much fun," Malcolm quipped, pulling the tormenting panties away and filling his laughing mouth with her honey. Tracy's giggles soon turned to moans. She let the accumulated tension of the week's worry and the morning's titillation float out of her on the velvet hum of Malcolm's tongue. After the mechanical onslaught of the meeting, his warm slurping felt like a benediction. She lay back on the table and gave herself over to the punch line of his little practical joke. 

Tracy's legs relaxed and spread wider under Malcolm's heavy hands, which were busy stroking and kneading her thighs, her calves, even pushing off her pumps and rubbing down her feet. She unbuttoned her blouse and he followed her hint with biting kisses up her stomach and breasts. Tracy loved her co-worker's full-body fucking but had already endured more than an hour of involuntary foreplay. She fumbled with Malcolm's belt and zipper and grasped his dick, triumphant to find it already hard. She ran her hands inside his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, using clawing fingers and tugging bites to guide his cock toward her juiciest wetness ever.

Malcolm slid into Tracy with a steady weight, inching painfully slow into her waiting pussy. She strained, pushing towards him, striving to feel the fullness of him pressing warm inside her. "Uh-uh-uh," he chided, gripping her waist with his hands and holding her motionless at the very edge of the table. Her pussy pulsed around the very tip of him and she squirmed ineffectively as his hands ran down the sides of her hips. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her upper thighs and held them apart, high and wide, pushing just the first few inches of his dick in and out of her. 

Tracy couldn't believe he was still teasing! Her hips began bucking on their own, pushing forward, almost bouncing off the table altogether. Little by little, more of Malcolm's cock was opening the folds of her and pressing inside, until with one pull he drew out, paused, and drove into her depths to the hilt of his cock. Immediately, Tracy locked her legs around Malcolm's hips and wound her arms tightly around his neck. "I need you to fuck me," she hissed into his ear, while playing her manicured nails softly around the rim of his ear. "I've had enough of this damn joke." 

Malcolm answered her by slamming his hips against hers. Blinding heat rose in the friction between them as they ground against each other fiercely. Tracy's hours of helpless arousal fueled her to fuck with total abandon. She bit into the side of Malcolm's neck, found his mouth and tugged open his sculpted lips with her teeth. Their tongues twisted around each other as the plunging continued, both designers releasing a long week's anxiety into each other.

With no warning, Malcolm lifted Tracy from the table, grasping her ass in his hands and pulling her against him. He withdrew from her, leaving her legs shaking with the loss. Almost faster than she could realize, he had her bent over the conference table and slid into her from behind. He picked up the frenetic pace, pushing into her with one hand at her back and the other holding onto her bun. 

As her eyes focused, Tracy realized the little vibrator and remote were on the table in front of her. Always imaginative, she reached out and picked the little gadgets up. "Who's got the last laugh now," she thought as she pressed the smooth piece of plastic against her clit, the now familiar undulating vibration sending new rushes of joy through her center. 

"I'm coming," she hissed, then whispered over her shoulder, then spoke out loud in a husky near-grunt. She'd been waiting for this release all morning… and it was volcanic when it arrived. He kept her filled the whole time, flexing lightly inside her as she ground out each wave of pleasure on his shaft. 

As the strength of her climax wracked her body, Malcolm pushed her skirt up high on her back and released his own pleasure onto her lower back and behind. For a moment, he lay soft against her, then slowly fumbled his hand onto the table over hers and flicked off the control for the little vibrating plug. With his other hand he pulled a soft tissue from a pocket and gently wiped her up. This gentle consideration after the morning's cruel teasing made Tracy laugh out loud. She got up smiling, on shaky legs.


"Today's busy executive is always prepared," she quipped.

Proposal



I met her in a shopping mall. I was just sitting in a café peacefully when I saw her walk by. She was about 5'6 with a slender body. Her shoulder length brown hair waved back and forth as she confidently walked by, and our eyes met. They were brown/green and revealed a burning fire of lust inside. As she continued I looked her up and down noticing how I was reacting to her long black leather coat and her black heels. She turned around a corner and disappear out of sight, but I could still see her in an inner vision as if I had taken a photo of her and continued to examine it without anyone knowing. 

Ten minutes later I got up and walked away to the men's ware on the third floor. They had had an advertisement in the local paper about new designer clothes, and I wanted to see what there was in my size. Being a 6'5 with long legs and muscular body made it difficult to buy clothes, but that didn't stop me from looking. Sometimes even I got lucky and found something in my size, and to my own amazement I did. A pair of beige trousers of nice cut and a knitted cotton sweater seemed appropriate and might just fit. As usual I had to make sure they fit before I bought them and moved to one of the dressing rooms. I removed my clothes and tried the selected trousers and sweater. I wasn't satisfied with how they fit on me, and took them off. As I was standing leaning down to the floor I suddenly felt a hand between my legs and how I was pushed against the wall which made it impossible for me to stand up. 

"Does it feel good when I touch your cock? Wouldn't you get horny as hell if I asked you to follow me home and let me see you jerk you cock off for me." 

I could feel her rubbing my cock and balls through the thin fabric, and I forced myself to a standing position and turned around. There she was, of course just as gorgeous as she had been when I saw her walk by. Her wonderful brown/green eyes and small nose, thin red lips with a thin dark outline. Her olive skin was perfectly smooth and without any birthmarks. Her high cheekbones made a powerful impression, and the generously applied makeup made an absolutely startling impression which made me stand still just gazing at her while she continued to rub my balls. 

"Yes, you wouldn't mind that at all, just to come with me and stroke your balls blue." 

What's a man to say when such an invitation is given? To be honest I don't know, because I can't remember what I said. My eyes were scanning her very curvaceous breasts which appeared to be something in the neighborhood of 36C. The next I can remember is following the sight of her long hair and long black coat from a short distance behind her until we got to a house where she opened up the door. Minutes later I was completely naked while she was sitting on a bed with all her clothes still on. 

"Sit down." she said pointing at a chair standing directly next to the bed, which I of course did. I remained passive in my seated position as she moved quickly around me. Suddenly she punched me with a fist right in my stomach, and I lost my breath completely for a while. It felt difficult to breath, but eventually it became easier, but regaining my breathing only meant regaining my awareness of the predicament I was in. All of a sudden I was tied to the chair with cuff-like gadgets which held my wrists and ankles to the chair. I felt her wrapping a belt around my chest forcing my back to be secured against the chair too. 

"You'll call me Mistress when I get back, if you know what's good for you, pervert." 

She placed a large transparent bag in my lap with appeared to be filled with cold water, and then placed a black mask before my eyes to cover my face but still allow me to see. But what was there to see when she suddenly walked away and the room became pitch black. There was no sound, no light, and the little smell I could sense was from a wet rug. The whole thing was ridiculous, unworthy any human being, but regardless what I thought, the surrounding remained the same. It could have been minutes or hours, it was impossible to say, but eventually the room was flooded with red lights and a few white ones, and the lady from the mall entered with yet another man. She laid down in bed and the other man immediately began licking her. She looked up at me and grinned before she reached for the bag and removed it and then someone released my right hand which was the one further away from the bed. 

"Jerk off fucking pervert. Stroke your cock quick and hard." 

I couldn't feel a thing in my thighs and cock, but I wrapped my hand around my cold limb and became moving my hand up and down after first saying.

"Yes Mistress."

I could see her face and how she let herself enjoy the other man's tongue in her pussy while she kneaded her breasts. She occasionally looked at my soft limb and my efforts to jerk off while looking at her in bed, and grinned each time she saw how my cock remained small and soft. I had not had an orgasm for ages and really needed one, but regardless how much I tried I still couldn't make it hard. She looked so horny and squirmed in bed while I could hear the squishing sounds from between her legs. Suddenly she pushed her leg against the man's shoulder and he moved away as she turned to stand on her hands and knees. 

"You worthless pervert, can't even make your cock hard at the sight of a real woman. Get your hand in better use and get this condom on a real man's cock. I want to get fucked, and your cock is absolutely worthless and pitiful." 

She threw the condom in my lap, and I quickly took it in my free hand and as I looked up I could see the other man standing next to me with his absolutely stiff cock standing straight out. I placed the condom on the top of his cock, and with great ease it rolled into place. As he turned around to eagerly move his cock to the craving heat of lust between the mysterious woman's leg, I saw his shoulderlength hair sway back and forth and he plunged his cock into her again. 

"That's it, fuck me hard with long hard thrusts. I want to feel your cock all the way into my wet cunt." 

She looked at me, and saw me sit motionless in the chair just watching them. 

"Jerk off, your little pitiful wimp. You wanted to jerk off, so do it." 

I immediately started stroking my cock again, which felt a bit warmer in my hand, as well as a bit harder. I could actually feel a little pleasure from the movement of my hand, and I watched this overwhelmingly beautiful woman being fucked from behind just before me. It was starting to feel like when I was a boy jerking off in bed at night while watching the naked breasts in the nude magazines. The only difference being the reality of the scene before me, and her voice altering between hissing, ordering and screaming at me. It was fantastic in a very obscene way, but I continued to stroke fast up and down just as she was ordering me while she continued to pant heavily from being fucked by this hard cock and the power she must have felt as she continued to verbally abuse and control me. 

"Faster you little jerkoff, and if you come before I do, I'll punish you to such extent that you'll probably beg me to kill you. What a pathetic creature you are, with an even more pathetic soft peace of flesh. Won't that thing ever get hard? Would you get hard if I wrapped my lips around it?" 

Her sudden remark made my cock harder in my hand. The sensation of a woman's lips around my cock, and her tongue sliding around the cock-head is one of the images in my head that most frequently returned when I had sexual fantasies. I looked at her mouth, seeing her tongue sliding over her lips, and the sight made me breath more heavily. 

"Well you can forget that. No chance I will ever take your pathetic pitiful penis in my delicate, elegant and skillful mouth. I know you would come instantly if your cock would come inside and little jerkoff boys don't get that treat." 

She laid her upperbody against the bed to better receive the thrusts of the other man who was beginning to sound like a wounded wild beast. She turned her face to him so her wonderful hair covered her face for me. 

"That's it, deeper, harder, give it to me. Can you feel how my strong muscles are milking your cock? Sucking it harder and harder to get all of your cum. Come for me baby, come hard and salute the talents that is formidably drawing the cum out of your big ball." 

Her voice naturally had an increasingly intense on me too, and I could feel that my cock was hard but still a bit numb.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good. I'm so close to coming, and your cock in my pussy feels so good. Shoot your cum inside of me as I come too. Oh that's it. Yes, yes, don't stop, harder, deeper." 

She stood up on her hand again to thrust back, and panted out the words one by one. Then she started to scream with great intensity straight out as she came. Her face was so beautiful as she came hard, and the other man screamed out his orgasm too deep inside her gripping cunt. It was so good to watch I began feeling how close I was too, and that worried me because I wasn't sure when I would be allowed to come, but at the same time I knew I couldn't stop my hand from stroking. 

The couple stood up after a while, and removed the condom from the man's cock before he departed leaving only me with her in the room. She sat down on the bed and took out two glasses of red wine, before she put the content of the condom in one of the them. 

"Haven't you come yet? You really have a pathetic, useless penis, haven't you? Take away your hand, and drink this." 

She handed me the glass where a string of white semen was floating around, and at the same time she sat down on the floor. I hesitated drinking the wine, and while I did I felt her opening a part of the seat which gave her access to my ass. Without any delay I felt something against my asshole and that something was beginning to push against and ever more accepting hole. 

"I'll let you come if you drink the wine." 

I continued to hesitate, but groaned as her left hand grabbed my hard cock and began to slowly stroke me. Her intense warm hand felt incredible around my hard shaft, and the pumping of both her hand began to go the same pace. 

"Drink it, and then I'll let your pathetic member come in the most intense way." 

I looked her in the eyes, and they were dark. 

"DRINK IT!"

Her order was direct and to the point, and even though I felt hesitation, I let the content of the glass down my throat. As she saw me swallow the drink, her hands became more demanding. I was panting as she fucked my cock and ass with her hands, and leaned my head back. 

"I knew you wanted me to fuck you in the ass from the first time I saw you, and to have your cock stroked at the same time. I know you won't last long, your pathetic little creature." 

Then suddenly she placed a condom on my cock, and continued to stroke me furiously. 

"Come you fucking wimp, and show just how much you want to be fucked in the ass." 

I had been on the ridge of coming for some time now, but as she pushed the object inserted in my ass even further in and turned a switch so the entire length of the probe began to vibrate, I couldn't hold back anymore. As soon as I began coming, she removed her hand from my cock leaving it standing on it's own in my lap while she concentrated on fucking my ass even harder. 

"That's it, shoot all of your cum. Give it all to me, it's mine and I shall have it. Come and keep coming until you've given me all that is mine." 

The intensity was enormous, and I continued to pumping out come into the condom, and at the same time the frustration of not having my cock touched or stroked as I came was growing. I tried moving my still free hand to my cock, but she slapped it. Then finally as the pulsation began to subside, she grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it slowly again while her hand under the chair continued to thrust my soar ass. 

"That wasn't all of it, was it? You must have more in store for me, but it won't take long before we are sure." 

And she resumed her stroking movements around my cock, and it felt both wonderful and annoying at the same time, but she knew what she was doing and in no time it wasn't anything but pure ecstasy as her small hand with delicately painted red nails made me pant even more than I had before. 

"See how well trained your cock is in my hands. It knows that it should give me all of your cum, and this is the moment of truth. Did you give me all?" 

I watched her grin as she saw how I was trying to get out of her grip and the chair, before surrendering to her and coming again.

"Yes that's it. Mistress wants what belongs to me, and I take it." 

It felt like something I had never experienced before. Never had I come that quick twice in a row.

I moaned and groaned as she kept milking my cock, and as I looked in her face she smiled confidently as she had won an important victory. 

"I said I would take all that is mine, and you held back on me the first time. Did you hold back the second time too?" 

And with that she resumed stroking my cock again. She gave me a cute smile which was almost sadistic at the same time. 

"This will make for a wonderful next drink to you. Your lips must be very dry by now, and even more so before I'm done with you." 



Proposal



Your warm, soft, hungry lips devouring me.

Your magnificent breasts pressing against my inner thighs. The way your nipples hardened inside my mouth.

Your sexy blonde hair brushing against me as you are moving up and down between my legs.

Your open, willing body, your excitement, your wetness, your wide-spread legs.

My return, which I never in a hundred years would have thought possible.

Your asking for me in your mouth after having been inside you - your wanting, wanting.

There is the seed. There is the essence of what it is that motivates both of us into foolishness. Will something grow from that, or will that diamond-perfect idea be damned for lack of thought?

The taste and feel of you... The taste of you...

Things you want to do and try.

I don't want to try anything. I want to DO. I want to see and feel and taste and fuck and make and force and everything.

Perfectly, I'd have a virtual slave. Not to me, or to my desires and bents, but to IT. Personality is gone. Individuals are gone. I could be anyone, you could be anyone. Nothing matters but IT. "WE" are just convenient and like-thinking spirits made physical and thoughtfully giving ourselves to IT.

IT ALL. The Idea of IT. Where the word No is a foreign language, where there is only experience, tactile and visceral. Nothing is...not allowed. To exist in a world that only exists in the mind and only for itself and when Time and Sense says its over, then its over, but remembered and known as having been enjoyed, and known for having been Experience. Not just in the greater sense of "Never Again" but for Last week and for Five Minutes ago and for Maybe Next Week, if Time and Sense will allow it.

As long as I have been without, the years...Getting older and losing vitality, feeling it, watching it leave and not being able to stop it, becoming Something Else, not me - For that, I want something. If all my limited mind could fathom was some missionary hump in the backseat in a parking lot, I would have (I hope) accomplished that by now.

This is a huge gamble. This is Russian Roulette with all the cylinders full.

You wanted to "know" me. There I am. 

I don't want commitment. I don't want affection. I despise sentiment and tenderness. I have all I need in life. This would be something else. This would be nothing and everything at the same time.

Envision a knock at a strange door. You know who is calling. Imagine yourself breathless, saying "Come in," and having everything and nothing flood over you in a weakening rush, confident that the man entering is in the same place as you: in the moment, in the instant, in the Now.

I know this is "heavy." At this point, I don't care. I'm not going to play head games with you, you've risked as much as I have already, even more.

Your first extraordinary letter to me outlined, with bullet points, what you thought and wanted. I agreed then, 100%. And I agree 100% now.

We could have this. We could really have this. And it could be everything and nothing at all, which would be Perfect for both of us.

Think of a place, out of Time and out of Space, where "Yes" is a complete state of mind, where "Yes" is a complete state of being, where "Yes" is the only word needed to describe a universe which does not exist.

If you can think of that place, then all you have to say, ever, is Yes.



Proposition



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Katie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We’d grown up on the same block. Gone to the same schools. Every once in a while, even dated the same men. When she approached me with her little proposition, I was a little unprepared. Katie is a 5’3” strawberry blonde with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. When she married her husband, I thought she’d settle down, have kids and be content to raise a family. Well, for the first three years, that’s exactly what happened. Within the first year, Katie had a little girl and I thought maybe number two wasn’t far off. To be honest that’s what I was expecting to hear when Katie called and invited me to lunch. But that wasn’t what I got.

We’d met in our favorite restaurant, a little Italian place that catered to the trendy. Over wine and salads, Katie suddenly stopped eating, put her fork down, and stared at me. I wasn’t sure what was going on so I waited. I could tell Katie was trying to get courage for whatever was coming. Slowly, she explained to me that her and Ned had been talking about ways to excite their marriage. I didn’t find anything unusual in this. Even though I’m single, I know that most couples eventually reach this point. Katie said they had talked about a little getaway for the two of them but that didn’t seem to be enough. After many nights of talking, they finally reached a conclusion. Katie took a big gulp of wine and, looking me in the eyes, said they wanted to have a threesome.

To say I could have been blown over at this point would have been an understatement. This was the last thing I had expected. Katie had always been the conservative one, always the smart one, never reckless. That was me. I didn’t know what to say. Katie waited and when I didn’t say anything, she dropped the other shoe. Ned and Katie not only wanted to experience a threesome but they wanted me to be member number three. 

I was flattered and somewhat shaken. Katie leaned over the table. She’d always thought I was extremely sexy and beautiful. When Ned and her had talked about possible candidates, they always came back to me. Ned thought I was attractive, always had evidently. Katie smiled at me as she took a sip of wine. Setting her glass down, she said she’d always wanted to try this. Would I consider playing with them?

I sat back, drinking my wine and trying to take in what had just happened. One of my oldest and dearest friends had just asked me to not only have sex with her husband but to have sex with her too. I looked at Katie, this time really looking at her. I found, to my surprise, that I was actually feeling attracted to her. I took another sip of wine and thought about Ned. He’s tall, jet black hair, tan with brown eyes. Suddenly an image flashed in my mind. Me riding Ned’s hard cock as Katie watched. I shivered and felt myself getting wet. The next image was the deciding factor. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself laying between Katie’s legs, making her cum with my tongue.

Looking up at Katie, I saw anticipation in her face. Yes, I told her. I’ll do it. Katie was excited. We finished eating, neither of us really tasting anything. Over another bottle of wine, we planned the day and time. Saturday, 8:00, their house. As we parted company after lunch, I felt a giddiness I wasn’t used to. What had I just agreed to? And did I really have to wait four days to have it?

During the week, I thought of little else but Saturday night. As Saturday morning dawned, I showered, shaving my legs and getting myself ready. I’d never done anything like this and I was nervous. And extremely, extremely aroused. As I dressed to go to Ned and Katie’s, I dressed for seduction. Sheer black stockings. Red lace garter belt, no panties. A red and black bustier that pushed my D size tits up. A black dress that buttoned up the front, leaving all but about five buttons undone. Stiletto heels. I was dressed, wet and ready.

As I walked up to their door, I thought about what was going to happen. Ned answered the door. He was sexy in his tight jeans and black linen shirt, open. His bare chest was tempting. He closed the door behind me, handed me a glass of wine and said Katie was waiting for us. He led me upstairs to their bedroom. As I walked in, I noticed candles everywhere and Katie. Katie was stunning. Laying in the middle of the bed, she was wearing a blue teddy that barely concealed anything. The candles added shadows that only enticed, caused excitement. I sipped my wine and walked towards the bed. Ned stayed near the door, leaning against the jam, watching.

I slipped one knee down onto the edge of the bed. Katie reached out and slipped her fingers over my open dress. I watched Katie looking at me, smiling. Very quietly, almost in a whisper, she asked me to kiss her. I felt my heart race and my pulse quicken. Bracing myself on the bed in front of me, I leaned over. My lips gently touched Katie’s, kissing her slowly, sensuously. Her hand came up, cupping my cheek. I opened my eyes, watching hers. Our lips pushed harder against each other, our lips parting slightly. I heard a moan and realized it was me. Katie’s mouth was lush and soft. Her lips tasted like wine. Using my tongue, I gently pushed her lips open and met her tongue with mine. My first kiss with a woman and it was breathtaking.

As we pulled apart, Katie’s face was flushed. Her chest was rising and falling fast from her increased breathing. As I sat where I was, Katie reached up and slowly unbuttoned my dress. I kept my eyes glued to hers, watching her reaction as she unbuttoned me slowly. Her eyes danced as she saw my red and black bustier. When she couldn’t unbutton anymore, I stood up and finished the remainder. Slowly, I slid my dress to the floor and stood there in my bustier, garter and stockings. My trimmed pussy stood out, framed by my garters. I knew I was wet. Katie’s eyes ran hotly over me, stopping to take in my pussy. I looked over at Ned and watched him drinking his wine, smiling at me. His jeans had a huge bulge in front. I couldn’t wait to see it.

I sat back on the bed again next to Katie. Kissing her lips again, I ran my finger down the back of her neck, skimming over her skin. Slowly, I pushed the straps of her teddy down her shoulders. As it fell, her round breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hard, the nubs erect and pointed upwards at me. Flattening my palm against her nipples, I slowly caressed her, circling my open hand over her. Katie moaned and laid back against the pillows. I’d never touched another woman’s nipples before and I couldn’t understand why. I loved the sensation, the feel. So fucking erotic.

Pinching her nipples with my thumb and forefinger, I pulled gently. She moaned and I laughed. Leaning over, I kissed her again and then moved down, my lips making a trail down her neck to her right nipple. As I circled her hard nub with my tongue, Katie pushed upwards and moaned again. Pulling on her teddy, I slid it off her until she was naked. I looked at her, laying open to me. Her pussy was trimmed, her strawberry blond bush glistening with wetness. Feeling adventurous, I slowly kissed my way down her stomach to her thighs. As I ran my hands over her legs, she opened her legs wider for me. Her pink pussy lips stood out for me, dripping with moisture. Looking over my shoulder at Ned, I licked my lips. His eyes were on fire watching me make love to his wife, my oldest friend. Lowering my head, I kissed the inside of her thighs and then moved up to kiss her lips. Katie moaned and arched. She tasted sweet and like nothing else I’d ever tasted before. Better than my own taste.

Kneeling on all fours, I used my fingers to open her lips and ran my tongue down her lips and up again. She moaned and I kept up my action, stroking her gently with my tongue. With each lick, she got wetter. Her clit was turning hard, pushing it’s way out for my attention. Taking her clit in my mouth, I sucked and Katie bucked into my face, her orgasm ripping through her. I felt proud and excited. I’d just brought my first woman to orgasm.

Sitting up, I looked over at Ned again. He walked towards the bed slowly, setting his wine on the dresser. He slipped his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Katie watched me as Ned undid his jeans and slid them to the floor. When he stood, I saw just how aroused he was. His cock was bigger than I’d expected for some reason, or maybe I just wanted him that badly. He had to be at least 9 maybe 10 inches long and he was pointed straight up, throbbing. As he approached the bed, Katie reached up to me and stroked my neck with her fingers. Reaching down behind me, she undid my bustier letting it fall lose, releasing my breasts. Ned and Katie both stared at my DD breasts and I felt the heat in the room notch up again.

Ned knelt on the bed across from me. Leaning over, I ran my hands up his thighs. They were hard and solid. Ned reached a hand around my neck and pulled my lips to his, kissing me, his tongue pushing against my lips. Katie’s fingers were playing with my nipples, tugging on them, caressing them. I moaned into Ned’s mouth. Slipping away from him, I leaned over and took the tip of his cock between my lips. He moaned and Katie urged me on, telling me to suck him like I’d sucked her. Without using my hands, I slide my mouth up and down his length, sucking him. My mouth closed around him again and again, my cheeks collapsing with each suck. Ned moaned and pushed his cock further, deeper into my mouth. As I sucked his cock, Katie crawled around behind me. I moaned as I felt her fingers exploring me. She was gentle, getting to know me and my pussy. I opened my legs wider and Katie leaned down. When I felt her tongue on my pussy, I sucked harder on Ned and moaned louder. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’d never been so aroused.

After a few minutes, Ned pulled his cock from my lips. I watched as his hand stroked his rock solid cock. Katie crawled out from under me. They both laid me back on the bed. Ned lifted my legs up over his shoulders and watched me as Katie guided his cock to my open pussy. As he slowly slid inside me, I moaned, lifting my ass up to give him better access. He plunged inside me, stroking my pussy with his cock five times. Pulling out, he held his cock out to Katie. I watched as she sucked him, licking all my juices off his rod. Ned rammed his cock deep inside me again. I pulled Katie up, telling her to sit on my face. She lowered her pussy to my mouth and I licked her fast, sucking on her lips, her clit, her whole pussy. She bounced up and down on me, moaning. Leaning forward, she kissed Ned as he fucked me and I ate her pussy. It was amazing. As I felt my orgasm build again, I pushed upwards, forcing Ned deeper inside me. 

After I came, Ned pulled out and flipped Katie over onto her stomach on the bed. I watched as he rammed his cock deep inside her pussy, making her squeal. I lowered myself down behind Ned and licked his balls as he fucked Katie. He moaned. I ran my tongue up and down his ass and then over his balls again. Katie was grunting, begging him to fuck her harder. I never would have believed she was such a screamer. I loved hearing her yell for Ned to fuck her pussy harder, to drill her dripping cunt. Ned pulled out and grabbed me. Pulling me up, he kissed my mouth hard, his hands cupping my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Katie rolled over onto her back, stroking her own breasts. Ned laid me down on top of Katie. Our breasts mashed together. Spreading my legs, Ned rammed his cock deep inside me again. Katie and I kissed, our tongues fighting one another as Ned fucked me harder and harder.

Katie’s hands were all over me, rubbing me, caressing me. Ned pulled out of my pussy and slammed his cock into Katie. She moaned into my mouth. With each thrust from Ned, she kissed me harder. Ned pulled out again and entered me again. I was moaning, begging him to fuck me, to make me cum. In and out of me then Katie then me again. Ned was amazing. Katie and I both orgasmed two more times a piece before Ned pulled out and told us to flip over. Stroking his cock in his hand, he grunted as his cum shot out across our bodies. His cum covered Katie’s breasts and my pussy. It felt warm and wonderful.

Ned collapsed on the bed and watched as Katie and I licked his cream from each other’s body. The three of us showered and then crawled into bed. We made love again and again all night and into the following afternoon. I can’t thank Ned and Katie enough for wanting to share their fantasy with me. Katie has promised to come to me with her next proposition, which we’ve already hatched out. Katie’s breaking it to Ned tonight. We both want another man in the bed with us. The proposition is a foursome. I can’t wait!



Proposition



Everybody likes money, or at least the things that money can buy. The thing that really differentiates between us is what we'll actually do to acquire that money. Our moral compass, you might say. Take two sweet young things - two nubile young ladies. One would be horrified if you offered her money to strip. The other would be half undressed before you put your wallet away.

I'd always known this sort of thing but it never really registered with me until the day our baby-sitter had her little clothing mishap. My wife was away and I wanted to go out for a few hours, so I'd arranged for Michelle to come and sit for us. Michelle was quite pretty and had a nice figure which she didn't mind showing off. She was also the most expensive of the baby-sitters we use, but no-one else was available. 

I was in the kitchen saying goodbye to the kids. Michelle was feeding the youngest, and that can be quite a task, with the little fiend's arms and legs going in all direction. I was in the fortunate position of being right next to Michelle when Toby latched onto the front of her top and pulled both top and bra down quite hard, letting this lovely young breast pop into view.

I laughed and Michelle gave a little squeak and hastily tucked her breast out of sight, then turned on me.

"If you were a gentleman you'd have politely turned your head instead of looking and laughing," she reprimanded me.

I was totally unrepentant.

"You have to be kidding. I'd have paid good money for a show like that."

At the mention of money I could practically see cash registers flash up in her eyes. Then she made a pretence of modesty and turned away. I finished saying goodbye to the kids and shot through.

I went out and enjoyed myself and it was close to midnight when I got back home. I was feeling happy because I'd stuck fifty bucks in the pokies on my way out and taken out three hundred and fifty; a nice little bonus. 

The kids were dead to the world and Michelle was watching TV, looking a little sleepy. She sparked awake though, when I took out my wallet to pay her. The interest in her eyes as I took out my wallet, plus the fact that I'd had a drink or two, lowered my inhibitions. I'm not saying I was intoxicated. Nowhere near it, as I'd only had a couple of glasses, but apparently that was enough.

Watching Michelle looking at my wallet and assessing what was in there I couldn't help myself.

"I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I'd pay good money for a show like the one you put on with Toby," I quietly observed to the air.

Michelle blushed, looking maidenly confused, but I could see speculation behind the confusion.

"Really, Mr Rhodes," she protested. "I couldn't possibly do such a thing."

"Pity," I murmured. "I'd pay ten bucks for the first item off, an extra twenty for the second, adding ten buck extra for each item."

The calculator in her head clicked on. Two items and she'd have an extra thirty dollars. If she dared go as high as four she'd have a hundred dollars.

I'd pitched it that way deliberately. Assuming bra and panties, her skirt and top would be four items. Effectively, one hundred dollars to strip.

She looked at me blushing slightly and then looked away. Getting undressed in front of a man? That should be a no-no, but a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars.

"Um, you wouldn't try and take any pictures?" she asked.

"Certainly not," I assured her. "I don't even have a camera on me."

"And no touching," she emphasised.

"Last thing on my mind," I said, quite truthfully. Well, the second thing, actually. The first thing was getting her out of those clothes.

She dithered about, but she was going to do it. Blushing, she lifted her top up and over her head. She was watching me watching her, and for all her pretended confusion and violated modesty, she was enjoying being watched. She had a nice body and she knew it.

Her skirt quickly followed her top, and then she really dithered. She didn't know what to take off next. Bra or panties. Finally she settled on lowering her panties and stepping out of them, turning slightly so I couldn't really see her pussy. With the panties gone, taking off her bra was a lot easier for her.

"Now face me," I told her, and she was blushing as she did so, hands strategically placed. 

"Put your hands behind your back," I told her, "and then turn in a circle."

So, hands behind her back she did a full turn, letting me get a proper view of a very nice body. I reached out and gently pressed on a nipple, feeling it sink back against her breast as I touched it, only to unfurl and stand out firmly when I took my hand away.

"You said you wouldn't touch," Michelle protested, hands coming up to cover her breasts.

"I lied," I said gently. "How can I not touch something as lovely as you?"

This time I reached over and just ran my fingertips over her mons. Michelle squeaked and drew back. She was just about to dive for her clothes when I chipped in.

"How old are you, Michelle?"

"Nineteen, nearly twenty, but that doesn't mean you can touch."

"Maybe not, but how would you like to double your money? Make it two hundred."

She looked at me, wanting the money but hoping I didn't mean what she thought I meant. Her eyes dropped to where I had started undoing my belt.

"Ah, what would I have to do?" she asked cautiously. 

"Oh, I think you know. You're not a virgin, are you?" 

My trousers were sliding down and my intentions were clear. Michelle was torn between looking at my erection and wanting to seem too embarrassed to look at it. 

She finished up looking at me and assessing my gift.

"How do I know you'll pay me," she asked.

I picked up my trousers and took out my wallet. Extracting four fifties, I spread them. 

"Your choice," I told her. "Take the hundred or the two hundred, but whichever you choose, that will be the end of it. I'll accept your decision."

The hell I would. My cock was wanting action. If she said no I'd have to up the ante a little, probably after I ravished her, which could be expensive.

Michelle took a hundred, and her hand stayed there. Then she took a big breath that did nice things to her breasts and grabbed the second hundred. Turning, she snatched up her bag and shoved the money in.

Then she gasped. While she was bent over her bag I had stepped up behind her and my hand had closed over her mound. Michelle just froze there while I made free of her, massaging her mound. I think that every moment she stayed bent over like that she was expecting me to suddenly take her. She was flushed and breathing hard when I backed off a little and encouraged her to stand up.

It would have been embarrassing for her if I was to ask how she wanted it. Far better to just lay her down and take her, letting her see what was happening. A finger dipping between her lips while I massaged her had confirmed that she wasn't a virgin and I was ready to proceed.

I gently tugged her over to the rug in front of the couch and eased her down onto it. Moving her legs apart I settled between them, my erection resting lightly on her tummy. Michelle was staring at it nervously, not sure how to take this. This wasn't a situation where she'd been willingly seduced by a boyfriend. This was a man who was almost a stranger.

To rush her or not to rush her. Would she panic if rushed? I thought not. She had her money and she intended to keep it. I was still idly playing with her pussy, fingers darting here and there, stroking and teasing. I drew back a little.

"You put it in," I said quietly.

Michelle looked at me and then back to my erection, blushing. Then one of her hands dipped down to her slit and her fingers gently spread her lips. Concentrating hard, she took my erection with her other hand, guiding it into position, pressing it lightly between her spread fingers. Then, still holding it in position, she bit her lip lightly and pushed up against me, her mound rising to swallow me, closing tightly around me.

She sank back down onto the rug, looking pleased with herself, and I followed her down, continuing to press down, driving firmly into her.

"Nicely done," I praised her. "You're good at this. Now show me how good."

I was pressing firmly against her, even as she started pushing up against me, and she did feel good. I drove in hard, taking my time and sweet-talking her after each stroke. I complimented her on our good she felt and on how responsive she was. I teased her on how her breasts wobbled when I drove into her, shaking her. I cupped her breasts to hold them still and told her how wonderful they felt. 

And all the time I banged her, harder and harder, and Michelle was frantically bucking beneath me, almost glowing in her eagerness to please me and be pleased by me.

I took my time, dragging it out as long as possible, enjoying the way Michelle was gasping and shaking her head, begging for a release that was too slow in coming. 

Finally I settled into my end run. My hands closed tightly over her breasts and I started pounding hard and fast, driving Michelle quickly into her climax. And mine. I wasn't forgetting mine. By the time I finished I was done. Completely spent. Michelle, on the other hand was lying back, glowing, with a happy smirk on her face.

Michelle departed, looking thoroughly pleased with herself, assuring me she was available anytime I needed a sitter. And I suspected, even if I didn't need one. I watched her go, turning over the nights events in my mind. The whole incident had clarified something I'd always known. Some people would do anything for money. The trouble was in picking the right ones.

I'm a glazier by trade, and on the following Monday I was scheduled to do some work at a college. When lunchtime came around I was way up at one end of the place and everyone else seemed to be at the other end or out in the grounds. I assumed they had some sort of canteen where I could get something to eat but I'd packed a lunch and had my thermos and couldn't see the need. I'd just eat and get on with the jobs. Time is money, and all that.

I took a fifteen minute break to actually eat my lunch. While I was doing it this student came past. She glanced in, looked me over and decided to talk. She came in and started nattering. I hardly had to say a word. Just nod and agree in the appropriate places.

"Gosh, you must think I'm an awful chatterbox," she finally said.

"Not really," I said smiling. "You're just an extravert, not shy around strangers."

"You've got that right," she said, laughing. "As soon as I meet someone I feel that I've known them all my life."

"Not that that can have been very long," I pointed out. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen. People say I don't look it, but I think I do. Do you think I look eighteen?"

I assured her that she did and added I could see her getting into a pub without having to show ID. 

"Ha. A lot you now," she grumbled. "I'm always having to show I'm the right age. It comes from having small tits, I'm sure of it."

Small breasted she may have been, but they seemed nicely shaped to me, and that school tunic couldn't disguise her womanly hips.

"Well you seem quite self-assured to me," I said. "I can't see you being intimidated by the bouncers and such."

"Oh, no. I'm good to go. I'm willing to take on any dare."

"Somehow I doubt that," I said teasing her. "I mean, here you are talking to a stranger. Even though you say you now feel that you've known me forever I'll wager you fifty that you won't take your panties off with a stranger in the room. Me, in this case."

She went red and started to bluster.

"I'm not going to bet that. Whoever heard of such a thing? Really. You're terrible to even suggest it."

I grinned at her. "And you haven't got the fifty that you'd have to fork out," I suggested.

"I wouldn't have to fork it out," she said, all dignity. "I just don't want to take your money."

I took out my wallet, ostentatiously took out a fifty, folded it and tucked it in my shirt pocket and put my wallet away. She blushed again, looking at me, and then at the pocket where the fifty resided.

"You're on," she said briskly. Reaching up her tunic she wriggled out of a pair of panties and stuffed them in her pocket. Then she stuck out her hand for the fifty, smiling triumphantly.

"Hold on," I said. "I have to be sure."

Reaching over I lifted the front of her tunic to inspect her bare loins. Very nice, with a little tangle of fur, just not enough to show over a bikini.

"Very nice" I extracted the fifty and handed it to her. She was smiling smugly. The smile faded somewhat when I tossed out my next challenge.

"Lay you another fifty that you're still a virgin," I said.

She flushed again but said, "Done. Now pay up. I'm not. Lost that on my eighteenth birthday, and quite interesting it was, too."

"Hold on," I said again. "It's only fair that I check to make sure you're telling the truth."

"Ah. And how do you propose to do that?"

I could see she was thinking that I wanted to grope her. For the fifty she was prepared to put up with it. I was almost sorry to disappoint her.

"It just so happens that I have my little old virginity tester here. Why don't you just bend over that desk while it gives you a thorough examination?"

"You expect to have sex with me to test my virginity," she asked indignantly. "I didn't agree to that."

"Then you lose," I said smiling, "and you owe me fifty." I put out my hand.

She did not want to give back the fifty she already had. She considered that her money. She was considering alternatives.

"Um, can't you just test with your finger," she said, face blazing.

I sadly shook my head. "That would only show that your hymen might be broken," I pointed out. "It doesn't give that deep penetration and let me feel your reaction.

I'll tell you what. I'll start the test and if you think you don't want to go ahead with it, just let me know."

With that I turned her and had her bend over the nearest desk. Pushing her tunic up I slid my hand between her legs, stroking her mound. She was tense at first, but after a little bit of attention had been made she started to relax, pushing her pussy against my hand.

I eased a couple of fingers past her lips, stroking her more sensitive inner flesh. She gasped and squirmed a little, but didn't say anything. Then I was parting her lips and my cock was pressing forward and into her. 

"Oh my god," she said in a soft squeal and talking fast. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."

I couldn't believe it either. We were in a frigging classroom, for god's sake. Students or teachers might come past at any time. I started taking her, very firmly. Non-virgin was right. Right from that first stroke she knew what was expected of her and she delivered. 

I had to make this fast. Too, too, embarrassing trying to explain to a teacher why I was shafting a student instead of working. I drove in hard and fast, keeping the action moving quickly. She seemed to understand the need for speed and was most obliging in her response. (I guess she didn't want to have to explain to a teacher why she was screwing the glazier instead of being wherever she was supposed to be.) 

She was gasping and squirming under me, her bottom working hard to keep up with me, little eager squeaks escaping her as we mated. Faster we went, racing towards a quick climax, both of us relieved when we found ourselves getting there.

I finished off with a groan of relief, while she finished up by burying her face in her hands to muffle her shriek of delight. I withdrew and guided her sideways so she sank down onto the seat of the desk. She sat there, breathing hard. She was spent. Not so spent, I noticed, as to prevent her sticking out her hand for the fifty she had won. I slapped it down and her hand closed over it while she grinned at her victory. I guess she showed me.

The next time I win some money on the pokies I know just how I'm going to spend it.



Propositioned Over a Water Heater



Kate usually visits us once a year and almost always stays in our house. I usually can't wait for her leave. During her visit last year, Kate had flown in on a Saturday to visit us and stayed on our pull-out couch for a full week. She is one of those visitors who really takes it to heart when you tell them to, "Make yourself at home." I spent the week fetching her drinks, tripping over her belongings that had spread around my living room and listening to her insulting anti-man jokes. At the time Kate was 2 years single after a 10 year marriage to her high school sweetheart. They had 3 kids together, now ages 13, 11 and 9, and it had been a long and drawn out separation. For me, the only good part about Kate's divorce was that she had really whipped herself into shape. Kate stood about 5'3" and had slimmed down a lot. The weight loss really accentuated her curves and something about her new figure drew my eyes to her large breasts every time. Her husband had been a control freak and didn't even like for her to leave the house. She had come full circle now that she was on her own and every outfit she wore had a thong hanging out the back and cleavage in the front that left little to the imagination.

Erica, my wife and Kate's sister, always obsesses about how guests perceive our home and it was no different when Kate visited. It was Tuesday of the week Kate visited and no one had told me that Erica had told Kate she should use our master bathroom to shower and get ready in the morning. I had assumed that when I poked into the bathroom to hop in the shower with my wife that I at least had a 50/50 chance of getting laid to start my day. That was until I pulled back the curtain to find Kate with her back arched, hand up in her hair with her head back, rinsing the shampoo from her long black locks. It felt like an eternity before we both realized what had happened, but during that time I watched each mass of foam rinse down her tanned chest, onto her stomach, past her jet black pubic hair and down her leg into the stream of water flowing to the drain. Her breasts hung low and heavy on her chest. The cool morning air had brought her large nipples to attention on top of her dark brown areolas, inviting my lips to wrap around them and daring me to probe with my tongue. As soon as Kate had noticed the intrusion she immediate ripped the curtain out of my hands and covered herself. All I could do was say, "I'm sorry," and I turned and left the bathroom immediately. I was glad that I hadn't stripped my clothes off quite yet as it might have been that much more uncomfortable to explain the erection that had immediately sprung forth under my boxers.

I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for Kate to finish showering and getting dressed. After 10 minutes of wondering what I was going to say, Kate opened the door and walked out in a white terry robe conservatively wrapped around her body and a matching towel wrapped around and bunched on top of her head. Kate wasn't one to mince words and as soon as she saw me, she came right out with what was on her mind.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she said.

"Listen Kate," I started, "I'm really sorry that happened. Sometimes I hop in the shower with Erica, and we don't usually have guests showering in the master bath. It was just an innocent mix up."

"Don't get your boxers all in a knot," she responded. "You're not the first man to see me naked. Really, it's not a big deal at all. I won't even tell Erica if you don't want me to."

"That would be great," I said, anxious that my wife would completely misinterpret what had happened. Fortunately, for the remainder of Kate's visit, the subject never came up again. I didn't want to discuss it any further and I worried that Kate would see right through me. The truth was that I had frequently fantasized about being with her before that day and now that I had that image of her glistening wet body burned into my brain, I couldn't stop myself from masturbating twice a day for the rest of the week she was there while I dreamed of penetrating her. When the time came for Kate to head back home, I was disappointed that I hadn't accidentally bumped into her again.

This year Erica and I were going to visit Kate in Maine. We were renting a house along the ocean and I was looking forward to spending some quality time drinking, kicking back and watching the waves. Erica is only 2 years younger than her sister and while they don't have a lot of interests in common, they always find ways to do things together when they get a chance to see each other, leaving me free to do some serious rest and relaxation.

It was late summer and we decided it would be a fun bonding experience to drive all the way from Illinois. It took 4 days to make the trip there after making several stops at touristy sites along the way. When we finally arrived, all I could think about was getting unpacked and grabbing a beer.

It took about an hour to get settled for out week in the rental house, and when we finished, I had grabbed a Sam Adams and headed out to the deck attached to the back of the house. There was a cool breeze off the ocean and my ears were bathed in the sounds of waves gently rolling in and the trees sighing around me. I looked around and couldn't see any of the neighbors, just tall pines as far as I could see with the only break between the deck and the shoreline. Across the bay I could see a lobster boat chugging along, its diesel engine echoing off the coastline. I took a swig of beer and leaned back in my Adirondack chair, day dreaming about that morning with Kate; only this time she invited me into the shower with her. My mind drifted to images of soapy breasts and passionate love making with my wife's sister.

"What are you thinking about?" Erica said as she roused me from my dream. I looked up to meet her eyes only to find that she was focused a bit lower. I followed her gaze only to see that my erection was clearly visible in my shorts.

"I was thinking about how the design of these chairs could make for some interesting fun," I lied, "maybe you should come make sure you can straddle me comfortably."

Erica kneeled next to me and said quietly into my ear, "Maybe tomorrow, I don't think we have enough time before we go to my sister's for dinner, but I think I can help with your problem."

I started to say something but stopped when I felt Erica's warm hand work its way under my waistband and gently grab hold of my rod. She started kissing along my neck while slowly taking long strokes along my hardening shaft. I could feel my pre-cum forming a cool area on my cockhead. As Erica moved her hand down to caress my scrotum, she used her free hand to pull down the elastic waistband and expose my full erection. The cool air that enveloped my shaft was quickly replaced by the hot inside of Erica's mouth as she slowly took me in.

Briefly removing her mouth, Erica maneuvered around the armrests of the chair down to my knees as she tugged my shorts down to my ankles. She slid in between my knees, spread my legs and grabbed hold of the base of my penis. She quickly went to work alternating between taking my head into her mouth and bring it back out into the cool air, working around the head and along the shaft with her tongue. My foreskin was completely retracted and my cock head set atop my hardened shaft, glistening with saliva and pre-ejaculate. Erica pulled her hand down along the shaft and followed her hand with her mouth taking me in as far as she could go. She paused, holding me in her mouth, her hand caressing my smoothly shaved balls and rubbing her fingers against my perineum.

Erica came up for a breath and then started back in with a regular pumping up and down on my cock with her and hand and mouth. She started slowly at first, but her speed quickly picked up as she could feel me coming closer to orgasm. I looked down to watch her head bobbing hard on my shaft, her whole body bouncing with each stroke. I couldn't wait any longer and my whole body tensed as I let out a groan, about to release into her mouth. Simultaneously, Erica pulled back as she gasped and let out several muffled cries of ecstasy. I watched as her body continued to pulse and my shaft shot several streams of cum into her open mouth where they immediately started dripping back out onto my shaft. As we both relaxed and Erica leaned back onto her haunches, I said, "Don't take me wrong, that was great, but I've never known you to get so excited over a blow job."

"I need to get something to clean up this mess," she said, and when she stood, I saw what all the excitement was about. Her skirt was hiked up and where her underwear should have been I could see her public hair, shimmering with wetness that her fingers had worked all around. She pulled down her skirt and headed into the house.

Erica came back with a towel and we cleaned up the fruits of our labor, afterward we both went inside and tidied up for dinner with Kate. I was glad that she had relieved me before we headed over and knew it would help keep me from daydreaming about Kate riding my cock with Erica straddling my face.

On our way to Kate's place, we stopped by the gas station and market and picked up some drinks and ice for the cooler. Kate had suggested after dinner we could have a campfire in her back yard and just kick back and relax. I was definitely ready to spend my vacation doing just that. When we arrived, Kate had most of dinner already prepared, but she asked if I could grill the burgers and hot dogs while she finished up some potato salad. "The grill is already hot," she said. I agreed and tended to our meal as I heard the girls inside giggle over some story from their past.

After dinner, we moved out back and I lit a fire. We setup some chairs and a couple of tables around the fire pit and put a cooler filled with ice cold beer and hard lemonade right next to my chair. The girls sat next to each other, across the fire from me. I was really only there to serve them drinks anyway and I let my mind wander as they caught up on what's been going on in their lives. Not too long after finishing my 3rd beer, I started to get the urge to relieve my bladder. "I'll be right back," I stated and headed up the back stoop and into the house. Kate had a combined bathroom, utility room just off the back hallway. I stepped in and relieved myself and when I went to wash my hands and I immediately heard the telltale sound of chunks of rusted metal swirling around the bottom of Kate's water heater directly behind me. I grabbed a towel and while I dried my hands, I took a closer look at the water heater. The bottom was bubbled with rust and it looked like it could burst at any moment. I hung the towel back on the hook and headed back out to the fire.

"Your water heater is in bad shape," I told Kate as I was sitting back down. "Best case is that is just starts leaking, but if a large hole pops through the tank, you're going to have water damage in at least half of your house."

"I know," Kate responded. "It's been bad for over a year now, but I just haven't had the money to get it replaced. The heater itself isn't too bad, but I just can't afford the rates the plumbers have wanted to charge and I haven't found anyone who will do it for a case of beer yet."

And that's when I got the look. Erica eyes pierced me and I knew without her saying a word that she was reminding me that I had just replaced our water heater at home and that offering to do it would really help her sister out. I had no intention of spending a day of my vacation driving 2 hours round trip to the nearest home repair store and a few more hours replacing her water heater. "You know Kate, I could replace it for you if you'd like," I blurted out, wondering if Erica had some kind of mind control over my mouth.

"That would be great. Can you really do it? I feel bad that you have to work on your vacation. It can wait until I get enough to pay a plumber. Really, it can wait," Kate stammered out in a half drunken run-on sentence.

"No, No, I can do it. It won't be that big of a deal. Tomorrow would be perfect anyway, since the two of you are going to find new and interesting ways to empty my pocketbook anyway," I replied.

"You really do have an awesome husband," Kate slurred to Erica. "Thanks Sean."

I leaned back in my chair and downed another beer. What a miserable way to spend a day of vacation. I had grand plans of getting drunk and pissing the day away or maybe finding a charter down at the docks and doing a little fishing. I was getting myself all worked up when Kate got up to head inside. After the door closed behind her, I looked across at Erica who had noticed my less than stellar cover up of how angry I was at her volunteering me to be Kate's errand boy and plumber tomorrow. She whispered just over the crackle of the fire, "It'll be OK. I'll make it up to you." For the second time today I started to say something when I was stopped by Erica's actions. She spread her legs and revealed that she still hadn't put her underwear on. "I think we can try out your little chair idea tonight."

I immediately felt the anger slip away as Erica reached up her skirt and slowly used her index and ring fingers to trace the line along the outside of her labia. She pulled her skirt back down, crossed her legs and winked at me just before Kate returned from inside. We spent the rest of the night chatting and drinking around the fire, eventually stumbling our way back to our rented house and passed out into bed.

Erica was rousing me by 7am the next morning and I woke to her beautiful face and a headache. I knew I should get started early. If I was lucky, I'd get finished up by lunch time and still have the afternoon to myself. The girls wouldn't be back until dinner. I rolled out of bed on threw on some clothes and a Chicago Cubs cap. I stopped by the bathroom to brush my teeth and tidy up then headed down to the smell of bacon and eggs. I thought, "Erica must really be trying to butter me up. I don't think she's made me breakfast ever." I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at the table.

"Good morning sweetheart," I started, "how are you feeling?"

"No too bad considering how much we drank last night," she replied, "but you look like shit."

"I'm all right. Whatever you're cooking smells amazing. You are going share right?" I put on my best pouty face.

"Actually no," Erica said, "this is all for you." She walked over towards me holding a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and several strips of bacon, "I'm having breakfast with Kate in town. She should be here to pick me up in 15 minutes or so." Erica placed the plate in front of me and sat down in the chair to my right.

"Thanks." I said and grabbed a fork to dig in. My mood and maybe even my headache improved instantly as the first few bites of eggs excited my taste buds and calmed my stomach. If finished eating while Erica and I had idle conversation and was just taking my plate to the sink when I heard a knock and the sound of the front door opening.

"Hello," said Kate's familiar voice from the foyer, "is everyone decent?"

"We're in the kitchen," Erica giggled in reply, "and we're both totally naked."

A few seconds later, Kate walked through the door laughing with her eyes covered. She was wearing her extra short cut off jean shorts and her long tan legs appeared even longer thanks to the tall heels she was wearing. She had a black spaghetti strap tank top on that didn't really cover her black bra and a silky white see through shirt, left unbuttoned, hanging on her shoulders. Her long, wavy black hair hung just past her shoulders. It always amazed me how she and Erica looked like they could almost be twins if you stood them side by side, but like yin and yang. Kate had almost olive skin, black hair and brown eyes. Erica on the other hand was fair skinned, blonde haired and blue eyed. I also thought their personalities seemed to fit the good and bad polarity as well.

Kate uncovered her eyes. "Whew, glad you were kidding," she joked.

"Are you ready to go sis?" Erica asked.

"You bet," Kate answered, "I think we should take your car and I'll leave my truck with Sean. Is that Ok with you Sean?"

"That works for me," I replied, "I'll need to truck bed to get the water heater back anyway, so I was actually about the suggest the same thing."

Kate walked over to me and handed me an envelope. "This is what I have for the water heater. It's a little more than $400. I hope that's enough."

"I'm sure it will be." I said. Even if it wasn't, I'd still get her a new heater.

"I can't thank you..." Kate started but I cut her off and said, "Enough already, you guys go have fun and when you get back, the job will be done and everyone will be happy. Now go." I pointed towards the door and feigned an angry look. Erica grabbed her purse and gave me a kiss as she headed out.

"The keys are in the truck," Kate said as they walked out the door, "make sure you fill 'er up before you return it." With a thud of the door closing they were gone. I cleaned up my breakfast dishes, grabbed a diet Coke and headed for the door myself. I knew it was close to an hour each way into town and if I wanted to be done before the girls got back, I'd need to keep moving.

It was already 11:30 by the time I made it back to Kate's place with the new water heater. I took the extra time to be sure I had everything I needed as I knew I could ill afford to run back to the store for a $.25 fitting and still finish in one day. 45 minutes later I had the old water heater disconnected, drained and outside. Another hour and half after that I had the water in the house back on and I lit the pilot light. I knew I'd have to wait at least 20 or 30 minutes before I could see if there was hot water. If everything was working OK, I could grab a quick shower and have a few hours to myself.

Only 15 minutes had gone by and there was nothing on the TV, no newspaper, no internet on Kate's computer. I tried the water and it was luke warm at best. I was confident the water heater was working, but I wasn't hopping in the shower just yet. I gave in to my urge to do a little snooping. I stared with Kate's computer, hoping she was one of those girls that had some secret pictures or videos stashed away on her hard drive, but I wasn't that lucky. 

I moved on to Kate's bedroom and stared with the nightstand drawer. Not too surprising, but still interesting to think about, I found a purple rabbit vibrator and a bottle of lubricant in the drawer along with some nail files, a hair brush, a couple of books marks and a bunch of loose change. I knew that most women likely had a dildo stashed somewhere, even Erica had one, but I still was instantly hard when I thought about Kate lying in bed, legs spread, inserting her purple passion rod and moaning with pleasure. I closed the drawer and moved on to her dresser.

There were two smaller drawers in the stop of the dresser with 3 full width drawers below. I started with the small, left hand one and found the sock drawer. Although I wasn't expecting anything too exciting, I knew the sock drawer was always a good place to hide stuff, so I reached in and slid my hand under the socks and around the edges. Near the back I felt a plastic bag and decided it was worth checking out. When I pulled it out I was a little shocked. Assuming that Kate wasn't keeping a baggie full of oregano in her drawer, it looked like Kate had about an 1/8 of marijuana stashed. With a giggle I tucked the bag back where I found it. I wish I could come up with a way to get her to share that around the campfire next time.

Moving on to the right side drawer, I assumed I would find underwear and was right. I don't know what it was about panties, but I found them to be arousing, even when they were hanging in a store. I often wondered if Erica had any idea that I liked to use her silky panties to masturbate with. I even occasionally picked through the laundry basket giving each one a brief sniff. Something about the scent of a woman just drove me crazy. Kate's panty drawer was at least as much fun as Erica's. The first thing I noticed was that it was just packed with underwear. I wondered how one woman could need 40 pairs. Most were thongs with a few boy shorts and hip huggers in the mix. There was a variety of lace, cotton and silk and my mind tried to picture Kate in each of them. My cock had started to stiffen and I thought it was probably a good time to jump in the shower.




Propositioned Over a Water Heater



I headed to the bathroom and made sure there was hot water at the sink. I stripped off my sweaty clothes and took a leak while I warmed the shower. You could tell Kate was used to living alone. The sink was covered with every conceivable cream and spray. There was a pile of dirty clothes in the corner by the door. A cute pink lace thong caught my eye and when I finished my business, I gave in to my urge to check it out. The thong was soft and well worn. I brought the small cotton patch to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was a perfect mix of Kate's sexual musk mixed with her sweat from wearing it yesterday. My rod was instantly at attention. I couldn't help but stroke myself several times as I warmed the cotton area of the panties with a puff of my hot, humid breath, which enhanced the scent and my arousal. I continued to stroke myself lightly but decided it was best if I didn't leave a mess in my sister's bathroom. I tossed the panties back in the laundry pile and hopped in the shower.

Kate's scent lingered in my mind as I washed my hair and soaped my body with some fruity body wash I found in the shower caddy. After rinsing out the shampoo, my hands had wandered again to my sudsy rod. With a few slow strokes I was fully erect again and this time I didn't think I was going to be able to stop until I was finished. My mind was filled with images of Kate, slick from her shower, bent over in front of me. My tool penetrating her from behind as the water flows down my chest and over her ass. Her hands pressed up against the steamed tile walls, her hair wet and matted along her back. With each stroke of my hand I pictured penetrating Kate, her hand reaching between her legs and massaging my balls as I pause briefly as deep insider her as I can go.

I was instant snapped from my fantasy when I heard the sound of the curtain moving against the shower rod and the cool air from the bathroom hit my body. There was Kate, standing the in bathroom with the curtain in her hand, her eyes focused on my rock hard penis, my hand holding it in mid stroke. "What the fuck Kate!" I yelled as I tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Oh relax," she said, "I wasn't expecting you to be done with the water heater yet when Erica dropped me off. She went back to the house. She has a migraine that just wouldn't go away. I'm supposed to take you back when you're finished, but I wasn't expecting to find you working in my shower. Looks like the tables have turned from the last time we were in this situation."

With a sigh of relief, "At least Erica's not here," I said, "you scared me."

"I'm not an idiot," she retorted, "I wouldn't have barged in here if Erica was out in the living room. I was just trying to show you what it felt like. Finding you jacking off in my shower was just icing on the cake."

I was embarrassed and my erection was deflating along with my ego.

"I can let you finish if you want," she added. She started sliding the sheer shirt off her shoulders and continued in a sexy voice, "or I could make sure the shower water is up to my heat requirements."

I'm not sure if my jaw actually hit the ground, or if it was just my imagination, but as Kate let the shirt drop to the ground and started pulling up her tank top, my erection gave her the answer she needed. I dropped my hands from protecting my engorged organ and watched Kate continue to strip. As she pulled the tank top over her head leaving her black bra to cover her upper body, she swung her black hair over her shoulders like she was a model working a photo shoot. She had gotten my attention and my dick betrayed me and any semblance of self-control I had left departed as quickly as the blood rushed into my erection.

Kate turned her back to me and reached around to unhook her bra. She looked back over her shoulder, leaned slightly on one foot and cocked her hips while she let the bra slide offer her arms and down to the floor. As she turned around to face me again, she wrapped her arms around her chest, protecting it from my view, but also pressing her breasts together and upward making them look like they would pop out from behind her arms at any moment. While attempting to maintain the coverage of her chest with one arm, she slid her free hand down her taught stomach, slowly past her navel to the button on her shorts. She popped the button open and lowered the zipper revealing a small patch of purple panty.

Kate stepped out of her shoes and turned away from me again, while moving both her hands to her hips. She inserted her thumbs into the waistline and slowly slid the shorts and her purple panties down to her ankles. She stayed bent over as she side stepped her clothes and stood for just a moment, showing off her perfectly rounded ass. I traced the lines of her legs to their apex and could make out the outline of her labia and the shortly cropped pubic hair in the shadows. Just beyond I could see the outline of her breasts hanging off her chest, her erect nipples silhouetted against the bright lights from the bedroom. She slowly stood and turned, this time revealing all to me, and came towards me to join me in the shower.

As Kate entered, she left the curtain open and she adjusted the shower head slightly to keep some of the water from leaving the shower and stepped close to me, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her hand slid around behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers. Our tongues mingled, occasionally plunging deeper into each other's mouths. She pushed me back slightly into the streaming hot water which washed down over our heads as she probed my mouth with her tongue. She released my head from her grasp and I moved my kissing lips down along her jawbone and onto her neck. She continued to press against me, forcing me backward until her extended hand supported her body on the cool tile. I proceed to kiss lower along neckline and down along her breast bone. The water was now flowing along her back and I slid my hand up her slick flank. My hand worked its way under her breast and provided support as my mouth worked its way down. I extended my tongue and lightly touched around the circumference of her areola several times. Her nipple was fully erect as I wrapped my lips around it, sucking it softly into my mouth as Kate let out a sensual moan. With her nipple in my mouth, I continued use my tongue to caress her nipple. Kate pressed her breast slowly into my face, forcing me go to my knee for balance, which lasted only briefly and I was forced to release from her breast and continue to move my lips down her body. 

As my kisses moved along her abdomen, Kate supported herself with both hands against the wall and moved one foot onto the edge of the tub, giving me easy access to where she wanted me to be. Due to the angle of our bodies, I was forced to turn my body to face the same direction as Kate, sitting on the floor of the tub and moving under her parted legs like an auto mechanic sliding under a car. I placed one hand behind my back for support and moved my face up into her crotch. The water from the shower was flowing like a stream down her back, along the crack of her butt and flowing down her extended leg. I tried to move my tongue into position to work its way in between her lips, but the flowing water made it difficult to get close and still breathe. I instead moved my free hand up in between her legs and started massaging her labia with my thumb, working the lips away from the center and exposing her rapidly dampening vagina. From the angle we were at, I was able to move my tongue up from in between her legs and as I penetrated her sex with fingers, I pressed my extended tongue into the stream of water and onto her anus. Kate let out a breathy squeak and did her best to press her pussy onto my fingers while forcing her ass into my face. The inside of her vagina was already fully wet and the heat against my fingers was warmer than the hot water from the shower. I continued to finger her slowly while my tongue probed her ass. Her body began to pulse along with the penetrations of my fingers and tongue along with more extended moans.

Kate backed up slightly, allowing the water to now flow over her head again and with this I moved my tongue down to her awaiting sex. I could see now that her labia were spread wide and the exposed area was dark pink in contrast to her dark skin. Her vagina was open and inviting and I plunged my tongue deep inside her. My senses were engulfed with the sweet taste of her wetness and her flaming insides hot on my tongue. As my tongue explored her inner depths, my hand had found its way to where her lips came together. Beneath the lump of flesh I could feel her swollen clitoris and a lightly pulled back the hood to expose it enough for my tongue to flick up against it. Kate's writhing increased speed and she pressed harder against my face. Her moaning started to get louder and just as I thought she was about to orgasm, she pulled away.

It took a couple of heavy breaths for her to calm herself and then she said, "I want you inside me now." Not wanting to disappoint, I slid myself out from between her legs so I was behind her. She bent down a little lower again and the water again flowed along her back. I moved behind her and as I approached I felt her hand grab my cock and guide it into her. I felt intense heat along my rod as I penetrated deeper into Kate. I let out a deep sigh and lingered with my cock buried as deep inside as it would go. Kate braced herself with both hands on the tile again as I started to pull out and thrust deeply into her.

"You feel so good," I said to her, "I've been thinking about this for so long."

"It's been so long since I've had a real man inside me," she responded. "I want you to fuck me hard Sean."

With that, I placed my hands on her hips and started to thrust harder and sped up the pace. Our moans synchronized and I continued to penetrate her from behind. Kate had dropped one hand from the wall leaving behind a handprint in the fog on the tile. Her hand had moved between her legs and I could feel her fingers rubbing hard on her clit as they occasionally bumped my shaft. I could feel pressure building inside me and I wouldn't last much longer. The river of water continued to stream down Kate's back and each thrust of my hips was completed with a slap up against her ass. I looked down to watch my glistening cock pounding in and pulling out. Her moans had turned to gasps for the last three or four thrusts and then she let out a loud cry as her insides clamped against me and she lost some of the rhythm, slowing her moans and again bracing herself with 2 hands. I was close to releasing and took a few last penetrations. Just before I ejaculated, I pulled my cock out of Kate. I pressed her ass together with my hands and rubbed my tool in between her cheeks. I let out a loud "Oh!" and let loose a stream of semen across her back that immediately got caught in the river down her back and rinsed towards my cock. I finished with several more thrusts in her crack, each one depositing diminishing globs of cum onto Kate.

We both stood still for a moment as the water washed the evidence from Kate's back and my cock. Kate stood upright and turned to me, stood close and kissed me deeply one more time.

"Thank you Sean," she whispered into my ear, "I knew there was more than just my water heater that needed work around this house."

She turned and shut the water off and we both grabbed for towels. I moved to the back of the tub to dry off when something out in the bedroom caught the corner of my eye. I turned to look and was horrified to see Erica standing around the corner, just past where I could have seen a minute ago. I must have turned pale white as she approached. I felt like vomiting.

"It's OK Sean," she said as she came close, "it was all my idea from the start. Kate told me about your little incident back at our place. She also told me how you tried to hide your erection. When you volunteered to help Kate with her hot water heater, I knew what would be the best way to repay you and you just made it too easy by being in the shower when we got back."

Everything was a blur. I couldn't believe the words that had come out of her mouth. "I'm sorry," I said, not believing her.

"Really, it's OK," she assured me. "Besides me, Kate is the only woman on Earth I want you to put your penis into. And don't worry, I had some fun too." Kate had been standing in the doorway with her hands behind her back and with her last statement she moved one hand out from behind her back to reveal her favorite vibrator, its skin glistening in the light from its recent use."

The rest of vacation was pretty mundane compared to that day and we never brought up the subject the rest of the time. Erica and I had tried out the Adirondack at the rental house next day and it lived up to my expectations. By the time it we were ready to go home, we were both relaxed and had never felt closer together. I still think about that afternoon at Kate's place, but I've stuck to having sex with Kate's sister.



Special thanks to DandyGirl22 for volunteer editing this piece.



Propositions



I am not an ugly guy, plain maybe. I ran into a dry spell and a woman's company got hard to come by, just didn't have much of a chance to get out to meet women. I got so I would eat a lot of fast food, and as I did, I noticed a lot of young girls and even some women behind the counters. I always made small talk and joked with them and got to know them pretty good. The majority of them were cute, but not beauty queens. Beauty queens don't work at fast food joints for minimum wage, usually high school girls or recent divorcees.

I began to notice that many had very hot bodies and wondered if I could maybe get them into bed with me to help me with my lack of female company. I decided to try it out and I picked Nancy as my first target, she worked at the McDonald's, shoulder length blonde hair, small tits and a nice ass. I began to joke a lot with her and make comments about how hard it must be to survive on minimum wage, even for a high school girl. 

One evening as I ordered my dinner, she took a break and sat with me and we talked as I ate. I was nervous, she could put me in jail for solicitation, but I finally popped the question. "Nancy, what if I told you that you could make $100 for a couple of hours work?" and she stared at me, not believing that this was possible. "Would I have to kill someone?" she joked . 

"No, just be company to someone for a couple of hours, you know." She looked at me a long while, "Would sex be involved?" she asked me, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"Most definitely," I whispered back and she sat and thought for a long time about it. She looked up and saw her manager motioning for her to return to work, "I'll do it," she smiled, "I get off at 11, meet me in the parking lot." I couldn't believe my luck, as I threw my trash away and went to the ATM to get the $100 out. 

My mind thought about her tight body and how in 3 hours, I'd be having it and my cock began to stir. I got back to the McDonald's just before 11 and waited out front. She came up to my window and said she'd follow me and we started towards my apartment. We parked and she followed me up and I fumbled for my keys to open the door and we went inside, where she sat on the sofa. 

"Want something to drink?" I asked her,. 

"Got any beer?" was her reply. 

I got a cold beer and brought it to her, "Are you old enough?" I asked as she reached for it. 

"I'm 18. I'm old enough to fuck you, I'm old enough to drink your beer," I agreed and handed it to her. She sipped her beer and looked around, then stood up and took her jacket off and I began to stare at those cantaloupe sized breasts sticking proudly from her chest. I saw the nipples poking through her shirt as she sat back down, tits that small didn't really need a bra, I guessed. "Money first," she said and I pulled out my wallet. 

"I want to see what I'm buying," I said as I held my wallet open. She stood up and pulled her shirt off, her tits were so small but incredibly perky as I reached to touch one, "Not until I'm paid," she said and I pulled my hand back. I could feel my cock grow in my pants and readjusted to make it more comfortable to sit. She kicked her shoes off and unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled her pants down and stepped out of them. I could just see the outline of her pussy through her light blue panties. 

She peeled her panties off and I got my first look at this tight body all the way nude and my cock strained to get out, as I handed her the money and she laid it on her clothes and came over and sat next to me. "Clock says 11:30, you've got two hours," she said as I rubbed her tit and pushed my lips to hers and kissed her. Her hand went to my crotch and stroked my hard cock through my jeans and then opened my jeans and fished it out. 

She broke our kiss, "That's awfully big man," she said as she stroked it. "How much fucking have you done?" I asked her. She continued to stroke me, "I've had a few cocks, but none this big. You'll have to go easy," she said and bent over and kissed the head of it. She kissed the head of my cock and then sat up, "Take your clothes off," she said and I stood up and complied. She dropped to her knees and licked the length of it and stroked my balls as she did, and then put the head in her mouth and sucked on it. It had been so long since I'd had sex and my cock began to twitch in her mouth as she sucked it in, and began to move faster and I could feel the tension in my balls and I told her I was going to cum and she sucked harder. 

I spurted my load in her mouth as she swallowed it as fast as she could. She smiled as she pulled her mouth off of me and licked her lips. "Fits my mouth well, " she laughed as she stroked it, making it hard again, "Let's see if my pussy can hold it," and lay on the rug and pulled it to her cute little cunt. She rubbed it over her slit, lubricating it with her juices and them massaged her clit with it before starting to insert it inside of her. 

Her tight, young pussy felt like a molded glove around my cock as I slowly pushed more of it into her. I felt my pubic hair contact hers and held it there, feeling her pussy adjust to it and begin to milk it and I began moving back and forth and dropped my head to her small tits, that almost disappeared with her lying on her back. I sucked her nipples and fucked her tight cunt as I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Her pussy clung to me as I pulled out and rammed it back in and she was soon breathing hard as an orgasm took her breath and then she screamed out. 

Her tight cunt and her orgasm were too much for me and I squirted my cum deep into her as I screamed out. I collapsed on top of her, still sucking her nipple as my cock throbbed, coming down from it's orgasm. I rolled off of her and onto my back and I saw her raise up and lower her head to my crotch and felt her sucking my cock back to life again. 

She got me hard and got on all fours, and slapped her ass, "Ride 'em cowboy!!" she yelled and I mounted her from behind, her pussy still slick from the last fuck and grabbed her hips and held on as I fucked her. I could see she was enjoying this as much as I was as I heard her moaning and felt her bucking back to meet me. I glanced down and saw her tiny tits rocking as I fucked her and the sight caused me to blow again as I clenched her hips and held her tight, squirting another load deep into her. 

I pulled out and ran my cock over her crotch, and poised it at her ass, she pulled away, "Asshole will cost you extra," she said with a smile. "no one's ever had it, will cost you $200 for my asshole." 

I wanted it, but not that bad, besides I didn't have another $200 with me. She took her finger and rubbed my cum into her asshole, teasing me, but she quit when I just sat back, looking disappointed. She had a terrific body, I had to admit that and she sure could fuck and suck. She puckered her asshole at me, trying to persuade me, "Don't have it," I told her and she rolled over and sat on it. She scooped up my cum with her finger as it dripped from her and sucked it off her finger. 'My little innocent counter girl, wasn't very innocent after all,' I thought as I watched her do it again and again. "Time's up, "she said and pointed to the clock. She pulled her panties on and put her pants on and stuffed the $100 in the pocket and pulled her shirt on and sat down and put her shoes on. 

She kissed me, "Anytime baby," and smacked my ass and left. 

That had gone well, and I tried another place next, still looking for the best fuck for $100. At KFC, Ginger was my favorite, nice sized tits, firm ass, brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. I worked on her for a few days and finally, she sat with me as I ate and I nervously popped the question. 

"$100? What would I have to do?" and she looked at me with those green eyes and my cock jumped, "Pleasure me for two hours," I said and a shocked look came on her face as she sat there, staring at me. "Who would know about it?" she asked quietly, "You and me, that's it," I answered her back. She got up and started to walk away and turned and said, "I'll let you know by the time you finish your dinner," and walked in the back. I hoped she wasn't calling the cops as I finished my dinner and as I got up to throw my trash away, I heard the door to the back open and she came out with her purse and put her arm in mine and we walked out together. 

"We'll take your car, so if my husband comes by, he'll think I'm still here," I didn't know she was even fucking married! We got in my apartment door and she kissed me and snaked her tongue into my mouth as her hands worked on my pants and soon had them around my ankles as her hand worked at my shorts until they joined my pants. A moan escaped her lips as she first touched it and I saw a smile on her face as she worked it in her hand. 

She backed up and removed her clothes and I got mine off and we went to my bed and she pushed me down onto it and straddled my face as she took my cock in her mouth and sucked. Her pussy was gorgeous as I licked and sucked it and her mouth felt great around my cock. We ate each other and I was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet juices and that caused her to attack my cock as she sucked it and she moaned as my cum erupted in her mouth and she swallowed it. 

I pushed her off of me and had her remain on all fours as I got behind her and I rubbed my cock against her ass hole and she pushed back engulfing me and spearing herself with my cock. She fucked me hard with her ass and lowered her head to get a better angle and more of me in her. Her ass felt good, but I knew mine wasn't the first cock to be there as she milked me with her ass hole until I shot my load in her bowels and she squealed as I did. I pulled out and lay on my back and she sucked my cock back to life and then climbed on top and guided it to her wet pussy, lowering herself onto it and her tits to my waiting mouth. I sucked her tits as she fucked me, this girl was talented. She raised straight up and I groped her tits as she screamed and came all over my cock, never slowing down.

I began to thrust up to meet her now, all the while piching and squeezing her nipples and shot off all at once and yelled, "GGGGIIIINNGGGEEERRRR!! TAKE IT ALL!!" As my throbbing cock eased, she lowered and kissed me, sliding her tongue into me and rocking her pussy on my deflating cock. She rolled off of me onto her back, "It hasn't been quite two hours, but I need to take a shower before I leave and don't want my husband to get suspicious," she smiled. She gave me a quick kiss and jumped in the shower and I heard her singing as she showered, she seemed so happy. I washed off and got dressed so I could take her back to her car. She looked so good as she walked out nude and I wanted her again, but I knew not to press my luck. 

"Pull over by the dumpster," she said as we entered the parking lot and I did and turned off the lights and the engine. I handed her $150, "An extra $50 for extra good service," I smiled and she rubbed my cock and pulled it out and sucked me right there in the car. Her talented mouth made me cum in no time and she sucked it all in and swallowed it and brought her head up, licking her lips. 

"I was going to do that anyway," she said, "But the extra $50 guaranteed it," and she kissed me and got out. "They were going to cut our electricity off tomorrow, now they won't," and she blew me a kiss as she strode to her car. Ginger was the best of the two, but Nancy's tight body wasn't bad at all. I set my sights on Kim at Arby's next, she was a dark haired beauty, with a tight, tight body and just the slightest of asses. Took me a week to get Kim to sit down with me, but she finally did. 

I popped the question and she stared at me blankly as I ate, "Would sex happen?" she asked innocently, "yes, it would Kim," I answered her back. 

She dropped her head and thought deeply, "I'm still a virgin," she said, not looking me in the eyes. My cock jumped, I'd never had a virgin before and I upped it to $200, considering her condition and she again thought for a long time. Meet me at the EXXON at 10, she told me and went back to work. I went back to the ATM and got the extra money and was at the EXXON a little before 10, she pulled up and said, "I'll follow you," and we headed off to my apartment. 

I could see how nervous she was and I sat next to her on the sofa to try to relax her, "I need the money for a traffic ticket," she said, "My dad can't know I got a ticket, he'd take my car." I pulled her face to mine and I kissed her, slowly circling her lips with my tongue until she let me in and her arms went around me and she kissed me back. I stroked her dark hair as I kissed her and she seemed to relax, and my hand drifted to her chest, where I stroked her tits through her shirt and bra. I heard her breathing get heavy, as her nipple got hard against my hand and she kissed me harder, wanting more. 

I unbuttoned her shirt and rubbed her tops of her tits and slipped my hand under her bra cups and lifted them off of her tits and my cock jumped as I touched her bare tits. She was having trouble breathing now as her breaths got shorter and I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and to the floor and unhooked her bra and it joined it, her tits were gorgeous! I sucked on her firm tits as she jumped and then thrust it back at my mouth, as my hands worked to unbutton her pants and push them off her hips and my hands covered her panty covered crotch. 

She moved her body against my hands as I probed her and then pushed her panties down and rubbed her virgin slit, pausing at her erect clit, and stroking it. She gasped at the feeling of someone else's hands touching her there and I dropped to my knees and breathed in her sexual odor and flicked her pussy with my tongue. Her hands rested on my head, urging me deeper and I sank my tongue into her wet slit. She rocked her hips and pushed her pussy against my tongue as she moaned so sweetly. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom and lay her on the bed, while I stripped my clothes off. I lay two pillows out and moved her ass on top of them, as her legs slowly spread and her virgin slit invited me. 

I licked the length of her slit and fingered her clit as I did and she bucked and screamed and had her first sexual orgasm, her scream was like the sweetest music. I pushed my tongue into her and she thrust her pelvis towards it as she tried to suck it inside with her hot, virgin pussy. Her hands clawed at my hair, she was incapable of controlling her body as a second orgasm caught her and she writhed in pleasure. I ate her for a good half hour, delighting in her movements and screams and moans. 

I moved up between her legs and teased her clit with the head of my cock, as she cooed and wanted more. I had awakened the sexual desire in her and she wanted to be filled and I slowly pushed my cock inside of her. I pushed until I met resistance, and then stopped and looked into her sweet face, "This will hurt, baby," I said as she gave me a look of trust. I thrust all at once and broke her hymen and she screamed as I did, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

I began to fuck her slow, letting her virgin pussy adjust to my cock and then she began to push back, wanting it faster and I obliged. Her breathing became very ragged as she let out with a scream and her virgin pussy clamped down on my cock and I came too, filling her virgin womb with my cum. She thrashed about and I kept up my thrusts to satisfy her, leaning forward to suck on her nipples as I did. My cock slowly deflated and withdrew itself from this wonderful cavity, as I continued to suck on her nipples. I pulled her up on the bed and she almost fell over from the weakness she was experiencing and I wrapped my arms around her to steady her and she pressed her lips to mine and we kissed. Her hand moved to my crotch and she stroked my slippery cock, and stared at it as if she was amazed at what it had done to her. 

I held her, trying to show her comfort and support, knowing that she had just given up something very important to her and wanted her to know how much I appreciated this honor. We talked and she told me how great she felt, having made this decision and how gentle I had been and she appreciated my kindness. 

We kissed and she pushed her tongue into my mouth and stroked my cock and it began to grow again, and I stroked her firm, young tits and played with her nipples and then she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I could tell she had some experience at this, but she was still fairly awkward and gagged herself a couple of times with it. I fingered her pussy as she sucked me and this seemed to spur her on as she sucked more intensely, wanting to please me as much as my taking her virginity had pleased her. Her mouth soon felt very talented as she sucked me and rubbed my balls. 

I rubbed her clit as I finger fucked her and she seemed to explode as she accidentally deep throated me and my cock exploded, gushing hot cum into her mouth. As my cock finished, she ripped her pussy and her mouth from me and ran to the bathroom and spit my cum into the toilet. "I didn't know you were going to cum in my mouth," she said as she washed her face. "I'm sorry, " I said, "I thought you wanted me too." She smiled at me, "It's ok, just don't really like the taste of it," she said as she walked back with the washcloth and rinsed my cock before planting it back in her mouth. 

She sucked on my cock and rubbed my balls and then ever so often she would pause and lick up and down the shaft, wrapping her tongue around it. She moved up next to me and I kissed her again as she stroked my cock, "Fuck me once more and then I have to go," she asked. I placed her on all fours and pushed her head down as I poised at her almost virgin cunt.

For a split second, I considered trying her ass, but one virgin hole was enough for her first night and I slid into her and grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock fully. She let out a large moan as I did and I began to feel her pussy milking my cock, as she exercised her new found vaginal muscles. Her pussy felt so good as I fucked her and it didn't take long before we both came at once and I jerked and shot my load into her, relishing the feel of her tender ass against my hands. 

I didn't want it to end, as I left my cock in her, feeling the sensations of her hot pussy milking my cock for it's last drops. She jumped in the shower to clean up and I slowly dressed, almost not wanting to, but I knew she had to go. 

She was all smiles as she walked in, giving me a kiss before she dressed. I put the $200 in her hand and she almost didn't take it, but I told her it was worth ten times that and she kissed me again and left. The next time I saw Kim, she ran up and gave me a big hug and joked to everyone that I was her boyfriend. She whispered that she had paid her ticket and had money left over and she kissed me and went back to work. 

Of all the women I fucked or will fuck, Kim holds a special place in my heart. She has been my only virgin and I actually fell in love with her, but she was too young for me and I knew it, so I just relive the memory of that night. The other girls were good too, but Kim gave the best service of any of the fast food girls.