1 comments/ 41778 views/ 8 favorites A Bowl of Cherries By: Slutterfly Molly slammed the door behind her, disgusted. Another Friday night wasted at the office. She had called Richard for to cancel their date for the third week in a row. Sometimes she regretted putting her career ahead of her personal life, but too many people depended on her at work, and she depended on this job to pay for her Manhattan apartment, car, and other bills, which she could barely afford even with her executive salary. It was way past dinnertime and she was hungry, and horny, and sleepy all at once. This would have been their third date and Molly was yearning for some intimacy. With Richard's schedule at the hospital it might be another week or two before they could get together. Molly went to the kitchen to see what she could find, which wasn't much since she rarely had time to go shopping. A tossed salad would have been nice, but the lettuce was wilted, and had to be tossed. Nothing quick to prepare in the freezer either - she had taken her last frozen dinner into work today, which ironically she didn't even have time to eat. The only things left were a can of whipped cream and some cherries, which she was going to use to turn herself into a dessert for Richard. The whipped cream would keep, but the cherries were almost a week old already. Cherries sometimes gave Molly strange dreams, but a girl's gotta eat, so she took them into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Molly turned on the TV and flipped through the channels three times before she found something interesting. She didn't even know why she paid for cable anymore, not having watched anything this month. 9 1/2 weeks was on one of the movie channels. She had seen it before but it was one of her favorites. During a slow scene she got up and opened the bottle of wine that she had been saving for her date. She had to have sex tonight, even if it was with herself. Although Molly was not in the same league as Kim Basinger, she identified with the character of Elizabeth. Before she made VP at the bank, her blonde hair was halfway down her back, but she had to shorten it to shoulder length to keep it manageable. As she watched, she twisted it between her fingers. This is not to mean that she wasn't attractive. Quite the contrary; men often stared at her in restaurants, which was frequently since she couldn't remember when she had a home-cooked meal. Molly had a game she played with them - whenever she noticed someone ogling her out of the corner of her eye, she would turn towards him and look right back. In fact, that is how she met Richard - he was one of the very few that didn't quickly glance away. Molly also fancied herself an art lover, attending gallery openings and visiting museums. Well, before her schedule got so busy. She also had similar breasts, in size and shape. After a few minutes of rubbing herself through her panties, Molly pulled them aside, then took them off because they were getting in the way. Molly was glad she wore a skirt today, so she could more convincingly play the role of Elizabeth masturbating to the slide show. She could have came right there, but she wanted to save it for the kitchen scene. That's when Molly finished the last of the cherries, her eyes closed to pretend being blindfolded as she increased her pace. The doorbell rang, then twice more. Molly awoke unsatisfied; the alcohol and sheer exhaustion had robbed her of her climax. She looked groggily at her watch, 11:03 - who could it be at this hour? She was almost to the door when she remembered what she had been doing, and ran back to kick her panties under the couch. Molly was pleasantly surprised to see Richard staring back at her through the peephole. Even though Richard was ruggedly handsome with a great ass, Molly thought that his eyes were his best feature. She could spend hours watching them sparkle and dance, if only she could spare the time. As soon as she opened the door, Richard reached around her head and pulled them together. He breathed her scent in deeply. Molly hoped that she smelled better than she felt. Although she wasn't as tired due to her nap, she did have a whole bottle of wine and hoped that Richard didn't notice. Richard then began softly kissing Molly's neck, moving down towards her chest. It was fine with Molly if things progressed quickly, even though they had not been together before, but she secretly hoped that he would nibble her ear - maybe even slip his tongue in. Perhaps sensing Molly's desires, Richard reversed course, working his way back up, then pulling on her earlobe with his tender lips. After a few encouraging moans from Molly, he worked his tongue inside, which instantly aroused her. Molly grabbed Richard's head with both hands and pressed their lips together. She was not usually the aggressor but she thrust her tongue between his lips, fucking his mouth. Molly tilted her head to the side so she could cover Richard's lips with her own, then continued her assault for several minutes. After Molly stopped to catch her breath, Richard asked her if she would like to drive down to Atlantic City. He too was frustrated that they had to miss their special night, and thought that they could still find plenty to do even at this late hour. Molly quickly agreed, volunteering to drive despite still being a bit tipsy. She wanted to let loose tonight; besides, her convertible would get them there sooner than Richard's luxury sedan. It was a warm night so they put the top down. After navigating through the relatively light late-night city traffic Molly got on the New Jersey turnpike. Richard mentioned going to a 24-hour sushi bar at one of the casinos, then playing some craps or blackjack, but Molly had only one thing on her mind, and he had given her a naughty thought. "Go down on me," she said with a wicked smile on her face. Richard looked at Molly, not sure he had heard her right, with all the wind noise. "What?" "Eat me out," she yelled to be sure he got the message. Richard glanced down at Molly's lap and started to object. "I'm not sure it's safe; I'm not sure it's even possible." "C'mon, don't be a pussy. Besides, you were the one who wanted sushi." Richard wanted sex as much as Molly, maybe even more. As a surgeon, his hours were long and unpredictable, and he often got called in for emergencies during the little free time he had. "Hold the wheel," Molly asked while on a straight stretch of the road. When she made the suggestion she remembered all of the movie scenes with oral sex in a car, and thought it would be hot. None of them had a woman in the driver's seat, though. Maybe Richard was right, but she was too horny not to give it her best try. After hiking up her skirt to her chest, Molly moved the seat to the rear and reclined the back a little. She then slid about halfway forward to provide better access. However, even after spreading her legs there would be no way for Richard to get his head between them. In desperation she had a stroke of genius. Molly grabbed her left ankle and lifted her leg over the wheel, resting it on the dashboard. As Richard gave control back to Molly and tried to move into position, he kept hitting his head on the steering wheel. She tilted it up and out of the way to give him some more room. Even with all the gymnastics, Richard could barely reach Molly's clit with the tip of his tongue. Molly still had to concentrate on driving, but it had been so long since she had oral that she caught herself weaving slightly and made sure to pay at least some attention to what was going on outside the car. "Fuck, Yeah!" Molly shouted into the night as the wind blew through her hair; her right hand on Richard's head, steering with the left. Richard had one hand on Molly's armrest and the other braced on the center console, arching his body over the shifter. They were playing a kinky and dangerous game of Twister, which heightened Molly's excitement. She shoved his head down as far as it would go. "Suck my clit, bitch." Richard tried to speak, but she couldn't make out a word. Anyway, it didn't matter since she was almost there. A few more slurps and Molly began to come. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open and focused on the road. It was a strange thing to notice, but her spasms were timed perfectly with the center line. If only her orgasm would stretch on forever like the highway. After she regained her composure, Richard returned to his seat and held the wheel again so she could adjust everything to where it was. Shifting herself backwards, Molly felt her juices and Richard's spit on her legs. "Shit!" "What's wrong?" "Shit! Shit! Shit! This is a lease, the seat is ruined. Fuck!" Molly turned on the map light. As she looked down to survey the damage, she swerved towards the median and clipped two reflector posts before coming to a stop on the shoulder, her heart beating 90 miles an hour. The check engine warning began chiming. Molly turned the car off and the alarm wouldn't stop. She turned to ask Richard what to do, but he was gone. She looked back at the dashboard and it was gone, too. Molly suddenly jumped up. She wasn't in her convertible, she was still on the couch. And that noise wasn't the car, it was her doorbell. Molly looked at her watch - 11:03. Was it a coincidence... or a sign? "Be right there," she shouted, rushing to the door. Molly looked back at her leather sofa - not only did she have to hide her panties, but she had left a large puddle on the center cushion. That would be expensive to replace, but at least it wasn't the car seat. She covered it with a throw pillow first, then decided to flip it over, in case her visitor was Richard and he wanted to come in. It was indeed Richard. He wasn't even inside the door before he began angling for a kiss. Putting a finger on his chin, Molly asked "Do you want to go for a drive?" as she reached for her keys. A Bowl of Cherries Ch. 02 "Have you been drinking?" Richard asked, smelling the wine on Molly's breath. "Well, maybe a little," she lied. Then, noticing Richard staring over her shoulder to where the empty wine bottle was laying on its side on the end table, she admitted "well, maybe a lot." Richard grabbed the keys from Molly's hand and offered to drive. She was able to convince him to take her car. As they get on the New Jersey turnpike towards Atlantic City she tells Richard about her dream, sparing no details. He is obviously very turned as Molly has to remind him more than once to keep his eyes on the road. After about half an hour Molly has to pee. Just as they are about to get off the turnpike to find a place they come to a service plaza. It looks like the place is deserted, but the lights are on so they pull in. The restroom reminded Molly of the ones at the campground her family used to go to on vacation. One year they took her cousin Susie along, who was a couple years older than Molly. Susie had taught her a rhyme which she had all but forgotten about until now. Still being a bit buzzed, she recited it out loud as she cleaned up, the cinderblock walls returning a flat echo: "Always wipe front to back, Never back to front. Love and kisses, Your Cunt." Molly was nine years old at the time and didn't know what the C-word meant, so after they got back she asked her mother, who slapped Molly silly and made her stay in her tent the rest of the trip. When Molly approached her car, Richard was in the passenger seat. They had not been on the road for long, so she didn't think that he would want her to drive yet. As she got closer, she noticed that he had taken his shirt off. Richard's chest was muscular and hairy, but not overly so. She reached for the door handle and saw Richard's shirt on the driver's seat, which was positioned exactly as she had described it in her dream (moved to the rear, reclined halfway back). Molly's knees became weak and she had to grab onto the side of the car to keep herself from toppling over. "I've been thinking about what you told me," Richard said in a low voice. "Do you still want to have your pussy licked?" Molly glanced around the parking lot, they were still alone. Luckily, Richard had parked on the backside of the building, far from any lighting. He must have planned this all along. Speechless, she nodded and got into the car. Richard leaned over and gave her a kiss, while untucking and slipping a hand under her blouse in one motion. She didn't have time to put a bra on this morning, but that turned out to be fortuitous. Richard stuck his tongue in Molly's mouth as he caressed her left breast. He could see her eyes widen as he rubbed his thumb across her nipple, which was already hard. Molly's breaths were shallow and ragged. The fear of death in her dream was replaced by the fear of being seen or arrested, which was almost as arousing. Sensing her readiness, Richard placed his hand between Molly's legs, lifting her skirt and feeling his way down to her wetness. Molly slid down in her seat and whispered "I'm ready" into Richard's ear. Molly placed her left leg onto the dashboard and directed Richard into the same position as in her dream. It was eerie how everything was placed just right, as if she had done this before. Richard was indeed able to barely reach Molly's clit with the tip of his tongue, and gave it his best. If Molly had not already climaxed in her dream she definitely would have came by now, but since they weren't actually driving she wanted to make things more comfortable for both of them. Molly angled herself towards Richard and moved her left leg from the dashboard to the top of the steering wheel, then swung her other leg over the console and rested her foot on the passenger seat (after lifting Richard's chin out of the way with her finger, of course). Richard got back to work by licking the seam where Molly's leg met her crotch, and made his way across her mound with gentle strokes. This was certainly arousing, and she was happy that Richard was taking his time instead of rushing things along, but she needed to feel his tongue inside her. Molly was ready to grab Richard's head and bury it in her snatch when he parted her lips and began licking her clit. She gasped audibly and threw her head back. Richard definitely knew what he was doing, she could just lay back and enjoy herself instead of having to coach him through it. As Molly's favorite song blared from the radio, Richard's tongue played her groove like a phonograph. Her mind went blank as she lost herself in the moment; her thoughts replaced by hissing and pops. Richard took a few minutes to tongue her opening and sucked Molly's petals between his lips before returning to her clit for the grand finale. Molly felt her pulse quicken and before she knew it she came, sounding the horn twice with her knee as her body jerked. Then, giggling uncontrollably, she laid on the horn as her climax subsided. Richard grabbed Molly and told her to be quiet. They peeked back over the seats and waited a few minutes before continuing. Someone came to the window of the gas station, but never left the building. Without speaking, Molly motioned for Richard to get out of the car and she moved over to the passenger side. She thought briefly about grabbing a condom from her purse but didn't want to spoil the mood. Besides, she had just finished her period. Molly slid the passenger seat back, reclined it almost all the way, and wrapped her arms around the headrest. Richard took the hint and knelt behind her. As he entered her he reached underneath Molly to rub her clit. Since she already had her fun, she took his hand and placed it on her waist, so Richard could have his way with her. Richard grabbed both of her hips and began jackhammering. Molly's tits slapped the seatback and her lower chest in rhythm with his thrusts. After several minutes, Richard suddenly stopped and unloaded into Molly with a grunt. Molly grabbed Richard's shirt and held it between her legs as she exited the car. "Sorry, honey," she apologized, tossing it to Richard so he could wipe off as well. As she went back to the restroom to clean up the clerk was staring at her, but she didn't care. On the way out she picked up a souvenir "Garden State" t-shirt for Richard, and gave him a big smile as she paid. As she gets back in the car Molly sees a wet spot on the passenger seat but fuck it, she'll get it cleaned later. She can't be the first person to get cum on leather seats. When they get off the turnpike Molly asks Richard which casino has the 24-hour sushi bar. He is obviously confused, as this was part of Molly's dream. They reach the hotel and split a burger and fries from room service before crashing. As she plummeted into sleep, Molly made a mental note to pick up more cherries. A Bowl of Cherries Ch. 03 Of course, now that they had finally been together, Richard is unavailable again (at a physician's conference in San Diego). To drown her sorrows Molly orders a large jar of sake with her sushi combo. Although she is a bit wobbly as she gets up she decides to walk home instead of taking a cab. Still depressed, she walks into an Irish pub, hoping that a nightcap will improve her mood. A Guinness and a Bailey's on top of the sake wasn't the most brilliant idea, since they probably didn't mix well, but they did have the effect of making her positively tipsy. Stumbling into the street, Molly almost dives off the curb in front of a taxi (wouldn't that be ironic?) Luckily she is able to grab onto a signpost and twirls around it a few times, laughing in the face of death. Molly should probably know better, but a couple blocks later she passes, or rather doesn't pass, a sports bar - reasoning that she should rest her feet since she was wearing heels. She was way overdressed for the place and when she walked in all eyes were on her. Molly's first stop was the restroom where she also paused to adjust her dress and maximize her cleavage. Taking a seat at the corner of the bar, she ordered a pitcher of whatever domestic swill was on special. Pretending to watch hockey on the big screen, Molly played her little game (looking back at the men who inevitably stared at her). Even though she was dating Richard exclusively she could still have a little harmless fun. Every time she would glance back they would turn away like they had been slapped in the face. At least two of them caught shit from their wives/girlfriends over it. Men today are such pussies, Molly thought. A beautiful single woman sits alone at a bar and no one hits on her. So Molly turned up the heat, twisting her barstool sideways with her legs crossed she kicked in time with the music, her left shoe dangling from her toes. Until it went flying and she had to awkwardly snatch it out of the air, almost knocking her pitcher over in the process. Embarrassed, Molly quickly pays her tab and heads for home, until she comes to the French restaurant on her block and convinces herself that she needs a glass of Cabernet to complete her pub crawl. Finally arriving at her apartment, it must have taken Molly five minutes to find her keys in her purse and get the door open. She couldn't remember ever being this drunk, but still feeling sorry for herself, she made a Manhattan (with extra cherries, of course). Sitting on the couch she thought about Richard and their encounter in the car, and the dream that started it all, right here on this couch. Taking another sip of her drink, Molly ran her hands over her breasts and sighed. Preparing for what was to come, she flipped the ruined side of the middle cushion back up and grabbed a towel from the kitchen to lay on. She had cleaned it the best she could but it would need to be replaced eventually. Molly kicked off her heels and peeled off her short black dress. Molly usually fantasized about her current lover or some movie star when she played with herself, but even though they fucked, Molly had not even seen Richard's cock yet. Besides, she was too intoxicated to think clearly, so she decides to just enjoy herself tonight. Molly began by stroking her hair and caressing her face and neck. Then she gently ran her fingertips up the inside of her outstretched left arm. Skipping over her breasts for now Molly slid her palm down her stomach and swirled her index finger around her belly button. Continuing onward but wanting to save the best parts for last, Molly raised her leg and stroked her inner thigh with the backs of her fingers. Having had made herself wait long enough, Molly cupped her breasts with her hands, flicking her nipples with her thumbs until they stiffened. She took the left one into her mouth, which she always seemed to favor. Was it possible to be left-breasted? She giggled at the thought. Releasing her nipple from between her teeth she stuck her thumb in instead and sucked on it. Oh, yeah - she was getting some tonight. Molly moved her hands to her crotch and spread herself open. When she stuck her fingers inside she was reminded by a sharp pain that she had French tips put on the day before, so she would have to "think outside the box." Being careful, Molly lubricated her fingers and alternated between sliding them over the tip of her clit and pressing down on it and rubbing in circles. Occasionally she would tug on her inner lips and tentatively finger herself. After what seems like forever, Molly stops. Her pussy feels numb - that had never happened before. Reaching over to the end table for her drink she accidentally dips her fingers into the glass. Taking a gulp, her juices combine with the bourbon and cherries to make the perfect Manhattan. Returning to work, the alcohol stings briefly. Molly realizes that she literally and figuratively has "whiskey clit." Thinking she may be dreaming, Molly glances at her watch - it is indeed 11:03, just as it was the last time. Trying to get things started again, she begins slapping her pussy. "Wake up, kitty" Still nothing, then harder. "Bad kitty!" Returning to her clit, Molly realizes that in addition to the loss of sensation she has gone completely dry. That is also a first for her. Checking her watch again, it was difficult for her to tell the time as all the alcohol she drank continued to enter her bloodstream. With some concentrated squinting she was able to determine that it was 11:07 - so this wasn't a dream after all. Also, that would mean that she had been going at it for over an hour. She was going to need some assistance if she was going to finish. Struggling to stand upright, the room spinning wildly, Molly resorts to crawling to her bedroom. Just climbing into bed felt like a major accomplishment. Reaching into her nightstand she grabbed her favorite toy and some lube (it was two months expired, but she was too drunk to care). Applying the buzzer to her clit, Molly realizes that even this is only vaguely pleasurable and pointless, like a Sunday drive. She inserts the vibrator and closes her eyes until the battery runs out. Finally admitting defeat, Molly passes out face-down in her pillow. A Bowl of Cherries Ch. 04 When Richard stepped into Molly's office he could tell that she had been crying. "What's wrong, honey?" "I... I had to fire my best employee today." "Why? What happened?" "He was viewing porn on his computer and the company snitch reported him. He said that one of his friends sent him an email and he didn't know the picture was there until he opened it." "That doesn't sound so bad. Did you believe him?" "It doesn't matter, there is a zero tolerance policy. I had to do it." "That sounds pretty stupid." "It is - something like this was bound to happen eventually. Nick was such a great guy, before I was promoted we used to eat lunch together all the time. I miss him already." "It must be especially tough to have to do that to a friend." "I hate that ugly fucking cunt who turned him in. She's always out to cause trouble." "You never told me you had a temper," Richard jested. "But I've never had to manage anyone so I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through." "It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I know it wasn't his fault but I got so mad at him for letting this happen. I was actually yelling at him when he left." "You can't blame yourself, Molly." "I know, but what makes me feel even worse is that having that kind of power over him turned me on. I wanted to make him beg me to keep his job. But there's a policy against that, too." Richard glanced at the clock on Molly's desk. "I can understand if you want to cancel our dinner reservation." "I guess we could just grab some take out on the way home. Chinese?" While Richard called the restaurant Molly paced around her office and pulled the blind on her door as Richard began to get up. "Not so fast", she commanded, keeping Richard in his chair with a hand on his shoulder. "Take off your tie." Richard complied and handed it to Molly, who blindfolded him with it as she whispered "play along" in his ear. "If you want to continue to work here, you have to do as I say." "Yes, Ma'am." "Call me 'boss.'" "Do you know why you're in trouble?" "I was looking at porn at work, boss." "That's better. How often do you do that?" Richard raised his hand. "This was the first time, I swear." "Don't lie to me." Molly grabbed Richard's fingers and squeezed as hard as she could. "I know all about perverts like you. What were you watching?" "I don't know," Richard honestly replied. "Don't tell me you don't know. It was a naked woman sucking on her shoe. Does that ring a bell?" "Uhh... I think it's coming back to me." "That is so degrading to women. Does that type of thing get you horny?" "No, not at all." Molly grabbed Richard's crotch. He was rock hard. "Fucking liar! You do like it." "Please don't fire me. I'll do whatever you want." Molly took off her shoes and pressed the tip of her heel to Richard's lips. "Open your mouth." Richard figured out what was happening and resisted, as the thought of a dirty shoe in his mouth did not appeal to him. Molly applied pressure and forced it between his teeth. "Now suck it. Suck it like it's your job - because it is." Richard mumbles something that Molly doesn't understand. "I didn't ask you to speak, I asked you to suck," she yelled, thrusting the black pump in and out of his mouth. "Get it nice and clean." Richard gave in, grabbed the shoe, and made slurping noises as he took it in all the way up to the sole. "Oh yeah, right there," Molly moaned as Richard licked the tip of the heel. Molly reached underneath her skirt and fingered herself while Richard continued working on her shoe. "That's enough." Molly replaced the heel with her wet fingers. "I think this is what you really want." Richard nodded as he licked them clean. "There's more where that came from. Kneel." Richard got up and knelt in front of Molly, who placed her left foot on the chair. Still blindfolded, he found his way to her pussy by scent. Molly grabbed Richard's hair. "Now show me how badly you want to work here." "You're the boss." Richard could tell that Molly was enjoying this, as her cum dripped onto his face even before he started. She was so slippery that his tongue glided effortlessly from her clit to her lips to her pussy. Molly continued with the role-playing, taunting Richard even though he was doing an excellent job. "Who taught you how to eat pussy, your mommy?" Richard redoubled his efforts, flicking Molly's clit with his tongue. Molly squeezed his head between her thighs as she came. Then she removed the tie from Richard's eyes and wiped her juices from his face with it. "Hey that was my favorite tie." Molly removed her top and skirt and loosely tied it around her neck. "Now it's mine." Molly cleared her desk with a sweep of her arm. "Do you want to fuck me? Let's see if you're man enough to fuck me." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a ruler, and ran her fingers up to the eight inch mark. "You have to be at least this big to ride." Molly undid Richard's zipper and released his cock to measure it. She stood up and tousled his hair like a child at an amusement park. "Too bad, maybe next year." Richard looked so pissed that Molly realized that she had geniuinely hurt his feelings, and conceded a bit. "All right, but you're not allowed to come." Molly sat on the edge of her desk, and stopped Richard as he attempted to penetrate her. "Don't you believe in foreplay? Suck on my tits." Richard did as he was told. He still didn't seem happy as Molly looked down at him. "OK, it's time to earn your paycheck." Molly leaned back on the desk and Richard entered her, still fully clothed. He was rough but she didn't complain because of what she put him through. Molly closed her eyes and rubbed her clit, imagining that it was Nick fucking her. This got her off, and as her contractions subsided Molly noticed that Richard had stopped. She saw the look on his face as she opened her eyes and yelled "No!" But it is too late, her climax had triggered his own. Richard dribbled some cum on Molly's belly as he pulled out. "What did I fucking tell you?" "I... I couldn't help it!" "Lick it off." Molly saw that the fire was back in Richard's eyes. Maybe she had gone too far. "Never mind. Get dressed and get the fuck out, you're still fired." Feeling a little better, Molly put her clothes back on and quickly checked her email before she met Richard by the elevators. The next day, Molly decides to make things up to Richard. He had been silent as they ate their Singapore rice noodles, even though she apologized for the what she said to him and he said he understood it was just a game. After work, Molly finds her slutty nurse costume from last Halloween. Richard doesn't get off until eight so Molly has some time to herself, and sits in her comfy chair with a magazine. Catching herself nodding off because none of the articles are very interesting, Molly decides to get going and pick up a coffee on the way. She puts on her full-length fur coat to cover up. Good thing it is chilly enough outside to wear it. Molly arrives at the hospital a few minutes early and asks the receptionist to page Richard. Molly begins to sweat, the vinyl sticking to her skin. Richard finally shows up and greets Molly with a hug and passionate kiss. Turning so that Richard's back is to the wall, Molly opens her coat and asks Richard if he needs any assistance. His eyes widen. "Come with me." They duck into one of the examination rooms and Richard locks the door. "Get up." Molly hops onto the exam table while Richard raises the stirrups. "What seems to be the problem?" Molly points to her crotch. "I have strange feelings down there." "Let's take a look." Molly put her feet into the stirrups, revealing her bare pussy. "Oh, my." "What's wrong, doctor?" "This is very serious. I'm glad you came when you did." Molly winked at Richard. "But, doctor, I haven't come yet." Richard puts his hands on Molly's thighs and slides them down to her pussy so he can spread her open with his thumbs. "Just as I thought. We better get you prepped for surgery." "What?" "If you don't get fucked very soon you could die." "Oh, I see." Richard tells Molly to wait and leaves the room. Molly lowers her legs and kicks her feet. She hopes that this will erase any hard feelings that Richard had from last night. Richard returns with a gurney. Molly lays on it and Richard makes sure her costume is covered by the sheet. "Where are we going?" "To the OR - I can't perform surgery here, silly." "Are you sure we're allowed in there?" "I pulled a few strings." On her back Molly can't really tell where they were going but they eventually make it to an operating room. Molly slides from the gurney to the operating table. Richard places an anesthesia mask over her face. "Wait, what are you doing?" "Don't worry, play along," Richard whispers in her ear. Molly hears Richard walking behind her, then a door opening. Suddenly, Richard reappears, along with three others in masks and gowns. She tries to jump off the table but she can't move. Richard sees the fear in Molly's eyes as he picks up a scalpel. "Relax, honey. I could do whatever I want to you. Nobody knows we're here. Good thing I like you and want to see you in one piece." Putting the scalpel back down, he continues, "but these guys, well, they might just split you in half." Molly was horrified. She didn't really even know Richard that well. They had been going out for a while but they were both so busy that their relationship was little more than random sex. How did she let herself get into this? "Buckle up, because it's going to be a wild ride. Oh, and I only gave you a muscle relaxant, so you'll remain conscious and be able to feel everything." Molly's focus switches back to the other doctors, who had removed their gowns. They were all absurdly hung, almost cartoonish. Two were black. Richard asks "Who wants to go first?" All three raise their hands. "No surprise there. We'll go in order from smallest to largest." Well, smallest was a relative term, but one of the men steps to the table and pulls Molly to the edge, the same position that she was in on her desk. She wonders if this is intentional. As the masked doctor enters her Molly tries to scream but nothing comes out. It was so painful she feels like a virgin again. Every thrust is pure agony. All the while, Richard teases Molly, saying things like "How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?" and "Forget your ruler? I think you're gonna need a yardstick for the next guy." Molly watches the seconds tick by on the wall clock and waits for the assault to end until the doctor explodes inside her and high-fives Richard. "That was real nice - I owe you one." The next man was indeed larger. This must be what it is like to go through childbirth, only in reverse, Molly imagines. She begins to cry, not only because she doesn't know what is going to happen to her when they were done, but because it actually felt good. This made her sick to her stomach, and she had to keep herself from puking inside the mask and choking on her own vomit. Unlike the first one, this doctor doesn't try to finish right away, and Molly keeps getting more and more aroused. Unable to avoid climax, she comes. It was an odd experience due to the muscle relaxant, there are none of the usual spasms or thrashing around, just the sensations in her genitals. Still, she is ashamed for having an orgasm at all while being raped. As the last doctor moves in to take his turn, Molly feels like she is going to pass out; it is difficult to breathe. An alarm attracts Richard's attention. "She's having a heart attack." "Seriously?" asks Molly's final assailant as he attempts to mount her. "Get off!" Richard orders, pushing the anonymous doctor aside. "Shit." "This looks bad, real bad. Her heart rhythm's all over the place. Get the paddles." The men who only moments before had been raping Molly now turned to her aid. Her vision fading, she can barely see one of them standing over her as Richard yelled "Clear!" Her back arches in response to the shock but it doesn't seem to work. In fact, she can no longer feel her heart beating at all. They try several more times, becoming more panicked and cursing at each other as time passes. Molly hears the monitor begin to whine and thinks "that's not good," a very understated reaction. Everything starts to go dark around her. After several minutes without a pulse, Richard announces "Time of death, 11:03." Molly pitches forward in her chair, panting and sweaty. Although she is grateful to be alive, she regrets having that cherry danish for breakfast. A Bowl of Cherries Ch. 05 Molly began her morning ritual as she waited for her alarm to go off, her eyes still shut. She ran her hands up her thighs and over her flat stomach to her breasts. She was always surprised she wasn't a lesbian as barely a day went by when she could keep her hands off herself. Strangely, her breasts felt rough and jagged. Before she could contemplate what that meant, a noise distracted her. Maybe it was just Richard getting ready for work. Molly thought for a moment before remembering that Richard had not been over the night before. She opened her eyes and saw a squirrel on her dresser, knocking over her cosmetics. When she sat up in bed, her movements attracted the squirrel's attention. It stared straight at her, but not in the face. In fact, it seemed as if it was ogling her tits. Molly instinctively looked down at her breasts and saw that they had been replaced with pine cones. Suddenly, the squirrel leapt from the dresser to the bed and chattered as it began chewing on her tits. Molly screamed and tried to cover up with the sheet, slapping at the squirrel in a futile attempt to release it from her prickly globes as her alarm began to sound. The squirrel became transparent and eventually disappeared as Molly realized that she had been dreaming. She confirmed that her breasts had returned to normal as well. Not all of her dreams were this strange, but she could have done without the second piece of cherry pie the night before. It was Saturday and Molly had to do her Christmas shopping. Getting something for Richard was going to be difficult. After picking out gifts for her family and friends she still had not found anything that expressed how she felt. She did see some clothes that would look nice on him, but Richard already dressed very stylishly, and some more shirts and trousers seemed impersonal. On the other hand, they had only been going out for a few months, so it seemed too soon to go all-out on an extravagant gift like an expensive watch. Strolling through the holiday department, Molly saw a tree decorated with pine cones instead of ornaments. Removing two and holding them to her chest, they were about the right size. She picked up a bag of them and on the way out she grabbed a large red bow. Back at her apartment, Molly undressed and tried to figure out what to do with the pine cones. When she taped them to her breasts, they wouldn't stay on and they looked unnatural. She wanted to substitute the pine cones for her breasts, as in her dream, but that wasn't possible. Well, maybe it was but she didn't want to go that far. Molly thought some more and remembered the time she wore a coconut bra at a luau. Maybe something like that could work. She went to the kitchen and started cutting the pine cones with her biggest knife, being careful not to chop off her fingers. She ruined the first few but eventually she had two that looked OK. They weren't perfect, but they completely covered her breasts and the tips pointed slightly upward. After taping them in place Molly tied the bow around her hips and dug her phone out of her purse. She set the camera timer, balanced it on the counter, and used the bare kitchen wall as a backdrop. It took several takes to get it right, but when she was happy with the result she cropped the picture from her shoulders to her knees. "Halfway done," Molly thought as she removed the itchy things from her chest. Then she called the hair salon across the street, luckily they could fit her in tomorrow. It wasn't her usual place but it was close, which was best for what she had in mind. Finally she sent the picture to Richard with a message: Cum discover the true meaning of Christmas My place 5PM tomorrow Don't be early Don't be late The next day Molly spent a couple hours in the chair having her hair cut and styled into glittering golden spikes of varying lengths. Thankfully the wind was calm when she left. Molly had already painted her nails green, when she got back she did her lips in a matching color. Taking a last look in the mirror, Molly grabbed her phone and took a few pictures of her hairdo for posterity. The stylist had done an excellent job, she looked like something out of a Lady Gaga video. She would have to get her hair trimmed short since there wasn't much else she could do with it the way it was cut, she hoped that Richard wouldn't mind. Molly made her final preparations in the living room. After stripping, she taped the pinecones on and fastened the bow again. Molly became the Christmas tree that she didn't have time to put up as she wrapped the tree skirt around her feet in the center of the living room. She stood with her legs together, bent slightly at the knees and waist, and put her hands on her hips with a few minutes to spare. After realizing that she had locked her apartment door behind her she quickly unlocked it and got back into place again just before her doorbell rang. "It's open." It was Richard, wearing a Santa suit. "Ho, ho... oh," he said as he saw Molly and dropped his sack on the floor. "What's the matter, Santa - you've never seen a Christmas tree come to life?" "Not one as pretty as you." Molly noticed that Richard was staring at her stomach and became self-conscious. Had she gotten some lipstick or nail polish on herself? "The small mole above your navel. That was you in the picture? I thought it was a Warhol or something. And your hairstyle is amazing." Molly blushed at the compliments. Richard continued, "You're very creative for a banker. Now why don't you come sit on Santa's lap?" He sat on the couch and slapped his leg. Molly stepped out of the tree skirt and straddled Richard, her arms wrapped around his neck. "So, what do you want for Christmas, little girl?" Molly thought for a minute, biting her lip. She could probably use a new couch since the flipside of the cushion they were sitting on was still covered with her cum, but Richard probably wanted her to be less practical. She placed a hand on Richard's crotch. "I'm not picky, I'll take whatever's in your sack." It was Richard's turn to blush. "Have you ever seen the North Pole?" Molly giggled. "What would Mrs. Clause say about that?" "She gave me the boot a couple years ago." "I'm sorry to hear that. You must be very lonely, unless you have an elf fetish." Richard chuckled and gave Molly a kiss. She pulled the beard down since it got in the way and it was kind of creepy to be making out with Santa. It looked like Richard hadn't shaved for a couple days so there was some stubble that grazed Molly's cheeks as they kissed. Richard reached into his bag. "Would you like a candy cane?" He had already stuck it in her mouth before Molly realized that it was plastic. Richard twisted the handle and it began to vibrate; it also chimed "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." Molly sucked it like a cock as Richard thrust it in and out of her mouth. After it was coated with her spit, he asked "Would you like to have your stocking stuffed?" She nodded and after a couple of misses because the bow obstructed his vision he managed to pop it into her cunt. Molly leaned back as she felt the toy inside her. As Richard fucked her with it the song became louder and softer, louder and softer, causing them both to laugh. Richard put his mouth to Molly's pine cone tits and kissed and sucked them. Although she could not feel his tongue, Molly moaned anyway to keep up the illusion. She pressed her breasts together and wondered what it would feel like if Richard tittyfucked her (probably not pleasant, so she kept her thoughts to herself). "I got you something else," said Richard as he retrieved a bottle of peppermint flavored lube from the pocket of his Santa suit. "I'm already so wet I don't think I'll need it." "Oh, I think you will. Bad girls take it in the ass, and you've been very naughty this year." Richard put his hands on Molly's hips, moved her so that she was laying face-down across his lap, and began spanking her. "I'll be good next year, I promise." "I don't want you to be good, I want you to be even dirtier." Molly's firm ass made a nice sharp sound with every strike as Richard continued to slap it. She began to squirm as her bottom turned red and her clit brushed against his knee. Molly humped Richard's leg like a horny dog and with the candy cane lodged in her pussy she quickly came. She grabbed Richard through his pants. "Is this package for me, too, Santa?" He undid his fly and Molly put some lube on the head of his cock. The peppermint made her lips tingle as she began to suck. She wiped off the rest of the lube on her pussy and her clit twitched with excitement. Molly used her tongue while she continued to blow Richard, tracing the vein. She could feel his dick swell inside her mouth. Richard lifted Molly's hand from his thigh when it was time to proceed. Molly knelt on the floor, resting her wrists on the couch while he lubed up his cock. Then she felt a slight, pleasant burn as he lubricated her asshole. There was quite a bit of resistance as he started but Richard was gentle (as gentle as you can be when you're trying to fuck someone in the ass). Finally the head of his cock made it inside. He started slowly until the lube took full effect. With the candy cane still hanging from her cunt, Richard drilled Molly's ass, the bells on his coat jingling. Molly looked back between her legs to get a better view while she adjusted the vibrator. Pausing to enjoy the action, the pine cone flew off her right breast and hit her in the face. Her hair was probably a mess already, but it had been worth it. Richard quickened his pace and Molly rubbed her clit, bringing herself to orgasm right before he came inside her. Her contractions forced the candy cane from her pussy - it probably just fell out but Molly imagined that it shot across the room. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Richard shouted as Molly thought "Best. Christmas. Ever."