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                         The Wilkerson Institute
                                 by rlfj

Copyright© 2002 by rlfj


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Description: A businessman makes a new kind of purchase, at a very special school for the truly discriminating.

Codes: MF rom group exhib voy oral anal toys
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Prologue

I entered Federico's a few minutes after eight in the evening. The place was fairly crowded, as usual. I greeted Henri, the maitre'd, and he showed me to a table.

"Harry", I said, "Jack is coming, too. Show him over when he gets here."

"Of course, Mr. deFrame."

I ordered drinks for both of us when the waiter came over, but was surprised when Jack came in. He was with another man. Jack introduced him as John Wilson, and they both sat down. When the waiter returned, Jack ordered Wilson a drink. "I asked you to come tonight to introduce you to John." said Jack, by way of breaking the ice.

"Oh? A business proposition, Mr. Wilson?" Jack had introduced several potential business associates to me this way. Some had worked out and some hadn't. I returned the favor when I could. Jack and I go way back.

"Um, not precisely.", replied Wilson. He had a faint English accent.

Before he could elaborate, a waiter approached the table. "Excuse me, Mr. James, a phone call for you."

Jack pushed himself away from the table and stood. "Probably something at the office.", he said, and left.

I turned back to Wilson. "Should we continue? Or wait for Jack to return?"

"It might be best to continue on. In truth, I asked the waiter to call Jack away. Our talk should be private."

"Really?"

"Quite. I think you'll agree shortly."

"So?" I was simultaneously intrigued and wary. Certainly this was an unusual approach.

"I think I should start by telling a story. I suspect you might find some interesting points to this, um, story.

"There once was a young man. Let's call him Tim. Tim was a very bright young man, and of course, went to a very good college. In college, he learned quite a bit of electronics, and this eventually led him to a very nice job with a rather large computer firm. IBM, I think.

"Well, anyway, Tim was a very ambitious fellow. Despite a rather tiring schedule doing research for the large computer firm, he managed to go to school nights and earned another degree or two. A very bright young man, as I said."

"Quite.", I said dryly.

"Yes. Now, as I said, Tim was very bright and ambitious. He had a very good idea for a new type of computer chip, but his bosses at the large computer firm didn't want to take the obvious and large risks to develop the chip. So Tim decided to do it on his own. He quit his job and started his own company. It took years of grinding, back breaking work, long hours, tight money. Several times he thought of just chucking it all in. But he succeeded. Today, Tim's firm is the industry leader in it's field, and Tim is considered the hottest man in the business."

"A real Horatio Alger.", I said through clenched teeth.

"Indeed. But Tim has a problem. And it's a problem with a solution. You see, Tim has difficulties with women. He married right out of college, to his college sweetheart. But she had different dreams and hopes than he did. The long hours at the big computer company, and then worse, the longer hours and lack of security when Tim started his own company, broke her love for him. She divorced him after almost a decade of marriage. Then the poor fellow married again, but discovered that his wife was more interested in his money than in him.

"Now, you can see Tim's problem. Twice burned, twice shy. He can never know whether a woman is attracted to him or to his wallet. Or that a woman will stay, what with his work and schedule. So Tim, now in the prime of his life, and for the first time with the time and money to pursue a more leisurely schedule, now has no one to share his new freedoms."

"I certainly hope there is a moral to this story.", I bit out.

"Oh, yes. In fact a most happy ending. For Tim had a most devoted friend. A friend who had known him for more than twenty years, through thick and thin. And the friend put him in contact with an acquaintance of his. And the acquaintance had a solution to the problem. The acquaintance was associated with the Wilkerson Institute. And the Wilkerson Institute arranged for Tim to meet a lovely young lady, and all of Tim's desires were satisfied by her."

"Uh, huh." This was intriguing, in a painful and very personal way. "Did Jack ever mention to you, my first name is Timothy? Or that I used to work for IBM, and now own a computer chip company?"

"What? Really? What an astounding coincidence!", said Wilson. A two year old wouldn't have believed him. "Have you been married twice, also?"

I gave him a semi-amused smile, raising an eyebrow at him in the process.

"My heavens. The perhaps the Wilkerson Institute can help you as well!"

"And just what is the Wilkerson Institute?", I asked.

"Quite simply, the Wilkerson Institute trains young ladies in all the arts necessary to satisfy it's patrons. We are the finest establishment in the world at providing such training."

"What do you mean, all the arts?"

"Precisely that. All the arts."

"Including..."

"Exactly."

This took me back. I flopped back in my chair and drained my glass. I simply stared at Wilson, until I was brought back to the table when the waiter placed a fresh drink in front of me. What in the world was this? A high class pimping operation? An escort service? Hookers? Electronic dating? I drained the fresh drink and leaned forward again.

"What do you mean...", I started.

"Please, allow me to explain.", interrupted Wilson.

I nodded assent. I didn't trust myself to talk.

"First, a potential patron visits the Wilkerson Institute for a week's rest and relaxation. The Institute is located in the beautiful Yucatan. A truly lovely setting. We have a large, beautiful campus, much like a deluxe resort. Large luxurious suites, world class cuisine, golf, swimming, nearby nightclubs. And while there, the patron has the opportunity to meet numerous students with the potential to meet his specific needs. The patron will receive expert assistance in such selection, with Mr. Wilkerson personally overseeing such assistance. Ultimately, a student will enter into a long term relationship with the patron."

So far, it sounded somewhat interesting. But, there had to be some buts. "I can assume that this, um, what did you call it, Wilkerson Institute? That this Wilkerson Institute is not doing this from the goodness of their hearts?"

"Well, no, not really. As you can imagine, such a setting, and such training and selection, do carry an overhead." He took a gold pen from his pocket and wrote a number on a napkin. He slid the napkin over to me. "This would cover the initial appraisal week in Mexico. And, of course, it would be applied to the total package, if a student proved suitable."

I looked at the napkin. While, I didn't faint or scream, I think my eyes bugged out. "This is a rather large figure.", I protested.

"Not really. It's not considerably more than a luxury cabin for two on a deluxe cruise to Europe."

"Perhaps not, but I'm not taking two. If I was, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Now it was Wilson's turn for a wry smile. But the smooth bastard was prepared. "No, you aren't going with a companion. Instead, you'll have literally dozens of companions, all young, attractive, eager, and talented. I can guarantee you'll have the time of your life." Wilson looked up and nodded towards the bar. I turned and saw Jack stand and head our way. I turned back to Wilson, who was reaching into his suit jacket. He pulled out a business card and slid it across the table.

"I think I will take my leave for the moment. Please take a little time to think my proposal over. You can reach me at any time."

He stood smoothly, and shook my hand and then Jack's, and was gone. Jack plopped down into his seat and picked up his menu.

I reached across the table and slapped the menu down. "Jack, if you weren't my best friend, I'd rap you upside your head with a two-by-four. You should have given me some idea of what you were up to."

Jack gave a hearty laugh. "And if I had, would you have come?"

"Well, no, of course not!"

"The ends justify the means." He laughed again. "That'll teach you to go to a Jesuit run college."

I just looked at Jack. We had been roommates then. After college, Jack had gone to law school. I was his first client when he hung up his shingle. He had been best man at both my weddings. I could never stay angry at the fat lug for long. He looked back and smiled. I smiled. Then I grinned. Then we were both laughing, long and loud. Several people at nearby tables stared until we calmed down.

"Where the hell did you find this character?", I asked.

"He is a bit much, don't you think?", Jack said. "I think the English accent has gone to his head."

"Quite, old chap!", I said in a mock British cant. We laughed again.

"You could say that a friend of mine introduced us years ago."

That caught me short. "Huh? You?"

"Yep. I've been a, er, patron for a number of years now."

"But... I mean... who... um... I mean, I've never..."

Jack set his menu down and looked straight at me. "Listen, Robert, I like sex. I'm not gay. But my one marriage was more of a disaster than your two combined. I've worked as hard and as long as you have, and command the same kind of money and respect as you do. Well, maybe not quite as much, but not too shabby either. I've got the same needs as the next guy."

"Yeah, but who..."

"Teresa."

"Your maid?!"

"She really knows how to clean my pipes and haul my ashes.", he smirked at me.

"But..."

"Hey, I don't want another wife. What I do want is someone to clean my house, cook my dinner, and warm my bed. For this I do not want to relearn the law concerning community property."

"So how does this work?", I asked. The idea that Jack had gone for something like this fascinated me. And somehow reassured me, in a strange and bizarre fashion.

"I assume Wilson told you about the place in Mexico." I nodded. "Well, it really is just like a fancy resort, only with hot and cold running women. Every few years I go down there and select a new girl. Sign 'em to a three year contract." He smiled and said, "Variety is the spice of life."

He continued. "Once you're in, you can go back every year, sort of like a time share with babes. And I'm talking babes. I've never seen less than a nine down there. I mean, I don't know where Wilkerson finds them, but if it was a mine, I'd buy stock. Absolutely gorgeous."

"But the price..."

"Get real. I do your taxes, or did you forget that. For you, it's petty cash."

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Two weeks later I made the phone call. "Mr. Wilson? This is Robert deFrame..."



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Chapter 1: Monday


When I got into the Cancun airport I was exhausted. I had planned to be back from the German convention in time to rest at my place on Park Avenue before I came here. Instead, the trip had gone over, and I had to fly directly here from Bonn. I can never sleep on planes and the meal was sitting like a stone in my stomach. I was tired and felt filthy.

The last thing I needed to hear, as I came off the plane, was an intercom blaring out my name. "Mr. Robert deFrame, please come to the white courtesy phone. Mr. Robert deFrame, please come to the white courtesy phone." I looked around and found a ticket agent. He pointed me towards a desk with a white phone on it. I trudged over.

As I picked up the receiver, a cool, feminine hand reached over and pushed it down again. I turned and faced a beautiful blonde. "Mr. deFrame?" I nodded. "Hello. I'm Janice. Mr. Wilkerson asked me to come into town and pick you up. Why don't you follow me? Could I have your baggage stubs?" I fumbled the stubs over and she walked towards a large sign saying LUGGAGE.

This girl was really gorgeous, a knockout. She was average height, very curvy, great legs. I studied the figure eight movement of her rear as she marched through the airport. I noticed more than a few of the other men in the airport were watching also. She was wearing a muted gray suit consisting of a stylishly short, tight gray skirt and a matching tight suit jacket. Her stockings or hose were gray, as were her high heels, which clicked delightfully across the linoleum. Topping it all off, was a small gray chauffeur's type cap.

When we got to the baggage claim area, she handed the stubs to a porter, and pointed him towards the parking area, with a few quiet words I couldn't catch. Then she led the way through the automatic doors to a large limousine. She opened the rear door to let me in. "As soon as your luggage comes out, we can go.", she said smiling. Then she popped the trunk. Maybe she was a chauffeur, after all. There was no driver that I could see.

Five minutes later, the porter loaded my luggage in the trunk and Janice settled in behind the wheel. "We'll be there in about forty-five minutes.", she said. "Why don't you just rest and watch the scenery. It's simply lovely this time of year."

I suppose it was, but I really didn't notice. I was too tired to care, but every time I was about to fall asleep, the limo jolted over a bump or dip. And besides, I was intensely curious about any operation with beautiful blondes as drivers. It didn't seem all that long before we pulled into a long driveway leading to a resort-like building entrance. Janice got out and opened my door for me.

"Just go inside to the front desk. I'll arrange for your bags to be taken to your suite, sir."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure.", she said. Smiling, she added, "I hope to see you soon. Have fun."

"I hope so, too.", I responded. And I did hope so. She really was lovely.

I entered the lobby and walked up to a large marble counter to the side. Behind the counter, several pretty young ladies were doing various secretarial type things, but one promptly came over to me. "Mr. deFrame? So good of you to join us. My name is Delia. I'm going to escort you through the welcoming process." Perhaps pretty wasn't strong enough. Delia was a short, petite brunette, in a light yellow suit similar to Janice's, albeit without the cap. "Why don't you just follow me. We'll have your luggage in your room by the time you get there."

It was a pleasure following Delia down the hallway. She wiggled and moved wonderfully. And she made up for her lack of altitude with very high spike heels. In fact, by now I had seen a number of really good looking young women around, and they all wore high heels. But I was rather surprised when she led me into a doctor's office rather than my room.

"Your first step is a fast checkup. Then you can go up to your suite and rest, or change, or whatever."

"A physical?", I asked, somewhat confused.

"Very routine.", said a baritone voice behind me. I turned to face a young man in a white lab coat, with a stethoscope in his coat pocket. "I'm Doctor Henson.", he said, gently taking my arm and steering me into an examination room. "You know, blood pressure, listen to your heart, a few standard tests. I just want to check out the report you furnished us.", Henson said, referring to a long medical report my regular sawbones had forwarded to them. He closed the door behind him.

"Now, just take off your shirt, and Jenny will be in momentarily to check you out. Then I'll be right back." He smiled and left through a side door.

So I took off my jacket and shirt. Then, not knowing what to do, I hopped up on the exam table. Immediately thereafter, I heard the side door open again, so I hopped down. It figures.

"No, please, hop right back up there, Mr. deFrame.", said a light contralto voice. I turned to see a young lady, barely nineteen, in a crisply starched white uniform come in. A name tag perched above a large breast, one of a pair of large breasts, told me this was Jenny. Not your average nurse's knockers, I thought. Or whites. Rather short, with a zipper that went from collar to hem. And I can't recall the last time I saw a nurse in white high heels. I hopped back up.

But for all her looks, Jenny gave me a thorough and professional checkout. Temperature, weight, blood pressure, even taking a couple of vials of blood. If she noticed me staring at her cleavage while she worked, she didn't say anything. But she seemed to position herself so that it was easy for me to do. Then she smiled, stepped back, and excused herself.

I sat there about fifteen minutes before she came back, this time with the quack. He popped the stethoscope into his ears and tapped and listened to my chest for a few minutes. Then he looked at me.

"Your blood pressure is a bit high, Mr. deFrame. Taking your medication?", he asked, referring to the pills I take. I assume he knew from my own doctor's report.

"Always."

He thought for a second, and said, "Well, let's assume the trip raised it a bit. It'll probably drop by tomorrow. But I want you to come down here in the morning for a recheck." Henson turned towards the girl. "Now, Jenny, if it's normal tomorrow, we'll just forget about it. Otherwise, I want to know. Okay?"

Jenny said, "Yes, doctor."

Turning back to me, he also asked, "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Well then, you might as well get dressed and you can leave here and have some fun. I hope we don't see you after tomorrow.", he said with a laugh.

I laughed, too, and after they left, put my shirt and jacket back on. The tie I stuffed in my pocket. As I came out of the exam room, Delia rose from the chair she was sitting in and came over. Really great legs. "Now,", she asked, "the nickel tour? Or would you like to go up to your room and rest or freshen up?"

"Miss, right now I just want a bath and a nap! We can tour later."

"No problem. Follow me. Here's your key."

We walked together back to the lobby, and from there took an elevator to the third floor. Despite my declination of a tour, Delia kept up a running commentary on the areas we were passing through and by. The building was modern and low slung, with two main wings, and a number of open spaces and atriums, as well as a considerable number of more secluded nooks. Apparently this was the main residential area for guests, or "patrons" as we were called. In addition to the main reception desk and the doctor's clinic, the west wing also included the restaurant and a nightclub. The first floor of the south wing had pro shops for the golf course and tennis courts, and a few other things. The suites were all in the top four floors of this wing, which was the larger of the two.

When we got to the third floor we stepped out into a wide hallway. Another pretty young girl sat behind a secretarial desk. What an embarrassment of riches! Delia led me forward. The secretary's nametag said "Debra". Debra was a tall, slim, lithe young lady, with long, dark blonde hair.

"Debra, this is Mr. deFrame. He'll be staying in 307."

Debra rose and curtsied (How rare these days!). "Good morning, Mr. deFrame. I hope you enjoy your stay." Turning back to Delia, she continued. "Mr. deFrame's luggage came up a few minutes ago. I've sent Jeanine down to help get Mr. deFrame settled in."

"Excellent.", replied Delia. She turned back to me and led me down the hallway. "Each floor has one of the students assigned as concierges at all times."

"Always? Even at two in the morning?"

"One never knows when the sudden urge for something will come up."

I was impressed. Such service was generally reserved for only the finest hotels.

We walked a short way down the hallway to an ornate door marked '307'. Taking the key from my hand, she unlocked the door and ushered me in. Again, very impressive. I walked into a fairly large living room, with several couches and armchairs, a wet bar, wide screen TV, even a fireplace (Although, what I'd do with a fireplace in the Yucatan, I have no idea!). To one side was a small dining room/ kitchenette. To the other, French doors led to a very large bedroom. I could see a king size four poster bed through the open doors. A third doorway led to what was obviously a bathroom which, I could tell by the layout, also opened onto the bedroom. A final set of French doors opened onto a large, private, patio. All in all, very plush and well appointed.

Also very plush and well appointed was the blonde quietly standing to one side, next to my neatly stacked bags. Delia motioned the girl over, and introduced us. "Mr. deFrame, this is Jeanine. Jeanine is your room steward, and will be taking care of laundry, bedding, cleaning, and such. If you have any problems, or wish to make a change, just let the concierge know, and we'll be happy to accommodate you."

I looked at Jeanine. She was wearing the classic "French Maid" outfit, a short black dress with built in white apron, short puffy sleeves, very low cut bodice, rather short hemline, black fishnet stockings or pantyhose, black high heels. The bodice was really cut low, showing an amazing amount of cleavage. This girl couldn't drown with cement blocks tied to her feet. Her nametag was perched almost off to the side. She had her hair cut short in a pageboy style.

I looked back at Delia. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

"Excellent.", she said to me. Again turning to the maid, she continued, "Mr. deFrame has indicated he'd like to rest and freshen up before he ventures onto the grounds."

"Of course.", replied Jeanine. "I delayed unpacking your bags, sir, until you arrived.", she said to me.

"I'll be leaving now, Mr. deFrame. Oh, one last item. You have an appointment scheduled for Wednesday morning with Mr. Wilkerson. I'm afraid he can't see you till then. If there's a problem or conflict, just let the concierge know and we can reschedule. Good day."

My guide left and closed the door behind us. I turned back to Jeanine.

"Will you be resting first, then freshening up, or the other way around, sir?"

"Right now all I want is a long, hot shower and a nap."

"Very good, sir. The bath is right through here. I'll unpack for you. Any special instructions?" The last question sounded intriguing. No, I better not. I still didn't know quite what to expect.

"No. Unpacking will be fine."

"Yes, sir."

I walked into the bath and closed the door. As I expected, a second door opened into the bedroom. I closed this door as well. The bathroom was huge. Two marble sinks, a matching whirlpool bathtub, a shower for three, Italian tile, toilet and bidet. Not that I needed a bidet. Which made me wonder, who would be needing one, here?. An interesting question. But no matter, I stripped down and hung my clothes on a hook, and turned on the water. Within seconds I was under a stinging, hot, shower. I luxuriated in the water for a seeming age, and felt the miles of travel wash away with my grime.

To my surprise, when I stepped out, my clothes had disappeared, to be replaced by a long, plush velour robe. Jeanine was being quite efficient. Still drying my hair, I opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Jeanine was still there, putting my luggage in the bottom of a closet. She looked up and said, "I've unpacked everything, sir. Your clothes are in the dresser and the closet. I noticed some dirty clothing, and separated it. I'll see that it's either dry-cleaned, or cleaned and pressed. You'll have it back by tomorrow morning."

"Well, thank you. That's very efficient, indeed."

"Thank you, sir. Feeling better now?"

"Yes, quite. But I still want that nap."

"Of course. I've turned down the bed for you." And she had, too. I stood there like an idiot for a moment, not knowing what to do. Ask her to leave? Tip her? Was she going to stay and tuck me in?

Jeanine seemed to understand my confusion. She came over from the closet and took my elbow. "Now, why don't you just come over here.", she said, leading me to the edge of the bed. "Just sit down here." I sat on the edge, where it was turned down. "I think I can help you relax."

And then, as I sat there and dumbly looked up at her, she reached behind her back. In seconds, she had unzipped her maid's uniform. It fell away from her front and slid to the floor. Deftly, she kicked it off to one side.

Wow! Just WOW! All she had on under the uniform was fishnet stockings, thigh high, right up to the tops of her thighs. And her high heels. Her tits were really huge, with small, pale nipples. Her waist was narrow, with a very pleasant curve to it. A deep navel. She was a natural blonde, with faint, very curly pubic hair. Wide hips. Pleasantly thick thighs, but not lumpy or ugly, tapering down to very tiny feet.

I was awestruck. Almost immediately after stripping, she knelt at my feet and placed her hands on my knees. Effortlessly she spread them apart, and moved between them. Reaching up, she untied my robe and spread it apart. My cock literally sprang out of the opening. I hadn't been this hard in ages. Without a skipped beat, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head.

The sensation was pure heaven. I could have died a happy man at that instant. Lord knows she could have sucked me to death if she had tried. And Lord, could she suck! Not content with simply sucking the tip, she continued lowering her mouth onto my organ. She only stopped when it was completely engulfed, with my pubic hairs tickling her nose and chin. And her tongue! It was swirling on all sides, bottom and top. Her cheeks were puffing in and out. The action was like an erotic vacuum cleaner. And her teeth never touched me. Not a single nip.

I looked down on her actions. Her head was bobbing up and down furiously on my root. Her long fingernails were gently scratching and rubbing my balls. Oh, that felt good! I hadn't been laid in weeks, and they were just filled with come. Below, I could see those huge tits bouncing up and down, and side to side. I think that's what did it for me. With a mighty groan, I cried, "I'm coming!"

Amazingly, this only spurred Jeanine on. The vacuum cleaner went into overdrive, and she sucked everything I could give her. Her head stopped bobbing near the top of the stroke, with just my cockhead between her lips. One hand gently squeezed my nuts, while the other furiously pumped my shaft. She was pumping me dry, and I gladly accommodated the demand. I don't think any of my come landed in her mouth, it just went straight down her throat, I was spewing so hard.

Finally, the well ran dry. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, my legs and balls still hanging over the edge. Jeanine stood up again, and I weakly dragged myself back from the precipice. Laying atop the turned down bedclothes, I sprawled in the center of the bed.

But Jeanine wasn't down, yet. Walking to the foot of the bed, she crawled onto the bed and buried her face in my crotch again. Maybe she really was going to try to suck me to death. Although I thought I was done for, my partner in crime came to life again. As she sucked on my flaccid cock, I looked down, and could see it stiffening again, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. But she didn't plan to suck me dry again.

As soon as I was erect, Jeanine pulled her mouth off me and pulled her legs up beneath her. Moving quickly and surely, she promptly straddled my waist. Both hands had never left my cock during this movement. Now they positioned my dick between her legs, and she sank down onto it, impaling herself.

If the blowjob was good, this was great. My back arched as I thrust up to meet her descent. But the urgency of before was gone. Although my hips kept bucking upward with the pleasure, my orgasm could be delayed for a while.

This seemed to suit Jeanine just fine. Her hands were still at our now joined crotches. But now, in addition to rubbing the length of my shaft, they also were furiously working her clitoris. She had stretched her pussy lips, and her clit, small and blood engorged, seemed to throb from the attention. I reached up and cupped her breasts. My thumbs and forefingers whirled around the nipples, pinching and pulling. She had small nipples, but they were pleasantly warm and hard. This had an electrifying affect on her. Her breath became ragged and coarse, and sweat began rolling down her chest. Her tits became delightfully slick and beads of sweat dripped down onto my chest.

I kept up this action, and her pelvis, previously moving slowly atop mine, began bouncing faster and faster. Her hands were in a blur on her clit and my cock. I could feel myself approaching the edge again, but this only made me increase my tit action. Finally, with a ragged shriek, Jeanine collapsed onto my chest. Both hands snaked down between us, and she squeezed my balls, one in each hand. That did it. I exploded upwards into her. She lay on top of me until I fell asleep, my limp cock still inside her.



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Chapter 2


I awoke in the same position as I had gone to sleep in, sprawled across the bed. Jeanine had left. Maybe she had to tuck somebody else in. Before going, she did cover me with the robe I was still wearing. I was still atop the turned down sheets.

What the hell, what did I expect, anyway? Literally. I had no idea what to expect. I got up.

Another shower and I felt fairly fresh and clean again. I wandered back into the bedroom and opened the closet. And was rather surprised by what I found. The closet was a large wall closet. Behind the bifold doors on one side were my clothes, on the other side were a large collection of ladies garments. Nighties, negligees, gowns, robes, teddies, the whole nine yards! I looked through them. They were all quite sheer and seductive. I guess they allowed the girls a chance to change without returning to wherever they returned to.

I grabbed a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a sport coat, and threw them on the bed. Walking to the large dresser, I opened it to look for some shorts and socks. No shorts. Curious, I turned back to the closet and popped open my suitcases. There they were. I guess Jeanine figured I wouldn't be needing them. Maybe I wouldn't. Fuck it, I closed up the suitcases and tossed them back in the closet.

I grabbed the slacks and pulled them on over my bare ass. What other surprises awaited me? Going back to the dresser, I pulled the other drawers open. The bottom drawer had more women's clothing, a wide variety of stockings, several different sizes, both garter length and thigh high, a few garter belts, several types of panties and bras, and so forth. This was becoming quite interesting.

Continuing dressing, I looked into the nightstands. One had a number of vibrators and dildos, along with a tube of KY jelly. The other had several different types of restraints, handcuffs, straps, ropes, shackles, and the sort. Maybe Jeanine had a kinky streak. Other drawers contained several pornographic magazines, mostly mainline like Playboy and Penthouse, some not quite so usual, and a few videotapes. I had a pretty good idea what kind, but I couldn't find how to turn on the TV in the bedroom.

Finished dressing, I pulled out a pair of socks from the dresser, then threw them back. If Don Johnson could dress like this, fuck it, so could I. I slipped on my loafers and went out to the living room. Back to the investigation.

The living room didn't seem to hold as many surprises. I still couldn't figure out how to turn on the tube. An endtable held some more magazines and tapes, but that was about all. No whips and chains. The bar was well stocked, but that really wasn't a surprise. The kitchen was semi-bare, except for some beer and a few salted snacks. A fruit bowl was filled. A Xeroxed schedule was on the buffet near the entrance, detailing events and doings I had no idea of, in places I didn't know about.

It was now late afternoon. Time to see what there was to see. I walked back out into the hallway, back to the elevators. Debra was no longer concierge, a different girl was behind the desk, now. As I approached, she stood.

"Mr. deFrame. I hope you're feeling better now?"

"Yes, quite.", I replied.

"Good. I'm Terry. Debra mentioned that you were resting. When you woke, I was to give you the guided tour and get you oriented to the Wilkerson. Is that all right?", she said in a light soprano.

"Sure, no problem. What do we do first?" I looked Terry over. Terry was considerably different from Jeanine. For one thing, she was tiny, barely five feet tall. Very slim. I doubted she weighed 98 pounds soaking wet. Not that this was a problem. I thought the sight of her naked and soaking wet would be quite stimulating. She was very pretty, with a classic oval face, shoulder length blonde hair, and enough curves to keep a fellow more than interested. She, too, was in the yellow skirt, jacket, and high heels which seemed to be the uniform for the staff. Very becoming. I felt my cock begin to stir. Maybe Jeanine hadn't killed it after all.

Terry pushed a button under the desk, and walked around to my side. "I just called for my replacement. As soon as she's here, we can go." We talked for maybe five minutes, mostly about my trip in, when the elevator opened. Another girl, similarly attired, stepped out, and we stepped in. Moments later we were back in the lobby. Tucking an arm through mine, she led me down the hallway.

To be honest, this time the lecture took hold. Earlier, when Delia was showing me around, I was too tired to really pay attention. Now, fresh and fit, I found everything fascinating. A fairly large number of men were present, all being squired around, or otherwise accompanied by, one or more very pretty young women. The women, again, a surprisingly large number, were all quite exquisite, centerfold quality. Mode of dress for the girls was fairly casual, the vast majority wearing some combination of very short skirts, various revealing tops, and high heels. Only a few seemed to be wearing brassieres. A few were in nothing more than thong and string bikinis. Pool side, I guess.

Terry showed me around the west wing, keeping up a pleasant patter the entire time. I've already mentioned the restaurant and night club. A small, dark bar, with several very secluded booths, joined them. Then we went out a side door and walked outside.

I should have left the jacket upstairs. Mexico in the summer afternoon is rather warm. I slung it over my free shoulder, and together we walked down a path through a large garden. Shortly, we went through another door. I found we had entered the south wing near the pro shops. Terry asked if I golfed or played tennis.

"No golf. And I haven't played tennis in years."

"I'm surprised.", she remarked. "You seem to be in excellent shape. Do you work out at all?"

"Some. I jog twice a week, and I like to swim. I guess I'm just lucky."

"I guess so.", she said, looking up at me. "All I have to do is look at a cheesecake, and I put on five pounds." She puffed out her cheeks like a chipmunk. We both laughed.

Going through the golf shop, she grabbed a set of keys for a golf cart and said, "Come on, let's take a ride!" We continued on outside, where she hopped into a cart. I climbed in opposite her, and we bounced and puttered on our merry way. Despite my lack of interest in golf, we rode along the course for a while. I didn't mind at all. Terry exuded an air of available sexuality, and I delighted in watching her legs working the pedals.

Shortly, she turned off the golf path and drove past the tennis courts. About half were open air, the rest under an open-sided pavilion. We continued on, past the courts, and drove around a pool area. Several small, and one large, swimming pools were set amid more gardens. I was surprised by the time the tour had taken when we pulled up at the pro shop again. Terry mentioned several other places, such as a riding stable and jogging paths, which we hadn't seen.

One really fascinating fact, which she didn't mention, but was quite obvious. Everywhere we went, the golf course, the gardens, even the tennis courts and swimming pools, had a large number of very secluded spots. Spots where a fellow could easily retire with a young lady for an intimate alfresco interlude. In fact, I suspected a few were in use. I had seen several golf carts stopped near such spots, with no one in sight. While I hadn't taken advantage of such a spot, I had the distinct feeling Terry would have been willing, if not eager, to introduce me to such a site. Ah well, opportunity lost.

Once back inside, the air conditioned air felt chilly, so I put on my jacket again. Terry put her arm through mine again, and led me back towards the south wing. "Thirsty? I am! Let's get a drink!", she said, leading me into the bar.

We ordered drinks, and I asked if all the girls I had seen were students here.

"Almost all. If they have white nametags, like mine they're students. Blue means they're permanent staff, like the doctor, the chef, and the teachers."

"Teachers?", I asked, in confusion.

"Oh, yes! We all study, five days a week! Actually, for only half days. We split shift, half going to school mornings, the rest in the afternoon."

"Where? I didn't see anybody going to school."

"Oh, well, I mean, it's not really on the tour, so to speak. And by now, it's closed for the day. The school is the small building down behind the jogging trails."

"I'm fascinated! What do you study?"

"Nothing special, you know, the usual, readin', 'ritin', 'n' 'rithmetic."

"But why?"

"Well, quite a few of us come here without a good formal education, I mean, like a high school diploma. But Mr. Wilkerson requires us all to earn at least a GED. And on the off shift, we work around the Institute, learning to keep house and cook, and first aid and such."

"Very impressive." And it was. For one thing, it obviated the need for a large staff. And it was obvious, I hadn't seen all of the women here. I could see I would have a number of questions for the mysterious Mr. Wilkerson. "Can I see the school."

Terry looked surprised, but said, "Sure. No reason you can't. But you'll have to wait till tomorrow. It's closed for the evening. If you want, you can get a guide in the morning. I'll leave word at the front desk. Is that satisfactory?"

"Perfectly. Now, let's go eat."

I had slept through lunch and by now had worked up a good appetite. From what Terry had told me, I could order room service through the concierge at any time, but I didn't know that earlier. The dining room was very luxurious, carefully matched silver and china, comfortable chairs and booths, long linen table cloths. Very long, linen table cloths. This curiosity was explained, when, halfway through dinner, a man across the room dropped his fork on the floor at his feet. The waitress knelt on the floor and moved under the table to pick it up. In short order, she was completely under the table, almost hidden. She stayed there about fifteen minutes, during which time, the gentleman's face grew rather red. Then a look a pleasure and relief suffused his countenance, and shortly thereafter the waitress popped back up, grasping the fork. And all this while, the man's, um, date, was sitting next to him, seemingly oblivious to what was occurring at her feet.

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It was mid-evening when we left the south wing. After a slow, stately meal, we had gone into the bar for a couple of more drinks. By then, the remains of my jet lag started beating on me again, so I mentioned perhaps I needed to get some more sleep. Terry simply stood and took my arm again, and walked with me back to the elevators.

She took her duties seriously. She escorted me upstairs, and walked me down the hall to my door. I stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do next. Thank her? Invite her in? Was she still on duty?

Terry noted the look of confusion on my face. "Is there a problem, Mr. deFrame?"

"Uh... well... I mean... uh, what's the procedure at this point? I mean, what is the, uh, protocol for, uh..."

"Oh, I see.", she said. She gently took my elbow and pointed me towards an alcove with several armchairs. "Why don't we sit here for a second."

We sat. "I believe what you want to know, what is the proper etiquette involved in, shall we say, meeting and getting to know one of the students?"

I blushed and mumbled out an assent.

"Please, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She leaned forward and rested her hand on mine. It was a very warm hand. "Actually, I find it quite attractive. It shows you care."

I didn't know what to say, so I just cleared my throat self consciously.

"If you see a young lady that you'd like to know better, simply ask her. You can't ask the women on the staff, but any of the students will be more than willing. And you don't even have to ask. It can be as brusque as a snap of the fingers, or as subtle as a raised eyebrow."

"Really.", I commented, raising an eyebrow. I had finally gotten my voice back.

Terry smiled, seeing the eyebrow. "Really. Why don't we go in for a nightcap?"

I immediately stood up. I hoped I didn't seem too eager, but I certainly felt eager. Jeanine had definitely whetted my appetite. I didn't know if Terry had noticed my erection, but I had noticed it for the last hour or so. Terry stood also, but much more gracefully, and I unlocked my suite. I turned on the lights.

"Why don't you sit down and turn on the TV, while I pour us a couple of brandies?", she said. I had sat down in an armchair before the wide screen television, and Terry had started pouring the brandy, before I remembered. I still didn't know how to turn on the thing.

"How do you turn it on?", I asked.

"Didn't Delia show you? Here, let me get it.", she came over, carrying two snifters of dark, heavy liquid. She gave one to me and went to the set, and pushed on a panel in the front, so a remote control popped out. "The one in the bedroom has a hidden remote just like this one. I'm sorry nobody showed you."

"No problem."

Terry came back over to where I was sitting and gently settled onto my lap. She swung her legs over the arm, so that she was laying across me. Then she aimed the remote at the tube and hit a button.

"We get all the stations from the States, the networks, Fox, CNN, HBO, everything.", Terry said, flipping through the channels. "And we have three channels which play only in-house, too." She flipped again, but slower. The in-house channels showed dirty movies. "And there's a VCR built in on both sets. Any preferences?"

I took the remote from her and flipped back to one of the in-house channels, then tossed the remote on the floor. "This will do just fine.", I said. She smiled and leaned back against me, and we both sipped on our brandies.

The movie was only average, as these things go, but it put us both in a properly horny mood. As she leaned against me her suit shifted, delightfully. The skirt drifted downward, or actually upward, showing even more of her lovely legs. It was soon obvious that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, as I could see a garter strap holding the edge of her stockings up. Her jacket also shifted, opening at the collar, so that I could look down and see a breast plainly exposed. It was an excellent breast, larger than I had expected, B cup minimum. Terry wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the nipple, firm and erect, pointing upwards.

We continued to watch for several minutes more, than I drained my snifter and set it on an endtable behind her back. Now that I had a closer view of her outfit, I could see that the skirt had a row of tiny concealed buttons on the side facing me. I reached down and, starting at the hem, began to slowly unbutton the skirt. This caused the skirt to drift even more, and before I had it undone, I could see that aside from the garter belt, she wore nothing else under it. She had thick, dark pubic hair, trimmed neatly in a heart pattern. When the last button was undone, she shifted slightly, and I tugged it from between us.

Terry finished her brandy and set the glass on the floor behind her. Leaning into me, she wrapped one hand behind my neck, while the other began to unbutton my shirt. She lifted her head to my neck, and began licking and nibbling. I groaned, and moved my free hand to the jacket and rapidly unbuttoned that. It fell open, and I promptly moved my hand to the breast I had seen earlier. Now it was her turn to moan, as a shudder went through her hot and compliant body.

I continued to knead and massage her nipples, alternating, first one, then the other. They were very pointy and wiggled as my fingers flicked over them. Terry's chest flushed, and her breathing became more rapid.

Terry shifted forward on my lap, as I noted that the on-screen action went into high gear with a pair of buxom broads giving dueling blow jobs to a limp cocked clown. Neither girl could hold a candle to what I had seen around here today. My shirt was now unbuttoned, and Terry's hand continued down to my pants. Dexterous fingers soon had my belt unbelted, my snap unsnapped, and my zipper unzipped. She spread the opening apart and my cock surged out, stiff and hard, the head a bulbous purple. God, that hand felt warm! She wrapped it around the shaft and pulled and stroked it lovingly.

If she kept this up, I'd spurt all over us. Carefully placing both hands on her waist, I grasped her and lifted her up. She really was small and light. She instantly understood me, spreading her legs apart, and positioning the head at the entrance of her pussy, as I lowered her onto my organ. Boy was she tight! But not dry or difficult, more like slipping on a small but comfortable glove. Every inch of my extended cock could feel her around me, every fold and crevice opened to me. After she was again settled firmly in my lap, Terry spread her legs apart, placing one spike heeled foot on the rug, the other over the leg of the armchair. She leaned back into me, and we settled down to a nice fuck watching the movies.

As we watched, our hands idly worked her now exposed body. My fingers would work on her lovely tits, and her fingers would caress her clit, barely visible between her nether lips. Occasionally, I could feel fingernails scratching the underside of my cock, where it was exposed under her. Then we would alternate, she pinching and pulling on her nipples, as I vigorously rubbed her clit with three fingers. Finally, she reached both hands between her legs, stuffing the fingers of one hand deep up her cunt, already filled with my straining dick, the other guiding my fingers around and on her clitoris. Her pussy, deliciously tight before, now became like a hot, wet vise pressing me all over. I exploded upwards into her womb, as Terry jerked atop me, orgasming herself. Then she reached lower and squeezed the last drops from my cock and balls. Pulling her fingers out of her cunt, she silently licked our mixed juices from them.

The movie was finished, and so was I. My now limp dick slid from it's resting place, and Terry stood and went into the bathroom. I reached down for the remote, and turned off the TV. Standing myself, I went into the bedroom and threw my clothes, already undone, on the dresser. Through the open door, I could see Terry on the toilet, wiping herself. She stood and went to the bidet. Fascinated, I walked in and sat down on the toilet to watch. With utterly no self consciousness, she squatted and cleansed herself, as I relieved my bladder. Finishing her ablutions, she went to the sink and washed her face and hands.

"Would you like me to wear anything special, tonight?", she asked.

In response, I made a long arm, and drew her to me. Facing her in front of me, I leaned forward and buried my face in her freshly cleaned crotch. With a quiet shriek of pleasure, she straightened and spread her legs, placing both hands behind my head, pulling me into her. My tongue snaked forward through the damp curly hairs to contact her throbbing rosebud. Despite her washings, I could easily smell her natural fragrance, her abundant fluids acting as the finest perfume. Licking her clit frantically, I put my fingers to work, undoing the snaps of her garters, and removing the garter belt. Unsupported, her stockings slipped to her ankles. Her breathing became more and more labored as I sucked and licked her pussy and the treasure within. My tongue burrowed deep within the tunnel my cock had so recently departed. Finally, her hips bucking uncontrollably, she cried out her passion, as her juices flowed onto my face.

Standing, I held her in my arms for a minute, as she calmed down. My revived erection pressing against her belly. Several times she whimpered, "Thank you, thank you." Finally, I went to the sink and washed her secretions from my face and hands, as she leaned against me. Wrapping an arm around her, I led her into the bedroom, where I gently pushed her onto the bed. Still standing, I removed her shoes and stockings, and climbed in with her.



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Chapter 3: Tuesday


I slept soundly that night. My first waking thoughts were of the delightfully warm ass pressed against my back. This brought back drowsy memories of the previous night's last fuck, after I joined Terry in bed. Feeling my cock stiffen, my eyes still closed, I rolled over and pressed against her backside. I placed my free arm around her and we sleepily moved together. My fingers slowly grazed over Terry's breasts, as we slowly aroused each other. Strange, I didn't remember her tits being this big the other night. But still, she was becoming quite aroused, and within minutes had lifted her upper leg slightly, and I slipped my stiff cock deep within her from behind. Rolling atop her, I began a long, slow thrusting.

"Oh, God, yes!", I heard a deep voice implore.

My eyes snapped open. That certainly wasn't Terry's voice. No wonder I had been confused earlier. They weren't Terry's tits! I stopped cold in midstroke. "Who are you?", I asked.

"Oh, God, don't stop.", she begged. Too surprised for words, I began my thrusting again. This girl was a big, my height I guessed, brunette. At least I think she was my height. I mean, in bed, everyone's the same height. She turned her face and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I'm Kathy."

Planting my arms at her hips and holding myself above her, I asked, "Where's Terry?"

"She had classes this morning. She asked me to fill in. She said it'd be worth it. Oh, God, it is! It really is!" She moaned as I plumbed her depths from the rear.

This girl was quite a mover. Her body writhed beneath me, her legs spreading and drawing together. In short order, she had kicked the covers from us. This was really inspirational!

Reaching over, I grabbed my pillows. "Kneel.", I commanded, and when she brought her hips and torso off the bed, I thrust them beneath her pelvis. "Now, lie down again." I told her. Her ass was now several inches higher, and I began thrusting heavily into her. This drove Kathy wild. Her legs were kicking behind me, as she tore at the sheets and screamed pleasure into her own pillows. Together we came wildly, my spewing cock forcing it's way deeper and deeper into her wet and sloppy pussy.

I collapsed onto her back and rolled off of her, gasping and sweating heavily. A minute later, she rolled next to me and handed me back my pillows. "Wow!", she said.

I turned the pillows over. With Kathy, the wet spot was prominent. Agreeing with her, I also said "Wow."

After about five minutes of cuddling, I stood and went to the can. When I came out, Kathy was out of bed, pulling on a T-shirt and shorts.

"I've got to go. Is that all right?", she asked.

I wasn't sure I could take a double dose of this girl so early in the morning. I kissed her and said, "Sure. Maybe we can meet again later."

Kissing me back, she said brightly, "Yeah, I'd like that. Bye." And then she was out the door, barefoot. She was almost as tall as I was.

Well, so far the day had proved interesting. What new wonders would be seen! Returning to the bathroom, I took a long shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. Deciding to dress a bit more appropriately today, I simply wore slacks and a short sleeved pullover. I left my room and headed down to the restaurant.

When traveling, I stick to basic bacon and eggs, over easy. I'm not really one for a big breakfast, normally having just cereal and juice at home. Somehow, slurping milk from my bowl doesn't seem the thing to do in a restaurant. I dined alone, primarily from choice. I'm never at my best before my second cup of coffee, and religiously avoid breakfast meetings. Even when still married, I generally ate breakfast alone. Of course, a critic would say that was just another reason I was no longer married. Still, a number of lovely young ladies caught my eye, and generally gave some type of nonverbal indication that they'd be happy to sit with me. A lifetime of habit dies hard. I ate alone.

But the morning double dose of caffeine generally makes me sociable again. By nine, I was up and about, so I headed over to the clinic for the blood pressure check. Get this out of the way, and my time would be all to myself.

Again, the clinic was empty except for the receptionist. Not Jenny, but another young girl. Still in the abbreviated uniform, though. I was still curious about the physical. Very unusual, that. She greeted me and ushered me into the same examination room as yesterday. My short sleeves obviated the need to undress. I hopped up on the table to wait.

Almost immediately, Jenny popped in through the side door. "Good morning, Mr. deFrame. How are we feeling this morning?", she asked brightly.

Good Lord, they even talk that way here! "I don't know.", I responded. "I feel pretty good. How do you feel?" Why do they always talk in the plural? Or does the medical profession prefer to use the 'Imperial' we?

Jenny just laughed. "I feel pretty good, too. I can tell you're feeling feisty, as well. Over your jet lag? Good." She kept up a light chatter, as she quickly and efficiently pulled out a whatchamacallit and took my blood pressure. "Excellent. Right within normal parameters.", she pronounced. "I'll make sure to tell the doctor."

"Great.", I said. I hopped off the table and headed for the door.

"Oh, wait.", she said before I had opened the door. "The exam isn't done yet. Remove your pants."

Confused, I simply said, "Huh?". The quack had simply wanted my blood pressure. What was this about?

Jenny gave a sly smile and looked up at me. If anything, the zipper on her uniform was even lower today than yesterday. The cleavage showing was quite nice. She backed up to the end of the exam table and hopped up on it. "I need to take your temperature, and I plan on using your thermometer."

My hand dropped from the doorknob, and I turned to face her. Grinning, I walked to her, and said, "Really?" I unbuckled my belt. "Just how do you do this?"

In response, Jenny grinned back, and brought her hands up to her collar. Grasping the crisp white fabric with one hand, she used the other to completely unzip her uniform. It fell away from her lush body to reveal what little she had underneath. This consisted of a small and lacy white bra and a white garter belt holding up very sheer white stockings. Then she leaned forward and unzipped my pants. They slid to my knees, leaving my erection pointing at her with my balls swinging in the breeze. "You simply insert your thermometer and move it around. I'll be able to tell if you're hot or not."

What an interesting medical technique. I wondered if the AMA had learned it yet. Certainly it would reduce people's reluctance to go to the doctor's! But still, my height and the height of the table weren't going to work. I was going to have to stand on tiptoes, not a great position to insert the thermometer. Looking down at the base of the table, I discovered the answer.

The table was of the solid type, with drawers and so forth built in. Pulling my pants up again, I buttoned them without zipping, so my cock jutted through the opening. I gently kicked two side plates, one on each side, popping them open. As I suspected, inside were a pair of gynecological stirrups. Reaching in, I pulled them out and up, locking them in position. Jenny squealed in delight, and kicked off her heels. Next I pulled out a small step stool at the base of the table and stepped up on it. The altitude problem was solved. Ah, Yankee ingenuity in action!

"This should work much better.", I said.

"Oh, my, yes.", said Jenny. She lay down on the table, and scooted her ass forward to the edge. Lifting first one leg, then the other, I gently placed them in position in the stirrups. Jenny squirmed around a bit to get comfortable, and I unbuttoned my pants again. I placed my erection along her lower lips, and slid it forward on the outside. This was easy to do, for despite long brown hair hanging loosely around her head, her pussy was as bare as a baby's behind. She was shaved completely bald, which I found quite erotic. Her pussy gaped open, and the bright inner pink was blocked only by my cock sliding in the valley above it. I rubbed the underside here for a couple of minutes, my engorged head ringing the doorbell of her clitoris. This was very large, and very visible, protruding redly from between her labia. Jenny relaxed and closed her eyes. Moaning lowly, she reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp on her bra. Heaving breasts, straining against the sheer lace, burst free and upwards.

No longer capable of holding back, I entered her on my next thrust forward. In this position, her cunt was most capable of taking me, and my cock easily disappeared within the naked lips. Reaching down, Jenny grabbed the stirrup uprights, and pulled herself down towards the edge, arching her back and meeting my penetration. Now it was my turn to groan, and loudly. As each inch entered her, no, as each millimeter, moved inwards, her pussy was twitching and spasming around me. Her pussy lips were eating and nibbling at me better then some women had used their regular lips. I watched, fascinated, as I saw her inner lips relaxing and contracting around me, as first I moved in and then pulled slowly out.

But not too slowly. Jenny's eyes were still closed, as she grasped the supports and bucked against me. Her C cup breasts jiggled in time with her rapid thrusting, her large soft nipples moving atop them like soft cherries on large bowls of Jell-O. Inspired, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and began some heavy duty thrusting of my own.

Jenny's contractions seemed to increase in speed and power. Her ass began to really squirm all over the end of the table, wrenching on my buried root. Her tits wiggled and jiggled in motions that a computer couldn't analyze. After only about ten minutes the orgasm I had been desperately holding out against swept over me. Pulling her thighs rigidly against me, I rammed into her, spewing jism into her cunt. Jenny came, too, clenching her cunt tightly around my engulfed dick, and murmuring out her pleasure. Locked in, my cock spasmed out a seemingly endless supply of come, but all too shortly the moment ended.

After a standing eight count, Jenny's twat relaxed, and my lifeless prick slid out, followed by our juices. Reaching behind her, Jenny grabbed a handful of tissues. I reached up and lowered her legs from their resting places, and the nurse sat up. First she wiped my cock off, then her gaping gash. Stepping down off the stool, I pulled up my pants and refastened them. "Well?", I asked, "Is my temperature okay?"

Jenny smiled as she stepped down from the table. Redoing her bra, she said, "Excellent. If you want, we can schedule a daily checkup, just in case."

I continued tucking myself in. "And what would the doctor say about that?"

Slipping into her heels, and zipping up her uniform, the girl laughed. "I wouldn't tell the doctor. But I might just tell the other shifts."

I smiled, and kissed her. "Thanks for the checkup." And then I was out of there, intent on seeing what the rest of the day held.

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The rest of the morning was quiet. I figured a nice long walk would do me good. As I wandered back through the lobby area, I heard a soft, feminine voice call out my name. Stopping, I turned in it's direction.

"Mr. deFrame? Terry asked me to look you up.", said a very young woman. If she wasn't a minor, then I didn't know anything about women. Which might be the case anyway.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'm Julie, and Terry said you'd be wanting a tour this morning of the school. And perhaps of the rest of the grounds?"

Now what exactly did that mean? Around here, I couldn't be at all sure. I casually looked the girl over. Slim, almost willowy. Late sixteen, maybe seventeen, quite pretty. A little above average height. Light chestnut hair. A junior "student"? Or perhaps not, I had no real way of knowing.

"Well, I was planning on a walk anyway. We'll just put some purpose to it.", I said.

"Excuse me, Mr. deFrame.", interrupted a young woman behind the front counter. "Your appointment for tomorrow morning with Mr. Wilkerson has been moved up to nine. He called to say his schedule had opened up. Is that all right with you, sir?"

"Yes, quite. I look forward to the meeting."

"Very good, sir."

I turned back to Julie. It was only then I noticed that for the first time in my visit one of the staff type individuals wasn't in some type of uniform. Well, I gathered that none of the girls were part of the permanent staff. But what else could I call these highly decorative worker bees. Perhaps, uniforms were only worn on duty. But if so, wasn't this tour duty? Every step took me deeper through the looking glass. I resolved to simply wonder silently.

Julie wasn't in one of the chic, short and tight, suits the other reception and concierge ladies were wearing. Instead, she was dressed quite becomingly, in a loose, high necked sweater and a tartan plaid skirt that dropped about halfway between her knees and her ankles. But not a simple plain skirt. This was some kind of wrap skirt that buttoned on one side, and was held together at mid-thigh by a large brass pin. Through the slit, where the wrap overlapped, I could glimpse long, lightweight, black high heeled boots, but not the heavy and shiny kind worn by leather fetishists. No, these were of some very thin, stretchy, matte fabric. Strange boots? Stockings with shoes built in? Whatever they were, they seemed quite long, disappearing above the gap where her skirt swung open as we walked.

For, imperceptibly, we had begun our walk, Julie slipping her arm in mine and leading me outside. It was cooler today, and I mentioned it to her.

"Yes, there's a front moving in. We're supposed to get rain tomorrow. Maybe the next day also."

"It's beautiful down here. Is the weather always this nice?", I asked.

"Well, summer is really hot and humid, or at least this last one was. But I haven't really been here long enough to say."

I was tempted to ask how long she had been here. But something, maybe the way she said it, made me stop. Somehow I knew that this would open some old wound. Old wounds don't have to be that old to be deep and painful. But it also made me realize that this girl, if she hadn't been here a full year, was young. More questions for Mr. Wilkerson.

We walked through more of the gardens, and for the first time I saw what appeared to be some of the permanent staff. Several healthy young men were working in the gardens, wearing official looking work clothes, supervising several of the girls weeding and tending flowers. Again, something in their manner, and the way they gave orders to the girls, told me these weren't locals just called in to mow the lawn. And then it struck me! They weren't Mexican. Oh, they had dark tans, but they were just tans, not a Latino's skin coloring. And I realized that all of the women I had seen so far were North American Caucasian. No blacks, no Latinos, no Orientals. Curiouser and curiouser. I was in a small enclave of the white US in the middle of the Yucatan Peninsula.

Eventually, we came to a low building behind a hill from the main resort area. Less than a mile away from the main area, it was completely hidden and unseen, and I suspected for most of the guests, unknown. But as we entered, I realized the building actually was built into the hill, and was larger than it appeared.

"This is the school and dormitory for all of the students.", said Julie.

"Do you live here?", I asked.

"Last hall, second floor.", said Julie with a smile. "And no, you can't see. The dorm rooms are completely off limits.", she said, guessing my next question.

"Why's that?"

"Hmmm, well, Mr. Wilkerson says it's simply our place, where we can kick back and do what we want. No orders or anything." What an interesting fellow, this Wilkerson. "Anyway, it's just a bunch of dorm rooms. I mean, like mine is just a disaster right now!", she laughed.

Leading me on, she continued. "Now down here are the classrooms. There's only six, and we go to classes either mornings or afternoons. Or did Terry tell you this already?"

I assured her that Terry hadn't told me much at all. "Just keep going, I'll let you know if you repeat her."

"Okay." She led me up to a window that opened onto a small classroom. Inside, a teacher was standing at a blackboard, demonstrating something involving English and sentence structure to a small class of young ladies. "Now, they can't see you. It's a one way mirror, like on TV." Goggle-eyed I stared at the students.

First, the range of ages was considerably greater than anything I had expected. Some looked in their early twenties, others no more than mid teens. Younger than Julie! And their uniforms! They all wore long gowns and high heels. The gowns were in a variety of light pastels, and seemed slit quite deep both at the front and back, top and bottom. Like sheer, opaque, evening gowns.

After a few minutes, I stepped back and walked on down the hallway, Julie trailing behind me. The next two classrooms were in use, one teaching algebra or math, the other where the teacher was pointing to a large map of the world. Same range of ages. Same uniforms.

But the next three windows showed nothing. The rooms inside were dark, and nothing could be seen. "What's taught in here?"

"Oh, that's the sex lab."

"Huh? What?", I asked incredulously. My jaw must have dropped to the floor.

Julie looked at the expression on my face and laughed heartily. "Sex lab! At least that's what we call it. The actual course is called something like 'Theoretical and Practical Aspects of Human Sexuality'. Or something like that, anyway. But we just call it 'Sex Lab'." She laughed again, a bright, smiling laugh. "Oh, if you could only see your face!"

"I imagine.", I said. "Sex lab, huh. I can't imagine. I mean I really can't imagine." I simply shook my head.

"Yeah? Wanna see?", she asked. Not waiting for a reply, she went to the first door, and opened it. Walking in, she turned and hit a switch next to the door. "Come on in." Julie motioned me in with a hand. "Come on, it's safe!" She laughed some more.

Grinning ruefully, I stepped across the threshold. Looking around, I felt even more embarrassed by what I saw. It was just another classroom. Several diagrams and cutaway drawings of men and women lined the walls. It looked just like a biology classroom, and I said so.

"Uh, huh. That's part of the course. I guess that's the 'Theoretical' part. Doc Henson teaches some of this.", agreed Julie. Then the girl laughed again. "Wilma and Fred live in the closet."

"Wilma and Fred?", I asked stupidly. I had a sneaking suspicion that much of what I was saying in sex lab sounded stupid.

"You know, the Flintstones?" Julie walked over to a closet and opened it up. Coming closer, I could see a pair of mannequins, one male, one female, inside. Both had on some leopard spotted toga type outfits. "God only knows when, but somebody once dressed them up like this, and we just keep them that way. They come to all our parties!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. The dorm sounded a lot like my freshman dorm in college, constantly on the verge of expulsion and/or arrest. Regaining some composure, I walked through an open doorway to the next classroom. But it was dark, and I couldn't see anything until Julie passed me and headed to the door, turning on the lights.

Now this was a bit more what I had suspected. In the front of the classroom were three standard size beds, in the rear, a semicircle of chairs. Instead of blackboards, corkboards lined the walls, with pictures and diagrams of all manner of ways and positions to have sex. More than a few I had never seen before.

"This must be the 'Practical' part.", I said dryly.

"About as practical as you can get." responded Julie.

"And what's in here?", I asked her, turning towards the door leading to the last classroom.

"One could say that's where advanced classes are taught.", she said mysteriously.

"Hmmph." I marched in. Knowing where the lights were now, I soon had them turned on. I turned and looked on a scene worthy of Fellini.

Along one wall were a number of shelves containing what must be one of every vibrator, dildo, and sexual device known to mankind. Some I couldn't name but had heard of, some I couldn't even guess about! Parts of the wall had shackles and chains mounted. No beds or desks, but a few padded benches, stools, couches, and armchairs. A trapeze swung gently from the ceiling, as did a chair with the bottom cut out. I knew what that was for!

"Holy shit!", I exclaimed.

"Like I said, advanced techniques."

"I guess!" I stared for several minutes, and then opened the hall door and stepped out. Leaning back against the wall, I took a deep breath.

Julie followed behind me, turning off the lights. "Are you all right, Mr. deFrame?", she asked, a look of concern on her face.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, just fine.", I responded. "That's just a little bit much, though, don't you think?"

"Oh, I don't know. You get used to it, I guess."

"You mean... you?..."

"Yep. We all have."

"Wow!" Looks were deceiving. No matter what these girls ages were, they knew more than any girls that age I had ever known had ever known. No wonder the techniques performed on me had been so flawless. These girls had training! Practice does make perfect!

I stood up again, and Julie took my arm. "That's really about it.", she said. "I mean, there's the libraries, but you wouldn't want to see the one here."

"Oh?"

"Nah. I mean, the one here just has textbooks and encyclopedias and books like that. The interesting one is in the main building."

"I hadn't noticed.", I told her. "What makes it so interesting?"

"Well that one is for the patrons. The textbooks have nothing to do with reading or writing, at least."

"Really? No kidding?"

By now we were back on a path to the resort. Along the way, I asked Julie where the jogging track was. "I'd like to run some this afternoon. It's been a few days, and I need to stay in shape."

"Sure. It's over here.", she answered, leading the way. We walked along the track until we were back to the resort building. "One lap equals two kilometers."

"A mile and a quarter."

"Close enough." Julie led me in a side door and we ended in a hallway off the lobby. Leading me through a pair of French doors, she said, "This is the main library."

It was a small room, but several bookcases and sets of shelves divided the room into a few alcoves. No desks or study carrels, but some nicely appointed couches and love seats. It had been a long walk. I flopped down on a love seat, and Julie sat down to the left of me, crossing her legs.

"Well, kid.", I said. "That was quite the nickel ride."

"Maybe so. I'm sorry if I went on and on. I should have stopped sooner."

"No, no.", I said. "Absolutely fascinating! Wouldn't have missed a minute of it." I reached over and patted her knee were it stuck out of the tartan plaid. "Hey, I gotta ask, just what are these things?", I asked, rubbing her knee. "Boots or weird stockings?"

Julie shifted the skirt so that both legs below the brass pin came into view. "Sort of both. They're kind of stockings with shoes built into the bottom."

"Really?"

"Uh, huh. One of the patrons noticed them in a Playboy and mentioned them one day. So Mr. Wilkerson ordered a few pair."

"Aren't they hot for Mexico?"

"Nope. They're really quite light and they breathe great. But not all the girls can wear them. Some are allergic to the fabric, or whatever. Like them?"

I smiled. "Yes, I do. Quite a bit. Just how long are they?"

Julie gave a sly smile. Reaching down, she unpinned the pin holding her skirt together, and placed it on the table beside me, reaching across my lap to do so. The back of her hand rubbed across my crotch, not so innocently. The skirt gapped open quite a bit more. "Fairly long, don't you think?"

"Um, yes." My mouth dried considerably. Julie's legs were exquisite, long and lean, and very curvaceous. She moved them and crossed them the other way. The skirt parted even further, and I suspected the boots went all the way up.

Julie leaned back across me and picked up a large, coffee table size book from the table. This she handed to me. "This is one of the many books in the library here."

'The Illustrated Kama Sutra', the cover proclaimed, above a picture of a scantily clad couple in an interesting position. Nothing untoward could be seen on the cover, but neither did it leave any doubt as to what the position was for. "Take a look.", said the young girl.

I slowly leafed through several pages of the book. The couple were in all the pictures, he in a turban, she in various transparent veils. The printing and artwork were excellent, the photos tasteful, if explicit, the positions quite varied. But I could keep only one eye on the pictures, as beside me Julie moved one hand to the side of her skirt and undid the button at her waist. I was right, the boot tops did go all the way up, right to the dark brown curls at her groin.

Julie shifted her pert ass sideways and lay her head in my lap. As her hand rubbed the erection I had had for the last five minutes, her teeth began to undo my belt. Amazingly, without using her hands, she undid my belt, the snap, and the zipper. The first time she used her hands was to pull my engorged cock out of the pants leg it was residing uncomfortably in. Tugging my pants lower, Julie immediately took my cockhead into her mouth.

God, what tongue action! Knowing now how these girls learned this stuff didn't alter my admiration a bit. It might even have increased it. Talent like this needed training!

Julie's tongue swirled around my glans, even probing my urethra. Breathing through her nose, she still managed to suck like Dracula going for the jugular. Fuck the damn book! I tossed it to the side, and put one hand on her back, and the other on her head.

While it wasn't meant to be so, Julie took the hand on her head as a sign for more. Without skipping a beat, she sank her head lower into my lap, seamlessly moving into a deep throat action. I think my favorite part was when I was fully buried in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, huffing and puffing around me, and she began to gently shake and wiggle her head. Damn near moved me off the seat! My left hand rubbed her back (no bra!) while my right hand rubbed the back of her head, moving her long hair out of the way, so I could watch. Jesus! I could do this forever!

For awhile I thought I could, too. Julie's tongue action made me come twice. But each time, as my hips bucked upwards, she stopped all motions of her tongue and mouth, stopped the sucking, and firmly clamped the base of my cock. I'd heard of this before, but never had it done to me. The orgasm stopped as fast as it had started, and after a few moments, Julie started up again.

By the second orgasm, I had pulled her sweater up to her shoulders, and had reached under her to play with her nipples. These were small, pert, young tits. Julie would never grow to more than an A cup, but these were the perfect tits for the guy who thinks more than a mouthful is wasted. What do the French say? The perfect tit fills a champagne glass? Whatever. My second surge didn't take as long as the first. After this one, I stopped her and pulled her sweater over her head and off her arms. Then, naked except for the boots, I pushed her head back in my lap. Moments later I spewed for real, Julie not stopping me this time, and I groaned in joy as I coated her tonsils.

Finally, my hips stopped bucking up into her mouth and I collapsed back into the cushions. Julie continued licking my cock and balls till they were squeaky clean, but her efforts had been truly monumental, and I didn't resurrect. After a few more moments she sat upright and leaned against me, she still almost naked, me with my pants down. I turned to her as I fastened my britches. "Julie, just how old are you?"

"I'll be seventeen next month.", she said, smiling.

"Kiddo, for whatever it's worth, the lessons took. I sure never got a blow job like that when I was sixteen! Hell, I'm not sure I ever got a blow job when I was sixteen! You are one piece of work.", I said approvingly.

A big smile suffused her pretty face. "Thanks! Thanks a lot! I appreciate that."

I stood up and helped her to her feet. Smiling, we dressed. I offered to take her to lunch, but she declined. Classes. Still, she walked me to the bar. And before we parted, she asked me an intriguing question.

"Mr. deFrame? You can help us in the training."

"Hmmm? What do you mean?", I asked.

"Well, class isn't enough. If you'd let me, I'll put your name on the list for training sessions."

"Just what is involved in these training sessions?", I asked carefully.

"Oh, not much. Just some nights, when you're available, one of the more experienced girls brings around one of the newer ones, so she can practice her lessons. You know what I mean.", said Julie.

"Hmmm. Yes, I do. Well, okay, I guess."

"Great!"



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Chapter 4


After a light lunch, I returned to my room and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. This high living, the food and booze, was going to kill me if I didn't get some exercise. Of course, around here I'd be more likely to have a heart attack with some young Julie working me over instead, the girl dutifully trying to resuscitate the wrong part of my anatomy. I resolved to go out with a smile on my face.

Once outside, I trotted over to the jogging track and started to run. I ran for a full hour, sometimes jogging, sometimes sprinting. After about five or six laps, I was sweating pretty good. The poisons were almost completely out of the system. Just a bit more work to do for the afternoon.

As I slowed near the end, I spotted a young blonde watching me by the track. "Hey!", I called out. "Can you go get me something cold?", I panted.

"Sure. What do you want?"

I jogged in place for a moment. "Anything. Juice. Water. Whatever. Just make it tall and cold."

"Sure, give me a few minutes."

"No sweat.", I gasped out. "I'll be back after one more lap." She waved as I took off.

I really went all out the last two klicks, and when I returned five minutes later, the blonde was standing there with a tall and frosty glass. I slowed and walked over. "Thanks.", I panted out, and took the glass. Lemonade! Nectar of the Gods! I drained it in one swallow.

"Honey, that was just great. Now, which way to the pool? I need a few laps." The sweat was pouring off me, and I just plain wasn't bearable, even to myself.

"Follow me.", the girl said. "I was about to take a dip myself."

"Great." I kicked off my sneakers and socks, and after picking them up, quickly caught up to her. Pretty girl. A short terry cloth beach cover and sandals. "Who are you? What's your name? No nametag?"

Smiling, she said, "Sue. And you're Mr. deFrame. And where on a swimsuit would I put a nametag?" Touché.

I was too winded to talk, so we silently went to the large pool. It looked about Olympic size, so I figured a couple of laps should cool me off pretty good. It looked fairly empty, just two couples, one at each end, one sitting on the edge, the other in the water kissing. But as I got closer it became quite apparent that the embracing couple wasn't just kissing! Their suits were laying poolside, the man was in a corner supporting himself with arms on the edge, the woman entwined about him, face flushed, eyes closed, bouncing against his loins. I continued walking past them to the other end, where I saw the other couple watching, her hand down his swimsuit, working furiously. I kept walking.

A hundred yards further, around a hedge and out of sight of the big pool, I found a smaller pool. Mercifully empty. I'm not quite kinky enough for that much public display of affection. Maybe by the end of the week, but not yet, not just yet. I threw my shoes and socks on a lounge chair, peeled off my sweat soaked shirt, and dove in. Oh, that felt good! I dove deep and touched the bottom before surfacing. I looked around. Sue had kicked off her sandals and tossed her wrap on another chair, and was sitting on the edge. She was an okay looker, at least if you liked blonde goddesses with big hooters.

I flicked some water at her and started my laps. This wasn't an Olympic pool. I swam laps for maybe twenty, thirty minutes. On my return laps I'd catch a glimpse of Sue. Mostly she sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water. Occasionally, I'd see her flip around and drop off the edge, but only neck deep. Then she'd pop out again. Finally, I felt all exercised out, and swam to her side.

"I thought you wanted to swim?", I asked.

"Nope, just a few quick dips. The chlorine really bothers my eyes. I really wanted to work on my tan." A worthy aspiration for any golden goddess. "You know, if you don't get some lotion on, you're really going to burn! You have no idea how fast you can fry down here."

She was right, too. Even in the late afternoon, the sun was high and bright and hot. "Make you a deal.", I said. "You oil my back, and I'll oil yours."

"Deal.", she agreed with a big grin, and stood up. I jackknifed out of the water, and she grabbed our stuff. "Come on.", she said, and walked around a tall hedge.

I followed her a few feet and we entered a small, hedge enclosed garden. Entering, she turned and closed a gate behind us. I noticed that Sue had thoughtfully grabbed a number of towels from a stack near the pool, and I took one from her. I quickly rubbed myself dry, while Sue spread the others on the neatly manicured lawn, side by side. I plopped down on the makeshift carpet and the girl reached into her cover-up and pulled out a small bottle of suntan lotion.

"Use a lot.", she said, pouring a handful out. She gave me the bottle. "It's not all that strong."

Well, she was the expert. I always listen to professionals. Which raised another question. Professionals get paid. What was the compensation scheme for these girls? Yet something else to ask Mr. Wilkerson. I oiled my legs and chest accordingly.

Sue's hands on my back felt delicious. I could take that for hours. But her warnings sounded a bell in my mind, and I pulled away after a few minutes. Turning to her, I announced, "Your turn. Lie down."

"What?"

"You do my back, I do yours. That was the deal. Lie down and I'll oil you up, too!"

Grinning, she promptly laid back and rolled onto her stomach. "Okay!" She reached behind her neck and then her back, and untied her string top. Then she put her hands beneath her head and closed her eyes against the sunlight.

I poured a goodly amount of oil into one palm, put the bottle down, and rubbed my hands together. Then I knelt by her side and began a long, slow massage. Sue had long, very golden, blonde hair, held together in a long ponytail. A deep golden tan, with no strap marks. After the first handful of oil had been rubbed in, I reached over and undid the ponytail. Carefully, I laid her hair to the side of her head, away from her face, and then poured more oil on her back. This I massaged in longer. Then I had her stretch out her arms, and I rubbed lotion onto them.

Next, I poured a thin line of oil up each outstretched leg. Starting at her naked, golden, feet, I worked my way north, rubbing the oil into the backs and sides of her legs. All the while, Sue was murmuring contentedly, eyes closed. Finally, I was about as high as I could go. Feeling brave, I gently untied the strings holding on the bikini bottom. The front strings fell to the ground, and delicately taking the back strings, one between each thumb and forefinger, pulled the bottom back and down between her legs.

Interesting! No tan lines here either! I poured more oil on Sue's golden globes, and applied my hands to her gluteus maximus (maximi?) My fingers massaged her buns, while my thumbs rubbed oil throughout the crack of her ass, and down towards the treasure hidden beneath.

After several minutes of this, I gently rolled the girl onto her back. Sue's eyes stayed closed, and I oiled the fronts of her arms, while my own eyes feasted on the vision at my knees. Real class-A knockers, C cups, topped by hard, dark red nipples, jutting up from her tits. Only her hairdresser knew for sure if she was a real blonde, because her lower lips were shaved as smooth as the day she was born. I should have guessed, considering the swimsuit lying beside her. After her arms were done, I moved down to oil her legs. I was saving the best parts for last.

The best parts came soon. Sue's eyes were still shut, but if they had been open, she would have seen a tentpole in my shorts. I hadn't done this in years, not since a wild weekend in Fort Lauderdale one spring break. I moved back up to her midsection and poured the rest of the bottle on her upturned tits, her belly button, and the cleft between her legs. I tossed the bottle to the side and went to work.

First I concentrated on her stomach. The oil went in all around the gentle curve of her belly. Then I slowly worked my way up her sides, to her neck and shoulders. By now, Sue's murmurs had turned to gentle moans. When her shoulders were nice and greasy, I moved one hand down to each breast and thoroughly oiled them. I concentrated on her large and prominent nipples. Wouldn't want them to get burned! Sue's back arched and her moans grew less and less gentle.

Finally, I moved back down her stomach and pushed my hands between her legs. I gently spread her outstretched legs apart. By now my fingers were aching from exertion, but I gladly willed them to the final effort. Moving them through the last strands of oil, I put all ten on the only unprotected portion of her anatomy and vigorously massaged the oil in. Nothing was left undone, not the lips, not the pulsing pink bud between them, not the long pink tunnel below. The effect was electrifying. Sue let out a low cry, a scream of joy, and arched her back as if to break her spine. Thrashing wildly, she cried out the unbearable pleasure radiating outwards from her innermost depths.

Ultimately, the pain in my hands took over, and slowly they receded from her loins. Sagging back into the towel beneath her, Sue gasped and panted back to recovery. Finally she spoke.

"Holy Jesus, Mr. deFrame, you really are something else!"

"What do you mean?", I asked, flexing my fingers back from lifelessness. "And how come all you girls know my name?"

Sue moved forward and leaned back on her elbows. Looking at me with a wicked smile, she said, "We have big blowups of all the guests down in the dorm. So we can learn who's who. Some we use as dartboards." She leaned forward and grasped the tentpole. "And some we don't."

"Really?", I asked calmly. Not that I was all that calm. She kept her hand on my erection, rubbing it through the shorts.

"We talk about everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything." Rising to her knees, she grasped the waistband of my shorts firmly, and in the wink of an eye had tugged them down to my knees. "Like just how good in bed you can be. I want to find out if what they say is true."

And with that, she whirled around, facing away from me, and put her head to the towels. Kneeling, she spread her knees wide. "Now, put it in my ass!", she commanded.

"You want me to ass fuck you?", I asked incredulously. I don't think I'd ever had a women ask that before!

"Yeah. You'll like it, I guarantee. Ever done it before? It's really tight and hot. Come on, I give great ass!" She reached her hands back and spread the oily cheeks wide. Her sphincter stared back at me, slowly relaxing open.

What the fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound! Holding my dick in one hand, I crawled forward till it rested in the crack of her ass. Moving back slightly, I positioned the head in the small ring, and slowly pushed in.

She was right, it really was tight and hot! Once the head was completely buried, Sue gave a lunge back, and instantly I was buried to the hilt. My nuts slammed against her inner thighs, and I gave way to my darkest desires. Pushing her down onto the ground, I moved my legs and straddled her thighs. Then, still buried up her chocolate speedway, I began to literally fuck her ass off. Withdrawing to the point of pulling out, I rammed back in, high speed, full power.

"Oh, God... yes... faster... harder... faster... all the way!...", screamed out Sue. "Fuck my ass!", she kept crying out. And with every thrust, her ass bucked up to meet me, her asshole clenching around my shaft. I mean, I had never felt anything like this in my life. This girl's ass was more talented than most's cunts.

Sue had been coming steadily since my first penetration. I couldn't last long myself, and shortly began to come myself. With a loud grunt, I wilted atop her back, only my hips twitching, as her grasping ass greedily pumped my member dry. Only when my dick was completely soft, and my balls totally drained, did I pull out and roll off her.

"Wow!", whispered Sue in my ear. She rolled over and snuggled against me. "The girls were right." Not knowing what to say, I said nothing, and cuddled her against my chest.

Still, the sun was still there, and I knew I'd be a lobster in only a few minutes more. A sunburned dick in a carnal paradise sounded very uninviting. Disentangling myself, I pulled my shorts back up. And I felt dirty. Not because of the kinky sex. Because of the oil and the sweat the kinky sex had caused.

"Honey, one last swim, and then we better go in."

I stood and helped her to her feet. She bent back down and picked up our stuff, but didn't dress. Looked good to me. Taking my clothes back, we walked back to the pool. As Sue led the way, I could see my come running down her legs, mingling with her own fresh pussy juice. The pool was still empty, so I threw my stuff on a chair and dove in.

Sue jumped in after me, and I swam over to her. She was standing near the shallow end, her breasts out of water. Her hands were on her cunt and ass, washing them off. Turning to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep, tongue filled kiss. "Let's clean you off, too.", she said.

And she did, right then and there. Pushing my shorts down again, she reached down and ran her hands over my cock and balls, washing off any trace of her anus. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, her actions slowly brought my cock alive again, slowly growing to fill her hands. This only increased her motions, and a few minutes later, the expert hand job caused my jism to squirt out, to mix with the chlorinated water.

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Fucked out, I had left Sue to return to my room. The ever efficient Jeanine had cleaned, and my clothes had been returned, cleaned and pressed. I collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep. I slept for several hours, awakening with a ravenous appetite.

I showered and tossed on a now clean sports coat and slacks, and headed downstairs. As I passed the concierge's desk, the young lady behind it stood and asked me if I was to be free tonight, for a training session. These broads were just too damn efficient.

"Yeah, sure, I guess so."

"Very good, sir. Thank you."

Well, if my bedtime snack was taken care of, I still had dinner and after dinner to survive. I proceeded to the restaurant, and took a table to myself. After seeing my waitress, I knew what dessert was going to be. I shook my head at the silent offers of company from a few unattached ladies.

I had a really great meal. Oysters, salad, a monster steak, a small bottle of Beaujolais. Every time Teresa came back, I made sure we talked. Very lovely. A tall redhead with waist length hair, very long legs, and an intriguing bust. And rather witty, to boot. When I ordered the oysters Rockefeller, she commented they'd put lead in my pencil.

"Who should I write to?", I asked.

"I love long letters.", she said cryptically, then smiled and sashayed back to the kitchen.

Fine with me, the chase was on! With each course, further comments were elicited, as to how salads had vitamins, steak had lots of protein, and the wine was good to replenish vital bodily fluids. Like all the waitresses, she wore a two piece outfit, a long peasant dress, with a laced up bodice and buttons from waist to hem. These buttons were completely undone, exposing a long lace petticoat which also buttoned up the front, and was just opaque enough to be semi-discreet. She didn't wear anything under the top, so that her cleavage was readily apparent, right down to her jewel of a navel. Whenever she was present, I made sure I talked to her, so I could feast my eyes on her. She didn't mind, either.

Finally, dawdling over a small slice of cheesecake and coffee, I asked her when she got off duty.

Lightly bending over the table (And knowingly giving me an excellent look down the front of her dress!), she responded. "Well, that's hard to say. I mean, I'm on duty till we close up. But if something, um, came up, I could take off early." She looked at me inquiringly.

Well, something had certainly come up. And I knew just how I wanted it taken care of, too.

"Hmmm. Maybe you'd be able to take off in a few minutes. It's looking to be a lovely night. Perhaps a walk in the garden?"

"What a lovely idea. It's such a romantic evening. Why don't you give me about ten minutes to clean up a bit. Or perhaps I should change first?"

"Oh, no, that's not necessary." Quite unnecessary, in fact. I looked forward to unlacing that bodice! "But maybe a small bottle of wine? And two glasses?"

"I'll be back before you know it.", she said. And then taking away the last of the dishes, she turned away. My eyes followed the wiggle of her derriere, as I listened to the click of her high heeled sandals as she left.

I drained my coffee, and waited the longest ten minutes I've spent in a long time. It seemed longer, but I glanced at my watch as she returned, and it was almost ten on the dot. I stood to greet her and, removing the chilled bottle of wine from her hand, took her hand in my free hand and bent over it, kissing it. Teresa's face lit up, as she cooed, "Oh, Mr. deFrame, you're such a gentleman." Linking her arm in mine, we walked through the French doors into the courtyard.

The wait had been worth it. Teresa looked even better, if at all possible. In ten minutes she had washed her face and hands (And maybe more!), brushed out her hair, applied a light but powerful perfume, changed into a clean uniform (both parts), and changed to a pair of sheer stockings. Stopping near the edge of the stone courtyard, I opened the bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. Then we continued walking, sipping and talking.

Finally we came to a rather dark and secluded section near the jogging path. Setting my glass and the bottle down on a low stone wall, I placed my hands on her waist and gently lifted her onto it. Then I refilled our glasses.

"Just look.", said Teresa, pointing to the full moon. "In Mexico, that's called the 'Lover's Moon'. It's the moon of romance."

Now this I took with a fair sized grain of salt. I knew that if I came a few weeks later, during the crescent moon, I'd be told the same thing. But I looked up anyway, and agreed that it was a sight to make anyone romantic.

"It's so warm, tonight. Don't you agree?", asked Teresa.

It was warm, but when I looked at her again, I suspected the faint sheen of perspiration was due more to the wine, and her desires. Stepping closer, I drained my glass, and set it to the side. Reaching up to her collar, I placed my fingers on the lacing holding it together, and said, "Perhaps, we should loosen this up, and you'd be able to breathe easier." As I slowly undid the silky laces, I moved my head towards hers, and Teresa's soft, full lips met mine.

We kissed for several minutes, the girl's tongue darting out to explore my lips, my teeth, my tongue. We continued kissing until I had finished unlacing her bodice. Then I broke the kiss, and stepped back slightly. Moving closer, I stepped between her widespread knees, and tenderly pushed her collar down, off her shoulders. Lord, she had beautiful breasts! Soft and firm at the same time, with tiny nipples that jutted from the tips, aiming straight at me from the large full tits. I leaned back in and resumed our kiss, as I moved my hands along her flanks until they cupped her fullness. Teresa moaned into my open mouth, as my thumbs softly flicked those nipples, and my fingers gently kneaded her breasts. Her moans became rapidly more heated, and our tongues frantically sought each other, to begin a silent dance in the dark.

Teresa's fingers, hitherto laced behind my neck, moved to my front, and beneath our joined faces, began to unbutton my dress shirt. Partially open, she moved those fingers within, and I soon felt the long fingernails scratching at my nipples. Once more, I broke the kiss. Leaning downward, I pulled her petticoat up to my waist, and began to slowly unbutton it. As each button opened, I allowed a little of the fabric to slip through my fingers, slowly draping away from the long legs. As soon as I began this, Teresa resumed undoing my shirt. But even better, she lifted her legs and wrapped them behind mine, trapping me in a situation I had no thought of escaping. Taking my time, I undid all her buttons but the last, the top most, so she was still wearing the petticoat, but now quite immodestly. The sheer nylons stopped slightly above mid-thigh, and pointed the way to the soft curls at their apex. She was a natural redhead.

I moved my hands back to Teresa's breasts and began fondling them again. By now she had completely undone my shirt, and her supple fingers moved lower. The caresses I lavished on her tits had begun to really work her up. Now the was lightly sweating all over, the moon reflecting brightly off her shoulders and her belly as well. Her breasts heaved beneath my hands, and her breathing became shorter and more ragged. Despite the way her dress' shoulders inhibited her arm motions, she quickly undid my belt and zipper. Pushing my slacks down and grasping my erect manhood in both hands, Teresa tightened her legs around my waist, and drew me into her.

Positioning my cockhead at the entrance to her cleft, she pulled me within. I leaned forward and buried myself. Despite my intention to slowly enter her, Teresa literally dragged me deeper, gently tugging on my engorged root, as her legs continued tightening around me. I shuffled forward, being careful not to knock her off the wall. I could see the deep flush come across her breasts and face. My fingers continued to nip and pinch her nipples, and the aroused girl kept both hands in our joined crotches. I began thrusting in and out, as Teresa's legs spasmodically pulled me in and then released me back again. Her thumbs worked frantically on her clitoris, hidden within the folds of flesh, and her fingernails, before so delightfully scratching my chest, now scratched the sides and bottom of my cock.

If Teresa wasn't the original 'Juicy Lucy', like Kathy this morning, she was sure a close second. As I fucked her, I could feel her hot juices running down my cock, to evaporate off my balls, swinging beneath me in the cool breeze. I leaned back in, and she frantically began to kiss me, hard and desperate. Her moans of passion became louder, and were no longer stopped in my throat. Within moments, she began bucking uncontrollably against me, her hands flying back to my naked ass, dragging me even closer.

Still, I wasn't quite done yet. Moving my hands down to her legs, I moved them under the fabric and cupped her bare ass cheeks. Now I began to hammer her, driving in, yanking out, literally bouncing her on and off the wall. Shrieking wildly, she came a second time. Continuing, I drove her to a third orgasm, before exploding into her, lifting her off the wall, and impaling her, totally wrapped around me.

After a seemingly endless moment, I slowly placed her back on the wall. We were both breathing heavily, and Teresa sagged against my bare chest. Stepping back, I pulled her shoulder straps up, and began to button my shirt again. But Teresa had other ideas. Reaching down, she undid the last button holding her petticoat on. Standing weakly, she used it to wipe her draining gash, and then threw it to the ground between us.

"I think I need to clean you off!", she told me. So saying, she dropped to her knees on her petticoat, and immediately began to lick the lingering passion from my groin. As my cock slowly came alive, she rapidly moved around it, licking and sucking my moist thighs and nuts. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I took her head in my hands and crammed my cock in her mouth. Opening wide, she took the entire length in. She immediately began to huff and puff, breathing around it and sucking simultaneously. My hips were in high speed, literally face fucking the kneeling girl. Despite the way her pussy had drained my root, it wasn't long before I came again, spurting down her throat as she slurped and sucked.

Finished, I helped her to her feet again. After we had made ourselves more presentable, I poured the rest of our wine into my glass, and made it a loving cup for the pair of us. Then sated, both body and soul, I escorted her inside.

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I dragged my sorry ass back to my room. Entering, I stripped down as I walked to the bathroom. Despite Teresa's best efforts, I could still feel the stickiness of our loving on me. The hot shower semi-revived me, and I luxuriated in the steaming spray.

Drying myself, I threw on a robe and went back into the living room to pick up after myself. And was greeted by a pair of young women.

"Good evening, Mr. deFrame! I hope you've been having a good time.", said the oldest.

Oh, shit! The training session! I'd forgotten all about it! Christ, I hoped I could perform. A limp dick now wouldn't do me any good, the way these babes talked among themselves. Oh, well, best make the attempt.

"Evening. I didn't hear you come in. I hope I haven't kept you waiting?"

"Oh, no sir. We just came in ourselves.", continued the oldest. "I'm Mary, and this is Maggie. Maggie's kind of new here, and I came along to sort of show her the ropes."

Mary was young, late teens, maybe twenty. Brunette, medium height and build. She was wearing a yellow teddy, covered by a short yellow robe, very loosely tied. Pretty girl. Maggie was a bit of a different story. I doubted if she was even fifteen yet, but trying very hard to seem more grown up and less nervous than she appeared. She was in the full panoply of late night slutwear, a black 'Merry Widow' cut to display her still budding breasts (Which, to be honest, showed considerable promise for when she grew up.), black stockings, black high heels, and a transparent black cover-up. Her hair was tied in a black bow, and another black ribbon circled her neck. Her makeup was a touch overdone, as when a teenage girl tries to appear grown up. Which was the overall impression conveyed.

If I sent her home, I just knew she'd be heartbroken. Better brazen it out and hope for the best. "Certainly.", I said. "What would you like me to do?"

Mary responded, "Well, that's really up to you isn't it." The two girls approached me. "Why don't you take a seat?", said Mary.

I moved to the couch and sat down in the center. "Now,", the older girl said. "Anything in particular? Or maybe just start off with some relaxing fellatio?"

Good Lord! Another blow job. If they found me dead in the morning, they could put on my tombstone 'Here he lies, out of luck. Couldn't take another suck!' "Well, okay. That sounds interesting.", was all I could think of.

Nervously smiling, Maggie knelt before me. Mary knelt on the couch beside me and opened my bathrobe up. My dick still just lay there, but I could feel it starting to stir. Maybe this wasn't to be the disaster I thought it was. Maggie crawled between my legs and lowered her head to my crotch.

Now there is no such thing as a bad blow job. But there are great blow jobs and not so great blow jobs. This ranked among the latter. Maggie's mouth just wasn't large enough to fully take me yet. In addition, she had a real tendency to bite and nip my cockhead, which was REAL distracting. I survived by reaching over and pulling Mary's teddy down enough so that her tits came out the top, and then gently fondling her nipples. After an eternity of very simplistic sucking and minimal tongue action, I was relieved to ejaculate into the child's mouth.

"Really nice, honey. I think you're quite a lady.", I told her. She was looking up at me, licking her lips and swallowing, almost pathetically asking my approval. "But right now, you'll have to excuse me. I've got to use the bathroom." As I stood, I caught Mary's eye and motioned her to follow me. She told Maggie she also had to go, and stood and followed me, adjusting her teddy as she walked.

When we got to the bathroom I closed the door behind us. Maggie started, by asking in a whisper what I thought.

"Look, she's got potential, but she's just so young!", I whispered back. "She's got to do some growing, and take a few more classes."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. deFrame..."

"No, no, don't be. She's just not quite ready for the big leagues."

"Well, I'll take her and go. I'll tell her you're too tired from the day. I'll let her down easy."

"Please do.", I said. "Don't hurt her feelings." I continued whispering. "Later, when you've tucked her in, why don't you come back up."

"Well, certainly, sir."

"Listen, don't worry if I'm asleep. I'm kind of tired. But who knows what might pop up later on or in the morning."

Mary grinned and went back into the living room. After I heard them leave, I went out, cleaned up and turned off the lights.



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Chapter 5: Wednesday


I awoke to a warm, comfy, lived-together feeling that told me I wasn't alone. Or maybe it was the arm draped over my waist. But why? I rolled towards the center of the bed and slowly raised a single bleary eyelid. I was right. I wasn't alone. I should have been a detective.

It was a she, a brunette with a young face. She was propped up on one elbow, facing me. Something from last night bubbled to the surface. Muttering softly, I murmured, "You're... you're..."

"Mary.", she said brightly. Good morning, Mr. deFrame!"

"Mary, yeah right, Mary.", I muttered blankly.

"Uh, huh. Last night you told me to come back after tucking in Maggie? You said you might be asleep? Don't you remember?"

Beneath my breath I gave a quiet "Oh, shit!" which caused the young face to explode in laughter. It all came back to me now. Some detective. Opening the second eye, I brought my free hand up and rubbed my face. "Yeah, well, good morning to you, too." Mary continued to laugh.

"I hope I didn't snore.", I said. "My second wife used to complain I snored."

"Not by my account. You were dead by the time I got back. What became of number two?"

"Took up with a bodybuilder who doesn't snore."

"A bodybuilder, huh?"

"Yeah. Who immediately built a yuppie gym. From what I've seen, his monthly income exactly matches my alimony check."

Mary flopped back on the bed and laughed uproariously at this. Somehow the humor was lost on me. I freed the arm underneath me and used both hands to rub the sleep from my eyes. My vision now clearer, if almost certainly bloodshot, I draped my upper arm across her waist. "What time is it, anyway?", I asked.

Mary pointed to a large clock at the foot of the bed. "Mickey's big hand..."

"Oh, shut up.", I responded. I looked at the clock. It really was a Mickey Mouse clock, an antique from the Forties. Mickey's big hand was half past the seven, and his little hand was on the six. Staring, I stupidly said, "Oh, shit.", again.

What little control she had was lost completely. Mary went into convulsions of laughter, until the tears came out. A bright laughter, which made her face radiate her beauty. Beautiful pearly teeth showed through the wide spread and grinning lips. Good men would kill to see that smile.

Finally, still shaking with mirth, she rolled onto her side again, facing me. My arm was still draped around her waist, and Mary brought her arm between us. Then I felt her hand slowly move under the covers, tracing a line down my chest. It lingered a moment at my navel and then moved lower.

"Last night you said something might come up in the morning. Anything coming to mind?", she asked. Her fingers swirled around my flaccid dick.

Quite a few things were coming to mind, none of them speakable in polite society. Her ministrations brought me roaring to life, my cock almost immediately expanding to fill and then overflow her small hand. I snuggled closer to her and moved my head into the hollow of her neck, near her shoulder. Silently I began to lick and nibble the tender flesh. I gave up smoking twenty years ago, but my morning breath is too much inflict on anyone's lips.

A slight shudder went down the girl's spine, and the gentle strokes she was giving my prick became somewhat less gentle. Shifting slightly, I slid my lower arm under her neck and began rubbing her back. My free arm I used to stroke the whole of her ass and thigh. I didn't stop nibbling her neck and throat, but even without looking, I could tell she was still wearing the skimpy teddy I had liked the night before. I carefully brought a knee up into her crotch and began rubbing it against her pubis. I could feel the satiny curls as I pressed the catch into her pudenda.

After about five or ten minutes of increasingly heated fondling, I remembered another thing I liked about the teddy. The thin 'spaghetti' straps (Spaghetti, hell, more like angel hair pasta!) were easily pulled down to expose pleasingly rounded breasts. I brought my hand up and pulled the strap down and off her shoulder. Moving lower, my lips and teeth never stopping their work, I soon had her soft nipples between my lips, hardening and extending beneath the kisses. In so doing, we shifted slightly, and Mary brought her second hand down to my crotch. Pulling her free hand loose, she pulled it up and out of the strap, and then thrust it down to my cock again. Now both hands were frantically pulling and rubbing my erection.

Continuing to suck the exposed breast, I gently pushed Mary onto her back and then pulled the other strap down. I concentrated on this heretofore underutilized asset and Mary pulled this arm free as well. By now she was moaning quietly and whimpering into my ear. Moving my leg out of the way, I reached down and roughly tugged the snap crotch open and pulled the fabric up. Now she was only wearing the teddy around the waist. I put my hand in her crotch. Using my forefinger and ring finger to spread her cleft, I inserted my middle finger between her pussy lips. Her clitoris throbbed to my touch. This woman was READY!

By now, Mary was no longer simply moaning beneath me. Now she thrashed beneath me. Her back arching, her legs spasming under the covers, she was begging and pleading between her gasps of breath. "Please, fuck me!... Put it in!... Oh, come on!... Just fuck me, now!..."

Nothing doing. Her hands had left my dick and she had thrown her arms behind her head. Although my cock couldn't have softened with a sledge hammer, I retaliated by continuing to inflict foreplay upon her for several more minutes. Then she came, massively, her cunt twitching around my fingers, gasping and panting, her legs moving convulsively, as she screamed out her joy. I decided to let up on her. I lifted my head from her saliva soaked breasts and pulled my finger from her twat, resting my hand on her stomach. Shortly thereafter. Mary sagged back into the bedding and her frantic breathing calmed.

Moving her hands beneath the covers, she said, "You don't get off that easy." Grabbing my erection with one hand and reaching down to cup my balls with the other, she continued, "Now get on top and fuck me, right now." She gave a slight but firm squeeze to my nuts, and convinced me who was really in charge. Mary spread her legs wide and continued to hold me as I positioned myself over her. She guided my straining cock within her.

As I rapidly pistoned the girl's twat, she began to loudly moan and cry again. I remember now thinking about the old joke about the fellow who complained that the guys at the office had gotten him a sweater for his birthday. Last year they had gotten him a moaner and groaner. My foreplay had worked me up as well. I didn't last long before I gave a last fierce thrust and slumped onto her, my cock twitching and pulsing, spending itself in her spasming pussy. I lay there several moments before, gasping, I rolled off her.

"Wow! What time is it, anyway?" I looked down at Mickey. "Oh, SHIT!", I yelled. "I'm going to be late." I scrambled out of the covers. "I've got an appointment with Wilkerson in thirty minutes! I'll never make it!"

Mary scrambled out of bed and pushed me into the bathroom. "Yes, you will. Now go take a shower and shave. Go! Go!"

I was considerably less sanguine about bathing, shaving, dressing, and getting down to the restaurant before nine. Normally, no matter what, come death or dismemberment, it takes me about forty-five minutes to come alive. Well, granted, Mary had definitely awakened me, but still. I'd never get to eat! And these girls had made me famished!

Still, by the time I got out of the bath and back into the bedroom, Mary had things well in hand. She had stripped off the teddy and had slipped on the robe and heels again. In addition, she had been into the kitchenette and made me a cup of coffee. It was instant, but I didn't care. I sipped it gingerly while I stared at her body, pleasantly outlined under the sheer robe, until she smiled and pushed me to the closet. "Come on, knock it off and get dressed!", she laughed.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Hurry up! Breakfast's here.", said Mary as she headed for the door. I dressed rapidly in a white dress shirt, gray tie, and blue suit. I figured this was an important meeting, and wanted to look like more than just a middle aged slouch. Slipping on socks and black Oxfords, I walked out to the living room. No hot breakfast, but several types of juice and buns, and real coffee greeted me. Mary was moving them from a tray onto the table.

"Sit! Eat!", she commanded. A very demanding wench. I sat. I ate. Mary came around and wrapped a napkin around my neck.

Pouring herself some OJ, the girl sat down next to me. Her movements had loosened the robe somewhat and I had a clear view of one nice breast. I glanced at my watch and saw I had a few minutes leeway. Reaching over with one hand, I untied the robe, and it fell away from her. Taking the jelly donut from her hand, I gently squeezed the jelly onto her nipples. "Eat the jelly.", I said. Two can play this game, I thought.

Smiling, Mary said, "Don't forget your appointment." Then she set down the donut. Cupping her breasts, she leaned her head down and began to lick the upper curve of her lovely tits. She shifted in her chair to face me, and spread her legs wide. The thin hair came apart to reveal the wet pinkness within. Her nipples hardened beneath her caresses, and I could see her clit begin to expand and throb. Mary applied herself to the cleanup with a vengeance. By the time I was finishing my repast, her breasts were squeaky clean. Now one hand had moved between her legs and was vigorously fingering her clitoris. The other lifted a breast to her lips, which had the entire nipple in their gentle grasp.

My time was up. I threw down my napkin and reached over to her free breast, I clamped my fingers on the nipple and roughly pinched and pulled it. Mary gasped and moaned. She stopped sucking her tit and arched backward in her chair. The now freed hand raced to her crotch, and all four fingers snaked their way up her cunt. Fistfucking herself, she screamed out her orgasm. I stood and bent down to kiss her jelly crusted lips, then left.

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I arrived at Wilkerson's office just as the clock struck the hour. A very pretty secretary mentioned she wasn't sure I was going to be on time, and pushed a buzzer on her desk. "Mr. Wilkerson? Mr. deFrame is here.", she announced.

A tinny voice said, "Bring him in please, Becky. Thank you."

Becky stood to escort me into the inner sanctum. I began to suspect that Wilkerson went fishing in the secretarial pool. A tall brunette, Becky was dressed in the same uniform as the other staff girls were, but this seemed considerably more abbreviated than the others. The skirt was damn near microscopic, highlighting legs that just didn't seem to stop, and the jacket only accentuated a most impressive superstructure. I could easily see the girl working in a variety of positions under her boss.

"Ah, Mr. deFrame, welcome! I hope you've been enjoying your stay with us."

Turning to the voice, I saw a small, thin, man, perhaps late fifties, early sixties, standing behind a mahogany desk. He was dressed in a gray suit, and I was glad I had dressed the part. The room was large, with dark walnut paneling, bookshelves lining one side, richly carpeted in a burgundy plush, and with several matching leather upholstered armchairs facing the desk. A large set of doors opened onto a small courtyard.

"I'm Jonathan Wilkerson." Wilkerson said, shaking my hand. A good, firm grip. He waved me towards the chair near me. "Please sit. I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you earlier in your stay, but I was away on business. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you. It's a bit early for me."

"Well, then some coffee perhaps?"

"That would be nice.", I said.

Wilkerson pushed a button on his phone. "Becky, two coffees, please." He released the button. "Now has your stay been pleasant?"

Sitting, I said, "Thank you. Yes, it has. Most delightful, in fact. Not quite what I was expecting."

"Oh?", he said. Now that I had a chance to get a better look, I'd have to say sixty or sixty one. Quite a few wrinkles to the face and extremely advanced male pattern baldness. But also in good shape, quite healthy. Who knows, maybe he really could give Becky a run for her money. "What were you expecting?", he asked with a curious smile.

"Uh, well, I'm not really sure. But certainly not this." I waved my hands at the surroundings and we both laughed. "I must admit that I find your whole operation quite fascinating."

Wilkerson looked around and smiled. "Yes, it is rather nice, if I do say so myself. The ladies have been seeing to all your needs? You've gotten around to see the grounds?"

"Oh, my, yes. They've been most, er, attentive. And they've shown me all over." Somehow, even as I said this, I felt foolish, and I felt my face grow red. But Wilkerson paid no attention and continued.

Becky brought in the coffees, setting one before each of us. I watched appreciatively as she bent to serve us, then left.

"Excellent. You must have some questions. Everyone does."

"Well, now that you mention it, why the physical? How many coronaries do these girls cause, anyway?"

Wilkerson stared at me for a second, then gave a hearty laugh. "Well, I must admit, I'm not easily surprised, but that did it." He laughed some more. "Most men ask me something quite different." Chuckling, he continued, "Blood work. Blood tests. Let's just say that an environment like ours gives an excellent field for certain communicable diseases. We need to protect both our guests and staff." He raised his eyebrows knowingly.

The clap! Or worse. So before somebody could get his hands on the babes, he had to pass Henson first. I smiled in return. "Of course. So what is the most common question raised?"

Wilkerson smiled, "Why, 'Where do you find all these beautiful women?'. of course."

"And?"

Wilkerson brought his hands to his face. Making a steeple of his forefingers, he paused for a moment before continuing. "My typical answer is that I raise them in the basement, like mushrooms. But, of course, that's not really true, you know. Without going into the details, let me ask you if you have any idea of the number of teenage female runaways each year in the States? No? Well, more than a few thousand, escaping sometimes painfully hard and difficult lives. I have agents in most major cities, constantly on the lookout for potential recruits."

I was shocked! "Really? I had no idea!"

"Yes. It's quite unfortunate, actually. Often fleeing drunken or abusive, or worse, parents. They come to the big city thinking things can't be any worse. And of course, they almost always are, sometimes quite shockingly. Surely you realize the levels of drug use, of prostitution, of crime inflicted on these very young and often very innocent children." I nodded my understanding. "Well, my agents are always watching for the prettiest. They look for girls who have seen enough hard times to be interested in a change, but not sunk so low to be unsalvageable by our resources. They select those who would seem to be most attracted to the lifestyle we offer, and send them on to us down here."

Still,", he continued. "Often they have suffered in their previous lives. I request that you, under no circumstances, ask a young lady about her life before coming here. If she volunteers it, that's different. But no 'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' Okay?"

"Understood. But, I would think some would simply come for the food and money, and then try to escape or get out.", I commented.

"Oh, certainly some do. But they don't have to escape. They aren't locked in or anything. And they can catch a bus after a thirty minute walk! Let me ask you a question. Have any of the young ladies you've met been anything but eager? Enthusiastic? Happy?"

To be honest, no. I admitted so.

"Consider from the child's viewpoint. They arrive here hungry, tired, cold, broke, lonely. Junkies and pimps have been after them from the time they left home. They've been robbed, beaten, perhaps raped. We offer them a full belly, a warm place to sleep, clean clothes, friends their own age, fun in the sun even. Whatever they were running from, they won't be hurt by it here. We care for them and protect them. We offer education and a potential future. Is it all that amazing that the vast majority of the girls stay here, and gladly?"

"Not when you put it that way, I suppose.", I said. "The girls I've met do seem quite happy."

"Generally, they are. The organization mirrors the leader. I truly care for them. They know it. Everything done here helps the girls, as well as provides a valuable and desired service for our clientele. They arrive here not quite innocent, but ignorant and often shamefully educated. They all graduate with a GED, and often extensive hands on training in other fields. In addition, we ensure they blossom into their fullest potential. In return, we provide room and board, a modest stipend for spending money, and the opportunity to start their lives over, in the company of a wealthy and caring patron."

"You sound quite convincing.", I said. "Where do I enlist?"

Wilkerson leaned back and laughed again. "I suppose I deserved that. I guess I do go on a bit."

"No problem.", I said smiling. "But I'm curious. What do I do? Just pick one? That hardly seems like it would generate the guaranteed perfect mate I was promised."

Wilkerson shook his head at me. "Not hardly. We use somewhat more precise methods than that." He stood and came around the desk. "Why don't you come over here?", he asked, indicating a large leather recliner. He pushed a button on the wall, and a section of walnut paneling whirred away. A large screen was hidden beneath. Simultaneously, a projector dropped from a recess in the ceiling. This was like a James Bond flick! I put down my empty coffee cup and walked over. The coffee had a funny taste to it, but I thought that Becky just made a lousy cup of coffee. This was not a girl to fire over coffee.

"Have a seat, Mr. deFrame. I want to show you a movie about the Wilkerson Institute. This should answer any final questions, and then we can get down to business."

I shrugged my shoulders and sat. I heard Wilkerson go back and sit behind his desk. The drapes closed electrically, and the lights dimmed, and then the movie started. It was kind of odd at first. A glowing ball seemed to move around the screen, then it expanded to show two beautiful young women walking around the gardens. I figure the film lasted maybe thirty or forty minutes. A succession of young girls, always in pairs, showed the grounds and talked about their interests. In some cases these interests and desires were rather explicit, if not downright kinky. Finally the film ended.

Wilkerson moved behind me, and the lights came on again. The room returned to the way it was at first. "Now, Mr. deFrame, why don't you come back over here." He gestured at my original chair, and held out another cup of coffee.

I hopped out of the chair, only to be greeted by a wave of nausea. Staggering slightly, I grabbed the arm of the chair and swayed for a moment. The next thing I knew, Wilkerson was at my side, taking my arm. "Come along. Now sit." He guided me into an armchair. Handing me the coffee, he said, "Now drink. This will help counteract the aftereffects." Huh?! Catching my breath, I sipped the coffee. I almost spit it out it was so bitter. "No! Drink it all!", he commanded.

I finished the cup and felt my head beginning to clear. I shook my head to clear the last cobwebs, and saw Wilkerson move to his desk and touch the intercom button on his phone. "Becky? Have Tina and Louise report to my office. Thank you."

"What aftereffects?", I demanded. "What happened?" I was quite confused.

Wilkerson came back and sat in the armchair next to me. Pursing his lips, he obliquely said, "Let me explain. Have you ever heard of biometric analysis? No? Well, it's a technique pioneered in the advertising field."

He continued, "You've seen the ads where a pretty girl is holding up or using some product? Well, the gentlemen on Madison Avenue were worried that people were watching the girl, not the product. They pay to have you watch the product. So some bright fellow figured out a way to measure exactly what the watcher was really watching!" He pointed over at the chair I had watched the movie from. "Specifically, a low power infrared laser, hidden in the wall, tracks the motion of your eyeball. Your iris actually. Anyway, it can follow exactly what you are looking at on the screen. A computer program then can tell us whether it's the girl or the drain cleaner she's carrying. Follow me so far?"

Nodding slowly, I said, "Roughly. But there's no product."

"Really? Isn't there? In our case, the girls themselves are the product, so to speak. Other sensors are also used, as well."

I just stared at Wilkerson for a moment. "You'd better run this by me again. I'm still not clear on this."

Wilkerson smiled and continued. "Okay. Back to the advertising example. By measuring where your eyes are aimed, we can tell if you're looking at the drain cleaner or the blonde holding it. The computer can tell, quite accurately, in fact, whether your eyes are on the girl's legs, her face, her breasts, or instead where we want it, on the label of the bottle. Now, apply it to the problem before us. How do we determine the precise type of girl needed to meet your needs?"

"As you may have noted, the movie contained scenes, side by side comparisons of two young ladies. In our case, the computer determines which you prefer. Your eye movements are completely involuntary, they cannot lie. Even if you tell me you prefer blondes for example, if you constantly watch the redheads, I'll know that is your true preference."

"Hmmph.", I said. "I could tell you all of that."

"Maybe yes, maybe no. In any case, it is extremely unlikely you will tell me all the details of your sexual preferences. These are the most private aspects of your life, and you'd never tell them to a stranger. That's why we use the other sensors, and why some of the sequences seemed more graphic then others."

"What other sensors?", I asked.

"That chair is probably the most expensive in the complex.", said Wilkerson, pointing towards the viewing chair. "Buried beneath it's surface are monitors for heart rate, respiration rate, even galvanic skin response. When you see a pretty girl, you breathe faster, your pulse increases, even your skin conductivity changes. These effects are monitored, recorded, and analyzed by a master computer."

"How so?"

"Well consider. We show a picture with two women, one blonde, the other brunette, very similar except for hair color. Your eyes stay on the brunette 10% more than on the blonde. As a first approximation, you are 10% more interested in brunettes. Now, examine the next step. Again, a blonde and a brunette, but this time the blonde is considerably more buxom than the brunette. Now you watch the blonde 20% more than the brunette. We can, as a second approximation, state that you would have preferred a buxom brunette 30% more than a blonde. And so forth."

"Sounds rather complicated."

"Not really.", said Wilkerson. "But the computations are rather lengthy and time consuming. Ultimately it breaks down to N linear equations in N variables."

Just then, the intercom buzzed. Becky spoke, her voice now sounding tinny, "Mr. Wilkerson? Tina and Louise are here. Should I send them in?"

"Not yet. Have them wait out there until I call."

"Yes, sir."

The interlude had reminded me of what had happened after I stood up. "So? What's with the really lousy coffee. You drug me? Or something?"

"Actually, yes.", Wilkerson replied calmly. "It's necessary for the subject to be completely relaxed prior to the analysis. Your first cup of coffee was laced with a tiny amount of a mild relaxant, the second with an antidote. In most cases, you'd never even notice. A certain percentage, and I must place you in this category, will experience some dizziness, weakness, a touch of low blood pressure."

"So let me get this straight.", I said, somewhat angrily. "You slipped me a Mickey Finn and strapped me into a super lie detector!?"

"Please, calm yourself.", said Wilkerson, still smiling. "Trust me when I say, no harm has been done. The effects wear off almost immediately. And in no other way can we so rapidly determine the perfect woman for you." He stood and moved to a wet bar. "Something to drink? Juice? Real coffee? Water? I don't recommend any alcohol just yet, but you can indulge later, if you wish."

"Water. Just water."

"Certainly." Wilkerson fished ice cubes from a small icemaker and filled a glass from the tap. He returned and handed it to me, then went around his desk and sat down. I saw that despite the conservative look of the mahogany desk, it had a glass screen built into the top. Words from beneath glowed on what appeared to be a computer monitor.

"The results justify the means, so to speak. Yes...", he said, looking down at the screen. "Hmmm. Very interesting. We not only have a match, but a very high rated match at that."

"Oh? Just what does your gizmo tell you about me?", I was beginning to feel myself again, and my displeasure was dissipating.

Looking down at the screen, Wilkerson replied, "Hmm, well, you actually do prefer brunettes. Or perhaps auburn hair is more accurate. Short girls, very busty, nice legs, nice rear end, generally a voluptuarian, in fact. Close enough, so far?", he asked, looking up at me.

I was stunned. I looked over at the chair. "That thing told you all that?!", I sputtered.

"All that and more."

"Like what?"

"Let's see. You enjoy straight and oral sex. Anal sex to a lesser extent, probably needing the woman to initiate it. No major fetishes. Standard male fantasies. You prefer a girl to wear rather racy underwear, if she wears any, like to see a fair bit of leg and cleavage, short skirts, low cut tops, that sort of thing." My face began to heat and turn red. "You're not into S&M, no whips and chains, no golden showers or such. Somewhat interested in B&D, but within fairly conventional paths. Furthermore,..."

"That's enough.", I broke in. "I'm convinced."

"Er, yes, quite.", said Wilkerson, somewhat embarrassed.

"So, how do you find this dream girl?", I asked.

"Simplicity itself. Each of the young ladies has had one or more sessions much as you just finished. The computer simply links your profile up with the one that matches it most closely."

"Sort of like computer dating."

"Similar. But considerably more precise than questionnaires, as the answers are involuntary and invariably true. In addition, our investment in testing equipment and computers is considerably higher that the total investment in most computer dating services. Also, we maintain a fairly high level of, er, inventory, so to speak. You get what you pay for."

"And you found a match?", I asked excitedly.

"Oh, my, yes indeed. Quite a match, too. The computer rates these things on a scale of 1 to 100. Generally, anything less than 50 or 60 is doomed from the start. I refuse to accept anything less than 75 to 80 when placing a young lady with a client. The higher the rating, the more likely a long lasting, mutually beneficial match will be made."

"And?"

"Well, the computer has spit out a match of 95 per cent compatibility. Really quite high. At this level, even marriage is not unheard of."

"So call her in. When can I see her?"

Wilkerson smiled. "Patience, Mr. deFrame, patience. Tomorrow night, say eight, meet me in the restaurant. I'll introduce you. You must understand, I must talk to the young lady. She must consent, of course." He touched the intercom button. "Becky, please bring in Tina and Louise." The interview seemed to be winding down.

We continued talking for a few moments, then the paneled door opened, and the delectable Becky brought in two young women. I stared at them a second before rising. They were quite attractive.

"Please, Mr. deFrame, stay seated.", said Wilkerson. "I asked Becky to get Tina and Louise to take you back to your room, and to stay with you until any traces of queasiness have passed."

"Who's who?", I asked, staring at them. Tina and Louise were identical twins, medium height, long dark blonde hair, very buxom. Large frames, but carried most delightfully. They wore the school uniforms, the long, sheer, opaque gowns, light green, with matching high heels.

"You know, I'm not sure. I can never tell. Which one of you is Tina?", he asked, turning to the duo. The girl on the left raised her hand and waved her fingers at me, smiling. "Then you must be Louise?", he finished. In turn Louise waved fingers at me.

"Unfortunately, neither Tina or Louise speaks. But they compensate in other ways. Any final questions before I let them take you back?"

I stood and shook his hand. "Not right now. Oh, wait. One just came to mind. What's with the school uniforms? I mean, I can understand the outfits the receptionists and all wear. But why require the girls to wear uniforms to school? And especially outfits like this?", I asked, gesturing at the gowns.

"Oh, that. Well the uniforms reinforce the identity the girls acquire as part of our family, their place as students, and so forth. The uniforms are inexpensive, simple, easily cleaned, and so forth. These outfits work well in their, shall we say, practical training. Ladies?"

Tina and Louise turned to face Wilkerson. "The tops easily drop down to put their frontal assets on display. Girls?" The twins reached to their necks and pulled the gowns off their shrugging shoulders. Massive breasts topped by small dark nipples stared at me. At a nod from Wilkerson, they pulled the gowns up a again. The slit skirts allow easy access beneath, both from the front, Tina?..." The left hand girl moved her hands below her waist. Delicately grasping the folds of cloth, she pulled it back from her legs. Assuming a model's pose, she bent one knee and exposed her trim pubic hairs. "... And from the rear. Louise?" The other girl moved her hands behind her. Turning away from me, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Bending slightly at the waist, she spread the fabric across her delicious backside, and the globes of her ass jutted at me. "And of course, they can be easily removed." Louise stood erect again and turned to face me. In unison, the girls reached to their waists. Seconds later, the sound of Velcro opening reached me, and the girls were standing there, gowns open from neck to toe, exposing their lusciousness to my feasting eyes. "The heels accustom them to wearing spike heels, which of course, are the shoes preferred by almost all men."

"Anything else, Mr. deFrame?", asked Wilkerson.

I tore my gaze from the two young women and looked at Wilkerson. "Huh? Er, no, nothing. Uh, thank you."

"Certainly. Tina and Louise will take you back to your room. Rest. Relax. I'll see you tomorrow night, eight or so?"

"Sure, no problem. Thank you."

I turned back to Tina and Louise, but they had refastened their gowns. They approached me, one on each side, and laced their arms through mine. Together we walked from the room. But I noticed, just before the door closed, something rather interesting.

Becky had never left the room after I was introduced to the twins. She had witnessed the entire final tableau. Now her face was flushed, and her breathing had quickened, which did remarkable things for the oh, so tight jacket. As the door closed, I saw her move to a smiling Wilkerson, as her hands moved to undo her jacket. I guess he could handle her requirements, after all!



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Chapter 6


Wilkerson was right, the twins didn't speak. Medical or psychological? Still, by Wilkerson's demonstration, they could hear perfectly well. Silently they escorted me to my room. As I suspected, the girls had no intention of dropping me off. They followed me in and led me to the bedroom.

Aside from the training session the night before, I had never had sex with two women at once. I mean it's a standard male fantasy, I suppose, but when does a normal guy ever get to do something like that? Tina and Louise led me directly to the king size bed and gently pushed me down onto it. I scooted into the center and lay flat, tucking a pair of pillows under my head. This could be real interesting, and I wanted to watch.

Tina (Louise?) immediately knelt on the bed at my waist and promptly unzipped my pants. Pulling out my erection, she put her head in my crotch and began to lick the head and shaft, while one hand tenderly stroked the length of my inflamed cock and the other gently massaged my aching nuts. Meanwhile, Louise (Tina?) came around to the other side of the bed. Putting both hands at the Velcro closure to her gown, she ripped it off and threw it into the corner. Then she walked to the end of the bed, and while her sister continued to lick and suck my erection, knelt and untied my shoes. She then proceeded to remove my shoes, then my socks, and began to tug off my pants. Lifting my hips slightly, taking care not to disturb the other at her labors, I allowed my pants to be removed. Then she returned to the side opposite her twin and also buried her head in my groin.

Now it was her counterpart's turn. Leaving her sister to continue the oral attentions she had lavished on me, the first sister knelt on the bed and also removed her gown. It flew to join it's mate. First tugging my shirt and jacket away from my waist, she promptly straddled me, her dark pussy hairs tickling my navel. God, she was beautiful! Big, bouncy tits, soft cunt hairs, and a deep belly button between. Now she began to complete my disrobing, removing my tie, unbuttoning my shirt, and helping me slip my arms from the paired sleeves. Finally, when I was naked, she climbed off me and pulled my shirt and jacket from beneath me.

Then she lay down, with her head at my cock, and joined her sister in tonguing me. Moving as if in unison, the twins swiveled their bodies around on the bed. In short order, their legs were by my head, and they were lying on their sides facing me. They each raised one knee up, and I noticed they still wore their high heels, matching green spike heels, ankle strapped to keep them on regardless of their passions. Two lips and four hands continued their nonstop exertions on my stiffness. What was I to do? Only briefly considering this amazing predicament, I remembered the military adage that a good plan executed immediately was always better than a great plan executed late. I put both hands, one for each sucking girl, onto their thighs and slowly slid them north. When I reached their apexes I never stopped. Sliding my middle fingers inside the pussies gaping wide at me, I pushed them in to the hilt. Finally, buried deep within the warm and wet tunnels, I applied them energetically, as my thumbs began rapidly circling both throbbing clits.

While the twins couldn't, or wouldn't, speak, they could certainly moan! In no time at all they were moaning enthusiastically, as they scrunched their bodies closer to my outstretched hands. By now, one would be giving me severe deep throat while the other would be sucking my balls and licking my asshole. Then they would switch off, the one slowly pulling off me and working her way down her side, while the other would lick up the opposite side before reaching the top, where she continued the action by taking me deep into her throat. The tonguing and the suction never stopped.

I knew I couldn't last long doing this. I increased the speed of my finger fucks. Finally, as the twins moaned and thrashed their pelvises on the bed, Tina (Louise?) began to rapidly bob her head up and down on the organ stuffed between her lips. Her counterpart put her index finger in her mouth to wet it, then rapidly but gently inserted it into my anus. Pushing it well in, she proceeded to massage what I later learned was my prostate. Oh God! Waves of pleasure radiated through my crotch, and my balls exploded, shooting jets of come into the sucking twin's mouth. Only when I was pumped dry did the finger leave my anus, and the head lift from my crotch.

After the volcano subsided, the twins licked my privates clean. Needless to say, I rapidly hardened. Now the one whose finger had explored my tail shifted around and straddled me, plunging down onto me, impaling herself. Her counterpart, the sucker, also shifted, and straddled my face, putting her heels by my ears. I put my hands on her ass as she lowered her gaping cunt onto my face and spread her thighs and cheeks. Her twat was hot and juicy, and as I began to lick out her gash the juices flowed down and around my face. I could feel both rocking atop me, but more, I could feel them pleasuring each other as well. Occasionally, two sets of hands would be working my crotch, and sometimes when the girl I was eating shifted, I could see beneath her and watch her and her sister fondling each other's tits. They were really getting worked up. The one down below was doing her best to wrench my cock from it's socket, and the one I was licking out was by now rubbing her crotch up and down on my face and tongue. The more they worked on me, the more I bucked and licked on them. The delightfully vicious cycle was broken only when they both rammed their hands around my cock and squeezed my root. I exploded, and they came as well, with screaming moans.

Tina and Louise collapsed down on the bed on each side of me. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember, I was no longer in the middle of the bed, but on the side. The two girls were lying next to each other, running hands over each other's naked breasts. I leaned over and kissed them both. They grinned silently as I told them I needed to shower and got up.

The shower was long, hot, and refreshing. I luxuriated under the spray, washing the juices from my groin and face. After I came out, I dried off and threw on one of the plush velour robes kept hanging there for me. Taking my towel, I opened the door to the bedroom, running the towel through my still damp hair. To be honest, I expected the twins to have left, and I could get ready for dinner.

To my surprise, Tina and Louise were still on the bed, making love to each other. These two were hard core bisexuals! At present they were squatting on their knees, facing each other, very close. A really long double-headed dildo, probably two feet long minimum, ran between them, plugged into each girl's cunts. I heard a low humming and looked around them. Each had a small vibrator plugged into her ass. They were kissing each other, tongues delving deeply into the other's mouths, and their hands were all over their tits. Both were covered with sweat, their long hair dark with perspiration. They moaned with their joy.

I watched them silently for several moments. I had never seen anything like this before in my life! I could feel my face flushing and as I looked down, I could see my cock stirring, filling and pushing out through the gap in my robe. Presently, one of the girls noticed me out of the corner of her eye. Breaking her kiss, she looked at me hungrily, and her sister grinned as she followed the first's gaze. Leaning over towards me but not breaking the union joining their cunts, they tugged my robe and I stepped up to them. They greedily sank their heads to my erection. Keeping one hand on the other's clit, the other hands went to my shaft and balls, while their lips traced the line of veins prominently displayed on the side of my engorgement. Holy Shit! In seconds I exploded as their fingers pumped me dry. My jism sprayed over the pair's heaving chests.

That was apparently their signal to come as well. Both began to suck my come off the other's sweaty tits, but failed as the vibrators and dildo drove them over the edge. Falling onto the bed, they writhed and thrashed for several moments. Finally the implements fell loose from their lodgements and the girls calmed down.

I sat down in an armchair to watch them. After about five minutes of whimpering and cuddling the two crawled off the bed and walked towards the bath. One picked up my towel, and through hand signs indicated they were going to clean up.

"You're going to take a shower?", I asked.

Two nods.

"No problem. I'm just going to get dressed before dinner."

Both shook their head no. The one without my towel went across the room and tapped the phone.

"Room service?"

More nods.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Is it any good?", I asked.

Again with the nods. The girl by the phone skipped into the living room and returned with a room service menu from the desk by the front door. It looked fairly complete at that. Well, fine by me.

"Okay with me. Order when you come out?"

Grinning nods this time. I suspected they'd be a while. Girl Number 2 picked up the used toys and dropped them in the sink to be cleaned. I closed the bath door behind them.

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Dinner was, by necessity, a silent one. I had put on some slacks and a shirt, but stayed barefoot. The girls, after a long soak in the whirlpool, had gotten fairly dolled up, in a kinky sort of way. But now I could tell them apart.

Tina had put on a black 'Merry Widow', a lace corset-like affair that had open cups which supported her massive breasts. Her tiny dark red nipples pointed directly out. The corset had thin shoulder straps to the side to help support the weight, and garter straps beneath to support her stockings. These were a sheer black lace, which came almost to the tops of her legs. Tina wore black strap-on spike heels. A black ribbon circled her neck, and another tied her hair in place in a loose bun. Completely sheer black panties, tied together at the sides, completed the look. Over this outfit, an absolutely transparent floor length black gown was tied around her waist. Louise wore the same, but in a blinding white. Both had done up their makeup, and wore matching gold earrings, small loops I found quite attractive. I had no idea enough ladies clothes were in the closet and drawers for this look, and it was really worth it. Wow! Just Wow!

Somewhat surprisingly, the girls didn't make any overt moves, either on me or each other, for several hours. We ordered dinner, Tina and Louise pointing at their selections on the menu as I phoned it in. Then we simply lounged around the living room, watching the news, until the door knocked and Tina got up to open it. Three pretty young girls in the waitress outfits wheeled in carts and set up the table. Crystal, silver, the whole ball of wax! We seated ourselves, Tina and Louise on each side of me, and the waitresses asked if they were excused. I was about to say yes, when Tina put her hand on my arm and shook her head "No". I looked at her curiously.

Imperiously pointing an outstretched arm at each girl in turn, she aimed a short blonde at her sister, a tall blonde at me, and reserved a short brunette for herself. Then she snapped her fingers and waved at their outfits. Finally she held out her hand over the table and pointed down. The trio made various sounds of acknowledgment.

I must admit, I was more than a little confused, especially when Tina promptly began to dig into her salad. She was followed by her sister, so I started eating also. But before me, an incredible scene unfolded.

The three waitresses arrayed themselves before our table, with the tall blonde directly opposite me and Tina's and Louise's chosen before them. Then they began to untie the laces holding the bodices together. As soon as they were loosened, the threesome peeled the outfits off and stepped out of them. Then they bent over and began to unbutton the lace petticoats beneath, throwing them aside as well. Finally, by the time we had finished our salads, the comely trio was dressed only in their sheer thigh top stockings and high heels. But they weren't finished.

Moving as if one, they all dropped to their knees and crawled beneath the table. Now I knew why the twins had arranged the table settings on one side of the table! Each girl crawled to her assigned partner. I could see everything through the thick glass table top. My blonde knelt and pushed my napkin above my belt, then undid my pants and exposed my erection. To each side, the girls untied the string panties of my 'dates'. Then the trio silently buried their heads in our crotches. The tall blonde (I never did learn her name.) licked and tongued my shaft, her hands holding it at an angle where her head didn't hit the underside of the glass top. To my sides, shivers went through the twins, but they continued to eat their entrees. I couldn't have dreamed of something this weird! It was surreal!

About halfway through dinner, one by one, a shudder went through each of us as we came. But the waitresses stayed in position, nibbling and licking our thighs until we were ready for more. This came towards the end of dessert, by which time they had begun to eat us a second time. Once more I exploded into the kneeling girl's mouth. Finally, as I put down my fork and finished my wine, sated body and soul, she rezipped and rebuttoned my pants. Beside her, her mates retied the panties of the twins. The three of us stood and Tina and Louise walked with me into the living room. Behind us, the waitresses dressed and cleaned up and left. We settled down on the couch again.

Tina and Louise snuggled up close to me, on either side. We watched a cable channel, a regular one, through the end of a movie I had already seen. Then, sensing I was properly rested, Louise took the remote and flipped to one of the in-house porno channels. Flicking through them, she stopped on a channel showing a B&D movie. While normally not quite my cup of tea, it seemed fairly tame. A young woman, amazingly scantily clad for the afternoon, had her home broken into by a trio of robbers, who promptly bound and gagged her. Halfway through a rape she seemed to particularly enjoy, her two roommates, similarly attired, came home and were subjected to the same ordeal. I settled back into the couch and put an arm around the two girls. I kept one eye on the movie and the other roamed over my caretakers.

Both seemed to enjoy the film, judging by their smiles and their pert nipples, protruding through the flimsy robes. Or perhaps they were smiling because they were rubbing my pants and could feel my hard cock beneath. As they leaned into me, I lowered my hands inside the sheer fabric and began to massage and fondle their heaving titflesh, so soft and pliant beneath my probing digits. They responded by unzipping my pants and reaching in, applying their own digits to my straining member. We continued to masturbate each other through the end of the movie, where a pair of cops arrived to arrest the perpetrators. After dispatching the bad guys to the station house, the three 'victims', still for some reason tied up, proceeded to show their appreciation to the police force in a most graphic manner.

This caused a similar response in Louise, who untied the strings on her panties. Pulling the back of her transparent robe to her waist, she climbed up on my lap, and facing away from me, transfixed herself on me. Tina slipped down to the floor and crawled between our legs, and buried her face in the joined crotches before her. I could feel her tongue rasping the length of my exposed cock and balls, alternating with shivers from Louise's cunt as Tina's tongue ran the length of her twitching slit and clit. Louise was really turned on, gasping and panting, and she came soon after my penetration, her juicy twat spasming around me. Before I could come, she had pulled off and the twins switched places. This time I came when Tina did.

We rested for several minutes, my cock slowly softening inside Tina's cunt. Then Louise glanced at the television, now on a different movie. Excitedly tapping both her sister and me, she pointed to the action on the screen, where a fellow was reaming a girl's tail, while another girl applied vibrators both to her own cunt and the assfucked girl's. Tina rapidly nodded her head and grinned and hopped off my lap, our juices running down onto my balls. While she trotted into the bedroom, Louise pulled my pants off and began to get me rigid again, slurping the come off my cock and nuts. Tina returned with two medium size vibrators and a tube of KY jelly. Putting these to one side, she pulled my shirt off me and removed her sister's robe. Louise never stopped licking, and believe me, my cock was ready!.

Finally, when I was judged satisfactory, Louise stood and her sister put a small amount of lotion in the crack of her ass. Louise then turned away from me and began to slowly lower herself onto my cock. I reached up and supported her ass, and Tina knelt before us. Grabbing my erection, she rubbed a liberal amount of cream on my cockhead and positioned it at Louise's slowly widening sphincter. Tina slowly lowered herself onto me, and after an initial halt to let her anus become accustomed to the new visitor, sank down the entire length, engulfing me in an unbelievable tightness. God was she hot and tight! Then I heard a small buzzing and I looked around Louise, now starting to clamp and gyrate her asshole.

Tina had taken one of the vibrators and had turned it on. This she rammed up her own cunt until it was buried. Then she picked her panties up and tied them back on, locking the vibrator in place. Moaning, she turned on the other electric dildo and gently ran it over her sister's clit and labia. Louise began to jerk up and down on my buried root, sending delicious sensations the length of it. Then Tina stuffed it into her sister's twat, turning it to high speed. Jesus, but I thought Louise was going to break my dick off! Man was she moving, up, down, sideways! And I could feel that vibrator pulsing through the thin layers of flesh separating it from me. Tina began to withdraw and insert it in time with her twin's bounces. Louise, moaning in a fevered orgasm, came continuously. I reached around and began to pinch her tits. My partner screamed a ragged moan and clenched her asshole around me, and I exploded into the depths of her bowels.

Shortly after our shuddering climax, Tina pulled the vibrator from her sister and turned it off. Louise climbed up from me and took me by the hand to the bathroom, where she washed her ass juice from our bodies. Tina turned off the TV and cleaned up the living room, before joining us. Then she took off her sister's and her own clothes. Well, almost, she kept her own panties on, and I could hear the vibrator running on high speed deep inside her. Finally she removed this as well, and naked we climbed into my bed. I, at least, went to sleep.



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Chapter 7: Thursday


I woke the next morning to moans and jiggles coming from the other side of the bed. Grumpily I rolled over to glimpse the twins rubbing hand over each other's naked bodies. Didn't these two EVER go to bed and just sleep?

One of them noticed me and they both groped for my privates. I had no idea who was who and really didn't care. These girls were starting to bother me. But nevertheless, my dick eagerly responded. I resolved to do my duty and get out of there. Still, they got me hard enough, and I enthusiastically fucked them each in turn, the opposite number rubbing my balls to ensure a proper orgasm.

Afterwards, I grabbed a jogging outfit and trotted to the bathroom. I showered and dressed, then left through the living room. Behind me I could still hear the Daring Duo working each other over in my bed. I had no idea what I was going to do if they were still there when I returned. I decided not to come back for a while.

After a late breakfast, I headed outside. I jogged for a while, but the forecast had been for rain, and it was right. A light drizzle drenched me after only a few laps. Still, it was warm enough and I was comfortable, not overheating the way I had earlier. Only after my shoes became soaked and I started to worry about blisters did I stop.

Returning inside, a pretty brunette showed me to the locker room and the sauna. I stripped and wrapped a towel around myself. The brunette said when I was done, I would find a warm-up suit at my locker, and she would have my clothes and sneakers cleaned and returned to me. Slippers were provided and that was okay with me. I headed into the sauna.

For once I was mercifully alone. I had never thought this would be something I'd want in this paradise of desire, but I guess I need some privacy every once in a while. Leaning back on a wooden bench, I lay the towel across my crotch and swore not to come out until I was shriveled to a prune. The hot steam felt marvelous, and shortly thereafter the sweat began to pour from my pores. I lazed there maybe an hour, and by the time I began to feel properly parboiled my irritation with the Bobsey Twins had mostly passed. I mean, gorgeous nympho twins might be every man's wish, but what's the old line? Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it? Tina and Louise were crazy, sooner or later they were going to end up in a bell tower, one reloading for the other.

Just when I felt well done and was deciding to leave, the door opened and about half a dozen students came in. The room really wasn't big enough for all of us, so I stood to leave. They argued and giggled I should stay, but I really couldn't take much more. Another time maybe, they certainly looked good. They all had promptly thrown their towels on the benches and sweat and condensation immediately began to run down large breasts, pert nipples, sleek flanks, and firm thighs. About half had shaved their pubic hair, the rest was fairly trim. Shaking my head with thoughts of missed chances, I closed the sauna behind me and headed for the shower. A cold shower soon revived my spirits as it reduced my ardor. Dressing in the light blue warm-up suit and slippers, I headed to the bar. A large hoagie with the works and a couple of beers soon restored the poisons I had sweated out.

Time for a nap before I met with Wilkerson and my "blind date". Or perhaps not. As I entered my suite, I found Jeanine dusting a mirrored buffet. The twins were mercifully gone.

"Good afternoon, Mr. deFrame. I'll be done shortly. Anything I can do for you?"

As I looked at her I remembered the final scene in the sauna, and I felt a stirring in my groin. Jeanine was dressed in the same racy French Maid outfit as before. Yes, I came to the firm conclusion she could do something for me. Striding to her, I placed my hands on her waist and kissed her, hard and firm.

"Yes, I think so.", I replied.

Turning her to face the mirror, I stepped behind her. My fingers moving in a blur of motion, I rapidly unzipped her dress and thrust it down below her waist. It fell to the floor and she delicately stepped out of it. I kicked it to one side. I turned her back around to face me and put my hands on her waist. I gently lifted her up and set her on the edge of the buffet, then pushed the waistband of the warm-up suit down to my thighs. My erection was hard and firm and I promptly stepped between her wide spread legs. Jeanine was already hot and juicy when I inserted it into her gaping twat. I put my hands under her knees and spread her legs wide, and I slipped in to the hilt.

God! This was just what I needed! I began to buck my hips rapidly, driving my cock into her moist slit, clamping and twitching around me. Jeanine was moaning loudly as she bucked against me. We both stared down at our joined crotches, my inflamed cock pistoning madly in and out, her massive breasts swaying in time with my thrusts. They were really bouncing, up and down, side to side. I've always been a tit man, and these classics were what pushed me over the edge. With a mighty grunt I thrust one last time, pinning her against the buffet, erupting my seed deep within her grasping gash. Jeanine whimpered as I spent myself, coming too.

After a few moments, slowly softening and sliding out of her twat, I pulled out. "Thanks, honey, that was just what the doctor ordered."

Jeanine grinned back, a big shit eating grin, and replied, "My pleasure."

I headed in to the can and closed the doors. I sat there for several minutes, taking care of business. Finally, relieved, I stood and went into the bedroom, to dress. But Jeanine wasn't quite done yet. Still dressed only in black fishnets and heels, she was finishing with the bed. Bending over the bed like that didn't make me think of changing, but of diving in again. My cock was hard before I could even will it so.

"Kid, I think I need another dose. What say you? Up for another round?"

"You bet. I was hoping you'd ask.", she said, laughing as she turned to face me. She jiggled her tits at me. "Any particular way?"

"Bend over and grab your knees.", I commanded. "That's right. Now spread your legs." I moved behind her and buried myself in her sopping cunt. This time I moved at a more leisurely pace. Jeanine came twice as my cock stroked her deeply while I grasped her hips. She bucked back against my oncoming dick, our previous workout making her nicely loose and juicy. Finally, feeling that ultimate desire come over me, I reached around her and grabbed the nipples perched on her dangling and swaying tits. I pinched them roughly and Jeanine screamed and collapsed on the bed. I followed her down, never missing a stroke, and we both came together massively. My hips and cock twitching spasmodically, I licked and nibbled her bare shoulders, and then only when completely flaccid rolled off and fell asleep.

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I awoke to a phone ringing. "Mr. deFrame? It's six-thirty. We didn't want you to forget your dinner with Mr. Wilkerson.", said the concierge.

I thanked her and rolled to a sitting position. I felt completely rested and relaxed. Any traces of irritation with the twins was gone (Not that I wanted a rematch, mind you!) and I felt simply great. I took another shower, whistling as I cleaned Jeanine's and my fluids off, shaved again, and dressed with care in a gray suit. Not exactly knowing what to expect, I wanted to look my best this evening. I think I did, too. Certainly the girl at the hall desk seemed impressed as I passed. She looked rather wistful, I thought, with the knowledge I wouldn't be dining with her instead.

I was about half an hour early, so I decided to have a drink in the bar before meeting Wilkerson. But he apparently had the same idea. I found him at a small table with a pair of tall slim brunettes, and for some strange reason I got the feeling they were European. Just an impression, but there.

Wilkerson waved me over and the three stood as I approached. Turning back to the brunettes, he bent down and kissed both their hands and they left. Then he turned back to me and extending his right hand, waved me to the table with his left. I shook the proffered palm, and we both sat down.

"Feeling better today?", Wilkerson asked. "You seemed a bit under the weather when you left yesterday. Tina and Louise helpful?"

I grunted and stared at him. "Christ on a crutch! Where in the hell did you find those two?!"

Leaning back in his chair, Wilkerson gave a low deep laugh. "I guess they are somewhat unique."

"The term I'd use is certifiable."

Wilkerson chuckled and nodded. "They are different."

"And what's with the no talking routine anyway?", I continued.

Wilkerson stopped chuckling and leaned his elbows onto the table. Just then a pretty barmaid (Sheer white blouse, black satin micro-mini skirt, no undies, black fishnets and heels!) brought our drinks. Only after she left did he answer. "That's one of those terrible stories the girls don't tell."

"It's really quite tragic.", he continued. "Nice normal kids, nine years old, out with Daddy at the park. And when they go home to Mommy, it turns out she's in bed with the next door neighbor. Daddy blows Mommy and the neighbor away with a twelve gauge, then turns it on himself. And all the time the two darling children are watching."

"No!... Oh my God!...", I stammered out.

"They saw everything. Everything! They screamed for over an hour until somebody heard them. And they've never talked since. Bounced around through foster homes, finally ran away. And somehow landed here."

"Jesus..."

"Doc Henson says that they've both adjusted to a certain extent, they are stabilized and safe. But they will probably never speak or be quite normal. Probably do well with the right fellow." He smiled sadly as he said this.

I returned the sad smile. "Perhaps a group discount for the Ohio State Buckeyes."

"Perhaps.", replied Wilkerson. Then he shook his head. "Enough of this. How have you been enjoying your stay? Any more interesting questions to surprise me?"

"What? Oh, no. For a second there as I came in the door though, I thought one of those girls was my, uhh... candidate? But they didn't really look like what you had mentioned yesterday.", I said.

"Hmmm, no, not really.", said Wilkerson. "Helga and Olga are new arrivals. European exchange students, so to speak."

"What?! Exchange students?...", I exclaimed, amazed.

"Yes. An, er, associate of mine has a similar school in Switzerland. Just outside of Zug, actually. He caters to the European taste, much as I do to the American. Several times a year we arrange student visas and send a few girls to each other. Broadens their horizons, so to speak."

I was fascinated. This had certainly never occurred to me. "Really? I had no idea! You mean there are differences?"

"Oh, my, yes!", said Wilkerson, nodding fervently. "Consider the Institute here. Surely you've noticed the ladies tend towards the Caucasian American ideal, buxom, corn-fed, girl-next-door types? Europeans tend to somewhat slimmer tastes. In addition, bi- or tri-lingual skills are much more important than over here. A more cosmopolitan atmosphere."

"Okay. I can see the difference.", I agreed.

"But there is more. America is much less tolerant, as a general rule, of such affairs. Rather puritanical, actually, in these matters. I'm sure you can imagine the difficulties if the school was located in, say, Arkansas."

"I was curious why you were located here.", I confessed.

"Precisely. As you can see, we can take advantage of the privacy afforded by a foreign country. The cost of living is low, the climate is excellent, bureaucratic entanglements are minimal,..." (Cheap bribes!) "... no reporters or clerics." I could just see this place on the TV news, 'Sex Club discovered! Film at eleven!'.

"And Europe?", I asked.

"Much more cosmopolitan, as I said. The mistress, the 'Other Woman', is considerably more accepted. In some fields, almost expected, so to speak. It shows in the girls selected."

"Oh? How?"

"Well, consider. All of the girls here are American. Appropriate for a large nation with a tradition of acceptance to citizens from other parts of the country, but somewhat isolationist as to foreigners. Europeans, with numerous smaller nations, are much more amenable to other Europeans not of their nation, as long as they remain quiet and well behaved. It is not at all unusual for a German businessman to have a French companion. Or a Swede to be with an Italian. Whereas an American with a foreigner would raise many more eyebrows, unless she happened to be British." Laughing, he said, "For some reason, Americans love the British. Put the worst criminal before a jury, have him speak with a British accent, and the jury will waltz him out the door with the keys of the city!"

We both laughed. He was absolutely right, of course. "And Asia?", I asked. "Is there a similar setup over there?"

Wilkerson shook his head. "Not really. Oh, there is a rather superior school for Geishas outside of Kyoto, in Japan, a rather classical training, so to speak. But otherwise the nations are all generally ethnically and culturally homogeneous, and are really quite racist and xenophobic in many ways. No son of Dai Nippon, for instance, would be seen with a Chinese or Korean woman. And vice versa, of course. Only Japan has the critical mass of individuals capable of, um, the financial commitment necessary."

"Fascinating.", I responded.

"Yes, it really is.", Wilkerson agreed. "I love to travel to Europe with the girls. It's such an eye opener for them." He glanced at his watch and downed his glass. "Come on! Drink up. Elyse is probably waiting for us."

"Elyse? That's her name?", I asked expectantly. I drained my drink and stood.

"Yes, Elyse Miller. I'll introduce you and leave. Let you get acquainted. Why don't you figure on dinner, drinks, maybe some dancing afterwards." Taking my elbow, he led me into the dining room. To my side, I heard high heels clicking on the parquet floor. I turned to see who was approaching.

Elyse was simply a vision of the gods, a sight to bring seeing to a blind man. I was mesmerized. How I kept my mouth from dropping open for flies to come in I'll never know. I felt like drooling. She was absolutely beautiful!

Wilkerson had fitted my wildest fantasies to a tee. Elyse was short, but not too short, and waltzed up in four inch heels to compensate. A classic heart shaped face was framed in thick, dark auburn curls, hanging to her shoulders and halfway down her back. Her skin was a flawless untanned cream, and I suspected she burned easily. How she managed to avoid burning or tan lines in the Yucatan, I'll never figure. She wore a dark blue dress with a sequined bodice, strapless and almost backless, that her astoundingly ample bosom spilled out of delightfully. I had no idea how she kept it on, acres of soft and inviting flesh seemed ready to fall out at any moment, and I wanted to catch. The bodice seemed painted onto her torso, and flowed to an incredibly narrow waist. I would have suspected a corset underneath, but I couldn't believe it wouldn't show. Below the waist, the dress changed to multiple layers of absolutely sheer blue gauze. The gauze hung in sort of triangles from the waist to slightly below her knees, in what is called a 'hanky hem'. Long, exquisite legs, shapely and flowing, clad in the sheerest dark blue hose, were quite noticeable through the gauze of the skirt, but as the layers of gauze gathered towards the waist, they overlapped to opacity. On her arms she wore shoulder length dark blue gloves. Matching navy blue ankle strapped high heels completed the picture.

As I said, I was dumbfounded. I never noticed Wilkerson leave, my eyes couldn't leave Elyse. I remember thinking this girl wasn't a ten on a scale of one to ten. She was a three on the Budweiser scale, that being the number of Clydesdales it would take to tear me away from her. I have no idea what we ate or drank. I can't for the life of me remember what we talked about, but I do remember her light tinkling laughter and big bright smile. God, those lips! Then after dinner we went into the night club and danced for hours to slow, Big Band numbers.

I started coming out of my daze at this point. When we first moved onto the dance floor, and Elyse moved into my arms, I was electrified at the feel of her naked back beneath my hands. Her skin was so warm and soft to my touch! I could feel the smooth muscles moving beneath her exquisite skin. Eventually, I moved one hand down her back to below her waist, rubbing her derriere. The twin globes beneath the filmy silk moved deliciously to the music, and I knew she wasn't wearing a corset, or any other undergarments for that manner. Elyse noticed my hand moving and moved into me, rubbing against me seductively. I woke further from my daze as I felt my erection, straining to tear through my trousers, poke into her soft belly, and I moved back slightly. But she didn't seem offended, realizing silently I was not offending but complimenting, and snuggled up against me, her head nestled against my neck and her breasts flattening themselves against my chest. We danced for the longest time this way, my hands wandering along her back and rear, as I hoped against hope she would inhale sufficiently and her dress would fall to her feet.

Finally, after the band finished the last set, we separated slightly. With arms around each other's waist, we left the darkened dance floor and silently walked to my suite. I opened the door for her to enter first, but I did not have the slightest idea what to do next. Carry her over the threshold? Elyse kissed me gently, standing on tiptoes to do so, and wiped probably the stupidest expression I've ever worn of my face. Then she took my hand and led me inside.

Elyse led me to the couch and set me down at one end. Still standing, she walked to the bar. Watching her move away was as much a joy as watching her come closer. And I noticed, the ever efficient Jeanine had come in during dinner. The bed, noticeable through the partially open door, had been straightened, and a silver bucket on the bar held a bottle of champagne, chilling on ice. Elyse retrieved the champagne and two flutes and returned to the couch. Handing me the bottle to open, she settled down on the cushions next to me, feet tucked under her, snuggled against my side.

I popped the cork, which gratifyingly flew across the room, and filled the flutes she held up to me. We clinked glasses and drank, and then I refilled them. Then I leaned back into the cushion and put my free hand around her shoulders, to see what would happen next.

I didn't have long to wait. Elyse took a short sip from her glass and leaned into me, kissing me gently. Then she put the glass down on the coffee table before us and turned back to me. First she removed my tie, then in utter silence began to unbutton my shirt, from the neck down. She didn't stop at my waist, but immediately undid my belt. Unzipping my pants, she finished with my shirt buttons. Then, wiggling back down on the cushions, she pulled my aching cock from my pants and bent down to it. Kissing the head delicately, she opened her mouth and slowly, ever so slowly, lowered it around my prick. Oh, sweet Jesus! Never had I had a blow job like that! My hips bucked upwards and Elyse grasped my pants, pulling them down to my thighs.

Her tongue swirled around all sides. I could see her cheeks puffing in and out as the suction drove my cock and me crazy. Her fingers traced the vein patterns along the sides, her fingernails gently scratched my balls through the gloves she still wore. I rested my glass on the end table and placed one hand on her warm back, the other on the back of her head. This only drove her head further down, sucking constantly, till her nose was buried in my pubes. I almost came then, but the young girl backed off enough to allow me to regain my composure. I didn't want this to ever end!

My hand on her back was gently rubbing the length of her spine, and I looked down at her. Moving my hand lower, I found a catch and a zipper at waist level, and undid both. Elyse shifted slightly and her bodice peeled away from her, her breasts now freed from their prison. I moved my hand further down her back, inside the opened fabric to her asscheeks. No panties, no pantyhose! She was wearing stockings only!

Elyse brought me to the brink twice more before I begged her to finish me off. Wrapping her fingers gently around the thick base of my cock, she began to suck me and jack me off at the same time. I exploded deep into her throat, thrusting her head down onto me and thrusting my groin upwards, half suffocating her, as I cried in ecstasy.

I sagged back into the cushions, the sweat pouring down my heaving chest. Elyse's tongue swirled around my shrinking root as she licked the remaining jism from my cock. Finally she gave it a last, loving kiss, and sat up right. Her dress spilled to her waist and I got my first good look at her half naked body. God, she was beautiful! Her waist was incredibly narrow and her breasts were hard and firm and huge. They sagged slightly, but anything that size not constructed of steel would have to. They were topped by really large nipples, silver dollar size at least, that were a dark reddish brown, in delightful contrast to the pale and creamy skin surrounding them. It was apparent now why her dress hadn't slipped off. Her aureoles protruded from her tits by almost an inch, her nipples protruded even further.

Elyse reached over for her champagne only to discover my twitching legs had knocked the glass over. She stood and picked up her flute and the bottle, and her dress slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of it and I got my first glimpse at her garden of desire. Surprisingly, after the string of trimmed and shaved bushes on display earlier this week, Elyse's was fairly bushy. The only flaw I could see, and one I intended to rectify!

Elyse stood before me unselfconsciously drinking her wine, and my desire to thank her for the blow job took over. I pulled her in front of me and leaned forward, burying my face in her pussy. Elyse let out a small shriek of surprise and placed her free hand behind my head, pulling me in. I needed no encouragement. My nose burrowed through the thatch and then my tongue found a hot clit prominently waiting. My hands went to her asscheeks to hold her in place. My tongue began to flick over and around the large bud beneath it. Elyse tossed her empty glass down on the couch and placed her second hand behind my head, and I really went to town. I licked and lapped and sucked and nipped until she whimpered through two orgasms. Finally, as I sensed her legs begin to buckle, I drove her to a third crashing come. Her whimpers became cries of joy, and as I pulled backwards, she collapsed to my side on the couch.

"Oh, God!", she weakly cried over and over. Then she seemed to come to her senses. She picked her flute up from the cushions and set it on the table. Then she lay back into the corner of the sofa. "More. I want more!"

The brief respite had rested my cock as it weakened my tongue. I needed no urging as I crawled between her thighs and pushed my pants down to my knees. Elyse spread her legs wide, throwing one foot over the back of the couch and the other resting on the floor. I braced my arms on the arm of the chair above her and lowered my crotch towards her. Elyse reached between us and guided me in. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her legs up and around my waist. I began to desperately pump in and out, as she began to spur me on. Literally! She began to rub the spike heels of her shoes along the cheeks of my ass, driving me inwards. Her tits were crushed against my chest, her nipples burrowing into mine. By now both of us were incredibly horny and turned on. She was thrusting up off the couch to meet me plunging downwards. She came again, and then orgasmed a second time as I collapsed atop her, my crotch twitching and my cock pumping.



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Chapter 8


I awoke to a warm wet sensation travelling around my groin. I opened my eyes to see Elyse rubbing a wet washcloth around my crotch.

"Hi there, sleepyhead!", she said brightly.

It all came back to me. After our couch fuck, we had pulled apart. Standing, she had taken me into the bedroom and said she would be back in a second. The last I remembered was watching her ass swinging in a figure eight into the bathroom. I must have fallen asleep still semi-dressed. Now I was naked and Elyse was wearing a sheer opaque nightshirt, giving me a hand bath.

"Hi there yourself. How long was I out?"

"Oh, maybe an hour, an hour and a half." She had a fresh clean look, like she had bathed. "When I came out you were sleeping, so I went back in and cleaned up and changed." She looked down at the nightshirt, invitingly unbuttoned below her breasts. It was a couple of sizes too small and most of her ample tits were exposed, all but the nipples. "You like?"

"Yeah. I like."

"Good."

I could feel lingering dampness on my legs and chest. "You undressed me when you came out?" Elyse nodded. "I must really have been out."

She shyly smiled. "For good reason."

"Yeah."

She continued to wash my crotch, wringing out the washcloth in a small basin on the nightstand, and began to rub it the length of my cock. "Want me to change into something else?", she asked.

"Huh? No, that's all right. Why? What do you normally sleep in?" Might as well get to know each other.

"Who? Me?" She looked surprised. "Why, whatever you want me to sleep in."

"No, I mean, what do you normally want to sleep in?", I pressed.

Elyse looked at me thoughtfully and stopped her strokes. "Really? Well, I usually sleep in a man's shirt, you know, a really big one."

"Well that will have to do tonight. I think my shirts are the biggest in here, and they would fit about as well as that one."

She looked down at her exposed cleavage and giggled. "Maybe so. What about you? Do you always sleep in the raw?"

"What?" And then I understood. Ever since the ever efficient Jeanine had packed away my underwear I had been freeballing around the place. "Uh, no. Most of the time I wear underwear."

"So where are they? I looked around.", Elyse asked.

A bit embarrassed I explained what had occurred. Elyse laughed lightly.

"Mr. deFrame, if I don't want you wearing underwear, you won't be wearing underwear.", she said deeply.

I guess so! By now my cock was as hard and rigid as it had been earlier. I moved my hand down to her legs, one dangling over the edge of the bed, the other tucked under her. I moved my hand up her soft thigh to her furry crotch and just let my fingers do the walking. They walked right into her cunt, and as my thumb began to roam around her clit, my middle finger began searching for her G spot. Elyse shuddered and closed her eyes, and her hand clamped around my cock, pumping it.

But I wanted to give her a good workout first. I sat up in the bed and leaned towards her. With my free hand I unbuttoned the rest of the nightshirt and laid her back on my lap. Then, with my one hand supporting her and the other working furiously on the freshly cleaned cunt, I put my face to her chest and began some fine dining. I made this a three course meal, licking and sucking those huge nipples, stuffing them in my mouth, biting and inhaling them.

"Oh... oh... please... don't stop... oh, God... please fuck me... fuck me!" Over and over she cried out to me, sometimes, whimpering, sometimes begging, pleading with me to fuck her. But I didn't stop until my hand up her pussy was too tired to go on. By the time I was done, Elyse was sweating profusely and shaking all over, having gone not through many separate orgasms, but rather one long extended come that left her spent and quivering in my arms. I lay back on the bed and she collapsed on my chest.

"God! It's never been like that before.", she whispered into my chest.

I looked down at her and was amazed to see her crying quietly. A tear rolled down into my chest hair. "Hey, hey, none of that now. It's all right. I'm sorry."

"No, no! You don't understand." She began to clumsily wipe her tears from her eyes. "The other girls told me you were different and I didn't believe them."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Elyse sat upright again and wiped the rest of her tears away. Smiling down at me, she said, "Well, you know we talk. I mean about the guests?"

"Yeah, I kind of figured that."

"Most of the men who come here are only interested in themselves. How many times they can get it on. How many different girls they can take. But you care."

"Oh, bullshit!"

"No, it's true!", she protested. "You care about whether we get off too. You make sure of it."

I really didn't need to hear about what a prince I was. I mean, I've just never understood how some guys can be like that. I can't get any pleasure if we both don't get pleasure! "Yeah, well, I'll bet Jeanine could tell you different. I took her pretty thoroughly this afternoon, and I wasn't too concerned about her pleasure then."

"But I talked to Jeanine. I talked to all the girls when Mr. Wilkerson told me I had a potential boss. And Jeanine said she really enjoyed it. She even pranced around naked so you'd do her a second time!"

Christ! What do I say now? Nothing. I just shut up and looked away. Time to change the subject.

"Has that ever happened before? I mean, a potential, er, boss?"

"Just once, last year. It didn't work out. I turned him down."

"Oh?"

"Well, think about it. If a, um, relationship is going to work out, both parties need to be willing."

Made sense. I nodded for her to continue.

"Mr. Wilkerson always sets these things up in midweek. So before we met, I talked to the other girls. They said the guy was a real pig. But to be fair I had to at least meet him."

"And they were right?", I finished for her.

"Uh, huh. Just grabbed me and dragged me back to the room. He kept doing me doggy style all night, bragging about his performance and telling me how much I was going to enjoy it."

This was weirdly arousing, listening to Elyse tell me these things. I could feel my dick stiffening again.

"I didn't want to be just a sex toy, a walking, talking, masturbation sleeve.", she finished.

"Uh, I like it doggy style, too.", I said weakly.

She smiled down at me. "Good. So do I! And I like to be a sex toy sometimes. Maybe even most of the time. But not with this jerk." Elyse looked down at my groin and wrapped her hands around my erection. "Like now.", she said pumping the shaft. "I want to be a sex toy now. I want to fuck you and feel your hot come spurting up my pussy."

I groaned and came in her hands, my come spurting into the air and landing on my waist. "Sorry, baby, maybe in a bit."

"No problem.", said Elyse. She began to lick my jism off my body. "No problem at all." She cleaned my waist thoroughly. Sitting back upright, she grabbed the discarded washcloth and wiped her hands off, then threw it into the basin. By now I was rock hard again. "Oh, goody!", she exclaimed. Elyse climbed over me and straddled my waist, then positioned my cockhead at the entrance to her gash and sat backwards. It was even better then before. She was really tight, smooth and juicy and unbelievably tight. Low moans escaped both our lips as she took it in with one firm push.

"I want this fuck to last a nice, long time. Let's talk.", she said.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure, whatever.", I mumbled. I couldn't believe this girl wanted to talk! "About what?", I asked.

"Whatever you want.", she replied, rocking slowly atop me.

"Uh, okay... So how tall are you?" What an idiot question! I felt unbelievably stupid!

Elyse laughed down at me. "What kind of question is that?", she giggled.

"First thing I could think of."

"So what, you want to know my vital statistics or something?", she asked.

"Yeah, I guess so.", I responded stupidly. In for a penny, in for a pound. "So?"

"I'm five-three. I'm twenty years old, like I told you at dinner..." (Like I said, I didn't remember anything we had talked about at dinner!) "... and weigh one-thirty. Anything else?"

"Uh..."

Elyse reached up and cupped her breasts and jiggled them at me, while wiggling her hips on my cock. "Like these? You want my measurements, too?" I smiled up at her and nodded, my back arching at her motions. She grinned down at me. "I'm 36-21-33." Elyse jiggled her tits at me again. "Double D cups, too."

I groaned, half in pleasure, half in awe! "God, you're beautiful!", I moaned out. I reached down to her hips and guided them in their increasingly energetic thrusts.

"And what about you?", she asked. "What are your measurements?"

"Unghh... Five-eleven... one-seventy-five.", I gasped out.

"Sure, but what about the rest of you?", she coyly asked.

Confused, I panted out, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Let me guess?", Elyse said. Then the most amazing thing occurred. Starting at the base of my cock, buried to the hilt in her grasping pussy, she rippled her cunt muscles upwards, the length of my root. I cried out and arched my back off the bed as I almost exploded. "Hmmm, I'd say eight inches."

"Jesus Christ!", I cried out. "Do that again and this won't last any longer!"

"What? You mean this?", she smirked, then reversed the ripple, from the tip of my engorged cockhead down my throbbing manhood to the pubic hairs entwined in hers. "Yep, eight inches! And two inches wide!"

"Oh, God!", I whimpered.

"You like that, do you?", she asked wickedly. Then she began to bounce atop me, rippling her cunt around my cock. I could endure no more! I exploded upwards into her as she massaged her clit to her own orgasm. Wow! A man shouldn't have to suffer like that! At least not more than two or three times a day!



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Chapter 9: Friday


I woke the next morning to the sounds of thumping and music. I stretched my arm out and was surprised to find an empty bed. Last night had been most energetic. I had thought Elyse would still be sleeping.

The music and thumping didn't seem to be stopping, so I rolled out of the sack and staggered to the door. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I opened the door and stared at the sight before me. Elyse, dressed in some sort of exercise outfit was jumping and twitching in front of the television.

"Morning!", she called out brightly. "Coffee's on the counter!" Then she turned back to the tube and continued her jumping and twitching.

I stumbled into the kitchen and poured a cup. I glanced at the TV again. Some sort of early morning exercise program, aerobics and calisthenics and such. I mumbled, "Thanks.", and wandered back to the bedroom and on into the bath. God, I hate calisthenics!

The coffee was both good and hot. It woke me sufficiently to find the shower door. A long hot shower finished the job. I looked in the mirror and considered shaving. Fuck it! I put on a robe and wandered back to the living room with my empty coffee cup.

The workout show was starting to wind down, Elyse going through some slower routines. I went to the counter and poured myself some more coffee. "You want some coffee?", I asked.

"Yes, please!", panted out Elyse. "Some Danish there, too.", she announced.

I looked behind the counter and grabbed a platter of sweetrolls. Two quick trips had the Danish and coffee, with cups, plates, etc. on the dinette table. I sat down and watched Elyse finish up. A few minutes later she turned off the TV and trotted over, grabbing a towel off a chair as she came. She plopped down next to me and began to wipe the sweat off her arms and chest. I pushed her coffee cup over to her.

"You do this every day?", I asked.

Elyse took a sip of coffee before answering. "Yeah.", she gasped out. She took several deep breaths (Which incidentally did wonders for the exercise top!) and spoke again, a bit less breathlessly. "Aerobics every morning. And the Nautilus every afternoon."

"Good Lord, why?", I asked.

The girl wiped her face and throat once more and threw the towel aside. Cupping her breasts with her hands, she jiggled them in my direction. "Cause otherwise, these will be bouncing on these." She patted her knees.

I just laughed. "Shit! You look pretty damn good to me.", I told her.

"Thanks. But I still need to exercise if I want to look good to you." She reached over and cut a Danish in half, gingerly taking a bite out of the half she had scooted onto her plate. By now I was mostly through one of my own.

"Don't tell me you diet, too?"

"You bet.", she said around her small mouthful. Swallowing, she continued, "But I'm not real crazy about it, either. Light breakfast, light lunch, then I can eat anything I want for dinner." She flexed her arm muscles in a body builder's pose. "It's not calories so much as muscle tone."

I snorted and grabbed the other half of her sweetroll and took a big bite out of it. I smiled as I downed it. These were pretty good. Pulling another to my plate, I said, "New rules. No exercise Sundays."

"But..."

"No exercise on Sundays. That's the one day a week I get to sleep late and lay around. If you're going to live with me, that's non-negotiable."

Elyse smiled and nodded. "Okay, if you say so. I thought you worked out, too.? The girls said you did."

"I'm no fanatic. And I won't become one either. I jog or swim every two or three days. If God wanted me to jump up and down, he would have let me be born with springs on my feet."

Elyse laughed. "You sound like someone who's had to do too many jumping jacks."

"Jumping jacks and squats and push-ups and sit-ups and you name it. In the Corps we called it the Daily Dozen and I really hated it."

"So how come you run and swim now?", she asked.

I tapped my left knee. "Therapy. I got in the habit to build up my leg again after Khe Sanh. Somehow it never took on the same negative connotations as the Daily Dozen."

"Kay song? Is that in Viet Nam?"

"Khe Sanh.", I corrected her. "Yeah. A great big meat grinder on this great big hill. Uncle Sam fed in Marines and Uncle Ho turned the handle."

"Uncle Ho?"

"Ho Chi Minh, honey."

Elyse was silent for a moment, then took a closer look at my knee. Bending low, she could see the fine tracery of scars around the knee and calf below it. "What happened to you? I didn't know you were a soldier."

"I wasn't. Soldiers are Army. I was a Marine." After all, there is a difference.

"So? Come on, tell me. Last night you told me you were an engineer and worked with computers.", she pressed.

"I am. I do. But many years ago I was a Marine." The look of confusion stayed on that pretty heart shaped face, so I continued. "Okay, follow me. I went to college on a ROT-Cee scholarship. The Corps paid my way, and I had to do a tour when I got out. My tour was in that lovely little garden spot in Southeast Asia. After about three days I got hit and was medicalled out. I bought a small piece of the farm and got a medical retirement and became an engineer and started my firm. Clear now?", I asked smiling.

She looked back at my knee. "You were shot?", she asked.

I shook my head, no. "Mortar fragments. Hurt like hell, too."

She looked up at me. "Sorry I brought this up."

"Ancient history, kid. Another fucking lifetime ago. Christ, this all happened before you were born."

"Does that bother you? I mean the difference in our ages? I mean, I've studied the Viet Nam War in class, but I don't really know about it, if you know what I mean."

"No.", I assured her, patting her knee. "Doesn't bother me in the least. When the weather changes, I wish I didn't know about it either.", I said flexing the knee. "What about you? It bother you I'm an old fart?"

"You're not old!", she protested. I simply snorted and sipped my coffee. "No!" I just smiled at the twenty-year-old.

"Hey, listen!", she said grabbing my good knee. "You're only as old as you feel. And last night you felt pretty young to me!" She was glaring at me now, as I began to laugh. "Besides,", she said, "I like older men."

At this I just broke down. No young girl who looked like this one liked older men. But I had apparently hurt her feelings, and she turned her head away from me. But I had glimpsed a tear coursing alongside that beautiful pert nose. I shut up and sat upright, pulling a tissue from a box on the table. Gently, I turned her head back to me and wiped the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry.", I said quietly. "I'm not making fun of you. Come on, so I'm an asshole..."

"No, it's just..." She grabbed a handful of tissues and turned away from me. Wiping her eyes, she also blew her nose, letting loose a real ripsnorter. After a couple of minutes, she turned back to face me, red-eyed. A wan smile was on her face. "Actually I do like older guys."

"I'm sorry I doubted you..."

"No, really, it's all right." She sniffled a touch more and blew her nose again, another moose call. Remind me never to take this girl out to dinner when she has a cold! "It's just that that's how I got here, sort of."

"Uh... you don't have to tell..."

"No, you might as well know. I mean, I'm going to live with you, right?" I just nodded dumbly.

So she told me her life story. In a nutshell, normal, suburban, Midwestern. Mom, Dad, big brother, the whole ball of wax. At least until she turned 11. Her mom had died in a hit and run, and dad, a closet alcoholic, came out of the closet. "Danny, my big brother, he used to get the shit kicked out of him by Dad, just for being there. Danny started staying out, boozing and drugs. Dad would just beat him more. After a couple of years, Danny started running away. Cops would bring him back but he'd keep leaving. Finally they stopped bringing him back. We found out he'd died of an OD in Chicago.", she told me.

And I thought I had had problems with my parents! This was pretty sobering. But she wasn't done, yet. Then her father started in on her, as a fresh punching bag. Her physique didn't help matters. "I grew up pretty young. Or at least I grew out.", she said, cupping her tits again. "Not only was I the only girl in my grade school class to graduate wearing a bra, it was a C cup.", she said, smiling. "The boys were terrible, calling me names like Jugs and Tits. I started hanging around the older boys, the high school boys. Maybe they did just want to get in my pants, but they were at least polite about it, at least with me."

Dad must have really loved that, I thought. And as she continued, it was obvious just how much he enjoyed his daughter boffing the older boys. Elyse left nothing out. She had left at fifteen and never looked back. I asked her if she had ever gone home or called. She simply shook her head. "I hope the sorry son of a bitch rots in hell. There's a special place there for him, I'm sure." Then she smiled. "Last time I saw him, he was bleeding like a stuck pig! I busted a bottle of Scotch over his head!", she said proudly. Shit! Remind me never to piss this lady off!

I was silent for a moment. Time to change the subject. I looked over her outfit. Running shoes and sweat socks, biking shorts, a sports bra, and a leotard over the shorts and bra. "I hate biker's shorts."

"You'd look great in them!", she protested.

"Whenever I see biker's shorts, I always think of skinny Italian guys who shave their legs and are a little light in the loafers.", I commented.

Elyse laughed delightedly. "Trust me, sweetie. You're definitely not light in the loafers."

I laughed too. "Just do me a favor. Eighty-six the biking shorts. Hot pants only."

"Uh, well..."

"Problem?"

Elyse grimaced. "Uh, well, I'm, uh, oh Christ, I'm kinda fuzzy.", she blurted out.

"So shave.", I said.

"I always knick myself. Do you know how painful that can be?"

Well, no not really. "I never nick myself shaving. I'll volunteer."

"Ever shaved your balls?", she asked. I looked horrified at her. "Now you know what a girl has to go through." She pondered my volunteering. "Ever shaved a girl before?"

"Yeah, actually, I have.", I told her.

Elyse shrugged. "Okay, you're on. Anything else about my outfit?"

"Well, as long as you asked. What's with the bra?"

"Prevents rug burns.", she said jiggling her breasts at me again. This time we both laughed. Reaching up with both hands, she grabbed the straps to the leotard and the bra and pulled them down. Pushing the outfit to her waist, she faced me topless. "Better?"

"Much.", I said. Last night's snap judgment was right on. These were really great tits! My cock stirred, and I could feel it pushing against my robe. Elyse must have noticed also. She slid off her chair and knelt before me on the floor. Opening my bathrobe, she watched my cock inflate and point upwards.

"That really is a nice cock. Did I tell you that last night? Well, it really is!" She reached out and fondled my nuts. "It's bigger than average, but not too big, you know. I mean, it really fills a girl up, but it's not too big to suck on." Jesus! I would have blushed if all my blood hadn't rushed to my groin. It throbbed and twitched in her hands. "I know!", she said brightly. "Between your big dick and my big tits, I bet I can give you a really great titfuck!" She crawled forward between my legs.

Pressing against me, she grabbed her tits and wrapped them around the sides of my erection. She pressed them in, hard, around my cock and began to slowly move them up and down. I stared downwards as my dick began to appear and disappear in the tit tunnel she had formed. Oh, Lord, the friction was just unreal! Groaning, I leaned back into the chair to watch.

For her next trick, Elyse leaned her head down and began to kiss and lick my cockhead whenever it surfaced. She began to drool on the tip, her saliva running down the sides and coating the insides of her tits. My cock felt like it was back in her hot and tight pussy, the wetness making me even harder. Her nipples were huge and distended, dark and red and as engorged as my cock. I leaned forward and put my fingers on them, rolling and tweaking them between thumbs and forefingers. Now it was her turn to moan.

I continued my nipple massage as Elyse became more and more distracted. She stopped licking my cock tip and her head went back, her eyes closed and her face deeply flushed. If anything, she began to move even faster, bouncing her tits up and down around my trapped manhood. Oh, was this good! Finally, neither of us could stand anymore. Moaning and groaning loudly, we both came, my jism spurting upwards from between the valley they were buried in, splashing against her neck and throat. She pumped me dry, as her new pearl necklace dripped down onto her massive mammaries.

Then, drained, I sagged back in my seat and Elyse sat back on her heels. Smiling, she looked down at the droplets on her tits. Standing slowly, she began to wipe the come off with the fingers of one hand and lick them clean. "I think I need a shower.", she said. "Wanna wash my back?"

I considered our differing heights and the low probability of her showering in high heels. "Give a guy a chance, hun. Maybe later."

She shrugged her shoulders and pushed her leotards and shorts down to mid thigh. "You're sure?", she taunted me.

Oh, so tempting! "Uh... no, but I'll give you that shave when you get out, if you want?"

"It's a deal. Be out in a jiffy.", she said and skipped into the bath.

Wrapping my robe around me, I followed her. I pulled out my razor and shaving cream, and pulled a beard trimmer out of the medicine cabinet. I put a new blade in the razor, then sat on the vanity stool to wait. Then I got up and put my old blade back in. Wetting my face, I lathered up and started shaving. I was about half done when I heard the water being turned off and Elyse stepped out.

"Dry off everywhere.", I told her.

"Everywhere?", she asked.

"Remember, I'm a professional."

"A professional, huh?", she commented, as I watched her out of the corner of one eye. "You got paid?"

Scraping the remaining foam from my face, I turned towards her. Taking her by the hips, I pushed her back against the counter and lifted her up between the sinks. "Well, let's just say I've had some experience at this." I pulled the vanity stool in front of her and sat down on it, face to face with the object of my desire. "Now, pull your legs up and spread them apart... Yes, that's right." I grabbed the beard trimmer and turned it on.

"So how'd you get all this experience?", she asked.

"My second wife.", I said, beginning to trim her pubis. Thick, dark curls began to fall to the floor. "She liked me to shave her once a month. Er, after, so to speak." I concentrated on the target.

"So what happened to her?", she asked, staring down at me between her breasts. "Or is she still around?"

"Oh, she's still around. Just not married to me. Let's just say that while she liked me to trim the weeds, she'd let almost anybody plant the seed, so to say."

"Really?", she giggled. "What, you catch somebody else farming?"

"In a manner of speaking. I started feeling a bit poorly and went to the doctor. Turned out she had given me a plant disease. Curable, though." I finished the trim and pushed the stool back. Standing, I took her hand and helped her down. Her pussy hair was now trimmed short but not quite neatly.

"A root disease?", she giggled.

"You could say that. Now back into the shower. Wash off any hair, but this time don't dry everything off." I pushed her into the shower. She looked quizzically at me but complied.

The secret of a good shave is proper preparation. For the initial trim, the site must be dry, but for the shave, wet and supple is the key. After all, if I get a better shave after showering, why wouldn't a lady. I switched blades again. Elyse popped out of the shower moments later, clean and ready to go. After she dried everything but her cunt off, I positioned her as before and sat back down. A thin coat of foam (I love those shaving cream commercials! Any guy who actually puts an inch of shaving cream on their face is a guy just itching to slit his throat.) and I applied my razor to her skin.

Elyse stared down at me as I worked, muttering threats and imprecations in the event of a nick. Despite my assurances that I had never nicked myself with this razor (Twin floating tracks, rolling head!) she even made comments about "Bobbitizing" me! I kept the flesh taut by carefully pulling her lips out. The new blade cut smoothly through the softened hairs and I easily did her pussy, all the way down the crack of her ass.

I tossed my razor into the sink and grabbed a hand towel. Wiping off any remaining foam, I examined my handiwork. Bald, her pussy was gorgeous! Her inner lips were quite prominent, protruding from her outer lips slightly. Her clitoris, ruby red, was easily visible. "Perfect! Another first class job!"

Elyse peered downwards. "Wow! It really does look good!" She moved to climb down, but I stopped her.

"Final step in the procedure. Application of moisturizer.", I said. Then I pushed her thighs back apart. Spreading her labia apart with my fingers, I buried my face in her moist crotch. My ex had always enjoyed this part of the shave, and I figured Elyse would, too. I wasn't mistaken. My tongue frantically began probing her pussy and licking her wet and throbbing clit, as the shaved girl began to moan and twitch equally frantically. I refused her pleas and entreaties to stop and fuck her until after I had gotten her off twice.

Finally, tongue dead tired, I pushed myself back and Elyse climbed down. She rubbed her ass, where it had been on the hard counter, for a moment, then grabbed my hand. "Come on! I really need a fuck! Now!", she exclaimed, pulling me towards the bedroom.

I pulled loose. "In a moment.", I said, and pushed her gently towards the door. I relieved my bladder, then put my face under the water running in the sink. Elyse had really gotten juicy on her second orgasm. I toweled my face off and took off my robe. Elyse was waiting for me on the bed, her legs drawn up and apart, all ten fingers kneading her bald cunt. I climbed up, on, and in.



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Chapter 10


Our midmorning workout was quite vigorous. Elyse was most profuse in her thanks, and endeavored to make sure I knew. She was most successful, and we both dropped to sleep with very satisfied smiles on our faces.

I awoke to the feel of a warm breeze on my body and warm sunlight on my face. I lay there like this for a few moments, then slowly lifted my eyelids. I was facing the French doors leading to the patio, and the first sight I saw was truly inspirational. Elyse was standing in the open doorway, her back to me, legs spread wide, arms stretched up and touching the spread doors, as naked as the day she was born. I propped myself up on one arm and watched, enchanted, as the breeze wafted through her long flowing hair. My, but her small frame really carried those curves nicely!

The beauty must have sensed my staring, because she turned her head and looked back over her shoulder. "What are you looking at?", she asked, smiling.

"Oh, just what a beautiful day it is. You know, the birds, the bees, that sort of thing."

"Bullshit.", she said with a big grin. It was obvious I was staring at her ass. "Hungry?"

"Yeah! You've depleted all my vital bodily fluids.", I said, smiling back at her. "The dining room? Or room service?"

Elyse thought for a second, then looking back outside for a second, turned to face me with a mischievous grin. She closed the patio doors and began picking her clothes up off the floor. She pulled on the blue dress from last night and zipped up the back, then grabbed a cup and stuffed her tits down into it. She lifted and dropped the front several times to adjust herself. I had wondered how she had ever fit into the thing. She looked as good now as the night before. I could feel things stirring under the covers.

"Well?", I asked.

Elyse skipped around in bare feet for a few moments more, stuffing her gym clothes and shoes and whatnot into a gym bag from the closet. It occurred to me that Jeanine must have brought it by while we were at dinner last night. How efficient. I would have to tell Jack about her when we got back. Maybe Teresa's contract was running out.

"Meet me downstairs in front of the main entrance in an hour.", she said.

"Huh?"

"The main entrance. In an hour. Okay?"

"But..."

"Trust me.", she said. She trotted over and gave me a quick kiss, then hopped back before I could grab her and pull that dress off again. I was hard as a rock again. "One hour." And she was out the front door.

I collapsed back into the bed, groaning. What the fuck did she have in mind? After about fifteen minutes, according to Mickey, I swung my legs over the side of the giant bed and sat up. I went into the bathroom and repeated my morning ritual, although I didn't shave a second time. But what to wear?

The answer came to me when I looked out the French doors. Over a ridge, I knew was Cancun. She wanted to meet me out front, where the limos parked. I had seen several driving guests and young ladies into town. Ergo, we were going into town for lunch. I dressed appropriately, in slacks and dress shirt and blazer. No tie or socks, but dress loafers. I made it to the main entrance with a couple of minutes to spare.

Elyse wasn't there yet, and no limo was pulled up, engine idling. I wasn't too surprised that she had left earlier, once I thought about it. There was no way she would have enough clothes in the room or bag for several days, even if stockings and nighties were in stock, so to speak. So she had to go back to the dorm every once in a while to change. But where was she? And the limo?

I was still standing there, wondering, when I heard this crazy beeping coming up behind me. I turned to see Elyse careening up a pathway behind the wheel of a golf cart, smiling and waving a hand, pounding the steering wheel with the other. With each pound, a high pitched BEEP! sounded. She roared, if roared is the right word for an electric golf cart, to a halt in front of me.

"Hop in!", she called out.

"What?!", I stammered out.

"Hop in! Come on! Let's go! I'm hungry."

"But..."

"Just get in.", she told me, beeping the horn in emphasis.

What the hell? I clambered on board. Before I was even firmly seated, Elyse had floored the accelerator and we were off and running. I slammed down into the seat and gave her a dirty look, which she shrugged off with a laugh. "Women drivers.", I muttered.

Elyse must have heard me, because she let out a shriek of laughter and went nuts with the golf cart. She kept the golf cart at full tilt (which admittedly was maybe a fast jog) and began to swerve all over the place. Off the path, onto the jogging path, around startled girls, laughing and waving at everyone we almost ran over. I hung on for dear life as we made one radical turn out of the path of another golf cart driven by an older gentlemen, with a pair of stunning redheads in bikinis. The redheads laughed and waved back, as the white haired man shook his fist and yelled. I tried to become invisible.

Finally, driving down a side path down a hillside, Elyse slowed slightly and straightened out. "Any other comments?", she asked.

"Christ, no!", I said. "You're an excellent driver. I especially liked the slalom down the jogging path. I would have never thought some of those girls could move so fast."

Elyse began laughing again, and swerved madly for a second, just to shake me up. Now I had a chance to really look her over. My eyes had been covered before. She had changed into a long black halter top dress, with bright red and pink print flowers on it. It was a wrap dress, tied at the waist, showing a generous amount of leg and cleavage, and was quite becoming. I suspected pantyhose or stockings, which was confirmed by a glance at her high heeled sandals. She kept the sun off her face with a huge floppy straw hat that looked as if it was going to blow off in the wind of our passage.

"So where are we going? And what about lunch?", I continued.

"We're going on a picnic.", she told me.

"A picnic?"

"A picnic. You know, sandwiches, blankets, ants. Don't tell me you've never gone on a picnic before?"

"Of course I've been on a picnic before.", I said peevishly. "But where's the food?"

Elyse half turned around and patted the deck behind us. I grabbed the wheel to keep us on the path. She simply asked if I wanted to try for a giant slalom. In another minute she reached the end of the path and stopped. "Get the gate, willya?", she commanded, pointing at a small gate in the hedge we were next to.

I climbed out and opened the gate wide. I continued to stand there as she whirred her way through and kept on going. I stared as she drove to the middle of an acre sized glade and stopped. Feeling like an idiot, I closed the gate and walked over to the golf cart where Elyse had climbed out. "Very funny.", I said. "Who writes your material?"

Elyse simply laughed and threw open the deck. "That'll teach you!", she laughed.

"I think you need a good spanking.", I told her, reaching for her. Nimbly, she whirled out of grasp. I began to chase her around the golf cart, threatening punishments, she shrieking in laughter. After a couple of circuits, which she really couldn't do in heels, I grabbed her around the waist and turned her to face me. Backing her against the golf cart, I pressed against her, spreading her legs with mine and poking my erection into her belly. "I think you need some punishment."

"Is that what you call it?", she said smiling. Then she braced against the golf cart and pushed me away. Twirling around, she reached into the open storage area under the deck. As I turned her back towards me, she pushed a blanket into my face. "Lunch first, then dessert." She laughed and pushed me backwards. Surprised, I tripped on a root and fell backwards, falling flat on my ass heavily. Elyse damn near died of convulsions from laughing at me.

There is no justice. I spread the blanket.

Three quarters of the way through, a second blanket landed next to me. I spread this one on top of the first and turned back to the golf cart. Elyse passed me two large wicker baskets and knelt on the blanket. She daintily tucked the dress under her legs as I opened the hampers.

To be honest, I was fairly impressed. Aside from the golf cart, the whole thing reminded me of one of those pictures out of Home Beautiful or House and Garden. Very chic. The first hamper held a load of foods, the second was a cleverly disguised cooler containing several bottles of chilled wine. A Coleman cooler just wouldn't do for Home Beautiful or House and Garden. We laid out the food, and Elyse began to serve me.

The food was excellent, all cold or room temperature. We had a cool salad, a delicious pate, some crab in flaky puff pastry, crusty French bread, imported cheeses, fried chicken. You name it, it was in that hamper. Even long stemmed crystal for the wine, although this wasn't too practical. The first time I tried to set mine down, it tilted over and spilled into the grass. I grinned ruefully as Elyse giggled.

Finally, absolutely stuffed, dawdling over strawberries and whipped cream, I lay back and propped myself up on one arm. "That, my dear, was absolutely scrumptious." I gazed over at her. She had shifted around a bit during lunch and her dress had shifted open slightly. I had an excellent view at her legs tucked under her. Stockings, not pantyhose, but long stockings that topped out in lacy bands just below her crotch. Her labia were slightly parted, and her clitoris and tunnel were moist and pink. Elyse saw where I was gazing and blushed, and began to tug her dress closed again. I reached out with my free hand and stopped her, parting it slightly more, and rested my hand on her thigh. We continued chatting for a few minutes more, as I continued to gaze and began to idly rub her inner thigh.

"So. How does it feel? Any irritation? Knicks?...", I asked.

"Uh, no, no. Just fine. Feels a little cool in the breeze at times."

I smiled. "You should learn to cross your legs in public.", I commented, pushing them slightly further apart.

"Oh, really.", she said smiling.

"Oh, yes.", I responded. "My ex, the second, always said the same whenever she was wearing a miniskirt." I reached further north and began to gently draw circles with my fingertips around her puffy pudenda. "Ready for dessert, yet?", I asked.

A slight shudder went through the girl's body. Her face flushed under the oversized hat, a flush that continued down to her abundant cleavage. "Ummm...", she murmured, as I began to gently flick and rub her clitoris. "Sounds delicious."

Elyse moved closer to me, her dress spreading behind her. As my fingers began to probe her cunt, she silently undid my belt and zipper. I arched my back to allow her to pull my pants halfway down my thighs, then she began to gently stroke my dick, pulling the skin up and around the head. My cock had never really deflated since our chase around the golf cart, and now was in full glory, throbbing and twitching, the big head purple and filled with blood. In seconds we were both moaning in pleasure. "Climb on top.", I whispered.

But Elyse was too far gone in her own pleasure to pay heed to me. Her strokes slowed to a simple grasp, as I wormed a second and a third finger into her sopping pussy. When they were buried to the max I began to vigorously rub her exposed clit with my thumb. Elyse began to cry and shake, and grabbed my hand with both of hers, holding me in tightly as she came in a massive orgasm. I then slowed my motions, and she released her grasp, allowing me to gently withdraw my drenched fingers. The beauty sank down onto the blanket beside me, throwing a stockinged leg over my thighs. She cuddled next to me, panting her breath back to normal, and moved her free hand back to my groin. "Oh, that was wonderful!", she murmured into my ear, as she began to lightly stroke my erection again. Still hard, her lapse in attention had brought me down from my earlier peak. I smiled at her, half in pleasure, half in thanks for the compliment. I hugged her tight to me.

"Now will you climb on top?", I asked wryly.

"Oh, Jesus!", she exclaimed. "I'm sorry!", she said, sitting upright. "I forgot." Elyse knelt by my side, and swung a leg over my midsection. "Like this?" Straddling my waist, she lowered her soaked gash over my outstretched cock and backed down onto it, impaling herself. I replied by grunting in satisfaction. It was so warm and wet and hot!

"It's all your fault!", Elyse claimed, kneeling upright, rocking atop me.

"Huh? What's all my fault?", I asked.

"You distracted me."

"Bullshit!", I replied, and we both laughed. I made a long arm and grabbed my sport coat and the napkins and anything else I could reach and rolled them in a ball. This I shoved under my head, and lay back for an excellent show. Man, this was an E-ride at Disneyland! For one thing, aside from my jacket being off and my pants being down around my knees, we were both still dressed. Elyse leaned forward slightly and began to unbutton and open my shirt. Then she spread her skirt behind her, giving me an unfettered view of her torso and legs. The legs looked really great, the sheer stockings flowing up her thighs to the lace trimmed tops just below her pussy. She pressed my body tightly with her knees at my sides, and she kept her feet spread enough so that her ass bounced up and down between the sandals, spike heels pointing at the sun. But it was her naked pussy that really caught my eye. Her lips were flushed and puffy, grasping at my cock, and she was so hot and wet I could feel the juices run down my balls and into the crack of my ass.

She still wore the dress, still tied around her, as well as the big straw hat. By now, the sash had ridden high up her waist, causing the bodice to gape open alarmingly. I could easily see most of her tits bouncing and swaying deliciously. I wanted more.

"Pull your tits out.", I commanded.

Elyse grinned. In one slow motion, she pulled her fingers from my nipples, where she had been twisting and tweaking them, down my body. She lightly toyed with my navel, then they continued down to our joined crotches. They lingered there briefly, first rubbing the sides of my cock, as it was exposed on a bounce, they moved up and rubbed her clit for a moment. Then they continued up her belly, past her navel, until they cupped her breasts through the wrap halter. She jiggled them slowly at me, then slipped her fingers inside the gaped fabric. She pulled this aside and cupped her breasts again, thrusting them out. "Like this?", she asked coyly.

Lord, they looked good! Today, in the bright sunlight, they looked even better than last night. They were so full, so round, so perfect. The aureoles and nipples showing through her spread fingers were so perfect, protruding wickedly.

Elyse continued her slow bouncing and began to talk again. "You like to see my tits? Are they big and bouncy?", she said lifting them. "Are they big enough for you? Do you like my nipples? They really stick out, don't they? Maybe you want me to lick my nipples? Hmmm? Want to watch me suck on them?" I silently nodded and she brought them upwards, bending her face down until she began to lick and suck on the dark red tips. Her belly began to undulate as her motions became more frantic. While close to orgasm myself, I knew I could make her have another big one before we were done. Pushing a hand into her crouch, I began to rub her clit vigorously. With a loud moan, Elyse leaned backwards, tits forgotten in the crashing come she was experiencing. I continued to rub her clit until my finger began to tire, then slowed and stopped.

Her convulsion over, Elyse leaned down and I hugged her, still kneeling astride me, to my chest. Now it was time for both of us to get off. I moved my hands down her back and cupped her asscheeks through the skirt. "Do you want my hands here, or under the dress?", I asked.

"Right on my ass.", she whispered back. I smoothly complied, kneading the flesh in my fingers.

"Now, sit up a bit. Put your hands between us... That's right... Now rub your clit.", I ordered. "How do you want me to suck on your tits? Softly? Licking? Rough? Biting? Sucking? Chewing?"

A low moan escaped her lips as she massaged her pussy. "Be rough.", she pleaded. "I like it when you suck and chew."

"Like this?", I asked, applying myself to the task. They were firm and rubbery beneath my lips and incisors, as I gently sucked and nipped at them. My tongue swirled around the trapped nipples. I alternated breasts, first working one over, then switching to the waiting breast dangling by my face. Occasionally, I would open my mouth as wide as I could and attempt to inhale the entire breast.

Elyse never answered, she just moaned and bounced on my cock faster. In response I tightened my grip on her ass, working my fingers deep in the crack, until they met at her asshole. This I began to massage and probe with an extended middle finger. Elyse let out a small shriek and sat upright, pulling her left tit right out of my mouth. I pulled my finger back, sorry I had caused pain.

"Sorry, hun, I..."

"Oh, no. It didn't hurt.", she said. She leaned back down, dangling her breasts in front of my face. "It felt so good! I was just surprised. Please? Put your finger back in?"

"My pleasure.", I murmured. But I don't think she heard me. I don't talk well when my mouth is full. I crammed my middle finger up her asshole to the second knuckle and Elyse just plain went nuts. Her fingers seemed a blur on her clit and she began to bounce even faster on my dick. Then as we both neared climax, she began that heavenly ripple from the night before. I couldn't take any more. Pulling my hands loose, I grabbed her hips and thrust her down onto me. My hips continued the up and down movement, bucking upwards as I spewed up her cunt. Elyse came too, shuddering in my grip, as our mixed juices flowed out of her twat down to my balls.

Afterwards, Elyse awkwardly stretched out her legs and collapsed on my chest. My dick slowly deflated and gave a soft pop as it dropped from her cunt. I reveled in the sensation of the rest of our fluids draining onto it as her pussy emptied out. We lay like that for maybe half an hour, she resting in my enveloping arms, as our groins air dried.

But all good things must come to an end. People are designed to snooze side by side, not top and bottom, and we were both getting a little stiff. I rolled her carefully off of me, and we both redid our clothes, shyly smiling at each other. Then, just as I was buttoning my pants, we heard a low whine come from the hedge. I looked around and Elyse caught my eye.

"I think somebody found the garden next door.", she said lowly. Together, we began to quietly clean up the picnic. At the end, when the golf cart had been repacked and we were about to climb on board, Elyse gave me a sly look. Leaning into me, she said, "Let's see who it is."

"What?", I asked, surprised.

"Come on! Let's go see!", she whispered. Taking my hand, she pulled me towards the near hedge. I caught up to her and steadied her. The heels, while doing a lot for her legs, weren't meant for walking on a lawn. She looked around, then led me to a small gap in the hedge. "There's spots like this all over.", she explained.

"You mean anyone..."

"Shhh.", she cautioned. "All of us girls know about them."

I resolved not to screw outdoors here again. Elyse knelt down and peered through the thinned area. Curious, I knelt and crept up beside her. I could see a golf cart parked a short distance away. Slowly reaching up, I moved a branch to the side to get a better view.

And what a view! It was the trio we had passed, or should I say, missed, on the way here, the white haired guy with the two redheads in bikinis. Now the three were naked and having a fine old time. One girl was seated on the deck of the cart, legs spread, while the old guy munched her tits and had his hand between her legs. He was angled sideways a bit, so the other redhead could kneel in front and suck him off. He was a bit short but in good shape, but the redheads stole the show for me. Both had long straight hair, trim pussies, and nice sized tits. Wow!

We continued staring as the threesome switched positions. The girl on the golf cart slid down and turned around. Bending over the deck, she stood on tiptoe and spread her legs wide. The fellow moved up behind her and the kneeling girl took his dick in hand and guided it into the bent over girl. From our viewpoint it was obvious he wasn't putting it in her pussy. We continued watching briefly, then Elyse pushed backwards. She crawled backwards a couple of feet before standing. I followed suit. Taking my hand again she led me back to the golf cart.

Elyse had become rather excited by the display. Once at the golf cart, she reproduced the scene we had just witnessed. Bending over the deck and spreading her legs apart, she reached back and pulled her skirt to her waist. "Fuck my ass! Please!", she begged.

"What?" I was astonished.

"Please fuck my asshole! Come on, stick it in!"

Holy fucking shit! I stared down at the smooth and creamy globes and the crack between them. I could clearly see the tiny brown ring dilating open slightly. "But I..."

"Oh, come on! Don't make me beg.", she cried.

What the hell. Stepping forward, I unzipped and pushed my pants down. My cock obviously had it's own conscience, it was already hard and raring to go. But still, I was worried. "Won't this hurt?", I asked.

"Jesus! Just put it in my pussy and get it wet." I obeyed, and found her fairly juicy. I gave her a couple of quick thrusts, then pulled out. Grabbing the wet cockhead in one hand, I used my other hand to spread her cheeks. I positioned it at the entrance, then began pushing slowly inwards. Her sphincter was tight, but opened enough for me to get the head in. I let her adjust to this, then placed both hands on her cheeks. Pushing her hard against the golf cart, I spread them wide and began to slowly push into her.

I watched her face as I stuffed my dick into her ass. Elyse was definitely not in pain. Her eyes were closed and a look of sublime pleasure was on her features. When I was in to the hilt I stopped and her a muffled "Ungghh" escape her lips. If I had thought her pussy was hot and tight before, this was squared and cubed. I slowly withdrew again almost to pulling out, then pushed inwards again. This time was easier, and subsequent strokes even more so. After about half a dozen full length strokes I picked up speed. In short order I was doing a high speed piston job, slapping my balls against her thighs and pushing her into the side of the golf cart. Elyse began to moan and quiver, and tightened her ass around me. This only urged me on faster. Then Elyse shoved her arms beneath her, not reaching for her clit, but for my cock, and began to rub and squeeze my balls. Knees quivering, I exploded into her rectum.



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Chapter 11


I was meeting Elyse for dinner out front again. Driving back from the picnic, Elyse had driven much more sedately. After being asked what I wanted to do for dinner that evening, I had told her I had thought a night on the town was in order. She dropped me off by the bar and said she'd meet me out front again at eight.

"Why? Where you going?", I asked.

"I've got things to do. I need to change and work on the machines, then shower and get ready... I'll see you tonight." She leaned out of the cart and gave me a long and passionate kiss. She began to melt into my arms, but then pushed me away. Shaking her head, she smiled, and said, "No, I gotta go.", and whirred away. I grinned back, waved, and went in for a couple of drinks.

Surprising myself, despite the drinks, I turned down a very comely young lass who wanted to know if I needed any company. Somehow it didn't seem right to be chasing another skirt when Elyse and I were hitting it off so well. Very tempting though. Tall, blonde, nicely stacked, and legs that just didn't seem to stop. Dressed nicely, too, or rather undressed nicely. She wasn't wearing much. Oh, well. I headed back to my room and took a nap.

I awoke refreshed from the afternoon's labors. But first I had to take care of business. Grabbing the phone, I dialed the concierge. "Hello?... Hi, it's Bob deFrame in 307... I need to speak to Mr. Wilkerson... No, no problem... Yes, I'll hold."

The girl put me on hold for a few moments, then a slight buzz announced Wilkerson had picked up. "Yes, Mr. deFrame, how can I help you? Is everything all right?", he asked.

"Just fine. Actually, things are going quite well."

"How is Elyse doing? Everything seem satisfactory?"

"Quite. Actually, that's why I called.", I said.

"How so?"

"Well, as I said, everything is working out quite well. What happens next? I mean, er, what's the procedure in this, umm..." I stopped. What did I call this? A purchase?

"Consider this an investment, an investment in your life, Mr. deFrame. Legally, it is a personal service contract. I assume by your question that you wish to enter into such a contract."

"Er... yes." I was committed now! Or was I?

"Excellent! Let me check one or two things. Why don't we meet tomorrow, say for lunch? My office, noon?"

"Be there with bells on. Thanks."

"Not at all. Till tomorrow. Good-bye.", he said.

"Good-bye.", I concluded, and hung up. Suddenly I was in a really great mood, alive with the thought of a change in my world. More than anything, I wanted Elyse, in my arms, naked beneath me, crying out in passion. I looked down and saw the bulge in my pants. God, I wanted her then!

Well, no use crying over spilled milk. She wasn't here, and I wouldn't see her for about another two hours. Fuck it! Might as well watch the news. Who knows, maybe we could grab a quickie before leaving? I considered the "personal service contract". I'd like to meet the judge who'd enforce those services!

Earlier, we had decided to dress casually tonight. Elyse told me that Cancun had a Mexican version of the "Miracle Mile", packed with bars, restaurants, and night clubs, and we decided to do some bar hopping. I slipped into chinos, sport shirt, and loafers. No jacket, it was warm. I was several minutes early in the lobby.

Elyse came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to her, planning to pull her into an alcove for a few minutes (I was still plenty horny!), but stopped when I saw her. Stepping back, I looked her up and down. And stared!

"Something wrong?", she asked. "Should I change?"

"Huh?... No, no! Wow! You look great!", I exclaimed.

And she did, too. She also looked completely different than I had seen her before! She was wearing skintight black jeans, so tight they must have been painted on, cut so low panty lines (if she had any) would be visible. These pants had an open lattice design running up the outside of each leg, very wide, very open, running from ankle to hip. No way was she wearing panties or stockings! Up top, she wore a tight, long-sleeved, gold fishnet top. Nothing underneath but her! The mesh was, oh, say, medium open, and her dark nipples and aureoles were highly visible. The top was tied in a knot at midriff level, exposing quite a bit of belly and navel. She wore very high gold heels and carried a small gold shoulder bag.

Holy shit! I was just blown away! But it was more than just the clothes. Her whole appearance was different. Last night her hair had been elaborately done up, this afternoon, held with a simple barrette in back. Tonight it hung loose in a kind of wild look. Even her makeup was changed, her lipstick and eyeshadow a little bolder, a touch more blush to her cheeks. Whereas last night and today she had been sophisticated and sensual, now she was wildly provocative!

As my stare panned up her body, I saw a look of worry on her face. Smiling, I assured her, "Really! You look just great!"

Seeing that I was sincere, her face brightened with a look of relief. She tucked an arm through mine and headed me towards the door. "Thanks.", she said. "I wasn't sure if maybe you'd think it a bit too extreme or something."

"No, no!", I protested. "It's just, well, so different from before. I mean last night and today. But great!" As we headed out the door, I saw several of the other guests stare at her as well. You could hear eyeballs clicking at a hundred yards. Wow!

We continued the conversation after the limo girl ushered us inside the waiting car. "Well, there's only three basic looks for a girl.", she said.

"Huh? Just three looks? What do you mean?" I was a bit confused. It seemed like every single women's magazine of the last half century had been trying to sell women on hundreds of looks and moods. Every spring and fall they proclaimed the "New Look".

"Just three.", she said. "Classy, flashy, and trashy."

"But there's got to be more than that.", I protested.

"Nope", said Elyse. "Just those three. Anything else is a variation."

"Then last night and this afternoon were, what, classy?", I asked.

"You couldn't tell? I'm disappointed, Robert." She smiled. "And now?"

"Uh, flashy?", I said weakly. I was in over my head.

"Bingo! Maybe I'll do trashy for you tomorrow.", she said grinning.

Okay, so I was lost. "So what's the difference? Long skirts are classy, short is trashy? Cleavage and skin? What?"

"Attitude, more than anything else. Come on. I showed more skin yesterday and today than now. It's how you wear it that counts."

"So dresses are classy, pants are flashy, and what, hot pants are trashy?", I asked.

"God, you're hopeless!", she laughed. "Anything can be anything. Suppose instead of this getup I had on gabardine slacks. Maybe a little tight in the tush, but a nice overall line. And a sheer silk blouse. Just as much skin showing. Classy, right?"

I nodded agreement.

"Now for trashy, um, let's see. I know! Tight leather pants that zipped from waist to waist, front to back. And a leather vest, backless. You'd actually see less of me, but it's still trashy. Okay?"

I was starting to get the drift. "You learned this stuff in school here?"

"The theory part of "Sex Lab". You can do it with any kind of clothing."

"But what about your exercise suits like this morning?" I thought I had a stumper here. Elyse just smiled knowingly at me.

"Today was classy. Flashy, um, no shorts, warm-up leggings. Trashy? Hmmm. No leggings or socks, a suspender suit and bandeau bra." Triumphantly, she gave me a final "Hah!"

"You see!", I retorted, "More skin! And what about lingerie, huh? How in the world do you do that with a teddy?"

Elyse simply shook her head, like she was dealing with a low grade moron. Smiling, she replied, "Oh, please! A plain teddy, semi-sheer, or even sheer, light color - classy. Skintight, lace, dark color - flashy. And trashy - make it crotchless and laced up the front!"

I conceded defeat. The girl obviously knew what she was talking about. So I was a low grade moron. I never said I understood women. If I did, I wouldn't be here now. I looked forward to seeing trashy.

I relaxed back into the seat with an arm around Elyse as we made our way into town. I really can't describe the night. I mean take any frat boy's night pub crawling and say it in Spanish, that was it. We hit any number of places for margaritas or Dos Equis, and ate in a couple of them. Then off to the next. Most of the time we walked, the limo trailing along a hundred feet behind. One notable thing. When we danced some of the faster dances, Elyse really swayed inside that fishnet. It was fascinating.

Finally, more than a bit after midnight, we called it quits. Laughing, we crawled back into the limo and headed back to the Institute. I popped a bottle of champagne from the limo's fridge and we sipped it straight from the bottle. After a little dribbled down my chin when we hit a pothole, Elyse giggled and pointed at me. Grabbing her, I dragged her down across my lap and dribbled a bit on her neck. Leaning in, I licked it up from the hollow of her throat. We finished the bottle like that, Elyse laying across my lap, then I threw the bottle to the floor and we began some heavy necking. My hands were all over her lush body as she moaningly encouraged me.

Finally, I decided I couldn't wait any longer. My fingers moved up from her crotch, damp beneath my palm, and began to pry on her zipper. But Elyse put her hand over mine and stopped me gently. "Robert, do you have any idea how hard it is to get into these things?", she asked, smiling. "No shit, it took two helpers and a spray bottle of water. You take them off me now, I'll never get them back on."

"So?", I said grinning.

"So, I'll be wandering back through the lobby without any pants on. Just my heels and this top. You want that?"

Why not? Time was a wastin'. Saying nothing but grinning broadly, I reached down and slid off her heels, then put both hands to her waistband. Between the two of us, we got the denims unzipped and skinned off her legs. I slipped her shoes back on her and resumed my petting, now with several fingers up her hot and sweaty pussy. Her moaning became more fevered.

After I got her off once, shaking in my arms, I decided to take her right then and there. Lifting her up off my lap, I undid my pants and pushed them below my knees. This was a bit tricky, as my immense erection was momentarily trapped in my waistband. "Now, climb up on top.", I told her. Even though we were on the final approach to the lodge, I grabbed her around the waist and guided her as she straddled me and sank down onto me. Christ, that felt good! She was really turned on by our dress and location, and began to really hump and buck against me. I pushed the top above her tits, where knotted, it stayed, exposing her bouncing mammaries. Neither of us noticed when we pulled up to the lobby, or when we stopped rolling. We were still on a roll!. Even when our driver opened the door, we continued fucking, as she muttered an apology and closed it again.

But all good things, or great things in this case, must come to an end. Twitching her pussy around me, Elyse began to scream in orgasm, and her wild bucking took me over the edge. With a groan muted by the titflesh it was inhaling, I exploded deep into her drenched twat, thrusting her down onto me.

Mutually drained, we sagged into each other's arms. Then, her legs stiffening, Elyse rose off me and sank onto the cushions beside me. I kissed her tenderly. Before she could open the door and step out, I stopped her. Pulling the denim jeans from her hand, I took one leg and wiped the come from her cunt lips and legs. I used the other leg for myself, then redid my clothes. I tugged her top back into place. Opening my door, I stepped out. Tossing the jeans back into the car, I said, "Leave them.", and held her hand as she exited the limo. Hand in hand we walked inside.

At this time of night, there weren't that many people still up and around, but those who were simply stopped in place and gaped, open mouthed. Didn't bother me! And Elyse? She simply strutted like she owned the place! She really put some swivel to those hips and some bounce to those tits as she sashayed across the lobby! As the elevator doors closed, I noticed another of the guests reach up behind his lady friend and undo her halter topped dress. Through the narrowing crack I saw it slide to the lobby floor.

Elyse spoke up again when we got into the bedroom. "Tonight? Want me classy, flashy, or trashy?"

Unzipping my pants, I said, "Right now? I want you bent over."



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Chapter 12: Saturday


I woke the following morning to that warm, not-alone feeling I always associated with my marriages. I felt okay, not hung over badly, just enough to know I had been a naughty boy last night. Elyse and I had made love twice when we got back to the bedroom. The first time I had her bend and grab her knees by the bed. I plowed her from behind. Afterwards, still unslaked, I had turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed. Climbing on board, I had shoved her top above her tits while she wrapped her legs around my waist. She was really turned on last night, and began raking her heels along my buttocks and spine, all the while squealing and grunting. By the time I came, we were both panting heavily, and I felt like I had really racked my balls. Just great!

Now, I needed to piss, bad. Silently lifting the covers from my naked body, I slid out of bed and headed for the can. I closed the door and pissed against the rim to cut down the noise, but to me it sounded like Niagara Falls. Next I took a handful of aspirin from the medicine cabinet and stuck my face under the tap to down them. Brushed my teeth, too. My mouth felt like Force Recon had been marching through and stopped for a battle or two. I wiped my hands and face on a towel and crept back to the bedroom. Might as well get a little more sleep.

Elyse had other ideas. Just as I was dropping off again, I felt her stir. Either she had heard or felt me get up. She too went into the bathroom, but then I heard her moving around the room near the bed. Cracking open one eye, I saw her putting a leg into an exercise suit she had pulled out of her gym bag. More calisthenics! Well, bullshit to that!

Making a long arm, I thrust my hand out and between her thighs. Raising it upwards, I firmly but gently clamped onto her naked cunt. Elyse couldn't have been more surprised by a tarantula being dropped down her dress. With a loud shriek, she jumped and fell back onto the bed. Now it was my turn to yell. I thought she was going to break my arm! She hopped upright again and spun to face me.

"Jesus Christ!", she cried. "What was that for?"

"Trying to haul you back to bed.", I said, massaging my wrist.

"Hmmph. I was going to work out some."

"Fuck that shit.", I told her. Reaching out again, I put my hand behind the nearest leg. "Let's work out here." I tugged her towards me.

Elyse snorted in derision, but let the leotard slip from her hand and down her leg. Stepping out of it, she bent over and lifted the sheet. Scanning my body, she remarked, "I guess you are ready for some exercise.", and smiled.

I just grinned back and shifted over on the bed. I patted the bedsheet and Elyse slid in next to me. Turning on her side she gave me a deep and passionate kiss. She had brushed her teeth, too. I sidled up close and began to run my fingers along her body, stopping between her thighs. Elyse began to squirm, and I could tell she didn't mind breaking training.

We ended up in an interesting position. Elyse lay flat on her back and lifted the leg nearest me. I lay on my side and spooned up next to her, and she guided me into her. Then, legs in alternating positions, sort of X like, we began to screw. This was an absolutely tremendous position to watch her and work on her tits and nipples! In addition, it's a great position to have a conversation in.

"So, what do you want to do today?", she asked, gently rocking against me.

Are you kidding me? This would do just fine! I told her so.

"Seriously!", she protested. "Even you can't do this all day." She gave her pussy a good squeeze. "Besides, you need to eat, to restore strength." Another squeeze.

Oh yes I could. Those pussy clamps were wonderful! "Breakfast in bed. Lunch, too. Maybe even dinner.", I grunted out.

"Bullshit!" Elyse began to slowly rub her fingers over her clit. Her squirmings were definitely becoming more heated. My response was to thrust more deeply. Without uncoupling, Elyse turned away from me, to true spoon fashion, and clamped her legs together. Well, two can play that game. I continued the movement and rolled her onto her belly, straddling her from behind. Now, my dick firmly buried in her tight and twitching twat, I began to really fuck her. I began to ram it to her, as she moaned and cried for more. She came twice before, sweating and straining, I spewed my seed towards her womb.

But to a certain extent she was right. I was still tired and rolled off and fell back asleep. When I woke an hour-and-a-half later I heard the shower running. Sitting up, I noticed Elyse's leotard missing from the floor where she had stepped from it. Whereas our exercise had made me sleepy, it had apparently woken her up. She had undoubtedly done her calisthenics and was now bathing. I got up and put on my bathrobe.

Leaving her to bathe in peace I headed for the living room. I called room service for two orders of eggs and bacon, then went into the kitchenette to make coffee. By the time I heard the shower stop, I had coffee made and was sitting on the couch, watching the news.

Elyse came out of the bedroom, dressed in a matching robe and drying her hair. "Morning, sleepyhead.", she greeted me.

"Morning. Coffee's on the counter."

She went to the counter. Pouring, she commented, "Typical male. Roll over and go to sleep. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

I threw a small pillow (What do you call those things they put on couches, anyway?) at her and missed. Elyse simply laughed and picked it up. Bringing it and her coffee over, she tossed it next to me and bent over, kissing my bald spot. I would have grabbed her but she'd have probably dumped hot coffee in my lap.

"Are you making fun of my hair?", I asked.

"Just your lack of it.", she laughed, skipping out of arm reach. She continued to dry her own luxuriant tresses.

"I'm not bald, I'm follically impaired.", I pronounced. "Be kind or I won't let you have breakfast."

The beautiful girl's face brightened. "Breakfast? Goody! I'm starving. What'd you order?"

"Eggs, bacon, juice... you know, the works."

"Great. So, what do you want to do today?"

I looked Elyse over and she looked pretty good. Her robe had loosened somewhat and I saw a long leg and a bit of cleavage. "I told you already."

Elyse snorted. "Seriously! This is your last day here. And besides, you've got a luncheon meeting, remember?"

How'd she know that? I hadn't told her. Must have gotten it through the grapevine. So did she know my plans? Our plans? I stayed quiet on the subject. Best talk to Wilkerson first. "That still leaves this morning.", I replied, arching my eyebrows.

Elyse snorted again, but headed back into the bedroom. "Talk, talk, talk.", she said, then closed the door.

A few minutes later a knock on the front door and a muted "Room Service!" announced the arrival of breakfast. I tightened the robe around me as I walked to the door. Opening it I found a tray being pushed by a pretty young girl. She wheeled it in and I helped her unload the trays onto the dinette table. Just as she was leaving, Elyse came back into the room. I guess she was going to do trashy today. She had on a sheer red nightshirt, open except for a single button at the waist, bright red crotchless panties, long red fishnet stockings, and red high heels. She would have been less provocative naked wearing a sign saying "Fuck Me"! Wow!

As I stared, she sat across from me at the glass topped table. "Well, are you going to sit down, or what?", she asked. I fumbled the chair out and sank into it, never taking my eyes from her. Through the glass I could see her clearly, and she knew it. She planted her feet apart and spread her thighs wide. Holy shit, she was going to really give me a show! After sipping her juice, she reached a hand behind her back and came out with a fair sized dildo. Placing it at her pussy lips, she inserted it and then slowly pushed it into the hilt. I stared, wide eyed, as she flicked a small switch and it began to hum. Then, vibrator humming, she began to eat. "Well? I thought you were hungry?"

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I arrived at Wilkerson's office a few minutes late and was greeted by Becky. "Mr. deFrame? Mr. Wilkerson asked if you could meet him in the bar for lunch." I simply nodded in agreement and waved good-bye. Very pretty girl, that Becky.

I could always blame Elyse for the delay. After that rather amazing breakfast, she had pulled the vibrator out and walked around the table. Pushing my chair out, she had simply straddled me and fucked me there at the table. Afterwards, she had gone back to the bedroom, while I, winded, put the plates and whatnot on the cart and pushed that out the door.

I figured on taking a shower and a shave, but Elyse had other ideas. After freshening up, she had changed into a backless black teddy that laced up from stem to stern and black high heels. More trash, and delightfully so! The rest of the morning went that way. Elyse would come out in some marvelously slutty outfit and fuck or suck me silly, then go back to the bedroom and change. Fortunately, she did allow me enough time to recuperate, at least barely. And she had an amazing ability to raise the seeming dead.

Finally, I had to push her away. Locking the bedroom doors behind me, I called out to her to wake me in time for lunch. She laughed uproariously at my surrender and retreat.

I found Wilkerson in the bar at the same table as before. A fetching barmaid placed a pair of drinks before us as he greeted me and shook my hand. "I assume everything is still going swimmingly?", he asked.

I nodded and said, "Yeah, just great. So what happens now?"

Wilkerson smiled. "Why, now we eat lunch."

I laughed, and we ordered from the hovering barmaid. All barmaids should dress that way! We chatted about my trip into town last night until lunch was served, then as we dug in, Wilkerson pulled some papers from a jacket pocket. "I have the preliminary contracts here. I figure we discuss the terms and then we can have Becky do it up final. All right?"

"Sure. But I thought the terms were already set? Your Mr. Wilson explained them to me. I've arranged a wire transfer to your account in the Caymans following my approval. I hope you aren't changing things on me. I'd be very disappointed." I had stopped eating and was giving Wilkerson a hard and cold look.

Wilkerson put his fork down and waved his hands. "No, no.", he said in a reassuring tone. "Nothing of the sort, really. Let me explain."

"Please do."

"There are really two contracts involved. The first remunerates the Institute for arranging a personal service contract with Ms. Miller. This is what you have made the arrangements for, and nothing is changed. No extra fees or charges. Everything is as you understand it."

Somewhat mollified, I slowly nodded agreement. "Okay, then what about these terms?"

"They relate to the second contract, the personal service contract with Elyse. Consider this as an investment. All investments require maintenance and upkeep. If you were to purchase a Bentley, you'd still have to buy gas and oil, right? And you wouldn't expect the dealership to provide these, correct?"

I began to catch Wilkerson's drift, and gave a slight nod.

He continued. "In the same vein, surely you must realize that the fee involved could not begin to support Elyse in New York City for a three year term, that being the standard agreement. Obviously you were expecting to have certain cash outlays in this regard. These are the terms I mentioned. Your arrangements with Elyse herself."

This was much better, and a wave of relief came over me. "Well, I thought you knew she was staying with me?"

"I suspected as much, but one's never sure in these matters. There are three basic arrangements we make for the girls." Three's again! I motioned for him to continue. "First, you have domestic servant relationships. While providing, um, shall we say, special services? But mainly, maids, cooks, waitresses, that sort of thing. You would obviously be expected to provide some sort of living quarters." Jack sprang to mind. I'd have to ask him.

"A second sort is a non-live-in companion. A mistress, if you will. Again, suitable accommodations are necessary. You fall into the third category, that of live-in companion."

"Hmm, I see your point. I had figured on her staying in my apartment."

Wilkerson nodded and continued. "Exactly. But what of spending money, clothes, and so forth. I need to set down with our new patrons and discuss these things. I'd like to offer a few suggestions, if I may."

"I'm all ears.", I replied. And I was! I had never considered some of this, figuring on handling it on the fly, as it were. "Please."

"Very well. First. Money. While Elyse will obviously have no rent costs, she will still need spending money. If nothing else, if you end the relationship at the end of the term, you can't just throw her out on the street, penniless. I suggest a thousand a month."

Wow, I hadn't figured on that! But thinking it over around a mouthful of ribs, I could see the point. While I couldn't see that happening, you never knew. Three years, twelve grand a year, thirty-six grand. Not a problem, really. Less than my ex-wives cost me, that's for sure. And no alimony. I grunted approval and Wilkerson continued.

"Decent health insurance, as well. Perhaps you can arrange something through your firm?"

"Sensible.", I replied.

"And operating expenses, of a sort. That stipend is Elyse's, really. A savings account. Unless you plan on making all purchases for the two of you, she'll need some spending money. Perhaps another thousand a month."

"What!?", I exclaimed. Operating expenses were rising steeply.

"Consider. Are you planning on buying all the food? Her clothes? Makeup? Drugs? And then there's that lovely trip to the drugstore once a month, I'm sure you'd love that. As you can see, things mount up. Unless I'm sadly mistaken, you were planning on doling out cash as needed."

"Uh, yeah, I guess I had been planning on doing that." I felt rather foolish admitting this, and reddened.

"Nothing wrong with that. I suggest that you arrange a Visa or Mastercard with a preset monthly limit. Maybe five hundred or a thousand. Then give her the balance in cash. Remember, much of what she'd be spending, you'd be paying out anyway. Food for instance, or clothes and such."

"Anything else?"

"No, not really. Your friend Jack has made similar arrangements for Teresa, and like you, the first time he came down here I explained it to him, much as I've down with you." We both smiled at the mention of my friend. "That's all I wanted to discuss. I simply want to put some numbers down in writing."

I nodded, satisfied. "Make it a thousand and a thousand." After another bite, I commented, "You know that second grand might not go too far, if we plan something big. Some fancy party dress or something."

"There's a clause in here about extraordinary expenses not counting against these figures. Sort of a force majeure. Really, these are more bottom lines than anything else. I can assure you, no woman ever born has ever protested if a man wanted her to spend more."

This time we both laughed. We finished lunch and headed back to his office. Entering, he handed the notes to Becky for revision. "It's all in Word Perfect.", he said. "She just puts in the amounts and spits it out to the laser printer."

"We use Microsoft Word to do the same thing.", I commented.

We settled into armchairs to wait for the laser printer to spit. I turned down the offer of a drink, and Wilkerson spoke up. "A last comment, if I might. Advice, if you will."

"Sure.", I told him. What the heck, right?

"Well, this is something new for you. You must always remember that you're dealing with another human being. This isn't a dog or cat you can take out on a leash. Women need some sense of self worth and independence. An element of freedom is necessary in any smooth relationship."

I gave him a semi-confused look. Leash?

He continued. "Hmm, I never can explain this properly. You'd think by now I'd have it down pat. Anyway. To put it bluntly, it will never work out if you expect Elyse to prance around all the time as your personal Playmate of the Month, your own personal mindless sex kitten. These girls have been trained for that, yes, but they expect more, all women do. What I'm trying to say is, give her some freedom. If she wants to go to college, let her. If she wants to work somewhere, it might be a good idea. Keep her cooped up for three years, and it will seem three decades. If it lasts that long. Do you get my drift?"

"Actually, I do.", I said. "I had never thought of just locking her up in the apartment. Would she want to go to college?" An interesting idea. I suspected mad, torrid sex could only go so far.

"I have no idea. That you have to talk about with her. And your apartment. Where will she be staying? In your bedroom?... Do you have a second bedroom available?" I nodded yes. "Let her have her own room. She might never use it, but she'll have it, her own little piece of the world, where she can retreat to when necessary. And respect it. Don't go in there unless she asks. Follow me?"

"Hmmm, yes. I suppose I can see the need, although it'll take some work. And I'll probably need to put in an exercise room as well... maybe convert the study.", I said, half to myself.

After a few moments musing silently, I noticed the office door open and Becky delivered the finished contracts and left. We read through them in turn, then Wilkerson slid a phone across the coffee table towards me. I placed a call to my bank and gave a coded instruction. Fifteen minutes later the phone rang again, and Wilkerson received confirmation of the wire transfer. We stood and he shook my hand, then ushered me out. As he opened the door, he asked me my plans for the evening.

"Nothing in particular. We hit the town last night. Any suggestions?"

"Actually, yes. First, you and Elyse will be leaving tomorrow. Traditionally, her closest friends will be throwing her a going away party in her dorm room tonight, late. She really wouldn't want to miss it, so expect her to leave you with a substitute this evening. And Saturday nights, the girls really like to let their hair down. There's usually a real wingding down in the night club. I think you might find it, er, interesting."

I smiled and said I'd think about it. As I headed out, Becky told me that Elyse had left word she would be in the Nautilus room, if I wanted to drop by. Then she stood and headed into Wilkerson's office, trailed by a slim redhead with amazingly long legs. Well, it was Saturday afternoon, after all.

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I found the Nautilus room without mishap and pushed the door open. Inside were four large contraptions, apparently the full set of gizmos with weights and beams and such. I never liked these anymore than I liked calisthenics. Three were in use now, Elyse and two other girls, all pumping and puffing. All wore spandex exercise outfits, but Elyse had definitely the most extreme of the three. Last night she had described a trashy exercise getup, and this went to the max. Her suspender suit barely consisted of a thong bottom whose thin straps curved up and around her breasts, framing them. The bandeau bra was quite small, cupping her full breasts but barely covering her nipples. Every pump and puff jiggled her tits like a bowl of Jell-O. But despite the getup, she wasn't just showing off. She was working hard, sweat running down her red face and off her body, her long, dark hair matted with perspiration. She nodded when I came in.

"Afternoon.", I said. "Having fun?"

Puffing, she grunted out, "Yeah. Join me?"

Shaking my head, I replied, "Not in a million years." I sat down on the free machine. "Just watching, thank you very much."

Elyse snorted in derision, to which I just grinned and settled back to watch. She had her arms on some counterbalanced weights, pushing them forward and together in front of her before letting up and letting them spread her arms back behind her. Good for the pectorals, I'm sure. Maybe she was serious about rug burns. Reminded me of exercises we made the frat pledges do outside the girl's dorms. I looked around the room. A gym bag, undoubtedly Elyse's, was under her stool, along with a large towel. The other girls, cute blondes, but nowhere near as impressive (At least, to me.), were working on leg lifts of some sort. In some ways, this place reminded me of the gyms you see in commercials for fitness centers. Nothing but beautiful young women in spandex. The reality, of course, is nothing but fat, middle aged housewives in jogging suits.

The other two left shortly thereafter, waving at Elyse with 'See you tonight.'s. Elyse, stopped her pec pumps and shifted around on the seat. Placing a leg on each side of a spring mounted Y-frame, she began to press it together and release it with her knees. She was actually very well muscled. Her thighs rippled with the effort. This was a truly inspirational sight, as the minuscule crotch of her thong suit began to ride up between her pussy lips. In short order, considerable pink was showing. I could feel my own crotch beginning to stir, and Elyse noticed. Smiling, she adjusted her suit (actually ending up pulling it higher into her cunt!) and asked, "Sure you don't want to join me?"

Tempting, very tempting indeed. But I didn't like the idea of just anybody wandering in. I declined. "Not right now. Maybe another time." Maybe exercise equipment would be a good idea, after all!

Now that she wasn't working her upper body, she had regained the wind to talk. "So, everything go all right with Mr. Wilkerson?", she asked.

"Yep. Papers all signed. We can fly back tomorrow. Say, what, do you have a passport or something?"

"Don't need one for Mexico. I've got my birth certificate. Uh, thanks. You're really a sweet guy, you know?"

Now it was my turn to snort in derision. "I know a couple of women who could give you an argument on that one."

"What? Your exes? Mental defectives. So, what were they like? Do I look like them?"

I shook my head at the thought. "Not even close.", I said. "Janie, my first wife, had your color hair, but nothing else matched. Short, pretty in a plain sort of sense, freckles, maybe ten pounds too heavy. And Tanya? Blonde, tall, leggy, slim. Fashion model type."

"So how'd you marry them?"

I thought back over the years. Presently, I spoke up. "Janie was my college sweetheart. Married me right out of college. We were together eight years, some good, some bad. Tanya I married on the rebound, I guess. Three years, all incredible, some incredibly bad. Been on my own since."

"No kids, right?"

"Nope."

"So what happened?" She stopped her workout and lay back against the seat, winding down. Unconsciously, she readjusted her outfit, recovering her nipples where they had peeked out, and hiding her twat.

"Well, I told you about Tanya."

"Fooling around, right?"

"To put it mildly."

"And your first wife?", she asked.

"That's a bit longer story."

"So tell me." She stood and grabbed her bag. "Come on.", she said, leading me towards the showers. Throwing her towel over a hook, she turned on one of the showers. "Sure you don't want to join me?", she asked, peeling off her outfit.

Her height, or lack thereof, was a problem we would have to work out someday. But not now. I just smiled and said, "No. I'll just watch. But thanks anyway."

Watching Elyse shower was a treat in itself. She lathered up all over, and luxuriated in the steaming spray. From under the jet, she called out. "So?"

"So what?"

"So what happened with Janie?"

Oh. "We just grew apart. She wanted a husband who was going to stick around, a real nine-to-five guy. Steady, dependable, regular hours. And that wasn't me, at least in those days."

"How so?"

"Well, I mean, right after we got married, the Corps shipped my sorry ass off to the garden spot of the Pacific. And then shipped me back in pieces. That was really hard on her. And when I got out, it was long days at work and long nights at night school. What really tore it was when I quit IBM to start my own company. The hours were even longer, and there was no steady paycheck for the longest time. She just couldn't take it anymore."

"So she left you? For that?"

"Some people can't handle it. I'm probably as guilty as anybody. I suppose I should have seen the signs. But I was too involved with my own problems to notice. Or care, I guess." Somehow, talking to a nude girl half my age taking a shower was a lot easier than talking to someone else. Although a lot stranger, looking back on it.

"What happened to her?", asked Elyse.

"Who? Janie? A few years later I got a card from her. She was marrying an accountant. We exchange Christmas cards. She lives in a development on Long Island, three kids, mortgage, the whole works. Just what she wanted all along."

Elyse turned off the water and began to towel herself off. "And then you married Tanya?"

"Yeah. Christ, what a fucking screwup that was!"

"On the rebound, huh?"

"No shit! A fucking trophy wife, only she wanted to be on everybody's mantle. And mean? Boy, was she pissed when I held her to the terms of our prenup."

"Smart guy. Most men don't get one.", sympathized Elyse.

Another snort from me. "If I was so fucking smart, then why did I marry her. Thank God my lawyer insisted on one. He says he knew the first time he met her I'd need one." We both laughed at that.

Elyse wrapped the towel around herself, which wasn't really too effective in covering her. I mean, she had a lot more curves than that towel did. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a hair dryer and plugged it in. Taking out a brush, she turned on the dryer and did her hair in a mirror. I sat on the counter, catching glimpses of her through the gap in the towel. Finally, hair dried and brushed loose, she turned off the noisy machine, over which we couldn't talk anyway.

"Did they do, umm, anything, er, well you know, that, I mean, uh, you want me to do?", she stumbled out, blushing.

It took me a few seconds to comprehend what she was asking. Then it was my turn to blush. I cleared my throat self- consciously and said, "No. Not really." What a question! But then I thought about it. That's why I was here and why Elyse was coming home with me, right?

"Everything was pretty normal, that way.", I continued. "It certainly was with Tanya, anyway. Very adventurous lady, that one. Too adventurous, in the end."

"Adventurous, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"You just did.", said Elyse.

I smiled and shrugged. "Well, you know I used to shave her. Very sexy girl. Long legs, liked to show them off, which was just fine with me. Not exactly beautiful. Striking, I'd say. And she really liked to do it, too. Anytime, anyplace. And anyone, as it turned out."

"And your first wife? Conservative there, too.?"

I had to think that one over a bit. Pursing my lips, I ran my hand over my face before I answered. "Sort of. Yes and no. I mean, she'd do anything I asked. Anything. But I had to ask. She never initiated anything in our entire marriage. Ever."

"Never?", asked Elyse, looking mildly shocked. Taking off her towel, she tossed it into a bin. Out of the bag she pulled a dress, stockings, and high heeled sandals. She scooted up onto the counter next to me and shook out a stocking.

"Not that I can recall.", I replied, shaking my head.

Elyse slipped on the stocking and straightened it on her leg, then shook out the second. "Was she, you know, frigid?"

"No. At least I don't think so. Frigid women don't have orgasms, right? At least I don't think they do. And Janie came. Maybe not every single time, but I'd think I'd have known if she didn't come in eight years. She seemed to be enjoying it. A lot."

The second stocking slipped on and Elyse began to put on her high heeled sandals. "But she didn't start it, huh?"

"Nope. I guess that was the husband's job. I'd buy her nightgowns and stockings and the like, but she'd never wear them unless I told her to specifically. Never wear dresses unless we were going out. Ever." I hopped off the counter and took Elyse's hand as she climbed down. She adjusted her stockings, lace topped thigh highs, and put on her dress.

"What about the sex?"

"Same thing. She never once asked for it. Never reached for me at nights, no early morning wake-up calls, no quickies or nooners, unless I asked or started it. I mean, I could walk up to her in the kitchen and stick it in her face, or push down her pants, and she'd take care of it quite nicely, then and there. But she'd never do what you did this morning, that fashion show and whatnot."

"Too bad.", said Elyse. She turned her back to me. "Zip me, please?" She had put on a sleeveless, mid-thigh length, slip dress made from a flowered rayon print. Spaghetti straps crisscrossed to a low, zippered back. Neck and shoulders and a fair bit of cleavage showed. Very nice. We were back to classy. I zipped. "Thanks.", she said.

She tossed her stuff into her bag and slipped her arm in mine. "I'm thirsty.", she said. "Let's get a drink."

We sat at the bar and had a couple of gin and tonics. "Mr. Wilkerson said you'd be leaving early tonight. A party. So I figure we'll see the show here tonight. Okay?"

"Thank you.", said Elyse. She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "I appreciate that. We'll make certain you get taken care of."

"So, what's this show like?", I asked.

Elyse simply rolled her eyes. "Oh, God! It's just crazy! You just have to see it to believe it!"

"What's the dress code, classy, flashy?"

"Trashy! Just plain trashy and slutty as can be! You can wear whatever you want, but the rest of us just go nuts!" She downed her drink and stood up with an evil gleam in her eye. "Come on, let's see if I can get you in the mood." She took my hand and led me back to the room.



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Chapter 13


I waited for her in the nightclub. She had told me to get there by nine, but it was still a few minutes to. I lazed back in the booth and thought about this afternoon.

Elyse had pulled me into the bedroom and had undressed me. Pushing me back on the bed, she had unzipped her dress and slipped it off. Climbing onto the bedsheet beside me, she had knelt and given me a hand job until I was as hard as a rock. She had me raise my ass and stuff a couple of pillows under me, and then had straddled me, stockinged knees besides my hips, and sank down onto me. She then had told me to put the remaining pillows under my head, lie back, and enjoy. And I had enjoyed, Elyse gave me quite a show. She proceeded to give herself as much pleasure as she was giving me, pinching and licking at her huge nipples, spreading her pussy lips and rubbing her clit and my cock. She squeezed her cunt around me, performing that exquisite and amazing ripple effect. I simply had my hands on her ass, guiding her thrusts, subtly informing her when I wanted them slow and easy, hard and fast. Even after I had exploded upwards into her she had continued to rock atop my groin, clamping her pussy around my shrinking dick and refusing to let it go. Repeated ripples on the flaccid organ had me up for an encore performance in about ten minutes. Excellent!

After a brief nap, we dressed for dinner downstairs. Then we split to shower and change in our separate rooms. I promised to meet her in the club. Before she left, she explained the procedure for tomorrow. I was to leave out whatever I was wearing for the flight home or would need in the morning. Jeanine would could up after I came downstairs and repack for me. Sounded quite efficient.

And now I waited for Elyse to return. Around me, the festivities were already starting. Certainly the girls seemed to be preparing for a wild and crazy night. Legs and tits were displayed in abundance. Miniskirts and fishnets seemed to be the norm, with a variety of tops displaying extraordinary amounts of cleavage. Even the waitresses were in the mood, their sheer blouses even sheerer, the short skirts even shorter, and their high heels even higher. On stage, a slim blonde with long legs was stripping, doing a slow bump and grind to the heavy bass beat pumping out over the speakers, having just replaced a redhead with bigger tits but shorter legs.

I was simply sitting there, taking in the sights, when Elyse came through the door. She was a show in her own right, sauntering up to the table, swinging her ass from side to side, really flaunting it. Man, she looked like Nickel Annie ready for the fleet to come in!

The most noticeable thing about her attire was the boots. Long, black, shiny vinyl, with high heels, that came above her knees to mid-thigh. Above that was a lot of skin, the sight stopped only by the smallest of tight black vinyl miniskirts. When she slid in next to me, I noticed the sides of the skirt were buttoned, or rather unbuttoned, right up to the waistband. Her ample titflesh jiggled and wiggled in a thin and lacy black bustier. This barely covered her nipples, and the bright brass ring attached to the zipper that ran down it's front was pulled halfway to her navel. Shit!

She slid in next to me and kissed me, sliding her tongue halfway down my throat. "Having fun?", she asked huskily.

Eyes popping out at the sight, I could barely mumble assent.

Our waitress bought another round of drinks and we settled back to watch the action around us. Elyse would occasionally point out some of the kinkier moments. But on my own I could see quite a bit. I remember a brunette seated at a table in the center of the room with a chubby fellow. At one point, she unzipped his pants and reached inside to stroke him off. But before she could finish, their blonde waitress came along with drinks. Seeing the hand job, she set her tray on the table, she had raised her skirt and knelt on his chair, straddling him and fucking him while he pawed her tits through the thin fabric. Coming quickly, she had climbed off and continued her rounds like nothing had happened, leaving the brunette to finish him off.

Quite a few men were in the audience, almost all accompanied by one or two students. But several were at the bar, taking in the scenery, and Tina and Louise had set up shop in the booth nearest the bar. They were dressed in fishnet stockings and high heels, and that was it! They had a real routine going! One would go to the bar and greet a man, sipping a drink with him while rubbing his crotch, then lead him back to the booth. Once there, she would promptly proceed with sucking or fucking him till they both got off, then kiss him good-bye and wander off to the ladies room. A few minutes later, clean and ready to go again, she'd be back at the bar looking for the next victim. Astoundingly, they were using the same booth, and often both would be doing their particular partner of the moment at the same time. I still say they're going to end up in a bell tower some day, and told Elyse so.

"They are a bit much.", she admitted.

"What do you other girls think about that pair?", I asked pointing at the copulating couple with a jerk of my head.

Elyse stopped rubbing my erection through my pants and looked them over. Reaching down, I took her hand and returned it to my lap. She looked back at me and smiled. "You like that, huh?"

"Yeah. Now what about Tina and Louise?"

"That's just standard operating procedure for those two. I mean, they're absolute nymphos. The sick kind. They're inseparable! They room together and go at it all night long. You wouldn't believe some of the shit they've got in there! Everybody treats them nice, I suppose, but gives them a wide berth, so to speak."

Elyse waved her free hand at the room. By now a pair girls on stage were beginning to overtly stimulate themselves, rubbing their pussies and licking their juices off their fingers. "So, what do you think?", she yelled. It was definitely getting raucous.

I looked around. Several other guests were being serviced in booths and at tables around us. Turning back to my date, I yelled back over the din, "Fellini does Las Vegas! On acid!"

Elyse shook with laughter. Then she joined in the madness. Slipping beneath the table, she unzipped my pants and gave me a vigorous mouthfuck. Then she zipped me up and crawled up next to me. Wide eyed, I watched as she picked up her drink and, putting it to her lips, spilled my come into the glass. Swirling it around a moment, she then proceeded to drink it down in one long gulp. She licked her lips and smacked them, then kissed me hard, laughing at my astonishment. Wow!

Around ten or so, the music was turned down and the curtains on the stage were opened, revealing a production set. A smiling emcee, one of the permanent staff, came out to announce the playing of "Wheel of Misfortune", at which all the girls screamed in delight, even Elyse. Later, she told me they had several games like this they alternated with.

"Wheel of Misfortune" was a zany hodge-podge of "Wheel of Fortune" and "Jeopardy". Three of the girls and three of the guests were called on stage at random and had to answer crazy questions from the emcee. If they won, they spun a huge wheel, mounted vertically, and received the consequences. The "Misfortune" was in the consequences. While some of them were points towards winning, some were required to do some really stupid stuff, like sing karaoke opera. And the female contestants tried hard to win, lifting their skirts and dropping their tops to try and distract the guys. The first round, all three guys lost, confused by the rules, one man claimed good-naturedly. The three winners, in order, got to grab one of the guys and take them into screened booths off stage afterwards.

I got tapped for the second round, and despite my protests, Elyse pushed me out of the booth and towards the stage. It was just as insane, but by now I had the routine down. When the girls flashed their tits at us guys, I told the other men to follow my lead, and grabbed my crotch and did pelvic thrusts back at them. The place went nuts.

Amazingly, I was the winner, and selected a pretty blonde to follow me into the booth. Once there, I roughly pulled her top to her waist and pushed her to her knees. She gave me a nice, fast blowjob and then we left. I returned to my seat, where Elyse was watching the third round.

"So how was the blowjob?", she asked, grabbing my crotch.

"How'd you know I got a blow job?"

She just rolled her eyes at me. Yelling back over the noise of the crowd, she said, "Eighty-five percent of you guys get blowjobs!" She smirked.

"And the other fifteen?"

"Bend over and lift your skirt, lady!"

"And what if the girl wins?", I asked.

"What do you think!", she laughed back.

Well, nobody said only women get on their knees! After the third round was a final "Winners" round. I went back on-stage without prodding this time. More craziness, and this time I only came in second. This time I selected a well stacked redhead and was heading for the booth when the emcee laughed and called me back. He handcuffed her hands behind her back and put a collar and leash on her neck, then handed the leash to me. Dumbfounded, I stood there, until a tugging on the leash indicated Candy was heading towards my table. Roles reversed, I followed her.

Candy sat in our booth and Elyse got up and followed me around the table, sandwiching me between them. But this was more than a bit much for me. Protesting that this was going too far, I reached up to take off the collar and leash when Elyse stopped me.

"Don't!", she objected. She pulled my hands down.

"What?!", I asked, staring at her.

Elyse leaned over and began to whisper in my ear. "Don't release her."

I stared at Elyse, unbelieving. "What!?"

She pulled my head down closer. "Don't release her. Leave her handcuffed and leashed.", she whispered.

I turned my face to her ear. "This is ridiculous! Why?"

"Because she likes it this way."

I pulled back and stared at Elyse. "You gotta be shitting me!"

She shook her head, no. "I shit you not. Candy and I used to room together. She really gets off on B&D, the whole dominance routine. She wants you to treat her this way."

My jaw must have dropped open in surprise. Elyse continued. "If you want to have fun, and want her to enjoy it, treat her like a slave. Punish her, humiliate her, torment her gently... And make sure you give her a good spanking... yeah, that's right, spank her... I guarantee you'll enjoy the results... She goes wild... And make sure you do her in the ass... Like Darth Vader says, give in to your dark side."

Well, when in Rome, I suppose. I made a mental vow to cut her loose at the first sign of displeasure. This is only slightly my cup of tea. But it might turn out interesting, if Candy really went this route. Before Elyse left I would experiment.

Grabbing the redhead by the shoulders, I roughly dragged her onto my lap and swung her around so she faced Elyse. Candy really was quite pretty. Full breasted, slim waist, oval face, short curly hair. She wore a deeply cut halter top, a very short wrap skirt that tied on one side, and stiletto heeled pumps. Grabbing the tie, I undid it, then ripped the skirt out from under her and tossed it to the floor. Now I could see that the halter top was actually a body suit.

Snapping my fingers above my head, I summoned a waitress and ordered a round of drinks for the three of us, a double for Candy. I also ordered a large glass of ice water, with large ice cubes, not shaved ice. While waiting for our drinks to come, I gave several gentle tugs on the leash. Rather than resent this, Candy seemed to grow excited. Her breathing quickened and her nipples hardened to the point they looked as if they would rip through the thin fabric of her top. It was hard to tell in the dark of the nightclub, but I think her face and chest were flushing darkly, as well.

The waitress soon returned with our drinks, as the place was beginning to thin out. On-stage, the dancers had returned, now rapidly stripping down. More so than before, they were enthusiastically masturbating themselves to the music, and now several were on-stage, often fingering each other. The waitress smiled and left us with our glasses. Elyse and I sipped at ours, but of course, Candy, handless, was forced to sit on my lap watching. About halfway through my drink, I asked her if she wanted a drink.

"Yes, please."

I gave a sharp tug to the leash. "What did you say?"

"Yes, please."

Another sharp tug. "What did you say, slave?"

Wide eyed, she responded, "Yes, master."

"Better." I lifted the glass and held it to her lips. I began to lift it and she began to sip on it, but I continued to upend it. She tried to gulp it down, but a considerable amount spilled down her throat to her chest, soaking her top. She gasped as an ice chip slid down between her tits.

"Now see what you've done.", I scolded her. "You can't even drink from a glass properly. I took another sip from my drink. Setting down my glass, I picked up the ice water. "You've made a mess all over yourself and now you'll have to be washed off." I began to dribble the ice water around her lips. She shivered and quaked as the icy water ran down her body. About halfway through, I brought the glass down to her breasts and poured the rest on and between them. By now her top was soaked, and some of the moisture was running down to my pants legs. But they were dark and I really didn't care anyway. I wasn't planning on wearing them too much longer.

Her tits were heaving now, the thin fabric of the top glistening in the remaining light, her nipples at pert attention. Reaching into the glass I removed an ice cube and began to run it over the tops and sides of her breasts, pushing it inside the halter top as it melted. I followed this with a second ice cube, and when done I had her squirming attention. Then it was time for the coup de grace. Pulling two more cubes out of the glass, I ran them rapidly down her front to her crotch. Fingering aside the snap beneath, I placed them at the entrance to her pussy and pushed them inwards, repositioning the cloth to hold them in. A massive shudder ran through her as her back arched, and she began to shake and moan. A flood of cold liquid saturated the cloth and ran down to my legs.

Seeing I had things well in hand and didn't need her attentions, Elyse announced she'd better be going if she wanted to party and sleep.

"We'll walk you out.", I announced. I pushed Candy off my lap and stood up, following Elyse. "Wait a moment.", I called to her, before she got away. Tugging the leash, I pulled Candy to her feet beside me. I reached behind her head and popped the snap holding the halter up, then rudely shoved it down below her hips. I pushed it low enough she could step out of it, then tugged the leash to make her follow us, and we continued.

In the lobby, Elyse leaned up and kissed me good night, but I had another idea. Taking her by the elbow, I pushed her into a darkened alcove, and tugged Candy along behind me. Elyse had been turning me on all night in that outfit, and a blowjob just wasn't going to cut it. One handed, I undid her skirt and tossed it to one side. Then leaning back against the wall, I turned her around, facing away from me. "Remove her top, slave.", I commanded Candy, tugging on the leash to position her face between Elyse's tits. Candy was forced to grab at the brass ring on Elyse's bustier with her teeth and pull it down and unhook it.

Then I unzipped my pants. Grabbing Elyse's hips, I pulled her backwards until her warm smooth buttocks were gently resting against my stiff dick. Gently kicking her feet wide, I reached around and between her legs and stuffed my meat inside her. Elyse was hot and eager, her juices flowing down her thighs, and it felt like heaven. Then, tugging downwards on the leash, I pointed at Elyse's feet, and ordered, "Pleasure her!"

The effect was electrifying. Candy dropped down before our joined groins and buried her head in Elyse's pussy. She was a noisy slurper, but I almost didn't hear the sucking over Elyse's whimpers and moans. She really began to twitch and move on me, thrusting back at my bucking crotch. Candy was hard pressed to follow along, but did so quite gamely. After a second shrieking come from Elyse, I followed suit, with an evening-full of jism. Then to finish things, I ordered Candy to stay kneeling and lick the both of us clean. Elyse came a third time during this, but when it was my turn I just had Candy lick me clean and didn't accept the suckoff she offered silently. I had other plans.

Elyse hurriedly dressed, then gave me a long, hard smooch. The she waved good-bye and was gone. I zipped up my pants and directed Candy to stand. I led her to the elevator and thence to my room. Once there, I had no intention of turning the girl loose. From what little I had seen so far, I was now convinced that Elyse had been correct in her assessment, and I meant to capitalize on it.

Positioning Candy facing the back of an armchair, I commanded, "Stay!", and dropped the leash. As I moved around the chair to an endtable, I kept one eye on her. As I expected, while she didn't move away, she did look around. This was my opportunity!

"Did I say you could move!?", I roared. Candy gave a startled look and literally snapped to an Attention that any drill instructor would have loved. I rapidly moved around to a position slightly behind and to her side. "WELL? DID I? ANSWER ME? DO YOU HAVE AN EXCUSE?"

"Master, I..."

"SILENCE!!!" I let her sweat for several seconds, then continued in a lower voice but sternly. "There are no excuses! I am very disappointed! Your Mister Wilkerson assured me of the discipline to be found in his charges. Of your exemplary behavior! What would he say of this lapse?"

"Master..."

"SILENCE!" I was really getting into the spirit of things. "I did not give you permission to speak. Another lapse in discipline. Perhaps I should call him now and inform him of my dissatisfaction. Well, should I?"

"No, Master.", she pleaded quietly.

"Why? Do you fear his punishment? Well?"

"Yes, Master." Again she spoke quietly, but I also noticed that her breathing rate had increased, causing a delightful motion of her naked breasts. Her pert little nipples couldn't have been harder.

"As well you should! You are deserving of punishment. Yet I would not wish to disturb him over this at this hour. But still, it must be done." I headed over to the side table and picked up the phone, but didn't dial. "A pity, really, I'm sure he will be severe."

"Please, Master, don't call Mister Wilkerson.", she said in a pleasant pleading tone.

"What, you have an alternative? You must be disciplined!"

"Please, Master, couldn't you punish me instead?", asked Candy.

Slowly I put down the telephone. I'm sure the girl at the front desk must have been confused by the light flashing on her board. I came back to my position behind her, and unseen, smiled. Just what I wanted to hear. "I will not be gentle. Your behavior is unacceptable."

"Please, Master, don't wake Mister Wilkerson." Her tone was almost begging now.

I let her stew for a few moments more, then said, "All right. But for your sake, your behavior from here on in will have to be perfect, or I will see that your Mister Wilkerson's punishment will make mine seem light and insignificant."

"Thank you, Master!", she exclaimed.

"Fine. Now stay. And this time, don't move."

She didn't move, so she couldn't see the items I pulled from the endtable and set on a table behind her. I showed her the first, a paddle about two feet long, several inches wide and covered with well padded leather. "This should be satisfactory.", I announced, displaying it before her eyes. I noticed her eyes widened at the sight, but her breathing heightened as well. I took off my shirt and flexed my arms.

"Now, assume the position for punishment... You must know the position, such a misbehaving child as yourself... Bend lower... Spread your legs... Wider!" Candy bent straight legged over the back of the armchair, her tits dangling down. With the tip of one shoe I nudged her feet apart until she was standing wide legged before me. I grasped the chain holding the cuffs together and lifted her hands from her buttocks. Pulling my other arm back, I sped the paddle on it's way.

SWACK! Candy jumped at the sting and a sharp cry escaped her clenched lips. "Silence!", I ordered again, and delivered another swat with the paddle. Candy jumped again, but this time stayed mostly silent.

SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! I gave her fifteen hearty strokes, alternating cheeks, and broke off. By now tears were coursing down Candy's face, and I thought briefly I had gone too far. But I could also detect a strong aroma of female desire. Stepping back, I looked down between her wide spread thighs and saw her pussy juice running down her thighs. Smiling, I thrust the flat of the paddle up between her legs to her pussy and rubbed it there, between her gaping lips. Pulling it back, I was delighted to see it coated with a thick layer of her desire. I gave her ten more licks with the now wet paddle which must have really stung, as the tears became heavier and she yelped at each stroke. She was ready.

Silently, I placed the paddle on the table behind her and picked up the other object I had brought over. This was the largest one person vibrating dildo I had ever seen, easily a foot long and three inches in diameter. Reaching down, in a heartbeat I had placed it at the entrance to her dripping cunt and shoved it in, flicking on the motor at the last instant. Candy went wild, writhing in place, twitching her ass from side to side, as moans and cries escaped her no longer silent lips. Then I stood behind her and undid my pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. Stepping between her legs, I grabbed her pelvis to stop it momentarily. Laying my cock in the crack of her ass, I roughly pushed her asscheeks apart and her anus beckoned. In a single fast stroke I buried my dick up her ass.

If her motions before had been frenzied, now they became positively mad. She was bucking back against me and the vibrator entombed beneath, her hips grinding from side to side. She stretched back her cuffed hands and arched her back, trying to reach the cock plumbing her plumbing, the hairy balls slapping her thighs. This was a ride to beat all others, and I grabbed her hips to hang on. By now she was screaming, not with pain but with pleasure. "Fuckme! Fuckme! Fuckme! Fuckme!", poured out in a rush, and believe me, I did. It was one long relentless orgasm for Candy. Partially sated by my earlier blowjob and fuck, I lasted a fair while before her grasping rectum sucked the juice from my nuts. Someday, I resolved, I'd have to do this with Elyse!

I pulled out and removed the vibrator, shutting it off. Candy sagged down over the armchair in sweaty relief. She was soaked. I looked down at my cock and saw traces of her anus which I would need to wash off. Picking up the leash again, I towed her to the bathroom. Lifting the lid, I pushed her down to the seat.

I was unsurprised when Candy urinated and defecated, grunting softly. I strode to the sink and washed my dick off thoroughly, using soap and a washcloth. I also used this time to stroke myself erect again. Playtime, again!

Turning back to Candy, I flushed the toilet as she continued to sit there. Then I came around front and stuck my erection in her face. "Take care of this!", I ordered. Obediently, she opened her mouth and her tongue came out, planning to lick my cock. But I wanted more. Grabbing her head in my hands, I thrust it onto my penis, shoving my hips forward. "Take care of it, I said!" Candy gave great head. She didn't gag or gurgle, just opened wide and deep throated me until I spewed. For this act, I withdrew and came on her face, my come dripping down her chin to her tits, flushed and sweaty.

Well, I was sweaty by now, too. While she continued to sit on the john, I took a long hot shower. I left the door open so we could watch each other, and her eyes never left my groin. She smiled widely as I washed my cock again and it stiffened in my hands. But that would be for later.

"Jesus, you stink!", I exclaimed, toweling myself off. I had left the water running. "Take those shoes off and get in there!" Candy kicked them off and stood, skipping to the door. But I stopped her there. Reaching in, I turned off the hot water and turned the cold up full blast. I shoved her under the cold spray and kept her there when she sputteringly tried to escape. Finally I grabbed the removable spray head and literally hosed her down, concentrating on her massive breasts and trim bush. Her nipples were like tiny pink bullets and her teeth were chattering when I turned off the water. Yanking her out, I roughly dried her, and my dick pointing the way, led her to the bedroom.



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Chapter 14: Sunday


"Good morning, sleepyhead! Or should I say, good afternoon!"

I mumbled incoherently for a moment and opened my eyes, looking around. Elyse and I were sitting in the limousine outside the Cancun airport. The driver stood by my side, holding the door open and laughing as Elyse smilingly nudged me awake. I stretched mightily and shook myself out of the limo, shaking my head sheepishly.

"Yeah, good afternoon. Just what time is it anyway?", I asked.

In response, Elyse lifted my arm to my face and pulled back my jacket sleeve. God, twelve-thirty! I really didn't remember most of the day so far, but then, I was asleep most of the time. Needless to say, I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night. Candy was very energetic and very enthusiastic, once I had her under the sheets and properly warmed up. I don't think either of us got more than catnaps last night. It seemed as if I'd just fall asleep when she'd wake and decide the night was still young. Or she'd fall asleep and I'd look down at her in the moonlight, hands still cuffed behind her, and decide she needed a good raping. Finally as the dawn broke, I had undone her hands, so we could both sleep comfortably. Big mistake! She was so grateful, she decided to show me a considerable amount of that gratitude!

Now I was sore and tired, fucked out from an entire night, (Hell, an entire week!) of nonstop screwing. I needed to rest. I seriously considered taking a vacation from my vacation!

Along about nine, I decided enough was enough and crawled to the bathroom. A long hot shower woke me enough to know I REALLY wanted to go back to bed. Candy got up too, and offered to scrub my back, but I politely turned her down with the comment that pilots really don't like guys in wheelchairs on their planes. She giggled and reached for my limp dick, but I twisted away. She went back to bed. By the time I was shaved and presentable, she was snoring gently.

Silently, I dressed and packed my remaining things up. I dragged my bags out the front door and quietly closed it behind me. I looked around and was startled to see Jeanine pushing a small luggage cart down the hall in my direction. "My savior!", I cried. She just laughed and tossed my bags on the cart. Together we rode down the elevator.

In the lobby, she placed my bags near the door, to await the arrival of the car. Then she waved and said, "Good-bye and take care." But I couldn't let this pearl beyond price go just yet.

Wilson and Wilkerson had both warned me not to tip the girls. Improperly handled, it would certainly imply they were whores, or worse, which they most certainly were not! At the least, it would be insulting. But I couldn't let this girl go without something. Taking her by the arm, I led her to a secluded nook.

"Listen, honey, you've been great, just fantastic! I've stayed in four star hotels and received a lot worse room service. Now I know the guests aren't supposed to tip, but I just have to..."

Jeanine looked shocked and grabbed my wrist as it snaked towards my wallet. "I can't! We can't! It wouldn't be..."

"Sshhh.", I said, placing my free forefinger on her lips. "Now listen. If I was in any other hotel in the world and received the kind and quality of service you provided, I'd leave you a big tip. Or feel like an absolute heel. Now you don't want me to feel like a heel, do you?" I continued on before she could answer. "Understand, this is only for the room service, the towels, the cleaning, taking care of my bags, and so forth. This is not for the extracurricular activities, which were priceless in themselves." I pulled out my wallet and fished out a couple of C-notes. I took her hands and stuffed them in, balling up her fingers around them. "Now I want you to take this and buy yourself something, I don't care what, but buy yourself something nice. Okay?"

She weakly tried to push them back but I was firm. Eventually she smiled and nodded. Looking around slyly, she lifted her skirt and stuffed the bills in the top of one stocking, giving me a long last look at those trim blonde curls. She held the skirt up after she had tucked away the cash and winked at me and did a small bump and grind at me. Grinning, she asked, "Sure you don't want another one of those extracurricular activities? You know, one for the road?"

Oh so tempting! But I was still too pooped to pop. I settled for a long kiss, tucking her skirt down with my hands before taking her in my arms. She melted into me, her tongue darting out to caress my lips, then I pushed her away. She waved good-bye, then sashayed along. I didn't think it would be long before she found some more of what I had aroused.

I collapsed in an armchair near the door to await for Elyse and the limo. A waitress came up and asked if I wanted some coffee.

"Yes, please. And some Danish if you have any?" But by the time she came back, I was asleep. It was still waiting for me, cooling, when Elyse nudged me awake.

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Morning!", she said brightly. "Our stuff is loaded, and we'd better get going." I followed her out the doors, waving good-bye to the staff at the front desk. Once inside the car I immediately fell asleep again.

Now I felt much better, still tired but not like death warmed over. Our driver, a leggy brunette, headed to the rear of the car as I helped Elyse out, and began pulling our bags from the trunk. I waved over a Red Cap, or the Mexican equivalent, anyway, who loaded them on a cart. I grabbed my carry-on bag, and Elyse grabbed one for herself. But I was surprised when the porter only loaded my three suitcases on his cart. Where was Elyse's?

"Wait a minute! Where's your bags?", I asked Elyse. I figured it must have been left at the lodge and we'd have to go back for it.

"Right here.", she announced.

I stared. "That's it? You're only taking one bag?", I asked incredulously. Both of my exes had needed their own tractor-trailers when traveling!

"Yep. This is it."

"But..."

"Come on! I'll explain inside. We're early and you look like you could do with some lunch."

She was right. I hadn't had any breakfast and it was past lunchtime. As if to show agreement with her, my stomach growled loudly. "Okay. TWA.", I told the porter. He led the way into the airport.

We confirmed our tickets and turned over my three bags. Then, still carrying our remaining luggage, we headed back to the main concourse and found a restaurant. I wanted some simple food with lots of grease and salt, and we were soon wolfing down burgers and fries. From what I've seen, McDonald's is what made the world smaller. I've gotten burgers on six continents.

My hunger assuaged, I repeated my earlier question. "Only one bag?"

"I've got everything I need in here."

"Impossible."

She looked thoughtful for a second, then began ticking items off on her fingers. "Let's see. Bath kit, makeup, two pair stockings, two pair shoes, jeans, blouse, handbag with my cash and birth certificate... ooh, I should get that out." She began to fumble open the bag and pulled out a small leather bag. Then, riffling through the bag, she continued. "A few knick-knacks, some hankies, a nightie... you'll like that.", she said wickedly. "A bra and panties. That's it."

Well, she did have the bare minimums covered. "What about other clothes? Stuff from your dorm room. I've never, ever, seen a women able to travel on one bag!"

"The girls are sending a couple of boxes UPS. Mr. Wilkerson says never trust the mail or the airlines. We all are trained to travel light."

"I guess so!", I said. Wow! A girl after my own heart. The only reason I had three bags was my detour home from Germany. "But clothes?"

"Sometime this week I'm going to need to go shopping, so pencil it in your schedule."

"And in the meantime? You going to wear that suit around the house?" For the first time I noticed Elyse's outfit. She was wearing a tan jacket and matching wrap skirt, knee length, with a ruffled blouse peeking out from the jacket. Tan suede high heeled pumps and sheer stockings. Very chic, especially in comparison with my standard travel outfit of khakis, flannel shirt and leather jacket. I've traveled enough to know what I'm most comfortable in during long airport delays.

"Well, maybe I just won't wear anything. Would you mind?", she asked. Her smile indicated she already knew my answer.

Which I didn't have to give. There were no delays today, and just then the PA system announced our flight. We stood and headed back to our gate. We arrived just as they started boarding passengers and went right aboard, settling into our first class seats. Somehow Wilkerson had arranged side by side seats, even though my incoming ticket had been for a single.

We ensconced ourselves in our seats and found we were almost the only passengers in first class, the exceptions being a preppy looking young couple across the aisle and two rows forward. Muffy and Chip promptly put on headphones and ignored us. I turned to Elyse and continued with our conversation. "That's a really nice suit."

"Thank you. I had figured you to wear your suit, and wanted to look good for you.", she said. "Besides, you flew in wearing a suit."

Christ, the grapevine these girls had! "Only because I was flying in from Bonn, where I had business. This is what I normally fly in. It's comfortable and you can't tell when it's wrinkled. Jesus, the CIA should recruit you girls as spies!"

"The Great Oz knows all.", she intoned. "Besides, Jeanine is my, was my roommate."

"Your roommate!" No wonder she knew everything about me!

"Uh, huh. She says 'Thanks' for the bucks."

Jesus! What else did she know about my last night? "When did you see Jeanine?"

"This morning after you left your room. We went to the suite to check if I had left anything there. Candy says 'Hi', too. And she also says 'Thanks'." I just groaned and rolled my eyes upwards, praying to die right then and there. Elyse just giggled and laughed at my discomfiture, adding to it by saying, "She told us everything. Everything! How you abused and punished her all night long. Jeanine and I didn't think you had it in you!"

Shit! I sunk down into the seat and prayed the stewardess would come by with drinks. Or cyanide.

But she didn't. Instead she stood at the front of the cabin, demonstrating the seat belts and oxygen masks as we taxied for takeoff. Thankfully, Elyse shut up and faced forward to watch and listen to the announcements.

Once airborne, she loosened her belt and turned to face me again. But I spoke first, to change the subject. "I still can't believe you only brought a single bag to move with. What about other clothes? Are they shipping them, too?"

"No, not really. Most of what we wear belongs to the Institute. Like my fancy dresses. Besides, I should be getting what you want me to wear. What are your preferences?"

"Huh? What's wrong with what you're wearing now? Stuff like that, I suppose."

She just shook her head and gave me a 'Men!' look. "You're no help." She crossed her legs, pointing a pump at me and showing a nice bit of leg, to boot. "Let's take this step by step." She wiggled her shoe at me. "High heels or low heels?"

"High. Definitely. The higher the better."

"Okay. Stockings or pantyhose?"

"Stockings. Again, definitely." This was getting interesting!

"I thought so, but had to be sure. Garter length or thigh high?", she asked.

"Thigh high. I like them real long, right up to, well, you know."

"Oh. You see? I needed to know that. Today I wore garter length. See?" She pulled the skirt apart briefly to expose the top of a stocking about mid thigh, then smoothed the skirt back into place. I was tempted to move it out of the way again, but the stewardess was passing through.

"Next. Skirts or pants?"

"Skirts. You got a great set of wheels, kid, and I want to see them. Short skirts or slits or wraps or button fronts. Whatever. Same with dresses."

"I suspected as much.", she said dryly. "What about my underwear? What type do you like?"

"The nonexistent type.", I replied, laughing.

"Robert, you are hopeless!" She laughed at me. "Seriously! I can't run around all the time without underwear. I mean, I need a bra. At least when we're out in public."

"Why? You're not wearing one now."

"I most certainly am! If I start bouncing, I'll give myself black eyes.", she protested.

"You've got a bra on now? I don't believe it." She had swayed delightfully walking onto the plane.

In response, Elyse glanced around the cabin. Seeing nobody likely to see, she unbuttoned her jacket and opened it up, twisting to face me. The ruffles and cuffs were just about the only opaque part of the blouse, the rest was as sheer and transparent as one of her nightgowns. Her ample bosom was lifted by a lacy white half bra which cupped and exposed her breasts, right down to the dark red nipples pointing at me. I was impressed! She turned back towards the front and buttoned up again.

"Very nice!", I commented. "Do your panties match?"

"I'm not wearing any. But my garter belt does.", she whispered.

I slid my hand into her lap and up through the opening in the front of her skirt. She inhaled in surprise as I found her crotch, bald and naked to my touch. No panties! I gave her a couple of fast flicks with my fingers across her clit, then smoothly pulled my hand out as the stewardess rolled a cart in our direction. Elyse rearranged her skirt discreetly, giving no sign of my actions. Except for the flushed look on her face.

"Look.", I said. "Let me make this a bit simpler. I wasn't planning on a dress code, for either of us. You need to wear underwear, okay, do so. I do ask that if you wear a bra, that in unhooks on the same side as the blouse or dress does. I mean, a button front dress should have a front hook bra, and vice versa. And if you want to wear pants once in awhile, it's no big deal. There is no uniform. Got it?"

"Yes, but..."

"Listen, if I haven't told you this before, I think you are incredibly beautiful. You are absolutely gorgeous. And I want you to wear outfits that let me see you. That showcase your legs, your waist, you bustline, your skin, your face. That make you look sexy and make me want you. That's how I want you to dress. Understand? No rules."

Elyse leaned over the armrest and kissed me lightly. "And have I told you how sweet you are?"

I snorted in response.

"Do you prefer classy, flashy, or trashy?", she asked.

"Jesus! More questions! All of the above! Use your judgment!", I said, exasperatedly.

"Well, excuse me!", she protested. "I'm just trying to learn what you like."

We sat in silence about five minutes. Then I turned back to her. "I'm sorry if I was short with you."

"No, I'm sorry I was pestering you.", she responded.

"You weren't. Let me explain." I gathered my thoughts together. "My first wife didn't want to dress for my tastes. Her standard mode of dress was baggy jeans, a tee shirt, sneakers and socks, and industrial strength underwear. Unless we were going out, she never, ever, wore a dress or a skirt. She never wore stockings, just steel lined pantyhose. No lace anywhere. No high heels."

"Never?"

"Nope. Same at night. She always wore these Godawful ugly flannel nightgowns! Absolutely no sense of sex appeal at all."

"I thought you said she'd wear stuff if you asked?", said Elyse, remembering our conversation yesterday.

"Not precisely. She'd change into something if I literally laid it out for her, underwear and all. I mean, there we were, both pushing thirty, and I had to tell her how to dress! It was ludicrous! And even then she wouldn't get it right. She'd whine and complain about the stockings and high heels, and half the time refuse to wear them. And if she did wear a nightgown to bed, right after sex she'd change into her flannel contraptions again. She'd certainly never wear a nightie around the place."

"Wow! How anal retentive!", commented Elyse. "Oops, sorry about that."

I waved it off. She was right, my judgment sucked. My only excuse was I had loved Janie at the time. "No, you're right."

"But I thought you said she enjoyed sex. It sure doesn't sound it."

"That's the weird part. I mean, she did enjoy sex. Or at least put on one hellacious show for eight years. She made all the right responses and noises and whatnot. At least during the actual fun and games. But it was like it was more trouble than it was worth to her. So she never went out of her way to make it happen. If I wanted to, she was willing to cooperate, but otherwise, forget it. Once, just as an experiment, I stopped screwing her. Just cut it out. Didn't reach over in bed or nothing. I held out for six weeks before I started going nuts and reached over one night. And it was like nothing had changed. Weird." I shook my head in non-understanding.

"Yeah, weird.", said Elyse with a shocked look on her face. She reached over and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. "Look at me.", she said. I looked up and over. Her eyes seemed moist but her voice was low and clear. "I promise you, we won't have problems like that, ever. I really like you, both in and out of bed. And I enjoy making love, both in and out of bed. The last few days have been heavenly. But if you ever have a problem with me, you let me know, you here? I don't want to be a problem, ever."

I was silent, but moved. I squeezed her hand back and lifted it to my lips, kissing it. Her eyes welled up again and she turned her head to the window. She fumbled in her purse for a tissue and wiped her eyes. Composed, she turned to face me with an evil gleam in her now bright eyes.

"Ever done it on an airplane?", she asked.

Christ on a crutch! "Here!? Now!?", I exclaimed.

"Well, no. But how about in the restroom?", she said pointing forward.

I looked around and shook my head, no. "I don't think so, honey. It's the middle of the day and the restrooms are in front of us. The only way to pull that off is at night in coach, where the cans are to the rear of the plane. Never done it on a plane, but I did it on a train in college once." I grinned back.

"Oh, shoot. I wanted to join the Mile High Club.", she whispered to me.

"Another time, I promise. In the States, I normally fly on the company plane. I'll take you on a business trip, I swear."

Elyse sank back into her cushions and giggled. "Goody. But I still want a little something now. Here..." She pushed the armrest up and back, then rearranged her skirt. It gaped wide and she spread her legs apart. Taking my hand, she put it in her lap. "Come on! Do my clit! Please?"

So much for my vow to keep my pants on in public! Feeling dreadfully sinful, I stuffed my hand in her crotch and began probing the folds of supple moist flesh. Elyse undid her jacket again and her chest heaved with the thrills I was imparting. I got her off twice with clitplay, Elyse whimpering through clenched teeth, biting her lip to stifle her low moans. When the hostess came through, I reluctantly removed my dripping fingers and Elyse redid her outfit.

"Thanks, honey. Now it's your turn.", said Elyse. She reached over and began to fumble with my pants.

Christ! "Wait a bit.", I told her. I undid my seat belt and stood. Earlier, when I put our bags in the overhead, I had noticed a blanket and some pillows in there. I pulled the blanket down and shut the door quietly. Sitting back down, I spread the blanket out over our laps. Elyse giggled and reached under the blanket. My last thoughts were that this was going to land us both in trouble, then my mind blanked out as those cool fingers reached in and wrapped around my joint. Nervously, I looked around. Muffy and Chip were still oblivious to the rest of us. With another giggle, Elyse slid down in her seat and laid her head in my lap. I pulled the blanket over her head.

Sheer bliss! Her lips teasingly nibbled at my cockhead as her tongue licked around the tip and her fingers stroked me lightly. Her head lowered in my lap, my dick going deeper and deeper into her mouth, until it was finally buried to the hilt, her nose in my pubic hair. She began a gentle deep throat motion and I rested my hands on the back of her head encouragingly.

"Damn!", I whispered.

"Ummmph?", replied Elyse, her mouth full. I held her head still as our doom approached.

"Is there a problem, sir? Ohh!" The stewardess must have seen me take out the blanket and had come down the aisle to see if she could help.

"No, no! My, uh, wife was feeling, uh, sick. She thought she should lie down.", I said weakly. I pulled the blanket up further. Elyse held still as my dick wilted between her teeth.

"Really.", she said dryly.

"Er, yes. She was feeling chilly." My throat was as dry as the desert. "Malaria, maybe?" Shit, this was just going from bad to worse!

"Right.", she said sarcastically. "Let's just hope she gets the cure soon, huh?" She walked back to the galley, shaking her head.

Elyse's head popped out of the blanket. "Malaria, Robert?"

"Shit." I reached down to zip up my pants.

"But I'm not cured yet.", said Elyse. She put her face back in my crotch. Oh, God! What now?

Elyse began to really work my dick over. In no time at all, she had it stiff again and deep between her teeth. Somehow my sense of urgency translated to her. In short order she had stuffed a hand further in my pants and began massaging my balls. My relief was multileveled when I exploded onto her tonsils. I hurriedly fastened my britches as Elyse sat upright again, licking her lips sensuously.

I fell asleep again and napped the rest of the trip. I didn't get nervous again until we were about to land, figuring Federal Marshals would take us off the plane in cuffs or such. But luck held, and the infamous air pirates got off the plane in one piece. Well, sort of. As we were walking off the plane, all the stewardesses asked if my wife's malaria was cured.

"Oh, yes!", bubbled Elyse. "And my husband is feeling much better, too!"

I grabbed her elbow and hustled her out, as she broke up in paroxysms of laughter, waving back at the hostesses. I resolved to fly a different airline in the future. Any different airline, down to and including Bobby Joe's Air Cargo and Catering!

We went down to baggage claim and collected our remaining luggage (Amazingly, it was actually there.) and a Red Cap and headed out to Valet Parking. Elyse looked around in amazement at JFK, taking in the sights of one of the larger airports in the country. I recalled that she had never been to New York before. I turned my claim check over to a valet, and about five minutes later my car was brought around. I tipped him and the porter and we loaded our bags in the trunk. I pulled out a small gym bag from the trunk. I let Elyse in and closed her door, then got in behind the wheel. I handed her the bag and said, "Hold this a moment."

"What's in it?", she asked.

"Show you in a moment." I pulled out into traffic. A couple of minutes later, I looked around carefully and pulled off onto the shoulder of the exit road.

"What's up?", asked Elyse.

I didn't answer right away. Instead I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned forward, taking off my leather jacket. I handed this to her and took the bag back. I unzipped it and took out a holstered gun. I put the shoulder holster on and adjusted the fit, then threw the bag in the back. She stared wide-eyed as I retrieved my jacket and put it back on. Her eyes opened even wider, and her jaw dropped open, when I pulled the gun out. I inspected it briefly, popped the clip, worked the action, checked the safety, and put the clip back. Satisfied it was in the same condition I had left it in, I reholstered it and adjusted my jacket.

"Robert? Why do you have a gun, Robert? What's going on?" She was looking at me like she was meeting a Martian for the first time, and discovered she didn't like Martians.

I looked in the rearview mirrors and pulled back on the road before I answered. Then I turned back to her briefly, and said, "Security."

"What?..."

"Security. Listen, I'm a rich man, and there's a lot of crazies out there who'd just love to kidnap me or kill me or rob me. Whatever. So I have to take precautions. You will, too."

"I will not carry a gun. I don't like guns and I simply refuse to carry a gun.", said Elyse in a tone that brooked no opposition.

"You weren't being offered one."

"And I don't want you to have one, either."

She might as well learn the facts of life now. "Tough. You lose. I ain't stopping now. And this ain't the only one I own, either."

Elyse sat back to study the Martian. "I don't understand. Why do you need to own and carry guns?"

"I told you, security. Every year executives and businessmen are kidnapped. Some get released or rescued, but most, the vast majority, end up dead in a ditch. That ain't going to happen to me. Or you. You'll have to learn to think about security, too.", I finished.

"Like how?", asked Elyse.

"Well, for instance, this car. I can afford a Caddy or a Lincoln or a Mercedes. Instead I drive an Oldsmobile. No vanity plates. Bulletproof glass. The doors are always locked, even when moving. The co-op is a secure building, and I installed a separate system for my place. I never travel to unsafe places, so Beirut is out for vacation trips. And my firm has substantial resources in place as well."

"So why the gun?"

"Because I don't want drivers and bodyguards. So I guard myself."

"Wow! It sounds like living in a prison."

I just laughed. "Not at all, not at all! Just being careful. You know my best protection? I look like a normal guy. Nobody knows who I am. I make sure of it. No interviews or pictures, no fancy parties or jetsetting around. Just another guy tooling around town on the subway. I just blend in. But I keep a real close eye out and watch what's going on. Don't worry. It's not hard, and I'll teach you what you need to know."

Elyse was quiet for several minutes, digesting this. "Robert, have you ever been..."

"What? Kidnapped? Nope. I was mugged once, years and years ago, before I got to be a bigshot."

"What did your ex-wives think about all this?"

"Janie and I broke up before my firm really got off the ground. Now, Tanya, she was a problem, she wanted to be conspicuous. Part of why we broke up, I suppose. I needed a driver by then, and he was one of the guys she was balling. So now I have neither Tanya nor a driver." I grinned over at her.

Elyse had to laugh at this, and slowly she came back out of her shell. I probably should have warned her, but it never occurred to me it would be a problem. I've been living like this so long now it's like second nature to me. Oh, well, live and learn.

After a few moments, she asked, "Don't you need a license for that thing?"

"Yeah. I have to register it with the police, and you need a special 'carry permit' to walk around with it. Now that was pretty tough to get, let me tell you. But any idiot can own a long gun, you know, a rifle or shotgun, as long as they aren't a convicted felon. And even then, they can buy one, just illegally. I have my suits cut for them."

"I wondered why your jackets seemed a little baggy."

"If they aren't tailored right, you end up looking like you're carrying a piece, which kind of defeats the purpose.", I remarked.

"So what other guns do you own?", she asked.

"I picked up an M-16 a few years ago, actually a retooled AR-15. That's sort of semi-legal, it's not supposed to be capable of full auto fire. An M-1 Garand, match quality. Uh, a Springfield, again match quality, and a trench shotgun. Another Colt 45 like this one, and a new Berretta nine millimeter. Oh, and I got this gorgeous Kentucky long rifle, you know, black powder type."

"What in the world do you need so many guns for?", she persisted.

"I like guns, always have. My old man used to take me hunting every fall. I still manage to get a deer and a bear every season.", I answered. "Hobby, I guess. I sort of specialize in U.S. military guns. I hunt with the Garand."

"You kill innocent deer? You're heartless!", she cried.

I just laughed. "So I won't invite you along. And you don't have to eat my venison and bear steaks. I always eat what I kill." Elyse dropped the subject.

I pointed out the sights as we drove into the city. The final view I showed her was Central Park as I stopped by the curb along the East Side of the park. "Out!", I announced.

"Here? In the park?"

"No, here at my place. We're home." She looked startled and looked out her window, up at the high rise we were in front of. A short, stooped, old black man shuffled out the door to her door and opened it for her. He wore a red and black coat with more braid than an Italian general.

"Missy? How do you do? Welcome back Missuh DeFrame. Your trip good?... Fine, fine."

"Good afternoon to you to, Jesse. Anything happen while I was gone?", I said smiling. I joined him by the trunk.

"No suh, nuffin' 'tall. Here, let me get those." Jesse grabbed a pair of my bags and shuffled off towards the door.

Elyse skipped on ahead of him. "Let me get that.", she said, grabbing for the door handle.

"No, Missy, old Jesse can still get the doors around here. Now don't you be worryin' your pretty head now."

I laughed out loud and closed my trunk. Picking up our remaining bags from where I had set them, I followed Elyse to the door. "You old fraud! Elyse, don't pay any attention to this routine of Jesse's, he's in better shape than the two of us combined." Turning to the two of them, I introduced the pair. "Elyse, this is Jesse Washington. Jesse runs this place. Forget the management company, Jesse's the boss. He's related to half the staff around here, at least. Jesse, this is Elyse Miller. She's going to be staying with me. She's to be allowed to come and go as she pleases. Let the other guys know."

"Sho' 'nuff, Missuh DeFrame. Nice to meet you Miss Elyse, real nice. Missuh deFrame here, he be needin' somebody like you to take care of him. You be needin' anythin', you be lettin' ole Jesse know, you hear."

Elyse nodded and thanked him profusely, tucking an arm through one of mine. After we had dropped our bags at the elevator, I reached in my pocket and handed my car keys to Jesse. He just waved a tired looking arm at the desk and a young black kid came around. "Park this downstairs. And don't you scratch it now, or I'll whup you upside your head, you hear?" The dragooned driver nodded his head in understanding and took off.

"A nephew?", I asked.

"Sho. They all related to me. Just some of they daddys don't know.", answered Jesse. Elyse and I laughed at this one and waved to Jesse as the doors of the elevator closed between us.

As we rode up, I told Elyse, "Forget the Amos and Andy routine you just saw. Jesse's got this place so wired it'd fall apart without him. I pay him an extra hundred a month just to keep an extra eye out for me."

"No! You don't!"

"Yeah, I do. Believe me, I'd rather he was on my side than against me. Once this couple moved in and didn't like the idea of a 'nigger' at the door. They tried to make trouble for him. Within six months Jesse had so many people up in arms the couple moved out, begging to break their contract. Make friends with him, for my sake at least. I'd hate to have to move.", I told her, laughing.

The elevator stopped at our floor and we got out. Walking down the hall, Elyse asked, "You said you owned a place here, but this is an apartment, isn't it?"

I began to unlock the door. "Yes and no. It's a cooperative. I own my apartment, but still have to pay a monthly charge for heat and water and whatnot. Don't worry about it. It's not like I got a landlord on my ass. Just Jesse." I ushered Elyse inside and tossed the bags after her. Elyse simply stood there and looked around, oohing and ahhing.

I took off my jacket and my holster, tossing it onto a couch. "Come on, nickel tour time.", I said, taking her hand. My rooms are actually the size of a fair sized house, occupying two floors on the side of the building facing the park. Downstairs are the public rooms, the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, my den and my study. Upstairs, reached by a spiral staircase in the living room, are two bedrooms and a bath, as well as my master bedroom and bath.

As we walked down the hallway, I told her my plans. "Now this is your room", I told her, showing the bedroom next to mine. You can do whatever you want in here. I figure on putting in a doorway between it and my room, here." I led her into my room, as large as the other two combined. "I'd like you to stay in here with me."

Elyse wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "You don't have to ask.", she said. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged back. Her perfume was doing wonders for me. I leaned down and began to nuzzle her neck, as my hands roamed across her back and buttocks. Elyse began to respond.

Then she pushed me back and began to undo her jacket. "Get undressed.", she said. "I want you, now."

I grinned and literally tore my clothes off. Elyse beat me though, stripping off her jacket, blouse, skirt, and bra. She lay back on our bed and drew her knees up to her chest and spread them wide. "Come on, hurry up. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast."

As soon as my pants were below knee level, I knelt on the bed between her legs. I wanted to fuck her, too, and told her so. I tucked my arms under her legs and spread them farther apart, then plugged in for our first ride here in my home.

Epilogue

So we settled in together. For a while, it was like I had never come back from Cancun. For the first few weeks, Elyse tended to greet me at the door in high heels, stockings, and a smile, but eventually this settled down, too. The first Saturday we were back, Elyse actually got fully clothed (Well, no underwear, but only we knew that!), and I took her to Bloomie's for a shopping spree.

Unfortunately for Elyse, shopping for women's clothing with a woman ranks right up there with root canal work as far as I'm concerned. She could have spent the next week in there, but I dragged her out after only a few hours. I did set up an expense account for her, so I wouldn't be subjected to that again. She pouted the entire trip home, telling me repeatedly she hadn't gotten all the stuff she ABSOLUTELY needed.

I was highly relieved when Jesse informed us that two large boxes had arrived for Miss Elyse while we were out. "My stuff!", she cried out, thrusting the bags she was carrying at me. "It came! Where is it? Where?"

Jesse helped me with the bags and boxes up to our door, then tipped his hat and shuffled back to the elevator. What a con man! I worked it out once. If only half the tenants were paying him off like me, and if he was getting any kind of kickbacks at all from suppliers, even if he only earned minimum wage he'd be well off. Very!

The new clothes were dumped unceremoniously in Elyse's bedroom, then she returned to the two boxes. Not waiting for me to open them neatly, she ripped the lids open. I peered in. Thrown in haphazardly were an olio of feminine items and knick-knacks. A music box, several CDs, a few group pictures (No patrons, thank goodness!), a couple of pairs of high heels (One pair split between the two boxes.), a rather scandalous nightie, some lace stockings. All sorts of odds and ends of female post-adolescence. She shrieked in delight as she pulled them from the boxes.

But I had also noticed a few other items, including two vibrators, one of a rather immense construction, and a pair of handcuffs. An idea began to form in my head, and I noticed my cock had sprung to life. Taking the lace stockings in my hands, I unfolded them and looked them over.

"Like 'em?", asked Elyse.

"Yeah, I do.", I told her. "I don't think I've seen you in lace stockings before."

"Maybe I'll model them for you sometime.", she said.

"Okay. Get undressed.", I told her.

"What? Right now?"

"Sure, why not?"

Elyse shrugged her shoulders. "Well, okay. If you want."

"I do, I do.", I assured her.

Elyse kicked her pumps off and pulled her skirt up her thighs. Part of my plan was factored on the fact that she had changed clothes at the store into a long halter-topped sundress. She unclipped the garters and peeled off the plain but sheer stockings she was wearing. Holding the lace pair up, she examined their length and elasticized tops. "Won't need the garter belt.", she announced, and put her hands under the skirt and behind her back. This came off too. Then she slipped on the lace stockings. Standing, she smoothed them on her legs. Holding her dress up to her thighs, she asked, "Well? How do they look?"

"Great!" And they did, too. Long and black and very sexy. "Here, put these on.", I said, handing her a pair of black ankle strapped stiletto heeled shoes I took from one of the boxes.

Elyse sat back down on the couch. She put the shoes on and strapped them around her slim ankles. Then she stood and faced me again. Pulling the hem well above her knees she commented, "They really don't go with the outfit."

"That's all right. Turn around. Let's see how they look from behind."

Elyse turned away from me and let the dress slip from her fingers. Moving her hands behind her, she grabbed the fabric behind her and began to pull it upwards, balling it in her fists. As it rose above knee level, she called out, "Say 'When'!"

I let her continue until the hem of her dress was almost at the tops of the stockings, which were very close to the tops of her thighs. "When! Now just stand there a moment." I gazed contentedly for several moments.

After about a minute, Elyse looked back over her shoulder. "Well? Can I put my dress down now and change again?"

"Not just yet, my dear. Just stand there like that a few moments more."

Elyse shrugged again, or at least as much as she could in that position and faced forwards again, and I went into action. Reaching into the box at my side, I pulled out the handcuffs. With one cuff in each hand I thrust my arms up and out and snapped them around her wrists, behind her back.

"Robert!", screamed Elyse, whirling to face me. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, just experimenting.", I said, rising to face her. Gently taking her by the shoulders, I pulled the helpless girl towards me. I thrust my lips onto hers and began devouring her lips with my kisses, as my hands roamed over her naked back. She tried to resist briefly, but in short order was moaning and thrusting her tongue back against mine. Then, holding her tightly, I moved a hand down to the zipper behind her and pulled it down. Then as I moved back and away, I reached up and undid the slipknot holding the halter up. A curious mix of rage and glee suffused her face as the dress slid floorwards, the halter straps trailing off her shoulders and down her heaving breasts.

"And just what does this experiment involve?", she asked stepping out of the crumpled outfit at her feet, moving closer to me.

I never did explain. I just sat down in my armchair and pulled her onto my lap. Only now, as I returned to kissing her, my hands were roaming her front, cupping her full tits, pulling and pinching her extended nipples, and thrusting madly into her hot and juicy box. I took her through three fierce and extended orgasms sitting thus, muting her orgasmic cries with my lips. Finally I lifted her sweat soaked form off of me long enough to pull my pants down, them lowered her, facing away from me so she straddled my legs, onto my straining member, impaling her on it's turgidness. God, was she hot and tight! I pushed her forward so that she was bent over my knees and put my hands on her ass cheeks. Spreading them wide, I wetted my thumbs with the pussy juices freely flowing around my cock and stuck them both up her asshole. She went wild, squirming and twitching in her pleasure, her screams of joy no longer silenced. I didn't last long, spewing upwards into her grasping twat after only about five minutes.

I kept her handcuffed the rest of the day and all day Sunday, dressed only in stockings and heels. I took her repeatedly, sometimes bending her over a chair as she passed, sometimes just walking up to her, unzipping, and pushing her to her knees. After dinner that night, I took the two vibrating dildos and stuffed them inside her, the smaller of the pair up her ass. Then I walked away and left her thrashing on the floor.

I don't think she minded though. Being left helpless like this, I was forced to help her with everything except wiping her ass. I had to feed her by hand sitting in my lap, get her drinks and snacks, dress her in new stockings and shoes the next morning, even shower with her and wash her pretty tits and pussy off. Even Elyse commented how well I was pampering her, and that we'd have to experiment some more in the future.

I moved my den into the study, and converted the den into an exercise room. Nautilus and aerobics mat, but no sauna or Jacuzzi. I'm not that crazy! And about two weeks after we were home, I called in a contractor. I had a door put in between our two bedrooms, and redid my bath to allow an entranceway into each bedroom. But I think the biggest impression I made on Elyse was the final act. While she was out shopping, I had a locksmith come in and put locks on both doors to her bedroom, keyside in. Then when she came home, I gave her the keys. She was literally speechless. She just started crying and hugging me and kissing me, and then when I tried to calm her, she grabbed me by the belt and dragged me into her room. She damn near ripped my pants off me, and thanked me the best possible way, repeatedly.

Not that everything is always perfect. Wilkerson only promised ninety-five percent compatibility. We've had some arguments, real ripsnorters, and man, you just want to head for the hills when she gets going! But all in all, things have been pretty good.

Like she had told me, sex with her was a two way street. She happily obliged any of my urges, but definitely expected me to comply with hers. When she wanted to fuck, it was best if I agreed! She liked porno films, and I learned to expect her renting one every week or two. Then, some night when nothing was on the tube, she dress up in something interesting and put it on the VCR and sit down next to me on the couch. In short order, she'd soon have one hand in my pants and the other in hers. It made life interesting, so to speak.

Some interesting character quirks, I've noticed. She keeps the place absolutely immaculate. Everything is spotless. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of fitness and nutrition, but despite all of my patient coaching, she's at best a mediocre cook. Elyse can't boil water twice in a row and get the same result. At least bachelorhood taught me something. I do most of the cooking. And she's a real clotheshorse. If it's chic or stylish or sexy, it's in her closets. Not that I mind the latter. She invariably looks good in whatever she buys, and pays particular attention to make sure that it can be easily removed or pushed aside by me. In fact, after shopping, she almost always puts on a private fashion show for me that ends up with my pants down and my cock in her mouth, cunt, or ass. She prefers classy and some flashy, except for swimsuits. She told me she's a lousy swimmer, and refuses to go into the water. So the suits don't have to be real functional, just look good. And how! Thongs and strings and crocheted bits of cloth. I've had to keep up the shaves on a twice monthly basis.

Other changes occurred as well. Remembering Wilkerson's comments about some of the girls wanting to go to college, after about six months I offered to pay her way at one of the local schools. She said no, and admitted to moderately severe dyslexia. "... actually, I suppose it's just another reason my father used to beat me. My grades in school really sucked, and he used to beat me and call me stupid and worthless." When I asked how she got her GED, she told me of a special oral test. I wasn't sure whether this was an oral GED test, or just a test of oral skills, and wisely didn't ask.

But she did say she might like to get a job in a fitness center, and I gave my blessing. A few weeks later, she announced she had a part time job teaching aerobics downtown. Since she left after I did in the morning and was home to greet me in the evening, I promptly forgot about it.

That is until I took her to a trade show in San Francisco the next fall. You see, I hadn't taken her to any of my firm's social functions yet because we hadn't had any since we came back. The office picnic was before I met her, and most of the dinners and balls are held in the winter, around the holidays. For one reason or another, I had never shown her my office. So we made a short vacation for the fall trade show. I'd go to the show while she went sight-seeing, then get back together later for dinner.

But the last night of the show is a formal dinner, black tie and all, for awards and speeches and whatnot. My heads of Engineering and Research, who work out of my headquarters, were getting an award for developing and marketing some new software. The dinner was being held in the Hilton, where we were staying. Up in our room, while she was taking a bubble bath, I changed into my tux and told her I'd meet her downstairs, I had things to do first. She agreed to meet me at the entrance to the room at seven, for cocktails. And I left.

Well, I was waiting near the doorway with my vice-presidents when she came off the elevator. Boy can she make an entrance! She had put on a new dress, one I had never seen before, a body hugging long strapless red number with gold threads running through it. It was cut low in back, but not too low, and showed a generous amount of breast, but not too much. Ankle length, it had a slit up the front of one leg to mid thigh. Matching high heels and shimmery sheer stockings. Her hair was piled high on her head, and she wore above-elbow length red gloves. The three of us just stared as she sauntered up. She kissed my cheek, and I came to, as if from a trance. I could tell by her eyes she was delighted by the effect she had on us. Absolutely stunning!

"Elyse Miller, I'd like you to meet Harvey Weinstein, my Chief Engineer, and Barry Gould, our Head of R&D.", I said.

Harvey stretched out his hand and said hello, but Barry said, "Long time no see. What was it, Wednesday we saw each other last? I didn't know you knew the boss!" I simply stared at the two of them, confused.

"You know each other?" Since when? Barry's a good looking, active young guy. I began to get jealous.

Now it was Barry's turn to look confused. "What? You don't know? She's the aerobics instructor at the gym."

Huh?! "At the office?", I asked stupidly. Several years ago, our personnel director had talked me into putting in fitness centers at all our facilities, including headquarters. He had convinced me that savings on health insurance from healthier employees would more than offset the added expense. That he was right didn't stop me from firing him over a discrimination lawsuit filed against us, but did make it more enjoyable.

Barry nodded, "Uh, huh."

Now I was confused again. Turning back to Elyse, I asked, "Since when?"

"Since all along.", she said, grinning.

"But...", I sputtered. "Why didn't you ask me if you wanted to work for me. I could have gotten you a job..."

Elyse simply smiled and tucked her arm into mine. "That's why. Everybody would know that the only reason I was working was that I was your girlfriend, and they'd resent me. I wanted to do this on my own."

"But how..."

"I saw in your company newsletter you had an opening and went down and applied.", she said, beginning to lead us into the room.

"That's it?", I asked, dumbfounded. I was in shock!

"Hey, I'm qualified!", she protested.

"Listen, Bob,", interrupted Barry, "she's really a good instructor. I mean you're really sweating after one of Elyse's workouts!"

Didn't I know it! "And you never told? You never knew?", I asked them.

As they both replied in the negative, Harvey started to laugh uproariously. "Oh, Jesus, if you could see your faces! First you, then you, then you, then back to you!", he said pointing at us in turn. "Oh, wait till I tell Helen!" Elyse and Barry joined in.

I felt so stupid! About ten inches high! Hanging my head sheepishly, I smiled at the thought. In short order I was laughing, too.

The rest of the night was a smashing success. Without a doubt, Elyse was the belle of the ball. Warm and witty and utterly appealing, whenever I headed to the bar, she was surrounded by young studs. But I had it out of my system now, for good. I can still remember a moment right before dinner. I was pigeonholed by one of our suppliers and we were separated. I remember looking over his shoulder in her direction and saw her looking back. Surrounded by young bucks, she was sipping champagne and looking over the rim of her glass, straight back at me, a bright glint of amusement in her eyes, silently laughing at them all. We stared at each other for a moment, and everything seemed silent to me. And then our private moment was past, shared by none else.

I broke away from my friend and wandered over to her. She smiled and wiggled her fingers at her admirers all the while whispering, "Thank you.", in my ear. I led her to the elevators.

"I forgot something I wanted to give you upstairs.", I told her.

"Oooh, goody! What is it? Huh? Huh?", she asked trying to wheedle me.

"All in good time.", I told her. She still was asking as I opened the door and led her in.

"Well? What is it? What'd you forget to give me?", she asked looking around.

I pulled a straight backed chair from the desk. Rapidly unzipping my pants, I sat down in it and pulled her to me. "I forgot to give you a good fucking.", I told her, slipping my hands beneath the slit in her skirt.

"You bastard!", she laughed. But she didn't argue. Pulling the dress high, she spread her legs and straddled me in the chair. As I suspected, she wasn't wearing panties. In seconds, she had speared herself on my erection. Reaching around her, I quickly unzipped her dress and her tits sprang forth unbound, pushing against my jacket. We had an intense and vigorous quickie, then redid our clothes and hurried back downstairs. We only missed a couple of minutes of dinner. For the rest of the night we were looking at each other and smiling at our private joke.

She paid me back, though. When I wanted to hurry back upstairs right after the speeches, she insisted in front of my friends, that I take her dancing downstairs that night, and invited them with us, for drinks. And she really danced close!

I suppose I asked for it. While she didn't say anything to me, I had seen her birth certificate going through customs, and knew her twenty-first birthday was in September. A few weeks later, on her birthday, I had surprised her in the apartment with large gold loop earrings and a matching necklace. After kissing and hugging me, she had run into her room crying (She's very emotional, did I mention that?). I left her alone, to calm down, and about fifteen minutes later she came out again, modeling them. She had on the earrings and necklace, along with thigh top stockings and high heels. And nothing else. She was very appreciative that night, a number of times. And so was I! I've bought her jewelry for every birthday since.

And so it went. But my feelings for Elyse began to become more and more confused. The end of our contract seemed to be rushing forward with each day, and somehow I couldn't imagine losing her. I was falling in love. When John Wilson called me to invite me back down to Cancun for my yearly vacation, I turned him down flat. Finally I had to bring it to a head.

Sitting Elyse down, I pulled out my copy of our contract and put it on the coffee table. She looked worried at the sight of it, and grew more so as I spoke. I probably handled it badly, but I suppose that's just my general history with women I've loved. Anyway, I explained, I couldn't continue to live this way anymore, we needed to make a major change. Either I bought her out generously and we went our separate ways, or I would tear the contract up and go that route. Elyse stared at me in silence, tears coming to her eyes, then took off and ran into her bedroom. Oh shit, I screwed the pooch again!

Following in her path, I turned the knob to find she had locked it. Pounding on the door. I begged her to let me in. She just kept sobbing and yelling at me to go away. She never wanted to see me again. She hated me. And so forth. Meanwhile, I'm pounding and yelling back for her to let me in. I'm amazed no one called the cops.

Then I finally yelled out, over her protests and sobs, "Elyse, I love you!"

Utter silence for several moments. Then a sniffling, "What?"

"Elyse, I love you! I want to marry you!"

More silence. Then I heard her fiddling with the doorknob and she pulled it open. "What did you say?", she asked quietly. Tears still streamed down her face, making her mascara long black rivulets down her cheeks.

Calmer, I repeated myself. "I want to marry you.", I told her.

"I thought you wanted me to leave. You said you'd buy me out or tear up our contract and make me leave."

"I love you, Elyse. But I can't live with this contract hanging over my head. Either we move backwards or forwards, but I can't live this way anymore. Either we split or we get hitched. I'm asking you to marry me. I love you! Don't you have any feelings for me?", I asked pitifully. By now I was crying, too.

Elyse had been barefoot when I started to talk, and she looked like the young girl she was, gazing up at my teary face. Then, amazingly, she was in my arms, burying her face in my shirt, crying again, racked in sobs. "Of course I love you, you shithead! I've loved you for almost two years!"

Then she pushed me back and looked up at me in fury. She started to pound my chest with her small balled fists. "You bastard!", she cried. "Don't you ever do something like that again!"

Laughing, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back to my chest. Maybe everything would be all right after all. After she calmed down again, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away. Looking down into her eyes, once more I asked, "Will you marry me?"

She looked back at me, then twisted free and went back into her room, leaving the door open this time. Now I was really confused! She sat down on her bed and, pulling tissues off her nightstand, began to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. Finally, red eyed and moist cheeked but otherwise composed, she handed me a tissue for my own face. I sat down on the bed next to her but didn't touch her.

She took my hands in hers. "Robert, ever since you gave me the keys to these doors, I've loved you. I've dreamed about you marrying me. But it's more complicated than that, isn't it... no, don't talk. Let me speak." She continued. "Can you live with how we met? Our difference in ages? And I want a family. You've never had children. Are you prepared for that at this stage of your life?"

Shit! All these questions!

"Listen, I don't care how we met! Or how old I am or how old you are. None of that matters to me! None of it! And you'll be a great mother. Yes, I'm ready for kids. Should be a real hoot! You can wheel me out of the nursing home to see them graduate from kindergarten. Yes, I want it all. Wife and mother, all of it. I want you to marry me!"

She stared at me silently as tears welled up again, then threw herself into my arms again, wrapping hers around my neck as she whispered over and over, "Yes, yes, yes,...".

I suppose what really sealed the commitment, though, was when she pushed me away again. Reaching into her nightstand, she pulled out a plastic dispenser for the Pill and tossed it at her trashcan. Smiling back at me, she began to undress. "Well, if you want kids, we better get started now. You're not getting any younger, Gramps." Shit! I laughed and pulled her back to the bed.

And there you have it. We had planned on a Christmas wedding, but she turned out to be the original fertile Myrtle, and six weeks later told me over dinner to move things up. We had small civil ceremony a week later and took off to Bermuda for two weeks to honeymoon. In what seemed to her to be a last fling, she took along every trashy and slutty outfit she owned, deciding to go out with a bang. I mean she stopped traffic simply walking down the street, and I know of at least one fender bender caused by drivers watching her in hot pants and halter top, and not the road.

I decided that I didn't want to raise kids in New York (Yes kids, plural. She's having twins!) and bought a few acres in Jersey, near our Princeton research lab. I'm having a house built for her, and plan on moving my workload down there. Surprisingly, she decided to keep working in the gym, now teaching fitness for pregos. Unsurprisingly, I suppose, the exercise keeps her looking fantastic, or maybe that's just that glow she has now.

Or not. While she hasn't ballooned, her tits sure have grown. But her legs still look really great, and she's having a ball buying mother-to-be clothes. She still doesn't wear panties often, and while bras are required, she tries to stay with open cups and demi-bras. And she's as horny as ever, too. Positions may have changed, but not the frequency or pleasure. She says I'm going to have to get used to blow jobs and titfucks for awhile (Jeez, what torture!), but she's been reading up on postpartum exercises and plans on getting back in shape as soon as possible after the girls are born. (She's convinced they're going to be girls, and I say boys, but it's not like you can get a refund if you're wrong.)

The ride just keeps getting wilder, but I don't plan on getting off anytime soon.


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Posted:  2002-06-25
Last Modified: 2002-08-07 / 12:00:00 am
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