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This is for Gerri and some special memories. Hope you enjoy it.



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This is my story of how I was introduced to domestic discipline, how it made me a better woman, how it changed my life and how I came to enjoy it. I had a strong urge to share my experiences with someone and I chose you, dear readers.



I am 34 years old and until about a year ago I really was not enjoying my life. I hated my job and it surrounded me with lots of horrid people. It felt like a dead-end and I was feeling desperate about getting out and trying something new.



I’d never had a really enjoyable relationship with a man as the few I had been with were all total pricks. I wondered sometimes if that was to be my fate. The sex never made up for it either. I was not very sexually experienced but I was sure that the sex I was having was not as good as it should be. The men in my life were all dud lovers, the kind who climb on and climb off once they’re done.



At the time I was seeing a guy, someone who’d previously been my senior at work. He seemed hardly to care about me at all. The sex was terrible and he was emotionally abusing me into the bargain.



One day I finally plucked up the courage to start looking for people on-line. I knew it was a common thing nowadays and also that the internet was where people went for new or kinky things. That was what I wanted. My sex life totally sucked and I just thought that if I could try something a little more adventurous then I’d at least find some pleasure and satisfaction in my sex life.



In fact it was more than that. I felt like my life was a disaster. I just couldn’t see how I was going to make it any better. I had started to wonder whether I needed someone to take control of my life, to take control of me. I had started thinking about submission, although truly I had no idea what it was all about.



So I found Doug on the internet and sent him an email asking if he would teach me about submission. Pretty dumb, I know. But Doug eventually replied and asked me a few questions. So we emailed some more and he asked me even more questions. By then I was starting to feel a little foolish because I was certain Doug could see I had no idea what submission was all about.



Soon, though, Doug suggested we meet. He also set a little test for me — I was to meet him out on the street and walk to a restaurant with him but I was to do all this without wearing a bra!



I suppose I should tell you I have large breasts, 34DD. I am slender though so they really are obvious. I am taller than average. I also have a very flat tummy (don’t ask me why, it just is that way). I wish my bottom could be a better shape. I should add I have light brown hair that I like to wear shoulder length. But I often look at my breasts and think they are too big and saggy. So going in public without a bra was a really difficult thing for me to do. But Doug seemed nice and by this stage I was ready to take a risk. What harm could it do?



I turned up feeling so incredibly nervous and exposed. The thing was that Doug turned out to be really nice in person too, very pleasant and refreshing for someone like me. He is a little older than me which gave him a nice calm confidence. He wasn’t overbearing and he struck me as a kind man who seemed genuinely interested in me. I did notice him stealing admiring looks at my breasts but I supposed that was only to be expected. We talked about a lot of things, especially submission and different ideas about BDSM. Then we agreed to meet up the next week for another dinner date.



You’ll note that at this point I was still seeing this other man, my former work colleague. Doug knew about him and didn’t seem bothered at all. I didn’t tell the other guy, I hardly felt like I was cheating on him since he was such a shit. After all, I had no idea that the thing with Doug was going to go anywhere.



So, to cut to the chase, on our second date I was very pleased when Doug invited me back to his place. I felt really relaxed with him and he didn’t make me feel inferior or small in any way. Plus he was a hunk and that definitely helped!



We had wonderful sex that night and it was obvious he was totally hot for my body. I’d never really experienced anything like that before. From there we quickly began to see each other once or twice each week, each time to have sex for long hours into the night.



After those early ‘dates’ we started to experiment with submission and with BDSM. You’ll remember it was me who had asked Doug to introduce me to these new things. I was really excited and very nervous. I was also pleased because I knew Doug was very keen to start teaching me.



In the end, however, for some reason the BDSM play didn’t really click. I know my ideas were all wrong and my expectations were quite foolish. I enjoyed him spanking me when I was across his lap. That was mainly because I knew that it excited Doug. I also enjoyed the warm tingling in my bottom as we had sex later on. But I think we both knew that some spark wasn’t quite there — not yet anyway.



Personally I did not mind too much about that. You see, the sex with Doug was FANTASTIC! He was amazing in bed and soon brought out a side of me I’d never known existed. I had never imagined sex could be as thrilling as that. He got me wetter than I had ever been in my life. In fact, the first few times I thought something was wrong as my vagina was just creating so much wetness!



Doug made me feel warm and safe and protected and was not judgemental about me in any way. I was more than happy to let him do anything he wanted with me. He made me feel so FABULOUS I wanted to do anything he suggested. I was actually secretly pleased when he gently tried to introduce some more kinky things into our sex play. I wanted all those things too — and more! That made me so incredibly wet as well and I started to get used to having my vagina gushing with my sex juices.



I tried new positions and toys and 69s and was excited when Doug introduced me to face-fucking. When he asked me about anal play I was able to confess that I’d secretly considered trying it out. So Doug bought me a collection of sex toys, including some with odd shapes that he loves to insert in my bottom. He made me orgasm in so many new and wonderful ways and I quickly discovered I enjoyed the new and strange sensations of climaxing when he was invading my bum hole.



All this teaching and guiding me pleased Doug and got him really turned-on each time we were together. Soon enough he had me doing all kinds of new and exciting things outside the bedroom as well. We had sex in some new places, including outdoors. Then he would ‘order’ me to go on errands without underwear or with those lovely ben-wah balls inside my vagina. Several times he sent me to work with a sex toy in my handbag and during lunch I would have to close my door and squat down, with Doug listening on the phone, while I pushed the toys into my vagina or my backside.



All this time I suppose ‘officially’ I was still seeing that other guy. For some reason I just didn’t think about the fact I supposedly had two lovers. The other man was too interested in his career to really care about me. It had been weeks since he’d wanted to spend time with me and I knew when he did it would only be for his own sexual pleasure.



Doug seemed to worship my body. He didn’t see any of the flaws I saw. One day I confessed to Doug that I thought my breasts were too big and saggy. I suggested one day I would have them reduced to make them all firm and high and perky once again. Doug just gave me a stern comment about my tits being amazing and perfect and just the way they should be. He also told me I was being silly to contemplate having anything done to them. A little while later I asked him again and Doug gave me the same response in the same stern tone of voice.



There were other new things to experience. Doug introduced me to watching porn and I found out that I love it. I guess I was excited to watch other people and to see them having pleasure (even faked) that I’d been denied for so long. I started masturbating for Doug when I was at home and then writing reports for him to read. I also knew that we were getting closer to really having anal sex. I was a little scared at the idea of his big, hard penis in my bottom but I wanted it all the same and knew the day was fast approaching.



Then came the night that changed everything. Not straight away, but it did change my life. I mentioned to Doug once again that I didn’t like my big droopy breasts. I was still feeling self-conscious and inadequate and although I had told Doug about it before I was still concerned. 34DD seemed too big and I was wondering about having my boobs reduced in size and lifted.



Suddenly a change seemed to come over Doug. He took me to his bedroom and told me to take off my skirt and panties. The whole time he looked at me in a way I’d not seen before. Then he ordered me to lie across his lap again. I knew what was coming, or thought I did. We’d played with spanking and at first I decided he wanted to have another try. It seemed like harmless fun. I was more than happy to oblige.



Then Doug spanked me. It was hard, very hard. It hurt. But I didn’t make a sound or move an inch because I trusted Doug so much by then.



He kept on spanking me. One after another. I was shocked. He was hitting me again and again with the palm of his big strong hand. The sound was terrible and the pain in my bottom was worse. Part of my brain told me that this was abuse, physical abuse and I couldn’t believe I was getting this from Doug, my kind and wonderful man. I’d never been spanked like that in my life so this was a real shock.



But I stayed there over Doug’s lap all the same. I didn’t dare move because I was a little afraid by then. I didn’t want to move because something inside me felt good about being punished. It really didn’t feel like abuse and, strangely, I wanted more. The pain in my bottom was strong but I somehow sensed that Doug wasn’t in a frenzy. In fact, he seemed very controlled and deliberate.



And in between some of the smacks he was talking to me, still with that stern tone of voice. It was hard to hear what he said over the loud sounds of the spanking on my bare bum but he spoke slowly and deliberately.



‘…time to stop being weak… stop judging yourself… want to see more pride in yourself…’



The spanking seemed to go on and on. I had no idea if it was long one or not because I had never been spanked at all. My bottom was terribly sore and my flesh was burning from Doug’s constant smacking. I was ashamed and embarrassed in a way I had never felt. And the whole time he was still being very deliberate and talking sternly to me.



‘…listen to what I say… respect my opinions… start respecting me.’



I think he must have given me forty or fifty smacks. I was about to give up and cry out for mercy. It was almost more than I could bear. I was still in shock that Doug had hit me at all but the incredible pain in my backside was about to overwhelm me.



Finally he did stop and I lay there for a long time, limp across Doug’s lap while he softly rubbed by bottom, my very sore bottom, and my back. I was still completely at a loss to understand what had just happened. Surely it was domestic violence? But why would Doug do that to me? And why did it somehow feel like it was not abuse?



Soon after that we were having sex and I quickly tried to forget that horrible experience. The sex was as good as ever and Doug even seemed more turned on. To be truthful I think the sex was maybe a little better on account of the tingling heat I could still feel from my battered backside.



It was two more days before Doug and I spoke about that night and what he had done to me. Doug asked me again about submission and why I had wanted him to teach me about it. The he said he realised that it wasn’t exactly what I needed. Perhaps I didn’t really understand myself. I told him I was sure that was true.



Doug told me that he had come across some reading about domestic discipline. He guessed that when I had spoken about submission that I was mostly interested in having someone who could take charge ‘when required’.



Domestic discipline, he said, wasn’t really about submission in the way we had first experimented. Domestic discipline, said Doug, was more about one person establishing certain demands or expectations for the other person. It would mean me being required to live up to certain demands or expectations from another. That night, when I was worrying aloud about my body, Doug had decided that was the time to introduce me to domestic discipline.



Doug and I talked a long time that night. He told me, again, that I have a fabulous body and he wanted me to realise that it was true. He was pissed off (in his words) that I kept taking on board what I imagined where the negative comments from other people.



I was quick to admit that Doug’s insight seemed right to me. I hadn’t understood it myself but somehow I knew he had discovered the key. I did want to be a better person and but I knew I often lacked he courage to do it by myself. Having someone believe in me and push me to improve seemed perfect for me. The idea of living up to Doug’s expectations was exciting. Here was someone who instead of putting me down would demand that I improve and become stronger and more capable.



That long talk had an effect on me. It was only weak at first. Still, I suddenly found the courage to get rid of that other guy, my former work boss. I called him that weekend and told him I wanted the whole thing to end. I felt good and strong and brave for the first time in a long time. He, of course, was still a prick and tried to tell me that he wasn’t at all bothered.



Then I had a fresh idea. Doug loves my body. This might sound foolish but secretly, I’ve always liked some of my bits and had this wish that I could have the kind of body that men want in their magazines. It was always a fantasy thing, wishing for something that could never come true.



So I asked Doug if he would do a nude phot shoot of me. He agreed instantly and a few nights later we did the whole thing at his place. I felt so wonderful and free and liberated and, most of all, sexy. I brought along a whole lot of outfits and Doug shot hundreds of pictures of me in different states of undress or totally nude)\. I was in all different kinds of poses and some were tasteful and some were very lewd. I posed in my business attire with my boobs hanging out and my legs spread to show my vagina. I posed in the shortest shorts, so short that when I opened my legs my vagina lips were exposed. Doug even got a little arty and took some lovely shots of me standing like a statue with a sheet draped around me.



I loved it all and my vagina was wet for most of the time. That was good because Doug made me finish with some pornographic shots with me placing some of my toys into my vagina. That was the first time I had ever really seen what my vagina looked like and I have to say that I was fascinated.



I thoroughly enjoyed that night and getting to show off my body, despite still thinking of its many imperfections. It was a night that got me into trouble with Doug later though. Of course we ended up having great sex that night. As were relaxing afterwards Doug asked me again about my pubes. He loved my waxed vagina but was curious about how I looked with all my hair. I have to say I hate my pubes and as soon as I could I started shaving and then getting them waxed. I grow a very think, dense bush of long, light brown hair. The pubes even grow on my inner thighs. I have always thought it gross and completely unattractive.



Doug was insistent that I stop waxing until I grew a full set of my own pubes. He tried to assure me he would be so turned on to see a forest between my thighs. So, nervously, I agreed and skipped the next wax I was due a few weeks after that.



I lost my anal virginity about a week later! I was still scared but I was so ready for it. Doug was making me feel so sexy and much braver. He was very gentle and careful and slow. He got me all warmed up with some nice licking and fingering of my vagina and then my bum hole. We had some really good fucking as well before Doug started to eat me out. I was in the middle of another orgasm when Doug moved up into position and announced that the time had come!



As always, he coached me in just what to do. It wasn’t hard at all to get his penis into my bottom. At first it felt uncomfortable but soon I was feeling really turned on to be so stretched out. I also, of course, loved the idea I was finally doing something so kinky and taboo.



Doug instructed me when to start rubbing my clit. He slowly moved in and out of my bottom and the pressure and the heat were wonderful. I came so hard that night and I am certain that the orgasm really felt different because of Doug’s penis deep inside my bottom. Soon Doug came as well, putting his semen inside my backside. I was very excited by that because I had given him so much pleasure and because it made me feel like a filthy slut!



But a couple of weeks later I kind of ‘forgot’ about my promise to Doug. I noticed the hair on my vagina one morning and decided Doug wouldn’t really want to see my thick bush. So I shaved and expected he would say nothing more. A big mistake!



That very night I was stripping off in front of Doug at his place and almost immediately he stopped and felt my vagina lips. Then he questioned me about what I had done and what had happened to my promise. I tried to explain it all away. Doug just gave me that look again.



In seconds I was over his lap again and he was spanking me. Of course he took his time and spaced out the smacks. I was relieved it wasn’t as hard as my first spanking. But I was starting to realise that this was a punishment and that Doug had been very serious about wanting me to meet his expectations. In fact, all during the spanking, he told me so.



‘…trust is about promises …you’re better than that …not let me down again.’



It was another long spanking, maybe thirty or more smacks of his big, hard hand. But I stayed still and accepted them all. I listened carefully to everything Doug had to say as well. I was relieved he didn’t go as hard as the first time but I knew deep down that I had disappointed him and was actually glad he was punishing me.



Afterwards we talked a lot. I realised that when Doug wanted me to undergo domestic discipline that it was exactly what I needed and had been looking for. He was determined that I should become the best person I could be. No-one had ever suggested such a thing to me. For too long I had accepted second or third best in my life. I had reached the stage where I accepted third best of myself.



That night I agreed that Doug should continue trying to build me up and guide me to being a better, stronger person. He made me say the words and I told him that I wanted him to keep helping me and that I wanted him to discipline me and punish me whenever I fell short. I actually asked Doug that night to spank me whenever he felt I needed it to remind me to always try harder.



It felt weird to say those things to Doug, to anyone. It was scary, too, because I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into. But it was like a promise between the two of us. It was also a challenge to myself. The whole thing made me feel strong and liberated. I knew Doug cared about me and I wanted to have all the things he was offering me. So we agreed to include domestic discipline as a regular part of our relationship



I had anal again that night. Only this time Doug pushed a small vibrator into my vagina while he was inside my bottom. The extra sensation was so different and I came so very hard. I almost saw stars that night. Afterwards Doug announced that he was going to buy me a me collection of anal toys. I was quite pleased to hear that because I had discovered I loved having things inside my bottom. Then Doug licked and sucked on my boobs for ages and ages before he ate out my vagina and made me orgasm over and over until I couldn’t take any more.

It was only a week or so later that I suddenly regretted my promise to Doug and wished I hadn’t asked him for regular discipline. I arrived at his house early on a Friday evening. I’d had a terrible week at work and my so-called colleagues had been monstrous. My belief was that the bosses were slowly destroying the organisation and everyone was fighting and attacking one another as if they wanted to have the lifeboat all to themselves.



I had talked to Doug about my issues with work so many times before. I hated it and it was a dead-end. I was tired of all the crap and frightened of what would happen to the staff and me in particular. I was at my wits end trying to do my best to keep everything functioning properly. That was all a big mistake on my part. At first, however, I thought my mistake was to complain to Doug about my week in the office.



He had been very attentive and listened to me moan and complain and worry for quite a time. Then I saw that look in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what it meant and, sadly for me, I was too caught up in dumping all my emotional turmoil onto him.



Doug stopped me talking all of a sudden and had me stand in front of him. He still had that look in his eyes.



‘Do you remember the promise we made?’ he asked me. Yes, of course I did.



‘Do you remember you agreed, you asked me, to correct you and discipline you whenever you’re not coming up to my standards?’ I remembered only too well, I told Doug with a small gulp of fear.



He then instructed me to go into his bedroom and open the wardrobe. There was a small package inside that I was to open and bring to him. I did as he said and inside a black bag I found something like a bat made out of leather. Later I discovered it was called a paddle. It seemed heavy and evil and I was starting to really regret the situation I had put myself in.



Back in the loungeroom I was ordered to strip completely and get over Doug’s lap. I was feeling very confused and a little afraid. But I did as I was told without question. Something in my head warned me not to question Doug right then. The look was still there in his eyes.



Of course you know that Doug spanked me. He spanked me really hard. First he used his big bare hand to smack my bottom again and again. He was really hitting me hard and just like the first time my head was filled with the terrible sounds, the searing pain and my deep shame.



Doug did not say a word to me for the first twenty or so smacks. I just had to lie there, naked, abused, ashamed, helpless while this otherwise caring man whaled into my behind. I knew I was being punished and somehow I knew that it was good for me. I just wasn’t sure why I was being punished and it made the whole thing seem so unfair.



After twenty Doug took up the paddle and really let me have it. I was so shocked I know I cried out in protest. The sound was louder and the pain was worse. Doug started talking to me then between smacks and I did all I could to focus on his voice.



‘…do something about it …need to take charge …make it happen …don’t owe them anything …need to be number one.’



The spanking just went on and on. I lost count altogether. All I knew after a time was that my bum was giving me more pain than I’d ever known. There seemed no end in sight. Doug was being relentless and my poor bottom was sure to be bruised. It really did feel like abuse because it just seemed so unfair. I could hear that Doug wanted me to make a change in my worklife. Why was I being spanked?



Then the tears came. Big, heavy tears that rolled down my nose and dropped from my eyes onto the floor. I started to sob aloud and my nose began to run. Soon I was a total mess of blubbering, streaming tears and runny snot. I gave up wanting mercy from Doug. My whole world was focussed on my backside and the cruel pain he was inflicting on me. I honestly cannot say how long he smacked me for or how long I cried.



All I know is that after a time I realised that the spanking had stopped. I was still sobbing loudly but Doug had stopped hitting my bottom. Instead he was rubbing me tender cheeks and my lower back and gently encouraging me to ‘let it all out’. Then he spoke some more.



‘I know you’re crying because it hurt so much. But I need to make sure you remember this lesson because I don’t want you to go on hurting yourself.’ I was still crying too hard to reply.



Later Doug said, ‘I know you are frightened to leave work. But its hurting you so much to stay there that you need to find a way to leave.’ I could only agree with him. Then he really hit the mark.



‘I also know the real reason you can’t leave that place is because you’re afraid it will upset other people. You want to make them all happy. That’s why you try so hard to fix everything that is wrong there.’



I knew that he was right. Doug sat me up and through my tears I nodded in agreement. It was true. I always wanted to make people happy. Somehow I had always wanted to make people happy. I suppose I was afraid of them being angry with me. It was one of the reasons I lacked the courage to get out of bad relationships with men. It had stopped me looking for a new career.



Just hearing Doug say these things seemed to take a huge weight off my shoulders. Then Doug said something else. ‘If we’re going to stay together I need you to be stronger and to fight for the things that you need.’



We talked more and more, even after Doug took me to bed. There was no sex that night but we talked longer and more honestly than I’d ever done before. My need to please people, to keep everyone happy, had been the cause of so much unhappiness in my life. It was the reason I’d accepted so many pricks as boyfriends. It was the reason I had such a difficult relationship with my parents. It was the real reason I’d stuck it out at work — that and the fear of stepping into the unknown.



Doug had helped me to see that I had been going about things the wrong way. I saw that my desire to please people wasn’t about being good or successful. It was an excuse to be weak. But now I had discovered that I didn’t need to be weak. I had learned with Doug in the past few months that I could have a lot of things that I secretly wished for.



Most of all I knew that I wanted to please Doug. He’d said something about us ‘staying together’. Suddenly that seemed very important and I knew the key was to shape up and begin to work harder to meet the expectations Doug had of me. He believed I could do it. That was making me feel braver already. I needed to stop trying to make everyone else happy, trying to win their acceptance, and focus on the happiness of myself and Doug — the one person who accepted me for the inner me.



So I really threw myself into re-making my life. With my butt all sore and bruised I spent the next week and a half submitting two applications for new jobs and enrolled myself in a course of professional development. Each day was really hard and each time I took a step towards a new life I felt the old worries and ears rising up inside me.



Domestic discipline works I can tell you! It does for me. For each and every time I felt those old fears my mind turned instead to my bottom. I remembered the paddle and the horrible pain. My poor bum had been bruised black and the bruises stayed for over a week. It ached and felt stiff. But I also remembered that I had had the courage to endure my punishment. It was like a badge that constantly reminded me that quitting my job was not the hardest thing I’d ever done.



Later Doug told me that he had bought the paddle on-line straight after my second spanking. He knew it was a gamble, especially without telling me in advance that he was going to use it on me. He also mentioned the way it would look in the eyes of the law. But after the second spanking and our long talk he had decided he really wanted to support me. And he had thought that the best thing for me was to receive some firm reinforcement. Somehow he had seen that I needed to be pushed hard and that I would welcome the benefits of domestic discipline. He told me that the paddle was a gift to me and we both laughed aloud at that one.



We celebrated that period of ‘re-making Gerri’ by having a ‘grand unveiling’ of my bushy pubes. I finally convinced Doug I had grown enough of a forest for him. He made me pose in the nude and took lots more pics of me showing my hairy vagina, including with my legs wide apart, and I was very embarrassed. But I didn’t really care because I knew the pubes were coming off! Doug did it himself, carefully shaving me all over my vagina. It was rather romantic and very erotic! I knew I would go back to waxing again but it was so intimate to have my man shave me like that.



Around that time I was finally introduced to Doug’s children from his marriage. Two wonderful little girls that adore their father. I didn’t want to intrude on their lives. But I kept thinking of what Doug had said about us ‘staying together.’



I also started doing a little more exercise. I wanted to be healthy and I also thought it might help to tone up my bottom a little more. It didn’t seem like I had to hate my body, I could just take better care of it.



Doug continued to introduce me to all kinds of new and kinky sex play. As promised, he took me shopping for some new anal toys. That was an experience! I got a new collection of butt plugs and dildos. Since then I have many times gone out of the house, at Doug’s insistence, with some strange object lodged in my anus. Every time I feel deliciously naughty and free. Its so exciting to walk down the street or through the mall with a rubber toy in my bottom and knowing that none of the people there would ever guess I am so kinky.



One of my applications had some success and I was offered an interview for a position in another firm. That was also the cause of another punishment spanking from Doug. Naturally I was nervous ahead of the interview. As it got closer I started to voice my concerns. What if I didn’t match up? What if they didn’t like me? What if I blew the interview? What if I had to stay at my old, crappy job? Doug listened patiently to my worries and my nerves and did his best to reassure me. But even my Doug has his limits as I have found out lately.



It was two days before the interview Doug when decided to take action. ‘Enough,’ he said to me in that stern tone I have learned to dread. ‘There’s only one way to fix this.’



I was ordered to remove my pants and underwear. This time I didn’t go across Doug’s lap. I was ordered to spread my legs and bend over, holding on tight to the back of an old dining chair. Usually I enjoy being naked and exposed in front of Doug. But in this position I mostly felt shame and fear. This night we were at my place so, thank goodness, there was to be no paddle.



I was given a proper spanking though. Doug has mentioned the idea of ‘warm-ups’. But I don’t think he’s ever really given me any warm-up. I was given about ten really hard smacks to start with. I knew what I had done wrong, at least partly. So domestic discipline still felt strange to me but I was glad to receive those smacks because I’d upset Doug. He continued smacking me really hard with his bare hand, slowly and talking to me at the same time.



‘…better than that …show them confidence …strong enough …good enough to win this job …don’t talk yourself out of it.’



As usual, I was spanked for the entire time that Doug was talking to me. I tried my best to listen, not least to avoid thinking about the pain in my backside. Somehow the noise of the smacking helped me to concentrate. I didn’t flinch once. I never have flinched during a spanking even when I know to expect the next smack.



Altogether I received about forty smacks, good hard ones. This time there were no tears. Doug had spoken about me being strong and I wanted to show him that strength in my reaction to the spanking. He was trying to motivate me, make me stronger for the interview and I wanted that too.



When it was done I was ordered to stay in that position. I did exactly as I was told. Doug took a few pictures of my pink, glowing bottom and then left me there ‘to think about what was expected of me’.



I did the interview and I really did feel strong and confident. Doug believed in me and I put my best foot forward because I owed it to him. I was shocked when they rang and offered me the job! I started there as the second-in-charge of their human resources section. I even got a small increase in pay. Who could have guessed that after the crap I had endured in my last job.



Doug and I also celebrated that great event. At one stage I had revealed to Doug my interest in having a piercing done. I wasn’t sure how he would take it. It turned out that Doug didn’t mind at all. To him it was body jewellery and not a surgical modification like a breast reduction.



Doug made the booking and took me along and held my hand while I sat, half naked, with my legs in stirrups while a young woman prodded and measured my vagina. We had decided on a clit hood piercing and I chose a nice, wide ring with a heavy bead on it so we could hang things from it and I could play with it whenever I wanted. The bead even has a turquoise jewel set in it. Having the young woman touch me down there actually felt quite sexy. I was warned about the pain of the actual piercing but, you know, compared to Doug spanking me with the paddle, it really wasn’t so bad.



There were still more new, kinky things for me to explore. We decided to try enemas. By now I think I officially had a fetish for playing with my own bottom. Doug got me a couple those rubber bulbs, different sizes, that have thin nozzles to stick in your anus. I wanted to play with them by myself a few times so I could get the hang of it. Since then Doug has used them on me a few times as well. I love it of course! I don’t suppose these are genuine enemas like in hospitals or some people write about. But I always really enjoy the sensations of playing with my bottom, or having Doug do it, and to be honest I love the idea I am also making myself clean for Doug.



As things went along Doug also encouraged me to be less ‘proper’ or prudish. If I was going to be a liberated and kinky woman I needed to be able to express myself properly. So gradually I learned to use words like cunt, cock and arsehole. Sometimes it made me laugh but I really did try my best. Doug wanted it and he had set an expectation for me. I didn’t want the consequences of failing to measure up.



A big event for me was when Doug has introduced me to a threesome. One of my previous boyfriends had tried to force me to do that and I had hated him for it. Doug was totally different and just asked me how I felt. I had to confess the idea was very enticing. I wanted to see how it would feel to act like that with another person. Finally I felt brave enough, and safe enough, to actually try it. Plus I knew it would excite Doug and that definitely made me want to try.



My first threesome was special and delightful. Doug chose a nice man, Mike. He was a little younger than me which was a change because most of my lovers had been at least several years older. Mike had a very nice body and also a very nice penis. By now I was happy to call it his cock — a very nice cock.



It wasn’t totally a threesome because for a lot of the night Doug was happy to watch me fucking Mike and to give me a few kisses or suck on my boobs. He told me he wanted me to totally enjoy the other man. I did, too, because Doug had chosen well and Mike was quite a good lover. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that not all men were as bad in bed as my previous boyfriends. And he loved my clit hood ring.



We finished up that night with me taking both men at the same time. I was on my hands and knees and Doug was fucking me from behind. Mike was on his knees in front of me and shoved his cock into my mouth. Once upon a time I would have thought it was very strange and abusive behaviour for my boyfriend to allow this to happen to me. Instead I felt strong and free and I really LOVED all the attention and the fact these two men were so turned-on by being with me.



Doug asked if Mike could cum in my mouth. I said yes! I was so wet already and knowing he was that excited only made me want his semen even more. He erupted soon after and I let him shoot it all into my mouth. Well, not quite all because I managed to get some of his cock juice onto my face as well. The rest I swallowed happily right away. Yet again I can say I was pleased to feel like a dirty slut.



After that Doug fucked me hard and fast until he shot his load deep inside my cunt. Doug had a great time and kept telling me how sexy and desirable I am! I loved it too, of course. Having two cocks to play with was FABULOUS and I got so much attention and pleasure from them both. Now Doug is looking for another man to join us in a threesome. I know we are going to play with Mike again and I am looking forward to that very much. I think Doug wants to have Mike fuck my arse and I think I am going to let them do it.



You won’t be surprised that Doug has also asked me about a threesome with a woman. I don’t know if I could do that. It would excite Doug a lot but I had to be honest with him. I didn’t want to give him a reason to punish me with a spanking.



However, Doug has also introduced the idea of group sex or maybe even an orgy. He knows about these things and has participated in them before. Right now I don’t think I am ready for that much kinkiness. But I know that one day I will say yes.



We’ve also gotten into pee play. That definitely was Doug’s idea as I’d never even imagined such a thing! It seemed rather weird at first that Doug would want to watch me pee. Soon we got to the point where I was pissing into a large bowl whenever he asked. My bladder can hold quite a lot so it needed to be a big bowl! I saw how excited it made Doug and that was enough for me. Having been through so much with Doug, having learned to overcome my fears and inhibitions, piss play turned out to be quite easy in the end. Now I enjoy doing it for him whenever he wants.



Sometimes Doug decides to piss on me instead. I was ready to accept that. Another man would have made it feel horrid and demeaning. With Doug it feels so primal and basic that I enjoy it a lot. His stream is always so strong and hot and I love the way it splashes off my skin. We always follow up with a lovely shower.



As I have said already, domestic discipline works for me. I wanted to be free and liberated and no longer afraid of myself or afraid of the reactions of other people. Doug, using helpful doses of domestic discipline, has helped me to break through those barriers and experience wonderful things I would have kept on denying myself.



Our sex life continues to be fantastic. We are travelling overseas together next year. And we’re now planning to move in with each other in a few months time. Hat means more time with his daughters. I don’t know if I can call it love yet. But I do know I am so very happy and content with everything I have with Doug.



You shouldn’t think that we have left domestic discipline behind us. I still need to be pushed and have expectations enforced. I like the new me and I want to do what I need to keep her. So Doug still spanks me from time to time when he decides it is required.



A few weeks after I started my wonderful new job I had to be honest and tell Doug I hadn’t given myself an enema for some time. The reason was that I had been so concerned about making a good impression in the new job that I had to admit I’d neglected to set time aside for that little personal pleasure. Doug didn’t really mind the missed enemas too much. What he was upset about was that he saw me slipping back into my old, bad habits. He didn’t want me to sacrifice my personal life for my work.

I do not own any DC Comics characters. This story does not take place in the same universe as my Batman and Gotham Sluts stories. It is completely separate. Please comment!



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Bane cast a long shadow in the moonlight as he approached the abandoned factory. The building ahead was worn and forgotten, perfect for meeting. Only small sounds of gravel crunching underneath his boot could be heard in the still night. He reached a door on the far side of the factory, facing away from Gotham, and noticed a broken lock on the ground.



Those he was to meet had already arrived, or he was being led to believe so. With a small grunt, he pushed open the door and walked into darkness.



“Surprises are not something I react kindly to,” Bane revealed to the dark, as he continued into the room.



As if answering his words, overhead lights immediately turned on, brightly illuminating the now defunct mill. The light was somewhat startling and Bane could only see rusted machinery for a moment. When he recovered, he laid eyes on the culprit.



Harley Quinn, usual arm candy of the Joker, was standing near a control panel. The villainess smiled in her black and red skintight costume. She lifted her finger off the button and bounced over to Bane.



“I am so glad you decided to come! I wasn’t sure if you would respond to my message,” she beamed.



“What’s the job?” the mercenary simply responded.



Harley frowned and got very close to Bane. She circled him slowly, curiously eyeing him up and down. His body was incredibly buff, more so than any bodybuilder, and he was taller than anyone she had ever seen.



“So why the mask and tubes?” she said, pointing to the small tubes coming from the back of his mask and leading to both of his wrists.



Bane lifted an arm up and pointed to a contraption that fit on his wrist.



“This allows me to control the amount of Venom I put in my body, you don’t need to know any more,” he stated plainly.



“Well fine by me, I’m just curious,” she admitted, waving him off.



“You called me here for a job,” Bane said, slightly irritated.



“I called someone else too. I hope you are okay with a threesome,” Harley smiled with wink.



“She means me,” a silky smooth voice revealed from behind.



Bane turned to see Poison Ivy standing in the doorway. Her skin was a light shade of green, and her enormous chest swayed as she made her way towards Bane. Small patches of grass and weeds growing through the concrete floor perked up as she passed.



“What part are you playing?” Bane asked, looking down at the beautiful redhead.



“A very naughty one,” she evilly smiled.



Before Bane had a chance to react, Ivy blew a kiss his way. He could feel the warm air even through his mask, and he immediately relaxed. His shoulders sagged, and his vision blurred. He was still standing, but very confused.



“Good get Ivy! Hit him again!” Harley cheered.



Ivy walked to Bane and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked up at the sedated man and spoke.



“My pheromones are wreaking havoc on your body now dear. First you will get tired and open up to suggestion. Then..,” she trailed off, planting a small kiss on his muscled and exposed chest.



Bane’s mind went blank. Warmth overcame his body and he became lost in a haze. He stopped thinking and started feeling. His feelings were becoming the only thing he responded to. Out of nowhere, arousal started to wash over him.



“Oh you have him now Ivy,” Harley said, clapping excitedly.



“I promised you could go first,” Ivy sighed, looking at Harley.



Ivy walked away from Bane and grew a small stool from the surrounding weeds. She sat her perfect butt down and waved to Harley.



“He’s all yours…for now,” she said, crossing her legs.



Harley shouted in glee and danced over to the hulking figure standing silently in the middle of the factory, her huge butt bouncing as she did.



“I bet it is just starting to bubble inside you,” Harley cooed, examining her prized man.



Harley groped her large breasts through her costume and looked at Bane.



“I want to jump start the process Bane,” she purred, ripping the cloth that separated her chest from the air.



Bane feasted his eyes on Harley’s bountiful bosom. Her breasts were probably bigger than DD’s, and her nipples were hard and perfect. Pings of pleasure shot through him and he could feel his penis growing.



“He is going to need a little more!” Ivy called out to Harley, enjoying the show.



Harley slowly removed the rest of her costume in a striptease fashion, being careful not to show Bane full view off her ass. When she was fully nude, she smiled at Bane.



“I bet you love looking at my front, but I know what you really want to see,” she teased.



Harley turned her curvy body, painfully slow, until Bane had full view of her humongous butt. She gave it a few bounces and it fluidly shook. The lobes danced in a hypnotizing fashion, wonderfully swaying up, down, and side to side. Her cheeks were so big and protruding they could act as a shelf. It was a perfect ass.



Bane fixed his eyes on her bouncing butt and could no longer contain his erection. His penis tore through his pants, rigidly sticking out towards Harley. It pulsed powerfully. Harley turned to look.



“That isn’t a dick,” Harley gasped as she pointed, “That’s a fucking log!”



Harley Quinn rushed over to Bane and kneeled in front of his impressive cock. She pulled his pants down to reveal his full package. His testicles were clean and large. Bane mindlessly moved a hand behind Harley’s head to push it closer.



“No!” Harley spat, shoving away his advance.



Bane stopped. His mind could only focus on his raging erection and how badly he wanted release, but he was intoxicated by Ivy’s power.



“This cock must be a foot long, and I don’t think I could fit just one hand around it,” Harley said, mesmerized.



Harley formed her hand in the shape of a “C” and it hovered around Bane’s dick, refusing to touch it. She looked up at the masked mercenary.



“I work so hard all the time. I am always being chased by the Bat. I am always being yelled at by Mr. J. I don’t ever do anything for me,” Harley said to herself, still not touching Bane’s penis.



Harley began to stroke her hand up and down the long shaft before her, but still refused to grace it with her touch. Bane’s frustration grew inside of him, but he could do nothing about it. He had no choice but to watch Harley tease him.



“You are here to be used tonight,” Harley admitted with a smile, stroking the air around Bane’s concrete cock.



Harley finally grabbed the base of Bane’s dick, and pushed his head into her mouth.



Bane’s muscles tightened as he entered her warm, soft lips. He grew rock hard as she slowly continued down his shaft, taking more of him into her. By the time Harley had fit all of him into her, his pre-cum was coating the back of her throat. Harley needed more.



With all twelve inches of cock in her mouth, she began to suck the pulsing pole.



Harley pulled the dick out of her mouth until she could only feel the very tip with her tongue, and engulfed it all over again. Harley’s pace was quick and energetic. She was excited to have such a large cock to play with and she became wet.



The seal between her mouth and Bane’s tool was completely airtight. Saliva sloppily rolled from his shaft, down to his balls. She tickled his head with her tongue every time it passed. All of which, she did with lightning speed.



Bane’s balls tightened and Harley could feel him readying a load. Harley quickened her pace. Bane was about to cross the precipice when Harley swiftly pulled him away from her lips.



Bane groaned in disappointment, and couldn’t manage much else.



“You don’t get to decide when it is okay to cum. You cum only when allowed,” Harley scolded, her eyes stern.



The woman stood up and walked away from Bane, giving him a magnificent view of her ass. When she approached Ivy, she placed a hand on her shoulder.



“Your turn,” she said in a sing-song voice.



Ivy smirked slightly, stood up, and took a deep breath. The leaves covering the intimate parts of her body began to fall away as she approached Bane. Her walk was more of a glide as she eyed the huge member, covered in Harley’s saliva. Ivy was completely nude when she halted.



“Harley has that ass…but look at these,” she offered.



Ivy grabbed underneath her humongous breasts and lifted them for Bane to see. Her breasts jutted out far in front of her, to an insane degree. She pushed them together tightly, which revealed them to be soft and pliable. When her chest was sufficiently groped, she gave her dark green nipples a small tweak.



“These breasts are fucking H cups,” Ivy bragged, her tone dark and proud.



Her words sent a ping of excitement in Bane.



“I want to put them to use,” Ivy said, kneeling in front of Bane’s penis.



Ivy lifted her mammoth mammaries, which couldn’t help but jiggle, and she swallowed Bane’s cock with her cleavage.



Bane felt absolute ecstasy as her fleshy pillows hugged him. Pre-cum spilled from him, coating her titties.



“That’s what I wanted! This dick feels so good between my giant jugs,” Ivy said looking up at Bane.



After a moment of drinking in the wonderful feeling of having a foot of cock resting between her breasts, Ivy began to titty fuck Bane.



Ivy pushed her tits up and down Bane’s shaft, covering all of his cock as she did. Her tits were pillows of bliss and she alternated her breast fucking. Her right breast went up, the left breast went down. Her left tit went up, the right tit went down. Bane lost himself as she shook her titties on him.



“I want you to blow your big load. I waited all day to get my tits around this big cock. I want to know what your cum tastes like. Don’t hold back,” Ivy dared.



When she felt Bane’s cock tighten, she stopped her titty hustle and worked his cock in a proper titty fuck.



“He’s gonna blow Harley!” Ivy shouted in joy, rapidly titty fucking.



Harley ran over to the two and kneeled next to Ivy.



“I’m ready!” she squealed.



As Bane tipped over the edge and embraced his orgasm, Harley pushed the button on his wrist.



“GRRAAAHHHH!” Bane yelled.



Fire boiled his blood as the Venom filled his body. Bane’s already huge muscles grew and his veins popped. The Venom reached his penis as his testicles tightened to release his cum. His penis grew two inches as the first rope of jizz sprang from his cock.



“Yes! I want that cum!” Ivy shouted, catching his sperm on her face.



Before Bane fired a second shot, Harley swallowed his head, as his shaft rested in Ivy’s cushions.



Wave after wave of delicious semen filled Harley’s mouth. She gleefully accepted the torrent of spunk shooting down her throat. After losing count of ropes she had swallowed, she retreated.



“He won’t stop!” she laughed, still with a mouthful of cum.



Ivy shoved all of Bane’s now fourteen inch cock in her mouth, and swallowed his continuing river of seed. Harley took the opportunity while Ivy was being fed, to cradle and suck on the orgasming man’s balls. After what seemed like forever, Bane finally stopped firing his load, and he collapsed on the floor.



Ivy and Harley looked at each other, breathing heavily. Both women knew they did a job well done. Harley crawled over to Ivy, and licked her face clean of thick cum.



“There was so much! I can’t believe we aren’t a mess,” Ivy said, cleaning Harley’s cum stained lips with her tongue.



“There is still time,” Harley exhaled, taking a moment to regain composure.



“Stand up Bane,” Ivy softly commanded.



An invisible pull compelled Bane to stand. Still caught in the haze of Ivy’s pheromones, Bane’s dick remained engorged.



“It grew! This has to be the biggest dick ever,” Harley said in amazement.



Harley faced away from Bane and pushed her incredible bubble butt against his prick.



“I can’t wait any longer for this incredible cock to tear apart my asshole,” Harley admitted, shaking her butt cheeks against the thick shaft.



The supremely soft flesh of Harley’s lobes paddled Bane’s cock back and forth, encouraging it to become familiar with her posterior. When Harley could no longer deny herself, she pushed her asshole against the head of Bane’s mast.



“I’m going to get it in there Bane! I won’t rest until I shove that ridiculous cock in my ass,” Harley promised, bending over farther.



With renewed vigor, Harley used all of her strength to slowly pull the entrance of her ass cavern over Bane’s prick.



“FUCK! THIS BRUTE’S COCK IS LITERALLY TEARING ME A NEW ONE!” Harley exclaimed, blinding pain overwhelming her body.



Painfully slow and without assistance of lubricant, Harley made her way down Bane’s rigid pole. As the cock forced through, the walls of the tight asshole gripped it with ferocious intent. Bane had never before felt a tighter or warmer place. The brute’s hands reached out to get a feel of the luscious ass that was descending on his member.



“No! Stop him!” Harley shouted to Ivy.



In a flash, Ivy sprung towards Bane and held his wrists behind him. A confused and dizzy Bane moaned in frustration.



“Only when I cum, only when I’m satisfied will you get it,” Harley projected over her shoulder to the man deep in her anal cavity.



With that said, Harley began to bounce herself on the mighty pillar.



“It’s too fucking deep! And I don’t fucking care! More!” Harley declared, pushing her butt all the way down to Bane’s pelvis.



Tremors shot through Bane’s muscles as the woman fucked him with her taboo cavern. The urge to grope her ass until it hurt grew inside him. Her rear end bounced cartoonishly as she increased her speed. Fire burned in his shaft as Harley’s butt gripped him with incredible force. After minutes of pummeling the python into her body, Harley was getting close to the edge.



“I fucking love it Ivy! I didn’t even know I could get fourteen inches in my little asshole. Here I am, a huge anal slut, letting my ass bounce up and down this tree trunk. It fucking hurts my butthole. It is fucking painful..,” Harley trailed of as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.



The anal slut’s mouth opened wide and her toes curled. Her muscles tensed, causing her ass to hug Bane more tightly. Harley finished her statement.



“AND IT HURTS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD. I’M CUMMING!” she screamed.



Ivy released Bane’s wrists and they flung to Harley’s mountain of an ass. His fingers dug deeply in the soft bubble butt, and his senses were hit with a wall of ecstasy. Bane’s cock tightened inside Harley as she rode the beginning of her orgasm.



“That’s your reward! Feel that ass and blow your load!” she commanded.



“HUNNNGGHHHH!” Bane sounded through clenched teeth.



Ivy pushed the button on his wrist as his balls tightened. Venom rushed into Bane and his cock became super charged. A torrent of sperm ran through him and shot into Harley.



“Fuck!” Harley yelled in her bliss, “I can’t hold all of it!



Bane shot powerful load after powerful load inside the orgasming woman and, without surprise, it began to leak from her. After sufficiently soaking the inside, Bane retreated from the orifice. Harley fell to the ground as she came down from her high.



“You look so satisfied Harley,” Ivy observed jealously.



Harley responded with a happy sigh.



Ivy kneeled in front of Bane and wasted no time putting his cock in her mouth. She sucked deeply, coaxing the dick back to life. Soon, Bane was standing again at full mast.



“I can taste your ass on him Harley,” Ivy smiled.



“That’s so fucking naughty Ivy,” Harley managed, still recovering from a wonderful climax.



Ivy pointed a finger to the ground. Bane saw this and felt as if he was forcibly obeying a command. His body went immediately to the floor, his dick throbbing and waiting.



The green woman stood above the hulking man, looking down at his sweaty, huge muscles. She traced a finger down her body slowly, stopping at her clit. She spoke as she began to rub herself.



“I want you in a different way dear,” Ivy purred, her crevice becoming wet.



Ivy lowered her body and rested Bane’s thick head at her entrance. Before going any further, she took hold of her own enormous mammary.



“This is your prize. You do not touch my giant breasts until I have achieved my goal. These pretty green nipples won’t grace your mouth until I say you can taste them. I will keep you on the hook forever if I wish. I control you now fuck toy. And when I am punishing you remember one small thing..,” Ivy explained, lowering her voice for her next words.



“I can be as fertile as I wish,” Ivy smiled evilly as she plummeted on to the gargantuan erection.



Ivy’s eyes and teeth clenched as the intruding organ filled her. Bane’s head pushed on her cervix violently, and pain shot up her body. All of his fourteen inches filled her crevice, and Ivy could not hold her scream.



“YOU ARE BREAKING MY CUNT!” the woman shrieked.



Despite her cry of pain, Ivy slowly began to thrust herself on the punishing rod.



“This dick is fucking unbelievable! I have never felt so damn full. Do you love it? Do you love my stupidly tight, emerald cunt?” Ivy asked, flipping her crimson hair.



Bane’s penis was being gripped by the best pussy he had ever felt, and he could only grunt in the affirmative. Ivy’s walls were wet and embraced Bane fiercely. The woman picked up her pace.



“You love this pussy so much you can’t speak? I’m fucking you so good you can only feel pure heaven? I wouldn’t have even needed to infect you, would I have? This pussy is probably enough to turn you into a good, mute fuck toy. This dick is more than I could have hoped for,” Ivy said as she circled her hips into Bane’s pelvis.



Ivy pulled herself off Bane until his head almost slipped from her warm slit. She eyed him knowingly and smiled devilishly. She began thrusting her hips forward and back, teasing his engorged head, but never letting it leave her entrance. Bane moaned as she tortured him.



“Do you want more? Do you want me to bury you deep in my hot twat again? I will only allow it if you can give me a huge fucking orgasm. Do that for me and I will promise to use you whenever I need to cum. Do that for me and I’ll let you knock me up,” Ivy proposed, her words dripping with honey.



Ivy plunged onto the pillar once more, now only feeling complete elation as it pushed through her. Bane’s muscles tensed and his hips rose. Ivy laughed softly and galloped faster than she had before.



“That’s it. Love my cunt. Love it as a make your cock ache for release. I’m getting so close you fucking brute,” she snarled.



Ivy galloped on Bane’s member, her thrusts blurring as she worked towards her climax. She clawed into Bane’s chest as she reached the precipice. Ivy threw her head back as her body locked, ready to receive her orgasm.



“I’M GOING TO CUM! GRAB MY LUDICROUS TITS AS I CUM ON YOUR ABSURD DICK!” she ordered.



Bane flung his hands onto the fleshy pillows that were Poison Ivy’s breasts. He clenched both massive pumpkins and felt her perfect nipples dig into his palms. The soft mountains felt unbelievable and Ivy shouted gleefully as she was groped. The pale green chest was perfect in every way.



Ivy lifted Bane’s mask partially, allowing his mouth to be free. He immediately lifted himself to encase a delicious nipple in his mouth. His tongue explored both nipples with extreme purpose.



“Cum for me. Flood my womb with your potent jizz. Give me your sweet seed. Fertilize my taut tummy!” the climaxing woman commanded.



Ivy pressed the button on Bane’s wrist and again his senses flared. His body grew hot as the venom pumped into his bloodstream. His pleasure reached the edge and his penis contracted for his first burst.



“That’s it! Blow your giant load inside me! Don’t stop until I’m pregnant! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT!” the elated Ivy decreed.

“Where are we going?” Beth asked, as she looked in the mirror over her vanity and applied mascara to her left eye.



David looked at his wife’s refection in the mirror and thought how unbelievably beautiful she is. “I thought we would have dinner at 103 West and then sample the night life at Opera.”



“Sounds good,” Beth replied. She was looking forward to spending a night out with her husband. When she finished applying her makeup, she stood before the mirror and looked at the hot little cocktail dress she had bought just for tonight. The neckline plunged dramatically, and the hem was a little higher than she usually wore, even in Atlanta. It was a lot higher than she would ever wear in Ellijay. As she appraised the fit of her dress, she thought how well it complemented her large breasts. It showed a generous amount of cleavage but provided good support. She approved.



“What do you think?” Beth smiled wickedly, as she held her hands high above her head and turned to face her husband.



“Hot, hot, hot! Cum’ere sexy!” David beamed an appreciative smile.



“Oh no, no, no,” Beth laughed as she hurried from the bathroom. David quickly pursued her. He caught her in the bedroom.



“You can’t escape me that easily!” David teased as he wrapped Beth in his arms and looked into her dark eyes. He had always loved his wife’s eyes. They were the proverbial “deep pool” romance novelists consistently overuse. He kissed her lightly twice and thought how supple her lips felt.



As they drew back and looked at each other, the moment was interrupted by the doorbell. Almost in perfect unison, they said, “The driver.”



Beth picked up her pocketbook and David checked his pockets for his wallet and money clip before they headed to the front door to greet the driver of the limousine that would take them to Atlanta and return them in the wee hours tomorrow morning. David opened the door. He noticed the driver was handsome, but considered his observation no longer than the time it took to make it. Beth took enough time to notice the driver was not only handsome, but a fit man in his mid–thirties. He had dark hair and eyes. Strong hands. As she walked with her husband down the front walk of their home to the waiting limousine, Beth allowed herself a brief but involved fantasy of a dalliance with him. David opened the rear door for his wife and followed her into the limousine while the driver closed the door behind them.



As the car drove down the long driveway, Beth and David surveyed the accommodations offered by the limousine. There were two seats facing each other. More like couches really. They were generously tufted in black leather. On the driver’s side was a small bar stocked with premium liquors. David noticed the scotch, Chivis Regal; not his brand but good for a blended scotch. There was a DVD player. On the side pillar was a telephone for communicating with the driver. The privacy screen between the driver’s and passenger compartments was raised. The driver had been told where they were going when the limousine was hired.



Beth and David settled into the forward–facing rear seat. Their conversation was animated. One listening to them would have thought they were teenagers on their first date. Beth leaned back against David’s shoulder as the driver turned the long car right to travel south down APD Highway 515 toward the big city of Atlanta.



With Beth leaning on his left shoulder, David moved his hand up to the underside of her left breast. “I can see down your dress all the way to your belly button,” he playfully quipped. He really couldn’t. Beth was wearing a sexy, low cut bra to support her DD breasts. He was looking for a reaction.



“My belly button, huh? Do you like what you see?” Beth smiled as she raised her eyes to look back at her husband.



“Yeah, but I could see a lot more if you were to slip your straps down,” David playfully suggested.



“If you can already see down to my belly button, why do you need to see more?” Beth teased as she raised her right arm and caressed her husband’s neck at the base of his skull. David recognized the invitation. He kissed Beth’s arm and then the side of her neck. He shifted on the car seat to bring his right arm around his wife’s waist. David looked into Beth’s eyes. She indeed was receptive to his advances. He kissed her on the lips. Small kisses at first, exploring each other’s lips. Then occasionally, one or the other’s tongue would penetrate the other’s lips ever so slightly.



David shifted his attention to Beth’s neck. As he trailed kisses from below her jaw line to her shoulder, David slipped the straps of her dress and bra from her left shoulder and exposed most of Beth’s breast. Briefly he looked at his wife’s breast exposed to the top of her areola before he kissed down her neck to the top of his wife’s tit. He extended the trail of kisses down her breast as he cupped the portion of her tit remaining inside her dress and bra with his right hand and lifted it. Then David moved his hand up and inside Beth’s bra. He kissed her nipple.



Impatiently, Beth put her left hand on David’s chest and pushed. She turned to her right and firmly pushed David back into the center of the leather seat. Beth knelt in front of David and looked into his eyes as she slipped the right strap of her dress off her shoulder. Without breaking her gaze, she reached behind her back, unfastened her bra, and tossed it aside. The top of her dress hung from her waist giving David a full view of her naked bosom. Although he had seen his wife’s tits countless times before, he always marveled at their beauty.



Beth reached forward and started unbuckling his belt. She unhooked his trousers and pulled his zipper down slowly, teasing David. She continued to look into his eyes. Beth licked her lips and diverted her eyes from David’s face only long enough to locate the waistband of his pants. As she tugged his pants from the waist, David lifted his hips to help his wife remove his trousers. Beth tossed them onto the seat behind her.



Reaching down, Beth pulled David’s underwear to the side and exposed his already hardened cock. She licked the thumb of her right hand and painted her saliva from the base of David’s cock to the tip of its head. Then she grabbed his balls hard. David winced. Beth pulled David’s underwear off. She used the back of the finger nail on her index finger to trace an imaginary line up her husband’s sack to the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched involuntarily. Beth slapped it sharply. Again. Then again.



Beth bent over her husband and took his dick in her mouth, just its head at first. Then, cupping his balls, she plunged her mouth down over his shaft. David felt the wet warmth of Beth’s mouth engulf his cock, just before a sharp pain told him she had squeezed his balls again.



“Ohhhhhhh,” David could not stifle his reaction to the pain his wife inflicted on him on the heels of the pleasure her warm mouth provided. Beth started bobbing up and down on his cock. She lifted her mouth off David’s dick and ran her mouth down the side of its shaft to his balls. She sucked one of them into her mouth. Again she swallowed his shaft. Beth swirled her tongue around the base of its head. The feeling was sublime. He could feel his cock grow harder in her mouth. He was nearing climax.



David wanted to slow things down. He held his wife’s head to interrupt her blowjob, lifted her face to his, and kissed her deeply. David slipped off the seat and assisted his wife back onto it. He moved between her legs, which she spread willingly. David kissed her mouth again. Then he moved down her neck to her left nipple. He kissed around the outside of her tit and moved toward the large areole surrounding her nipple, which itself was as large as the end of his index finger. Reaching the nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.



David sat back on his knees and reached under the short skirt of Beth’s dress to find the sides of her thong. Beth lifted her hips to help him remove her panties. David saw his prize, completely shaven. His wife has the prettiest pussy he has ever seen. Shifting forward on his knees, David bunched the material of his wife’s dress around her waist. He parted her thighs with his hands. As he brought his mouth to Beth’s pussy, he could see she was already very wet. David smiled inwardly. His wife’s pussy often dripped during sex.



He buried his face in Beth’s warm, inviting cunt. David started licking from the bottom around the left side of her pussy to her clit. When he reached it, he flattened his tongue and applied pressure to her clit. Beth grabbed the back of David’s head and pulled him into her as she threw her head back and moaned.



“Oh god, honey! Lick my pussy!” Beth encouraged her husband. David continued to lick around his wife’s hole, occasionally letting his tongue dart inside to savor the sweet juices flowing from her pussy. Licking his way up her cunt, David fastened his lips around her clit. Using both the flat and tip of his tongue, David deftly manipulated Beth’s clit. His efforts began to have the desired effect on Beth.



“Oh yeah! Yes baby! Ohhhhhhhhh, yes, I want you to make me cuuuummmm.” The fervor of Beth’s moans escalated. “Make me cum, baby!”



David’s tongue continued to rub Beth’s clit in a circular motion, applying pressure from every direction. Beth felt an orgasm growing in her loins. She concentrated on the pleasure bestowed by her husband’s tongue and then she felt it take her past the bursting point.



“Oh fuck, yes, yes, agh . . . agggghh . . . ahhh!” Beth exhaled in short bursts. Her cunt spasmed and flooded with cum. Her exclamations echoed through the passenger compartment. As her orgasm subsided, Beth’s body relaxed only momentarily. She wanted more. She looked down at her husband still licking her cum from her pussy.



“Fuck me, David. Fuck my pussy good!” Beth ordered as she turned her hips and raised herself to kneel on the seat. She positioned her left knee on the seat and her right foot on the floor, David stationed himself behind her. Holding his dick in his right hand, he rubbed it up and down the opening to Beth’s cunt, coating it with her juices. David slipped the head of his cock into his wife’s pussy. Then grabbing her hips on either side he pulled back and slammed the full length of his cock into his wife’s engorged cunt.



“Ugggggghhhhh!” Beth exhaled loudly. “That’s it, baby! Fuck that pussy good! Fuck me hard! Tear my pussy up!” Beth wanted it hard.



David gladly obliged his wife’s request and forcefully impaled her on his cock over and over. The cabin was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against his wife’s ass as well as their collective grunts, gasps and moans. David’s rapid thrusts forced Beth’s pendulous breasts to swing back and forth every time he withdrew his cock and slammed it back into her. Beth was being fucked rough. She liked being fucked rough.



Another orgasm was building in Beth. Her head was bowed as she looked between her arms at her breasts being thrown to and fro. Beth’s thick black tresses fell over the sides of her face and moved in rhythm with the pounding she was receiving. The mixture of pain and pleasure she felt with every thrust thrilled her.



Beth raised her head, opened her eyes and looked to her left toward the front of the car speeding down the highway. The privacy screen was now down. Her eyes opened wide with alarm. Her eyes immediately met the driver’s eyes in the rear–view mirror. He was watching her, . . . watching her get fucked. He was watching her breasts lunge forward and back each time her husband shoved his dick into her pussy. He was watching her drown herself in her approaching orgasm. Her initial shock ripened quickly into lewdness.



Beth continued to look at the driver’s eyes in the mirror. She did not break her stare. She watched him watching her. Looking into his eyes, she felt the pounding of her husband’s cock. His eyes betrayed his thoughts. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to shove his cock roughly into her. He wanted to feel her cunt tightly grip his cock as he withdrew for the next thrust. He wanted to hold her hips and pull her into his cock. He wanted to feel his dick swell in her. He wanted to erupt and fill her with his seed as she climaxed. She felt the heft of her husband’s cock as it swelled toward climax. She felt the force of her husband’s cock. Her orgasm was building . . . building . . . and



“Ohhhhhhh, uugghhh! . . . Agh! . . . Agh! . . . Agh! . . . Agggghhhhhh!” Beth exhaled in the familiar short bursts that always punctuate her orgasms. Still she never lost her fixation on the driver’s eyes. She knew he wanted to be the one who fucked her to orgasm. David heard his wife cumming.



“Oh god, Beth, I’m cumming too! Ahhhhhhhhh!” David erupted with his wife. Beth watched the driver’s eyes as her husband filled her with his sperm. He wanted to flood her cunt with his seed. She could see it in his eyes . . . yes, it was in his eyes.



Spent, David withdrew his cock from his wife. He watched as a string of cum dripped from her cunt onto the seat. He sat down behind his wife in post–orgasmic bliss and felt the leather on his bare ass. He did not notice Beth looking toward the front of the car. But he did see the driver looking back at them just as the privacy screen rose the last few inches before it closed. David took another deep breath and smiled. Wonder how long he’s been watching, David thought.



Forty–five minutes later, the door to the limousine opened at 103 West in Buckhead. The driver extended his hand to Beth. Beth looked up at the driver, smiled, and looked down demurely before she took his hand and stepped out of the car.



“Hope you have a good time in Atlanta, ma’am,” the driver said to Beth and smiled.



Beth looked into the driver’s eyes once more. She smiled and said, “The evening’s already been interesting. Thank you. I guess we’ll be seeing you on the way home.”

(This was the first time that a young man had e-mailed me about his interest in sex with his mum. As readers of my other conversations will know, it was usually the mum herself, or the daughter, who contacted me about their interest in incest. The story of Wayne and his mum, Jinny, started one morning during Easter, after he sent me feedback. I replied to thank him, asking him to tell me something about himself. It became a long daily exchange of emails – sometimes several in one day. But, imagine my surprise, when his mother also got in touch with me, out of the blue, three days later. I knew then that we were destined to have a wonderful flowering of mum/son sex. I just needed to encourage them to get together. They did. In less than a week, and after lots of encouraging messages. It was extraordinary. I have edited out some of the exchanges to avoid too much repetition.)



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Sarah,



My name’s Wayne, I’m 19 and go to a local uni. I’ve read your conversational stories on Literotica. One about Ellie and the other about Rene and found them exactly to be what I wish would happen to me. My mom, Jinny, is a curvy woman, usually referred to as a BBW on porn sites. When I discovered them on the net, I was instantly drawn to them. The biggest orgasms I ever had came from looking at women with huge bums and massive tits. Just like my mom. I suddenly realised that my biggest fantasy was my own mom! I don’t know what to do. I suddenly found myself trying to catch glimpses of her beautiful body in the shower, “accidentally” walking into her bedroom, while she changed, etc. I even start masturbating into her used panties! Am I sick? Or is this something that can actually work as a loving mother/son relationship?



Hi Wayne



Well, you are certainly not sick – though some people might think so! I can fully understand what it is that makes you horny – the sight of a big-breasted woman is enough to arouse and inflame any young virile male. The fact that’s it’s your mum adds a little more wickedness to the feeling. Except, here, I’m not sure what you would like to me suggest. Has your mom ever shown any interest in your body? Seen you masturbate or spoken about the need for sexual release? Do you have a father at home I wonder? I don’t suppose you’ve actually watched your mom masturbate herself, but you may have heard her. Do you think she has any interest at all in a sexual encounter with her son? With Rene, it was she who wanted me to nudge her son in her direction – which I did!



Sarah.



Sarah,



Well that’s a relief… It just feels a bit wrong to get an erection whenever she bends over or when I look at her tits. I walk around with just boxers on sometimes, and she’s never told me off for it. I even caught her looking at the bulge in pants a few times but nothing serious. I did think she caught me once, wanking to a picture of a BBW pornstar (who looked just like mum). Just as I was cumming I heard a noise behind me, but when I turned around there was nothing there. But, that evening mum talked to me about sex and said that if I ever needed any help with “anything” to go and find her. Does that mean she wants it too? She’s also been talking more and more about women having sexual needs, when I talk about girlfriends and stuff, and saying that I should remember that women need pleasure as well. Yes, I have heard her masturbating some nights and one night I peeked round the door while she was at it. My dad works as an airline pilot so is away a lot and she often refers to me as the man of house.Wayne.



Well Wayne



I’ve thought a lot about what you told me yesterday. It shouldn’t feel ‘wrong’ to respond to a buxom female, whether it’s your mom or not! It’s natural – part of the mating game! And first, let me say that sex between mum and son is far from unusual, so don’t feel bad about wanting it. From what you tell me, my guess is that your mum feels the same way. Mom wants it but, like you, feels that it’s wrong!



I expect your mum is in her early 40s, and that’s an age when many women are more sexually aware than ever, and need more sex at a time when husband’s appetite is fading – or not at home. You’d be surprised how many ladies of that age write to me about their insatiable appetites for sex! (Well you’ve read some of the chats I’ve had with them.) So, when mum mentioned women having sexual needs as well, I think she knows that you caught her masturbating, and is trying to explain why she does it – because she is very concerned that you might lose your respect for her, or think she’s some sort of slag. So, Wayne, she just needs some assurance from you that you’re still very proud of her (in more ways than one!) And have a high respect for her.



How you do that is up to you, because I don’t know just how close you are. Perhaps the best time is when you meet up outside the bathroom at bedtime – or whenever – give her a hug and tell her you’re proud of her – and think she’s got a great figure. If you can, say sorry for showing an interest at her breasts, but admit that you find them very attractive and exciting. You can’t help it! The important thing at all times, though, is to allow either of you an escape route if it turns out to be embarrassing, otherwise you may end up with a rift between you. That would never do!



Then leave the next move up to mum and react accordingly. My guess is that she’ll either blush and say ‘don’t be silly’ – in which case listen out for her masturbating in bed at the thought of turning you on – or she may laugh, with a ‘thank you’ and flaunt them at you – in which case gasp with admiration and tell her how fabulous they are.



Anyway, mum’s offer to offer help with ‘anything’, could be her way of suggesting that she’d like to masturbate you, or let you watch her masturbate. Some kind of shared sexual experience. But, all in all, I think what she is crying out for, is an assurance from you that you don’t think badly of her. Mums are keen not to lose their children’s respect for them. And whilst young men masturbate, they mostly don’t think married women should need to. Well, you know different, don’t you – so tell her.



Once the ice is broken, the rest will follow. Believe me! Lots of respect for each other – lots of trust – and lots of pride in each other. Let me know how you get on. And good luck.



Sarah



Ps – I’d be no good for you Wayne – I’m small breasted with a pert bum!! But a fleshy pussy!



Wow Sarah,



Thanks for such detailed advice! I’m quite close to mum and we do hug and cuddle a lot, though I get embarrassed nowadays because I keep getting a boner when cuddled up close to her breasts or her fleshy bum. She has noticed a few times and just laughed it off with an offhand remark like “don’t poke me to death with that thing” or something like that. I did as you suggested this morning. I walked into her room “accidently” catching her changing. She seemed almost deliberately slow to cover up, giving me a good eyeful of her large breasts. I was about to leave, before I told her that she has a wonderful figure that most moms would envy. She blushed and said thank you and carried on getting changed with me still in the room! I just stood watching for a few minutes, before I sensed she was going to turn around and left the room. Safe to say I had a monster erection to deal with afterwards! I took your advice and left my door open and wasn’t too quiet about it either, but I’m not sure whether she noticed or not.



I have noticed that she disappears off to “do some ironing” up in her room more often lately, and come to think of it, I do hear some squeaking and restrained moans when I press my ear to the door.



Mum has walked in on me watching porn before now, so she knows it’s something I do. So maybe leaving Literotica on the computer while I’m away would do the trick? One of your stories?



Wayne



Wayne



It seems to me that your mum’s really eager to masturbate your cock. ‘If you need any help…etc.’ Well, she certainly doesn’t seem embarrassed about things, though she might still feel a bit ashamed at having these naughty thoughts. Or maybe she thinks it would embarrass you. When you tell her what a fabulous body she has, you might ask her for a peek at her tits, and see what she does. If you get a hard-on, let her see you stroking it over your trousers. You’ll get there. Remember – respect, trust and so on. Flattery! Next time she goes to ‘do some ironing’, why not offer to help her?



It’ll happen – maybe today. Just start with watching each other teasing and masturbating. Then she may ask if you’d like her to help you out with ‘that thing’.



Do you want to actually fuck her though? I think she’d like that eventually. Yes – I’m sure she would.



Sarah



Ps you got me all wet here thinking about it!! By the way, have you ever felt a woman’s pussy? You must learn to worhip and adore them. They are fantastic pieces of nature and so mysterious! All different in their own way.



Sarah



Mum came home and changed straight into a bathrobe! In the middle of the day?! She had me give her a foot massage and her robe crept open a little and I caught the most amazing view of clevage! I got really hard and delibertaly pushed it against her foot. She said nothing but started moving her foot minutely around my dick. When I finished she got up and I told her that she has really amazing breasts. She just said thanks, confidently and carried on moving. I said that they don’t compare anything to any of the girls at school and that she needs to show them to me sometime, in a jokey half serious manner. She then said, with a wink, maybe she will. As she was walking away I slapped her bottom, and she just laughed and told me to hit on someone my own age. I told her no one my own age was as sexy as her, and she just giggled. Where do I go from here?!



Fuck her? I think I want to. I just find her sooo alluring, I want to finally touch those breasts, play with them in my hands. Suck the chunky nipples. Grab that fleshy bum and just bury my head in it. I have sooo many fantasies about her, it’s unreal.



Wayne.



P.S. It’s flattering to know I can make an older woman wet. Yes, I’ve had a few girlfriends I’ve been out with, but it’s mainly been hard and fast sex, no real lovemaking. Yes, pussies are fantastic! Especially the ones of women who, on the surface, seem so ladylike, so professional.



That’s good Wayne



Just let the idea develop in Jinny’s mind. Don’t push it. She now knows that you admire her, and want her, and get a hard-on looking at her. So I think her next move, later today, will be to let her bathrobe open wider, to reveal her bare breasts for you. Accidentally of course! She’s teasing you, but at the same time coming to terms in her own mind, and in her own time, with having sex with her son. I believe she’s flattered by your attention, the admiration of a younger man, but needs to get used to the idea. You should just act normal now and let mum make the next move. She will.



I have to admit that I don’t usually lubricate with men online – just other women – but you’ve certainly made me feel horny and wet – perhaps I should come and play with your cock instead. Or perhaps as well as Jinny! We could masturbate you together. I’ll do the wanking while you suck your mum’s nipples! Then you can ejaculate all over them!! How’s that for a fantasy?



Wow



Sarah



Sarah,



It’s so hard (pun intended) to keep a normal demeanour around mum now. I guess I just have to be patient and wait it out. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve ejaculated today just thinking about her! Oh Sarah what a fantasy you painted! Thinking of mum and another hot mature lady playing with me makes me sooo hard. I’ve often fantasised about her with another woman! Her sucking my penis while another woman, you, eats her out between her chunky thighs. Oh that’s such a hot thought. Amazing.



Wayne



Well Wayne, I have to admit that I have cum twice myself! I don’t know what your mum looks like, but I can imagine getting my head between her ample thighs and licking that wet fleshy pussy until I hear her moaning as she takes you in her mouth. Or perhaps having your mum squatting over my face while I watch you fucking her doggy style until you cum – then watching your sperm dribble from her pussy into my mouth! Then kissing her mouth with your sperm trickling from my mouth!! Mmmm hey – you’ve got me going here!!



Oh Sarah that is so fucking sexy! Imagining making a sexy older woman like you cum is such a cock hardening thought! I’ve always seen them as so proper and lady-like and to imagine them in the throes of an orgasm is really hot! Ahh – mum tasting my cum is one of my wildest dreams! That’s such a hot scene you’ve got in my head now! It would be so horny to wake up and see my mum walking around the house totally naked, her huge bum swaying as she did the house work totally naked, her beautiful breasts swaying as bent over and jiggling as she walked. You are so sexy Sarah, how old are you? I can imagine that you’re really horny? I am!



Too old for you Wayne!!



Older than your mum! I don’t have any children and am on my third husband! But I have to tell you that I am a ‘society’ lady – so the idea of feeling a well-off, sophisticated, elegant lady is quite true as far as I go! I am highly respected in the community and if any of the parishioners knew what goes through my head – or my fingers – they wouldn’t believe it!! Besides, I do have a real live girl friend who happens to the vicar’s wife (another elegant ma’am) and is about your mum’s age. But I mustn’t go on, otherwise you’ll have no sperm left when your mum finally wants some!!



And yes – I am really really horny most of the time. And with some young man like you – wow – that really sets me off!



Sarah xx



Wow! The vicars wife?! How’d you manage that one?! That is such a hot thought about how the most prim and proper ladies can be really dirty inside! But how do you get off with her if you’re married?!



Oh, Sarah, the mere sight of mum can coax out a ball full of sperm so Im not worried! How do you deal with all that horniness?! It’s really hot for me to imagine you sneaking out to the car, to rub one out in your business suit, or going for a quickie in the toilets. I’ve only ever had a few blowjobs and each time the girl spat. But oh … that’s a sexy thought! I did once sneak in mum’s room while she was having a shower and grab her freshly worn panties and found them damp at the front! At first I thought it was sweat but it smelt muskier… I had a little lick through and from the little I could taste, it was beautiful!



Wayne



P.S could you send me a picture of you? I have all these images of you in my head and would love to see what you actually look like?



Gosh Wayne



You really are a dirty horny gentleman!



Here are three pics. Read my story The Vicar’s Real Wife to find out about me and my lover. We have ‘coffee’ each week at the vicarage. Our husbands are good friends, but ignorant about what goes on between their wives. Well, we ladies have to have some secrets! For her 40th I bought her a digital camera – cost a bomb! – and she went wild with it. So I have lots of very revealing photos. I’d love to see some of your mum, but…



So you see, you’ve come across a really naughty society girl! Ball gown but no knickers!! Sexy!



Sniffing mum’s knickers is also quite a common thing – daughters as well as sons!



Tell me when she reveals herself!!



XXX



Well Sarah,



I read your story! Oh my … you have a naughty little sex orgy going on behind those doors of your village! I love your body! You are exactly the sexy older woman I masturbate in my fantasies! I love your pert, cute titties, just perfect for sucking! Makes me hard to imaging you wearing sexy underwear like that under your conservative business or everyday clothes!



There has been a development! While I was out doing the gardening I left Literotica, specifically your conversations with mothers about their sons, on my computer. I was out for a good hour or so and when I returned up the stairs I saw her leave my room with a pile of clothes looking rather flushed. I went over to the computer and noticed that the window had been closed! I also noticed that my mouse and some of the keys were slightly sticky and wet. She said she would take a shower soon, so hopefully I’ll get to see some more then.



Hi Wayne



I was rather hoping to have had further news about mum this morning. But … I hope all is ok on that front. After what you said about mum having read my ‘conversations’ on your computer, I am curious to know what her reactions were. Has she gone rather subdued with you I wonder? I think it may be that her horseplay with you was just that. Horse play! And the thought that something more serious may be behind it could have flustered her. If she can’t handle how she might feel after such an event, may be the cause for some concern for her. You see, having crossed that line, there’s no going back and you have to be absolutely sure you can handle the aftermath.



I’m anxious to know how your mum is today.



Sarah



SARAH!!! I have NEWS!



Oh my god … last night! I took your advice and waited for mum to make the next move and by God did she! At around seven she went up for a shower. I was up in my room hoping to catch a peek as she came out. She called out for me to bring her towel, apparently she’d forgotten to take one in. Now normally I just hand it to her round the door, but today I felt a bit bold and walked straight in, and there she was! Standing in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet, skin shining, totally NAKED.



Oh Sarah what a sight! Her glorious breasts were glistening, her fat nipples (larger than I expected) the jewels adorning her light brownish areolae. The curves of her hips and the soft rolls of her stomach all on show! And her pubes! Oh Sarah she has the most beautiful bush I have ever seen (even from porn models) the little droplets of water shone from amongst her tangled hairs and her soft chunky thighs swelled around her, no sign of those dimple wrinkle things. Now I was just wearing boxers and was making a significant tent but she just acted like she didn’t notice it.



It felt like I was staring at her for hours, but only could have been a couple of minutes. She had to ask me again for the towel! I handed it to her and she started to dry her hair, not covering anything else of her at all. She turned to get something from the sink and exposed her BEAUTIFUL bum. It seemed to stretch out from either side of her for all that I could see. Everything was perfect, the smooth skin of her cheeks, the mysterious cleft of her bum!



I’m telling you Sarah, I nearly came right then! She then wrapped the towel around her head and started talking to me about toothbrushes! Totally naked! I stood right up close behind her as she discussed which ones we should throw away when she suddenly dropped one! She bent over and thrust her bum back straight into my hard-on! I didn’t move and she seemed to wiggle it around as she looked for the brush.



When she straightened up she just carried on as if she hadn’t felt a thing! Just before she left (still naked) I told her she was a beautiful and caring mum and that I loved her. She broke out into a huge smile and ran forward (everything jiggling pleasantly) and grabbed me into a hug! Her naked tits pressing against my body and my hard-on poking out of my boxers could feel her rough hairs! Then she turned and walked back to her room, her bum swaying orgasmically, and shut the door and went to bed.



I listened against her door for ages but couldn’t hear whether she was masturbating or not. Safe to say I’ve had a boner ALL NIGHT and even this morning!



Thanks so much for your advice so far Sarah.



Progress Wayne



And a big relief for me that she hasn’t turned against you. Does mum usually go to bed so early? Pity she closed the door though. That was a sign she didn’t want you to go to her. Trying to come to terms with her desires. I think she’s still having a little horse-play with you, but is now showing you that it’s not serious. You wanted to see her tits and you did – and the naked hug. Wonderful! I would have hoped that she would have squeezed your hard-on, but that might have been too much of a come-on. I don’t know whether she’s just playing you along, but enjoy it while you can.

I was in the middle of my workout when she caught my eye. I had already hit the weights and was on the treadmill. It seemed there was something familiar about her, but maybe I just wanted there to be. She was breathtakingly beautiful—I’ll admit, that was the first thing that struck me about her. Her long, dark brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing no makeup and was looking around, lost, as if unsure of what to do. She looked like she’d just stepped into the gym—fresh and ready to exert herself. Newbie, I thought. She was wearing a tank top that showed off the smooth, creamy skin on her shoulders, arms and neck. It was low-cut enough to show a hint of cleavage without being overt about it. She had nice-sized breasts. Very large and round. Her tank top was baggy around the middle, and tucked into black tights that showed off a round, firm bottom and strong thighs. She had well-shaped, long legs. She looked to be about my height, and really young.



I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worked on the free weights and then found a treadmill across from me. I would look away, but inevitably my gaze would come back to her. It made me feel like a creep, but I couldn’t help it. She wasn’t the usual type I saw around there, and at the time, she was the only woman in the place. I know those are not valid excuses, but like I said, there was something about her that made me want to keep looking.



To get my mind (and eyes) off her, I went to the ab machine. As I did my crunches, I glanced up and thought I saw her looking away from me. If she had or hadn’t, I didn’t get the chance to know for sure, because by the time I dared to look again, she was gone.



I finished up, stretched, and went to the locker room. It was mostly empty. I went to the locker where I’d stashed my gym bag, pulling off my sweaty shirt. Standing in my shoes and shorts, I looked myself over, giving my reflection a half frown. It was a nice illusion to believe a woman like that had been looking at me, but it couldn’t be true. My chest was broad and my biceps weren’t bad, but I was still working unsuccessfully on my six pack. I’d developed a bit of flab before becoming more active, and it was being stubborn. I was just shy of six foot, slim. My legs were strong and toned. My hair was a light blondish-brown, and shaggy. I had stubble because I only shaved a couple of times a week, and gray had started showing amongst the hairs. My eyes were green and sparkling. I’d often been told I have gentle eyes. Aside from all that, I found myself plain . . . nondescript. One of those guys who fade into a crowd.



Tiring of my assessment of myself, I hit the shower, dressed and left. The night was cool—autumn was in the air. I had thought to bring my light jacket, but there was a big hole in the right knee of my jeans. I hadn’t thought about how cold it had been lately when I put them on. I started towards my car, but changed my mind last minute. The sitter would have my son in bed by now, and what was the harm in paying her for another hour? I was in no rush to get back to my mostly-empty, quiet apartment. Slinging my gym bag over one shoulder, I instead went to the coffee shop down the block. I usually went there once or twice a week . . . even though it was a bad idea for me to have caffeine so late. What can I say? I felt like being bad.



The coffee shop was as dimly-lit and busy as always. I found both things comforting. Sometimes being surrounded by strangers made my loneliness worse, sometimes better. Tonight, it seemed, the latter would be the case. I ordered my coffee, awkwardly flirting with the cute little barista. She knew me by sight, if not name. No matter how many times I told her “Jon”, she always wrote “Jay” on my cup. Eh, close enough. Cute girls can get away with a lot with me. (And get inordinately large tips in the process.)



Still smiling from the encounter, I went to an empty table in the back, sitting so I could observe the other patrons. I tucked my gym bag under my seat and stretched my sore muscles. As I sat and sipped my coffee, I thought back to the young woman in the gym. I could have tried talking with her. I was glad I didn’t. It was tacky to hit on someone at a gym. Bad form. At least I thought it was. I didn’t have any experience picking up women. All my relationships had been long term besides some fooling around in High School. So, regret or no, it was probably better that I didn’t approach her. Same with the barista. Who wants to be asked out at work? Flirting I could do . . . I found myself inadvertently flirting a lot these days. With cashiers, coworkers, my doctor, my best friend . . . I didn’t think it was something I could help. It had to be a subconscious reaction to my loneliness. I’d never been like that before. It was a strange and frustrating contradiction—to be able to flirt shamelessly, but not be brave enough to back up the flirting with anything substantial.



The scrape of a chair a few feet away caught my attention. I glanced up and saw a pretty new arrival. She had long, brown hair worn down, and was wearing black-rimmed glasses , a thin-strapped black blouse, and tight, form-fitting jeans. She turned away from me to put a gym bag under her chair and I got a glimpse of her bottom—round and firm. As funny and horrible as it sounds, it was her ass that gave her away. This was the beautiful newcomer from the gym! I watched her sit and sip from her coffee, trying to hide my examination of her with a pull from my own cup. As I discretely watched her—taking in her big, round eyes, her narrow, arched eyebrows, her full tender lips that curved at the edges as though she were always smiling to herself about something . . . I suddenly realized I’d seen this woman before. My initial impression at the gym was that I’d recognized her, and now I was sure that was true. I’d been thrown off by seeing her in an unfamiliar place, without the glasses, and with her hair pulled back. I’d seen this woman several times before. In fact I’d noticed her at the coffee shop a couple of times, and at a gas station nearby. At the grocery store a mile away wrangling three kids along with her cart. She must live close, like me. It could be a coincidence that I’d seen her so often—it wasn’t a huge city—but at that moment, it felt like it must mean something.



As she played with her phone, I forced myself to look away, concentrating on my hands, my coffee, anything. I felt jittery and nervous, and it wasn’t from the coffee. I’d barely drank any of it. I was nervous because I’d decided to seize the moment. I had to talk with this sexy creature, or I’d hate myself for a month. Sometimes deciding on a course of action can help– not in this case. I was stressed out. I wondered if this was why I only flirted with the inaccessible. Women behind counters and on the clock; my doctor who was far too professional to reciprocate; my best friend who lived 1600 miles away. It made sense. I could only be brave when there was a barrier. I knew I hadn’t always been this way. I’d had three long-term relationships, and I had been the initiator in all cases.



“Excuse me?” said a small voice. I looked up. As I’d worked myself into an oblivious frenzy of nerves, the woman had come over to me and was standing in front of my table, hands crossed in front of her. I tried to answer, but was so taken by surprise that I couldn’t. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’ve seen you around before.”



I took a breath and found my voice. “Yes—the gym. Are you new there?”



She nodded. “Yes. This was my first visit. Can I . . . can I join you?” She looked up and our eyes met. Hers looked greenish in the low light of the shop. I found it amazing that a woman this physically perfect could be shy, but that was what the tone of her voice and her expression were conveying to me. Somehow this fact made me feel more at ease, and I found my courage returning.



“I’d like that,” I said, standing and gesturing to the empty chair across from me.



She smiled and went back to her table to get her bag and coffee. This time she was facing me as she put her bag under her chair, and I caught a glimpse of her round breasts inside her blouse. With difficulty, I averted my eyes, not wanting to make her more nervous. As she sat down, I took a deep breath, hoping that I wasn’t blushing. It felt like I was. She smiled slightly, offered her hand and said, “My name’s Amy.”



I took her hand and gently squeezed. It was so soft. “Jonathan,” I said, taking my hand back and fidgeting with my coffee cup. “Er, Jon. Everyone calls me Jon. Except for the people who think my name is Jay.” I chuckled, feeling dumb.



She giggled at this, but I could see some confusion in her expression. She seemed to disregard this, though, and said, “I’ve seen you around, and not just at the gym.”



“Is that so?” I asked. I wondered briefly why I was being coy and decided to just go with it.



“Yeah,” she continued. “Here a few times, at the grocery store. You probably never noticed me.” She smiled broadly at me for a moment and went back to her coffee.



Her smile was infectious. “I’ve noticed,” I admitted. “You’re the pretty woman with all the kids.”



She laughed at this. “Right. That’s me. The mom. I’ve seen you with a kid too. Is he yours?”



“Yes he is. Johnny. I’m one of those single dads. So I take it your husband is too busy to watch your children while you go grocery shopping?” I hoped I wasn’t being too obvious with this question, but I had to know. I didn’t see a ring, but you couldn’t be sure . . .



“My husband is . . . out of the picture. Kicked him out. Working on the divorce now.”



“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, suitably concerned. I wasn’t sorry. No, not at all. This meant she was free. “I’ve been there myself, and it’s a bad time. But ultimately, it’s for the best.”



She nodded. “It is. It’s stressful, but I feel much better without him.”



“If it’s none of my business, please tell me so, but what happened?”



She seemed eager to talk about it. “He was a liar. And a cheat. Immature. There were a lot of reasons. We were all wrong for each other—got married way too young.”



“That can do it. Hey, at least you realized before you wasted your whole life. You’re still young, right? You look young.”



“I am. I’m twenty-two.”



“See? You have plenty of time to find someone who fits you.” I didn’t show it, but I flinched inwardly at the age difference between us. I was thirty-three at the time, and my last girlfriend had been the same age as Amy.



“I guess,” she said. “My husband is two years older than me, but never acted like it. I felt like the only adult in the relationship.”



“Some people never grow up,” I said. “So, what are you looking for in a new relationship?”



She thought about this for a moment. “No idea,” she finally admitted, laughing. “But I do know I’m in no hurry to get involved with anyone any time soon.”



“Probably a good idea.”



“Yeah. I know it won’t be hard to find someone better than my ex, but I need to figure myself out first.”



“That’s important,” I agreed.



“I’ve been working out a lot—at home until tonight. Dieting. Working on losing the weight from my pregnancies. They all happened one after the other, so I never got the chance until now.”



“Whatever you’re doing must be working,” I said. “You look amazing.”



She looked down, and I could see her blush even in the dim light. “Thanks. Everyone always tells me that, but I can’t see it. I’m not to where I want to be yet.”



“You’ll get there. Just keep working at it,” I said, encouragingly. Although I couldn’t see what else she needed to do. She looked incredible. Nowhere near fat, not skinny . . . she had curves and that was what had always attracted me to women.



“My ex never wanted me to lose weight,” she said, with a touch of bitterness. “And he would have freaked out if he’d seen what I wore to the gym.”



“Didn’t like you wearing revealing clothes?”



“Nope. But screw him. I can wear what I want now.”



“Exactly!” I agreed, grinning. She was losing her shyness the longer we talked and I was getting little glimpses of her personality through her words and tone. Here was a woman who’d been subjugated for a long time. Only now was she able to start to break free and figure out who she was. I remembered a time like that for me after my own divorce.



“And if he knew I was talking with a guy . . . and not just that, but a guy I don’t really know? He used to get insanely jealous. Usually for no reason.”



“You’re being rebellious,” I offered, grinning.



“Well, I guess. A little,” she said, giving me a sweet smile as she tipped her eyes up to me. Strangely, they look blue now. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. I’m not usually this open.”



“Maybe it’s because you’ve seen me before?” I offered.



“Could be,” she said. “Or because you’re a dad, or because you’re cute. Or have a kind voice. I don’t know. Maybe you just have a trustworthy face.”



I smiled at her unexpected barrage of compliments. “What, this old thing? I just wear it to pick up chicks in coffee houses.”



She giggled again. I was fast coming to like the sound of her giggle. And her voice. And, well, everything about her. “Honestly . . . ” she said, her voice soft. “I kind of came in here tonight because I had a feeling you’d be here.”



“Really?” I asked, surprised.



“Yeah. I promise I’m not a stalker! It’s just, I don’t know. You seemed interesting and I wanted to take a chance and talk with you. I figured it would be easier when we’re not surrounded by kids.”



I gave her a reassuring smile. I’d actually found the admission flattering. “I understand. And so you’re just looking for adult conversation?”



She raised her eyebrows, bobbing her head. “Adult things, yes. It’s a lot of mommy stuff day after day.”



“It can be stifling. You need time to be around adults too. Especially now that you’re separated.”



“I wasn’t with an adult before,” she said, the bitterness tingeing her voice again. “Bad with money, no ambition, never helped with the kids or around the house. Sex couldn’t even be called that.” She blushed again, looking away. “Sorry. Too much information.”



“It’s fine,” I said, smiling. I wanted to stay on this subject. “I take it he left you unfulfilled?”



“For years,” she said, the bitterness turning to venom. “I was horrible. I . . . ugh. I won’t even get into it. Just . . . awful.”



“That’s no good,” I said, gently, reaching out and resting my hand on her arm. I was starting to get an idea of why it was me she’d approached, although I was finding it hard to believe my perception of the situation.



She looked at my hand and then up at me, her eyes big, sad and lovely. “Nothing I tried made it any better,” she said, softly.



“You can’t be the only one trying. If he wasn’t, that wasn’t your fault.”



“He said it was,” she said, looking down. Her other hand had crept to mine, and I gave her arm a little squeeze. “I know that it wasn’t true. He was trying to hurt me. I’m sure of it. He just didn’t put much effort into making it work. I don’t know if he was lazy or inexperienced, or what.”



“Probably both.”



She nodded, but only barely. “He was a kid in a lot of ways,” she said, sadly.



“You need a man,” I suggested.



“Yeah I do.”



“He’ll be one lucky bastard.”



She giggled. “If you say so.”



“Oh, I do,” I insisted. “Sex shouldn’t be awful. If you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing, who gives a damn about your needs . . . it can be bliss.”



“I’d like some bliss,” she said, the longing clear in her voice.



“You deserve some. But it’s not always just going to happen. Sometimes you have to look for it. Go out, find someone willing and take some bliss for yourself.”



She gave me that sweet smile again. “I like that.”



The way Amy was looking at me, hopeful, still shy, but with increasing courage . . . the openness with which she had told me her story . . . these things all made me think my earlier theory had been correct. She had selected me for what she wanted to get out of that night. She’d had her mind made up already, and the whole conversation had been a test. Seeing how I’d react, if I was up for it, if I was safe. I was—I could attest to that, but looking over at the sweet, young, vulnerable woman across from me, I was very glad that I was the one she’d chosen. There were a lot of dangerous guys out there. I wondered why it had been me . . . she could have anyone, but she chose me. Was it because I looked gentle? Or a vibe she was getting from me? Or could it be that she was actually attracted to me and so desperate for a good experience that she was able to throw caution to the wind?



“So maybe you do know what you want? At least for right now?” I asked, my eyes still on hers.



She nodded, not looking away.



“How sure are you?” I asked. “I know you’re in a complicated place right now.”



“I am,” she agreed. “Still, I’m sure about this. I’ve thought about it a lot. Too much. I don’t want to get burdened down with emotions, or stuck in a new relationship. I can’t bear to be hurt again. I just . . . I need something good. Something just for me.”



“I understand,” I said, and I did. Hoping the test was over and the time was right for me to say this, I added, “We could go to my place.”



She didn’t answer out loud, just nodded, but her hand gripped mine tightly.



“If you change your mind– ” I started.



She cut me off quickly. “I won’t,” she said, sounding like she knew it for a fact.



I smiled. “Okay. But still.” She nodded to this too, and I could see I didn’t have to finish the thought. She could tell I was willing to call the whole thing off if she asked. She trusted me, and I would make sure that trust was in the right place.



We grabbed our bags, tossed our mostly empty cups and left the shop. Once we got outside I took her free hand, smiling when I felt her holding it back. I led her to my car and unlocked the passenger door, opening it for her. I took her bag, dropped it into the trunk along with mine and went to the driver’s side. Shortly after, we were driving.



It wasn’t a long drive to my apartment. I snuck glances at her now and then. She was sitting and staring straight ahead, not seeming to be looking at anything in particular. I was struck again by how unbelievably beautiful she was. This wasn’t the sort of beauty that came from clothes, or makeup. Those things enhance it, sure, but her beauty was in every aspect of her. It was inescapable.



She didn’t notice my glances. I could tell she was still nervous, but determined not to back out now that her choice had been made. I resolved to find a way to break the tension, and an idea of how to do this came to me as I turned onto my street.



I pulled up to the curb and looked up and down the street. Cars were passing by, but there wasn’t much traffic. No one was on the sidewalk. There were lights in many of the apartment windows, but none of the curtains appeared to be open. Satisfied, I scooted over to her. She was looking at me curiously. “We’ll go inside in a moment,” I said softly. “I just wanted to ask one more time. This is what you want?”



“Yes,” she said, her voice only a whisper. “What about you?”



I smiled. “I can’t express how badly I want you. So forget words and let me show you.” I put one hand on her cheek and went in for a kiss. The kiss started off slow and sweet and quickly became frantic. I was almost left behind in her eagerness. My hand slipped from her cheek and instinctively found her right breast. I gripped it through her blouse and bra, wishing there was nothing in the way. She arched her back, pressing the firm globe against my clutching hand. She moaned into my mouth, but didn’t stop the kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth now, the feeling of it pressing against my own tongue was making my erect cock throb in my jeans.

By this point, I’d forgotten where we were. My hand had dropped, with slight regret, from her perfect breast, and had joined my other hand in working the button and zipper on her jeans. Her hands were on either side of her body, not moving. Once I had open access, I thrust my left hand into her panties. It was an awkward and tight fit, between her panties, her tight jeans, and the positioning of her body, but I was determined to relieve some of her tension. Before long my hand had worked its way to the warm wetness between her legs. On first contact of my fingers, the kiss was broken with a sharp intake of air. This turned into a low, deep moan that was almost a purr.



“So wet,” I whispered in her ear, letting my fingers explore.



“Mmm,” she moaned, her head falling back against the headrest. Her legs spread, allowing me easier access. Her left hand gripped my wrist, as though trying to keep me from removing my hand. Her right clutched the door grip.



My fingers ran along her pussy, slipping in the wetness. She was soaked– before long most of my hand was coated. My index finger slipped inside her all at once. I hadn’t been trying to do that– it was a happy accident. Her moans intensified and her thighs started to clench, but she kept them apart, not wanting to get in the way of the sensations I was giving her. As my finger dove into her depths and my palm pressed up against her mound, my right hand snaked its way past her arm, under her blouse and then beneath her bra. The feel of her breast was amazing… at that point I was convinced she had the largest tits of anyone I’d had the pleasure to put my hands on. They were definitely more than a handful! Again, she arched into my hand. I kneaded her supple, firm flesh, but was unable to do much more due to the angle and the restriction of her bra. There was no way I was going to stop what I was doing long enough to unhook it, though. A more thorough exploration of her assets could wait until we were in a more comfortable setting.



I drew my finger out of her and onto her clit, rolling it around, gently at first, then with more pressure.



“Yessss,” she hissed, her hand gripping my wrist tighter. I looked away from the sight of my hand moving under her white silk panties and drank in the sight of her. Her head was still back against the seat, but had lolled towards me. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip was caught in her teeth. She was breathing rapidly, moaning with every exhale. I couldn’t imagine a sexier sight than her in this state.



I worked my hand faster, alternating between penetration and playing with her clit. The entire time cars had been passing on our left, people on our right. I no longer cared who saw– I was too caught up in pleasuring my new friend.



Suddenly she cried out, her pleasure reaching its peak. Her nails dug into my arm. She threw her head forward, her hair flying, and her thighs clamped together tightly. As a result, my hand was pressed even more firmly against her cunt, which brought her directly to another orgasm. Her cry extended with her pleasure, her head stayed down, and her hips moved against my hand. She pressed her pussy onto my hand greedily, humping it until she came again.



She seemed satisfied with this. Her hands flopped down to her sides, her thighs unclenched, and she fell back against the seat, panting. A couple tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn’t notice and I didn’t mention them. Slowly I removed my hands from where they’d been. The strong, lovely scent of her juices wafted up to me, making my eyes close and an involuntary moan escape from me. This, too, was unnoticed. She was still recovering. While she was riding the aftershocks, I licked my hand, sampling her taste. It was incredible, and so sweet. I longed to taste it from the source, but knew that would be far too awkward in my small, cramped car. I wanted to get her inside to continue this, but I wasn’t going to rush her.



After a couple of minutes, her eyes fluttered open and she rolled her head to look at me. Her eyes, again, looked blue, but it was too dark to be sure. I really had to figure out what color they actually were. Her mouth was slightly open, her hair messy. When she spoke, her voice was thick with remembered pleasure. “That was– I can’t– oh, shit.” She frowned, then continued. “Sorry, I don’t usually curse.”



“Quite alright,” I said, amused.



“I can’t remember ever coming that hard. And in public! In all the times I imagined this, it was never like that. And I have a VERY active imagination.” She breathed deeply, smiling. “My god, Jon. Thank you.”



I smiled back. “And thank you, Amy.”



“I didn’t DO anything,” she said, and it was almost a grumble.



“Yeah you did. I guess you needed that, huh?”



She giggled. I was glad to hear her giggle return. “I guess so?”



“You ready to go in?” I asked, buttoning her jeans for her.



“Yeah,” she agreed. Once out of the car, she smoothed down her blouse and stretched. I took her hand and led her up the front stairs and into the building. I let us into my apartment and we were greeted by Janice, my babysitter.



“Sorry I’m late,” I said, pulling my wallet from my pocket. “I ran into a friend.”



Janice smiled, stealing a glance at Amy. “That’s fine. I get overtime, right?”



I chuckled, pulling out an extra ten. “You got it.” I handed her the money, noting a strange look flit across her face. She smiled more broadly and looked back at Amy again, who was standing next to the entryway, looking nervous and awkward. I led Janice to the door, asking her if she would like me to walk her down to her car.



“No. Thank you, though, Jon. You should get back to your . . . friend.” She smirked at me and walked off.



Suppressing the grin that was trying to break through, I closed and locked the door and turned back to Amy. “She kept looking at me,” she said, confused.



“She knew we’d been up to something,” I replied, putting my hand between her shoulder blades and leading her to my couch. I had forgotten and pulled the money from my wallet and handed it to her with my left hand, which still smelled tantalizingly of sex. That explained the strange look. Amy’s hair was tousled, her zipper still down. We hadn’t been very discreet. Janice had, once only, come onto me, and I’d turned her down as gently as I could. She was a cute kid, but not my type. And fucking the babysitter? That, too, was bad form. There was no way for that to turn out right.



Amy sat down, looking very small and lost. She was blushing madly.



“Still nervous?” I asked.



“Yeah,” she said, sighing. “I’m sorry. I’m usually outgoing. But I get quiet and jittery around people I don’t know. I’m also feeling a little . . . embarrassed about what happened outside. I’ve never done something like this before. This isn’t me.”



“It doesn’t have to be you, hon. You’re following your urges for a change. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” She gave me a smile. It was tentative, but it was there. “How about a glass of wine? It’ll help your nerves.”



“I would love a glass, thank you.”



I went to the kitchen to open and pour the wine. I brought the glasses back, handed one to her and sat down next to her. We drank in silence for a few moments.



She was the one who broke the silence. “I hate the idea of one-night stands. But I’m not ready for a relationship. I . . . I don’t know what this is.”



“Why does it have to be something?”



“Because,” she said, sadly, “if this isn’t something else, then it’s a one-night stand. I don’t want to think of myself as a slut.”



“This doesn’t make you a slut, Amy. I think you have to reach some sort of a quota in order to be called a slut.” She giggled at this. “Tell you what . . . if you want to call this something, call it a sexy adventure.”



She looked at me weird, head cocked to one side. Then she gave me a dazzling smile. “I like that. Okay, that’s what this is. A sexy adventure. I’m stealing some bliss for myself.”



“Exactly!” I agreed, giving her bare shoulder a squeeze.



We finished our wine and she seemed much less tense. Laughter and wine . . . they can cut through anything, I swear.



Again, she was the one to break the silence. “Maybe we should . . . go to your room?” she asked.



I stood and took her hand, leading her into my bedroom. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. (With a kid in the house, you couldn’t be careless.) She sat demurely down on the edge of the bed, knees together, hands in her lap. I turned on the small lamp on my desk, flipped off the overhead light, and crossed to where she was. I sat next to her and put my arm around her. It felt so nice to be this close to her. And the memory of the curb was making me hard again. “What would you like?” I asked her.



Her big, lovely eyes looked up at me. In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “Whatever you want. Just make me feel good. Please.”



My response was a soft kiss. It escalated to passionate quickly, feeling like not so much a new kiss as an extension of the earlier one. I ran my fingers through her long, soft hair. The kiss was incredible, but I needed more. I broke away from her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jawline, down to her long, graceful neck. My hands had dropped to her breasts, again kneading them through her blouse. She was emitting small moans and gasps that were driving me wild. Finally, the need to feel her skin on skin had become too much for me. I drew back and slowly started to lift her blouse. She made no moves to stop me, so I went ahead with it. She no longer looked nervous. She was half-lidded, biting her lip. If anything, she looked hungry. She slipped off her glasses, setting them on my nightstand. Then she raised her arms and shortly her blouse was on the floor beside my bed. I took in the sight of her again, giving myself a moment of anticipation. Just a moment, though. I reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it off her.



Her breasts were extraordinary. They were huge—bigger than they’d seemed through her clothes. Round, firm, and supple—clearly natural. I’d always been a boob guy, and in my opinion bigger didn’t necessarily mean better . . . but in her case I was rethinking my stance on the subject.



I was too aroused to form words, so I decided to compliment her sexiness in better ways. With no hesitation, I cupped a breast in each hand, marveling at the feeling of them. Her moans continued, and she’d let herself lean back, supporting herself on her hands. I caressed her mounds for a bit, not gently, but not rough. Somewhere in between. She was encouraging me with her sounds and the way she kept moving to meet my touches. Not even realizing I was doing it, I moved in with my mouth, kissing around her right nipple, darting my tongue across it and taking it into my mouth.



“Oh!” she gasped, losing the ability to support herself and flopping back onto the bed. I followed her, devouring her tits with my mouth, licking, sucking, biting. They were deliciously sensitive, and I was thoroughly enjoying my effect on her.



But still I wanted more. Slowly I moved downward, my lips touching the lower curve of her breasts, her ribcage, her soft belly, down until I reached the obstruction of her jeans. She hadn’t noticed her zipper was still down, so it was quick work to unbutton her jeans. I pulled them down, and she helped by raising her bottom from the bed. With her jeans out of the way, I was free to continue my explorations. I kissed along the line of her silky panties, around to her hip, down to her thighs. I wanted to look at her, but I didn’t want to pull back long enough to do so. This was right where I wanted to be. The warmth coming from her crotch was against my cheek as I nibbled her inner thigh. She spread her legs to give me access and I took a breath, drawing in the musk of her soaked panties. I’d gotten her flowing again, and knew this was just the beginning.



I wanted to tease her, draw it out, but the need to taste her was overwhelming me. She was driving me crazy . . . making me forget my usual patient, reserved self. It was an intoxicating feeling, wanting someone so bad you couldn’t even remember who you were.



Not able to stand waiting any longer, I pulled back again and peeled off her panties, tossing them over my shoulder to land wherever they would. I was getting warm, so I pulled off my shirt. I took this moment to finally look at her and my lust spiked even more.



Amy was, without question, the most gorgeous, sexiest woman I’d ever found myself in an intimate setting with. Her body had the right kinds of curves, as had been suggested while she was clothed. Her hips were round and smooth, her legs long and strong, her thighs thick and without flab. Her pussy was not hairless, but was trimmed with care. Her breasts lay proudly, begging to be handled more. Her long, pretty hair lay every which way, and a lock had fallen over one eye. She was looking up at me expectantly, searching my face for some indication of what I thought of the view.



I gave her a smile and, my voice coming out husky, said, “Amy, you’re a goddess.” She blushed, but didn’t look away. I wanted to say more, elaborate on the perfection I was looking at, but my urges were becoming stifling again. I dropped to my knees on the floor, my face settling comfortably between her legs. I tried to tease, kissing and licking around the area, but her enticing gasps and my own arousal made that impossible. I lay kisses along her slit, up and then back down. Once I reached the lower part, my tongue snaked out and ran back up the length. I tasted her juices, both dried and fresh.



“Ohhhh,” she breathed, shuddering. When I flitted the tip of my tongue across her clit she gasped again, her voice catching in her throat.



I explored her, swiftly yet thoroughly, diving into her velvety depths with the length of my pointed tongue. Her passage gripped me, and impulsively I reached up with my hand and trailed my thumb through her wetness, using it to caress her clitoris. She cried out sharply, her fingers clutching my hair desperately, the sudden orgasm shocking her. My tongue was squeezed by her climax and the sweeter taste of come spread across it, pulling a groan from me. Once the squeezing released, I retrieved my tongue and got back to work, exploring her outsides with it. I noted, with pleasure, that her fingers had not yet released my hair, and took this to mean she wasn’t done yet, either.



She was really flowing now. The mix of her sweet fluids and my saliva was wetting my chin and cheeks. I reached around and wedged my hands underneath her, gripping her rounded cheeks with my hands.



I lapped up her juices, each upward stroke ending at her hard little nub. Her moans became rhythmic as I led her towards her next release, matching my tongue’s strokes with her moans, letting her set the pace. When her pace increased, so did mine, and right before the end, her fingers tightened their grip on my hair, becoming a lovely pain. I increased the pressure on her clit, slamming into it with just the tip of my tongue. She couldn’t hold up under the onslaught, and her hips rose up to angle herself better against my mouth, her cries becoming wild. She thrust her cunt into my face as she came, and I latched on, sucking and licking without any perceptible rhythm. I just wanted to enjoy the feel and taste of her. As soon as I set to her with abandon, she was struck by another orgasm, her hips continuing to rock into me faster. She was fucking my face, and it was unlike anything I’d experienced before. I felt my cock hardening more, still encased in my pants, and was shocked to find that I was actually about to come myself, without even a touch. I glanced up and could see her breasts quivering, pressed together by her arms. Her belly was rising and falling and the bedsprings squeaked from her tremors. I closed my eyes and continued feeding on her, feeling yet another explosion building up—this one in both of us.



All at once it happened . . . she released my hair, threw her arms back, almost screaming out her pleasure. My hands squeezed her ass convulsively and I cried out too, feeling my cock spurting on its own. I shook powerfully, clinging to her as I rode the waves of my own unexpected climax.



When it was over, I disentangled myself from her and fell back onto my ass on the floor, still shuddering with the diminishing waves. I stood and saw that she was still lying back on the bed. She was covering her reddened face with one arm, panting, mouth open. I pulled off my jeans and shorts, using my shirt to swab the globs of cum from myself. I was still fully hard and intended to make use of that fact before I started to lose it. I crawled atop her, moving her arm away to look at her face.



She looked stunned, but happy. “You didn’t– ” she started.



“I did. That was unbelievable, Amy.” I said, with awe. “But I want to fuck you now. Can I?”



“Mmm, yes,” she murmured, scooting back a bit. In the last few minutes, she’d ended up almost on the floor with me.



With my hand I guided my still-hard cock into her soaking cunt, going slowly, feeling it becoming enveloped by her heat. As I sank into her, inch by inch, she made soft “Ah” noises, which drew out to an exhalation of pleasure once I was fully nestled within, our crotches pressed together tightly. The feeling of being inside her was the most delicious yet—my cock as deeply inside as it could be, my body pressed against hers, our pleasures truly mingling now. I began moving, trying my hardest to start out slow, but once she wrapped her arms and legs around me and moaned into my ear, I once again lost the battle with my willpower. After maybe a dozen slow thrusts I found myself gripping her hips and fucking her relentlessly, driving her swiftly over the edge of pleasure once, then a second time. This went on for a while—between the recentness of my last ejaculation and my overall stamina, my own finish was still a ways off.



Or at least it was, until she started fucking me back. Her body rose up to meet my every thrust, her cunt gripping me firmly. I thrust into her even harder, wanting now to come, not wanting to hold off any longer.



“Yes! Yessss!” she cried, over and over, the contractions of her cunt making it hard to keep thrusting. Her tits rocked and swayed with our movements, and the springs on my bed were crying out along with her.



My orgasm was coming up fast, and I realized I’d forgotten to grab a condom. I pulled out and spurted, my come shooting all the way to her breasts. Either from that sensation or the sudden departure of my cock, she was coming again, grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples, her body lurching on the bed.



When it passed, she reached up and grabbed my arms, pulling me back down on top of her. She kissed me and for a time I lost my sense of my surroundings again. This woman really had a way of making me lose myself!



When the kiss ended, I raised myself off her, noticing that in the intensity of our fucking, we’d travelled across the bed and were almost off the other side. I smiled down at her. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair, breathing one word: “Wow.”



I chuckled, nodding. “Agreed.”



We rearranged ourselves to lay long-ways on the bed and she nestled against me, her hand and cheek on my chest. I held her tightly against me, enjoying the aftermath of what was surely the most vigorous and unbridled sex I’d ever had.



We didn’t say anything. We didn’t have to. After a few minutes I realized she was running her fingers through my chest hair, feeling my muscles and the contours of my body. Slowly, lazily, her hand travelled down my belly and eventually settled on my flaccid cock. I realized that this was the first time she’d touched me there. It was a powerfully erotic feeling, being explored blindly with her hand. Her fingers ran along the length, down to my balls, cupping them, squeezing them. Then back up, taking her time as she noticed there was now further to go to reach the head. Slowly, but with increasing speed and deliberateness, she drew me back to my full length. I’ve never been a huge guy—just around six inches completely erect, but there was a slight curve to my shaft that lent me thickness. Regardless of my size and shape, her hand was showing her appreciation, and it wasn’t long before I was moaning, running my own hand down her back. I moved just enough to caress her ass with my fingertips, then ran my nails back up to the middle of her back.

It was one of those serendipitous things that seem to just happen. I travel a lot with my new job as a food entrepreneur. I go to grocery stores and corporate headquarters to sell my wares. It seems to have taken off because I’m now on the road more than I am home.



My name is Brad. I’m an entrepreneur – a former techie turned foodie. I’m in my 50s and I keep myself in good shape by riding my bike, walking my dogs and swimming almost every night.



I met Amy on line. She’s a former exotic dancer who is now working as a well-known entrepreneur and makes a nice living working from her home. I won’t give too many details about what she does exactly because that would out her. Suffice to say that she is a brand name – as am I.



That’s how it started. She mentioned that fact rather innocuously in her thread – the thread where she posts sexy R-rated pictures of herself. I sent her a note telling her about myself and offered to send her some samples of my food products. She was a little unsure at first, but then thought it over and sent me her real name and address.



Little did I know how it was going to turn out.



Let me describe Amy first. Amy is a five foot nothing buxom blonde with rather large breasts. If that’s all I said about her I’d be doing her a disservice. She’s also got a nice butt, a smooth tummy and nice legs. She’s also extremely smart and witty. Her smile melts men. I am sure that she made scads of cash in her previous job from her warm smile – that and her other assets.



As luck would have it, my work travels took me to her area of the country and I contacted her to see if she wanted to get together for a coffee or lunch or whatever. I was hoping for whatever. She definitely wanted to meet me, but said she couldn’t do anything during the day because of work. Well, neither could I. We agreed to meet for dinner.



The restaurant was very nice, not über fancy, but not a dive either. I arrived before she did, of course. My assumption was that I was more excited to meet her than she was to meet me. Upon arrival, it was clearly evident that Amy knew this restaurant and the staff. She greeted and was greeted by the staff warmly.



We hugged as we met and I could feel her warmth through her clothing. It was like the feeling you get when you run into a long lost friend. I felt a connection immediately.



She was stunning. Her pictures did not do her justice. Her skin was flawless and because she was flushed (from running? Blushing from meeting me?), she had a really nice glow. Her blue eyes sparkled as we exchanged pleasantries. She wasn’t what you’d call decked out, but she wasn’t hacked out either. She was dressed kind of western style, with the jeans and cowboy boots, but with a gold Lamé top that showed a nice bit of cleavage and a navy blue jacket.



We chatted a lot. We had dinner. I have no clue what it was. I ate it, but I was focused on my dinner date. We had wine with dinner, then coffee after dinner and then we had a cocktail or two. I had no idea where the time went, but all of a sudden I noticed that the staff had all the chairs staked on the table, except for the two we were occupying.



“Do you have to be somewhere?” I asked.



“No,” was her simple answer. However, she looked down as she said it.



I got the feeling that she didn’t want to discuss it and I didn’t want to go there.



“There’s a bar at my hotel, would you like to join me?” I asked.



She looked at her watch. Then she looked at me. She smiled and said, “sure. I’d like that. A lot.”



We got into our separate cars and she led the way back to my hotel. We parked next to each other, I walked over, opened her door for her and we strolled the short distance to the hotel. She slid her hand in mine and we walked in together looking like the lovers we were about to become.



In the bar, I ordered us drinks. We sat sipping them and it was odd because as much as we talked at the restaurant, now we weren’t saying a word. We were both lost in our thoughts. I looked at her and her eyes met mine. I knew. So did she. I kissed her on her lips, softly at first, and then it turned into a passionate We Just Don’t Care kiss.



We released. The tab was already on the bar. Bartenders have a 6th sense about things. I signed my name and room number and we left the bar hand in hand to walk to the bank of elevators down the corridor from the bar.



The elevator took forever. After it arrived we were alone in a car and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were kissing and groping in a glass elevator up the many floors to get to my suite. Both of our mouths were kissing and nibbling and biting. My hands felt her luscious breasts through her blouse and she reached down to feel that I was ready for her. I reached into her jeans and felt her. She was ready for me, too.



We got to my room; I fumbled for the key. Amy had her arms wrapped around me as I opened the door. We entered and the door shut behind us. I grabbed her in my arms, put her up against the door and pulled her hair to lift her head up. Her lips were luxurious and I kissed her hard and with passion. I could feel myself growing more, so I pushed my crotch into hers.



She moaned into my mouth. We kissed for a little while more and started taking each other’s clothes off. We stepped back from each other. I took her lame blouse off, revealing a sexy red push-up bra. Her gorgeous big tits were spectacular. My shirt was almost ripped off by her. I put my mouth on her, kissing and licking her sumptuous cleavage.



Amy was unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants and unzipping me. I slipped out of my loafers and stood there naked in front of her. I had her jeans down and noticed her matching red thong panties. Her pants were down around her ankles, encumbered by the cowboy boots she decided to wear.



I moved back toward the bed and chastised her. “You wore matching bra and panties AND cowboy boots? What were you thinking?” My cock was rock hard and at attention.



“I’m sorry, Brad,” she said demurely.



“Sorry? Come here,” I demanded.



She looked down and started coming toward me in a waddle.



“Lie down on the bed face down, so I can take off your boots, jeans and panties.”



She acquiesced.



I unhooked her bra. Then I smacked her on the ass raising a red hand print on her left cheek.



“That’s what you get for making it difficult for us to fuck,” I told her as my dick throbbed. I then spanked her right ass cheek.



She was on fire. She whimpered, “please, Brad. I’m so sorry.”



“OK, my little one.” I moved to her boots and removed one boot, then the other. I smacked her ass one more time, and then took off her jeans and panties. She was splayed out on the bed in front of me naked.



Amy, in the submissive position she was in looked extremely vulnerable to me. Her ass was red and you could see my hand prints distinctly on her firm cheeks. She spread her legs for me just a little bit. With my left hand I pushed her by the small of her back, down on the bed. I slid the index finger on my right hand into her pussy. She was dripping wet. I tasted her slickness. She was delicious.



I slid my thick fuck finger in with my index finger and started slowly finger fucking her. My hard cock was rubbing her ass at the same time. One small drop of precum appeared at the tip of my penis.



“Do you like that?”



“Mmmmm, yes, Brad, I do.”



“Do you want more? Want me to finger fuck you until you come?



“Mmmmm, yes. Please.”



I increased the pace a bit, but just for a little bit and only to tease her. I was straddling her. And I was ready for her. I so wanted to remove my fingers and replace them with my cock. I didn’t. My fingers slowed down and I pulled them in an out of her sopping wetness slowly. Her hips were undulating to the rhythm of my fingers. She was totally relaxed and willing to give in to me. Fully. Without question.



I felt it.



Concentrating on fingering her, I saw her eyes shut and a small smile appear on her face. I also noticed the four silk ties that I had taken from my suitcase earlier in the day. I picked up the pace. She moved her hips even more. She was helping me finger her.



“Are you ready for what I am going to do, my sweet little one?”



Yes, Daddy…I mean, Brad. I am.”



I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of her. She looked back a little bit startled and saw the gleam in my eye. I grabbed the ties and her hands and wrapped one of them around each of her wrists. She struggled a little bit, but I had surprised her and I was a bit too strong for her. I tied her wrists together, crossed her arms and tied her arms to the top of the bed.



She realized what was happening and began struggling with her legs. I didn’t let her. I held her down and tied her left ankle to the bedpost and followed up with the other one.



“Do not struggle young lady or…”



“…Or what?” she interrupted.



“Or my belt comes off…”



She continued to struggle. She was small, yet amazing strong for her size. She only had one limb untied and she was making it difficult for me to get to her. I decided to take another tack.



“Fine. Keep struggling. I don’t care,” I said, walking away from her. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. You know the expression, “this is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you?” Well, I was hurting. I wanted to take her, and my hard cock was telling me how much.



I could hear her muffled whimpers through the closed bathroom door. “Please, Daddy, please come back. I promise.”



I turned on the water to the shower. I climbed in to the cool shower and rinsed off. I climbed out of the shower, toweled off, wrapped the towel around me and walked into the bedroom. My pet was whimpering on the bed. Her one untied leg was on the bed, limp, waiting for me to tie it to the bed.



After tying her completely down, making sure the other ties did not come loose, came up to Amy, stroked her hair tenderly and asked her, “Are you going to be a good girl?”



“Yes. I will be.”



“You know you need to be punished. I took my belt off and it now has to be used.”



“I know, Brad.”



I felt her sex. Her juices were running out of her pussy.



I smiled and grabbed my belt.



I felt my semi-hard cock start to grow as I leveled the belt over her sexy round ass. The earlier hand prints had vanished and I had raised a nice two and a half inch welt across her butt. She jumped and said, “thank you, Daddy.”



“How many more do you think you deserve?”



“As many as you think, Brad.”



I really couldn’t stand much more, so I hit her just two times with my belt. I looked down at my hard cock and precum had started oozing out. I moved up to her head, pulled her hair back, opening her mouth and I shoved my cock up to her lips.



“Lick it, my pet. This is from me to you. See how much you please me?”



She licked me and moaned, “Mmmm…”



“That’s so nice, but baby, I want to taste you.”



I moved down the bed. She spread her legs out for me and lifted her hips. I put a pillow under her belly. I slid my head under her so my mouth was touching her pussy – my lips barely on hers. I could smell her sexiness and how horny she was. I reached my arms around the back of her legs, keeping her from putting her pussy fully on my lips and mouth. I slid my fingers inside her thighs and rubbed her slick labia. She was smoking hot from my touch.



“Brad, I need your tongue.”



I flicked her clit with it – quickly.



Her body jerked like a bolt of electricity had hit.



I flicked it again. Afterward, I brought my tongue back and rested it on her little button. I relaxed my arms a little and let her ride it. She moved her hips slowly so that she was able to have me lick her slickness from top to bottom. Then she moved them up and down so my tongue was sliding back and forth and in and out.



She was delicious.



I guided her legs so that she was rubbing herself all over my tongue. I reached under and slid my index finger into her pussy. She increased the pace. I pulled my finger out and put it back in again. The pace was quickening. I put another finger in. She was really going fast right now. My two fingers were fucking her faster and faster, but she was doing all the work riding my face.



The taste, the smell, the feeling, the sensations were all incredible.



She was riding me, she was close to coming and I was considering pulling my mouth away. I felt her the muscles in her legs tighten; her whole body was going taut and her pussy was pouring juices all over me. She was moaning in her pillow.



Amy lifted her head up and yelled, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Brad. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.” She was trying to pull away from me.



I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her down. I clamped my on her twitching pussy. I was relentless.



“Please, Brad. Stop. Please stop.”



I stopped.



I had to. I needed to fuck. My cock had been hard since we were necking in the elevator. In the bedroom I had focused on making her come and now it was my turn. I untied her legs, kept her arms in place, spread her legs out and slammed my cock deep inside her. She was so wet, my thick cock slid into her like a hot knife through butter.



I knew if I fucked her hard right then I would be coming in a matter of seconds. So, I kept my cock deep inside her and pulled her down by her shoulders. Her back muscles were taut and she was squeezing me with her pussy muscles. She was clenching and I could feel it. I realized then that she was still coming from the oral sex.



I took my hand from her shoulder, reached around and put my fingers on her hypersensitive clit. Her head tilted back, so I grabbed her, pulled her closer and kissed her. Her hips were bucking up and down, making my cock fuck her. She was fucking me and I let her. I kept my cock still and let her do what she wanted.



We kissed for a long time. She removed her mouth from mine and put her head back down on the pillow and was now imploring me to fuck her hard. I kissed the stretched muscle of her neck, then I nibbled it there, then I bit her. She was rubbing her clit against my fingers, her cunt was riding my cock. Up and down.



I looked down at her sexy ass. The welts on her ass were beginning to rise and show a darker shade of red. I looked at the bite mark on her shoulder and it was crimson red. It would be there for a while. I had made my marks on her.



I was almost out of control at the sight of her – her ass, her hair, her clenched up “O face”. I began to fuck her as hard as I could. I pulled it all the way out and slammed it all the way in her to start. I did that a few times. She spread her legs out farther for me, opening up for me, providing full access for my cock. My cock was pistoning in and out and I couldn’t stand it anymore.



She was screaming at me, “Fuck me, Brad. Fuck me harder. Cum for me. Your cock, daddy, is going to fill me. I want it all, Brad. I want it in me.”



I came with a deep groan. I flooded her. I kept fucking her even though my cock was so sensitive I could barely stand it. I wanted to pull out, but I wanted to keep fucking.



Finally, I had to stop. I pulled out of her, rolled off and laid down on my back. I was spent. She reached over as far as she could and kissed me.



“Please untie my hands, Brad.”

Another stolen moment for them; that’s all there ever was. Stolen moments. As brief as their encounters were, they always packed a punch for the both of them. If her parents only knew what they were doing, she would be grounded for life! Here she was 18 and sneaking out to be with a boy that lives on her block. The only safe place for them to meet was in the dance studio. They had been meeting there a few times a week for the last couple months. They weren’t in love, just horny teenagers.



It started off by accident. She had plans to be a choreographer and practiced dancing for hours in the garage. Her dad changed the inside workshop into a dance studio for her. The boy was riding his bike when he passed by and heard the music blaring. He snuck to the opened door, to the open interior door and watched her dance. She had moves that would put strippers to shame. She moved like a belly dancer swaying her hips from side to side. Every movement was fluid.



It wasn’t too long before he was rock hard. He accidentally knocked over a broom that was in the doorway. The noise startled her and she twirled around to see what happened. When she caught sight of him trying to get away, she called for him to come back. She made him come into the studio and sat him down on an old couch. Then she closed the door and locked it.



She changed the music from pop to slow and seductive. He couldn’t believe it! She started to dance for him, slowly working her way over to him. Swirling her hips in a circular motion, she had him hypnotized. She got within reach and he tried grabbing her but she swatted his hands away as if to say not yet. She turned around and wiggled her ass at him. She dipped down slowly and began to grind against his crotch. He felt like he was going to burst through his jeans.



He groaned as she began to dance away from him, but then he realized it was so she could start stripping for him. She kicked off her tennis shoes and then began slowly unbutton and unzip her jeans. He knew she was built like a sex fiend, but the only thing that came to mind was, DAMN!! She was tanned from spending her summers in the sun. She winked at him and told him she was 36-24-36. She pulled the jeans off to reveal a very nice bikini tan and nothing else. She was completely smooth between her thighs. She pulled her shirt over her head while swaying her hips back and forth. No bra! Her breasts were almost a C cup and there were no tan lines. It was almost like she planned this…



She danced her way back over to him and knelt down in front of him. His jeans were so tight that it was hard to hide the fact that he was about to burst. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans carefully. He was poking over the top hem of his underwear. She had him raise his hips and she pulled his jeans and underwear off slowly. He was long and thick with veins standing out all over. She looked up at him, not saying a word she gave him a devilish smile and licked the head. He almost came immediately. She took one more lick before she put the head in her mouth. He came instantly. She smiled, feeling him throb in her mouth and swallowed. Mmmm, salty she thought to herself. She kept playing with him, stroking him lightly and squeezing. It wasn’t long before he was hard again. She reached over to a small box she had that said “In Case of Emergencies” and pulled out a condom. She slowly unrolled it onto his hard cock.



She straddled him and guided his cock into her. She was so hot and tight. She fit him like a glove. As she slowly started to ride him, he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. She told him to bite it, gently. Judging from his breathing, it wasn’t long before he was close to cumming again. She stopped and waited patiently for it to pass. Finally, he calmed down and they continued. He lifted up his hips so he was completely inside of her. She started to grind against him faster and faster until she squirted on him. It smelled sweet, like almonds and made her even wetter than before. He was shocked that he hadn’t cum then, but kept making her grinding against him. It wasn’t long before she had another orgasm, and he could feel the spasms inside of her, like she was gripping him inside of her. This made him cum.



They sat there for a few seconds kissing and hold each other. She grabbed a towel off of the couch and climbed off his lap. She took the condom off of him slowly, wiping up the mess. She cleaned herself off and they began to get dressed. She told him that he was welcome to come join her whenever she was out in the studio to practice. They rode the same school bus, so she would pass a note to him as she was getting off the bus letting him know that it was a “practice” night. This became the ritual. He would watch her dance and then they would dance together for awhile before practicing other moves. She loved to practice her stripper moves on him, finding out what moves brought out the best response. He loved her moves best when she wore a tight mini skirt that always rode up over her round ass. Her hair and skin were wet with beads of sweat as were her clothes. Wet and clinging to her skin.



She had gotten into the habit of never wearing a bra or panties when she danced for him. It was easier when they got down to business. One night she decided to change things up a bit. She put on a light pink lace bra and thong with the matching garter belt and stockings. She put on just enough makeup to make her green eyes stand out. She teased up her hair and used hairspray. She found the slinkiest dress in her closet, it stopped mid-thigh, hugging her body like a second skin and the black stilettos she was saving for a special occasion. She made her way out to the studio, put on her favorite Poison cassette and sat down on the couch with her legs crossed.



He was late. She was about to give up on him, when he opened the door. He was shocked to see her all made up and he asked if she was leaving tonight without him. She shook her head and got up slowly, walking over to him. She told him tonight was going to be different. Her parents were out of town on a small vacation, and she wanted to stay to keep up on her school work. They danced closer than they had before. He held her close, not wanting to let go of her. After the song was over, she turned off the stereo and took him by the hand and leading him into the house.



The whole house was hers. After making sure the doors were locked, she took him upstairs. She had a four poster bed complete with canopy and gauze. They had all the time in the world. It was a Friday night and his parents didn’t expect him home until Sunday, as he was supposed to be staying with a friend. She led him over to the bed and kissed him. They had kissed before, but this was different. There wasn’t a sense of urgency, but a renewed strength behind the kiss. He helped her out of the dress, and he was shocked by the lingerie. She’d never worn anything like this before. She blushed as he was looking her over. He’d seen her partially naked many times, but this was different. It was like he was looking at her for the first time.



She turned around so he could unhook the bra. As she lifted her hair, he leaned in and kissed her on the back of the neck and down her spine. It gave her goose bumps and made her shiver. She didn’t want him to stop. She took the stilettos off; began to unhook the stockings, slowly rolling them down her thighs and legs. She took the garter off and tossed it aside. She slowly turned around and he hooked his thumbs in her thong and pulled it down her thighs. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then she took his jeans off slowly. She smiled when he twitched and started to rise.



She pulled back the comforter on the bed and pulled him down on the bed with her. He kissed her neck, making her squirm beneath him. He kissed and sucked his way down her chest and flat stomach. He found her clit and gave it a lick. She responded with a throaty moan. He knew he was in the right spot. He licked and sucked it like a lollipop. She came in his mouth only after a few minutes. He rose up between her legs, harder than ever before. He put in just the head and looked at her as she begged him to go all the way in. He slowly pushed until he was completely inside. He began to move in and out of her, slowly picking up the pace with his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth biting gently. She had her hands on his ass, and dug her nails in, pulling him in deeper. She dragged her nails up his back, making him buck, driving him even deeper inside of her. This is what she wanted… for him to be as deep as possible. He felt so good.



They changed their pace, and she her arched her hips to meet him with every thrust. She started to moan loudly, telling him to fuck her harder and faster. Their orgasms were simultaneous and they stared into each other’s eyes as they both went over the edge. They lied there trying to catch their breaths, just holding on tightly to the other. They got up and went into the bathroom to clean each other off. She ran hot water into an old claw foot tub. She added a bubble bath solution before she climbed in, and motioned for him to join her. She smiled and reminded him that they had all weekend to do it again, again and again.

Spring was a time of great change for me. I’d just moved into a sweet, little apartment in an up-and-coming neighborhood not yet taxed by gentrification. I was on extended leave, with full workmen’s comp, and without any truly worrisome injury. And, I was having the greatest secret sex with Denise, the woman who bullied me throughout our shared childhood. It’s really just a haze: one minute, I’m sitting round the apartment, nursing a bruise that didn’t even show anymore, but did raise holy hooplah in the legal department of the company where I work shipping and handling; the next minute, I’m buzzing up Denise, who I haven’t seen for about seven years, who’d heard, through her father who’s friends with my uncle, about my circumstances.



“You came to see how I was doing?”



“I came because I’m bored, and everybody else works,” she replied, brushing past my attempted friendly embrace.



Denise was free in the daytime because she’d just recently left some high-level Sacramento job. Returning to our hometown of Chicago, she was taking it easy while multiple career offers hounded her.



“So, what’ve you been doing?” she asked.



“This week? playing Mortal Kombat, trying to get through to the end with every character.”



“Wow. Feeling nostalgic?”



“Naw. I got it out the parentals’ attic. I was thinking to donate it, or something.”



“To who? a time machine operator, so he can send it back to 1990?”



“You’re still so funny—looking.”



With Denise settled on the sofa, I made us vodka-tonics, then re-seated myself in the chair closest to the TV. I asked if she cared to play, but she declined, preferring to sigh heavily, and criticize the game’s violence.



“You get that big playing video games?” she asked, referring to the blue-collar muscle surrounding my t-shirt.



“… Yes.”



Glancing at her, Denise was sexy. At six feet, and at every stage of our acquaintance, she was two inches taller than I. Her limbs were long, her legs, coming out linen shorts, so toned and shapely. I could just perceive the lacy bra beneath the white blouse she wore. But, most noticeable was her chest. Stretching the blouse, pulling out and away from her body as if by reverse magnetism, I don’t know why the buttons didn’t pop. Glancing at her expression, a perpetual frown since adolescence, she was mean as a snake, totally unaware of her looks, and uncompromising like a feminist. I was afraid to stand and further raise any potential ire by the expanding bulge in my sweatpants. Damned if yesterday wasn’t the last day of clean boxer-briefs!



“C’mon, how you gonna learn if you don’t play? And, you’ll just be bored, sitting there. We could play for money. I’ll even use characters I’m not so good with.”



“Brian, I’m not gonna just fork over money to you.”



“We could play … strip Mortal Kombat.”



Awaiting the customary cursing out, my cock almost burst through the fabric covering it as Denise made a pshaw sound, then said, “Okay.”



This was no true contest between seasoned warriors. Although I ended up lopping off her characters’ heads, I did throw every other fight, just to keep her interested, just to give her a glimpse of what I’d matured into. And, when Denise lost, she lost like a kid, by saying “Aw”. But, she honored our bet without complaint. At her very first loss, she removed her shorts, just kicking them off without fully standing, revealing simple white panties, and smoothly muscular thighs. On her second loss, she removed her K-Swiss; and, wriggling her toes, dug them into the rug. Next, came the blouse—and, barely contained in the bra, she exposed the two most flawless baubles ever beheld. Then, she removed her panties, and moved to the floor, but sat knees folded on her side, farthest from me. I could just detect a red tuft of hair surrounded by a canvas of flesh.



Winning our final battle, I leapt up, cheering. As I did so, my heavy dick, already full of cheer, bounced against my sweats, so easily on display for my visitor. Falling back into the chair, I slumped down, anticipating a champion’s reward.



“You done?” asked Denise, sitting up on her knees. She removed her bra, leaving such swollen tits to slump not much more than a fraction. Each nipple was golden brown, perfectly round. She sat still, though wrapping the bra round her hands. “I think you cheated.”



I could only grin, and stupidly, I’m sure.



Denise then sashayed over, on her knees, her full meaty breasts barely moving throughout the exertion, the slightest sound of manipulated velcro down past her navel. She cupped the waist of my sweats in either hand, yanking them down, revealing my favorite joystick, finally free to stretch out fully.



“Aw, shit! where’d that come from?” she exclaimed, expecting, I guess, the same image of me at nine, when she’d cruelly pulled down my swim trunks at the Y.



Anyway, from shock to determination, my bully engulfed me with her brooding, beautiful mouth. She engaged her duties steadily, her head bobbing, circling round that sickly boner I thought would be bleeding through its skin. Humming the game’s music, she knew how to relax her stimulation without ending it, without ending me. Her tongue riding round such engorged veins, she removed my sweats, then strapped my hands under hers, preventing my massage through her hair.



Eventually, I pulled her up, by the shoulders, desperate to palm those creamy cakes mashed against my knees, insane to have her sink onto my polished pole. Grunting along the way, Denise settled down cautiously, facing me, at first doing controlled squats, her shaved triangle pulling at parts of my kinky pubes. She slid me in smoothly, the slippery lubricant of her nature like camphor. But, when she raised up, there was a suction which tugged my tender member along, drawing everything with her—my hairs, balls, my sanity.



Her arms secured across my shoulders, I finally took her fat rack in my hands, swirling them clockwise and counter-, so puffed and weighty, but still springy and strong enough to remain forever suspended upwards and onwards. On closer inspection, her nipples were like marbles, firm and smooth, hot and slick in the mouth. My juggling such giants, and nibbling those nipples, Denise emitted the first of many unrestrained groans, her hands rubbing my shoulder blades raw.



Legs quivering with fatigue, she kicked the right one over my shoulder, while setting her palm against my knee. Taking her muscular ass in my hands, I drove the rest of the way. My fingers sank round a rump hard like ungiving Playdoh. I wrenched Denise up and down, creating a V pattern, banging myself against the insides of that lacquered twat, all faster and more ferocious than she’d dared. I had the veins in Denise’s neck throbbing, her face reddening in a permanent grimace, and her growling half-intelligible variations of “fuck” through breathless shudders till she could only gasp gurgles.



Finally, I pulled her up, and turned her round. At first, I sat her back atop me, still plugging away at that snarling, juicy pussy. She lay back against me, the both of us captivated, marvelling over the visual of me fucking her—drilling deep, steering my dick with my hips one way, and shifting her slit by tugging her tits the other way. Whenever Denise appeared too complacent—absently licking my ear, muttering “shit” with sweetly nonsensical euphoria—I pinched her nipples sharply, stretching those balloons till they popped loose. Then, I pushed her forward, onto her knees, and decided to enter her domain from the rear. Before she could object, I drew apart her shiny, cherubic cheeks, withdrew from my previous work, and inserted myself slowly and fully into that dark, fudgy furnace. Though clenching tight, at first, it obligingly softened like worn leather.



Looking back, Denise, flushed in the face, exhaled softly through puckered lips, then turned away as I filled her gap. I moved in and out, slowly—alternately deeply, shallowly. Pulling that firm, full moon high, I gripped it hard with my fingers, rolling the tight flesh, spanking it a few times, just to produce that brief hiss through my little bully’s clenched teeth, that brief quake throughout her system. Taking her by the shoulders, and thwacking faster and harder, I matched Denise’s strained whimpers with my own struggling grunts of hard labor.



Feeling the end near, but not ready to release, I lay Denise on the rug, on her side, thinking to spoon her from behind for the finale. I stabilized her against me, one forearm strapped across her barreled chest, the other holding her one leg up and out the way of my sliding a fierce cock into that swollen, vulnerable cunt. But, Denise, after several seconds of having no control to do anything but endure the luscious tremors I caused her body, rolled us over, flipping herself towards me. Pulling me atop her, her hand searching frantically for my member, and screwing it within herself, she encouraged me to proceed at our newly set course. Slightly ticked off, I slung her legs over my arms and pulled them up till her knees went just over her head. Then, I ground in, rocking her pinned body from side to side, sawing through that waxed, elastic chasm.



After only a matter of seconds, her body went rigid, beginning its sustained spasm. So angry had I become, it wasn’t till I noticed the smiling, soundless scream in Denise’s face, did I feel myself explode. Pumping three repetitions of semen into her, she forced me out, taking my dick, still active, and jerking me, smearing cream all through her pudenda, stinging my wrinkling skin across her slick hairs, yet keeping me satisfied by the warm gyration of her hands, which permitted me to grind within their greasy stranglehold. Then, I fell atop her, crushing myself upon her, heaving her heavy tits together and kissing them. Denise, embracing me round the waist, one warm, moist hand massaging my cooling ass, chuckled exhaustedly:



“I know you cheated, Brian.”



“Oh, game over.”


In the morning Tim awoke first. He noticed the chemise was a little twisted on Suzanne’s body which exposed her ass even more. With her on her side it looked like her left breast was going to tear through the thin fabric. He wanted to touch her breast but also respected her need for some extra sleep.



After about twenty minutes of being teased by her bulging breasts Tim couldn’t help fondling her gently. He could feel every aspect of her breast through the chemise which was molded to her. Even her body heat was transmitted to his hand as if she was naked. His cock was twitching with arousal and it was probably his cock bumping her thigh that woke her up. She rolled over and pushed herself back into his body in the spooning position. With the chemise riding up, his cock nestled between her naked ass cheeks and he pushed against her. She pushed back a little as she became more fully awake.



She told him that his cock felt good but that she’d like to use the bathroom before he got too intimate. He said she had three minutes to take care of her bathroom needs and to be back in bed. She complied. Tim fondled Suzanne through the chemise and she enjoyed his touch as evidenced by her swollen nipples and soft moans. He told her how he’d been staring at her tits straining the thin fabric before she woke up and thanked her for identifying how sexy the chemise would be with no bra. He grabbed her more forcefully- almost assaulting her tits. With very few words they seemed to agree that no kink was needed for the morning. Mutually satisfying straight sex followed without too much foreplay. In the afterglow of their sex Suzanne said, “I think I’ve said this before. Thank you for opening my eyes to new sexual experiences. Morning sex is great! Before hooking up with you, it never occurred to me that people started their day that way.”



Following a shower and coffee delivered to her in the bedroom, Suzanne asked what she should wear until it was time to go out. Tim surprised her by saying, ‘nothing for now except this’ handing her some deep red nail polish and lipstick. He told her that the color was what he thought of as ‘cocksucker red’. He felt her lips and fingers would look particularly sexy on his cock later accentuated by the dark red. She wouldn’t wear much clothing in the house but she should keep her lips nicely colored throughout the weekend. Suzanne smiled and carefully applied the nail polish and lip coloring. It made her feel like a whore which she guessed was Tim’s intent.



Walking around naked wasn’t a wholly new experience but having a man watching her was. Suzanne was torn between wanting to flaunt her body to Tim and feeling she should be wearing something to cover her intimate areas. After reading the paper naked while her nails dried Tim said it was time to get ready to address Suzanne’s fashion needs. She dressed in the skirt and blouse she’d brought. He reminded her she’d want to wear her high heels for trying on dresses so she wore those rather than the lower ones she’d planned for the day. The skirt was on the short side; with the higher than average heels she felt very sexy. Remembering the nail polish and lipstick pushed her to just beyond her comfort zone where sexy became slutty. She wasn’t sure which side of the line she was on; some people would definitely put her in the slutty column but it was okay since Tim had dictated her look.



They drove to her apartment so Tim could look through her closet. He found little that he thought was sexy and expressed the sense that Suzanne had been hiding her body. She didn’t need to be too bold, he said, but most of her outfits looked too matronly. The two new dresses Suzanne had bought might be nice if they could be altered to be form fitting but he had no idea if that would be possible. Tim hazarded a question about how much Suzanne felt she could spend on new clothes and was pleasantly surprised that she had no hard budget. She could afford whatever she wanted but expected to probably continue to wear the same clothes to work. Tim questioned that and she explained that the guys in the office were already obnoxious in staring at her body even when draped in suits and baggy blouses. If she wore a tight top or dress they’d be all over her. She didn’t want that kind of attention at work. That meant that she’d only be shopping for after work outfits.



Suzanne was nervous about meeting Kate. Even without the lesbian issue, she knew Kate would be assessing her body. Her ego made her want to look good but she didn’t want to flaunt her body to another woman- especially one who liked women. While she knew her tits were the reason for her fashion problem she was also torn between wanting to show them off in new clothes but feeling they might already be too bold. She guessed Kate would push her toward much bolder clothes that hugged her curves. The notion of wearing form fitting tops was exciting. In fact, there was a part of her that wanted to wear tight tee tops and the like but she’d already consigned that idea to a possible vacation trip far away from her home town and workplace. On the other hand, tight tops like the chemise she’d worn to bed put the size and shape of her impressive tits on display. She’d spent a lot of time and money to get the body she had and she was proud of it. She wanted to be noticed but still didn’t know if she could handle the male lust tight clothes would command.



Kate was barely 5 feet tall and had a slim boyish figure. She reminded Suzanne of her former teammates on her high school swim team. She seemed pleasant and greeted them warmly. Suzanne didn’t think of Kate’s body type as sexy but did immediately wonder what kissing her would be like. She had a pretty face and well shaped mouth. With Kate’s diminutive height her head was roughly at or below the taller woman’s shoulders. Suzanne could visualize Kate’s face buried between her tits and tonguing her nipples. All of these thoughts were Tim’s fault. Because of Tim’s description of Kate’s sexual preference every glance or gesture by Kate toward Suzanne seemed sexual. Realizing this was foolish, Suzanne made a conscious effort to clear her head. She’d try to focus only on getting some fashion help.



Kate complimented Suzanne on her figure and mentioned her prior experience with clothing that didn’t fit big breasted women. She also gently held one of Suzanne’s hands, examined her fingernails and remarked how she loved the bold color. Suzanne could feel herself blush but didn’t think anyone else noticed. Leaving Tim outside Kate escorted Suzanne into the fitting room area to take her measurements. This left Suzanne alone with an ‘aggressive lesbian’- to use Tim’s phrase. It was frightening to the inexperienced woman but also exciting. Suzanne was told to strip to her bra and panties which she nervously did. Kate was examining her closely which was logical for her task of selecting the right clothes but very unnerving to Suzanne. Kate commented on Suzanne’s height, legs and chest- noting that she was envious of all three dimensions. Kate told her that her height and attractive legs gave them a broad range of styles to choose from. The only limit would be that some fabrics and dress styles could be more easily altered to accommodate her bust than others. They’d stay away from the garments that would make alterations difficult.



Kate took Suzanne’s measurements with more touching than seemed to be needed. Suzanne stood nervously at attention as a fingertip seemed to morph into several fingers and a touch became a subtle feel. It was all professional with just a hint of something more. After a few minutes Kate focused on Suzanne’s bra and asked if it had been professionally fitted. When Suzanne said no and explained that she’d just bought it as an upgrade from the strong support bras she had been wearing Kate suggested she should check the fit. Suzanne was sure the bra fit her well but she whispered an ‘ok’ as Kate apparently thought a close physical inspection was warranted. Kate’s face came in close and her fingers slowly fingered and caressed the bra in several areas. Suzanne felt frozen in place as the inspection might be legitimate or it might not. She didn’t want to embarrass them both by objecting. The experience excited Suzanne but she did her best to stand still and not react.



Kate asked if she wore other bra styles. Suzanne responded that she had one demi-cup bra that was a bit too sexy for every day wear. Kate’s eyes widened and she said, “Oh. Show me tomorrow. I’ll bet your breasts look spectacular in a demi. There’s a dress with a scoop neck I’ll want you to try. It’s low enough to make a baby cry,” as they say.



“Oh my; I’ve never heard that expression before. I don’t know if I’d be comfortable with a top that low. I’m a little on the conservative side.” Kate nodded saying the dress wasn’t too low. She’d bring the dress to Suzanne’s the next day in any event to be tried on with the demi- bra. She added, “There’s no point trying it today with your granny bra.” Suzanne was taken aback by the comment. Her bra was modest but it was much less utilitarian than the bras she’d been wearing prior to getting together with Mike. Thinking about that almost caused her to miss Kate’s offer to help her shop for new bras on Monday or Tuesday after work.



Suzanne was both embarrassed and relieved to be able to decline the offer. She said, “No thanks. Actually Tim wants to do that shopping with me. He seems to have strong feelings about what bras I should be wearing.”



Kate replied, “Well, okay. We could do it as a threesome if you’d like. Check with Tim. I’d be able to help you try on different bras in the dressing room which Tim can’t. I’d love to see your tits naked and make sure you pick the right bras so they’re presented at their best. Sorry if that’s too bold but I always try to be honest. You’ve got a beautiful body. I think you’ve been hiding it and need to learn how to enjoy it more.”



Suzanne blushed and with some hesitation said, “Honesty is good… Let me get back to you about …the shopping.”



Kate left to find some dresses leaving Suzanne alone in her bra, panties and high heels. Sitting by herself Suzanne fantasized about Kate’s hands and was almost hopeful that Kate would come on to her aggressively when she returned. Had Kate been suggesting a sexual threesome or merely using the phrase to describe three people shopping? She found herself becoming aroused at the thought of a true ‘threesome’ with Tim and Kate. Kate’s touch would be soft and gentle; her kiss would almost certainly be lighter than a man’s. After a moment though, she realized that in bed it was Tim’s muscular body and big hands that she’d rather feel. Kate’s touch would be an arousing tease but it seemed unlikely that she’d be sexually satisfying. Tim’s big cock was satisfying- not the touch of a grown up cheerleader. Suzanne laughed at her mind. Her own big tits apparently made her feel superior to the flat-chested petite woman. She hadn’t even been approached by Kate- maybe Kate thought she was a cow. Yet here she was in her ‘granny’ bra choosing partners in a hypothetical threesome that nobody had even suggested.



Trying on the dresses Kate selected went very quickly and with good results. Kate had good taste. Most of the dresses were tasteful and could be worn for a wide range of events. A couple used jersey or a similar fabric that seemed to hug the body like a second skin. They were a little bolder. Suzanne walked out to Tim in each dress seeking his input. He insisted she buy at least one of the clingy dresses saying they showcased her body beautifully. Kate agreed but Suzanne remained self- conscious. With some bunching of extra material she easily demonstrated the potential fit of each dress if altered and gave some pricing for the alterations. Suzanne decided to buy three dresses including one in the jersey fabric Tim wanted. The women hugged goodbye and confirmed the formal fitting at Suzanne’s apartment for the next day.



The couple left the store with Suzanne feeling almost disappointed that nothing overtly sexual had occurred. Tim picked up on her feelings and said, “What did you expect? You were in a public dressing room in a store. I don’t know if she’ll make a move on you or not but it’s more likely to occur in the privacy of your apartment than at the store where she works.” Suzanne agreed with his logic and told Tim about Kate’s offer to go bra shopping along with her blatantly saying she’d like to see Suzanne topless. She also mentioned Kate’s threesome shopping reference and wondered out loud if it had been a veiled sexual invitation. Tim replied that he didn’t know; perhaps it was or perhaps not. She then added that the sexual tension of the dressing room experience had left her very horny. She asked if they could return to Tim’s house for sex.



On the way home Tim told Suzanne she was to strip totally except for her heels as soon as they were inside. Her clothes were to be folded and placed on the table near the front door; she wouldn’t need them. Suzanne blushed but with the residual excitement of being with Kate this extra tease got her very aroused. For the balance of the ride she visualized being naked all day- possibly in cuffs- and being used sexually by her well-endowed lover.



Arriving at Tim’s home and removing her clothes, Tim handed her a pair of black satin bikini panties. She slipped them on wondering if he was going to re-dress her. Tim admired her body and said, “That’s a great outfit. The small panties highlight the rest of your body. The heels and panties make your legs look incredibly long and sexy. Wearing just the panties seems to make your breasts look even bigger. You could model for a men’s magazine and have thousands of men lusting over every picture.”



He guided her into the bedroom and had her stand next to his dresser. He pulled the leather cuffs from a drawer and held them up for her inspection. They looked quite sturdy with two ‘D’ rings on each. Suzanne immediately knew they weren’t costume pieces and was aroused by the thought that she was about to experience real bondage. Tim encircled her left wrist and fastened the buckle making sure the cuff was snug but not uncomfortable. Her second wrist then received the same attention. Suzanne was turned on by the faint smell of new leather as well as by having her wrists in cuffs. Without the cuffs being joined she still had full freedom of movement but the suggestion that she might be restrained at any time was very erotic. In plain view he pocketed a small two headed clip and a separate 18″ light weight chain with clasps at each end. Their function was self evident.



Tim brought her into the kitchen. With just a few quick movements her arms were pulled behind her and she heard two clicks several seconds apart as her cuffs were linked closely together. A sexual rush ran through her as she involuntarily tugged at the restraint confirming its power over her. With those two clicks she was now officially into BDSM- kinky sex- sexual practices that were wholly new to her and very exhilarating. She could feel how her shoulders were pulled back and her chest was pushed out. She remembered how she’d looked in the mirror when her hands had been behind her; the effect had made her breasts thrust dramatically forward. She’d looked arrogantly sexual- inviting or perhaps even demanding any man to grasp her tits. Tim was going to tease and ravish her tits and she was going to enjoy him doing it.



Tim took off his own clothes. He fondled her panty-clad ass and used his hands on her hips and ass to move her top heavy body. He sat down on a straight backed kitchen chair, spread his legs and pulled her to stand between his thighs. The alignment of her big chest with his face had obviously been planned. His hands came up to her breasts and he gently fondled her saying, “Relax.” As his hands and then his mouth explored her big tits he added, “I might indulge myself here for a long time.” Suzanne squirmed with passion as his lips grazed her nipples. “Spectacular. Fantastic. There really aren’t words adequate to describe how great your tits look.” He played with her chest for a long time and her body ached with arousal. His hands alternatively cradled her gently and grabbed at her with passion. His mouth sucked on her swollen nipples and the sensations ran through her entire nervous system but congregated in her pussy. Her nipples experienced the wonderful attention of his tongue and the frightening bite of his teeth. She loved every minute but was sexually aroused to the point of almost wanting him to stop. Almost.



Tim’s hands dropped to Suzanne’s waist and then to her ass and he ran his hands all around the panty covered flesh. His fingertips explored the edges of the leg openings and he said, “Very nice. Your ass feels great in these panties. Regrettably, they have to go so I can shave you.” His attention to her tits stopped and she was left with an enormous sexual need.



Tim moved Suzanne back a step, stood and guided her into the bedroom. He replaced the short connector of the cuffs with the longer chain explaining that she’d be more comfortable lying on her back on the chain rather than on her hands. Within a minute he had his shaving materials in place on the nightstand and had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. Using an electric hair trimmer followed by a manual razor it didn’t take long to totally denude her genital area. As he worked Tim explained that in his mind a shaved pussy was a key element of any Dom-sub relationship since it removed the woman’s last covering. He observed that it allowed more skin on skin contact and therefore enhanced sex for both parties. He thought she would agree after experiencing the new feelings she’d have when he fucked her. He noted that waxing produced a smoother, longer lasting result than shaving and encouraged her to locate a local waxing salon so that in a couple of weeks she could get a Brazilian waxing. He assumed she’d then set up a regular waxing schedule.



Suzanne had been highly aroused before the start of the hair removal process. She didn’t find the shaving itself to be arousing; it involved too many minutes of waiting and too many awkward positions. Nonetheless, having her lover touch her intimate areas for fifteen minutes or more certainly didn’t calm her either. The shaving was a further delay in her gaining sexual release and left her passion to simmer. This all resulted in her becoming sexually frustrated. When the shaving was done Tim’s mouth explored Suzanne’s whole genital area using his lips to confirm the absence of stubble and probably to tease her some more. As he did so he told her how great she felt. In response Suzanne’s hips were lifting off the bed seeking more substantial contact on her pussy and her breathing reflected her sexual excitement. Tim was well aware of her desire to cum but continued to tease her. Finally, his own arousal pushed him to decide it was time to move toward their mutual satisfaction. As he pulled his mouth away from her pussy Tim said she should understand that a common element of bondage was sexual teasing and orgasm denial. When he used the cuffs she should assume that her orgasm would be delayed.



She gasped and said, “You’re not going to leave me frustrated are you?”



“No,” he replied. “I was just noting that there wouldn’t be much point in restraining you if I was going to jump your bones right away. When you’re restrained I decide how long to tease you, how to tease you and ultimately how to give you pleasure.”



He spread her legs and pushed them toward her shoulders as he’d done on the prior evening. They both knew the position would display her newly exposed pussy to the max. Tim looked at the area and said, “You look great. You’ve repeatedly said your tits make you look like a stripper or call girl- now your pussy looks just as wanton. It’s great.” With that he flopped the shaft of his cock down on top of Suzanne’s pussy lips and slowly moved it forward and back to enjoy the soft wetness of her lips on the sensitive underside of his cock without penetrating her. Suzanne gasped with the intensity of the first contact but remained frustrated by the absence of penetration.

Marshal awoke with a long, drawn out sigh, cringing at the thought of living yet another day in paradise. His vision was blurred, his memory from last night still groggy, and the pains in his head made him question if life was really worth living. After stumbling around confused for a few moments, he made his way to the sink and began splashing cold water onto his face. Clarity arriving too slowly for his liking, he stepped out of his room. Looking around in horror, he couldn’t help but second guess reality and all that he thought he knew. His usual surroundings had virtually vanished; gone was the dirty laundry, empty liquor bottles and random piles of rubbish. He also detected a lemon scented aroma and could almost hear a faint echo which, if he hadn’t known any better, might have faintly resembled a dish washer or laundry machine. Wondering if he hadn’t been cursed somehow, he cautiously made his way to the fridge and grabbed his wake-up beer. Then, kicking himself for being unarmed during the time of uncertainty and swearing that there had to be somebody nearby, he made a heroic leap into the next room.



“You!” he cried out accusingly. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”



“Oh, hi Marshal. I’m so glad you’re finally awake.”



He couldn’t help but stare at the young woman in amazement; standing in awe for a few moments and not knowing what to think, he slowly took a seat. Then, wondering if he wasn’t somehow in a dream, he started to drink, fully convinced that the world would make more sense afterwards.



Marshal stared at the woman blankly as if expecting an explanation.



“Do you really have no idea what happened last night?” she asked.



The question struck Marshall as an odd one. “Of course I do,” he sneered. “I… I…” Marshal was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out what he had done the previous night.



“Well regardless, after waking up in the morning and studying my surroundings, I was appalled that a human being could descend to such degeneracy. I couldn’t help but pity you, and did what I could to help out during the time when you were out cold.”



Marshal sighed as he looked around and contemplated recent events, cursing when he realized that a vase filled with flowers had managed to replace his lucky bottle of Jameson.



“Listen. I don’t know who you are or what you think we’ve done, but after I get my apology I think that it would be best for both of us if you left,” he told her with conviction.



“An apology?” she asked as if not knowing what he was getting at.



“For altering what was once considered a perfect home prior to your unwelcome intrusion. When I’ve done nothing to upset you yet you still insist on going out of your way to make my life misera-”



Marshal halted briefly as she stepped into the kitchen. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” he fumed while mildly upset that she cared so little about what he had to say. “I’m talking to you!”



It wasn’t long before the woman returned with a beer in hand. “Sorry,” she told him meekly as she opened the bottle and handed it to him. “I saw that you finished your drink and thought that you might want another one.”



“Oh, right,” he said not knowing how to respond. “Anyways, where was I?”



“I don’t know. Perhaps you were upset about something and wanted to rant about it?”



“Of course! Like I was saying, we need to have a talk about boundaries. You just don’t go into a guys house and move everything around. All things considering, I must insist that you leave right now so I can try to fix all that you’ve ruined.”



“Oh, marshal,” she sighed. “Do you mind holding that thought for a moment? I know it’s crazy, but for some reason this is really starting to irritate me.”



“What is?” Marshal asked, more than a bit confused.



The woman turned around and got on her knees.



“This stain on the carpet. No matter what I do it just won’t go away!” she wailed as she began scrubbing the floor furiously.



Marshal was amazed that the the woman considered the discolored carpet something important enough to warrant her time and effort. Not knowing the protocol for the situation, he did what he normally did – sat back with a drink while contemplating the world around him. And strangely enough, more and more he found his gaze linger on the woman before him; and despite himself, formally acknowledged that he found her presence to be immensely irritating. He wasn’t able to put his finger on it, but for whatever reason he wasn’t able to divert his attention to anything else. He couldn’t help but notice the sizable cleavage that bobbled back and forth as she worked, and was soon transfixed by their forward and back motion. The low cut shirt she wore barely covered herself, and with every forward thrust she made with her arms he thought for sure that she would expose herself completely. His irritation continued to increase, and more and more he began to see the small, curvy frame before him as a pleading, irresistible invitation of sorts.



Her name, her words, her desires, her family, the type of life she led, the reason for her being there – none of it phased him in the slightest as he considered all the great and uplifting things he could do, and it wasn’t long before his wondering thoughts got the better of him. Intoxicated and unable to restrain himself, he got up and pushed her forcibly to the ground. Using his weight he pinned her so that she was underneath him and couldn’t escape. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he quickly pulled down her shirt and marveled at the glory which lied beneath. Not thinking about anything else, he fondled her breasts to his hearts content, and was positively delighted to note that her nipples hardened considerably in response to his touch.



Almost immediately she started to struggle, pushing against him wildly trying to break free. “No…!” she sobbed in between heated breaths. “Don’t do this it’s not want I want!” She started to whimper as he eventually pulled her skirt down and opened her legs. She begged, cried, and screamed for him to stop, but in the end her body betrayed her as her hips shamefully began moving forward to meet each of his thrusts.



***



At long last, the itch that he had had for years had finally been scratched. He didn’t know what to think as she continued to lay there sobbing. Perhaps trying to compensate for something that he didn’t know he felt, he wordlessly procured a wad of cash and laid it beside her. And, feeling the sudden need for cleanliness, went upstairs for a shower, half hoping that it would do him a favor and drown him. After a lengthy period he returned to the kitchen, and again found himself questioning what he once thought about reality.



“Hello, again?” he asked suspiciously, still bewildered that the woman continued to choose to remain in his house.



“Hey, it’s good to have you back,” she exclaimed as if nothing had happened. “After the work out you had earlier I thought you might be hungry, so I decided to make a late breakfast. I wanted to cater to all your tastes by making a little bit of everything.”



Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, roasted potatoes, buttered toast, pancakes with maple syrup – it all looked very much appealing, though at the same time he could hear a voice warning him that something was very much amiss. Helpless and wondering if it’d be the last thing he ever did, he succumbed to yet another instinctive desire. And, determined to get the last words in should it come to that, added, “well if you’ve decided to poison me then for the love of all that’s good in the world, how I hope it’s something that’ll be quick and painless.”



“Oh, marshal,” she giggled.



In all honesty Marshal couldn’t remember eating so well. “Wow it’s delicious,” he exclaimed as the woman beamed with delight.



“Oh Jesus, what time is it?!” he asked as if suddenly remembering something.



“No need to worry,” she told him while knowing why he asked. “I was afraid you might have been burdened with an unforeseen distraction, so I took the liberty of recording the game for you.”



“The game?” he asked as if not certain he heard her correctly. “Manchester City vs Real Madrid clashing together for the first time in the group of death; your mind might have been elsewhere earlier but I still thought you might want to watch it.”



Marshal looked at her before answering. He seemed to consider each time what sort of woman this was to whom he spoke.



“I don’t know what to say,” he said at last, certain that there was some type of angle that he was missing.



“You don’t have to say anything. Just sit back on the couch, watch the game and let me get you another beer.”



For the first time in a what seemed like ages, marshal felt wholly satisfied as he sat back with a beer in hand and watched the match up. He imagined that the champions of Spain and England gave the bookies a bit of a nightmare, as both European power houses were some of the largest spenders in the world. Though each team contained star ridden rosters, he still fancied Real Madrid as the favorites when he considered that they were at home and that Manchester City were still relatively new to European competition. All the same, after getting almost 3 to 1 on his money, he couldn’t help but place an affordable wager on a Manchester victory. With out a doubt the money made the game more interesting, as part of himself died inside when Balotelli hit the wood work twice before getting booked for a careless challenge. Then, just as he began to rage over an unjustified free kick rewarded a few yards outside the box, he heard an unknown sound that gave him a short pause. Trying to ignore it he continued to watch the game, but as the sound persisted and grew louder he was eventually forced to divert his attention elsewhere.



Tracey was crying. Initially at a loss for words, he looked back and forth between the game and the crying woman, before reluctantly turning off the TV with a grimace. For the life of him he couldn’t remember the last time he tried consoling another human being.



“Is there something wrong?” he finally asked. Her crying grew louder in response to the question and he reprimanded himself for being so careless.



“Sorry, don’t mind me,” she sobbed before continuing, “it’s not like you even care.”



“Okay, well is there somewhere else you can make that noise then?” he asked.



Tracey got up, sat down next to him and put her head on his lap.



“Why do I stay with you? You’re mean, uncaring, abusive, and I hate it because whenever you force yourself on me I don’t even feel like a person. I cry because it hurts so much, I’ve always said no, and yet for some reason I continue to remain here. Tell me, is there any way we could be together with out the sex? Or am I just being hopelessly naive?”



Marshal was only vaguely aware that she was even talking, as by that time all the crying had made her shirt considerably wet. Inspired, he reached down and cupped both her breasts together, taking delight in their soft warmth.



Almost immediately she tried pushing him away, a bit surprised that he still had it in him.



“You know that I’m going to have to tie you up if you keep trying to struggle,” he told her.



Tracey paled considerably at the thought. “You wouldn’t!” she pleaded as he pushed her to the ground and tied each of her wrists to the table.



“Okay,” she said as she lay there helplessly and trying to remain calm. “I see what you meant when you said it’d be better for both of us if I left. Can you please let me go now? I promise to leave and stop bothering you.”



“No need to worry,” he told her reassuringly as he stripped her bare. “I’m certain you’ll have plenty of time for that later.”



***



The next day Marshal woke up in an uncharacteristically good mood. Invigorated with the certainty that the rest of his day was streaming with potential, he headed towards the fridge to grab a drink. Not surprised at all to see Tracey at the table with a coffee and Women’s Health magazine, he took the opportunity to take the seat across from her, noting how modest dress had suddenly replaced the short skirt and low cut shirt, as if the thought of getting raped was no longer on her mind.



“Good morning! I wanted to tell you I’ve got an appointment with my therapist later, so there’s no need to be too worried if I’m out for a few hours.”



“Why are you seeing a therapist?” he asked while knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.



“I’m glad you care enough to ask. The truth is that I find his insight valuable, as he his specialties lie with people who are unable to get away from abusive relationships,” she told him as if she was talking about the weather. “And I want you to know, this wouldn’t even be necessary if somebody didn’t want to tie me up and rape me for hours.”



“Oh, please,” he sneered. “You can’t call it rape if you were asking for it and loved every second.”



“I want to pretend I didn’t just hear that, but you’re sick, twisted and in need of serious help if you honestly believe that. Here, I think making an appointment could actually do you a lot of good,” she told him while handing him her therapists card. “And as much as I enjoy having these social debates, I should really get going if I don’t want to be late,” she said before leaving him to his thoughts.



He knew he wasn’t attached to the woman, but at the same time he couldn’t help but despise how she felt the need to make it perfectly clear that she was leaving him to spend time with another guy and for such a ridiculous reason. Smug and always thinking she had the moral high ground, he found it irritating that she acted like she was so much better than him. Thinking it was time for a lesson, he logged onto his computer and created an email which he addressed to the guy on the card. It read as follows:



Dear sir,



It is for her sake that I must inform you, in part out of moral obligation, that the woman you are about to see has an unsatisfiable fetish for sex, with anal being a strong preference. She’s made a nasty habit of denying the claim and may protest vigorously if tested, so restraints may prove to be necessary. And rest assured, she’s perfectly clean and will be most reluctant to make any kind of public insinuation.



Wondering if he might need further convincing, he attached some nude photos he had taken when she was bound and gagged with her legs forced apart. Then, after adding a caption that read, ‘she’s waiting,’ sent the email while hoping her therapist would read it in time.



***



Dr. Spottersworth read the email twice while not believing a word, but soon second guessed his original assessment after studying the photos. Noting the enlarged breasts on the thin and curvy figure, he was quite certain that the woman was indeed the patient he had been seeing for the last few months, and was wholly convinced that the photos wouldn’t have been in existence unless the rest of the email was true. Although he prided himself on being a professional, he couldn’t deny that he had been attracted to her since they first met, and in a strange way found himself relieved that he didn’t have to spend his entire life without ever being able to see what lied beneath her modest dress.



It wasn’t long before his thoughts were interrupted by a knock, and he couldn’t help but beam considerably as he graciously welcomed Tracey into his office. And as was the custom, Tracey helped herself to the couch as she started to rant about her various misfortunes.



Excited by what he had seen earlier, Dr. Spottersworth found it difficult to concentrate and was only vaguely aware that she was in the mood for talking.



“Are you even listening to me?” she asked at long last, more than a bit surprised that he had remained silent while she told him all about how degraded she felt whenever guys took advantage of her.



“What?” he asked. “Oh, yes of course.”



“Are you feeling okay?” she asked him while thinking his heavy breathing and flushed appearance was unusual.



Hearing her ask the question made him aware of the fact that he no longer trusted himself with her. Flustered and chain bound to his code of ethics, he finally came out and said what he needed to.



“I can no longer help you. I think it’s time you find a new therapist.”



Thinking she had made a lot of progress with him over the months, she was more than hurt by the request.



“Did I do something wrong?” she asked him while wondering what had changed.



Realizing that he wasn’t going to reply and feeling that her presence was no longer welcome, she got up to leave. Then, sensing that something wasn’t right and that he was suffering, she instinctively put her arms around him in what she hoped he would consider to be a consoling gesture.



Feeling her breasts pressing lightly against his own, he couldn’t help himself as he felt his arms return the embrace, before quickly using the opportunity to push her snugly against him so that he could better feel their fullness. Then, as his hands on her back moved lower and lower, he firmly forced the lower half of her body towards him so that she was bound tightly and unwillingly against his growing arousal.



Not expecting the sporadic change in his behavior, she sat their stoically as if she was somewhere else and that it wasn’t really what she thought. Still too surprised to speak and not fully aware of what was happening, she wasn’t able to tell him to stop. It wasn’t long when, as if waking up from a dream, she suddenly realized that she was completely naked with her legs wide open before him. Ashamed of her positioning, in a last ditch effort she desperately tried to push her legs together, only to learn that she had straps attached to her which prevented her from doing just that. Not knowing what else to do, she tried to cry out and tell him not to go any further, only to find some type of object covering her mouth, which in turn muffled her screams and prevented speech.



Lying there helplessly and feeling vulnerable, she felt him move his fingers inside of her. Moaning softly in response to the touch, she hated how her body responded by trying to push itself forward so that his fingers would go in deeper. Then, almost as if he was teasing her, he moved his fingers around in a circular motion, happily exploring her moistening entrance while being careful not to push them too far. She found the sensation agonizing, and in spite of herself, was ashamed of how her hips tried harder and harder to meet up against the soft pressure his fingers created.



At long last he removed his fingers as he began to position his throbbing member just outside her exposed opening. Then, just as she started to moan with relief as she felt the head of his shaft trying to make its way through, he remembered that she preferred anal.



‘No, not there anywhere but there!’ she desperately wanted to tell him as she realized his intentions. Shaking her head vigorously and irritated by her helplessness, she grew hysterical and started thrashing against the restraints as he positioned his fully engorged member. Shortly thereafter, as her back arched and body began to spasm, she felt herself stretch considerably to make way for the head of his shaft. Seconds seemed like hours as she felt him penetrate deeply, whimpering with each thrust and wishing desperately for release. Then, just as she started to struggle with lucidity and the darkening of her vision, she felt his fingers return to the moisture between her legs, pushing them much deeper than the first time, before moving them in and out in a quick and steady rhythm. Instinctively and with out even thinking about it, she felt her hips attempting to match the thrusts of his fingers, only to learn that that the motion enabled even deeper anal penetration. Not being able to bear the sensation, she quickly tried holding her hips still, only to find that there was nothing she could do to prevent their involuntary movement.

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