neighbour

It has been a while since I last wrote and thanks for those who have sent comments. If you haven’t read chapters 1-4 yet – or it has been a while! – it might be worth it before proceeding. Now that Dana has left the company and Jason has found a soul mate for his fetish in Alison, his secretary, life seems to be going very nicely.



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After the stunning events of Alison throwing coffee in Dana’s lap, and the secretaries getting rid of her, office life had gone from strength to strength. My private life became private again and was now shared regularly with the delightful Alison as our friendship developed. I had dinner with Alison about once a week and we discussed the stresses of the office, and found ways to alleviate them. She was a most interesting and understanding partner in my secret. She was also refreshingly honest, “I don’t want a deep and meaningful relationship Jason, but I am more than happy to help you out with your fetish for as long as you want. I actually find it quite a turn on,” she explained one evening over a drink at her apartment.



We were snuggled together on her couch and she was casually stroking my silk teddy covered chest. My nipples were a target for her attention and she was enjoying tweaking the firm titties that pushed against the fabric while we talked. Eventually she reached across and took my hand and placed it on her spread inner thigh so that it could wander to her aromatic pussy that sat above her stocking tops. I trailed my fingers along her thigh and felt the sensuous material of the lace tops and then the warm flesh of her thigh. Higher I went to the hot, moist flesh and slowly I dragged my fingers across her cunt lips. They were searing hot and slick and I easily slipped my middle two fingers into her open hole. We continued talking while Alison continued to pay attention to my chest and I lazily stroked two fingers deeply in and out of her.



Not long went by before she was panting in short gasps and her hand had wandered down my torso to the tent in my French knickers. She slipped her hand up the leg of my knickers and grasped my hard cock and began stroking him. We were enjoying a mutual masturbation session that didn’t take long for us both to explode in orgasm. My knickers were soaked with my cum and her pussy grabbed at the fingers that were now plunging into her pubic bone. Eventually we subsided and Alison, always the attentive friend hooked her fingers into the waist and slipped my knickers from my slightly raised hips, taking them off me. She took them into the laundry and returned with another pair of my panties that I had previously allowed her to wash after a similar evening. She soon had me dressed again and there we were, two girlfriends sitting and chatting on her lounge. I had spent quite some time with her by now and had given her pretty well all of the background story I had told Dana so she was aware and more than a little intrigued. I had already agreed that she should come with me next time I needed to visit Sue and Andrea at the store. I was certain that they would be happy to help Alison out too.



I had been in my VP job for about six months now and had been looking for a new place to live now that I could afford something more than my apartment. I had found the best little complex of units that catered to young professionals. They had a couple of bedrooms and very nice living quarters with your own laundry and a small private courtyard garden and parking. I was happily ensconced in my new place and finding life pretty comfortable. My neighbours were friendly; a married couple on one side and a couple of girls who shared the next-door unit on the other. We saw each other occasionally as the girls and I shared a carport. I was enjoying the relaxed freedom of my place during one beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon, just house cleaning and washing. Generally just bumming around the house in a pair of shorts, and my usual underwear. I had a small wash line on the patio so I was able to hang my freshly washed lingerie there where it wouldn’t be bleached in the sun, and perhaps be seen by nosey neighbours as had been the problem in the flats I had lived in when I first moved out of home. As I was hanging the undies a voice called out from a small gap in the hedge that peaked over the top of the fence to the girls’ place.



“Hi Jason, is your girlfriend home?” It was Lisa, the taller of the two girls. She was a 20 something brunette, slim and attractive with a dancer’s figure. Her friend, Penny, was a bit older and blonde, shorter and a bit fuller figured but also attractive.



As I was pleasantly contemplating what I was doing, I didn’t catch the intent of the question and so responded, “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”



“Oh I was just assuming, what with the wash you’re hanging … but no matter.”



“Oh, this!” I stammered, before covering, probably unsuccessfully, with, “No, I’m just doing a favour for a friend.”



“Well that’s perfect. I was going to ask you to do me a favour. I was going to sunbake and need some sunscreen on my back and Penny has gone out. Would you mind, please?”



The lovely face above the fence that was framed by her beautiful long hair had my complete attention. So here she was, needing someone to put their hands on her lovely body. Gosh, how could I refuse!! “Sure, no problem, I’ll be right over.”



“Oh great, just come through the side gate to the back lawn.”



I finished the last couple of items of hanging up and then went into the carport through my side gate and straight in the gate to next door. I wandered down the short path and came to the corner and spotted the most delightful scene. A large beach blanket was spread on the small patch of lawn that was surrounded by a slightly higher than fence-high hedge and the wine bottle was in a cooler next to the half empty glass. A cordless phone and a book lay casually tossed to one side and in the middle of the blanket was the back view of Lisa. She was lying with her long shapely legs toward me, face down and absolutely naked.



I stopped in my tracks. She was gorgeous and immediately I felt a stirring in my shorts that I was sure was going to be a problem. She partially lifted her head and looked around at me, giving a vague glimpse at the side of her pert breast.



“Hi. Thanks heaps. I hope you don’t mind. I always tan this way because I hate the tan lines. They show when I dance.” So I was right on that assumption anyway.



“Sure, no problem,” I responded as I tried to casually walk over to her. I knelt down on the edge of the blanket beside her and she leaned over to get the lotion. Again the glimpse of small firm breast! I allowed my gaze to stroll over her perfect shape. Beautiful shoulders, long arms, a narrowing waist to a set of trim hips and a pert bottom perched on top of the beautifully long slender legs; gorgeous! As she handed me the sunscreen I asked, “Where should I start?”



“At the top and work down, I haven’t got any cream on my back.” I wondered about the possible double meaning but said nothing. I decided I might as well enjoy the exercise and see what was going to develop here. At worst I could end up with a slapped face … but I didn’t think so somehow. She had laid back down with her head on her hands, her gorgeous profile in view. I spread the sunscreen onto my hand and rubbed them together and started to massage the cool lotion into the warm flesh of Lisa’s neck and shoulders. At my first touch she ‘oohed’ a little and murmured, “That’s nice.”



I continued, adding more lotion as needed, and stroking my hands across the sinews of her delicately muscular body. I moved gradually down her spine and across her ribs and slowly down her sides under her arms to spread the lotion and give her the briefest of brushes on the side of her breasts. She giggled a little, saying, “That tickles, naughty.” But she did not shy away.



I reached her lower back and asked her, “Is that all?”



Without moving she quickly replied, “Uh Uh. No I said before I hadn’t put any on. You’d better just do it all.” That was a pretty open invitation and I wasn’t going to ignore it!



I continued to spread the lotion and went down the outside of her legs until I reached her ankles and then moved up the inside of her legs to the bubble of her butt. I then spread the cream across the top of her backside. I continued to massage the cream into the cheeks of her bum and she slowly moaned her enjoyment of the massage. Very slowly I progressed, and with equal speed she started to move her legs apart.



I had now reached the crack in her bum and her lower torso was moving rhythmically to my pressure. My thumbs moved evenly down into the crack and grazed the delightful brown dot that was now peeking at me from her spread thighs. The dark minimal fluff of her pussy was also barely visible below. Holding her butt cheeks in my hands, my thumbs stroked down her crack to her backdoor; she very deliberately lifted her hips from the blanket to increase the pressure on her hole and she openly stated, “That feels great! Ummm.”



Spreading her cheeks more, I pushed and circled more conscientiously and her moans became more audible. It would not be much of a surprise to say that the tent in my shorts was enormous and the leakage was going to take another load of washing to remove! Finally Lisa said what she had wanted all along; “I guess you have put the cream everywhere where the sun does shine, what about where it doesn’t?” She raised her hips even higher giving me a clear view of the extremely wet cunt lips and almost absent pussy hairs. As she lifted I increased the pressure of my right thumb and it popped into her anus with little resistance. “Oh Yes!” was all she gasped.



She started to push against the reaming digit and then she asked for more cream and more fingers; “Stick them in me, quickly!” I jammed my fingers into her butt and poured on more lubricant. I had two fingers fully pushing and stroking into her but she still muttered, “No, it’s not deep enough. I need something longer! Fuck me!” I didn’t need telling twice.



I quickly moved behind her, her thighs making a triangle to her raised bum, and dropped my shorts and panties on the blanket. She had risen to her knees as I knelt behind her and aimed my swollen cock at her anus. A quick rub of its length with my lotion soaked hands guaranteed an easy entry and I slipped the bulb of my head straight into her arse hole; it popped past any resistance easily. Slowly I eased my thickness into her depths, rocking in and out in a slow pushing pace finding it being easily accepted to the hilt – clearly she was not an anal virgin. Lisa cooed her pleasure and squeezed me tight with her inner muscles as she begged me to ram her hard and fast now that I was in her. “God you stretch me so beautifully! Fill me with your come fast!”



I was powering into her from behind as hard as I could, well aware that I was not going to last very long. She thrust back with every forward motion and my balls were slapping against her soaking cunt. I grasped her hips to help create a pumping leverage as I withdrew to the edge of my cockhead before invading her again quickly and soon we were both grunting as our orgasms overtook us. She really loved it up the butt.



Finally we fell forward onto the blanket with my quickly deflating cock still inside her where our fluids blended together. We lay motionless for what seemed a long time before either of us stirred. We cuddled in that spoon position for a while and then, with a wet plop, my wilted penis popped out of her butt and she giggled that irresistible giggle of hers again. “Oh I’m leaking! You know I set you up, don’t you,” she stated as we gathered the bits and pieces on the lawn and moved inside to have a shower.



“I sort of guessed when you were naked on the lawn that you wanted more than a bit of sunscreen.” She chuckled and took me into the bathroom where we got into the shower together. “You are a really good anal lover. You certainly didn’t mind taking your time over getting me warmed up.”



“All part of my good neighbour policy. Always do what you can to help a naked gorgeous brunette.”



“I thought gentlemen prefer blondes?” she quipped.



“Perhaps, but putting my cock in your butt after knowing you only a few weeks hardly qualifies me for being a gentleman.”



“So where does it need to go to qualify?” she asked with a naughty grin as she started stroking him back to life under the cascading warm water. This was the stuff dreams are made of – a gorgeous dancer enticing me to make love to her. Within the next few minutes my cock was hard and deeply seated inside her cunt as she straddled me standing in the shower, her long legs encircling me. The warm water flowed over our rhythmically moving bodies as Lisa lifted herself up and pumped herself back down onto my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal muscles playing the piccolo along my shaft. This position didn’t take long to become tiring and we were soon rutting on the bathmat on the floor of the bathroom.



That, of course, was where Penny, Lisa’s housemate, found us as she walked in. We didn’t hear her come in but she was standing, leaning against the doorway, when she said, “Having a nice time you two?”



The surprise was enough to make us both jump and for me to slip out of Lisa. “Well girl, you certainly seem to have found something to do while I was out,” Penny continued; she was smiling as she stared at my throbbing cock and suggested, “You’d better do something to finish him off before he explodes!” With that she turned and wandered back into the unit.



Lisa looked up at me from where she lay, giggled again and said, “Oops! I guess we’ve been caught.” I of course was rapidly wilting with the embarrassment of being found like that and I suggested that it would be best if I left. Lisa nodded and reached for the pile of clothes on the floor to pass me my shorts.



As she grasped them from the pile she stopped to notice the fine lace and silky material of my undies — I was caught. “Well,” she smiled, “so that is who your ‘friend’ is that you were just helping out with the washing. I think I’d like to meet her one evening for a drink. Perhaps Pen would like to join us.”



I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this last remark but the twinkle in Lisa’s eye and the deep sigh she let out certainly were encouraging signs for a future meeting with this gorgeous woman. I quickly got to my feet, slipped into my shorts and shoved the undies into my pocket and helped Lisa to her feet to leave. She made no attempt to cover up as we walked through the lounge and passed where Penny was relaxing on the couch.



“Hope you had a good time,” Penny called as I left through the kitchen door.



Lisa pushed her soft warm body into mine as she gave me a hug and a deep kiss. The push of her hips into my groin was enough to start something stirring again but then she pulled away and said, “Thanks for the massage and the company. I look forward to it again … soon!” Her tone told me that she meant it, and then she pecked me on the cheek and pushed me toward the door. I walked back through the garden gate and into my yard, all the while pondering exactly what the conversation was that would be happening next door — and how much Lisa would share about what she had just learned.



It wasn’t long before I found out the answer to my question. A couple of days later I met Penny in the carport as we both were leaving for work. “Hi Jason. How are you going?” I smiled but didn’t get a chance to respond as she continued, “Lisa tells me that she was going to invite a friend of yours to join us for a drink. I believe she said Friday night would be good, about 7:30?”



It seems that Lisa had wasted no time in talking about the afternoon delight and I was a little taken aback but managed to stammer a response along the lines of, “Yes, that sounds great.”



Penny was almost into her car when she paused and added, “Please tell her we like to dress up for the evening, something a bit formal. Dressing up is often so much fun when you just do it for the fun, don’t you think?” With that she was in the car and gone while I was still racing through my thoughts.



At work there were several messages about accounts that I had picked up. Work generally was fantastic since Dana had gone. Some of the new accounts had come my way via Andrea and Sue and the party at their place. I decided that, after the invitation for Friday, I should use my freebie at Jacqui’s. To be all spruced up and pampered seemed just the right thing to do. From the office I phoned the number on the business card that I had in my wallet. The call was quickly answered with, “Welcome to Jacqui’s; this is Laura speaking, how may I be of assistance?”



I asked to speak to Jacqui. She wasn’t available but the warm voice on the other end of the line asked could she be of assistance. “Well, as a matter of fact, you probably can help me,” I began. “Jacqui gave me her business card that offers a “Special”. I’d like to book in for it please.”



I guess I assumed that the term special was just another one of those business phrases in the advertising of their services but that impression changed immediately when Laura spoke. Her voice changed to a much more sultry tone and her comment, “It would be my pleasure,” certainly emphasized the ‘my’ in the sentence. “When would you like to come in?”



Again the tone and emphasis was on the last couple of words only. “Wednesday afternoon would be great. Is that possible?”



“Certainly sir, may I have your name for the booking?”



“It’s Jason, Jason …”



“Your first name will do fine thank you Jason. At what time will you be here?”



“When is free?” I queried figuring I had to find a spot on the time sheet.



“Oh no, on the contrary,” Laura explained. “You are on the Special, that means you get everything that suits you. What time would you like?”



“How about four?”



“Absolutely, not a problem. I look forward to seeing then. Bye.”



Again the tone told me I was in for an interesting afternoon. I cleared that afternoon with Alison and told her she could have the afternoon off too as I wouldn’t be back. I explained that I had decided to treat myself to the rejuvenation session. She smiled and whispered, “If half of what I have heard about Jacqui’s is true then you certainly are in for an experience. It is supposed to be the most exclusive and chic relaxation clinic that pampers to the rich and famous. You will have to tell me all about it afterward!” She was obviously a bit envious and yet she also knew I would tell her everything when we next spent the evening together. We were due to catch up on the following Monday — just us two girls getting together.



The next afternoon I left the office at about 3:30 and drove to Jacqui’s. It was a little bit secluded on the outskirts of town and the entrance was shrouded by an ivy-covered set of wrought iron gates. They led down a long driveway to what looked to be an old English mansion. There were no cars to be seen, only a driveway that looped past the front steps. As I stopped my car a lovely slim girl of about twenty walked down the steps. She wore a rather elegant maroon low-cut dress that was split at the thigh to reveal a pair of rather delightfully long legs in heels as she strode toward my car and opened my door for me. “Jason?” she asked and, in response to my nod, she continued, “I am your valet parking attendant. Please leave the keys and go in; you will be met by Laura in the foyer.”



I got out of the car and she took my place in the driver’s seat, again showing a great deal of long slim leg. She flashed me a smile and then started the car and drove it around the driveway to the rear of the building. I watched her go and then turned to the front doors and climbed the steps. Once at the open front door I stepped into a wide, open foyer with a gleaming parquetry floor and artwork around the walls. A wide sweeping staircase rose on my left to the upper storey and directly in front of me was a hotel style desk.

Behind the desk stood an elegant woman of about my age. She too was wearing the uniform dress and smile that I had seen on the valet attendant. As I approached she spoke and moved around the desk to meet me, “Hello Jason. I am Laura and I will conduct you through your visit with us this afternoon. Would you care for a drink … some wine perhaps?”



I nodded and replied, “Champagne would be lovely please.”



A few seconds later, as if from nowhere, another young girl arrived with a tray carrying a champagne flute filled with crispy cold bubbly. Again the uniform, legs and heels; Jacqui obviously didn’t employ unattractive staff! I took the glass and thanked her and then Laura said, “Please come this way and we will get you started on your visit.” As we walked down the foyer to a hallway she continued, “We have a full range of facilities here and all are at your disposal. There is a steam room and sauna, a masseuse, a manicurist/pedicurist, facial and skin therapist. We recommend that you start with a relaxing hot tub bath first. Does that sound okay?” The last was offered with a slight tilt of the head and a smile that certainly encouraged a positive response and so, naturally I agreed.



I continued sipping my champers as we arrived at a door about half way down the hall. Laura opened the door and ushered me in. Inside was basically a huge bathroom and the centrepiece was a semi-sunken hot tub of about ten feet diameter, a gentle layer of steam swirling across the surface. The sun spread a warm glow through the diffused glass of the window and the sparse furnishings whispered luxury to me. Laura turned to me and said, “Please allow me to help you with your bath,” and she reached out to take my half empty glass and placed it beside the lightly steaming tub. She immediately returned and commenced taking off my jacket, which she placed on a hanger and turned to put it in a closet to one side. This beautiful lady was undressing me and I was going to be given a bath. The thought was most appealing and the wine was already making the lightness of the atmosphere very relaxing.



Laura’s slim and dextrous fingers coated in red nail polish, a match for her lipstick, efficiently plucked at buttons and zips. Again, strangely, there seemed to be little that was overtly sexual about this lovely lady or what she was doing in eventually making me naked and showing me to the bath steps. She didn’t seem to even raise an eyebrow as she removed my French knickers and I wondered how much Jacqui had told her staff.



Once I was in the water and sipping the last of my wine, I was able to watch as she slipped her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor with her heels. She was naked and as she walked to the bath I could see the firm but gentle bounce of her full breasts and the ripple of trim stomach muscles as she moved. Her hips swayed gently and her thighs met at a tiny neat triangle of fluffy hair that rose above her vagina. She stepped down into the water and a quick glimpse of her pink puffy pussy lips was all I could see before they disappeared into the water that I was sitting in. She moved across the bath to join me and without a word commenced to bathe me with a soft cloth she retrieved from the bath edge.



The long sensuous strokes over my neck and shoulders gradually moved lower to my chest where she took her time and then she shifted to sit beside me so that she could wash my back. There was not a word exchanged, just the gentle push or pull of my body to allow her access to the next area she was to wash. Eventually she asked me to stand in the water as she reached my lower torso and the cloth drifted to my crotch and up my thighs. My semi-erect penis twitched lightly as she brushed the cloth along my legs, the back of her hand brushing lightly against my shaft and balls but this was not a sexual activity despite my desire for her beautiful nakedness, her breasts seemingly floating as she knelt, her nipples standing firm. It seemed like something from a Japanese geisha story. She was simply taking care of my needs and naked was the convenient way to do this.



Once she had washed me all over she dropped the cloth onto the side of the bath and gently reached across me and took my hand. Standing with me in the bath she led me to the steps and I climbed out and stood on the mat while she ever so gently dried me with a soft towel. Her movements were the picture of elegance and her breasts swayed with her, and her nipples stood proudly in the cooler air of the room showing her arousal despite her silence. At last she spoke as she was drying my lower half and gently draping the towel across my groin to caress and stroke my swelling manhood. “Jacqui is quite insistent that we give every service available to the guests who receive her special offers.” Her hand continued to stroke my now rapidly swelling cock. “Is there anything I can do for you before you continue with your visit?” And as she said it her hand grasped me through the towel.



My facial expression was enough of an answer and Laura obviously had a preference anyway as she dropped the towel and continued to stroke me long and slowly. Her other hand drifted to my balls where they received a firm squeeze as she slowly sank to her knees on the mat in the humid atmosphere of the hot tub room. Nothing in the room was as hot as the mouth that engulfed the head of my penis and sank down the shaft to push back the foreskin. The fondling of my balls became more intense and three things became obvious to me: Laura really loved her work; she was extremely good at her job and I was going to last about ten seconds of this.



It was perhaps a little more but, as my seed rocketed from my now firmly crushed balls and into her bobbing mouth, my knees went weak from the experience. Gradually the pressure on my balls eased and the rhythm of her mouth moving up and down my shaft slowed to a crawl. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled up at me and licked the last drops from the head of my now wilting cock, gave him a little nibble on the exposed pink tip and then licked her lips as she stood up. She brought the wet cloth and towel up with her and gave ‘him’ a gentle wash and dry before ushering me to the closet where she found a long white dressing gown for me to wear. “What would you care for next Jason? How about the manicure and pedicure, followed by a massage, so that you can lie back and relax for a while?”



This seemed a great idea as my wobbly knees were still struggling to cope with me standing up. She slipped back into her dress and then linked arms with me and led me to the door. Back in the cool air of the corridor, the sudden change of temperature made me feel quite light headed. We strolled along for a few doors and then came to a room. Laura pushed open the door and we entered. It was similarly styled to the bathroom but wood panelled and softly lit and in the centre was a very comfy looking chair, a bit like a dentist’s chair but without the scary overtones of pain. To one side there was a desk and behind it sat two young women — twins. Not too surprisingly they were gorgeous with flaming red hair and what seemed to be magnificent figures. This was proven as they stood and came to where we were standing. Laura introduced me to Tiffany and Emma. They both smiled and took me from Laura who, after finding me another glass of champagne, left us without a word. A few sips was all I could take before these lovely ladies guided me to the chair and then one of them, Tiffany or Emma — I’m not sure which, asked me to take a seat and make myself comfortable. I reclined in the chair and in a matter of moments the girls had wheeled over a small table each and seated themselves on stools, one at my hip and the other at my feet. The chair was then adjusted under me so that I was lying almost flat, my head slightly raised on the headrest, and at about knee height that seemed to be convenient for their work.



The gentle caresses then started. Simultaneously one hand and the opposite foot were gently massaged and examined, while soothing lotion was rubbed in. Each finger and toe gently pushed, pulled and stroked. I had never had an experience quite like it. It was incredibly relaxing and yet stimulating at the same time. As I watched through half-closed eyes the two girls worked intently at their tasks on opposite sides of my body. My right hand was then gently laid in the lap of the lovely Tiffany on my right while my left foot was lightly dragged off the edge of the chair and onto the knee of her twin, Emma. At last I had noticed the monogrammed initial on each of their dresses, high above their firm breasts. Steadily they worked away caressing and massaging some type of cream into my skin and attending to my nails. It took me some while to realise that, lying as I was, my crotch was quite exposed to the view Emma had from my feet. I became both aroused and a little embarrassed at the thought and so I started to reach with my free hand to cover myself with the dressing gown I was wearing.



As I moved Emma noticed and leaned forward a little, brushing the ball of my foot against her breasts and at the same time asked, “Are you a little warm in that gown? We do want you to relax. Would you be more comfortable without it?”



Before I could respond either way Tiffany reached across and untied the towelling belt that held it together across my abdomen and gently pulled the gown apart to expose my naked body to these two flaming redheads, though the flame was in their eyes now as well. The gentle caress of my foot on Emma’s breasts hadn’t stopped and the slowly growing erection in my lap was the result. Having just recently enjoyed Laura’s attention, I doubted anything could possibly come of this despite how wonderful the sensations were. As Tiffany went back to work on my hand she dragged it closer to her crotch and seemed to lean back in such a way that I could feel the heat of her body. I was enjoying the attention but that is where it seemed to stop. They both continued their work as if nothing had changed and I think that was the most titillating aspect of the whole scenario.



After some while they both seemed to finish the job and moved in synchronous to the other side. The occasional glances at my semi-erect cock were enough to keep it there but now things did change a little. As Emma rolled her chair across to my right side I was treated to the view of her. She straddled her stool in a way that managed to seem elegant yet exposed her glorious red thatch of pussy hair to my open gaze. Her dress had gathered much higher on her thigh to provide this view and there was no attempt to change the situation. She gently guided my other foot to her breasts and rested it there as she started work. Tiffany rolled around the chair to my left and took my hand and placed it on her thigh.



This time, however, I felt no material between my skin and hers and, tearing my eyes from the glorious pussy of Emma, I looked straight into the pussy lips of Tiffany’s shaven crotch. My erection grew significantly in a split second, flexing with the coursing blood but still not hard. They continued to practically ignore it except for occasional glances but the movement of their bodies against mine became subtly increased. My thumb was being attended to but my other fingers were resting against very hot flesh. My foot was being worked on while the hard nipple was rubbing its sole.



I don’t believe quite the same amount of time was spent on this part of the treatment but perhaps that was just how time passes when you’re having fun. Again, with amazing timing, the two girls stopped the massaging and trimming of my nails and commenced to apply a clear nail varnish to my hand and toe nails. This was remarkably quick and quite a distraction after the caressing and fondling I had been receiving. Once all ten of each set of digits had been coated Tiffany explained, “You will have to remain very still for about ten minutes to allow the hardener to dry properly. Is there anything that you would like while you are waiting?”



My cock was still gently waving in the breeze and her tone made little attempt to suggest that anything else was worth asking for. The two girls stood up and allowed their dresses to fall to the floor. They stood there for a few seconds to allow me to fully appreciate the beauty of their bodies and then they approached, caressing my body gently. Emma reminded me, “Don’t move. You don’t want to spoil the nail polish. We will see what we can do for you. Jacqui does have a rule about us getting intimate with her special clients.”



Tiffany climbed onto the chair and straddled my stomach and I could see the wetness of her pussy. She rubbed herself against my stomach and eased back a little to allow my cock to brush her backside. She brushed her hands over my nipples and immediately they were hard. Emma was caressing my legs and getting ever closer to my balls that were tightening in anticipation. Tiffany gradually crept forward until she was across my chest and she was rubbing my nipple into her pussy.



“You have lovely boobies,” she murmured down at me. “Is that what Jacqui liked about you?” The surprise was in my eyes at the mention of Jacqui who it seemed had not told them all everything about me. “Yes, we do know about her little adventures and so we tend to enjoy the ‘Specials’ she gives out. We aren’t really meant to know but so far no one has complained.”



While washing my upper body with her juices, it was Tiffany who asked, “So what was it that you did for Jacqui?”



I could tell that they were both intrigued and so I decided to share the story of our evening. I explained how Jacqui ‘asked’ me to find her lost earring and what had ensued. Emma was quick to comment, “So you were there as the maid to serve these women? I guess you must have had to dress for the part!”



Tiffany was again paying a lot of attention to my nipples and it was then that I confessed, “Well as a matter of fact, yes I was. I have enjoyed the luxury of fine clothes and underwear for many years. It was the reason I was invited by the hostess who supplied my outfit.”



A rather dreamy look came over their faces and Emma murmured, “We’d love to see that some time but outside contacts with customers are forbidden by Jacqui.”



It was with that comment that I could see why. She stood up on the reclined seat, her feet either side of my chest, and then she casually stepped down off the seat, stepping over my arms and down either side of my head. She was straddling my chest and neck and I was now peering into the eye of her pussy lips only inches from my face. She shuffled forward and planted the puffy and juicy cunt lips I’d had oozing on my nipple right over my mouth.



As this happened an incredibly hot wetness oozed across my sole as my foot was grasped by Emma and pressed into her pussy. The two girls then went into a rhythmic rocking that allowed them to time their gyrations so that Emma, holding my ankle firmly, plunged her crotch up and down against my foot while Tiffany’s clit slipped in and out of my mouth and grazed against my nose. Tiffany’s juice soaked cunt was grinding itself further onto my tongue. Not surprisingly I was fully aroused and my cock begged for attention. As Emma came against my foot, Tiffany lifted up from my mouth and squirted her simultaneous orgasm over my face. These twins were truly in synch! As they subsided, they both stood up and moved to my side. I had the glorious view of Emma and Tiffany red-faced from their exertion.



Apologetically they looked from my face to my now rampant cock before Emma said, “We are sorry to not be able to help you with that but it is Jacqui’s rule.”



Quickly they gathered a couple of cloths to clean up their juices from my face and foot before slipping on their dresses and covering my manhood with my gown. This lasted a couple of minutes by which time I had wilted a little. Tiffany took some delight in licking her lips while watching the tent my cock made as I stood up; it flexed briefly before settling down again. “Thank you for letting us be of service. We’d love to do this again for you sometime.”



“Well perhaps we can arrange for you to do some freelance manicure work for a friend of mine?”



I hoped my tone indicated that I would be booking their time under a female name — I was sure that my alter-ego Jessie would make the booking for me. I was curious to wonder if their female customers were as well treated by Tiffany and Emma as I had been. They got the hint and as they finished drying me off Emma said, “We look forward to meeting your friend!”



As we got to the door to leave they both pecked me on the cheek. “Where to next? A sauna perhaps?” Tiffany queried.



It seemed a good idea and so I nodded and she looped her arm into mine and escorted me to the door. Emma smiled and said, “See you later we hope.” There was almost a challenge in her voice but it was certainly a friendly challenge. Tiffany took me into the hall and we walked a couple of doors down until we reached a sign stating ‘Steam Room and Sauna’. Here she left me saying she was sure I’d be fine to spend some time in here and that the masseuse was just next-door. She gave a last dazzling smile and turned and left me.



I entered the room and it was as luxurious as everything else had been so far. The room was huge with several cubicle style rooms inside. There was soft music playing from some hidden speakers and the aroma of flowers softened the feel of the room. The steam room and sauna had doors leading into each. They were both about the same size; a few yards square and there was an en suite in another corner. I sipped my wine and then went to the bench near the door to put it down and leave my gown on the hook. I grabbed a towel from the pile on the end of the bench and wandered into the sauna.



I sat and tried to acclimatise to the stifling dry heat and soon I was comfortably relaxed on the bench. The heat eased its way into my body and I could almost feel my pores opening to allow the sweat to drip from me. The heat delved into my muscles and I could feel them releasing their tension and the relaxation was a delight. My reverie was broken as I heard the door to the main room close and a voice call, “Jason, where are you?”



I hadn’t heard the voice in a long while but I recognised Jacqui’s tone immediately. I got up and wrapped the towel around my waist and went out into the main room. “Hi Jacqui, I’m here.”



“Well hello! How have you been enjoying our hospitality? I hope the girls have all looked after you well.”



“Absolutely; it has been wonderful and they have all been so friendly, thank you.”



She sauntered across to where I was standing, carrying my drink. “Here,” she offered, and as I took the drink she added, “I thought I’d join you for a steam bath. Do you mind?”



I was not sure that my objection would have made much difference as she was already heading toward the steam room door and her dress was slipping from her shoulders. She stopped at the door and turned, naked, toward me and said, “Well are you coming?” The double entendre was clearly emphasized and I walked across to join her. She took my glass and sipped the last drop of wine and said, “You won’t need anything else to drink, or this.” And she tugged at the edge of my towel and it spilled to the floor.



We went into the steam room and the cloud of steam masked my vision momentarily, then I could see she had sat herself in the middle of the wooden slatted bench and beckoned me nearer. I stopped in front of her and she said, “I think we should pick up where we left off,” and then she splayed her legs to reveal the delightful view of her earring pierced cunt lips.



I was an automaton as I went down on bended knees to suckle and play with her jewellery. She sighed and then pushed me back slightly so that she could grasp the rings in either hand and pull her distended labia apart to allow me further access. “Drill me with your tongue and, if it is good enough, there will be a rather special treat for you. My girls know I have a ‘hands off’ policy with the customers but I also know they have trouble following that rule. I am forgiving as long as you can still come when you get to me. My masseuse does not have the same restriction and she will offer you some rather unusual pleasure.”

I didn’t need the encouragement but it was very intriguing. Jacqui obviously was aware that her girls weren’t abiding by the letter of that policy as I had now had sexual contact with everyone I’d met since the visit started but I still had a very sizeable desire after the blue-ball creating twins had finished with me. I burrowed further into the juicy folds of her cunt and she clamped my head in between her thighs as she reached her first climax. The struggle to breathe was heightened by the steam filled room and the pain of having to breathe through the nose while eating Jacqui was titillating by itself. She gradually released the pressure on my head to allow me to move and I looked up into her glazed eyes, noting for the first time the pierced nipples.



“Mmmm … that was nice! Do you like what you see? I can arrange it for you if you like. I know how sensitive yours are.” With that she reached out and started stroking my already hard nipples. “See how they feel first,” and she pulled on my nipples until I was standing in front of her and then she tugged me down to her ample breasts. I reached out and tugged on the rings in her nipples, a matching set to the ones below, and as I did this she reached out with one hand to stroke the length of my solid cock. She squeezed it hard as I pulled harder on the rings and we moaned our agonising pleasure in unison. The sweat was pouring from my body and the grip on my cock was lubricated with sweat.



“I want you to fuck me between the tits and yank on my rings!” She slid to one side and lay on the bench, pulling me toward and over her body. She nestled my cock between her mounds and squeezed them up to envelop my cock. I started to stroke back and forth and I gripped the rings in her nipples firmly between my fingers and tugged on them to lift her tits higher and create a deeper cleavage to fuck. Her joyous moans told me she loved the pleasure of this pain. After pulling on them several times I was able to see the engorged nipples straining against the gold rings. Jacqui groaned loudly as I thrust in and out. I looped my index finger through the right ring and then dragged the left over to loop it onto the same finger. I had created a closed valley to stroke my cock into and the nipples were stretched to only half an inch apart. This set off a screaming tirade from Jacqui. “Oh my God that feels wonderful! Fuck me harder; tear my nipples off. I want that pain.”



I was slamming into the bottom of her tits that quivered jelly-like and shoving my cock into her chin as she watched it enter and exit her cleavage. She somehow managed to sneak her hand around under me and grasped my balls that were already about to explode. She gave them the most incredible squeeze I have ever felt. I went cold and almost passed out from the pain but at the same time I exploded come all over her tits and face as I continued to thrust in and out. I was still pulling on her nipples without even realising it and she was screaming in orgasm at the same time. I fell against the wall in utter exhaustion and somewhere along the line I let loose the rings on my finger. Jacqui was not quite done yet.



Breathing in heavy gasps she said, “Now clean up the mess you left!” The demand was clear and the intent was too. She wanted me to know who was boss, even after giving her an orgasm like that one. She sat up as soon as I got off her torso and through the mist of the steam she gestured to her tits, neck, chin and mouth and said, “Well? Clean it off!”



I hardly hesitated as I leaned forward to lick the come from her sweat soaked cleavage. I made a point of sucking the rings in her nipples into my mouth and exploring their texture as they joined the nipple. It was an amazing sensation and I was tempted momentarily to think about getting this done to myself. It obviously heightened Jacqui’s pleasure. I was thorough and as I grew closer to her mouth, collecting strings of come, she started to murmur the sweet sounds of pleasure – she was enjoying this. My salty come and her sweat made an interesting cocktail and as I reached her lips she opened her mouth into a passionate, tongue-sucking kiss.



It stirred my cock to think that this was actually the first time I had kissed her. I hard sucked on her pussy twice and fucked her tits and now I had kissed that demanding mouth. When she had finished, for it was she who pulled away, she stroked my cheek and said, “That was almost worth another “Special” but I am sure that you enjoyed it too.” The casual stroke of my semi-hard cock emphasized the point. “I am sure that you will enjoy your massage; Amber has a rather unique way with men. Enjoy yourself.” She stood up and left me in the steam room and, by the time I was out of the room, she was gone. I stood naked for a moment before deciding a shower was a good idea.



I went into the en suite and ran a cool, refreshing shower. I stepped inside and relaxed under the pressure of the water. It had been an amazing day so far and Jacqui’s parting comment suggested it was not yet over. I enjoyed the warmth of the water and soaked up the luxury of the surroundings. The tapping on the door broke my reverie. It slowly opened and standing in the doorway was a very tall and athletically built woman with a deep suntan and dark hair. She wore the same uniform as all the others but there was something more defined about her features that yelled strength. She walked in and took a towel from the rail and gestured for me to step out of the shower. In her heels, she towered over me. I was no longer surprised that there was no feeling of guilt in my mind as I stepped naked from the recess and stood in front of another total stranger. She hadn’t said a word but there was a definite understanding about what was happening.



She stepped closer and I noticed the poise of her movement and I glanced at her firm full breasts where the name badge read “Amber”. She started to dry me, commencing with my chest and shoulders, then down my body. It was an asexual encounter but there was a distinct control about her motions and the pressure of her hands rubbing me dry showed the strength I had assumed from her stature. Once she had bent down and dried my groin and legs she walked around me to dry my back. Still not a word had been spoken. Finally she finished and she reached for my gown and assisted me with putting it on. She linked arms with me and we moved, at her insistence, toward the door.



She finally broke the silence with, “Have you enjoyed your visit so far Jason?”



“It has been wonderful,” I exclaimed.



“I am not surprised, what with all fun you have had with the girls today!”



I was rather stunned by the comment. “Oh relax, it’s alright. Jacqui and I have an understanding and she tells me about her ‘Specials’ in exchange for a little ‘special’ I do for her. I find out about the new visitors and sometimes I like to share with the other girls. Jacqui knows, and she doesn’t mind as long as her own needs are met and, from what I heard coming from the steam room, she should sleep well tonight! I occasionally make sure I keep on the other girls’ good side by giving them a hint about our customers’ special needs or desires.”



My mouth must have fallen open in the shock of this revelation that they all knew about me before I had even arrived. “Relax Jason, your secret is safe. In fact I suspect you will gain a few long-term benefits based on how, shall we say ‘responsive’ you have been today. I know the twins were impressed!” she said with a twinkle in her eye.



All this time we had been strolling from the steam room to another room next door. She opened it and led me in to another beautifully spacious area with a massage table as its central feature. At a quick glance I could see the orderly arrangement of the room, an open cabinet with an array of unusually shaped and coloured bottles. The aromatic candles gave off a soothing scent. The dim light of the evening made little impression through the stained glass window that featured some unusual patterns. She closed the door and turned to face me again.



“Here we reach the end of today’s visit with a relaxing massage.” The emphasis was more on the word massage than relaxing. Again, as if I was almost not there, Amber reached forward and took the sash from the gown allowing it to fall open and expose my nakedness to her view. This time she did take a long look up and down my body and it was such an incredibly sensual moment even without any sexual contact.



She eased the gown off my shoulders and to the floor and then gently steered me toward the table. It was covered in a soft towelling sheet. I eased my backside onto the table and she began. “Lay on your back with your feet straight and arms at your sides. This is where you let me do all the work. Just follow my instructions as we go and you will have a wonderful experience.”



I did as I had been told and lay back. I was naked and totally in the hands of this strong willed and bodied woman. The strength was noticeable immediately that she started to caress my temples. She had moved to the head of the table and leaned over me to commence the massage with my scalp and temples. Her fingers were strong but gentle as they stroked and dragged across my skin and eased what little tension there was in my body away. Time passed as I lay there with my eyes closed; I was in a little world of my own.



As she stroked she started to talk in a soft and sultry voice. “So I believe you enjoy the sensations of softness against your skin Jason?”



It took a second for me to realise she wasn’t referring to her fingers but my first encounter with Jacqui. I murmured an agreement, not knowing where this was leading exactly but fairly confident that it would be sexual. Her hands continued to drag the sinews of muscle from across my cheeks and under the eyes. “Have you been interested in dressing that way for very long?”



It was a much more direct question but with her fingers stroking around my mouth and chin I wasn’t sure that I was supposed to say much, so another murmur of agreement left my lips. The caressing fingers reached and tugged on my earlobes in an incredibly sensual manner. “It must be wonderful to be confident and relaxed like that as well as an amazing turn on!”



The voice was becoming husky and I looked up into her upside-down face as she leaned forward over me. Her breasts swayed gently inches above my head as she continued her massage of my chin and neck. She moved around to stand by my shoulder and from a blue flask she poured some oil into her hand and then rubbed the two together before reaching across me to stroke my neck and shoulders. The aroma was devastating! It could easily have been from any exotic port in the world and it was an attack of the nicest kind on the senses. Amber slowly moved her slickened hands across my shoulders to my chest, caressing my small breasts, and then she allowed her palms to brush across my nipples. They sprang to attention and the areolae leapt from my chest at her touch. I could feel every sensation of her movement. The dark surrounds of my nipples were protruding more than I had ever seen or felt before and they were sending a message in Braille that approved of the contact; Amber continued her caressing; “Jacqui said you had cute tits and boy are they sensitive!” The comment, added to the oils, made my cock spring to attention and I gasped at the suddenness of my arousal.



“My God what is that stuff?” I gasped.



“This? Oh this is my secret recipe that I only use when I really want to get a cock hard and keep it that way for a long time! It is made from a mixture of some herbs from Africa and my own cunt juice. You can taste me later.”



As she said the words the nipples were pinched in a vice grip and pulled and I gasped in pain and arousal. Her tone was casual but sexy and my cock was a steel post jumping away from my body and flexing with my pulse, upright against my stomach. I had never been so turned on in my life but there was obviously not going to be any early release. “Jacqui said you eat pussy very well but I prefer to be my own judge. So what is your favourite outfit when you cross-dress? Give me the details.”



I would not be escaping from the control of this woman for some time and, quite frankly, I didn’t want to. I tried to think over my wardrobe while her hands continued down my torso after torturing my nipples and caressing my breasts. The image came to mind of what I intended to wear to Penny and Lisa’s on Friday night. It was something I had thought through quite carefully not long after receiving Penny’s invitation. In a rather wispy voice, the best I could muster under the circumstances of Amber’s lowering caresses and nearing my erection, I began.



“I have a couple of friends, Lisa and Penny, who live next door to me and they have invited me to their place on Friday…”



“Oh they know about your preference do they?” I nodded. “Interesting! Go on.”



“Well I have already decided the outfit for the evening. I shall wear a sky-blue silk basque with matching lace panties. The stockings are very sheer black with seams and a butterfly motif embroidered into them on the calf. I have a cream silk blouse and a mid length skirt split to the thigh. I have to wear the two-inch black high heels as they are all I have apart from casual shoes at the moment.”



Amber’s hands had moved to my groin and were tugging on my trimmed pubic hair. “I must see you in that some time although I think the ladies would be more impressed with a dress … something that would expose a little cleavage. What’s the point of a basque if it doesn’t show off your tits and figure?” It was at that moment that one hand captured my scrotum and the other claimed a grip on my cock and stroked more of the oil into me. She didn’t even hesitate in her commentary, “Besides I doubt two horny women will want you dressed in anything other than the underthings you wear for the evening. They are going to play with you for sure!”



The image she had painted for me of Penny and Lisa and me in my finery was enough to send me over the edge. I came. The first blast flew into the air as Amber wanked my rock hard cock in her tight grip and it was followed by several others. The oils had created a gentle burning sensation in my balls and it seemed to intensify as I blew my load. I had cramps in my stomach from the intensity. She stroked me a few more times and my eyes came back into focus in time to see her release my cock and lift her hand to her mouth to lick the cum from where it had dribbled.



She lapped at the sperm while she gazed straight into my eyes. “Your turn soon!” she murmured. It was incredible to watch and then I noticed that, despite an explosive orgasm, I hadn’t wilted. In fact it was as hard as before. Amber saw my expression, “Ah yes, the oil does that rather well. You’ll be hard for a while yet don’t worry. Now turn over so I can do your back.”



I obeyed and rolled over. It was very uncomfortable at first trying to find a place for my rigid cock to sit without impaling myself. Quickly Amber’s hands were back on my neck and more oil was poured onto my shoulders and spread immediately. It was a warm sensation that filled the room again with her aroma.



“Rest your head on your hands and relax,” she told me. She slipped her hands around my shoulders and under my arms where she gently caressed the side of my breasts. I felt my cock flex at the touch and I tried to ease the pressure of my body weight pushing it into the massage table. I raised my hips slightly and instantly felt a stinging smack on my arse cheek, “Don’t move until you are told!”



The ache soon disappeared and became a tingling throbbing in my groin. She went back to playing under my raised arms and soon her oil slick hands easily slid under my body to caress my nipples again only this time her breasts were now firmly pushed into my back. The warmth of her body oozed through me. “They feel very aroused,” she whispered in my ear as she tugged firmly on both of my tits, clamping the whole nipple and surrounding flesh in a strong grip. As she did this she straddled my back and the warmth of her cunt centred itself on my spine. The juice and soft fuzz of hair told me she was naked though when she achieved this feat I had no idea.



Her hands stayed clamped to my tits and she ground her cunt into me as she moved back and forth riding my back. Soon she was nibbling and biting my ear and neck and she was laying full length on top of me, grinding me into the bench. My cock was drilling a hole in the bench beneath us both and I strained again to release the pressure by lifting my hips. A sharp nip on the neck told me not to move and she continued to slither down my body, still not releasing the now tender flesh of my breasts. She used her feet to push mine apart and she eased back to kneel between my legs. My nipples were released and the hands slid around my side to the small of my back. Her firm hands stripped the muscles of my back and pulled along the spine until they reached the top of my bum cheeks. There was a brief moment of stillness, as if she had disappeared, then the hands were back with a fresh supply of oil on them.



They commenced to massage my cheeks, starting at the top and firmly stripping through the muscle to my thighs and then returning to the top. I recognised this as what I had done to Lisa only days before. It was about now that I noticed the stained glass windows that I had seen when I came into the room. I remember that they seemed to be strange images. From my current position I could see why. The window was fitted sideways so that it could only be seen properly from a lying down angle. There before my eyes was a series of images of cocks in various stages of entry to a trim arse. Amber’s firm hands eased their way across my cheeks with her thumbs tracing my spine. Her palms pushed aside the cheeks and the thumbs grazed their way across my puckered back door just as I had to Lisa – I knew what was coming and I was excited at the thought.



The oil had that instant tingling feeling and I gave an involuntary jump. She pushed me down and returned her hands to the top of my bum for the motion to recommence. This time the thumbs slowed down at my anal ring and stroked around it while my cheeks were pulled apart in Amber’s hands. On the third occasion one thumb stroked the sphincter while the other nudged against it and pushed its way inside me. It probably only went in to fingernail depth but the sensation was delightful. The oil heightened every sensation in every nerve ending. I felt my puckered ring nibbling at the invading digit and found myself raising my hips and instinctively pushing back to take more. “So we enjoy this do we?” was Amber’s chuckling comment as she went through the exercise a fourth and final time.



“How does this feel then?” and as her thumb arrived at my chute she slowly slipped her thumb straight in to the hilt. I let out a grunt of amazed pleasure as my sphincter muscle briefly held against the invasion before accepting its destiny. My body was in the air now and I was head down on the bench. I arched my back and pushed against the thumb. Her fingers still maintained the steady pressure on spreading my cheeks. The thumb was rotating inside me as Amber withdrew it slowly and thrust it back in. Very soon we had a rhythm going of her plunging into me while I shoved back just like Dana’s strap-on dildo had penetrated me deeply months before. The sensation was extraordinary and stinging, tingling warmth had replaced the initial surprise. “My! My! You are a bum boy after all! Seems you are enjoying this a great deal. Ready for something a little larger?”



My groan of pleasure was enough for her to act and the thumb that was buried slipped out of my very well oiled anus to make way for something else. I had no idea what to expect. For a few moments there seemed to be no movement and then the trickle of oil down my crack lit up my senses. As it ran down into my open cavity the warmth grew. It ran passed my hole onto that tender skin between the anus and the balls. As it flowed onto my balls they sprang to life and I gasped at the pleasure of this amazing fluid. A solitary fingernail started to gently graze that sensitive perineum and Amber said, “Hold yourself open for me. I need both hands because you are going to explode in come very soon.”

Having graduated with a top degree in physiotherapy, I further boosted my status with a masters in sports injuries. With such a good qualification as well as the charisma to boot, I got a job in the city, working privately to build up my finances. By the age of 27 my reputation and experience meant I was earning £45 000 a year. However, as the usual stereotype will say, money and success isn’t everything. Something was missing and so I decided to pack up and make a new start. First things first, I left the city heading for a nice rural area, buying a 4 bedroom lucrative home. Apparently it was owned by a young professional footballer before being sold by his club.



The house had all the usual high quality features, from a spacious kitchen to a decked garden, however my favourite part of my new home was the hot-tub in the converted loft.



Despite being a dream home for me, the country road it was situated on was not all high-priced property. Again, it seemed like a nice balance of people all with different backgrounds.



The second part of my move, and obviously a very important aspect was continuing my career. I was extremely lucky in securing an adequately sized property to host my private practise. For this rural greenbelt town, a private physiotherapy clinic with state of the art equipment sounds bizarre, but again, because of my reputation and the calibre of my patients attending, word soon spread of my arrival.



So going back to moving in, because the move was a fresh start for me, I did not know many people, which meant I was able to settle my stuff in and arrange my home how I wanted it. I became familiar with the area, and a few of my neighbours. I gathered that to one side of me lived a friendly old couple who had been there for 40 years. To the other lived a younger couple, – Bob and Claire, and their two young children. I bumped into them a couple of times to which we made small talk. From what I gathered they seemed nice, although money seemed tight in their household and I once overhear them discussing the matter when sitting in the garden. Bob did not have a stable income, and with Claire looking after the children the onus for paying the bills was solely on Bob. About a month after moving in, I again overheard them again, this time in a more heated discussion. From what I could hear Bob had gone one too far this time, and resorted to ‘a small job’ and had stolen the hand bag of an old lady who had tripped in an alley way the previous night!



I was shocked merely at his lack of compassion for a helpless lady. My shock was shared by Claire’s, but from their conversation it was clear just how serious there lack of money was. I tried to forget this, however, the following day I was driving home from work when I saw a marked police car parked up outside. A policeman got out of the car and knocked on the neighbours door.



“Mr Richards?” the policeman began showing his badge as Bob opened the door, looking guilty as anything. I thought quickly and approached the two of them.



“Detective Superintendent Owens, Where were you last night between nine and ten?”, he quized Bob on.



“Err… I err..” Bob stutted.



I cut in confidently, “Jon Harding, I live next door, Bob was over at mine last night, we were watching the United game, what’s the problem?”.



“Oh, right, well we may have to ask you to confirm that in a statement for us”, the Inspector responded, a little shocked.



“No problem, here’s my card, my practise is just across the road from the police station I think.” I concluded before the policeman left. Bob and I waited for the sound of the officers car driving off, before we spoke.



“Thank you so much Jon, if there’s anything I can do just let me know!” Bob stated gratefully.



“Don’t worry, I haven’t eaten since breakfast so I need to dash, we’ll speak another time.” I responded as I walked over my front garden and opened the door. I had a work out in my home gym before taking a shower. I then had my tea and decided to sit on the decking in the garden as it was a really nice warm evening. Midway through my tea, Claire popped her head over the fence and asked if she could have a chat. I opened the side gate, and offered her a drink. She declined, and sat opposite me. It was only now that I began to notice that Claire was quite attractive. She had light brown hair tied up in a pony tail. She had a nice face, green eyes and a nice smile. Further south I noticed, without staring, she seemed to have quite nicely rounded breasts with a relatively smooth stomach. Considering Claire was a mother of two she had a great figure with nicely rounded hips. Essentially she had a healthy curvaceous figure. Anyway, I snapped back to reality as she began to speak.



“I just want to thank you for earlier, Bob told me what happened. I don’t think there is anything you don’t have, for us to offer, but we are truly grateful, and would at least like for you to come over for dinner one night this week?… That is obviously if you are not busy?” Claire said.



“Don’t worry, lets forget about earlier, dinner sounds lovely, I haven’t met too many people in the neighbourhood so would be nice to get out for a change.” I responded.



“That’s brilliant! Come over tomorrow!” She concluded as she got up and left with a smile.



The following evening, I called over there around seven. We must have got our times mixed up because Claire opened the door wearing just a towel, having just jumped out the shower. I was shocked and apologised, but she assured me it was ok and invited me in. I took a seat in the living room where her children were playing, whilst Claire scampered up the stairs to get dressed. A short time passed and Claire came in, now dressed in a thin summer dress going down to her mid thigh, as well as a cooking apron, which again, hugged her sexy figure. Bob then arrived home from work, and we made small talk.



Dinner went down well, Claire was obviously a good cook, and it was nice to have some company for a change. The kids had gone to bed, and the three of us continued to talk. By 10 o clock Bob yawned and I decided it was time to leave. We exchanged our goodbyes, Bob with a handshake and Claire with a peck of the cheek. She just smiled at me and I left, trying to keep her womanly smell in my system.



The next few days passed uneventfully and until the weekend. The summer weather continued and I decided to mow the lawn with the new mower I had brought. Without thinking I took off my t-shirt as the heat was getting to me. I continued the lawn before setting the engine to rest. It was only then that I looked up and noticed Claire by the fence. She looked gorgeous and was obviously also feeling the weather as she only had on a bikini. It was only now that I really started to crave her, and appreciated how sexy she looked. Her breasts were bigger than I first thought, and held up quite well considering two children. She was a knock out and was smiling in my direction.



“Fancy doing our lawn as well?” She asked jokingly.



“No problem” I responded, already lifting the mower and walking to the gate.



“I was only joking! You don’t have to do it!” she said slightly unsure of what to say.



“Don’t be silly, it’s no trouble at all, it looks like it could use a cut” I assured her, as I entered her garden, still topless as I brushed past her to get through the gate. I started mowing and within 15 minutes I was finished. The lawn looked ten times better, and Claire thanked me with a hug. Our bodies pressed up against each other, before she pulled away and handed me a cold glass of juice.



We chatted for a bit and she complained that she was often was bored of just looking after her house. I said she was welcome to use my home gym if she wanted, and after assuring her it would be fine, I gave her a spare key to the back door and said she should use it when she liked. She asked if she could do so now, and I accepted, adding that I would also do my work out for the day. I packed the mower away and showed her to the gym room. She was amazed at it, and started on the tredmill. We both did our work outs, still with me topless, and her in a bikini and shorts.



I noticed she was looking at me throughout, and when I reached the bicep curls, she commented on how toned I was. I smiled and said she also had a great body, to which her smile grew ever larger.



We both finished our workouts around the same time.



“Would you like to use the hot-tub?” I asked.



“Are you serious? You have a hot-tub? That would be amazing, I think I should shower off quickly though, I’m a little sweaty” she said with a grij.



“I also could do with a rinse before the hot-tub”. I showed her the shower and said I would wait outside.



“Don’t worry, we can both fit”. Claire responded with a smile. I was slightly unsure about whether we actually would, but I was not about to argue.



“Ok, if you’re sure” I responded as I set the power shower on and the steam begun to form. We both climbed in, and like I had thought, we were quite close together, what with my physique and her ample breasts. I looked at her awkwardly, to which she responded with a reassuring smile. She rinsed her hair, tilting her head back, and in doing so pushed her chest out. I could feel a stir in my trunks as my cock grew and became slightly concerned because of the size of my member. Before I could react or change my position, Claire turned round and leaned forward to reach for the shampoo. Her ass now pressed right up against my crotch, and in doing so sent my cock into overdrive. I was fully erect within a few seconds and I was absalutely certain that she could feel it. Not knowing what to do I froze, and left it up to Claire. I think she sensed this and started to grind up and down over my shaft. After a few strokes she turned and dropped to her knees as she tugged at my waste band.



Looking up at me smiling, she pulled out my 9 inch cock and gasped at the size. However, she was clearly determined to please me as she started to lick and kiss my cock head. By this time I was quite sure of what was to come, and decided to be more assirtive. I grasped her hair and started to bop her head down on my cock and she attempted to suck. She was a great cock-sucker and I could feel my balls tense up. Claire sensed this and increased the pace of her blow-job. I pulled her head off my cock and shot load after load of hot cum on her face to which she just licked her lips and continued to smile.



I was still hard after coming and Claire knew what I wanted. She stood up, turned her back to me and pulled her shorts down. She then reached behind and grasped my rock hard pole, as she guided it to her waiting pussy. I had have enough by this point, and decided to take control. I grabbed her round hips, and in one smooth stroke, drove my cock into her tight vagina.



“Ahh! It’s ripping me!” Claire screamed as my cock head hit the end of her vagina. I held still for a few moments to allow her to adjust to the size, before pulling out and beginning a rhymical slow hard fuck of my neighbour’s pussy.



“Hmm I feel so full. I’ve never had a dick so deep in me before, fuck me, fuck me”, Claire moaned.



“Yer you fucking love it don’t you! You love my cock pounding you don’t ya”, I responded.



“Oh yes, I do, fuck me, fuck your bitch hard, pound my cunt!” she countered. This really got me going, and I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into new territory. I felt her start to wobble as an orgasm hit, so I drove into her, jamming her against the shower wall as I continued my assault.



“Oh shit! I’m going to cum, ahhh… fuck me, cum with me!” she screamed. With this encouragement I stepped my pace up to top gear as I plunged in and out as my balls tightened. I grabbed her hips and forced my cock deep into her pussy as I shot stream after stream of fiery sperm into her fertile womb.



I pulled out of her and let her down as she sank to the floor of the shower. I regained my composure, rinsed myself off and left the shower to sit in the hot-tub. Claire appeared about 10 minutes later, looking quite flushed. She had put her shorts back on and headed for the door.



“I’m sorry, I need to go” she claimed quietly and swiftly left without me able to even say bye. I didn’t see Claire for the next week or so, I gathered she felt awkward about the situation and what had happened, however, I was sure that it would not be long before I would be fucking her again. About two weeks after I had sex with Claire, I passed by Bob as I was returning home from work.



“Jon! How are you doing mate, I was wondering, if you don’t have any plans of course, would you like to come over for dinner again tonight?” Bob said enthusiastically.



“That’s very kind of you Bob, I wouldn’t want to impose on you and Claire though” I responded.



“Don’t be silly, Claire won’t mind, it would be nice to hang out, would be nice to get to know you a bit”, Bob assured me. After hearing this I agreed, and said I would be round in about an hour.



I showered, and picked a bottle of wine out from the cupboard and headed next door. Bob answered the door, and invited me into the kitchen where Claire was.



“Nice to see you Claire, the food smells delicious!” I said with a grin looking at her cleavage.



“Thank you Jon, it will be ready in about 10 minutes”, she replied, as Bob announced he was going to get changed. He left, and Claire began to try and explain.



“Look Jon, I’m sorry about what happened, I got lost in the moment and I”, I cut her off with a kiss, as I pinned her against the kitchen work surface. I could feel her giving in and I knew I would be fucking this woman as soon as I could get her limp dick husband out the way. Thinking of the devil, I heard Bob come down the stairs so I broke our embrace and acted normally as he entered the kitchen.



We sat down to eat with Claire opposite me, I kept staring at her ample cleavage and occasionally stroked my leg up hers under the table. All of this oblivious to Bob. We chatted about various things, about our interests and about recent funny things.



“Do you ever go to any United games Bob?” I asked knowing what was to come.



“No not really, the ticket prices are so much now we just can’t afford it” he replied.



“Well I tell you what, I have a season ticket, but cannot go to the game tomorrow night, I have a high-profile footballer needing extra treatment, so have to miss the game. I think you should go, you will love it, the seat is brilliant!” I explained to his delight.



“Jesus, that would be amazing Jon! I really would love that!” Bob answered.



Unbeknown to Bob, or Claire, I didn’t really have a patient to treat the following evening. I waited until I knew Bob would be on his way to the game before driving home. I arrived about 6′o. clock, and went straight to Claire’s house. She opened the door in a dressing gown and looking very surprised.



“What the hell are you doing here?!” she exclaimed, but again, I ignored her pleas walked straight in, up the stairs and found the ‘master’ bedroom. She followed me up, and continued her protests.



“The kids are downstairs watching television, you have to leave now!” Claire exclaimed. I wasn’t having any of it and kissed her full on. Once again her defence soon weakened and she began to respond to my embrace. I was in charge this time, and I immediately removed her dressing gown. She was naked underneath and looking shagadelic! I wasn’t wasting any time, I grabbed her head and pulled her down to my erect cock. I quickly unbuckled my trousers and boxers and released my monster penis, which I thrust straight into her mouth. She gagged at first but soon got to grips with her job. After a couple of minutes I pulled her head off my prick and lay on Bob and her bed. Claire knew what was happening and came and sat on my pole.



“That’s right, ride my big dick, you fucking love this. Fucking me on Bob’s bed, whilst your kids are just downstairs! You love it don’t you!” I growled confidently as I squeezed her big tits.



“I do love it, I tried to fight it but I just need your prick. Everything about you is the best, I need a part of you inside me, and I can’t just have Bob’s limp dick hopelessly trying to please me! I need your monster, now fuck your bitch!” Claire whispered, looking straight down into my eyes as she rode me like a horse. She really started to bounce up and down on my prick as it invaded her deepest parts of her vagina. Her tits were really bouncing now as her ass slapped down on my hard cock. After about ten minutes of her riding my knob, I spun her onto the bed and entered her in one hard stroke. Again she let out a low moan as I filled her cunt with my pole. I scooped her legs over my shoulders to really give me good access for my assault on her.



After numerous orgasms for her, my balls tightened and I thrust into her for the last time. Buried deep in her womb I once again shot my massive load of cum into her craving pussy.



“Oh God that was so good! I’ve never ever felt so full in my life. I can’t not have your dick in me. I love it!” Claire sighed as she calmed down from her climaxing orgasm.



“Damn right you love it, from now on, I will fuck you when I want, and you will beg for it. You are my bitch now, and will do what I want you to.” I boasted.



“I will, I will do what you want, you can take me when you want, and fuck me how you like.” She responded as she kissed down my chest…

I’m not particularly special. I’m not shy or overt in nature, nor am I verbose in words. I take care of myself, go to the gym, eat relatively well and I put the right amount of gel in my hair. I have many friends, male and female and I’m fairly well-liked. I guess I’m average. Maybe I’m even boring. But I’m ok with that, because I can entertain myself with an excellent imagination.



I’m human. I like watching TV, having pizza and beer when the occasion calls for it (which is most weekends with my buddies), I watch porn and I like sex. I don’t have a girlfriend, but I’ve had my fair share of experiences. I have desires like any 20-something, confident, well-groomed, fairly good-looking (if I do say so myself) kind of guy and I like to entertain them.



Tonight, though, I have no plans, so I’m sitting in the dark on my couch, contemplating life. When I get like this — analytical and self-exploratory — I generally end up falling asleep before I can discern my next great advance in life. But for some reason, tonight I’m horny. I have no basis for this other than being of the male species. I didn’t see a particularly hot chick on TV who got my juices going, as they say. I don’t even have someone to think about while I jack off to whatever images I may see or conjure in my mind’s eye. I just noticed that I’m rock hard for no specific reason and I’m marveling at the incredible sight that is my cock in my hand.



It’s somewhat pathetic that I’m home alone, doing what I’d rather be doing with the girl next door. Not literally… That’s just a figure of speech. Or is it? Now that I think of it, there’s a pretty hot new neighbour who I’ve seen jogging up and down the street, ass tight in her Lulu Lemons, tits bouncing as she runs. She has tight abs, smooth legs, and a long, dark ponytail that she wears loosely on top of her head, with strands falling around her almond-coloured face. Her eyes are dark and piercing, which I’ve only noticed because she’s waved a few times when she’s seen me on the stoop as I’ve collected the morning paper.



I have no idea what her name is, but right now, my cock doesn’t care. I’m not even aware of it, but I’ve taken myself completely out of my boxers, my eyes are closed and my hand is moving slightly faster on my dick than it was thirty seconds ago. The neighbour is in my mind and suddenly, the tank top she normally wears has become a lacy, black bra. Her capri Lulu’s are a matching thong and she’s in my living room. I can’t imagine this would ever really happen. I’m not special, but I guess I’m not bad. Maybe I should give myself more credit, because there she is and the wetness I feel on my fingers could very well be either of us.



She must be thirsty after her run, because, dressed in her barely-there’s, she grabs a glass of water and drinks most of it down in a few seconds. The rest, she dips her fingers in and splashes her face, and beads of water drip onto the roundness of her upper breasts. Did her tits just go up a size? Yes, I think they did. She smiles at me seductively, because, really, there’s no other way for me to imagine this. She sees me lazily sitting on the couch with a hand on my cock and she looks almost disappointed that it’s not her doing the work. She moves toward me and I’m getting excited, wondering what she intends to do. She can only want to please me in every way imaginable, given that this is my fantasy. My pre-cum is oozing in anticipation and I am forced to take my hand off of myself to allow her to get to work.



She doesn’t take her sharp eyes off of mine, which drives me wild and makes me anxious at the same time. She’s now kneeling in front of me, my legs spread and she has a coy smile that tells me that I’m going to enjoy this, as if there was another choice. She slowly reaches out and takes my hard dick in her hand and I shiver at her light touch. With her thumb, she ever so slowly swirls my juices over my head and the electricity shocks me. I groan and wonder where the sound came from, as I was fairly sure that I was not a moaner.



Enthused by my response, she leans forward, not diverting her gaze from my face until she has no further choice and suddenly, my cock is in her warm mouth. Barely moving, she tickles the head with her tongue, circling it, pressing against its most sensitive underside. Even more slowly, she begins to swallow me, pushing my shaft deeper into her mouth, all the while, washing me with broad strokes of her tongue. Her hand is pushed to the base of my dick and when she comes up for air, it mounts with her, pumping me so infuriatingly slowly, once, twice, three times until she gingerly takes me in again. I can’t help but push my hips up toward her and I cringe each time she pulls away. I want her to work her faster and make me cum all over her face, but at the same time, I find myself enjoying this tantalizing tease more than I thought I would. Whose fantasy is this, really?



In clear efforts to cause my inevitable insanity, she sits back on her heels and smiles in a way that tells me she is gaining some pleasure in this torture. She begins to rub her hands over her chest, pushing her tits together and up, revealing cleavage and a small beauty mark that I just noticed above her bra on her right breast. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps the delicate lace barricade and allows herself to fall out of her bra, heavy and pert. Her nipples are hard; her breasts perfectly round, with some give, proving naturalness in their sway. She takes a moment to pinch her nipples and she groans as she does, her head falling back, revealing her deliciously appetizing neck. She enjoys the moment and her own touch and now I want to touch her. I don’t get the chance, though, because she has other plans.



Leaning forward again, she places my desperate cock in between her tits and begins to rub them against me. My pre-cum is doing its job in coating her and the lubrication allows for easy gliding through her ample cleavage. She’s looking down and enjoying the show, which makes two of us. My hips have a mind of their own and I can’t control myself as I start to thrust into her. My angle is off, so I push myself closer to her from my seat on the couch. Although I have little leverage, I use every muscle I can to move with her as she bounces her tits up and down on my shaft.



I don’t have enough control like this and maybe I like that in some way, but I think I want more. I stand up and for a moment, I’m held hostage, as she instantly takes me in her mouth again and starts sucking fast and hard. Where did this come from? I can’t move, nor do I want to and I watch her take me all in. I don’t hold her head, but I caress it as she swallows me, twirls her tongue around me, pulls me out and takes me in again.



She moves even faster and I’m starting to buck wildly, feeling myself get out of control. She doesn’t stop, not for a second and she sucks me hard, with fervour and desire. I can’t help pulling her head into me, now and she doesn’t object. I feel her swallow against me, hot, slippery and soft and the next instant I feel myself against the roof of her mouth, hard and rough. Her teeth barely graze me, but it doesn’t hurt and the changing sensations are nearly sending me overboard. Her tongue is magical, like fairies or gypsies or a fucking blowjob goddess and I think there must be a light emanating from her mouth that feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I drive myself into her face and I don’t know how, but she never breaks her rhythm and I’m going to burst…



Her hand is on my balls… Holy shit, that feels so good… and we’re both making sounds that could only mean an impending explosion. Her other hand is on her tits; one then the other, then back and she’s roughly squeezing them. The pleasure she’s deriving from her own actions throws me into a near rage and I want to cum all over her.



Man, those breasts look good. I can’t decide if I want to fuck her, let her blow me to oblivion or shoot my load on her body just so I can watch her get off on the sheer act of causing me such enjoyment. I opt for the latter and although it’s hard to stop her assault, I gently guide her onto her back, groaning as she strives to keep my cock in her mouth while we move. Now I’m straddling her face, but I don’t want to choke her. I pull back and with a pillow under her head (how did that get there?), she darts out her tongue and continues to lick my head in earnest.



I have little patience left, so I shift myself down her body, until I’m just over her glorious tits. I start jerking myself again and I feel the wetness from her mouth still on me, which drives me absolutely wild. I rub myself on her chest, slathering her in our combined juices and I roughly push her breasts together over my dick. She envelopes me easily and assists me with her own hands, aware of what I’m trying to accomplish. I’m too close to stop and I start to buck my hips faster, thrusting between her bouncing tits, seeing my cock push out the top. She greets each drive with her tongue, flicking it against me with a heat that’s nearly intolerable. I feel myself getting tight and my cockhead is purple with rage. She pinches her nipples, moans, screams and calls my name as I get closer and closer… I pound her harder, coating her tits with more pre-cum than I thought possible. With one, two, three more thrusts, I cry out in a release that knocks me forward and I have to plant one hand next to her head to prevent myself from falling on her. I cum all over her tits, her face and her hair and she licks her lips to taste my explosion. Her breathing is as heavy as mine and as we slow our pace and my dick begins to calm, I rub it along her breasts for one last beautiful view of our entanglement.



I realize that she hasn’t cum. I realize that I still don’t know her name. I realize that my stomach is drenched, as are my knuckles and the top of my boxers. I’m sitting on the couch and I’m spent, my cock in my hand, my house dark and I’m alone. I smile, relieved and relaxed. I’m not particularly special and I may even be boring. But I have one hell of an imagination.

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