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Once upon a time there was a Princess called Sandra. Her father the king doted on his daughter even from the moment she was born and began giving her gifts from that very moment. Gold, jewels, toys, ponies, anything the Princess could ever have asked before she even could ask. Upon her eighteenth birthday the king noticed that she seemed disconsolate and sad though she was surrounded but priceless gifts. The king in his wisdom thought, I will give her a fool to sing songs and cut capers to amuse her.
The fool was a young dwarf named Ledger. He was short of arm and leg, but his torso was the size of a normal man’s. He was black haired, bearded and dressed in fools checks including pointed hat and shoes. Ledger was not terribly bright and had never been educated in the ways of love because he was not handsome or clever, but he could sing and turn hand springs so the king thought he would be the perfect fool for his daughter.
Now Princess Sandra, though she was very beautiful, had been a cruel child from birth and had only grown worse as she aged. She had discovered that her tutors and the young men of the court were easily distracted by flashed glances of her ripening bosom, or her gracefully shaped leg and that while they were distracted she could get away with the most outrageous offenses. She delighted in sexually teasing all the men of the court and delighted more in knowing that they all desired her.
Ledger the dwarf seemed the exception. Though he was often in Princess Sandra’s presence, even when she was in various states of undress, he never seemed to notice her, therefore Sandra took his neglectful attitude as a challenge.
One of Ledger’s duties in the Princess’ chamber was to empty the night jar in the morning, but Princess Sandra began complaining about the smell of the jar, which was left under the bed in case of need in the depths of the night. “I want the jar emptied before I retire,” she said, so Ledger began waiting outside the her bed chamber until she had used the night jar. When Sandra was finished she would call Ledger and he would go in, carry out the used jar and replace it with a clean jar.
One night Ledger was waiting outside the bed chamber when the woman who had been Princess Sandra’s nurse and personal maid-servant since birth came out and, with a sour look upon her face said, “the Princess wishes you to come in now.”
Ledger followed the nurse and found that Princess Sandra was still squatting over the night jar. Her head was down and her lovely red-blond tresses hung loose down each side of her face. Her night dress was pulled up to her waist and her knees were wide open so that the dwarf could see her royal cunt in all its ginger fringed glory. As he watched a golden stream hissed from the slit and rang as it splashed into the metal night jar.
At last the steam dwindled except for two further squirts and a dribble. Princess Sandra looked up and startled as though she was unaware that Ledger had been watching her. She sprang to her feet, letting her night dress fall to cover her legs and pointed at the dwarf. “You have commited a grave offense Ledger,” she said. “No one is allowed to see my royal pussy save my husband when I marry. To gaze upon it is to be sentenced to death!”
Ledger hardly understood. The seeing had not been his falt! He fell to his knees and began begging that the Princess forgive him.
At last she relented and said, “You may have my forgiveness if you will crawl to me and wipe my royal pussy with your tongue.”
Ledger was afraid, but he did as the Princess commanded. He crawled forward on hands and knees until he had reached the hem of her night dress and stopped. He glanced up to see her smiling a cruel smile and in an instant she pulled up her night dress, and again squatted, knees open. Ledger crawled forward until his face was between the silken thighs and his mouth was an inch from her cunt. The fleshy outer lips of it were stretched open the width of a finger, pushed aside by the lush inner lips which were slightly swollen with anticipation. The salty sharp aroma of piss came from it to Ledger’s nose and the deeper, richer perfume of her excitement was beneath the piss smell.
“Lick it clean,” she commanded, and he did so.
The feel of his tongue sliding between the lips of her pussy was so intense that Sandra whined at the pleasure of it and the sound brought her out of the sexual reverie. She remembered she was Princess Sandra and suddenly stood leaving Ledger still on his hands and knees with his head between her ankles.
“Now, take out my night jar,” she commanded. She turned and stepped up on the step stool beside the high four post bed and climbed in. She pulled the bed curtain so imperiously that Ledger and the nurse were left standing not knowing what more to do. At last the nurse indicated the night jar and Ledger picked it up and took it out. As Ledger emptied the jar and washed it he could not help but think of Princess Sandra’s parted knees; of the satin smooth thighs that his cheeks had brushed; of the soft ginger curls of hair upon her cunt; of the sharp piss stink of it, or the salty sweet taste of it that was still on his lips. His cock reacted to his memory and grew harder yet as he returned to the bed chamber with the clean night jar.
The nurse, who spent the night seated upon a stool beside the princess’ bed in case she should be needed, met the dwarf at the door of the chamber. She reached out and took the night jar but her eyes were fixed lower—upon the considerable lump in the front of Ledger’s pantaloon tights. “What have you there sweet dwarf?” she asked.
Ledger glanced down between his legs and saw that his pantaloons were indeed bulging. His manhood was hard and thick, and he could feel the heat of it radiating back into his stomach.
“Here,” whispered the maid, who was quite fat, but still lovely. “Come in and sit quietly until the princess is asleep and I will help you with this.” She carefully touched Ledger’s bulging manhood with her finger. It sent a thrill of pleasure through him.
A little while later when soft snores could be heard from behind Princess Sandras bed curtains the maid reached over to pet Ledger’s now shrunken cock. “Ledger, you helped the Princess, now will you help me with something?” She smiled.
The dwarf nodded.
The nurse maid stood and pulled Ledger to his feet.
When Ledger stood before the nurse his face reached just a little below her waist and when the nurse saw this she smiled. “You will be perfect,” she said and lifted her voluminous skirt high and dropped it over Ledger’s head.
Beneath the skirt the air was warm and humid and there was a peculiar aroma which Ledger recognized . It made made his already cock harden and begin to throb.
“Ledger,” the nurse said. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” he answered.
“Good. I want you to kiss me between my legs.”
Ledger remembered the curly nest between Princess Sandra’s legs and the delicious aroma of it. That same delicious aroma now seemed to come from the nurses pantaloon covered privates, and it did make him want to press his lips to them, so he did. He kissed the cloth, and the flesh beneath with all his might. The smell of it was wonderful, and his lips, which were dry with nervousness, found that the cloth was damp.
“That was good Ledger, but now you must hunch down a little and find the slit in my pantaloons through which I pee. It is more underneath and between my legs.” And as she said that she obliged him by setting her feet wider apart so that he could reach the area she was talking about.
Ledger found the slit and reached up with his small hands to open it wider. In the dim light that reached beneath the nurse’s skirt he could see that her feminine parts were like those of the Princess’, but not completely. Around these lips there were threads of curly blond hair, and some of those curls were damp and they stuck to the flesh in darkened ringlets.
“I can feel your fingers Ledger, and that is good, but now I want to feel your tongue. Lick me there Ledger. Ledger did as he was told and began licking. He ran his tongue from the top front of the nursemaid’s pussy where the blond curls were thick, down across the swelling little nub, between the flaccid purplish inner lips, past the opening of her womb and to the puckery part of her asshole. He did not like that part. It tasted and smelled different and not nice or delicious like the rest of her pussy.
The nurse maid pushed out her breath in a moaning gust each time Ledger’s tongue crossed the swelling nub and when he took a moment to rest his tongue and instead gently sucked on that small point the maid’s hips suddenly jumped forward then came back to his mouth and she whispered urgently, “Oh Yes Ledger, Oh Yes! Do that more.”
After a few moments the nurse began shaking and moaning and a trickle of salty sweet juice came from her open pussy to run down Ledger’s chin. The nurses pantaloons were wet all around the pee opening both from Ledger’s saliva and from the nurses juices, and the smell of it was so delicious it made the dwarf’s head spin as though he had been drinking brandy.
“You may stop now Ledger.” She said and lifted her skirt to let him out.
Ledger came out and the nurse saw that his chin and the front of his doublet were wet with her juices and she smiled. “You have done well small one.” She dropped to her knees and kissed him on the mouth then carefully licked all her own juices from his chin.
“Now then,” she whispered a moment later. “I must help you with your problem,” and she ran her chubby fingers over the bulge in the front of his tights. She picked him up and stood him on the high stool where the Princess had stepped to climb into bed. She turned him around so that he faced out. When he was standing the nursemaid undid his doublet then pulled down his tights to let his swollen cock spring free.
Ledger’s cock seemed enormous because of the small size of his body, and indeed it was larger than the average man was, but it was truly not the pole it appeared. Still, when it sprang free the maid’s eyes popped open with delighted surprise.
“My God,” she said. “You are well hung for so small a boy.” She reached out and stroked the head of it, as she would have the head of a puppy. “I have a sheath for this sword,” she continued, “But no time now to fit it. Instead we will simply sharpen it for now.” She bent herself down and moved her mouth toward Ledger’s cock.
The dwarf was surprised and frightened. His stiff cock drooped into flaccidity and he fell back against the bed trying to get away from the gobbling jaws. He thought the nurse was going to bite his cock off. “No dear nursey,” he cried. “Do not bite my sausage off! I will not be able to pee! I will have to squat like a woman!”
The nurse pulled her head away. “Shh! You must be quiet,” she whispered. She was astonished at what the boy said. ” Foolish boy, I will not bite you. Instead I will send you to heaven. Do not worry I will not hurt you, but you must be quiet.” And with that she lowered her head and took the whole of his soft penis into her mouth and began to suck gently. In a moment the stiffness which had been lost to fear returned, and the nurse could no longer take the whole of his swollen cock into her mouth.
The feeling of the nurse sucking; of her tightened lips sliding up and down the shaft; of her rough tongue cupping itself around the bottom of the shaft, was like delicious fire to Ledger. It burned in his balls and the fire rose up into his belly.
As the nurse continued to run her tongue around the head of Ledger’s shaft she brought her hand up and cupped his balls. Her first finger extended and softly stroked behind them at the place between his balls and his ass hole. The touch caused his balls to draw up into tight knots like coiled springs, ready to jump forth.
Without conscious will Ledger began to hunch his hips forward, humping the nurses mouth, until, on one stroke he pushed too far and the nurse pulled away, gagging.
“You must let me do it Ledger,” she said. “If you try to fuck my mouth as you will some day fuck my cunt you will choke me.”
“I am sorry dear nursey. I could not help it.”
“I know sweet dwarf. I know, and for that reason I must help you.” She wet her chubby fore finger. “”Stand with your legs more apart,” she said.
Ledger did as he was told and when he was standing, short legs akimbo the nurse carefully pushed and twisted her wet finger up his ass hole.
The feeling of the finger was not unpleasant, and might even have become pleasantly exciting if Ledger had had time to enjoy it, but the nurse gave him no such time, instead she once more began to suck gently on his swollen cock. This time she let her tongue slide forward on the underside of it and the flicking, caressing tip of it massaged the delicate sensitive area right behind the head. At the same time she moved the finger inside Ledger’s ass until she touched a place which caused Ledger’s knees to go weak with pleasure.
Only a few licks and a few finger strokes brought the dwarf to the edge of release. He felt the pressure building up, his guts clenching, his breath coming in short sobs and suddenly he burst forth. A fountain of pleasure squirted from his cock and the amount was so great that, though the nursemaid tried to swallow every drop she could not, and streams of pearly cum dribbled from each side of her mouth
At last she took her mouth away and slowly pulled her finger from Ledger’s ass. The dwarf almost collapsed when he was released. The nurse smiled and Ledger saw that there were still gobs of his pearly cum on her chin and that sight made his knees even more rubbery.
“I will teach you much sweet dwarf.” Anna said stroking her finger down the side of his face. “Yes indeed I will.”
After that first time Princess Sandra made Ledger clean her cunt with his tongue every night. Ledger, having learned much from nurse Anna about how to kiss a woman’s neather reigons, took more and more time with his task and Princess Sandra found more and more reason to have the dwarf near her. Sometimes she would slip away from her tutors with the excuse that she needed to relieve herself and she would make sure Ledger was there to lick when she was finished.
Often at night the Princess would allow Ledger to lick her with his new found skills until the shuddering electricity of orgasm shot through her then she would climb into bed and sleep deeply. These nights were the nights the nurse looked forward to most, for on those nights when the Princess was deep asleep she would begin stroking Ledger’s short leg, which was a signal between the two that soon there would be pleasure. They quietly petted and kissed until enough time had passed to make sure the Princess was asleep before moving on to more physical and sometimes more noisy pursuits.
One night Ledger and the nurse-maid began their play, kissing and petting until they thought Sandra asleep, then the nurse-maid got down on the floor on all fours and lowered her front half down onto the carpet so that her plump round bottom stuck up in the air. Ledger then stepped behind her, lifted her volumous skirt up and laid it on her back and pulled down her pantaloons to expose the smooth white globes of her ass. They reflected the soft glow of the single candle like fine satin and Ledger softly stroked them and kissed them.
Nurse moved her knees a little apart to open the way for Ledger’s small hands to pet between them and he did so, first smoothing the curls then squeezing the flesh of the Mons du Venus beneath the curls. After a little he began to squeeze and stroke the lips of Nurse’s pussy and to dip his short fingers into her pussy to bring out some of the shiny, slippery tears of Venus that were inside her. He brought his wet finger to his mouth and tasted the salty sweet fluid and smiled, then bent and buried his face between Nurse’s ass cheeks and began lapping at her pussy.
Unbeknownst to them Princess Sandra had been awakened by an inadvertant moan of passion and watching them through a tiny hole in the bed curtain. Now as the Princess watched Nurse Anna’s plump behind hunched back to meet Ledger’s mouth she sat back upon her heels, opened her knees wide and lifted her nightdress. She began stroking her smooth finger up and down her pee slit. As Princess Sandra stroked herself a moan of “Yes! Oh yes! Sweet Ledger!” Came from Nurse Anna. The Princess leaned over and put her eye to the hole in the bed curtain. Ledger had just pulled his face back from Nurse Anna’s pussy and his silky beard was dripping with her love nectar and the sight of this almost made the Princess cry out. Her fingers were beginning to be wet with her own juice.
Ledger pulled down his tights and his swollen cock sprang free. Nurse did not move but remained in the same kneeling position with her round behind in the air. The dwarf stepped forward between her shins and moved the purple head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass.
“OH Sweet dwarf,” nurse whined, “Do not tease! I am wet and wanton. Put your lovely dick into me until it bumps my joy spot!”
The words were no more than spoken when Ledger rammed his pole into the gapping wet slash of Nurse’s cunt.
Watching every move before her, Princess Sandra stopped moving her finger up and down her own swollen and dripping cunt and began concentrating on the hard little point of pleasure at the top of her inner lips. She flipped it back and forth with her finger tip then alternated that with a hard stroke which pushed the knob against the bone beneath the flesh. The feeling was electric— shooting bolts of pleasure through her.
Ledger, mean time, was thrusting his hips forward and Nurse was thrusting her hips up and back to meet him and with each thrust she let out a tiny groan of pleasure.
Ledger had learned control from Nurse and now he held himself back though he desperately wanted to squirt his thick white cream into the depths of Nurse’s pussy. He had actually done so a few times, but she had told him he must not do that any more so, after he had been pushing himself in and out of her dripping cunt for a long time and could hold back no longer, he withdrew his sword from Nurse’s sheath just as the purple knob of it erupted and shot creamy white jism so far that the first spasm splatted against the wall paper above Nurse Anna’s head. The other clenches squirted gobs of the luscious white nectar onto Nurse’s naked bottom where it began to slide lazily down between her ass cheeks and toward that dripping slit that was it’s true destination.
Princess Sandra watched all this in fascination as she twiddled her own clit. When Ledger’s cock erupted she could almost feel the warm wetness of it on her own body, and she suddenly envied her nurse, and the envy gave her boldness and she threw open the bed curtains to reveal herself.
Ledger and Nurse were caught and they began to try to gather their clothes back to order so as to run away, but the Princess said, “Stop! I command you not to run or it will go hard with you.”
Nurse Anna was the first to come to her senses and throw herself to her knees before the Princess. “Your Forgiveness Highness,” she begged. “We only were playing a game.”
“And a lovely game it was too. Stand up and take off all your clothes Nurse. I would see some more of this game.”
“But Princess –” Nurse began to protest.
“Play the games I tell you or I will tell my father the King and no doubt you will lose your heads.”
Nurse turned pale and began taking off her clothes.
“Now Ledger, ” said the Princess. “Come here.”
The Dwarf, still clutching his clothing together and barely covering his now shrunken cock, went to Princess Sandra’s bedside.
“You have been my personal fool for as long as I can remember Ledger. Amuse me now by taking off your clothes and climbing up onto the bed beside me.”

[This story involves lots of nudity, oral, vaginal, ff and ffm. It involves honesty about sex within a family, and more than one family. No incest. Most of the sex is one-on-one and some of the sex is in triads. Just how much of the story is fantasy is up for conjecture. Part of the story is true.]
Sitting at the table after breakfast we sipped coffee and talked. Charlie and Sue talked about heading north into Canada for the middle of summer. Paul and Elaine were going home in the morning to Seattle. Bert said he needed to get to his sister’s before her son graduated. Holly and I listened. I knew it was time for us to move too, but we hadn’t talked about it.
“Nick, have you thought about where next?” Charlie asked.
“If I was alone it would be one thing, but Holly and I need to talk before anything is decided. We also need to sell her rig. I don’t like the idea of driving two rigs down the road if we can avoid it.”
Bert looked at me and then at Holly. “How much do you want for it?”
Holly looked at him and said, “About fifty-five. It isn’t even a year old and only has nine thousand miles. At fifty-five I’ll do just a little better than pay it off.”
“Will you take a check?” Bert looked serious. Alice had a strange look on her face as she watched Bert.
“That would depend on who wrote the check.”
“Do you have a bank account somewhere that has a local branch here?”
“Yes, but you have an RV.”
“I do. If I buy yours I need for you to deliver it. We can get dressed and go into your bank and handle the transaction. Then, when you leave Sandy Shores you can drive to drop the rig off and continue on your adventure with Nick. You’ll have fifty-five in the bank and Nick in your arms. What do you say, deal?”
Holly didn’t hesitate. “Deal!” She stood up. “Nick has an appointment that will take until almost noon. On our way back from town let’s get a pizza for lunch and meet here at the table at noon.”
Alice spoke up. “Bring a salad too. That way I won’t eat so much pizza I can’t fit in my skin anymore.” She laughed and pinched the skin at her waist. She got a little pinch, but not much. Breakfast ended and we each went off to take care of our business. I had ten minutes before I needed to be in the women’s shower by my rig. I followed Bert.
At the door to his rig I stopped him. “Maybe Alice knows what you’re up to but I don’t. I’m thrilled that the RV is sold but why are you buying it?”
“Easy. Alice has a brother and he loves the outdoors. He runs a shelter for battered women. He makes ends meet but buying an RV won’t ever happen. I made a good living and I can afford the fifty-five as long as it’s for a good cause. In this case, two good causes. He did us a great favor a few years ago and this is the perfect way to say, “Thanks.” We will be going to his house to deliver it. We really don’t have a house anymore.”
“Wow! A fifty-five thousand dollar thank you. He must have done something wonderful.”
“He stopped two guys from raping our fifteen year-old daughter.”
“Yes, I see what you mean. He deserves a great reward.”
Alice was heard from inside. “You see why I love Bert? He is my hero!”
“You better get inside. I’d hate for you to miss the reward I think is waiting for you inside.”
I walked to the shower on time. The woman was waiting for me. She was tall, almost six foot, and tan all over. Her bush was trimmed and covered her vulva in a dark, thick, brown triangle of hair. The hair on her head was slightly lighter in color and hung in waves to the middle of her back. Her body showed the signs of age that say not all the roads she’d traveled were paved, but none of those signs detracted for her healthy look and her smile was warm. On her chest her breasts hung, gravity had overcome perkiness and aimed her nipples towards the floor. On a nearby bench I saw a soap holder, a shampoo bottle, a can of shaving gel, two razors and a towel.
“Where are your friends?”
“I warned them not to arrive one second before their time. This time is mine.”
“Then we should begin.” I turned on the water and picked up the bar of soap. When the water was as hot as I wanted, I gently pushed her under the spray. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her.
After a moment of surprise she returned the kiss and even became the aggressor. Her hands found my cock and began to stroke it. I stopped the kiss and the stroking.
“We are here to shave your legs and pussy. When that is done, we will tend to that need too.”
My hand lathered her body from top to bottom and then moved down her legs. I moved her out of the spray and used the gel to cover her legs. With long deliberate strokes I shaved her legs and used my hands to assure I didn’t miss any hairs. Then I covered her bush in gel and worked it in with my fingers. I was kneeling on the floor and her hands held my head, for balance, I believe. When the gel was worked in well I lifted the razor and slowly shaved her smooth. My fingers manipulated her skin, pushing and stretching it so I could shave her very smooth.
“Put your foot up on the bench,” I instructed.
She watched me as she complied. I leaned a little and rinsed the razor in the spray from the shower. I shaved the edges of her slit, using my fingers to assure I got every hair. As I shaved I also stroked my fingers along her crease and occasionally into her vaginal opening. Each time I entered her wet opening she moaned. I turned her to face the bench and softly said, “Bend over and hold onto the bench.”
When she did as I asked, I spread her legs and lathered her from the bottom of her pussy to her anus. The razor and my fingers found every hair and banished them for the day. I thought about pushing her quickly to an orgasm and thought better of the idea. I stood up and helped her to stand. I put her hands on the shower head and said, “Hold this.”
I got the new razor and lathered her underarms. She squirmed and said it tickled a little. With a little work I positioned myself so my cock was touching her newly smooth slit.
“Concentrate on my cock touching your smooth pussy.”
“Can I let him in?”
“Not yet. Just tell me how it feels and what you are thinking.”
As she talked I shaved her smooth. Her concentration kept her from being tickled. When I was done I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into her pussy, tongue first. Her knees got weak and I helped her lie back on the bench. I licked all the freshly shaved skin and the tender pink that had been hidden. When I sucked on her clit for a second she tensed and grabbed my head. Her legs went around my head and shoulders and she moaned loudly.
“Oh, Sweet Jesus! That is so good! Don’t stop! Suck on my lips!”
Her body went rigid and she held her breath. When she exhaled it came out as a deep guttural sound unlike a sound a woman would ever make in public. She shuddered and shook for a long time. I held her and rested my head just above her pussy as she came back to normal.
When she was back she untangled herself from me and knelt in front of me. Her mouth opened and my cock disappeared in one motion. She did not gag. Her head moved back and forth taking all of me with each stroke. Her suction was strong and I knew from the sensations I was having that I would not last long.
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth, on your body or inside your body?”
‘In my mouth!” At least that’s what I thought she said. She still had my cock in her mouth when she said something and since she didn’t let go of my cock I made that mean she wanted me to give her my load in her mouth.
I didn’t fill her mouth but I gave her all I had. She didn’t swallow immediately. When she did she followed up by cleaning every molecule of my gift from my cock. I helped her stand and we rinsed off one last time. As she stepped out of the spray one of her friends walked in.
“It’s ten-thirty. My turn.” She carried a towel and two razors. As the first woman toweled off I asked, “By the way, what is your name?”
She dropped the towel on the floor, walked to me, embraced me, kissed me and said, “Donna. Anytime you want me just call my name. I’ll come running.”
I knew it was from a song, but she felt good and I believed her. She ended the embrace, found an envelope that she handed to me, picked up her towel and left. Her friend had showered and washed her hair while I said good-bye to Donna.
I brought her out of the spray and lathered her legs and pussy with the gel. When I applied the gel to her pussy I noticed that her hair looked freshly trimmed. I didn’t say anything but set straight to my task. The first razor took good care of her legs. I stood and had her hold her arms over her head. I shaved the stubble from her underarms and from the way she moved and the noises she made I knew that playing in her pits turned her every which way including loose. When I was done with her underarms I put her under the spray and held her arms up over her head with my hands. She looked in my eyes and watched as I slowly bent my head until my face was in her underarm. I kissed her there.
She moaned and tried to get me to release her arms. I did not let go. I licked and kissed her pit and then worked across her chest sucking nipples as I passed until I was lavishing my attentions on her other pit.
Mindful of our time I stopped short of giving her an orgasm although it was evident she could get there from what I was doing. I re-lathered her pussy and had her lie on the bench. Using a fresh razor I carefully took long smooth strokes over her skin removing the brown hair as I worked.
“I’m close,” she said.
“Do not cum! If you cum I will not finish. Do not cum!”
She froze and I resumed work. Her skin quivered. The muscles in her belly shook. She closed her eyes. Her breath came to her in gasps.
With the final stroke of the razor I was done. She had held still, as still as her quivering body could and she had not cum. I bent to her smooth pussy and breathed my hot breath on her. She thrust her pussy at my face. She got what she wanted. I sucked her pussy. Her back arched and as she began a deep moan I sucked her clit.
I broke contact for a second and said, “Cum!”
She did. I held on as she shook and arched hard. When she finally relaxed and calmed, I helped her up and used her towel to dry her.
“My name is Carole. How did you know about my pits?”
“You told me. Your body told me.”
“How come my body never told anyone else?”
“Maybe it did, but they weren’t listening.”
We stood together and kissed until we heard the third friend come into the shower house. Carole handed me an envelope and left.
“Tell me your name, please.”
“Jan.” She was a natural blond. The hair hung straight and long, almost to her ass. I could see that she indeed had pussy hair but it was so light and so sparse that unless someone was really looking for hair they would believe she was already smooth.
She stepped into the spray and lathered with soap. I helped. She seemed to be in a hurry.
“Why the hurry?”
“When you get me shaved I want an orgasm. The last one someone else gave me was eleven years ago! I don’t want a vibrator I want a man’s mouth in my cunt! I came earlier when I saw you eating that other woman. I came just from watching!”
“Well, let’s get to it then!” I led her to the bench and she put herself on her back. She pulled her legs up near her chest offering me full access to her pussy. I worked the gel into her hair and shaved her smooth. As I shaved her I felt her legs. She had already shaved them! When I finished her puss I licked it twice using my tongue like a wide paintbrush.
“Yes! That’s what I need! Eat me!”
She tasted wonderfully and sweet. Her nectar flowed up and out of her open pussy. I pinched her nipples as I probed her opening with my tongue, and then my fingers.
“I love how that feels. Reach in, find me!”
I reached for the g-spot and when I touched it she let me know.
“Oh! You touched it! Yes! Right there.”
Feeling her, tasting her and smelling her heat had given me another hard on. She stiffened and screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. After ten seconds or so of her orgasm I moved and thrust my cock into her pussy.
It pushed her into another spasm of delight and she screamed again.
“Fuck me hard! Slam into me! I’m cumming again!” I did pound into her. I fucked her like we were both some type of primate where our language became nothing other than grunts, groans, moans and strange noises. As she came she pulled her legs up hard and a loud pussy fart echoed in the shower room. We both broke up laughing. We couldn’t stop. I was still inside her and still stroking. As we laughed and stroked the pussy farts happened over and over. Finally I stopped and pulled out of her. We laughed some more.
I toweled her dry and kissed her in a full body embrace.
“You didn’t cum,” She said.
“I’m not eighteen anymore. I’m as good once as I once was good all the time. Anyway, this was about loving you. You are fun, lovely and I’m happy I could be here for you.”
She handed me another envelope, kissed me again and I walked her back to her RV, helping her carry all the shampoos, gels and other things.
When I got back to my rig I went inside and looked in the envelopes. $600 cash in each. I stashed the money and walked down to the bus for lunch. Bert and Holly were parking the toad as I approached. Holly came to me, pulling her clothes off, and kissed me soundly.
“You taste like pussy,” she said, kissing me again.
I whispered, “Eighteen hundred dollars worth.”
“Bert deposited fifty-seven thousand in my account. The extra was for delivery. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes! We’re going to Alice’s brother’s house tomorrow.” We kissed and sat for lunch. The three big pizzas and two big salads from town were on the table. We talked and ate.
Bert gave us a gift. It was a set of mobile two-way radios. As we drove the next day to his home we could communicate with him and with each other. Charlie asked how he and Sue would be able to communicate with us after we left Sandy Shores. I gave them my e-mail address and said that whenever I got to somewhere I could connect to the internet we’d check in. Holly smiled and said she had a laptop that was hooked up so we could connect wirelessly. We exchanged all the email addresses and got our calendars out so we could plan a reunion.
We picked the first week of October at a resort just south of Portland. Alice told us the resort had great hot springs, massages and things. We agreed to meet for dinner and again for breakfast. Paul invited us to stop at their home after we dropped Bert’s new RV off. Holly said we needed to talk about where we were going, and we’d like to stop.
After the pizza boxes were thrown away. Holly and I went for a walk. We held hands and walked to the sign and back without talking at all. I could tell Holly was thinking about something and so I waited until she was ready to talk about it.
She led me to the chairs by our motorhome and we sat, facing the surf.
“This is a big deal.”
I looked at her and said, “Very big.”
“Really. I just sold my home. I’m moving in with you. I know it’s right and I’m scared.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Besides love me, tell me you love me, hold me and comfort me? No.”
“I love you.”
She got up and came to me. She sat in my lap and I held her. She put her head on my shoulder. We sat like that until my legs started to go tingly. We could see that the sun was getting close to the horizon. It was our turn to cook for the family.
“Holly, can I make dinner for all of us or do you want to help me?”
“I want to help. What are we making?”
“I make a pretty good jambalaya. It’s pretty easy. Do you like to chop?”
“Yes! Let’s get started.” We kissed for a minute or two before we got up.
I gave her a chopping board, a good knife and a bag of veggies from the fridge. I started the rice and browned the meat. I had some good hot turkey links and some shrimp. Pretty soon I had the rice and meat in my wok with my secret spices and sauce mixture. I held back on the hot spices for the benefit of those who might not like their food as hot as I do.
Holly brought in the chopped veggies and they were perfect. I added them and very soon we were ready for dinner. Holly went to the bus to set the table and tell everyone dinner was on its way. I got two hot pad gloves and carried the wok to the bus.
When I arrived everyone was seated and waiting. Seven plastic outdoor chairs and one wheelchair around a big round table. I put the wok on the picnic table and held it as Holly used a big spoon to ladle the jambalaya onto plates. She served each person at the table, ladies first. Sue, then Alice and Elaine. Charlie, Bert and Paul. The last of the plates went to Holly and to me. As we ate the conversation turned to me.
Sue asked, “Nick, would you share with us something about your life before five days ago?”
“Sure. Six days ago I was driving from Salt Lake City towards the beach.”
I smiled and took a bite.
“No. I mean where did you grow up? What have you done with your life? Where have you lived? That kind of stuff.”
“I was born the son of a farmer in Nebraska. It was a dark and stormy night. When I was born it was so traumatic for me that I didn’t speak for almost a year.”
When the laughter died Holly touched my arm and said, “Something has you not want to go there. You don’t need to. I think we can all agree that what we really want to know is how you got to be the man we love.”
“I can answer that question easier than the first ones. I am the man you know because I decided that the pain and hurt of my life needed to be balanced by love. I looked for it, begged for it, even paid for it a few times but it didn’t work. Then, one day I was in an airport and found a book on a seat near the gate I was going to use. The book had me see that there was another way to live. I read more books and found more writers who spoke to my heart. On May 22nd of that year I decided I would never find love the way I wanted it, unless I was the love I wanted to find. I began making choices about how to treat people, how to do almost everything differently than I had been.”
“Weren’t you married?”
“Yes. I found that first book about a month before our youngest child went away to college. I was busy with work and discovering myself and I guess I didn’t pay enough attention to my empty-nest wife. She needed attention and something to do after the kids were gone. She found a lover. She left me and when I saw them together in town I decided I could get out of business and leave. I did. I have been living by the things I believe ever since.”
“Am I the first woman you have been with since you went on the road?” Sue asked.
“No. In the year I’ve been on the road I have been amazed at how contagious love is. At first it saddened me how lonely people are. There are so many of us and we’re wandering around afraid to connect. We sing sad songs in our heads. ‘What if I get rejected?’ “What if he wants more than I can give?’ ‘What if she does?’ ‘What if I’m not good enough?”
“And then?”
“And then I saw that when I loved them, it opened them. Not always but often enough that I kept doing it. I’m hooked. I love how I feel when I love everyone at this table. I love the three women who I was with while you were in town.”
“Wait! You had sex with three women while we were in town?” Bert looked shocked.
“They saw me shaving Holly in the shower this morning and asked if I would shave them. Of course I agreed. Of course shaving them also meant loving them and that energy included orgasms.”
“Did you know about this, Holly?”
“Yes. He was shaving me when we met them! They don’t love Nick like I do. But I could feel how much they needed to be touched, caressed and made to feel loved.”

I parked by the curb just as she waked out of her office building. As she rushed into her car the wind caught her warp around skirt blowing it open to show me two of the finest legs I had ever seen. Even over the distance from the street to her office I could see her skin looked very soft as I looked at the inside of her thigh! She never had to wear any hose; she didn’t need them because of the natural color of her skin.
It was her first day back to work after a three-week leave of absence. I smiled as I saw the bounce in her step. “Yes it was time for her to go back.” I thought to my self.
I leaned over opening the door for her and she slipped into the car seat. Her skirt pulled open over her right leg up almost to her hip. She had to know! She had to feel the cool air from the AC on her skin but she made no effort to cover her self as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
“Hi Sam! Thanks for picking me up!” She leaned forward pulling on her suit jacket as she moved to take it off. “I love that you would do this for me.” She smiled as her big tits pushed out against the thin white cotton of her blouse. “We are going to have such a good week end!” I could see the lace of her bra as her breasts bounced and swayed when she leaned forward pulling her jacket out from behind her. “Do you have any thing special you want us to do?”
I could feel my cock lengthen as she leaned back and her skirt opened up to her hip! She had to see me looking at her! I mean it wasn’t like I was trying to hide it! “No nothing special. Just lying by the pool. Or maybe going to the beach. What ever you want to do.”
She put her hand on my thigh and it felt like fire on my skin burning me through my shorts! “Umm, the Beach might be fun! We will see.”
She kept her hand on my thigh lifting it to make a point when she said something or to point at something as drove past it but she always put it back on my leg. My dick was so hard it hurt in the confines of my pants and I was sure she had looked down at my bulging crotch at least once! But it was her legs! God I loved her legs! Truth be known I loved every thing about her and had for a long time. Sense the first time I had watched her dancing the first night we had I had met her.
She turned in her seat pushing her knees to me. I had to look! I had to! God I wanted to touch them before but now her skirt was open even higher over her leg and as she moved it fell between them so that her thigh was exposed up to her crotch! Oh how I wanted to run my lips over that thigh! How I wanted to taste her!
We pulled up to the house. “Here let me get the door for you!” I rushed around the car hurrying to open the door before she did! I let my eyes drop to her crotch as she stuck out her right leg. She stopped like that with her one leg out and one leg in and turned to get her jacket from the back seat. Her skirt pulled wide open! Tiny white panties! God I could even see her trimmed bush through the thin material! She turned farther in the seat putting both feet on the ground making her skirt open even wider as she smiled up at me.
“Thanks that was sweet of you.” She stood up. “What’s for dinner? Do you want to go out or something?”
I could feel my cock dripping goo in my shorts as she moved past me. “I bought some nice stakes and thought I could BBQ them for us.” I said, I could smell her sent when she walked away from me.
I watched her ass move under her skirt as she walked in front of me. Longing to touch her, to feel those cheeks in my hands. She opened the door with her key and turned to me. “I’m going to shower and get rid of some of the work smell. Why don’t you get the coals going and pour us a glass of wine. I won’t be long.” She ran her fingers over my face stopping to put her thumb on my lips. “It’s so good to have you here with me.” She smiled, “I’ll be right back!”
I went into the bedroom and changed into some loose fitting jogging shorts not bothering to put any thing on under them. My dick was still all drippy and I wiped it off as I replayed looking at her get out of the car. Her panties had looked so white against her olive skin and she was shaved! I would never have thought it! The best part was she wasn’t shy about any one else seeing! She never had been and I love it when she showed off and she knew it!
I slipped on an old T-shirt and went to the BBQ. I got it going and then pored us some wine. I was looking at the old exercise bike by the back door and went to get on it wondering if it still worked. I could feel my cock slip out of the leg of my shorts as I pushed on the petal and was just about to readjust it when she walked into the room. She smiled at me as she picked up her wine and move to stand in front of me. Her eyes went to my legs and then rested on my cock as it moved from under the leg of my shorts. I could feel it lengthen under her gaze and moved to get off the bike.
She had put on a light tan dressing gown and as she moved through the light I could see she had nothing on under it. It was tied at her waist in such a way her big boobs looked like they would fall out at any second when she moved. She took her wine over and sat on the couch she put her leg up on the coffee table and then brought up the other crossing them at her ankles. Her robe fell open up over her thighs showing me just a bit of her darker crotch!
I took my wine and move to set on the table in front of her. I let my legs open so my cock would fall between my legs and out the leg hole in my shorts. Her eyes went to it as she moved just enough to let me have a better look at her pubic mound!
I looked from her blue eyes to her thighs and down her legs. “I have to tell you I love your legs! I always have.”
“I know.” She smiled at me, “Would you like to touch them?”
“Oh god yes!” my cock grew between my legs and I didn’t care that she was looking at it.
She handed me some skin cream from the end table. “Here rub this into them for Me.” her eyes had fire in them as I took the bottle and put some in my trembling hand!
I started with her bare foot and then lifted her leg so her foot was on my thigh. Her dressing gown fell wide open and she made no effort to close it knowing I was looking right at her naked pussy for the first time! I worked my hands up her legs and over her thigh stopping just as the short hair on her cunt brushed my knuckles. I ate her with my eyes as I put that foot on the floor and she lifted the other one up to me. I repeated the whole process only this time when I got to her crotch I pushed the back of my hand into it!
Her eyes had been closed as she enjoyed my massaging her leg but when I touched her pussy they came open. She looked at my rock hard dick sticking out of the leg opening in my shorts and just opened her legs wider!
She put her head back on the couch and closed her eyes again. I could not take it any longer and moved between her open thighs! I had to have her! I held my dick in my hand and pushed it between her open pussy lips only to find she was very wet! I ran it up and down her slit and she gave a little moan when it touched her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you! You do understand that don’t you?”
She never opened her eyes or moved her head. “Yes, yes I know!”
I moved my dick up and down in her juices. “Is it what you want?”
“We shouldn’t!”
That’s not what I asked!” I slowly rubbed my cock in circles around her clit.
She lifted her head to look at me then down to my cock as I moved it on her clit. “You know how hot I get letting you see me don’t you? You have always known that it turned me on to show off for you!” she asked
“Yes I know. I think you want this to!” I put it right up to her open hole but just let it rest there. Just letting it rest there while I gave her on last chance to stop me! She warped her legs around me but didn’t pull me to her. As I pulled the tie loose on her robe. I opened it fully exposing her body to my gaze. She was breathing hard as I ran my eyes over her body touching her all over with them.
“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes!”
I pushed just a little so that just the tip of my dick entered her and she gasped! “Uh!”
I took each breast in my hands cupping then and pulling on them. Her hard nipples felt like little rubber knobs as I pulled on them. I ran my right hand down over her belly stopping with my thumb just above her clit.
“Is this right?” I asked.
“Oh Sam it feels so right for you to be here, now like this with me!”
“You know that white gauze cover up I bought you last year for Xmas?”
“Yes!” I let my thumb touch the top of her clit as I pushed just a little deeper. “Oh! Oh yes I know it!” God it was hard not to just push into her and fuck her but I knew it was the show that turned her on so!
“To morrow I am going to take you to the beach and that is all you can wear!” I pushed deeper as I let my thumb rest on top of her clit. “Can you do that?”
She was looking at my dick as I pulled it back out of her and then pushed it slowly back in. Only this time she got it all!
“Yes, Yes I can do that for you Sam!” I pinched her clit. “You like for me to show off for you don’t you?”
“Yes I do!” I said as she closed her eyes and she started to shake cumming! That was it that was what I was waiting for! I pumped her hard as I felt her pussy pulling me deeper into as she went over the top!
“OH, OH, OH GOD SAM! What have you turned me into OH o godddddd cum! Cum with me! OHHHHH! Fill me with your cum SAM OHHhhhooooo!”
I put my hands under her ass lifting her just a little as I started pounding my cock into her!
“I’m cuming! O TAKE IT OHGO GOD YESSSSSSSS!”
I pushed into her womb filling her with my seed as we held each other kissing our tongues dancing with each other!
We held each other for a long time as she relaxed. My dick grew soft and slipped out of her. “Set still and I’ll get something to clean you up.”
“No! Just set here with me! I’m, oh I just want you to hold me Sam.” I slipped up on the couch next to her and pulled her close to me. She put her head on my shoulder and after a time looked up at me. I smiled at her.
“I love you to you know! I am here to take care of you.” I said
“He has only been dead for a month!” She said and a tear came to her eye.
I pulled her around to face me kissing her full on the mouth. “I have loved you as long as he did. I have wished the whole time I had met you first, but I didn’t. Tom knew this and I promised my brother I would take care of you and I will if you will have me!”
She smiled at me; “Did you just ask me to marry you Sam?”
“Yes I did! Will you?”
“Yes I will!” I held her close to me kissing her softly. “Let’s go look at that gown you want me to wear to marrow!”

“Oh My god…rebecca,” He breathes, stunned as she enters the room, absolutely enthralling in nothing but a lacy black bra, a very short catholic schoolgirl’s skirt, and a pair of knee-high dark-brown boots. Her skin is creamy and pale, a luscious backdrop for the sexy outfit she had worn for Him. Her hair is long and dark, hanging free, the ends of which brush the tops of her breasts, which peek teasingly from their lacy confines. Her lips are drawn to the side in a half-smile, that lovely smirk that He finds so very endearing. Her eyes are dark, yet glow with her own desire…a desire to please Him, hoping her appearance is a beginning, and that it will be enough to convince Him that she is worthy. Worthy to serve…and be used by Him for His pleasure. She speaks then, quiet, a little girl’s voice, “Master…please?”
No further words are spoken, nor are they needed. He reaches out for her, even as she flings herself into His arms, instinctively anticipating His need and lust. His hands rise into her hair, and grasp tight handholds, gripping painfully and drawing a gasp from her. At the same time her arms slide around His neck, and she looks up at Him, smiling seductively, very grateful. His hands pull her upward suddenly, forcing her to rise on her tip toes, even as His face descends. His lips claim hers then and with no further warning, molding them to His pleasure, kissing her roughly, demanding full submission and receiving it gladly.
His tongue forces its way into her mouth, even though she quickly parts her lips for Him, yelping a bit in surprise at His forcefulness, but craving it all the same. He explores her mouth slowly now, using the tip of His tongue to trace and define the contours of that moist tissue; first tracing along her gums, upper and lower, then flicking teasingly at the roof of her mouth, following this He begins a taunting dance with her own tongue, swirling about it and stroking it firmly. He withdraws His tongue from her mouth then, forcing a low whimper from her throat, even as her own tongue slips after His.
He allows her this, even parting His lips to aid her. His tongue slips beneath hers, forcing it upward inside His mouth, so that she may tickle the roof of His mouth now. A deep chuckle rumbles upward from His chest, as He enjoys this kiss, a prelude to so much more. He releases her tongue then, allowing her free reign to explore, which she quickly does. She is a talented girl, and He is very proud of her…and tonight He intends to make full use of those talents.
His hands slip out from her hair, traveling down her body with exquisite languid enjoyment. His fingertips trace the contours of her face now. He begins at her brows, stroking His thumbs lightly through their softness, before lowering to brush across the flickering flesh of her eyelids. He moves lower, and traces the subtle arch of her cheekbones, enjoying the silkiness of her cheeks, and the soft down upon them. Lower still, His nails lightly trail along the underside of her jaw, before scraping down to her throat. This draws a shiver from her, and another slow chuckle from Him.
He breaks the kiss now, and she whimpers again, though He quickly hushes that sound with a simple warning glance. Her eyes widen for one moment, then lower to the ground, lashes half-closed as she waits for His next command or action. His eyes are on her now, and He can feel her skin quivering beneath His touch, as His fingers lightly stroke along the tender flesh of her throat, brushing that flesh with the pads of His fingers, then raking ever so lightly with the tips of His nails. She shivers again, and He can see her nipples hardening quite clearly through the transparent black lace of her brassiere. Again He smiles, knowing what He has planned, and the perfection with which she will perform. She had yet to disappoint Him, and He had no doubt in her now.
He draws His hands from her and points toward the nearby wall. She nods once before hastening to do as He silently commanded. She turns and quickly walks to that wall, while putting a seductive sway into her step, sashaying seductively for His pleasure. His deep chuckle is her reward, and her body again shivers imperceptibly as she hears it. Reaching the wall she pivots gracefully back to face Him, leaning back against it silently as she awaits what is next to come.
He walks toward her now, dressed simply in a long-sleeved gray shirt, the fabric looking rather soft and pleasing, tucked into a pair of dark black trousers. Around His waist a thick leather belt, the buckle small and silver, gleaming brightly even in the low lighting of this room. His shoes were a matte black, an expensive leather. His hair is thick and long, and falls wave-like around His face and shoulders. His eyes are very dark, alive with the teasing fire of His lust, tempered at the moment but ready as always to flare and consume them both. His lips are full and sensual, and are presently drawing ever-upward in a pleased smile.
He pauses in His steps, as He is now standing less than a foot away. She keeps very still, knowing He can be very unpredictable… shivering as she wonders what He will do. His eyes gaze upon her face for several moments, before lowering to take in the loveliness of her body, resplendent in this teasing outfit, chosen especially for the effect she knows it would have on Him. He is pleased with the choice, and the fact that she had remembered. His eyes rise to her face again, and then He winks, chuckling very quickly. She offers a smile, at the same time her cheeks claim a rosy hue, blushing for Him, embarrassed, or perhaps just very shy.
“Remove the bra.”
His words are short and to the point, rather gruff actually, and she is quick to obey. She nods to Him before dropping her gaze as her fingers deftly unfasten the garment. She lets it slide down her arms and fall to the floor, but His hand is suddenly there, catching it before it has a chance. She smiles to herself then, staring down at His shoes silently. He retracts that hand as He idly folds the item and stores it away in His left front trouser pocket. She notes this but says nothing of the price of that article of clothing, knowing He is worth it, and will surely make it up to her in so many ways.
She keeps her gaze on His shoes, flushing red as her breasts are bared to His gaze. At times He spies her glancing upward through her lashes, trying to see if He is pleased. He gives no indication though, and so she is kept in doubt, blushing and waiting, hoping silently. She is given some clue as His hands rise, fingernails tracing a slow path along the flesh of her stomach, then scraping lightly along the underside of each breath. His fingertips then follow this same route, an utter tease always, He draws out this delight. His hands turn then, palms lifting her breasts in either hand, as if He were weighing them. His thumbs brush lightly over each nipple, the merest of touches, and she again shivers for Him. Without warning His thumbnails scrape slowly along the hardened buds of both nipples, drawing a sudden squeal/groan from her, which subsides into a quiet sigh as He then strokes them both slowly, gentle again, a constant hypocrisy of action and intent.
“Look at Me.”
She immediately obeys and raises her eyes to him, then her face, tilting it upward slowly as she gives Him a dashing smile, trying to be cocky even as her knees grow weak at His teasing. His lips again claim a quick smile, as His fingertips dance lightly over the flesh of both breasts, stroking and caressing that soft skin. Her pleasure is easily identifiable by the low whimpers rising from her throat still, soft sighs and exhalations as He continues the manipulation of her flesh. She gasps all of a sudden, feeling a sharp pain, as He pinches both nipples roughly, then rolls them tenderly between forefinger and thumb. Her gasp is not wasted, as He swiftly lowers His head and captures her lips in a fierce kiss, sucking the breath from her in a demanding gesture, kissing her hard and painful, though she does not mind it seems, returning it with all the force her tiny force can muster.
He pulls away all too soon though, and the breaking of the kiss is heralded by another cruel pinch of her nipples, using His nails this time. She bites into her bottom lip, as a solitary tear forms and little by little skates down her cheek, hanging there for one moment from her chin before falling to splash into nothingness on the carpet below. He does not acknowledge it, though His fingers find a pleasurable rhythm against her breasts, brushing delicately along each nipple, before stroking around them both with the teasing tip of His thumb. She smiles at Him, aware of His constant back and forth desire of sadism and tenderness, and caring for Him all the more because of it.
He stares down at her for several moments more, then utters His next command, “On your knees, girl.” She moans hearing this and quietly slips to her knees in front of Him, staring upward with that adoring gaze of hers, waiting for the following order they both know is coming, and yet He always seems to feel the need to draw it out for her, making her wait. His fingers caress her face gently, stroking lightly along those lovely features, giving her another smile of approval. His words when they are uttered, are quiet and deep with a sudden influx of His desire.
“Unzip My pants, rebecca…”
Again she moans, even as her hands rise to draw down His zipper, the very sound making her shiver with anticipation. His hands leave her face and slip into the opening of His trousers, drawing out the hard length of His cock. Her eyes widen at the sight of that flesh, throbbing with arousal and held tightly in His fist. Involuntarily her tongue slides out along her lips, moistening them with the pink tip as she watches Him. He strokes Himself then, very slowly and only once, then just releases, leaving His cock pointing toward her mouth. Her gaze alternates between that hard flesh and His eyes, flicking back and forth longingly. Her lips part and she whispers those enchanting words again…
“Master…please? May I…?”
His answer to her is a silent one, a slow nod and she quickly leans forward, giving the head of His cock an experimental flick with the tip of her tongue, grinning devilishly all the while. She again raises her small hand, wrapping very slowly each finger around the base of Him, holding it still for her attentions. Her eyes stare up at Him as she again licks Him, very slowly along the underside of His cock, from base to tip. She follows this with a soft kiss on the head, even as her lips form a soft ‘o’, and close around it. She sucks hard at him, for but a moment, then merely holds the head of His cock in her mouth, flicking at it with her tongue, teasing mercilessly for several long moments. His lips draw upward into an indulgent smile, as He very much enjoys this first part, as she tries to pay Him back for His earlier teasing, while knowing all along that she wants this just as much, if not more, then Him.
She pulls away from His slowly, sweeping the top of His cock with her soft lips, then following with the subtle grazing of her teeth, scraping slowly along His flesh as she withdraws. Just as sudden, she takes Him fully into her mouth, closing her lips tight around the base of His cock and sucking deliberately as she begins to bob her head on Him. His head falls back just as a low groan is drawn from His lips. His hands move to her head, stroking her hair tenderly as she moves over Him, sucking hard at His flesh, tongue stroking and slipping over it, swirling about it in her mouth, even as she takes Him further, deep into her throat. His eyes widen somewhat, and He returns His gaze to her, lips drawn back slightly in another smile, even as His breath quickens. Her affect on Him is pronounced, as she knows exactly what to do and when to do it, to drive Him over the edge so very quickly.
Growling low in His throat He drags her to her feet, this action sending another burst of pain through His flesh as her teeth once more scrap Him, this time accidentally in the suddenness of His movement. She gasps in surprise, looking up at Him with wide eyes, silently wondering what it is she did wrong. He gives her no answer though, save for His lips and the crushing kiss they force upon her, intense and rough, He rapes her mouth with His tongue. She can do nothing but whimper quietly in her throat, and quiver in His arms, accepting this treatment, as He is much larger than her.
This kiss is broken quickly as He spins her around and shoves her toward the wall, growling again. She catches herself just in time, palms against the wall, to prevent any damage, save the shock of this all. She glances back at Him, not moving save for the slight turn of her head, and her face is veiled by her hair as it falls forward, blocking most of her view. Again her tongue slips out to lick her lips, this time in fear, even while her teeth nibble at the bottom lip, watching Him to see what is next.
His hands move to the middle of her back and to the curve of her hip, respectively. With one He shoves her downward, forcing her to bend over, even while He uses His other hand to draw her backward, pulling her ass toward Him. Her already short skirt is not made for this type of treatment, and her flesh is obscenely visible to Him as it is forced upward by her bending. She whimpers again at this rough handling, staring over her shoulder at Him. He is staring back at her, admiring the subtle lines and curves of her body, very feminine, especially in this position, skin drawn taut and each curve highlighted. He gives her another smile, comforting and reassuring, even while His eyes burn with the promise of passion and the intentions of passion fulfilled. His hair is tousled and hangs every which way about His face, giving Him a very dark appearance, highly complimentary, if it were not for the fear she was feeling, her heart beating like a little sparrows.
He again draws her ass toward Him, even as His hips inch forward, and her eyes widen as she feels the head of His cock probing between her thighs. Even as His ardor overwhelms Him, He is still an absolute tease and thus begins to stroke between her thighs with the very head of His cock, rubbing very slowly there where she is warmest, very soft, and damp with her own arousal. She moans very quietly, feeling this and moves into Him now, enjoying again, her legs parting obviously to allow Him easier access. His fingers slowly inch their way beneath the fabric of her skirt, stroking gently the very soft skin of her hips, squeezing slightly there. He scrapes a bit with His nails, before digging them into her skin. This is the only warning she receives before He roughly shoves Himself into her, sinking completely inside of her with one deep thrust.
Her fingers clench against the wall, making fists even as she screams aloud, half from shock and half from pain, her head tosses, slapping her back with her hair audibly. His nails are buried in her skin, holding her still, preventing her escape and she is trying, struggling to pull away from Him, to force Him out of her, ashamed of this sudden violation, even while she wanted it…but not like this. He does not move, save to lean over her, tongue tracing a wet line along the back of her neck, even as His face nudges her hair out of His way. His breath finds her ear, whispering low words into it, quiet growls.
“You are Mine, rebecca…to use and enjoy…tell Me this.” He waits, even as His tongue continues its tease, stroking around the perimeter of her ear, His teeth nibbling that outer edge, while His thumbs stroke in slow circles against her hips. He does not have to wait long, however, and her voice caresses His ears, small and timid, very fragile and very scared. “I am yours, Jeremy…to use and enjoy…but please…don’t hurt me…” Those last five words are spoken with such trust and vulnerability that He cannot help but feel a sudden influx of emotion and adoration for this lovely girl, and so He kisses her then, even as she turns to face Him. Even in this awkward position, her lips easily mold to His, accepting His kiss and the emotion it conveys. She turns from Him then as He breaks the kiss, head bowed and her hair flowing over her face, hiding the tears there.
He rises again to His full height, staring once more down at her body, lovely and elegant before Him, bare and yet not, knowing His cock is buried deep inside of her. His lips draw upward into another pleased smile, though none are aware of it save He. He begins to move then, fingers gripping her hips very tightly, holding her still. He draws out of her, till only the head remains inside, throbbing thickly with His arousal, His blood heated and pumping quickly through His body…and then He pushes fully into her again, one long and slow thrust, gentle even as He is merciless, keeping her utterly still, not allowing her to move the slightest, whether backward to meet His thrusts, or forward to escape them. She is immobile, while He continues His thrusting, slow and easy, such a stark contrast from that first assault into her. Once more her head lifts and she turns to watch Him, smiling just a bit, knowing He never pushes things too far, giving her exactly what she wants, even as He takes what it is He requires. She licks her lips, then moans very slight, almost inaudibly, before turning to face the wall, this all too intense to meet His eyes.
He changes His tactics now, slowly drawing her backward to meet each of His thrusts, a slight increase in speed is noted, though it quickly fades to the background, as they both enjoy the slow torment of His cock moving in and out of her, deep and completing her, then out to be but a tortuous tease, the head held within her by the clenching lips of her sex, striving to draw Him ever deeper, and ever rewarded by another slow thrust. His lips are parted, breathing easily and slowly, watching her, enjoying this view, so very blatantly sexual…her skirt risen enough to allow Him entry into her pussy, but still rolled down to hide His hands buried beneath the fabric, nails digging into her skin, even as He continues to pull her back on Him, then off, on Him, then off again…
He growls now, a low exhalation of His arousal and lust and she responds by arching her back into Him, striving to push her hips backward, needing Him inside and she vocalizes this with a raspy, desire-filled whisper. “Master, please fuck me…faster…” Her words ended she again bows her head, shy and ashamed, but ever-hopeful, needing this and Him…though she could not say it. And as always, He feels no need to deny either one of their desires, and so His fingers grip her flesh tighter, dragging her back against Him quicker, even as He increases the speed of His thrusts, the sound of His cock slipping deeper into her is very audible, accompanied as it is by the subtle slapping of His flesh against hers, almost lifting her lower body off her feet each time He jerks her backward, to plunge the rigid length of His cock harder into her, giving what she asked, and oh so much more.
His lips are drawn back into an almost emotionless snarl, as He begins to fuck her quickly, roughly, driving the length of His cock into her again and again, deeper with each consequent thrust. He forces Himself into her steadily, the experience decidedly intense for Him, even while He shoves Himself powerfully into her, His thrusts almost violent in nature, but still not enough to actually harm her, save for the occasional bruising that will most likely arise from this rough behavior. She does not complain at the moment however, her head is thrown back, moaning with each brutal thrust, and He can feel the subtle and almost involuntary massage of her muscles around Him, gripping His cock even as He forces it into her over and over and over again, groaning quietly as He does, enjoying her body as He always does.

It had been planned for a long time. The ultimate 18-day holiday in the sun. Just me and my partner on a small island in the outer reaches of the Bahamas, the Abaco Islands.
Everything about it was great. From the long haul flight from London to Miami, a night at a great hotel there with a fabulous Italian meal and the small plane which took us to Treasure Cay from where we got a boat to our Island, Green Turtle Cay.
On arrival we were met with a stretch golf cart to take the bags and us to our suite. The suites were fantastic, a huge room with a full kitchen and lounge. Best of all no TV and no ‘phone.
This was going to be fabulous.
Pretty soon we realised that we were a little different from the normal clientele. We had booked for 16 days on this island and most of our co-guests were only there for two or three nights, island hopping and then moving on.
The majority of the guests were American and we were no strangers to them having been in the US on many occasions.
We enjoyed the small town, went on boat trips and swam with dolphins. Beach parties and get togethers were impromptu and great fun. The other guests were mostly couples and after a week or so we got used to meeting with people for pre-dinner drinks on the shared balconies of the suite, listening to the surf roll in over the coral.
It was the perfect situation as no sooner had we got to know some of them than they moved on, sometimes sharing e-mail addresses for the future, sometimes not.
After about a week we came back from breakfast to find two new neighbours had just moved in.
They were two sisters, one from New York and the other from Cleveland. Helen and Mary and you couldn’t have put together two more different individuals.
Helen was (she told us) married to a lawyer, lived in New York and was taking her sister to the Bahamas for a holiday she couldn’t afford. Aged about 63 and tanned, she was well dressed and obviously well off. Mary was a couple of years younger than her but had not had the benefit of her sister’s money. She had an attractive face but was much fatter and very dark hair against her elder sister’s blonde.
It was evident when you saw them out together. Helen wore designer gear and her sister although outwardly well dressed was in T-shirts and cut off trousers, more Wal-Mart than Bloomingdale’s.
They were at the resort for three nights. We bumped I to them on the first night on the balcony and made small talk.
Later that night we saw them again, after dinner in the bar of one of the other resorts. It was evident that Mary had a tendency to get drunk and her sister didn’t approve. I bought them a couple of drinks and we chatted, mainly about holidays. Mary and I were the only smokers so while my partner chatted mainly to Helen I was chatting to Mary. Some of the conversation went back to her home life and I got the impression she had a pretty hard time of it with a pig of a husband and this holiday was a fantastic experience for her.
After that we kept bumping in to them during the day and we found they were booked on the same trips as us so we got on quite well.
Thursday was their last day. The resort always had a great calypso/reggae band on Thursdays with a barbecue and dancing. We went. The sisters had been out and came to the dancing having had a good time somewhere else by the evidence of Mary’s state when they joined us.
As the only man I dutifully danced my way through all three ladies and my partner was approving feeling as I could see a little sympathy for the other two. I was 42 and my partner 36 so we were a good few years younger than the ladies.
The fun went on until about 1.30 and the band wound up. Helen and Mary had handed back their hire golf cart so I offered them a lift back to the suite.
Somewhat glad that the evening was over I made my way into the suite and retrieved some cigarettes, returning to the balcony and finding drinks being poured again and music from a CD player. My partner had invited the ladies for a nightcap.
Mary was obviously very drunk and was dancing very badly. Her sister had retreated to one of the lounging chairs and was talking to my partner.
Mary decided she needed some cigarettes and so went back to their suite. On her return she was heard to say “this place is fabulous but what on earth does anyone do for a fuck round here?”
All three of us heard the comment, Helen choosing to ignore it and my partner looking at me in puzzled amazement.
The comment and the drink and the balmy warm evening got me looking at Mary in a different way. Suddenly I could feel a stirring watching her dance and move and I was enjoying feelings I would not normally have entertained.
Helen finished her drink and announced that they had a plane to catch in the morning. Mary complained but the decision had been made. The two ladies wandered into their suite next door and my partner and finished our drinks and went into ours.
Despite the nightcap being cut short I still could not stop feeling very horny towards Mary. We got into bed and made love for about half an hour after which my partner fell asleep, the result of good sex and a lot of booze!
I couldn’t sleep. I was still thinking of Mary.
After about 15 minutes I was confident that my partner was in a deep sleep. I slipped out of bed and put on a T-shirt and some deck shoes. I was naked underneath but the T-shirt was oversized.
I picked up my cigarettes and opened the door to the suite very quietly. I let myself out and closed the door, taking care not to wake my partner.
I knew that my partner was out for the count but just in case I sat on the opposite side to the ladies’ suite and smoked a cigarette to give myself another ten minutes or so.
I wandered over to the opposite side of our balcony, divided from the ladies’ suite by a small fence. I leaned on the fence and lit another cigarette, this time letting the lighter click several times and keeping the flame alight far longer than was necessary.
I turned my back on the window and looked out to sea.
After about two minutes I heard the door latch and the door to the ladies’ suite was opened. Mary came out and closed the door; still evidently the worse for wear, as the door did not close too quietly.
She looked at me and I smiled and put my finger to my lips to indicate quiet. She came over and stood on the other side of the fence next to me. She was barefoot and wearing, like me an oversize T-shirt.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, “thought a cigarette and another drink would help”
“Helen takes pills,” said Mary ” she won’t wake until about 10.00.”
I poured two gins and the remnants of the tonic from the bottle and we started to drink. I gave Mary a cigarette and she put her drink on the shelf of the balcony.
“so” I asked ” did you have a good time here on the island”
“yes” she replied, “I wish I didn’t have to go home”
“tonight was great,” I said, “the band can really play”
The brief conversation was over and we looked out to sea. It was very warm. I became conscious of the fact that I smelled quite heavily of sex, and the thought of that and the situation I found myself in caused my prick to start to thicken and rise. Not full hard but hard enough to cause a bulge in the front of my T-shirt. I leant forward to disguise it.
Mary decided that there were some more tonics on the table on their side of the balcony as her gin was too strong. She wandered over to a small table and, bending down to pour the tonic, the T-shirt that was covering her ample form rode up, showing me a very large arse. She was naked! Now my prick came right up to attention.
She came back by my side. It was now or never. The signs were certainly there.
“you made a comment earlier, when we got back here,” I said. Not waiting for an answer I decided to ask the question. “you said what on earth does one do for a fuck around here?”
She looked at me open mouthed, “sorry, I was thinking aloud”
“that’s OK” – I smiled
“did you hear me?” she asked “yes I did, but I don’t think anyone else did” I lied
“so – no takers then?” I asked, feeling more in control.
“no” – the answer was sad, almost wistful – I knew there was a chance.
I took her hand, between the struts of the fence. ” if you really want that, then you’ll need one of these” and in one moment I laid her podgy hand around my, by now, very stiff cock.
She looked at me and gasped, but didn’t let go. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. She was squeezing my cock and didn’t seem to know what to do.
“we can’t, no, we can’t – what about your wife?” she whispered
“number one, she’s not my wife and number two, if she doesn’t find out about it she won’t come to any harm – what about your husband?”
“I don’t care about him – but this is wrong – here”
“holiday fun, call it anything – you know about us and so that’s all it will be – no strings, lots of good feelings” I’ve now taken her hand again and pulled my foreskin right back, exposing the helmet which is huge.
“but where, where” she whispered
“is your sister really asleep” I asked now realising what I was getting myself into.
“no problems there” she said “your wife, sorry partner?”
“should be OK I replied – come with me”
I led her down the small wooden steps to the terrace that ran in front of the suites. A couple had checked out that morning (more island hopping) and three along from us the suite was vacant. The door stood open and darkness was within. The suites on either side were unoccupied too but the doors were closed.
Slowly I led her along the terrace and up to the empty and open suite door. She stopped on the entrance and looked back to the balcony we had been on. She was nervous.
I waited and then so as to finally persuade her I kissed her on the mouth, firm but not too hard. She kissed me back and I walked us through the door into the semi-darkness of the suite
I took both her hands now and put them one above the other on my prick. She was rigid and gave no movement. It was time to move things forward.
I kissed her again and this time I slid my right hand up the back of her T-shirt and into the small of her broad back. She kissed back so I slipped my hand upwards and around to the front. She let go of my cock and put her arms around me pulling me to her and kissing hard with her tongue deep in my mouth. She had massive breasts, which were hanging down quite heavily. I found a very large nipple, which was rock hard and massaged it while I kissed her.
I moved my hand down, having put my left hand round her back, and touched her pot belly, stopping just as I reached a very full bush. I wanted to see all of this.
I broke away from her and, holding her hand led her to the side of the unmade bed.
The moonlight was casting a very bright light through the suite windows and with the curtains half pulled and my eyes adjusted to the light visibility was good.
I faced her, reached down and slowly lifted the T-shirt off her and she stood there naked, her arms folded almost in protest and vainly trying to cover herself.
I took each of her hands in mine and put them at the base of my T-shirt. She lifted it up and I had to bend forward so that she could get it over my head.
My cock was massive and very hard and was only about 2 inches from her chin. But that was for later.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her again. Pulling away I laid her on the bed and stood back to look at her. She was short, fairly fat with massive tits each of which had a very big brown and stiff nipple. Her stomach was big, but underneath in the moonlight I could see a mass of very dark pubic hair.
I knelt on the bed and my cock banged against her outer thigh. She stiffened. I leant over and kissed her massaging her left breast with my hand and pinching the nipple.
Moving down I crossed to her right breast and licked and sucked the nipple. She squirmed and her legs were rubbing together as my movement intensified.
I lay down besides her, still sucking her breast and moved my hand down between her legs. She was absolutely soaking wet!
Her outer lips, despite being in a veritable forest of hair were huge, and within there was a soaking wet cunt and very hard clit. I pinched it and she made a whimpering sound.
I went all the way down now, both hands opening up her thighs and pulling the lips apart. My tongue darted in initially and I settled for long strokes from her arsehole all the way up to her clitoris. She had hold of my hair and was pushing me deeper into her cunt. Her copious pubic hair was soaked and my face was covered in her juices. Suddenly she arched her back, at the same time pushing me even further into her. I was aware of a spurt of liquid full in my face and she spasmed several times, arching her back and pushing my in again and again.
She fell away in a heap and was breathing very heavily.
I moved back up and started once more to pay attention to her magnificent heavy breasts. Removing one hand I went down to the cunt and to my surprise, despite the amount of liquid she had produced, she was very tight.
I climbed up her and straddled her just below her breasts. Cupping one in each hand I pushed my aching cock in between them and pulled them back and forward.
As the head of my cock came out of the tits with each thrust I saw that it was banging against her mouth and teeth and she was doing nothing at all, in fact pulling away when it came near. I stopped.
I got off her and she must have sensed that there was something wrong. She laid beside me, reached down and started to wank me very slowly. She stopped.
“sorry,” she said – “what for,” I asked, ” that was great, and didn’t you enjoy it?”
“I have never had an orgasm like that in my life” and I’m sorry
“why?”
“what you want me to do” – “I’ve never done it, even for my husband”
“that’s OK” I replied, ” it doesn’t matter”
“YES it does” she insisted “and I want to do it, but I don’t know how”
“do you want me to show you?” I asked
I took her hand back and lifted her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled the foreskin right back. “start with a kiss” I encouraged. She leant forward and kissed me on the end of my cock. As she pulled away I could see a line of pre-come from her lip to my cock stretch out. “now open your mouth and take the end in” – she did, clamping her lips round my helmet. She licked it and independently started to masturbate me with her mouth on the end of it.
I instinctively put my hand on the back of her head and pushed in time with her wanking. Slowly more and more of my cock was going into her mouth and her head was moving back and forward. I felt my balls tighten up and I know this was it.
I tried to pull out but she would not let me. She moved her spare hand down to my balls and cupped them. I belted out seven or eight jets of cum, and all of them went into her mouth. She seemed to gag and then recover and as my cock became limp she slowly let it slide out of her mouth, taking it with her hand and pulling back the foreskin so she could clean it. She looked up at me and swallowed.
I lay back on the bed. I was spent. Soaking wet from her and my come and feeling great.
She rubbed her hand down my chest, over my stomach and took my limp prick in her hand. She moved my foreskin back and forward but there was limited response.
I felt her hand round my back and on my arse, pushing me over on to my side and facing away from her. I thought, “give me five minutes – I’ll be OK in five minutes”
She rubbed the sweat, and juice and come we were covered in down from my back and cupped my balls again, gently squeezing. Then she moved her hand between my cheeks and pried them apart. I could feel a podgy finger trying to enter me from behind. It was wet and so she got the tip of her finger in. But this was no tentative prodding. Her finger went in, all in and was exploring. This woman knew what she was doing. She found my prostate and stimulated it just enough to achieve a massive erection in my cock totally against my will.
The finger removed she pulled me over on to my back and began hungrily licking and sucking my cock.
Slowly she moved herself up so she was astride me and she managed to get high enough to lower herself onto my upturned cock. She was tight! My helmet got in after a struggle and inch-by-inch she lowered herself on to me until the whole of my massive cock was inside her.
She leant forward and put a hand on each of my shoulders. Her massive tits dangled in front of me the big brown nipples rock hard.
Her pelvis began to thrust, pulling me out and into her, slowly at first. I grabbed a tit and sucked on it but as the movement increased in pace I could not keep up with them and allowed them to slap me about the face. I reached down and grabbed one arse cheek in each hand, pulling her cheeks apart.
She was panting now, lost in an activity, which she had never experienced before, and having feelings, which she never thought herself capable of. Once again the spasm and the arched back as she became lost in wave after wave of orgasm.
As her orgasms subsided I saw my chance and lifting one of her legs I managed to turn her over on the bed so I was lying between her legs. My cock filled her up again and I started thrusting, banging away, oblivious to the noise we were both making. I felt the cum well up in side me again and this time pulled out and finished myself off, spraying spurt after spurt over her huge tits, hair, face and stomach.
This was it. I was done now. I looked at my watch – we had been out for over an hour.
As if she sensed it she kissed me, got up, picked up her T-shirt and wiped her tits and belly. She put the T-shirt on and leaned over me giving me a long kiss and playing with my cock and balls. And then she was gone.
I gave it five minutes and got up. I picked up the T-shirt and put it on and slowly wandered back to my suite. Inside all was calm and I took off the T-Shirt and slipped into bed, still conscious of the sex smell all over me, somehow a mix of two women, which turned me on.
I fell asleep straight away. I woke at 9.00 a.m. and my partner was already up and out on the balcony. Memories came back and I tentatively looked outside, without getting out of bed. My aching cock told me all I needed to know about last night’s events. It had been fantastic.
Slowly I got up and put on a clean T-shirt, the one from the night before having been discarded in the corner – I made a mental note to deal with that myself, it was covered in come and juices of all sorts and it smelt of Mary’s perfume.
I wandered out to the balcony. Cases were parked next door and my partner was sitting sipping orange juice. “big night last night” she said – if only she knew.
The ladies came out next, Helen saying that Mary should have got up, nothing changed. The golf cart arrived and the luggage was loaded.
We both got up and walked round the fence to say our goodbyes. I kissed Helen on both cheeks, and at the same time I could hear Mary saying to my partner “look after that man of yours, he’s one in a million”. Helen agreed saying I had been very attentive to two ladies when I didn’t need to (if only she knew).
We swapped and Mary came over to me, with Helen and my partner hugging. Mary had turned me round so I was facing Helen who likewise had turned my partner round so I was facing her back.
Helen was talking to my partner, holding her by the shoulders when Mary grabbed my head and kissed me hard with her tongue down my throat. Once kissing me she moved a hand down and expertly slipped it inside the waistband of my shorts, grabbing my cock and squeezing it and pulling it.
Then she pulled away from the kiss and hugged me. As I looked over her shoulder I could see Helen cuddling my partner and looking at me with a huge smile on her face.

I was awakened very early and when I went back to sleep I started dreaming of standing in the stacks of a very large bookstore with you. It’s the one near the mall and the movie theaters where the coffee shop is busy but the store itself is quiet between movies. We were alone in the aisle, but there were people nearby. You were standing very close to me, to my right, and you began whispering in my ear that before long you were going to be my lover. Determined not to lose my composure I didn’t reply and started to finger the spines of the books in front of me looking for any escape I could manage. I could feel my temperature rising, my sex swelling and tingling at the thought of you.
“I know you want me, you can’t deny it.” you say as you move closer to me your body shielding me from the larger aisle just a few feet behind you.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so sure of yourself…” I say, thinking to myself it isn’t too late to abandon the flirtation and go home. Wine, candles, oils, a turned down bed await me there if I choose to use them with you or alone. Either way I’ll find pleasure between the covers. I’ve waited this long.
You are what you say that you are. Tall, handsome, distinguished, well dressed. Your voice is every bit as intoxicating as I hoped it would be, and your mouth, so close to my ear, my neck, I know would tantalize me if it were but a few centimeters closer than it is now.
“It’s one of the things you love about my seduction of you. Why it’s worth a year’s worth of correspondence and teasing. That I’m dogged about having what I want. You like that about me… it reminds you of yourself.” I think you’re impossible but decide it isn’t worth aggravating you when I haven’t really decided to leave.
You take your right hand and place your fingers around the edge of my hardening nipple. Inside I’m feeling a little desperate at how my passion is urging me to do the things I know you will love. To throw my caution to the wind. To get drunk with the kind of sex only you seem to be able to intuit that I really, truly want, hell need. I’m panicked that you are touching me so intimately in a public place, but my body is riveted towards the sensation of your next move.
Slowly, deliberately you squeeze into a pinch and the tiniest confession of desire escapes fro me in a small gasp. You release slightly, move in a little further and now start to pull as you apply pressure to my nipple. Immediately it hardens and my left breast is in a jealous fury against my right. As you pull to the end of my nipple, you whisper insistently “Mine.” into my ear.
I’ve never gotten so completely excited so quickly in all of my life. I’m not sure if my terror is that we will be discovered or that you won’t do this again. I feel the gentle release after the pressure has increased and anticipate, beg inside for you to do it one more time.
“It is mine.” you say devilishly as you stroke out my nipple a little bit harder but not enough to hurt me.
I stand there feeling the weight of my moisture building inside of me, wishing I could feed you. I have no panties to shield me and I don’t want to squirm because I don’t want to draw attention to us and the last thign I want you to do is stop.
“Mine…” you say again and the glint in your eye, the determine look n your face and the faintest smile at the torture you know you are putting me through as you squeeze my nipple again and again…saying the same thing over and over.
My breath is getting out of sync. I’m holding my breath….
“Squeeze your pussy now. Squeeeeeeeeeeeze it hard from deep inside out.”……. and as I do you slide your fingers pulling my nipple harder and say mine and as you do I can’t help but to release my excitement and my breath with a small orgasm….
“Oh my God…..” and my face colors red
“I’ll be your God, and you can worship my cock for me…” you whisper and laugh at the same time…. “You’re ready for me now aren’t you?”

It felt like it had been a long, long day at the office. Three meetings, none of them pleasant, some subordinate issues later on, and an almost-cancelled sales order from an irate customer nearly spoilt the day for Choong.
The Senior Sales Manager looked at his watch. It was almost 6.00pm. Normally it was time for him to pack up and leave for home. Since it was school holidays, he would try to spend more time with his family, especially his two teenage sons since they did not have to turn in early. His eldest, a young lady now, had started working and preferred to spend more time with her colleagues, which was okay as far as he was concerned. However, today he felt like he needed some time to himself at the office. Maybe another hour or two, he thought, just to release the day’s tension slowly.
He looked out the window in his room and saw the usual bustling traffic in Kuala Lumpur. Yes, he might as well stay in the office for a while. Loosening his tie, he got up and noticed that only a handful of people were left. Nancy, the new accounts executive saw him and smilingly nodded her head. She did not work in his department, but she was quite warm and friendly, and Choong enjoyed the short periods at the coffee maker and photocopy machine where they met and chatted.
Looking at the new tender documents on his table, the Chinese man decided to sit down and glance through the financial requirements of the job. He knew he was going to have a busy time this week, he sighed, but it was all part of his work.
He was lost behind his multifocal glasses when he heard a knock on his door as it opened. His heart skipped a beat when Nancy stuck her head in.
“Hi,” she greeted him. “Busy?”
“Aah… the usual thing. Don’t worry. Come, have a seat,” he offered her. Almost immediately, they were off talking comfortably about things outside the office amid the warm atmosphere.
Choong got up and took out some apple juice from his mini fridge and poured into two glasses. “Got to wet the throat a bit,” he claimed. There was another knock on the door and Kevin, one of his sales people, notified that he was going back and that there was nobody else around.
The woman chuckled. “Looks like we’re the only two left. Busy doing work at the office, I suppose.” She got up and went to sit at the three-seat sofa. “Not taking your kids out tonight, Mr. Choong?”
The man shook his head. “Don’t think so. I called my wife earlier to say that I may be a bit late and not to wait for me for dinner.” His mind was suddenly working fast when he immediately saw an opportunity that was in his control. The question was: would the other party accede? She was already on the sofa, supposedly waiting for him to sit beside her, and the indication so far looked positive…
Deciding to also let nature do its part, he slowly went and took his place next to the attractive lady. He knew that she was in her early thirties and not married yet, and she had not told him whether she was attached to anyone special at the moment. He put his arm on the ledge of the back rest just behind her, but did not have the courage to wrap it around her shoulder yet.
Aware of what this could lead to, Nancy too was hoping to play her cards right. She had always had an attraction towards older married men, especially those who held strong positions. This Senior Sales Manager had a middle-aged body and belly befitting a man who was 52 years old, but at the same time, he possessed a charming personality and an affable smile that she had secretly fallen in love with.
She did not want to wait any longer for fear that the man might change his mind tonight and decide to go home. Gently, she put her hand on his lap as she continued to talk with him, rubbing the material of his pants softly. In her mind, she just wanted to have some fun but refused to think long term. She also knew flirting with senior management personnel in a company was dangerous, and should things turn for the worse, she would not be in a favourable position.
But to Hell with that! she boldly thought. She smiled at him as her fingers began venturing higher until they were at the fold between his thigh and groin. Nancy decided