View Author's Copyright Information (This story is only available on Lush.

If you are reading it elsewhere then it has been stolen) It was early, Sunday afternoon.

The sun was streaming through the window, silhouetting my missus, as she bustled around the kitchen.

Since we'd had an early lunch, the kids were off out, playing with friends.

It was delightful, just the two of us.

She'd just poured boiling water into the cafetiere and the room was filling with the aroma of the rich, delightful Colombian blend The house was peaceful, just the sound of the radio drifting through from the dining room.

Not enough to distract, just an agreeable buzz.

It made a nice change, I have to say Bless their cotton socks, but those kids were noisy little buggers.

I was sitting at the small kitchen table reading the Times.

This was nice.

We didn't get to spend all that much time alone these days, what with the children and work.

Life was good, busy, but good.

I looked up from my newspaper as she pushed down the plunger down of the French Press and poured our coffees.

She was unaware that I was watching and I smiled to myself.

She looked very pretty today, I liked it when she looked pretty for me.

Her skirt was flared, coming halfway down her thighs and her black tights accentuated her slim, shapely legs.

How I adored those dainty ankles and as she had her back to me, I could see the cute dimples at the backs of her knees.

Gentleman, let me tell you, those little dimples are one of the most erogenous areas of a woman's body.

A stroke, a lick or a nibble there is an excellent precursor to foreplay.

Almost as good as the back of the neck.

I could visualise myself on my knees behind her, my hands under her skirt, gripping the taught muscles on the fronts of her thighs, supporting myself, as I kissed my way up from those perfect ankles to those dainty dimples and beyond.

As I daydreamed and observed her, she reached up to the cupboard.

Standing on her tiptoes to reach the packet of biscuits from the top shelf and as she did, her skirt rose higher.

I could see that she wasn't wearing tights at all, but hold-up stockings.

I merely caught a glimpse of her creamy flesh, in stark contrast to the charcoal lace tops of her hosiery.

The saucy little minx! I felt a stirring in my groin and I shook my head and turned my attention back to my newspaper.

"Darling, did you see that they caught that slimy politician? You know, the one who got caught with that prostate?" I asked her, looking up, over the top of my spectacles.

"Oh, I think I may have heard something on the local news," she answered off-handedly, as she turned to face me, coffee mug in one hand and a small plate of cookies in the other.

As she set the cup on the table before me, a little of the hot liquid splashed from the mug and onto the smooth surface of the table.

"Oops!" She said, quickly turning back to the counter and grabbing a cloth.

My pretty girl leaned over the table in front of me, cloth in hand and vigorously mopped up the spill.

It afforded me the most delightful view of her ample cleavage and I was transfixed by the way her breasts jiggled as her hand rubbed away the mess she'd made.

I had a flashback to my face between her breasts, hands pushing them together, as my mouth sucked and licked on each of her blushing nipples.

Her hands in my hair, back arching while her moans and gasps encouraged me all the more.

I shook my head, smiling.

"What's funny, babe?" She looked at me quizzically.

She was so blissfully unaware that she was the focus of my attention.

It was one of the things I most loved about her.

An almost child-like naivete, an innocence which was enchanting, bewitching.

"Nothing, my love.

I was just thinking how beautiful you look today." I swear she blushed slightly as she grinned coquettishly and turned back to the window, lifting dishes and stacking them neatly until there was room in the sink to wash them.

Now with her back to me, she busied herself, donning her migraine-inducing, day-glow pink rubber gloves.

I know she hated wearing those things and heaven knows I didn't think they did much to enhance her beauty, but I'd surprised her yesterday by gifting her a manicure and I knew that she wouldn't want to waste her pretty nails in the soapy dishwater.

Pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose, I turned my focus back to my newspaper.

She was humming a tune as she washed the glasses.

It made me smile inside.

She was by no means the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and I knew how she loved to sing.

It was a good indicator of her mood, the way her voice sounded and the gusto with which she performed.

I looked up, staring into space, as I thought of her in the shower, singing at the top of her lungs as she washed her hair.

Her eyes closed, fingers massaging the foamy mop upon her head.

Her raised arms lifting her breasts, showing them at their very best.

Rivulets of bubbles running down the contours as she wiggled and danced behind the perspex shower door...

Again, I felt my penis twitch inside my pants and I shifted in my seat to make myself a little more comfortable.

God, even after all this time, I still found this woman, MY woman, an absolute delight.

The clatter of a wet cutlery being dropped into the drainer brought me back into the room and I noticed that she had almost finished.

I was glad.

I wanted her again.

I had taken her this morning.

I had pressed my body against her sleeping form.

Her back against my body, pushing as much of myself against her as I could.

Trying not to wake her.

Well, obviously I was going to waker her.

I just wanted to do it gently.

I kissed and licked her shoulder.

Nipping and sucking my to the back of her gorgeous neck.

That was another of her weak spots, a few licks and sucks there quickly got her wet, every time.

"Lift your leg, darling," I had whispered into her ear as I gently nuzzled and bit at the point where her neck and shoulder met.

She moaned, sleepily in response but obligingly raised her limb, to give me full access to her puffy lips.

Bless her, she was so good to me, such a loveable, amenable little thing.

I brought my arm around under the back of her knee, lifting and holding her leg in place and allowing me to pull and tease one of her nipples and opening her up so that I could access her sweetest spot.

She was slick as I pushed my thick, hard morning wood into her soft pussy.

I was already deep inside her as my first thrust bringing her to consciousness as she pushed back against me.

Soon she began to moan and her fingers slipped between her legs, bringing herself to climax, as I filled her with my come God, I was semi-erect now, well, perhaps a little more than that.

I looked at my newspaper, but all I saw was a blur.

She picked up the cast-iron skillet in which she'd cooked the bacon and eggs earlier.

it was the last thing to be washed.

I watched her, fascinated by her, as she scrubbed hard at the surface of the pan and I became suddenly aware of the way that her ass was wobbling while her arm furiously scoured.

It was hypnotic and I could feel my cock stiffening further inside my pants.

This time no amount of readjusting my seat was going to make it go away.

I dropped my newspaper onto the table and I was behind her in a flash.

"Oh!" She gasped, as she felt my arms slip around her waist and my mouth at the back of her neck.

"I want you, you sexy little bitch!" I growled into her ear, pulling her lobe delicately between my lips.

She turned her head to kiss me and I put my hands on her hips, pushing her against the sink, holding her in place as our mouths met.

My tongue probed then my teeth gently clamped her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth.

I pressed my body against hers.

Her short skirt offering little protection from the solid bulge which was by now tight against her arse.

She merely gasped and pushed back against me.

God, she was so accommodating, such a good fucking girl.

Moving back slightly, I slipped my knee between her thighs and pushed them apart.

One hand pressed against the small of her back, still holding her in place, while the other slid under to the crotch of her panties.

I cupped her mound and my fingertips were against her little button, pressing gently, as my thumb found it's way inside the fabric.

She moaned, hands still deep in the dishwater as I pulled back from her to unfasten my trousers.

I unzipped, unbuttoned and they fell to the floor.

I had no underwear on, so my cock immediately sprang proud from my groin.

She brought her hand round to feel me and I swear my balls began to retract as the wet, dripping rubber-clad hand touched my shaft.

"Argh! Gloves" I gasped through gritted teeth.

"Oh god, I'm sorry'" she giggled, quickly snapping the foamy latex from her hands and dropping them onto the tiles.

Not to let a little thing like that interfere with what was happening, I pushed, turning her away from me again.

My cock was pressing into her thigh as I slipped my hands around her, pulling up the front of her top and cupping her breasts in my hands.

She moaned as my thumbs began to rub her nipples and I could feel my cock engorging all the more as her nipples stiffened through her bra.

"Fuck me," she sighed, then louder, "Fuck me! I want you inside me." My hands dropped from her breasts and I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and sharply pulled them down, revealing her bare arse and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

I took my cock in hand.

I was fucking HUGE for her.

I pushed the head against her slit and rubbed it over her lips, feeling it push in as I spread her juices along them.

She moaned quietly and I thrust into her, hard, deep.

She tried to push back against me, but I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my thick fat cock into her, filling her completely.

Her hands were gripping the edge of the sink as I began to piston and I pushed her further down, by her shoulders.

Suddenly she squealed and began to giggle.

Her laughing made her pussy contact and was threatening to expel my rigid tool from her.

I didn't understand why she was laughing until she reached behind and pulled my hands round, back onto her breasts.

I had pushed her down so far that they had dipped into the soapy basin.

She pulled up her bra, letting her wet, naked breasts drop neatly into my cupped palms.

Oh god, her wet tits and their nipples poking into my palms felt so fucking good.

My cock pulsed inside her and I began to pummel her, hard again.

I rubbed her soft tits, dipping my hands into the water to wet them again.

I liked this sensation and so did she because she was beginning to moan.

I felt her pussy contact as her climax approached.

I fucked her.

I fucked her hard and deep.

Owning her pussy, just the way she liked me to.

I felt my balls tighten and I came.

I filled her, thrusting and holding as my creamy come filled her belly.

I gently let myself drop against her back, cock still inside her and I kissed her back, almost shaking from the exertion.

I held her as I felt my cock soften and slip from her.

Warm liquid dripping down her thighs.

"Let me get up," she groaned, pushing me back.

I laughed as her wet top dropped back down over her breasts.

She would have done well in a wet t-shirt competition I am sure.

"Pass me that cloth, darling," she pointed to the worktop and I reached over and gave it to her.

She immediately put under her skirt, wiping my come from her thighs.

"You never came?" I whispered, guiltily.

She smiled, "I still enjoyed it.

I really enjoyed it." "Darling, I'm sorry.

I just couldn't wait for you.

I just had to have you, come in you " I mumbled apologetically.

She smiled and leaned forward.

She placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to hers and kissed my forehead, my nose and finally my mouth.

"I love you.

However, you owe me one now," she said, raising one eyebrow in faux annoyance.

"I know you're good for it though.

Now, pull up your pants and let me change out of these wet clothes." She winked as she turned from me, wiggled her perfect arse and left the room.

I sighed, smiling.

Pulled up my trousers and sat back down to finish my newspaper, unable to really concentrate, thinking about how I was going to make it up to her.

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Lazy Sunday Afternoon My desire for my woman overtakes me in the kitchen.

View Author’s Copyright Information (This story is only available on Lush.

If you are reading it elsewhere then it has been stolen) It was early, Sunday afternoon.

The sun was streaming through the window, silhouetting my missus, as she bustled around the kitchen.

Since we’d had an early lunch, the kids were off out, playing with friends.

It was delightful, just the two of us.

She’d just poured boiling water into the cafetiere and the room was filling with the aroma of the rich, delightful Colombian blend The house was peaceful, just the sound of the radio drifting through from the dining room.

Not enough to distract, just an agreeable buzz.

It made a nice change, I have to say Bless their cotton socks, but those kids were noisy little buggers.

I was sitting at the small kitchen table reading the Times.

This was nice.

We didn’t get to spend all that much time alone these days, what with the children and work.

Life was good, busy, but good.

I looked up from my newspaper as she pushed down the plunger down of the French Press and poured our coffees.

She was unaware that I was watching and I smiled to myself.

She looked very pretty today, I liked it when she looked pretty for me.

Her skirt was flared, coming halfway down her thighs and her black tights accentuated her slim, shapely legs.

How I adored those dainty ankles and as she had her back to me, I could see the cute dimples at the backs of her knees.

Gentleman, let me tell you, those little dimples are one of the most erogenous areas of a woman’s body.

A stroke, a lick or a nibble there is an excellent precursor to foreplay.

Almost as good as the back of the neck.

I could visualise myself on my knees behind her, my hands under her skirt, gripping the taught muscles on the fronts of her thighs, supporting myself, as I kissed my way up from those perfect ankles to those dainty dimples and beyond.

As I daydreamed and observed her, she reached up to the cupboard.

Standing on her tiptoes to reach the packet of biscuits from the top shelf and as she did, her skirt rose higher.

I could see that she wasn’t wearing tights at all, but hold-up stockings.

I merely caught a glimpse of her creamy flesh, in stark contrast to the charcoal lace tops of her hosiery.

The saucy little minx! I felt a stirring in my groin and I shook my head and turned my attention back to my newspaper.

“Darling, did you see that they caught that slimy politician? You know, the one who got caught with that prostate?” I asked her, looking up, over the top of my spectacles.

“Oh, I think I may have heard something on the local news,” she answered off-handedly, as she turned to face me, coffee mug in one hand and a small plate of cookies in the other.

As she set the cup on the table before me, a little of the hot liquid splashed from the mug and onto the smooth surface of the table.

“Oops!” She said, quickly turning back to the counter and grabbing a cloth.

My pretty girl leaned over the table in front of me, cloth in hand and vigorously mopped up the spill.

It afforded me the most delightful view of her ample cleavage and I was transfixed by the way her breasts jiggled as her hand rubbed away the mess she’d made.

I had a flashback to my face between her breasts, hands pushing them together, as my mouth sucked and licked on each of her blushing nipples.

Her hands in my hair, back arching while her moans and gasps encouraged me all the more.

I shook my head, smiling.

“What’s funny, babe?” She looked at me quizzically.

She was so blissfully unaware that she was the focus of my attention.

It was one of the things I most loved about her.

An almost child-like naivete, an innocence which was enchanting, bewitching.

“Nothing, my love.

I was just thinking how beautiful you look today.” I swear she blushed slightly as she grinned coquettishly and turned back to the window, lifting dishes and stacking them neatly until there was room in the sink to wash them.

Now with her back to me, she busied herself, donning her migraine-inducing, day-glow pink rubber gloves.

I know she hated wearing those things and heaven knows I didn’t think they did much to enhance her beauty, but I’d surprised her yesterday by gifting her a manicure and I knew that she wouldn’t want to waste her pretty nails in the soapy dishwater.

Pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose, I turned my focus back to my newspaper.

She was humming a tune as she washed the glasses.

It made me smile inside.

She was by no means the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and I knew how she loved to sing.

It was a good indicator of her mood, the way her voice sounded and the gusto with which she performed.

I looked up, staring into space, as I thought of her in the shower, singing at the top of her lungs as she washed her hair.

Her eyes closed, fingers massaging the foamy mop upon her head.

Her raised arms lifting her breasts, showing them at their very best.

Rivulets of bubbles running down the contours as she wiggled and danced behind the perspex shower door…

Again, I felt my penis twitch inside my pants and I shifted in my seat to make myself a little more comfortable.

God, even after all this time, I still found this woman, MY woman, an absolute delight.

The clatter of a wet cutlery being dropped into the drainer brought me back into the room and I noticed that she had almost finished.

I was glad.

I wanted her again.

I had taken her this morning.

I had pressed my body against her sleeping form.

Her back against my body, pushing as much of myself against her as I could.

Trying not to wake her.

Well, obviously I was going to waker her.

I just wanted to do it gently.

I kissed and licked her shoulder.

Nipping and sucking my to the back of her gorgeous neck.

That was another of her weak spots, a few licks and sucks there quickly got her wet, every time.

“Lift your leg, darling,” I had whispered into her ear as I gently nuzzled and bit at the point where her neck and shoulder met.

She moaned, sleepily in response but obligingly raised her limb, to give me full access to her puffy lips.

Bless her, she was so good to me, such a loveable, amenable little thing.

I brought my arm around under the back of her knee, lifting and holding her leg in place and allowing me to pull and tease one of her nipples and opening her up so that I could access her sweetest spot.

She was slick as I pushed my thick, hard morning wood into her soft pussy.

I was already deep inside her as my first thrust bringing her to consciousness as she pushed back against me.

Soon she began to moan and her fingers slipped between her legs, bringing herself to climax, as I filled her with my come God, I was semi-erect now, well, perhaps a little more than that.

I looked at my newspaper, but all I saw was a blur.

She picked up the cast-iron skillet in which she’d cooked the bacon and eggs earlier.

it was the last thing to be washed.

I watched her, fascinated by her, as she scrubbed hard at the surface of the pan and I became suddenly aware of the way that her ass was wobbling while her arm furiously scoured.

It was hypnotic and I could feel my cock stiffening further inside my pants.

This time no amount of readjusting my seat was going to make it go away.

I dropped my newspaper onto the table and I was behind her in a flash.

“Oh!” She gasped, as she felt my arms slip around her waist and my mouth at the back of her neck.

“I want you, you sexy little bitch!” I growled into her ear, pulling her lobe delicately between my lips.

She turned her head to kiss me and I put my hands on her hips, pushing her against the sink, holding her in place as our mouths met.

My tongue probed then my teeth gently clamped her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth.

I pressed my body against hers.

Her short skirt offering little protection from the solid bulge which was by now tight against her arse.

She merely gasped and pushed back against me.

God, she was so accommodating, such a good fucking girl.

Moving back slightly, I slipped my knee between her thighs and pushed them apart.

One hand pressed against the small of her back, still holding her in place, while the other slid under to the crotch of her panties.

I cupped her mound and my fingertips were against her little button, pressing gently, as my thumb found it’s way inside the fabric.

She moaned, hands still deep in the dishwater as I pulled back from her to unfasten my trousers.

I unzipped, unbuttoned and they fell to the floor.

I had no underwear on, so my cock immediately sprang proud from my groin.

She brought her hand round to feel me and I swear my balls began to retract as the wet, dripping rubber-clad hand touched my shaft.

“Argh! Gloves” I gasped through gritted teeth.

“Oh god, I’m sorry’” she giggled, quickly snapping the foamy latex from her hands and dropping them onto the tiles.

Not to let a little thing like that interfere with what was happening, I pushed, turning her away from me again.

My cock was pressing into her thigh as I slipped my hands around her, pulling up the front of her top and cupping her breasts in my hands.

She moaned as my thumbs began to rub her nipples and I could feel my cock engorging all the more as her nipples stiffened through her bra.

“Fuck me,” she sighed, then louder, “Fuck me! I want you inside me.” My hands dropped from her breasts and I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and sharply pulled them down, revealing her bare arse and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

I took my cock in hand.

I was fucking HUGE for her.

I pushed the head against her slit and rubbed it over her lips, feeling it push in as I spread her juices along them.

She moaned quietly and I thrust into her, hard, deep.

She tried to push back against me, but I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my thick fat cock into her, filling her completely.

Her hands were gripping the edge of the sink as I began to piston and I pushed her further down, by her shoulders.

Suddenly she squealed and began to giggle.

Her laughing made her pussy contact and was threatening to expel my rigid tool from her.

I didn’t understand why she was laughing until she reached behind and pulled my hands round, back onto her breasts.

I had pushed her down so far that they had dipped into the soapy basin.

She pulled up her bra, letting her wet, naked breasts drop neatly into my cupped palms.

Oh god, her wet tits and their nipples poking into my palms felt so fucking good.

My cock pulsed inside her and I began to pummel her, hard again.

I rubbed her soft tits, dipping my hands into the water to wet them again.

I liked this sensation and so did she because she was beginning to moan.

I felt her pussy contact as her climax approached.

I fucked her.

I fucked her hard and deep.

Owning her pussy, just the way she liked me to.

I felt my balls tighten and I came.

I filled her, thrusting and holding as my creamy come filled her belly.

I gently let myself drop against her back, cock still inside her and I kissed her back, almost shaking from the exertion.

I held her as I felt my cock soften and slip from her.

Warm liquid dripping down her thighs.

“Let me get up,” she groaned, pushing me back.

I laughed as her wet top dropped back down over her breasts.

She would have done well in a wet t-shirt competition I am sure.

“Pass me that cloth, darling,” she pointed to the worktop and I reached over and gave it to her.

She immediately put under her skirt, wiping my come from her thighs.

“You never came?” I whispered, guiltily.

She smiled, “I still enjoyed it.

I really enjoyed it.” “Darling, I’m sorry.

I just couldn’t wait for you.

I just had to have you, come in you ” I mumbled apologetically.

She smiled and leaned forward.

She placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to hers and kissed my forehead, my nose and finally my mouth.

“I love you.

However, you owe me one now,” she said, raising one eyebrow in faux annoyance.

“I know you’re good for it though.

Now, pull up your pants and let me change out of these wet clothes.” She winked as she turned from me, wiggled her perfect arse and left the room.

I sighed, smiling.

Pulled up my trousers and sat back down to finish my newspaper, unable to really concentrate, thinking about how I was going to make it up to her.

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And I wonder what she s wearing.

Is she in a robe or some old shirt? And does she like this time we re sharing or is she here to play and flirt? And does she find my words alluring as she s looking at the screen, each sentence going off exploring though I wonder what they mean.

And I watch her words appearing, and smile at what s she s saying, And though it s with my eyes I m hearing, I like the sassy way she s playing.

She doesn t know I m drinking wine when I send my cool words back.

And I wonder if she likes my line, or if our posing ways will crack.

And I wonder what her life is like as our fingers talk and somehow reach inside the other s hearts to strike a chord that transcends speech.

And suddenly we re asking more as our fascination grows.

And our hearts begin to pour as our sudden caring shows.

And it doesn t matter what we re wearing as we sit in our distant rooms.

It only matters what we re sharing and what the other one assumes.

And somehow as we reach through space and with our words we touch and kiss, imagining each other s face and hope we re finding bliss.

Who knows where this chat will end when we disappear from the screen? Will we become each others friend-- lovers in this world between, living in this atmosphere, never knowing where we are, or will we both just disappear and fade like a falling star? ]]>

Chatting A view of the mysterious world of on line chatting View Author’s Copyright Information She doesn t know my hair is thinning or see the wrinkles around my eyes or that my beard needs trimming, and I wonder does she realize while we sit here in our rooms and chat, our fingers clicking on the keys forming words, expressing this and that, not knowing if we re going to tease, not knowing if we ll reach through space and in that world above the world, imagining each other s face, touch and have our passion twirled like string, our fingers pulling tight, pulling at each other s minds, wondering if we re wrong or right to follow who our chatting finds.

And I wonder what she s wearing.

Is she in a robe or some old shirt? And does she like this time we re sharing or is she here to play and flirt? And does she find my words alluring as she s looking at the screen, each sentence going off exploring though I wonder what they mean.

And I watch her words appearing, and smile at what s she s saying, And though it s with my eyes I m hearing, I like the sassy way she s playing.

She doesn t know I m drinking wine when I send my cool words back.

And I wonder if she likes my line, or if our posing ways will crack.

And I wonder what her life is like as our fingers talk and somehow reach inside the other s hearts to strike a chord that transcends speech.

And suddenly we re asking more as our fascination grows.

And our hearts begin to pour as our sudden caring shows.

And it doesn t matter what we re wearing as we sit in our distant rooms.

It only matters what we re sharing and what the other one assumes.

And somehow as we reach through space and with our words we touch and kiss, imagining each other s face and hope we re finding bliss.

Who knows where this chat will end when we disappear from the screen? Will we become each others friend– lovers in this world between, living in this atmosphere, never knowing where we are, or will we both just disappear and fade like a falling star?

Cynthia was a bit surprised but happy, and I was too, seeing as he was only 18 and Grace Templeton was 25.

You think to yourself what 25 year old wants to be seen with an 18 year old? She has to be a little messed up upstairs.

But weren t they all? Weren t Cynthia and Max messed up as well? Personally, yes, I thought.

Yes they were.

Even I was caught up in all of this a little.

Honestly, well honestly, I liked Cynthia a lot.

It was hard not to like her.

In all honesty, she has to be the nicest and sweetest and one of the prettiest women I ve ever known.

And to think about it all, when she was 31 way back then, she had to be a catch and a half.

And nowadays, although she is only 54, she still has a figure to die for, or so I think so.

In those black jeans she wore that day and that short sleeved top she had on, well all I wanted was to be with her and on her and showing her how much I adored and loved her in ways she hadn t ever been loved and adored.

However, I think she already knew that.

She got up again for whatever reason.

She saw something across the room.

I didn t see it but she did.

She walked over and as she did I watched her sleek ass, which of course was small but shapely as hell, cross the room.

I was astounded by its graceful eccentric qualities and I wanted to shout out to her May I suck your ass Cynthia? I mean just for today.

I ll pay you back somehow.

But none of that happened of course.

The story continued.

She knew everything that was important to her, which in the land of Cynthia and Max, well that was just about everything I suppose.

He left and went back to his own bedroom and once there he sat down on his bed.

Cynthia thought about what had happened earlier.

She felt this terrific need to orgasm.

She stood up, went to her door, and she locked it.

Back at her bed, she opened the drawer and pulled it out again, smiling.

She pulled down her pajama bottoms and turned on the vibrator, leaning back against her bed as she did it.

Spreading out her legs, she took her time, but before she knew it she was running the vibrator up closer and closer against her pussy.

Bam, her vibrator suddenly was inside of her.

Her eyes closed almost as quickly as she slid it in her.

It felt so damn nice in there.

Ohhhhhhh ahhhhh she had told herself as she moved it around while she felt its generating vibrations and as her pussy became wetter and even wetter as a result of it all.

The pulsations she felt induced a soon-to-be orgasm.

Her back flinched and Cynthia stiffened up.

Her eyes pinched closed even tighter.

Her back and thighs tightened up and she got even wetter as the vibrator caused her to orgasm at least once.

In her room, alone, she cried out, quietly, and she wished he was there to lick her out.

She would have loved that.

And so did I.

I wished I was old enough to have known her back then.

I orgasmed but unfortunately it was me and my vibrator.

No one else was there but my vibrator, she told me with a saddened look on her face.

I felt bad for her and wished I could tell her I would ve helped her but I didn t.

Anyway I got passed it all.

I felt great having orgasmed as a result.

I was wet, whipped kind of, and cum oozed down the inside of my thighs.

Mmmmm, now that felt nice.

I looked at her, wondering, and I think she wondered what I was thinking.

She went on with her story.

He was in his room, naked from the waist down, and he sat in his bed sort of like she was.

He was sitting there and staring at his long lean cock.

He wondered about masturbating as he thought about him and Grace Templeton and he thought about telling her how he felt about her.

He found her to be really beautiful and extremely sexy too.

And although she was a thicker, fuller figured woman, unlike Cynthia, to him she had a lot of qualities that he found attractive to him.

He sat on his bed, half naked, and thought about her and her body.

He sat there, thinking about her, and possibly being able to see parts or all of her naked and he reached out.

At first, he closed his eyes as he touched his penis, and as he wondered what she d think of this if she saw him like he was.

Would she like it or would he be disgusted with him if she knew that he was about to jack off because of her he asked himself.

She was his teacher of course and although she was a sweet, sweet woman who was like him in a lot of ways, she was older then him, and that alone made him unsure of what he was about to do.

He rubbed it, lightly.

He closed his eyes, as he thought about Grace, and even his mom, but envisioned Grace standing or even sitting on his bed, happily, while watching her student go at himself as he gradually worked his cock into an erection.

His fantasy, at that time, was she would entice him a little bit by unfastening the buttons on the front of her dress.

He always wished he could see her cleavage and bosoms.

How they made him feel inside was, well it was magical to him when he thought about it all.

He was sure off this too.

As thick and as curvy as the woman was she had to have the nicest, thickest cleavage around.

Her boobs, as big as they were, had to support that supporting cleavage she housed inside her clothing and bra.

He smiled, finally, knowing that her breasts and cleavage were an invitation to say something to her about her body.

He felt aroused simply because of that alone.

But he did not get hard.

He only sat against his backboard, thinking about Grace, Cynthia, and talking to Grace about her and possibly them.

He admitted it wasn t likely he d get to together with her seeing as she was older although so was his mom.

But being with his mom was entirely different he told himself as he smiled.

The very next day, he greeted his mom and hugged her too but Cynthia could tell something was different, something was unusual.

She wasn t sure what it was but Max was not his normal self.

Still he had classes, so to speak, and Grace was on her way.

This having been the normal schedule, she did not get involved, letting these two do their own thing as she went about her wifely duties, what little there were for her.

Hi Max, good morning, she said.

Good morning Ms.

Templeton, he came back.

They immediately sat down.

She started to teach but right away she noticed that he was distracted.

Something was up and he was not paying attention to her at all.

She asked what was bothering him.

Oh nothing, he said, just something uhhh personal.

Now seeing as they had grown close, in a manner of speaking she inquired as to what it was that seemed to be bothering him.

Awwww nothing nothing really, he lied.

Listen Max, she replied.

We ve known one another for what? Over two years? she said.

He said yes.

You re doing well, really well.

Let s do something a little different.

Let s go outside, get a little fresh air, and clear that mind of yours.

How s that sound? He said okay.

They put their pens and papers down and took off on a walking trail so he could clear his mind.

They walked for ten minutes, not saying a word to one another.

All of a sudden, she realized something grave was bothering him.

What s wrong Max? He would not tell her.

She asked again in a similar tone of voice his mom spoke in.

All of a sudden he realized he loved that tone of voice.

Come on, Max, she said again.

We ve known each other for over two years so what s bothering you? He thought about it.

Should I tell her? Should I break down and really tell her how I feel? He slowed then stopped walking altogether.

She stopped too.

He turned to look her in the face.

She grew curious as to why he stopped to look at her like he was.

He swallowed, hard, again which she noticed, but she waited.

She waited to hear what he had to say.

And finally he told her.

His eyes looked down and then his head.

She stood, waiting, and didn t say a word.

He looked up, slowly, but wouldn t look her in the eyes.

Finally he said As you know, I don t go to a regular high school.

Seeing as I don t I don t get to interact with people like uhhh boys and girls, okay? She said okay.

He shut up for a moment, looking back at the ground.

He thought how he wanted to tell her what was on his mind.

He looked back up at her.

She didn t see it yet.

See, I feel like I m starting to umm discover uhhh girls, kind of.

I m realizing that I uhhh like girls and girl s bodies.

He stopped and realized who he was telling his most inner thoughts to.

He was telling them to Ms.

Templeton.

Of all people, the woman he liked the most in life, next to his mother, was standing in front of him, and so he shut his mouth for a little bit.

Once he did, Grace Templeton looked right into his eyes while wearing a warm smile on her lips.

Nodding, she said Hmmm, that s interesting Max.

You think so, uhhh honestly? he said, his eyes big and round and inquisitive.

Why s that? he asked.

Because almost all women I know are attracted to men, and men s bodies too, for probably the same reasons as you Max.

She paused, smiling and then said From what I ve learned, for one reason or another, girls or women, want to feel as if they are liked and loved deeply and intimately Max.

She didn t really know for sure if that would help him and added See, I don t think I m cute, but I think you are.

What did she just say he asked himself.

Did she just say she thought he was cute? Honestly, is that what he heard out of his teacher s mouth? Once he realized what she d said he was, and he felt, astounded.

His eyes, open wide, looked at her.

Even his mouth was open wide too.

Come on, he said in a surprised tone of voice to what she said.

You well you Ms.

Templeton to me are the most the most incredibly beautiful woman I know! I mean next to my mom that is he told himself.

Then he added I mean that too! I do I really do mam.

Umm you re actually gorgeous, he declared as seemed to grow hair on his balls so that he could tell her truthfully how he felt about her.

At that point, Ms.

Templeton was surprised as ever.

She couldn t believe anyone would feel that way about her.

She was shocked.

Her eyes were big and as she stood facing him he went on to tell her Ms.

Templeton, I think I think you re really, really, and I mean really very pretty! Yes, she was shocked as ever to hear those words out of his mouth.

He looked right at her, right into her eyes as he said it.

He smiled once she did but as stunned as she was she wasn t sure she could return his smile.

Still, it did feel nice to hear that, and her student was standing in front of her.

She didn t know it but Max was proud as hell of himself for saying what he d said.

Ms.

Templeton, I mean that too! I mean I mean I guess I ve been thinking about that for for a while too mam.

I guess I ve I ve wanted to uhhh tell you that for for a long time now.

I don t know how long but I guess it s been a really long time.

I know you uhhh probably don t believe me.

Yep, she was astonished as ever to hear what he had to say.

She didn t know what to say in response to it all.

At that point, she didn t know if whether or not she felt happy, shocked, or what but then she spoke up finally.

I m sorry Max but what do you mean? Like he hadn t already explained himself? I mean you come here all the time and so I see you all the time.

I m able to see you and look at you and I start to wonder.

I uhhh look at your face and well Ms.

Templeton its soooo pretty.

There are all kinds of pretty features on you I like.

I mean it too mam.

I look at your uhhh your upper, and he paused a moment and then said your body.

Then he stopped speaking altogether.

He looked her over as she stood vulnerable to his eyes.

She didn t know what or how to feel.

Then he went on to tell her Well you know I uhhh see your uhhh bosoms, your breasts mam.

I look at them and the rest of your body too.

I see your waists and mam I see beauty beyond beauty that most men probably do not see mam.

You are simply beautiful as ever.

And mam, and he looked down further to look at them and told her.

You have the most awesome looking set of hips I know.

She was shocked.

She was stunned.

She felt weird that a boy, an 18 year old boy would look at a woman, her age, and see these features.

Yes, okay, she had big boobs and she knew most guys saw that when they looked at her, but the rest of her body including her hips she thought.

What 18 year old boy takes a liking, an appreciation to her wide, wide hips? She felt different, totally different at that point.

She wasn t sure she felt sexy but it was nice that he had said something to that effect.

She was not sure what to tell him and wondered if she should say anything at all.

Well thank you Max, she finally said.

That s umm a nice thing to uhhh hear.

She felt good all over as she thought about what she d just heard out of his mouth.

As she began to think about it a little more suddenly she felt warm all over.

Now that to her was weird.

It was a very odd feeling that what an 18 year old boy told her start6ed making her feel that way.

Yes, it was a special comment, or better yet a compliment she told herself.

She felt the heat growing throughout her.

Suddenly she felt the heat intensify all over her and she told herself that this had come from an 18 year guy.

An 18 year old boy.

Okay, he really wasn t a boy anymore.

Max, in truth, was a man amongst men and in truth she was a single wantonly woman, and she did kind of like him too.

But that was it.

So again she told him Well thank you Max.

A smile finally appeared on her face.

He looked over and saw the smile.

He loved that smile of hers and knew that he did.

She went on to say That has to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me, honestly.

She was smiling and nodding her head.

With that, out of nowhere, she leaned in, and she kissed his cheek.

Thank you again Max.

He was turned on by the kiss on his cheek.

It was as if he had fallen in love with her.

They went back and she tried teaching him but his mind was off in a fantasy land of him and her as they held hands, laughed, talked, and loved one another.

Oh he did great on his test but he knew one thing.

He knew he wanted to be with her, romantically.

He got his test back.

He did perfect.

She assisted him with getting into the best college, which he loved having her help, and his mom was happy too.

Seeing as he was so taken by his teacher, he and Cynthia were not getting it on at all.

Weren t you upset or disappointed about that? I asked her.

Ohhhhhh honey nooooo, she said.

Whatever my son wants he gets dear.

So if he wants her and the teacher doesn t know it because he hasn t said so what will you do? I asked.

Well if I know it I ll see what the situation is between them.

I d speak with my son, she told me.

And did you two talk about that? I asked.

She smiled, as if mischievously, and she looked into my eyes.

Honey, I always, and I ll repeat this, as you ve probably figured this out by now, I always want something this like this to happen.

Hmmm, now she had me wondering.

God, let s go upstairs and lets just get undressed and play around.

But I didn t see that in her eyes.

Maybe she was masking it but I wasn t sure of it.

Anyway, she went on with the story about her son.

She had on one of her silky clingy pairs of pajamas, again, and as she left her room that night she headed down to her son s room.

She knocked, lightly, and he was in there and reading a book.

He heard her knock and said to come in.

He saw her.

Wearing that soft, clingy, and satiny pair of pajamas his eyes again locked in on his mom s body.

She smiled as usual as she appreciated the look he gave his mother.

Hi honey, she said as she smiled warmly as usual.

He heard that soft sweet tone of voice of hers as she stepped into his room.

He stared at her in that pair of pajamas she had on and she knew right away that he d like how she looked in them.

He said hi to her.

So dear, how things go today? He didn t know what to tell her or how to tell her.

She could tell that something was up.

Did you have a good day to day? He said yes as he thought about what he d said to Grace.

She didn t have a clue.

Did Ms.

Templeton and you clear everything up? Is she helping you out, right dear? With that, Cynthia sat down on his bed and as she sat there she looked at him and wondered about his day.

She immediately felt like undoing her pajama top for him.

She immediately felt like displaying her titties for her boy so that he could play around with him but she saw this look in his eyes.

Something had happened but what it was she wasn t sure.

Something s up, she said.

What is it? she asked.

I don t know mom, and he slid his body over as if inviting her to lay down next to her.

It was quiet for a reason.

He didn t want to tell her that he d spoken to Ms.

Templeton.

He didn t want to tell her that he d told her what he did.

That was, he thought, between him and her, and that was that.

I had a nice day I guess.

That s good, she told him as she smiled and wondered about him toying around with her bosoms.

Can I do anything at all for you? He looked at her but quickly looked down at her boobs.

Nooooo, I don t think so, he said.

In a calm voice she asked Would you like me to undo my top so you can play with these? She pointed to her boobs.

He looked at them again but surprised her saying Nooooo, that s okay.

You don t want to play with my nipples and boobs? she asked, calmly.

Nooooo, not tonight mom.

He went silent and then said I guess I have uhhh stuff on my mind.

That s all.

Alright, she said.

If you do you can come and see me.

You always know that.

He said okay and she slid out of his bed and headed to the door.

At the door, he stopped her.

Mom what s your uhhh vagina look like? That stunned her a little bit.

She turned around, smiling, and asked him if he wanted to see hers.

She told herself that she d like that.

Mmmmm, my son wants to see my pussy.

I can show you if you want to see it dear.

He looked down in that direction.

He looked back up at her and her top was already undone.

He saw the inner portion of her breasts.

His eyes grew bigger.

He didn t know it but she wanted a little action out of her son and if she could get it she d get it any way she could.

She took a few steps back into his room and wondered what she should do.

She wore no panties beneath her pajama bottoms.

Rarely did she wear them and thankfully she wasn t wearing them that day.

She loved that this was one of those days.

Honey, I ll do whatever it is you want dear.

Umm well, but he stopped.

What he really wanted was for him and Grace Templeton to be together.

That s what he wanted.

And he hoped that day would come.

Nooooo, I guess I m fine.

Not tonight mom sorry.

Still, she smiled but she wondered about him.

She would ve given it all up.

She would ve gone all nine yards with him.

She was that kind of person.

She would have put out for him no matter what seeing as she was that horny.

So then what happened? I asked her.

Out of nowhere, as odd as this seems, Cynthia got a little promiscuous with me.

He went on to college, she said.

We barely ever saw him after that.

But what about you honey don t you have a girlfriend? I mean you re a nice looking man.

I ve seen a lot of nice looking guys in my life and well you re a very nice looking man.

Whoa, I told myself.

Is she like hitting on me? This 54 year old, good looking woman, is hitting on me honestly? Well thank you, I replied with a smile and she smiled that smile of hers and invited me to take a walk on the grounds of their property instead.

Well, we can do that tomorrow, I said.

Like you don t have time to do that today dear? Come on, she went on to say.

I ve watched you.

I ve watched your eyes.

I ve seen how much they ve you ve looked me over which only means one thing of course dear.

She stared hard into me and smiled at me at the very same time.

I felt weird as she smiled and stared me down.

It didn t matter.

I knew I wanted her.

It didn t matter if the woman was 54.

She has a body.

A body that does not quit.

Back then she had it and to this day she has it.

Not many women are like that.

You want me, she said softly as she looked into my eyes.

I was falling for her, this 54 year old beautiful woman as she continued on.

But let me make it easy on you too dear.

She kept on smiling, as she shook her head, and added I want you too.

Holy freaking shit, I said mouthing the words.

You you want me, I thought.

She nodded her head and moved over to my body, a little.

I felt hot.

I knew I felt like jumping this older woman s body and I m sure she felt what I was feeling too.

Soooo dear care to come with me up to my room so that you and I can can learn about other portions of my home? she asked in that soft, inviting tone of voice of hers.

I swallowed hard.

My eyes, like her sons, bug out.

I was not expecting that of course but to her none of that mattered.

However, before I asked her something else, she pushed her body practically against mine, and guess what she did? She reached out and rubbed my leg.

I stared at her lovely hand on my leg and wondered.

I wondered about a few things.

So like where did your uhhh son umm go, Cynthia? I asked as I tried bringing the conversation back to its original intention.

She just smiled and wore those eyes of hers as she, what I thought, was caressing of my leg.

Ohhhhhhh dear, honey, she said as she looked up from my knee to my eyes.

You and I can always, and she paused a moment then said talk about him, me, and other stuff later on.

Right now, and she stood up and took my hand in hers and I let her we should Oh my God, I thought.

I wanted to collapse.

I wanted to close my eyes and run off into a world which I did not know.

All of a sudden, I didn t what to do.

All of a sudden, I felt I was losing my composure.

In truth I was fine but I sure didn t feel it inside of me.

Soooo, care to explore the house a little? I heard her ask.

Care to see his room and my room too? I swallowed hard, again.

Uh no no that s okay, and for whatever reason I said it.

I said something I shouldn t have said.

I know that to be true.

Maybe some other time, okay? Ohhhhhh alright, she said.

Maybe tomorrow, alright? Okay, I said, not thinking.

And that afternoon and that night I knew I had fucked up.

But but I knew where I wanted to be.

I wanted to be back over at her mansion.

I wanted to be back there and visiting this older, gorgeous woman.

However, I also knew I wanted us to be naked, naked as naked could be.

I started to prepare, in my thoughts, what exactly we d be doing.

Passion filled my thoughts as I pictured me on her and her on me as we fucked and we fucked and we lit up the mansion tomorrow night as if there was no tomorrow.

That was what I planned on doing tomorrow.

God, I could not wait.

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Adoptive Mother, Teacher and Reporter slowly come closer to deeds to be done Mom knows of son’s desire to be with teacher and reporter ready to do it with mom And if you can believe this as well Max agreed to tell her exactly how he felt about her.

Cynthia was a bit surprised but happy, and I was too, seeing as he was only 18 and Grace Templeton was 25.

You think to yourself what 25 year old wants to be seen with an 18 year old? She has to be a little messed up upstairs.

But weren t they all? Weren t Cynthia and Max messed up as well? Personally, yes, I thought.

Yes they were.

Even I was caught up in all of this a little.

Honestly, well honestly, I liked Cynthia a lot.

It was hard not to like her.

In all honesty, she has to be the nicest and sweetest and one of the prettiest women I ve ever known.

And to think about it all, when she was 31 way back then, she had to be a catch and a half.

And nowadays, although she is only 54, she still has a figure to die for, or so I think so.

In those black jeans she wore that day and that short sleeved top she had on, well all I wanted was to be with her and on her and showing her how much I adored and loved her in ways she hadn t ever been loved and adored.

However, I think she already knew that.

She got up again for whatever reason.

She saw something across the room.

I didn t see it but she did.

She walked over and as she did I watched her sleek ass, which of course was small but shapely as hell, cross the room.

I was astounded by its graceful eccentric qualities and I wanted to shout out to her May I suck your ass Cynthia? I mean just for today.

I ll pay you back somehow.

But none of that happened of course.

The story continued.

She knew everything that was important to her, which in the land of Cynthia and Max, well that was just about everything I suppose.

He left and went back to his own bedroom and once there he sat down on his bed.

Cynthia thought about what had happened earlier.

She felt this terrific need to orgasm.

She stood up, went to her door, and she locked it.

Back at her bed, she opened the drawer and pulled it out again, smiling.

She pulled down her pajama bottoms and turned on the vibrator, leaning back against her bed as she did it.

Spreading out her legs, she took her time, but before she knew it she was running the vibrator up closer and closer against her pussy.

Bam, her vibrator suddenly was inside of her.

Her eyes closed almost as quickly as she slid it in her.

It felt so damn nice in there.

Ohhhhhhh ahhhhh she had told herself as she moved it around while she felt its generating vibrations and as her pussy became wetter and even wetter as a result of it all.

The pulsations she felt induced a soon-to-be orgasm.

Her back flinched and Cynthia stiffened up.

Her eyes pinched closed even tighter.

Her back and thighs tightened up and she got even wetter as the vibrator caused her to orgasm at least once.

In her room, alone, she cried out, quietly, and she wished he was there to lick her out.

She would have loved that.

And so did I.

I wished I was old enough to have known her back then.

I orgasmed but unfortunately it was me and my vibrator.

No one else was there but my vibrator, she told me with a saddened look on her face.

I felt bad for her and wished I could tell her I would ve helped her but I didn t.

Anyway I got passed it all.

I felt great having orgasmed as a result.

I was wet, whipped kind of, and cum oozed down the inside of my thighs.

Mmmmm, now that felt nice.

I looked at her, wondering, and I think she wondered what I was thinking.

She went on with her story.

He was in his room, naked from the waist down, and he sat in his bed sort of like she was.

He was sitting there and staring at his long lean cock.

He wondered about masturbating as he thought about him and Grace Templeton and he thought about telling her how he felt about her.

He found her to be really beautiful and extremely sexy too.

And although she was a thicker, fuller figured woman, unlike Cynthia, to him she had a lot of qualities that he found attractive to him.

He sat on his bed, half naked, and thought about her and her body.

He sat there, thinking about her, and possibly being able to see parts or all of her naked and he reached out.

At first, he closed his eyes as he touched his penis, and as he wondered what she d think of this if she saw him like he was.

Would she like it or would he be disgusted with him if she knew that he was about to jack off because of her he asked himself.

She was his teacher of course and although she was a sweet, sweet woman who was like him in a lot of ways, she was older then him, and that alone made him unsure of what he was about to do.

He rubbed it, lightly.

He closed his eyes, as he thought about Grace, and even his mom, but envisioned Grace standing or even sitting on his bed, happily, while watching her student go at himself as he gradually worked his cock into an erection.

His fantasy, at that time, was she would entice him a little bit by unfastening the buttons on the front of her dress.

He always wished he could see her cleavage and bosoms.

How they made him feel inside was, well it was magical to him when he thought about it all.

He was sure off this too.

As thick and as curvy as the woman was she had to have the nicest, thickest cleavage around.

Her boobs, as big as they were, had to support that supporting cleavage she housed inside her clothing and bra.

He smiled, finally, knowing that her breasts and cleavage were an invitation to say something to her about her body.

He felt aroused simply because of that alone.

But he did not get hard.

He only sat against his backboard, thinking about Grace, Cynthia, and talking to Grace about her and possibly them.

He admitted it wasn t likely he d get to together with her seeing as she was older although so was his mom.

But being with his mom was entirely different he told himself as he smiled.

The very next day, he greeted his mom and hugged her too but Cynthia could tell something was different, something was unusual.

She wasn t sure what it was but Max was not his normal self.

Still he had classes, so to speak, and Grace was on her way.

This having been the normal schedule, she did not get involved, letting these two do their own thing as she went about her wifely duties, what little there were for her.

Hi Max, good morning, she said.

Good morning Ms.

Templeton, he came back.

They immediately sat down.

She started to teach but right away she noticed that he was distracted.

Something was up and he was not paying attention to her at all.

She asked what was bothering him.

Oh nothing, he said, just something uhhh personal.

Now seeing as they had grown close, in a manner of speaking she inquired as to what it was that seemed to be bothering him.

Awwww nothing nothing really, he lied.

Listen Max, she replied.

We ve known one another for what? Over two years? she said.

He said yes.

You re doing well, really well.

Let s do something a little different.

Let s go outside, get a little fresh air, and clear that mind of yours.

How s that sound? He said okay.

They put their pens and papers down and took off on a walking trail so he could clear his mind.

They walked for ten minutes, not saying a word to one another.

All of a sudden, she realized something grave was bothering him.

What s wrong Max? He would not tell her.

She asked again in a similar tone of voice his mom spoke in.

All of a sudden he realized he loved that tone of voice.

Come on, Max, she said again.

We ve known each other for over two years so what s bothering you? He thought about it.

Should I tell her? Should I break down and really tell her how I feel? He slowed then stopped walking altogether.

She stopped too.

He turned to look her in the face.

She grew curious as to why he stopped to look at her like he was.

He swallowed, hard, again which she noticed, but she waited.

She waited to hear what he had to say.

And finally he told her.

His eyes looked down and then his head.

She stood, waiting, and didn t say a word.

He looked up, slowly, but wouldn t look her in the eyes.

Finally he said As you know, I don t go to a regular high school.

Seeing as I don t I don t get to interact with people like uhhh boys and girls, okay? She said okay.

He shut up for a moment, looking back at the ground.

He thought how he wanted to tell her what was on his mind.

He looked back up at her.

She didn t see it yet.

See, I feel like I m starting to umm discover uhhh girls, kind of.

I m realizing that I uhhh like girls and girl s bodies.

He stopped and realized who he was telling his most inner thoughts to.

He was telling them to Ms.

Templeton.

Of all people, the woman he liked the most in life, next to his mother, was standing in front of him, and so he shut his mouth for a little bit.

Once he did, Grace Templeton looked right into his eyes while wearing a warm smile on her lips.

Nodding, she said Hmmm, that s interesting Max.

You think so, uhhh honestly? he said, his eyes big and round and inquisitive.

Why s that? he asked.

Because almost all women I know are attracted to men, and men s bodies too, for probably the same reasons as you Max.

She paused, smiling and then said From what I ve learned, for one reason or another, girls or women, want to feel as if they are liked and loved deeply and intimately Max.

She didn t really know for sure if that would help him and added See, I don t think I m cute, but I think you are.

What did she just say he asked himself.

Did she just say she thought he was cute? Honestly, is that what he heard out of his teacher s mouth? Once he realized what she d said he was, and he felt, astounded.

His eyes, open wide, looked at her.

Even his mouth was open wide too.

Come on, he said in a surprised tone of voice to what she said.

You well you Ms.

Templeton to me are the most the most incredibly beautiful woman I know! I mean next to my mom that is he told himself.

Then he added I mean that too! I do I really do mam.

Umm you re actually gorgeous, he declared as seemed to grow hair on his balls so that he could tell her truthfully how he felt about her.

At that point, Ms.

Templeton was surprised as ever.

She couldn t believe anyone would feel that way about her.

She was shocked.

Her eyes were big and as she stood facing him he went on to tell her Ms.

Templeton, I think I think you re really, really, and I mean really very pretty! Yes, she was shocked as ever to hear those words out of his mouth.

He looked right at her, right into her eyes as he said it.

He smiled once she did but as stunned as she was she wasn t sure she could return his smile.

Still, it did feel nice to hear that, and her student was standing in front of her.

She didn t know it but Max was proud as hell of himself for saying what he d said.

Ms.

Templeton, I mean that too! I mean I mean I guess I ve been thinking about that for for a while too mam.

I guess I ve I ve wanted to uhhh tell you that for for a long time now.

I don t know how long but I guess it s been a really long time.

I know you uhhh probably don t believe me.

Yep, she was astonished as ever to hear what he had to say.

She didn t know what to say in response to it all.

At that point, she didn t know if whether or not she felt happy, shocked, or what but then she spoke up finally.

I m sorry Max but what do you mean? Like he hadn t already explained himself? I mean you come here all the time and so I see you all the time.

I m able to see you and look at you and I start to wonder.

I uhhh look at your face and well Ms.

Templeton its soooo pretty.

There are all kinds of pretty features on you I like.

I mean it too mam.

I look at your uhhh your upper, and he paused a moment and then said your body.

Then he stopped speaking altogether.

He looked her over as she stood vulnerable to his eyes.

She didn t know what or how to feel.

Then he went on to tell her Well you know I uhhh see your uhhh bosoms, your breasts mam.

I look at them and the rest of your body too.

I see your waists and mam I see beauty beyond beauty that most men probably do not see mam.

You are simply beautiful as ever.

And mam, and he looked down further to look at them and told her.

You have the most awesome looking set of hips I know.

She was shocked.

She was stunned.

She felt weird that a boy, an 18 year old boy would look at a woman, her age, and see these features.

Yes, okay, she had big boobs and she knew most guys saw that when they looked at her, but the rest of her body including her hips she thought.

What 18 year old boy takes a liking, an appreciation to her wide, wide hips? She felt different, totally different at that point.

She wasn t sure she felt sexy but it was nice that he had said something to that effect.

She was not sure what to tell him and wondered if she should say anything at all.

Well thank you Max, she finally said.

That s umm a nice thing to uhhh hear.

She felt good all over as she thought about what she d just heard out of his mouth.

As she began to think about it a little more suddenly she felt warm all over.

Now that to her was weird.

It was a very odd feeling that what an 18 year old boy told her start6ed making her feel that way.

Yes, it was a special comment, or better yet a compliment she told herself.

She felt the heat growing throughout her.

Suddenly she felt the heat intensify all over her and she told herself that this had come from an 18 year guy.

An 18 year old boy.

Okay, he really wasn t a boy anymore.

Max, in truth, was a man amongst men and in truth she was a single wantonly woman, and she did kind of like him too.

But that was it.

So again she told him Well thank you Max.

A smile finally appeared on her face.

He looked over and saw the smile.

He loved that smile of hers and knew that he did.

She went on to say That has to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me, honestly.

She was smiling and nodding her head.

With that, out of nowhere, she leaned in, and she kissed his cheek.

Thank you again Max.

He was turned on by the kiss on his cheek.

It was as if he had fallen in love with her.

They went back and she tried teaching him but his mind was off in a fantasy land of him and her as they held hands, laughed, talked, and loved one another.

Oh he did great on his test but he knew one thing.

He knew he wanted to be with her, romantically.

He got his test back.

He did perfect.

She assisted him with getting into the best college, which he loved having her help, and his mom was happy too.

Seeing as he was so taken by his teacher, he and Cynthia were not getting it on at all.

Weren t you upset or disappointed about that? I asked her.

Ohhhhhh honey nooooo, she said.

Whatever my son wants he gets dear.

So if he wants her and the teacher doesn t know it because he hasn t said so what will you do? I asked.

Well if I know it I ll see what the situation is between them.

I d speak with my son, she told me.

And did you two talk about that? I asked.

She smiled, as if mischievously, and she looked into my eyes.

Honey, I always, and I ll repeat this, as you ve probably figured this out by now, I always want something this like this to happen.

Hmmm, now she had me wondering.

God, let s go upstairs and lets just get undressed and play around.

But I didn t see that in her eyes.

Maybe she was masking it but I wasn t sure of it.

Anyway, she went on with the story about her son.

She had on one of her silky clingy pairs of pajamas, again, and as she left her room that night she headed down to her son s room.

She knocked, lightly, and he was in there and reading a book.

He heard her knock and said to come in.

He saw her.

Wearing that soft, clingy, and satiny pair of pajamas his eyes again locked in on his mom s body.

She smiled as usual as she appreciated the look he gave his mother.

Hi honey, she said as she smiled warmly as usual.

He heard that soft sweet tone of voice of hers as she stepped into his room.

He stared at her in that pair of pajamas she had on and she knew right away that he d like how she looked in them.

He said hi to her.

So dear, how things go today? He didn t know what to tell her or how to tell her.

She could tell that something was up.

Did you have a good day to day? He said yes as he thought about what he d said to Grace.

She didn t have a clue.

Did Ms.

Templeton and you clear everything up? Is she helping you out, right dear? With that, Cynthia sat down on his bed and as she sat there she looked at him and wondered about his day.

She immediately felt like undoing her pajama top for him.

She immediately felt like displaying her titties for her boy so that he could play around with him but she saw this look in his eyes.

Something had happened but what it was she wasn t sure.

Something s up, she said.

What is it? she asked.

I don t know mom, and he slid his body over as if inviting her to lay down next to her.

It was quiet for a reason.

He didn t want to tell her that he d spoken to Ms.

Templeton.

He didn t want to tell her that he d told her what he did.

That was, he thought, between him and her, and that was that.

I had a nice day I guess.

That s good, she told him as she smiled and wondered about him toying around with her bosoms.

Can I do anything at all for you? He looked at her but quickly looked down at her boobs.

Nooooo, I don t think so, he said.

In a calm voice she asked Would you like me to undo my top so you can play with these? She pointed to her boobs.

He looked at them again but surprised her saying Nooooo, that s okay.

You don t want to play with my nipples and boobs? she asked, calmly.

Nooooo, not tonight mom.

He went silent and then said I guess I have uhhh stuff on my mind.

That s all.

Alright, she said.

If you do you can come and see me.

You always know that.

He said okay and she slid out of his bed and headed to the door.

At the door, he stopped her.

Mom what s your uhhh vagina look like? That stunned her a little bit.

She turned around, smiling, and asked him if he wanted to see hers.

She told herself that she d like that.

Mmmmm, my son wants to see my pussy.

I can show you if you want to see it dear.

He looked down in that direction.

He looked back up at her and her top was already undone.

He saw the inner portion of her breasts.

His eyes grew bigger.

He didn t know it but she wanted a little action out of her son and if she could get it she d get it any way she could.

She took a few steps back into his room and wondered what she should do.

She wore no panties beneath her pajama bottoms.

Rarely did she wear them and thankfully she wasn t wearing them that day.

She loved that this was one of those days.

Honey, I ll do whatever it is you want dear.

Umm well, but he stopped.

What he really wanted was for him and Grace Templeton to be together.

That s what he wanted.

And he hoped that day would come.

Nooooo, I guess I m fine.

Not tonight mom sorry.

Still, she smiled but she wondered about him.

She would ve given it all up.

She would ve gone all nine yards with him.

She was that kind of person.

She would have put out for him no matter what seeing as she was that horny.

So then what happened? I asked her.

Out of nowhere, as odd as this seems, Cynthia got a little promiscuous with me.

He went on to college, she said.

We barely ever saw him after that.

But what about you honey don t you have a girlfriend? I mean you re a nice looking man.

I ve seen a lot of nice looking guys in my life and well you re a very nice looking man.

Whoa, I told myself.

Is she like hitting on me? This 54 year old, good looking woman, is hitting on me honestly? Well thank you, I replied with a smile and she smiled that smile of hers and invited me to take a walk on the grounds of their property instead.

Well, we can do that tomorrow, I said.

Like you don t have time to do that today dear? Come on, she went on to say.

I ve watched you.

I ve watched your eyes.

I ve seen how much they ve you ve looked me over which only means one thing of course dear.

She stared hard into me and smiled at me at the very same time.

I felt weird as she smiled and stared me down.

It didn t matter.

I knew I wanted her.

It didn t matter if the woman was 54.

She has a body.

A body that does not quit.

Back then she had it and to this day she has it.

Not many women are like that.

You want me, she said softly as she looked into my eyes.

I was falling for her, this 54 year old beautiful woman as she continued on.

But let me make it easy on you too dear.

She kept on smiling, as she shook her head, and added I want you too.

Holy freaking shit, I said mouthing the words.

You you want me, I thought.

She nodded her head and moved over to my body, a little.

I felt hot.

I knew I felt like jumping this older woman s body and I m sure she felt what I was feeling too.

Soooo dear care to come with me up to my room so that you and I can can learn about other portions of my home? she asked in that soft, inviting tone of voice of hers.

I swallowed hard.

My eyes, like her sons, bug out.

I was not expecting that of course but to her none of that mattered.

However, before I asked her something else, she pushed her body practically against mine, and guess what she did? She reached out and rubbed my leg.

I stared at her lovely hand on my leg and wondered.

I wondered about a few things.

So like where did your uhhh son umm go, Cynthia? I asked as I tried bringing the conversation back to its original intention.

She just smiled and wore those eyes of hers as she, what I thought, was caressing of my leg.

Ohhhhhhh dear, honey, she said as she looked up from my knee to my eyes.

You and I can always, and she paused a moment then said talk about him, me, and other stuff later on.

Right now, and she stood up and took my hand in hers and I let her we should Oh my God, I thought.

I wanted to collapse.

I wanted to close my eyes and run off into a world which I did not know.

All of a sudden, I didn t what to do.

All of a sudden, I felt I was losing my composure.

In truth I was fine but I sure didn t feel it inside of me.

Soooo, care to explore the house a little? I heard her ask.

Care to see his room and my room too? I swallowed hard, again.

Uh no no that s okay, and for whatever reason I said it.

I said something I shouldn t have said.

I know that to be true.

Maybe some other time, okay? Ohhhhhh alright, she said.

Maybe tomorrow, alright? Okay, I said, not thinking.

And that afternoon and that night I knew I had fucked up.

But but I knew where I wanted to be.

I wanted to be back over at her mansion.

I wanted to be back there and visiting this older, gorgeous woman.

However, I also knew I wanted us to be naked, naked as naked could be.

I started to prepare, in my thoughts, what exactly we d be doing.

Passion filled my thoughts as I pictured me on her and her on me as we fucked and we fucked and we lit up the mansion tomorrow night as if there was no tomorrow.

That was what I planned on doing tomorrow.

God, I could not wait.

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The plot formed slowly, but there was one element that I didn't tell Janice about.

Charles needed another recharge day and Janice and I both agreed that a day without sex might make the next day, my final full day in there home, more memorable.

So we spent a whole day doing nothing but reading erotic stories to each other and talking about them and chatting online with friends and we each even did a cybersex thing with a random stranger to take the edge off.

Janice also told me about some of her exploits including fucking two guys at once.

She also showed me a video of her getting fucked by a young guy with a really big cock.

That was hot.

Janice and I spent the next day primping and plotting, while Charles was at work.

Janice told him before he left that the evening was going to be special, but at my request, she did not elaborate.

We shaved and painted our nails and selected outfits and of course, filled the day with girl talk.

We cooked a wonderful dinner of roast duck, one of Charles favorite meals.

It was served with wine and candlelight and chocolate mousse for dessert.

Afterward, Janice told Charles that drinks would be served in the den at 8 PM and we excused ourselves with a request to not be interrupted before then.

We went to my room to dress for the evening and this is when I took the big leap.

I removed my collar from my bag and held it in my two open palms the way I had seen Janice do.

I stepped up to her and said, "I am very afraid that I may lose my nerve if we stick with our original plan.

Without the fear of punishment, I don't know if can trust myself.

I offer my collar to you with a request that you use my body for your pleasure and also give it to Charles.

You've both been so helpful to me.

Require of me what you desire and punish me if I disobey." "Are you sure you want this, Geri?" She did not seem completely surprised by this, but she was clearly concerned.

"Yes, Ma'am." She took the collar from me and kissed me before fastening it around my neck.

"The plan will still be mostly the same but we have to respect the collar.

It would be best to start that right away.

Take off your clothes, Slave Geri." Slave Geri.

With great trepidation, I assumed the role I volunteered for.

I followed her commands and at 8 PM sharp she went out the door to make sure that Charles was in the den.

I quickly got the drink tray ready and she went into the room.

"Tonight Sir, we have a special surprise.

Our server for the evening will be my new slave, Geri.

Enter Slave." I stepped into the room with my drink tray and set it on the table between their chairs.

I could tell that Charles was astonished.

I self-consciously stood back and averted my eyes and fiddled with my hands.

I was wearing my most brazen slutwear.

On top, I wore a very tight red silk shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

It was not cut for a woman with breasts.

We found it in a store specializing in Asian clothing and it was probably made for young teen girls.

It had about a dozen buttons and fit like a second skin.

I wore that above a very short black skirt.

It was clear that the black fishnet stockings on my legs were held up by red satin garters.

My shoes were red patent leather high healed shoes that were made to look like schoolgirl uniform shoes.

"Slave Geri, lift your skirt and show us your pretty panties." I pulled up the front of my skirt and revealed my black lace panties.

"Now turn around and show us your backside." This was one of the moments I dreaded, but since I was facing away from them, it wasn't so bad.

I pulled my skirt up to reveal my bare ass cheeks with the thin thong between them.

"Now move your feet apart and bend over." I placed my feet just barely wider than my shoulders and bent over, revealing my dampening crotch and most certainly the outside part of Bishop II with the thong across him.

"Isn't she wonderful, Charles? I believe that's called having a butt like a black girl.

Now Slave, remove everything but the shoes and stockings.

Slaves have no need of modesty." I gasped, knowing that was coming, but I was still not comfortable with nudity in front of Charles, especially with the lights up and the occasional flash of the camera.

I tried to emulate Janice as I shed my clothing, letting each piece fall from me as if it was an insignificant afterthought.

First the blouse, then the skirt and finally the panties.

I didn't remove the garter belt and Janice didn't insist, There I stood, facing away from them, feeling as if I looked like a stick figure with two beach balls attached at the hips by elastic bands.

"Turn back around Slave.

Show us those beautiful microboobies." Of course, Janice understood the need to emphasize my figure flaws.

To speak of them but then accept me anyway made them acceptable.

Still, I was embarrassed to have them so prominently revealed to Charles.

"Offer those little boobies to Charles for inspection." I chose then to rebel.

It wasn't that I really didn't want to do what Janice commanded.

I just wanted to take some punishment now to prevent me from rebelling later.

"No Ma'am.

I can't.

I'm too shy." "What? Does my slave require punishment?" I turned my head to her, met her eyes and gave the smallest of nods.

"Get the chair, slave." I brought the straight wooden chair in from my room and set it in front of Charles.

I thought about which hand Janice would use and positioned the chair so that Charles would see my ass and pussy from his chair.

Janice smiled and said, "Good girl," as I laid across her knees.

Smack! "Ow! One.

Thank you Ma'am." I was glad I remembered the routine and when the tenth landed, Janice rubbed my bottom to soothe it and probably her stinging hand.

"Has all the shyness left my slave yet?" I hesitated a moment too long and another smack landed on my ass.

"Ow! Eleven.

Thank you Ma'am." "Nine more and I will ask again." Upon the count of twenty, she stopped and rubbed my cheeks again.

"Still shy?" "No, Ma'am." "You may get up and obey the command then." "Thank you Ma'am." I went over to Charles and knelt next to his chair as close as I could get.

I looked at his crotch and it was clear that he was quite hard from the show so far.

The light from the table lamp was full on my chest, but of course that didn't matter now.

With the tears from the spanking drying on my face, I said, "Slave Geri, ready for inspection, Sir." He touched each nipple and then leaned over and licked each one.

They stiffened and I felt a strong twinge in my pussy.

"They're beautiful, Slave Geri." "Thank you, Sir." "I think we should continue in the bedroom," Janice said.

"Slave Geri, put the chair back and bring our drinks." When I entered with the drink tray, Charles and Janice were kissing and Charles was removing her clothes.

She sat in a bedside chair naked and said, "Slave Geri, is there something you would like to ask?" "Yes Ma'am.

May I lick your pu...pussy, Ma'am." That was another of the things I was not sure I could ask in front of Charles, but the sting in my ass cheeks gave me the courage.

"Yes you may, Slave.

Charles, please take some photos." As I moved between her legs, Janice said, "You may start with my breasts, Slave." I licked and sucked her nipples while Charles took a few photos.

She tapped my shoulder to signal that I could now go lower.

I kissed my way down her belly and into her slit.

My first taste of pussy was quite pleasant.

She was very wet and some of her nectar had been oozing down her thigh.

I licked her thoroughly as Charles took photos.

A quick glance showed that his bulge had not subsided.

My tongue found her clit and she gasped with pleasure.

I started to circle her little nub and she moaned her appreciation.

She tweaked her nipples as her moans became louder.

"Ohhhh, I'm cumming, sweetie." I kept up my circling as she shuddered from the waves of pleasure.

When her breathing came back to normal, she said, "Very good job, Slave.

You're a natural pussylicker." I beamed at her praise and my smile felt funny from her drying pussy juices.

"Now, you may offer to suck Charles' cock." I moved on my knees to him and said, "May I suck your cock, Sir?" "Yes, Slave." I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor as he stood beside the bed.

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them as he removed his shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed and I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

I began to stroke the shaft as Janice took a couple of photos, but then she got up and went to her dresser, signalling that the main event would commence soon.

She returned with her strapon in place and crawled onto the bed.

"That's enough, Slave.

We want him ready, but not too ready.

Come up on the bed." This was the part that most worried me.

I climbed over her to be ready to slide down on her rubber dong.

But I did not know if I could make the next offer no matter how much I wanted to.

When I first heard that she let Charles and another man both into her, I knew that it had to be on my bucket list and I didn't think I would ever find any two whom I could trust as much as them.

But what it involved was just such a personal thing and I did not think I could go through with it.

"Now beg Charles to fuck your ass." What? Beg? I was supposed to offer my ass to him, not beg him to take it.

Janice had gone off-script and...

"Does the slave need more punishment?" My ass was still stinging from the spanking.

I didn't think I could take another two swats, much less another ten.

The threat was real and imminent.

"No, Ma'am.

Please Sir, please fuck my ass." Charles crawled onto the bed and positioned himself behind me.

I was about to lower myself onto the dildo when I felt his cock slide into my wet pussy.

It felt great, but he only took two long strokes before pulling it back out.

I slid down on the dildo as Charles pulled Bishop II from my ass and replaced him with the head of his cock.

I eased my weight down onto Janice as Charles slowly pushed into my ass.

When I felt his hips against my ass cheeks, he began to stroke full length into me.

Each stroke caused my clit to rub against the strapon harness and the combination of both cocks in me gave me an incredible feeling.

Janice had two free hands and each found one of my nipples.

I was the meat in a fuck sandwich and ohmigod did it feel good! I started to moan and then Charles started to match his strokes to me.

As I sped up, he sped up and soon he was slamming my ass so hard that Janice's boobs were rocking beneath me.

I looked at her then, right in the eyes, and she looked into mine.

She smiled and nodded and I came.

I had her permission to come and I released the last of my reservations and accepted myself for who I was, the ugly swan who overcame her fears and accepted that love comes from within as much as from others.

Charles pumped his cum into me as wave after wave of bliss washed through me.

I kissed Janice then and thanked her for all the gifts she bestowed on me.

Epilogue I know I shocked Charles when he and Janice dropped me off at the airport terminal the next day.

When he snuck his hand under my dress for the goodbye grope, he found bare ass.

I was wearing my white lace thong panties, white holdup stockings, saddle shoes, pigtails, a girlish Alice-in-Wonderland dress, Bishop II and my collar.

I also had a change of clothes in my carryon bag for changing into when I got to the airport in New England, but only because I would be seeing Mom and Dad outside the terminal and didn't want to give either of them a heart attack.

True to her word, Janice either deleted or gave me all the copies of the photos she had taken, including the ones from her cell phone.

At least I think she did.

It doesn't really matter if she kept copies, because I trust her and I get turned on at the idea of them looking at my naughty bits.

All the photos fit on a single SD card, so I could hide it easily and now I have all these explicit shots for my online friends.

Several amazing things happened on my return flight.

I mentioned that I was wearing a dress.

Ordinarily I don't wear dresses because nobody makes them for flat-chested women with a huge ass, but since we were shopping in the younger departments, Janice somehow found me a dress with a slightly loose top and an extra full skirt.

She convinced me that a bra padded out to make me a 32A was appropriate.

When I got to my seat to put my carryon bag in the overhead bin, I was facing the row I would be sitting in and a well dressed fiftyish man.

The man in the row behind me was mid-fortyish.

Since I'm only 5' 1", there was no way I was going to get that bag up there without giving a show.

The old me would have been wearing clothes that wouldn't draw attention.

The old me would also have been too shy to ask for assistance.

The new me was not too shy to ask for assistance.

I just didn't see the point.

There were no children around and I would either never see these guys again or we would become friends.

So I just hoisted that bag up into the open bin, standing on tiptoes to get it in.

The man behind me gasped.

The man in front of me did a double-take.

Later he struck up a conversation and I ended up with a dinner date the next time he came to town.

Yes, he's married but it was a good meal and he has a nice friendly cock.

Later, a handsome male flight attendant spoke to me as I was standing in line to use a restroom.

He was thirty-something and had the slight build typical of male flight attendants and a nice bulge in his uniform slacks.

He complimented me on my ensemble and especially my collar.

'C'mon,' I thought.

'It's just a cheap dog collar'.

Clearly he was commenting on the fact that I was wearing a collar.

During the brief conversation, I looked at the choker he wore, because tight neck jewelry is unusual for men.

It was an interesting string of silver cubicle beads.

The word SLAVE was engraved, one letter each, in the five beads at the center of it.

You really had to look close to notice it.

I mentioned that I was new to the scene and would be without a Domme as soon as I landed.

That is when I had promised Janice that I would remove the collar.

A while later, a beautiful female flight attendant talked to me.

She was the male flight attandent's Domme and they were both hoping they could meet with me sometime for dinner and drinks.

I agreed, with the clear intent of consulting Janice before proceeding.

Sis had agreed to continue being my mentor and I relied on her to keep me safe.

They turned out to be a very nice and tasty couple.

At the moment, I'm not collared.

I'm not beautiful or pretty or even cute, but the evidence I've compiled since those flights indicates I'm fuckable and likable.

I now have satisfying online and offline friendships.

I've got a steady guy and he rocks my world when he's in town, which is about one night a month.

It's enough.

I have a circle of cyber-lovers of both sexes and I've met some men and women in real life who liked me in and then out of my slutwear.

This is one ugly swan who lost her fear of flying.

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The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 8 I experience the liberation of submission.

The plot formed slowly, but there was one element that I didn’t tell Janice about.

Charles needed another recharge day and Janice and I both agreed that a day without sex might make the next day, my final full day in there home, more memorable.

So we spent a whole day doing nothing but reading erotic stories to each other and talking about them and chatting online with friends and we each even did a cybersex thing with a random stranger to take the edge off.

Janice also told me about some of her exploits including fucking two guys at once.

She also showed me a video of her getting fucked by a young guy with a really big cock.

That was hot.

Janice and I spent the next day primping and plotting, while Charles was at work.

Janice told him before he left that the evening was going to be special, but at my request, she did not elaborate.

We shaved and painted our nails and selected outfits and of course, filled the day with girl talk.

We cooked a wonderful dinner of roast duck, one of Charles favorite meals.

It was served with wine and candlelight and chocolate mousse for dessert.

Afterward, Janice told Charles that drinks would be served in the den at 8 PM and we excused ourselves with a request to not be interrupted before then.

We went to my room to dress for the evening and this is when I took the big leap.

I removed my collar from my bag and held it in my two open palms the way I had seen Janice do.

I stepped up to her and said, “I am very afraid that I may lose my nerve if we stick with our original plan.

Without the fear of punishment, I don’t know if can trust myself.

I offer my collar to you with a request that you use my body for your pleasure and also give it to Charles.

You’ve both been so helpful to me.

Require of me what you desire and punish me if I disobey.” “Are you sure you want this, Geri?” She did not seem completely surprised by this, but she was clearly concerned.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She took the collar from me and kissed me before fastening it around my neck.

“The plan will still be mostly the same but we have to respect the collar.

It would be best to start that right away.

Take off your clothes, Slave Geri.” Slave Geri.

With great trepidation, I assumed the role I volunteered for.

I followed her commands and at 8 PM sharp she went out the door to make sure that Charles was in the den.

I quickly got the drink tray ready and she went into the room.

“Tonight Sir, we have a special surprise.

Our server for the evening will be my new slave, Geri.

Enter Slave.” I stepped into the room with my drink tray and set it on the table between their chairs.

I could tell that Charles was astonished.

I self-consciously stood back and averted my eyes and fiddled with my hands.

I was wearing my most brazen slutwear.

On top, I wore a very tight red silk shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

It was not cut for a woman with breasts.

We found it in a store specializing in Asian clothing and it was probably made for young teen girls.

It had about a dozen buttons and fit like a second skin.

I wore that above a very short black skirt.

It was clear that the black fishnet stockings on my legs were held up by red satin garters.

My shoes were red patent leather high healed shoes that were made to look like schoolgirl uniform shoes.

“Slave Geri, lift your skirt and show us your pretty panties.” I pulled up the front of my skirt and revealed my black lace panties.

“Now turn around and show us your backside.” This was one of the moments I dreaded, but since I was facing away from them, it wasn’t so bad.

I pulled my skirt up to reveal my bare ass cheeks with the thin thong between them.

“Now move your feet apart and bend over.” I placed my feet just barely wider than my shoulders and bent over, revealing my dampening crotch and most certainly the outside part of Bishop II with the thong across him.

“Isn’t she wonderful, Charles? I believe that’s called having a butt like a black girl.

Now Slave, remove everything but the shoes and stockings.

Slaves have no need of modesty.” I gasped, knowing that was coming, but I was still not comfortable with nudity in front of Charles, especially with the lights up and the occasional flash of the camera.

I tried to emulate Janice as I shed my clothing, letting each piece fall from me as if it was an insignificant afterthought.

First the blouse, then the skirt and finally the panties.

I didn’t remove the garter belt and Janice didn’t insist, There I stood, facing away from them, feeling as if I looked like a stick figure with two beach balls attached at the hips by elastic bands.

“Turn back around Slave.

Show us those beautiful microboobies.” Of course, Janice understood the need to emphasize my figure flaws.

To speak of them but then accept me anyway made them acceptable.

Still, I was embarrassed to have them so prominently revealed to Charles.

“Offer those little boobies to Charles for inspection.” I chose then to rebel.

It wasn’t that I really didn’t want to do what Janice commanded.

I just wanted to take some punishment now to prevent me from rebelling later.

“No Ma’am.

I can’t.

I’m too shy.” “What? Does my slave require punishment?” I turned my head to her, met her eyes and gave the smallest of nods.

“Get the chair, slave.” I brought the straight wooden chair in from my room and set it in front of Charles.

I thought about which hand Janice would use and positioned the chair so that Charles would see my ass and pussy from his chair.

Janice smiled and said, “Good girl,” as I laid across her knees.

Smack! “Ow! One.

Thank you Ma’am.” I was glad I remembered the routine and when the tenth landed, Janice rubbed my bottom to soothe it and probably her stinging hand.

“Has all the shyness left my slave yet?” I hesitated a moment too long and another smack landed on my ass.

“Ow! Eleven.

Thank you Ma’am.” “Nine more and I will ask again.” Upon the count of twenty, she stopped and rubbed my cheeks again.

“Still shy?” “No, Ma’am.” “You may get up and obey the command then.” “Thank you Ma’am.” I went over to Charles and knelt next to his chair as close as I could get.

I looked at his crotch and it was clear that he was quite hard from the show so far.

The light from the table lamp was full on my chest, but of course that didn’t matter now.

With the tears from the spanking drying on my face, I said, “Slave Geri, ready for inspection, Sir.” He touched each nipple and then leaned over and licked each one.

They stiffened and I felt a strong twinge in my pussy.

“They’re beautiful, Slave Geri.” “Thank you, Sir.” “I think we should continue in the bedroom,” Janice said.

“Slave Geri, put the chair back and bring our drinks.” When I entered with the drink tray, Charles and Janice were kissing and Charles was removing her clothes.

She sat in a bedside chair naked and said, “Slave Geri, is there something you would like to ask?” “Yes Ma’am.

May I lick your pu…pussy, Ma’am.” That was another of the things I was not sure I could ask in front of Charles, but the sting in my ass cheeks gave me the courage.

“Yes you may, Slave.

Charles, please take some photos.” As I moved between her legs, Janice said, “You may start with my breasts, Slave.” I licked and sucked her nipples while Charles took a few photos.

She tapped my shoulder to signal that I could now go lower.

I kissed my way down her belly and into her slit.

My first taste of pussy was quite pleasant.

She was very wet and some of her nectar had been oozing down her thigh.

I licked her thoroughly as Charles took photos.

A quick glance showed that his bulge had not subsided.

My tongue found her clit and she gasped with pleasure.

I started to circle her little nub and she moaned her appreciation.

She tweaked her nipples as her moans became louder.

“Ohhhh, I’m cumming, sweetie.” I kept up my circling as she shuddered from the waves of pleasure.

When her breathing came back to normal, she said, “Very good job, Slave.

You’re a natural pussylicker.” I beamed at her praise and my smile felt funny from her drying pussy juices.

“Now, you may offer to suck Charles’ cock.” I moved on my knees to him and said, “May I suck your cock, Sir?” “Yes, Slave.” I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor as he stood beside the bed.

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them as he removed his shirt.

He sat on the edge of the bed and I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

I began to stroke the shaft as Janice took a couple of photos, but then she got up and went to her dresser, signalling that the main event would commence soon.

She returned with her strapon in place and crawled onto the bed.

“That’s enough, Slave.

We want him ready, but not too ready.

Come up on the bed.” This was the part that most worried me.

I climbed over her to be ready to slide down on her rubber dong.

But I did not know if I could make the next offer no matter how much I wanted to.

When I first heard that she let Charles and another man both into her, I knew that it had to be on my bucket list and I didn’t think I would ever find any two whom I could trust as much as them.

But what it involved was just such a personal thing and I did not think I could go through with it.

“Now beg Charles to fuck your ass.” What? Beg? I was supposed to offer my ass to him, not beg him to take it.

Janice had gone off-script and…

“Does the slave need more punishment?” My ass was still stinging from the spanking.

I didn’t think I could take another two swats, much less another ten.

The threat was real and imminent.

“No, Ma’am.

Please Sir, please fuck my ass.” Charles crawled onto the bed and positioned himself behind me.

I was about to lower myself onto the dildo when I felt his cock slide into my wet pussy.

It felt great, but he only took two long strokes before pulling it back out.

I slid down on the dildo as Charles pulled Bishop II from my ass and replaced him with the head of his cock.

I eased my weight down onto Janice as Charles slowly pushed into my ass.

When I felt his hips against my ass cheeks, he began to stroke full length into me.

Each stroke caused my clit to rub against the strapon harness and the combination of both cocks in me gave me an incredible feeling.

Janice had two free hands and each found one of my nipples.

I was the meat in a fuck sandwich and ohmigod did it feel good! I started to moan and then Charles started to match his strokes to me.

As I sped up, he sped up and soon he was slamming my ass so hard that Janice’s boobs were rocking beneath me.

I looked at her then, right in the eyes, and she looked into mine.

She smiled and nodded and I came.

I had her permission to come and I released the last of my reservations and accepted myself for who I was, the ugly swan who overcame her fears and accepted that love comes from within as much as from others.

Charles pumped his cum into me as wave after wave of bliss washed through me.

I kissed Janice then and thanked her for all the gifts she bestowed on me.

Epilogue I know I shocked Charles when he and Janice dropped me off at the airport terminal the next day.

When he snuck his hand under my dress for the goodbye grope, he found bare ass.

I was wearing my white lace thong panties, white holdup stockings, saddle shoes, pigtails, a girlish Alice-in-Wonderland dress, Bishop II and my collar.

I also had a change of clothes in my carryon bag for changing into when I got to the airport in New England, but only because I would be seeing Mom and Dad outside the terminal and didn’t want to give either of them a heart attack.

True to her word, Janice either deleted or gave me all the copies of the photos she had taken, including the ones from her cell phone.

At least I think she did.

It doesn’t really matter if she kept copies, because I trust her and I get turned on at the idea of them looking at my naughty bits.

All the photos fit on a single SD card, so I could hide it easily and now I have all these explicit shots for my online friends.

Several amazing things happened on my return flight.

I mentioned that I was wearing a dress.

Ordinarily I don’t wear dresses because nobody makes them for flat-chested women with a huge ass, but since we were shopping in the younger departments, Janice somehow found me a dress with a slightly loose top and an extra full skirt.

She convinced me that a bra padded out to make me a 32A was appropriate.

When I got to my seat to put my carryon bag in the overhead bin, I was facing the row I would be sitting in and a well dressed fiftyish man.

The man in the row behind me was mid-fortyish.

Since I’m only 5′ 1″, there was no way I was going to get that bag up there without giving a show.

The old me would have been wearing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention.

The old me would also have been too shy to ask for assistance.

The new me was not too shy to ask for assistance.

I just didn’t see the point.

There were no children around and I would either never see these guys again or we would become friends.

So I just hoisted that bag up into the open bin, standing on tiptoes to get it in.

The man behind me gasped.

The man in front of me did a double-take.

Later he struck up a conversation and I ended up with a dinner date the next time he came to town.

Yes, he’s married but it was a good meal and he has a nice friendly cock.

Later, a handsome male flight attendant spoke to me as I was standing in line to use a restroom.

He was thirty-something and had the slight build typical of male flight attendants and a nice bulge in his uniform slacks.

He complimented me on my ensemble and especially my collar.

‘C’mon,’ I thought.

‘It’s just a cheap dog collar’.

Clearly he was commenting on the fact that I was wearing a collar.

During the brief conversation, I looked at the choker he wore, because tight neck jewelry is unusual for men.

It was an interesting string of silver cubicle beads.

The word SLAVE was engraved, one letter each, in the five beads at the center of it.

You really had to look close to notice it.

I mentioned that I was new to the scene and would be without a Domme as soon as I landed.

That is when I had promised Janice that I would remove the collar.

A while later, a beautiful female flight attendant talked to me.

She was the male flight attandent’s Domme and they were both hoping they could meet with me sometime for dinner and drinks.

I agreed, with the clear intent of consulting Janice before proceeding.

Sis had agreed to continue being my mentor and I relied on her to keep me safe.

They turned out to be a very nice and tasty couple.

At the moment, I’m not collared.

I’m not beautiful or pretty or even cute, but the evidence I’ve compiled since those flights indicates I’m fuckable and likable.

I now have satisfying online and offline friendships.

I’ve got a steady guy and he rocks my world when he’s in town, which is about one night a month.

It’s enough.

I have a circle of cyber-lovers of both sexes and I’ve met some men and women in real life who liked me in and then out of my slutwear.

This is one ugly swan who lost her fear of flying.

Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 7

My recliner is so comfortable, I'm in a comfy night gown and the book I was reading a book called "The Heat of the Night.

It was not a erotic story however....

I'm sitting in my rocker recliner in my living room on a hot summer night.

Windows open and the blinds wide open.

Wearing a cotton nightgown.

I'm having a glass of wine.

I'm relaxed and reading and my hands automatically strum my nipple.

My nipple is so puffy and feels so good on my fingers and starts to harden.

I realize I'm touching my nipple and I start to tingle.

I put the book down to give myself more attention.

My nipples are the most sensitive part well except my clit.

I take my nails and scrape my nipple through my night gown.

I laugh because my hubby calls this my granny night gown.

I start to unbutton my night gown, slipping my hand in and rubbing my sensitive bosom.

I take my breasts out and caress them slowly and then lift one to my mouth, licking the hard nipple I start to suck it .

My tits are so satiny soft.

(I baby oil twice a day) My pussy is starting to drip.

As I feel my pussy dripping I realize I'm on my new rocker.

I stand up and a warm breeze comes through the window.

I let my night gown fall to the floor.

Feeling the breeze on my naked body, I start to caress my breast and belly in front of the window.( I got up to get a towel) I slide my hand down to my waxed mound.

I cup my whole vagina pressing slowly, my clit is swollen and hard.

I feel my wetness on my fingers.

I moan loudly, not realizing my neighbors are watching.

My neighbors are a nice couple in their mid 30's.

She is a tall slender woman with perky tits.

I have always lusted after her.

She has red hair (I wonder if she has red hair on her pussy).

Her hubby is average guy with a small gut, but still ruggedly handsome.

I slowly finger my clit moaning and sliding my finger through my pussy juices.

I take my other hand and pinch my nipples.

I strum my clit like a guitar pic to the guitar strings.

(my hubby taught me how to cum multiple times this way) My juices dripping down my legs I sit down again putting my legs on the arms of the chair.

Rubbing my clit harder breathing heavy and moaning.

(uhhhh yesss ohhhh yessss doooooo it).

Neighbors outside listening and peeking in the window.

The husband is behind his wife rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear how hard he is.

She can feel it though.

I slide a finger in my pussy, slides so easily my finger nails filled with my pussy juice.

I take it to my mouth and taste my self.

Ohhh yessss mmmmmmmmm licking it and sucking my finger.

I look around for something bigger to put in me.

I realize I have either the TV remote, a hair brush handle, or the wine bottle.

I decide the wine bottle is the best.

I stand up and slowly take the bottle and slide it in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

Mmm moaning more yes.

I sit it down on the floor and squatting up and down and rubbing my clit.

MMMM my body tightening and convulsing eyes rolling back in my head, juices dripping all over the bottle.

The neighbor is fingering his wife as they watch me masturbate.

He's talking nasty to her, telling her he would like for me to be squatting on his cock.

I hear her moan.

I move my eyes slowly out the window.

I don't think they know I know they are watching so I pick up the pace and give them a show.

I lift my leg on the chair and let them see my waxed pussy fully.

I rub and moan Sticking two fingers in and out then three.

I'm hitting my g spot good so good I quickly cum on my fingers.

I start to lick my nipples, then sucking them .

I take a pillow and lay it on my ottoman I straddle the pillow and lay my body down humping the pillow.

I usually cum so hard when I grind on anything, I start humping and my clits grinding the pillow making me come close to an orgasm.

I stop mmm "Need a cock," I say loudly.

Instead I run and get a dildo.

I shove it in my pussy hard and lay back on the pillow holding it in me and turning it on slowly at first as I hump.

I hear them now he's fucking her from behind standing up, talking dirty, she's out of breathe and both are ready to cum.

I pick up the pace and I turn it up higher vibrating my hole body.

faster I hump screaming in pleasure.

I hear them, they are close.

Faster we all are fucking in our ways.

I'm cummming I screammm, "Yessssssssss yessss yesss fuck yes." I hear them scream out both coming at the same time.

I stand up and sit in my chair.

I say thank you neighbors.

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My body My own body makes me horny Feels so good to sit and read.

My recliner is so comfortable, I’m in a comfy night gown and the book I was reading a book called “The Heat of the Night.

It was not a erotic story however….

I’m sitting in my rocker recliner in my living room on a hot summer night.

Windows open and the blinds wide open.

Wearing a cotton nightgown.

I’m having a glass of wine.

I’m relaxed and reading and my hands automatically strum my nipple.

My nipple is so puffy and feels so good on my fingers and starts to harden.

I realize I’m touching my nipple and I start to tingle.

I put the book down to give myself more attention.

My nipples are the most sensitive part well except my clit.

I take my nails and scrape my nipple through my night gown.

I laugh because my hubby calls this my granny night gown.

I start to unbutton my night gown, slipping my hand in and rubbing my sensitive bosom.

I take my breasts out and caress them slowly and then lift one to my mouth, licking the hard nipple I start to suck it .

My tits are so satiny soft.

(I baby oil twice a day) My pussy is starting to drip.

As I feel my pussy dripping I realize I’m on my new rocker.

I stand up and a warm breeze comes through the window.

I let my night gown fall to the floor.

Feeling the breeze on my naked body, I start to caress my breast and belly in front of the window.( I got up to get a towel) I slide my hand down to my waxed mound.

I cup my whole vagina pressing slowly, my clit is swollen and hard.

I feel my wetness on my fingers.

I moan loudly, not realizing my neighbors are watching.

My neighbors are a nice couple in their mid 30′s.

She is a tall slender woman with perky tits.

I have always lusted after her.

She has red hair (I wonder if she has red hair on her pussy).

Her hubby is average guy with a small gut, but still ruggedly handsome.

I slowly finger my clit moaning and sliding my finger through my pussy juices.

I take my other hand and pinch my nipples.

I strum my clit like a guitar pic to the guitar strings.

(my hubby taught me how to cum multiple times this way) My juices dripping down my legs I sit down again putting my legs on the arms of the chair.

Rubbing my clit harder breathing heavy and moaning.

(uhhhh yesss ohhhh yessss doooooo it).

Neighbors outside listening and peeking in the window.

The husband is behind his wife rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear how hard he is.

She can feel it though.

I slide a finger in my pussy, slides so easily my finger nails filled with my pussy juice.

I take it to my mouth and taste my self.

Ohhh yessss mmmmmmmmm licking it and sucking my finger.

I look around for something bigger to put in me.

I realize I have either the TV remote, a hair brush handle, or the wine bottle.

I decide the wine bottle is the best.

I stand up and slowly take the bottle and slide it in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

Mmm moaning more yes.

I sit it down on the floor and squatting up and down and rubbing my clit.

MMMM my body tightening and convulsing eyes rolling back in my head, juices dripping all over the bottle.

The neighbor is fingering his wife as they watch me masturbate.

He’s talking nasty to her, telling her he would like for me to be squatting on his cock.

I hear her moan.

I move my eyes slowly out the window.

I don’t think they know I know they are watching so I pick up the pace and give them a show.

I lift my leg on the chair and let them see my waxed pussy fully.

I rub and moan Sticking two fingers in and out then three.

I’m hitting my g spot good so good I quickly cum on my fingers.

I start to lick my nipples, then sucking them .

I take a pillow and lay it on my ottoman I straddle the pillow and lay my body down humping the pillow.

I usually cum so hard when I grind on anything, I start humping and my clits grinding the pillow making me come close to an orgasm.

I stop mmm “Need a cock,” I say loudly.

Instead I run and get a dildo.

I shove it in my pussy hard and lay back on the pillow holding it in me and turning it on slowly at first as I hump.

I hear them now he’s fucking her from behind standing up, talking dirty, she’s out of breathe and both are ready to cum.

I pick up the pace and I turn it up higher vibrating my hole body.

faster I hump screaming in pleasure.

I hear them, they are close.

Faster we all are fucking in our ways.

I’m cummming I screammm, “Yessssssssss yessss yesss fuck yes.” I hear them scream out both coming at the same time.

I stand up and sit in my chair.

I say thank you neighbors.

He is a very handsome man who is six foot two and has very broad shoulders.

His six pack abs and hot ass have always made me melt.

Until yesterday, I had just thought of us as friends and as an impossible fantasy.

Yesterday, he told me that he liked me and had always found me to be very attractive.

He asked if I would ever like to be with him.

I was dumbfounded and could not respond, and we left it at that.

I woke this morning feeling really stupid and found myself wanting to call him.

I reached for the phone, but just as I was typing his number, the screen displayed his name.

He was calling me.

Hesitantly, I put my thumb on the answer button and pushed it.

"Hello, babe," he said.

"Hey," I answered wearily.

"Can I come and see you?" he asked.

"Sure.

When?" I said.

"Now.

Open your front door," he chuckled.

I rushed to my bedroom window and looked out.

He was sitting in his car.

He looked so incredibly hot.

I rushed back to the phone.

"It is alright," he said.

"Just come and open the door for me." I said, "Just give me a few seconds to put something on." He laughed, "Oh, please don't do that." I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown.

I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it.

As he came through the door, he bent down to hug me.

We both went to the kitchen, and put on a kettle for tea.

I could feel him staring at me.

It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

It felt like he wanted to grab me and throw me down on the table and take me right then and there.

With that thought in mind, I handed him his cup of tea.

He said, "Look, what I said last night was the truth, but I don't want it to change our friendship." "To tell the truth, Sam, I have wanted to tell you something for a very long time," I said.

Concerned, he looked at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

As I stopped talking, he put his hand on mine and held it tightly.

"Go on.

Talk to me," he said.

I spoke hesitantly, "I have always liked you and thought about you as more than just friends." The moment those words came out my mouth, a smirk appeared on his face.

I then remembered that I was not wearing anything underneath my gown and asked to excuse myself to change.

I walked out the room and into the bedroom, taking off my gown.

I opened my wardrobe and started looking at clothes.

Just then, I felt his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck.

I turned around and he put his hand on my face and he kissed me.

Our tongues darted against each other.

He broke the kiss and stared at me.

"Sam?" I said.

He said nothing, but guided me to the bed.

He put me down on my back and started kissing me again, but this time his hand made its way from my hip to my breast, pinching my nipple just the right amount to make me moan.

He then stopped to remove his shirt and trousers.

He was left wearing only his boxer shorts.

I could see he hard cock sticking through the thin material.

I went to reach for it but he stopped me and pushed my hand away.

"No.

This is about you," he said.

Without saying a word, he started sucking my right nipple and playing with my other nipple with his left hand.

I began moaning as he then moved his hand down my side and slid it in between my legs and up to the warmth of my pussy.

I gasped as his hand brushed my clit.

He felt how wet I was and started sliding a finger inside me.

He then added another, making me moan aloud.

The excitement of fingering me was bringing him close to climax.

He sat up and took his boxers off, revealing his 8-inch fat cock.

I was in shock he started rubbing it up against my pussy, getting the tip wet.

He slid it in slowly.

I gasped as the monster disappeared of inside my tight, very wet pussy.

He slowly started sliding in and out of me.

I was moaning in pure pleasure and he started to pick up the pace as my pussy had adjusted to his size perfectly.

He started to breathe heavily and pounded my pussy faster.

I felt it throbbing deep inside my pussy and knew that I was going to cum.

My pussy tightened around his cock and a wave of pleasure flashed over body.

I screamed in pleasure.

Sam started to get deeper and moaned as he is climaxed with me.

I felt every drop of his hot cum pump inside me.

He slowed down to a stop and put his head on my shoulder.

He slowly slipped his now deflating cock out of me and laid beside me.

He pulled me over to cuddle up to him.

I put my head on his chest and he pulled the cover over us.

I looked up to him and he kissed my forehead.

"You're my girl now," he said.

"Guess I am," I smiled happily.

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more than friends I have secretly wanted my friend Sam for my lover for years.

He is a very handsome man who is six foot two and has very broad shoulders.

His six pack abs and hot ass have always made me melt.

Until yesterday, I had just thought of us as friends and as an impossible fantasy.

Yesterday, he told me that he liked me and had always found me to be very attractive.

He asked if I would ever like to be with him.

I was dumbfounded and could not respond, and we left it at that.

I woke this morning feeling really stupid and found myself wanting to call him.

I reached for the phone, but just as I was typing his number, the screen displayed his name.

He was calling me.

Hesitantly, I put my thumb on the answer button and pushed it.

“Hello, babe,” he said.

“Hey,” I answered wearily.

“Can I come and see you?” he asked.

“Sure.

When?” I said.

“Now.

Open your front door,” he chuckled.

I rushed to my bedroom window and looked out.

He was sitting in his car.

He looked so incredibly hot.

I rushed back to the phone.

“It is alright,” he said.

“Just come and open the door for me.” I said, “Just give me a few seconds to put something on.” He laughed, “Oh, please don’t do that.” I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown.

I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it.

As he came through the door, he bent down to hug me.

We both went to the kitchen, and put on a kettle for tea.

I could feel him staring at me.

It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

It felt like he wanted to grab me and throw me down on the table and take me right then and there.

With that thought in mind, I handed him his cup of tea.

He said, “Look, what I said last night was the truth, but I don’t want it to change our friendship.” “To tell the truth, Sam, I have wanted to tell you something for a very long time,” I said.

Concerned, he looked at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

As I stopped talking, he put his hand on mine and held it tightly.

“Go on.

Talk to me,” he said.

I spoke hesitantly, “I have always liked you and thought about you as more than just friends.” The moment those words came out my mouth, a smirk appeared on his face.

I then remembered that I was not wearing anything underneath my gown and asked to excuse myself to change.

I walked out the room and into the bedroom, taking off my gown.

I opened my wardrobe and started looking at clothes.

Just then, I felt his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck.

I turned around and he put his hand on my face and he kissed me.

Our tongues darted against each other.

He broke the kiss and stared at me.

“Sam?” I said.

He said nothing, but guided me to the bed.

He put me down on my back and started kissing me again, but this time his hand made its way from my hip to my breast, pinching my nipple just the right amount to make me moan.

He then stopped to remove his shirt and trousers.

He was left wearing only his boxer shorts.

I could see he hard cock sticking through the thin material.

I went to reach for it but he stopped me and pushed my hand away.

“No.

This is about you,” he said.

Without saying a word, he started sucking my right nipple and playing with my other nipple with his left hand.

I began moaning as he then moved his hand down my side and slid it in between my legs and up to the warmth of my pussy.

I gasped as his hand brushed my clit.

He felt how wet I was and started sliding a finger inside me.

He then added another, making me moan aloud.

The excitement of fingering me was bringing him close to climax.

He sat up and took his boxers off, revealing his 8-inch fat cock.

I was in shock he started rubbing it up against my pussy, getting the tip wet.

He slid it in slowly.

I gasped as the monster disappeared of inside my tight, very wet pussy.

He slowly started sliding in and out of me.

I was moaning in pure pleasure and he started to pick up the pace as my pussy had adjusted to his size perfectly.

He started to breathe heavily and pounded my pussy faster.

I felt it throbbing deep inside my pussy and knew that I was going to cum.

My pussy tightened around his cock and a wave of pleasure flashed over body.

I screamed in pleasure.

Sam started to get deeper and moaned as he is climaxed with me.

I felt every drop of his hot cum pump inside me.

He slowed down to a stop and put his head on my shoulder.

He slowly slipped his now deflating cock out of me and laid beside me.

He pulled me over to cuddle up to him.

I put my head on his chest and he pulled the cover over us.

I looked up to him and he kissed my forehead.

“You’re my girl now,” he said.

“Guess I am,” I smiled happily.

The place is familiar, well-known to me and comforting.

My life has been so prosaic I ve been in a rut that feels as deep as a canyon.

I feel as if I could die from ennui.

I m resigned to attending the conference, but can t help feel a slight breeze of optimism; with this welcome break in routine and typical of my nature, like a sailboat, I tack into it.

Almost against my will, my spirits lift as I check in and get settled.

The next morning, I m driving into the rising sun, fortified by a restful sleep, a continental breakfast and a large cup of coffee.

I still can t help but feel this is the advent of better things.

From where is this ridiculous optimism coming? It s like a premonition, but of what, I can t even explain to myself.

As I walk into the conference auditorium, I greet familiar faces and settle myself in one of the middle seats.

Several minutes later, the conference coordinator comes in, followed by about a half a dozen of what I assume is her staff.

After a brief welcome and introduction, I realize these are her instructors.

My gaze rests on each as they are introduced, and my attention is caught by one man, who stands at her side.

He is tall and broad, has dark hair touched with gray, with arresting features and eyes that snap with intelligence and wry humour.

There is a hint of arrogance around his mouth, which is full and sensual.

As the conference coordinator introduces him, my pulse increases and my mouth goes dry.

Why do I find this man so compelling? He doesn t seem to notice my regard at all, but I can t see anything or anyone else in front of me.

The conference has begun in earnest.

I have no choice but to pull myself together, ask pertinent questions and take notes.

The information that s being imparted is essential to my work at home, and I can t afford to miss a single detail.

When it s almost the end of the day, we ve had several knowledgeable instructors for each topic on the agenda, and there s only one more topic left.

The conference is three days long, but I can t help but wonder if the man who so drew me earlier would be instructing the class next.

Oh and he is.

He strides to the front of the room to the dais, introduces himself again and immediately confirms what I suspected at first glance: He is incredibly intelligent, articulate and is able to hold our attention with a solid knowledge of his material and a humourous delivery.

He emphasizes main points, gesticulating with his hands, and with the quirk of an eyebrow, he has the entire class in the palm of his hand.

I m completely entranced.

As he speaks, his gaze wanders between his presentation on the screen, to individuals sitting in the auditorium, keeping them engaged.

I m almost desperate for his eyes to catch mine.

Then, for just a second, they do, and it almost seems like his eyes can see right into me.

Both eyebrows slightly lift, almost as if asking me an unspoken question.

Before I know it, his lecture is over, and he is swarmed by my colleagues, who have to ask him one more question or make one more point but I know there are women in the class who are like me, and just wish for a few minutes more in his presence.

A hot, swooping sensation is in my stomach.

I can t stay another minute when we re finally dismissed for the day.

In agitation, I drive back to my hotel.

I change into clothes that feel uncomfortably tight, and go for a drink in the hotel bar.

I have a book with me, but I can t get past the first page.

Colleagues arrive for supper and a drink, but I can t eat.

I finish my drink, make my excuses, and head to my room.

After two hours of television shows I can t remember, even my skin is tight, and I can t sit still.

I opt for a shower, and stay in the steamy wet heat for at least a half an hour, repeatedly stroking my body, when the soap and shampoo have long since been rinsed away.

What is wrong with me? When I ve dried off, I step out with some determination, and snap off all the lamps but one in the far corner.

The bed is enormous, with four pillows end to end, and I arrange them all to my satisfaction.

I reach into my suitcase, and bring out my vibrator, resolved to get rid of this inexplicable craving.

I try to start slow, to build the pressure and enjoy the final release, but I just can t.

I touch my clit and find myself swollen and soaking wet, so with no preliminaries, I fuck myself with the dildo, with the attachment vibrating against my clit, and I come explosively in seconds.

I ve just made an incredible amount of noise, but as I lay there still panting, with a fine sheen of sweat on me, I m all alone in my room and don t care.

But my satisfaction is short-lived.

In another minute, as I experimentally play with myself, I realize I need it again.

This time, with the image of a big man with that piercing gaze in my mind s eye, I get there even faster, and there s no way I want to stop it, as I pluck my nipples with my other hand.

Two more times throughout the night I reach for my vibrator, desperate for release, all the time, taunted by his image.

Now it s the next morning.

Again, the sun is shining, and now I feel a different reason for my optimism.

I m so tired, but the anticipation is swelling.

I return to my seat in the conference room, eagerly awaiting him.

But like the day before, we have many lectures, with many instructors, and none have been him.

With one more class again to go before the end of the day, he walks in.

At his first word, I m his again.

Again, his gaze wanders to each of us, again, his gaze briefly locks on mine, and AGAIN, his eyes seem to ask a question.

I so want to answer but I m so afraid this connection we seem to have is all in my head.

But he s so completely knowledgeable about his topic, he s made it so absorbing and compelling, it would be impossible to not pay attention to him.

He holds me prisoner with the timbre of his voice, those large, capable, expressive hands, that enticing hint of arrogance and those sharp, sharp eyes that seem to miss nothing.

He can t possibly not notice the effect he s having on me.

But perhaps he doesn t, as now his lecture is over, and we re done for another day.

But this time he lingers, seeming to take longer than it should to pack up his briefcase, and again, I get that questioning glance that gives me tight little shivers inside.

So I take my time packing up as well, wondering if this is all a product of my wishful reverie, or if we ve somehow really forged this intimate connection that only I can see.

Everyone has finally left, and it s only the two of us in the room.

Where are you parked? He asks me.

Just across the street, I answer, not quite able to meet his eyes.

I ll walk with you, then, He replies with a twinkle, amused, and seeming to sense how I m feeling.

Arrogant man! Of course he s noticed the effect he s had on me.

His self-confidence and obvious assumption that I want him so badly should have dampened the fires of my lust, but with the full impact of his charisma finally so close, I want to pull the very smell of him into my blood.

I have no choice but to follow where he leads.

When we get to my car, I open the door and am about to get in, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

An electric current runs straight through me, and I know I m wet.

He asks me, What room are you in? Of course, he d know the hotel, as everyone who s attending the conference is at the same one.

Before I can launch into him for his presumption, my mouth opens of its own accord.

422, I whisper.

He doesn t smile when he says to me, See you later.

Is that later as in tonight? Or later tomorrow, on the last day of the conference? Either way, my stomach is tight, and I break every speed limit getting back to the hotel.

I request a bottle of white wine from room service, strip off my business casual clothes and dive into the shower.

The thought of spending another night in the company of my vibrator is beyond aggravating and the thought of spending it otherwise is absolutely terrifying and beyond exhilarating.

But after my shower, I get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with no underwear or bra, and I leave my feet bare.

He may have consumed my every thought waking and sleeping for two days, but I have more spirit than to wait on my bed patiently in a bathrobe for someone who is toying with me.

I turn on the TV, more for the company than anything else, and open my laptop.

I catch up on the news and read my emails.

An hour goes by.

Then, two.

At the three and a half hour mark, there s a knock on the door.

Hands shaking, I answer it.

And there he is.

He s changed into more casual clothes like me, which doesn t disarm his physical presence in the slightest.

He takes in everything about me, from my hair that s been let down and is damp and curly still from my shower, to my t-shirt, with the outline of my tits with their nipples peaked, all the way down to how I fill out my jeans.

I can t help making the same appraisal.

He, too, is freshly showered, and the smell of him is completely clean and free of cologne.

I feel my nostrils flare as I take in the purely male scent of him.

His long sleeved shirt looks soft and comfortable, but is fitted to his frame.

His jeans are snug, and now I ve lost track of everything else, because he fills them out so perfectly, I know I ve been staring too long.

Do I pass inspection? He asks with a grin.

I think you ll do, I reply, deadpan, finally having found my own sense of humour.

There s a moment of silence, as he stands in my doorway and we look at each other.

I get this funny feeling of a point of no return that with his first single step into the room, there s no turning back.

Do you want to talk? His voice has lowered, and he s pointedly looking in my eyes, forcing me to hold his gaze, as he seeks my honest answer.

There could be only one answer to give him.

No, I whisper, and step back.

He steps in the room completely, and the door closes behind him with a snick that seems overly loud in the charged silence.

At the sound, my heart races, and I m trembling.

A random thought occurs: Strange, how sex, fight or flight are all so closely linked.

He deliberately walks toward me, slowly; I walk backwards, until the backs of my knees are touching the bed.

The expression on his face is so intense, so arresting, I m not sure what he plans on doing first.

To my surprise, he stands in front of me, cups my face in both of his slightly callused hands, and kisses me and kisses me sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips so I ll let him in, stroking his tongue with mine, sucking on my lower lip until I m whimpering.

I m so close, if I rise up on my toes, I might be able to rub my clit close to his cock.

As I stand on my toes to do so, he reaches behind me, grabs my ass, and pulls me up to where I need to be.

My control is gone, and I m rubbing against him with wordless pleas.

But he has his own agenda.

When he s done, I m gratified to see his kiss-swollen lips and to feel his iron cock pressing against me, but my patience has vanished.

His seems to as well, as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it off in that masculine way.

When he pauses, I take advantage, all shyness gone, and lick my way across his nipples, up to the line of his jaw, down the cords of his neck, his taste intoxicating.

He doesn t indulge me for long.

He grabs my t-shirt from the bottom and lifts it off, eyes widening at the lack of bra underneath.

He glances down at my bare toes, then back to my face, with that sexy, questioning look again.

I quirk an eyebrow as if to say, If you want to know what else is underneath, there s only one way to find out.

I love our body language; I love the way we stay silent, but say so much.

But he, too, gets distracted, cups my tits in both hands, suckles my nipples and buries his nose in my cleavage.

He trails two fingers down the middle.

I shudder, thinking of him running something else long and firm down my cleavage.

I look into his eyes, and I can see the exact same thought, and suddenly, the reins snap.

He rips my jeans off, pushes me backwards onto the bed, with my legs still dangling over the side.

He crouches in front of me, and opens me like a flower.

I m panting I want to stay quiet for awhile, because I just know he ll be wringing sounds out of me that I ve never made, but I can t hold back the moans.

He begins to lick, sliding just around my clit, enough to drive me crazy.

His lips rub my clit, then slip away to lick around it again.

My moans are getting louder, and I can t stay still.

He pulls up my legs so my feet are flat on the bed, then pushes my knees outwards, so he can hold me down better.

I m frantic.

My hips are lifting in time.

One of his hands is under my ass and a finger has slipped into my asshole.

My eyes snap open, as it s uncomfortable, at first.

But he keeps licking and sucking.

Another finger slides in, and seems to be rubbing against an inner wall I can t imagine.

While yet another finger has found another entrance, sadly neglected to this point, and aching to be filled.

My panting is louder, my noises are totally out of my control, and my head thrashes on the bed.

I start begging.

Please please PLEASE!...

I can t He lifts his head up, his eyes now on fire, his lips wet with my juices, and his voice like gravel, You can.

You WILL.

Now he leaves his fingers in my ass, and totally concentrates on kissing and sucking on my clit.

The pressure is building.

My heartbeat is racing.

I don t know where to put my hands, and they land on my tits, squeezing and pulling.

When he looks up to see this, he hums against me, and then I completely shatter .

OHHHHH! Oh, god where does the magical mystery tour go from here? Without giving me time to recover, he pulls me to my feet, then walks us to the hard-backed chair sitting in front of the desk.

Intrigued, I watch as he sits down, then pulls me to him, so I sit facing him.

I may be spent, but he certainly isn t, and I m immediately impaled.

Ohhh wow The possibilities seem endless to me.

I can rub my tits against his chest, kiss and lick so many things, nibble on his jaw and his ear but once again, he s ahead of me.

He grabs my hands and pulls them behind me, able to hold both in only one of his.

He grabs my hair in his other hand, and steadily pulls back, until my head is back tight and I can t reach anything on him.

Just as I was his prisoner in the classroom, he has me willingly imprisoned again, and I m so turned on, I can hardly bear it.

Now what are you going to do? He asks me roughly, slowly raising and lowering himself, so my body rides up and down his turgid cock.

I rock against him in counterpoint.

But I m through letting him have his way without a fight, so I say, Hmmm what do YOU plan to do? He stops moving and says, smugly, Nothing, I think.

I squeeze the muscles of my cunt around him, and he just slightly flinches.

I m not totally defenseless.

Well, now the gloves are off.

He picks up the pace, until I can no longer hope to keep up, and now the hand has moved from my hair, sneakily down my back and his fingers are in my ass again.

This time, they re welcome, and I eagerly rotate my hips around his fingers and cock, until I feel the inevitable pressure building again.

With little warning, the wave crashes, and I almost scream this time, before collapsing onto his chest, boneless, soaked in sweat, his and mine, and bodily juices from him and from me.

The smell of sex is in the air, and I m loving it.

But as I catch my breath, I realize, he s still hard inside of me.

He s been so in control, so playful, and so generous, I m dying to return the favour.

I lean back, this time I give him the questioning look, and gently ease myself off his jutting cock.

I kneel in front of him, as he still sits on the chair, pull my hair to the side, and gently put the head of his cock into my mouth.

I can taste myself, and as I run my tongue down the slit at the top, I taste the pre-come, too.

My mouth waters this is going to take some time.

I pull the full length of him all the way in, and it s significant.

I let him out, and suck for a while on the very head, eliciting a moan.

But I m after more of a reaction than that.

I lick all the way down to his balls, following the vein, and take them into my mouth, running my tongue underneath.

The moan is a little louder, this time.

I glance up, under my eyelashes, and I m seeing some of what I m wanting from him his face is flushed, his eyes are burning , and the tendons are standing out at his neck.

But he s still holding back.

I relax my throat and come back to the head, pulling the entire length in again, so the head rubs against my soft palette, and part-way down my throat.

I put both hands on his hips, and pick up the pace.

I become so absorbed in what I m doing, I m moaning myself, and don t want to stop.

His hands are in my hair, holding me in place, and I can tell, that just for a second, whatever plans he had, he s tempted to let me take him, to come in my mouth and let me drink him in.

With one last thrust, he pulls away.

He then throws me bodily on the bed, face down, and I can hear him breathing hard.

I m not a slight woman, and his sheer strength takes my breath away.

I look over my shoulder, and the look in his eyes is almost of a wild thing.

He grabs my hips, and pulls me to him.

He grabs my lube from my suitcase how in the world did he know that was there?...

and I can hear him spreading a generous amount on his hands.

He grips my ass, pulls the cheeks apart, and rubs his fingers over the entrance of me.

And now I understand all those times earlier, with his fingers moving in and out, he s been readying me for his possession all this time.

I think I ve been ready for his possession my whole life, and while nervous, I can t wait.

He puts still more lube, straight from the bottle, in the crack of my ass, massaging it in, dipping his fingers in my asshole and stretching the tissues as gently as he can.

It feels a bit strange, but by the trembling of his hands, I know he wants it badly, and I m going to give it to him.

After rubbing some on himself, half of the container of lube is gone, and neither of us is holding anything back.

He takes my hips, and pulls me to him fits himself to the entrance of my ass, and slowly, eases in.

It s TIGHT.

At first, I can only take the head of his cock, moving in and out, but the feeling becomes so incredible, I raise my hips instinctively, and pull him right to the hilt.

OHHH Not sure if I like it wait a second.

Can I still tighten around him? I pull everything as tight as I can, squeezing the muscles of my cunt, squeezing my ass cheeks NOW I get a reaction! NOW he s making noise, and oh my god, NOW he s picking up the pace.

Ohhh and hitting this place inside me somewhere I ve never felt before almost like I have to pee, but not OH GOD, PLEASE GO FASTER! I m overwhelmed overpowered and completely owned.

He s pulled my hair back so tight, my neck snaps back and tears involuntarily start in my eyes.

I don t care.

He still isn t pulling hard enough.

But there s no way I can keep up.

He s the storm, and I m just hanging on, hoping I won t get swept away.

He s taunting me, too.

You like it, don t you? You like it in your ass.

Tell me you like it.

His hot breath is at my ear, we re covered in sweat, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together are so raw, so primal.

I love it! I gasp, unable to say anything else.

I think I m going to .oh god You re going to come? He rasps out.

Then come for me.

COME for me.

NOW! And, incredibly, I come, and soak the bed like I ve never done in my life; it s simply everywhere.

I ve been taken apart and put back together, and am no longer my own person.

When he grates out, Tell me you want me to come in your ass TELL me! I m helpless to do anything but whatever he wants, to say whatever he needs to hear.

Come in my ass PLEASE! I want you to! And he finally loses control and collapses on me with a shout, his glorious full weight behind me, and my arms held by him over my head; I ve never been so taken.

In the aftermath, we lay there, his hot, full weight on me.

Aftershocks of the most powerful, unrelenting orgasm of my life ripple through me, and I involuntarily clench around him, still buried to the hilt in my ass.

I feel his forehead touch my back as he catches his breath.

I know he has to leave, so I wait.

Finally, his lips touch the back of my neck, less a kiss than a caress and his tongue traces a line down to the base of my spine.

His voice is hoarse as he whispers, Thank you.

I can t find the words to thank him back, but I raise my head from my arms.

He washes briefly in the bathroom sink, and my eyes follow him as he dresses.

As he turns to leave, I find my voice and whisper back, Thank YOU.

I hear the door close behind him, and I curl up on my side, incapable of thought.

Barely aware, I smile as I fall asleep.

The next day is the last of the conference, and will probably end no later than noon , so I don t expect to see him again.

My whole body feels a jolt when he walks in for one last class, right before the conference is closed.

My face heats, and I m positive it s there for anyone to see that not only have I had this man, I want him again, and right this minute.

As we close, the conference coordinator informs us of the date of the next conference, and for the positions we hold, that it s mandatory and six months away.

His eyes slide towards mine and I get that questioning look that makes me instantly wet.

My eyes give him my answer YES.

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That Questioning Look We’re strangers, but one look from him makes me wet View Author’s Copyright Information That Questioning Look I pull in to the parking lot of the hotel, in town again for a conference.

The place is familiar, well-known to me and comforting.

My life has been so prosaic I ve been in a rut that feels as deep as a canyon.

I feel as if I could die from ennui.

I m resigned to attending the conference, but can t help feel a slight breeze of optimism; with this welcome break in routine and typical of my nature, like a sailboat, I tack into it.

Almost against my will, my spirits lift as I check in and get settled.

The next morning, I m driving into the rising sun, fortified by a restful sleep, a continental breakfast and a large cup of coffee.

I still can t help but feel this is the advent of better things.

From where is this ridiculous optimism coming? It s like a premonition, but of what, I can t even explain to myself.

As I walk into the conference auditorium, I greet familiar faces and settle myself in one of the middle seats.

Several minutes later, the conference coordinator comes in, followed by about a half a dozen of what I assume is her staff.

After a brief welcome and introduction, I realize these are her instructors.

My gaze rests on each as they are introduced, and my attention is caught by one man, who stands at her side.

He is tall and broad, has dark hair touched with gray, with arresting features and eyes that snap with intelligence and wry humour.

There is a hint of arrogance around his mouth, which is full and sensual.

As the conference coordinator introduces him, my pulse increases and my mouth goes dry.

Why do I find this man so compelling? He doesn t seem to notice my regard at all, but I can t see anything or anyone else in front of me.

The conference has begun in earnest.

I have no choice but to pull myself together, ask pertinent questions and take notes.

The information that s being imparted is essential to my work at home, and I can t afford to miss a single detail.

When it s almost the end of the day, we ve had several knowledgeable instructors for each topic on the agenda, and there s only one more topic left.

The conference is three days long, but I can t help but wonder if the man who so drew me earlier would be instructing the class next.

Oh and he is.

He strides to the front of the room to the dais, introduces himself again and immediately confirms what I suspected at first glance: He is incredibly intelligent, articulate and is able to hold our attention with a solid knowledge of his material and a humourous delivery.

He emphasizes main points, gesticulating with his hands, and with the quirk of an eyebrow, he has the entire class in the palm of his hand.

I m completely entranced.

As he speaks, his gaze wanders between his presentation on the screen, to individuals sitting in the auditorium, keeping them engaged.

I m almost desperate for his eyes to catch mine.

Then, for just a second, they do, and it almost seems like his eyes can see right into me.

Both eyebrows slightly lift, almost as if asking me an unspoken question.

Before I know it, his lecture is over, and he is swarmed by my colleagues, who have to ask him one more question or make one more point but I know there are women in the class who are like me, and just wish for a few minutes more in his presence.

A hot, swooping sensation is in my stomach.

I can t stay another minute when we re finally dismissed for the day.

In agitation, I drive back to my hotel.

I change into clothes that feel uncomfortably tight, and go for a drink in the hotel bar.

I have a book with me, but I can t get past the first page.

Colleagues arrive for supper and a drink, but I can t eat.

I finish my drink, make my excuses, and head to my room.

After two hours of television shows I can t remember, even my skin is tight, and I can t sit still.

I opt for a shower, and stay in the steamy wet heat for at least a half an hour, repeatedly stroking my body, when the soap and shampoo have long since been rinsed away.

What is wrong with me? When I ve dried off, I step out with some determination, and snap off all the lamps but one in the far corner.

The bed is enormous, with four pillows end to end, and I arrange them all to my satisfaction.

I reach into my suitcase, and bring out my vibrator, resolved to get rid of this inexplicable craving.

I try to start slow, to build the pressure and enjoy the final release, but I just can t.

I touch my clit and find myself swollen and soaking wet, so with no preliminaries, I fuck myself with the dildo, with the attachment vibrating against my clit, and I come explosively in seconds.

I ve just made an incredible amount of noise, but as I lay there still panting, with a fine sheen of sweat on me, I m all alone in my room and don t care.

But my satisfaction is short-lived.

In another minute, as I experimentally play with myself, I realize I need it again.

This time, with the image of a big man with that piercing gaze in my mind s eye, I get there even faster, and there s no way I want to stop it, as I pluck my nipples with my other hand.

Two more times throughout the night I reach for my vibrator, desperate for release, all the time, taunted by his image.

Now it s the next morning.

Again, the sun is shining, and now I feel a different reason for my optimism.

I m so tired, but the anticipation is swelling.

I return to my seat in the conference room, eagerly awaiting him.

But like the day before, we have many lectures, with many instructors, and none have been him.

With one more class again to go before the end of the day, he walks in.

At his first word, I m his again.

Again, his gaze wanders to each of us, again, his gaze briefly locks on mine, and AGAIN, his eyes seem to ask a question.

I so want to answer but I m so afraid this connection we seem to have is all in my head.

But he s so completely knowledgeable about his topic, he s made it so absorbing and compelling, it would be impossible to not pay attention to him.

He holds me prisoner with the timbre of his voice, those large, capable, expressive hands, that enticing hint of arrogance and those sharp, sharp eyes that seem to miss nothing.

He can t possibly not notice the effect he s having on me.

But perhaps he doesn t, as now his lecture is over, and we re done for another day.

But this time he lingers, seeming to take longer than it should to pack up his briefcase, and again, I get that questioning glance that gives me tight little shivers inside.

So I take my time packing up as well, wondering if this is all a product of my wishful reverie, or if we ve somehow really forged this intimate connection that only I can see.

Everyone has finally left, and it s only the two of us in the room.

Where are you parked? He asks me.

Just across the street, I answer, not quite able to meet his eyes.

I ll walk with you, then, He replies with a twinkle, amused, and seeming to sense how I m feeling.

Arrogant man! Of course he s noticed the effect he s had on me.

His self-confidence and obvious assumption that I want him so badly should have dampened the fires of my lust, but with the full impact of his charisma finally so close, I want to pull the very smell of him into my blood.

I have no choice but to follow where he leads.

When we get to my car, I open the door and am about to get in, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

An electric current runs straight through me, and I know I m wet.

He asks me, What room are you in? Of course, he d know the hotel, as everyone who s attending the conference is at the same one.

Before I can launch into him for his presumption, my mouth opens of its own accord.

422, I whisper.

He doesn t smile when he says to me, See you later.

Is that later as in tonight? Or later tomorrow, on the last day of the conference? Either way, my stomach is tight, and I break every speed limit getting back to the hotel.

I request a bottle of white wine from room service, strip off my business casual clothes and dive into the shower.

The thought of spending another night in the company of my vibrator is beyond aggravating and the thought of spending it otherwise is absolutely terrifying and beyond exhilarating.

But after my shower, I get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with no underwear or bra, and I leave my feet bare.

He may have consumed my every thought waking and sleeping for two days, but I have more spirit than to wait on my bed patiently in a bathrobe for someone who is toying with me.

I turn on the TV, more for the company than anything else, and open my laptop.

I catch up on the news and read my emails.

An hour goes by.

Then, two.

At the three and a half hour mark, there s a knock on the door.

Hands shaking, I answer it.

And there he is.

He s changed into more casual clothes like me, which doesn t disarm his physical presence in the slightest.

He takes in everything about me, from my hair that s been let down and is damp and curly still from my shower, to my t-shirt, with the outline of my tits with their nipples peaked, all the way down to how I fill out my jeans.

I can t help making the same appraisal.

He, too, is freshly showered, and the smell of him is completely clean and free of cologne.

I feel my nostrils flare as I take in the purely male scent of him.

His long sleeved shirt looks soft and comfortable, but is fitted to his frame.

His jeans are snug, and now I ve lost track of everything else, because he fills them out so perfectly, I know I ve been staring too long.

Do I pass inspection? He asks with a grin.

I think you ll do, I reply, deadpan, finally having found my own sense of humour.

There s a moment of silence, as he stands in my doorway and we look at each other.

I get this funny feeling of a point of no return that with his first single step into the room, there s no turning back.

Do you want to talk? His voice has lowered, and he s pointedly looking in my eyes, forcing me to hold his gaze, as he seeks my honest answer.

There could be only one answer to give him.

No, I whisper, and step back.

He steps in the room completely, and the door closes behind him with a snick that seems overly loud in the charged silence.

At the sound, my heart races, and I m trembling.

A random thought occurs: Strange, how sex, fight or flight are all so closely linked.

He deliberately walks toward me, slowly; I walk backwards, until the backs of my knees are touching the bed.

The expression on his face is so intense, so arresting, I m not sure what he plans on doing first.

To my surprise, he stands in front of me, cups my face in both of his slightly callused hands, and kisses me and kisses me sliding his tongue along the seam of my lips so I ll let him in, stroking his tongue with mine, sucking on my lower lip until I m whimpering.

I m so close, if I rise up on my toes, I might be able to rub my clit close to his cock.

As I stand on my toes to do so, he reaches behind me, grabs my ass, and pulls me up to where I need to be.

My control is gone, and I m rubbing against him with wordless pleas.

But he has his own agenda.

When he s done, I m gratified to see his kiss-swollen lips and to feel his iron cock pressing against me, but my patience has vanished.

His seems to as well, as he grabs the neck of his shirt to pull it off in that masculine way.

When he pauses, I take advantage, all shyness gone, and lick my way across his nipples, up to the line of his jaw, down the cords of his neck, his taste intoxicating.

He doesn t indulge me for long.

He grabs my t-shirt from the bottom and lifts it off, eyes widening at the lack of bra underneath.

He glances down at my bare toes, then back to my face, with that sexy, questioning look again.

I quirk an eyebrow as if to say, If you want to know what else is underneath, there s only one way to find out.

I love our body language; I love the way we stay silent, but say so much.

But he, too, gets distracted, cups my tits in both hands, suckles my nipples and buries his nose in my cleavage.

He trails two fingers down the middle.

I shudder, thinking of him running something else long and firm down my cleavage.

I look into his eyes, and I can see the exact same thought, and suddenly, the reins snap.

He rips my jeans off, pushes me backwards onto the bed, with my legs still dangling over the side.

He crouches in front of me, and opens me like a flower.

I m panting I want to stay quiet for awhile, because I just know he ll be wringing sounds out of me that I ve never made, but I can t hold back the moans.

He begins to lick, sliding just around my clit, enough to drive me crazy.

His lips rub my clit, then slip away to lick around it again.

My moans are getting louder, and I can t stay still.

He pulls up my legs so my feet are flat on the bed, then pushes my knees outwards, so he can hold me down better.

I m frantic.

My hips are lifting in time.

One of his hands is under my ass and a finger has slipped into my asshole.

My eyes snap open, as it s uncomfortable, at first.

But he keeps licking and sucking.

Another finger slides in, and seems to be rubbing against an inner wall I can t imagine.

While yet another finger has found another entrance, sadly neglected to this point, and aching to be filled.

My panting is louder, my noises are totally out of my control, and my head thrashes on the bed.

I start begging.

Please please PLEASE!…

I can t He lifts his head up, his eyes now on fire, his lips wet with my juices, and his voice like gravel, You can.

You WILL.

Now he leaves his fingers in my ass, and totally concentrates on kissing and sucking on my clit.

The pressure is building.

My heartbeat is racing.

I don t know where to put my hands, and they land on my tits, squeezing and pulling.

When he looks up to see this, he hums against me, and then I completely shatter .

OHHHHH! Oh, god where does the magical mystery tour go from here? Without giving me time to recover, he pulls me to my feet, then walks us to the hard-backed chair sitting in front of the desk.

Intrigued, I watch as he sits down, then pulls me to him, so I sit facing him.

I may be spent, but he certainly isn t, and I m immediately impaled.

Ohhh wow The possibilities seem endless to me.

I can rub my tits against his chest, kiss and lick so many things, nibble on his jaw and his ear but once again, he s ahead of me.

He grabs my hands and pulls them behind me, able to hold both in only one of his.

He grabs my hair in his other hand, and steadily pulls back, until my head is back tight and I can t reach anything on him.

Just as I was his prisoner in the classroom, he has me willingly imprisoned again, and I m so turned on, I can hardly bear it.

Now what are you going to do? He asks me roughly, slowly raising and lowering himself, so my body rides up and down his turgid cock.

I rock against him in counterpoint.

But I m through letting him have his way without a fight, so I say, Hmmm what do YOU plan to do? He stops moving and says, smugly, Nothing, I think.

I squeeze the muscles of my cunt around him, and he just slightly flinches.

I m not totally defenseless.

Well, now the gloves are off.

He picks up the pace, until I can no longer hope to keep up, and now the hand has moved from my hair, sneakily down my back and his fingers are in my ass again.

This time, they re welcome, and I eagerly rotate my hips around his fingers and cock, until I feel the inevitable pressure building again.

With little warning, the wave crashes, and I almost scream this time, before collapsing onto his chest, boneless, soaked in sweat, his and mine, and bodily juices from him and from me.

The smell of sex is in the air, and I m loving it.

But as I catch my breath, I realize, he s still hard inside of me.

He s been so in control, so playful, and so generous, I m dying to return the favour.

I lean back, this time I give him the questioning look, and gently ease myself off his jutting cock.

I kneel in front of him, as he still sits on the chair, pull my hair to the side, and gently put the head of his cock into my mouth.

I can taste myself, and as I run my tongue down the slit at the top, I taste the pre-come, too.

My mouth waters this is going to take some time.

I pull the full length of him all the way in, and it s significant.

I let him out, and suck for a while on the very head, eliciting a moan.

But I m after more of a reaction than that.

I lick all the way down to his balls, following the vein, and take them into my mouth, running my tongue underneath.

The moan is a little louder, this time.

I glance up, under my eyelashes, and I m seeing some of what I m wanting from him his face is flushed, his eyes are burning , and the tendons are standing out at his neck.

But he s still holding back.

I relax my throat and come back to the head, pulling the entire length in again, so the head rubs against my soft palette, and part-way down my throat.

I put both hands on his hips, and pick up the pace.

I become so absorbed in what I m doing, I m moaning myself, and don t want to stop.

His hands are in my hair, holding me in place, and I can tell, that just for a second, whatever plans he had, he s tempted to let me take him, to come in my mouth and let me drink him in.

With one last thrust, he pulls away.

He then throws me bodily on the bed, face down, and I can hear him breathing hard.

I m not a slight woman, and his sheer strength takes my breath away.

I look over my shoulder, and the look in his eyes is almost of a wild thing.

He grabs my hips, and pulls me to him.

He grabs my lube from my suitcase how in the world did he know that was there?…

and I can hear him spreading a generous amount on his hands.

He grips my ass, pulls the cheeks apart, and rubs his fingers over the entrance of me.

And now I understand all those times earlier, with his fingers moving in and out, he s been readying me for his possession all this time.

I think I ve been ready for his possession my whole life, and while nervous, I can t wait.

He puts still more lube, straight from the bottle, in the crack of my ass, massaging it in, dipping his fingers in my asshole and stretching the tissues as gently as he can.

It feels a bit strange, but by the trembling of his hands, I know he wants it badly, and I m going to give it to him.

After rubbing some on himself, half of the container of lube is gone, and neither of us is holding anything back.

He takes my hips, and pulls me to him fits himself to the entrance of my ass, and slowly, eases in.

It s TIGHT.

At first, I can only take the head of his cock, moving in and out, but the feeling becomes so incredible, I raise my hips instinctively, and pull him right to the hilt.

OHHH Not sure if I like it wait a second.

Can I still tighten around him? I pull everything as tight as I can, squeezing the muscles of my cunt, squeezing my ass cheeks NOW I get a reaction! NOW he s making noise, and oh my god, NOW he s picking up the pace.

Ohhh and hitting this place inside me somewhere I ve never felt before almost like I have to pee, but not OH GOD, PLEASE GO FASTER! I m overwhelmed overpowered and completely owned.

He s pulled my hair back so tight, my neck snaps back and tears involuntarily start in my eyes.

I don t care.

He still isn t pulling hard enough.

But there s no way I can keep up.

He s the storm, and I m just hanging on, hoping I won t get swept away.

He s taunting me, too.

You like it, don t you? You like it in your ass.

Tell me you like it.

His hot breath is at my ear, we re covered in sweat, and the sounds of our bodies slapping together are so raw, so primal.

I love it! I gasp, unable to say anything else.

I think I m going to .oh god You re going to come? He rasps out.

Then come for me.

COME for me.

NOW! And, incredibly, I come, and soak the bed like I ve never done in my life; it s simply everywhere.

I ve been taken apart and put back together, and am no longer my own person.

When he grates out, Tell me you want me to come in your ass TELL me! I m helpless to do anything but whatever he wants, to say whatever he needs to hear.

Come in my ass PLEASE! I want you to! And he finally loses control and collapses on me with a shout, his glorious full weight behind me, and my arms held by him over my head; I ve never been so taken.

In the aftermath, we lay there, his hot, full weight on me.

Aftershocks of the most powerful, unrelenting orgasm of my life ripple through me, and I involuntarily clench around him, still buried to the hilt in my ass.

I feel his forehead touch my back as he catches his breath.

I know he has to leave, so I wait.

Finally, his lips touch the back of my neck, less a kiss than a caress and his tongue traces a line down to the base of my spine.

His voice is hoarse as he whispers, Thank you.

I can t find the words to thank him back, but I raise my head from my arms.

He washes briefly in the bathroom sink, and my eyes follow him as he dresses.

As he turns to leave, I find my voice and whisper back, Thank YOU.

I hear the door close behind him, and I curl up on my side, incapable of thought.

Barely aware, I smile as I fall asleep.

The next day is the last of the conference, and will probably end no later than noon , so I don t expect to see him again.

My whole body feels a jolt when he walks in for one last class, right before the conference is closed.

My face heats, and I m positive it s there for anyone to see that not only have I had this man, I want him again, and right this minute.

As we close, the conference coordinator informs us of the date of the next conference, and for the positions we hold, that it s mandatory and six months away.

His eyes slide towards mine and I get that questioning look that makes me instantly wet.

My eyes give him my answer YES.