“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.

“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

End

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rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

skill to service the smoldering middle age beauty the good Mr. Bougehard managed

to rendezvous with Mrs. Anna Belvoir at the exclusive Chestwood Hotel in downtown

Memphis on a rather regular basis. And now…….this pompous young black

upstart had the audacity to demand that Anna would now be HIS assistant. As the

other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally

surrendered his plaything……..”If you feel you need the services of Mrs.

Belvoir; then she is at your disposal Mr. Bettis,” the Senior Partner finally

offered. There were several bemused sighs as the other partners in the law firm

rejoiced at the older man’s humiliation at the hands of the young arrogant black

attorney.

Jerome then turned to leave the gathering and mentioned over his shoulder, “Bring

me Mrs. Belvoir’s personal file and her security file. I need to review her

qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes.”

Rage engulfed Mr. Bougehard Wright’s face as he was ordered about by the most

junior partner of the huge law firm; and a “black porch monkey” at that. Angrily

he ordered the trifle task to be performed by one of his smirking white

colleagues. As he thought about the pretentious request he asked himself how the

newest attorney knew about the “security” reports that the firm had compiled on

all partners and staff of the law firm. The security report was routinely

updated by a local private investigating firm on all members of the firm and

contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals

partners and employees. This data enabled him; the most senior partner to know

all the weaknesses; vices and other incriminating details about those who worked

under him. His mind drifted knowing the details in Mrs. Anna Belvior’s private

file.

When Boughard returned to his office he stood beside Anna’s large cherry desk

directly outside his inner office. “I’m afraid that Mr. Bettis has requested

that you be assigned to assist him in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company case.

I’m………….sorry,” he managed to speak as he turned and walked hurriedly

into his office. The large oak door shut solidly…….

Anna could not believe what he had just told her…. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was

brought up on an elegant old South plantation in Southern Alabama. She could

trace her ancestry back to the Civil War and she had attended all the right

finishing schools. Her disgust of Black People in general and Mr. Bettis in

particular was well known throughout the office. She considered herself above the

black race and had on many occasions explained her views that they should still

be “shackled and working in the cotton fields; with a heavy dose of the cat

o’nine tales applied liberally……….”

She was quickly brought out of her stupor when one of the other secretaries

stopped in front of her desk. “Mr. Bettis wants you in his office; Now!” she

brusquely informed the vacant staring beauty. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was the most

senior para legal and she was in charge of training and disciplining all the

other staff in the large office. Most, if not all, disliked her patronizing and

…End of the part2. To be continued..

stomach still filled with expensive whiskey.

The three spent love mates relaxed on the deep white pile carpeting. Finally

Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

…End of the part14. To be continued..

“Oh Jane. Look at it. It’s only half out too! Kiss me Jane, please!”

Jane, wearing her smart office clothes (grey pin-stripe two piece) went
over to Mary and leaned over to give her a deep lingering kiss.
She let one hand play on Mary’s left nipple, then moved it down to tease
the edge of Mary’s stretched shit hole. The side of Jane’s finger rubbed
against the side of the bulky protruding poo poo.

“Put your panties back properly this instant Mary!”

Mary was surprised at this order, but obeyed.

“And pull them well up!”

Mary stood pulling at her panties. There was, of course, a huge bulge at
the rear, one that any mad would be proud of if it were round the other
side!

“Shall I finish off Jane ?”

“Why not ?”

Mary heaved “Nnnnnnn….”, and the mound in her knickers grew larger.

“Now, Mary, we’ll go and watch a video!”

In the living room, Jane set up the VCR with a tape called “Hot Sluts”.
Not Spielberg’s latest! The two women sat next to each other on the sofa.
There was not much by way od build up in this movie! The opening scene
had a teenage girl , maybe seventeen, on her hands and knees with an older
woman, probably thirty or so, kneeling behind her reaming out the first
girl’s shit hole with a candle.

As they watched, Jane reched down to Mary’s crotch and started to massage
her cunt through Mary’s panties. Her fingers reached round to knead the
warm shitty mound held in those panties.

“Mmmmm … that’s lovely Jane”.

Jane, with her other hand, had hoisted up her own skirt and was fingering
her own cunny. Both women had eyes glued to the video.

“Yeah …. !”, cheered Mary as the candle was withdrawn from the ass of the
girl in the movie leaving a shitty streak along her left buttock.

“Lie down Mary, on the floor. You need a rub!”

Mary got down onto the floor and Jane sat on Mary’s back, facing Mary’s
feet. With both hands Jane massaged and pummeled Mary’s buttocks.
Regularly, letting fingers roam, she would squeeze and squash the poo in
Mary’s panties.

“These panties will have to go!”, cried Jane, and dragged them off Mary,
hoisting Mary’s legs into the air.

Mary’s arse was in a fine state. Caked and clogged with poo. Jane just
dived in with her hands and spread the load all over Mary’s arse, lower
back and the top of her legs. Chocolate brown stinky goo on that pale
and tender skin. Mary was moaning with pleasure.

Jane now lifted herself up and pulled her own panties to one side. Semi
squatting over Mary’s buns, Jane let go a very forcefull gush of piss which
spashed and sprayed over Mary, making the shitty mess run over Mary’s sides
onto the carpet…

Jane buried her face into Mary’s crotch. She inhaled the musky odour and
pressed her nose against Mary’s clit.

“Mmmmm….” moaned Mary, but thinking “Come on Peter, where are you?”

Jane pulled the crotch of Mary’s panties to one side. Mary’s labia were
swollen and damp.

Peter entered.

“Jesus !!”

“It’s ok Peter, isn’t it? Why don’t you join us” invited Jane.

In stunned silence Peter approached.

“Now Peter, while I lick out Mary, why don’t you take a close look at my
rear, eh?”

Peter followed his orders! getting down behind Jane he press his finger,
through the cotton panties, into the cleft of Jane’s ass. What he felt
there took him a little by surprise. A small mound. Soft but firm.

“Now don’t be shocked Peter!”, Jane lifted her head from Mary to speak. “I
have seen those German shit videos ‘hidden’ away here!”

Peter could not deny it. He proceeded to press and kneed the shit in Janes
panties.

All three were now getting VERY aroused.

“Time for a switch around!”, cried mary.

The women got Peter to strip off and lie on the floor. Jane squatted over
Peter’s face, still wearing her panties, and mary took Peter’s (large) cock
into her mouth.

Jane pressed the shitty contents of her underwear against Peter’s nose.
Mary, meanwhile, having sucked Peter almost to bursting point, staddled him
and let his cock slide full length into her cunny.

“Time for you to take a look I think peter”, jane calmly announced. She
reached down and pulled her panties to one side. The small piece of shit
dropped out and rolled down onto peter’s chest.

“Lick me clean Peter!”

Peter obeyed without a word. His tongue licked around Jane’s anus while
his cock slid in and out of Mary.

“Here goes!” cried Mary, as she let a hot vouluminous gush of piss go as
she continued to fuck Peter.

Simultaneously a grunt emerged from Jane as she pushed. Her shit hole
expanded and contracted.

“Peter, you know that little tidbit was just for starters don’t you? The
main course has yet to ne served!”

“Grrrrnnnn…”. Jane pushed and strained.

Peter could not resist. He licked one finger and pushed against jane’s
anal opening. In slid the finger, to be met almost immediately by a solid
“wall”. There was a truly huge monster of a turd filling Jane’s rear…

Part 5

Jane said, breathily, “Do you feel that Peter. Feel my full arse with your
finger? I’m going to have to let it out you know.”

Peter was seeing Janes’s well parted cheeks close to his face as Jane was
straddled over his torso, arse to his face. He could also see his finger
buried up to the second knuckle in her pulsing shit hole. He withdrew it
and examined the shitty blob on the tip.

Mary was still impaled on Peter’s cock. he was a big guy, almost ten
inches. Mary moaned with pleasure.

“Ok guys! All change!” cried mary.

The three playmates rearranged their positions. Jane was instructed by
Mary to put her panties back on and go and stand in the corner of the room,
facing the wall. Mary went to fetch a large cucumber from the kitchen.
She then ordered Peter to lie down with his head under Jane’s legs. From
that position Peter could clearly see the crotch of jane’s panties, soaked
with her juices.

“Ok Jane, stick that lovely bum out towards me a little”

Jane did so. Mary pulled jane’s panties to one side.

“You, my naughty girly, have a dirty hole!”

Mary took the cucumber and pushed it against Jane’s cunt. Janes’s labia
were swollen and the cunt gaping. In went the cucumber.
…End of the part4. To be continued..

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We talked for a long time about how much fun it had been for her
and for me to know that other people were looking at her naked
and beautiful body and we both suggested some funny fantasies
about how we might arrange to let some guy get a real good close
look at her. This was really a departure for us because, until
now, no one but me and two doctors had ever seen B naked. We
talked about teasing and flashing and all sorts of circumstances
that might lead up to B being naked in front of some guy or guys.

We decided to keep our eyes open for any opportunities for the
next week while we would be on Kauai before returning home to the
snow.

That last night in Honolulu did not yield the same quality of
viewing in the other rooms although we did see several nude and
semi-nude men and women, as people were undressing for bed. We
paraded around our well-lighted room totally naked for a long
time, but we couldn’t tell if anyone was watching us, especially
from darkened rooms; but the thoughts that we were possibly being
observed excited us tremendously as did our discussion of some of
the personal ads we had read, and we enjoyed another great sex
filled night together.

On the plane over to Kauai and during the drive from the airport
down to our hotel at the south end of the island, we got into a
heavy discussion about our responding to some of the ads in the
magazine. We both decided that we were probably not ready, nor
would it be wise, to try to experience everything at once so we
agreed to pick some ads requesting erotic letter and photo
exchange as a way for us to try these new experiences gradually
and with no immediate pressure for total involvement or action.
Sitting on the beach in the afternoon sun, sipping Mai-Tais, we
reread the ads and decided which couples we would answer and B
nearly orgasmed without being touched just talking about sending
out nude photos of herself to couples all over the country and
knowing that some man she had never met would be looking at her
naked body. This same thought turned me on so much that I was
very uncomfortable in a pleasant sort of way, and even more so
when we talked about receiving nude photos back from those
couples and the sex fun we would have as a result of that erotic
stimulation. B wondered how we could ever get our photos
printed, but I found an ad from a confidential developing service
(which we still use) and she agreed to pose for an entire roll of
film in our room that night. After dinner, more rum, and an
extremely stimulating photo session, we fell into bed exhausted
from a very full day.

We had been to Kauai many times and had explored nearly all of
the beach areas. This day we decided to pack a lunch and plenty
of our favorite sun-tanning drink of rum and orange juice and go
to the beach near where ISLANDS ON A STREAM was filmed because it
is really quite secluded and we wanted to get all-over tans so we
could each wear our new skimpy bikinis purchased in Honolulu,
without the white spaces showing. We arrived on one of those
very special calm Hawaii mornings, and had the entire area to
ourselves since the locals rarely go there on weekdays. We
walked a ways down to where we knew there was a curve in the
beach and set up our mats and gear. I am a snorkle-nut and since
I am also a bit braver than B sometimes, I shed my clothes and
wearing only my mask and tube, went out into the water to swim
and look around. I would look up occasionally and I could see
that B was nude and was setting our lunch in the shade and
rubbing tanning lotion all over her body. This was the first
time I had snorkled nude and it was strange swimming around with
the hard-on inspired by seeing my lovely wife moving about on the
beach as naked and as pretty as could be.

B stayed pretty close to the mats and her clothes but when I
returned to join her she gave me a drink and said that she was
really enjoying the nude sunbathing experience. Somewhat anxious
to see what might develop, I made sure that she had plenty of rum
in her drinks and after we had a couple, I brought up the subject
of what she would do if someone else came along the beach. B was
pretty hesitant, but she finally agreed that if there was no
hostile type threat, she would be willing to remain naked even if
someone did come along. I had no sooner suggested that she could
lie down and pretend to be asleep if that happened so as to let
it be a less overt showing of her body, than we could hear a
vehicle pulling in down by our car.

I looked carefully down the beach from a protected position and
could see that a guy got out of a small truck and began walking
the other way down the beach along the water as though looking
for shells. The excitement of possibly being seen was affecting
B. She poured another drink, and I could see the wetness of her
pussy glistening in the sun. We watched the guy until he rounded
the curve out of sight and we decided that nothing was going to
happen so we lay back and soaked up the sun.

B can stand more sun than I can and I began to get too warm and
went for a dip to cool off. As I returned to the mats I could
just see the guy coming back up the beach so I put on my suit and
went out and poked around the water’s edge for only one
reason…..to let him know we were there. Without looking at him
directly, I watched until I was sure that he was coming past his
truck and on down our way. Then I hurried to awaken the dozing B
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
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between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
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She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
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and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
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Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
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gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
loved it.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“C’mon, guys, over here,” Linda motioned, bringing them to one edge of
the roof. They looked down over the parapet and gazed for a moment at the
street scene below them. “I’ve always wanted to fuck up on top of a
building!” said Linda, smiling. “Line up, guys, and drop ‘em.” she
commanded. Kate was amazed at the way Linda took charge. The three men
looked at them, then shrugged their shoulders and peeled down their running
shorts. Three large and growing jock-straps stared the girls in the face.

“Hmmmm. Nice cups, guys. Jack, you first” Linda pointed at one man. He
peeled the athletic supporter down. His almost fully erect cock sprang up,
bouncing and gleaming in the sunlight. In turn, Bob and Roger shed their
remaining clothes, standing there in sneakers and pubic hair.

“Ok, here’s the story. We want your sperm. That’s all. But not in the
usual way. We’ll only touch you with our hair. We’ll wrap it around your
cocks and you can jerk off with it, but that’s it. And when you come, you
have to catch it all in the palm of your hand. After that, who knows?” Linda
ordered. Kate knew what was after that…

Jack said “What, no fucking or sucking? That seems like a waste, you
know?”

“Hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. If you don’t agree, there’s
the door.” Linda returned. The men slowly nodded in agreement. Linda and
Kate walked over to them and knelt in the small semi-circle formed by the
young men. The guys started pulling their cocks, and the women leaned
forward, allowing them access to their hair. It was strange at first, the
men thought, feeling the soft, silky locks around their cocks, but it
rapidly grew erotic and sexy. Linda had Bob and Rogers cocks tunneling
through her longer hair, while Kate enjoyed the feel of Jack’s penis as it
rubbed sexily through her scalp. The women leaned back, and Kate pulled her
sweater up over her head, baring her chest completely. Linda was quick to
follow. The men gazed longingly at the full breasts of each woman, watching
in fascination as the four nipples hardened and turned rigid. Kate reached
over to tweak Linda’s left breast, and Linda turned to her and did the same
to Kate’s right tit.

“Like this, guys?” Kate spoke for the first time.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, rub her nipple, make the cunt hot!” grunted Roger.

Kate moaned as Linda’s fingers kneaded and teased her aroused flesh.
Above them, the men were rapidly rising towards orgasm, stroking their cocks
and gazing at the beautiful women at their feet.

“Don’t forget guys, come in your hands. Save it all.” Linda reminded
them.

“Oh, man, this is farfucking out” said Bob, through clenched teeth. “I’m
gonna shoot off any second now.” He backed away from Linda’s head slightly,
and started making long strokes down the shaft of his cock. Linda broke her
own rule, reaching up to massage and fondle his scrotum. She tickled his
balls, urging the warm semen being readied for it’s journey up the shaft and
out the tip of Bob’s reddening cock. Then he quickly brought his left hand
around and pointed the tip of his cock at it.

“Watch this, I’m gonna cuuuuummmmm!” he groaned. Linda felt his balls
tighten up in their sack and watched fascinated as a thick streamer of semen
flew from the head of his cock and splattered wetly in his cupped left hand.
Again she felt his balls churn, and she squeezed them, coaxing every bit of
available sperm out of them. Bob groaned again, and another jet of cum
headed for his hand.

“fuckfuckfuck I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg”
he groaned through clenched teeth, as the pleasurable shivers ran through
this body and were evidenced by the rapidly pulsing cock in his right hand.
He pulsed three more squirts of sperm into his hand before his body untensed
and he shrank back, emptied.

“Not bad, not bad at all. Let’s see what you’ve got.” said Linda. She
gently put her fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand towards her.
“Hmmm. About an ounce and a half, I’d say. What about you, Kate?” she
questioned, turning the palm towards her friend.

“Yep, that looks about right. Nice and thick, too, not so watery and
runny as some I’ve seen,” thinking back to the scene at the kitchen only a
few hours before.

“Ok, good. Now hold it, man, and don’t let it drool away.” Bob cupped
his hands together, puzzled at the requests, but wondering where this
bizarre woman was headed.

Just then Kate felt, rather than heard, the soft squish of Jack’s penis
as it shuddered and released a jet of sperm across her scalp.

“Ohman here is comes!” he yelled, quickly stepping back and directing
his penis towards his other hand. Kate pulled away, brushing the small line
of cum from her forehead. She watched, encouraging, as Jack emptied himself
similarly to Bob.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“Well, I thought it might be time for a new pair of high heels, what do
you think” Linda teased, stretching her leg out and twisting and turning it,
showing off her long slim leg to great advantage.

“Um, well, I suppose so. What heel height did you have in mind, and what
size are you?”

“I’m a size seven. And I just love a four or five inch heel, don’t you?
Don’t you think it makes my ass stand out real nice?” And so saying, Linda
quickly stood and turned around, thrusting her firm ass right in the
salesman’s face. He stammered and gulped, rising quickly. Linda checked.
‘Yep, a boner. This one’s gonna be easy…’ she thought to herself.

“Just let me go check the back, see what we have.” he said, blushing.
He turned and walked through a door into the rear stock area. Turning quickly
to make sure Kate had an eye on things, she followed him back there, and shut
the door behind her.

“Hey, lady, you can’t -” his protest was cut short by Linda lifting up
her skirt.

“Like what you see, pretty boy? Well, this pussy belongs to my husband,
and he’s the only man who’ll have it anytime soon, if I have anything to say
about it. But I like your looks. Take out your cock.”

The man simply stared at her. He didn’t know what to do, and not wishing
to waste any time, Linda walked over to him, threw one arm around his neck
and kissed him full and hard on the lips.

“Ok, then I will.” she said. She bent to her knees, and rubbed the
rapidly growing bulge at the front of his pants. “Hey, feels like you’ve got
a nice one here. Let’s let it out to breath a bit.”

She slid the zipper down and fished around inside his underwear, finally
extracting a bona fide boner. It wasn’t especially large or fat, but seemed
adequate. ‘Besides’, Linda thought, ‘it isn’t going anywhere where size means
anything!’ She bent to lick at the head. The salesman groaned.

“Oh god lady, I don’t know what you came here for, but that feels good,
just keep on sucking….”

Linda stopped and looked up at him. “Honey, I want your most expensive
pair of Italian leather high heels, right now and right here. Before I go any
further.” As if to accentuate her point, Linda straightened up and smoothed
her dress back down. The salesman hurried down the aisle, finally finding the
shoes Linda demanded.

“And while you’re there, an nice pair of suede boots, too!” He grabbed
a large box from the shelves. As he walked back, Linda swept her sweater up
over her head, freeing her nicely formed breasts. The man’s eyes bugged out
and his cock twitched.

“Are these shoes waterproof?” Linda demanded.

“Ah, yes, yes, they are, as a matter of fact..” mumbled the salesman,
peering quizzically at one of the tags.

“Good. Now I’m gonna suck you, and you’re gonna love it. But, and this
is a big but, no coming in my mouth. If I taste even the tiniest drop of your
spunk before I tell you to cum, then out you go and you’ll be shooting all
over your pants. Got that?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess so.” Who wants to look a gift blow-job in the
mouth, right?

Linda sat on one of the small stools, and motioned him over. He walked
up to her, and she leaned forward and fed his still-hard cock into her mouth.
Linda prided herself on her cocksucking talents, and it wasn’t long before
she had the man groaning and moaning in pleasure. She stroked his shaft as
she mouthed the tip of his cock, wetting him down with her saliva. All the
time she sucked at him, she keep looking at him, looking for that fateful
sign of the impending orgasm.

While one hand stroked and massaged his balls, the other felt for one
of the leather shoes. Linda kept on sucking the man’s cock, dragging it into
her mouth, rolling her talented tongue around the head, squeezing the shaft
with her lips.

Finally the man started to shudder. “Oh jeesuz I’m gonna cum in a sec”
the man grunted. Linda looked up at him. She whipped his cock out of her
mouth just as she felt the vein begin to pulse, just as he closed his eyes
in ecstasy. Pumping his prick with one hand, with the other she brought the
shoe up. Aiming his cock right into the inside of the shoe, she jerked the
man to an orgasm. SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! right into the soft leather lining
of the shoe, spit his cock’s load. Linda milked him off, every drop of the
large load collecting in the heel of the shoe as she tilted it back. Finally
he was empty.

Linda looked at him. “Bet you never saw a girl do this before.” she said
calmly and quietly. Then staring him right in the face, she tilted the back
of the shoe up to her mouth, and let the entire puddle of semen flow directly
across her lips into her mouth. As the shoe emptied, Linda lifted it above
her face, letting the last few drops drip out and land with a small plop on
her cheeks and chin.

“Ummmm, my favorite. Cum ala Giorgio.” She dropped the shoe back into
the box. “I’ll take them. Don’t bother wrapping them.” He was too astounded
to say anything, but nodded his head. Linda picked up the shoes, the suede
boots, and tossing the sweater back over her head, walked back out into the
front of the store as if nothing had happened. As she walked past one elderly
matron looking at rubber-soled shoes, Linda couldn’t help herself. She slid
one finger along her cheekbone, sliding the small drops of sperm there
together until they made a noticeable shiny trail on her face. The older
woman looked at her and gaped in horror.

Linda grabbed Kate’s arm and they rushed out of the store, dissolving
in a fit of giggles and laughter like school girls.

“Well, what’d you do, tell me, tell me!” gushed Kate. Linda sat her down
at a bench a few yards down the aisle, and opened the shoe box.

“Look.” she pointed in at the large wet stain occupying the back of the
inside of one shoe. “I sucked him, and jerked him off into it. Then I drank
his cum right out of the shoe! You should have seen his face! The poor guy
doesn’t know what hit him even yet! And I got the shoes, and this pair of
boots for my troubles!”

Kate looked at her. “You know, I think I could get to like this game!”

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin yet!” answered the flushed Linda.

It seemed a little “silly” to have her grown husband in diapers, but if
this was what he needed to get better, then so be it. Besides she’d always
like playing dolls and dressup when she was a little girl, and when she was
babysitting she had always liked looking at the little boys when she
changed their diapers.

She even remembered one boy who was 12 years old when she was just starting
to give up babysitting. She was 17 then, and had learned quite a bit about
boys and girls, and had even felt some of her boyfriends getting hard in
their pants when she rubbed them the right way. They seemed to like it when
she pressed gently on the front, but most of them just became helpless and
engrossed in what she was doing to them, until they came in their pants
like babies wetting their pants.

Ann had like playing with this 12 year old boy who still wore diapers
because he was a bedwetter, and watched him get all funny looking when she
changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby lotion. He seemed to go in his
diapers too, but he never got them sticky like her older boyfriends, and
usually peed his diaper right after he got soft again, so she’d have to
change him to put him back to sleep.

Now her husband of 8 years was wearing diapers, and was going to start
using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had babysat for so few
years ago.

They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and John. They talked
animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon with the two doctors,
and both felt comfortable discussing John’s baby needs. After dinner, as
John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet his diaper.

Turning to Ann he said “Please, Annie can you change my diaper. I’m all
wet.” to which Ann replied “C’mon now John you can still change your own
diapers. You’re not a little baby yet !!”

Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to Ann, but already
she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in her and John’s
relationship.

Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own diaper, returning
to the living room wearing a big blue disposeable diaper and Polo shirt.

As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given them, Ann was
amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most of the infantilists
were called. An organization in California, called DPF had a regular
newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for adult babies. They even
had special big cloth diapers and baby panties, and cute baby styled
clothing for big babies. The man who ran DPF, Tommy, was a big baby
himself, and sure looked cute in his rompers and diapers.

There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle, Washington, and
a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E. They all had lots of
letters from big babies who were so happy to be able to return to their
bottles, and diapers and panties and having found mommies or daddies to
take care of them when they needed some babying.

Ann particularly found an article entitled “The Mommy Solution” from DPF
helpful in understanding John’s needs. She almost felt like crying after
she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to all those babies in search of
a mommy.

As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost 9:30. They’d
better get going if they were going to listen to their special tapes then
get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said “Get you diaper bag for
mommy John. You need your didee changed.”

It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the Mommy Solution.
Ann wanted to try and help John.

As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him to lie down,
stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a fresh disposeable
diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to his personal cassette
tape player and switched on the tape for him. Then she sat opposite him in
her easy chair and switched on her own cassette player.

In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like they were sound
asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr. Whetmores suggestions
for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy. Their minds were like empty
sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore’s suggestions and instructions.

Ann was “learning” to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby Johnny in his
diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny was reliving the
pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of warm wet diapers, and
squish messy diapers. The feelings of helplessness and dependence as he wet
or messed his diapers uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his
bottle.

When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed somehow
smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy’s protection. John too
felt differently about Ann. She was now the stronger, the one who would and
could give him what he craved and needed, if he was a good little boy and
did what she told him.

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said “Well, you
are quite a little pisser aren’t you. Get up to beddy bye and I’ll change
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year.”

“You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?” Yes, but did she want the

massage? “God I hope I’m as liberal with my daughter. That’s a nice offer,

Sara, thanks. Can’t hurt, I guess.”

Sara walked around the back of Beth’s chair and gently rested her hands on

Beth’s shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara’s face just

inches from Beth’s head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along

Beth’s shoulder, and she could feel the older woman’s bra strap under the

white silk material of her blouse.

“Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right.”

“Well this isn’t really the right way to do it.” Sara was shocking herself.

How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She’d probably destroy all

the good work she’d done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her

onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. “On the beach you’d be lying

down and, well, I could have access to all your back.” There, she’d said it.

Sounded innocuous enough, didn’t it?

“My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you’ll

get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You

really don’t have to.”

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the

bedroom she called over her shoulder “I suppose you want my blouse off,

right?” Sara rushed to follow, to see.

“Yes.”

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed,

then a thought struck her. “What about the bra? You’re going to tell me they

didn’t wear tops in Thailand, right?”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It’s

definitely easier without.”

“Okay. I’ve been dying to get this thing off all day anyway.” Beth reached

behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth’s full

white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and

began massaging Beth’s back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

“Mm that’s good.”

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat

in her pussy drove her on. “There’s a couple of things, if you want the full

Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can’t get to the small of the back, for that

…End of the part2. To be continued..

When the US government first approached her she couldn’t understand why
they wanted her especially, but as the interviews and security clearances
were underway she soon understood. They wanted her to develop programs to
instill the feelings and desires normal for a transvestite or infantilist,
then associate these with strong guilt feelings to let them get control of
various undercover enemies or individuals the government wanted to control.

In the 6 years she was allowed to develop her “programs” she continued to
“treat” outside patients, particularly the TV and adult baby patients, to
help increase their feelings and release their inhibitions as fully as
possible, and then learn their motivations, the “hot buttons” that turned
them on so to speak, until she knew exactly what to do to “create” a TV or
adult baby personality from scratch. In the final two years several
antigovernment leaders had been programmed to become adult babies or TVs or
better yet sissy babies, male adult babies who wanted to dress and act like
baby girls, and then had their compulsions put them in compromising
positions where their credibility was shot.

Finally, she’d had enough and working on her director with her advanced
hypnotic and conditioning skills managed to effect her release from the
government service.

When Joyce had explained the setup at the Centre, and told her of her
ultimate plan, Janet was shocked, disbelieving and enthralled.

Coucheville was originally a regular town, but as the Centre grew in
importance, and became the main employer, then the sole employer the town
slowly died and the Centre families where the only inhabitants. This made
it an ideal location for the government work the Centre did. Noone would
ask questions.

Joyce had used her own considerable skills with hypnosis and subliminal
programming to get control of the two original senior directors until she
had the virtual control of the Centre and its unlimited source of funds.
Over a two year period, each of the male executives was programmed to obey
her. This way, the men still kept up the front of a male dominated and
controlled organization, which kept the government happy, yet Joyce was
actually at the head controlling the men.

Unfortunately, Joyce found the strain of constant programming and creating
a submissive personality also began to breakdown the men’s effectiveness at
work, and soon they “burned out”, and became useless except for menial
chores or minor functions where creativity or decision making capability
was not required.

As they talked, Joyce and Janet formed a devious and very effective plan.
Janet would use her incredible knowledge and skills to develop the same
effeminate or infantile drives in the men that they needed to control, and
would then work on the women to continue reinforcing these desires and
controls at home. The men would still be able to function normally but
would be as dependent on their “mommies” or nana as babies. The TV converts
would be shamed into obedience for fear of exposure.

For the first 2 years, half the men had been feminized and half had been
infantilized. Finally, they decided the adult babies were much easier to
control than the TVs, since fear and shame often resulted in poor
performance. The “babies” were trained to lose all bladder control at all
times, and both bladder and bowel control except when meeting with
outsiders like government officials. The constant wearing of diapers
reminded them of their dependence on mommy or nannies.

Finally, the wives were brought into the picture and were programmed to see
their husbands as babies at all times, and then come to work at the Centre.
Many were secretaries to their baby husbands and fed the necessary
instructions to their husbands just as they fed them their formula bottles
or baby food. Those husbands who didn’t require a secretary would find
mommy in the daycare centre or nursery and go their for their meals and
changes whenever possible.

As Coucheville grew, the Centre developed its own schools, medical centres
and all the facilities a small town would need, with the best teachers,
doctors and facilities available.

As Joyce and Janet discovered the one problem became procreation and the
existing children born prior to the new programs.

They developed a program to have the women not want other babies, since
they would always have their baby husbands around. When it was necessary
for a woman to give birth to keep the population at necessary levels,
certain husbands would be allowed to “make a little baby for mommy”. At all
other times mommy was completely happy with baby’s tonge being artfully
applied to the desired location, or could listen to a special tape for half
an hour and experience orgasmic heaven while they listened.

The existing children were all “programmed” as required. Girls were taught
to be dominant and independent. They were trained to keep the boys as
babies as much as possible. The boys who were already toilet trained were
retrained and back in diapers in just a week or so. Once in diapers, the
baby feelings, needs and desires were emphasized until their personalities
developed into the dependent, submissive nature of most babies.

Boys with good intellects and skills were educated at the Coucheville
schools and taught an accelerated program to develop the particular skills
they required for the job they were to learn. This way a skilled workforce
would always be available.

A few girls and young women were similiarly trained to keep a balance of
skilled and necessary workers.

Over the last year, not a single male was toilet trained, and all wore and
used diapers constantly. The 25 males who had reached maturity and were
ready to marry were “prepared” and matched with suitable females, and then
fully introduced to a life of complete babyhood during their honeymoon
period. Therafter they were obedient, diapered little submissives for their
mommy who kept them in line and ready to do whatever was required of them.

John, with whom she and Danny Rotman had just finished the 10th session,
had been the first, and the last outsider to come to Coucheville.

He had come to Coucheville 2 1/2 years ago, when the Centre needed some
fresh public relations talent. The present director of PR had been one of
the original TV submissives, and had begun to be ineffective at raising the
funds they needed for their special training program. Somehow both she and
Joyce had slipped up on making sure John was properly indoctrinated, and it
wasn’t until John had started his “investigation” abuot a year ago that
they realized their mistake.

Janet had had John’s work area equipped with a special “white noise”
generator, which actually played subliminal messages that would cause his
stomache aches and headaches simulating stress from overwork. Finally, John
had gone to the Centre’s clinic to see Dr. Rotman, Janet’s personal ‘pet’,
for treatment.

Danny had introduced John to the new “relaxation” and “meditation”
treatments for stress, which in actual fact were subliminal conditioning
and hypnosis techniques she’d developed to lure unsuspecting new trainees
into her program. John had been particularly resistant to hypnotic
suggestion, and finally Janet had had to take over his “treatments” once
Danny had him under.

The last 4 sessions she’d used two new drugs the Centre had developed for
the government to break down a person’s resistance to hypnotic programming
to ensure John accepted her suggestions. When he started wetting his bed
last week, she knew he was well on the road to diapered domination. Now she
just had to prepare his mommy to accept her proper role.

Ann at least was a much easier subject, and Janet was sure she would
willingly and easily play her role once she listened to her own tapes a few
times. Next week’s visits should be VERY interesting.

–

Archive-name: Fetish/capclin1.txt
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Archive-title: The C.A.P. Clinic – I

Part 2

After each slap I stuck my hand deep between Betty’s legs
to check for more piss, but herself-control improved. So I
rewarded her with a clit massage and felt new moisture oozing out
of her vagina. As I spread this moisture back over her anus she
let out a low moan and ground around on my lap.
I repeated this slap, check for piss, reward pattern.
Since no piss appeared, the clit massage lasted a little longer
after each slap, her squirming became more rhythmic each time. I
took the arm holding Betty down and used it to spank, while my
other hand concentrated on massaging her clit. Suddenly Betty
started convulsing all over my lap and breathed heavily. At the
peak of her orgasm she emitted a loud scream. I few seconds
later she emitted a large stream. Piss splattered off my hand
and I felt it all over my lap. I spread as much as possible over
her sore red buttocks and administer a few final slaps. My
slapping hand then rubbed the rest of the piss into her crack,
concentrating on the area around her anus and teasing at the
center of it. When I got to her clit, she start convulsing
violently again and had another orgasm.
Since her punishment began with shorts on, courtesy
demanded it end the same way. I stood Betty up with her back
towards me and knelt down behind her. I saw her labia hair
glisten with drops of piss and lubricant. A rivulet of piss
started running down one thigh towards her ankles. To protect
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So I do. With your approval secure, my palm roves over your
smooth, slick skin. I feel your body arch wherever my hand
moves. The cheeks pushing up as I caress them is the best, and
they fill my hand and ask for more. Both thighs tense as I glide
across them. I slide my fingers under the suit bottom.

“Hips up, please.”

With a tug, you are bottomless. I sniff the suit; it confesses a
bit of your desire. Your hips stay up for a time. My hand cups
your mound to support you (and to rub your clit just a bit).
Such strong legs…lots of practice riding me, I assume. The
sight of you, bottom in the air, chestnut brown hair fanning out,
breasts pressing into the towel, has its effect on me as well.
The suit I’m wearing soon feels too small. Your hips drop,
pinning my hand on your mound. Not a bad thing, actually, as it
presses into the sand and rolls across my fingers.

I look around for people…coast is clear. I slide my thumb
inbetween your lips and wiggle back and forth. I glance at your
face. Small beads of sweat dot your brow and lips open in a
silent kiss. My thumb presses further inbetween your nether
lips, and I push from side to side wanting to touch every inch of
your inner flame. More pressure on the fingers as I try to close
my hand and grip your sex. My thumb is grabbed by muscles…a
twitch? I close fingers again, and the twitch again. I see you
smile.

“Have you been practicing the Kegels again?”
“You tell me.” And a slow squeeze of my digit by your tunnel is
proof enough. I slide my thumb in more with the added moisture,
and I am rewarded with another squeeze. I waggle my fingers
under your mound and try to trap your clit between two of them.
I do feel it now between middle and ring. I can roll it just a
bit, and it seems to be enough. Your hips roll back and forth,
then up and down, and I see a shudder of pleasure roll down your
back from shoulders to thighs.

One arm slides from your head and rubs the front of my suit.
“Well, what have we here? A hard dick for me to play with?” The
hand sneaks under the waistband and wraps around the shaft
knowingly. Now your palm glides over the velvet skin of my
dickhead, and a shiver rolls down MY back. You pull my hand from
your hips, and roll to face me, pushing your hair back from your
face. One magnificent thigh opens and rests on my hip. My body
moves closer, but just enough room for hands to resume their
journey. You take my hand again and place it where you want it
on your sex. Two fingers magically slide inside and spread out,
touching all of you that I can. My straining hardness is
consoled by your touch again. I lean forward for a slow,
passion-filled kiss as your bosom presses into my chest. Your
thumb races over the head, using my wetness to heighten the
feeling. I buck my hips against the onslaught, and my climax
surprises both of us. Spurt after spurt of cum coat your hand
and my suit. Both our eyes open wide, and a giggle signals your
elation. I am disappointed; I wanted to be in you soon, and I
feel the erection slowly fading despite your best efforts to jack
it back up.

“Well, now that I’ve had my fun, what about you?”
“Just keep on doing what you’re doing…rub the clit some more…that’s it…
now press in…yesssss…wiggle your fingers again…ummmmmmm…so good…”
“What about your nipples? Do they need some attention?”
“If you want.” A hand reaches up and uncovers one breast for
licking. I see the white cream of my climax on top, and you rub
it in. I nuzzle up to the underside of this miracle and breathe
hot air. Then my rough tongue laps across the bottom where the
chest meets. I move it around with my tongue, and it gives and
moves so sexily. I purse my lips and press them onto the pebbled
point, then suck it in slooooowly. Holding it with suction, I
strum the tip of my tongue and bounce the nipple. And it does
bounce, no matter how I move it, it always bounces back. My hand
is drenched with your juices. I pull my fingers and run my hand
from front to back slowly. Your calf and arm draw me closed to
you and hug me closer. The heat coming off you is amazing. I
roll my tongue in circles around the cone of your nipple, faster
and faster. My hand picks up the pace, too. I lift up to kiss
you on the lips, but you drag me back to the breast and center my
mouth on the still-wet nipple. I push it in with my tongue and
mash my face into the pillow of your breast. Your breath is
quite raspy, and moaning is all I hear from you. A back arch
from you, and thighs open wide and close again.

“Can you get hard and in me? I need your stiff cock inside.”
“Well I don’t know…how bad do you want it?”
“REAL bad…can you do it?”
“Why don’t you just lie back and I’ll bring you off this way?”
“It does feel gooooooood…mmmmmmmmm…O.K….but hurry. I’m almost there.”

No need to wait. I hurry my tired hand against your clit and
slide two long fingers deep inside. My teeth drag across your
breast and nibble the nipple. Pain is the farthest thing from
your mind. Your hand cradles my head and pulls me closer to lick
and suckle. With the broad of my tongue lapping and pulses of
wiggles jiggling your pussy, an orgasm wafts across you from sex
to head to feet and back again. I slide a very tired hand away
from your very wet mound and rub the moisture into your back.
Nature’s own suntan lotion. Sweat is all over your face and
chest as I hold you close to me. Shudders echo as we lie
together, chest to chest and hip to hip. What a feeling.

I look at my watch. Two hours have passed. No wonder I’m tired.

“Swim with me?”
“You better get your suit on.”
“Why? Let’s have some fun.” And with a jump, I see your bottomless form
running to the surf, now coming in better with the tide. What a body.
“Are you coming, or not?” Two hands reach up and remove the suit top, then
pause to hold two lovely breasts.

I cannot refuse. I sprint towards your swimming form in the surf.

—

Archive-title: Julie Jumps (me)

One lucky man’s adventures at the office. 1/31/89

Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close

to 6 feet tall and had probably been rather overweight at one

time but had obviously gotten it well under control. She had

black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could

sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you

could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.

Her figure was ample, perhaps 42-38-42, and her strong

frame gave her a well-put-together look. She always dressed

impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while

remaining relatively conservative.

Julie and I had always gotten along well, sharing jokes

in the elevator or just smiling and saying hi in the hallways.

I had always been attracted to her. I like that self confidence

that allows a woman to smile unabashedly at men in a way that

says that she never feels herself to be less than they. Julie

was definitely an strong and assertive woman, and easily the

equal to any man.

One day I was getting a drink at the water fountain down

the hall when she walked by. The water fountain was located

around a bend in the hall from the office doors, and was next

to the door to the ladies room. She had just come out of the

ladies room, and as she walked by she gently swatted my seat. I

was so surprised I almost bumped my head on the wall behind the

fountain.

“Now now!” I said as I quickly straightened up and

looked after her. She looked back with a big grin and then

turned and walked back to me.

“You want some more, little boy?” she teased, grinning

wider and looking slightly down on me.

“You’d better watch out.” I shot back. “I might take

you up on that!”

She took a breath, thrusting her large breasts out at me

slightly. “You might, eh?” she said, still grinning. “And what

if I said ‘Let’s’?”

My heart began to pound and I said “I’d like that, I’m

sure.”

“Step this way, young man.” she said, and, taking my

hand, led me around the corner away from the office to another

short hall section where she opened a phone closet door. My

heart was pounding louder now, and I was already feeling a glow

of warmth coming over me. My nerves tingled with tension and

anticipation. I had had dreams like this occasionally for

months, but never considered them a real possibility.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.

“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”

“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off

what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.

She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of

store.

“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.

“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to

stay late to finish up at night.”

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”

“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my

business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when

he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”

I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She

went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their

marriage and what was wrong with it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to

carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”

Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find

a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really

are quite sexy and attractive.”

She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a

matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”

“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”

I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full

on the lips.

“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you

and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”

“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just

need a man and all that goes along with him.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

…End of the part10. To be continued..

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

Blood was filling her head…. It would have been amusing if her position would

not have been so humiliating. She could not answer her master; not with her

husband huddling on the floor only six feet away.

Jerome licked his index finger and then stroked the red lined slit. Anna’s sex

chute had regained it’s tightness since her black sexing several hours ago. She

felt her slippery lubricant forming deep in her pussy. When Jerome separated the

tight lips Anna moaned noticeably. “May I please get up ?” she pleaded.

“No.. You may not. I like you with your face on the floor. Answer my question

Mrs. Belvoir !”

The back of Anna’s legs begged for relief. The tips of Jerome’s long muscular

fingers were continuing to agitate her sex. She wanted to………………..

“Yes,” was her quiet sob.

“Yes, what, Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome asked.

The tears had returned to her eyes. “Yes, I want you to fuck me Mr. Bettis.”

The fingertips were teasing her hard clit. The obscene position that she found

herself…. and the tormenting fingers were bring her close to arousal.

“Beg ME,” Jerome ordered.

Anna tried to form the words… She tried to come up with an answer; any answer.

She couldn’t.

“Please fuck me with your black cock Mr. Bettis. Please take me to my bedroom and

fuck me until you cum into my tight pussy. PLEASE…… PLEASE MR. BETTIS,

PLEASE FUCK ME…… FUCK ME WITH YOUR LONG BLACK COCK YOU BASTARD !!”

Anna’s submission was complete. Jerome sat and relished her surrender. “Well

JimBo…. Do you want me to fuck your little tramp ?”

Jim’s cock was about to explode. His head still spun from the sharp slaps he had

just received. Meekly he looked up at the black man seated at his kitchen table

obscenely stroking his wife’s sloppy pussy. “Yes……” was his simple reply.

“Well white boy; I be taking your little tramp up to YOUR bedroom. I’m going to

fuck her in the same bed that you lay with her every night. I want you to stay

here… Maybe afterwards I will let you watch… but now you just keep laying on

the floor. Oh….. and another thing. I want you to beg me to fuck your little

slut of a wife,” Jerome concluded.

With his head hung in shame (but with his five inch white cock throbbing with

…End of the part20. To be continued..

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

Jerome cruelly twisted Anna’s nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

…End of the part13. To be continued..

“Lie down Mary… I have to perform an inspection!”

They both knew what would be found.

Mary lay on her back and hoisted up her skirt around her waste, legs parted
and knees lifted high. She led her legs up and aprt with a hand under each
thigh. Jane got down close and lifted the corner of the crotch of Mary’s
panties. What she saw was a nice firm squashed up poo, pretty large.

“It looks like you have a half pound hamburger in your knickers my love!”

Jane proceeded to knead the pile through mary’s panties, rubbing on her
clit, also through the soft cotton, at the same time.

“MMMMmmm.. lovely Jane”, sighed Mary, gyrating her hips to press against
Jane’s probing hands.

This continued for a couple of minutes.

“I am going to HAVE to join you Mary! And by the feeling I have, there
should be no problem. My love, take your top off and bare your titties”

Mary did so. Her lovely nipples were standing proud.

Jane pulled off her panties from under her flowery skirt and, one leg on
either side of Mary, squatted over Mary’s chest.

“A little shower first I think Mary”

Janes spread her cunt lips very wide with her hands and mary slid two
fingers deep into the glistening cunny. Then, Jane let loose. The golden
stream of piss splashed onto mary’s chest and chin and ran down Mary’s arm.
jane moved her hips directing the fast flow onto maty’s nipples; left,
right, left, right!

Soon the last dribbles were coming and Jane poitioned herself right over
mary’s mouth. Mary had just finished licking her fingers, withdrawn from
Janes’s magic box. The last drops were lapped up by mary.

“Now…Nnnnnnnn ….what you…ggnnnnn…have been waiting for my love”,
grunted Jane.

Jane was using her hands to hold her bum cheeks apart so Mary could clearly
see what was happening.

“Oh Jane… you are nearly turning inside out! Such a huge bulging shit
hole. All browny pink and gorgeous! And here it comes….yeah!”

Jane’s hole at last opened to allow the first part of a smallish turd to
emerge. It quickly dropped onto Mary’s chin. Mary took it in her hand and
massaged it against Jane’s straining belly.

More grunting from Jane, then the main course started to be served.
Opening wide, jane’s hole allowed the slow passage of a very knobbly poo
which dropped onto Mary’s chest. Then a long long thin and quite squishy
one, which came out quite rapidly and seemed to go on for ever. It curled
up onto Mary’s chest as it was delivered.

Before jane had quite finished (there was still an inch dangling from her)
jane simply plonked down sitting in the pile on Mary. Both women giggled
uncontollably as Jane wriggled and squirmed her arse on Mary, the brown
lumpy goo sqishing out under Janes bum while mary was reaching round to
frig her own clit and feel at the load in her own panties.

I’m not embarrassed about this (If anything, quite the opposite) to do this

justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration

which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the

hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who

could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive

artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven

and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest

accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really

appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would

never even realize we had been there.

One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day

at great length, in ways our work had never allowed. Working together had been a

great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of

focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely

to the task at hand. I’m almost ashamed of the single-minded intensity that I

dedicate to my tasks, although I know no other fashion of approaching a problem,

but all too often the obsessive devotion I suffer in the course of a serious

project has cost me bitterly, both in my professional and personal relationships.

Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as

concentrated as I had ever been. With a grin, I might even admit that he could

turn the flame a notch or two further than I. How could I not enjoy the company

of a man who not only appreciated my tendencies, but challenged me to demand more

of myself? As neglected as our subtle monument would be, I took great pride in

knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the

sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.

Those two months, dedicated as they were to the definition and protection of the

intangible property rights of visual artists, taught me a great deal about a

subject I had really never paid any mind. I understood the vagaries of copyright

in the abstract, and had done the cursory rounds through several great galleries

during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.

In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure

and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the

light.

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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,

to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle

of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a

pleasant sense of incautious confidence.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

light bulb in the closet, which was actually fairly large. It

was perhaps 5 x 10 feet in size, with one wall covered with

terminal blocks and wiring. Then she turned to me and put her

arms around me, hugging me to those magnificent breasts of hers.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked hesistantly, feeling

the need to give her an out when in reality it was I who wasn’t

sure I wanted to stay.

“Sure, I’m sure.” She grinned, “I’ve wanted to try you

out for quite some time.” She kissed me warmly on the lips and

I felt the heat in her kiss as she squeezed me tightly. My

pecker was already standing and the blood raced through me as I

hugged her in return.

She let me go and stepped back to lift the front of her

sweater, revealing her magnificent globes in a fine lacy bra

that only made them look better. Then she unsnapped the front

clasp of the bra and her breasts came free, exposing their

creamy white beauty to my eyes.

“Julie, you are one beautiful and exciting woman.” I

said as I lifted her boobs to my face with my hands and began

kissing and sucking them. She leaned back slightly to raise

them still more and sighed with pleasure as she did so. I went

to town, intent on pleasuring her to the best of my best

abilities.

I tongued those alabaster beauties all over, sucking and

nipping with my lips at her hard nipples. Her large brown

aureoles turned pink as her nipples stiffened.

Julie enjoyed this attention for several minutes before

pulling her sweater over her head and shrugging off her bra. I

wrapped my arms around her and kissed her chest all over,

enjoying the sensation of her silky smooth skin, until she pushed

me gently away and kissed me again. This time her hot lips

opened and her even hotter tongue entered my mouth, making my

hair stand on end with excitement as it explored and tittilated

my oral orifice.

As she hugged me close, kissing me hotly, her hands

roamed over me, squeezing my buttocks and stroking my back. We

broke from that super-hot kiss to gasp for air, and her shining

eyes locked with mine. We didn’t need to speak, for there was

plenty of communication between us without it.

Her hands pulled out my shirt tails and slid below my

belt to squeeze my buttocks again, and she almost lifted me off

my feet as we kissed heatedly again.

I pushed her back slightly and began undoing my tie and

pulling off my shirt in a frenzy, and her hands moved around to

undo my belt and unzip my pants. Before I could discard my

shirt her hands were inside the front of my jockey shorts

caressing my cock, which by now was hard as a rock.

She murmured and cooed as she fondled me, pulling my

pants and shorts to my knees with one hand. As the cool air hit

…End of the part2. To be continued..

take a look at the store and the operation so I can discuss it with my client.”

Actually there was a lot more that I wanted to take a look at but that would

come soon enough.

“Hi Dickie!” There semed to be a hint of excitement in her voice. “You

couldn’t have picked a better time. The store doesn,t open for another hour

and a half today and it will give me a chance to give you the Cook’s Tour. When

can I expect you?”, she said.

“Give me about fifteen minutes.” I replied, knowing full well that I could

be there in half that time…and intended to be.

“OK. I’ll be waiting to let you in.”

We hung up and I went into the bathroom to check myself out. Quite

satisfied that what I saw in the mirror was as good as it was going to get I

walked out to my car and headed for her store. When I got there and approached

the door I saw her standing inside back by one of the machines. She looked even

more fuckable today than she did yesterday. I tried the door and realized it was

locked so I rapped on the glass with my ring. She heard and came to the door to

let me in. As she approached the door I could see a big smile on her face and

decided that this could be good.

“Come in.” she said as she held the door for me to walk past her.

“Thanks…” I said, getting a whiff of her perfume as I walked in the door.

“…now your sure I’m not taking you away from anything?”

“Not at all, in fact I was hoping you’d call. I really wanted to show off

what I have to offer.” There was a noticable twinkle in her eye.

She locked the door and invited me to come into her office at the back of

store.

“It’s kind of like a home away from home.” she said.

“You see, the store is open from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm and I usually have to

stay late to finish up at night.”

“Those are long hours.” I said. “does it pay off?”

“Yes I guess it does.” she responded. “You see this is my husband’s and my

business, but he works as a manager for a restaurant in Parsippany and when

he gets home at about 5:00 at night he’s too tired to come and help.”

I sensed a note of sarcasm in her voice and decided not to press the issue. She

went on anyway and in about fifteen minutes I had a capsulated history of their

marriage and what was wrong with it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I guess I get lonely. There’s really noone here to

carry on a normal conversation with most of the time.”

Not being one to mince words I just asked her outright. “Why don’t you find

a lover? Seems to me that might make you feel like a person again. You really

are quite sexy and attractive.”

She looked at me as if I had just plunged a knife into her heart and in a

matter of fact voice said, “Well, you tell me, would you fuck me.”

“Baby,” I replied “Only an asshole or a eunoch would say no to that.”

I stood up and moved around the desk. Taking her in my arms a kissing her full

on the lips.

“This isn’t right,” she said pulling away from me. “I don’t even know you

and I’m acting like a whore in front of you.”

“No,” I said, trying to soften the blow of what I had just done. “You just

need a man and all that goes along with him.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

His groin stirred a bit as this concept crossed his mind, but then

he quickly put it out of his thought. She had the most sensuous

legs he had ever seen and they were accented even more with the

smooth black nylons that she always wore. He leaned his head back

started his bimonthly sexual whirlwind.

Just looking at him laying on the smooth black leather couch

was starting to arouse Ella to the point of no return. How much

she yearned to reach out and touch his muscular body, and to

touch every part of him, leaving no area untouched. As she

looked at him she indeed started to get wet and the sense of

passion eminating from between her legs was getting out of hand.

She wanted to slowly slide her fingers around his muscular member

and show him how much she wanted, but she continued to strain

against her passion. He had the best body of any man she had ever

seen. Hints of muscle peeked out around his shirt and waist

tapered down from his muscular chest. She tried to stop thinking

of him, but her thoughts were out of control. She pictured him

taking her, and driving it in deep, and as these thoughts consumed

her mind, she felt herself loosing control. Small beads of sweat

started appearing on her forehead. Finally after straining and

fighting, she let herself free to her desires, and let herself go.

“Mike,” She said after she sat down, “This session will be

a little diffrent today. I’m going to tell you a few things about

myself.”

Mike watched as she spoke. She seemed nervous as she played

with her lower lip with her long red nails. She was even sweating.

As she continued to speak, the air seemed to change. The

atmosphere was diffrent. She was showing him emotion and was

actually nervous. This was a first for her and Mike watched

her struggle in meek suprise.

“Well…. Uh…. I mean…. I mean let me show you a few

things about myself.”

Her hand left her face and placed itself on Mikes face. She

started to caress his stong face with her hands. She ran one finger

around his mouth and then plunged it into his mout. Mike was suprised

at first, but then after it registered he started to suck and dart

his toung around her finger. He could feel her long, and hard nail

inside his mouth, probing and prodding. He could feel all his blood

rush to his now hard cock and he felt himself go with passionate

desires. He cluched one of her beautiful long fingers and placed it

into his mout. As he sucked on it she closed her eyes and leaned her

head back. Her long, straight brown hair fell teasingly around her

shoulders.

She withdrew her finger from his mouth and slowly moved it

across his body. He looked down to see her extremely stimulating

red nails and her beautiful, slender fingers unzip his jeans. As she

pulled them away, his raging hard cock sprang up ready to be attended

to.

Ella gasped a shock of suprise as his extremely large cock

…End of the part3. To be continued..

decided that she must have liked it because of the suggestive

way she dressed. She looked up at him and gave him a warm smile.

“Ms. Sanders will be right with you.” She said through

pouty red lips, and gave him another big smile.

Mike said thanks and then sat down and fumbled with a

magazine. He was nervous as hell. He always seemed to be before

his sessions with Ms. Sanders. His heart thumped in his chest and

he waited in anticipation for his time with her.

Suddenly, as he heard the all to familiar clicking of her

heels on the tile, he stood up straight and put his magazine down.

She came around the corner and he immediatly fell in behind her

to follow her back to her office. His sexual bliss was starting

to roll into motion starting with the click of her heels on the

ground. There was just something about the way that sounded.

Mabey it was the fact that that sound reminded him of how good

she looked with heels and the short skirted buisness suits

she always wore. He looked at her soft brown hair and her

supple skin and yearned to touch and feel her. He wanted to

become drunk with her feel and touch her everywhere. He sighed

and walked into her office behind her.

As Ms. Sanders walked around behind him to close the door,

he noticed that the room seemed strange and alien to him. He

thought that it was probably just the gloom outside, but he

still couldn’t help to notice just how dark it seemed in the room.

Even stranger then that, he heard the click of a locking door

behind him and whirled around to see Ms. Sanders walking away from

it. He immediatly made eye contact with her and dropped his

gaze as he was immediatly met with her cold penetant stare. He felt

ashamed for his childish thinking thast because she had locked the

door it had meant anything. He mentally kicked himself for thinking

in that way and walked over to the long black leather couch and

sat down quite heavily. He then manuvered into a laying position

and crossed his hand on his chest. He looked over to the side of

him and saw Ms. Sanders gathering some papers from her desk.

He couldn’t help but to admire her. He looked at her sleek and long

legs wrapped so comfortably in sheer black nylons. She was actually

not very tall, but with help from her shiny black heels she stood

at an impressive hight. He gazed at her legs and the blackness

that they dissapeared into working under her black skirt. That too

hugged her body and showed off every curve that she possesed, which

was enough to make the mind reel. He rested his head back onto

the couch and waited for their session to begin.

He heard her as she walked back over to him, and slid over

a chair for her to sit on. He turned his head just in time to watch

her sit down right next to him facing him. Her beautiful legs were

so close to his face that he could see a small birthmark just on

the other side of the shadow which dissapeared further up her

legs. He heard the sound of sheer nylons rubbing together as she

started moving her leg up to cross it. As she crossed her legs, in

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections. Lights danced on

the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

“Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly. “I think it’s

really running!”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

An error code flashed on one of the low screens. “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly. “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach. To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment). Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

“You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

What could he say? “Yes.”

“And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

“Yes.”

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand. “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder. “Oh, God,” she said.

“This is for me. My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now.”

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he

gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

“We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

“The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

End

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