Friday, February 27, 2009

Two Kinds of Fantasies

There's two big, basic categories of fantasies that get me going. On one hand there are the extraordinary stories. The wild, or the intense, or even better, those balanced on the edge of sanity.

The other kind are extremely close to home. They're the ones that actually stand a chance of coming true, however remote. Often this second kind are quite mundane in their racy details, but the closer they are to reality, the hotter they tend to end up being.

Rainy Sunday

Again I find myself posting a story which doesn't have much to do with my stated theme. Not much control here.


When Jennifer learned she would have a few hours free on this rainy Sunday, she took a deep breath and boldly wrote back, "OK. Let's meet for that coffee."

They met downtown at a fairly busy place, and sat by the window, barely able to make out the huge old library across the way through the steamy window. He turned out to be handsome, charming and friendly, and his bit of nervousness was kind of endearing. They talked about their kids, the rain, and finally the frustrated desires they both felt in their otherwise together lives. It wasn't that long before he reached across the small table and stroked the back of her hand, his fingers gently ruffling the fine hairs on her forearm. She turned her hand and they twisted their fingers together, and she felt a warm flush in her chest as her breathing deepened.

They sat there for a time, conversation shot. He let go of her hand and reached up to brush some hair aside and gently stroked the side of her face with the back of his long fingers. As his fingers traced into her hair and around her ear the tiny cafe table felt enormous.

"Let's go for a walk," he breathed, in a voice heavy with significance.

She questioned his plan with a mere pointed look at the rain lashing against the window. He acknowledged her with a funny face.

"Right. The library, then?"

This was a better plan, and even though she'd come out and met him thinking "it's just coffee", the part of her that craved something new won out, and she stood up.

"OK, let's go."

As they rushed across the street and down the block he held her close with his arm around her waist, and she felt a thrill to let herself be sheltered by this tall new man. They laughed just inside the doors, shaking themselves off in the empty lobby. He stepped close and pushed her damp hair out of her face again and kissed her before she could think about what was happening. It was a sweet, short kiss, lingering just enough to hint at much more to come.

continue...He stepped back and they smiled warmly at each other, thrilled to the core at the exciting sensations coming from their forbidden little adventure. He took her hand and they walked up the stairs. They talked about how empty the place was: It couldn't just be the rain. Poor books, they agreed, feeling a bit guilty themselves for their own part in that.

Of course it wasn't long before they were kissing again, the end of a long row of shelves, "fiction Sa-Sh" on one side, the tall rain-covered windows on the other. He held her close, one hand on her hip, the other back in her hair. Their lips gently explored each other with growing passion, and soon the tips of their tongues darted over one another. She slid her hands under his jacket and over his strong back and just let herself go into the feelings.

They were interrupted by the sounds of someone coming down the aisle and hurried off hand-in-hand down the other side. As they came down the aisle into the central part of that floor, the elevators opened to let out a pack of old ladies with plastic bonnets over their white hair. They swerved off and dashed up the stairs giggling together like a pair of guilty teenagers. They went all the way up to the top, his big hand finding her ass more than once.

Nonfiction was absolutely deserted and soon they were making out against anthropology, the most action these books had seen in years. Now his hands went to her breasts, tentatively at first, but when she moaned at his touch his big hands squeezed harder, reveling in her magnificent chest. His other hand in her hair pulled her head back and he trailed kisses and nibbles down her neck. Her nipples tightened as he undid a button on her blouse and his soft kisses and rough chin grazed her soft, sensitive flesh of the tops of her breasts.

She felt the hardness in his pants against her, corresponding to the damp heat she felt radiating between her thighs, and rubbed herself against him more. Holding himself back no longer, he reached a hand up under her blouse and massaged a breast through her bra, now working the texture of the lace against her already worked-up nipples as he went back to her lips for a deep, absorbing french kiss.

Now his hand stroked her stomach and as it worked into her waistband his lips came close to her ear, "I want to please you, Jennifer," he spoke so close. She offered no resistance as his big, hot hand traced through her tight curls. At the pressure of his fingers cupping her vulva she moaned deeply into his shoulder, and opened herself to his hand as much as she could in the circumstances.

She held tightly to his shoulders as the kisses continued and his clearly experienced fingers explored her moist, swollen folds. One finger dipped lightly into her slit, enjoying her slick wetness, then came back up to trace gentle circles around her hard, exposed button, never quite touching it. He would do this for a time, then again slide it down and inside her, deeper each time. He sensed the height of her arousal and soon was rubbing her clit with his thumb directly while two fingers fucked into her hot, willing hole.

Jennifer moaned into his mouth as they kissed and kissed, and her world contracted to her raging physical and emotional sensations. He kept her riding up and down near the peak of her arousal, building her heat further and further. His strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and she let herself go weak and be held up by his strength. Soon, when he felt it was time, he whispered into her ear again, "Come for me Jennifer. Come now."

And she did. Those gentle commanding words just released everything inside her and a hot, bright orgasm flashed through her, touching every nerve in her body. She tensed and he felt her noises vibrate through him as she buried her moans in his shoulder. Still his two long fingers probed deep into her hungry cunt as she rotated her hips against his hard palm. When she began shaking he slowed down until his hand gently cupped her hyper-sensitive flesh, holding her close as she drifted deep inside herself.

When she returned she looked up to him and they shared a marvelous kiss. A warm, sensual, close kiss. She felt relaxed, satisfied and safe, and full of desire to please him. She smiled up at him and slid down to her knees, her hands trailing down his chest to rest upon his waist. She focused in front of her and stroked the bulge in his jeans, feeling the hardness jutting off to one side, thinking to herself that this looked promising.

He rested his hand gently on Jennifer's head as she set to work there among the dusty books, undoing one button after another. She revealed his tight-fitting briefs, stretched full. She ran her fingers over him, feeling his warmth, trailing her fingers into the glistening wet spot at the end. She hooked her fingers into the elastic and let his lovely big cock spring free. His fingers moved in her hair in time with his moan as she wrapped her fingers around it. Her soft hand slowly, firmly stroked up and down and she wasted no time bending forward to taste his salty wetness.

She wrapped her lips around the soft skin of the head and swirled her tongue along the ridge underneath. She stroked him and sucked him for a time, a bit deeper all the while, responding positively to his groans and thrusts, loving his tensing hands in her hair.

Then she lifted her head and looked back up at him as she unbuttoned her blouse and then buried his cock in her chest. She never broke eye contact as she lifted and stroked his hard, hot shaft with her big soft breasts. He smiled right back, "what a good girl," he said, thrusting in her heavenly cleavage.

"Mmm, hmm," she purred and then bent her mouth back to him, his firm hands following, his hips now more insistent. She earnestly stroked his cock, making happy noises as she lovingly caressed it with her mouth. Tasting the continuing precum made her want to taste the real thing all the more and he was clearly close, gripping her head, thrusting hard.

Suddenly he tensed and held her down. She felt his cock pulse in mouth and squeezed her hand around the base of his cock. His cum spurted forcefully against the back of her throat. He relaxed then thrust forward blasting again, filling her mouth with his salty fluid. She coughed a little and he let her up just in time for the next spurt to graze her chin and go into her hair, she marveled at it all as she directed the last few, finally weaker, spurts against her hanging breasts.

He leaned back against the shelves behind him and a wide smile swept across his face. She wiped her chin and looked down at her chest, his milky cum shiny on her creamy skin as he tucked away his wet, softening cock and buttoned his jeans. He took her hands and lifted her up and held her close.

"Next time," he whispered, "I think you should wear a skirt."

Jennifer smiled and nodded against his shoulder. "You're so right."

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Room & Board, pt 2 - Moving Day


you might want to read part 1 first.


One week after Melanie's eventful interview she and Susan were lugging her boxes up to Jack's 2nd floor apartment. Having heard only a lightweight account of Melanie's previous visit Susan wouldn't hear of Melanie moving by herself. She was dying to meet Jack, and to snoop around the apartment. He had welcomed them quickly in the morning, given Melanie keys, and then taken off for a meeting.

As soon as Jack left, Susan wanted to start going through the place, but Melanie kept her busy moving stuff from the car to her new room, and then booted her out the door as soon as everything was in. This was her new home (and adventure), and she wanted to explore it on her own before Jack returned.

The place was still just as cluttered as last time, and the kitchen was piled even higher. She could see that the cleaning lady just made do by running the vacuum and mop around between the piles. That was going to have to change.

She felt unsettled with the apartment in this shape, so she decided to get right to work. She was warm from moving all those boxes, so she kicked off her jeans and put her mop of dyed-black hair up into pigtails. Standing there in just her panties and shirt, she remembered his wish for her to display herself while home. "OK then", she said to herself. "Showing off it is", and removed her bra and top as well, letting her full breasts swing loose. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a thin tank top which barely contained her chest. The anticipation of him coming home to her like this made her nipples stand right through the flimsy fabric.

Not really sure where to begin, she started moving about, picking up this and that. A lot of the mess was clearly work papers, and it was hard to know what to do with them, so she just picked up the cups and glasses and moved them to the kitchen. There were a few sweaters and things, which she gathered up and carried to Jack's bedroom.

It was her bedroom too, she thought with a thrill. She was living with a man now. She never thought her first time living with a man would be an arrangement like this, but she was completely excited. This room was a mess as well, but easier to figure out, so she decided to start with that. As she picked up the various clothes and tossed them into the hamper she caught his smell, which went right to her head. She buried her face in one of his t-shirts and felt her nipples crinkle and her snatch start to moisten.

continue...She added some dirty clothes of her own and lugged it all to the washer. The sight of her clothes mixed with his was yet another turn-on, and she reached down and gave her pussy a rub. Why was she so incredibly turned on by each of these little things? It was almost more exciting than moving in with a boyfriend. Perhaps it was the slightly taboo nature of their arrangement.

As Melanie tossed the clothes into the washer she grabbed a shirt she had picked up from his bed and breathed his scent in deeply. She slipped one hand into her panties and began rubbing her clit. She leaned back against the washer and spread her thighs so she could moisten her fingers in her slit.

She leaned there, running the soft cotton, fragrant with his man-smell, over her body while she worked frantically at her cunt. She imagined him sleeping in the soft, well-worn shirt. Soon she would be sleeping there, too. She moaned into the shirt at the thought. She put first one, then two fingers in, but she could only think of his long fingers instead, just as she had done dozens of times in the past week.

This time was different, though. Within hours, maybe less, she would feel his hands upon her again. She slumped to the floor, two fingers plunging away in her cunt while her other hand rubbed frantically at her clit. She thrashed her head against the washer as she came, coating her hand with her sloppy juices.

She caught her breath there against the washer, slowly running her fingers over her vulva, then pulled her hand from her panties, tossed the shirt in with the rest and started the washer, then headed back to the bedroom. She found clean sheets in the bathroom closet, and made the bed. There were lots of books in various piles, and she tried to make some order of them. As she moved about she peeked into drawers, and all around. She didn't know what she was looking for. She just wanted to explore. His dresser and closet were filled with nice, if simple stuff, and she didn't find anything of note. The nightstand drawer did contain a bottle of lube and a few lengths of silk rope, which she found quite intriguing, as well as an opened package of condoms.

The sight of the condoms gave her another rush. During the past week she and Jack had discussed their sexual histories and health, had concluded that his vasectomy would be all the protection they would need, and promised each other that they would use protection if they had sex with anyone else. This would be the first time in her life she had engaged in unprotected sex without any worry, and she found her hand in her pants again as her mind filled with images of his lovely cock. His bare cock. Hers, for her pussy only. She flopped back on the bed and sped away at her clit once more.



Jack came home a few hours later. By that time Melanie had the bedroom, kitchen and living room pretty much in order. She had cleared the floor in the main space, and moved all the papers onto the table. She had her back to the door, with the vacuum running, so she didn't hear him until he shut the door, rather loudly.

Melanie looked back over her shoulder and saw him standing there staring at her ass. She was suddenly very conscious of how she looked. There was simply no grace in vacuuming, and she felt sloppy and pudgy in her sweaty underwear. She clicked off the machine and turned to face him.

"Hi," she said, a little uncertainly.

"Wow," he said, "Look at what you've done! This place looks transformed."

She looked around the room.

"You're easily impressed," she replied, but she smiled a bit at his genuine enthusiasm. "I still have plenty of work to do, though. Could you do something about those papers?"

He came over to her and chuckled.

"I like the way you're making yourself right at home," he said, standing close so she had to tilt her head back to look up into his face, "and looking hot as can be, at the same time."

He reached out and cupped her left breast in his big hand. He caressed it gently through her sweaty cotton top, then squeezed. It felt really good, and she closed her eyes and sighed.

He kissed her lightly on the lips as his other hand ran over her ass. As she stood there just breathing, he massaged her ass and breast while his kisses roved all over her face, on her closed eyelids, behind her ear, moving down her neck.

"Mmmm," he breathed, "You taste so good."

Her nipples tighened as she felt his tongue run along her neck, down to her slick collarbone. His hand slipped into her panties and he slid a long, slender finger between her sweaty ass cheeks. Melanie rocked herself forward, leaning on the vaccuum cleaner, lifting her ass for him.

She let out a half-offering, half-begging little noise that caught in her throat as his finger tip brushed over her rosebud. He pinched her nipple and kissed her again, locking lips this time and probing deeply with his tongue. His squeezing, probing hand continued down the crack of her raised, pleading ass and over right into her pussy.

"My, aren't you swollen and sloppy. Does housework always do this to you?"

"Mmm," she replied, "only when I know I could get bent over and used at any moment."

"Do you think I should bend you over right now?"

"Uh huh," she just managed to say, as three of his fingers entered her begging cunt.

"If you want something, why don't you just ask?"

"Please," she panted.

"Please? Tell me what you want."

"Oh, please! Please bend me over and fuck me. Fuck me now."

Jack eased his hand out of her panties and took the vacuum from her hands and then twisted her around and forward with a firm hand gripping her butt.

"We'll see about that, but go ahead and bend over."

She caught herself with both hands on the back of a chair, and silently complied as his hands positioned her as he wanted. He pulled down her panties and positioned her legs apart more, then stepped back. Melanie felt hot and exposed, ass in the air, wearing nothing but her flimsy little top that barely contained her heavy, hanging tits.

"Mmmm. What a lovely round ass," he said, starting to run his hand over her bare ass. He caressed her up and down her thighs, then up and over her ass and to her back. He pressed down gently but firmly on the small of her back, leading Melanie to tilt her ass up even further for him.

"Let's have a good look at all this lovelyness," he said, spreading her legs more. She stayed completely silent and still as she held the pose, rampantly hot at showing herself so sluttishly.

Now his hand went back down over her ass and between her legs, where he cupped her vulva and stroked her gently. Melanie was focused purely on his motions, willing him to stroke her clit.

"Smooth and silky. Do you shave, or wax?"

"Wax," she breathed. She smiled at the memory of how trashy she'd felt getting her pussy and ass waxed the day before. Intentionally scheduling the appointment for the afternoon before moving in seemed so businesslike. She even told the girl in the salon that she was "doing it for work". "I guess that explains why you're leaking like a faucet," the girl had chuckled as she dabbed at Melanie's dribbling pussy with a towel.

Jack's hand was roaming all over her crotch, getting her hotter and hotter.

"Still, I thought I told you I preferred a bit of a bush up above," he said, stroking her bald mound.

"I don't know... Pussies should always be cute and tidy," she managed with a little smirk as she tried to press into his hand further.

"Well, I'm not into little girls. You can keep your pubes trimmed as nice and tidy as you like, but you'll grow it in up here, won't you?" He punctuated this polite command with a light smack on her ass.

Startled, she let out a little "ooh," with only a hint of "ouch". She wiggled her ass.

He smacked it again. "Well?"

Melanie made an effort to think with her mind, not her ass, and remember what he was talking about. "Yes. Yes, I will," she replied, a bit chagrined at the image of icky stubble. Oh well, it wouldn't last forever. Being a professional meant pleasing the client, she supposed.

He squatted on his haunches, gripped her ass cheeks his strong hands and spread her wide open.

"Oh god," she murmured as she felt her labia part, releasing a trickle of wetness down her thigh. He squeezed her ass, and ran a thumb up and down her crack, from her slit to her butt hole.

"What a nice little pink pucker," he said, making circles over it with his thumb, then pressing in just a bit. "So clean."

She gave herself a little slut point for the soapy finger she'd slipped up her butt in the shower this morning. That would have to become a habit.

Keeping her spread wide, he leaned forward. Melanie let out a little whimper as she felt his breath on her cunt, then she gasped, as he pressed against her swollen clit with his tongue.

"Mmmm," he murmured as he licked along her slit. "You taste wonderful."

Melanie was in heaven as he lapped away at her cunt juices, which seemed to flow from her too fast for him to clean up. He slipped his thumb into her cunt and went right for her clit. She screamed within moments of him starting to suck on it and crashed into a quaking orgasm.

She collapsed over the back of the armchair, and lay there gasping for a moment, until she heard him undo his belt and drop his pants. She rolled over to the sight of his big cock standing there, for her. It looked as hard as could be, with a fuzzy cloud of hair around his large, purple balls.

"Come here," he said.

She needed no more urging than that, and was on her knees before him in no time. She stared innocently up at him and opened her mouth and waited. Inches from her face, his cock twitched in time with his pulse.

Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed the head around her lips, smearing them with pre-cum. He put his cock into her mouth and she happily wrapped her lips around the warm, hard shaft. She looked up into his eyes while running her tongue over the smooth, veiny flesh.

With a hand on her head he began to slowly slide in and out of her mouth. She reached up with one hand and felt his large heavy balls. He moaned as she stroked the base of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and started to stroke.

Melanie began working his cock earnestly now, taking him far into her mouth, smearing slobber up and down as she went. She was letting out little sighs and moans, betraying her great love of cock sucking.

He gripped her head with both hands and made her look up at him again. She opened her eyes wide and stared back at him as he started to fuck her face. She moaned as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper, letting him force his hot head into her throat.

Melanie's obvious eagerness and enjoyment sent Jack's arousal through the roof, and after only a few deep strokes in and out of her throat he pulled her off of him, stood her up, and guided her over to the table. Still holding her by one arm, he swept his other across the table, sending most of the neatly-stacked papers right onto the floor. He pulled off her top and pushed her back onto the table.

"Take off yours, too," she said.

"Glady," he said, pulling his black t-shirt over his head.

As he lifted her legs up and brought his cock near her sopping pussy she looked at his body, completely naked for the first time. She held her own legs spread wide for him and gazed at his torso, at his trim muscles visible right beneath his smooth olive skin. Holding his cock in one hand he rubbed his head up and down her slit, teasing her swollen lips apart.

She moaned with urgent need for him to fill her with his cock, and pressed against him as well as she could. He rubbed his cock head against her clit and ran his cock up and all the way over it. She groaned as she felt the hard ridge along the underside ripple over her throbbing bud. He worked his way back down, slipping the tip between her folds. Silky-smooth, their bare, sensitive skin came in contact. He pressed in a bit more, then withdrew, and rubbed his cock over her clit again, then traced down over her slit with the tip and all the way to her butt hole.

Finally he placed his head back against her dripping pussy, gripped her thighs, and slowly slid on in. Melanie was in heaven as she felt his thick shaft spread her cunt wider and wider, deeper and deeper. He went past where his fingers had been, past where her vibrator went. It was unlike anything she'd felt in ages and ages.

"Oh god," he said. "So tight."

"Mmmm. So big," she replied.

Soon her pussy was stretched and filled completely, and her cunt felt wonderful gripping and holding him there. He stood with his thighs against hers, looking down on her body with total concenration. She lay there and watched him right back until he caught her looking. He met her gaze with lust in his eyes as he started stroking in and out, stretching her apart again with each thrust.

"Oh, oh. Fuck me," she moaned.

"Yes, that's right. You want it, don't you?"

"Oh yes. So bad. Fuck my pussy."

Slowly and steadily he plunged away, filling her entirely, then drawing his cock almost all the way out.

"What a hot, hot thing you are," he said. His words made her moan. "Definitely a wanton cockslut. Tell me how much you love cock."

"Oh god. I love cock. Oh yes."

"My live-in slut. To use when I like," he said, punctuated by a grunt as he rammed his cock home again.

"Oh yes. Any time. Fill me with your cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she streamed on and on.

Soon the pace had picked up and he leaned forward and took her bouncing breasts in his hands. He squeezed, and caressed, pinched and stroked. She felt his strong fingers sink into her flesh as his hands gripped her heavy breasts more and more in time with his harder and harder thrusts. He pinched her stiffened nipples more and more roughly, causing her to cry and shudder, and moisten further.

"Take it, slut," he said. "You know you like it."

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Use me as your fucktoy," she continued.

He rammed his big cock in and out of her hungry cunt, his hands at her waist, pulling her on and off his cock, using her for his pleasure. She held her legs open as far as she could, pitching her ass back and forth on the table to rub her swollen clit against his belly each time he hit home. Spasms went through her from pussy to brain like lightning. She could feel every nerve in her body alive with the anticipation of orgasm.

He slowed down, continuing to slowly slide all the way in and out of her.

"You just want all the cock you can get, don't you, slut?"

"Oh yes."

"What does that make you?" he asked.

"A slut," she replied.

Melanie was in ecstasy getting her cunt plowed by this commanding man and his big hard cock. This was nothing like the mechanical fucking most of her experiences had been. Jack was a man who knew how to get her into the state he wanted. He used his hands and cock to pleasure her body, and he worked his words into her mind to wind her up even further.

All this rewarding attention made her want to please him even more. She was ready to do anything he wanted. To be the trashiest slut in existence for his pleasure.

"I'm a filthy cockslut!" She cried out. "I'm a goddamned trashy live-in fucktoy. Use me as your whore."

Her own words crashing around in her head added to the excruciatingly hot physical pleasure radiating from her stretched wide, filled up cunt.

"Oh fuck. I'm coming. Make me cum. Fuck me hard. Use your slut," she cried on and on as she came, her cunt pulsing and grasping at his rigid cock.

He responded to her words and rammed away in and out of her, his hard belly pounding against her clit with each stroke. Then he and rammed deeper than ever and called out and stiffened, holding her body clamped to his. She felt his cock spasm over and over as her pussy flooded with his cum until it she felt it run down over her ass.

Eventually he relaxed and slid his cock in and out slowly a few times, slipping easily through the mixture of their juices. Then he leaned forward, the weight of his body on hers, and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and met his kiss completely, and slowly ground her pussy against him.

They made out for a time as his cock relaxed a bit, and then he gently pulled out and shifted to sit on the edge of the table. She lay there looking up at him, this man she seemed to be in the process of giving herself completely to. He sat by her side, watching her. He stroked her cheek, and ran his fingers through her hair.

Then he got her up and led her off to a nice bath, put on sweats and headed to the kitchen to start making dinner.

Part 3 is now available for your pleasure...

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sabine, Paris

How well I remember the  first spanking I gave to Sabine. It was, in light of where we have gone since, hardly a spanking at all, but at the time, it provided the essential spark that ignited a lifetime's passion. 

We met across the cafe tables, enjoying conversation and flirtation, and there came a time when she agreed to visit my studio to sit for me. On the appointed day however, I waited all afternoon with no sign of her. A week later I encountered her again amongst a group of cafe clientele. She came through the crowed cafe to where I was standing by the bar. With a mischievous expression she proceeded to give me an off-handed apology.

As I recall, my reception was cool, since I was still feeling genuinely annoyed. "You must have had much more pressing business. It seems you were unable to even send a message."

At this she giggled, the look of a delicious memory clearly passing over her impish features. "I guess I did get involved in something I couldn't break away from. Sometimes I just can't control myself. I really am sorry," she said with a silly pout. "I can come tomorrow."

This girl was impressing me less and less all the time. "That's alright. I'm not sure you'd really enjoy sitting still for hours," I said in a somewhat derisive tone.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Her cute little expressions weren't getting far with me, but she certainly wasn't giving up.

"Mad? No, I'm not sure I'd use that word. It certainly is annoying to set aside an afternoon for no reason, though."

"Oh, the last thing I want to be is annoying," she said, with another display of lower lip.  She must have seen that she was making headway against my stern resolve however, and added with an innocent gaze into my eyes, "Perhaps I should be disciplined."

At this I chuckled. This young thing was too precious for me to treat the topic of a missed appointment so seriously.

"Yes, I imagine you should be," I said.

"I probably deserve a good spanking."

"Do you think that would help you remember to keep your appointments?"

"I hope so," she said and turned, right there at the crowded bar, presenting her lovely round behind to me. She wiggled it a bit and looked over her shoulder at me with one finger on her lower lip. "I'm so badly in need of discipline."

"You do appear to be a wayward little coquette," I replied while admiring the way her long skirt curved over her anatomy.

"Perhaps if we get my punishment over now then we can arrange an appointment for tomorrow." This was accompanied by another suggestive thrust of her delicious rear in my direction.

I was a bit nonplussed by this young trollop's behavior, but the whole situation was rather enjoyable, so I did my best to rise to the occasion.

"How many do you think you deserve?"

The look now in Sabine's eyes showed the knowledge that she had hooked her fish, and she languidly stood up and came closer to me.

"As many as you desire to give me, Monsieur," she said, her voice an octave lower than her previous flirtations. 

She then turned and began to walk to the back of the cafe. She looked over her shoulder and gave me another of her marvelous smiles. I followed her into a store room where she made her way between the dusty boxes and sacks and barrels. At the other side of the room she bent at the waist and put her hands on a shelf before her.

The sight of her flawless form presented so submissively began to have an effect on my demeanor. I removed my coat and laid it over a stack of boxes, then rolled my sleeves as I took two steps across the small room to stand behind her, and a bit to the left. With a few gentle strokes of my hand I smoothed her skirt over her rear. Her breath was coming heavily as she waited for my blows.

I withdrew my hand and then brought it down against her firm buttock. Her body stiffened and she let out a sound that was a cross between a snort and a moan. Quickly I followed that first slap with one to the other side. Sabine moaned a bit more and thrust her behind at me again.

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed, her head hanging down between her arms.

Physical domination was nothing that had ever appealed to me, but this young woman's behavior brought a new fire to my veins. I now delivered a blow that made her gasp. It was a gasp of shock, tinged with desire. 

Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Black Hole


This story certainly doesn't fit with the stated theme of my blog here. Oh well. I wrote it a long time ago, in one fast go.



Even as his ship fell towards the black hole with ever increasing speed, Wes craned his neck back, riveted by the view in the rear port.

"They're crazy!" He yelled in the empty cabin. "They'll never get free now! It's suicide to follow me."

Still, the other ship continued to gain. He could clearly see the gaping black mouths of the copper-rimmed blast ports. The ship had a huge, old-style hammerdrive that dwarfed its life-support section. It was one seriously overpowered machine.

Wes had no idea what they wanted. He had given up bracing himself for the imminent blast from those orifices of destruction. They could have shot him at far greater range and avoided the pull of the black hole. He had nothing of value, and his ship, though hot in its time, had not only been seriously superceded by the new technologies, but was falling apart at the seams.

The pursuing vessel would soon catch up, and then what? There was nothing Wes could do. He had long since lost control of his ship to the gravity well, which inexorably sucked him in.

Outside, the swirling cloud of gases filled the entire forward view. Streaks of purples and brilliant white were being sucked from the neighboring nebula into the voracious well. The gases concentrated and grew brighter as they reached the center, only to border on the absolute blackness of the black hole.

The large silver and bronze craft bore down on Wes and matched speeds, its bulk blotting out the overhead view. He could see that it had a rather small crew area. Two small hatches suddenly flipped open and a pair of grappling hooks flew out with puffs of propellant.

"Fuck!" Wes broke for the suit-locker on the other side of the cabin as the feel of their hardened-steel claws impacting on the ship made the whole ship shudder. The sound of the claws contracting on the thin shell of the hull chilled him to the bone. He glanced up to see a suited figure flying toward him from a larger hatch that had opened. He slammed the door on the locker and groped for his suit. As he struggled into the legs he heard a thud against the hull.

He looked up, but could no longer see the attacker, who was presumably at the air lock. There was a vibration against the hull that felt like a cutting tool. As he yanked the zipper to his throat he heard the outer hatch open without the airlock cycling. His fingers struggled with the collar latches, which always got stuck.

The speed with which they had pulled all this off was impressive. He just about broke his finger getting the collar done up and grabbed at his helmet just as the inner door flew open and the air started rushing out of the open lock with a deafening roar, pulling him with it toward the red-suited figure, who was braced in the opening. As he jammed the helmet on the invader grabbed him, slammed the collar lock home and sprang for the other ship.

They flew the short distance chest to chest, with the gaudy spiral of light reflecting across the stranger's reflective faceplate. Looking down he could see where the loss of pressure within his ship had allowed the grappling hooks to bite into his ship's hull, ripping giant gashes into the metal.

They entered the big ship, his captor cycled the lock and dragged him into the main cabin. He tried to break from the gripping gloves, but found himself flung aft, with the menacing red figure pursuing him. The stranger deftly popped his helmet lock and tossed it away, then steadying with one hand on a rail, popped off the red suit's helmet and sent it after it.

Wes found himself stupefied by the sight before him. "You!" was all he could gasp.

A cloud of blonde hair floated from where the helmet had been and a radiant face, possessed with an intensity of purpose which dominated him completely, stared at him. The woman's eyes bored into his very soul. For this was no longer a mysterious figure, but a vision embodied. No longer a sexless attacker, but most definitely a woman. The tight-fitting suit gleamed with its red sheen and curved smoothly over her hips and defined her round thighs. The ribbed bands across the chest accentuated the curve of her breasts. The close sleeves revealed her biceps and the gloves tapered to her fingertips. All this hung before him before the backdrop of the sight of the giant nova swirling into the nearby black hole.

continue..."You think you're going down there without me?" she demanded. "You could be killed!" She undid the clasp on one glove and pulled it off with her teeth, then switched handholds and did the same with the other one. Wes still couldn't find anything to say.

"But we're in this together now, and since this is probably my last moment in this universe one way or another we're doing it my way!"

She undid her neck clasp and pulled her zipper down halfway and then moved towards Wes, who gathered his wits and reached to meet her. As they spun away from the wall she pulled at his zipper and slipped one cool hand into his battered black suit, running it over his chest while the other curled around his neck. He gripped her body and pulled her to him, closing on her lips.

The softness of her lips as he brushed over them brought tears to his eyes as a long-hungered sensation was finally granted to him. Their tongues darted forward and caressed each other and he pressed his teeth into her lower lip, then pressed himself into her as their souls touched. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he gripped her round ass and ground against her as they floated under the view of the kaleidoscopic chaos which was their destination.

They kissed and kissed and the blood coursed through their bodies.

He removed his gloves and ran his hands under her suit, from neck to breasts and down her soft belly. He cupped her breasts with his large hands and gripped them with gentle strength. She peeled his suit back from his shoulders and bit at his neck and he groaned. He kissed her behind the ear, down her neck, to her clavicle and on to her shoulder. He brushed her nipples with his thumbs and they became even harder. He bent his head to one and ran his tongue over it, gripped it between his teeth and traced over its tip with his tongue.

Her moans filled the cabin and she opened her eyes to view the black hole growing above them. The brilliant clouds of pinks and purples filled the view through the transparent dome.

He unzipped her suit the rest of the way and ran the nails of his other hand over her skin, down her stomach and into her pubic hair. She spread her legs and offered herself up to him. He cupped her mound and drew his hand back up, pressing inward with his middle finger, feeling the slick wetness of her folds. He continued moving his hand up and grazed past her button with only the lightest pressure.

She opened his suit and slid her hand to his engorged member, running her fingers along the thick vein on the underside and down to his bulging testicles. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft just below the head and gripped firmly, slowly moving her hand up and down. Animal noises passed his lips from deep inside him.

As he traced gentle circles around her sensitive nub she pressed her sex against his hand and he slid back down, this time slipping his finger easily into her, grinding his palm against her swollen button. Grinding, and grinding, and grinding. Her moans grew louder and louder, deepening in pitch.

The terrifying, utter blackness yawned over them as the ship hurtled down at an unthinkable rate.

They freed themselves of their suits and came together as man and woman. His thick member slid slowly into her wet, wet opening. They kept the even, smooth motion going until the base ground against her pleasure spot. Her insides gripped the shaft which filled her as he pulled back and thrust again, still slowly. They moaned in unison as they pressed together. Stroke by stroke their passion grew, till it seemed it could equal the forces which danced chaotically all around them.

Their pace increased as they reached the yawning vortex. His hands gripped her buttocks as he thrust into her, trying to reach her very center. Light from every part of the spectrum flared around them, obliterating their sense of place. They felt as though they were beings of pure passion in a frozen moment that seemed to go on to eternity.

And so the gleaming ship, it's reflective hull a blinding streak of dancing light, plunged into the black hole, never to be seen in the universe of it's origin again.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Room & Board, Part 1 - The Interview

OK, so this one is clearly packed with married, middle-aged man fantasy. Guilty as charged. I fond of it, though, so here it is.

Melanie had been through some twists and turns in her life, but she never expected to end up like this. It all started with a Craigslist ad, in the "housing" section, of all places.

"Oh my god, check this one out!" squealed Susan. "'Full Room & Board for Young Nympho Housekeeper'.

"What!?" replied Melanie.

Susan continued to read from the screen.

"Recently divorced professional man seeks young female to keep large apartment in good order, and sexual needs fulfilled. Fifteen years of pent-up energy to satisfy, and too busy to date. I've decided to look for a live-in solution without the strings of romance. I'm offering a comfortable, sunny room and free run of the whole place. I'll do all the shopping and cooking. You must be fastidiously tidy and organized, have excellent oral skills, and provide reasonably frequent and varied services with a smile. Sense of adventure a plus."

"Woah! Can believe that? What kind of guy would even post such a thing? I bet he doesn't even get one response." Melanie said.

Melanie and Susan had moved to the Bay Area together, after being roommates for the last two years at their small mid-west college. Susan was a bit more straight-laced than most of Melanie's friends had been up until that point, but she was a truly sweet and caring person, something Melanie was ready for. After what had probably been too crazed a start to her university career she'd sworn off all those crass, pig-headed college boys and dumb-as-a-post party girls and really enjoyed the calm, tidy atmosphere of their cosy off-campus apartment. Susan's example taught her how apply herself to her work, and she caught up on her studies, finishing on time, with honors even. Over all that time, Melanie had just managed to keep her hyper sex drive in check with her own fingers, though she did end up with a handful of soft, sensual experiences in her hot little asian roommate's bed. When they'd both gotten accepted to the same grad school it had seemed like the best luck ever, and in their cute apartment with a tiny bay view, Melanie started wondering if she should try and turn the relationship from friends to lovers.

Then, after only a few months, Susan claimed to have found the love of her life. To Melanie it looked more like Susan had finally discovered cock, but the end result was the same. In ever-so-pained terms, she had broken the news to Melanie that she wanted her to move out as soon as possible to make room for her man. So great was Susan's urgency that once Melanie had assured her that she wasn't heartbroken, she'd thrown herself into the task of helping Melanie find a new place to live.

It wasn't going very well. The trouble was that the Bay Area housing market just wasn't set up for the hard-working graduate student. Melanie's meager TA wages barely kept her fed and housed as it was, and she just wasn't liking the descriptions she saw in shared housing ads. All she wanted was a calm, clean place to concentrate on her work, but these group arrangements all made her think of the dorms again.

"Leave that alone and go back to the index," Melanie said. "I saw one for $250."

"What's the matter? This is really just a personals ad in the wrong section," Susan said. "Full Room and Board," she stressed. "Think how much easier school would be without all those TA hours."

"What, and replace them with fucking and cleaning?" Melanie laughed. "That's exactly why I'm still in school."

continue...Susan steadied her gaze. "Come on. You could use some fucking, sweetie."

Melanie's eyes went wide. "You're serious! You're suggesting I should whore myself out to some lecherous old slob?"

"He could also be a nice, handsome, successful guy in his forties."

"What does that have to do with it?" Melanie retorted. She was becoming a bit shocked by her friend's attitude.

"Think about it as trading cleaning for rent and having a roommate fuck-buddy."

"Come on! It doesn't say 'friends with benefits'. It says 'services'. This is a work arrangement."

"It's just sex! You like sex!" Susan exclaimed.

"Sounds like you're the one who should be replying," Melanie said, tartly.

"I am going to reply," said Susan. "I'm going to reply and ask him for a picture and we'll see what you say then."

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Later that afternoon Susan squealed for Melanie's attention. "He wrote back! With pictures! He's cute, Melanie."

Melanie rushed right over, despite herself, and plunked down on the couch next to Susan. He was cute. The apartment looked nice, too.

"If those are really his pictures," Melanie said.

"What would the point of that be?"

"He could just be perving on the internet."

"Dear Melanie," Susan read.

"What?? You used my real name?"

"Shut up," Susan said, and kept reading.

"Thanks for replying to my ad. Yes, I am quite serious. Here are a few photos taken just last week. If you like what you see, and you'd seriously consider the job of nympho-housekeeper, why don't you give me a call so we can set up an interview? Jack."

"An interview!" Melanie exclaimed. "We know what that means!"

"You've got the 'nympho' part, for sure," Susan pondered. "I know you get yourself off at least three times a day, and you're a royal bitch when you have to go a few days without you vibrator."

Melanie's jaw dropped, but Susan wasn't done.

"And I also know how much fun you had your first two years at school. And those high-school photos that went around."

"Oh, god," Melanie groaned, remembering the pictures of her pale, fleshy body taking cock in both ends. "You saw those? I've heard a few wound up posted places..."

"Some of those girls said trashy things about your weight, but it looked to me like you were having a good time. I thought they were hot," she giggled.

Melanie smiled, blushing a little. "I had a great time. For some reason the camera was a real turn-on."

"Didn't you tell me you were a champion cocksucker?"

"Yeah, that's why those girls hated me. Their boyfriends always came around for my mouth." Melanie blushed more.

"Excellent oral skills," Susan quoted. "Check."


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Two days later, Melanie was standing across from the man who had written those words. She couldn't believe Susan had talked her into this, but she had to admit that the butterflies in her stomach were more than just nervousness. She felt all jangly with excitement.

The tail-end of the rainstorm had been a bit damp and chilly, and she was standing there feeling completely self-conscious of the way the Susan had forced her to expose about half of her breasts. Her first time out of sweats and into a dress in ages. And a skimpy summer dress, at that! It left acres of skin covered in goosebumps from her chest to her pink, chilly thighs.

At least she hadn't let Susan talk her out of her boots. With her Docs laced up high she felt rooted to the ground, and she looked Jack in the eye and held out her hand.

"Hi," she said.

Jack's strong, warm hand felt great, enfolding her cold fingers. She couldn't kid herself that his looks helped. He'd looked good in his picture, but the age difference had been apparent. In person she felt an instant charm from him that put that concern aside. He was tall, and dressed well in simple, dark clothes. Not your average middle-aged wardrobe, but not trying to be young, either.

"Hi. I'm sorry you got caught in that. Can I get you a towel?" He asked, taking her umbrella and turning to put it by the door.

"That's ok," she replied. The room was warm, and she thought her nipples probably weren't showing anymore. She wondered if he'd seen.

His eyes definitely took in the sway of her boobs as she shook her fingers through her hair, though, brushing it roughly into position. No bones about it. His smile got bigger, and Melanie suddenly felt far warmer inside.

"I'm so glad you came. Let me show you around. This is where I spend most of my time when I'm home, between my running my business and hanging out."

The door opened onto a wide open space, part living room, part office, with a kitchen in the corner.

"Wow. What a great room," she said.

The place was furnished with a combination of tasteful modern items and solid wooden pieces. A massive wooden table stood over an overlapping pile of oriental rugs that radiated from the center of the room, leaving areas of hard wood in the office and kitchen corners. A couple of large black leather and chrome couches with armchairs formed a lounge area. It was really pretty nice, even with all the clutter of books, papers, other miscellaneous items such as laptops, phones, and tools.

"Can I get you something to drink? Tea maybe?"

Melanie saw a bottle of red wine on the table and felt instantly calmed by the thought of a sip. Jack saw her gaze.

"Wine, then? Good idea," he said with a sly smile.

"As you can see, it's a totally messy geek space," he said as he rummaged in the kitchen for opener and glasses. "I just can't keep it all together."

"No, it's really nice," she said. "Not that much gear, really."

Then Melanie found herself casting her eye over it as the professional she was toying with becoming.

"And there's no meals or clothes lying around. Only a handful of coffee cups and glasses." The kitchen certainly showed evidence of a guy living alone, though.

Jack handed her a glass and silently raised his, then drank, then turned. Melanie remembered what she was doing here, and raised her glass to herself and took a sip. It was good. She brought the glass to her lips again and enjoyed more of the smooth, full-bodied wine.

"On with the rest of the tour," he said as he walked down the single hallway. His room was first, with large bed. Another massive wooden piece. Here, his clothes were hanging and lying on too many knobs and surfaces. Some of which really ought to be treated better.

Perhaps this would be a job, but she could see that she'd enjoy seeing the place in good order. She reassured herself with the phone conversation in which he'd explained that the "services" part of the agreement was open for negotiation. In any case, he really seemed quite respectful. Not a creep at all. Fit and handsome, too, with a nice butt, she couldn't help noticing.

They stood in silence for a minute, and she wondered for the fiftieth time in the past two days what it would be like to be used whenever asked. Perhaps, as Susan had pointed out, having a business-like sex life would go well with getting her work done. Suddenly she found herself starting to imagine being draped over that bed.

The bathroom opened onto both his room and the hall. It was pretty roomy, with both a nice looking tub and shower. Jack seemed to like nice towels, even if they were scattered on the floor.

"I have a cleaner come once a week, but in between, you know how things pile up."

Across the hall was his teenager's room. She'd heard about his daughter, who spent two or three nights a week there. Jack held the door open and showed her the wreckage.

"You should not think about cleaning this room unless you reach some arrangement with her yourself. It's not a battle I'm inclined to fight."

"Hah. Good thinking, if my teen years were anything to go on," she said, bracing herself with more wine as she thought of the possible minefield of teenage daughter meeting daddy's young plaything. The reality of the situation caused mixed emotions to churn inside her. The phrase rolled around her mind: "Daddy's plaything". It gave her a thrill. Other words came to her, "sex kitten", "fuck doll"...

"Then, in the back, here is the room that would be yours."

It was a really nice little room on the corner, with windows wrapping around. Even with the sun struggling through the clouds Melanie could see the charm of it. There was a nice, big desk, a beautiful armoire, and a small couch.

"I used to have my office in here, but I've cleared my stuff out. You can do pretty much anything you like with it, though it might be tricky to find some other place in the apartment for any of the furniture."

It really was a great little office, but there was no bed. She tried to see if the couch folded out, but she couldn't see how. Melanie stood in the doorway and tried to figure out what to say.

Jack was moving back out of the room, though, bringing them much closer than they'd been so far.

"Um. Does the couch make up as a bed or something?" she hesitantly asked.

He smiled and looked down into her eyes as he passed by, gently guiding her from the room with his hand on the small of her back.

"Melanie," he said, using her name for the first time, "the right candidate for this position wouldn't make much use of a bed in here." That silenced her and she came along with him down the hall.

She caught his smell as they walked back to the living room, and could feel where he had touched her. For the first time she got the sense that maybe she could do this. And if not, she thought, why not have a bit of fun just this once? This seemed like an excellent opportunity to see if it really was different with an "experienced" man.

They sat and started talking. Jack refilled their glasses, asked about her studies, and explained about his work. He ran a small small software consulting business, and worked with people all over the world, traveling frequently.

Finally he brought the conversation back around to main event.

"Well, you seem like a pleasant, sane person," he said, "Which, by the way, was a bit of a concern for me when imagining who might respond to my ad."

She laughed along with him.

"Do you think you'd really consider this arrangement? You're certainly a luscious young beauty, and I'd feel quite lucky to have you say yes."

Suddenly on the spot, Melanie took another sip and tried to still her thoughts for a minute. Could she really do this? She knew her hormones were raging, but the thought living in this nice place, with this nice man, and frequently having sex with him, sounded pretty good at the moment.

His patience encouraged her, and she finally found words to leave things a bit open.

"Well, I haven't gone running out the door yet, have I?"

"No, you certainly haven't. Definitely a good sign. Have you thought at all about any conditions you'd like to specify?"

She could picture herself straddling him there on the couch, grinding her pussy on the front of his black jeans. Was there a bulge growing there? She tried to bring her rational mind to the front and come up with a coherent response.

"Um. Well. I, ah, wouldn't want to do any gross stuff," she said, somewhat uncertainly.

"Gross is a very subjective term, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I suppose so." She paused. This was tricky. "Maybe it would be easier if you told me what you think is OK?"

"Rather than what's not? OK. I like kissing, cuddling, general fondling. I imagine I'll want to get my hands on your lovely breasts quite a lot." Her heavy boobs tingled at the thought.

"Spontaneously rubbing my shoulders would be great," he added.

This all sounded good. "Uh huh."

He got up to fetch the wine bottle again, then propped himself against the edge of the table as he continued. She found herself approving of his tall, spare physique and again took in his large, dextrous hands.

"Obviously, we'll sleep in the same bed," he said, pausing waiting for her response.

"Um, sure."

"And it would be nice if you spent time wearing very little. You've got such lovely curves to admire."

She was starting to feel his hands on her from a distance. No matter what else was going to happen, she wanted to get laid today.

"Oral sex, of course."

"Yes, of course."

"The thing is, there is an art to fellatio, isn't there?"

Melanie's response to this was physical. Her mouth watered with memories of warm, hard cocks she had enjoyed and she let out a bit of a moan in agreement.

Jack looked down at her, suddenly a bit more serious, and continued, "After all, how much talent does it take to offer me your pussy or ass? As much as everything else seems positive here, I hate to say that this is the one thing that could make or break the deal. Do you understand?"

At this point Melanie was feeling committed. Challenged, in fact. She was extremely proud of her cock sucking skills.

"Yes, I do. Honestly, it's one of the most important parts for me, too. I have loved cock from the very first time I sucked one, and have had lots of practice."

Her focus narrowed now to the thought of sucking him off. Again she pictured his cock as long and thick, and she realized the one fear she had remaining was that the size of his cock could be the deal-breaker for her.

She slipped from her chair and sank to her knees in front of him.

"Why don't I show you."

He pushed off from the edge of the table and stood before her. She ran her hands up and down the front of his thighs, feeling lean muscle. The bulge before her face was certainly promising.

Melanie reached up to undo the top button on his jeans and worked her way down, holding her breath. Button by button what was revealed made her salivate all the more. His thick, ridged manhood strained in a pair of black bikini briefs. She ran her hand over it and let out an appreciative moan as she felt its warmth through the soft cotton.

She looked up and saw him smiling.

"That's a good girl," he said.

With a thrill of anticipation, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and released his cock, which sprang up, only inches from her face. Her pussy tingled and her nipples stiffened as she gazed at a really beautiful, generous cock. Large, but not huge.

No longer aware of anything else, Melanie pulled his underwear down further so she could check the whole thing out. It stood out and up from his body, and was about eight inches long, as thick as her wrist, with a nice taper at the top, ending in a soft pink head.

She ran her hand up and down it, caressing the warm flesh. Little happy noises were coming from her as she pressed her cheek against his manhood. She then wrapped her hand around the shaft and did one slow, firm stroke from the bottom to the top, bringing a glistening drop of pre-cum forth. She let out a little sigh and reached forward and tasted his salty wetness with the tip of her tongue.

Jack stiffened and groaned as she ran her tongue over his head and then slipped her lips over the top. Melanie felt a wonderful, familiar feeling come over her as she understood the power she had to give a man complete pleasure. She moaned as she wetly ran her mouth up and down with her fist, salivating over the taste of the warm, hard cock that was hers to enjoy.

His hips began to gently buck, and he twined his fingers through her hair. She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. She knew she had him now. She could make him cum in a minute, or keep him on the edge as long as she liked. This being the first cock she'd had in over a year, she was in no way inclined to rush.

Melanie was determined to show him that she was the best cock sucker he would ever meet. She would show him all of her skills. Up and down she slid her mouth and her slippery fist. Sometimes she took as much as she could, and other times she gently stroked up and down while licking all over, all to the sound of her slutty moans and wet noises.

Little by little she took more and more. It was quite a lot of cock, but she knew she had taken as much before. She felt a slight gag each time his head pushed against the back of her throat, but Melanie knew what to do. She swallowed as she and pushed down hard, and felt his cock stiffen even more as he moaned and pressed back. Not all of it went down, but plenty. She held him there then slowly drew back all the way to the top. Again she went down, swallowing again, pulsing his cock with her throat muscles, before she came up for air and went back to stroking and sucking.

Jack was moaning uncontrollably, stroking her hair with both hands and slowly fucking her face. Melanie felt a stirring pride in her work and continued to indulge herself in enjoying this blowjob.

She spread her thighs and brought her left hand down to start rubbing at her soaked panties. She pressed the fabric against herself and stroked the slippery, swollen folds of her labia. She slipped a finger under the edge and stroked little circles around her clit.

Melanie felt the balance of control shift between them as she became consumed by the sensations of sucking and stroking a beautiful cock while waves of pleasure radiated from her cunt. His hips began to rock with a firmer motion, and his large hands tightened their grip in her hair. The more he controlled her motions, the hotter she got. He was forcing her to go deeper and longer.

As his motions got rougher, she gave up stroking her snatch to use both hands to steady herself against his thighs. Her arousal built as she allowed herself to be used for his pleasure. Soon he was truly fucking her throat, pounding into her as her saliva dribbled over her chin and spattered on her chest.

Suddenly she felt all his muscles tense as he rammed his cock deep down her throat and held her there. She gagged as his cock sent forth the first spurt of cum. He drew back, then bucked forward again, jetting more semen into her, then pulled out and gripped his cock in his fist, shooting another ropy stream out, tracing over her from her hair to her chin. More and more cum landed on her, splashing her face, chest and dress with his pearly liquid.

He slowed down and then sat back on heavily on the couch. Melanie leaned back against the armchair behind her. She ran her tongue around her lips, enjoying the salty taste he had left there. She looked down over herself and smiled as she realized she looked just as slutty as she felt.

Even though she often found giving head to be enjoyable enough on it's own, this was one time when she just wasn't ready to calm down. Having experienced that cock with her hands and her mouth, her pussy now hungered to be used the same way. She picked herself up and slumped back in the soft leather armchair and ran her hands up the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs and pulled her dress up so she could rub her crotch. She looked up at him as she pushed her sodden panties aside and ran her fingers over her dripping cunt.

"So that's the oral part of the interview. Did I pass?"

Jack's face split in a wide grin as he laughed. "She's got a winning personality, too. Yes, I'd say that was a success."

She rocked her hips back and forth slowly as she enjoyed the sensations spreading through her body from her crotch. His gaze focused on her cunt now. With one hand she held herself open, while the other worked away at her swollen, slippery flesh.

"What's next on your list?" she asked with a grin. "Aren't you going to test how tight my pussy is?" she said as she slipped her middle finger deep inside. She withdrew it and raised it to her lips. "Or check how I taste?"

That appeared to finally have the effect she was looking for. Jack moved from the couch over to where she was, and sat on the arm of the chair. He looked down into her eyes while she continued to rub her cunt, rocking her hips more and more.

"I suppose you're right. There are a number of things we haven't discussed yet," he said, as he reached down and moved her hands aside and placed his long fingers over her vulva. He massaged her there a bit and she pressed up against the exquisite feeling of his strong male hand down there.

Then he stopped, reached down with both hands and ripped her panties apart. "I think I just might need to give you a clothing budget, as long as you promise to spend it creatively."

"Ooh, yes please," she replied with a sweet smile.

He lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her entire sex. He ran his hands back over her bald mound. "I do like the labia smooth, by the way, but I like a well-trimmed bush above. I like women, not little girls."

"Marvelous, round, sensual women," he added, running his hand over her soft, slightly pudgy tummy. "Mmm. So soft and womanly." As he pressed harder against her cunt he leaned down and engaged her in a deep french kiss.

As their tongues twined together amist the tastes of both of them, he slipped his long finger between her folds and slid it all the way inside. She gasped and pressed against him. It went so much further than her own little fingers. He fucked her slowly with it, in and out, then curled it up to stroke her insides. Her hips lifted off the chair as she ground against his hand.

She threw her head back, breaking the kiss with the long, loud moan. She was panting as the wave built within her. He slowed down a bit, but didn't stop, keeping her in a state of anticipated bliss.

"Yes," he said, his finger going still slower. "Nice and tight. I think it will do." He pulled it out and began to gently slip it back and forth through her outer folds.

Melanie was in an uncomprehending state of arousal. Never had a man touched her like this. Nothing mattered now except achieving the shattering orgasm that she knew was just around the corner. As she cast about for a solution her body overruled her mind and all she could think of was that cock.

"Don't you think you need to try it with your cock?" she whispered.

"Oh, I don't know," he replied. "Perhaps it would be best to save some treats for later."

A plaintive sigh escaped her chest.

"Ah, I see. Your only worry now is whether I'd be so cruel as to deny your release today." His finger traced circles around her throbbing clit.

"The thing is, would you submit to that? Would you demurely walk away unsatisfied if I told you to?"

Melanie moaned again as she realized she couldn't answer that.

"Well, I see no reason to put you to that test today. We know your pussy will always be available, right?" he said with a smile.

She nodded, feeling complete agreement.

"The interview's not over yet, though."

He lifted up his hand and she thrust her hips up looking for it. Before she knew what he was doing he brought it down flat with an audible smack, right on her pussy. It stung and she cried out, but a jolt shot through her at the same time.

"What about pain?" he asked, now rubbing her pussy.

"I... I don't know," she stammered. Some little part of her reminded her that she really didn't know what this guy's intentions were. "I don't think..."

He gave her cunt a few more smacks, and while she flinched and cried out again, she continued to press upwards for more.

"Don't worry," he said, going back to the gentle stroking, "I'll only give you as much as you want. OK?"

"Uh huh," she said. "Yes. Mmmm," now so in the moment that she was barely conscious of her words.

He traced his finger down her crack, into the puddle of her juices.

"What about Anal? I hope you do anal."

This was one she'd figured was probably coming. Funny, she had been worried about it before coming. Practically every guy she'd had sex with wanted it, and while she had permitted a few to put their cocks in her ass, she had never actually enjoyed it.

"Um, yes, I've done it a few times," she murmured.

Now, in the hands of this man almost twice her age, owner of one of the thickest cocks she'd ever touched, she found herself pulling her legs back and lifting her ass so he could slip his fingertip over her pink bud as she replied.

"It's been a long time, though."

He lightly traced her opening with his finger, and the tingling sensations made her relax even more.

"Well, I'm sure we can take it slow," he said, continuing the gentle pressure on and around her anus. With his large hand he was still able to rub his thumb over her clit while his fingertip eased it's way inside her butt. She moaned as he worked just that tip of his finger around the opening.

"Seems like she likes it," she heard his warm voice say. His thumb moved down from her clit and slowly slid into her pussy.

"Uh huh," she replied with her eyes closed, losing herself again in the sensations.

"I have a feeling," he said, "that before long, this ass will be just as available your cunt, don't you think?"

"Mmm," was all she could manage as he moved and she felt his breath on her pussy. When his tongue traced a circle around her clit her breath caught and she shuddered, "Oh god."

"Anytime I say 'bend over', I'll see your lovely full ass in the air, and be able to take my pick of your waiting holes. Isn't that right?" He flicked his tongue over her swollen button.

"Yes. Oh yes. Anything. Any time," she gasped as he finally went down on her for real, sucking on her clit. "Oh god. Use my body. Let me cum," she begged.

Now he was working his hand faster in her holes. His finger kept going in a bit, back out and around, and back in. The base of his thumb stretched her pussy as he fucked her deeper with it and moved it around inside her. With his teeth, he gently gripped the base of her clit and flicked his tongue over the hard, exposed bundle of nerves, causing her whole body to shake.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes."

Melanie's pussy was flooded with her slick juices, and she was letting out a constant stream of loud gasps, moans and grunts. He leaned back and slipped his fingers out of her and ran his whole hand up and down over her sopping gash. She spread her legs further and pressed her mound against his touch, and suddenly he let go and slapped her pussy again.

"Oh!" She screamed out, surprised once more. The hand was rubbing over her again, then went away. She thrust her hips up for it, not knowing what was coming next, and not caring.

Smack! Came another spank on her raging cunt. "Oh god," she cried out, realizing that she was about to come. He spanked her pussy again and again, and she screamed as her body convulsed, but still searched for more. Two fingers entered her cunt now, and the rough pressure of his thumb rubbing directly on her clit, sent her over the top, crashing into one of her most intense orgasms ever. Her hips fucked his hand back, and he kept his fingers thrusting in and out, as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her entire body.

Eventually he slowed down with her, and her hips settled back onto the chair. He was gently stroking over her slippery vulva, causing her to shudder and gasp as he touched her excruciatingly sensitive bud. He stopped and wiped his hand on the inside of her thigh, straightened her dress out a bit so it just covered her throbbing sex parts.

They sat in silence for a time. Eventually her breathing began to return to normal and she looked up to see him sitting across from her on the couch, just watching her and smiling. She pulled herself up a bit more upright, feeling her ass slide in her slippery wetness all over the soft leather chair as she made herself more comfortable.

She couldn't take her eyes from his, couldn't manage to speak, but a big grin spread over her face as the words "Daddy's fuckdoll" ran through her head.

"I'd call that a successful interview. When can you begin?" he asked.

Read Part 2 to see what happens next.