Saturday, January 31, 2009

Marcy eats mucho cum

And so it came to pass that one day some fat whore with a big brown goiter on her neck named Marcy started talking all King Jamesish like she was in Old Testament times.

Verily I sayeth unto thee, he was a man whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses. Marcy said (Ezekiel 23:20)

Marcy was talking on the phone to her friend Deb.

Donkey dong and boo-koo baby batter! replied an excited Deb, He sounds like a real dreamboat, Marcy; a total keeper! Dont let him go. What I would do is eat nothing but corn on the cob and cottage cheese for three days. Eat that roll I gave you too. offered Deb, Then get some good wine, and invite him over. Give him a glass bowl, have him lay down and hold the glass bowl over his head. Then squat right over him so he can see and evacuate your bowels into the glass bowl he is holding over his head for you.

Marcy thought about Debs suggestion. Perhaps, but why tempt ye me, for my loins are filled with a loathsome disease. (Psalm 38:7)

Oh come on Marcy, Said Deb, You can poop in a bowl for him. Its so romantic. He cant get your cooties. Hell love it! Hell think about it when hes slappin the hog years from now!

Yes replied Marcy, I shall fill my bowels with this roll you have give me. (Ezekiel 3:3) Then I shall eat of the corn and the cheese that is cottage and on the third day I shall squat and pinch a loaf of my precious body. Take; eat for this is my body.

Thats the idea! said Deb. Your dookie may still contain a large amount of energy up to 50 of the original food! Sometimes I removed the shower head from my shower, defecated into it, then replace poop filled shower head so me and my man Ricky can have a fecal shower. Ricky really loves fecalatio too. Thats when I suck his chubster while hes having an explosive bowel movement. Sometimes the splash from the poop hitting the water splatters my face. Its so romantic.

Verily replied Marcy

Then, you can pick all the corn out of the stool and put the kernels in a bowl. Offered Deb, Have him shoot a load of sploogy sperm sauce or two on it; What you have then is some fine southern style cream corn!

Verily I say unto you, that of which thou spate sounds yummers delish! replied Marcy

You know Marcy, started a hesitant Deb, You really should get that goiter on your neck looked at. It looks like a large meatball I would make by combining 1 pound of ground beef, 1/2 pound of ground lean pork,1/2 pound of ground veal,1 cup of Italian bread crumbs, 2 eggs, 4 cloves of chopped garlic, 2 teaspoons of oregano, 1 teaspoons of basil,1/2 teaspoons of rosemary, and 1/2 cup of chopped fresh parsley, mixing all the ingredients well and forming a huge meatball then frying it in a small amount of fat until its brown.

Later.

Soon, it was winter and a north wind blew blusters of cold January air through thicket thistle and thong. Marcy with the goiter on her neck that resembled a large meatball created a sleek and smooth look with her low cut 90 nylon 10 spandex stretch support machine washable crusty lace knit fuschia thong.

Verily I sayeth unto thee said Marcy, And Abraham was 99 years old when he was circumcised in the flesh of his foreskin, (Genesis 17:24) and that warms my tampon socket right through my sleek and smooth looking low cut 90 nylon 10 spandex stretch support machine washable crusty lace knit fuschia thong. Praise Jesus!

Later Marcy downed a tab of LSD-25 and decided to play the trombone in a top hat. Sixty three guys stopped by and Marcy put down the trombone. The men unzipped their respective trousers and yanked on their groin sausages.

Besides the top hat, Marcy had on a little red mini skirt and her sleek and smooth looking low cut 90 nylon 10 spandex stretch support machine washable crusty lace knit fuschia thong. The 1st guy made his way towards Marcy as she knelt down on the mat opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. He managed to shoot his 1st stream of squirt with such force that there was a wet audible plop as it hit the roof of Marcys mouth and she gagged slightly. About three more steady streams of squirt shot into her gaping yapper before the force of the stream quickly subsided. Marcy sucked the dick into her mouth and cleaned it off. Two more guys stepped up on each side of her and shot their spunky seed into her wide waiting mouth. After cleaning both dicks off, Marcy was busy again as three more men shot their loads of fresh baby batter directly onto her tongue. Marcy let the nut pearl slip down her tongue and collect. Four more men scurried up and came into Marcys mouth before she swallowed and smiled.

This all happened in about three minutes. In those three minutes, Marcy swallowed more man spunk than many Christian women will swallow in a lifetime. The pace slackened a bit and Marcy was able to spend a little time slurping each shlong into her mouth and sucking out the last bit of spunk As each spent man backed away from Marcy, another guy stepped up to replace him. This went on for about 25 minutes before Marcy caught an extra huge milky squirt squirt of hot spunky semen on the wrong part of her tonsil and heaved up a generous glop of half digested sperm onto the upper part of her now exposed breasts. Smiling, she quickly scooped up the spermy puke and managed to get most of it into her mouth and gulp it down with a nauseous grimace. A chubby man with body odor and a very short and stubby penis scurried up and shot an impressive stream of fresh hot semen into her waiting mouth. The sound of the squirt hitting her tongue was loud enough to make her and a couple of the guys laugh. Two other guys quickly made their way up and took their positions. Marcy caught the 1st guys load and it splashed into the previous loads she was saving in her mouth. She managed to suck the still squirting dick head into her mouth without swallowing. She cleaned the excess sperm off her face with her fingers, shoving it into her mouth. The next guy stepped up and let loose a stream of nut cream into her quickly filling mouth. Marcy gagged, then swallowed. Sperm coated her goiter. Marcy ate mucho cum.

Behold, I will corrupt your seed and spread dung upon your faces. Laughed Marcy (Malachi 2:3)

The next day Marcy went out to a ritzy place for breakfast. She had a Mcmuffin, god damn it.

Marcy died when she was 83.

fin

Demonology The Churchyard

Mark had been driving for days. He was making his way from North Carolina to his small Texas hometown of Creek Crossing. Driving his pickup on the interstate was always risky; there was too much chance of State Patrol pulling him over when he was on the main roads. For some reason, he needed to take that chance. He just felt rushed, as if he had to get there as quick as possible. Why he felt the need to get there right away, he didn\'t know. He had left that small town when he was fifteen never to return - until this mad capped dash across state lines.

He spent his last night before making it to Creek Crossing in a small mom and pop hotel just the other side of Oklahoma City. Mark hated staying so close to an interstate, but so far, he\'d had good luck following I-40. It was dark and the neighborhood was run-down, so he felt safe hitting up a local grocery store. A pound of chicken livers and a six-pack of Bud later and he holed himself back up in the hotel. He wanted to get into town late, the closer to sunset the better, but he needed a place to stash the truck.

Finally, Mark decided on an old farm that he remembered being abandoned when the cattle market took a dive in the 80s. He lay back on the bed to see if anything was decent on the four channels this dive got while he popped the chicken livers back like candy. He set the alarm for 10AM and drifted off to some B-rated movie about a bunch of sex-starved teenagers being hunted down by a monster serial killer, part of some stupid Halloween monster movie marathon.

When the alarm went off, Mark grabbed his sunglasses; the light coming in through the drawn curtains was almost unbearable. He hated moving around during the daytime, but he had to, there just wasn\'t time to remain under the cover of darkness. Throwing his duffel back into the truck, he checked out. Grabbing a pack of Camels from on top of the sun visor, he threw the truck into gear and set off back on I-40 heading straight towards Amarillo. He turned north on 385, finally exiting the interstate. He filled the tank and got some \'cat fish bait\' at a grocery store in Amarillo. It was a shitty cover story, but his kind couldn\'t just swing through a drive through. He swore to whatever he was going to vomit if he spent another week living off chicken livers. There just wasn\'t enough time to hunt.

As the sun set, he crossed a small bridge over Ledger Creek. The abandoned farm was there, looking even crappier and dirtier than he remembered. The pole barn that he planned to hide the truck in looked more like a deathtrap, but it was his only option. He pulled in, carefully maneuvering the truck around a portion of roof that had collapsed. He covered the truck with some old tarps and blankets that had been hiding a rusted out tractor carcass. Grabbing his duffel, he set out in the last rays of the sun towards town. It was about 20 miles to Creek Crossing, but he kept walking at a normal pace, too early in the night for him to allow himself to make better time.

As midnight approached, he broke into a fast lope, he was getting hungry and the chicken livers were not holding him over anymore. He began covering ground quickly, there was still a bit of light from the moon, so he left his sunglasses on, and his hat on his head. His strides were strangely long, and his stamina seemed bottomless as he easily avoided every rut and rock in his way. He covered the distance faster than humanly possible, reaching a small hill outside of town where he could survey the situation.

The town looked smaller than when he left. The old Creek Crossing Cattleman\'s Bank had become a branch of the 1st National of Amarillo. The bars in town still looked closed and the \'Dry Town\' sign was still up. The town appeared deserted, his gamble that no one in this god-fearing town would be out on Halloween night paid off. They\'d all be holed up, worried Satan would come for them if they dared sin on this night.

He skirted the town and worked his way up to the Baptist church on the far side of town. The old minister\'s house was dark and there were no cars in front of it. Every year, his mother was at the all night prayer meeting Halloween night, except tonight the church was dark and deserted. He walked out behind the building, through the neglected graveyard. It had been dry the past few years here from the looks of things. No grass was growing and the few trees that had been planted were looking worse for wear.

Walking through the tombstones, he wasn\'t sure what he would find; then he saw her name in cold granite. Elizabeth Margaret Jacobs 1952 1996. His fingers slowly traced the letters and numbers. She died six years after he had left. He had hoped she\'d still be alive. He didn\'t hope that for any emotional reason, his mother had never been warm to him. Hell, she hadn\'t done more than feed him and drag him off to church to be \'saved\'.

Mark used to be the shy boy in the back of the class. Sure, everyone always whispered about him. Everyone in town knew his mom wasn\'t right in the head. She managed to make enough money for them to survive by waitressing at one of the bars before they closed, and as a young Mark soon learned, rumor had it she did more to make money than waitress. As the strange quiet boy whose mom was a whore, he was normally left to his own.

No one ever spoke of his father. The only time he ever heard reference to his daddy was when his mom was dragging him off to be healed, blessed, or exorcised or whatever her thought of the day was. He never thought that she meant it when she called him a demon child though. After the town went dry and she decided she was \'born again\', she thought everyone was going to Hell or influenced by Satan. Sure, he looked a little different. He was paler than other kids and the sun hurt his eyes more. It wasn\'t until he started to hit puberty that the real differences started to occur.

By the time Mark knew there had to be something unusual with his father, he couldn\'t stay in this town much longer and had left without getting the answers he was searching for now. People had been starting to talk about how Satan was infiltrating the town and they always looked at Mark when they said it. Somewhere in this town had to be the answer for why the gold specks in his eyes changed to make his eyes pure gold, and why he grew horns on his head, and why his teeth were so sharp and he . well, why he just wasn\'t human.

He sat on his mother\'s grave, facing the stone, which held no answers for him. He pulled off his hat, setting it down on the dry ground next to him. He ran his pale hand though the dark brown hair covering his horns. The haircut was a mess, he had been cutting his own hair since he was thirteen and the first sensitive nubs of horns had appeared. Now that he had actual horns, he was always hiding them under a hat anyways, so the messy hair didn\'t matter. \Damn it mama, why couldn\'t you have told me anything.\ Since talking to a tombstone wasn\'t going to get him any answers, and her being dead cut his ideas of how to get answers from one to none, he just laid back looking up at the stars and tried to think.

He didn\'t even have a name to go off of, by the time the thought that grabbing a copy of his birth certificate seemed like a good idea, the risk of getting it seemed too high. Breaking into the county records department seemed too dangerous. That was when it occurred to him - the church records.

He stood up and put his hat back on. There was now a single light on in an upstairs window of the minister\'s house and a small car in the drive, but no sign of anyone actually leaving the house. He casually walked over to the church, his duffle still over his shoulder. Hiding in the shadows to avoid being seen, he reached the side door to the church. A quick upward shove of the handle and he gained access. He slipped carefully inside, but he knew there wouldn\'t be any sort of an alarm, not here in this place.

He found the back office and was soon digging through the old records. He flipped through the files, quickly realizing that they ended abruptly five years ago. Mark closed the drawer and looked around for any sign of more records. After ransacking the office, he couldn\'t turn up anything older than five years.

Mark stepped back to the door he came in through, there was still a light on at the house the minister lived in, but it was an upstairs room. Slipping through the shadows, he made his way to the house. Peering through the curtains of the first floor rooms, he located what looked like an office. It was directly under the room with the light.

Moving quieter than should be possible, he dropped his duffle and climbed up a railing to reach the porch roof. From there, Mark was able to crawl quietly over to the open window. Sliding silently along the roof, he paused as the light went off. He slid under the window. He didn\'t want to hurt anyone to get the records that should be in the office, but having someone awake in the house was an unexpected complication.

He heard footsteps enter the room as the light turned off. The warm summer breeze carried the scent of perfume. A few seconds later the bed springs creaked and he heard the rustle of the blankets. He waited a few more minutes. If she fell asleep, he could probably sneak in and find what he was looking for without hurting anyone.

Over the sounds of the soft breeze, he started to hear something from the room. It started as a soft indistinct noise, but slowly became louder. Instead of her breathing becoming slow and regular, it picked up its pace. He carefully raised his head above the windowsill to see what was happening inside. The lone occupant of the room wiggled on top of the covers. She was wearing only a Texas Tech T-shirt. The girl\'s eyes were closed as she gingerly rubbed a finger along her sex, softly massaging the most sensitive areas. Her finger disappeared between the soft curls of blonde hair, pressing over and over as her breath became faster.

She bent her knee, moving her hips a little, as she explored the soft blonde curls. Her teeth pressed against her lower lip, cutting off a moan just as it started. Her chest rose and fell, as her breathing got faster and shallower. The red T-shirt was stretched against her breasts, each breath highlighting her firm nipples protruding from under the school logo.

Mark froze where he was on the porch roof, unable to move away from the scene in front of him. The perfume in the air was now tinted with the smell of her sex. Her legs stretched, showing off her well-shaped thighs and calves. The pace of her finger increased. Her slim finger, partially enshrouded by the now moist blonde hair, entranced Mark. The rhythmic motions of her trembling thighs held him captive. Watching her, he felt his cock hardening. His heart started racing, a strong pounding in his chest and groin. He was not going to be able to leave here without having her.

She rolled onto her side, her breathing silent as she held her breath, gripping her pillow tight. Her back arched as she finally gasped for air. With one final moan, she relaxed; her hand dropping limply to the bed from her sensitive sex. Her muscles slowly relaxed as her breathing slowed. Mark watched as she moved slowly and stretched a bit to get comfortable, not bothering to pull the blankets over her despite the late October chill.

Mark carefully looked around the room. There was no sign of anyone else. The room looked mostly empty except for a suitcase with an intro to psychology textbook on it. She seemed to be asleep as he carefully crawled though the window. He walked over to her, smelling the perfume mixed with the smell of her warm sex. He reached the foot of her bed pausing to take in the sight of her.

He knew who she had to be. When he left town those years ago she had been just a young girl soaking in the words of sin and damnation her daddy preached. Now she was a woman. She was stretched out on top the covers; body barely covered by the red T-shirt. Her blonde hair was fanned out behind her on the bed, her arms still wrapped around the pillow. Part of him knew he should just leave now and find the papers he needed, the other part of him that part was hungry.

Mark leaned down, bringing his mouth to just above her thighs. The aroma of her was dizzying. He knew he had to take advantage of this. Careful not to wake her yet, he softly blew across her still moist sex. She responded with a soft moan. As he blew again, the moan became slightly louder. Gently he brushed the moist curls with his lower lip. Her response this time was to stretch out her legs more. Her breathing was still deep as she slumbered. Standing up, he smiled.

He leaned over her sleeping form, breathing deeply as she exhaled. Licking one finger, he brought his hand down to her sex. Deftly he brushed the moistened finger across her, barely touching her tender clit as his finger ran through the damp curls. Mark placed his damp finger above her clit, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh. As he learned in towards her, his lips hovered barely above hers. He breathed in as she exhaled. In a swift move, he brought his lips to her, softly kissing her sleeping lips.

She jerked awake bringing her hands up to try to push him away. Her fingers raked against his face, ripping the sunglasses from his eyes. She froze as she stared into his eyes. The look of terror spread, she was unable to move her gaze from his face. Where he should have had eyes there was just gold. Two metallic pools stared back at her in the pale moonlight, catching what little light trickled through the open window.

His voice was deep and low, \You\'re dreaming.\ Mark was kicking himself for being this stupid; he should have just gotten what he needed from the office and not risked everything. He held her wrists in one hand, not breaking eye contact. He took his hat off with the other hand, shaking his hair a bit to make sure his horns were not obscured. If only she hadn\'t looked so beautiful masturbating. He brought his lips back down to kiss her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

She seemed confused, neither fighting him off nor accepting his kiss. He released one of her hands, testing what she would do. He gently sucked on her lower lip as he brought his free hand back down to rub against her sensitive nub. Her body trembled slightly as he touched the warm, moist flesh. He smiled as he brought his lips to her mouth again, tracing the line between her lips with his tongue. As she brought her free hand up to his head, letting her fingers run along one of his horns, her lips parted slightly.

Mark knew he should be more careful, but right now, it didn\'t matter to him. His body tensed as she gripped his sensitive horn in her hand, the thin warm fingers around the hard bone caused the last thoughts of caution to leave. He kissed her harder, his tongue driving into her mouth as she returned his kiss. He moved his lips to her neck, licking and kissing over the warm flesh. \It\'s all just a dream.\ His finger moved down slightly, just barely playing at her wet cunt.

She moaned as his finger barely slipped into her wet sex. The fingers on his horn tightened, \A dream.\ She moaned, her other hand moving in his grasp to hold his hand, not fighting as it was pressed farther into her pillow. Her hips moved under him slightly, bringing his finger a little deeper into the warm wetness.

Mark didn\'t know why convincing people was always so easy, they must just want to believe the lies. Either that or he just knew what lied to tell them. \Sin tonight and the devil will get you.\ His boots hit the carpeted floor with a dull thunk as he kicked them off. He lifted her partway off the bed, pulling her T-shirt off. As he laid her back on the bed, he couldn\'t help smiling. Her breasts were perfect. Some guys would call them small, but they were firm, and topped with erect, pink nipples. He leaned down and gently wrapped his lips around a nipple. Gently sucking and tugging at it, he brought a second finger to her warm sex.

She trembled as his fingers worked her clit, going from rubbing the sensitive nub, to just playing at the entrance to her womb. The scent of her sweat and sex filled the room, a heady mix of endorphins. He sat up, balancing on his knees as he looked down at her. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, but her lips remained slightly parted and she made no move to cover herself up.

He reached down and pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor. She reached up with one hand, brushing her hand across his slightly metallic skin. Her finger traced some of the scars that marred the muscles of his abs as she looked up into the unreadable gold eyes staring back at her. He smiled down at her, not caring if she saw his too sharp teeth. Mark put one hand on her hip, holding her in place. The other hand he brought to her cunt, quickly inserting three moistened fingers. She gasped at the sudden penetration. Before he had a chance to fuck her with his fingers, he froze.

Blood. He smelt blood. He smelt fresh blood. Mark looked down at his hand; he hadn\'t thought he hurt her. His breathing got faster responding to the smell of blood as it masked the smell of her sex. Bright red liquid covered his fingers. Slowly he brought his red fingers to his mouth, licking them. Fresh, virginal blood. Greedily he licked the sticky fluid from his fingers. Caution left him as his instinctive need for blood took over. Mark quickly dropped down to her wet cunt, lapping up the virgin blood before any of the precious liquid dried. Without any regard for her, he licked and sucked the blood away. His tongue and lips pressing into the sensitive lips of her cunt and her over stimulated clit.

Her back arched and her hands gripped at the bed as his assault on her sex intensified. He held her legs apart, only concentrating on licking the blood from her ruptured virginity. Her breath became quicker as she tensed her legs, loud moans coming from her throat. His tongue probed her hot, wet cunt as he searched for any remaining drops of blood. The muscles of her thighs clenched as he held her legs apart. As he sucked the last few drops, his mouth pressed into her receptive sex, probing the entrance with his tongue. She gasped loudly as her pussy pulsed against his tongue. Her hands holding him to her orgasming cunt for a moment before she collapsed back onto the bed.

Mark unzipped his jeans and stripped down the rest of the way, he was too hard not to have her now. He roughly grabbed her legs, pulling her onto his hard shaft. His cock drove into her, reckless of her recently lost virginity. Her warm, wet cunt was tight around him, gripping him has he fucked her. She pushed against his shoulders, shaking her head, but her legs gripped him, pulling him deeper. Her panting and whimpering only drove him to take her harder and deeper. Her back arched again as her pussy muscles clamped on him as she approached another orgasm.

All pretenses of quiet were gone from her as she screamed out as she came. She quivered and moaned in his grasp, as his pounding didn\'t let up. He could hear her pulse throbbing as her heart raced. He couldn\'t help himself. He scraped a sharp fingernail across her shoulder and watched the blood start to flow from the cut. His mouth sucked at the freshly flowing blood as he kept pounding her with his cock. Between the fresh blood and the richness of her sex, Mark\'s breathing turned to panting. It was getting to be too much. Finally, he felt it. He pulled her hard, all the way onto his cock as his fucking became almost frantic. Wave after wave of come shot into her.

The fog of desperation slowly cleared from his mind as he caught his breath. He looked down at the passed out woman he was still penetrating. He pulled out, and got up off the bed. She looked like hell now. His hands had left marks on her arms, a drying trail of blood ran down her shoulder, and her sex was plastered in their fluids. Her breathing was shallow as she slept, her pale skin showing the blood-loss and the bruises forming on her emphasized Mark\'s loss of control. As he pulled on his clothes, he thought for a moment about cleaning her up, if the minister came home and found his daughter like this the police would get involved. The clock was showing almost 4AM, time was running out. He needed to hurry; there wasn\'t time to get rid of evidence. Mark threw a blanket over her and went downstairs to the office.

It took about thirty minutes of rummaging through the minister\'s office to find what he was looking for. He quickly left the house. Grabbing his duffel, he broke out in a fast trot for his truck. He knew he had to be far away before the minister came home to see what he had done to his daughter. Mark never thought there was any truth to the minister\'s warnings about the devil coming for sinners on \'The Devil\'s Night\', oh well, he\'d been wrong before.

My First Flight

I looked out the window of the cab as it got closer and closer to the airport. When a voice asked me if I was nervous I looked over at my girlfriend and replied \Kind of.\ This was my first flight and I\'m extremely afraid of heights. Kim reassured me that everything would be okay and that she was right there with me as we grabbed our things out of the cab and walked in the airport. We found our gate and boarded the plane. Kim took the seat next to the window and I sat next to her. I looked at Kim and started wondering how I could have I ever wound up with such a beautiful girl and wondered what she saw in me. I wasn\'t good looking; I was white and stood 5\'9, around 210 pounds, had dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Her on the other hand stood 5\'8, she was around 110 pounds, long black hair, big brown eyes, 34 b cup, and a dark caramel complexion.

Kim held my hand as the plane took off as we reached cruising altitude the seat belt sign went out and the flight attendant took our drink orders and a few minutes later returned with our drinks. About 3 hours in to the flight, we where now over the ocean and the few people that where on the flight where falling asleep one by one. When every body was asleep, Kim smiled at me and asked if I was okay and if I was still nervous. \Kind of\ I replied again. She looked around the cabin and reached under her seat, pulled a blanket out and covered the both of us. Then she pushed the arm up that was dividing us and snuggled up next to me. She looked around the cabin once more, unzipped my zipper, reached in to my boxers, and pulled out my cock, which was semi-hard at the warm touch of her hand.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said, \This should calm you down,\ with big smile on her face. Next thing I know she put her head under the covers and I felt my cock slide in to her mouth and her tongue on my balls.

\Mmm,\ I moaned. I could feel my cock hardening in her mouth as she slid deeper and deeper until I felt the back of her throat. Her head started moving up and down and I could feel her tongue licking every bit of cock. She moved up the shaft and sucked the head of my cock hard while moving her head in a left and right motion and all the while pumping my shaft with her hand, stopping every so often to squeeze and play with my balls. \Mmm, Kim baby, I\'m about to cum,\ I felt my balls retract and shot gob after gob in to her throat as she swallowed every last drop.

She came up from under the covers and kissed me hard. I could taste my own juices but did not care as we broke the kiss. She asked if I felt better, I smiled and said, \No baby I don\'t because now I have a craving for your pussy.\ She looked at me laughing and said there is no room for that. I smiled as I looked around the cabin. I put my cock back in my pants and stood up, grabbing her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. I opened the door and when we both where inside I closed and locked the door.

I kissed her deeply as I pulled her skirt up. I broke the kiss long enough to remove her panties then lifted her up and sat her on the sink as I kissed her deeply once more. I opened her blouse and luckily, she was not warring a bra so I broke the kiss and slowly kissed and licked my way down her neck to her breast. I took one of her nipples into my mouth lightly sucking on it as my right hand squeezed and pulled the other nipple lightly. I teasingly bit and teased her nipple as my left hand found its way to her pussy. I could feel how wet she was as I rubbed the outer lips with my finger. As my finger found her erect clit, she leaned back on to the wall. I removed my mouth form her nipple but my right hand was still playing with the other.

I moved down and spread her legs wider, then I licked the outer lips of her pussy as she moaned, \Mmm I love when you do that.\ Smiling to myself, I slowly parted her lips with my tongue, licking the outer walls and working my way deeper in to her. I licked upwards and found her erect clit as I spread her lips apart with my fingers and began to lick her clit with long strokes of my tongue. \Mmm oooh yesss\ she moaned as I removed my hand from her nipple. I placed one finger into her pussy and slowly began to move in and out.

Her moans where getting louder and I was afraid that some one might hear us, so I stood up and gave her the panties and told her to put them in her mouth. She did and I went back to her pussy. I licked long slow strokes over her pussy lips and before I even returned to her clit she removed the panties from her mouth.

\Mmm stop teasing me.\

\'I love driving her crazy,\' I thought. As soon as she put them back in her mouth, I attacked her clit with my tongue as my finger pounded away at her pussy. I added another finger then another now I had three fingers working her pussy, as my tongue worked her clit. I could hear her moans getting louder and could tell she was getting ready to cum. I removed my fingers and placed my tongue as deep in her pussy as it would go. She came hard screaming in to the gag, hot juices flowing all down my chin down and her ass. Her hips where bucking up and down, side to side. I really don\'t know how I kept my tongue in her pussy the whole time but I managed to somehow.

After her orgasm was over I smiled at her and said that she can\'t go out there in this type of mess as I began to lick her pussy and ass clean. She sat there as I stood up she said there was a problem and we can\'t leave just yet, I asked why. She pointed at the bulge in my pants and she was right. I was as hard as a rock. I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet as she stood over me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. My god, she was so tight. She slowly moved up and down as I took her nipple into my mouth, lightly bit, and sucked it.

\Mmm, Kim baby I love the way your pussy feels around my cock,\ I said. She looked at me and smiled then replied

\Yes Eric, I love the way your cock feels deep inside my pussy.\ I watched my cock disappear in her pussy. I just love to watch my white cock slide in and out of her black pussy. I stood up and moved behind her and slid my cock deeply in to her pussy \Mmm Eric fuck me,\ she kept saying as I pounded harder and harder. I reached around and grabbed her breast with one hand as she leaned forward and my other hand rubbing her clit \Mmm yeah fuck me fuck me harder. Ooh I\'m cumming, Eric,\ she squealed as I pounded away, my balls slipping her pussy. I pulled out and slid it in her tight ass as she came. Her ass was so tight I could not hold back any longer.

\Mmm, ooh fuck, Kim I\'m gonna cummm,\ I yelled as I shot my load deep into her ass. After we came down from our orgasm high, we got dressed and were just about to open the door when someone knocked. We opened it to find a pretty little flight attendant smiling and asking us to return to our seats. And that the pilot has turned on the fasten seat belt sign because we might experience some turbulence.

THE END

A yard cleaning

This is a story about an old man that gets a young boy to do yard work for him but before it\'s over the boy has to give-up more than he\'s being paid for. So, if that bothers you, please go read another story. Because I can\'t change what happened.

I was riding my bike one day, when an old man pulled up next to me in his car and told me that he\'d give me 10.00 if I\'d help him clean up his backyard. 10.00 was alot of money to me and naturally I said, \ Sure \ and followed him to his house, which was only 3 or 4 blocks away.

He gave me a coke, as soon as we went inside and told me to have a seat on his couch and I did.

His house was really messy and on the coffee table in front of me, was a little pile of pictures, dirty pictures. I was only 12 years old but I could still feel my little boner starting to twitch and I could only see the top one and got curious to see the rest. Just as I was reaching for them, he came back into the room and when he saw what I was doing he said, \ GO AHEAD, YOUR OLD ENOUGH, AREN\'T YOU? \ And when I told him that

This was a 50 year old man and I didn\'t understand that some of the older men and even older boys, were attracted to little boys and wanted to have sex with them. For whatever the reason.

He wasn\'t saying a word as he stood there watching me looking at them. I felt guilty or whatever for looking at them but he had told me I could, so I did.

I felt my little boner coming up and I was embarrassed because I thought that he had seen it pushing up against my levis and I tried to hide it but I don\'t think I did a very good job of it.

All at once he said, \ Well, lets go look at the backyard and see if you still want to do it \ and I got up and followed him out there.

To be honest, his backyard was not as messy as his house and I thought that it was going to be easy, so I said, \ Ok, I\'ll do it \ and he left me out there to start and went back into the house.

I don\'t know how long I had been out there working, maybe an hour, when he came to the backdoor and said, \ Break time \ and I didn\'t argue with him because it was getting hot back there.

He gave me another coke and told me to sit down on the couch and rest and I did. I noticed that the little pile of dirty pictures had changed, he had brought out new ones. When saw me looking over at the top one he said, \ Go ahead, I told you before, that you could look at them,\ so I reached over and got them and before I was half way through, I had a little boner again, only this time I felt it tingling inside and felt the clear fluid starting to ooze out of the end of it and had to stop looking at the pictures.

I really felt embarrassed as I saw the little wet circle starting to appear on the front of my faded levis and I spilled my coke on it, trying to cover it up before he could see it but I was to late, he had seen it and was giving me the strangest look. I went into the kitchen to get a towel to clean the coke up and he didn\'t say anything as he watched me cleaning it up and then I went outside and started working again.

I had been out the almost 2 hours, when he came to the backdoor and told me to come in, that he had fixed me something to eat.

When I went inside he had a plate for me sitting on the coffee table and on it were 2 hot dogs and some chips and another coke.

I didn\'t think a thing about it, as I sat down to eat them and he sat over in his chair, watching me everytime I\'d slide the hot dog back into my mouth and take another bite out of it.

Like a fool, I reached for the little pile of pictures again and before looking at very many of them, my little boner came up again and he saw it and come over and sat down on the couch with me.

He wasn\'t saying a word, just sitting there watching me looking at the dirty pictures and out of the blue he whispered, \ HAS ANYBODY SUCKED IT YET \ and I felt my face getting hot as I heard myself whispering, \ NOOO.\

As soon as he heard me say \ NO \ something changed in him and he started whimpering and sounding like a little girl and saying, \ CAN I, CAN I, CAN I SUCK IT \ and before I could answer yes of no, he was undoing my pants and I let him.

I can\'t even describe how I felt, as I let an older man pull my levis and then my underwear down.

As soon as he saw my little boner sticking up he let out a little moan and slipped his open mouth down over the end of it and slid his mouth all the way down on it, even though it was 3 inches long but not very thick and started to suck on it, giving me the weirdest feeling, as his warm tongue moved back and forth along the bottom of it.

I had already started jacking off, so I knew what he was trying to get me to do \ SQUIRT \ but I really didn\'t understand his \ NEED \ to do it with his mouth and not his hand.

I was 12 years old and didn\'t understand what a blowjob was yet. Why some people have a \ NEED \ to give them. Nor did I understand the people that had a \ NEED \ to make other people give them one. That would come later, believe me.

All at once I started telling him, \ YOU BETTER STOP, YOU BETTER STOP OR SOMETHING\'S GONNA HAPPEN \ and before I had finished saying it, I could feel my little boner starting to jerk in his mouth and knew that it was leaving my 3 or 4 drops of boy cum in there, as I let out a little moan and so did he, as he worked it with his mouth and swallowed. I couldn\'t believe, that he had just \ EATEN MY BOY CUM.\ Seeing and hearing him do that, gave me the weirdest feeling.

I felt guilty and I felt weird, as I rode my bicycle home. But I also felt more satisfied than when I jacked off, so it\'s not to hard to figure out, who\'s house I went back to again and again. I didn\'t understand, that he was going to want to do more to me later.

Friday, January 30, 2009

New start

Katie lived in Florida her whole life. When her fathers job posted them to New York she didn\'t want to leave all her friends but she knew she\'d have to. No matter how much she protested she knew full well she was never going to be allowed to stay in Florida with her friends. Little did she know of the new friend she\'d make.

On their arrival at their new house, As Katie was unpacking there was a knock at the door. Her parents were busy unpacking everything so asked Katie to answer it. She opened the door and in front of her stood the most beautiful girl Katie had ever seen in her whole life.She stared. Taking in the wavy blonde hair that fell over this girls shoulders, her full breasts pressed tightly against her strappy top. Her thin waist was showing over her tiny shorts. She couldnt believe anyone could be so sexy and look so innocent at the same time. Her skin looked so soft and inviting. Katie had known she was a lesbian since shed reached puberty but wouldnt dare tell anyone. The girl spoke in the softest voice that made Katies heart skip a beat.Hi! Im Shelly, Youve just moved next door to me so I wanted to say hello. Its been ages since someone around my age moved in next door Katie stood still for a bit then invited her in.We havent unpacked yet but I sure need some sort of contact with human life The girl giggled at Katies words, Making Katie smile.

Katie invited Shelley up into her bedroom and got to know her. They were set to go to the same school so Katie knew she had one friend there.

As they spoke Katie decided to unpack her things. She got to a box that had her underwear in. She debated wether or not to unpack this in front of Shelley then eventually decided were both girls. Why not?She started to unpack when she heard Shelley say \Hey whats this

Shelley had found Katies vibrator.

Katie blushed 5 different shades of red and looked away. Shelley giggled and turned it on, Gasping at the vibrations. Katie stared at Shelley with the toy in her hands and felt tingling between her legs. Shelley looked so beautiful and innocent. but with the vibrator in her hand she changed into the sexiest woman on earth. They looked at each other for a bit until Shelley whispered Can you show me how to use it.

Katie gulped hard and nodded, walking over to the other side of the bed where Shelley was sat. Katie looked into Shelleys eyes and saw a twinkle. Making Katie want her more. Shelley leant up and kissed her new friend, Slipping her tongue into her soft mouth, Katie wrapped her arms around Shelleys waist, Pulling their breasts together. Shelley leant back on the bed, Pulling Katie on top of her. Their soft bodies pressed together, Shelley lay Katie next to her and stood at the side of the bed, Pulling off her top to reveal that she was wearing no bra. Katie knelt up on the bed and took one of Shelleys hard nipples into her mouth and began to suck slowly, running her fingertips down Shelleys stomach and into her tight shorts. Shelley was wearing thin lacy panties which were soaked from her juices and getting frantically wetter as Katie kept sucking on her huge titties. Katie ran her fingers up and down Shelleys warm wet slit and slipped 2 fingers into her.Fuck shes so tight! Katie thought to herself.Shelley stopped Katies sucking and lay back on the bed, pulling off her shorts to reveal her shaved pussy in all its glory. Katie smiled and leant down; slipping her tongue up and down Shelleys slit, moving faster as she heard Shelley squeal and moan. She found her hard little clit and began to suck furiously as she slipped 2 fingers back into her tight pussy, probing her hard.

Katie ran her hand up Shelleys perfectly toned stomach and onto her breasts, rubbing and massaging them.IM CUMMING! Shelley finally screamed. Katie felt Shelleys warmness on her fingers and moved her tongue to Shelleys tight hole, licking up all the juices that came out of her perfect body.Shelley lay back, panting loudly.Katie smiled and winked, pushing the vibrator up into her new best friend and turned it on full. Making Shelley scream.Oh god Katie fuck me, FUCK ME! Shelley screamed over and over, Making Katie move the toy faster and faster, loving the wet sound it was making as it slammed into her tight soaking wet pussy. Getting girl juice all over Katies bed sheets.The whole room smelt of hot lesbian sex and Katie loved it! Her heart was beating wildly as she took Shelleys nipple into her mouth again. Sucking harder than before. Keeping this motion with her tongue and vibrator until Shelley came again. Harder this time.

Katie looked into Shelleys eyes and smiled. She giggled as Shelley lay Katie on her back and took off her top, sucking wildly on Katies titties. Katies breasts were smaller than Shelleys but they certainly werent tiny. She was a 32C by the time she was 12 and all the boys wanting some tit action off of her.

Katies body arched upwards and into Shelleys as Shelleys mouth clamped tighter around her hard little nip. Shelleys hand roamed up Katies skirt and into her thong. Touching her wet slit. Katie gasped as she felt Shelleys fingers enter her and begin to finger fuck her hard. Katie pushed her hips into her hand hard. Wanting her friends hand deeper and deeper inside her. She gasped and screamed as she felt an orgasm shoot through her tight body. She lay back. Gasping for air, Not believe what had just happened. Shelley stood up and got dressed and smiled sweetly at Katie.Shall I call around again tomorrow? Shelley said softly. As if something normal had just happened.Katie grinned and nodded sure! Shelley walked out of the room. Katie watched her friends perfect ass wiggle as walked and smiled to herselfIm REALLY going to like it here! She said aloud.

Hollyquirk Studios Week 04

There went any chances of an Oscar! Dirk liked the idea of taking on the behemoth that was the US military's perception of homosexuals, but the addition of Susan Swansong to the cast turned a dramatic subplot, of gays in the service, into what most of the population will think of as nothing more than a thinly masked porn.

Dirk knew Max wasn't any more happy about it than he was. After all, he'd been forced to explain it to the director, but the studio overruled them both. Kara had come straight to him, this time, rather than work through the director with the 'Studio head's' latest brainstorm. She probably just wants to see the two naked and making out! Dirk knew Kara wasn't gay but his rage couldn't help but make the suggestion.

His hand reared back and the nine tails of the short whip tangled as the whisked forward. The finely oiled leather slapped against the soft round buttocks and left further pink marks. He superimposed Kara's face, even her entire body, onto the woman tied up on the bed in his trailer. A soft moan of mixed pleasure and pain escaped from that body, which only infuriated him more. Almost of its own accord the cat-o-nine-tails cracked again. This time, the red lines began to swell into welts. The resulting moan held more pain than pleasure which appeased Dirk's frustration slightly. The next strike was just as hard.

Cassy whimpered as she tried to turn her head towards him. She didn't dare speak. Dirk had taught her well. They didn't have a safe word, he hadn't asked, and she hadn't the courage to demand one. She trusted him not to damage her. And, he concluded miserably, with good reason. If she gets hurt the truth is more likely to come out.

Dirk looked down at the welts, at the tears that glistened at the corners of eyes screwed shut, he realized his own pain. His cock felt like it would burst. But there was a balm to be had. The woman before him lay pressed flat to the bed, by the tightness of the straps that pulled each limb to a different corner of the bed. He pulled the straps so tight that she couldn't even flinch. And between the crosshairs of her legs, she poured need. He tossed the whip under the bed and climbed up behind her.

Cassy moaned in frustrated desire. Dirk could see the anticipation rush across her body as he loosened the straps that held her feet. Her knees inched forward to thrust herself towards him, but a sharp tug on her ankles sprawled her against the bed, once more, with a squeak. I didn't tell you to move bitch! He knew she had to fight the urge to apologize, and almost wished she had lost.

Nimble hands, most at home on a keyboard, grasped her strong hips and lifted. Cassy's legs dangled slightly. Dirk's knees slid beneath her, to support her weight. He brushed against her sopping lips and her moan was louder. He grinned and shoved forward roughly. The straps caught and bit into her ankles as he pushed her into the air.

Cassy gasped slightly, in pain. She felt him push against the very back of her depths, even as he seemed to press outwards against the rest of her body all at once. Dirk jerked back and slammed forward again. This time, the short scream mixed as much pleasure as pain. Her body softened to the intrusion. Back he pulled and drove deeper. Her screams lengthened with each thrust.

Dirk loved to take Cassy from behind. Partly it was the fact that her tight depths swallowed every inch and strained for more. Partly, he knew it hurt her a little each time he drilled into her. But mostly, in this position, only her brown hair betrayed that it wasn't Kara. He closed his eyes and imagined he rode the executive producer as hard as she rode his scripts.

Dirk growled. He had grown a little soft. Cassy's screams held too much pleasure. Without the slightest break in his harsh rhythm, his thumbs began to slide across her butt. He traced the red lines of her welts. With just that light touch, whimpers returned to her screams and he felt himself harden slightly. His hands slid quickly upward as he threw his entire body forward. His fingers clutched into her damaged flesh. His body spread her legs up and wide, even as the straps yanked at her ankles.

Her face buried into a pillow as she screamed. There were too many different pains. He swelled larger than before and felt the rush surge through his body as he exploded. His tempo became erratic as his body jerked through his orgasm. But if his timing faltered, his intensity only increased with each pained scream. Finally, he held himself deep inside her for a few seconds before he collapsed heavily on top of her. He didn't notice her whimpers as his body pressed against her welted butt.

Dirk's head jerked up. He was never quite sure how, but he knew Kara was on her way. He always knew. It was one of the only reasons he hadn't been caught, well, that and the fact that Cassy was submissive enough to obediently hide their affair. He jumped off the bed and yanked open the cuffs that held her down. His speed let Cassy know that she needed to move quickly and be gone. So while he slipped the bindings underneath the bed, still attached to the four corners, she limped sorely over to gather and don her clothes.

As Dirk watched Cassy limp out of the trailer, he began to grow hard once more. He glanced down and his grin turned sour. He had to clean that quickly. Kara might be oblivious to a lot of things, but she'd smell that for certain! He rushed to the small sink, pulled a washcloth and soap and began to scrub himself clean. It hurt slightly, which softened him once more and made it all the harder to clean. He might enjoy pain, but it was the inflicting not the receiving he liked.

The trailer door opened while he was still at the sink. He knew who it was, but threw the washcloth in the trash and leaned forward heavily against the sink. He growled without turning around. What now!? Only his head turned to see the response. After a second he softened his expression to apologetic; just long enough to supposedly recognize he had snapped at his love.

At first Kara looked shocked by his tone. Then, as she saw his expression change, and noted his nudity and location, her eyes shifted to pity. She hurried over to Dirk and wrapped her arms lovingly around his shoulders. I'm sorry hun! I didn't mean to just barge in, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. He shuddered slightly in pleasure as her hands began to glide down his chest. I know the latest batch of changes was especially hard on you. Personally I liked the gay male angle much better, but the studio didn't want it to be just another Brokeback, and thought they could tackle two controversial issues with lesbians.

Dirk had to contain his smile as Kara's hands slipped lower to cup and fondle his soft cock. She gently began to stroke life back into it while the other hand drifted down to fondle his balls. She leaned forward, on the tips of her toes, and nibbled on his earlobe before she whispered to him. I think I know how I can relieve some of that tension.

Dirk felt her body press against his as she drifted down; from the tips of her toes to kneeling. She held his hips and guided him to turn around. He immediately leaned back, with his hands on either side of the sink, and shut his eyes. This was what he liked most about his continued relationship with Kara. Now that the movie was underway, he didn't really need her connections, but she was good in bed when he wanted it vanilla and she gave the single best blowjob he'd ever gotten. That it seemed to be her automatic method of apology only improved his considerations.

Warm lips glided slowly down the short length until they met the sparse curls as she pressed against his groin. Dirk groaned as his skin began to tingle. Kara sucked in quickly. This, he knew, was one of the greatest secrets to her skill. She always started when he was limp. She had even worked him with her hands, just so he would cum quickly and grow soft enough for her to use her mouth. He loved the sensation as he swelled inside that hot, wet, mouth. Unfortunately, most woman pulled away, instinctively, as a guy grew. She never flinched, but rather sucked harder.

He gripped the sink as he grew to full length, to fill Kara's soft mouth and press against the back of her throat. MMMmmmmmmmmmm! Her groan released a stronger sound from Dirk as the vibration of her voice seemed to echo straight into every nerve of his body.

Dirk's body shook, and he clutched the sink harder. He never could figure out what Kara did, but it felt like she meticulously worked his tip, even as she swallowed him whole. In moments, as she paused her own sounds of enjoyment only long enough for quick breaths, he knew he was about to explode. He felt his balls constrict as the inferno raced upward. It was the only warning she would get.

Kara sucked greedily as his hips jerked uncontrollably. He didn't know if she liked the taste, or simply the pleasure she brought to him. He didn't care, as long as it meant she continued as long as she did. Her lips pressed more firmly against him and sucked harder.

Dirk's elbows and knees buckled beneath the unbelievable sensation. He never got used to it, and hoped he never would. Kara's arms wrapped around his hips to cup his butt. Her arms, strengthened by years of yoga, Tai Bo, and numerous other workout regimes, managed to hold him against the sink as he screamed in ecstasy.

Finally, after she gulped a second helping, he ran dry again. Kara lowered Dirk to the ground, where he immediately curled into a ball. He watched her, from the ground, as she stood up and checked her makeup in the mirror. Her tongue glided across her soft lips. Mmmmm. You've been using vanilla body soap!

That explained both why she hadn't tasted the earlier session and why she drained him a second time. Kara reacted to vanilla like most women dreamt of chocolate. He managed to uncurl, but his voice only croaked out. I knew you liked it, so I thought you might like me to smell like vanilla. If I knew you'd react like that I would have bought it a long time ago! The truth was, Dirk had only grabbed the bottle because it had been on sale. He hadn't even realized what scent it was.

Kara looked down at him, as he lounged on the floor, as if she had read his thought. From the sparkle in her eyes, she would gladly repeat the performance if he continued to use the soap. So, you feeling a little more relaxed? Dirk just nodded dumbly. He loved his life!



Max hated the new script. The only advantage to it was that it was getting harder for Tony to screw with the shots in favor of Reese. His 'big break' would now be into the porn industry. Correction! 'Adult films.' If he was going to be working there he'd have to get the PC term right, after all. Max tried to collapse into the leather chair behind his desk. It didn't matter how comfortable the chair was, he would be in pain. It was getting worse and he knew he had months of shooting left with no end in sight.

He'd spent all day filming just one of the three lesbian love scenes. He'd scheduled it early in the week as a way to get everyone used to the new dramatic elements and spaced the other two over the course of the entire shoot in the hopes that he could convince someone to cut back the number of scenes. Now, more than ever, he desperately needed less of them.

For an entire day he'd watched Reese and Susan paw and grope each other in front of the camera and snipe away the moment the shot was finished. At this point, he didn't know which had turned him on more. But if this kept up, he'd have to find a hooker. Hell, there was a medical term for an erection that lasted this long! And that didn't even factor in the perpetual state of blue-balls!

Max gave up with the chair and crossed over to the still-virgin couch. He looked over, as someone opened the door. When he saw the triple-D breasts and brown hair push a tray through the doorway he groaned. He collapsed onto the couch as Cassy walked in. Yet another enticing woman he couldn't possess.

He noticed Cassy's walk was strained. Max studied her for a moment with an artist's eyes and realized that she favored her crotch as she walked. No, not just that but her hips as well. It was as if everything about her pants hurt her. And they weren't even particularly tight.

Get your fucking eyes off of me or I swear to God I'll cut off that pathetic excuse for a dick and use it to blind you! Max jumped as he realized not only that he'd been openly staring, but how it looked combined with his reaction to the day's filming. His eyes snapped to hers and he mumbled out an apology.

He had no interest in the woman, honestly. He had realized the truth of her immediately. She was weak. Worse, she was afraid of her own weakness and covered that with a facade of utter indomitability. Even still, he wondered who she had abused enough to break him into riding so hard that she actually worked herself raw. If she'd done that to herself, whoever 'he' was would be out of commission for days. Max hoped it was someone from a different set, after all they couldn't afford even the slightest delay at this point. Unfortunately, he knew his luck would have it be Hans, or someone else equally irreplaceable.

Cassy spun away and stormed out of the room. Max sighed and used a foot to pull the cart over to him. He lifted the cover on the tray and smiled thankfully. He knew it was silly, but with complete impunity for selection of his dinner, he still ordered mac and cheese. It was comfort food, and he needed all the comfort he could get.

Long, dirty-blond, hair peered around the corner of his door, followed a moment later by round, brown eyes. Max smiled and finally seemed to settle into the embrace of the couch. She was always the calm center of his day. Mr. McGrath?

He waved her in and ushered her into the chair on the near side of the desk. Once she sat, he waved towards the dinner but she shook her head. Patience, how long have we known each other?

Just under three years Mr. McGrath.

Patience, what I'm trying to say is, you've known me for a long time now. You're my personal assistant. Hell, you're about the only thing that keeps me sane! Please, for the love of God, call me Max!

Patience looked down and blushed. It actually looked quite fetching on the young woman. Although she weighed more than the stick figures that paraded around as starlets, it looked quite good on her. And the deep blush accented her soft, round, cheeks. He'd asked her before to call him Max, but so far it hadn't worked. Now, is there something I can do for you Patience?

Well, Mr.Max, miracle of miracles, I couldn't help but hear Cassy grumbling when she left. Max's expression darkened slightly, but he continued to look at her expectantly. To put it kindly, she claimed you were undressing her with your eyes.

Max sighed. Patience, I wasn't. I don't know what her problem is, but for once I'm innocent. I was looking her over, but only because. It was Max's turn to falter. He didn't have Patience's ability to soften his words without first thinking about it. Well, she looked sore. And I couldn't help but notice.

Patience nodded. Max got the impression that she knew exactly who Cassy had broken to her will, but he simply didn't want to know so he didn't ask. His theory was confirmed by the way her own expression darkened. Can I offer you some advice Mr.Max? He nodded. You don't have to be Hollywood. You'll have more, uh, luck if you just try to be yourself.

Patience's face had turned bright crimson and her eyes now refused to meet his. He knew exactly what she was talking about. If anyone around here actually knew about his sex life, or lack thereof, it was Patience. He smiled and nodded. You want to go get a drink or something? It's been a long day and I think I need to get out of here.

Patience smiled and finally looked back into his eyes. She understood that there hadn't been any overtures in his invitation, just simple friendship. I'm sorry Mr., Max, I can't. The smiled broadened and he knew her excuse by the glow of her cheeks and twinkle in her eyes. I have a date!

Max's smile broadened. That's great to hear. Who's the lucky guy? It is a guy, isn't it? Shit! It could be a girl.

Patience stood and put a hand on his shoulder. It's a guy. His name's Jackson. He's one of the Pas.

Max had to think about the virtually faceless drones who were the worker bees of the industry. Arseton? She nodded. He seemed like a good enough kid. He was just out of college, which put him at her age, and seemed driven to make it in the industry. He reached up to place a hand comfortingly on hers. Well, Ms. Serenity, I hope the two of you have a wonderful time!

Patience smiled and waved as she rushed from the room. Max simply shook his head and collected his dinner. As he moved over to his desk, he wondered how he had ever found her. With everything that fell apart around him, she somehow managed to keep his schedule, not to mention his life, in order. Mr. Arseton was certainly the lucky one.

Max lifted the fork to his mouth just in time for the phone to ring. It clattered back to the bowl untouched. Max McGrath speaking.

Max? Shit! Not only was he beginning to dread the sound of Kara's voice, but she sounded even more harried than usual. Dirk you still there? Dirk responded from the third side of a three-way call and Max's heart plummeted. There's a problem. With the polls most decidedly turned against Iraq, the studio has decided to make some more changes.

Max's blood turned to ice. Dirk was already swearing on the other end of the line. This can't be happening! It simply can't! Two words for you boys. 'Gang war.' Max's forehead hit the desk, hard!

Part 1 of A Whore is Born

This story details the life changing events of Akiko a gorgeous 25 year old married Japanese woman as it was told to me by her. A few years ago Akiko made the pilgrimage to Honolulu to celebrate Golden Week a series of Japanese holidays. Akiko made the trip with her friend Harumi. The week of her trip was utterly unimportant and uneventful until the night before her departure home. Akiko and Harumi went to a club with other Japanese revelers and Akiko found herself alone at the bar after Harumi left to be with her date.

Akiko lounged at the bar and sipped her drink looking out onto the dance floor as he people swayed to the rhythm of the music. She is 52 103lbs. Dressed in a sexy and sultry short yellow dress with lace panties and no bra to support her lovely C-cups. Her inviting attire only added fuel to the fire as he moved in.

Hi my name is Michael may I buy you a drink? The voice startled Akiko and when she swiveled in her chair she turned and saw a tall strikingly handsome black man with his hand outstretched.

Hello, I am Akiko. Sure Id appreciate that. In her mind Akiko was far more cautious than her exterior hinted at. She had no experience on any level with black men but reasoned being far away form home she neednt worry about the social acceptances of her culture. There could be no harm in sharing a drink and conversation with this man even if he is black. They made small talk about the Islands, resorts, weather and the like.

The bar became noisy and Michael suggested that they move to a private couch in a dark area of the club. He ordered two more drinks as they adjourned to the couch. As they continued the small talk Michael began to visually soak in the allure of her Asian body. He noticed her dark nipples poking thru the thin summer dress, the fullness of her breast and the bare skin of her thighs as his eyes ran over his prize.

Akiko barely noticed his prying glances partly due to the alcohol and also because she perceived this to be an innocent encounter. She never imagined he may be physically interested in her and she could not be in him.

Michael put his interest and his intentions on full display when he placed a hand on her thigh. Akiko was shocked but didnt ask him to remove it but stared at his hand as he caressed her slowly. This couldnt be happening and it shouldnt be happening. Not me. Not here, not now,not with this black man. Her attention was focused on his hand and his words went in and out of her ears as she decided the best way to handle this delicate situation. Akiko found that she was curious and attracted to this forbidden fruit. A stranger in a strange land. Honolulu would be her dirty secret she concluded. Whether it was the alcohol or the need for attention this would be her course of action. She would be gone in the morning taking her secret away forever.

Abruptly Akiko placed her hand on Michaels thigh and he responded by moving his hand up under her dress and rubbed her curious pussy through her dampening panties. She let out a silent moan and reached over and rubbed what was the thickest longest dick she had ever dreamed of. She rubbed the massive tool through his pants and he pushed her panties aside and played with her moist pussy with his fingers. He suddenly pulled Akiko to her feet and led her to a corner on the dance floor. What took place next was less dancing and more foreplay as Michaels long cock rubbed right beneath her breasts and he cupped her shapely ass with his hands making her dress rise. Ordinarily this would be something that she would never have done but again tonight was very different. They danced for a few more minutes until Michael led her from the club towards the parking lot.

About 200 feet from the entrance Michael stopped between cars in a dimly lit spot and lifted Akikos dress exposing her lace clad pussy and bra-less tits. He fondled her hot body for his pleasure. Suddenly he placed his hands on her shoulders to push her down. Akiko tried to refuse but he insisted and there she was on her knees in the parking lot before this towering black man. He reached in his pants and pulled out a throbbing nine inch black snake that grew by the second. He wanted Akiko to suck his cock right now. She again tried to refuse turning away but he held her head still and rubbed his rigid cock all over her face pushing himself in. Akiko relented. She opened her mouth and accepted his black tool. He put his hands in her hair and guided her mouth back and forth over his hungry black cock. Akiko had never had a cock so large in her mouth he was literally stuffing her delicate face with the biggest dick she had ever seen. She was becoming wet and ravaged with lust when he grunted and held her still while he emptied his load deep into her belly. Akiko dutifully swallowed every drop. Michael helped her to her feet and they started to walk away.

Michael playfully slapped her ass and pinched her as they strolled to a destination unknown to Akiko. They acted like new lovers on a romantic stroll until they arrived at an apartment complex. Michael took Akiko up to his apartment and once inside began to immediately disrobe. Akiko announced that she would like to take a shower and proceeded to do so. When Akiko emerged form the bathroom Michael was naked on his bed with his long black cock standing at attention for her. Akiko was intoxicated not only from the liquor but the decadent situation as well. She lay down next to him and he went between her legs to taste his fresh fruit. He licked and sucked her into a wet frenzy and climbed up for entry. He pushed his long pole into her filling her like never before and began to stroke slow and steady. Akiko was in ecstasy as she felt her pussy stretch and wrap itself around the bulging stick invading her moist tunnel. Michael began to fuck her with more force banging away at his Asian toy. Then he threw a new ingredient into the lusty mix. As he pounded her Japanese pussy harder and harder he called her names.

Take my black cock slut!

This is what you like isnt it whore?

I know this is what a hot bitch like you needs!

Akiko was taken aback by his words. Never before had this happened to her. It shouldve been degrading but it was not. Far from degrading it was like an aphrodisiac pushing her to new heights. She felt like a slut. She was behaving like a whore and she did like what she was getting. She loved the names he called her and wanted more.

Michael pounded away at her snatch mauling her breasts and then turning her over and drilling her from behind. He took great delight in her squeals, was empowered by the nasty names he called her and reveled in watching her petite body shake and tremble at every powerful thrust. He watched her ass ripple and sway meeting his savage thrusts making her cum over and over. Finally he withdrew his tool and turned Akiko over to shower her stomach and tits with white hot black cum. They collapsed into a heap and Akiko got up to shower again as Michael laid peacefully. When she returned he was sound asleep and she cuddled next to him. She would leave in the morning with plenty of time to make her flight.

Around 3am Akiko woke to the sounds of doors slamming and muffled voices. The television in the living room garbled the conversation. Akiko realized Michael was not in the room and started to get dressed in case someone entered the room. She could tell there were at least three voices with one of those belonging to Michael. She pulled on her panties and was reaching for her dress when the door sprung open. It was Michael but her relief was short lived.

My friends and I are going to fuck you Akiko. She shook her head and protested. Michael was undeterred.

Youll love it honey dont even sweat it he said as he moved in. Behind him came two other tall black men. One was rather handsome and well built while the other was bald overweight with a tattoo on his arm. He also spoke in a Rastafarian dialect. Michael reached for Akikos tits and squeezed roughly while the other two surrounded her. She feebly tried to cover herself but saw no escape and gave in. Her panties were pulled off and six hands began to maul her body. Michael offered her his rigid cock to suck and Akiko obliged while the other men fondled her body. Michael was obviously excited at the situation as he used her mouth more aggressively than before. He wrapped his hands in her silky locks and fucked her face. He wasnt interested in her skill only his pleasure. Her tits were being savagely used and fingers were probing her pussy. Mr.Tattoo stepped in front of her to have his cock sucked soon followed by Mr.Handsome. They took turns fucking their new sluts face showering her with verbal assaults while they face fucked the Asian beauty.

Look hot wet this whore is!

We should fuck this slut all night

Mr.Tattoo went behind Akiko and slid his fat cock into her doggy style while she sucked the other two. He held her hips tightly and plowed her soaking snatch repeatedly. He fucked her as mean as he looked. He viciously smacked her ass and every stroke knocked the air from her lungs. They tried to keep a dick in her mouth to keep her quiet but it was useless as she was being fucked too hard by a dick too big to keep quiet. They rubbed their swollen cocks over her face and outstretched tongue while Mr.Tattoo deep drilled her pussy. Finally he bellowed out Yeeeesssssss slut and blasted her unprotected womb with a torrent of cum. Mr.Tattoo stood to the side jacking himself back to life while Mr.Handsome took his place in her pussy.

Mr.Handsome fucked her feverishly grabbing her arms and pulling off and on his engorged cock. She was coming continuously. as he too emptied himself inside her quivering slit. Michael stood to the side marveling at the Asian slut. He cheered his friends on imploring to fuck his whore as hard as they liked.

Mr.Tattoo once again stood behind Akiko and she spread her legs wider allowing him easy entry. She was shocked when he placed his raging black meat at her ass. Michael swooped in and held her body as Mr.Tattoo pushed his cock in. Her ass was soaked from the juices from her dripping pussy. She squirmed to no avail and her body was racked with a pain she never felt and she begged for them to stop. It only further their twisted passion as he began to get deeper. He held her hips like a vice and banged her upturned ass. She wailed out in pain and ecstasy as he chastised her during his assault.

How does it feel to have a black log in your Japanese ass? You like having your ass fucked dont you? He slapped her stuffed ass for emphasis. Michael and Mr.Handsome slapped her face with their rigid cocks while they waited their turn. One by one they fucked her ass with their huge cocks giving her a sensation and a pleasure she never thought was possible. Slapping her insulting her at every turn they used her like a piece of meat and she loved it.

Michael slid under her while Mr.Handsome plowed her ass and slid his thick dick into her drooling snatch. Mr.Tattoo stepped up and presented his tool to her mouth for the final piece to the puzzle. She was triple penetrated by three giant black cocks taking the breath from her body. They pushed and pulled stroked and poked all her holes sadistically. Her body was alive with sensations that she had until know couldnt possibly imagine. These black men were fucking her like a cheap whore and she liked the feeling. She wanted them to use her for their pleasure. She was happy to be their whore on this wonderful night.

They pounded her body using her petite frame as leverage to get their cocks in deeper and deeper fucking her mercilessly. Finally the pulled from her holes and surrounded her while she lay on her back exhausted. They jacked their cocks simultaneously until Mr.Tattoo started the procession by erupting and spewing cum all over her face and breasts. He was closely followed by Michael and Mr.Handsome who hosed down her face breasts and hairless pussy with their own searing seed. Akiko was covered in the cum of three black strangers and her life seemed whole. She had been used fucked degraded and raped. But it felt right. She drifted off to sleep.

The morning came and Akiko dressed and left the men still sleeping. She arrived to her hotel room and received a message from Harumi to be ready in an hour. Her body was sore and tender from the previous night but the truest impression was a mental one. She felt new and reborn. She reflected on her ordeal and decided it was what she craved. She had never been with a black man. Never been with three men. Never had anal. Never been triple penetrated. Now it was all she needed. She was officially a black cock lover forever. This is only the beginning. She never even knew Michaels last name or phone number but it was irrelevant his work was done. He unlocked the door to her future. An eventful future indeed.

I would like to thank Michael for the gift he has given me. He planted a seed the came to fruition. The seed has grown into a fully bloomed flower. A Japanese flower that requires special care. She needs black cock and lots of it. I am the provider of her nourishment and I owe it all to him. Thank you Michael. Any questions or comments about this or future installments please feel free to express them.

Encounters with Meg Tenth

It had been far too long since we were last together when you finally called me. My heart soared when I heard your voice.

\Hi, lover. It\'s been too long.\

\I know, I know. I had some things I had to take care of,\ I responded.

\So when can we get together. Can\'t do it tonight. Tony and I are going to a concert tonight, and we have floor tickets. Maybe we can get together later in the week.\

\Okay, give me a call. Bye.\

Before you hang up, I am already formulating a plan. My friend Rick works backstage at the coliseum, so I know he can get a ticket for me. I call him right away, and within the hour I have a floor ticket. It pays to have good friends in the right place.

I arrive early but I hang back in the crowd, because I do not want you to see me. I see you and Tony arrive, and I watch to see where end up. You are right in front of the stage about twenty people back. I know that when the lights go down, that part of the floor will be in semi-darkness-perfect for what I have in mind.

I wait until the music starts, and then I work myself through the gyrating crowd until I am standing directly behind you. I do not alert you to me presence right away, choosing instead to watch Tony to see how he is reacting to the band, how often he looks over at you, and whether he moves to hold your hand or put his arm around your shoulder. After several minutes of watching him, I realize that he is totally caught up in the music, and that he is paying very little attention to you.

Ready to proceed, I softly stroke your left arm. You turn to see who has touched you so inappropriately, and in the semi-darkness, you do not immediately recognize me. Just as you start to say something, I see the gleam of recognition sweep across your face. I wink at you, and you smile back at me before quickly turning back to face the stage.

Surrounded by the crush of people, I move close against you so that your body is pressed back against mine. I feel your ass moving against the bulge in my jeans as I lean forward, our bodies swaying together. I put my hands on your hips and pull you back, grinding my hard cock against your ass. I close my eyes, mesmerized by the pounding of the music, the feel of your body against mine, and the flow of adrenalin caused by the risk of this encounter.

I am drawn back to reality by the feel of your hand probing between us. Your hand glides across the crotch of my jeans seeking the elongated form of my erection. Your search is successful, and your fingers gently grasp my hardness. Your touch evokes an involuntary gasp from me, and I look quickly to make sure Tony has not noticed. I see that he is still totally absorbed in the activities on the stage, so I return my full attention to you.

Your hand has left my cock and succeeded in finding my zipper which you are already sliding slowly downward. Your fingers steal their way inside seeking the feel of my flesh, and after only a few moments I feel the warmth of your fingers wrapped firmly around my erection. With a bit of effort you slowly free my cock from its confines. I press back against you to hide our activities from sight as we continue to move with the music in an effort to further conceal our boldness.

I move my hand up under your shirt, seeking your luscious breasts. My fingers find naked flesh instead of the bra fabric that I expect. Your full breast fills my hand and your nipple presses against my palm. At my touch you slump back against me as you would do if we were snuggled in bed. Your hair swirls around my face, and I smell the sweetness of your flesh. I love your smell.

Your hand leaves my erect cock, and for a moment I am disappointed, believing that you have chosen to terminate our contact. I soon realize that is just the opposite of what you are doing. In the dim light I see your hands move to your sides then slip under your skirt. I can tell by your movements that you are slowly sliding your panties over your hips. Once they are loose, you let them slide down your legs, and when they reach the floor you step out of them. I visualize your naked pussy covered only by your short skirt. I know now that you trust me fully and that you are prepared to go wherever I choose to lead you.

I gently caress your swollen nipple as I use my other hand to raise the back of your skirt, at the same time pressing my cock against your exposed ass. You remove your hand after positioning my cock so it slides along your ass cheeks and between your thighs. Your warmth surrounds me, and I nearly cum with the excitement of the moment, but I restrain myself, determined to enjoy this bold encounter to the fullest extent possible.

I feel your fingertips tickling the head of my cock as you position your hand between your thighs. You tease my cock as you gently caress your clit. In my mind I see an image of your fingers stroking that rosy nub, causing it to grow and become more responsive to your touch as it becomes engorged with arousal. As you manipulate your clit, I begin a rocking motion that causes my hard cock to slide back and forth between your smooth thighs. Your press your legs together creating an exquisite friction that further stimulates my need for you.

Soon I feel moisture seeping from your aroused pussy dampening the head of my cock. Your fingers are now stroking your wet slit, teasingly probing between your flaring lips, spreading your dampness from your clit down to your asshole. Your movements have become more animated, driven partly by the throbbing music and partially by the need for sexual relief that is building within you.

I feel your fingers pressing upward on my cock head as you reposition your ass. As I stroke slowly back and forth, you push my cock upward so it glides between your engorged labia, forcing them apart and exposing the moist grotto concealed behind them. You wiggle again and press your ass against me, and my cock slides slowly up into your waiting pussy. I push forward, burying my cock fully within you, overwhelmed by the warmth, the tightness, the pulsations of your luscious cunt.

Before I proceed, I glance at Tony, but he is oblivious to what is taking place at his side. His movements indicate that his attention is riveted on the band and the music that fills the coliseum. I know we are safe for the moment, so I begin a slow fucking motion as your body gyrates in time with the music. Your movements cause your pussy to slide back and forth along my cock, coating it with your sweet nectar and caressing it with your warm, delicate pussy-flesh. We are of equal height so our bodies fit well together, but the situation makes fucking difficult. You have to crouch slightly to allow my cock full access to your oozing pussy, and as you become more aroused, your actions become more animated and my cock falls out of your pussy with increasing regularity. Frustrated, we try to adjust our position to increase penetration, but given the circumstances, there is little that we can do.

As my cock slips out of your pussy for the umpteenth time, I wait for you to reposition it so we can continue our surreptitious fuck, but I am surprised by what comes next. I feel you stand up a bit straighter as you slip my cock back so that its tip is wedged against the tight pucker of your asshole. I know that your pussy has provided sufficient lubrication for what is to come, so I press gently forward.

Your dancing becomes more animated as my cock presses against your asshole and then slowly begins to slide inside. Tony glances over and flashes you a broad smile fostered by the mistaken impression that the rousing music is the cause of your frenzied movements. You smile back at him at the same time you push back against me, causing my cock to glide up inside your nether passage. Damn, you are so tight and so hot inside.

Your dancing causes my cock to rock and swivel inside of your ass. Your sphincter grasps it tightly, keeping it from falling out of you as your actions become ever more animated. I know that your fingers are probing your cunt as my cock pistons into your ass. The thought that your husband is standing right beside us and could discover our blatant indiscretion at any moment terrifies us but enhances the enjoyment of our coupling. Within the limits allowed by our peculiar situation, we become consumed by the delicious sensations created by this luscious ass fuck here on the concert floor surrounded by thousands of enthralled music fans.

Oblivious to the added risk, I move my other hand up under your shirt so I can hold your breast and use my grasp to help pull you back against me so I can more forcefully piston my cock into your hot ass. The tempo of the music builds toward a rousing climax as the band nears the end of its performance. Our fucking becomes more animated as we mount toward our own climax, our bodies pounding together in a frenzied drive toward fulfillment. Our frenzied actions blend in with those of our neighbors who little suspect that I have my cock buried deep in your gorgeous ass.

I feel your asshole relax, and I know that the first tremors of orgasm are beginning to sweep through your body. You push back hard against me, impaling your body on my cock, sucking out my cum with your animated ass. I fuck forcefully into you as I fill you with my hot cum. I feel your asshole convulsing around my cock as wave after wave of sexual climax sweeps through your body. I feel you slumping toward the floor as your body is overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm, and I wrap my arms around your waist to hold you up. You momentarily lean back against me and at the same time you move your mouth close to my ear. You whisper something that I can not quite hear because of the loud music. You separate your body from mine, and stand erect as you attempt to straighten your clothing. I quickly tuck my cock into my jeans just as the band plays the last note of their final tune. I squeeze one of your ass cheeks as I move away through the crowd.

As I drive home I replay the evening in my mind. Once again I marvel at your boldness. It seems now that you trust me totally you are willing to try anything. I wonder how you will explain your absence of panties to Tony as he strokes your pussy on the way home. Or how you will explain the rivulets of my cum that have seeped from your asshole and formed mini-rivulets down your legs. I know that you will tell me when we are together again, and that thought causes me to smile a broad, beaming smile of anticipation.

Minerva

Minerva Grolsch stood just inside her bedroom doorway and pressed her palms over her eyes, then pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes until all she could see was dancing spots. It didn\'t help. But then, she knew it wouldn\'t. It never did.

She was dressed in almost heel-less shoes, a dark gray pinstripe pants suit and a white blouse totally devoid of frills, ruffs and lace. It made her look efficient, powerful, composed and calculating. It made her look, in point of fact, exactly the way she had been intending to look.

None of which could hide the fact that she hated it. It was a constant, unavoidable reminder that when she was on the outside, she was on the Outside, surrounded by the dross, the scum and the drab rabble of humanity at its worst. More importantly it reminded her that she wasn\'t in charge of it, just a little bit of it. That never made her feel good.

But she put up with it, for reasons of necessity. Finances, for one. You couldn\'t get quite so much money out of venture capitalists through intermediaries; you needed to be there yourself.

All of a sudden, Minerva was seized by a desperate need to be herself again and for that, she needed to look the part. Taking her hands off her eyes and clenching them into fists beside her face, she closed her eyes and screamed as hard as she could.

Then she stood in the dying echoes and smiled blissfully. All she had been intending to do was make her presence known, but there are few more satisfying ways of doing it.

A door opened on the other side of the chamber and a maid entered dressed not, as someone who knew Minerva\'s predilections might expect, in a French maid\'s outfit but in an English maid\'s uniform complete with floor-length skirt.

Minerva demanded that every one of her employees be both good at their job and, as she put it, pleasing to the eye. Those who were excellent at their job were allowed to be merely nice to look at. Mary had been \stolen\ from the household of a middle-ranking English lord and she was allowed to be frumpy if she so chose, a situation that her sense of professionalism would never allow - one reason she was allowed the honour she would never accept.

\You rang, madam?\ She asked, a little icily.

\Mary, I need to look beautiful.\

\Madam, you are always beautiful,\ Mary said with the stiff finality of the true expert who considers further discussion not just superfluous, not just inconceivable, not just a waste of time but also more than just a little insulting.

\Indulge me, Mary,\ Minerva said petulantly, childishly (is there such a thing as non-childish petulance? Mary had often wondered, with conspicuous lack of evidence for the case for), while attempting, but failing, to divest herself with majestic disgust of her so-hated business-woman outfit.

Mary, as was her custom, said nothing. She also, as was her job and her skill, stripped Minerva naked with a speed and proficiency that always left the Mistress startled and more than a little envious beneath her impressed respect. The clothes ended up on the bed without an extra crease or wrinkle in them, which always totally failed to even pass the threshold of Minerva\'s attention.

Minerva had already thrown open the doors of the wardrobe and was standing glorying in the contents, a happy smile on her face. Mary already had the discarded blouse on a hanger and neatly away before her Mistress had reached a decision about her replacement outfit.

Then her hand shot out with new purpose and the dressing process began.

A leather (but chamois-padded, there was no point in being needlessly uncomfortable) Y-string, buckled together at the sides, provided the minimum necessary genital decorum. Chamois-lined leather boots with 4\ heels laced up over 3/4 of her thighs. Chamois-lined leather gloves zipped, snug without being tight, halfway up her upper arms. A moulded leather bustier (not chamois lined - A girl can like a little coarseness over her nipples, can\'t she? Well, just barely over her nipples), laced up the front, leaving her breasts bulging up hard and even trying to escape between the laces. Finally, a mesh-work silver necklace held a large red jade in front of her throat.

Then she stared at herself in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe doors, and sighed happily. Now she looked gorgeous, now she looked herself. And all of the leather gloriously, gorgeously maroon. Her favourite colour.

\Mary,\ she said happily, \Do I look beautiful now?\

\I dressed you, Mistress,\ Mary replied tartly. \What do you expect me to say?\

\Just say it, Mary,\ Minerva replied, still happy.

Mary clicked her tongue, whether in annoyance or exasperation it was difficult to say. \You are beautiful, Mistress,\ she said in an absolutely neutral voice.

\Yes, aren\'t I?\

Every Mistress has duties to perform, when suitably attired for the part.

Which left one more thing.

So it was that, riding crop in hand, she stalked regally through her palace, worshipful lackies at her heels.

Her destination was her throne room. She normally got most of her work done there, so after having wasted (no, she really mustn\'t think like that, there had been a very lucrative point to it, but she really must find herself a good negotiator so she didn\'t have to do - here she suppressed a small shudder - meetings) the morning outside, she needed to catch up.

As she swept in, her viceroy (it amused her to call him that. He was the only other close servant she had who was allowed to dress normally) was waiting for her with a clipboard and pen in hand. The fountain pen looked far better than he could possibly be made to, and cost more than Minerva\'s entire outfit. It symbolised, even more than his clothes, his value to her.

\Good afternoon Charles,\ she said cheerfully, rolling her tongue in exaggerated fashion over the soft vowel sounds. \We can begin now.\ She sprawled herself in her throne, one leg thrown over an elaborately carved wooden arm, her head propped on her hand, her crotch gaping wide at whoever was blessed, doomed or otherwise fated to stand in front of her.

Charles inclined his heard in her direction briefly. \Very good, Mistress. You have three scheduled supervisions, two matters of discipline and one extra-curricular consideration.\ Extra-curricular meant outside the grounds, which made Minerva\'s ears perk up, but not happily. She lashed her leather-covered thigh with the riding crop briefly, found the enjoyment of that recompense for having to think of the outside world, and calmed down again.

\Very well, supervisions first, I think.\

\Certainly, madam.\ Charles made a complicated but quick hand gesture towards the doors, where an Adonis of a guard, wearing shorts carefully designed to get in the way of neither physical activity nor a good perve, while also being incredibly stylish, nodded, pulled open the door, and made a similar gesture outside. The door opened further and the head of development for Minerva\'s latest game strode briskly in, looking happy.

Minerva had long ago decided that the only way to indulge her fancies, her abilities and her desire to be left the fuck alone by the rest of the world was to run some sort of computer company, preferably (abilities) software. Minerva could program in seven languages, only three of them related to each other, and was a fully-qualified systems administrator. Her staff were well aware of this, and she encouraged a healthy competition in attracting her professional, as well as personal, praises.

Ziggy (no, not the name his mother knows him by) wasn\'t carrying anything, but his belt held his latest PDA-phone toy. On which, she was well aware, he had every detail she could possibly ask him for, either locally or via WiFi. For a laugh, she had tried cracking the encryption on that network once, and had personally (very, very personally if only he had wanted it) made her respect known to the administrator of it afterwards.

\Well?\ She asked, happy to see him happy.

\Ahead of schedule, Mistress!\ He replied cheerfully, before he had even finished walking. \The conversation AI has finally been finished, and is being fully tested, the last of the known bugs has been quashed and the beta testers are trying to find new ones, all the artwork is awaiting your approval and the rumors have been seeded on appropriate websites.\

Ziggy was expensively and stylishly dressed, but not revealingly so and had chosen the outfit himself. He wore no tie. He wore glasses, but they were titanium-framed, cost 600 and were chosen in collaboration with Minerva herself. She was always happy to honour requests like that, particularly when she gave Ziggy more leeway than he took.

She raised an eyebrow \Beta testers?\

He nodded vigorously. \Yes!\

As he was talking, he was staring hungrily at Minerva\'s leather-clad, wide-open crotch. She liked that in her servants, and encouraged it, though without compulsion. Some could only think when they were looking firmly and unwaveringly at her face, some, like Ziggy, couldn\'t think if they were trying to expend the effort required to do so. A genius coder and fantastic manager, but weak-willed.

She gave a small squeal of delight, and clapped her hands. \Excellent! Excellent! Ziggy, you\'re a precious. I\'ll send word on the artwork this afternoon, and when you finish you may visit the harem.\

Although Minerva employed married men, Ziggy was not one of them. \Oh, thank you, Mistress!\ He said happily, his fog-free glasses beginning to steam up slightly.

When he had left, and the guard\'s muscles had moved out of the way of the muscles he used to close the door, Charles smoothly moved onto the next item. \Website development, Mistress,\ he said calmly. At her nod, he made another complicated gesture at the door.

This time the process resulted in a tall, unattractively thin woman with raven-black hair in a plait to her waist, a scarlet sports bra and a scarlet floor-length skirt, slashed to the waist on the right, revealing suspended stockings and, only just revealed by the length of the skirt, red high heels.

She strode briskly, also empty-handed, each nail painted a deeper red and each wrist encircled by a broad, etched band of gold. She was good at what she did, but was relatively new and had been given an important task to test her.

She also looked not entirely pleased to be there, a fact which could hardly escape Minerva\'s Holmesian abilities to read people.

\How goes the migration?\ the Mistress asked with a raised eyebrow.

\I am afraid,\ the woman replied, choosing her words with care, \That there have been delays.\

Minerva knew what that meant. No one in her employ, no matter how distant from her, ever dared try to wriggle out of blame, so it was unlikely that Kate was responsible. \Such as?\

\There was a scheduled upgrade of the backup server, which was not quite finished when a cracking attempt was detected on the main server. That was defeated, all intrusion checks were run, then the kernel and the database server on the main server were upgraded for routine security announcements. So the scheduled upgrade of several minor utilities was bought forward while the main server was out of operation, and I was enlisted to help speed things up.\

\Really?\ Minerva replied, drawing the word out over several heartbeats. \So what is the damage to your work?\

\I should still finish on schedule,\ Kate smoothly replied.

\Excellent, excellent. So is your composure. Get yourself a massage this afternoon and say hi to your team for me.\

\Thank you Mistress,\ Kate replied humbly, pivoted gracefully and retired. Say what you like about the woman\'s aversion to figure-building exercise, she certainly had grace.

Minerva shifted on her throne, bringing both knees together and up, letting her feet dangle off the edge and showing her ass in its full, nearly unrestrained, glory. She waved a hand at Charles, who waved his, in a fashion, in the direction of the door. \Infrastructure,\ he announced.

The manager in charge of the building-wide wiring, wireless access points, protection of same, email servers, authentication servers and the like was a short man, who might have attracted the designation \dapper\ in any other circumstance but, believing that badges of status should be worn, was merely \scruffy.\

\Report?\ Minerva asked, slipping easily into Gryff\'s habit of stripping sentences of all inessential words, including some of the essential ones.

\Nothing at all, Mistress,\ he cheerfully replied, slipping just as easily into her occasional practised loquaciousness. \Nothing has happened to the wires, screws, bolts, whirring things or blinking lights. We haven\'t even changed anything.\

Now that really was going too far, she thought, but let it pass. Instead, she shrugged and waved him off. \Okay then, you may go.\

\Mistress,\ he replied, still cheerful, and left. Gryff was married, and was also almost unbribeable, unrewardable and unpunishable. There was nothing you could do to him that gave him greater delight than his job or his children, while he had never, in seven years, given any reason for anybody to get annoyed with that work. Minerva loved him dearly, and had already stymied three different attempts to head-hunt him in a way that dissuaded the hunters from ever, ever, trying anything like that on one of her employees ever, ever, again.

Minerva was finding her attention wandering, then she brightened up considerably. Hadn\'t Charles said something about two matters of discipline? But first the work.

She sat up straight and somewhat primly, laying her crop across her lap. \Charles,\ she said in a tone that he recognised and understood before the rest of the sentence had been complete, \What did you say about an extra-curricular matter?\

Charles smiled slightly, something that immediately perked up Minerva\'s ears, if not also her nipples. When someone who knew her as well as Charles smiled at her like that, it meant that she was going to enjoy herself after all.

\Last night,\ Charles began smoothly, \We caught a man trying to break in to the building. He was strong, fit, clearly very practised at what he was doing and equipped with an excellent array of tools. Unfortunately he wasn\'t expecting the technology arrayed in our defences to be as low as it was high and he was caught by the guards at their leisure. He rolled over when he saw the interrogation room,\ - which was why it looked so much more impressive than it was actually capable of, - \Told us who his employer was and gave us quite enough to be going on with. He has no close family, nor pets. Here,\ Charles passed a sheet of paper to Minerva, \Are the relevant details of his employ.\

Minerva raised her eyebrows at not just being told, then read the paper and smoothly moved through surprise, smirking, chuckling, giggling and hysterical laughter. Charles almost laughed with her, an extreme response for the controlled viceroy.

When Minerva had finished laughing, feeling rather weaker than when she had began, she mopped her eyes with a silk handkerchief thoughtfully provided by the female lackey who tagged along behind her for just such purposes, blew her nose on it and handed it back. The lackey put it back into her costume, much to the surprise of anybody who had seen how little costume there was to put anything into, particularly her.

\Bring him forth,\ Minerva said grandly, with an even grander flourish of her be-gloved hand.

Charles gestured at the door, the door was opened and in sprawled the thief in the night, followed by a guard holding onto his collar. This guard was attired in the same manner as the one at the door, but was if anything even more chiseled in physique.

The prisoner was only wearing more than the guard because he was wearing restraints. Specifically, he was wearing cuffs, chained a mere two inches apart, just above his knees. His arms were encased behind his back in a leather sheath that zipped up to his elbows. He had been stripped to his underwear - black, perfectly fitting and sensible - but had been provided with accessorizing bruises at the guards\' discretion.

At the guard\'s instigation he had been provided with a ball gag. The guard had also, coincidentally, provided the prisoner with a decent amount of neurosis by the simple technique of grinning at him. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, the prisoner found that a guard who clearly spent a lot of time in the gym, was only wearing a pair of what looked like lycra shorts and grinned at him, made him nervous.

Minerva also started grinning at him, but with more teeth and less dimple.

\Hello, you idiot,\ she said in a voice that still managed to sound cheerful and friendly. \You cocked that up, didn\'t you?\ She asked, still cheerful. \Which is going to make the rest of our life miserable. No, don\'t bother trying to say anything,\ She added with a wave of her hand as the prisoner desperately started to say something through his gag.

\You\'ve already condemned yourself, you can\'t make it any better or worse, so don\'t bother trying. We already know everything that we want to about your sordid little business arrangements, you pathetic excuse for a professional. We also know that no matter what we choose to do, nobody is going to miss you. which means that you are literally fucked, because I don\'t care to let people escape the consequences of their actions.

\So off you go, then. Enjoy your final moments.\

The prisoner\'s eyes widened in terror as he foresaw the near future and what it contained and got it right.

His guard simpered, winked at him and gave the leash a tug, lisping \Come along, darling.\

As he pulled the frantically struggling burglar after him, eagerly but not unkindly, Minerva raised her voice to call after him. \Josh!\

He turned back towards her. \Yes, mistress?\

\Be nice to him, darling,\ she said with a smile. \Use lube.\

\Of course!\ He exclaimed as he pulled the now frantic gimp after him, the doors closing behind them with a satisfied resonant clang.

Minerva lay back, feeling properly happy for the first time since she had arrived home. \what\'s next, Charles?\

\Two matters of discipline, Mistress.\

\Oh good! Do tell me more, Charles.\

\One lady and one gentleman, Mistress.\ It was Charles\' affectation that he used formal terms of respect in such circumstances, something which Minerva found oddly endearing. \The gentleman stands accused of attempting to seduce a colleague\'s wife. The lady in question confessed after one assignation, tearfully and at length. Her husband has forgiven her, but not his colleague.\

Minerva suddenly had a headache. This was an area of human behaviour that never ceased to upset her. \What does he do?\

\He works in marketing, Mistress.\

\Which is no excuse for not living in reality!\ Minerva snapped, stamping a foot on the podium and pulling herself upright in the chair, feet firmly planted and whip irritably lashing her leather-sheathed thigh. \Show the scoundrel in.\ At times, Charles\' delicately baroque language was infectious.