Part 5 of Noodles

George awoke alone in his bed yet again. He understood that even though he took the week off for his guests, he possibly had been sleeping a little too much. As he rose from the bed, he saw his shorts on the floor and little else. He slowly reached over and grabbed them as he strained to hear sounds of life in the rest of the house. He walked slowly as if attempting to hear pins dropping, but heard no sign of life.

It was then he saw the table with a cold omelet and a warm glass of orange juice with a note. The note was from Sue. It told him basically that she took Marsha to the beauty salon in the hopes of having her experience a day of spoiling and that he shouldn\'t wait up. George felt a little ticked off knowing that he could have had a second session with both his Welsh goddess and his queen. But the thought of when they would arrive home made him smile as he tried to warm his omelet in the microwave and look for some cold juice.

His meal was interrupted by the phone ringing. Thinking it was his wife, he answered sweetly only to have Jacob\'s rough voice answer the phone. His mind instantly panicked as he was unsure what to do. This asshole was the one who kicked his wife out when he found a tramp to fuck at the zoo. Yet this same asshole was married to Marsha, the woman George spent the last two days fucking. He decided to err on the side of caution.

Jacob explained that he was stuck at Union Station and that he needed a ride back to the house. Knowing that Jacob had no idea how to get home, George agreed to go get him. He started to dress a little more including a new pair of underwear and then called Sue on her cell to let her know what was going on. She didn\'t answer, but George just left a message on voice mail just to keep her informed.

The drive from George\'s house to the DC border was about forty five minutes which gave plenty of time for George to ponder how he was going to tell Jacob about fucking Marsha. George felt conflicted because Jacob was given free reign to fuck Sue as much as he desired and chose to tell her to go home. George\'s mind was distracted.

When Jacob flagged him down by the side of the road near Union Station, George almost missed him. George unlocked the door and watched as Jacob slinked in, a worried smile on his face. Jacob began to ask George if the girls were ok. George responded politely, but chose to leave out the parts of Marsha fucking his brains out. Jacob seemed to ease a little as George started to head towards I-95. As he neared the exit, Jacob asked if George knew of any topless bars or gentleman\'s clubs around. George thought for a second before he asked if it was a good idea. Jacob answered by grabbing George\'s cell and calling Sue. From what George could tell, the conversation lasted a good ten minutes while he maneuvered through traffic. It was soon after that Jacob told him to go for it and that the girls were occupied with the girly stuff.

With his mind slightly at ease, George started heading towards this place he knew that he went to a few times for bachelor parties.George and Jacob entered to a very sparse room devoid of patrons except for a few people. The girls were scantily dressed, looking for their money. George reached into his pocket to find his wallet before Jacob stopped him and told him it would be his treat.

They found a booth near the back and watched as the next dancer walked on stage. She was slightly shorter than the girls, yet had a set of breasts that were slightly larger than natural. She coyly began to dance to Joan Jett\'s \I Love Rock and Roll\. George looked as she slowly removed her frilly costume down to her bare breasts and purple G string. As Jacob put a twenty into her G string, he whispered something into her ear while George watched. Jacob walked back to the table as a cute waitress came over with a soda for George and a mixed drink for Jacob.

They began to talk a bit about life and the girls they were watching when the dancer from off stage walked over to them and sat down. George clammed up, but Jacob began to talk even more English as he usually did as the girl began to become entranced. George wasn\'t sure what to make of Jacob. Here he was talking to this girl even though he had Marsha waiting for him at home. As George determined in his mind whether to comment or not, Jacob leaned over and kissed the dancer. George was stunned. What the hell was he doing?

Jacob then took the dancer by the hand and asked how long it was before she was off. The dancer responded that she was already off. As Jacob took her by the arm, George was still in shock. Then Jacob\'s voice got his attention. George rose up and followed, hitting his car alarm button to unlock the van. As George stepped into the driver\'s seat, Jacob and the dancer went to the back. George began to drive and follow the dancer\'s directions as Jacob began kissing her deeply. The dancer could do little to fend off Jacob\'s advances and was powerless to stop his fingers from teasing her clit through her unbuttoned jeans. She was moaning softly as she kept giving George directions. George\'s cock was already hardened in his shorts as he heard Jacob working his magic on this helpless woman.

Sue was far from his thoughts at that moment as the dancer moaned that she needed to stop.George found a park nearby that was deserted as he pulled in. By this time, George lost control of his own body as he parked and stepped out towards the back door of the van. The door slid over and George was treated to the sight of this lithe blond figure bent over, her mouth sliding over Jacob\'s member as her jeans were already slid off in a heap. There she lay with her purple G string barely concealing her treasure. George was unsure what to do.

Jacob then invited George to taste this forbidden fruit. George slowly leaned down and pulled her G string to the side before hearing her beg. She started to tell George to lick her. George allowed his tongue to touch her quivering quim slowly. The dancer moaned contentedly as George\'s tongue grew more brazen, burrowing itself deeper inside her. As the dancer attempted to swallow as much of Jacob\'s cock in her mouth, she switched her positioning so that she was on her knees, allowing George the ability to slide her G string down her long legs.

It was then the George watched as this dancer slid over Jacob\'s waist and allowed her wet labia to be penetrated by his thick member. George watched as she attempted to stifle her moans as Jacob allowed her to gyrate on him. Her eyes opened wide and George noticed the irises rolling to the back of her head as he watched her ass drop up and down again. From what Sue bragged about Jacob months ago, George knew that Jacob would not cum for a while. George just stood there and watched, his member growing more and more uncomfortable inside his shorts.

He then watched as she slid down again, her chest pressing against the seat as Jacob maneuvered behind her to take her from behind. She then reached for George, begging for him to let her suck him off. George unbuckled his shorts and was surprised to see his dick as hard as it was. The dancer pulled George close to her as her mouth found his dick like a heat seeking missile finding its mark. Her mouth was a black hole to George, his dick hitting the back of her throat as she sucked him.

George\'s mind was so distracted by her mouth that he didn\'t notice his cell phone ringing. he didn\'t even notice Jacob taking out his dick and stroking it until the dancer released her mouth hold on George and told them both to shoot on her face like the slut she was. George immediately started to pull his dick hard as he saw Jacob\'s member fully erect for the first time. George was amazed that Jacob was able to stuff that much meat into such a tight hole. George almost forgot that there was a blond dancer who just swallowed his cock whole looking up at him awaiting a dose of his ejaculate.

George looked just in time to watch his first shot cross her face. Jacob followed soon after as both covered her face with their sauces. She moaned loudly as they were both drained and she cleaned their cocks off.

It took only a few moments for all three of them to fix themselves up before George went back the the driver\'s seat. The dancer chose to sit in the passenger seat as Jacob stretched himself out in the back seat. As the dancer and George began to talk, he discovered that she went to the same high school and was only a year apart. It was then that George recognized her as his high school crush. When she realized that George was who he was, she blushed massively and began to talk about all the fun stuff they went through during high school as Jacob snored in the seat behind them

George dropped her off in front of her apartment before she kissed him on the cheek and gave him a slip of paper with her number on it. He smiled at her until she turned slowly and walked away. As George slowly drove towards his home with a snoring Scotsman in his back seat, he suddenly realized that Sue and Marsha were waiting back home. He grabbed his cell only to discover that they called an hour ago. He started freaking out as he called and heard Sue on the other end. After letting her know they\'d be home soon, he started driving as fast as legally possible. Yet deep in his heart, George was dreading what was to come.

The Process

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One Night Thing

One Night Thing

As we all left work for the evening we always walked to the garage together to play it safe. My name is Sharon and living alone in todays world as a thirty seven year old working mom is tough but it has its moments and I guess this story is one of them. I climb into my old 1983 dodge and had a bit of trouble starting it. Gary one of the people that I work with came over and asked if all was well but I just looked at him and said that I had no way home that my piece of junk finally died. He said that they, Gary, Bridget, Colleen and Mary were going for some drinks and I should go with them and assured me that one of them will surely drive me home but I told him that I will just call triple A and wait for the tow. He smiled, let me use his cell phone to call and when I was through he asked if I was sure and I assured him I was.

I called for the tow truck and they told me they would be there in an hour and I waited.

As I looked around I noticed there was hardly no cars left in the place and it was getting a little dark and scary. I heard footsteps coming towards me and that frightened me more and at the same moment, as I turned around to look I felt a hand on my shoulder and that startled me. It was Phil, my boss who was the last to leave and he saw a pathetic me sitting there and walked over and asked if I needed a ride but I told him I was waiting for the truck and he smiled and went on his way.

All I kept thinking about was my husband was going to kill me and it was getting late. I should of called him when I had the chance but just forgot. I laid my head back and started drifting away and thats when a man in a dark grey suit approached me and asked if I was ok. I explained my situation and he said that the least he could do was sit and wait with me. I didnt know the man but he sure was welcome to sit with me. He asked me about my life, you know small talk and we talked for an hour and still no tow truck. He asked if I wanted a ride and I told him no but by this point in time I really just wanted to be home. Nonsense he said and convinced me to take the ride so I left with him. He was a very persuasive man who just refused to take no for an answer. As we pulled out of that dark and musty place I noticed he was wearing a great smelling perfume and to keep up the conversation I asked him what it was. He told me it was a special sent imported from Africa and very expensive. He added that it was supposed to be an aphrodisiac but he just liked the way it smelled. I smiled and said so did I.

He asked me if I would mind if he stopped at the rest area and got some coffee and washed up. He explained that he had been working on a project at work since four in the morning to meet a deadline and was dead tired and needed a pick me up. I told him he should stop and we did. He came back with coffee for two and donuts and we sat and enjoyed our welcomed feast. I had another hour before I arrived home and he was so nice to go out of his way to take me I just didnt want to seem ungrateful. I noticed when he refreshed himself he added more of that great cologne and the smell was intoxicating me. He put his head back and said he just needed to rest his eyes for a minute or two and I just sipped my coffee and waited.

About fifteen minutes passed and he was fast asleep and I didnt have the heart to wake him but if I wanted to get home I needed to. As I bent over to wake him gently I smelled the cologne even more. It was on his jacket collar and I took a moment to get a good smell. I took in a deep breath of it and it overwhelmed me as I smelled it over and over again.

I dont know what came over me but I started rubbing his cock through his pants and although it wasnt huge it was hard. Smell after smell rub after rub and this man still wasnt waking up. I really was into the moment now and didnt care if he woke up or not but I wanted him to know how grateful I was for all he was doing. I slowly unzipped his pants and out popped his hard on. I started sucking away and thats when he started waking up. He looked at me and smiled and started undoing my bra and when he felt my tits all hell broke loose. I was an animal. He laid his seat back and I climbed on him and we started fucking like two animals in the woods, not caring if anyone was around. My ass was humping furiously and the look on his face was making me even more animalistic. He told me he was going to cum and I said it was alright that I was on the pill and at that moment he let loose inside of me all his hot juices and that filled me good. As I dismounted cum poured out of me and he handed me a towel from the glove box and we cleaned up and went on our merry way just as if nothing happened. I will always cherish that night as one of the all time sexual encounters of my life.

We pass each other in the hall at work sometimes and smile at one an other but we both know it was just a one night thing.

Part 4 of Alone in Space

Author\'s Note:

Note for the uninitiated: The purpose of the AIS series is sex, and no frills. There will be No Character Development, No Real Plot Lines and No Moral Justification. There just Will Be Sex.

I promised myself after writing the first \Alone In Space, Or: In Space, Nobody Can Hear You Moan\ that there would never be a second. Then I wrote a second due to popular demand (well, three people said they liked it), so here\'s the third, because I may as well go with the flow.

Technically, this is no longer an Alone, and less of the In Space, but it was suggested by number 2, subtitled \Let The Fuckers Fuck Me\, and I decided that maybe some human interaction was just what her pussy needed. Besides, I was running out of distinct ideas. So there\'s no machinery in this one, just a machinist. Of course, having written this Note before the actual story, I might still change my mind.



\Alone In Space 3\ Or: \No Longer Alone\

Every minute of a pilot\'s day is divided up for them by experts (technical term: \Cunts\) who have never set foot in space themselves, never encountered weightlessness, and never even been in a stuck lift. But they have their charts, and their diagrams, and their theories, and their big fat books on Ergonomics, and their research and, more importantly so far as the pilots, who would otherwise just read their instructions and put on serious faces and hold up their hands and swear an oath to uphold them and then ignore them, were concerned, they had access to the computer programmers.

So, every minute of a pilot\'s day is divided up for them by experts. There are leeways, of course. Concessions have been made for the fact that not everybody takes the same amount of time on the toilet, for instance, and not everybody reads or processes data at the exact same, to the millisecond, rate, and not everybody has the exact same musculature or nervous system.

But, in essence, every minute of a pilot\'s day is divided up for them by experts.

But it\'s hard to follow sometimes. When you\'re awake, for instance. And when you\'re so close to a Station that you can practically feel the open spaces and smell other people\'s sweat already.

Those are the times when the electronic books and movies play on by themselves in the background and the eyes flick hungrily between the screen displaying the chart view, the screen displaying the unaided visual view, the screen displaying the combined (in different colors) active and passive radar view, and the screen displaying the aided visual view, watching the representative dots slowly creep closer at gradually decreasing scales, then the glow of detected mass or emissions, then, finally, the faint speck of light that signifies hope.

Of course, most of this is undertaken at an acceleration, deceleration this time, gradually ramping up from 0.1G to 1G as the craft is slowed on the approach. When active radar starts picking up something, deceleration is ramped up to 3G. When the aided visual screen starts showing a dot against the darkness, that\'s usually when deceleration is ramped up to 4G. When the unaided visual screen shows a dot, the pilot is strapped in as deceleration moves all over the place under automatic control as the computer in the ship is slaved to the (a) computer in the Station, and the computer in the Station tries to jockey forces and masses and energies and other masses and get the ship to mate smoothly, safely and without causing major structural damage to the Station itself, without at any time the exhaust jets of deceleration causing damage to anyone else either.

Most pilots are quite prepared to let the computers do that. But none of them are happy with the gradual increase to 4G. They\'d be quite happy to go from weightless to 4G and just stay there, and save the extra time.

Loneliness is hard to take when you have no choice and humanity is far away from you in any direction you can look, but when the time ticks down and the imagined noises of strangers become almost tangible, tooth-grinding frustration sets in.

It\'s difficult to grind your teeth under sustained 4G, when you are strapped into the pilot\'s chair, angled to provide best protection against the force, with an iron lung breathing for you and blood pressure monitors getting paranoid about your well-being, but Jade was managing it. She had been warned by the company Dentist on her last shore leave about that, but didn\'t really care. Dental care was part of the company\'s responsibility, along with all other aspects of her health, and as they seemed singularly uninterested in caring about her retirement or life outside work (as little of it as there was), she intended to let them take care of it.

Jade did, however, have one furious thought that never failed to circle her brain when the G-forces rose. Breasts. No matter how well-fitting her flight suit, no matter how supportive the iron lung (she really was encased by metal, that lined her sides and back and front to prevent her torso distorting under pressure) and no matter how small the breasts of a pilot who survives training and the testosterone-pumping exercise that was part of her daily routine may be, breasts get painful when pushed against your chest for hour after hour.

If she came out bruised, she wouldn\'t be able to enjoy her shore leave as much, would she?

So she never failed to get evil-minded when the Station approached, no matter how attractive its contents might be.

The wait for docking was interminable, the computers programmed for fuel conservation and an almost paranoid level of safety, taking by consequence several times longer than necessary to creep slowly up to the station, check that it was in the right place, dock, check that nothing had gone wrong, connect all life support lines, check that they worked, let each system (Station and ship) check that the other was compatible, open the doors, do a final scan for pathogens or toxins, and then release her.

When she finally got out, she was nearly screaming with boredom, and felt unhinged from frustration. Or was that the other way around? She didn\'t feel mentally collected enough to decide.

The console spat two sheets of paper at her before she was released, and wouldn\'t open the door until she had taken them. Which was fine by her. The sooner she got the formalities out of the way, the sooner she could hit the fleshpots.

Starting, of course, with the formalities.

The man who met her, to take charge of her cargo, was the usual hard-muscled, wiry and short Station official, able to be agile and quick through tight spaces. Jade, taller than him and far more wiry, slightly unsteady on her feet after so long in zero or near-zero G and feeling her social skills rusty and nearly atrophied after even longer, was still able to see his relief that she was a woman (a horny male pilot was probably more a worry than a disappointment), and his eyes dropping from their natural level near her neck to a more comfortable level near her jumpsuit-hugged breasts.

Jade wouldn\'t have minded, but it made her horniness harder to avoid, and that made it difficult to concentrate.

She nearly threw the sheets at him, and he read them with one eye on her prominent nipples and the other for the words on the page. Satisfied with both, he leeringly gestured her ahead of him into his office (a small hole in the corridor, lockable only because the law required the protection of the documents it contained), muttering \Nice ass as well,\ as she passed.

Coming to an abrupt halt, she shot her hand back and unerringly grabbed his groin, cock half-hard, making him nearly double up with shock, an explosive gasp pushing out the last syllable of the \well\.

\How badly do you want to fuck it?\ Jade asked, evenly.

It\'s /really/ hard to check official documents and sign them legibly, or hold her finger steady long enough for the DNA signature to the taken, when you\'re being slammed back and forth from behind, but at least he didn\'t take longer than the paperwork did before shooting up her.

She headed from the docks to the social area, stopping only to find a toilet and get rid of the slime inside her. She didn\'t want her next man knowing that he wasn\'t the first since she landed.

No two stations were built quite the same, and there were in fact a couple of competing ideas about the best way in which to build them at all, but for one who had been in more than, say, three, they were never hard to navigate through.

You just had to find the right person to ask.

The right person, as in this case, was usually a harassed, skinny, quite short cleaner. There were some things that were so unexpectedly complicated, and so unexpectedly unexpected, that robots couldn\'t do them.

There were still shit jobs for the humans.

She found such a man, walked up behind him and said \I need to find naked women fucking poles.\

\The Cages Bar,\ he snapped back before realizing that a woman\'s voice had asked him.

\Thank you,\ Jade said with her best attempt at a charming smile before heading straight for the named spot, her pilot\'s memory having memorized the Station\'s modest map already.

The Cages Bar displayed the typically unimaginative, unsubtle, unsuccessful name of all establishments that tried to hide their purpose from the common traffic that walked past all day and knew exactly what was going on inside.

There were men seated at tables in a dim half-gloom, drinking. There were scantily clad, sometimes topless, waitresses walking around delivering more drinks. And on three separate stages, scattered around the end of the room, were three elaborate cages, in each of which was a female dancer dressed in high heels, jeweled and tasseled crotchless G-string and even brighter bra, suspended off the stage on a pole that was slowly dropping from the shrouded ceiling into the floor.

The slowly lowering poles meant that each dancer was climbing up it just as slowly, staying off the floor and using shins, thighs (usually /very/ high up), arms and even, it looked like, breasts, to cling on.

It was a fantastic athletic display from each of them, but Jade wasn\'t really watching as the poles lowered enough to reveal a thick, studded dildo on the top of each.

What Jade was watching, as each girl seized the pole beneath the dildo, hoisted herself up and then inserted the tip into her cunt, raising her legs to a horizontal split as padded ankle slings descended on chains from the ceiling, and then slid downwards onto the full length of the dildo while holding the split, were the men in the bar.

There had been a ripple of interest as her lean but still feminine silhouette had appeared in the doorway, but as she had stepped far enough in to reveal her uniform, there had been a ripple of casual disinterest.

Not all men could cope with the aggression of a newly off-duty pilot (or women, for that matter), and tacitly admitted the fact by studiously not looking at Jade, preferring instead to watch the dancers who, with ankles supported by the slings and hands held in cuffs that also hung from the ceiling, were getting enthusiastically in to being fucked deeply and evenly by the dildo-topped dancing poles, bellies rippling as muscles clenched and unclenched, torsos swaying back and forth, breasts rising and sinking in time, nipples hard and highlighted by careful lighting, heads rolling forwards and backs, eyes closed and lips parted, directional microphones broadcasting their whimpers, gasps and moans throughout the bar as a low-volume background.

Several men were wetting their own lips and beginning to grind their hips a little, while trying not to look like it.

Jade carefully avoided looking at them. She had a much easier task. In a room where most of the concentration was centered in one spot, finding the odd one out was simple. And Jade found him.

Sitting towards a back corner, where he could watch the room, and especially the door, but had difficulty getting a clear view of the cages, was a man whose hiding place in the shadows couldn\'t hide his interest in Jade.

So Jade headed straight for him.

Every Station had men (and women) like this; men whose sole focus in life was to sleep with as many members of the opposite sex as possible. So far as Jade was concerned, they had three big advantages over the normal male inhabitants of these Stations: They were easy to find, they were quite prepared to let a woman take the upper hand so long as sex happened, and they had a lot of practice.

Jade stepped in front of him, without bothering to look at the other chair first.

He raised his glass to her, after raising his eyes from her crotch to her face, which only made her hornier and therefore more aggressive.

\Paul,\ he said by way of introduction.

\Jade,\ she replied shortly. \Where are you staying?\

That was the bonus of sex with man-sluts: They weren\'t easily surprised, and they did as they were told.

Ten minutes of rapid walking later, they were back in his room. He turned out to be employed on the station, which was a bonus: Not being just a passing visitor, he had more chance to personalize his premises, and to bring in those little touches that make a cell a home.

Ten seconds after the door had shut, he was naked and bound to his own bed, the little available space improved by folding his knees over the end of his bed, and strapping his ankles to rings set (against all regulations) into the floor. His arms were likewise folded over the other end, his forearms disappearing down the wall.

His cock disappeared nowhere, lying fat and heavy on his stomach, hard before his pants hit the floor, circumcised (had that fashion really had another run?) and covering his navel. No wonder, Jade thought as she stood at the foot of the bed and looked up him, That he was good at his hobby.

Jade peeled off her flightsuit, grinning as his eyes followed the zipper mesmerically down her lean body and over her tight breasts.

Her regulation panties she just tore off. All uniforms were replaced on every port visit anyway, and she saw no reason to wear them longer than absolutely necessary.

She was shaved, too, which was condoned for hygiene reasons in-flight.

\This is what we\'re going to do,\ she announced, grinning at his cock. \You are going to get to cum once, when I decide. So will I. But I am going to make it last just as long as I can make my patience hold out. And you are going to do just what you\'re told, you hear me?\

\Yes, Mistress,\ he whispered, staring at her damp cunt, no stranger to domination games.

\Your mouth works. Good.\

Jade stepped up onto the end of the bed, then walked forward over his crotch and aching cock and over his chest, long, lean legs on either side of his body and breasts dangling as she stooped to clear the ceiling.

\You can put it to good use.\

She lowered her crotch onto his face, carefully position her cunt over his mouth and barely giving him enough room to breath through his nose.

He did put it to good use. Jade gasped as his tongue slid along her lips from end to end, not aggressive and crude or tentative and frustrating, just confident in its ability to make her turn to jelly, then writhe uncontrollably, then cum.

She arched her back, her hands dropping behind her to grab his chest, fingers digging painfully in around his pecs, causing his tongue to twitch and thrust against her, which only made her grab harder. At the moment, Jade knew that she would not be standing up: Not with her knees as weak as they felt.

He pushed his tongue between her lips and slid upward, finding her clit, small but hard, and teasingly licking over it. Every muscle in her body shuddered. He seemed to know just how to distract her, not keeping a constant rhythm but instead working her clit to work her brain, making it impossible for her to concentrate or draw breath or grab enough control of her body to let her think coherently.

When she came, it was faster and sharper than she had ever felt before in her life, and it rang from her a single explosive \OH FUCK!\ as she spasmed so hard she almost sprained her back.

It was a few jangled minutes before she could think properly again, sitting on his face wide-eyed and panting, but when the fog cleared from her brain she was furious.

\You FUCK,\ she said as she levered herself off his mouth.

He grinned up at her, cocky and confident. \What\'s the matter? Haven\'t you ever cum twice before? You\'re about to.\

\You\'d better fucking be right about that, gimp-boy,\ she said angrily as she rocked over to one side, swung her leg around and re-straddled him facing the other way, keeping her cunt out of reach of his mouth as she leaned down, teeth bared, towards his cock.

She started, just for revenge, by biting the head, sharply but not hard. The way he bucked underneath her, and the gurgle of surprised fear he made, was enough to make her relent and suck the head into her mouth off his belly, running her tongue around it several times, tasting the salty, delicious pre-cum and then rubbing it over her tongue, towards the back of her throat, going a little slower than normal because of the girth, her chin sliding over his belly.

She closed her teeth around his shaft just up from the base, his full length inside her mouth and throat, and swallowed, her throat squeezing his cock hard as he bucked beneath her, then fellating the head with her throat before pulling back, leaving his shaft slick with her saliva, working the top half with her lips, tongue and teeth as he trembled closer and closer to cumming, until she seized the base of his shaft in her hand and withdrew, letting his spasms subside as he groaned desperately, but had enough sense even then not to say anything.

Jade swung off him and turned around to face him, holding his cock up just at her entrance, brushing lightly against her lips, rubbing it lightly along her lips as he struggled to hold himself together.

\Now,\ she announced grimly, \We\'ll see how good you are at holding on. I mean to cum like this, and you\'re going to make sure of it. Time to keep that promise about making me cum twice, man-slut.\

\I usually have my hands free at this point,\ he gasped, trying desperately not to lose concentration.

\Tough,\ she replied brusquely. \You should have thought of that before you got so carried away with your tongue.\

Licking her finger, getting it as wet as she could, she rubbed it along the underside of his shaft, flicking her finger off the end, before very slowly and very deliberately settling down onto him, his engorged head parting her lips and then the slick walls of her tunnel.

At this point she didn\'t really believe that she could cum twice, and was only, in a malicious way, attempting to make him suffer. There would be plenty of time for more sex during the remainder of her shore leave.

But she did drop a hand to her cunt and start rubbing her hard clit. That always felt nice, so she wasn\'t going to miss the opportunity.

She quickly discovered that a cock that long and that fat, filling her completely, even when she was setting the pace, was even more devastatingly effective than the inexhaustible moulded shaft of her beloved machinery on board the Wolfhound.

For the first few strokes, the pleasure was so unexpected and intense that she forgot all about Paul and the fact that she was furious about cumming too early, and just lifted herself up and down, fingers not even working furiously at her clit as she felt waves of euphoria shoot from her cunt every time she dropped down onto him. Then his hips started rolling from side to side, and she discovered that even a man who was stretched out and tied down wasn\'t entirely helpless.

He was so fat that when he moved he stretched her, instead of just rubbing, and that made her knees so weak that she could barely move, and that put her at his mercy.

No matter how hard she struggled to get a grip on herself, the grip her cunt had on his cock made it impossible, and with with the cock that her cunt had a grip on, she wasn\'t going to be able to relax if it started hurting her.

Which might start happening if she started moving, so maybe her complete inability to move was a good idea.

His hips kept rolling from side to side, and her hips started to twitch in response, which made the effect even more powerful, then she lost all ability to notice what was going on.

Then she came again.

She started screaming before she came, then started screaming louder when her juices gushed out around his cock, then hit a pitch that even she didn\'t know she was capable of when he came inside her like a shotgun.

By the time he had finished, there was more cum - from both of them - covering his hips than there was inside her.

If she had been left with any energy, instead of collapsing forwards onto his chest still too vague to notice, she would have cleaned him off with her tongue.

Part 3 of Bizarre

Ruggles fell asleep next to Wim, who was shaken about the whole issue concerning the mysterious man they had seen before. Ruggles assured him that everything would work out, but it wasn\'t working.\Come on Wim, it\'s alright! You know, I never knew my parents. I\'m fine. I meanI want to leave this place, but it\'s fine if you stay.\\That\'s not the problem. I don\'t want to go back.\ Wim said crying\That\'s what I meant, you don\'t need to go back.\\But I mean I have a responsibility there. And I\'m the prince. Do you know what that means?\\No.\\It means that I could get killed. They\'ll assassinate me and take over the throne. I\'m the youngest and if they kill everybody else, I\'m the only one left. I\'ll jsut get shot. It\'s gonna\' happen if I go back. I need to stay here.\ Wim whispered\Fine!\ Ruggles said frustated by these things

At night Ruggles dreamed he was with the most beautiful girl. She was shorter than him, had blue eyes and black hair and beautiful breasts. Her butt wasn\'t boney, and had meat to it, but was not oversized. And she had a smile that could melt a rock. Her teeth were white and her skin was clear. She kissed Ruggles, making him giddy with excitement, but then he felt something strange. He couldn\'t breathe. He woke up to find the evil clone Ruggles strangling him. Ruggles to a bat and beat the evil Ruggles over the head. Wimm yelled to him to stop. But Ruggles beat his brains out of the back of his head. He saw the boy who was either him or a clone, dying while brain matter leaked out of his head and he bled to death in the bedroom.Sonic was downstairs fucking his new woman, Cassiday. Cassiday was six feet tall, and stronger than Sonic, but just as horny. Her black skin was glistening with sweat from all the fast fucking she had endured from Sonic. Sonic three orgasms during sex with her, but heard the commotion upstairs.He ran up to find Ruggles hovering over the dead Ruggles. Sonic came up into the room, but Ruggles pointed the revolver at him. Ruggles didn\'t realize the gun wasn\'t ready to fire, being it was on safety. He knew nothing about guns. Sonic swatted the gun away and squeezed Ruggles ball sack. He put his balls on a table and threatened to pull them off, if Ruggles didn\'t calm down. Sonic made a fist and pounded down on Ruggles\' balls. They didn\'t pop or break, but Ruggles was still in pain. Sonic threw Ruggles on the corpse and him fuck it. Ruggles refused, but then Sonic took his gun and pointed it at him. Wim sat in the corner helpless and encouraged Ruggles just to give the corpse anal for a bit and leave. Ruggles did so and tears rolled down his face. He collapsed after only five pushes up his own self\'s anus. He lay unconcious over the body and felt his own brain.Sonic suddenly took Wim to the basement of the mansion. Ruggles didn\'t know why and followed them. But all of the sudden, Cassiday came to him. Her big F-cup tits hanging out and her hairy pussy was wet.\Your so cute! I love your little cheeks!\ Cassiday said\Thanks! you have nice breasts.\ Ruggles said uneasily\Thank you.\ she replied giggling

Suddenly, she sat on him. he felt back on a sofa, while she sat facing him on his lap. He was mesmerized by her tits and he touched them. She rubbed his thighs creating warmth going from his legs up to his cock. He guided her hand towards his boner, which had just shot up. He was falling for it . He had been seduced. She unzipped his pants and played with his cock. She finally put in inside of her and went up and down. She told him to slap her. When Ruggles was reluctant, she slapped him. He slapped her back, and she slapped him harder. This went on for three minutes, until she bent over his mouth. Ruggles rimmed her while she strained. Surely she wouldn\'t shit in his mouth, he thought. But she did. It exploded out fast and Ruggles was disgusted. His mouth was filled with grayish brown shit. But he swallowed it like a pro would, he didn\'t ruin the mood she was in.Sonic walked out with Wim, who was disoriented beyond belief. He was still standing, but barely with a stream line a drool coming out of mouth. In a daze he knocked over an expensive black vase and even ate a spider mistaking it for a snack, He tripped and hit his head, which brought him back to relaity, but he had a pounding headache. Sonic showed the boys to their rooms and shut the door.\What did he do to you Wim?\ Ruggles asked\I can\'t remember! I don\'t know!\ Wim said through his tears\Look Wim , it\'s alright\ Ruggles repliedRuggles knew Wim was being hypnotized or brainwashed. That would have explained his bizarre behavior and his naivety. But there were still important things at stake. Who was Cassiday was the new mystery. Killing his other self was traumatic, but he had forgotten about that, even though the corpse was next to the bed.Perhaps Sonic has something against the royal famiy of Neon 8 and for that he kidnapped the prince. He brainwashed the prince to inflict a minor form of amnesia upon him and also to make him forever faithful. Wim didn\'t know what to believe or who to believe. Ruggles seemed to be the best bet though. Wim asked Ruggles about why they were at the mansion. Ruggles had less of an idea than Wim did.Over the next few days Wim would sit in a bathtub, filled with milk, and watch television, for hours and hours. There was nothing to do except sit there and watch. But one day he noticed something. He heard someone upstairs . Playing the same stuff he was. When he went upstairs he found that there was a man there. The man was Lance Vinograd. He was drinking absinthe and swirling around in his chair, surrounded by televisions and radios. There was news about the worlds and the media all around him. Wim quietly asked the man what he was doing in the house.

\Excuse me, mister, but what is your.um.uh.name?\\I am Lance Vinograd, the king of media. You ask why I am here and I\'ll tell you. I\'m here to collect information, all information for Sonic. You see Jethro Sonic is a notorious fellow. He has lovers but also many haters out there, and I am here to find out about the latter.\\So why do you watch these women\'s health ads? They don\'t help you, do they?\\I watch all news and programs\Wim looked around a saw a theremin sounding in the corner and saw many televisions and wires around.\What\'s going on?\ WIm asked\I was about to ask the same when I saw your hair. I watch all TV, but I\'ve never seen anything like that!\\Very funny!\ Wim saidWim left to tell Ruggles about the man. But Ruggles stopped Wim and told him to look ahead. They saw the lesbian couple, playing with a horse\'s penis. They held onto to it firmly and stroked on it. It finally ejaculated onto one of them and they giggled. Ruggles looked through binoculars in order to view the closer. He noticed they were both missing fingers, but that was the only thing he noticed. They were beautiful, but that was of no use to know.\Who are these girls?\ Wim asked Ruggles\I can\'t tell you.\ Ruggles respondedThey sat on the steps of the mansion talking about the life they lived. Was it worth sitting around doing nothing and getting raped or hypnotized, no it wasn\'t. But they wouldn\'t know how to leave.Meanwhile, Sonic dreamed pf disturbing things during his slumber. He dreamt of turning Wim into a porcupine/boy. he dreamt of a logical way to do so. When he woke up, it seemed like a good idea. So he plotted to have Wim killed so he perform the experiment.Wim walked away from Ruggles, wondering exactly why he was here. It was the first time he ha questioned his existence. He walked straight to the couple, who were still jacking the horse. They motioned for him to walk over, so he did. But when he got over he saw something, no boy ever needs to see.Ruggles went into the mansion to look for Cassisday, but was stopped by the man.\Who are you!?\ Ruggles asked\I\'m RC-0067. I was sent here to find your friend and only him.\ the man, or RC-0067 replied\Are you a robot?\\No! They just call me that.\\Why?\\I don\'t know why\

Suddenly Sonic looked at the man and ran towards him. He shoved him onto a table and took a metal pipe and tried to hit him. But RC smacked Sonic\'s fist away before the punch touched him. Sonic grabbed RC\'s big neck. He strangled him for a few seconds, until RC put a switchblade inside of him and threw him to the ground. He bled from his stomach and tried to hold his intestines in. RC put his foot over Sonic\'s face. Sonic grabbed the blade and drove it into RC\'s Achilles\' tendon. RC fell down and crawled over to a laser gun. He grabbed it and fired, but a normal laser didn\'t come out. A bizarre hyper beam fired off, almost killing Ruggles.Ruggles ran off afraid. He looked for Wim, but he was gone. So were the lesbians. Cassiday frightened by sneaking up on him. She said that she hadn\'t seen Wim, and opened in her legs and spread her pussy. Ruggles said that this was no time for such an act. Sex, who would want that? Well many want it (like those reading this), but not in this situation. Ruggles went off with her, disregarding the strange occurences from before.In the end, this day was one of the better ones Ruggles had had recently. But it wasn\'t over just yet.

Part 3 of BJ Blue Chronicles

I awoke in the morning and opened my eyes. To my surprise, Wanda was still sleeping. I thought for sure she would have snuck out during the night and gone to a friend\'s house. I watched her sleep for about 10 minutes before I spoke, \Wake up,\ I said. She stirred slowly and finally opened her eyes. It was apparent she had been crying most of the night. \Did you have fun last night?\

She looked more than a little bitter and responded, \What do you think asshole? I was gang raped. Was I supposed to like it?\

\You weren\'t gang raped. You were simply punished,\ I corrected her. I went on to explain to her that I had witnessed her fuck fest earlier in the evening and that I left to figure out what I was going to do about it.

\I\'m sorry I did it,\ she said, \I never meant for it to happen.\

\How long have you been doing this to me?\ I asked her.

\It started a couple of months ago. We met at the bar one night and I couldn\'t stop myself. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn\'t say no.\

\Believe it or not, I\'m not angry anymore. I got the anger out of system last night. Now, we\'re going to have some fun.\

\What kind of fun?\ she asked apprehensively.

\For years, I\'ve been begging you for something to liven up our sex life. You\'ve always told me you wouldn\'t do it because you were a married woman. Now that I know that doesn\'t mean anything to you, you have no excuses left.\

\It does mean something to me! I said I was sorry.\

I went into great detail about the things I had planned. I told her about all the things she would be doing. I didn\'t ask her once if she would do them; I told her. I was planning to bring home a girl from the bar that night for some action and she was going to enjoy it. At the very least, she was going to make me think she enjoyed it. She listened the entire time. When I was finished, she asked me \And if I say no?\

\Then I\'ll move out, and begin the tiresome process of explaining to everyone in town what a whore you are. I\'d hate for it to come to that, but I will if I have to.\ I was trying not to show any emotion, but I couldn\'t fight the grin that crept to my lips. I kissed her and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and dress. As I started to wash myself I realized my cock was hurting pretty bad from the ass ramming I had given Wanda. If my dick was this sore, I couldn\'t imagine how bad her poopchute was burning. I finished showering and dressed. When I walked out of the bathroom, she walked past me without speaking and locked the bathroom door behind her. \The Preparation-H is by the sink,\ I told her through the door as I walked away laughing to myself.

I went to the computer to check my email and then I made myself a sandwich. I figured I\'d watch a baseball game on my big screen all afternoon and then head to the bar after supper. She didn\'t speak to me the entire day, and I didn\'t mind a bit. I watched the ballgame but I couldn\'t concentrate. My dick was hard the whole day because it knew what was coming later that night. I knew it would be no problem finding a girl who would do what I had in mind. Many women are open to the idea of eating a little pussy. You just have to figure out which ones. I knew of about a dozen or so and I was pretty sure that at least one of them would be at the bar.

At around 8:00 I told Wanda I was heading uptown. \I\'ll be back around midnight. Be ready for a wild night.\

\I don\'t want to go down on a woman. It\'s gross. Can\'t I just suck your cock instead?\ This was the first time she had complained since I laid out the plan to her, but I expected it.

\You may get to suck my cock and you may not. But the lovely young woman I bring home with me will. I have other things in store for you.\ I went to the car and headed uptown. It only took about 5 minutes to get to the bar, and parking was easy. I was early enough, and after I grabbed a beer, I had no problem finding a corner table where I could scope out the action and pick a fitting prospect.

After about an hour of drinking and watching, I looked up and one of my rug-munching candidates was approaching. When she was about 25 feet away, Kid Rock\'s \Early Morning Stoned Pimp\ came on the jukebox behind me. It was like a sign that this would be the one. When the song came on, everything went in slow motion and I stared at Angie as she got nearer to me. \Hey Sexy! Can I get you a beer?\ I figured I would start working on her right away. If I could home before midnight, that was just more sex I could have.

\Sure, BJ. I\'ll take a Bud Light.\ I got up to buy her one, and after I put it down on the table, I pulled her chair out for her. \Thanks. Anything going on tonight.\

She was quite hot, and I was already picturing her nipples in my wife\'s mouth and I had a pretty big smile on my face. \Funny you should ask,\ I told her. \I was hoping there would be something going on tonight. But I\'ll need your help to make it happen.\ We had been flirting for years, and I was pretty sure she would be receptive to the idea. She knew my wife, but they merely acquaintances. I gave her the details of what I wanted from her. I told her about the black man I found banging Wanda and how I dealt with him. I even told her what Jim and I had done to Wanda.

\Jesus. Don\'t you think that was a bit harsh?\ she asked.

\Which one? What I did to her or him?\

\Wanda. Is she okay?\

\She\'s fine. We didn\'t hurt her. We made her backside a bit sore, but that\'s all. I never punched her. She just won\'t be sitting properly for awhile.\ I continued with the details of what I wanted her to do. \I know you\'re not averse to this type of sex, and I would love to see it. Of all the women I could have asked, I picked you. That should tell you something.\ I knew I was getting to her.

\I have no problem doing it with a woman, but I don\'t want to get involved in something that\'s going to piss her off. I just love sex.\ What a perfect attitude. I was so glad she was the one to show up tonight.

\Don\'t worry about it. I know that you will make it so good for her, that she can\'t be pissed when she\'s done. Is it possible for a woman to be pissed when she\'s coming? I know I can\'t do it. Make her come and you know you\'re safe.\ After about 5 more beers, she agreed to do it and we left. I told her where to park at my house and she followed me home. I was going to be home about 45 minutes early and I was excited. Angie walked with me to the back door of the house, and I paused before I opened the door. I gave her a kiss and thanked her. God she was beautiful.

We walked in through the kitchen and into the living room. My wife was wearing her nightgown and sitting in my chair watching television. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn\'t actually think I would find anyone. \Honey, remember Angie?\ I asked her.

\Hi Wanda. We\'re gonna have some fun tonight.\ Angie smiled.

Wanda still didn\'t say anything. I walked over to her and extended my hand. I looked at Angie and told her, \Go on in the bedroom and make yourself comfortable.\ I pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and that\'s where she went. I pulled Wanda from the chair and rubbed her breasts as I kissed her. She wasn\'t fighting me, so she must have finally accepted the idea and was ready to try it. \Why don\'t you go in the bedroom too, I\'ll be there in a bit\? She did as she was told, and I went to catch a buzz.

I sat at the computer desk and rolled a nice tight joint. I was amazingly calm considering that my number one lifelong goal was about to be realized. I went to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Wanda and Angie were lying on their sides, facing each other and talking. They were both nude already. I guess Angie must be a pretty convincing woman. They both looked up when I came in. \I see you\'re getting along. Wanna listen to some music?\

\Sure. What you got,\ Angie asked me.

I put a CD that I had made up into my stereo. Since Kid Rock was still on my mind from the bar, that\'s what I played. I turned out the overhead light and turned on the nightlight for some nice mood lighting. \Devil Without a Cause\ was the first tune. By the time Joe C came through the speakers proclaiming that he was \Three foot nine with a ten foot dick,\ the girls were kissing passionately. I knew Wanda would enjoy this.

Angie rolled Wanda onto her back and gently kissed her way down her tits and belly. She paused for a few moments to suck gently on each nipple. As she did this, her hand roamed down into my wife\'s already wet pussy and began to run two fingers in and out. My wife was beginning to moan and she spread her legs apart to allow Angie to put her face between them. Angie was doing a hell of a job on my wife\'s pussy. She very slowly turned around and positioned her bush in Wanda\'s face. I walked around to the other side of the room to watch my wife work. She appeared to be having a great time and buried her face deeply into Angie\'s cunt. I watched them play for nearly 30 minutes before I joined them. I\'ve spent 20 years of my life praying for this day, there\'s no way I was going to rush it.

When I finally did make my move, I went to Angie first and ran my hands over her gorgeous ass. She moaned now as I ran my fingers into her pussy from behind. She was still on my wife\'s face, so I had to share the bush with my wife\'s eager tongue. I moved to the other end and climbed onto the bed. I went between Wanda\'s legs and inched my hard cock into Angie\'s mouth when she looked up at me. She fingered Wanda\'s pussy with three fingers now as she went to work on my tool. This woman definitely had had some experience in the bedroom. She sucked my cock like an expert.

After only a few minutes, I felt the engine start to boil. I was gonna go soon. I grabbed the back of her head, but it wasn\'t necessary. She wasn\'t going anywhere. I shot what seemed like a gallon into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and looked upset that there wasn\'t more. As I pulled my dick from her mouth, she went back to Wanda\'s pussy and by now, they were both drenched. They kept this up for another hour. I sat in the corner listening to the stereo and waiting for them to calm down a bit. I hated to interrupt them. I did eventually. But that\'s another story.

Deputy Duffys Christmas Tale

A lone snowflake fell from the December Vermont sky. In just two weeks time, Santa would be making his rounds to little boys and girls everywhere. If the fable were true, Daisy and Felicia (the Johnson girls,) as they were known, would be getting coal in their stockings this year.

Their mother Beth had seemingly had enough of her daughters floundering ways. It had been nearly six months since they graduated high school and they still didnt have jobs, nor were they seriously looking. Beth had always preached college, and their futures, but they seemed content on living large, off of their parents bank account that their parents had worked so hard to build.

Beth decided that she had finally had enough of the charity cases that her 18 and 19-year-old daughters had become, while reading her last credit card statement.

You do what I say or else! Beth warned her daughters after another lengthy spiel about responsibility. She had also just informed them that they would do something for Christmas this year that would raise money for the (Feed the Hunger Program,) that was near and dear to her heart. The proud Bank President knew all weren\'t as fortunate, as her family, and she felt like it was time her daughters learned that.

After their mother departed, the girls sat on the living room couch, sulking. They were more than a little perturbed at their mothers sudden request. They couldnt believe that their mother wanted them to be elves, for a Christmas special, at some record store. They also felt that their mother was serious in her threat to cut them off, if they did not.

Back in his record store office, Bob Stanley hung up the phone with glee. He had just finished his conversation with Beth, who finished it, by confirming that her daughters were indeed on their way.

Oh this is gunna be one fine Christmas after all, Bob said, an evil Grinch-like smile on his face. Mr. Stanley was their next door neighbor and had been watching the Johnson girls grow up for the last ten years, from a far. Watching them blossom into womanhood and Bob couldnt wait to see just how much they blossomed, up close.

The girls, dressed in sweatshirts and jeans, keys in hand, made their way to the parents SUV, which they seemingly claimed as their own, as always arguing about whom was driving.

I still cant believe shes making us do this! Daisy, the younger of the duo, moaned, winning the driving argument.

No shit, Fucking Elves, for some Cock-Sucking Santa, like were little fucking kids! The older Felicia, who had a mouth on her, that would make a sailor blush, barked out. She was also a little pissed that her sister was driving her SUV.

As they drove, Daisy reminded Felicia about the last time they were in Bobs Record Store, which was hosting the Christmas special. Felicia however remembered all to well the outfits the sales girls had to wear, no more than white short skirts with white bikini tops, and high heels.

Oh yah and remember their fucking tops? Felicia cried.

Daisy just nodded, she remembered that they all had the store owners name on them (Bobs,) which Daisy thought was funny at the time, because of what you get if you add an extra O. What she didnt find funny was that their tops were made of a fine thin material, and all their nipples could clearly be seen. It was no wonder Bobs Records was one of the leading sellers of CDs, in a shrinking market.

Pulling into the parking lot, it was tough for Daisy to find a space, as Bobs was packed yet again. Finally finding one out back, they brushed their blonde hair and touched up their make up, before walking into the store. They just shook their heads at the two sales girls behind the counter, and the ones wondering about. Daisy wondered how they could stand the stares from the mostly teenage boys, who flooded the store. While Felicia just called them all whores, under her breath.

A busty blonde sales girl named Wendy, greeted them and led them to Bobs office, at the back of the store. Bob, who was talking on the phone, waved them in as his eyes lit up. The girls made their way in, and stood awkwardly, in front of his desk, as there weren\'t any chairs to sit in.

While Bob chatted away, their eyes scanned the room, it seemed to be a combination locker room, work office. There were lockers to the right and a bathroom to the left, complete with an open shower area and two stalls. There were also two sinks with matching makeup mirrors.

Hi girls glad you could make it, Bob said hanging up the phone. Your mom said you were to be elves for my Christmas special, no?

The girls just nodded, as they were still getting adjusted to the strange environment, as his office wasnt what they expected.

Ah very good, you should make fine elves, Bob said trying to contain his libido. And then maybe you come work for me. Your mom says you need jobs, no?

This time only Daisy offered a nod.

Thats good Im always looking for some Hotties like yourselves. Bob teased. Good for business yah see.

Yah, but were not interested! Felicia quickly snapped, as she hated pet names, but more it was the way he was looking at them. Like he always did. Seemingly undressing them with his eyes. Felicia just gave him the dirtiest of looks as she thought. Like we would ever be interested in a middle aged, slightly balding, penisaly challenged man.

Not interested in a job eh, Bob moaned. Did I mention the job starts at 15 bucks an hour?

Really? Daisy snapped, her sister quickly elbowing her. Hey!

Well think about it, Bob said just as the office door opened. Youre late Amber.

The girls turned to see a young woman enter the office, they quickly noticed she was tall and blonde, which seemed to be the profile around here. The girls watched and gasped, when the woman moved in front of a locker and started to unbutton her blouse.

Whats she doing? Daisy whispered to Bob.

Changing for work, Bob said, rather matter-of-factly.

Right fucking here? Felicia chirped.

Yah, this is the only office, so we all share it. Bob said, a quick sly smile escaping.

But doesnt she see us? Daisy again whispered.

Yah, but this is where I interview all my girls, Bob said, shrugging his shoulders. They get used to it.

But you, youre a guy! Felicia spat.

Oh Wow and your mother said you weren\'t that good in the sciences! Bob said rather smartly.

What she doing now? Daisy asked, as the woman passed behind them, and before Felicia could respond to Bobs quip.

Showering, all the girls do that, likeem smelling good when theyre at work, plus the wet look is in right now, Bob said proudly.

Yah but, Daisy moaned, the woman seemingly oblivious to their stares.

Yah but I need yah to fill out these forms, for the elves gig. Bob said, interrupting Daisy.

What are these Fucking for? Felicia shot.

Insurance purposes, and watch that tongue! Bob snapped.

Pens in hand, the girls started to fill out the paper work. Felicia couldnt help but notice that Bob had turned his attention to the showering girl, who had shut off the water and was now soaping her body from head to toe.

Oh, ah just checking out her boob job, paid for it myself, Bob mumbled when Felicia flashed him a dirty look when their eyes met. Back to your paperwork.

Daisy, handing her paperwork to Bob whispered, oh man whats she doing now?

Body oil, keeps yah skin soft, smells good too. Each girl even likes to pick out her own scent. Bob said with pride, as he watched the womans seductive actions.

The woman, her body glowing, moved over to the make up table. Six eye balls moving with her until Bob gave the girls, who were both still amazed at what they were witnessing, more paperwork to fill out. For the charity, he explained.

The blonde woman moved back over to her locker and began putting on her uniform, as the girls finished up their paperwork.

Girls this is Amber, Bob said, introducing the women when she finished.

Nice to meet yah. You here for a job interview? The glowing, wet slicked back haired, Amber asked.

No, for the Christmas special charity thing, Felicia nervously snapped.

Oh that, oh well, but my you two ought to raise a few bucks, Amber said looking over the girls, before turning to Bob. Sorry Im late boss, my car battery died.

Yah that happens, Bob moaned, which surprised Daisy, who was thinking of how understanding of a boss he was.

Do you want to take your punishment now or later? Bob asked.

Ah I guess now, lets get it over with, Amber mumbled after giving it some thought, while the girls just looked on perplexed. Daisy had a strange feeling she might be wrong about Bobs bossing skills.

Ok, then assume the punishment position, Bob barked out, as he rose from his seat. Daisy knew she was wrong now.

The girls watched in stunned silence, as Amber moved over to the side of Bobs desk and flipped up her tight skirt around her waist. Their eyes widened, as she leaned forward, placing her elbows on the desk, resting her chin in her hands, all while her back arched. A small gasp slipped from Daisys lips at the womans lewd position, while Felicia stood hand on mouth, heart racing.

No need to be frightened girls, but call me old fashion but I believe Corporal Punishment works the best. Bob said, as he moved behind Amber. A little lickin for this kitten and she might be on time, next time.

The girls looked at each other as if their ears were playing tricks on them, and then their eyes as they watched Bob slowly pull Ambers panties down to her knees, even though she was wearing a small thong.

Ready Amber? Bob said moving to her side, while he patted her naked ass cheek. Amber instinctively responded by arching her back even more, just before Bobs hand came slicing through the air, landing on its target with a stinging slap, which caused all three of the girls to shudder. Bobs hand lingered on Ambers left ass check as he softened the stinging blow, with soft circles. Four more blows followed in quick secession, as the girls watched helplessly.

Finally Bob pulled up Ambers panties, but not before he checked out his handy work, which left Ambers left ass check with a soft pink glow. Off you go, have a good shift.

Thank you Boss, Amber mumbled, pulling down her skirt, as she walked past the other girls, head hung low.

What the fuck was that? Felicia whispered into her sisters ear. And what the fuck are those, she said this time a little louder, her eyes spotting the two video cameras behind them, hung high, in the far corners.

Those, Bob said hearing her last question. Those are surveillance cameras, as we count money in this office. Wanna see?

Bob rolled his chair over and opened the doors to the large cabinet next to his desk. He loved showing off his security system that he spent so much on and spent so much time watching

See there you are, Bob teased, pointing to the screens.

Wow, was all Daisy could moan to her sister, as she spotted the bank of TV monitors.

Bob explained that two of the screens were of his office and there were six for the stores interior and two for the exterior. What surprised Daisy the most was the fact that the monitors werent in black in white, but in living color.

What surprised Felicia the most was the stunning display that they just witnessed was captured all on tape. What Bob didnt tell the girls was that there were two hidden cameras, one in the top of a locker, and the other in the wall clock that hung over his desk.

But the girls frigging change in here as well! Felicia snapped, as she couldnt hold it in anymore. You tape them changing?

Yah, it helps prevent thievery, if the money is right at the end of the night, and if nothing happens, we just tape over the tapes. Bob said, of which only the five first words were true.

But still, I mean they shower too. Like that blonde chick just did! Felicia barked. And then that spanking thing.

Its like I said before, plus no one sees the tapes if there isnt a problem, but me, Bob said knowing he was going to hell anyways, so what was one more lie. In truth, Bob had made a pretty penny selling his little tapes in the far east, were there is quite the market for voyeur tapes of American women. Of course he kept a copy for himself and his buddies to enjoy, but selfishly kept the two hidden camera tapes all to himself.

So you have, like, seen ever girl that has ever worked here, you know? Daisy embarrassingly tried to ask.

Naked, yah I guess so, at one time or another, Bob said proudly. And almost every girl that has applied here as well.

What the? Both girls managed.

Yah its part of the job interview, I have to see how they look in my uniform, as I have a reputation to uphold. Bob said patting himself on the back.

So you have them, what change in front of you? Felicia hissed.

You make it sound dirty; its like I said, this is the only office thats all, Bob said a little flustered.

Yah but still, thats so. Felecia started.

Its simple, my store, my rules, it not that big of a deal anyways, Bob said, not really believing the last part of it himself.

I just cant believe they would do that, dont they have any pride? Felicia snapped.

Pride? I am sure many of them are very proud of how they look, Bob said, but followed with. Ok honestly, some just need a good job and I provide that and more.

Still, Felicia moaned.

Look this isnt high school anymore Sweetie. This is the real world, and I think its time for you to grow up, and stop sucking on your Mommas Tit! Bob snapped.

Fuck you, you perverted, fucking cock-sucking,

Stop it you ass! Daisy cried, slapping the back of Felicias head, interrupting her tirade. Hes right, grow up.

All right break it up, or get out, Bob barked, ignoring Felicia\'s one fingered response.

Look your Mother said you were up for this, but I think you two should go apply at McDonalds or something, this gig takes a set, Bob hissed.

Were sorry really, Daisy moaned. I mean we really wanna help out the hungry.

Bob figured it was best to stall a few minutes now, so he made a meaningless phone call, giving a few minutes to let Felicia\'s blood pressure cool.

Are you both ready to continue? Bob asked, after he talked to his dog Spot, on his home answering machine. It took a couple of minutes for both of the girls to finally agree.

Ok but I know were going to have a Hissy fit again, but I have your elves costumes right here and I have to see if they fit and everything, Bob said, sarcasm dripping off his words.

Oh yah, well give them to us and well call yah from home and let yah now, Felicia answered rather wisely and Daisy quickly moaned. Yah that sounds good.

Cant, I have a couple of other girls coming in later, just in case, he lied. Now lets just try these on.

The girls watched as he put two small plastic bags, that held the elf uniforms, on his desk. Bob leaned back in his office chair and matched the girls poses, by folding his arms across his chest too, before he barked. Now take off your clothes.

What? The girls screamed simultaneously.

You heard me! Bob barked, snapping forward, slamming a fist into the table. Get naked!

But,

No buts, I have to personally make sure everything fits! Bob barked louder then their pleas, as he was used to this part.

Cmon Bob, the girls moaned.

And I have to check out the merchandise, I mean see how you look in them, your costume that is. Bob said a bit flustered, as his mind already pictured them in the buff.

Cmon lets get the fuck out of here Daisy, Felicia snapped, as she tugged on her sisters sweatshirt. Im sure when we tell mom about our scummy neighbors request, she will understand.

Youre forgetting one thing, Daisy said, turning to her sister, her voice trembling. Mom was one of the elves last year.

Yah she was, Bob said, his mind rushing back to when their very mother stood in their very steps. His golfing buddy and next door neighbors wife. The proud Ivory League Graduate, stripping to the skin. All in the name of charity, all in front of Bobs hungry eyes. Bob almost shook with excitement, as he remembered the good fight she also put up before her fancy panties hit the floor. Its also one of his favorite tapes to watch.

But theres no way she. Felicia finally moaned. I mean why would she send us if she knew?

Maybe she is trying to teach us a lesson or something? Daisy moaned.

Maybe shes a cunt! Felicia barely finished her vulgar comment when Daisys slap found its mark across her face.

Shes our mom, you retard! Daisy snapped and then grabbed one of the plastic bags that were on the desk, as a dazed Felicia rubbed her cheek.

What the fuck are you doing? A still stunned Felicia moaned, watching her sister through glassy eyes.

Trying on the costume. Whats it look like? Daisy mumbled, lifting her sweatshirt over her head, then tossing the other bag at Felicia. Miss Gutter-Mouth is a Little Sissy after all.

No Sa, Felicia mumbled, watching her sister slipping off her jeans next. Bob also watched, stone-faced, but oh how his insides turned.

Felicia slowly moved next to her sister, who was now standing in front of Bobs desk. Dressed only in a white half-shirt and white cotton panties. Her hands on hips, while glaring at Felicia.

Felicia looked at Bob and then her sister and then at the monitors. Debating what to do and which way to turn. She also hid a little secret behind her tough exterior. Human eyes had never gazed upon her naked body, since she hit womanhood. Not male, not female, not even her sister, as they each had their own room.

Oh she had spent many a night staring at her new bodys reflection though. Wondering why god had made her breasts so big? Her nipples so puffy? She also wondered why he would make her hips flare, her ass so prominent? Oh how she yearned to be little again, when things were easier, life simpler. So much so that she hid her womanly curves under large clothing, even trying to cheat Father-Time, by shaving off all of her light pubic hair.

Felicia where did yah go? Daisy said snapping her fingers, breaking Felicia\'s storybook like trance. I mean help me out here.

Felicia understood her sisters plea, as they locked eyes. Taking a deep breath, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Cant yah just turn around or something, Felicia said turning to Bob, who just crossed his arms, as he had waited too long to avert his eyes now.

With a frown, Felicia turned to face her sister again and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, her blue sports bra coming into view. At least shes family, she thought. After removing her boots, she again faced her sister and slipped off her jeans.

See that wasnt so hard, Daisy whispered, trying not to laugh at her sisters large white, granny like panties.

If you only knew? Felicia thought, as she trembled with embarrassment. Bob, thinking how much he enjoyed his job, hid a wide smile, yet there was still work to be done.

Daisy emptied her bag onto Bobs desk, examining her costume next. Not much here, she mumbled, her sister following suit.

Oh I almost forgot, Bob said, opening his desk draw. Your panties.

Bob rose from his seat and approached the girls, who were a little uneasy with his closeness now. He handed them each a small package.

These are our panties? Daisy moaned, at the small package.

Yah cant have yah wearing last years elfs panties. Now can we? Bob asked with a chuckle, as he leaned against the front of his desk, in-between the two girls.

No way? Felicia snapped, as she saw her sister hold them up first, before taking hers out.Theyre kind of small Bob! Daisy moaned.

Well tryem on, lets see, Bob said with glee. Yes lets see if we are naturals, just like mom! He quickly thought.

Youre kidding right? Daisy moaned and her sister followed with a few F bombs included.

Lets go, I havent gut all day, Bob snapped, as if he was growing impatient. He just had to see the treasures that they were hiding now.

Wait turn off the cameras, and I will, Daisy moaned and her sister followed. Oh yah turn those fucking things the fuck off.

No can do, there on timers, Bob said figuring they didnt have a clue about technology, and he added crossing his fingers. No one will see them.

Oh man, Daisy said turning her back to the cameras. She filled her chest with air before she started to slide her cotton panties down her legs, her sister begging her to stop. Just do it.

When Daisy stood up to change pairs, Bobs eyes lit up. Natural blondes always did that to him, as did the deep pink flesh that it did little to hide, especially when Daisy stepped into her new panties. Bob was even more delighted at his little green, mesh, thong panty selection now. Delight into delirious, when his new elf even followed his twirling finger motion with her body.

Not bad, Bob moaned, in one of the poorest choices of words ever.

Lets try on the top. Bob said, ignoring the statuesque like Felicias death ray of a glare.

What about my skirt? Daisy moaned, still felling naked.

Well that\'s easy, Bob said, as he lifted the skirt from the desk.

Velcro, he purred, as he reached around a surprised Daisys waist and squeezed the sides together.

Terrific, Daisy moaned, as she felt like this skirt was even smaller then the sales girls wore.

And now the top, Bob said trying to contain his excitement. He just loved seeing a new pair of tits for the first time. Its a little tricky, so Ill help.

I think I can manage, Daisy moaned.

We wouldnt want to ruin it, Bob said as he picked up the top. Just take off that shirt and Ill show yah, and if yah wearing a bra, lose that too.

Now hold on just a sec buddy, Felicia screamed, grabbing the top out of his hands. No way, this thing is like see-through. See Sis. No way, not in front of kids!

Kids! Bob said with a laugh. Nonsense this is an adults only Christmas special, its held upstairs after hours. You buy a CD, you get a picture with Santa and his Elves for a buck. I already have elves for the kids party. Didnt your mother tell yah?

No, Felicia snapped. A buck?

Well it still raises money for the hungry, Bob said reclaiming the top. Even more than the kids one in fact.

Pictures? Felicia moaned.

So where were we? Bob asked, as if he didnt know.

Well if its for a good cause, Daisy moaned, lifting her top over her head, just as Felicia was going to argue more. Bob instantly devouring Daisys large breasts, topped with ever so slightly, puffy pink nipples, so her pleas wouldve fallen on deaf ears anyways.

Ok this is how this goes, Bob said, as he slipped Daisy\'s arm into one sleeve of the mesh top and then the next, watching her breasts jingle and jangle.

And we tie these like this, Bob said, as he moved behind Daisy, tying it tight behind her neck.

Grabbing the two remaining pieces dangling in front. And then it ties in the front like this, Bob moaned, as he slid the material and his hands over her breasts and tied it in a bow.

Daisy squirmed away from his lingering hands. Right I see now.

What are we Fucking Porno Elves? Felicia shot, as noticed her sisters nipples could still be seen under the thin stretched material.

Sexy Elves, Bob purred and he was right. Daisy was one of the sexiest elfs yet. Oh how Bob yearned to slide down her chimney.

Slutty Elves is more like it! Felicia snapped when Bob had Daisy put her heeled boots back on and practice picking up gifts from the floor. Felicia gasping, as her sisters short skirt was doing little to conceal her bare ass cheeks.

Its a fine line, Bob oozed, admiring the view.

Oh yah Fuck-Nuts! If there\'s a line, you fucking crossed that a long time ago mister! Felicia screamed.

Get out of my office right this instant! Bob shouted. No one talks to me like that in my store!

Shes sorry, Daisy moaned, stepping in-between the two.

Fuck that I am! Felicia snapped. Im out of here.

Felicia fumingly bent down and started to pull on her jeans.

You forgot one thing smart-ass, Daisy snapped. I have the car keys.

Give them to me, you fucking bitch! Felicia screamed, as she tried to grab her sister, but with her jeans still wrapped around her knees, she quickly crashed to the floor. Bob quickly hopped up on the desk, instinctively knowing enough to get out of the way.

Not a chance, if I have a living breath in me! Daisy cried, jumping on top of Felicia, flailing away with blows to the sides of Felicia\'s head, who was deflecting most of them with her arms.

No We Are Doing This! Daisy screamed. For once we are going to listen to mom, and its only for one night, and its for a good cause, and a million other reasons!

Yah like what? Felicia asked, as the blows stopped.

Oh like for starters, Daisy said, as she flipped her sister over and sat on her lower back. Its always been you and me. I even think you stayed back on purpose, so wed be in the same grade, and you\'ve caused me grief ever since.

Bob watched in stunned horny silence as Daisy unsnapped Felicia\'s sports bra, then struggled to get it free from the protesting girl.

Like when you got us kicked out of Brownies, Daisy hissed as she finally won the tug of war for her sisters bra and tossed it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes, now strewn about. Oh and then there was band, then softball and lets not forget I couldnt date until you did. Well we know how that went.

Daisy suddenly spun around and smacked Felicia on the ass, no its time I do something mom and dad should have done a long time ago.

Daisy grabbed Felicia\'s underwear and pulled it down to her knees, but not with out a struggle, as her sister struggle mightily to prevent it. The sounds off tearing fabric filling the room, before it was replaced with the sound of a quick slap finding flesh.

Please no, not this! Not here and not in front of him! Felicia cried, as a second slap made her ass cheek quiver.

Please in case you havent noticed Bobs a bit of a pervert and I dont think he will mind, Daisy said, giving Bob a dirty look. Bob was helpless to respond, as he was doing his best to hide his erection with his hands.

Plus he gave me the idea in the first place, moaned Daisy, whose top had slid up over her breasts. She continued her spanking, until both of Felicia\'s ass cheeks glowed with her handprints. Bob simply watching, loving every ass smacking blow.

Now get up and try on your costume, and stop crying you pussy. Daisy teased, as she pulled Felicia to her feet. Put these on first.

Why are you doing this? Felicia pleaded. Why now?

Just put them on. Daisy snapped, while fixing her top.

But Ill be naked, I mean hes already staring at my boobs, our boobs, Felicia said with a sniffle.

Yah I guess hes a boob guy, but in-case you havent noticed, we have big boobs in our family, so get use to it. Daisy said teasingly.

Felicia, with a tear in her eye, finally pulled her torn panties all the way down. Suddenly, she remembered that she was shaved bald. Strangely, she thought, neither of them said a word or made fun of her. Although they were snickering at her, dont look at me Im naked, pose.

Felicia quickly slid on her new panties, still giving Bob an eye full. The skirt was next, the Velcro barely making it around her hips. Daisy helped with her top next, which seemed even tighter than her own. It left Felicias puffy nipples on full display. Felicia finished by slipping her boots back on.

Yah happy now Bob? Daisy asked, standing by her humiliated sister, whose face now matched her ass, in the puffy and red category. We got the gig?

Bob could only nod. He had seen a lot in his days, but nothing had prepared him for the Johnston girls performance. He watched as they threw on their sweatshirts, over their costumes, and headed for the door, jeans in hand.

See yah Saturday night Bob. Well call for the time, Daisy said, as she held her sister in her arm. Oh and Bob, now you can do something with that LITTLE problem in your pants, she added with a laugh, slamming the door behind them.

Bob sat in silence for several minutes, before a wide grin came over his face as he turned to the TV monitors. He felt their tape would surely get him a few extra dollars, after it was edited, and sold over seas.

He also knew that the Johnson sisters would be raising quite a few dollars at this years Christmas Special. Bob smiled devilishly as he pictured them selling tapes of their little performance, there as well. As the distracted girls had unwillingly signed their model release forms, now locked away in his desk. Bob also felt like the girls, dressed in their sexy costumes, would be rising quite a few other things there as well.

Still here? He moaned, looking down at his pants. Now to take care of my little problem. Wait Little Problem! Ah that bitch!

Bob quickly undid his belt and pants, offering his apologies. Now who wanted Saturday night off, Oh yes Wendy, she will do just fine, he said, before calling her name into the intercom system.

Well Daisy my girl, we shall see who gets the last laugh. Bob said with evil laughter, as there was a knock on his door.

You wanted to see me boss? A young blonde woman, who had only been working there a couple of weeks asked, as she peeked in the door.

Yes Wendy come in. Bob oozed and thats exactly what he intended on doing. Ah, about Saturday night.

The End