Saturday, January 31, 2009

Red Handcuffs

by Linda Chorlton
(May 2001)

Rose-Marie lay very still, her mind though active, seemingly disconnected from the her body. She had wakened a few moments earlier, feeling langourous, still listless from sleeping. Her first thoughts were of her husband, how he had gone away to work for two days and that she didn't even remember kissing him good-bye, although she knew she must have done so. After this length together, these things happen so automatically, you do them without even remembering.

Sad to reflect, this was how far their relationship had begun to deteriorate. The thought annoyed her. Home life hadn't gone this far without establishing some sort of basicroutine. Or had he really just crept out into the early morning, leaving her deep in her dreams about...

She had been dreaming of an old lover and now her thoughts turned to her friend, the man she had,perhaps mistakenly, seduced into having illicit sex with her, on her living room carpet...years ago. It wasn't that it hadn't been fun.

Actually the thought made her both frown and smile simultaneously. The look of shock on his face when she had asked him, "How long have you wanted to fuck me?" His look of stupified delight had vanished and she had really stunned him. His cock was hard, his face a few inches from her cunt where he had been licking her into a lather, looked at her, astounded and amazed... hardly believing his ears.

It was warm and sunny in the bedroom and she felt really pleased that her husband would be away. Today she had a lunch date with her friend and tomorrow she was to see her lover. All day tomorrow. Wonderful. It had been two weeks since they had seen each other, and she was looking forward to spending the day in his arms. After eating a light breakfast, she sat down at the dining room table, read over some mail and started preparing to work on a presentation for the next week.

The doorbell rang. He was early. Not so surprising. For years he'd had a crush on her, serving and servicing her as and when she dictated. He was a nice person, odd, creative, always sexualising. It made her smile. There were some things she could always count on, things that made her feel happy and ... feminine.

Today he had a bottle of champagne. "Two years," he said, "two years since we last had lunch."

She wondered if he had come anticipating resuming where they had left off. Several times he had given her full body massages. They had been nice, pleasant and fun. But if he expected to resume such intimacy or, even more unlikely and preposterous,re- enact one of the fantasies he used to tell her about on the phone, he was due to be disappointed. Quite recently, just a few months ago he had related a fantasy which included mild violence. It had surprised her.

She didn't equate anger and violence with sexual excitement. Never had. But when she expressed dismay and wondered at his motivation , he had taken great pains to assure her that it was all only a fantasy, something he had thought she would find very exciting.

"If it bothers you, forget it," he told her on the phone. "My imagination runs wild sometimes. You know that I'm really a wimp. Over-eager. Your devoted sycophant. Why else would I go to the trouble of creating seventeen or eighteen fantasies for you?"

He made a noise, ostensibly clearing his throat. "Of course in college I was different. In those days I was a monster, a macho bully whose only desire was to sexually abuse helpless women. But I've changed. You must believe me. I've reformed!"

They had both laughed at that. In college he had been quiet, unwashed, and amusingly insecure. However, his phone fantasies had been fun, an enjoyable moment in her sometimes boring days, flattered that he had always made her the centre of the action. That was the best part. She imagined that if she wanted, he could be persuaded to do some of those fun things for her. So long as it somehow involved sex. He was a sexual obsessive. Luckily, she had better control of her life and thoughts. By now he had moved into the kitchen, twisting open the champagne cork.

"I can't drink," she said. "I have a meeting this afternoon at four."

"No problem. But you won't mind if I have a sip myself, then." He walked over to the cupboard in search of a glass. Over his shoulder he said, "What a beautiful house! I had no idea. When you said it had won awards, well, I couldn't ever have imagined."

He opened the refrigerator. "Would it be all right if I used some orange juice? How about a Buck's Fizz, champagne with orange juice. Does that sound healthy and mild enough?"

"Fine," she said, "but not too much champagne." They sat and talked about whatever came to mind. He asked her lots of questions, about her husband, about work, about her daughter. Today her daughter and the housemaid had gone for a day trip.

The little girl was talking quite intelligently already and could do her ABC's and count to twenty. She had obviously benefited from the genetic strengths of Rose-Marie and her husband. He asked about her lover. She told him about the recent afternoon session, when she and her lover had taken a bath together.

Sitting in the bubble-filled bath facing each other, first they had splashed each other with bubbles. Then, with a lascivious smile, she had boldly leaned forward, reached beneath the bubbles into the water between his legs. Taking his limp cock in her hand, she had slowly stroked him, and, when he was hard, his body trembling with desire and excitement, her hand slid up and down on his soapy cock.

This provoked him into action. He had stood up and soaped her, lathering her breasts, tweaking her nipples which were hard and like peanut shells, down to her stomach, all over her firm and rounded buttocks, and then bravely he had rubbed, stroked and caressed her cunt.

She had shaved her mound of venus, for him, and her "bald pussy" responded to his attentions by becoming a rim of pink. Still covered with bubbles they stepped out of the bath, pulled the plug and turned the shower on full hot. As the bathroom filled with steam he put a warm towel on the sink, pressed her backwards against it, and they kissed and stroked each other, their stomachs and chests and hands slipping and sliding over each other's soapy bodies as they caressed, probed and slithered, her lover's hard cock pinned to her stomach, sliding up to her breasts, slipping between her ass cheeks and anywhere else her lover could manage.

When they showered off, he had turned her round, and, as she leaned forward, her hands on the wall, he made love to her from behind. The warm shower water ran in long tickling strings of wetness off her back as he rammed his hardness into her wet secret place. Her breasts shook and she could feel him in her stomach on every stroke.

They came together, his arms wrapped around her waist, his cock shooting and spasming inside her pulsing cunt, the bathroom steamy and hot, the water streaming off them. At the end of her story, her friend asked, "What are we going to eat?"

"Well, I have some..." and she described the contents of her refrigerator.

They made do with some vegetables and cold pasta...and he indulged in another Fizz. After he had washed the dishes they sat in the study. The food and drink gave the room a warm glow in the early afternoon light. "How's your back?" he asked.

"Fine. It hasn't bothered me in months."

"May I rub your shoulders?"

He moved her onto the floor and she sat in front of him as he rubbed her shoulders and neck. As always his touch was warm. Strong and gentle. He moved down to the centre of her back. After a few minutes he guided her to lie downn her stomach.

The carpet was warm, comfortable. He was good, attentive and sensitive to her tiniest stiffness. Surprisingly he found quite a few tight spots, little circles of tension in her neck, shoulders, back and arms. Her body sank heavily into the carpet, scraps of thoughts and memories flitted through her langourous mind.

As his touch lightened slightly, she wondered if his intent had changed and his thoughts had become more sexual. It wasn't going to work this time, she smiled to herself. But his massage remained direct and unlascivious and, after a few minutes, her suspicions were allayed. Beneath his touch, her muscles melted. She felt content and pleased with life. She felt contented in the languour of sunlight, lunch and the slight hum of the champagne. He massaged her bum, very carefully, not moving onto her legs as she had expected.

"Here," he said, "I'm going to stretch your arms," and he moved away from her arse cheeks and began rubbing her arms. There was a rustling in the bag he had brought and left under the coffee table, but she thought nothing of it. The sun through the window was on her legs and it felt as though it was warming her very bones, heating her legs and flowing over them like a thick warm liquid. The weight of her breasts and pelvis in the carpet felt good. She smiled coyly.

After two years, he hadn't lost his touch with her. His massage was fulfilling, relaxing. His rubbing moved to her wrists and she noticed that he was rubbing her forearms and wrists with some soft material, something of velvet or felt. As he rubbed he lifted one wrist and then the other and put the material around them, gently lower ing the arms back to the floor. There was the sound of a belt buckle and she wondered if he was taking off his pants, perhaps to masturbate over her.

She wasn't sure she minded if he wanted to masturbate, but he was going to be disappointed if he expected her to help in any way. And he damned well had better not cum on my blouse, she thought with a start. With that annoying thought she lifted her head to see what he was doing. Her wrists were held by straps of velvet, red velvet.

As she moved to sit up she was surprised to find her wrists were fastened to the foot of the desk. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"This is stupid. I have to go to a meeting at four o'clock."

"I know. And it's only one o'clock, which gives us two hours to relax and enjoy the afternoon sun. So lie down, take a few slow deep breaths, and let me make you feel good. Please. I promise you'll only enjoy yourself. The moment you feel threatened or unhappy, I'll take them right off. Of course, with the handcuffs you have to trust me. Some people like having someone serve them, having someone lead their pleasure. There are even slave and master love games. One person is the slave for an afternoon, the next time that person gets to be the master. 'Course, slave-master is not a game I expect you'd enjoy. Unless you get to be the master. But try this with the red cuffs. Trust me."

"You had better not do anything hurt me or upset me. I'll be awfully angry" She gave him a stern look.

"Don't worry. Have I ever done anything to you that scared you or hurt you?" He was creative and sexually obsessed, but he wasn't a hurtful person. Her stern look softened.

Perhaps she should relax a little. Perhaps this would be interesting, even enjoyable. He moved her gently to lie her down and once again went to work on her neck, stretching the muscles, working slowly down her back. With a sigh she gave up and decided to see what happened before making a fuss.

With her head to one side on the carpet she noticed a pen that had rolled under the desk. But she forgot about it as her back again warmed under his touch. He worked with slow broad strokes of his hands, gently pulling the blouse out of her skirt, sliding it up to the nape of her neck. He unfastened her bra.

"You have a beautiful back, you know. Nice muscles." With his hands he drew and worked the muscles in a ripple down her back, just to the waist of her skirt and then back up, tracing circles around her shoulder blades. His hands were warm and his touch strong but gentle.

Warm repeated strokes on her back, each time a little lower until they were almost to her buttocks. She took a breath and released it with a sigh. His hands left her back. There was a pause. And then a touch on her ankles. Almost a tickling followed by a slow, firm skittering scraping of fingernails drawn gently up the insides of her legs.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a tongue crawling up the inside of your legs. An erotic slug, so to speak, seeking refuge and haven. Somewhere above the Tropic of the Knees."

"You're being silly," she said, laughing. Sliding her skirt up to her bum, he scratched gently up and down on the insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her clitoris, her tights accentuating the tingling sensation. "Does this feel good?"

And she started as she felt his tongue, ambiguous through the nylon, but a tongue clearly, on the back of her leg. The sun had moved and she could feel its heat on her naked back. The tongue, damp and warm through the nylon, moved in slow circles, advancing gradually upwards until he was licking the fabric at her crotch. Excitement started. Blood rushed to her labia, swelling them pnky.

His hands worked her buttocks, massaging deeply into them, releasing the muscles in her hips, muscles she had never really noticed before, muscles pleased to be released. Her legs moved gradually apart as he worked. His hands kneading her buttocks, his tongue massaging happily the crotch of the panty-hose.

The wetness of his mouth was beginning to be joined by a slight wetness of her own. Moments later his hand reached under the waistband of the skirt to pull down her red lacey panty, and a second after that she felt the tongue on the inside of her thigh, again making its way upwards. She felt his scratchy cheeks on the tender skin immediately below her cunt.

She shuddered. A pause and then his tongue plunged inside her, pressing the lips of her secret place apart, his hands on her thighs, then by her bum, his fingers pressing her ass, moulding it, rolling the muscles of her cheeks even as he slowly licked her. The room was starting to disappear into a swirling mist. She shivered when his lips found her clitoris and he sucked on it, pulling in gently, first with his lips and then with a gentle nibble of his teeth, sucking on it, licking it as his hands pressed her pelvis forward.

His hand pulled her bum up to give his insistent tongue better access. From the clit he moved upwards to the sensitive G-spot between ass and slit and he toyed there, the tip of his tongue teasing her, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her to swivel her pelvis in response.

She was looking to the left, her nose in the carpet. It smelled clean, the carpet smelled like the vacuum cleaner. She could see the legs of the chair a few feet away, sunlight spilling over the chair onto the floor. His tongue still doing its service to the gateway of her melting insides, he slid a finger into her cunt. She moaned and moved to make his access easier.

He added a finger and began to gently poke her wet secret place with two fingers. She moaned. "This is only the warm-up, the preview to the main event," he said breathlessly. Still sliding his finger in and out of her moist cunt, he finally moved his head away. His other hand took hold of her shoulder and pulled her onto her back. She looked up at the ceiling, and, closer, the edge of the desk.

They seemed miles a way, years in the past. He reached to his left, took a cushion from the couch and propped it under her head so she was looking across the room at a picture she and her husband had bought several years ago. Her friend's head disappeared once again between her legs.

A bobbing head was all she was aware of, and her extreme pleasures rose. She felt his hot wet lips on her clit, pulling it, working it around and around, letting it slide out and then diving back onto her cunt a second later. She bent her knees and slid her feet up, opening her knees apart.

"I'm going to take you on a fantasy, alright? See if you like this. A well-hung man you're going to meet and fuck, without so much as a word." "You're going to visit your lover," he said, "and you're at his house, for some reason or another. His wife and kids are away for the week, so you go into his house to surprise him.

But he's not there, so you change into a t-shirt and shorts and sit at the kitchen table to wait for him. There's a knock at the door and when you answer there is a man standing there you've never seen before, a very handsome man in a blue pinstripe suit with a blue cotton shirt and a lawyer's tie.

He's surprised to see you, and, in his shock, he steps into the kitchen. He is surprised, nonplussed, obviously very taken aback by your wholesome attractiveness."

"You're staring at him, admiring his square jaw, his red-brown hair, when he looks up. Your eyes meet and you know that he wants you and that you want him.

You say, "Hi," and he says, "Hi," and the two of you move towards each other until he's holding you in his arms. You press yourself against him and you can feel his cock getting hard, your own pelvis rolling and swaying against him, urging him, encouraging him. His hand moves to your breast and he holds it, playing with it, moving sl owly to squeeze your nipple through the thinness of the t-shirt, the palm of his hand feeling it, pressing it, wanting it. " "You put your hand on his cock. It's hard and hot through the wool fabric. You clutch it, squeeze it in your hand several times as he gasps, taking your other breast in his free hand, fondling it, searching for the nipple so he can roll it between his fingers.

He presses you backwards against the kitchen table so that the two of you are grinding against each other, your hand kneading his cock, his hands fondling your breasts."

"Suddenly, without a second thought, you drop to your knees, open his pants and take his cock in your mouth. You suck him, his hands caressing your hair, touching your face. He is almost ready to come, when he stands you up, pulls down your shorts. He parts you with a finger and spreads your juice over the outside of our slit and lifts you to sit on the table. He manoeuvers his cock to touch you, to slide it around the edge of your cunt pink rim. And then he slides his cock into you, standing in front of you in his suit with his fly open, his eight-inch ramrod cock probing into your eager sex."

"Your arms are around his neck, holding him as he makes love to you. You both come together, the toaster and microwave, visible over his lurching shoulder, blurring in your ecstatic vision. For thirty seconds you hold it, he slowly shrinks i nside you, you feeling the drops of cum falling to the polyurethaned oak table beneath you. He pulls away and puts his tackle into his pants. You pull up your shorts."

"'He's not home?' he asks quietly, his square jaw hardly moving, his eyes turning sleepy from spent passion."

"'No, but I expect him any minute" you reply.

"'I'll call him tomorrow,' he says, and he leaves by the kitchen door.

Your lover comes home five minutes later and as he walks from his car to the house, you rush into the bathroom to freshen up." As the masseur told the story, he slowly opened her blouse, button by button. He pulled her bra up around her neck, exposing her breasts to the afternoon sunlight. The nipples stiffened as they both watched. "Beautiful," he said. As he looked up, their eyes met and they both laughed. "Warm in here," he said, and he took off his shirt.

"Very warm in here," he said, and he pulled off his pants. He had on black bikini underwear. She could see the cock, hard and bent downwards through the taut black fabric. He stood over her, his feet on either side of her and he slowly rubbed his cock through the cotton fabric, slowly, hypnotized by the sensations he gave himself, sliding his hand up and down on its hardness. He slowly lowered himself to his knees so that he sat lightly on her belly. "I don't want you to have to dryclean your skirt," he said.

And he unzipped it, slid it down her legs and put it over a chair. She flinched as he quickly reached out of sight over her pillowed head. His hand reappeared holding a bottle of massage oil. He poured it onto his hands, rubbed them together and began to work them over her breasts. The oil smelled like sandel wood and as he applied it to her body she felt stimulated, sensitized. It was a wonderful feeling, the hot slippery oil on her breasts, on her belly, on her shoulders and neck.

She felt so calm, so relaxed from the massage and the warm sun through the window. She revelled in the rush of sensation from his oily touch on her nipples. He rolled them, squeezing them, gently spinning them free from his grasp.

"Good?" he asked. She barely nodded. His palms flat on her breasts, he massaged them, the slippery contact electric through her skin, her breasts aching to be held, cupped, worshipped. They needed attention, they needed to be relieved of this arousal which made them ache. With his forefinger and thumb he gently flicked the nipples as though they were marbles, tiny drops of the scented oil flying each time his finger touched them.

He leaned his head down and drew the nipples between his lips, teasing them, letting them pop free. He pulled them, sucking and licking them and the puckered aureoles around them. Pleasure built up inside her, flowing from her breasts to her cunt and down through her tingling legs.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. She realised a second later that her next words were going to be, "But I don't want you to." He simply shook his head "no" and rubbed her breasts in a wide sensuous circle with his hands. His right hand travelled downwards and he gently placed his fingers below her slit and drew them upwards, spreading the wetness and sending an electric shock through her body.

Suddenly she wanted something inside her, a cock, even fingers to assuage the aching she now felt in there. As he stroked the entrance to her sex, her pelvis arched off the floor in time to his stroking. He coordinated the stroking with the sucking of her nipples. Stroke, and he lifted his head, letting her left nipple release, her breast shivering, the nipple hard and erect. Stroke, his finger teasing just inside her rim of pink, sliding up and past the clitoris. Pop! he released the other nipple from his lips.

"I don't want to fuck you. I just want you to feel good. Think of men's cocks and your cunt and your beautiful breasts and the warm afternoon sun." His cock bulged beneath the black fabric. Suddenly, she wanted him to touch it.

"Take off your underwear and show me your cock. Touch it for me. And I'll sit on your face. And you'll make me cum. But first, touch yourself. You can masturbate yourself, if you want."

He stood up and took off his underwear. His cock was rigid. He licked the palm of his hand and slowly began to masturbate for her, stroking his cock as he stood beside her. His hand moved in slow strokes, the cock pulsing with each rhythmic stroke of his hand. She lay mesmerized. His balls swinging slowly beneath the cock, the purple head getting larger and darker each time he stroked his hand up its length.

His face became tense with pleasure, his mouth open, his breath whistling hoarsely at the end of each stroke. For a second he stopped and a tiny clear drop of fluid quivered on the tip of his bulging cock. His legs were locked and Rose-Marie saw the muscles of his thighs clenched, their shape hard beneath the skin.

Slowly, he resumed. And as he worked, he began to move down, kneeling over her so that his cock was almost between her oiled breasts. "I'm going to make love to them, I'm going to make love to your beautiful breasts," he whispered.

And he put his cock between her shining breasts, the sunlight relfected by the oil and sweat that now covered them. He took a breast in each hand and pressed them together around his cock. And he began to slide himself between them, the oil an d sun blanketing them, the breasts and cock and his hands a marvelous passionate focus of attention.

Rose-Mari arched her back so that her breasts were higher, so he could get his cock totally wrapped in her oiled breasts. The unbidden thought, that what would feel best was his cock in her cunt, crossed her mind. She turned her attention back to her breasts, to the slippery work of his cock, to his ass sliding on her stomach, the muscles hard beneath his weight, her breasts hot, the nipples pressing into his palms.

Again she thought of how it would feel to have his hot hardness slide slowly in and out of her vagina, her insides sucking him up, taking his cock from him and making it her own. He moved to hold her breasts in place with one hand, putting the other hand behind himself and between her legs. With his finger he began to gently stroke her clit.

"Ohhh," she said, "ohhh, that feels good. Put your fingers inside me. Please finger dip me." He moved them down and slid them inside of her. He slid his hips forward and with the tip of his cock he teased her lips. She put out her tongue and licked it .

He held it there while she slid her tongue around the tip, pursing her lips so she could take it between them and feel and taste the salty smooth skin. He slid further forward and put his cock in her mouth. However uncomfortable she may have felt an hour ago at that thought of his cock in her mouth, at this moment it felt good, a prelude to things he would do for her. As she let her lips slide over him, Rose-Marie tasted the oil from her breasts, slightly bitter in her mouth. He lightly touched her face, his fingers tracing the outline of her cheeks, her eyebrows and nose.

He ran his fingers through her hair, threading his fingers in it, pulling it lightly. The pulling of her scalp, the massaging of her hair felt good. With his fingers he touched her lips around his cock, he slid them over her lips, her saliva wet, a drop sliding down her chin and onto her neck. He pulled his cock from her mouth and moved away from her. His strong hands lifted her and turned her so she was sitting up. Sliding beneath her, he lay on his back and slid under her so she sat on his chest. Her hands lay on the top of his head, the cuffs dangling through his hair.

He began to move his tongue slowly around her clit. "Ohhh," she said, "Ohhh, that's good. Go slower." As his tongue teased her clit he brought his hands around under her arms to fondle her breasts. His chest felt oily and as he fucked her with his tongue she began to slide herself forward and back on his chest. Her ass on his oily chest felt slippery and warm, his hair tickled between her ass cheeks.

Now that she was sitting up she could see the top of the desk. The books and papers were scattered about. "I'll have to pick up later," she thought. Still eating her, he massaged her ass with one hand, kneading it and kneading the muscles deep inside. Sliding his tongue in and out of her slit, he also began to press with his upper jaw on her pelvis. She began to fuck his mouth, his tongue inside her cunt, darting over her clit, his mouth pressing forward rhythmically against her. With her arms in the cuffs she was unable to use her hands, unable to do anything except pull his hair, pulling his head forward to her, pressing her cunt and hips and ass and pelvis into his mouth, her oily hot body fucking him with a hunger she had not known.

She pressed her tits forward into his hands, her nipples standing hard and dimpled, her breasts sliding and shivering beneath his caresses. He cupped her breasts in his hands, he pinched and squeezed her nipples. For a time they loved, rhythmically making time stand still in her erotic pleasure. His lips and tongue lead her down a path of contented pleasure. After a time he stopped.

And gently moved out from under her. There was contentment in the air, a peace, the silence of siesta time in the afternoon, when all the world seems to be napping and the sound of the random car, passing by, seems muted and faraway. In the background of this afternoon haze, a soft click darted through her reverie, followed by a gentle whine. She half-opened her eyes, but he had already turned away from her.

He gently moved her back from her sitting position, putting a pillow once again under her head, making her comfortable. She felt as though she was at the beach, lying in the sun, having a dream, a fantasy brought on by a hearty lunch and strong drink. It felt wonderful lying there relaxing, her body langourous in the soft warmth of the carpet. Rose-Marie was content to lie resting, her breats warm and heavy, her cunt wet and steamy.

Down in her warm, wet, well-tended cunt, she felt a touch, a pulsing, a soft singing on the wet lips. For a second she thought it was him, that he had put his cock to her sex. The thought only seemed mildly disturbing. She decided she'd wait to stop him only if he tried to put it inside her. But he slid it around the edge of her secret place, teasing her, playing with the lips of her slit.

It felt somehow odd, somehow not quite what she expected of a hot thick cock. The singing humming thing wasn't him, it wasn't a real cock. The thought crept towards her, arriving she didn't know when, an inconsequential thought as she lay sunbathing on the beach on this delightful fantasy vacation. He moved it longways, and slid it slowly up and down, masturbating her, teasing her, pressing it for a moment against her clit, then sliding it downwards across the entrance to her passion-stained cunt.

She arched against its shivering warmth. It was hot and big and it made her tingle, sending waves of excitement through her body. She began to move against it, her body enraptured with the stroking hotness against her cunt. He changed the angle and slid it into her. Rose-Marie opened her legs, her legs pressing outwards, akimbo, to give the widest space for the blessed pulsing warmth.

He slid it in and out, in and out, making love to her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. He moved his face closer and with his tongue stroked her clitoris, at the same time loving her shivering cunt with the humming surrogate penis. Rhythmically he ran his tongue around her clit, stimulating her, working her passion higher, moving in slow circles, building her towards her climax, the mysterious plastic penis keeping erotic tempo.

Her passion built and suddenly she was unable to control her body. Her pelvis arched up to meet every thrust of the vibrator, every circle of his expert tongue. The tropical beach were she was lying suddenly became alive with men, populated with handsome naked men sporting erect penises, men lining up to serve her any way they could. The sun gleamed from the penises as they worshipped her, their cocks saluting her, helping her, urging her on in her passion.

Time lost all its meaning. In this secret place of fantasitic passion and engulfing excitement they moved together, he making love to her with his mouth, tongue and surrogate penis, making love to her in the golden heat of the afternoon sun, the room echoing dis tantly with muted love sounds, the air passionate with tropical sexual enraptured silence. Rose-Marie's face and torso were beautiful in the sunlight streaming through the window, madonna-like in their white purity, rosy and glistening with her heightened state, her state of ecstasy.

Her breasts were gorgeous and heavenly, her nipples standing out in relief, casting tiny shadows across her breasts. Her glistening stomach was outlined with muscle, her smooth-skinned legs knotted with love and passion. Her thighs pressing together and apart, involuntarily keeping the rhythm of his loving. Her toes dug into the carpet, pressing her pelvis upwards in passionate embrace of the day.

Her body shivered uncontrollably, and she cried out. "I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming!" With one hand he stroked her breasts and nipples, and with the other, clutching a singing piece of white plastic, he made love to her. She shook and arched and moaned.

Streams of colours flew through her mind, the sunlight falling across the two of them, a splash of warm gold bathing them as they achieved ultimate sexual release, maximum emotional pleasure. And then she exploded, shivering and arching and pulsing and... Just exploding. She had not cum like this for far too long, so it magnified itself, renewed, regained almost. The ecstasy lasted a year.

The ecstasy lasted a moment. Her inner self sang with joy, brimmed over, filled with emotion, with passion and love, and... and... Passion. Silence came again. An exhalation. A sigh.

And Rose-Marie lay warm and fulfilled. She paused. After the pause. "I have a meeting at four," she said. "What time is it?"

Her voice quavered slightly. He grumbled that it was all over much too soon. This was his pride talking, as he moved to get her her skirt..................

Friday, January 30, 2009

£££CREWED

by Linda Chorlton
(May 2001)

This is a story that makes us solicitors seem like arseholes to the little man in the street, but, in reality, it is a fact that the first thing an solicitor learns is to take care of "number one"--because no one else will.

In real life, it's selfish pricks like me that get the cream, the money and the best sex that's out there just for the asking--as long as you don't let your conscience stand in your way. Nice chaps only win in the cinema.

This was a standard non-support case-- a shit of a husband in a nearby town, remarried, not paying support for his kids--no money, no assets--in other words, no chance to collect. But she was determined to make him suffer, and her money was as good as the next person's, so we spent an unsuccessful morning in court, then drove back to my office.

We were discussing my fees, which she obviously didn't have, and it seemed to me that she was hinting at working out other arrangements for payment. I studied her as we talked.

She was 42, black medium length hair and sexy, flirty brown eyes that crinkled at the edges when she smiled, which was often. I liked that. I've found that women who smile easily spread their legs easily. She had huge, firm looking D cup tits, a nice round, full bum and her legs were slender with shapely calves, more accentuated by her wearing dark nylons and black high heels.

A moderately full mouth was encircled with bright red lipstick, and she kept her lips glossy and inviting by running her tongue over them frequently. She was dressed in a cheap but stylish black full skirt and white jacket, a la Littlewoods, with a semi see-through white polyester blouse.

I'm 28 years old and have always had the hots for older women, especially wearing nylons like my client's nylons. The older woman knows what a fella wants, and how to give it to him. Experience shows. Tawdriness was ill-concealed behind an exaggerated air of respectability.

She repeated often, as though assuring herself, that she was a hard working, respectable mother of two teenagers, and only wanted what was owing to her. I certainly knew what I thought she had coming to her, and I promised myself to do my damndest to give it to her before she left the office.

I stood up and walked round and sat on the edge of my desk, not even bothering to hide the growing bulge in the front of my pressed trousers. I have always been quick to transfer sexy thoughts to other parts of my body. I had a stiffy.

Heredity had been good to me, so the protuberance was not unnoticeable, and she could not miss seeing it. I am living proof of the phrase "As plain as a pikestaff".

I told her that I was open to suggestion regarding my fee, whereupon, with a playful smile up at me, she slid her chair forward without a word, and with a practiced hand, whipped down my zipper, took my bloated sack in her right hand, skinned back my foreskin with her left and plunged my throbbing "bobby's helmet" into the hot, delicious confines of her milking mouth with not even the slightest hesitation.

Her right forefinger found the sensitive little spot right behind my balls, and the scraping of her long red fingernail almost caused me to shoot my load immediately.

I could barely control my voice when, with my spasming cock making its acquaintance with my client's tonsils, I flicked on the intercom and told my secretary to hold all of my calls. I also flicked the switch that activated the video camera and microphone hidden behind the full length mirror next to my desk.

I stiffened and took several deep breaths, finally regaining control just as my prostate gave a hard twitch and forced out part of my pre-cum load. Feeling the twitch, she pulled away as the glob of sperm oozed from the tip of my cock, then just as it was about to run down the underside, she plunged it back into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could, drawing the dregs of the sperm up from deep inside of me.

Though my head was swimming, I managed a smile. Ever a lawyer, I realised that she had said nothing about what she wanted in return for her oral favours. We had no contract.

If I wanted to be dirty--and right at the moment, it felt good thinking about letting her suck me for nothing--I could set whatever terms I wanted to and be within my legal rights.

After all, the law is the law. But practically speaking, I'd have to come up with something to appease her. I thought quickly. I had been going to charge her £200.00. I mentally upped the bill to £300.00, and gave her a £100.00 discount. That way, she'd be happy, I'd get my money, and I'd get the physical and psychological pleasure of being a double winner in this deal with this living personification of my recurrent fantasies.

She was sucking like an electric milking machine by now, and the technique was unlike anything that I'd ever experienced. She'd filled her mouth with saliva and with a slight in and out movement of her head coupled with tremendous suction she was noisily surging the saliva back and forth around my ultra sensitive cockhead.

My wife hadn't been taking care of me, and the tremendous load I'd built up, coupled with the unique sensations put us on the home stretch, and she knew what effect she was causing me. I stared at her in fascination. This woman was not just giving head--she was a professional cocksucker--a craftswoman without peer.

And the surprising thing was that she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what she was doing--she seemed to be getting off herself as I approached my orgasm. Aroused, I watched her face with fascination, watching my ever burgeoning rod sliding between those carmine lips, she looked up at me, and as a thrill of guilt ran through me, she knowingly winked at me, pulled me out of her mouth and asked huskily if she was doing it right.

My hips involuntarily jerked forward, trying to get it back in her mouth as I gave her what I'm sure was a strained smile and told her she was doing great. The stimulation of watching my cock disappear into her smile as I complimented her placed the entire matter on a right now basis.

As the feeling rose from deep between my legs, I ordered her to pull up her skirt so I could see her legs, and she did my bidding without even missing a suck.

A thrill lanced through my loins when I saw that she was wearing tightly gartered nylons instead of tights. Nylons had been my secret fetish since I was a kid, and the fact that so few women wore them anymore added to the thrill of viewing this 'forbidden fruit'. The thought that she had planned this whole episode from the beginning, right down to the nylons excited me almost to orgasm.

With my left hand I reached down and grabbed a handful of tit, and my right hand went to the back of her head. I wasn't going to let her pull away at the last minute like my wife did--but somehow I sensed that my worries were groundless.

As my balls began to swell to that firmness that indicates they are intending to chuck out the jizm, and my senses began climbing up toward that heavenly peak, she gripped my ball sack in a gentle but firm grip that seemed to slow down the approaching orgasm.

Gently she tickled my testicles, which sent me even further down Uncontrolled Avenue. Her oral ministrations were extremely stimulating, but that strong but gentle hand had a calming effect and the two opposing feelings made the orgasm seem to take minutes to arrive.

My heart rate seemed to slow down and my heart thudded loudly in my chest as each suck moved me closer to my crisis. Then suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like the king of the world.

Looking down at her from my lofty perch, squeezing the monstrous boob in my left hand, I wound my hand in her hair and jerked her head back and forth, each time forcing more of my cock into her mouth until she was almost choking, but she never pulled back.

When she reached between her legs and began playing with her pussy as I roughly jerked her head onto my cock, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

She was getting off on the rough treatment. I would like to have experimented more, but the tremendous mental and physical stimulation pushed me over the top, and with almost painful jets, I shot a copious load of jism right down her throat, my cock unbelievably huge and purple looking, the orgasm without a doubt the best I'd ever experienced in a woman's mouth.

And as I rode the crest of the orgasm, she rubbed her clit vigorously and popped her cork, moaning and groaning around my squirting rod, making it feel even better.

I collapsed backward onto my elbows, basking in the after glow, my cock still twitching in her hand as she licked her lips and swallowed the remains of my wad.

Then, squeezing up the length of my cock, she forced up a final dollop of spunk, and looking at me, she told me that this was the best, because it was the freshest, and she wanted to be sure and taste it.

Then, squeezing the huge drip onto her tongue, she let me watch her spread it around her mouth and slowly and with a sensuous grin, swallowed the entire thing. Then, as though not yet satisfied, she sucked my cock clean of every last drop of cum, kissed my balls tenderly and sat back in her chair with a smile, rearranging her skirt, giving me a shot of her unpantied beaver before dropping the skirt primly into place.

I let my head drop back onto the desk, eyes closed, trying to regain my strength. I'd never had a head shot like that. The woman was a vampire-- she positively loved cum.

I glanced at the clock and with a shock realized that she'd sucked me for almost 20 minutes, and that we were almost through the lunch hour. Quickly, I refigured her bill. I'd need to get paid for that extra hour now, and--what the hell--she'd just had her lunch on me! I tacked £50.00 dollars onto her bill.

That would make it £350.00. But then I realized that she'd probably dicker with me, so I threw on another £100.00 to give me something to work with, for a total of £450.00 less her discount. I'd just gotten paid £150.00 for blowing my wad down my client's throat! As I'd watched her repair her lipstick, I thought about the glimpse of her hairy twat that I'd had as she'd pulled the skirt down.

I was still excited and the thought of fucking this 'respectable' mother of three made my cock start to stand up again. I didn't bother to put it away. Well, Mrs.-----, that was great--you certainly have talent--but now there's the matter of your bill."

Well, of course, she'd expected that the entire bill would be forgiven based on her performance, but I gave her a lecture on overhead, travel fees, etc., then made my pitch for the discount. But before I did it, a perverse streak caused me to quote her £550.00 as my bill to see what she'd say.

She seemed taken aback, but I pointed out that I'd done a lot of research before we'd gone to court. I gently explained to her that just because she'd assumed that I'd dismiss the whole bill didn't constitute a contract because we'd had no discussion beforehand. Then I asked her what she thought her services had been worth.

Just as I thought, she undervalued them--obviously low self esteem--and dubiously quoted £100.00. I could have backed her down, but I had another plan in mind. I accepted her offer, and generously knocked off another £50.00 to show good faith. That term always gets them, even though it meant nothing in this case.

Now we were down to £400.00. She had brightened appreciably. I then offered her a chance to knock the bill down another £50.00 if I could fuck her--and I said it just like that. She acted as though the very words turned her on. But, believe it or not, she was getting bolder, and came back with £100.00. We finally settled on £75.00.

I was on a roll, and I could have gotten her down to £50.00--but, what the hell--I'm not totally devoid of conscience! She was great. Sopping wet and as tight as a teenage girl, if she'd had two kids, my hat is off to the doctor who took the stitches. And 15 minutes later, with her on her back on my desk, me standing on the floor and hammering it straight up into her pussy, her nylon covered legs draped over my shoulders so I could get maximum penetration--I like my money's worth--with my huge rod being swallowed whole by her hairy, milking cunt, my wife called on my office phone.

Without missing a beat I told her I'd be home early, and that she should get the kids ready so we could go out for an early dinner--that I was starved. When she asked if I was having a good day, I almost laughed. The best blowjob of my life, fucking my fantasy--an older woman--on my office desk, and having her pay me an extra £125.00 for the privilege--I guess you could call that the perfect day, if there is such a thing.

And it became even more perfect when I hung up the phone, and with ten teeth rattling (hers) jabs, ejaculated what was left of my sperm directly into her uterus, as she shrieked in orgasm and clenched her nylon covered legs behind my back, doing her best to impale her self on my spurting stiffy.

And when I pulled it out and made her lick it clean, she did it without a word of complaint--in fact, she tried to suck me off again, and I had to push her away. Hell, she couldn't afford it!

Oh, yeah. You'll love this. It so happens that I play racquetball with a doctor and a dentist. The next day, while we were getting ready for the shower, I told them the story of how I'd scammed her, and we all had a good laugh over it, though the dentist seemed strangely silent afterwards, and when he took his jock strap off, he had a hardon you could have hung a towel on.

The doctor and I teased him over it, and I asked him if the story had been too graphic. His response was that she was one of his patients and that her kids needed braces, and that she had an appointment for that very afternoon to discuss with him how she would pay for them.

It was obvious that his mind was running away with the possibilities for creative finance posed by my client's willingness to engage in the barter system, as well as her ignorance of our flexible 'professional' rate schedules. And that's not the end of the story.

The dentist sent me a check for £500.00 for 'professional consultation' so I can just begin to imagine how creative his financing must have been. And the doctor sent me a £100.00 'referral fee' because the dentist had to consult him for vitamins and testosterone shots just to be able to collect his bill. And the video--it came out just perfect--that is, my face couldn't be identified on it--and I sold it to a mail-order dealer in amateur adult video for £500.00--except for the copy I loan to my buddies when they have a stag party.

So--my gross on the entire deal was £1,425.00, my overhead was the original £200.00 I would have charged her, and the net on the deal was £1,225.00--plus a dynamite head shot, and a passable fuck.

I can't wait until the next time she decides to make her ex-husband suffer. In my professional opinion, it's going to be a long, involved case!!!

THE END.






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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Rear Entrance

by Linda Chorlton
(May 2001)

My wife recently underwent minor surgery and as a result, we had to cool our sexual relations. At first I said I could live with a abstinence and her nightly handjobs. But with each passing day, I felt hornier and hornier, like an eighteen year old.

Luckily I was able to find some satisfaction and relief in the arms of Nancy. She's twenty and a sight for my sore horny eyes.

As a receptionist, she's more than capable on the job. As a casual sex partner, she's above average. I've been an ass man for the the longest time and would get a thrill watching Nancy parade her pussy around the office. She always wears tight slacks and when I focus on the lines of her panties I just about bite through my lower lip.

One night, she had agreed to help with extra paper work. As we talked, I told her of my wife's recuperation. Nancy was genuinely concerned and sympathized when I casually mentioned out current kick of abstinence. She blushed a little but was really turned on.

She came up to me, pressing her pussy against my groin.

"I can understand what you're going through right now. And besides, I wouldn't mind getting it on with you. I'd enjoy it."

"An older man?" She yanked my hammer.

"A better man."

I wrapped my arms around her and we started tongue kissing. It wasn't long before her clothes were piled in a heap next to mine. I took a long moment to admire her nymph like beauty.

Parting her thighs, she lowered herself once I sat between her legs. She was really in her prime, her pretty pink pussy dripping with sweet tasting juices.

I brought her off with my mouth and Nancy said it was the first time a guy was able to do that. Grateful and more than eager to please, she asked, "How can I give you pleasure?"

I touched her asshole and she squirmed.

"Alright," she whispered getting on all fours. Her white ass was soft to my touch. I buried my face between those satiny cheeks and lubricated her opening first with my tongue, then with a finger of pussy juice.

That relaxed her and that beautiful beige asshole puckered, spreading wider and wider. She was hot, gently gyrating her ass in my face and moaning.

When the bulbous head of my dick brushed her back door, she sobbed. I worked my way in slowly so as not to hurt her.

When I eased in most of the way, I started pumping nice and steady. She met my thrusts by pounding her buttocks against me and urging me all the way.

I hammered good and hard, flooding her hole with my cum.

After resting fifteen minutes, Nancy and I did it again. --

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Neighbour's Wife

by Linda Chorlton
(April 2001)

For almost three years I'd had an unfulfilled sex fantasy. Last summer, that fantasy was became reality.

Karen and Dave are our next-door neighbours, both are in their mid twenties. Karen is in good physical shape, even though Karen and Dave have three young children. She has blond hair, large breasts, a flat stomach, fairly wide hips, and a lovely, heart-shaped ass. Believe me, I've enjoyed the fact that my bathroom window gives a view of their back yard, complete with Karen laying out in a skimpy bikini.

Dave is built solidly, with lots of muscle. Though I'm only 20, I can't compare to him. However, Dave flies for one of the airlines and is often gone for a week or even more. That is actually what my fantasy centered about. While a three-some would certainly have been enjoyable, I had often thought about Karen and I having an encounter when Dave was gone.

On the day it finally happened, I had the day off. My sister, mom, and dad were all at work. It was hot, about 90 deg C, but there was little humidity, as we were in a hot spell. I had gone biking early that morning, returning at 7:00 to see Karen looking good in a knee-length robe.

She whistled at me in my biking shorts, the first indication I'd ever been given that she was flirtatious; uncharacteristically cocky, I flashed her a smile and wiggled my rear at her, yelling out "You want it--come get it!" She laughed and went back inside, her hips swaying from side to side. I wheeled my bike in the garage and stretched down, thinking of her.

Later that day, I was out in the back yard "painting" the fence that hides the pool filtration stuff. Because I was "painting" with a clothes-hostile mixture of linseed oil and turpentine, and because of the heat, I had taken my shirt off, leaving only my old, faded bathing suit on. The other advantage to the bathing suit, of course, was that I could jump in the pool whenever I got too hot (as, shortly, I was going to get).

Anyway, I heard the Karen's door open and shut, followed by the sounds of the chaise lounge scraping on concrete, which soon quietened. I set down my brush and pot of goop and went over and stood on the diving board, which gave me a view over the cinderblock wall divide.

Karen was lying out about ten feet from me, at an angle, facing towards me, her eyes closed. I felt stirrings in my pants as I took in her long, tanned legs, the string bikini covering her pubic region, her flat stomach, her glorious breasts accented by the bikini top, which had not diappeared flat as she lay down,and the cloud of long, blond hair around her face. Rather than have her catch me staring, I called out "Looking good," also unusually bold of me, given how she and my mom talk together.

Karen's eyes popped open and quickly found mine. She looked a little startled, but also a little pleased. She got up and came over to the fence, giving me a great view of her breasts, which were pressing together due to their confinement.

I felt my dick harden in response. Then, she mentioned that their pool filter was acting up and that she didn't know how to fix it. "Would you be willing to take a look at it?" was said with a perfectly innocent look. I readily agreed, hard-on or no hard-on.

After I hopped over the fence, I followed her towards the filter, adjusting my bathing suit in a completely futile attempt at hiding my interest. As she bent over, it became difficult for me to focus on the filter; the blue bikini bottom slipped a little further into the crack of her cheeks.

Gallantly, however, I peered over her shoulder (OK, OK, occasionally I snuck a glance at her impressive cleavage) and paid attention to what she said. After moving around her, I looked at the pressure gauge, which was way too high, and cleaned out the trap, which was clogged with bits of leaves and grass. As I kneeled to screw the top back on the trap, my dick, which had wilted enough to move around, slipped down along my leg.

Karen, who had bent over (that cleavage again!) to look at what I was doing, didn't seem to notice anything. However, as I tried to shift my stiffy around and it hardened in reply, she seemed to catch on and smiled a bit.

When I stood up, my hard-on was quite evident. Karen just looked at it, smiled a bit wider, and offered me a drink. I noticed that her nipples were a bit more evident, was she a peanut smuggler, or were the teats firming up through the stretchy fabric of her bikini top.

We went inside and I commented about the absence of kids. She smiled again, and said that they were farmed out at friends' houses, on a sleep-over,so that she could run errands (I wondered if I was an "errand").

She opened a cabinet and reached up to get a glass on a shelf that was just a little bit too high. I reached around her and grabbed a glass and set it on the counter. My cock pressed up against the side of her hip. Then, I grabbed another glass, rubbing my cock further up, around, and back down her hip.

By this time, her nipples were fully erect (or so I thought) and, in one place, the faded blue of my suit was spotted dark blue by my oozing pre-cum. Still playing like nothing was happening, Karen went over to the sink and filled our glasses with water.

I stood behind her, reached over her shoulder to get my glass, and pressed my hips against her ass, nestling my dick between her ass cheeks. She pressed her hips backwards and rotated them a bit as she filled her glass. Still playful, neither of us making a major move, though both clearly wanted to, we went in to the living room and sat down, Karen on the couch, me on another couch facing her.

Karen then got up and bent right over to turn on the TV. Her bikini bottom slipped further up her ass cheeks and, from my vantage point, I could see the outline of her swelling pussy lips.

She stood back up and started the VCR. She had obviously been watching the porno tape earlier, since it started in the middle of scene.

It was actually switching between two scenes, one of a very vocal woman with long black hair and medium-sized breasts being eaten by her husband, the other of a blonde with larger breasts (supposedly their daughter, I guess) listening to the couple and masturbating.

When the movie first started up, the blonde was running her hands over her breasts, milking them upwards, tweaking and massaging her erect nipples. The other woman's moans as she was given a tongue-lashing were clearly evident.

Then, the scene cut to the couple, as the man sucked on the woman's clit and lightly tongued it back and forth. Then woman's moans got louder and the scene cut back to the blonde. The blonde still had one hand working on her breasts, but now also had a hand playing with her tummy, Venus mound pubic hair, and, every once in a while, dipping down to rub along her downy-haired slit.

I prefer a shaven pussy, myself, but this was sexciting enough. As this was going on, I had been sort of splitting my attention between the TV and Karen.

My cock was wooden now, even harder as Karen spread her legs a bit, allowing me to see a growing wet spot at her crotch. She also was lightly running her fingers along the outline of her bikini top and sometimes over and around her hard nipples.

Her nipples, if possible, grew more erect and pushed almost as hard against her bikini top as my cock pushed against my swim trunks. When the black-haired woman orgasmed from her husband's sexual activities, the scene cut to the daughter, who was approaching her orgasm as well, with two fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy lips. I could hear the suck and slosh of flesh and juice mixing and straining.

I got up, thinking I should have moved earlier, and sat down next to Karen. I reached my right hand around her shoulder into her blond tresses and ran my left hand down to trace along the bottom of one heaving breast. I felt her lips vibrate with a muffled moan as I covered them with mine.

With my left hand, I traced over to the other breast, spiralled in to the nipple, and gently pulled it between two fingers.

One of Karen's hands slipped down to my trunks and began to rub my cock through the short. Our tongues were alternately entwined and probing. If a woman's mouth and lips are really mirrored to her cunt and labia lips, I was in for a great time, and very, very soon.

The blonde in the blue-movie was moaning and writhing with her orgasm, I slipped my right hand down from Karen's hair to untie her bikini top. As we broke our first kiss, Karen arched her back, causing her breasts to "present" themselves.

As a result, the strings of her bikini top came most of the way around from her back and ended hanging loosely down her sides. When she relaxed and hunched her shoulders a bit, the skimpy blue top fell completely off. She tossed it to the floor and smiled a wicked grin as my eyes popped. None of the tits in the porno film claim close to these.

Her breasts, fully revealed and unsupported, were at least a 'D' and most likely a 'DD' cup. They hung ever so slightly and met naturally at her sternum. Her aureoles were medium-sized and a slightly darker pink than her large, erect nipples. We moved closer and started another passionate kiss. With my left hand, I traced an inward spiral over the smooth skin of her breast, arousing a body through shiver, and took the nipple between the base of my second and third finger.

Then, cupping her breast but also stimulating her nipple directly, I moved my hand in little circles, sometimes pulling the nipple outwards, tweaking and tapping. During my play with her nipples, Karen had started massaging my dick again. Though it was barely constrained by my swimming trunks, I felt it jump as Karen squeezed it lightly, and gasped a bit with the feeling.

Karen then broke our kiss and moved back slightly. She got up and went over to the TV. I moved over to the TV as well and pressed my hips forward against her ass as she bent over and took the tape out. As she stood up, tape in hand, I thrust my hips even further forward and reached both hands around in front, to cup her breasts and brush her nipples. Karen twisted around in my arms and nestled her hips against mine. I could feel her breasts, tipped by erect nipples, press against my chest. She kissed me lightly and mentioned that there was a VCR in the bedroom.

I was tempted to pick her up by her hips, so that she would lock her legs around me, and carry her into the bedroom. However, appropriate as that seemed, I also knew I probably wasn't quite strong enough. Rather than upset the mood by dropping her halfway there, I tilted my head towards the hallway and followed her into the bedroom.

The room was in a fairly tidy state, but some clothes thrown on the chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived there. (I like a "lived in" look, provided it doesn't cross the line to messy) A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser, facing the queen-sized bed. Karen popped the tape in the VCR and started it playing again.

The sounds of sex came into being around us. Again, I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards, creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower. As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to drive her crazy.

The nape is sexy to Japanese, neglected in the West. Karen had been moaning a little and trembling slightly whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or seeded her hair with kisses. After working slowly over the top of her bikini, working slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my hand brush down past her belly button, over to top of her bikini, along the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper thighs.

Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure, ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the front. Her pink rim lips swelled in excitement. Cum was oozing, by now.

Karen shuddered and moaned a bit, then stopped me and turned around. Her breasts were red from my attention and her face was getting flushed. Karen kissed me once, quickly, and then tugged my bathing suit down. My six-inch cock (it may have been seven then) sprang free from its long confinement and stood out proudly as I stepped out of my only clothing.

As Karen stood up, her breasts brushed along my cock and gained a thin line of pre-cum. She grabbed me by the cock, led me over to the bed, and left me stretched out in the middle of the bed, watching her. Karen walked over to the dresser and leaned against its edge, next to the TV, which still played, ignored. She spread her legs to show the large wet spot at the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

Then, she closed her eyes and began massaging her breasts, tugging on the nipples and pressing the smooth globes together with the sides of her arms. Almost involuntarily, her right hand crept in little circles down to her navel, down to the top of her bikini bottoms, down the blue fabric to run along her slit. She brought fingers to her face, inhaled the scent, and then licked what moisture there was free. The next time her hand crept down, it slipped underneath her bikini. She put one hand on the dresser behind her and raised her hips enough to slide the bottoms free.

I was exerting all my willpower to keep in place and not explode right there from the erotic influence Karen was having on me. I must have made some noise, because Karen seemed to come back to what was going on. She stepped completely out of her bikini and stood nude, glorious, and aroused before me. She then turned around and bent over, giving me a _great_ view of her gorgeous ass and puckered sphincter.

Her breasts I saw only as two globes hanging partially in view between her legs. I could also see her pussy, puffy with arousal, surrounded by lightly coloured downy pubic hair.

Many of the hairs had tiny droplets of Karen's juices hanging from them, a sight that turned me on even more.

She licked one finger and then placed it between her legs and touching her sphincter. After lightly rubbing around the rim of her asshole, Karen pressed inwards briefly and then ran her finger forward, bisecting her swollen lips.

After licking her finger clean, Karen ran her finger along her swollen slit again, this time pressing a bit deeper, a bit harder.

I couldn't stand watching her any longer and therefore got up and pulled her to the bed. Karen ran her fingers lightly over the head of my cock, spreading the droplet of pre-cum that had oozed out over my whole glans. I couldn't believe how good such a simple action felt.

After tugging on Karen's nipples for a minute, I moved my hands down to her dripping nether regions. After pressing the tip of my finger against her clit, I moved it further back and applied pressure to the length of her slit. Karen shuddered a bit, but moved away from my finger.

At first, I didn't know why, but her motive soon became apparent. Karen traced the fingertips of both hands down my chest and stomach, leaning low enough that her nipples brushed a double line as well. When she reached my navel, my dick slipped in between her breasts and bumped along her sternum. I left a slippery line of pre-cum along her sternum to match the earlier, now dried line running over both of her breasts. I was reveling in the sights and sounds of Karen's actions when she began intensifying them.

Gently at first, but with gaining strength, Karen jacked my dick with both hands. After doing this for a while and thoroughly coating the head of my dick with my pre-cum, she leaned down and blow a hot, wet breath along the length of my cock, ending by tickling the hair on my balls.

When she gently squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily. Karen smiled to see what she was doing to me, and took just the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there.

As she swirled her tongue around the rest of my cock head and trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my hips involuntarily flexed slightly. Karen then took the length of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I could tell already that she was good at giving head.

As I looked down past her blond- crowned head, I could see from movement of her hips that she was working on herself, too. I could also see the TV above her head, but the TV didn't have much attraction now, even though the same blonde as before was getting filled from behind by a strapping tanned stud. As Karen ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and increased her suction, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long.

Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary thrusts into Karen's mouth, I told her I was getting ready to come. Karen responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible, taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and trilling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions.

I had both hands on her head, running through her blond hair, helping me actively thrust against her mouth. I was getting closer and closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body in anticipation of what wasn't far away. Karen finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my glans.

I thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly as I started spurting down her throat. Karen didn't even try to move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and draining the last of the sperm that had boiled forth from my balls. After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly caressing Karen's hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her mouth and moved up to kiss me.

As I found out, Karen hadn't swallowed all of my load; I tasted my sperm as our tongues entwined. No woman had ever given me a blowjob even approaching hers; further, no woman had ever kissed me with my sperm still in her mouth. I was determined to give Karen as massive an orgasm as I'd had. So, after recovering for a minute, I turned Karen over on her back. Though I was pretty certain Karen was already highly aroused ;) I couldn't possibly skip over her lovely breasts.

I kissed her lips as my hands ran circles around her globes. As I traced the tip of my tongue down her throat to a collarbone, I started to squeeze each _very_ erect nipple between my fingers. Then I ran my tongue along her collarbone out to her shoulder and back.

Once I reached her sternum again, I traced along her sternum with my tongue and continued down the underside Karen's left breast. I could feel her shiver in anticipation and could certainly see her arousal in her tightly erect nipples. Unable to resist those nipples, I spiralled the tip of my tongue inwards until I was licking broad, rough circles around her nipple, enticing the nipple to new heights. Karen pressed my head roughly against her breasts and gasped. I started licking the other breast and then alternated, doing my best to drive Karen crazy.

When she began trying to push me downwards between gasps and moans, I figured I was getting close. So, I traced my fingers slowly downwards, just barely touching the skin. Similarly, I had my tongue arc in lazy parabolas down to her navel, down to her downy, blond pubic thatch. Karen's hips began to arch to meet my tongue and fingers; as she forced her hips upwards, I moved my tongue and hands back, prolonging her enjoyment.

After arching her back to its fullest, she collapsed back on the bed and awaited my touch. Her fingers were slowly massaging her nipples and breasts, a small motion that turned me on even more. I ran my fingers around the edges of her pubic hair, then caressed her inner thighs, and finally ran them along her swollen pussy lips.

The light hairs between her legs were slick with sweat and an occasional depending drop of her nectar. As I moved my fingers around her pussy, Karen's legs spread wider, giving me better access. When her legs were spread almost as far as they would go, I spread her pussy lips and blew gently upon her wetness. I could see the hard nubbin her clit made and blew against that until it popped free of its sheath.

As I blew each time, Karen's stomach muscles would contract and relax; her asshole would pucker and unpucker also. When her clit popped free, I slowly ran a finger around her pussy, applying light pressure at first, but increasing the pressure gradually.

When the finger was wet with her juices, I slowly inserted it into Karen's depths. Her breath came as an abrupt whoosh, then a slow, excruciating inhale. I moved my other hand back to her ass and caressed it, finally pressing one finger against her brown hole.

She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm, first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far into her warm, wet pussy.

As Karen's moans began to intensify, I traced my tongue through her pubic hair and around Karen's engorged pussy lips. She jerked upright and pressed my head against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations. I was too; Karen's juices were sweet and copious.

I sucked on each lip, drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and shudders. By now, Karen's hips were rocking back and forth, gradually picking up speed. When I fastened my lips to Karen's clit and hummed, her moans turned to a crescendoing yelp, and subsided gradually. I could feel her approaching orgasm and started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue on her clit.

Karen began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more pressure on her sensitive nerve endings. As my fingers moved back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made sucking noises. Karen began moaning even louder and bucking her hips against my face. I lubricated a finger with Karen's juices and pressed it slowly against her asshole.

As the finger circled her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for her. Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically, still bucking wildly against my face.

As she orgasmed, I continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure. Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands, Karen's muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow. I moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her the pussy juice I still held in my mouth.

My cock was again jutting out from my body, a detail Karen soon noticed. She told me to lay on my back and began rubbing her hands between her legs and transferring the moisture to her breasts and especially her cleavage. I helped her out by licking between her breasts and on each nipple. By the time she lowered her breasts around my cock, the nipples were standing erect again. Karen began moving slowly back and forth, fucking my cock with her hanging breasts.

As she was straddling my leg, I could feel her growing heat as she ground her pussy against it. Soon, she was breathing heavily and I was thrusting into her cleavage and groaning a bit myself. When Karen positioned herself over my cock and started to guide it in, I asked about protection.

Luckily, as I sure didn't want to stop, she had had her tubes tied after her third child. As she lowered herself, the tip of my cock touched her folds. We stopped there and moved in tiny but opposite circles, stimulating each other.

Then, Karen slowly settled onto my cock. I couldn't believe the sensations; her pussy was very tight, though not the tightest I'd been in. Still, though, I could feel her pussy walls contract with the sudden intake of breath accompanying my full penetration.

My cock jumped a bit, but subsided as we rested for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being joined. Then, Karen began lifting herself up and down and I began to thrust in time with her.

Each time, my cock would pull out until the head was barely inside her and then would penetrate its full length. I was groaning and holding onto Karen's hips as she pulled on her nipples.

After doing this for a while, Karen started to get tired. Changing positions was good; I was starting to have a hard time holding back. We moved to classic missionary position. Again, I rubbed my cock head around her opening before thrusting slowly into her. She raised her hips up to meet my thrust and wrapped her legs around me until I was completely inside her.

Reveling in the sensation of her warm, wet pussy grasping my dick, I started thrusting deeply and quickened the pace. Every once in a while, I'd pump Karen with a series of short, tight strokes that built tension in my belly. Karen started moaning loader as I pumped her, and shrieked "YES!" when I slipped a finger down to press on her clit from the top as my dick stimulated it from below.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer and slowed down to try to prolong the ecstacy. Karen was flushed and breathing heavily; we were both covered with a sheen of sweat. As Karen's legs locked and unlocked around my hips, my ass was bucking with a life of its own, striving to meet Karen's thrusting hips and drive my cock even further into her tightness.

The sounds of our sex were liquid as my cock stretched Karen's pussy lips around its circumference. The familiar tightening in my balls told me that I couldn't last much longer. Between groans of pleasure as Karen contracted her muscles, I conveyed to Karen my impending orgasm. She began bucking even harder against me, trying to bring me to orgasm with her.

She was pinching her nipples roughly, pulling them away from her breasts. Karen's firm, lubricated pussy had been squeezing against my cock in firm contractions; suddenly it gripped my woody like a vice as her orgasm flooded over her, accompanied by Karen's screams and wails of pleasure.

My lights went out, as we melded into a giant emotional oneness, a bottomless pit of lust, excitement and swirling sensations. With the added pressure and a last spasmodic thrust, I began to feel my sperm boiling out of my nuts, my jizm shooting deep into Karen's pussy. We were moaning and groaning together.

Our orgasms further stimulated each other. I had never come as long or as hard in my life. When my cock had finally finished pulsating, Karen and I collapsed together and lay there, cooling off. Too hot to touch, but not breaking our union.

After a few minutes we rolled apart and I happened to see the clock. It was 4:00 p.m.

My parents and my sister would be home in about forty-five minutes and I was halfway through a clean up chore that had to be finished by the time they returned.

I explained to Karen and kissed her, first on her pussy (tasting my sperm), then on each nipple, and finally ending on her contented mouth.

She sucked the last beads of jizm off my dick and I rushed home with a hard-on, thinking about my many fantasies that had finally come true.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

The Photographer

3 tales by Linda Chorlton
(April 2001)

The Photographer, First Tale

I have always had an interest in photography that went beyond the enjoyment of looking at nude pictures in Playboy. So last autumn, I decided to take a course offered through the local Tech College in photography. We did a number of different subjects in the course and one of the outside assignments was to do a series on a human subject.

I talked to Toni, a gorgeous brunette that works with me into being my model. At work, I'm known as a kind and quiet man who is "safe" but not particularly exciting. I have never been very aggressive with woman and am sort of plain looking. Toni knew that she was safe and that all I wanted were some nice pictures. She agreed after I promised that she could have copies. She wore a blue evening dress and had her hair styled specially (also an expense I absorbed) for the session.

It went smoothly with me taking two rolls of film of her doing close-up and glamour shots. After developing the pictures in the class, I took copies to work for Toni and she was so pleased she showed them to all our co-workers.

I got lots of praise for the work from both my co-workers and the class. A month later, Christine (another co-worker) approached me and asked if I would photograph her. I agreed and asked to bring what she wanted to pose in to my house that Saturday.

Christine is a tall, very slender brunette with an extremely tight body and a small chest. She is very quiet and reserved at work. I rented some extra lights and set up a backdrop in my basement (I hope to add a darkroom too). Christine showed up wearing workout clothes with a small bag. She said that she wanted to start off in that, so we went straight to work. I talked her through a number of poses.

After I was done with the first roll, she went to the bathroom to change. She came out in a tiny strapless orange bikini. My mouth dropped to the floor. I regained my composure and we went back to work. I had her pose many ways being sure to get a couple closeups for myself and a couple with her facing away from the camera (what a honey!).

After two roles of film , Christine went back to the bathroom and changed back into her workout clothes. She thanked me and told me she was looking forward to seeing the pictures. I stopped by Christine's desk on Wednesday (I had borrowed a friends darkroom to develop the pictures) and gave her the pictures. She left them in the envelope and said that she would look at them later. I can't blame her for not wanting the whole office drooling over her in a bikini.

Thursday, she came by my desk to thank me again and to ask if I would do some more. I agreed to have her come over again Saturday (who wouldn't!) for another session. Saturday morning, I once again set up my equipment for the shoot. Needless to say I was quite excited.

Christine showed up at 10:00 wearing another workout suit and carrying her bag again. This time she excused herself and went straight to the bathroom to change. I played around with the equipment wondering what type of surprises she might have for me today. I was hoping that she might have brought along another bikini. She came out of the bathroom wearing a skimpy teddy! I was having a hard time concealing my excitement.

Christine explained that she wanted some special pictures for her boyfriend to remember her by when he was away on business. She laid down across the set with one hand supporting her head and the other running along her side.

Her brown nipples were clearly visible through the top and I could just make out a small dark patch through her sheer white panties. Needless to say, I started shooting away. Soon, I had her moving all around so I could get a better pictures (not to mention a better view!).

When I went to change film, she said she was going to change into something else. I was disappointed, figuring that I had seen all that I was going to. Five minutes later she came out wearing a black silk night shirt and white stockings. It was not transparent as the teddy had been but her nipples still cast an interesting contour through the silk.

The shirt was slit near the bottom on both sides and I could just catch the tops of the stockings. They apparently were being held up by a suspender belt!. She laid down belly first on the set and I started shooting closeups of her face. If she had been a little better built, I would have had some good cleavage but as I mentioned earlier, Christine is slight. I walked around her back and saw that the shirt had ridden up her backside exposing part of each cheek. She didn't have any panties on!

My bulge was getting tougher and tougher to conceal and walking was getting painful. I moved back to the front of the set and put my camera back on the tripod (help conceal the shake in my hand). She rose up to a semi kneeling position and unbuttoned a couple buttons on the shirt. Then she took part of the left shoulder and leaned her head over it. She stared up at the camera and I took some shots.

It was one hot pose! Then she kneeled at a 90 degree angle to the camera and worked the shirt to expose the side of her thigh (without showing any of her privates) and the suspender belt. I was out of film again (I don't know how I noticed!). As I was changing film, Christine got up and got a drink (I had set out some white wine). She brought a glass over to me and asked me if I would promise to be discreet. I thought it a little strange to ask after she had already had the pictures shot but agreed that it would do neither of us any good to circulate anything at the office.

She made me promise to give her all the negatives but said that I could keep some pictures for myself. Then she said that it was time to get back to work (I thought maybe she was over by the tone of her conversation).

She sat down on the set and undid all but one button on the nightshirt. One of her small breasts peeked out from one side of the shirt. Not knowing if it was on purpose or inadvertent, I quickly shot some pictures. It was on purpose, as she lowered her shirt to her lap exposing both tits.

They were absolutely gorgeous, small and pert with the brown nipples standing out. I was in seventh heaven. She unbuttoned the last button on the shirt and threw it off the set. She was now sitting indian style with nothing but the white suspender belt and stockings. I still couldn't see her pussy because of the way she was sitting. After I shot a couple more frames, she laid on her belly facing me. I caught a glimpse of her pussy as she laid out. She has a really tight butt and the cheeks looked really firm.

She rolled over and stood up with her back facing me and looked over her shoulder at the camera. Finally she turned around and I got to view her in all her glory. She had a neatly trimmed pussy with a thin downy looking bush. I had run out of film again. I practically tore the camera apart and reloaded in record time as I didn't want to miss this opportunity of a lifetime. Christine had sat back down when I turned around to the set. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest.

She said that she wanted some extreme closeups and spread her knees partly and put both hands down on both sides of her pussy. I moved in for the closeups as she pulled the lips apart showing the pinkness inside.

I couldn't believe Christine was such a hot lady under her quiet exterior. A finger entered the slippery folds and she frigged in and out a couple times as I shot away (with the camera). She rolled over on her belly and stuck her ass up at me.

I snapped a couple more shots of her brown and pink holes as she continued to slide her finger in and out of her pussy. She rolled onto her back and I could see that her eyes were closed.

The pace of her finger had picked up too. I shot away and found once again that I was out of film. As I changed film, I saw that Christine had not noticed my absence (or my presence at that point) and was furiously moving her finger in and out and pulling at her nipples with the other hand, alternating from tit to tit. I got back just in time to capture her face at the moment of climax.

As she came down to earth, I snapped a couple more shots with her hand laying next to her wide open pussy with the juices clearly visible on it. After a couple minutes, she reopened her eyes and looked up at me and blushed slightly.

She had made very little noise during the whole performance (just a occasional whimper and some deep breathing, Christine was definitely not a screamer!). She could plainly see my bulge. She told me she would take care of my problem and thank me properly for the pictures if I promised to respect her relationship with her boyfriend.

She told me that she wouldn't let me fuck her but she would give me a blowjob. She motioned me over to her and reached up for my zipper and lowered it. She reached in my shorts and pulled my cock out. I have an average cock (six and a half inches and a little thicker than some) and she complimented me on it. She guided me back to a seat near the tripod and sat me down, taking the opportunity to lower my pants and shorts.

As I sat, I kicked them completely off. She kneeled down and took my cock in her mouth. It was unbelievable. She sucked gently on the tip and ran it down, a little deeper each time. She pulled it out and licked the underside down to the balls. She engulfed the head and went all the way down to the base. She raised her head to the tip again and started tonguing it while her hand grabbed my base and began to jack it. I reached over and picked up my camera again. I finished out the roll of film taking pictures of her sucking my cock.

After having been as excited as I was for the last hour (it seemed much longer), I didn't have much staying power. I was soon shooting my load down her throat. She was obviously skilled and took the whole load without missing a drop. I sat on the chair totally spent as she gently stroked my cock with her small hands. After I regained my power to speak, I thanked her. Christine made me promise that I would tell no one of our session (any part of it) and reminded me that I had promised her the negatives. She got up and went to the bathroom. By the time she came out (dressed once more in the workout suit), I had put my pants back on and was turning off the lights and cleaning up.

She thanked me again and kissed me lightly before leaving. I went to my friends house on Sunday to develop the film. It took me most the day to do it, but I wanted to get it right. I wanted to be sure that all the pictures came out right because Christine had said that I could keep a set of prints.

I had to do it right the first time as I had promised to return the negatives and would not get a second chance. The results were quite impressive and I did a lot of blowups. Monday, at the office, I told Christine that I had her prints and negatives out in my car (I didn't want to take the chance anyone could get a hold of them in the office).

After work, we walked out to the car and I gave them to her. She thanked me again and I told her that I should be thanking her. I told her anytime she wanted another shoot, To just let me know. Thursday, she came up to me at the office. She said that she had given the pictures to her boyfriend as a birthday present. He (and she) were both impressed with the results.

She admitted that she hadn't given him the pictures of her frigging herself or the ones of her blowing me. She didn't think he could handle that. I still can't believe that this experience happened to me. Not only did I have a great experience, my camera work has improved.





The Photographer, Tale - 2 by Linda Chorlton

After my last adventure, I realised that I wouldn't be happy unless I did some more nude photographs. Christine was still around work but hadn't shown any interest (I was too timid to ask her). I decided that I didn't want to risk approaching anyone at work since I wanted to keep my little hobby a secret. I decided to place an ad in the classified section of our local paper. I kept the ad vague saying that I wanted models for figure and glamour work. I had them respond to a post office box so I could retain my anonymity.

I ran the ad for one week and sat back and waited for the responses to come in. At the end of the week, I went to the post office to see the response. There was only five letters in the box.

One was from what was obviously a hooker. She talked about sex and what she would do to me if I was "generous". I decided that I wasn't that desperate. Another one had included a picture, said that she didn't do nude work but would pose in swimsuits.

I put her aside hoping to find a more likely candidate. The third letter said that she posed for "tastefully" done nudes and that her rate was £200.00 an hour. She included a picture and did not look particularly pretty. I knew I couldn't afford her rates and was beginning to get a little discouraged

. The fourth was from a college student named Angela. She said that she was working her way through school. She said that she had never modeled before but thought she could learn quickly.

Angela wrote that she was 5' 8", 36-24-34 and weighed 135. She also said that she had light blonde hair. Now this was more like it. The fifth letter was from a girl who had done some modeling before. She included a photo and looked quite nice. She had a resume from previous jobs and said that she would like to arrange a time for me to view her portfolio. I got the impression that she was a more serious model than I could afford and might not be willing to do the type photos I wanted. It looked like Angela would be my best bet.

I called her number when I got home. A pleasant female voice answered and I asked for Angela. The girl told me that Angela had gone home for the weekend and would be back Monday. She offered to take a message but I declined promising to call back Monday evening (Angela had classes most of the day I was told). The weekend dragged on and I mapped out my strategy.

By Monday night, I was nervous. I needed to calm down as I wanted to sound professional to allay any fears Angela might have. I called and a different female voice answered. I asked for Angela and she replied that it was her speaking. I told her that she had answered my ad and that I was interested in interviewing her. She dropped her voice and sounded a bit tentative when she asked for the details. I arranged to meet her at a local college hang out to discuss details. I figured that this would give both of us a chance to check each other out and help put her at ease since she would be on her home turf.

I showed up at the appointed time with a small folder of some of my previous work. I had include a couple of the more discreet shots of Christine (my only nude work at that point). Angela showed up late and seemed a bit nervous. I knew that I would have to go slow. She seemed bigger than life (not fat), was well built and had a soft sort of roundness to her curves. I tried to relax her by getting her to talk about herself. She said that she was working her way through school and was having a hard time finding enough work to support herself given the time constraints of her classes. She said that she had a part time waitress job but it didn't cover all her expenses.

She asked what the modelling job paid. I told her that I would pay £100.00 per session and that could increase later on. I said that each session would be about two hours long and that I could work around her schedule. Angela then asked what she had to do. I told her I wanted to shoot some glamour, semi-nudes and nude shots (I gave her the folder to look at). She looked around nervously and lowered her voice and said that she would do it.

We agreed on Thursday evening and I asked her to bring along a swimsuit, a nightgown, and to wear a dress to the session. I planned to take it slow the first night. Angela showed up on time in a maroon dress suit with a white blouse. She seemed tense and nervous. I took her to the basement and gave her a quick tour to show her the bathroom for changing, the dark room (a new addition), and finally the studio. I gave her a glass of wine and told her to let me know at any point in the shoot if she was uncomfortable. I took a couple quick pictures while she finished her wine and told her how lovely she looked. She seemed to relax a bit and I guided her to the set. I could tell I was going to have to talk to her a lot and reassure her (with Christine there had been very little talking).

After about ten minutes of talking her through various poses, I asked her to remove her suit jacket. She tensed momentarily but soon fell back into the rhythm. I soon ran out of film in both cameras (I had gotten a second camera so I wouldn't have to change film as often) and suggested to Angela that she go change into her swimsuit. She nervously trotted off to the bathroom to change. She still hadn't come out when I had finished reloading. I went down the hall and knocked on the door and asked her if she was alright. She nervously replied that she would be out in a minute.

A couple minutes later, she came back into the studio wearing a robe that I had placed in the bathroom for her. I asked her if she was nervous and she admitted that she was a little nervous. I told her how beautiful she looked and that she had nothing to be afraid of. After a couple more minutes of reassuring talk, she took the robe off and started posing again. She was wearing a white one piece suit.

Though it showed her curves well, it was not terribly revealing. She started to relax and I soon had her doing Marilyn Monroe style pin up shots and enjoying it. After I had shot another two rolls of film, I asked her to go change into the nightgown she had brought. She picked up the robe and headed to the bathroom. I reloaded the camera. I knew that I needed to pick up the pace a bit as we were already an hour into the session and I hadn't seen anything you couldn't see on TV. Angela returned wearing the robe again and went straight to the set (a good sign). I asked her how she was enjoying the session and she said that it was fun. I took a couple of shots of her face as we talked to let her know it was time to get back to work. She took the hint and removed the robe.

She was wearing one of those big football jersey that came down below her waist. I guess 20 year old college students haven't had time to learn to appreciate sexy nightwear (such as the nightdress 29 year old Christine had in my first episode). It looked like she was still wearing her bra. Well if I couldn't start at the top,

I could start at the bottom. I moved her around the set and had her lie on her belly. As she got down, I saw that she was wearing plain white panties. After a couple of shots on her belly, I asked her to remove her panties for some semi-nude teasing shots. The moment of truth had arrived. Was she going to chicken out or were we going to start to make some progress. She hesitated a moment and then reached back. She lowered the panties without exposing anything. I asked her to stand in a profile stance.

She rose carefully. I asked her to raise the bottom of the shirt so as to cover her front but give a side view of her thigh and behind. She did so slowly. She had a great behind. I told again how beautiful she was and asked her to turn her head to the camera and give me a big smile. She did so rather self conciously. I told her that she could put her panties back on while I reloaded the camera (only one camera was used up but I could tell she needed a short break). When I returned, she seemed more relaxed. I asked her if she was ready to go on.

She said yes and I requested that she remove the jersey. A look of panic shot through her eyes but she was a trooper. I was right about the bra as after she removed the jersey, she was standing there in just her bra and panties. I tried to relax her as I shot some more poses. Finally, I asked her to unhook her bra. She complied and finally dropped it to the floor. I hadn't realised how well built she was. She had large firm breasts that did not sag (the advantages of youth) topped by large pinkish brown nipples. I posed her in some poses to show off her beauties and to relax her for the final stage.

I had her stand facing away from the camera and asked her to remove her panties. She lowered them to her feet and stepped out of them. She had a beautiful round behind. After a few shots, I had her turn around. Her pussy was covered by a thick growth of light gold pubic hair. I had her pose in a couple of different poses and finally had her recline on the set. I knew time was growing short so I decided not to push her any further for this session. Angela put the robe on and went to the bathroom to dress. When she came out, I paid her in cash and threw in a little bonus as an encouragement.

Her eyes lit up as she counted the money. I asked her if she wanted to do another session. She did not hesitate at all as she replied in the affirmative. I told her that I would call her next week (it was too expensive a deal to do too often). I waited a week before calling Angela to set up a second session. She sounded genuinely glad to hear from me again and told me that she had been scared that her hesitant performance might have turned me off her. I reassured her that it had not and that I was looking forward to the next session.

We set up a time for Monday evening. I did tell her that I hoped to move a little quicker this time. I also suggested that she might want to trim her pubic hair. She said that she would do what she could. I also asked her her size so that I could pick up a couple things for her to wear. Angela showed up Monday night in a sweater and jeans. As it was autumn, she was wearing a couple of layers underneath and looked every bit the typical college student. I asked her to go to the bathroom and remove the bra but leave the rest on as I wanted to start with some cleavage shots. We quickly got to work and I had her unbutton a couple buttons on the blouse under the sweater. I had her lean over and shot a couple of shots down her front. I asked her to remove the blouse altogether but to leave the sweater on.

When she returned from the bathroom, I shot a couple more cleavage shots. Her nipples looked so cute peaking through the tight sweater. I decided it was time to try out some of the things I had bought her. I gave her a tiny red string bikini and asked her to change into it. She laughed when she saw the size of it. Apparently the first session had succeeded in getting her over her shyness. She came down the hall wearing just the bikini (she hadn't bothered with the robe). As well-built as she was, the little pieces of fabric barely concealed her charms. She pirouetted to show off the suit (she was really getting into it) and we went right to work.

Red was a good choice for her. Unfortunately, as it was autumn (and she had never worn this bathing suit in her life) the light bit of tan she had remaining clashed with the white skin exposed by the suit. I could see pubic hair coming out the leg openings of the tight bottom and wondered how good of job she had done trimming the hair. I told her that she could keep the suit as long as she brought it along when ever I asked for it. She thanked me but said that she didn't know if she had the guts to wear it in public. After both cameras were empty for the first time, I went to my little bag and pulled out a sheer white teddie (very similar to the one Christine had worn).

I also had bought her white stockings and a suspender belt to show off Angela's nice long legs. She went down the hall to change while I reloaded the cameras. We were only twenty minutes into the session and making good progress. Angela took a little longer (she told me she had to figure out how to use suspenders) but returned wearing the robe. She quickly shed it when she reached the set though and laid down. The teddie was translucent and showed her body well. After about a half roll of film, I had her remove the teddy top and strike some more poses. When the first camera ran out of film, I asked her to remove the panties.

I could tell that Angela had not done much of a job trimming her pubic hair. After a couple shots, I told her it was time to do some spreads (we hadn't done anything that risky the first night).

I had her spread her knees apart and started to shoot. I stopped and said to her that I was disappointed that she hadn't done a better job trimming the pubic hair. She blushed and apologised. I decided it was time to take a chance.

I told her that she would be of little use for me looking like that and that we might as well stop now. Of course I can't pay you for an entire session. She looked downcast and explained that she really didn't know what I wanted it to look like.

I told her that I would help her out and we could take care of it now and continue on with the session. She seemed hesitant but with Christmas just around the corner, I knew she had the financial incentive. She agreed and I went to the bathroom for some scissors, a razor, baby oil, shaving cream and a towel. I was about to live out another one of my fantasies.

When I returned to the set, I told her that this little operation would make a good series. So I set her up and took a few "before" pictures

. I laid the towel under her and reached for the scissors. I told her I wanted to trim her bush to a small rectangle just above her pussy lips which I wanted to shave bald.

I told her that this would help when she wore the red bikini. She just nodded and laid back. I start to clip the hair starting at the top and working down to her pussy. I roughed it into the shape I wanted and then headed down to the lips.

I snapped a few more pictures and started trimming the hair around the lips. I was extremely careful as I didn't want to cut her down there. I couldn't believe I was actually getting to do this.

I let my hand brush against her cunt. It was time to get the razor out. I noticed that Angela was being very still and had closed her eyes. I shook the shaving cream can and squirted it above her pussy. She shuddered, but maybe it was cold, not a sexed up thrill. I took my hands and spread it around the lips down to her anus. I took the razor and started at the top. The rectangle began to take shape.

Then I worked back down to the lips. I had to put a finger inside her cunt to hold the lips so I wouldn't nick her. I heard her inhale deeply as I did so. I worked that finger around cunt as I cleared the remaining hair around her pussy. I worked down to her anus but left the one finger in her cunt and worked down a little deeper. I reluctantly removed the finger and took a couple more pictures.

Then I took the towel and cleaned up the remaining shaving cream from her pussy. I must admit, I thought I had done quite well. A quick couple of picture and then I broke out the baby oil. I told her that it would help sooth the newly shaved skin. I smoothed it in and pushed one finger back in the pussy.

Not meeting any resistance. I poured some more oil around her cunt and added a second finger to the first. I started moving them in and out, not making any pretence that I was soothing her skin.

Her breathing picked up and her beautiful breasts were heaving. She started a slow whimper that started rising in volume. Finally, she came (I could feel the release of more juices even with the baby oil) letting out a loud squeal. I slowed the pace of my fingers and start stroking the outside of her pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room as though she were trying to regain her bearing. I took a couple more shots and grabbed a mirror. I asked her if she wanted to look and held the mirror between her legs.

She raised up and looked down at the mirror. Her eyes widened and she said that it looked "neat". She tentatively reached down and ran her hand through the hair. There was only one other thing that I wanted to accomplish during that session.

I reloaded the cameras as Angela continued to admire my handy work. I reached back into the bag and pulled out a dildo that I bought for the occasion. After what Angela had just gone through, I hoped she was ready to try some herself. So far, she had mostly been passive. I walked back to the set and put the dildo down near Angela's leg.

She looked up and put the mirror down when she saw the dildo. It was fairly large (8" X 4.5") and pink. I talked calmly to her and asked her if she was ready to do some more shots.

She looked apprehensive but nodded her head. I took the baby oil and spread it on the dildo. I handed it to her and she took it tentatively. I went back to my camera and started shooting pictures. At first, she just slid it around her newly cleared pussy.

She finally put the tip to her lips and started to slowly insert it. After she had put in about three inches, she removed it and ran it around her pussy again. Then she inserted again a little more forcefully. After she had about five inches, she started to stroke it slowing in and out. After about three strokes, the low moaning started again.

She was pushing more and more of it in with each stroke. The level of noise began to rise as the pace of the stroking increased. It looked like she was getting at least seven inches of the dildo in. With a loud shriek she pushed the whole thing in and left it there. She must have been coming again. Then she reopened her eyes and looked at me and she blushed. She removed the dildo and let it fall to the floor. I had finished both rolls of film so I told her that she had done a great job. She reached over and grabbed the robe and put it on.

After she returned from dressing, I paid her and showed her some of the pictures from the previous shoot. I made some small talk and asked if she would be interested in doing another shoot soon.

She said that she would check her schedule but thought she could do it the next week. I asked her if she knew anyone else who might be interested in modeling. She hesitated. I reassured her that I still wanted to use her as a model.

She said that one of her roommates might be interested.

She said that she would check. Hopefully, I'll have something more to write about soon.



The Photographer, Tale 3

Christine's Return



I was at my desk when Christine came to see me. She asked if I'd like to do another photo session on Saturday. Not being a fool, I quickly agreed. I called and cancelled a shoot with Angela Wednesday night. It was getting to expensive to have her come in every week. Since I had a "free" model in Christine, I decided she could wait awhile. Angela sounded disappointed but I told her I would call her the following week and reschedule.

Saturday could not come fast enough. Christine showed up wearing a red and white striped blouse and blue jeans. I took her to the basement to see the improvements I had made since her last visit. She seemed impressed by the dark room. As we were making small talk, I asked her how her boyfriend was enjoying his pictures. She said that he had discovered some of the pictures of her giving me the blowjob (She had only given him the more discreet nudes). He had blown his top and now they were history.

She didn't seem particularly upset about it. I suggested that we might want to get started. Christine excused herself and took her bag to the bathroom. I was looking forward to whatever surprises that bag might contain. I wasn't disappointed. Christine came into the studio dressed in a red see- through negligee. It had been over two months since our first session and I forgot how breathtaking her beauty was. Her small breasts, topped by tiny brown nipples showed clearly through the negligee. She had red trainers and a matching red suspender belt and stocking set on. We quickly went to work.

Christine exhibited no shyness and soon the negligee had been removed. She posed in the red stockings and suspenders. She said that she wanted a break and retreated to the bathroom. She didn't even bother with a robe, her naked ass cheeks holding my full attention as she walked down the hall. Christine returned, still wearing the red stockings and suspender belt. She paused to sip her wine.

She picked up one of the photo albums I was working on. This particular one had pictures from my sessions with Angela. Her eyes nearly bugged out. She insisted on viewing all the pictures. She complimented me on my finding such a good looking woman to pose. When she saw the pictures of Angela using a dildo, she asked if I still had one.

I pulled out the dildo and she took it and returned to the set. Soon I was shooting pictures of her sliding the plastic toy in and out of her pink slit.

After about ten minutes of masturbating with the dildo, Christine looked up at me and told me she would rather have the real thing. I took that as an invitation and joined her on the set. Now that her boyfriend was gone, I was going to have my opportunity. His loss would be my gain.

She helped me lower my pants and remove my shirt. We kissed and her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand encircled my already erect manhood. My mouth engulfed her nipple, biting and licking first one, then the other. I tongued my way down her flat belly. She was already quite moist when my tongue entered her pussy.

A noise escaped from deep in her throat. She spread her legs farther to allow me better access. I sucked her clit lightly between my teeth and she pushed her mound into my face. Her taste was intoxicating, her pink rim was heavenly.

Christine reached for my cock and pulled on it. When I lifted my head, she said she wanted it now. She rolled over on her stomach and lifted her ass high in the air. I stepped up behind her and slid the head of my cock against her slit.

She yelled at me not to tease as she pushed back against me. I slid the head in and pushed. I was soon in her to the hilt. She started to push back against me and started a rhythm. I stroked to meet her thrusts and soon we were in sync. I soon reached the point of no return. I felt her muscles tightening against me as I shot my jizm deep into her. We laid there, joined at the waist, for several minutes.

I reluctantly pulled out and Christine rolled over on her back. She smiled up at me and told me to take some pictures. I reached for my camera and captured her sweaty cum filled form. A little of the sperm was visible leaking out her pussy lips. She grabbed the dildo and put it against her cunt. It composed a pictures of her beautiful pussy, leaking sperm that had apparently come from a plastic dildo.

Christine asked me to arrange to see a photo shoot with Angela. I didn't know how Angela might react to the idea but Christine suggested that I introduce her as my assistant. She said she would help load the film and move the lights. I told Christine about the shoot I had scheduled for Wednesday.

She said that she would come early to help me get ready. Christine said that she needed to clean up. She invited me to join her in the shower. I soaped her up and she returned the favour. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She was very skilled and I soon had another erection.

The hot water was running out and I suggested we adjourn to a place where we could be more comfortable. We went to my bedroom. I asked her to sit on my face as I love face-sitting as a precursor to sex, so much better than feeble groping at a pussy. I went towards the bedand soon found myself on my back in bed, looking up at her incredible pussy. She lowered it to my outstretched tongue.

As she rolled on my face, she asked me about Angela. Since I could do little more than grunt (besides, its impolite to talk with your mouth full), she lifted off my face. She slid down my stomach and lowered her pussy on my rigid pole. I told her the details of the shoots I had with Angela.

We were going at a much slower, less frantic pace than before. Christine seemed particularly interested in my trimming of Angela's pussy (Christine already kept her bush trimmed but left hair outlining her pussy).

She said that she might let me do it to her someday. She had been picking the pace up slightly. She seemed to reach and orgasm and stopped. I still hadn't shot my cumload. She pulled off me and lowered her head to my belly. Her mouth engulfed my rampant, waving cock. Soon she had me shooting down her throat. She dressed and thanked me.

She said that it was always exciting to come and visit me. She told me that her ex-boyfriend had less of an appetite then she did and tended to be boring in bed. She kissed me at the door as she left. At work on Monday, I invited her out to lunch. I found that she was a fascinating person of many different dimensions. We shared more in common than our lusts. It scared me because I realised I could really fall hard for her.

She had made it clear to me that she was just looking for a little fun and was not looking for a serious relationship so soon. Also, I doubted that she would ever be interested in me as I am sort of plain and have six years on her. In contrast, she is the epitome of class and grace and could have her choice of men.

If I hadn't discovered her weakness for exhibitionism, I doubt that she would even give me more than the time of day. Christine invited me out to lunch on Wednesday. She said that she was so excited about the upcoming shoot. She even took my hand under the table and slid it under her dress. I let my hand slid up her thigh and under her panties. Her cunt lips were indeed wet. She pulled my hand out before I could do much more than grope her and said that I would have to wait till later.

That evening, Christine showed up at seven. We set the lights up and got the equipment ready. I instructed her in changing film and handling the equipment. I had asked Christine to dress conservatively so as not to intimidate Angela. She had worn blue jeans and a sweater. I found a hat and had her put it on so as to make it harder for Angela to recognize her from the photos I had shown her in the first interview.

The door bell sounded and I told her to wait for us. I was a little worried about how Angela might feel about the presence of another woman. I had not called her in advance, fearing a negative reaction. I took her coat and explained that I had an assistant to help for the evening. She looked at me nervously.

As we entered the studio, she actually seemed relieved to see that the assistant was a woman. I explained that Christine was just learning to be a photographer and had offered to help for some pointers. I told Angela, that if it was alright with her, she would help out and even take some pictures. Angela agreed and went to the bathroom to get changed. I had set out the white teddie for Angela to wear.

She came back wearing the robe. I asked Christine for some light levels checks,and then asked Angela to remove the robe. I took some pictures and spied Christine out of the corner of my eye. She was staring at Angela and I could tell she was excited.

I had Angela remove the top half of the nightgown and had Christine step forward and take it from her. Christine got a close up view of Angela's large tits.

I took a shot and stopped. I asked Christine to get some makeup to use some pink rouge to highlight Angela's nipples. Her hand shook as she used the brush to apply the make-up. Angela's nipple hardened in response to the light touch. We shot some more film and I had Angela remove her panties. I was glad to see that she had been keeping the hair around her pussy trimmed.

I told Christine to change the film in a camera. When she returned, I asked her if she wanted to take some shots

. I sat back and watched Christine pose Angela every which way. Christine moved in for close ups and placed her hands on Angela, moving her to the pose she wanted (I had refrained from much touching in posing the girls as I didn't want to scare them off). Christine asked me to get the dildo. I saw Angela blush at the mention of the toy. I handed it to her and she hesitantly started to use it. Christine reached down between Angela's spread legs, telling her she was doing it all wrong. Christine took the plastic dildo and shoved it fully in Angela's cunt. Angela let out a gasp.

Christine stroked her fingers over Angela's pussy as she replaced Angela's hand on the dildo. Christine returned to the camera and took some more pictures. I suggested a break. Angela put the robe on and we sat and drank some wine. Christine asked Angela how she liked posing and Angela replied that she found it exciting. Christine said she might like to try it some day and Angela said that she should. Having set the trap, Christine asked me if she could pose too. I told her that would be a great idea.

Angela looked nervously at me, like she wanted to leave. Christine moved to the center of the set and pulled her sweater off. She dropped her pants and kicked off hers shoes. She asked Angela if this was how to do it as she mugged for the camera. Her white bra and panties soon joined the pile of clothes on the floor. I looked over to see how Angela was taking the show Christine was putting on.

Christine said that she was having fun and could see why Angela enjoyed it. I suggested that Angela join Christine for some pictures together. I pointed out the contrasts between them (blonde vs. brunette, big breasts vs. flat chested) would make them good subject matters together.

Angela removed the robe and joined Christine naked on the set. At first I had them pose in pretty tame poses. At one point. I had them stand back to back, their asses against one another. I had Christine stand behind Angela and fondle her breasts. Angela looked hesitantly at me but allowed Christine to do it. She even closed her eyes as Christine fingers worked on her nipples. Christine was fascinated by Angela's big breasts.

At this point, Christine decided to take over and reached for the plastic dildo. She slid it into Angela's pussy. Angela moaned and Christine worked the pink toy in and out of her. She grabbed at Angela's big breasts. Angela was getting quite vocal. Christine guided Angela to lay down on her back. She pulled the dildo from Angela's pussy and soon her face had replaced it. Angela shook her head back and forth, her hands intertwined in Christine's hair.

She shouted that she was cumming. Christine slowed her pace and then kissed her way up Angela's stomach. She spent a good deal of time on each tit. Finally, she reached Angela's mouth. Angela hesitated, I don't know if she was reluctant because as she later told us, that she had never been with a woman before, or, that Christine's face was covered with her own fanny juices. Now that Christine had joined the shoot, I had to change the film in my cameras myself. I returned to find the girls sixty-nining.

Christine was on top with Angela underneath with her face buried in hairy minge. I wondered if they even knew I had left the action. I shot away, shooting close- ups of first one girl with her face in the pussy of the other, and then the other one. I saw Christine tense like she did when she came, then she returned to tonguing Angela's cunt. Five minutes later, Angela was moaning loudly once again and had stopped sucking Christine. Christine pulled her head up and asked me to fuck her.

I quickly dropped the camera and my pants and came up behind her. She had lowered her head back and was kissing Angela's pussy furiously. I entered Christine's very wet cunt, my balls hanging down in Angela's face. Angela tongued them occasionally but was too caught up in her own pleasure. I leaned over Christine's and watched her sucking Angela's cunt. I was getting close and so was Christine.

Angela was already cumming loudly. Christine pulled her face from between her thighs and told me to pull out and come over Angela's face. I didn't have time to ask Angela and I'm not sure she was in any state to answer. I pulled out of Christine's tight cunt.

She quickly spun around as I started to shoot all over Angela's face and chest. Christine was licking the sperm up before I had even stopped spurting. Christine continued to lick Angela's face and chest while I caught my breath. Christine took the plastic dildo in her hand and pushed in Angela's pussy. Angela was soon moaning again.

Christine pulled the dildo from Angela's cunt. Angela looked up to Christine disappointed and moaned "please fuck me". Christine slid two fingers in and stroked them in and out. She pulled me to her side and replaced her hand with mine. Her cunt felt so tight. I removed my left hand and replaced it with my right. I sucked the juices off my left hand.

She tasted marvelous. Christine had moved over Angela's head and was lowering her pussy on her face. I heard Christine tell Angela that she hoped that she would do a better job of concentrating on sucking than she had done before. I decided to make the job more difficult for Angela so I lowered my head down to her beautiful shaven pussy. I sucked her slowly and patiently, not wanting to deny Christine her dues.

Angela tasted sweet and her pussy already was a swamp of juices from the earlier workout. I heard Angela start moaning and slowed the pace even more. I could tell Christine was enjoying her ride on Angela's face. She shook and I was fairly certain that Christine had cum. I decided it was time to forgo courtesy and dived in full force. Angela was soon moaning loudly, still trying to work on Christine's cunt. I rose up and entered Angela swiftly.

She was extremely tight but also extremely ready. I stroked my cock in her and she moaned louder. We fucked furiously for ten minutes before I could not hold back any longer. I came deep in her pussy. After I withdrew, Christine dived onto Angela's cunt and licked her clean.

She then did the same for my cock. We took a breather and I poured drinks for everyone. Angela confessed that this was her first experience with a women and the first time with more than one partner. Christine admitted that she had previous lesbian experiences with a roommate in college but hadn't done anything in the past six years. She told Angela about her previous modeling for me and we showed her some of the pictures. Angela said that she had really enjoyed the experience but was ready to go home.

She dressed and I saw her to the door. She reluctantly took the money, only after I convinced her that it was for her modeling. She said she did not want to become a prostitute. I asked her if she would consider posing for us again. She said that she had a lot of things to think about but that she might. I found Christine in the shower when I returned to the basement. I decided to give her a little time to herself and proceeded to turn the lights in the studio off and put away my equipment. I was just finishing unloading the film from the last camera when Christine emerged from the bathroom wearing the robe.

She kissed me and asked me if it was alright for her to stay over (she had brought clothes for work). I certainly wouldn't turn down such a fine offer. We adjourned to the upstairs and I made us a light snack.

We talked for hours. I was really feeling close to her and think that she was feeling the same way. Reluctantly, we retired to the bedroom. We made slow passionate love, unlike the mad animal-like way we had done before. It was the first time we used the missionary position.

It was very intimate and tender. Afterwards, we dozed off. The alarm sounded very early in the morning (considering the late hour we had been up to). It was nice to awake to the sight of Christine draped naked over me. Unfortunately, work awaited us that morning so there was no time for other things. We dressed and headed off to work.

Christine went into work and I waited a discreet time before following her.

We have seen each other many times since, but Angela left college, to look after her infirm brother, way down south. That was the end of my first "freezer".

THE END