Looking after My Neighbor's House

 

My neighbor's been away, and she's asked me to look after her house for her. She's been away for a week now, and is supposed be back next week. For some context, I'm in my early 50s, and keep myself in shape. She's probably mid-30s and is always looking good. She has a nice and tidy place with a comfy looking bed.

Like I've already done a couple of times in the week, I go next door to her house to check on things. I open the door, and head in. Hey... is that the running water I hear? WTF, I hope the plumbing hasn't gone. It is water. I run to the bathroom and **WHOA** she's home. She's just gotten back and is taking a shower.

We're both shocked. Neither of us expected one another.

But, she's currently hidden behind the shower curtain. I stammer out an apology, "Sorry, I thought you were away for a few more days... I was just checking on your place for you... I, I, Um, sorry..."

She laughs and thanks me for being so good at looking after her place. She says she had a great trip, but came home early.

I'm having a bit of an out-of-the-body-moment. I realize I'm still standing at her bathroom door, and she's naked in the shower. I can see her partly through the edge of the shower curtain that isn't quite pulled all the way. I catch a glance. Trying not too... but curiosity is getting the better of me.

She sees me looking. Then surprises both of us by pulling the curtain open more.

She is gorgeous. Slim. Nice boobs.

She pulls the curtain open more, and says to me that I should have a closer look... "Join me."

I pause a minute, then peel off my clothes and step into the shower. The water is warm. I reach out and wrap my arm around her waist with one arm, and start to explore her body with my other hand. Her tits are now pressed against my chest, and we can both feel my cock growing hard between us. She giggles at that. Then she reaches down and tucks my cock between her legs so that it is now hard against her pussy.

She tells me that she's very horny... and she starts to grind crotch-to-crotch.

I cup her tit and massage it. Soon, rolling her nipple in my fingers and pulling on it.

"Should we head to your bedroom?" I ask. We get out of the shower, and she hands me a towel. Actually, she jokingly hangs it on my cock. Again, she giggles as my hardon holds it up and throbs against it.

We towel off and she leads the way to her room. Her cute bum is so fun to follow.

She lays back in the bed and spreads her legs (pillow princess). I drop to my knees and start licking her clean pussy. She's wet, but not from the shower. Slick. Slippery. Tasty.

While I suck on her clit, I slide a finger into her vagina. She is so wet... and tasty. I slide a second finger in, and now I'm giving her a firm fucking with my hand, while my lips are locked on her clit. Now she's bucking her hips and fucking my hand and face. She's moaning and her body starts to shake. Her thighs grip my head, and then she rolls to the side, giggling. Her body is quivering.

She smiles and tells me she is going to return the favor. She gets me to stand up beside the bed, and she sits on the edge of it. She grabs my cock and starts a gentle handjob. Stroking my cock with one hand and playing with my balls with her other. Then she leans forward and licks my head, tasting the precum that is starting to bubble up. Soon she is stroking and sucking me. Faster and harder.

I reach down and stroke her hair -- partly to feel her, and partly to maintain some balance, because this is REALLY good.

After a few minutes she starts to sense I'm going to cum, and she pulls my cock out of her mouth, and strokes me hard and fast until I cum all over her tits.

She giggles and enjoys the warm sticky goo on her boobs. She rubs it into her nipples, and sucks it off her fingers.

We both lay down on her bed and catch our breath. WOW.

"Can I look after your place for you more often?" I ask.

She laughs and tells me to cum anytime.

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Britney's Camping Trip

 

 

 

 

 

Britney stepped through the door of the cabin she'd rented with her twin for the weekend, a lovely little wood log structure with a spattering of cross-framed windows hidden deep in the woods. Neither of them were particularly looking forward to being pursued by a cloud of mosquitos, but they both desperately needed the time away from their regular lives. Her twin, Reyna, had managed to bring along a bottle of champagne for the both of them along with a bottle of her favourite rosé wine hidden among the belongings she'd brought.

There were two bedrooms, each with a double bed topped with an old set of blankets that looked as though they were from a grandma's spare room - these little places always seemed to do that. Between the two rooms was a common area and kitchen, but they each had their own en-suite bathroom. They both hurriedly scoured around the cabin, exploring inside empty cabinets and checking in drawers to see if anyone had left anything behind, or find extra pillows and blankets, eventually finding satisfaction in the fact that everything was empty.

Reyna followed Britney into the left hand bedroom and began jumping on the bed, shoes and all. She had leather boots that rode up half way to her shins that were thankfully still pretty clean, tied with criss-crossed laces that were wound into pretty little bows at the front. A baggy pair of petite shorts hung low on her hips and sagged out over her thighs, held in place by a thick tan belt. On her torso she had a boob tube and a vest on top, a dark shade of red to match her twinkling eyes and ruby teardrop necklace.

As she bounced up and down the bed creaked fiercely beneath her, groaning and roaring like an angry opossum. She managed to get a fair bit of air time, but nearly broke the bed in the process. When she was satisfied with the springiness, she bounced up high and landed on her back, spreading her arms and legs out and landing her head on the pillow. As she landed with her full weight, there was a slight crack from the wood beneath the mattress.

"I'm guessing that's your bed now that you've broken it?" Britney bemoaned her twin. She put her hands on her hips and furrowed her brow in frustration.

"No, this one has your name on it!" Reyna laughed. "I'm just... testing it, that's all."

Frustrated, Britney went through the living room to her own room and dropped her bag down on the bed. It was a nice enough room, it was just to sleep in anyway, so it didn't need to be particularly fancy. They'd be spending most of the time covered in mosquito spray wandering around the woods, or swimming, or cycling, exploring the beauty and majesty of the nature around them.

In the surrounding area there were a handful of other cabins inhabited by fellow holidaymakers, but they were too far from each other to be able to hear the other cabins, and a thick band of trees separated the grounds of each one. They didn't have a pool, but there was a little hot tub. Nonetheless, the girls had agreed to go swimming in the lake and had mentioned taking a canoe out at some point. It didn't matter what they did -- they were there to have fun, to relax, and enjoy each other's company while they had the chance.

"It's beautiful here." Reyna mentioned, calling through the open doorway to Britney's bedroom as she flopped down on one of the ancient sofas that had seen better days. She grabbed the remote control from the scratched coffee table and tried to turn on the TV, but the reception was horrible. It hadn't been programmed properly either, having a grand total of four channels. Sports, 24-hour news, a shopping channel, and for some reason a blurry religious broadcasting channel.

Nothing that could hold her interest for long enough. She rolled her head back in frustration, wondering what else she could do in the meantime. Her dome lolled to the side and spied her sister unpacking. They'd only be there for the weekend, so unpacking and putting clothes away seemed a little futile. She wore a blue tunic that was cut into a diagonal to drape over one side of her hips, exposing the other. She wore three-quarter-length khakis and a little pair of cream pumps on her sockless feet, and a faux lily was pinned to the tunic between her ample breasts. She held up another blue top as Reyna stared, folding it up and slipping it carefully into one of the drawers next to the bed.

"You know we're only here for two nights? Tonight and tomorrow, then we're going home Sunday?" She questioned. "We're not moving in here or anything."

Britney turned back to look over her shoulder. "It makes me feel comfortable..." she said, sliding the drawer closed and walking in to join her twin. "You're too homely, just relax, that's why we're here." Reyna responded casually.

"So what's the first thing we do?" Britney asked. Reyna was usually the more outgoing of the two, the bossy one who made all the decisions, so she deferred to her judgement.

"I think..." she muttered, grumbling and groaning as her mind strained trying to figure out what she wanted to do. "I think I want a nap. I've been driving all day, so that's the first thing. Maybe crack open that champagne later and take a dip in the hot tub?"

Britney had already had a nap in the car on the way there, her head pressed against the window and her mouth wide open as she snored serenely, if a little undignified. She knew that her sister loved to sleep and would often get grouchy if she wasn't allowed to get enough rest, so she decided that she'd let her get her nap in.

"I think... I'll go for a swim, in that case." Britney suggested. Reyna stood up and took drawling steps over to her room, pulling off her top in full sight of Britney, sliding down her shorts and jumping back into the bed. Reyna peeked up from the covers and watched as Britney stood. "Wake me up when you get back, then. Take your time."

She went back to her room and rifled through the belongings that she'd brought, but she couldn't find the swimsuit. Checking the bag again she saw that it was empty -- she went back to the drawers... there was nothing there. She started to panic and darted out the front door to check the back of the car to see if it had somehow fallen out, but there was nothing there at all.

Disappointment washed over her. She was so determined to swim, and now she couldn't. She took a spare towel from the back of the car and peered into the distance, gazing at the dappled sunlight sparkling on the surface of the lake nearby. She could sunbathe, maybe have a nap herself, she reasoned.

With that, she made her way across the softly sloping grassy banks down to the water's edge. There was no sand but a beach littered with small pebbles and smooth rocks, eroded over thousands of years. There were a lot of pretty pebbles to be found and Britney eyed their banded colours and speckles, their smooth shapes beautiful shimmering flecks of quartz embedded within as she made her way to a flat spot where she could lay down the towel.

She kicked off her shoes and glanced around as she lay down on the towel. There was nobody else around. Just trees and birds, a squirrel darting up a tree in the distance, and a few insects buzzing about their business. The cheeping and chirping of nature around her seemed so serene, so peaceful, brought into a rhythmic harmony alongside the soft hushing of the water's edge against the rocks and the gasping yawn of the breeze that blustered through the clearing in the trees.

Maybe, she wondered, she could get away with swimming after all. With nobody around, she could go skinny dipping with no problems. Nobody would see, and not even Reyna needed to know. She gave it a few minutes, waiting and watching, listening in case anybody approached. When her confidence had grown to the point she was sure enough that nobody was going to approach, she gave a sly smile and crossed her arms over her front, tugging at the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. With fiddling fingers, she untied her belt and let her khakis drop to the floor, leaving her in a matching set of lacy blue undergarments.

With a shy blush across her face, she looked around again making absolutely certain nobody was around. Even just in her panties and bra, she would hate for somebody to come along and see her. It wouldn't have been such an issue if she was in an actual swimming costume which showed just as much flesh, but the dissonance was lost on her. With slow, deliberate movements, she inched the panties down her smooth, rounded legs to her feet. She kept her thighs together, hiding herself in case somebody happened upon her like this. Finally, she pulled her hands behind her back and removed the bra as well.

The stones beneath her feet were prodding at her soles and burning her skin from the day's heat but as her toes touched the cool, refreshing water, she breathed a sigh of relief. If was a little too cold to just jump into so with careful tip-toed steps she waded her way in inch by inch.

'This isn't so bad' she thought to herself, swimming a little way out into the lake's crystal clear waters and turning back, surveying the horizon in case anybody came by. It wasn't long until she'd given up checking, safe in the knowledge that nobody was coming by. She began to work her way around the edge of the lake, inspecting the different shores and trees and enjoying her time swimming and paddling along in the waters. It was so refreshing, so liberating to have her open skin against the water. She felt at peace with her body, and at one with nature.

The sun eventually began to slip behind the fluffy canopies of the trees in the distance, painting an orange hue over the horizon. She hadn't noticed but her fingers had grown withered and wrinkled from her extended time in the waters. Perhaps she'd spent long enough in there, she reasoned, so she eyed the shoreline for the place she set off from and made her way back.

As she waded out of the waters, her fears rose as she realised all of her belongings were gone. No towel, no phone, no shoes or panties, no bra nor skirt nor top. Everything had vanished. Her hands started to tremble at the thought of somebody coming by and taking her clothing, perhaps even standing there and watching her swimming around nude. Her face grew flushed with blood as she began to blush, fear overtaking her and flooding her veins with adrenaline. She needed to get back to the cottage now.

Her surroundings had begun to grow dark, but she had a general idea of the direction she was supposed to head in so she set off, huddled over to make herself as small as possible as not to get seen by onlookers. Instinctively, her arms wound around her breasts and a hand covered her groin as she hobbled across the rocks onto the dirty, gritty ground that soon gave way to lush, long grass that tickled her legs as she shuffled past it.

She came upon a lodge with lights on and the sound of merriment and revelry coming from outside, echoing around the trees. Little billows of smoke puffed up from a BBQ and a middle-aged man with a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other was laughing with his friends while flipping burgers.

Britney needed to make her way past. There were some tall bushes that she wouldn't be able to make her way past, thorny and sharp, so she had little other choice but to skip through the grounds of their cottage. Cautiously, slowly, she crept along the lines of the bushes and hedgerows, speeding up as she moved from the cover of one to the next. Abruptly, somebody from their party called out.

"Hey, Eddie! I think I saw something move over there." Came a woman's voice.

She couldn't see their faces, but the way their gloomy outlines moved told her that they were all looking her way. Her heart pounded at fear of getting caught and having to explain the situation while completely nude to a group of strangers. She could feel the immense heat coming from her cheeks as she burned up with a heady mixture of fear and embarrassment.

"No -- no, no no..." she whispered to herself, her eyes darting around for her next move. She kept glancing over to the group, and noticed that one of them was approaching cautiously, their eyes fixed firmly on the location of the quivering bush behind which she crouched.

There wasn't much other choice, she had to make a break for it. She darted off as fast as her bare feet would take her, twigs and rocks biting at her feet as she ran with impunity. Eddie, the man with the beer began to give chase.

"Come back here! I don't bite!" He shouted to her, watching her movements through the bushes rustling.

"What is it?" the lady called again.

"I don't know, but it's big! Could be a deer?" he called back towards the cottage, still giving chase.

When the lights from their windows had sank into darkness behind the trees, Britney held herself up on her knees and caught her breath. Her lung stung from breathing so heavily, and she glanced around as she regained her composure making sure she hadn't been followed.

There was an entirely new problem now, though, as she realised she had no idea where she was. She wandered further into the brush in what she believed to be the general direction of their cottage, soon coming across a dusty dirt road. Two troughs spanned it with a grassy knoll in the middle where tyres had worn down the muddy path over the years. She soon recognised it as the road that they'd taken to get there in the first place. She got her bearings back and began to walk along the road, feeling a little better now that she'd found her way.

Her fears flooded back to her in no time as she suddenly noticed a bright light appear behind her, illuminating the path she was on. Fearful, she turned her body around and saw a big blue truck heading her way, the headlights blinding her. She raised a hand to block the light from her eyes, revealing her breasts to the oncoming driver.

As she realised what she'd done she quickly lowered her arm again and tried to duck into a bush by the side of the road.

The car crunched along the dirt path, slowing bit to a crawl as it passed her quivering body. A man in a baseball cap rolled down the window and peered out, glaring into the bushes to see what had just been crossing the road. She hoped and prayed to herself that they'd just drive on and forget what they'd seen, but she heard the engine stop ticking over and the glow of the headlights dimmed back to darkness.

There was a second of silence, followed by the creaking clunk of the door of the old truck shutting with a slam. Footsteps approached one by one, slowly, creeping towards her location and she saw a beam of light from a flashlight sweep across the bushes nearby, passing over the trees. She could feel a crying squeak burgeoning in her body that she had to hold down and repress -- she couldn't make a noise, otherwise she'd be found.

Holding her breath, she saw a boot come down at the edge of the bush. He was right there. The light continued behind her into the darkness of the trees, sweeping around for what felt like hours. She stayed as still as she could, her eyes stuck to the boot in front of her as she wished for it to move away. At least, the flashlight dimmed and the lights from the truck reappeared as the engine coughed back into life.

When the noise from the tyres had faded into the distance she got herself up to her feet and pressed on, still trembling and red, her feet sore and dirty. She clamped her arm around her breasts again to keep them in place while she jogged on towards her cottage.

She came upon another wood-built cabin with the lights on. A low, skulking shadowy shape lifted itself up and crept towards her from the door of the cabin. The light glancing off its fur showed that it was a yellow-hued creature with two floppy ears and its tail was held out behind it as it stalked her.

"No, leave me alone, please no..." she whispered to herself, creeping away from it but watching over her bare shoulder as it continued to approach.

She picked up her pace and moved faster, but the shadowed creature matched her pace, growing closer and closer. She couldn't take it anymore -- she began to sprint away, btu her speed was no match for it. When it made its way closer, she saw a tail wagging happily away and she was pounced upon by a great big golden retriever, its tongue lapping and lashing away at her face as it jumped up to her.

Ordinarily she'd relish any opportunity to pet a dog, but this was not the time. She knew full well that the owners would come looking in no time at all and tried to plead with the dog, pointing at their cottage and telling it to go home. Its deep brown eyes glistened as it smiled and panted happily, wiggling its rear end as it sided up to her.

With a sigh, she bent down to pet the dog, giving it what it wanted so that she might be allowed to leave. All the while she kept an eye out for the owners. She didn't see anybody, but a panicked voice called out into the darkness.

"Leo! Leo where are you?"

Britney took this opportunity to tell the dog once again to go back, but its tail continued to swing. Its cold nose got a whiff of something and it took rapid huffs along her thighs, pushing its face between her legs and taking big sniffs. She bent herself over and tried to push it away, but it was a big dog who was determined to sniff.

"Leo, come back! Leeeeeeooooooo!"

"Please, go back, go see your parents!" She begged, but it just kept sniffing. She tried to walk away, hoping that she'd pet Leo enough but he barked, revealing her location. She could hear footsteps jogging her way from the direction of the lit windows.

"... Stay!" She pleaded, pressing her hands together before running back off into the darkness.

Leo had no intention of staying; he thought this was a fun game. He chased her through the bushes, sniffing and snuffling at her butt as she ran. Leo's owners were hot on his tail, following the noises of his huffs and barks, calling all the while after him.

Britney felt like crying -- she just wanted to get home and get herself dressed. As she burst out the bushes, she could see her car. A feeling of ecstatic relief flooded her and she gained a second wind, a rush of energy surging through her as she made one last sprint across the road. She checked both ways cautiously before making it across, rushing to the door of their cottage. Leo seemed to want to come inside, and his owners were rapidly closing in on her. She opened the door and swiftly closed it on the barking dog to see her sister's smiling face beaming at her from the sofa.

Her feet were resting up on the coffee table and she'd already poured herself a glass of wine. Next to her, strewn on the back of the sofa, was a blue tunic, a lacy set of blue underwear, and three quarter length khakis. Britney realised what had happened. The relief that she was finally safe from prying eyes and the adrenaline from her adventure moulded into outrage and fury. Her fists clenched as she frowned at Reyna, who lifted her glass to her smiling lips and took a sip.

"What took you so long?" She muttered into the glass, eyeing Britney's naked body in the dim light from above.

Karen Loves Cum

 

 

 

 

 

 

While Karen was home for the Easter weekend I stayed on campus so I could be ready for my finals. Senior year was supposedly the easiest but I wasn't going to take any chances. At night I kept to myself on the Friday and lay in bed thinking of all that had transpired these last few months. I wrestled with my fascination of Karen fucking David and found myself masturbating at the idea of watching her with him.

Saturday night I needed to get out of the house so I made my way to a local brew pub for a pint or two and made my way to the bar as I enjoyed chatting with the bartender when things were slow. As I approached I saw a tall guy with blond hair sitting there and he seemed to look familiar. As I got closer I realized it was a guy I had played some pickup ball with a few times.

I quietly sat there and nursed my beer while watching the Final Four, not overly interested as my team had been knocked out in the round of 32. Lance on the other hand seemed to be watching attentively so I used that as an opportunity to start talking to him. We began with basketball and I found out he had been an accomplished player in high school but decided not to play in college so he could focus on his studies. We got along quite well in fact and had many things in common and we kept talking as the second game got underway. I was getting tired so I made my apologies and said good night. We exchanged numbers with the intention of playing some pickup ball on Sunday afternoon.

Sunday afternoon I headed to the gym and played for about 2 hours, and Lance was there too. As it turned out, we were on the same team most of the time and between us we managed to win almost every game. After the game we hit the showers and given my new found interest in Karen fucking guys with big dicks, I couldn't help but sneak a peak at what Lance was packing, and to say it was impressive is an understatement. Simply put, even totally soft he was the same length as me, and I am a solid 8 inches.

After making love to Karen when she came home from her Easter break, I found myself imagining both Lance and David fucking her, but now I was also vividly imagining her pussy full of their cum as well, and wondering what it would be like to clean her afterwards. I had really been surprised at how much I enjoyed it, and of course I really liked how Karen responded too. The truth is though, as much as I enjoyed the fantasy, the reality was not something I was ready for.

Karen and I both graduated, and she found a job at the hospital affiliated with the university working in the ER. I continued to work at the firm I had worked at on my Summer breaks and was happy enough for now, as I was contemplating getting my MBA but wanted a bit of work experience to give it all more real world context. We were able to stay in the house for the Summer but were going to need someplace once August rolled around so we began looking for a place to share. We found a nice little 2 bedroom in a mid rise building - it was fairly close to the hospital and I could easily bus to my office so its location was ideal.

Karen's hours were all over the place as a rookie nurse's usually are. Often when she came home she was exhausted but being the sexual creature that she is, if I initiated and started with pleasing her, she always responded and would soon be happily bouncing on my cock until I came, then we would sixty nine so we could clean each other afterwards, and this usually led to a round 2. I loved fucking her pussy the second time and between this and the creampies I was eating, my fantasies involving her with other men continued and only grew stronger.

Working in the ER was a dream come true for Karen. She loved the immediacy of it, the adrenaline rush and the intricate teamwork it required. She also loved the place she and Matt had found and was enjoying life outside of university. Matt was being a wonderful housemate and even better lover, always taking care of her. He seemed to have embraced eating her creampies and was incredibly focused on her needs.

The one problem was that David had stayed in town as well and was as relentless as ever about seeing Karen. She made every possible excuse but his being a part of the gangbang and being her favorite partner that night led him to believe that if he kept at her he would wear down her defenses. She could barely admit to herself that she still hoped to one day enjoy his cock again, but she knew that Matt would be furious if she did.

One night after an evening shift in the ER, a bunch of nurses and doctors decided to go out and blow off some steam and catch last call at one of the local pubs. Karen showered and got into her street clothes at the hospital and then met them there about an hour before closing. Someone had decided on tequila shots and when she got to the chair they had saved for her she found 4 shot glasses waiting for her. Her workmates cheered her on as she downed glass after glass and very quickly she felt its effects and began to feel light headed. One of the doctors grabbed her arm and dragged her to the dance floor and they began swaying to the band. The doctor put his arms around her waist as they danced and Karen put her arms above her head, which did a nice job of thrusting her braless breasts out. The band then called last number and switched to a slow one and he pulled her close while her arms went around his neck. He leaned in for a kiss but she moved her head to the side and he smiled and just ground his crotch into her instead. She enjoyed the feel of his cock and teased him by running her hand down the length of it. "Not bad." she thought.

When the song ended they went back to the table and as everyone was gathering their things to go home they did likewise. He offered her a lift but she declined, saying she was quite ok and would take an Uber instead. He said that he would at least see her out and wait with her while the Uber came so she agreed and they left with their arms intertwined around each other's waists. They were standing on the curb waiting when they saw what appeared to be her driver approach. He turned her around and lowered his head and gave her a deep passionate kiss and for some reason Karen didn't deny him this time. They began kissing each other deeply and the Uber driver honked his horn urging Karen to get in the car. She pulled away reluctantly and mumbled an apology before getting into the car and heading home.

Matt found out he had to go to Houston for his first business trip. It was only for 2 days and 1 night so he was able to pack light and avoid having to check any luggage. Karen was working the late shift in the ER so she wasn't too concerned as they barely saw each other when she was on that shift, though she would miss the "welcome home darling" that Matt always gave her when she got back from work.

Tuesday early afternoon Karen was just waking up when her phone buzzed. It was David asking her if she wanted to meet for a coffee. She rolled her eyes to herself but decided to flirt back.

"With cream?"

"As much as you can handle."

"I think I would leave you whimpering and running for the door if I really let loose on you."

"When was the last time you were really and truly fucked, the way that only you and I know you like it?"

"Matt gives me tonnes of orgasms and his cock is plenty big."

"As big as mine? Does he cum as much as me?"

"No one cums as much as you, and I have done extensive research on the subject."

"Well then, let me treat you to a coffee and then we can come back to my place and I will remind you of what you're missing."

Karen felt her body twitch remembering what it felt like when David came in her ass that night. The whole room stopped and stared at how she was stretched out and his cum was pouring out of her, all while she was moaning, almost as if she was still cumming long after he had finished fucking her.

One coffee, that's all it has to be, she thought to herself.

When she saw David at the coffee shop her eyes lit up and she gave him a light hug and kiss on the cheek. He was a genuinely nice guy and was nice enough to look at, though not really her type. He came across somewhat geeky and didn't appear to be particularly athletic, though he was by no means fat - quite the opposite really, he could do with some weight training. The two sat at a table and chatted, though not of anything of substance given they barely knew each other and had very little in common. This was really helping Karen's resolve to be good and she was pleased with herself that she wasn't quite as shallow as she thought. She began to feel safe with David insofar as she felt confident that she wouldn't end up cheating on Matt with him.

After about half an hour of chatting, Karen began to gather her things to head back home. David stood up and offered to walk her back and, seeing no harm in it, she accepted. It was a short walk and when they got there David asked if he could come up and have a look as he was in the market for an apartment and had been admiring this building from the outside and was curious as to what the units were like. Karen was a little wary but decided that there would be no harm so she invited him up.

Karen gave him a quick tour - being a 2 bedroom apartment it didn't take long at all - and David asked a few questions then asked if her could use the washroom before he left. When he came back out Karen couldn't help but notice that his pants had a tent inside them and she tried not to stare. David had stroked himself for a minute while he was in the washroom in an attempt to tease Karen with his sizeable cock and he noticed that it might have worked at least a little bit. Emboldened by her reaction, he came up to her and put his arms around her and tried to give her a passionate kiss. Karen resisted and didn't open her mouth for him, but she felt his cock pressing against her and his hands fondling her ass and it was definitely causing some arousal in her.

Sensing her diminished resistance, David put her hand on the front of his pants and began kissing her neck instead. Karen was getting seriously turned on at this point and began to caress his cock from the outside but then trying to regain her composure she pulled away and shook her head at him. David just smiled and undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Karen looked down at his big cock and lost herself. She took it in her hands and began pumping it, making it fully hard, fully the wonderful cock she remembered from the party, and she added her other hand too, using both of them to stroke him and arouse him. David led Karen to the couch and pushed her so that she was seated in front of him. He took his pants off then knelt and pulled Karen's jeans off. She was still mildly resisting him, keeping her legs together but subtly raising her bum to make it easier for him to slide them off.

David lifted Karen's legs over his shoulders and began to tongue her wetness. If she was feeling resistant her body didn't seem to be saying so as she was absolutely soaking wet. He loved her taste but knew that time was not on his side so he raised himself up and aimed his cock at Karen's pussy and slowly but forcefully pushed himself inside her. Karen was mumbling objections about her being in a relationship and that she wasn't the slut he thought she was. The problem was that the moaning she was doing contradicted her words and David was beginning to fuck her more and more forcefully and her pussy was offering no resistance, in fact she was creaming all over his cock and there was a growing puddle of her juices on the couch.

David had not had sex in ages other than masturbating and was finding it impossible to control his orgasm. He kept pumping away and as he felt the sperm erupt from his cock he let out a moan and just kept pumping harder and harder into Karen until he stopped while fully buried inside her and emptied the last of his load. He held himself still for a minute then slowly withdrew, his cock a slimy creamy mess and Karen's pussy red and swollen and already leaking his cum.

David excused himself and went to the washroom to clean himself up. When he came back to the living room Karen had sat up but had not put her jeans back on and so he walked up to her and bent down to give her a kiss. This time Karen fully responded and her hands immediately went to David's cock and began stroking it again. She broke free of the kiss and began to lick and suck on his soft member, coaxing it to get hard again. She caressed the head with her lips and tongue, she played with his balls, and she stroked his shaft first with one hand then as he responded to her ministrations she used her other hand as well. Two hands pumping his shaft and there was still his immense cock head and at least another inch of his shaft for her to suck on - she adored this cock.

She moved David so he was lying on the couch and she got between his legs and began to really make love to his cock with her mouth, tasting his excitement and any residual juices he hadn't washed off. As her mouth and jaw began to tire she rose up and straddled his waist and placed his cock at the entrance to her asshole. She looked him in the eyes and said "No one fucks my ass like you do David. I want to feel you stretching me like no one else can and I want you to shoot all your cum inside me." She sank down and slowly impaled herself on his cock and he looked on in wonderment, seeing her perfect pussy practically begging for attention while his cock stretched her butthole unimaginably. He began to play with her clit while she rose up and down on his cock and she responded enthusiastically. He inserted 2 fingers into her and tried to stimulate her g spot and she came almost immediately, moaning loudly and swearing up a storm. Soon she was tiring and rolled over, making sure that David stayed inside her, but now he was behind her and he began to play with her breasts, removing her tee shirt and unhooking her bra to give them freedom and he pulled and tweaked her nipples with one hand while continuing to finger and play with her pussy with the other.

"You love your ass being fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, so good, so full. I want to cum again and again."

"Where do you want me to cum? I'm so close, your ass is so fucking tight."

"Cum inside me. Let me feel you explode."

David continued to fuck her and soon he felt the cum surging up again and couldn't hold back. He began filling Karen with his seed as they both moaned in orgasm.

"Matt just doesn't seem interesting in fucking my ass. I love this. I need your cock."

"Any time at all. I would love to fuck you after Matt has had you. Maybe your work shifts can play to our advantage."

"Maybe. I hate cheating and I hate sneaking behind his back. I have to figure this out. Please, I need you to get your things and leave and let me digest all this. Please don't contact me unless I call you first. I am so confused with all this right now. But thank you, I really did enjoy you a lot."

After David left Karen sat on the couch, sore, still tingling from the amazing fucking she just had, but distraught knowing she had betrayed Matt once again. Twice now she had cheated on him, three times if you include making out with the doctor. At least it was all purely physical, she tried to rationalize to herself. She looked at the couch and the stain was going to be hard to clean up. The couch was quite new too, so after washing it and letting it dry for a few hours and seeing it was still stained, she decided the simplest thing to do was the flip the cushions over for now until she could research a more effective way of cleaning them.

Matt got home around 8pm that night and like a newlywed was in a mad rush to drag Karen off to bed. She was happy to have him home and was throwing her clothes off as she followed him. She was ready for more loving even after the fucking David gave her that afternoon and besides, any hesitancy she had would have more than likely raised a red flag in Matt's head. Of course, she planned on sucking his gorgeous cock and swallowing his load as a welcome home present, so that would at least give her pussy a bit of a rest. And Matt continued to avoid fucking her ass, which today would be a good thing as she was definitely a little tender back there, though Matt was smaller than David and it might not be so bad.

I loved it when Karen sucked my cock. I realize she was well practiced before she met me and continued to hone her skills after we started seeing each other. But the woman had talent. And enthusiasm. The only problem was that I only had so much cum and she had come to love cum in her pussy even more than in her mouth and given the limitations that monogamy had placed on her, she wasn't getting a mouthful nearly as often as she used to. Watching her make love to my cock was better than any porn you could ever buy or rent. She worshipped it, sucking it, licking it, rubbing it against her face. She had a beautiful happy smile the entire time she was doing it and when she wasn't staring at my cock she was looking me in the eye, seeking approval and telling me how much she was enjoying this. Her wide mouth and oversized lips would wrap around the head and I could see her tongue simultaneously licking the underside of my shaft while she sucked. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth far too full of cock to allow for breathing. When she could taste my building excitement this only spurred her on further and she fervently began to pump my shaft while sucking hard on my cockhead. She would pause from time to time, making a show of licking the huge blob of clear liquid she had extracted from me and licking her lips or spreading it over my cock with her finger before licking it off.

I was ready to cum and Karen seemed quite intent on finishing me in her mouth so I let myself go and could feel the eruption build. I took her head in my hands and held her gently as I began to cum and she began to swallow as fast as she could, milking me for everything I had. Karen tried to swallow it all but some escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin. When I had finished cumming she licked her chin to catch what she could but some had made its way down too far for her tongue to catch so she used her finger to wipe it off and with a mischievous grin on her face she offered me her finger. I smiled and leaned down and took her finger in my mouth and licked and sucked it clean then kissing her passionately, tasting myself still fresh in her mouth. The kiss lingered for minutes as we reconnected after my trip and the warmth and love was real and intoxicating. Yes we were both highly sexual creatures but we knew that what we had was much more than great sexual chemistry.

We rested for a bit, snuggling closely and just being happy and content, neither of us feeling the need to talk. I loved Karen's smell as much as the rest of her, her perfume usually being nothing more than her natural fragrance and her shower gel. I did mindlessly play with her breasts while lying there, reminding me of an old Steve Martin joke I had heard on Youtube. I loved her puffy nipples and while I am not generally a breast man I thought that hers were about as perfect as a man could ask for.

We decided to go out on a date on Friday. Karen was off for a few days and we wanted to enjoy the rare opportunity to spend a Friday evening together having some fun. We went to the nicest restaurant our newly graduated budgets could afford, skipping starters and only having one glass of wine each rather than splurging on a bottle. After dinner we went to a club we had gone to once or twice before because I knew Karen enjoyed dancing and quietly I had to admit I enjoyed watching her.

We found a hightop and sat for a minute then I went off to get us some beverages. While I was at the bar I looked over at Karen and admired her beauty. She as wearing a simple white blouse and a navy blue skirt, with a matching cardigan to keep her warm in the brisk fall air. It was by no means provocative yet it was classy and sexy and on her it looked fantastic. I knew that she was wearing a very sexy navy blue matching bra and thong underneath and yes the bra was quite visible when she took her cardigan off but for now it remained hidden from leering eyes. Matt loved how Karen's labia framed the thong, and it was translucent as well so if you saw her panties you saw a lot more as well.

I asked Karen to dance and we did our thing for a few songs, she being a much better dancer than me. There was a cute redhead trying to get my attention and three or for guys circling close to Karen, so when I motioned that I was heading back to our table Karen gave me a pout and indicted she was going to stay on the dance floor a bit longer. As I got to the table I saw that the sharks had moved in for the kill.

I had certainly seen Karen dance with other men before, and I admit that it caused conflicting emotions. First and foremost, she was beautiful and watching her move made me fall in lust with her all over again. She did enjoy herself on the dancefloor and it showed, and if you love someone, how can you not enjoy seeing them express themselves and be so happy? Seeing her tease other men caused a knot in my stomach but the rational me saw that she showed no favorites and so my jealousy was kept at bay most of the time.

Tonight she had quickly shed her sweater and her dancing caused enough sweat to make her shirt cling lightly to her body and making her bra quite noticable. It seemed to me, though it may have been my imagination, that you could faintly see her areolae as well, making her truly seem erotic.

Karen returned to our table after a few songs and came up to me and gave me a deep, toe curling kiss that made me the envy of most every man in the place. I pulled her tight and asked her if she wanted to sneak out back for a quick snog and she gave me a wicked smile and nodded her head. We left our drinks and went out back in the alleyway we began making out and I tried unbuttoning her blouse but she tapped my hand away, fell to her knees and fished my cock out and began to suck on me fervently. We were both worried about getting caught and that made it pretty much impossible for me to cum so after five minutes she stood up, straightened herself up while I tried to tuck myself back in, and we went back inside.

Karen's eyes now had a fire in them and she was beyond hungry for cock and cum. After a time a guy came up to her and said hi, introducing himself to me as a doctor she worked with in the ER. He seemed harmless so when he asked her to dance I didn't give it much thought. The two of them moved well together on the floor and Karen seemed to be giving him her full attention. After a song or two the tempo changed as a slow song came on. I stood up expecting Karen to come looking for me but instead I saw her wrap her arms around the doctor and he pulled her close. I stood there contemplating what I should do and decided on doing nothing. They swayed to the music together and I had to admit they looked good together. When the song was over the two of them returned to our table and he invited himself to join us.

His name was James and he and Karen began talking shop, discussing the merits of various doctors, recounting ER horror stories and generally making me feel left out. I saw something in Karen's eyes that told me she was his for the taking. At this point I had a decision to make - do I politely but firmly extract us from the situation or do I become complicit in her seduction? I did still have my fantasies of her with other men and I had to admit that the idea of her sucking this guy off was a bit of a turn on. I was also curious to see what her resistance would be like.

I decided to let fate play its hand. I stood up and said to both of them that I was getting tired and was ready to call it a night. Karen looked at me with a bit of a surprised look on her face and said she thought it was a bit early still. I stretched and said they were more than welcome to come to our place to continue their conversation or I could go home by myself and they could continue to dance a bit here.

"Let me have one more dance with James and then we can go."

"Sure, go have some fun and I will wait here."

I watched the 2 of them go back out onto the dance floor and James seemed very comfortable touching Karen as they danced, and she in turn did nothing to discourage him.

After they danced James asked if we were okay with sharing an Uber home and we agreed. When the driver arrived the two of them got into the back while I sat in the front due to my being so tall. I saw Karen's skirt ride up her legs a bit in the back of the Prius and James's hand rested on her knee as we pulled away. We continued to chat and I suggested again to James that he come back to our place and have a drink before going home. This time he relented and so the 3 of us piled out of the car in from of the apartment building then made our way to our apartment. I put on some relaxing music and poured everyone a drink while Karen and James continued their work chatter.

I really was tired and I found my eyes getting heavy listening to them go on about things I knew nothing about. I guess I nodded off for a bit and when I awoke they were still chatting, but Karen was facing James now and it looked like he might have a bit of a view up her skirt. She had also taken her cardigan off so her lacy blue bra under her blouse was readily apparent.

Once again I nodded off but this time when I awoke James's hand had made its way up Karen's leg and it seemed her legs had parted quite a bit. This all made more sense when I realized that they were making out like 2 teenagers. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her breasts were exposed and they looked like James had already given them a fair bit of attention.

In spite of the sordid scene in front of me, it actually seemed that Karen was resisting him, though obviously enjoying his kisses. I heard him say something about going to the bedroom but she shook her head no and tried to pull away to catch her breath.

"You keep teasing me like crazy - first you make out with me and grope my cock then run away and now tonight you let me suck your tits and play with your pussy but you just keep being a cock tease."

"My boyfriend is right here, what do you expect me to do?"

"Take me to your bedroom and let me fuck your amazing pussy."

"And you don't think he might notice?"

"Then take me somewhere and suck my cock."

At that James unbuckled his pants and pulled his hard cock out for Karen to see for the first time. She instinctively reached out and stroked it for him then leaned down and took him in her mouth, licking it from top to bottom before swallowing it whole. She began to get into it and would stop to lick his balls as well, when James suddenly pushed her back, got between her legs and pushed himself inside her. Before she knew it he was fucking her hard and she was grunting and moaning along with his thrusts, soaking wet from the evening's activities.

I was lying there staying quiet, though why I still do not know. It was incredibly erotic to see, and when James stiffened and exploded inside Karen it took every ounce of self control not to cum along with him. He kissed her passionately and then sucked on her breasts for a moment before rising and going to the bathroom.

Karen just laid there with James' cum inside her. She looked over to me in worry to make sure I hadn't woken, then dipped her finger in her pussy to clean out his cum. When James got back Karen took his softened cock in her mouth and began to suck on him again. He told her he would need awhile to recover so she took his hand and led him to the spare room. I saw his cum start to leak down her thigh as she walked with only her skirt on with her hand leading him by his cock.

I lay there and waited. I could hear them talking but barely so, so I quietly got up and went to the bedroom door to listen. It sounded like they were kissing, and I assume James was touching Karen while they did so.

I wanted to walk in on them, I wanted to beat the shit out of James and I wanted to kick Karen out of the apartment and throw her belongings down the fire escape. But I didn't. I stood there, ear pressed to the door, just like I did with David and listened to another man fuck my girlfriend. I was easily 6 inches taller than him an infinitely in better shape, but it wasn't fear or cowardice that stopped me, it was this deeply rooted reality that I enjoyed it that Karen was fucking other guys. I was about to find out a whole lot more though.

My Dream of the Scarlet Woman

 

Naomi Schmitz

July 2021

My day really begins when she leaves her apartment across the street.

The time varies, but she never gets up early. When I see her in the morning, it appears like she has so much positivity that she dances out of the front door to the small café nearby. That is how elegant she is in every way she moves.

She doesn't look like a sex worker today. To me she is not working, she is not doing it for trivial gains. Somebody so beautiful must have more profound motives than to merely sell her body to strangers.

So, I will call her the scarlet woman. It is a more poetic term. Her scarf is scarlet red, and it flutters behind her like a coat of arms displaying her powerful femininity. It symbolizes her devotion, passion, dedication. To me she is also like a witch: She is proud and mysterious, and she is aware of her powers.

The woman carries herself like an artist. Every of her movements, even the tiniest, is deliberate.

She is a scarlet woman though, and I am longing for her services, although I could never gather enough courage to approach her. Yet, I imagine her fingers on my body, on my breasts, between my legs. They would sculpture emotions, paint worlds of lust. I would like to be her clay, her canvas, so she can create whatever she deems appropriate with my body. I wonder what she sees in me and what she would do to me. Would she gently tease my nipples with a feather or spank my butt with her bare hands? Would she kiss me? Would she embrace me, hold me in her arms? Comfort me?

She is a woman, and so am I.

"Do sex workers take on female clients?" is my question. My friend Google replies: "Some do", and then it elaborates:" It depends. Few do. You have to find the right one."

I don't want to find the right one. I want her. I don't even know if I'm lesbian. I know that I don't particularly like most men. Their brutish nature, their ignorant swagger, and their drunken self-confidence. Does that make me a lesbian? I know that I am scared of pussy. Of its sinister power. When I am touched down there in the right way then it changes everything. It opens a door to another world. It is like a scary drug.

When my pussy is teased, when it is unleashed.

My fingers used to be able to. Not anymore. They have become numb, clumsy like stumps. And my sex toys are just that. They are machines. I am too analytical to let them fool me that they mean their touch, that they pretend to care. They are impostors, promising what they cannot deliver.

Her fingers can. I just know that. Once I stood next to her in the café, when she took a coin out of her purse with one hand, delicately fishing the right one out like her fingers were acrobats in a circus tent. I bet she plays an instrument. One that plays haunting and beautiful notes. The piano maybe. She can find the right keys and every finger can just push down the keys with the right amount of pressure to evoke a new emotion. Imagine what they could do on my body, on my pussy?

Watching her, I feel she has travelled the world, she seems so confident, while I am sitting in my tiny room, too scared to go out, looking out of my window with curiosity, yet too much anxiety to actually talk to anyone, let alone this sophisticated woman.

I watch her every time she enters the house in the company of men. Sometimes I have seen them before. No clue where she picks them up. She also has regulars who ring her doorbell. They are the ones that scare me most. I am jealous of them. That she might fall in love with them, and she quits what she is doing. My hope to ever approach her, would be gone.

A silly thought because I could never just talk to her and ask her to do to me what she does to the men.

It's just out of the question, unrealistic.

So, I will imagine it. And it's not so bad. My fantasy will surely surpass any reality.

Imagine my encounter with her:

Me and her in the small café in line to place our orders at the counter.

"Hi!"

She turns around and smiles a little confused: "Hello! I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

I whisper: "No. But I've seen you around. I know your business, you know, what you do. The service you offer."

That was the wrong way to start the conversation, I can see it in her eyes. I am not good at this. At conversation. She is surprised and careful. I bet she thinks I'm the wife of one of the men she takes home. So, I quickly add:

"I would like to use your services... For myself. If you... offer your services to women, that is."

She relaxes and the room warms up with her smile: "That's a bit of an unusual way to approach me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be! Let's talk! And yes, I am happy to be with women."

She orders her coffee, and so do I. While we are waiting for our orders, she does some small talk about the café. There is nothing I could possibly add to the conversation, I rarely come here. But I smile and nod and agree with everything she says because it sounds so right.

We walk over to a booth and slide in opposite each other.

Facing her so close for the first time, I savor everything I see. Her eyes are dark brown and huge, and they seem to burst with curiosity and life. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders in a calculated wavy mess. Her jawline is very pronounced and square. It gives her an almost aristocratic look. Like her creator took the time to chisel it.

"So, what can I do for you?"

"Well, as I said. I would like to... hire you? I don't know how to say it."

She smiles patiently. "I understand. But what would you like us to do?"

I like how it is us, as if we have already formed some union. I don't know how to answer though, and she senses that.

A moment later the most erotic thing in a long time happens to me. She puts her hand on mine. Her delicate fingers rest on mine. They are soft and reassuring. It is so casual but also such a gift of reassurance and sympathy.

I wish I could put my other hand on hers and feel her soft skin and to gently stroke it. Not in a sexual way, but like you pet a rabbit, to feel good, but also to make it feel good. But that would be inappropriate.

I haven't been touched like that for a while. Looking at her fingers I imagine what is in store for me. Her index finger, slightly tanned and slender, is the most elegant. Can fingers be beautiful? Hers can. I just that know that its natural curvature seems to be made to perfectly slide into my pussy and do just the right things. I picture various positions in which her index fingers do things to me. How it slides across my vulva, enters my pussy, gathers the nectar of my arousal, and then feeds it to me. Her thumb seems to be perfectly shaped to arouse my clit while it roams through my bush.

If just her fingers can do all those things to me, then what can the rest of her body do?

I can see how this woman was made to make me happy.

She radiates this assurance that she is the right one. This must be witchcraft.

"Let me guess, you have never done this?"

I shake my head no.

"Don't feel bad. Don't be embarrassed. I'll run you through things, okay? And if you have a question, just ask!"

She explains how this arrangement works, and she isn't shy about it. There are people around us, yet she doesn't care if they hear us. I am mesmerized how considerate she is and how caring. After all she only wants to sell me sex, but she makes it sound so precious and relevant, and of course to me it absolutely is.

This is how I imagine this conversation to go realistically. But there is another dimension in which she is especially generous and raunchy. In this world she slips out of her Ballerina flats under the table and gently touches my leg. At first, I think this is an accident, but it is not. She slides it up and down my calf gently. I wish I'd worn a skirt to feel her skin on mine. I never do, though... regretfully.

While she is talking, her leg moves up to my knees, gently pushing them apart to get access to my thighs. She doesn't stop there. Her toes move up. I can only imagine them, slender, well-shaped, tanned. Eventually they are only inches from my pussy, casually wiggling up and down, stimulating my thirst. I slowly thrust my hips forward, so my cherry can touch her toes. But she just smiles and pulls them away. She teases me. She merely teases me. I haven't made the transaction, and nothing is for free. That is her message.

There is an ATM at the entrance of the café, and I consider making her an offer:

"Please. If you just... you know... I will give you whatever you want. Right now! Well, afterwards. I promise! From the ATM there. I promise!"

I don't say it though. It would be undignified. She doesn't deal in such quick and sloppy hack jobs. She is a professional, she is the real deal. She is not a fortune teller in a tent at a carnival. She is a proper sorceress. No sleight of hand from her!

She also gives me her price. It's steep. It really is. This is much more than I had anticipated. But then again, I have thought of her as an artist, and art is not cheap. Just sitting opposite her radiating personality, I feel like even if I have to get a second job to afford her more often, it will be worth it.

We agree on a time and date. I wish I could sit there with her for a little longer, but she has to go.

"I have business to do!"

She smiles, seeking for my understanding, and already I am jealous of her business.

Before she leaves, I ask her: "Wait, what is your name?"

"I am sorry, how rude of me. I am Valerie!"

I know it is not her real name. There is a song by Amy Winehouse. I vaguely remember that the singer longs to see Valerie and invites her over. While we are listening to Amy, my friend Google later explains to me that Valerie means 'bravery'. I like it. The sound of it and the meaning.

"What do I call you?" Her question is more accurate. It acknowledges that we both deal in chosen identities.

"Samantha," I say from the top of my head.

"Pleased to meet you, Samantha!"

From the way she pronounces my nom de plume I conclude that I have chosen well. It roles softly off her tongue. If only I had given her my real name, so that she could pronounce it in the same loving way. I would record her saying it. However, it is too late now for the truth.

"I am looking forward to our date!"

It is a date? I haven't had one of those in an eternity.

She gets up and so do I, hoping for a brief hug, maybe a quick kiss on the cheeks to seal our deal. I suddenly ache to smell her hair, her perfume. It would give me so much vital information.

But she just waves goodbye and smiles one last time. The last thing I see is her scarlet scarf, as I return to my grey life.

Stop making a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over, Valerie? Those words are on my mind.

* * *

My anticipation in the following days is like a cold wave creeping through my body and slowing the rest of my irrelevant life. I warm myself in these times with my blazing anticipation and my endless imagination of what she will do to me:

When she opens the door to her apartment, I am actually scared.

She is wearing a colorful Kimono which reveals a generous amount of her chest, when she turns around, the garment opens itself and for a moment I see her right breast. It is the briefest of moments, less than a heartbeat, before the silky garment presses itself against her body and removes any indecency.

I wonder whether Valerie intended this, whether this is orchestrated to tease me. I feel bad and then I remember that I am actually here for this, and I am paying for all of it.

She invites me into her living room. I expected a lot of trinkets and walls full of pictures and memories from all sorts of experiences and travels around the world. Instead, there is almost no furniture, and the walls are empty. As if this is her workplace. And maybe it is. I never considered it.

She offers me a seat on the large couch. Her scarlet scarf is draped over it. I feel that this must be a symbol, right? This can't be coincidence!

"Would you like something to drink?"

I'm wondering whether that is included in the price. I should have asked Google!

"A red wine, maybe?" I ask.

"Coming right up!"

Payment. Google told me to pay in advance. I have rolled up the bills like gangsters do. I am looking for a jar to put it in. Like in the movies.

"I'll take that" she says gently, and I hand her the cash. To my disappointment she quickly unrolls it to count it.

Valerie, you can trust me!

She disappears in the kitchen and returns with two glasses. Valerie hands me her glass and sits next to me. Everything about her is of a casual grace. The way she is holding her glass, how she has tucked her leg under, how she plays with her hair. She brushes her neck with the tips of her hair. I make a note to kiss her there. If that is what she likes. The mere thought that I might get to kiss that beautiful creature makes me shiver.

Everything about me is tense.

She attempts some small talk, but I don't want to talk. My mouth is dry despite the wine and my mind empty despite the alcohol. I want to listen to her. My words would spoil the moment.

There are so many things I would like to ask her though. But none are appropriate, even considering that I pay her. How long she has done this, whether she likes it, how many johns she had today. I am pretty sure that she has been confronted with these questions hundreds of times before. I don't want to be a cliché, I want to be original. I am not though, and so I remain quiet.

"So, what would you like us to do?"

I did not answer that question when she asked me in the café.

I see her lips: Can I kiss them?

I see her breasts: Can I touch them?

Can I kiss your neck? Can I put my fingers inside of you? I'll be gentle, just trust me. You must have had a hard day. Let me take care of you!

I understand now that I want her to feel good. I am here to make her happy. This seems to be more important than my own pleasure.

My pleasure rests in hers. I wish I could make her come. I wish I could give her pleasure. Google has lectured me that some prostitutes actually come, that it happens more often than one would think. I don't quite believe it.

I also doubt that I would be able to pleasure her. I am not good at this. How many people has she been with today? How many people have tried? Has anyone succeeded?

While all these ugly thoughts have rumbled through my head, she has just looked at me. I still haven't answered her question.

She puts her hand on my neck and slides it around it to gently pull me to her lips.

I can smell the wine on her breath before I taste her lips. They are soft and wet. A feeling I have not felt in a long time. Something is happening to me, it's not just that our lips touch. I just know that there is some sort of sorcery going on, that she is injecting an unknown potion into my body. I breathe it in, sweet and heavy when I inhale her kiss.

I dig my fist into her hair, not sure if I am allowed to do that, if I am allowed to touch her. She doesn't object. My fingers run through the strands of her hair, and I tickle my cheek with them when I want to smell her hair quickly.

Her hand slides down my neck and to my breasts. Before she opens the button on my blouse, she checks whether I'm okay with it. And of course, I am. I am okay with all her attention and care.

I'm getting moist, and I am not talking about my pussy. My eyes are getting teary. I quickly wipe away the tear before she notices. It is not sadness, it's the beauty of what she is doing to me.

Valerie reaches into my bra and her fingers rub against my hard nipples. She plays with them and breaks off our kiss. I raise my head and offer my neck to her. She could bite me like an animal, instead she kisses the sensitive skin on my neck, and I feel her gently sucking it. I wish she did it harder. I'd proudly wear her love bite for the next couple of days. Like a teenager in love. Like a mark or a seal showing my allegiance.

But she is professional enough to leave no marks.

I don't resist when she slides my blouse off my shoulder. Undressing myself during the few times I have had sex has always been awkward. She makes it feel elegant. Like a royal would unpack a present. When she undoes my bra and slips it off, when she opens my pants, I follow her guidance.

It's the little things that I remember. When she rests her hand on the top button of my pants and seeks my approval before she opens it.

"Is it okay?" she asks. "Do you like it?", "May I?"

Valerie has taken control of me in the subtlest of ways.

She doesn't open the zipper, though. Instead, she points her attention to my breast. She kisses them, sucks them, and I feel an electricity jolting through my body. I look down at her. Guys have sucked on my breasts but never with that meaningful passion. As if there is a certain technique of moving her tongue, maybe similar to a spell, something that only witches are taught at full moon. It must be more than mere experience, it is supernatural.

I play with her hair and remember that she asked me what I would like her to do. There are so many options. There is so much she could do, and I would be okay with all of them.

But what I am most curious about are her fingers. The fingers that rested on my hand in the café, that held my neck, that caressed my nipples. I want them in me.

Maybe it is the only thing that I decide that night, but I find her wrist and put it between my legs.

She stops for a moment and looks me in the eyes. They are not as dark brown, as I had previously thought. There are sprinkles of hazel in them. It makes them even more lively. What a great choice of color, I am thinking, as if she had a say in choosing that color.

Her hand moves up and down my thigh, and for a second, I wonder whether she misunderstood, but then her fingers find the zipper. She looks at me again, and I nod before she pulls it down to reveal my panties.

I have bought a new set of underwear. Just for her. It was not cheap. For a moment I am thinking that I will never wear it again. That I will frame it and put it up in my bedroom, and whenever I meet her, I will buy a new set of underwear and a frame. And I will write a letter for each frame, like the entry of a diary, in which I will treasure my memories. And I will compose a song on the piano for every time I met her, and the song will reflect my feelings during that session.

It is a silly idea. I can't play the piano, I don't have enough money for underwear and frames, and I don't think that I would be able to find the words to express my feelings.

It would be nice though.

She has asked me to lift my hips and has peeled off my jeans and my panties.

I am naked in front of her.

It feels right, but it also feels unfair, and so in an act of rebellion I push her away and focus my attention on her, as I open her Kimono. My unwrapping of her is like that of a greedy child who can't wait to get to the presents.

It is my turn to caress her body, and I feel like a peasant compared to her elegance. But when my tongue flicks over her nipples, I hear her moan.

I am so proud of myself. That I am able to make her moan in pleasure. It is an odd thought. Only later it occurs to me that she might be faking it. But at that moment I don't mind and later I reason that she would never do that to me.

She lets me explore her body, doesn't object, whatever I do.

Eventually she takes control again, and eventually I feel her hand on my neatly trimmed triangle. Yes, I have groomed myself for her.

She seeks my approval when her fingers caress my vulva, and lost in her eyes, I almost forget to give it to her.

For a moment I am worried that I might be leaking my juices all over her couch. That is how wet I am. That is also how self-conscious I am.

 

By now my body is on fire and when her finger glides into me, I feel that something is happening that is far beyond everything I have deemed possible.

She must have dipped her finger into a poison that consumes me with lust, that manipulates my body. This is witchcraft. I feel like after this I will not be the same. Valerie will turn me into something wicked like her sex slave. And I wouldn't mind serving her, cleaning up after her clients have left, just to get a fraction of her attention. It is insane.

When I am about to climax, I whisper: "No, no, no!" But it is a whisper only in my mind. I don't want her to hear it and to stop, But I also don't want it to be over so soon. So, I gather all my strength to fight against it, to hold back.

Of course, she notices and gently tells me to relax, to enjoy it, and of course I follow her advice. There is nothing I can do against her sorcery.

This is pure beauty.

It is art.

It is too much.

When I climax, I feel like my flesh is raw, and when her fingers caress me while my lower body is caught in the most violent spasms, I push her hand away.

It is something I will regret. Something I would want to apologize for. I can only hope that she forgives my rudeness.

I never do apologize, though, I forget.

We are lying next to each other. My hand is gently playing with her breast, hers with my hair. I can't say anything. I don't want to speak. I just want to feel all my happiness circulate through my veins, and I don't want it to leave.

* * *

Of course, nothing like that will ever happen. I am too scared to approach her. I can't see myself do that, and I doubt that I will ever find the courage.

But I watch her every day as she leaves and when she returns. Those brief seconds make my day. The rest is filled with my imagination. All I can do is fantasize about my encounters with her. It might sound sad, it is not for me, though. My thoughts of her are purer than reality can ever be.

Just one thing, though: I have asked Google how I can learn to play the piano, and I am trying to put to music my dreams of our time together.

The end

Growth in the Park

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was sitting out at a park, taking in the fine greenery around me on my walk when a Particularly Attractive Woman strode by me, winking and smiling to me as she did. I watched her pass, my gaze obviously stuck to her as she hips swayed and her hair was swayed by a gentle breeze. She gives me one last glance back before disappearing around a corner. I smile and log it into my memory for later, then continue on my walk.

I only get a few paces before I start to feel something. Not sure what, but something feels off. I doesn't feel like arousal itself, though I can feel that welling up from my loins as well. I glance around for a bench and don't see any, so I quicken my step. That woman was really sticking in my mind and I was going to need to sit for a bit to calm back down, I could already feel my penis becoming erect in my shorts. At least I thought I did, I felt the familiar feeling of the fabric of my boxers against the head as it slowly slid down ward, and of the arousing swell of it increasing in girth as it grew. As I walked on, becoming more aware of my own size by the second, I realized I wasn't erect, or getting erect.

I stopped and looked down to see a more prominent bulge in my shorts, but no sign at all of any hardness. I reach a hand down and touch it, then cup it. It's me, and I could now feel it press against my hand as my dick continued to grow. I resumed walking and now could feel that my balls, too, were growing. I could feel them rub against my thighs and how my cock was now resting against them as it swung freely in my shorts. With every step I could feel my shorts becoming tighter, my cockhead reaching lower, and my balls growing rounder. I felt anxiety well up alongside my increasing arousal. Where was I going? Could I get to my car? What then? My mind raced with thoughts of what to do as I became increasingly aware of how award it is to walk with such large, and still growing, genitals.

After a few more minutes of awkward walking, I finally decided that I would just wait until dark and return to my car then, which, hopefully I would be able to drive or at least fit inside my car at that point, given how quickly my junk was growing.

Then, I stopped. I felt something I didn't know would feel so... good. The tip of my cock slowly inched out of the bottom of my shorts, rubbing my knee, as thick as a can of pringles, and still completely soft. I gasped lightly as I then felt it finally start to get hard. It pulsed, the entire length slowly lifting and pulling against the leg of my shorts. I hesitantly grabbed the cloth and pulled it up, the light touch of it making me moan as my dick slowly pulsed harder and harder, slowly pushing the head away as the shaft swelled.

I winced as my balls were constrained by my shorts and boxers, the thread and fabric strong enough to try and hold them in. Without thinking I stripped off my shorts and boxers, not caring now as there was no way to hide what I had anyway. I return my attention to my cock and see that I can't even reach the tip as the shaft juts out proudly from me, still slowly growing bigger, longer, and girthier with every passing moment. I widen my stance as my balls grow heavy and press against my legs and moan again, the feeling of being so large and having it out where the breeze can caress it enough to make me gush precum. It splatters onto the ground in front of me as I helplessly watch my body continue to change.

"Are you alright? I heard so noise coming from-" I hear a voice approach from behind me, I turn without thinking to face them, my cock swinging around in the air, lagging behind with it's immense girth, and they stop when their eyes lock onto it. I feel ashamed, aroused, and lustful all at the same time. This curvy ginger now standing gawking at my growing dick and balls doesn't seem to know what to think either. I can know she is also aroused, as her crotch quickly dampens and she steadies herself on a tree.

"Something's happening to me, I don't know why, but uh..." I awkwardly reply, not sure if I should approach her. She takes a step towards me, I smile excitedly and my dick surges in size, my legs starting to wobble from the new weight they're having to support.

"You should sit down, uh, here! Sit on this!" she quickly pulls her shirt off, laying it on the ground and helping me sit down. She holds my cock to do this as if it would help, but I don't complain. I can't as her touch sets me on fire and all I can do is moan in response as precum runs down the shaft by the gallon. She licks it from her hands before taking from the source, my cock now huge enough to rival my torso in girth and her height in length. I can barely think as she makes out with my slit, her tongue having more than enough room to slide in and play around. I'm unable to say anything before I feel every muscle in my body tense all at once as my balls unleash their fullness upon her face, dosing her with rope after thick rope of my hot, sticky, gooey, potent, and according to her, delicious cum. She moans in her own pleasure after tasting it, striping off he clothes as she tries to hold me to her mouth, the head of my cock rivaling her own. I pry my eyes open to see her gulping it down, amid the buckets of the spunk cascading down her breasts and tummy onto the ground in bucket load. I also see what it's doing to her, how she's starting to fatten between swallows of it. Her breasts soon rival my balls in size as they leak milk, and her hips wide enough to surpass her shoulders as her belly pushes her boobs aside. I gasp as I want to drench every inch of her in my cum.

I cum for what feels like an hours, but may well have only been ten minutes. By the end, my balls cover my lap as giant orbs that would each fill a seat on their own, my shaft rivals the old trees around me and my tip is well above her, letting my cum shower down onto her as she is now probably three times the weight she was. Her tits hand down, round and full, to her hips, which are only somewhat wider than her boobs. Her belly is about the same size, a third dome on her front that rests in front of her thighs, the size of which are not easy to describe and get across just how much they've grown. She wobbles and waddles around to me, completely white, head to toe.

"That was fun! Should I get my friends for Round 2?" she asks, lust and excitement oozing off her words. All I can do in response is start cumming again.

Be Careful About Your Desires Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

"Why did I come here?" was all I could think of at that moment. While the rest of the party guests were still talking and laughing, I was there, drinking quietly in silence. It was a friend of a friend's birthday party, all familiar people but few to have a conversation with. So while they argued about nonsense, my friend and I kept drinking while listening to what they were talking about.

Let's talk a little about me. I was a 25 year old guy, 5.4 ft tall and 116 lbs, a body that had always caused me complex for not being tall like the rest of my friends, and slim build without too much muscle. With short black hair, brown eyes and a sparse beard, the only thing that stood out about my figure was my ass. My ass was rounded and well proportioned, and the object of continuous "rubbing" from some of my girl friends. Those friends who had been nothing more than that, friends.I had never had much success with girls, more than the occasional fling. As for sex, with two of these flings I had made it to bed, but the little experience was the reason for not going further.

At that moment, the party was playing the typical game "I've never ever..." Laughing, some of the participants' secrets were being discovered, while others tried to hide them.

"I've never ever... made out with a person of the same sex," said Axel, the gay friend of the group with a chuckle.

Both Axel and Megan, the bisexual girl in the group, drank. Meanwhile, the rest of the group looked at each other, searching for who might be hiding something. After a minute, a guy mentioned that he didn't understand how a man could like another man, something I agreed with in my head.

"Well, you don't know what you're missing..." commented Axel. Axel was the typical effeminate gay friend. A little shorter than me with a slim figure, brown hair and green eyes. I had never liked to be around him, turning all conversations into something sexual around himself, and avoided being alone with him because of certain comments and advances with other guys that luckily I hadn't received.

"Anyways, how can you be sure you don't like them if you've never tried it" added Megan. "If you've never been with another man, you can't say you don't like them."

(I didn't know it at the time, but that sentence would be the one that would change my life forever)

People started arguing about whether that statement was true or not, if you needed to be with another man to know if you weren't gay, or with another woman to know if you weren't a lesbian. Under my point of view (increasingly impaired by alcohol) it didn't have to be true, you don't need to try everything in this life to know if you like it.

"Because you guys are afraid to try being with another guy, because of what people would think about you" concluded Megan. Megan was the girl who, after an extensive list of affairs with men, had long ago declared herself to be bisexual, now with a girlfriend for a few months. Megan was also short, with brown hair and brown eyes. She had a well-proportioned body, not thin but very attractive, with a nice ass and nice tits. What made her so sexual and so successful with both men and women was how direct she was, being the one who used to take the initiative and find her flings.

The rest of the night was spent with a lot of drinking and more partying, suffering the consequences the next day. There were still some gaps from the night, but not that sentence. "If you've never been with another man, you can't say you don't like them." Why would I want to sleep with a man when a woman has everything I could ever want?

The rest of the week passed without much interest, what I was looking forward to was the weekend again. On Saturday, before going out with my friends, I began my favorite ritual, my masturbation session. In the search for the perfect video, I inadvertently clicked on a video in which a hot girl was holding a cock. Ready for action, I started to masturbate, listening to what the actress was saying.

"...I know what you really want, what you fantasize about doing... close your eyes and imagine yourself in this room with me." I did as she said, imagining myself with that big titted brunette in bed and what she could do to me made my cock get really hard, and start jerking off faster.

"...I'd get you on your knees, in front of my beautiful pussy, wanting to eat it. You'd do anything without question at this point wouldn't you?." Of course I thought to myself, eyes closed completely aroused.

"...with your eyes tightly closed I would open that beautiful mouth of yours, and let you smell that scent of arousal in front of you." Completely surrendered, I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, wishing to have that sexy woman in front of me. "Now, open your eyes and start licking the gift I brought you... my little cock sucker!"

At that very moment, after a few minutes masturbating and mindlessly horny, I stopped and opened my eyes in terror. In front of me, that gorgeous girl who had me crazy until a few moments ago, with her huge tits and that devilish smile, had a huge cock next to her ready for me.

In that moment, I closed the PC and finished without a happy ending my session. "Shit, between last week's conversation and this, one can't masturbate in peace" I thought to myself.

Later at night with my friends, and after a few too many drinks, my friend brought up the conversation from the previous week. "Can you believe what that fag Axel said, that until we have sex with a guy we can't say we don't like them?" said with a chuckle.

"Just what I was thinking, I'm going to be suck a sweaty dick instead of a tasty pussy" said another one. "But you know Axel, maybe he was trying to get you to give him a blowjob" he said, making the others burst out laughing.

The only one who didn't laugh too much was me. The alcohol was noticeable by now, and listening to that conversation took me back to the video from earlier that evening. Suddenly, my dick was starting to get hard. I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't. Imagining myself in that situation licking a cock instructed by that sexy woman was making me go crazy. Soon after, I said goodbye to my friends and took a taxi back home and, before I knew it, I was in front of my computer with the same video in front of me and my cock already out.

"...don't worry my little sissy, I know your little secret and it will be safe with me. All you have to do is let yourself go, and I'm going to make you the best cock sucker there is. Or at least second after me sissy!" she said with a wink and a chuckle. The alcohol was making me more and more excited, wanting to stand there with my mouth open in front of that magnificent cock. It was a cock of at least 6 inches, bigger than mine no doubt, which was about to explode in my hand. "Open your mouth wide and let your cocksucking instincts take over" she said as the cock came closer to the camera.

"Don't stop sucking, feel it cum in your mouth, feel how a real man is making you his little sissy!" "You are a natural at this, keep sucking up and down and don't forget his tasty balls, kiss them, take them in your mouth, moan with them in your mouth to show this man how much you love being on your knees sucking his cock." I was licking and sucking wishing that cock was deep inside my mouth. My cock couldn't be any harder, my hand going up and down rapidly as I felt my orgasm approaching.

"You notice how his cock is about to explode? I want you to beg this handsome man to cum in your face and mouth, to transform you into the slut you really are." At that point the alcohol and excitement spoke for me.

"Please sir, I need you to cum in my mouth and my face and make me your faggot slut, I'm begging you" was all I could say between moans. At that moment the cum started coming out of the cock, powerful streams of hot jizz that I wished landed in my mouth. At the same time my cock exploded, my cum spread all over my body.

"That's it my little sissy, enjoy the honor that is to have cum from a real man on your face and in your mouth. Enjoy the taste, because you are going to learn to crave it thanks to me. Next time I'll dress you like a real sissy for my pleasure." The horniness hadn't finished wearing off, and mixed with the alcohol made me take some of the cum I had in my body, take it with my fingers and put it in my mouth. The taste wasn't bad, kind of salty and hot. Exhausted and still drunk, I cleaned myself up as best I could and went to sleep.

The next day the hangover was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. The second thing, a weird taste in my mouth, something I couldn't figure out until moments later. The taste of cum was still in my mouth, something I quickly went to clean up. But the thought was still there. And it stayed there for the rest of the week, no matter how hard I tried. Whenever I was watching porn, I couldn't imagine myself fucking the blonde actress with enormous tits moaning and taking cock, but being her. On my knees dressed with slutty outfits and makeup, sucking those huge cocks, being put on all fours and fucked hard. All those cumshots that I'd receive all over my tits, inside my ass or my mouth, and feeling like a real slut.

By the end of the week it had become the norm, and the famous phrase came back to haunt my head. "If you've never been with another man, you can't say you don't like them." Would I be able to sleep with another man? The curiosity got the better of me, and I took my cell phone to download the famous application for gay dating that Axel had talked about on numerous occasions, bragging about his success on it. Once installed, I put in my name what I had admitted to being the week before to that woman, a "virgin and horny sissy."

Soon the messages started coming in. Among them from people close to me, with whom I wouldn't dare do anything in case they knew me or they could recognize me. "Do you have room?", "Where are you from?", "What is a sissy?" among a few pictures of hard cocks. The constant attention I was receiving was making me feel horny and desired, and the need to masturbate was increasing.

And then I received the message. "So you're a sissy huh. Looking for a Master?". It was a man who lived 35 miles away, far enough away that they couldn't know who I was, and not too far away that I couldn't go. After several exchanged messages he told me he was a 42 year old man not long divorced, had dommed a CD recently and was looking for more action.

"I've never dressed as a woman" I replied. "Truth be told I had never fantasized about it, but I didn't fantasized being with a man and here I am."

"Well with me you are going to try both slut" he replied. "When you come you will wear the clothes that I'll have ready for you, and I am going to teach you how to be a good sissy for me."

A week earlier, such a conversation would have turned my stomach. But at that moment, all I could do was masturbate and wish to make it happen.

"I didn't say I'm going to go," I replied, trying to back off.

"You're not going to have any choice after seeing this slut." Instantly a picture arrived, showing the naked torso of a man, and underneath the underwear the silhouette of a hard cock.

"Right now you can't wait to see what's underneath, hot it smells and tastes like, and what would be like to be on your knees in front of a real man sissy" she continued to write. "So when you're ready, come and get it."

I couldn't deny it, my body was asking me to go and sleep with a man, and it seemed like this could be the best opportunity....