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Tired of Being a Nice Guy: Chapter 11

Tuesday Day 11

I struggled awake to a different sensation than normal (at least in
the sense of normal that I've come to expect the last few
weeks). Instead of her normal blowjob, Becky was barely touching my
dick with her tongue. It almost felt like she was writing on me with
her tongue. I looked at her to see what was up and she slithered up me
until she was lying on me.

"Good morning, sir," she said.

"Good morning, Becky. Are you OK?" I asked.

"Not really, sir. I got up early this morning and I've been thinking a
lot," she said.

"Would you like to tell me about it?" I asked.

"Sir, I'm angry with you!" she said.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"You let me be a bitch for far too long," Becky said. "We've been
together for two years, and never once did you put me in my place
until just now. Sir, why did you let me go on treating you like that
for so long?"

This was a bit much for just waking up. I shook myself awake further
and sat up a little, looking in her eyes. "What is bringing this on?"
I asked.

"I couldn't sleep much last night," Becky replied. "I thought about
our whole relationship. Actually, I thought about all my
relationships, but mostly I thought about ours. I know why I acted
like I did; I didn't know any better. But sir, it is clear now that
you know better. Why didn't you take me in hand earlier? Why did we
waste all that time?"

"Becky," I started. I stopped, not knowing what to say. Then I started
again. "Becky, I didn't take you in hand, you did. If you recall, I
just said I needed something different. My whole life I've been the
doormat. First I was too young to know any better, and then I was too
used to it. I was always the nice guy, and I didn't know any better.

"Frankly, if you had let me go, I would have tried to find someone
like you are now and probably not succeeded. I would have ended up
compromising and eventually I would have gotten lonely, caved in and
ended up in a relationship just like the one that we were in. And you
would have probably found someone else like me and ended up the same
way.

"Becky, you saved me by not giving up. You allowed me to grow. I am
sorry that I did not do it earlier, truly I am. When I think of all
those months that I could have been living like this, I kick myself."

"That is what I've been thinking about all night, sir," Becky said. "I
treated you badly. I denied you. I embarrassed you. I put you
down. Sir, I feel that I need to make it up to you."

"You ARE making it up to me Becky," I told her. "Every time I am with
my new tiger, it erases the memory of our old relationship, the old
Becky."

Becky kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I knew that you would
say that was enough for you. You are so sweet. But sir, it is not
enough for me. It gnaws at me. Sir, I feel like I need to serve
penance."

"Penance?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "It is not enough for me to just change my
behavior. I need to be punished for my past actions so that I can let
them go."

We were delving into some deep psychological stuff that I did not feel
prepared to deal with. "What do you mean punished?" I asked.

"I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said,
smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know
how that turns me on!

"But what I am saying, sir, is that occasionally I will request that
you punish me for specific behaviors that I exhibited towards you, or
sometimes things that I thought about. I know you are not a cruel
master, and you would not do this on your own, but I would like
permission to sometimes tell you about something from our past, and to
tell you how I want to be punished. Then I want you to punish me as I
ask."

"I'm not sure about that," I said.

"Please, sir. I know you love me. Do this for me!" she pleaded.

"OK, I'll try," I said.

"And now that I've got you to agree, sir, I'm going to ask something
even harder of you," she went on. "I know you, and I know that despite
what you say, you resented me for some of those behaviors. You wanted
me to do things and I wouldn't. I even disparaged you for asking.

"So what I want sir, is that when you punish me, you think about what
you are punishing me for, and you let out all your rage. I know you
don't want to hurt me, but I want you to do this! Please!"

I just lay there for a long time. This was way over my head. But I
couldn't deny that sometimes I wanted to hurt her for what she had
done. On the other hand, I don't particularly like to cause a lot of
pain. Finally I sighed and said, "Tiger, I will try. But I don't
promise you anything."

"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! You make me so happy!" she said. Then
she got up and went to the other side of the bed. I sat up as she came
back and knelt on the floor beside the bed. She bent her head and held
her hands up, presenting me with the crop she had bought, but which we
had not yet used.

"Sir," she began formally, "During the time we were dating I knew that
you wanted to try anal sex. Every time that you went near my ass I
forced you away. I even told you it was disgusting and you should
never try it. Sir, I was wrong. Anal sex gives me great pleasure, and
it gives you great pleasure, and I should not have denied us both the
pleasure.

"Please, sir, will you punish me for my behavior? Please use this crop
on my ass ten times. When you are done, I would like you to use it on
my pussy three times. And finally, sir, I would like you to fuck my
ass as hard as you can, so that all day I can feel the pain of my
punishment and the pleasure of your cum in my ass."

This woman just blew my mind. I sat there and thought about this for
about five minutes, and she never moved. She sat there presenting the
crop to me, and I got the feeling that if I did not take it, she would
still be there the next morning.

I thought about everything she said. It was true; it always upset me
that she denied me without ever having tried it. And she was not kind
when she did. I had been angry about it, before she had changed her
attitude. It was why one of the first things that I did after she
agreed to serve me was to take her ass. And she seemed to really want
this. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Please. For me?"

I took the crop from her hand and she scrambled up onto the bed. She
got up on her hands and knees, raised her skirt and spread her
legs. Interestingly, she put her hands above her head and clasped them
together, as if they were bound.

I swung the crop around to get the feel of it. I had never used one
before, and I assumed that Becky had never had one used on her
either. She appeared to assume that it would hurt a lot.

"Why are you being punished?" I asked Becky.

"Because I denied you my ass!" Becky screamed the word 'ass' as I
landed my first blow.

"And was that wrong?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. It was wrong!" she shrieked as I landed another one.

"And why was that wrong?" I asked.

"Because I was denying you pleasure," she answered.

"Just me?" I asked.

"No, sir. I was denying both of us pleasure!" she screamed, as I
landed another.

"And how were you acting when you did that?" I asked.

"Like a bitch!" she yelled as she received another.

"How do you think that made me feel?" I asked.

"Angry!" she yelped as she got the fifth.

"And?" I asked.

"Hurt!" as she got the sixth.

"What do you deserve for behaving like that?" I asked.

"A beating!" she screeched on the seventh.

"What kind of beating?" I asked.

"A hard beating!" she cried on the eighth.

"Where?"

"My ass!" on the ninth.

"And will it ever happen again?" I asked.

"No!" she yelled as I landed the tenth blow, and continued "No! Never!
Again!" as I quickly changed angles and landed three hard strokes
right on her exposed pussy.

I dropped the crop and looked at her. She was sobbing into the bed,
moaning, "My ass, my ass." I thought that I had gone overboard, until
I heard her say, "My ass, please take my ass. Take what I denied
you. Please take me hard."

I climbed on the bed behind her and placed my cock at the entrance of
her ass. I was surprised that I was hard, but I was. I think her
begging for it really got to me. I did as she asked and I slammed my
cock into her, getting my next surprise.

"Did you lube yourself?" I asked as I hit bottom.

"Only a very little bit, sir!" she said. "Please don't stop. I want to
feel this all day. I want you to hurt me. Please!"

I gave her what she wanted and started fucking her brutally. As I
pounded into her, I said, "This is my ass now. I own your ass. I will
use your ass whenever I want. You will never deny me your ass." I kept
repeating and embellishing those thoughts.

At the same time, Becky was screaming right back at me. She said,
"Yes! It's yours. You can do whatever you want to my ass. You own
it. You own me." She continued in that vein the entire time I was
fucking her.

Finally I couldn't take it any more, and I came in her ass. For the
first time since I started fucking her in her ass, she did not cum
before or with me. I pulled out and her whole ass was red and bruised,
as was her pussy. Her asshole was red and gaping, and there was a
little blood around it.

I lay down next to Becky and took her sobbing body into my arms. It
took about 10 minutes before she stopped crying, and I held her the
whole time.

"Thank you, sir," Becky said. "I promise I won't ask you do to this
very often, but I felt that I needed it. I feel purged. I no longer
feel guilty about denying my ass to you. Now when you fuck me in the
ass I will not think about how I did not let you, I will just enjoy
it."

"That's good," I told her, "because I won't do this very often, no
matter how much you say you need it."

"OK, sir," she said. "Please don't tell Jamie about this. This is just
between you and me, please?"

"Don't worry my little Becky, there can be things just between us. I
love you. You are already late to work. How are you going to manage
this?"

"Sir, I need to! I need to go to work and have a hard time sitting
down. I need to feel it in my ass all day. It will help me get through
this. Don't worry about me, sir. It's like I told Jamie yesterday;
even though it hurts, it's what I wanted, and you did just the right
thing doing it. I have to go get changed and fix my makeup for work."

Becky changed and gave me a kiss goodbye, wincing as she leaned
over. She said, "Don't forget that I am going out with Rachel after
the gym, so I won't see you till late. I love you." Then she went off
to work.

I realized that she had not cleaned me off after I fucked her ass, and
it dawned on me that she did not consider what we did to be sex; it
was her penance. I cleaned myself off, showered, dressed and went to
work.



After work I went out to buy something and then headed back to the
apartment. I made dinner, knowing that Becky wouldn't be home for a
while. I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door. I
opened it, and I recognized the person standing there.

"You work with Becky, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. I'm Joan," she said.

"Hi, Joan. I'm afraid Becky is not here right now. Is there a message
I can take for her?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm not here for Becky," Joan said. "I know she's out with
Rachel. Can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure, come in," I said, ushering her in and closing the door behind
her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, I have this message for you from Becky," she said, handing me an
envelope. I opened it up and read the message inside.

'Sir: I am sorry that I will not be home tonight to take care of your
needs. In my place, I have sent Joan to help you get some relief. You
may not touch her, but she has agreed to assist me. She knows what to
do, so please just let her. I love you, Becky.'

I looked up at Joan. She walked over to me and dropped to her
knees. She unfastened my pants and fished out my cock. "Oooo, nice!
And smooth, too," she said, and sucked the head into her mouth. She
proceeded to give me a very nice blowjob. Both Becky and Jamie were
better, but she was definitely not bad, and really, is there such a
thing as a bad blowjob?

She licked and sucked and fondled my balls. "You have it pretty good,"
she said as her mouth took a little break, "having a girlfriend who
finds strange women to give you blowjobs."

"First of all, I agree with you," I told Joan. "Second of all, you
don't seem that strange."

Joan laughed, choking a little on my cock. "You don't find a woman
that goes to her friend's house to blow her boyfriend strange?"

"Adventurous, maybe," I responded, "Strange, no."

"Well this adventurous woman wants a mouthful of cum. Can you provide
that?" Joan asked.

"Very soon," I said, and just a little while later I delivered.

Joan sucked up every drop, put me back in my pants, stood up and gave
me a kiss on the cheek. "Tell Becky thanks for me," she said.

"Thank YOU!" I said, as she left.

I could feel my fingers slipping off of my tiger's tail.



I was lying in bed when Becky got home a little before 11. I heard her
fumbling around in the living room, and then she came into the
bedroom. She was naked. She jumped into bed with me and said, "Thank
you, sir! I had such a nice time out with Rachel."

"So it was good?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir," Becky said, snuggling up to me. "That girl is so
curious. She wanted to know everything about us and was not judgmental
at all. We drank and ate and talked. By the way, I told her that you
were just kidding about her being in control of me. She was so
relieved!"

"So Rachel enjoyed herself too?" I asked.

"Did she ever! Her husband is going to get sooo laid tonight!" Becky
giggled. "She asked if we could set up a weekly girl's night
out. Would that be OK with you, sir?"

"As long as you are having fun, that's fine," I told her. "And will
Joan be supporting your nights out too?"

Becky smirked at me. "Did you enjoy her, sir?"

"I did. It was surprising, but pleasant," I said. "And you didn't
answer my question."

"No, you won't be joined by Joan every week," she said. "I do know
other people, you know!"

I looked at her, a little shocked. She laughed. "Sir, I take my
responsibility to please you seriously, and if I am not here I will
provide suitable companionship for you! Besides, I didn't think I'd be
up to doing anything with you tonight anyway."

"Still sore?" I asked.

"Yes, sir. Very," she said.

"Can we talk about it?" I asked.

She rolled onto me to look in my eyes. "I don't want to, sir. I told
you it is something that I will need, and it is for me. You did it for
me, and I really thank you for it. Please, just let it go for now."

I sighed and kissed her. "You are going to be a very difficult little
slave girl, aren't you?"

"You'll just have to keep spanking me until I obey, sir," Becky said
with a gleam in her eye. I kissed her again, then she put her head
down on my chest and I stroked her hair until we both fell asleep.


Wednesday Day 12

I woke up on Wednesday to the sound of gagging. Becky was providing my
usual wakeup blowjob, but she was doing things differently
today. "Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I just thought that it was time that I learned
to deep throat you. I love the way it feels when your cock is buried
all the way in my cunt, and the way it feels when you are sunk as far
as you can go into my ass. Now I want to be able to get you all the
way in my mouth."

Becky tried again, and she did get further than she ever had before,
but still did not get close to all of it in her mouth. After a few
more tries she pulled out and said, "It's clear to me that I am going
to have to practice this a lot, sir. I hope you don't mind if I use
you for practice?"

"Not at all," I said. "Feel free to practice as often as you need to
until you get it right!"

Becky kept trying, but couldn't get past the gag reflex. After a
little longer, she gave up and concentrated on providing me
pleasure. After I had fed her the breakfast she insisted on, she came
up to hug and kiss me. "I will learn how to do it, sir, you'll see!"

"Given the way that you throw yourself into everything else, I really
believe that you will!" I told her. Eventually, I let her go to work
and I got cleaned and dressed and went to my work.



I took a late lunch on Wednesday, and I went to the gym where Becky
was working out. As I walked in Veronica saw me, smiled and came over
to me.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "I wanted to see how Becky was doing. I haven't gotten
any progress reports, and I wanted to see if she was following her
trainer's instructions."

"She's in the back with Nelly. I'll take you to see them," Veronica
told me.

We went back and I saw that Nelly was with Becky as she was pulling
some weight down on a machine. Nelly saw us coming and waved. She said
something to Becky who looked up. She saw me coming and she jumped up
and ran over, giving me a hug and a big kiss.

"What are you doing here, sir?" she asked.

"I haven't gotten any progress reports from Nelly, so I thought I'd
stop by and see how she thought you were doing," I told her.

"She's doing very well," Nelly said. "She is following all my
instructions and working very hard. She's already lost five pounds,
and she is starting to firm up. If she keeps this up you'll start
seeing a noticeable difference very soon."

"And has she given you any problems?" I asked. "Is she skipping
sessions or not working out as hard as you'd like?"

"No," Nelly told me. "In fact, she's been a model client. I wish all
my clients worked at it like Becky does; my job would be much more
fun."

Becky stuck her tongue out at me and said, "See! I told you I would
work at it!"

Veronica asked Nelly to come with her for a minute, and I continued
talking to Becky. "I am very proud of you. You are working hard. Can I
see the workout that she has set up for you?"

Becky showed me some of the things that they were working on. Nelly
came back, looking a little upset. Veronica was with her and said,
"They are almost done for the day. Would you like to sit with me until
they are finished?"

I agreed, and we went off while Nelly helped Becky through the end of
the routine. Veronica said, "I am sorry that one of our employees did
not provide you the service that you requested. Nelly would like to
apologize to you when she is finished with Becky, if that is OK with
you."

"That's fine," I said. When they were done with the workout, Becky
went to the locker room to shower and change and Veronica escorted
Nelly and me to an office in the back.

"Nelly, do you have something to say?" Veronica asked.

Nelly looked at Veronica angrily and said, "I'm sorry that I did not
send the status reports that you asked for. I was wrong, and I think
that I deserve to be punished for my actions."

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.

Veronica said, "We know what would happen to Becky if she got a bad
report, and I have spoken to Nelly and she agrees that since Becky
would be spanked if she did not perform, than Nelly should be spanked
since she did not perform."

"And I am the one to do the spanking?" I asked.

Veronica replied, "You are the one who was wronged." Then she said,
sternly, "Nelly!"

At Veronica's command Nelly went to the front of the desk, lowered her
sweats and panties and draped herself across the desk.

"Would you prefer to use your hand or a paddle?" Veronica asked,
clearly excited.

"What I'd like," I told Veronica, "is to have a moment alone with
Nelly."

Veronica looked like she did not understand.

"Leave the room, Veronica," I repeated. "Don't worry, I won't touch
Nelly while you are gone. Go tell Becky where we are, and have her
wait for me."

Veronica looked like she wanted to argue, but she simply left as I had
instructed. I went around the desk and sat down in the chair. Nelly
had not moved.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Veronica told me that I had to," she replied.

"Had to or what?" I asked.

"We used to date, and she liked to make me do things like this," Nelly
told me. "She wasn't particularly good at it, but occasionally she
makes me do something 'for old times sake.' Plus, I'm afraid if I piss
her off she could get me fired."

"Why didn't you send me progress reports?" I asked.

Nelly looked down and said, "I forgot. I told Veronica, and she said
not to worry about it, but I should have. I'm sorry that I did not
send the reports to you, and you can be sure that I will in the
future."

"I appreciate that," I told her. "What do you mean that Veronica was
not good at things like this?"

Nelly sighed. "I really shouldn't be airing my dirty laundry."

"But..." I prompted.

"She likes to play the dominant one, but she really isn't," Nelly
explained. "I think she is terrified of losing control, but she really
is not a particularly dominant person. When she plays the games she
seems more insecure than dominant."

"Yet you are bent over the desk with your pants down," I said.

"Well, I still sometimes like the games," Nelly told me, "and like I
said, I'm not sure how she'll react if I don't do this."

"Is there a way that you can page Veronica back here?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, and she picked up the phone and paged her.

"Does anyone call her anything but Veronica?" I asked Nelly. "Ronnie,
perhaps?"

"Not really," she said. "She doesn't like it when people call her
Ronnie."

Veronica walked in, closed the door behind her and stood there
nervously.

"I had a talk with Nelly," I told Veronica, "and I agree that she
dropped the ball. Please sit here, and I will administer her
punishment. I will give her ten spanks on her bare ass with my hand."

Becky sat down and I went behind Nelly and began. I gave her the
promised punishment, though I did not do it very hard. After I was
done, Nelly said, "Thank you. I won't forget again." She got up and
pulled up her pants.

"You're welcome," I said. "Now Veronica, while I've punished Nelly,
don't you think that you have some responsibility in this as well? You
are the manager here, and you knew what I had requested. You didn't
ensure that your employee did what she was supposed to.

"Furthermore, when I confronted you about it, you passed the blame
onto Nelly, and encouraged me to punish her, when, as a manager, it is
your responsibility to handle internal matters. Don't you agree?"

Veronica looked like a deer in headlights. She didn't say
anything. Her mouth was opening and closing, but nothing came out.

"As the manager, I believe that you should share the punishment with
Nelly, and in fact, I believe that you should receive an additional
punishment for not performing your duties as a manager to the level
that you should have. Don't you agree?"

Again, Veronica said nothing.

"Veronica, please take off your pants and bend over the desk," I told
her.

Veronica just sat there doing nothing, looking at me blankly. Nelly,
on the other hand, had quite a smirk on her face.

"Now!" I barked at Veronica.

Veronica jumped up, lowered her head, and then lowered her pants. In a
few seconds she was draped across the desk.

"For not ensuring that I got the reports that I requested, you will
get the same punishment that Nelly got. For being a bad manager, you
will get ten with a paddle. I believe that you offered a paddle
before. Where is it?"

"In the bottom drawer," she whispered.

"Please get it for me Nelly," I asked.

I got behind Veronica and I said, "Count for me, Ronnie."

I spanked her once and she said, "One."

"One, what?" I asked.

"One, sir," she replied.

I continued until the ten were done. I didn't do it particularly hard,
but she definitely felt them. I went around the desk and sat down
again. "Do you have something to say to me, Ronnie?"

She looked at me with a confused look, with tears on her cheeks.

"Do you remember what Nelly said after I spanked her?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry you didn't get the reports."

"Very good," I said. "Now we'll move on to the second part of your
punishment."

I went back around to her ass, and said, "Spread your legs wide,
Ronnie."

Veronica did not hesitate. Her brown pussy hair was evident, as was
the fact that she was aroused. How did I manage to get women into
positions like this? I took the paddle from Nelly and, without warning
I slammed it into her ass. She yelped and after she got her breath
back said, "One, sir."

I did the next nine, though with a greatly lessened force. When I was
done, she said without prompting, "Thank you, sir. I am sorry that I
was not a better manager. I will try harder."

"You're welcome," I said. "You can go now, Nelly." Nelly left with a
wink to me.

Veronica did not make any move to get up. I went back around and sat
down in front of her. "Are you OK?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Do you still want to borrow Becky?" I asked. She looked at me with a
terrified look in her eyes and shook her head no.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" I asked. She looked down and
did not respond.

I moved my head right next to hers and whispered in her ear, "Would
you like me to make you cum, Ronnie?"

She started crying and squeezed her eyes shut tight. For a moment she
did nothing else, then she nodded her head slightly.

"Are you sure, Ronnie? Do you really want me to make you cum?" I
whispered.

She nodded her head violently, still not opening her eyes. I got up
and went behind her. I put my fingers on her pussy, and it was a
little moist. I then dipped one finger into her cunt, and it was very
wet, very hot, and very tight. I slipped two fingers from my left hand
into her cunt, and started rubbing her ass with my right hand. Then I
picked up the paddle and simultaneously pushed my fingers into her
hard and landed another blow on her red ass. The only sound she made
was a small squeak. I did that three more times while probing her cunt
and playing with her clit, and she came.

The only way I knew that she was cumming was because her cunt
practically crushed my fingers. She made absolutely no sound. I
stopped moving and paddling and removed my fingers.

I went back to the front of the desk and sat down again. Her eyes were
still closed, but her head was relaxed on the desk. "Are you
satisfied?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" I asked.

She whispered, "Thank you, sir."

I said, "Once again, you're welcome. I'll show myself out."

I got up and walked to the door. As I left, I turned around and saw
that Veronica had not moved at all. I closed the door and went to find
Becky.

When Becky saw me she asked, "Will you be coming home with me now?"

"Sadly, no," I replied. "I have to go back to work. I'll see you when
I get home though."

"What happened in there with Veronica and Nelly?" she asked.

"I promise I will tell you all about it when I get home," I told her.

"OK, sir, I'll wait," she said. She kissed me, and I went back to
work.



At work, I contemplated what had happened in the gym. I could not
believe it. This was me. I was a wimp. I was a doormat. I was not
someone who had strange women pull their pants down so that I could
spank them. What had happened to me?

Clearly, one thing that had happened to me was Becky. Left to my own
devices, I would have pushed Becky to a certain extent, and I would
have felt a little more comfortable, a little more powerful, a little
more confident.

But Becky kept pushing even further. Becky brought Jamie into the
picture. Becky kept having me dominate her more than I expected. Becky
sent me Joan. Becky was increasing my comfort with being dominant.

How was it that I recognized that Veronica was not dominant? She
certainly tried to act like she was, but I could tell that it was just
an act. She was not a dominant person. She was, in fact, a very
submissive person, terrified of her submissiveness and masking it with
a dominance act. But I still did not understand how I knew that.

'Oh well, ' I thought to myself, 'the world certainly works in
mysterious ways. And for once, I seem to be on top of it!'



When I got home, Becky was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing the
schoolgirl skirt and blouse, and her hair was done up as I had
requested. She was a walking wet dream. As she came over and kissed
me, I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my hand under the skirt,
squeezing her naked ass cheeks.

"And how is my sexy little girl today?" I asked when I came up for
air.

"Hot, wet and wondering what went on at the gym today," she replied.

How to explain? "I had asked Nelly for progress reports, and I had not
received any. I brought this to Veronica's attention, and she wanted
me to punish Nelly for this oversight."

"Punish Nelly?" asked Becky. "What does that mean?"

"What does it mean when I punish you?" I asked Becky. "Remember that I
had told Veronica and Nelly that you would be spanked if you did not
progress. That is what Veronica wanted me to do to Nelly."

"Did you do it?" Becky asked.

"Yes, I did," I told her. "But first I talked with her about why she
was doing it and about Veronica. I realized that Veronica was not as
dominant as she tried to make herself out to be."

"Really?" Becky said. "And did you make use of that information."

"I did," I replied.

"What did you do?" Becky asked me with an exasperated tone.

"What would you have done?" I countered.

"I probably would have punished Veronica too," she said.

"That is why I don't get you," I told Becky. "You make such an
excellent slave, accepting everything and begging for more. And at the
same time, you would make a perfect mistress. You would know just the
buttons to push."

"Like Christine's?" she asked.

"And Veronica's," I said. "I had Veronica bend herself over the desk
and I gave her worse than she wanted me to give Nelly. And in the end,
she was begging for me to make her cum."

"And did you? Did you make her cum? Did you fuck her?" asked Becky.

"How would it make you feel if I said I did?" I asked her.

"Jealous," she replied.

"Jealous because I was playing with someone else?" I asked.

"No, you ass! Jealous because it wasn't me spread across the desk
being punished by you!" she responded hotly.

"Or the one behind her, paddling her?" I asked.

"That would a nice consolation prize," she said. "Or better yet, I
wish I were there while you were doing her. How did you make her cum?
Did you fuck her?"

"No, my horny little Becky," I told her. "I didn't fuck her. I won't
fuck anyone other than you unless you are there, or you know about it
in advance."

"Or Jamie," she said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Or, Jamie," she repeated. "I want you to feel free to fuck Jamie even
if I am not here and I don't know about it."

"Even if she is not also my slave?" I asked. "That's not what you said
earlier."

"I changed my mind, sir," she told me. "Either she will become my
sister slave, in which case you can do either of us at your whim, or
she won't, in which case I am even less nervous of losing you. Because
I know you, sir; at least I do now. Given a choice between someone,
even someone as sexy as Jamie, who will pleasure you as much as you
want, and someone like me, who will do the same thing and be
completely subservient to you, you'll pick me every time."

"You? Completely subservient to me?" I exclaimed in mock
surprise. "I'm not sure who's leading whom in this relationship."

"Sir, you are," she said seriously. "Anytime you doubt it, use me in a
way I don't like. You'll find that I will do anything you want, and do
it with joy." She dropped to her knees and bowed her head in front of
me. "You are in charge, sir, and I will always serve you."

"Get up here," I said, pulling her to her feet and back into my
arms. "I'll do what I like to you, but I seem to be having a hard time
finding something you don't like," I told her with a smile.

"It's because you've brought out my inner slut, sir!" she grinned back
at me. "But seriously, sir, you need to find something you like doing
to me that I don't like, and then do it every now and then, so that
you can reassure yourself that you are in charge of this relationship;
that you can do what you want to me. That I am your slave."

I kissed her and said, "We'll see. Now I want my house slave to go
finish making me dinner!"

"I thought I wasn't your slave yet," she said to me, grinning and she
squirmed away from me.

"That doesn't mean that I won't take you over my knee and make it so
that you can't sit for a week!" I told her.

"Promises, promises," she said, going into the kitchen.

I smiled to myself, and went to edit some more video. When dinner was
ready we sat down and I asked about her day.

"Both Christine and Jamie called again, just like yesterday," she told
me.

"And?" I asked.

"Nothing it was just like yesterday!" she said in frustration.

"Well we'll know about Jamie on Friday," I said. "As for Christine,
you'll either have to let her come to her own conclusion or push her
on it."

"And how about Rachel?" I asked. "Any other interesting conversations
with her?"

"Oh, she came in to work today looking quite satisfied," Becky told
me. "I wonder if her husband had to take a sick day to recuperate?
She's quite happy."

"I'm glad of that," I said. "I think next time, though, I'm going to
charge her for using you to spice up her sex life."

"I don't think she'll cheat on her husband," Becky told me.

"I don't want her to," I said. "But next Monday, call me again like
you did this week, with her in the office."

"OK, sir," Becky said.

"Before dinner I was editing some of the apartment video," I told
Becky, "and I noticed something interesting from yesterday. Did you
enjoy putting on the show?"

"Whatever do you mean, sir?" she asked.

"Whatever do I mean? Get over here!" I said. I bent her over the couch
and flipped her skirt up. "We are going to watch your performance from
yesterday, and every time I see you cum, I am going to spank you five
times."

"Why, sir? Did I do something wrong," she asked.

"Absolutely not," I told her. "We are going to watch the video. It is
going to turn us both on, and I am going to spank you, not in
punishment, but because it turns me on to redden your ass, and it
turns you on when I do it."

"Oh, if that is the case sir, please do that!" she said.

I turned the video on, and I saw Becky come into the apartment. She
stripped off her clothes at the door ("good girl," I whispered to her,
rubbing my fingers along the outside of her pussy) then went to the
bedroom. Then I saw her come out of the bedroom dressed in the
schoolgirl clothes.

She pranced around the room, twirling and skipping, clearly getting
into the schoolgirl mentality. Then she headed back into the bedroom,
and when she came out she had the dildo with her. I watched as she
flopped herself onto the couch. Then she started looked around, almost
guiltily and slipped her panties off. She tucked them under the seat
cushion, as if she thought someone might come in and find her.

She then picked her skirt up and started rubbing the dildo all around
her pussy lips. Then she slowly started feeding it into her pussy. I
watched her masturbate on screen, moving the dildo in and out while
she manipulated her clit with her other hand. While the action was
happening on the screen, I knelt down behind Becky and started licking
her from the top of her ass crack, down over her puckered asshole,
over her pussy lips and up to her clit, then back again. At the end of
each cycle I'd sit rest my head on her back and watch the action on
the screen.

In no time at all, the Becky on screen started gasping and moaning as
she came, and the sounds were punctuated by the loud shots of my hand
hitting her ass.

After the Becky on screen finished her cum, I went back to licking
Becky with the same long strokes. Between the screen, the spanks and
the gentle licking, she was going nuts. She was squirming and leaking
and moaning. On screen, Becky had not even slowed her pumping and she
was quickly approaching another peak. When she reached it, I reddened
Becky's ass some more.

Altogether Becky on screen came five times, and the Becky on the couch
had been moaning for me to fuck her since the third cum. The Becky on
the couch had not cum, as I was being too gentle with my
licking. After the last cum on screen, Becky said, "I'd better return
this to Jamie," and went back into the bedroom. Then I saw her come
out of the bedroom and leave the apartment.

I turned off the TV, stood up behind Becky, dropped my pants and
slowly sunk my cock into her. "Faster! Harder!" she kept
screaming. But I was in the mood for a slow fuck. I gave her long,
slow strokes, enjoying her oven hot pussy.

"Please, sir, I can't stand it," Becky screamed. "I need to cum. Touch
my clit! Fuck me harder! Do my ass!"

I leaned over her and very gently ran my fingertips over her
nipples. "No," I whispered in her ear. "I want to enjoy a long, slow,
leisurely fuck. I am going to stop moving now and you are going to
fuck me, but you are going to do it the way that I want it."

"Yes, sir," Becky whispered back at me.

I stood back up and Becky started moving slowly. After about ten
strokes, I felt her clench up and she came quietly. She slowed down
even more for a minute, and then started stroking again. We went
through this cycle three or four times, until I felt ready to
cum. Then I pulled myself out until the head of my cock was just
inside the tight opening ring of her pussy. I moved millimeters in and
out for a minute until I came, right at the opening of her pussy. As I
finished cumming I slammed myself all the way in and pulled her back
to me by her tits. I kissed her neck and held her like that for a
minute. The I let myself fall out of her, and still holding her,
rolled over the back of the couch so that we were both lying on the
couch. Miraculously, neither of us ended up on the floor.

"I liked that," I told her.

"Oh, sir! I did too," she said, kissing me. "I needed you to pump me
hard, and you didn't. But when you whispered for me to fuck you slow,
when you ordered me to, I swear I got even more turned on. I didn't
think that I could cum like that, and then I did! Four times! Just
from moving on you. Just because I knew you required me to. YOU are
the expert at pushing people's buttons!"

"Not people's," I said, "just yours."

"How about Veronica?" she asked. "And Jamie? And Nelly? And is there a
woman you've met in the last two weeks whose buttons you didn't push?"

"OK, maybe certain people's," I acknowledged.

"Ummm." Becky moaned contentedly as she snuggled into me. I let her
stay there for a few minutes, and then said, "I think the bed would be
more comfortable."

"Carry me," she said in a little voice.

I was happy to, so I picked her up and took her to bed. I rolled up
behind her, snuggled in, and we both went to sleep.


Thursday Day 13

Becky was trying again, but not succeeding. As much as she wanted to
force my cock down her throat, she could not get past the gag
reflex. She was very frustrated.

"Becky, stop trying that now," I told her.

"But I know I can do it, sir!" she said with an exasperated tone.

"Maybe you just don't know the proper steps," I told her. "Why don't
you see if anyone you know can help you out? Or you can look on the
Internet. Either way, right now I want a good oldfashioned Becky
blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel
like the top of my head has blown off!"

"Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that.

"I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to work.



Work was uneventful, and when I got home Becky was sitting in the
chair by the computer, playing with herself.

"Now that is an interesting sight to come home to," I said.

"Oh, sir, I'm so happy you're home!" Becky exclaimed. "I was looking
for information on how to deepthroat, and I got distracted by
pictures of women all tied up!"

She got up to kiss me and as I ran my hands over her body, I felt that
her thighs were soaked. I glanced over at the chair in front of the
computer and there was a small puddle on it!

"How many times did you cum at the computer, Becky?" I asked.

"Four or five, sir. Is that OK?" Becky asked.

"It's fine!" I replied. "You know I love it when you cum. But you do
need to clean up your messes," I said, pointing to the chair.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" she said embarrassedly.

She started going to the kitchen for paper towels and I said, "Not
that way."

Becky looked at me for a moment, and then smiled wickedly. She swayed
over to the chair and knelt down on the opposite side. Keeping eye
contact with me she extended her tongue and slowly swiped at the
puddle. Her tongue ran through her cum and she sucked it into her
mouth. She did that a number of times, and I had to adjust myself to
make room for my growing cock.

Soon she had the chair cleaned and said, "I hope that is clean to your
satisfaction, sir. If not, please feel free to punish me for the
mess!"

"Wench!" I said. "Go get dinner so that you can tell me about your
day!"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

At dinner, I quizzed Becky about her day.

"I talked with both Jamie and Christine again. I asked them if they
could deep throat. Christine can, but she says she just could always
do it, and she didn't know how to teach me. Jamie can't, but if I
figure it out she wants to know how. How would that be, sir? Three
little slave girls that could all take you into their throats!"

"It's only what I deserve!" I joked. "Seriously, though, did either of
them give you any indication that they were leaning that way?"

"NO!" Becky said with frustration. "Christine is acting all friendly
but won't say that she won't be my slave, and Jamie just says she
can't wait for our date tomorrow."

"Well, tomorrow is quite soon," I said. "Anything else of interest
today?"

"Yes, sir, in fact there was," she replied. "I had lunch with Jill
today."

"Did she give you the third degree?" I asked.

"Yup," Becky replied. "She was relentless. She kept asking me the same
questions over and over again, each time a slightly different way. She
was sure that you were brainwashing me."

"But I am!" I said, spookily. "I have you in my power. Ooooo. You are
under my control. You will obey my every command. Wha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"

"Stop it you goofball!" she laughed at me. Then she seemed to
reconsider and said, "Actually, everything you said is true. The only
thing is that I love it! I finally convinced Jill of that. Only then
she wanted all the juicy details."

"And I'm sure you resisted that entirely," I said sarcastically.

"Can I help it if I like bragging about what a good master you are?"
she asked. "I did perhaps share a few anecdotes. I think your balls
are safe from her for a little bit."

"Well thank god for that!" I said in relief. "She can be scary when
she is protective of you."

"Yeah, but she's pretty sexy, huh?" she said. "Bet you wouldn't mind
doing her!"

"Don't try to add her to our little harem!" I said. "There is no way
she would join in as a slave!"

"You're right about that, sir," she replied. "She's a bit too
dominant. But who knows how else you might get her?"

"You really are trying to kill me, aren't you? Get over here you!" She
came over and sat on my lap, facing me. I pulled her in for a kiss,
running my hands along her back.

"You know," I told her, "throwing women at me is not what makes me
happy. Having you makes me happy."

"Maybe, sir," she said with a smile, "but I'm sure having me and
having me throw women at you doesn't hurt."

"And how was your workout today?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Good," she replied. "I forgot to give you this." She got up and got a
piece of paper. It was from Nelly, and it said that everything was
going well and Becky was cooperating completely.

"She told me that I'd better make sure that you got it! I think she
was worried what would happen if you didn't get it," Becky said. "I
also talked to Veronica a little bit."

"Really?" I asked. "What about?"

"Just stuff," she said. "She seems much more demure and reserved
around me now. I think she's a little scared of you, or rather, of how
you make her feel."

"Well, I guess it's not a bad thing to have a woman scared of me for a
change," I said. "Better than the way I used to be scared of women."

I pulled her back onto my lap and I kissed her for a while. Then I
said, "Come with me!"

I took her to the bedroom and had her sit on the bed. I took her hands
in mine and said, "You know, it's been two weeks since I broke up with
you; two of the best weeks of my life. The things that we have done
together have made me very happy, and most of that happiness comes
from the way that you love it as much as I do. A willing, eager, happy
slave is so much better than someone just going through the motions.

"We have a couple of weeks left before we make this permanent, but I
want to give you something to show you how I feel about the way things
are going. I probably should have waited until tomorrow, but I want to
give this to you when we are not concentrating on Jamie."

I reached down and handed her a wrapped box. "Thank you, sir!" she
said. "You didn't have to. I don't have anything for you!"

"Yes you do," I told her, running my hands up and down her body.

She smiled at me as she ripped the wrapping paper off and opened the
box. Inside were two decorative cuffs. "I got these for you because
while they look decorative enough to wear anywhere, they are
functional as well, at least for my uses. I want you to wear these all
the time, both in the house and out. They don't look like obvious
bondage gear, but look at this."

I showed her that one of the silver bars that decorated each cuff was
attached to a hidden clip that slipped into a concealed pocket. The
two clips could be attached together to bind her hands.

"Oh, thank you sir!" she cried, hugging and kissing me. "It is
perfect. Now all day I can feel bound to you! Please, sir, can you put
them on me?"

"They are designed so that you can do it yourself," I told her.

"I don't care!" she practically shouted at me. "I want you to bind
them to my wrists!"

I took them and attached them to her, first the right, then the
left. "Clip them together, sir!" Becky demanded.

I pulled the clips out and attached them. Becky slipped her bound arms
over my head and pulled me into a kiss. She was crying.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Of course!" she said. "You do realize that the entire time we were
together you practically never got me a present that was appropriate,
don't you? You never seemed to know what I wanted. Well I just want to
tell you sir, that you got me exactly the right thing! It is
absolutely perfect. I am so happy! Please let me wear it like this all
night!"

"I insist on it!" I told her.

I slipped out from her arms and took my clothes off. Then I lay down
on the bed and pulled her beside me on her back. I climbed on and
slipped myself into her, a task made quite easy by how wet she was. I
then slipped her arms over my head again so that I could feel her
bound arms behind my neck. I made love to her slowly for a long time,
kissing her the entire time. Eventually I speeded up and I came,
taking Becky with me.

I continued to lie on top of her and kissed the tip of her nose. "You
know that I love you, don't you, my little slave girl?"

"Yes, sir. I know," she replied. "But I am not your slave girl
yet. I'm just your submissive little slut who eagerly awaits the day
that you officially make me your slave."

"It has to be official?" I asked.

"Oh, yes sir!" she exclaimed. "If you think you are getting away
without a ceremony, you are mistaken!"

"A ceremony?" I asked, surprised. "What kind of ceremony?"

"We'll figure it out, sir, don't worry," she replied. "Whatever it is,
it has to make it clear that I am giving myself to you forever."

"Umm, make it clear to whom?" I asked nervously.

"The people at the ceremony, of course!" Becky replied, her tone
implying that I was being stupid.

I slipped off of Becky and turned her around so that I could spoon her
from behind. I grabbed her bound hands and pulled them down so that I
could cup her breasts. Meanwhile, I thought about what Becky had said.

It was funny. Two weeks ago I was breaking up with her. Now we were
talking about getting married. OK, maybe not officially, but I knew
that the commitment Becky was offering was deeper and more binding
than a wedding ceremony would be.

As I drifted off to sleep, however, it was with a feeling of
contentment that I had not felt before in my life.


Friday Day 14

On Friday morning, I woke up to the feeling of Becky trying to swallow
my cock again. This time, she managed to swallow even more than
before. "You are doing better at that," I told her.

"The internet is an amazing place," she said after she had extracted
my cock from her mouth. "You can find instructions on everything!" She
put her mouth back onto my cock and moved her head until she just
started gagging. She left it there for a minute, and then started
wiggling her tongue. It felt almost like she was pulling my cock
deeper with her tongue.

She continued to do this until she had gotten to within an inch of the
base. Then she pulled out and said, "I think that is all I will get
for today, sir. You'll just have to make do with a regular blowjob."

"No I won't," I said, pulling her up to me. I kissed her and said, "I
suspect that no matter what, tonight will be exhausting for me, and I
want to save myself. But all day I will be thinking of your mouth on
parts of me that have never fit into your mouth before.

"Now, why are you not dressed yet this morning?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Becky replied, lowering her head. "I had to wake you
earlier than normal today, because I could not get dressed." She
lifted her hands and showed me that they were still bound.

"You might not have been able to unclip them, but you should have been
able to remove the cuffs yourself," I said.

"No sir, I could not!" she said emphatically, looking my in the eye
fiercely. "You bound my hands, and it is not my place to undo those
bonds."

"Am I going to have to take them off of you for your shower every
day?" I asked.

"I guess not, sir," she replied. "If my hands are not bound together
then I am willing to take them off by myself to shower, so that I do
not have to wake you. But if you have clipped them together, than I
will remain bound until you release me."

"And what if I choose not to?" I asked.

"Then I will remain bound," she said simply.

"For how long?" I asked.

"Forever," she said.

I smiled at her and kissed her. "Well, they are not coming off yet," I
told her. "I understand why you had to wake me early, but the fact
remains that you did wake me, and for that, you will be punished."

"Yes, sir! I deserve to be punished!" she said eagerly.

I sat up and pulled her across my lap. Her legs were on the bed, but
her head was hanging off. She supported her upper body with her bound
arms, so I pulled her back onto the bed, unclipped her wrists, pulled
her hands behind her back and reclipped them. Then I returned her
into position so that her head was hanging off the bed. I spread her
legs and began spanking her.

In addition to her ass, I also spanked her thighs. After each spank, I
ran my fingers along her wet pussy. Soon she was breathing hard, and
my fingers were probing deeper. In another minute she was cumming. As
she finished, I flipped her off of me. Her head was still hanging
down, but now her hands were immobilized underneath her as she was on
her back.

I grabbed her legs and moved my head between them. I licked up the
delicious fluids that were dripping off of her, and then sent my
tongue in after the source. She immediately started cumming again,
giving me even more liquid to swallow. Her head was flopping up and
down, trying to gain some purchase, but I was not allowing it. I
continued licking her through two more orgasms. Finally, I pulled her
up onto the bed.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped as soon as she regained her breath. "I couldn't
move. I was helpless! I loved it!" She moved her head up and started
licking my face off. I sat up and pulled her head to my lap.

"I changed my mind about my morning blowjob," I told her, and grabbing
her by her hair I forced her mouth onto my cock. With her hands still
bound behind her back she could not control herself at all, so I used
her hair to fuck her face onto my cock. As a blowjob, it wasn't as
good as what she normally gave me. As a face fuck, however, it was
great, and in just a few minutes I was cumming. I slammed her head as
far down my cock as it would go and came deeply into her mouth. She
gagged a little, but quickly used her tongue to get any cum that had
escaped her mouth.

I pulled her head off of me and rested it on my thigh. She kept
sticking her tongue out to lick at my cock. After a few minutes, I
felt the urge to have my morning piss. Rather than get up, I pulled
her by her hair until her mouth was on my cock again. I positioned her
so that she could look into my eyes as I talked to her. It was very
sexy looking down at her, her red hair wrapped in my hand, her mouth
around my cock, her eyes staring at me.

"I have to piss now," I told her. "You are going to be my little
toilet this morning. You will swallow every drop, or I will send you
to work with my piss still on you, do you understand?"

She nodded her head nervously, and I started to piss. I tried to hold
it to a slow stream so that she could get it all. The first mouthful
came slowly, and her face wrinkled up with the taste. I could see her
mouth filling, as she was reluctant to swallow, but soon she did. She
was soon swallowing almost continuously, and she did a great job,
taking it all in.

When I was finished she would not release my cock. She kept running
her tongue all along it. Finally, I pulled her mouth off of me and I
sat both of us up.

I kissed her deeply and laid her on her stomach. I swatted her ass one
more time for fun, and then I unclipped her hands.

"You're going to be late for work. Go get ready!" I told her.

She jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Sir," she said. I
have to tell you that I hated that. I really don't like swallowing
your pee. It tastes horrible."

She kissed me and said, "Thank you, sir, for doing that. Please feel
free to use me as your toilet anytime you want. I will happily swallow
anything from you whenever you desire!"

She then got up, bent over to give my dick one more lick and went to
get ready for work. I love the way that we twist each other's knobs.



When I got home from work that night, Becky was in quite a
state. "You're finally home!" she said.

"I'm always home this time," I replied.

"We have to get ready, sir!" she said.

"A little excited about our date tonight?" I asked with a smile.

"I can't wait!" she said, jumping up and down (which was especially
lovely considering she was not wearing anything except her cuffs).

"I'm a little jealous," I said. "I don't think you ever got this
excited about a date when I was taking you out."

"I never had quite so much happening on one of those, sir!" she told
me. "Don't you understand that this could change our whole lives?"

"Yes, Becky, I do," I said. "But it won't come a second earlier
whether you keep jumping around like that or you don't. Let's go pick
out some clothes."

"Jamie and I already have our clothes picked out," she told me. "I'll
help you pick out yours."

We went into the bedroom and I went to retrieve something. "I need to
do something first," I told Becky. I grabbed her and tossed her on the
bed. I sat on her stomach facing her legs and quickly inserted the
dildo I had gotten into her pussy. Becky screamed as I pounded her
with the dildo. I pulled it out and slammed it into her ass while I
slipped some fingers into her pussy to search for her Gspot. I didn't
find it this time, but I was close enough, because she came fast and
loud.

I pulled out the dildo and let her come down from her orgasm, and then
I climbed off and gave her a kiss. "Are you a little calmer now?" I
asked.

She looked at me amazed. "You did that to calm me down?" she shrieked.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"Well, yes, but that is not the point," she said indignantly.

"Excuse me, but this pussy and ass belong to me, so I can fuck them
for any reason that I choose," I informed her.

"I'm sorry sir, you're right. I had no right to question you," she
said. "Plus," she added with a grin, "I am a lot calmer now. If I knew
this was what would happen when I was excited, I would be manic all
the time!"

"Come on, my little slut. I need to shower before I dress, and I feel
like having you wash me," I told her.

We went into the shower and Becky washed me. She had already showered,
so she was careful not to get her hair wet, though she did wash her
body. She was on her knees finishing up cleaning my cock when she
asked, "Do you need to pee, sir? I'd be happy to assist you in any way
at all!"

I laughed at her. "Not right now. Are you going to turn into my little
piss slut too?" I asked.

"I'll be every kind of slut for you, sir," she said. "Sir, I need to
shave you again. Can I do that now?"

"OK," I said. "As long as you are calmer. I definitely would not want
you holding any kind of blade near my cock in the state you were in
before!"

We got out and she dried me off, and then she shaved my balls and
pubic area. It took a lot less time now that it was already short,
though it had been itching recently. I can see why women get so
annoyed having to keep so much of their body shaved.

When we were both dressed and Becky was all made up, Becky asked, "Can
we go now?"

"We're still about 45 minutes early," I told her.

"I'll call and see if she's ready!" Becky said. She made the call and
when she hung up she said, "Jamie has been sitting there ready for the
last half hour!"

"OK, OK!" I said, acknowledging defeat.

We took a cab to Jamie's apartment and Jamie met us at the door and
invited us in saying, "I thought you'd like a drink before
dinner. Lord knows I could use one!"

We went in and had a drink. Once again they had conspired to wear
matching clothes. Becky was wearing red again to Jamie's blue. They
were both in identical sweater dresses. They were tight enough that I
was sure neither of them was wearing any underclothes. They had a
fairly deep Vneck and they didn't go down too far below their asses.

As they were walking to the kitchen to get a drink, Becky dropped her
purse. Jamie said, "I'll get that."

Becky said, "No, let me."

Jamie replied, "Maybe we both should," and they both bent down to
retrieve the purse. They both bent from the waist. They both reached
down at the same time. And both their dresses pulled up over their
asses to prove that they were wearing no panties to cover their
pussies.

After they stood up and wiggled their dresses down Becky told me, "You
can close your mouth now, sir."

They both giggled as they got their drinks. We had our drinks and then
Jamie moved across from us. She got a serious look on her face, and
began talking to us.

"We all know that I promised to have a decision for you tonight. First
of all, I need you to know that I've made my decision. But I don't
want to tell you what it is yet. No matter what my decision is, it is
going to change our relationship irrevocably. If I choose to submit to
being your slave sir, then I will no longer be your equal. On the
other hand, if I choose not to be your slave, then while we might
continue to hang out together, I will always be a third wheel.

"Therefore, I would like to enjoy this last date with the two of
you. I want to go out and have fun. I want to have a nice dinner,
maybe a drink and dancing, and then I want to go back to your
apartment with you. When we are there, I will tell you what my
decision is. Whatever my decision is, however, after I tell you I want
you both to fuck me senseless. Is that OK with you guys?"

"No!" screamed Becky. "How could you do that? I've been waiting so
long..."

"Becky!" I snapped at her. "Sit down and stop talking!" I commanded
her.

"Jamie," I said, "I understand what you want, and I agree with you for
two reasons. First, I would also like to have another night with you
as we have been. You are correct; things will change. And my second
reason is that my tiger here is a little too anxious, and the
anticipation will do her good."

"But sir..." Becky started.

"No," I told her. "You will do what I say and you will enjoy tonight
and you will not annoy Jamie again about this tonight, do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," Jamie said petulantly.

"And if you sulk or pout, I won't allow you in the room when Jamie
tells me her decision," I told her.

Becky sighed. "All right sir," she said. "You're right. I will enjoy
this night to the fullest."

I kissed her and said, "Good girl. Now go over there and give Jamie an
apology kiss."

"Yes, sir!" Becky said with a smile. She marched over and plopped
herself in Jamie's lap and said, "I'm sorry for being a baby," and
gave Jamie a long, hard kiss. She kept on kissing her, working her
hand into Jamie's top to palm her breast and pinch her nipple.

Jamie was starting to get really worked up when I separated them. "We
still have to eat," I said. "Entertainment after dinner!"

We went out and got a cab. We walked into the restaurant the same way
we did last week, Jamie on my right in red, Becky on my left in
blue. Once again, we got looks from everyone in the place.

When we were seated the waiter handed menus to all of us, but Jamie
took the menu from Becky and handed it back to the waiter along with
her own. "He is the only one that needs a menu tonight," she told the
waiter. I looked at her and she said, "I believe you can order for all
of us. Becky and I will eat whatever you order."

Becky looked at her with a huge smile on her face and she leaned over
me to give Jamie a big hug. I noticed that when she did, the couple at
the next table got a very nice view of her bare pussy. When Becky sat
back down she neglected to pull her dress back down.

"You really are turning into an exhibitionistic little slut, aren't
you?" I asked Becky.

"Only around you, sir," she said.

"As she should," added Jamie, pulling her dress up to match. It was a
good thing that when sitting, the rest of the room could not see their
laps. I looked to my right and ran my fingers over Becky's bare
pussy. Then I looked to my left and ran my fingers over Jamie's
pussy. She had not been keeping up with her shaving, and there was
some hair growing back. I could tell now that she was not a real
blonde.

"Doesn't that itch?" I asked.

"Yes sir," Jamie said, "but Becky asked me not to shave it."

"Really?" I asked Becky.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "I have my reasons sir. If you want her to
shave it, of course she will, but I ask that you allow her not to
shave it for a few more days. I promise you that it will be worth it,
and when we are ready, I'll personally shave it for her."

"It's fine with me," I said. "Knowing you, I'm going to enjoy the
results."

"Oh, you will sir!" Becky said gleefully.

I ordered the food and some wine, and we had a very nice dinner. After
dinner we went to a bar that had dancing. I am not much of a dancer,
but who could resist dancing slowly with either of the beauties I was
with. In fact, as we were sitting there, more than one person came up
and asked one or both of the ladies to dance. Their answer was always
the same: "Oh no, I couldn't. We only dance with our man!"

Try it sometime. You'll find your ego swelling so big it barely fits
in the room. After a few dances and running my hands up and down their
bodies, we finally headed back to our apartment.




The girls walked into the apartment before me. I turned to close the
door. When I turned back, Becky had taken off her dress, the only
clothing she had on, and had sunk to her knees in position. Jamie was
still standing there, completely dressed (although she too only had a
single item of clothing on).

I went to stand near Becky and we both looked at Jamie. "I believe
that you have something to tell us," I said.

"Yes sir. Yes Becky," she started. "I've been thinking about this a
lot. I have talked over many things with Becky this week, as I'm sure
she told you. I thought about our time together and I did as you asked
and thought about the consequences.

"It has been a very difficult week for me, because I want what you
have, but I am afraid of what it means. On the one hand, I have had a
blast with you. I've seen the way you make Becky feel and I want
that. Hell, I've felt the way you make me feel and I want that. I know
that you'd push me to places I'd never imagined, and most of those
places I would enjoy.

"I love you Becky, and I have practically since I've known you. In
these last few weeks that has become physical as well, and I love your
body and doing things to it. And I love all the things that you do to
me. I could soooo see living with you and I think we would have so
much fun together, and even more fun with him.

"On the other hand, I've been thinking of the implications of being in
a three way relationship with the two of you. I've thought about what
it would be like going to dinner with our friends, being considered
the second wife. What my mother would say if she knew. What my sister
would think. How my coworkers would react if they found out, like
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: Four Seasons
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MFf first)
Language: English

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1998 Frederick T. If you're going to profit from this, please contribute
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Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society.

!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always email your
comments to the usual.

Four Seasons
(MFf first)

by
Frederick T.

With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

SUMMER

The backyard was full of noise. Knots of adults, dressed in bathing suits
and shorts with aloha shirts, were standing and sitting around the pool,
talking and joking. Five or six young children were romping around in the
shallow end of the crystal clear pool with their life jackets and floaties on.
Out in the sun it was hot but in the shadows of the late afternoon it was some
what cool in Northern Utah.

Frank Mailbu pushed the screen door open with his foot and wiggled out,
careful not to spill any of the rum drinks he was carrying. He stopped on the
grass, leading to the pool, and surveyed the crowd of neighbors who were
gathered in his back yard. He saw his wife, Vicky, in her one piece, just
starting to show the bulge of her pregnancy. She was talking with a group of
women at the far end of the pool. She was by far the best looking woman here
but there were several others Frank would love to slip his wick into. There
was a large group of men gathered around the keg on the other side of the
pool. They were gesturing wildly and Frank could tell the bullshit was really
flowing. He laughed and headed over to a group of women. They were almost as
loud as the men and Frank figured, after this round of drinks, they'd be
totally shit faced.

As Frank approached the women, he noticed Traci Nelson sitting on the
steps of the pool watching the young children. That was nice of her, Frank
thought. Traci lived up the street and was their regular baby sitter.
Hopefully, she'd be sitting for both of their sons, come December. She was a
very nice looking young lady, a little skinny but then she was only fifteen.
Frank liked her blonde hair and wholesome smile...and especially her long
legs. In another year, she'd be adorable.

While passing out the drinks, he spied Michelle Sabat. She was the
daughter of one of their old friends from Las Vegas. Sixteen and a real hot,
young lady. She was standing with Vicky at the end of the pool. Frank and
Vicky had just moved to Ogden...Jesus ! They'd been here almost a year. How
time flies when you're having fun. Frank was happy to get out of the casino
business and really liked the real estate business he started here in town.
But he and Vicky missed their old friends and the hustle and bustle of 'Vegas.
It was hard to make friends up here, almost a closed society with the
religious influence and all. Their friends, most were not neighbors in the
sense that they lived near the Malibu's, had taken months and months to find
and cultivate.

He wandered through the crowd and gave his wife a pat on the ass as he
passed her. Michelle laughed when Vicky jumped. Frank wouldn't mind patting
her on the ass. Michelle was one well put together young lady. Good sized
breasts that bounced around real nice in her bikini and what a nice rear end.
He mosied on down to where Traci was sitting with her feet in the pool,
watching the younger kids.

"Thanks for being such a good sport...Looking after the kids. Michelle
thinks she's too old for this shit." Frank thought he'd make it up to her.
"You want me to slip a little rum in your next coke ?"

The last time Traci baby sat for them, they'd shared a glass of wine with
her before leaving. "Sure...that would be great, Frank." Traci liked Frank
and Vicky because they insisted she call them by their first names.

"That bathing suit looks real good on you, Traci. Is it new ?"

"Yea ! I just got it this Summer. It's my first twopiece." Oh ! Shit,
why did she say that ? She sounded like an idiot fifteen year old. Frank
told her he'd be right back and left for the kitchen and another round of rum
drinks.

#####

The sun was behind the house and it was chilly in the back yard. All of
the kids were out of the pool and playing on the grass. Traci walked toward
the kitchen to get herself another coke. The two women were in the pantry.

"Did you see the bulge in Frank's trunks ? Jesus ! He's hung like a
mule....."

"Betty...Those weren't trunks...they...they were indecent. I almost took
the girls home."

"But...You didn't...Did you ? Did you see how he kept flirting with
everyone ? I thought he started getting hard while he was ogling that young
dark headed girl."

"Shit ! Helen...Everyone was ogling her. She was damn near naked. Her
suit was as bad as his."

"Did you notice the way he kept looking at Beth Nelson's girl...What's her
name ?"

"Oh ! Traci...She looked a lot older in that twopiece......"

Traci went about getting her coke and even splashed a little rum into it.
After all there was no one in the kitchen except those two in the pantry. She
was glad someone noticed she was wearing a twopiece and then remembered Frank
had noticed. She'd also noticed the bulge in his swim trunks...Seen her
father's plenty of times and knew he couldn't come close to filling those
trunks like Frank did. It made her nipples get hard and filled her stomach
with butterflies every time she wondered what Frank looked like naked...All
that dark hair. She imagined his penis was dark too.

FALL

The wind blew the leaves about the front yard. Traci walked through them
as she made her way to the front door. She rang the bell but it was several
minutes before Vicky answered it.

"Oh...Traci...Thank God ! You're here. I'm so behind and Frank's going
to be here any minute. Can you run up and give Pete his bath ?"

"Sure, Vicky." Traci bounded up the stairs and found Pete in his room,
playing with some Star War's figures. She scooped him up and wrestled him
into the tub. The two of them were making enough noise to wake the dead and
there was no doubt in Frank's mind that Traci was already here as he walked
down the hall towards the master bedroom.

Frank was horny as hell. He'd spent half the day coming on to a new
realtor. She was a very hot looking woman, maybe half dozen years older than
he was with the largest tits. She was married but then so was he. What's the
big deal, he thought ? Anyway, she rebuked all his advances. He hoped Vicky
hadn't showered yet.

He caught her coming out of their bedroom with just her robe on. Her
blonde hair still wet from the shower, her skin damp. The robe hardly
covering her body. His cock started to lengthen in his slacks. Lengthen, my
ass, he was getting a fucking hardon !

"Oh ! Vicky, dear, Frankie has a little something for you."

Vicky glanced down at the crotch of his slacks and smiled up at him. She
untied the sash at her waist and gave him a peek at her treasures. She was
six months along and her stomach was huge. Her belly button, normally a deep
indentation at her waist line was protruding out of her swollen stomach like a
bottle cap. Her breasts, while just a handful before her pregnancy, were like
ripe fruit thrusting out from her chest, her nipples taunt almost all the
time. A dark furry triangle covered her lower stomach, her dark pubic hair a
tremendous contrast to the platinum blonde hair that reached her shoulders.
She tried to close the robe but Frank was too quick and had his hands on her
bare, swollen breasts.

His mouth was on her neck, his hands sliding down to her ass. She was up
against the hallway wall and Frank's tongue was in her ear. One of his hands
had crept in between the cheeks of her ass and she could feel his finger
worming into her vagina. The hard rib of his cock was rubbing against her
belly. His mouth was on hers, his tongue fencing with hers. Her hands
dropped to his waist line and struggled to get his pants off. His slacks fell
to his knees and she had his hard cock in her hands, stroking it.

Frank broke their kiss and whispered, "Let's fuck..." Vicky rubbed her
belly against him and felt him slip another finger into her. She was hot and
forgot all about Traci and Pete. Her cunt lips were swollen and wet. Frank's
fingers were stirring her juices around and she wanted to feel his cock
pounding in and out of her. She pushed him away and turned toward the wall.
Frank yanked the robe up above her ass and rubbed his hard phallus up and down
the crack of her ass. He loved to watch his cock head peek in and out of his
uncircumcised foreskin as he ground his cock against his wife's ass.

Vicky reached between her legs and scratched his dangling testicles with
her nails. That's all he needed. He lowered the head of his cock between his
wife's legs and poked it up into her hair covered opening. He felt her hand
on his shaft guiding him and then he was in her. He started fucking as soon
as he felt her warm, wet meat envelope him and was stroking his full length in
and out of her almost immediately.

Vicky sucked in her breath as she felt Frank's cock penetrate her vagina.
She could never get accustomed to his size but loved the feeling of being
ravished by his big cock. Even though she was wet it was a few moments before
she was lubricated enough to feel comfortable. By then Frank was pumping his
cock in and out of her like a mad man.

"Slap...Slap...Slap !" The sound of their bodies slamming together filled
the hallway.

Traci, who had just finished dressing Pete for bed, heard the noise. She
walked over to Pete's bedroom door and peeked out. She froze and her eyes
opened wide as she watched Frank pump his cock in and out of his wife's
behind. She could hear Vicky panting, or maybe it was Frank. Every time
Frank pulled out she could see his long, hard cock dark and menacing, poking
out of a forest of black pubic hair...And then it disappeared back between
Vicky's butt. His pants and underwear were still around his knees.

"Ooohhh...Ooohhh...Vicky...Here comes...Baby." Frank was almost yelling.
Vicky thrust herself away from the hall wall and turned to face Frank. She
dropped to her knees and grabbed for the hard cock that had slapped up against
Frank's shirt covered belly. Her mouth covered the head and her hands slid up
and down the shaft until Frank started trembling. Traci could actually see
his legs shaking and saw Vicky's cheeks expand as Frank filled her mouth with
semen.

Vicky kept sucking until Frank's cock was dangling against his testicles.
"Sorry...Baby," she said, "I didn't want to have to bathe again."

Frank leaned down and kissed her...A long kiss...Their tongues roaming
around in each other's mouths. "That's ok, baby. I love filling your mouth
with cum...Almost as much as I love filling your cunt with cum."

Traci silently closed the door and leaned back up against it. Pete was
having a battle royal with his Star War's figures. She was breathing hard and
almost afraid to leave the room. She turned and peeked out the door again.
The hall was empty.

Traci eased out of Pete's bedroom and padded down the hall to the stairs.
As she approached the kitchen she could smell the sweet aroma. Northern Utah
was not exactly the center of social trend setting in the early eighties but
Traci, being almost sixteen, had smelled marijuana before. Several of her
girl friends smoked it at a sleep over last Summer. She thought, maybe, it
was something else but when she walked into the kitchen; found Frank sucking
on a weird looking cigarette.

Frank quickly pulled the joint out of his mouth and hid it behind him.
Figuring he'd been caught red handed, he casually inquired. "You ever smoke
marijuana, Traci ?"

Traci had been hoping Frank and Vicky would share a glass of wine with her
again. It was almost becoming a ritual every time she baby sat for them. She
blurted out. "Yea ! A couple of times with some girls at school." Traci had
never even smoked.

"I'll leave you the roach and you can smoke it after we're gone. Don't
tell, Vicky. She'd kill me if she knew...I hope you didn't tell her about
last Summer, you know, putting that rum in your coke...huh ?

"Yea ! I mean no, Frank...No sweat...And thanks."

"Hey ! Traci, if you want me to get you some...I can ?"

"Well, right now I'm a little short on cash."

"My treat...for being cool...ok ?"

#####

Frank and Vicky arrived home early. They always put her pay in an
envelope and Vicky gave it to her as she walked Traci to the door. Tonight,
Frank did the chore and when she got home, Traci found two joints in the
envelope along with her money. She still had the roach because she didn't
know how to smoke it and didn't want to waste it.

The following evening Traci invited a friend over to spend the night.
They shared one of the joints on the back patio. Her girl friend taught her
how to smoke, how to inhale...Well, how to get stoned. At first Traci thought
marijuana was stupid. She didn't feel any different than before she started
smoking. Her friend started laughing at something she said and then Traci
joined her. She couldn't remember why she was laughing but couldn't stop.
Traci was real stoned.

Traci was wired and couldn't sleep. She slipped out of bed, wandered into
the front room and curled up on the sofa. Her mind wouldn't shut down,
visions of Frank and Vicky kept flooding her brain...Frank pumping his hard
cock in and out of Vicky...Vicky down on her knees sucking the life out of
him. Before she realized it, her hands were in her pajama bottoms. She felt
the fleece of her pubic hair and started to massage her vagina lips. Her
nipples became erect and she felt a wetness between her legs. A finger
slipped into her cunt. It was so wet and warm and felt so good. Soon she was
sliding her finger in and out of her cunt. Traci was on fire. Faster and
faster...Her finger, covered with her cunt butter, slid in and out of her
vagina. Her hips, uncontrollable, arching off the couch. Her cunt almost
sucking on her finger and then she was there. She ripped a hand out of her
crotch to smother the cries coming from her mouth; finally coming to rest on
the couch, drenched in sweat. Still the visions of Frank and Vicky fucking
floated through her head. And the sound...Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap.

WINTER

The house was almost too warm even though outside it was in the low
thirties. Maybe that's why the house seemed too warm. In the last three
weeks Northern Utah had been the recipient of over six feet of snow. All of
the homes were well insulated to begin with and the snow, drifted up against
them, added even more insulation from the cold outside.

Traci walked down the stairs. She had just put the Malibu boys to bed.
Greg had been no problem at all but Jerry tossed and turned for over a half
hour before he finally gave up and fell asleep. She was looking forward to
watching the videos Vicky got for her. One of the movies had two of her
favorite stars in it. She could hardly wait.

She knelt down in front of the VCR and attempted to push the tape into the
machine. It kept being rejected and it was a few moments before Traci figured
out there was another tape in the machine. She punched it out. The tape had
a hand written title on the side of the cassette "Michelle August 1998."
Traci almost put it on top of the TV but something made her shove it back into
the VCR.

The tape started off with the usual static and Traci fiddled with the
tracking until the Malibu's bedroom came into focus. She watched for a few
minutes and was about to punch the tape out when she heard Vicky laughing.
She turned up the volume. She could barely hear what sounded like someone
sucking on a joint and then more laughing. This time it was both Frank and
Vicky. Traci tried to figure out where the camera was, maybe in the closet.
It was pointed toward the bed but there was no one in the picture.

She heard another female voice almost shout, "Ooohh ! Wooow !" And then
more laughing. Frank was the first into the picture. He was leading Michelle
by the hand. Vicky brought up the rear and the three of them sat on the bed
Michelle between Frank and Vicky. They were passing a joint back and forth
and laughing at each and every thing the three of them said.

She hadn't liked Michelle Sabot. Even though the girl wasn't even a year
older than Traci, Michelle treated her like a child. She thought Traci was a
little girl and Traci knew it. It made her mad. Michelle hardly talked with
her at all during the entire pool party last Summer. That's why Traci went to
watch the kids playing in the pool. Traci thought Michelle was a stuck up
bitch.

Back on the tape, Frank was moving up to lie on the bed with his back
against the head board. Traci noticed Vicky was rubbing Michelle's back as
she took a big hit off the joint. The young lady coughed up most of the smoke
and Vicky started laughing.

Michelle burst out, "Oh ! Fuck ! I've never been this stoned !" Frank
and Vicky started laughing. Frank started taking off his shirt and Vicky
stood and pulled her shift off over her head. She was naked and Traci could
see she was just starting to show the signs of her pregnancy. The video must
have been made while Michelle was staying with them last Summer. Vicky's
nipples were erect, small pink knobs of flesh poking out of small areolae.
Michelle started laughing. Vicky leaned down and kissed her right on the
lips. If Michelle was surprised she didn't show it and threw her arms around
Vicky's neck, almost pulling her down onto the bed.

Frank was down to his jockey shorts and Traci could see the bulge his cock
made. It was much larger than the bulge he made in his swim trunks last
Summer. It looked almost as big as the night she caught them fucking in the
hall. Traci still fantasized about that chance encounter; that and her finger
always brought her to a tremendous orgasm.

Frank was behind Michelle, pulling her "T" shirt off over her head. It
got hung up as the two women were still kissing. They started laughing as
Frank pulled her "T" shirt off over her head. He immediately unhooked her
bra. Traci sucked in her breath. Michelle Sabot had big tits much bigger
than hers and even bigger than Vicky's. Vicky was on the floor on her knees.
When Frank pulled the girl's bra away, Vicky leaned forward and sucked one of
Michelle's nipples right into her mouth. Michelle's areolae and nipples were
a dark brown and even larger than Vicky's. Frank was dragging his jockey
shorts down and his cock was huge. Shit ! It looked bigger than the night
Traci spied on them.

Frank pulled Michelle back onto the bed while Vicky was still sucking on
her breasts. Traci could see Vicky's tongue painting the young girl's areolae
and sucking her nipples into her mouth. Frank was kissing her and then he
pushed Vicky away and straddled her chest. He pushed his cock down and
Michelle eagerly sucked the head into her mouth. Traci could hear Michelle
slurping on Frank's cock. Every once and a while, she licked on it like a
popsicle. Vicky was busy pulling the young lady's shorts off.

Frank was starting to thrust his cock in and out of Michelle's mouth and
she was sucking on him like she couldn't get enough. Vicky had her shorts off
and stripped off her underpanties. Traci thought Michelle had a hairy pussy.
It was covered with a thick pelt of dark, curly hair just like Vicky's.
Vicky spread her legs and buried her face in the young girl's groin. Michelle
was still sucking on the cock Frank was pumping in and out of her mouth.

Vicky brought her face out of Michelle's crotch and slapped Frank on his
hairy ass. "Fuck me...Frank...You'll drown Michelle with your first load."
Frank scrambled off the young thing and got behind his wife. He was fucking
her instantly. Traci heard the "slap...slap...slap..." of their bodies coming
together. Michelle was moaning softly. Vicky was licking her cunt with long
swipes of her tongue. Traci had a hand in her pants and was fingering herself
to beat the band. She came about the same time Michelle and Frank did.

"Ooooohhhh ! Lick...Lick...Me...Vicky...I'mmmmm cummming...Aaaggh !
Oooohh ! Fuck...I'm...cumming !" Michelle was screaming but was almost
drowned out by Frank yelling, "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." as he pounded his cock
in and out of Vicky.

The three of them came to rest but Traci found her hips still humping up
to meet the finger she had buried in herself. Her cunt was greasy and slick.
She couldn't ever remember getting this wet when she played with herself. She
finally came to rest on the floor just gawking at the TV.

The action on the TV hardly stopped. Frank got up from behind Vicky, his
cock dangling down between his legs. Traci could see semen dripping off his
dick as he climbed up on the bed. Vicky stood and climbed up on the bed with
Frank. Traci watched Michelle roll over and slither up toward them.

"Frank...I want you to fuck me." Traci thought she saw Frank's cock lurch
when Michelle talked.

"Suck his cock, Michelle." It was almost an order. "Or would you rather
eat my pussy while I suck his cock ?" Vicky had her knees up and her legs
spread. Traci could just barely see some of Frank's semen matted in her dark
pubic hair. Michelle looked from one to the other and then captured Frank's
soft cock head with her lips. As she sucked on it, she looked at the two of
them as they sat with their backs against the head board. Michelle had a
great looking ass too, thought Traci. Now, that's one place Traci could
compete with her. Traci Nelson had a grade "A" ass like two pumped up
volleyballs.

"That's it, Michelle...Suck his cock !" Vicky was fingering herself.
Traci was still fingering herself and about to have another orgasm. Frank was
starting to get hard. He and Vicky were kissing. Michelle's head was bobbing
over his crotch and Traci could see her lips sliding up and down Frank's cock.
Traci wished it was her who had Frank's cock in her mouth and then she started
cuming.

Traci yanked her hand out of her jeans and got to her feet as Frank moved
to Michelle's rear end, his cock bobbing in front of him long, hard and
dark. She watched as Frank forced his cock into the young lady and started to
fuck her brains out. Vicky moved over and forced Michelle's face into her
groin. "Come on, honey...Eat the cum out of me."

#####

It was a little after two before Frank and Vicky got to bed. "Well...What
do you think...Did she or didn't she ?"

"No way, Frank...Traci...If she looked at it at all...immediately turned
it off and told herself she'd never baby sit again for such perverted people."

"Bullshit...You know she watched us fuck that night !?"

"That's what you say. I never saw her and I was looking for her. Shit !
You were too busy fucking my brains out to know what country you were in."
They were both sharing a joint and lying in bed.

Frank pushed play on the remote and said, "Get ready to suck my cock when
we find young Traci fingering her brains out !"

"The only pussy you're going to see tonight is mine, honey. Get that
tongue limbered up, baby."

Frank fast forwarded for almost fifteen minutes before Traci entered the
bedroom. She came right up to the camera and appeared to look at it from
several angles. She disappeared from the screen for about a minute or two and
then reappeared, totally nude. Frank sucked in his breath. "Oh ! My God !
She's beautiful !" Vicky was frozen. Traci climbed up on the bed and
immediately ran a hand down into her lush blonde bush. Her breasts were about
the size of small apples, her areolae and nipples a brown color the nipples
erect and pointing toward the ceiling as she started to pump a finger in and
out of her cunt.

Frank could hear her breathing hard and put his arm around Vicky guiding
her head to his crotch. "Suck me dry, baby."

SPRING

Traci was excited. She was going to San Francisco with the Malibu family.
They were visiting the Sabots and while she wasn't too hot on seeing Michelle
again...She still got tremendously turned on when she remembered the video she
watched. Well...She was excited to be traveling...Away from Ogden...Away from
her parents...And the fantasies she'd already had about this trip were almost
better than watching Frank and Vicky fuck or watching them fuck Michelle. She
imagined them seducing her...That is, if they didn't already have plans with
that bitch, Michelle.

Disappointed overwhelmed her the first evening. She was stuck in the
hotel with the boys. After all, she was the baby sitter. But what a hotel it
was. Frank and Vicky definitely traveled first class. They'd taken a suite
of rooms. Everyone had their own bedrooms. The boys shared one and Traci had
one and of course Frank and Vicky had their own.

Traci had room service bring up their dinner and quickly got the boys to
bed. She could hardly wait for the Malibus to get back to the hotel. She
waited and waited. It was past one before she heard then in the front room.
Traci jumped out bed but stopped short at the door to her bedroom when she
heard Michelle laugh real loud. Traci couldn't quite make out what they were
saying but could smell the aroma of marijuana as it drifted into her room.

Soon it became quiet. Traci thought she could hear them having sex but
convinced herself it was her imagination. She got back into bed but visions
of Frank and Vicky and Michelle flooded her head. She tossed and turned,
finally falling asleep as the sun started to make the sky light in the East.

Everyone slept late. Everyone except the boys, that is, and Traci had to
get up with them, get them breakfast and entertain them until Frank and Vicky
got up. They spent the day sightseeing and wandering about San Francisco.
Although Traci was beat, after waiting up and then tossing and turning half
the night; she was excited because Michelle wasn't with them.

Frank and Vicky went out to dinner again that evening and Traci was afraid
they'd bring Michelle back with them. She had just got the boys fed and down
for the night and was watching MTV when she heard the Malibus in the hall.
She rushed to open the door then got very self conscious as she was only
wearing her pajamas. Nothing sexy, mind you, a top that buttoned down the
front and long pajama pants with a draw string at the waist. But the Malibus
had never seen her dressed this way.

If either of them noticed they paid no attention, going right to their
bedroom. Traci was left watching television. About five minutes later, Frank
came out of the bedroom wearing just a pair of brightly colored jockey shorts.

"What'ch ya watching ?"

"Just MTV." Traci answered and then looked toward Frank. She quickly
looked away when she saw what he was wearing. Now that she was alone with
them, well Frank at least, she was almost scared. Maybe not scared but very
anxious about what might happen.

"Vicky probably won't...I don't think Vicky will bother us...Want to get
stoned ?"

Traci forgot all about her anxiety or what Frank was wearing, looked right
at him while nodding her head up and down. She had a hard time keeping her
eyes off the bulge in his briefs and the forest of dark hair covering his
chest. Frank notice her appraisal. He smiled at her as he packed a small
bong.

Back and forth it went. The room was full of smoke and Traci was more
stoned than she'd ever been before. Frank said something and she started
laughing. When Frank and Vicky's bedroom door opened, Traci jumped off the
couch.

"Traci...Sit down, silly girl." Frank told her. "What's up, Vicky ?"
Vicky was standing in the doorway with just a transparent robe on. The light
from the bedroom made her almost look naked. Traci could see the outline of
her areolae and the triangle of her hair covered womanhood. She slowly sat
back down.

"You two smoking dope ?"

Traci was now real freaked out. She tried to talk but nothing came out.
Frank started laughing. Fear of what Vicky might say or do rushed through the
young girl.

Vicky sat down on the couch, sandwiching Traci between herself and Frank.
When Frank passed the bong to Traci, she froze. Vicky finally took the bong
out of her hand and took a big hit. She gave the bong back to Traci. Traci's
fear abated somewhat and she took another hit off the pipe. She looked over
at Frank, to hand him the pipe and he started laughing. She laughed with him
and then glanced down at his crotch. Frank was leaning back, against the back
of the couch and was almost thrusting his hips out. The bulge in his shorts
seemed bigger. She started laughing again and so did Frank. He flexed his
cock and it jumped a bit in his briefs. Traci caught the movement in his
crotch and looked down. Frank flexed again and they both started laughing.

"What are you two laughing about ?" Vicky asked. "Oh ! You two are so
stoned...I'm going to bed. You coming, Frank ?"

"Let me finish this pipe, ok ?"

"Yea ! Sure, honey...see you in a bit."

Vicky left and Frank torched up the bowl again. He leaned forward so his
penis was not so visible. Still, Traci shot sideways glances at Frank every
few seconds. They both laughed each time he caught her. After catching her
several times, he reached over and touched her shoulder.

Then he fell back against the couch laughing, "I can't remember what I was
going to say !"

Traci was laughing uncontrollably. Frank pulled her back with him. They
were both half lying on the couch with their feet on the ground. Frank's cock
was a big lump of flesh in his shorts.

Traci put her chin on her chest and looked down at his cock. Frank flexed
his ass cheeks and his semi jumped in his jockey shorts. Her head jerked back
and she started laughing again. Frank laughed with her. The next time she
looked down, Frank had pulled his shorts down and about half his cock was
visible.

"Frank, how do you do that ?" She said before realizing his cock was out
of his shorts. "Omigod... !" She started laughing and stopped just as
quickly when Frank got to his feet and dropped his shorts to the ground. He
stood before her naked, his cock seemingly growing by the second.

"Traci, I think you know Vicky and I..." His thought trailed off into
nothing as he held out his hand.

Traci didn't say a word but very slowly moved to take his hand. He
covered the distance and helped her to her feet, then leaned down and kissed
her on the lips. Traci almost fell down. A surge of electricity rushed
through her body. She grabbed his bare arms, they were covered with dark
black hair. She felt him unbuttoning her top and then pushing it over her
shoulders. As it slid to the floor, Frank's hands filled themselves with her
breasts. Traci felt she was floating. Her nipples were hard little bumps of
flesh on her breasts. Frank was pinching them and then he was untying the
draw string at her waist. Her bottoms slid down her legs to the floor. For
all practical purposes she was naked.

He stood back and looked at her. His penis was sticking straight out from
a jungle of dark black hair, right at her belly button. Her breasts were
taunt with her excitement. Her areolae and nipples were swollen. She could
feel butterflies in her stomach and it felt very warm between her legs, like
she had been playing with herself. Frank was staring at the light brown
thatch on her lower abdomen.

"God ! You're beautiful. We better hurry, Traci...Vicky won't understand
if we start without her...." Then he kissed her again. Frank snaked his
tongue into her mouth and allowed it to roam around. Her tongue fenced with
his. His cock was against her bare belly, his hands cupped her ass. He
started to grind against her.

Reluctantly he pushed her away, she had been clinging to him...Grinding
back against him. His cock was painfully hard, the head clearly out of it's
sheath. He could hardly wait to feel it sink into her and knew that she could
hardly wait too. He wondered if she was a virgin ?

Frank took her hand and guided her toward the bedroom door. In the
process he got a look at her terrific butt. He wanted to grind his cock
against it. Traci opened the door on her own and looked back at Frank before
she looked into the bedroom. Frank's cock was straight up against his belly,
like a spear on a bed of dark hair. She looked into the bedroom and found
Vicky sitting up in bed smoking a joint.

Vicky smiled at her and then almost whispered, "You two sure took your
sweet time." She giggled a little and then took another hit off the joint.
Frank was rubbing her hips and grinding his cock against her ass. She ground
back. Her vagina felt wet and steamy. She wanted to use her fingers between
her legs but was afraid to. Frank pushed her into the bedroom while Vicky got
to her knees and shed her robe.

Frank and Traci moved to the side of the bed. Vicky leaned over and on
her hands and knees, sucked Frank's cock into her mouth. Frank moaned and
pulled Traci closer. One hand on her breasts, pinching her nipples; the other
caressing her behind. Vicky kept sucking and soon Frank was moving his cock
in and out of her mouth. Traci was mesmerized as she watched Frank's cock get
all slippery with Vicky's saliva.

When Frank wormed a finger between the cheeks of her ass and into her cunt
she came, jerking back and forth on his hand. Frank was really pumping his
finger in and out of her, surprised she was so wet and gooey. Vicky was an
animal on his cock. He knew she was trying to suck his brains out but he held
off. He wanted Traci to get the first load, maybe even the second. Vicky
would have to convince the young thing to get her off but Frank didn't think
that was going to be a difficult task.

He pulled his saliva soaked cock out of Vicky's mouth and flexed the
cheeks of his ass. His boner bobbed around in his crotch. Traci was already
on the way there, bending at the waist and sucking on the head of his cock.
Just her lips around the head of his cock set him off. He grabbed her blonde
hair and forced about six inches into her mouth. Her lips slid right down his
pecker and then she started bobbing her head.

Frank threw his head back and yelled, "Ooooh...Traci...Baby...Suck my
dick...Suck it !" He'd hardly stopped yelling when his semen spurted out the
head of his cock.

Traci wasn't ready for the load that exploded out of Frank's cock. His
flooding her mouth with warm spunk was almost too much. She jerked her mouth
off his cock and the second spurt shot up above her face and landed in her
blonde hair.

"Jesus ! Frank, you blew the top of her head off !" Vicky exclaimed.
From where she was kneeling it actually looked like the cum shot out of the
top of Traci's head.

Frank was dribbling more cum on to Traci's face and Traci was trying to
lick it off his cock. Another shot splattered on to her forehead and dribbled
down into her right eyebrow. Vicky pulled Traci off Frank's cock and gobbled
it up for herself. Traci wiped the cum off her forehead. Some of the first
blast had escaped from her mouth and was running down her chin, mixed with her
saliva. She wiped it away with her forearm.

Frank pulled Vicky off his cock; it fell down and dangled down against his
balls. He looked over at Traci watch Vicky lick her lips. Frank flexed his
hips and his cock twitched a little in his crotch. Traci looked at his cock.
It didn't look that big now. The head was back inside the sheath, a much
darker color than the head and shaft of his cock. She reached out and wrapped
her hand around it. She felt Frank immediately come to life.

"That's enough of that for a while, young one." Vicky said. She pulled
Traci away from Frank's cock and on to her back, slithering up beside her.
Before Traci could register the fact that she was on her back, Vicky was
kissing her. Traci opened her mouth and Vicky's tongue invaded it. She could
feel Vicky's hand on her stomach and then it was pulling her leg over her hip.
She couldn't see around Vicky and had no idea what Frank was doing.

When Vicky's hand slid in between the young girl's legs, Frank started
stroking his cock. By the time Vicky had a finger in her, he was on his knees
licking the insides of Traci's thighs. Her hips moved when he first licked
her right thigh, right up near her pussy. In fact, he could feel her pubic
hair tickle his cheek. He pulled Vicky's finger out of the young girl,
writhing below his face and buried his tongue in her crack.

Traci arched her back bringing her pussy away from Frank's face. She
squealed around the tongue in her mouth and then thrust her crotch back into
Frank's hungry mouth. His tongue went to work on her and she was shaking and
bouncing around on the bed like a bug on a hot skillet. Frank stopped for a
moment to watch his wife sucking on the young thing's tits, going from one to
the other. His cock was almost hard enough to fuck her.

"Enough...Vicky." It was a command and Vicky raised her head from Traci's
chest. The young girl was panting, her eyes closed. When she opened them she
found Frank's testicles above her face. "Lick me, Traci." Again a command.
Traci eagerly painted his balls with her tongue. He pulled his wife over by
the neck and she gobbled up half of his shaft. Frank was wild. It had taken
them three nights to get Michelle this hot. Traci made her look like a Sunday
school regular. He knew she wasn't. His cock was gaining strength with each
passing moment.

He finally rolled away from the two mouths driving him crazy sex crazy.
He couldn't ever remember being this turned on. He pulled Traci on top of him
and started grinding his hard cock against her belly, his hands cupping her
ass cheeks. Vicky was beside them kissing the young girl's shoulder. He
pulled Traci up until he could feel her pubic hair against his cock and then
pulled her thighs apart.

"Put me in, baby." Who he was talking to remained a mystery but his wife
reached between Traci's ass cheeks and grasped the base of his cock. The rest
of it was grinding against Traci's pubic hair. He pulled her up towards his
face and started raining kisses on her face and tits. He could feel Vicky
rubbing the head of his cock against Traci's cunt lips. He thrust up but his
cock slid up between the cheeks of her butt. Traci moaned around the tongue
exploring her mouth.

She could feel the head of his cock right at the entrance to her vagina.
Someone was rubbing it up and down her slit. She was so wet, juicy even. She
was surprised he missed the first time. As this thought was floating through
her mind she felt about three inches of Frank's cock invade her cunt. She
raised herself in surprise and pain. In the process, burying about three more
inches of Frank's hard pole up into her stomach.

"Oooohhh...It'sssss BIG !" She almost screamed. Vicky was back to
sucking on her tits and Traci could feel a finger probing her anus. "GOD !
It's HUGE !" She did scream this time and Vicky covered her mouth with hers.
Frank started moving in her and she was wild with lust. It felt so fucking
good. She started riding him...Had no idea what she was doing but wanted to
feel his hard cock moving around inside of her.

Frank was beyond lust, grabbed the young girl's hips and began thrusting
his cock in and out of her virgin cunt. She was the tightest, sweetest vagina
he'd ever been in and he was out of his mind fucking her. Her tight cunt was
squeezing his cock like she was having contractions. He kept trusting and
then realized she was trying to get off of him.

Traci didn't want to be on top. She wanted Frank behind her driving that
pole of pleasure in and out of her cunt, grinding his belly against her ass,
just like Michelle took him in the video. She also wanted Vicky spread before
her so she could bury her face in her pussy. She'd make them both forget
Michelle Sabot.

Frank was concerned. "You ok, Traci ?" Vicky had backed away as Traci
lifted a leg over Frank and moved toward her. Frank's cock was covered with
cunt butter and there was a pink froth around the base of his cock.

Traci scrambled to her knees and pushed Vicky to her back. Her face was
over Vicky's stomach when she turned to look at Frank. "Hurry...Frank, I'm so
hot !"

Frank was mesmerized looking at her butt. It was magnificent, like two
ripe fruit waiting to be picked. He was on his knees behind her in seconds
and rammed his cock home, deep into her cunt.

"Aaaagghh...Yeaaaa ! That's it...Fuuuck Meeee...Frank !" Frank did,
pounding his cock in and out of her cunt like a jack hammer. Vicky grabbed
her blonde tresses and pulled the young girl's face to her fur covered crotch.
She was on fire feeling Traci's tongue explore her cunt lips and clitoris.
What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. Her tongue was
never still, nibbling her labia, swiping her clitoris, then back to her
vagina. Vicky was close to cuming.

Frank was a mad man, just pounding his pud in and out of the tightest cunt
he'd ever been in. He had his hands on her hips and spread her cheeks apart.
Her hairless anus, so small, just above the dark pole of meat disappearing in
her cunt. He pounded harder and faster. There was a froth forming around her
vagina, still tinged with pink. His cock felt hard and strong. Vicky was
writhing around at the head of the bed with Traci's face in between her spread
legs. He didn't want this to ever end.

Vicky came first, filling the bedroom with the screams of her orgasm.
Traci's head came out of her crotch, thinking that she had done something
wrong and then it hit her. She started to fuck back into Frank's cock, could
feel his hairy stomach against her smooth hairless ass and most of all feel
the huge cock of his fucking her like a run away train. Her orgasm welled up
in her stomach and spread like wild fire to her cunt, then her thighs, then
back to her belly. She was on her stomach and he was still pounding his cock
in and out of her when she felt herself become wetter and gooier. Her whole
crotch was a swamp of passion as Frank's semen filled her to over flowing.

When Traci slipped to her stomach, Frank followed, with his cock still
buried in her cunt. He kept thrusting and then it was on him. His cock
shivered a few times and then spurt after spurt of cum filled the young woman
below him. He could feel it oozing out of her cunt, covering her ass cheeks
and matting his hair with his seed. He kept pumping, only stopping when his
cock was to soft to be forced back into her. A dampness glued their bodies
together and when Frank finally lifted himself off of her, saw her cute butt
covered with white spunk, the dark hair on his lower stomach matted with their
sticky mess. He rolled to his back and closed his eyes.

Vicky was still at the head of the bed with an arm over her eyes. Her
body was still tingly and she was looking forward to Frank fucking her. She
knew she'd have to wait a while. The young thing had drained both of them and
it would take Frank far longer to recover. She took her arm away from her
eyes and found Traci sitting up with her legs crossed. Her little cunt was
gapping and her blonde pubic hair was streaked with semen. Vicky could see
her swollen labia and was considering crawling over and sucking her husband's
seed out of the young lady.

Traci was exuberant. She knew she'd been better than Michelle, could sense
it and blurted out, "You guys aren't tired yet...Are you ?"

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