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I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. She was wearing the cutest
little miniskirt that couldn't have been more than eight inches long. It
fit her athletic ass tightly and when she walked up to me and held out her
hand, it moved up her creamy thighs as they whispered together. I could
smell her delicious scent and her white blouse was buttoned up in front,
but with only two buttons. The top couple were undone and the bottom ones
were open so she could tie the blouse up under her breasts, exposing her
soft stomach and belly button.
I tried to continue looking into her big blue eyes, framed by her
almost black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, but I couldn't keep
my attention on her face, beautiful as it was. She saw me looking at her
body and her lips split into a knowing smile. She lowered her eyes as if to
acknowledge I was looking at the V in her blouse where her white bra was
peeking out.
My hand was sweaty where it touched hers, and I quickly released it
with a little shake. I cleared my throat and wiped my fingers through my
hair. "Well, uh, I suppose that would be all right," I said, in answer to
her question about filling the application right away. Normally we gave out
the applications to be mystery shoppers and people returned them at their
convenience. There were only two chairs in the reception room, and a small
table that held a lamp and a couple of miscellaneous magazines.
I handed her a pen and she turned to walk back and sit down. I stared
at her ass as it swayed back and forth and watched as she sat down. I was
wondering if the skirt would rise up enough that I would be able to see her
panties. She leaned over before sitting down and picked up one of the
magazines to use as a pad for holding the application. My heart raced as I
saw the merest flash of white panties before she turned around and eased
into the chair.
She crossed one long leg over the other and I could see all the way
up her skirt, practically to her waist. I watched her as she worked over
the application, noting the perky swell of her tight top where her small
breasts were held and the lush sweep of her dark hair over her shoulders,
framing her pale skin, red lips and blue eyes. She knew I was looking at
her and would occasionally glance up at me with a small smile flickering at
the corners of her lips.
Finally she finished and handed the form back to me. I glanced at it
and caught her name: Michelle Holloway. I had a name tag on with the
company logo and my name in block letters: Ray Phillips. "Well, Michelle,"
I said, clearing my throat again. "I'm sure this will be okay. The job is
just temporary, and pays by the number of places you visit. There's a form
to fill out for each store that is pretty self explanatory. You'll be given
a list of places and a time limit to complete them."
"Can I go any time, to any of the places?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Do I have to buy anything?"
"That's completely up to you. You just have to answer the questions."
"Can I see the list?"
"We have to go through a verification process, and then you have to
sign a contract, and then I can give you the list, or your part of it."
"Can I choose from different lists?"
"I suppose so, though it's a little irregular."
"Well, Ray, when can I start?" She looked into my eyes and her smile
and her perfume and her body made my heart beat fast in my chest.
"It usually takes a day or two to get the formalities finished, and
then you're pretty much on your own."
"Can I come back tomorrow about this same time?"
I looked up at the clock and saw that it was just after four
p.m. "Yes, that would be fine," I said, thinking it would be more than fine
to see this sexy lady again, and wondering how I could work my way into her
pants, skimpy as they were.
"I'll be looking forward to it," she said, looking deep into my eyes.
"Me too."

The next day, Michelle showed up right at four and my heart started
racing as soon as she walked in. Her application was okay, and I took her
behind my desk to a separate little area to sign the forms she would
need. I had a few file folders, a couple of pens and a phone on the small
table. I set the forms on the table and sat down opposite her in one of the
two chairs there. This time she also had on a miniskirt, one that was just
as short, but fit looser, and a pull-over top that fit snugly.
Her dark skirt fanned out as she sat down and her top was cream
colored and very thin. I could see her skin through it, and her lacy white
bra. It showed off her small breasts to excellent advantage. Instead of big
boobs that stuck way out and used cleavage to draw attention, she had on
this tight fitting, nearly sheer fabric that showed off all of her breasts,
without actually showing any of them, but it did show the size and shape,
and I know I stared at them, and at her long thin legs and the patch where
her panties were, though I couldn't quite see them. I smelled her, and
thought I could even smell her pussy, but it was probably just my elevated
pulse playing tricks on me.
She filled out the paperwork and handed it to me. I glanced at it and
put it in a folder with her name on it. Her hand was extended and I took it
and shook it lightly. "Thanks," I said, and my mouth felt dry. I wanted to
make a move, but didn't know what to say to this stunning beauty, but I
didn't want to let her just get away either.
"Where will you go first?" I asked.
"Macy's," she said. "I like that store, at least mostly, and I can do
some shopping and get paid for it."
"What will you buy?"
"Oh, maybe a top or some underwear."
"Oh, well that sounds like fun."
"I like underwear."
"Would you like to model some of it?" I gulped, not knowing why I had
said that, but she had volunteered the information first.
"I like this bra," she said, putting her hands on her slinky top just
under it to emphasize it. "And I have on matching panties. See?" She
flipped her skirt up briefly and I caught a glimpse of lacy white. My heart
was thumping and I felt a lump in my throat.
"Yes, sort of," I said, my voice catching a little.
"You'd like to see more, wouldn't you?"
I nodded and raised my eyebrows, and I felt my lips spreading into a
grin as I stared at her, wondering what she'd do next. "What time will you
be going to Macy's? About this time? I get off at five, and maybe I could
meet you?"
"There's a food court in the mall," she said. "I could meet you there
at say, five-thirty tomorrow."
I quickly agreed and wrote my cell phone number on a slip of paper
and handed it to her. "In case there's a problem," I said. She picked up
another slip of paper and jotted her number on it.
"Ditto," she said, and as she got up I saw another flash of her
panties and watched her tight ass as she strolled out the door, not
glancing back. She knew I was staring at her, but it was clear she enjoyed
the attention.

The next day was a Friday, so I had the weekend ahead and no plans
for that night. I went to the food court directly from work, leaving my tie
in the car. It was just cool enough that my suit jacket felt right, so I
left it on. The food court was nearly empty, and I looked around at the
choices, and scanned the tables, but Michelle wasn't there. I got a diet
soda and sat down near the entrance.
I was nervous about meeting her because of how sexy she looked. It
felt like a date, but yet it wasn't precisely a formal date. The meeting,
for me at least, held the possibility of sex happening, but at the very
least it would mean more time spent close to a beautiful, sexy woman in a
public place.
I was glancing around at the various food places and the s**ttering
of people at the tables when Michelle came into my line of sight. Her long
black hair fell over her shoulders and nearly to her small breasts. It was
thick and luxurious and she walked like she knew men loved to look at her
and she loved the attention. She had on all black this time: a silky
button-up top that was tucked into the waistband of pants that fit her like
pantyhose, clinging to every curve of her luscious long legs. The pants
shimmered as she walked and her slender hips swayed as she placed one foot
in front of the other slowly, her feet encased in strappy heels.
I stood up so she'd see me and she walked slowly toward me, pulled
out a chair and sat down. She smelled sweet and her pale face was accented
by her dark hair and brilliant red lipstick. Her cheeks had a rose blush to
them and her eyelids sported a blue that was just a shade or two darker
than her deep blue eyes. Her teeth shone whitely as she looked into my
eyes, scanning me for my reaction.
"You look great," I said, fumbling for words. "You always do, I
suspect, but today especially."
She lowered her eyelids and then raised them, and my passion was
burning in me as I wanted to get into her. "I want to look at underwear,"
she said.
"Black?" I asked.
"Today I have on black," she said, "all black. But we'll look at
other colors too. What's your favorite?"
"Whatever you have on," I said grinning.
"Or off," she said, with a small smile on her lips.
I just nodded, and she stood up and scooted in her chair. I stood
beside her and she put a hand in the crook of my arm and we walked
side-by-side into Macy's. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and she smelled
wonderful, and occasionally she'd rub against me with her hip or her arm
and my heart was beating in my chest as we maneuvered to the lingerie
department. It was a maze of female underthings and I let her steer me
around. My eyes would go from item to item on the mannequins and then back
to the lovely model beside me. I fantasized about her wearing the smallest
and most revealing bras and panties and slips and teddys and whatever else
they were called that I saw in our little tour.
Michelle would occasionally pick up some bra or panty and hold it in
front of her and ask my opinion. "How do you think this would look on me?"
"Marvelous. Sexy." I ran out of words and my mind was a haze of
desire as her smell and the nearness of her body and the hint of sexuality
that pervaded the whole scene were all intoxicating to me.
She steered me to a section that was mostly black and some looked
like corsets with straps for stockings and many cut-outs and jutty bra
parts and some long gloves and black mesh stockings and it was sort of
fetishistic, like something a mistress would wear, a mistress who loved to
dominate her man, or men.
She didn't end up buying anything, but I was in a frenzy of emotion
by the time we left. "You'd like to see me in my underwear, wouldn't you?"
she asked, "and then maybe out of it."
"Nothing could be finer," I said.
"Follow me," she said as we went to the parking lot. "I'm in the
silver Focus over there." I stared at her long legs and tight ass as she
walked to her car. I got into mine after she closed the door to hers, and
followed her in and out of traffic until we pulled up at her apartment. She
pushed all the bells and buttons until we arrived at her door. It swung in
and she closed it behind me, coming close to me until her breasts brushed
against my chest.
I wanted to put my arms around her and crush her against me and feel
her ass and pull her lips against mine and stab my tongue inside her mouth,
but she just breezed by me and went around turning on lights and kicking
off her heels. I slipped my shoes off as well and stood waiting for her.
I heard a door close as she walked down the hallway and a few moments
later a flush. She came back and stepped into the small kitchen. She fished
a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and held it up. "White Zin?" she
asked.
I nodded and she came into the living room and held out a glass of
the pink wine to me. We clinked the glasses together and I took a small sip
and watched her lips touching the smooth liquid and stared at her tongue as
it rolled inside her mouth.
She waved a hand at the couch and we sat down. She curled up into a
corner, with one leg crossed over the other, and I tried to stretch out as
comfortably as I could and still get a good look at her.
We chatted a little and finished the first glass of wine and she got
up and brought the bottle to refill our glasses. "I'm feeling pretty good,"
she said, flipping her hair over her shoulders. "Would you like to see my
bra?" She didn't wait for an answer but started unbuttoning her shiny black
blouse. She let it hang in front of her as she sipped the wine. When she
bent over to place her glass on the coffee table, I saw her bra peeking out
from the folds of her blouse, and when she sat back, she separated the two
sides until they brushed over her bra and I could see the twin mounds of
her breasts moving softly.
Her bra was not the hard shell kind, but was lacy and partially
see-through. It had a pattern of some sort on it and I could just barely
see the hint of her nipples at the apex. They were small, but firm and
upright and I licked my dry lips as she slipped her blouse off her
shoulders and tossed it over the back of the couch. "And my panties," she
said and began peeling down the skin tight shimmering pants.
Her legs were long and thin and pale and firm, and her panties were a
match to her bra, black and lacy and held in place by a thin strap going
around her waist. The front was a mere triangle covering her pussy. I tried
to see how much hair she had there, but couldn't quite make it out.
She now sat beside me, nearly naked and holding a thin stemmed glass
of wine in her hand. She looked at me over the rim of her glass to gauge my
reaction. I could barely contain myself. I wanted to grab her and fuck her
right there on the couch, but I didn't want to come on too strong and scare
her away. I fidgeted, feeling my cock rising in my pants.
"Let's see yours," she said, smiling.
It didn't take much encouragement to get me out of my clothes. I
fiddled with the suit clothes and finally got them all off except for my
underwear. My briefs were a dark color and fit me pretty snugly. I keep
relatively fit by jogging and swimming, so I wasn't embarrassed about my
body. My cock was standing at attention and I rubbed it a little to settle
it in place.
"If you want me to model for you, you'll have to take some pictures,"
she said, and stood up. I watched her ass with the small triangle of panty
fabric in the back as she walked down the hallway. She returned with a
small camera in her hand and gave it to me. She pointed vaguely to the
controls and I figured them out quickly. She went over to the bar
separating the living room from the kitchen and put a foot up on one of the
barstools.
Leaning forward, with one leg crooked and the other extended behind
her, she lay her head on her flexed knee, her breasts just brushing her
thigh and her long black hair cascading down toward the floor. Her red lips
were pouty and I stood up and focused and then snapped the shutter. She
instantly moved to another provocative pose, and then another as the flash
went off. She moved around sinuously, striking pose after pose. She undid
her bra and held the cups in her hands and then let the bra dangle from her
fingers before dropping it to the floor. I kept taking pictures, my
breathing becoming deeper and my sweat occasionally fogging the viewfinder
of the camera.
When she slid her panties off and I could see that her pussy was
shaved smooth except for a tiny patch of sparse dark hair right at the V, I
was in a state of high excitement, and it was hard to continue focusing and
shooting pictures. She leaned back across two barstools and raised one leg
into the air while balancing the other on the footrest of the
barstool. This opened up her pussy to my view and I stepped practically
between her legs and took several shots of her bared pussy. It was dripping
wet and she put a finger inside and I took a shot of that. Then she put her
finger into her mouth and licked the pussy juice from it and I shot that as
well.
I was pretty near the end of my rope and it was hard to concentrate
on shooting pictures as my cock was begging to be released. Finally I
stripped my tight briefs down and let it out. "I want you," I said, gasping
for breath.
"What do you want?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Not right away. Follow me."
I followed her naked ass to her bedroom, my cock throbbing in my
hand, the camera left behind. She walked to the foot of the bed where a
video camera was set up on a tripod, with a light on another tripod next to
it. She turned on the camera and light and sat on the edge of the bed. The
light was very bright and it made her pale flesh even paler. She spread her
legs and leaned over and picked up some object from the bedside table.
I knelt down and put my hands on her creamy thighs. My nose was
practically in her pussy and I inhaled the marvelous scent as I moved my
head closer, my tongue dangling out of my mouth. Just as my lips touched
her inner thigh I felt a sharp blow across my back. It startled me because
I wasn't expecting anything and couldn't exactly identify it.
I looked up quizzically and saw she had a sort of riding crop in her
hand. It was about the size of a golf club, but with a springy shaft and
the end was a little spoon shaped leather pad. It was all black leather and
she popped it against my naked butt cheeks and I felt it sting. She snapped
it again on my other butt cheek, a little harder this time and a tear
involuntarily crept down my cheek.
"Eat my pussy," she said, breathing heavily. "Eat it good."
I buried my nose in the crevice of her pussy and ran my tongue up and
down and inside her until I found her clit at the top. I lapped at that
greedily and pushed a finger into her slit to lubricate her up while I
gobbled on her sensuous little button. She sighed as I caressed her most
sensitive part and then whipped the crop across my back a few more
times. She paid especial attention to my butt cheeks, and it began to hurt
less and made a sort of punctuation to the intensity of the lust that was
growing within me.
She moved her legs and pushed on my shoulders, disengaging me from
her cunt. I looked up at her, my lips dripping with her pussy juice, and
she picked up something else from the table. "This is for you, baby," she
said, holding up a bulging butt plug, "and this is for me." She showed me a
remote that was evidently connected to the dildo for my ass. Then she held
up a cock shaped dildo. She spread some lube on the plug and I got on my
hands and knees and she spread my cheeks and pushed the plug into my
asshole.
It wouldn't go in all the way at first, but she waited and massaged
my red cheeks with her lube-coated fingers and finally my sphincter relaxed
and she shoved the dildo home. It slid past the ring muscle and was held in
place by the muscle and by the enlarged base. She moved it around a bit
inside me, and it sent a tingle through me when it rubbed against my
prostate. I almost shivered and she slapped my ass. "You like that, don't
you baby? You like it when I fuck your ass." The second time she said it
wasn't a question. She knew she had me and could do whatever she wanted
with me, including fucking me and even beating me.
She arranged pillows on the bed and propped herself up on them with
her legs spread wide. She handed me the cock-shaped dildo with a vibrator
control in the base. I knew just what she wanted and I knelt to her pussy,
clamping my lips on her clit and rolling the rubbery dildo against her
cunt. It went in easily and I manipulated it so I could eat her and fuck
her at the same time.
She moaned as I turned the base of the vibrator to low, and then she
hit me again. Her hips were moving against me and I gripped them in my
sweaty hands as I ate her and pushed the dildo into her wet pussy. She hit
me again and again, and the sound became louder as I sweated more. It no
longer hurt, but started to feel good, even though she was hitting me
harder now. My pulse was racing and the sensation was more like a spasm as
my lust built up more and more.
Then she turned on the butt plug in my ass and the sweat nearly froze
on my body. The dildo squirmed inside me and the buzzing went through my
whole body. I stopped eating her pussy and drew in a deep breath. She
snapped the riding crop hard on my ass. "Eat me," she said. "Fuck me you
little whore."
I started gulping on her clit again and moving the vibrating dildo in
and out of her pussy. It slipped out and when I pushed it back she moved
her hips upward and it grazed against her asshole. "Fuck my ass," she said,
and the juicy wet dildo went into her asshole in one smooth motion. She
grabbed a handful of my hair in one hand and smacked me with her whip with
the other. "Oh, you little bitch," she snarled. "Give it to me."
She threw back her head and I jammed the dildo as far as it would go
into her ass and turned the vibrator up to max. She gritted her teeth and
her little breasts were quivering on her chest as she let out a long growl
that turned into a series of sharp cries and then a low moan of
satisfaction as she thrust her hips at me and I moved my tongue into her
pussy and lapped up the creamy fluid of her orgasm.
I turned the dildo vibrator off and felt the one in my ass stop
pulsating as well. Her hands were on my back and shoulders and cheeks as I
continued to lick at her softly as she rode out the waves of her release. I
engulfed her pussy lips with my lips and kissed her soft belly and caressed
her hips and ass and finally pulled my head free and gasped in a deep
breath.
She opened her arms and I fell into them, feeling her heaving breasts
sweaty against my chest, the little nipples boring into me and I kissed
her, knowing I tasted like her pussy, and she slid her tongue into my mouth
and put her arms around me and we lay like that for a long time, until our
hearts had slowed and the warm afterglow of orgasm had spread through her.
I realized I had also cum in the excitement, as a dribble of viscous
fluid still clung to my shrinking cock. She slid the dildo out of my ass
and I felt an additional shiver of delight as it slipped past my prostate
and the tight muscle holding it in place.
"That's a good boy," she said. "You fucked me good."
I wondered just how intense fucking this beautiful little sex pot
would eventually take me. It wasn't long before I found out, but by then it
was too late. I knew I was destined to be her love slave for whatever she
wanted.
She languished on the couch after we had both dressed. She had put on
only panties and a short robe that was the length of a miniskirt on her,
revealing her creamy thighs and occasionally giving me a glimpse of her
snow white panties. The robe had a zipper front and she left it unzipped
almost to her waist, so I could see the edges of her delectable breasts as
well, and if she leaned over I could see the rounded form of them almost to
the nipples.
"Next time I'm going to use a strap-on and really fuck your little
ass," she said casually, as if she were discussing what she was going to
cook for dinner. "And then I'm going to bring over a guy to fuck
you. You'll like that. He's got a really nice cock. I might even let you
suck him off."
"I'm not gay," I protested, "or even bi."
"Oh yes you are," she said with a finality that I couldn't argue
with. I had certainly toyed with a few small dildos in my own ass and in a
couple of women's asses, but tonight was the first time I had really taken
it up the ass. But when I looked at her, the vision of sexiness, calm and
collected and sure of herself, I knew I'd do anything she asked, even suck
a guy's cock, just to get inside her.
I was getting up to go when she unzipped her robe and reached a hand
inside her panties. She began fingering herself slowly, closing her eyes
with the pleasure she was giving herself. I watched her, transfixed and
unsure of what to do next. My cock began to rise as I watched her slide her
panties down and shove a finger into her pussy, and then two fingers.
"Eat my ass," she said in a bare whisper. "Stick your tongue in my
ass while I fuck myself." She raised her legs high and moved her fingers in
and out of her slick pussy. I got down on the floor and ran my hands over
her smooth cheeks, spreading her and raising her up even more so her
asshole was just in front of my face.
I licked between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and then
I buried my nose into her pussy and stiffened my tongue and flicked it
around her asshole. I slurped at her ass lips until they opened and I slid
my tongue inside as far as it would go, eating her asshole like it was a
pussy, or like I was kissing her soft lips and stabbing my tongue into her
mouth. Her ass tasted sweet and it responded to my kisses as I inhaled her
pussy smell and ate her asshole with complete abandon.
She flicked her fingers against her clit and began shaking as she
brought herself near orgasm. I kept up my attack on her asshole and
caressed her thighs and rubbed her stomach and touched her hands as they
went into her pussy and then she started concentrating on her clit and I
slipped two of my fingers into her pussy. I could feel my fingers pressing
against the thin membrane separating her pussy from her asshole, and I
licked at where they were, and kissed her asshole fervently and sluiced my
fingers insistently in and out of her pussy, feeling her excitement grow as
she brought herself near climax.
She began gasping and moaning and put her free hand in my hair and
clutched it tightly, bringing me deeper into her ass and fingering herself
intently on the clit as I worked my fingers in her pussy and my lips and
tongue sometimes flicked against her pussy too, and I tasted her juices on
my fingers as I finger fucked her.
Then she jerked violently and let out a protracted groan, and pulled
my face tight against her ass and her body spasmed as I held on and lapped
softly into her asshole and into her pussy while her clit manipulations
sent her over the edge into the abyss of her orgasm. She came hard and her
body slithered in my hands and I tasted her and licked at her and bit her
tenderly and made little cooing moans of my own as she came down from her
sexual high.
"Good boy," she said, her voice almost a purr. "That's what I like, a
boy who knows his place and does just what I say." She petted my head much
as a person would pet a complacent kitten and gradually she unwrapped her
legs from around my head and set them on the sofa. She zipped up her robe
partway and got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She handed
one to me when she got back and I gulped it down and ran my fingers through
my hair and straightened myself up a little as I sat on a chair watching
her sinuous moves and the air of sexuality she exuded. I was sinking under
her spell and there was nothing I could do about it, and nothing I wanted
to do about it, except succumb to her every wish.

I went back to her apartment after she called me a week later. I knew
I had to be ready for anything, and I had even cleaned out my ass by using
a prepackaged enema I got at the d**g store. I then used a syringe type
apparatus with a squeeze bulb on it to force some soapy water up my ass,
followed by warm water. I dressed very simply, in gym shorts and a pull
over shirt and sandals. I knew she'd have whatever she wanted to use, and I
would submit completely to her desires. I wanted to fuck her again more
than anything.
Michelle swung the door open and held it while I strolled in. The
room was dark, with the only light coming from the TV, where she had a porn
video playing. The air smelled of incense and throbbed with sexual
tension. I could smell her perfume when I walked in, and I thought I
smelled her pussy too. She had laid a thick rug on top of the carpeted
floor and there were a couple of padded, oversized footstools next to the
couch. The middle of the room was open.
Before I could even register what she was wearing, she stepped behind
me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. "Strip," she said, and I slid off
my clothes easily and dropped them to the floor. "Kneel down," she said and
I complied.
I felt her fingers on my ass and they were silky and smooth with
lube. She spread my ass cheeks apart and toyed with my balls and then
gripped my cock briefly before returning to my ass. Her cool fingers pried
me apart and she worked gobs of lube into my asshole with her fingers. I
was glad I had cleaned myself out as she drilled her fingers deep inside
me. I knew they'd come out clean.
She slapped me on both ass cheeks with her riding crop and then I
felt her kneeling behind me and a stiffness was probing at my asshole. I
knew it must be a dildo, and from the pressure from her thighs, a strap-on
variety. She held my hips and spread my cheeks and worked the dildo into my
asshole and then pushed. It went in only an inch or so and she unscrewed a
bottle and held it under my nose.
I inhaled the sordid scent of poppers and my head went dizzy with
desire. She pushed forward and I gasped. She held the poppers under my nose
and I inhaled again and she shoved and suddenly her cock was inside me. I
felt myself sweating and then felt the sweat cooling on my brow. She began
fucking me slowly, lovingly, and I opened to her, shoving my ass backward
as she shoved forward. Her movements were slow and sensuous and her fingers
trailed over my back and massaged my ass cheeks as she drove deep inside
me.
It felt heavenly to get fucked in the ass by a lovely sexy woman, and
I luxuriated in the feeling. I was still blindfolded so the sensation was
increased by not having any visual cues to go along with the physical
ones. Suddenly I became aware of a warm presence in front of
me. Instinctively, I looked up, but of course I didn't see anything. I felt
the heat of a body and then I felt fingers going through my hair and then I
smelled and felt the heat of a cock just in front of me.
"Suck him," Michelle said. "Suck his cock you little whore. Eat him,
you fucking cock slut."
I had never sucked a cock before, well not since becoming an adult at
least, though I had played around with other guys as a k**. I had seen
plenty of them of course, and had fucked a woman with another guy once, one
of us going at each end of her, but we never did anything to each other
except high fives and slaps on the shoulder. The cock was pressing against
my cheek and I reached for it and wrapped my fingers around it to gauge its
size and stiffness.
It was super hard and firm and smooth and I could smell it and feel
its heat and Michelle was fucking me slowly in the ass, waiting for me to
suck it, and my head went dizzy and I took the head into my mouth and
wrapped my lips around it. It felt good in my mouth, and the taste was
mild. It was like a hot muscle throbbing to the touch of my lips. I darted
my tongue around it and felt a response. My eyes were already closed and
blindfolded and I moved my lips down toward the base until they contacted
my fingers wrapped around the shaft.
I started moving up and down on the cock, exerting some pressure with
my lips the way I liked it when my cock was sucked. I remembered getting
sucked off by a guy a time or two in an adult book store in the video
booths where it was dark and a fuck video was on the screen with moans and
flesh sounds and how good that felt and how I came quickly and the guy
swallowed it. I felt the cock stabbing into my asshole and started sucking
in rhythm with the artificial cock going into me.
After awhile I got used to the feeling of it in my mouth and starting
lashing my tongue and changing the pressure of my lips and making my cheeks
sink in like I was sucking on a straw and I started going deeper until the
hard cock was jabbing at my throat. The muscles relaxed a little there and
the big cock slid into my throat. I tried to gulp but I couldn't as my air
passage was blocked. It was a tight fit and the guy began fucking into my
face. It made me gag involuntarily as my instinct was to breathe.
I pulled back and let the cock slide wetly from my dripping lips
while I belched and then choked a little. "Take it easy baby," Michelle
cooed at me. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. You can take it." She slid her
lubed cock deep into my ass and slapped my cheeks a little. "Take it down
your throat fuck baby," she whispered, and my lust was inflamed as she
stroked my back and fucked my ass.
I went back to sucking the cock, sliding my lips all the way to the
base until it pressed against my throat again. I let it go in just a little
and it was okay. I suppressed the gag reflex as much as I could and pulled
back off to get a breath and then went down on the big cock again, feeling
it slide home. I bobbed up and down on it a few times and then came up for
another breath.
Continuing this momentum I found that I could deep throat the guy's
cock somewhat successfully. When he pressed his hips forward and started
fucking my mouth instead of me controlling it, the gag resurfaced and I had
to put a hand around his cock to stifle it. But after a little more effort
I found I could go all the way down on him and bob up and down and then let
it out of my throat and use my lips and tongue more aggressively.
Michelle began fucking me harder and I started sucking harder and my
fingers went under the guy's balls and I caressed them and started really
enjoying the sensation of his dick inflating in my mouth. I wanted him to
cum and I pulled on his cock with my lips and wrapped my tongue around his
head and devoted myself to his cock.
"That's it baby, suck him off, all the way off. Oh, you little cock
sucking slut. Eat him," Michelle practically yelled at me.
They guy started pulsing his hips and I manipulated how deep he went
with my hand and fingers around his cock and I could feel him getting more
intense and his cock began to swell up even larger and I sucked as hard and
fast as I could. I moved my ass back and Michelle let me fuck myself as I
dove down on the hard cock in my mouth and then he began shouting or
moaning and I could feel the hot viscous liquid pouring into my mouth as he
jerked in spurts into my mouth.
I tried to hold it but it shot down my throat, at least some of it
did, and I sputtered and felt a hot splash go across my cheek and start
dribbling down my chin. He shoved his cock back into my mouth and another
big shot erupted into me. I held that one and waited for him to calm
down. He came in spurts and each one elicited a grunt from him. He locked
his fingers in my hair and kept his cock moving in and out of my mouth, but
irregularly to coincide with his orgasm.
Finally he pulled out all the way, holding my head in his hands and
jerking as the head of his cock slid out. "Oh baby," he said in a harsh
whisper, "that was good."
"Swallow it baby," Michelle said and I gulped down what was in my
mouth. Her cock came out of my ass and she rolled me over on my side and
wiped her fingers over my cheeks where rivulets of cum were dripping
down. She scooped these up with her fingers and fed them into my
mouth. "Swallow it all baby," she said, her voice a murmur in my ears. Just
as she gave me the last of it I felt her lips touching mine and her tongue
burrowing inside my mouth.
She moaned softly as she kissed me, her tongue digging into my mouth
and sharing the taste of cum I had in me. She kissed my cheeks and ran her
tongue over my face and then into my ear. "You're a good cock sucker now,"
she said so softly I almost didn't hear her. She slipped the mask off my
face and I blinked into the light.
I was on my back looking up at her and just over her shoulder I saw
the guy whose cock I had just sucked, stroking himself slowly and grinning
down at me. He was a good looking guy, tall and not exactly muscular, but
fit and with a firm belly. His cock was now semi hard and he played with it
as he watched my face.
"We're not finished yet," Michelle said, and stood up and shook her
long hair over her shoulders. She reached a hand down to me and I took it
and followed her meekly down the hallway to her bedroom. She ordered me to
lie on the bed facing up. She looked at me and then the guy came up behind
her and put his arms around her, fondling her small breasts. She leaned
back and kissed him and then they both began walking around the bed.
They took my hands and feet and spread them apart so I was
spread-eagled on the bed. Each appendage was cuffed by some nylon material
with a Velcro closing and they tied each of these to a corner post on the
bed so I was helpless to do anything but squirm. My cock was sticking up in
anticipation, but I didn't know of what. I smiled with a little nervousness
and licked my lips.
Michelle took hold of my upright cock and began jacking me off. She
put a squirt of lube in her hand and moved her fingers sensuously around
and up and down. She jacked me off with one hand and put the other under my
balls, cupping them and squeezing them gently. I rotated my hips as she
made love to my cock.
"Help me out, Eric," she said, and the guy whose cock I had just
sucked knelt on the other side of the bed. Instead of replacing her hand
with his, as I thought he would do, he held his lips just above the head of
my cock, and as Michelle continued to jack me off, the head of my cock
would touch his lips. He flicked his tongue against it and then put his
lips around it, so that as I was getting jacked off I was also getting
sucked. Her slender fingers worked magic on my cock and Eric's lips went
deeper and deeper and a warm, misty feeling crept all over me.
I thought I was going to get to cum in Eric's mouth, but Michelle had
other plans. She shifted her attention to my balls and caressed them and
then put her head between my outspread legs and started licking them as
Eric sucked my cock deep into his mouth. I closed my eyes and relished the
sensations and then I felt Michelle's finger sliding into my ass just as
her tongue was whipping against the underside of my balls and Eric's lips
were causing me to start to tremble in anticipation.
Just as I was nearing orgasm, she withdrew her finger and sat up. She
got off the bed and got out another toy, but I couldn't see it clearly with
Eric's head still buried in my lap. She sat back on the edge of the bed and
Eric released my cock. I ached with the need to cum, but I knew I had to do
whatever Michelle wanted. I couldn't quite figure out the mechanism she
positioned on the bed between my legs, but I saw that it had a long rod and
a dildo attached to the end.
She put more lube on my asshole and some on the dildo as I stared at
it quizzically. She propped it against the footboard of the bed. It was
some kind of box, with some switches and levers. She maneuvered it so the
dildo was against my asshole and then pushed it inside me. It felt good
after it went past the resistant muscle, but it hurt a little too. Then she
turned it on.
It was a fucking machine, and she turned it on slow at first and it
fucked in and out with a little mechanical whir. She fiddled with the
controls and it began to swivel or rotate inside me, fucking me and moving
around in small circles. Then it began to vibrate, but it felt like the
vibrations were coming in waves, like it was starting at the base and
moving upward and around. She increased the pace and it fucked me
faster. She watched me as I got fucked and kissed Erick and pressed her
small breasts against him and grabbed his cock and started jacking him off.
I was helplessly strapped to the bed with the fucking machine going
in and out of my asshole. I watched Michelle making out with Eric and felt
the machine tearing into me. My cock was at its hardest and sweat was
pouring off my forehead and dripping onto the bed. I moaned, but I couldn't
tell if it was from ecstasy or pain, or, more likely, a combination of
both.
The machine was driving me crazy and my cock was throbbing and my
insides were on fire. She started jacking me off again, slowly at first and
then harder and harder. She squeezed on my cock as she pounded it up and
down and when she got to the base she increased the pressure. She was
jacking me off furiously and then Eric's hand replaced hers and he jacked
me off. They switched back and forth and kissed each other deeply as they
jacked me off.
I heard a sound like a door opening and automatically swiveled my
head, but I couldn't see anything and the door to the bedroom stood wide
open. "Come on baby, cum for me," Michelle said, jacking me off as hard as
she could. Eric now moved to my head and stuffed his cock into my mouth. I
gasped as it filled me instantly and my lips clung to it as he fed it to
me.
He climbed on top of my chest and put his hands around my head and
positioned me just the way he wanted and began fucking my face, his cock
barreling in and out and jamming down my throat. It was so hard and fast
that the gag reflex went into disconnect.
I was now getting fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth and jacked
off all at the same time. My balls started rumbling and I could feel the
orgasm starting. I groaned as much as I could with the big cock stuffed in
my mouth, but it was mostly a sound from my chest. I started cumming and it
was like no other orgasm I had ever felt. My balls emptied, my heart
started racing, my lips clamped tight on the cock in my throat, and cum
flew in huge spurts out of my cock as Michelle pumped it up and down.
She kept up her furious pace so the cum flew out in streams,
splattering on my stomach and dribbling down her fingers. She slowed a
little, but kept jacking me off. She put her lips over my cock head and
gulped down the cum that remained there, and I shot another burst into her
mouth. She licked her fingers and put them in her mouth and turned the
fucking machine down to a low speed.
I was still getting fucked, but Eric had removed his cock from my
mouth. I was dizzy with lust and couldn't focus on the room. Michelle's
fingers coaxed my cock to remain hard even after it had been emptied of
cum, and Eric kissed my lips and watched me get fucked.
"Come on in Stephanie," Michelle said. "We're just fucking our little
love toy."
"Your fuck boy, you mean," I heard a soft feminine voice say.
I swiveled my head as Eric moved aside and Michelle slowed her
jacking of my cock and turned the machine to off, though the dildo remained
buried in my asshole. It looked like a younger version of Michelle, except
her hair was a pale platinum instead of the black that Michelle
sported. Her hair was longer also, dr****g down to her ass. She was thinner
than Michelle, but not by a lot. The face was very similar, and the blue
eyes were almost identical.
She came over and kissed Michelle on the lips. "Looks like a live
one."
"Yes, he's a good boy, a good fuck slut," Michelle said. "You want a
piece of him?"
"I'd rather have a piece of you," she said, kissing her again, and
this time sending her tongue inside Michelle's mouth.
"Well then, get undressed." Stephanie wasn't wearing much, just a
miniskirt and a pullover top that clung to her tightly. She grabbed the
bottom of it and slid it over her long hair and I saw she wasn't wearing a
bra, and that her breasts were even smaller than Michelle's, mere whispers
of breasts. Her legs were also more slender, but she moved and looked much
like her.
Michelle left the cock in my ass and sat on the edge of the bed,
spreading her legs, and Stephanie immediately got down on her knees and
began kissing and licking her pussy, sending shivers through Michelle, who
leaned back and let her hair trail across my stomach as the younger girl
began eating her pussy in earnest.
Michelle's eyes locked on mine as she was getting eaten, and she
looked beautiful upside down to me, with her small breasts heaving, her
elbows on the bed and her hair dr****g across my naked stomach. Some cum
was still on my belly, and her hair was streaked with it and her red lips
were pursed in passion.
"By the way, this is my sister Stephanie," she said. "Steph, this is
fuck boy, uh, Ray."
Nothing much could shock me any more after what I'd already been
through, but the fact that she was fucking me when her sister walked in and
then the sister began having sex with Michelle set my mind to reeling. I
looked at Eric and wondered if he was a relation too, maybe her brother.
"And, uh, Eric?" I asked.
"Our boyfriend."
The "our" struck me. Eric was fucking both sisters and they were
doing each other and both Michelle and Eric had fucked me, and it wasn't
even a bet to guess that all three of them joined in for foursomes, and it
wasn't much stretch to figure they all fucked around outside that core
relationship as well.
Stephanie was really going to town on her sister's pussy and Michelle
was loving it too, encouraging her with little murmuring words, stroking
her cheeks and running her fingers through Stephanie's long yellow hair. It
didn't take long for her to start grasping big handfuls of that hair and
leaning her head back and letting out loud moans of pleasure as her orgasm
shook her body and left her limp.
Stephanie wiped her lips and then stood up, leaned over and kissed
her sister again, sending her tongue our passionately and being joined just
as eagerly. I was still fastened down to the bed, but Eric started undoing
the straps so I could sit up.
"Don't think we're through with you yet, fuck boy," Michelle said,
"but you can take a break. We all need one, I think."
Eric went out of the room Stephanie and Michelle stretched out
against the headboard, touching each other and playing with each other's
hair, caressing thighs, breasts, and occasionally exchanging playful kisses
as well. It was clear they loved being with each other and sharing partners
seemed to be part of the closeness they shared.
"How long have you two been doing each other?" I asked.
"I started eating her pussy when she was 13 and I was 18," Michelle
said. "It was her birthday."
"Yeah, it was a great birthday present," Stephanie said. "I remember
asking you how you learned to eat pussy."
"And I said from Mom."
"And it was just about six months later that I learned firsthand from
her."
"And then Dad," Michelle said.
"Right, but he wasn't that much into eating pussy."
"No, but he loved to fuck."
"He loved to fuck his daughters."
"He fucked Mom too."
"Uh-huh, when she was with other men."
"He liked to fuck in the ass," Michelle said, patting her own ass.
"Whew, sounds like you too had a hot c***dhood. I never experienced
anything like that while I was growing up," I said.
They both looked at me. "Well, you turned into a pretty good fuck boy
all the same," Michelle said and turned back to her sister, kissing her on
the lips. Eric returned carrying a bottle of sparkling water and a stack of
paper cups. He tossed a couple of towels on the bed and began pouring
everyone water.
"How about you?" I asked.
"Me what?"
"Did you ever fuck around with your family growing up?"
"Sort of. I sucked off my brother a couple of times, but nothing
regular. I always wanted to fuck my Mom, though."
"Eric's not a fuck boy like you," Michelle said, "but he's a good
fuck. He started out dating Steph, when she was 19."
"Last year," Stephanie said.
"I wanted to meet him, of course, being the older sister by five
years. And I wanted to see what kind of guy my sister was fucking."
"And you wanted to fuck him yourself," Stephanie said.
"Well, yeah, if he was hot enough, which he was, uh, is." She looked
at Eric, who just nodded his head.
"You wanted to fuck him with me."
"Uh-huh, and that's precisely what happened."
"On our second date," Stephanie said.
"Yes, and it was lovely, both of us fucked him and then we fucked
each other and then, um . . ."
"And then you fucked him while he fucked me."
"Oh, yeah, that's right and then we both sucked him and, well, the
order isn't important. We started dating as a threesome."
"Not exactly dating, as in going out," Stephanie said. "Most of our
dates were in the bedroom. Fuck dates."
"With Eric and us, and then with all of us plus some others."
"Men and women?" I asked.
"Of course. Well, soon we started looking for a regular fuck boy,
someone we could all fuck however we wanted, and who wouldn't infringe on
our regular relationship."
"If you can call it regular," I said.
"Regular enough for us," Stephanie said.
"So you're our new fuck boy, then," Michelle said, "and now I want
you to get down on the floor on your hands and knees and get ready for some
more fucking."
I gulped down the last of my water and obeyed, knowing I'd get fucked
in the ass again, but not knowing what else. Michelle positioned the fuck
machine on the floor behind me. It was on a pretty sturdy box, but she
braced it against the foot of the bed and got me into the right spot. By
now I was liking the ass fucking and the machine was a good fucker as long
as it wasn't set too high.
She pried my ass cheeks apart, re-lubed my asshole and pushed the
rubbery dildo into my now well used hole. She began fucking me and got out
her riding crop and put a few good smacks on my cheeks. She handed it to
Stephanie, who also whacked me, but less forcefully than her sister. Eric
got down on his knees and stroked his cock to erection and moved closer to
my face, grinning as he pressed the head of it to my lips. I opened my
mouth and took him in eagerly. I was getting used to being the fuck boy and
his cock tasted pretty good after I got used to it. He started fucking my
face as the fuck machine fucked my ass.
The sisters giggled together and played with each other, putting
their fingers into each other's pussies until they were wobbly on their
feet. They sprawled onto the bed and wormed their way to a 69 position,
eating each other's pussies with relish while I got fucked from both ends
on the floor.
Eric took his time, slowly building up his intensity. He kept his
cock pistoning in and out of my mouth and held my head steady in his strong
hands, but he'd let me suck at my own pace sometimes too, and when I played
with his balls or ran my finger against his asshole, he responded. Mostly
though, he just fucked my face, taking my cheeks in his hands or locking
his fingers in my hair and fucking my mouth like it was a pussy.
I knew he was going to cum soon, and as the machine relentlessly
fucked deep into my ass, I got into sucking Eric's cock and slathered it
with my lips and tongue and let him fuck me all the way down my throat. My
gag reflex had subsided to a large extent, as long as my throat wasn't
filled too long and I began to enjoy the feeling of taking him all the way
to his root. He set the pace and got himself worked up so he was ready to
cum.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, fuck boy," he said. "And you're gonna
swallow it, all of it."
"Um-hmm," I moaned, as much as I could with his cock buried in my
mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips and worked up and down on his
shaft, sliding my tongue around the underside until he was gasping and
throwing his head back.
"Here it cums," he said. "Eat it up, fuck boy."
The girls peeped over the edge of the bed as Eric started
cumming. Great huge gobs of his creamy cum shot into me. Some of it went
directly down my throat, but most of it landed in my mouth. My cheeks
bulged out and I held on as he pumped his cock into me, filling my mouth to
overflowing. I could feel dribbles of it coming out of my mouth and
dripping down my chin. He held me tight until he had exhausted all of his
cum and then he pulled slowly out.
"That's it, good boy," he said. "Swallow it."
I looked up at him and swirled my tongue around in my mouth before
taking a very audible swallow and then another. I ran my fingers across my
chin and cheeks and coated them with cum and stuck them in my mouth and
swallowed that as well.
"Yes, good boy," Michelle said.
"Good fuck boy," Stephanie added.
They had evidently brought each other off while we were fucking on
the floor, as they turned around to a side-by-side position, their heads
just on the edge of the bed, their stomachs down and their cute butts
poking up. They kicked their legs and smiled at us. I rolled over onto my
back and looked up at them while Eric went to sit beside them.
"We're going to have a lot of fun with this fuck boy," Stephanie
said. "He's a good one."
"Yes, he is. I think that's about enough for today," Michelle
said. "But we're gonna have lots more in store for you, soon."

I waited for the call I knew would come, and in a couple of weeks it
did. I had hardly looked at another woman in the meantime, but had pondered
about my mother. Like Eric, I had always wanted to fuck her. I was an only
c***d, so I had never sucked off a brother, or fucked a sister, and my Dad
had left when I was only 11, and I had rarely seen him since, and not at
all for the last five years. I was 28 now, Stephanie was 20, and Michelle
would be 25, if my math and memory were correct.
None of us were living at home, but I guessed the two girls still
visited, and I guessed they still fucked their parents. I hadn't seen my
mother in almost six months, and after my session with the sisters, I
thought I was ready to see her again. I wondered how she'd respond if I
made a move on her. I knew I'd have to be careful so if she rejected my
come on, I could pretend it was something else, a mistake. Still, I wanted
to fuck her, and it bored into my brain.
I called her up one night and said I thought I'd drop by the next
day, a Saturday, if she'd be home and not too busy. She was glad to hear
from me and said she'd fix lunch if I told her what time I'd be there, and
then we could chat and catch up. I wanted to catch her naked, but I didn't
say anything about that, and I didn't have any real plan about how to get
into her pants, but I was hot to give it a try.
Mom was 46, not exactly a youngster, but still fit and
attractive. She kept active and watched her figure, and I always thought
she was pretty. She had hardly dated at all after Dad left, and as far as I
knew hadn't had a relationship with a man in almost 10 years, about the
time I left.
I rang the bell to let her know I was there, opened the door and
walked in. She came down the stairs to meet me. Her hair was tied up in
some sort of bandana, and she had also tied up her blouse so it was knotted
under her breasts. She wore jean shorts that fit her well, but were
relatively loose. She had on gym shoes and ankle socks. I thought she
looked great and gave her a big hug, feeling her breasts pressing into my
chest. She said she was doing some cleaning, but would stop now and fix
lunch.
I watched her ass as I followed her to the kitchen, and noticed the
slim smoothness of her thighs and calves. My mouth was already watering,
and I came up close behind her to feel her heat and smell her. I put my
head over her shoulder and inhaled her aroma. She stopped and reached over
her shoulder to pat my head and caress my cheek.
"You're feeling lovey," she said.
"You feel pretty good too," I said, trying to make it sound casual
and longing to cup her breasts from behind and put my hand between her legs
and press her ass into my crotch.
She turned around and looked up into my eyes. "You've never said that
before," she said, her head tilted a bit to the side. "But thanks for the
compliment." Her lips twisted into a slight smile and she put her arms
around me and stood on tiptoe and I pulled her tight against me, getting
the full feel of her breasts against me, and putting one hand in the small
of her back and pulling her toward me. Her stomach was rubbing against my
crotch and I started to get hard. My hand went down to her butt, and I
patted her there and then let my hand slide around to her hip.
She went back down onto her feet and put a hand on my shoulder,
looking up into my eyes. "You are feeling frisky," she said and kissed me
lightly on the cheek and then on the lips.
She turned around and washed her hands in the sink and undid her hair
and shook it loose over her shoulders. Mom is short, only a little over
five feet tall and weighs less than 120. Her breasts are probably a B-cup
size and her hair is a chestnut brown with lots of curl in it. Her eyes are
a light hazel and she likes to wear just a hint of makeup, pink frosted
lipstick, a little blush on the cheeks, and some blue eye shadow.
She made some soup and sandwiches and put club soda over ice. I kept
staring at her as we ate, not able to get the idea of fucking her off my
mind. When we finished eating and she'd cleared the table, she undid the
knot from the bottom of her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned. She was talking,
but I wasn't hearing much of what she was saying. She ran her fingers
through her curly hair and it settled over the front of her shoulders.
"You could probably unbutton it a little more," I said, nodding
toward her blouse. "It would be more comfortable."
She looked down at her hair cascading over the front, looked up at me
and seemed to think about it for a minute. Her fingers toyed with the top
button and then she smiled faintly. She undid the top button.
"One more," I said softly, my eyes not looking into hers.
She twisted the next one undone. "There's only one more," she said.
I shrugged my shoulders, my heart beating fast in my chest. I looked
at her chest rising and falling, her soft brown hair covering her blouse so
I could barely see it. She undid the final button and the blouse floated
open. I saw a hint of white bra, but her hair continued to obscure it.
"Sort of like a bikini, isn't it?" I said, indicating her bra.
"Not exactly." She looked down at it and waved her hair aside. I'd
never seen her in a bra before, except probably a couple of times when I
was a k** that I couldn't exactly remember. She brushed the last strands of
her hair away and I looked at her lacy white bra. It had translucent parts
to it and wasn't padded as I'd expected. It fit her nicely and though the
nipples were covered by opaque material, I could clearly see the shape and
size of her breasts.
"It looks great," I said. "You look great. I don't think I've ever
seen you in a bra before, or at least not such a sexy one."
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
"Of course I do, Mom. I've always thought you were pretty, and
wondered why you didn't date after Dad left."
"You took the place of dating," she said.
"Well, you do look good," I said. "Stand up and let me see you."
She stood up and her blouse was still around her shoulders, but her
breasts stood out and her smooth stomach and slender legs made me take a
deep breath. I put my hands on her shoulders and was amazed as I took hold
of her blouse and moved my hands downward and the blouse came off in my
hands and fluttered to the floor.
"You look as good as a model," I said. "Turn around and let me see
the full effect."
She shook her head into place behind her back, put one foot in front
of the other and paraded across the kitchen for me, while I clapped at her
performance. I held my arms open and she slid into them, her face turned up
toward me and her breasts resting smoothly against my chest. She looked so
pretty in my arms that way, and her hazel eyes were wide with affection,
and I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, letting the kiss linger,
and I felt her tongue brush very lightly against my lips.
My hands were clinging to her back and pulling her into me, and I let
them stray down to her butt and I clasped her cheeks and lifted her
slightly off the floor. I put my fingers into her waistband. "This is only
half the effect," I said, tugging at the loops in the waist of her
shorts. She backed away and I stared at her breasts, half visible through
her bra.
"You want to see me in my panties?"
"Very much."
"You'll have to call me Eileen then. You can't call me Mom when I'm
in my underwear."
"It's a deal Eileen."
She hesitated a little, but then sat down and slipped off her shoes
and undid the button of her shorts. When she stood up the zipper was down
and she shrugged her hips and the jeans fell to the floor. Her panties
matched her bra, white and partly lacy with translucent patches. They fit
her snugly and I stared at the V where her legs met, wondering how much she
shaved. I couldn't see enough to tell.
"Now let me see you do your model walk."
She strutted across the floor again, and I stared at her ass encased
in the silky panties and watched as she swayed