A Lesson For Cathy
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Cathy is my lover in both the physical and emotional sense. Cathy loves almost everybody, especially those of us who salute her when she walks by. I have no other female lover. My wife certainly doesn't qualify anymore. But Cathy and her husband are even more devoted to each other than she is to me. I may not even be second on her list except in terms of frequency. Just being on her list is an honor and a pleasure.
Cathy says she loves me, and means it. Neither of us knows how important our financial arrangement is because she's always wanted to fuck her boss even when he wasn't over paying her. I doubt she could spend as much time with any man as she does with me, without wanting to establish a more friendly relationship. I fell in love with her and began lavishing her with raises, not expecting anything. I just loved seeing her happy, and could only give her that one thing. She actually seduced me, not as payment, perhaps not even as a thank you. She says she has several lovers, older and less attractive, who also give her the one thing she wants, their manhood inside her body.
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I invited her into the office and as always, she shuts the door and makes sure it latches, which causes it to lock. She comes over and kisses me, then stands patiently while I unbutton her blouse, remove her bra, and fondle her chest. She has generous tits that look stunning in a good bra and scrumptious naked, but droop too much to make her like going without a bra under her blouse. I love feeling them and feeling their weight, holding them in my hands, becoming her “living bra of male flesh”. She still has on her skirt and high heels, and panties which don't fully cover the open crotch in her nylons. Her panties are almost as sexy as what they cover, though one might not see this in a quick glance. But Cathy doesn't go out of her way to avoid giving men quick views, or even long ones.
I know that her panties are thin, cling like a second skin, and are transparent enough to show off her privates. If I remove the skirt too quickly I'll be forced to forgo this pleasure we both enjoy – my fondling of her spectacular mammary glands.
My office has a lounge chair that's perfect for fucking. But with Cathy any place is perfect. We do it on the rug, and a lot of times with her bent over my desk. A few week earlier I tried tying her wrists to ropes. She likes the bondage so much that now she wants to do it whenever we have time. She's a horny lovable slut, and I've decided I should give her some planned adventure. It 's taken a little planning but only a little bit of preparation since I already had the ropes.
“Today, I'm going to give you a treat.” I tell her and watch her eyes light up.
I had imagined two complimentary treats I could give Cathy. In either case she would be unaware of which one was actually happening. For one I needed a special dildo, the other, another man. The dildo had caught my fancy even though I hadn't yet decided which plan I would end up using. It was actually a hard rubber sleeve that fit over my own erection. It's surface felt realistic, even to the bare touch. Cathy's vagina was sensitive in many good ways, but would only feel the larger size, not the artificial surface. She would be blindfolded and have her wrists tied to the front corners of the desk. But I think the realistic texture would fool even her fingers. The second possibility meant the use of another man. Half a dozen men in the company had hinted at their eagerness to duplicate my daily pleasures, and two had even asked outright if I thought Cathy might be interested in doing threesomes during work hours. Neither of us had ever admitted shagging regularly. But when two people are doing it every day, inevitably people are going to suspect what's happening.
I played with her luscious breasts for about five minutes. Cathy seems to love this as much as I do. But we can't do it all day, so reluctantly I move on, making her lean forward, over the cushion I've taken off the chair, while I secure her wrists so that she has to lean slightly over the desk raising her fanny in a delightful way. I slide her skirt down and off and take maybe too many minutes admiring the beauty, still molded inside her sexy, tight, stretchy, and transparent lace panties. I'm amazed she has such a variety of these, and wears them every day. Her answer is that she can easily afford them considering how much I'm overpaying her. Her erotic looking patterned pantyhose are stockings with side extensions that attach to a low waist band. The opening is larger than her bikini size panties, and the two touch only where the panty waist band fits over the pantyhose waist band, below her hips and well below her actual waist line. I'm always amazed her panties don't fall off her. But she merely smiles and tells me a girl can manage by being careful, and the risk makes it exciting. Even with the panties still in place her lack of pubic hair, her smooth, naked lips, and her funnel shaped anal opening, perfect for target practice, are quite visible. My erection can't get harder than it is.
I produce a blindfold and a gag, part of my preparations. She sees them and smiles and assumes this is the treat. The blindfold is a Zorro mask with no openings, padded and totally opaque, like one sleepers wear on planes. Blindfolded, she's surprised when I put the ball gag in her mouth. Apparently she only saw the mask. She is now naked, helpless, blindfolded in a way that hides little of her gorgeous face, and gaged. She is squirming, and obviously loves it.
"Now for your treat. I'm about to make a phone call. We both know that you're a total exhibitionist so you'll love this. A man will come, someone you know, though probably not well. I will let him in and invite him to inspect you and probably I'll give him permission to do more. You will stay gaged and say nothing. He will maintain silence so that you will not recognize his voice. Afterwards, after he leaves, I will remove the gag and blindfold, pleasure myself finally and you some more, then release you. And it will be as if nothing else occurred. If I tell you who the man was, I will probably lie. So eventually there will be no way for me to tell you and prove I'm not lying. From the time you leave, as you walk around the building you will wonder who the man was, knowing he could be any man here. As we both know, they all lust for you. What man doesn't? For some women this might be unpleasant. But I'm sure that for you it will be an erotic pleasure."
I pick up the phone, dial a number and say one word, "Now".
A few seconds later I go to the door and listen, then open it without waiting for a knock. Cathy can hear some footsteps and then the door closing and latching.
Reality #1
There is only myself and all I was actually listening for was the absence of noise in the hallway. Though I don't open the door wide, it would have still been possible for someone standing there to see her stretched naked across my desk. I find the possibility titillating, though probably not as much as Cathy. I walk back around the desk and Cathy's naked bottom making double steps that sound like two people. I've practiced and do it quite well.
"Like what you see? No don't answer. No talking, remember. Even when you climax. Understood?"
I pretend the man nods.
"It's OK to take your clothes off, the door's locked."
A funny statement. Why would a man be afraid to be seen nude when he's in a locked room with a naked girl who's hogtied and blindfolded? But this is part of the female sex slave mystique. Cathy has accepted the fact that during an adventure she has no rights or any reason for modesty and I'm simply emphasizing this fact.
At this point I take my own clothes off and slide the sleeve over my raging erection, then walk up behind her, and rub it against her fanny crack. She almost forgets that she is about to be fucked by a man who's identity she doesn't know. All she knows is that the touch of his manhood against her asshole is driving her insane, and she needs to feel him inside her immediately. Instead, I reach forward and fondle her tits, just like any man would who's never had this opportunity before. She groans into the gag, and when I stick my shaft up her baby hole she sighs with pleasure. Perhaps under the mask her eyes open wide with surprise. She knows the feel of my penis and knows this feels different. This really is another man fucking her! The knowledge gives her even more pleasure. The "man" fucks her harder than I do and feels bigger inside her. She has one orgasm and then a second, and squirts girlie cume on my desk top. With the sleeve on, I feel less sensation than normal while Cathy feels more. Eventually I pretend to "cume" and she is fooled. She may have been expecting more of an internal hosing from such a big cock, but can't tell that there was none. I pull out of her bottom and she collapses on the desk. I then get dressed, "double walk" to the door, open and close it quickly, and turn toward my naked, blindfolded lover.
"Now it's my turn"
Reality #2
I open the door and the other man quickly slips inside before someone walking by sees Cathy stretched naked across my desk. I find the possibility titillating, though probably not as much as Cathy. We walk back around the desk and Cathy's naked bottom. He already know the rules but I remind him anyway.
"Like what you see? No don't answer. No talking, remember. Even when you climax. Understood?"
The man nods.
"It's OK to take your clothes off, the door's locked."
A funny statement. Why would the man be afraid to be seen nude when he's in a locked room with a naked girl who's hogtied and blindfolded? But this is part of the female sex slave mystique. Cathy has accepted the fact that during an adventure she has no rights or any reason for modesty and I'm simply emphasizing this fact.
At this point he takes off his clothes and slide on the sleeve I hand him over his raging erection, then he walks up behind her, and rub it against her fanny crack. I've told him about the sleeve earlier, that I want to make sure he feels different from me when he's inside her. She almost forgets that she is about to be fucked by a man who's identity she doesn't know. All she knows is that the touch of his manhood against her asshole is driving her insane, and she needs to feel him inside her immediately. Instead, he reaches forward and fondles her tits, and enjoys what he's never before had the opportunity to do. She groans into the gag, and when he sticks his shaft up her baby hole she sighs with pleasure. Perhaps under the mask her eyes open wide with surprise. She knows the feel of my penis and knows this feels different. This really is another man fucking her! If anything the knowledge gives her even more pleasure.
The man fucks her harder than I do and feels bigger inside her. She has one orgasm and then a second, and squirts girlie cume on my desk top. With the sleeve on, the man feels less sensation than otherwise while Cathy feels more. After a few orgasms she's so lost in pleasure she could be humping the Jolly Green Giant and not know it. I nod and the man slips off the sleeve and enjoys the feel of direct contact with Cathy's pussy walls. She notices nothing different while another orgasm is building in her sexy love hole. This time, with his manhood naked inside her, he can't hold back, but she explodes with so much pleasure I wonder if she can even feel him hosing her insides. The man pulls out of her bottom and she collapses on the desk. He then gets dressed, we walk to the door, I open and close it quickly, and I then turn toward my naked, blindfolded lover.
"Now it's my turn"
- - - and so on.
When I was a teenager, it seemed like my cock was always hard, even a few minutes after masturbating or fucking. I was first and foremost interested in relieving my internal pressure in the most satisfying way, preferably up inside a girlfriend's cunt. Two things came later, an interest in anal sex, and the idea that I should be concerned with making it a good experience for my partner. Both sort of came together when a girl explained to me that she wanted to feel what it was like to have a "man" in her back door. From then on I started thinking about what she might want and realized that while boys dream about kinky sex, girls actually like doing it. At least, the horny, delightful sluts who start having sex around thirteen seem to. Ten years later they still seem to be the most fun in bed, while the semi-prudes mostly want missionary sex. Cathy probably started at an early age. My point is, that from about sixteen on I realized that I enjoyed feeling a girl orgasm around my pole even more than feeling my own eruption. So feeling Cathy do it multiple times before I did was the best possible way to start off the morning!
Standing there looking at her naked body, watching her have sex and three orgasms, I wanted a turn now in the worst way. And she was not about to stop me, nor would she want to. But with the gag and bondage she also had no choice. It would be fun raping her if she was capable of offering any resistance, but I would still enjoy her enthusiastic cooperation.
Cathy's love hole was slick, warm and welcoming. I slid into it almost too easily, but even with so little resistance it felt divine having this close intimate contact with something so delectable as this warm, soft female body. I often switch after her first orgasm, but felt no need to wait since she'd already had three. Just as I was about to pull out completely she climaxed yet a fourth time, and I gladly waited, experiencing the sexual intimate, a female having an orgasm with me inside her! I nearly lost it after maybe two minutes. But I didn't and after a slight pause I did pull out, raised my aim slightly and shove straight in shafting her rectum completely in one stroke. She loved it. Every stroke into that wonderful body is worth more than a night with a woman like my wife. I could .. never mind. After too short a time I couldn't hold back any more and jammed myself as far in as possible before erupting, probably up into her intestines. She loved that too. The most amazing thing was that fifteen minutes later we were both cleaned up and doing real work. The most wonderful thing was that tomorrow was a work day and I'd get to do it again. I hate weekends!
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Cathy is dying to know who the man was, but doesn't bother to ask. I've volunteered the answer six times, naming a different man each time, each man one I thought of using. She's never even considered the possibility that there wasn't another man there. She wants me to arrange it again, and I've promised to do so, this time with a new man. Some times I start to think I imagined the whole scenario when suddenly Cathy will say something about it. It was very real to her but almost a dream vision to me, watching another man fuck her. Did I use a second man? I think I did, but can't remember who. Should I pick another man from the same list of six, knowing I might be choosing the same one again? Perhaps I should pick a total stranger just in case. Would any of the men reading this like to volunteer?
< THE END >
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Some of you might have read last summer my rather well received story "Paula's Nipples" which was actually written mostly by the girl herself. Unfortunately, after a second email which I posted as "Paula's Fantasy" the girl hasn't written me again so I can't as yet do another follow up. I do hope to see her again this summer "in the flesh" at the nudist beach if her father (my friend) invites me again. Perhaps she or her younger sister will have something new to add.
As you might have gathered, I have had a thing going with Cathy Cook (email) for about three years now, starting back when xnxx still let writers contact readers directly. And so we still have each other's email address. I've loved most of the stories she's written over the past five years, even the less sexy, more interesting ones. I often think about her when I'm writing about a sexy female (as all of my girls are) and decided to make her the main character in this one. Call it a fantasy. I did. And I'm hoping my fantasy girl likes it. I decided to include below her answer when I told her about the story, which I intentionally did not send her an advanced copy of! I included some of the attachments. In the first email (the one at the bottom) she mentions a "picture story" she sent me which was actually a power point presentation. So far I don't think she's tried to post it or else it's been rejected because the pictures of the girl getting a DP are probably under copy write. I imagine she'd send copies privately to anyone who asks like she did with me.
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Dear Ollie,
I just got your email a few minutes ago. I love to read about "me". You should have sent me a copy as an attachment. But no fear, I'll be watching for the posting.
Love (any way you'd like) and Kisses, Cathy Cook
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From: Oliver Mellors
Subject: Totally mine?
To: "Cathy Cook"
Date: Thursday, April 16, 2009, 10:08 PM
Dear Cathy Cunt .. um .. I guess I mean "Cook",
Yes, I loved the little picture story you sent me. I imagine xnxx probably won't allow the filched pictures, which is too bad because they fit the story line perfectly. Oh if that was really you and I was one of those guys!
I wrote a "my secretary" story while thinking about you. I know you say you don't have big tits, but you're so sexy that I was imagining you that way. You must be 29 now, last March 12, right? I think I had you about that age in the story. Anyway, I'm going to post it.
For now I'll sign off with your usual:
Love and Kisses, Oliver
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From: Cathy Cook
Subject: Re: Yours totally
To: "Oliver Mellors"
Date: Friday, April 3, 2009, 11:50 PM
Ollie dear,
That was so sweet. I love it when you put on a new persona. Not that I minded the chains and nipple clamps, but tender puts a new dimension on our relationship.
I should have answered sooner, but then you hadn't answered my last e-mail for over two months. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me!
Anyway, I'm sort of working on several new stories but I've posted so many now and xnxx doesn't let my readers contact me directly any more, which was half the fun.
So, I'm trying something new, a graphics fantasy. Every time I see a model having a lot of fun I sort of wish I were her. So... In this story I pretend I am her.
Your totally, Cathy
4:ps - other than stealing the pictures I did this one from scratch. -->
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