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Everyone likes a kinky story. So, how about five of them?
NOTE: No one under the age of fourteen has any sex in any of these stories.

With this posting I am entering into a process of gathering like-themed stories. I am gathering my stories that used to be individually posted into combined ones to make their presentation more organized for this site.

It should be noted that I write my stories, first for myself, second for those who enjoy them. I welcome polite criticisms and suggestions, though.

In my mind when a story get 3000 readings it has established its place on this site. 5000 shows that most of my regular readers have considered it. And if it should get over 10000, I am quite surprised because of the very limited appeal that my stories have for most readers on this site.

Also, it should be noted that I don’t agree with all of the actions of the protagonists in my stories. Few authors would.



Jack is driving down the road for a welcome mini vacation in Tucson, Ari-zona. It is about an eight hundred mile drive, the first half rather flat and the later somewhat mountainous. He is not in any hurry, since he has two weeks for the trip. So, he plans to drive it in two days and stop when he gets tired.

His big black 2005 Suburban gets poor gas mileage, but on cruise control it does manage about twenty miles per gallon. It makes it up though with being a dream to drive, very smooth. And because of its size other vehicles are glad to give it room and access to any lane that he wants, in case he needs it. Several tons of steel vehicle buys a lot of respect on the highway. He does however, drive at just below the speed limit to stay out of other’s ways.

As he leaves Salt Lake City driving south, he notices a person up ahead on the side of the road trying to hitch hike. He usually ignores such persons. Just not worth the risk. But, as he nears the person he notices that it is a female and apparently young. No one is even slowing down for her, so he pulls over to scope out the situation.

She runs over to the driver’s side window to talk to him, but he has to lower the tinted windows so that she can see him. She appears to be in her late teens, he is 28 years old. They look at each other and he asks, “Where are you heading young lady?”

“South,” she replies.

“I am heading down to Tucson, does that work for you?”

“Perfect,” she murmurs.

So, he unlocks the front passenger seat and she wastes no time getting in.

“I am heading down for a vacation, how about you?”

“Escaping some family drama,” she replies with no little disgust in her voice.

“Been there, done that,” he replies.

She nods back to him with a knowing expression on her face.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he is checking her out. Seems to be about 18 upon closer inspection, lustrous brown hair, on the slim side, about five foot eight and she sits in the seat like she is comfortable there. He noticed that she had no bags, just an oversized purse.

She is also inspecting him more directly, since she is not busy driving. She finds him ‘quietly’ attractive, sturdy built, with wavy dark colored hair and with a firm hand on the wheel. She notices that contrary to most of the driving instruct-ions, he has his right hand near the top of the wheel on the right hand side and his left braced on the window sill and held on the wheel at the 270 degree spot. That would allow his right hand to make sudden adjustments, while the left hand would steady the wheel in between, she surmised. A very logical arrangement she thought, and it said a lot about him she also surmised. She noticed that he had a couple of medium sized bags on the back seat.

As they settled in to cruise control, she asked if she could up the air conditioning system as she was still overheated from standing on the side of the road in clear sunshine for a couple of hours. He said that she could adjust anything that she wanted as long as she didn’t play the radio of the movie system at ear-splitting audio levels. She smiled at that. And took him up on it.

He made no effort to chat her up and the silence eventually began to get on her nerves. So she opened a dialog, “I guess you wonder why I am alone on the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere?”

“It has crossed my mind,” he returns with a slight smile that he turns his head to favor her with.

“Well, we have a long way to drive, so you might as well hear it all.”

“I am all ears.”

“My mother and step-father are in the middle of a vicious fight over what is going on within our family. Someone is giving him sexual favors that she jealously claims the right to provide. That is bad enough, but the person giving it is also within the family. So, you can see the furor that that could bring up.”

Jack nodded his assent to that.

“I am just leaving to get away from the misery and anger there. I plan on returning when things settle down to a more pleasant aura around home.”

He thought about this for a moment and then asked, “Do your parents know where you are going?”

“No, they think that I am going to my grandparent’s home, in the opposite direction of the way we are going. But, I don’t want to be there since they will blame me for all of the trouble.”

“Uh……..meaning that you are the other woman, I guess.”

“Yes,” she sheepishly replies. “And that is not all.”

“If you feel like sharing it, what could significantly add to that?”

She sits back in the seat and is obviously thinking about what to say. “I will show you if you will not be offended.”

Jack thought that over for a few minutes and then said, “Young lady, I don’t want you to reveal anything to me that will be intimidating to you, but you should know that I am very hard to be offended.”

“Okay, could you pull over for a moment, I need to pee?”

“Sure, no problem.” And he spots a billboard ahead, evidently an old one since they are very rare now. And he pulls up in front of it and turns off the ignition.

“Please come with me, because I am afraid of snakes,” she says with very concerned eyes.

So, he unleashes himself from the belt and moves around to accompany her to her intimate mission. Without any ceremony at all, she lifts her skirt and pulls down her panties to reveal……..a tiny penis which turns out to be quite operational as it relieves her bladder distress. As the yellow stream arcs out beyond her, she looks very carefully at him to see any signs of shock in him. She only notices a brief moment of wonder and then he gave her some privacy by looking around for snakes. She was very relieved by this. She pulled up her panties pulled down her skirt and walked right next to him back to the ‘Sub.’

They both found their seats, reinstalled themselves and reinitiated their road trip. There was silence from both of them for a couple of miles. And then she in a small fearful voice asked, “Do you want to drop me off, now?”

He looked over to her strained face. Beautiful in the dim sunlight through the tinted windows and realized that he didn’t even know her name, but knew of her nonstandard equipment.

“I tell you what, if you will tell me your name, you are welcome to continue on with me as long as you want.”

With a deep sigh of relief, she said, “Melody.”

“Beautiful name for a truly beautiful young woman!”

She noticeably relaxed at this, patted his arm and settled back down into the seat. “Since you know this much, you should know it all. I am a trans-sexual born as Melvin. I knew very early that despite having a penis that I really was a girl. My father was very understanding and I was put on the transforming drugs as early as they would allow. Since, I am also hermaphroditic, it didn’t become hard for me to function as a girl. None of my fellow students ever knew. And I didn’t date anyone that knew my family. The guys seemed to think it was very neat, and the couple of girls that I became involved with thought that it was perfect.

The problem was that after my dad died, my step father forced his attentions on me and my mother caught this act and of course, blamed me for it. It was not really rape, because I like the attentions, but it was not at all by my permission, either. I truly hate that guy. My mother is enough woman for any man. She is a true sub and will do anything to please her man except light her tits on fire. I can see that I have been a problem, because I am like, double sexual, because I like functioning as a girl and as a boy. Sometimes both at the same time.”

“I can see where that would be a problem. Perhaps, you should enter a triad with a guy and girl so that both sides of you are amply taken care of.”

“Never thought of that, but it seems like a very good idea. You don’t hap-pen to know a good candidate to share with you in such an endeavor with me, do you?”

“Well, I just might!” He thought of Peggy Ann who might just really relish this delightful scenario. “And I am so sorry about the abuse you suffered at the hands of your stepfather.”

“With a snaky smile she adds, “Well it wasn’t just his hands that he used, and it wasn’t all bad since he introduced me to some very delightful sexual activities. Very few things are all good or all bad, don’t you know?”

“True enough.”

After another couple of miles of silence, she spoke up, “I guess you can hear my stomach growling, do you by any chance have something to eat with you that you could share?”

“Sorry, Melody. But that is one thing that I forgot to include in my preparations for this trip. There is a gas station with a snack shop about forty minutes ahead, if you can hold out that long.”

“Hmmmm, I think I could if I could get something into my stomach in the meantime.” With that she loosened her seatbelt and leaned over the low mid seat storage place. She asked him to move his seat as far back as he could and still drive and the wheel as far up as it would go. He still didn’t completely get what was about to go down until she reached over to pull his zipper down and nudged him to pull his pants and briefs down. Then he got it. She took a small piece of cloth from the storage hole and with a little spittle from her mouth wiped his cock clean.

Then she then leaned low so as to not attract any outside due attention and proceeded to directly take his member right into her mouth. All the way right at once. With her warm mouth around his member and her enthusiastic pumping up and down on it with determined suction, it wasn’t long before she got her desired treat. He, not having had any release in at least a week was fully loaded and released it right down her throat into her stomach. She liked and sucked to get all of the goodness, and then smiling raised herself up, gave him a generous kiss right on the lips and then found her way back to her seat. It all took no mote that ten minutes. Ten minutes of bliss for Jack and a desired snack for her.

They then settled down to a very quiet ride to the gas station.

As they got into the station, he decided to top off the tank for the rest of the run for the day which will take them to Tucson. She asked for a couple of bucks to go in and get them some goodies for him and to top off her tummy. He gave her a twenty and instructed her to, “spend away.” She gave him another kiss and sashayed her way into the cool interior.

After filling the tank, he pulled over to one of the overnight parking spots and settled in with putting up the privacy curtains and laying down the old but useful comforter as a base to lay on. The curtains were rather sheer and black, but the combination of the curtains and the tinted windows blocked any ability to see into the ‘Sub’, but allowed them to see any persons who might give the vehicle undue attention. Also in one of the side panels was a loaded Colt 45 to deflect any over enthusiastic interlopers. He knew very well how to use it, and how to intimidate with it to avoid having to do so.

He locked up and proceeded to the snack shop to see what the delay was about. As he entered he noticed two burly guys accosting Melody. So, he walked right up and said, “Melody, do you have our stuff?” She nodded yes. “Okay let’s leave off your fun with the two nice gentleman and go on our way.”

The two guys began to get in his way, but took a closer look and decided that that might not be the wisest thing to do and let them go.

He and Melody proceeded very quickly to the ‘Sub’ and entered it and took off. The two guys watched them drive off and made the snap decision to follow them on their ‘hogs’ and see what fun they might have with them in the barren plains that they were driving through.

Jack saw them through the rearview mirrors and prepared an action plan to deal with this. So, he told Melody to go back into the rear of the ‘Sub’ and retrieve the gun. He told her how to hold it so that she didn’t shoot either of them. As soon as he had it in his waistband, with the safety on, he started to slow down like something was wrong with the ‘sub.’ And then he pulled off the road out of sight of the gas station. He put the ‘Sub’ into 4 wheel drive and with the engine idling instructed Melody to put it into drive and go right over the bike in front at his yell and then to drive a mile ahead and pull over again and call 911 on his cell phone.

She said anxiously, “What about you?”

“Oh, Mr. Colt and I will handle the situation just fine with you out of the immediate area.”

As he said this, surely, one of the bikes sat in front of the ‘Sub’ and one be-hind. He got out with the Colt now out of his waistband and held purposely in his hand. The two guys noticed this right away.

“I guess you guys didn’t get the message back there. She isn’t interested in you! And now you are annoying us. Get on your bikes and leave the area, if I see either of you two again, you won’t get another warning.”

The two guys got their bluster up and started to move towards him, so he shouted, “Now Melody!”

She gunned the sub and it rode right over the bike in front and then dis-obeying him, she put into reverse and rode over the one behind, too. The guys were too stunned about their bikes to react right then, and then she rode off into the distance to call 911. In the meantime he instructed the two guys to move to the side of the road and lay with their faces down. They were determined to not give up so quickly, especially with their bikes all but ruined. So, Jack aimed the gun and shot each one of them in one of their knee caps. They were more than happy to comply with his directions now.

Fifteen minutes in the blazing sun was having its effect on the three of them beside the road, but Melody and a ‘Stater’ appeared at the same time and after stopping, the officer ordered him to put the gun down. It didn’t take long to verify that the two guys were the initiators of this episode. Also, they had several charges against them for malicious mischief. So, the officer took the gun and after recording its ID numbers, said that they could retrieve the gun on the way back through and wished them well on the way. Jack could hear an ambulance coming up the highway as they pulled out and resumed the trip.

“Whew, that was something! How did you know what to do?”

“I am a county deputy sheriff around S.L.C. my lovely.”

“Oh, I get it.”

She was quiet for a few minutes and then asked, “I noticed the preparations in the back. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, we have had a long hot drive, and a bit of a stew to deal with. I thought that it might be nice to take a little nap before moving on. And the gas station has spaces for just that purpose.”

She smiled and whispered into his ear, “Let’s go back.”

He nodded and turned the rig around.

When they arrived back at the gas station, they took the only remaining vehicle rest stop spot left and moved into the rear after locking up. With the air conditioning off it was too warm to cover up, so they just undressed and laid on top of the comforter. It was not too bad, though since the windows being covered double in black prevented almost all of the sunshine from entering.

As she laid on her back, she peered over at him with an amused expression, waiting for a reaction to her multiple equipment. He was very interested and didn’t mean to be rude, so didn’t know where or when to start. She noticed his distress and so offered, “The place to begin any exercise is at the beginning!” So he rose up to lay his lips on hers and they began to actively kiss. He found that he very much enjoyed this with her. It was his understanding that T.S.s are very proactive and proficient in the pre-sex rituals to cause the guy to overlook any unexpected surprises. Besides it helped them to feel especially feminine. She certainly was expert at all of this.

His lips then moved down to her tiny, but very cute, breasts. She enjoyed that he was giving them attentions despite their diminutive size. He didn’t care much about their size, it was the femininity that they represented that was driving his lust. And that soon caused him to travel down her slightly domed belly to the area of most interest.

At the top of her crotch she had a small penis, about 3 and a half inches long and about the diameter of a typical hot dog. Just like an oversized clit, he thought. Anyway he took it into his mouth and was pleased to find out that it was functional. It rose in stature and leaked a representative amount of pre-cum. It tasted very fine. After giving her several minutes of attention there, he moved down to her womanly cleft and worked it over with his tongue being careful to not let his nose interfere with her dick. He proceeded to enter her vaginal chamber with his tongue which definitely lit her fire. She began to shuffle around her hips and push up against his tongue and face. He then moved his lips and tongue up to her clit and that did it. Her pussy vibrated with her body and she came very vigorously into his waiting mouth. However her dick was still firm.

She guided him onto his stomach and pushed a couple of pillows on top of each other, then mounted him on them with his butt pointing up. She moved be-hind him and with a lot of her spittle, she well lubricated his rosebud. She gently entered him with her finger and worked progressively till she had three of them inside of him. He was surprised that he could take that many. She then mounted on top of him and entered him with her tiny dick. It felt great to her and quite good to him. She bucked into him for a few minutes and then had a release of her cum into him. She then rolled off of him and back on to her back to catch her breath.

After a few minutes, she motioned for him to move to between her legs. She splayed them to reveal the vaginal entry port below. She then nodded to him and he approached the sacred chamber with the tip of his penis. It was very well wetted, so he didn’t even pause but proceeded to push his member into this love-ly young woman. As he seated his nether regions up to hers, she began to purr, and he began to pound her very vigorously. They both began to pour out sweat and all of a sudden the whole sexuality of the situation caused him to explode in her with his cum filling her up and even spilling out around his cock. She had al-ready climaxed, but got a very small one again. She was totally happy with him and his unqualified lust for her.

They rolled over on to their backs and briefly napped with thoughts of what would come for them. They were both very confident in their future.




“Thank you for coming up to the office for your monthly report. Please lock the door and close the blind.”

“Marci, I am in conference upstairs. Would you please monitor the activeties on the main floor?”

“Sure enough, boss!”

“Please quit calling me boss,” said with a sense of humor.

Marcie the first assistant manager replies, “Sure, semi-boss.”

John smiles as he turns his attention to Amber, the Front-end manager. “Please hand me the reports and take your station.”

She nods and then kneels between his opened legs and unzips his fly as he peruses the printed reports. He lifts his hips and pulls up his dress shirt as she frees his member and begins to wipe it off with the wipes that are conveniently placed at the corner of his desk. She then begins to stroke it very softly. He notes this as he continues with the pages of the front-end report. Then she gets his undivided attention when she begins to kiss and lick it. No more reading for the moment. As she moves to having her mouth over it with the resultant licking, sucking and pumping of her mouth, he is completely in her hands. Soon enough he cums in her mouth and she takes it in and swallows it. She rises up and very actively kisses him on the mouth and then rearranges her apparel to return to her duties. He thanks her for her fine work and also rearranges his pants to continue the day’s duties, too.

“Marci, could you please take over watch in the upstairs office, I have a project to complete downstairs.”

She answers, “You bet!” And shows up in 5 minutes.

He moves to the back of aisle 6 and notices the two loaded six-wheelers there. Over the intercom he calls two of the helper clerks to this location. When they arrive he instructs them to get a back board for the display and one of them ask Franklin if he can come to offer some insight on the building of this display. John never interferes with another’s authority in the store, and Franklin is in charge of the receiving, back room and displays.

When Franklin arrives, the other boy already has delivered the back board, and so John asks Franklin to show the boys how to do this in the proper way. Franklin smiles and says, “You mean just like I taught you?”

John smiles and replies, “Yes, and I hope that they listen to you better than I did at first.”

As John watches, Franklin picks up one of the cases and shows the boys how to open them with a box knife without damaging the cans within or them-selves. He nods to John, who nods back and then says, “There is a very good reason to always use a cutting table and not to just cut them on the six-wheeler. John could you suggest why?”

“Six stitches.”

“Six stitches,” one of the boys asked?

“Yes, that is how many it took to sew John up the first time when he thought that he knew better and was in a hurry!”

John winced at that and then nodded to the boys. He hoped that they got the point. He hated to have anyone hurt in his store. With that he started to wander off to let Franklin and the boys finish the display. But, he turned and looked at his long-time friend and mentor and asked, “Are the Nabisco guys coming in today to finish their displays?”

“Yes, John. They will be here early this afternoon.”

John nodded and walked off. He then pulled out his pager and told Marcie that he was going to lunch.

“OK, John. When you get back I will take mine.”

“That works, Marcie.” And he left the store.

When he came back after ninety minutes, Marcie left for her lunch. With that Chandri, the Flower Department Head came up for her weekly report. She was married and had four lovely children. She and her husband had a stable but unaffectionate relationship. It would probably last to her death. However, she was very much attracted to John and didn’t mind the reporting visits at all, in fact she looked forward to them.

When she entered the upstairs office, John instructed Phil the Second Assistant Manager to hold down the floor area checking pull dates on the canned food aisles, while he carried out another counseling session. Phil said, “OK.”

Chandri locked the door and pulled down the shade and moved to the back area of the office. She began reading her report orally, which continued for her full visit in the office. John moved over to her and bowed to her and then found his place at her knees. She had already pulled her skirt up and secured it in place, then pulled her panties down her legs and then off of one of her feet leaving it still on the other leg.

He never kissed Chandri and left her breasts alone, as she had requested. But, he did get a very bright smile from her as he moved himself to kiss and cuddle with her stomach and pussy regions. His kisses and warm licks inflamed her desires. Her pussy was already getting wet when his tongue reached it and moved about its very sensitive tissues. He probed into her slit and after she got to the point where she was opening her legs, to her clit. She was swaying around under his tonguing attack.

When she got sufficiently excited, she reached into her purse and applied the very thick lubricant that she stored there to her anal region, then to his dick as he stood up. She only allowed him anal, since she didn’t want any chance of any further children, nor any obvious evidence for her husband to find of her little excursion here at work. He would never notice it up her ass, since he never traveled there, himself.

She bent her body over and put her head onto the back of a chair, which had a convenient pillow laid on it. She reached behind and used her hands to pull her butt cheeks apart. With this clue, John took his dick and rubbed the head around her anus. As it loosened up, he moved to enter her ‘dark-side’ and pushed up into her. With this, Chandri began to hum to herself. She bucked back on him to finalize his full entry and he knew then to begin full and deep pumping into her. They both came within 15 minutes and Chandri, used the available wipes on herself, but used her mouth on him. Then she rearranged her clothing, while he did. Then came a very fervent hug and she took her papers with her out back to the Flower Shop.

Soon after that, Marcie returned to duty and John asked her again to man the upstairs office while he carried out an interview on the floor. She agreed and he left the office.

As he neared the Produce Department, he reviewed the conversation that he was to have with Bart, the third man in this department. Bart had shown himself to be a very fine worker, but he was in a dead-end position in that department with a longtime manager who wasn’t going to retire anytime soon and a second that was also very good and very likely to inherit the department in the future.

As he approached he looked to Pat the Produce Manager to see if things were caught up and he nodded yes, so John called Bart aside for a few minute’s conference.

“Hello, Bart. I will just take a few of your minutes about an important mat

ter. I am aware of your fine work in this department, but am offering you the chance to move to another as a promotion. Produce departments are hard to move up in, since the people there tend to want to stay there. For you to move up, I am offering you the Frozen Foods department managership. You would be working Tuesday through Saturday, from 4 am to 1 pm, with a 9 am, hour long lunch. I will designate one of the more experienced helper clerks as your second. He will help you on freight days and cover for you on your days off. You will be made a Senior Journeyman Clerk with the resultant pay raise. You will be on the Store Advisory Board and required to spend some time each Wednesday morning with us. You will have to do a ‘blind order’ on Saturdays, since you will not be in on Sunday for the Monday transmission. But, your assistant can advise me of any obvious shortfalls, for my attention as possible additions. Please advise me within the next five days if you are interested.” With that he shook his hand and moved on to other things to do.

At 6 pm he conferred with Phil for a few minutes about projects to work on that evening and then gathered up his stuff and left to go to home to his beautiful wife and three beloved children. That night they made very sweet love together as they often did and cuddled together throughout the night confident in each other’s love.


After a couple of hours in the morning answering obnoxious calls from Division headquarters and scolding delivery companies for their inaccurate (almost always in their favor) invoices, John has a more pleasant task to take care of. He loves to interview new prospective hires. Their applications and resumes make for very interesting reading, and their efforts to stand out in the interviews makes for some real fun, too.

As Giselle moves into the office, John calls up Marcie on his pager, “Marcie, I have an interview upstairs and don’t want to be disturbed. Please watch out for me on the floor.”

“OK, Boss!”

“Hmmmmmmph, he responds,” but then smiles.

He stands up and closes and locks the door. Also he closes the shade to the hallway.

Giselle notices all of this and has some kind of inkling of what is about to come. But, she truly wants this job. Her friends that work here, both boys and girls all highly recommend it. And since she will be starting college next fall with a major in Retail Marketing, this is a perfect fit for her career advancement. In talking to one of the senior employees when she came in to look around, she was told that this particular store has a very high rate of promotions within and to without. It has produced five new store managers in the last ten years, more than twice of any other store in the division. It has the cleanest floors that she has ever seen, too. She thinks that any hospital would kill to be this clean and neat. “Giselle, I am John the manager of this store. It is very nice to meet you.”

She very politely nods to him. And remains silent.

“I have looked over your application and resume. I notice that you are sixteen years old, a high school senior and that you are planning on attending college nearby next fall and majoring in Retail Marketing. Is that all correct?”

In a very low and shy voice she says, “Yes, it is.”

“And I also noticed your recommendation letters from former employers, teachers and family friends. It is all very impressive.

I have only one position available at the present. It is not the clerking position that you asked for. It is very unusual for a new employee to initially get one of those. We like to see them do other things first to see how well they fit in with us. But, from your qualifications, I expect that you would make rather rapid advancement. You are applying at a very good time of the year to get on, since we always need extra help in the summer.

The position that I have available right now is as a helper in the instore bakery. We have five applicants for this position. You are perhaps the leading one.”

Speaking up, Giselle offers, “ Well, I was really hoping for a clerking position, since it pays better, but I would also like to be considered for the position in the bakery that you have mentioned.”

“Thank you for the honesty, Giselle. I have already interviewed the other candidates for this position. I think that I have most of an understanding of what you have to offer us here. But, just one more thing. I need to know your level of commitment to me and the store. This is now your chance to impress me with your desire to be with us.”

With that he turned his chair to be pointing to the one that Giselle was sit-ting on and laid his hands in an offhand manner on his lap. She noticed this and thought for a few moments. He was patient with her.

She thought of how much she needed this job and whether this would be worth what he was obviously asking for. She smile to herself and said, “Yes, of course it is worth this important opportunity in her life. Her mother and father had always told her to reach out firmly for what she wanted. She didn’t think that they had her reaching out to have sex with this man in mind, but they hadn’t specifically ruled it out by their comments, either.”

So, she started to take her clothes off, but John shook his head and motioned towards his lap. He said, “Maybe next time.” So she moved over to him and opened his trousers and fetched out his dick. She licked her lips to moisten them and then proceeded to kiss, lick and suck on his member all the time with her eyes looking up at him. It took only a few minutes to bring him to climax. She used the available tissues to wipe and clean him and her mouth. She would have to replace the lipstick she knew. He patted her on her behind as she stood up. “That wasn’t so bad, she thought.”

“Thank for your interest and show of support. I will get back to you within three days and then we can do a more in-depth interview to start you career with us.”

She caught the ‘in-depth’ comment. She guessed that she had better wear one of her cleanest sexy panties for that. Better make sure she took her pill, too. She smiled at him and then left the office, thinking only of the challenges of her coming job for the present.

As Giselle left the office, he called down to the deli and asked that Estelle, one of the helpers, be sent up to the office. He advised Marcie that he had an important interview to do with Estelle and she was welcome to attend. She said that she would be there shortly. Shortly meant that she beat Estelle by about an inch.

Marcie moved into the background to watch how John would handle this. She was always learning useful things from him.

He began, “Estelle, please relax and take that chair right in front of me. OK Honey, I have heard reports of dissention in the deli. It appears from what I have heard that you and Hector don’t get along too well. Can you help me to understand what is going on there?”

“Well, Mr. John, Hector, he is soo demanding and rude about it. He yells at me all of the time! Nuthin’ that I do dere is goot enough for him. I have just had it with him and there.”

“First of all, Estelle, please calm down so that your usual very proper English comes out.”

“OK, Mr. John. I am sorry.”

“It’s alright, Estelle. But, I will need your patience and very good English to move you to a place in the store that will be much more to your liking and comfort. I am thinking of moving you to the Front Customer Service Desk as a trainee. Amber is very patient and knowledgeable about its running. The hours would be somewhat different, but not too much so. Would you be interested in that?”

“Oh Mr. John, that would be so kind of you! I like Amber very much and I would like that chance.”

“OK, please be patient with Hector for the next two days, and we will move you over to the Front End on Monday. You can start your training then. Don’t worry about it until then and remain as focused as you can on your current responsibilities until Monday, please.”

“Thank you Mr. John, I will do that.”

“Thank you Estelle for coming up here and now please return to work before Hector is on both you and me.”

Estelle smiled as she left the office.

Leaving Marcie in the office to manage it, he went down to the floor to help with a late ‘orphan products’ order. These are the products that have to be carried because there is no substitute for them, but which sell at such a slow rate that the company’s own warehouse won’t carry them. So an independent supply company sends them in. It used to involve a handheld scanner and about six steps to enter and send. Now with the improved mode, it takes 26 steps and three different passwords. This is all very intimidating to anyone first using it. The regular guy is on vacation, so John fills in the best that he can.

Off to lunch again. Marcie can upload it over the phone while he is away.

When he gets back from lunch there is Bobbi’s report to take. So, he calls down on the intercom for her to come up to the upper office. She of course knows what that will men, so she stops by the bathroom on the way and gets herself ready. When she gets to the office, she doesn’t wait for him to tell her to close the door and draw the blinds, she just goes ahead and does it.

She then puts the report on his desk and starts to tell it out loud for anyone that is near to hear. She at the same time gets the blanket from the closet and lays it over the two rugs piled on top of each other out of sight on the office floor. She takes off everything below her waist and opens her bodice so that her bounteous wares plunge out. She has just had a baby, so they are a bit sore and full of milk. She then looks up to John, waiting for him to come down to her so that she can start on his cock with her mouth. She is the best in the store except for Galen, the gay Bread Person.

John kneels down for her to take him into her mouth. He then takes over the oratory so that she can proceed with him in her mouth. She has him hard in just a couple of minutes. He then moves down to take her pussy with his cock. She doesn’t want any playing around down there, just plunge in and get it over with. She has had six kids and just wants to feel good, and is not worried about a climax for herself. While he is entering her rounded and short body, she allows him to nurse on her tits, drawing out the precious and sweet tasting liquid from there. After several minutes, he cums very strongly and deeply into her vault. He soon withdraws and kisses her on her blushing cheeks, next to her puckered mouth. She then leaves the office after putting everything back into its proper place and returns to her work.

Her husband tonight will know what all of the extra cum is about, but he and she will say nothing about it. After all this is the best job that anyone in their family has ever had, since they all snuck across the border. He will just grin and take her into his arms, kiss her sweet lips and fuck her round and soft body again. And she will hold him very tight, because she loves him so. And whether John or her hubby are the father of her next baby, she will love and care for it just the same.

John has one more chore to do for the day. He goes down stairs to meet with Norman the head night stocker. He is just touching base with him as he rarely gets to see him, since Norman works late at night. Norman brings up the leaving of six wheelers with unnecessary cargo on board, which slows the night crew down from getting started on the freight. They need at least eight of them ready to go each night. John promised to talk to Franklin about it and see how it could be resolved. He asked Norman again if was interested in moving to days, because he needed a day time grocery floor person. But, Norman said that he was very satisfied with the night shifts, since it gave him time in the day to work on his garden. John let him know that that was alright, since he was a very fine head night stocker.

As John wandered around to observe what was going on he saw a couple of the helper clerks who were not very busy. He warned them about this and made a mental note to include their names on his daily log of store activity. With that it was time for him to leave for home to be with his precious and loving family.


After his morning duties, again with the very irritating and intrusive call from division, he is ready for his store duties. He is so tired of arguing with stupid people who have never actually worked in a store about his payroll. He has the highest average wage in the division, and they want him to weed out some of the older workers and replace them with cheaper younger ones. He points out to them the average sales for his store for the past year. Fourth highest in the division in a small town store with several fierce competitors. Then he mentions the profit level for his store, which is second to none. And the kicker is that his total wages for the store are right in the midrange, since his experienced and inspired workers put out so much work, that he is able to run his store as a staffing level that would seem short-handed compared to the other stores in the division. Enough about that.

To brighten up his day Marcie comes up for the pre-weekend meeting where they divvy up the chores over the weekend so that each can have the maximum free time for their other interests. As she settles in, he tells her that he has some very good news for her. She has recently graduated from the company store management training course. And she had excelled in it. A new store was going to be built in a nearby town, and one of the more experienced store managers was going to get it. She was first in line to get the store that he was leaving. Despite all of the griping about payroll at this store, it was making the company a lot of money and making the higher-ups look very good. So, they wanted to plant one of his disciples into another store. Every one that he had sent out to be a manager was in the top half of the division’s rankings.

“Marcie, you have been accepted to be the new manager of the Port City store, so that the manager there can move to the new store being built in Big City. I am so proud of you!”

“John, I can’t say enough for all that you have done in helping me to prepare for this promotion. I just owe you so much.”

“Marcie, you don’t owe me anything. You did the work. I just had the privilege of steering you forward a few times. You very much deserve this.”

“John please come with me to an early lunch so that I can thank you properly. Phil will be here in an hour, so Amber can hold things together till then.”

“Marcie, you don’t have to do this you know.”

“Yes, I do. For my own heart, if nothing else.”

“OK, Little Miss Workaholic.”

So, passing over the keys to Amber, they left together and went to her apartment, where she almost ripped his clothes off and pulled him into the bedroom where she proceeded to practically suck the skin off of his dick and sprain his back in fucking him. Then they just held each other for a half hour remembering all of the wonderful things that they had experienced together since she came to be a helper clerk in his store. They even talked about the first time that he had fucked her and how she had been so surprised at how good it could feel. She had not been a virgin, but John was the first real man that she had been fucked by. They then redressed and moved back to the store to catch up on all of the things that they should have finished in the morning. They succeeded, too.

After the previous day, John decided to spend the afternoon monitoring the activity on the floor. He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. And he was not happy at some of the things that he found. He found Jackie the helper clerk hiding in the back room bathroom smoking. He entered the room and closed and locked the door. He asked her if she wanted to remain employed at this store. She replied, that she did. So, he ordered her to take all of her clothes off, and assume the position over the toilet. She complained that it was too cold for her to be nude in this room. He informed her that she was lucky to be getting another chance. Even the union couldn’t save her job over this.

So, he spread her legs and began to feel her up. His fingers found her pussy crack and slipped and probed around in it. He had three fingers up into her pussy vault, before she cried out that it hurt too much. Then he worked the same three fingers up into her ass. She seemed to take this better. He then asked if she would prefer it up the ass or the pussy. She said the ass, so he got his dick out and moved around to her face and had her suck it till it got hard. He then moved back to her rear entry and quickly worked his way up and in to her. After his play with Marcie only about three hours ago, it took even his vast resources a while to get a head of steam in her. But, at last it worked and he blasted a load deep into her ‘rural’ avenue. At the end she was bucking back on him and turned when he withdrew to hug and kiss him.

He then told her to get back to work. She rushed out to avoid any more of his ‘encouragements.’

Late in the afternoon, he called Janice up to the office. He informed her that his wife would be out of town for the weekend and that she and at least two other of the girls from the store were invited to spend Saturday evening until Sunday morning with him. There would be beer and pizza, he informed her. She brightened up at that and said that she would check around. Later that afternoon, she informed him that she had started her monthly and wasn’t sure if he would still want her to come. He said most definitely. And so she said that two others would be coming too, including Jackie. He said fine.

The next Tuesday a card was being passed around the store inviting some of the women to a luncheon at Amber’s apartment the next night. Six of the ladies made it. Janice, Estelle and Bobbie were among them.

After a brief course of refreshments, Amber called them to order to discuss a certain issue at work. “I have called you here to discuss the sexual situation at work. John seems to be out of control there. And I would like to know what each of you is comfortable about doing about it.”

Bobbi offered, “I don’t want to do anything that will hurt Mr. John. He has done so much for all of us.”

Janice said, “I don’t really mind playing with him once in a while, but it would be nice if it was more controlled and with us having some say about when it happens.”

“I would never want to do anything that would endanger his marriage. His wife is such a sweet thing. And beside he has helped every one of us in this room and all of the others at work, too.” Estelle remarked.

“Yes, even though I called this meeting, I don’t want to lose him. I have had 12 managers and he is by far the best. Even with his sexual appetite. I worry that if this is not done right, we will get one of the truly jerky ones. And many of us would lose our jobs, too. For cooperating with him and not reporting it. Actually the company doesn’t care that much, no matter what they officially say, as long as the store stays profitable and they are not embarrassed,” Amber observed.

“So, I guess we can never go to the police, union, company or his family about it. Any of these things would destroy him and probably replace him with a much worse manager. Maybe even cause us to lose our jobs.”

“Well, Amber,” Estelle asked, “what can we do then?”

Amber sums up. “I don’t think that the old hat trick of recording him is going to work. First of all it implicates us as coconspirators. And we wouldn’t want such a tape floating around, either. No knowing who might find it and use it for their purposes. And besides, we all know what happens to ‘whistle-blowers.’

Companies hate them, get rid of them as soon as they can and no one else will hire them. So, what do we do?”



It’s a Saturday morning and John is shopping the grocery store that he used to manage. I has been a couple of years since he left the company, escaping what could have become a serious and personally hurtful consequence of his repeated and multi-employee-partners sexual adventures.

As he turns the corner from the cereal aisle to enter the canned food one, he encounters Mrs. Lawrence a long time customer, whom he has had the hots for, for a long time. She nods to him as they are about to pass one another and she breaks the quiet with, “Hello Mr. Baker, how are you doing? I haven’t seen you for some time now.”

John smiles at the welcome ice-breaker and responds, “Well, Hello to you too, Mrs. Lawrence. It is very nice to see you.”

“It’s John now, if you like, since I am no longer the manager here.”

“You’ll have to call me Judy then to make things equal!”

“No problem. I can do that.”

“Me too, John.”

“I am doing the weekly shopping for my wife, since she is busy on Saturdays with all of the kid’s activities. Keeps her really hopping to make all of the trainings, lessons, meets and appointments.”

“It also works out well, since I know the store very well. They haven’t rear-ranged things too awfully yet.”

“If you don’t mind saying, how many kids do you have anyway?”

“We have six, evenly split between boys and girls. More than we planned on, but we love them all very much and have no desire to send any of them back!!” Said with a genuinely enthusiastic manner and smile on his face.

“That is quite the challenge, I would say.”

“Yes it is, but life is most interesting when there are positive challenges encountered and met. Makes life very worth living.”

“Yes,” she volunteered, “That is very true.”

“Say, how would you like to have a coffee with me over in the snack bar seating area and compare notes on what has happened over the last couple of years?”

He looks down and ponders this for a minute. “Yes, I think that I have plenty of time to do that.”

So, they pushed their carts to the front check stand area and asked the Clerk-in-Charge if they could park them there while they visited the snack bar. And she, of course said, “No problem.”

They got their Lattes at the instore Starbucks Stand, with a sticky bun each and then settled into a corner booth, well out of the hearing of any other patrons.

She sat next to him, instead of across from him, and took his hand into hers. She looked into his eyes and asked, “Can we be honest here about things, John? I have a million questions to ask you, and it isn’t just to satisfy my curiosity.”

“Judy, you can ask anything that you desire, but I will have to evaluate as to what I answer due to personal issues.”

“Fair enough.”

“Why did you leave off managing the store?”

John cleared his throat and offered, “Because it was about time to do so. There were personal issues here at the store, but also I began to despise being away from my family almost every weekend. Managers work at least six and a half days a week. And Sundays often drag out to a complete seventh day. My children are at the age that they need to know their father, not just as a ghost who disappears every morning and returns about the time they go to bed.”

“Well, good for you, John. You only have your children once and for a surprisingly short time at that. They need their father’s time and presence, just as much as their mother’s. You won’t be sorry for that decision.”

“True, it has been like a load lifted off of my shoulders. And I even have time to garden now, which I truly do enjoy. Especially the working together with my kids in the effort to grow things as they grow themselves.”

“As to the personal things here at work. I have become familiar with what a lot of that was about. You were a naughty boss, John. But, the ladies involved stood by you and refused to throw you under the bus. Of course, they knew that they might follow you under it if they passed on what you had done with them. But, mostly, they really liked you and were very grateful for all of the opportunities that you afforded them. And it was only ones that they truly deserved. They knew that, too.”

“How did you find out about all of these assertions?”

“Clever choice of words there, huh! A ‘little birdy’ informed me of these things. And she was one of your profound admirers. It was just to get it off of her chest, with no intent to harm you.”

“I see. And what would be your interest in these things besides curiosity?”

“Well John, I have had my own personal interests in you over the years. It is still ongoing, too. I tried very hard to make that obvious to you many times, but with so many other ‘interests’ here in the store, it just all went right over your head with only a very friendly smile from you once in a while.”

“I’m sorry, Judy. I didn’t know. Not sure of what I would have done, if I had.”

“If you had noticed, I would have taken care of that.”

“Too bad I missed out on that!!!”

“You don’t have to miss out on it anymore, if you don’t want to.”

“Wow, Judy that really gives me something to ponder.”

“Don’t ponder too long, big fella. Times a wasting.”

“It’s simple John. I want to fuck you. Have for several years. And I don’t want to wait until I am too old to be attractive to you.”

“Attractive to me??? You are a gorgeous woman, Judy. I have always admired you. And I would love to prove to you how much I do desire you.”

“Prove away, John!”

“Are you ready for some fun right now?”

“Yes I am,” said with bright eyes and a breathy voice.

John escorted her to the backroom storage area. Franklin, the backroom manager must have been off this Saturday and no one else was evident. So he used a secretly retained key to access a small storage room that was little used, since it had a lot of store air conditioning and freezer controls that kept it warm and also for equipment security concerns.

Before he could even firmly get the door locked, she was lifting her skirt and lowering her panties. He took the clue and she let him open her blouse and remove the bra hidden there. Neither was of any mind to stall in this due to time constraints and log simmering lust that each had felt.

So, when his hands raised to cup her modestly sized and lovely breasts, she leaned into him and moved her hand down to remove the obstruction of his zip-per.

Their lips met halfway to each other and with closed eyes they worshipped the moment of sensuous desire that was exploding in each of them. One of his arms escaped a breast and reached around her back to nuzzle her up to him. With that her arm that was releasing his ‘pussy probe’ was squeezed between them feeling like some kind of giant dick down each of their bellies.

With a ramped up sense of urgency plus their respective lust, he cooperated with her effort to lower his slacks and underpants. This left them both naked from the waist down to their shoes.

Her hands now centered on to his cock and began stroking it. As it grew, he moved his two hands to her butt cheeks and began to caress and squeeze them rhythmically, alternating between them. This helped to drive her desire to even greater heights.

One of his hands now moved to cup and then massage her pussy lips and clit. She began to leak her woman cum to complement his pre-cum that was leaking into her hand.

They each knew that they would have no time now to orally stimulate each other’s nether regions, so they proceeded to the main event. She raised one foot and leg up onto the top of an upside down bucket nearby and he guided his cock into the secret, stimulated and viscous passage now revealed and offered. He slid right in and immediately began to pump himself into her love port.

She responded by meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own as they found a complementary rhythm of congress. She was moaning and lightly crying from the lust inherent in their meeting of their love organs. He was lightly breathing into her ear as they still held each other’s upper bodies tight together.

After enjoying her pussy for a couple of minutes, he kicked the bucket over to the wall and bullied her up against it still with one foot and leg up on the buck-et and proceeded to pound her belly and pussy as hard as he could. She took it very well and in fact encouraged him by her lustful words and caressing hands that entertained his head’s hair and on to his back, holding him tight.

His bigger brain completely turned off and he became a lustful rutting animal attacking her pussy as in a determined mating. He felt her mons and pussy lips against his lower belly and this helped to augment the fucking experience. He could feel her lose herself completely into the actions and realized indicators that she would come soon.

So, he upped the frequency of attack and the depth of his thrusts to pound against the back wall of her vagina, glancing off of the cervix as he pumped in and out. With this came matching snarls and guttural voicings showing how far gone they each were in their exploding desires.

With that, she began the belly and pussy clinching and vibrations indicating that climax was at hand and starting. He responded with a deep and profound re-lease of his cum into the desirous cavity of her vagina. With this each of them voiced sounds of release and satisfaction.

Then came the calm and with no sense of guilt at all.

They then hurried and reassembled their clothing. He opened the door and saw no one about, so they left the confines of the storage room and wandered out back to their place at the deli snack tables.

“I have waited for that for a very long time, John! Thank you.”

“I sure didn’t know what I was missing out on, Judy.”

“What now, John? Where would you like this to go?”

“I’m sorry, but my mind is still a little numb after our backroom excursion. But, I sure would like to repeat it, only in some place where we could linger in our worship of each other’s bodies.”

“I second that ‘motion’ for sure. What would be our personal situation?”

“Well, Judy, I am married with six children. I would never do anything to destroy that. I will not divorce my wife. She is a truly fine lady and tolerates my little deflections with no recriminations at all. We don’t exactly have an ‘open marriage’ but there is an unspoken agreement that minor deflections that are not thrust up into each other’s faces and don’t threaten our marriage are if not acceptable are endured.”

“John, I have a very steady marriage, with a good hearted steady guy, that I also don’t want lose. He is very good with our three children and is very kind to me. He is just totally uninspiring in bed. Since our exciting honeymoon night, he has seemed to lose interest in me, except for the constant honor he showers on me in front of the kids and in public. I want to grow old with him, but in the meantime I need a more adventurous and active love life.”

“How would he feel if he found out about us taking care of each other?”

“He would be somewhat hurt, but would not make an issue of it as long as I take care of our family and his modest needs in bed. He would be furious though, if it became public to his shame.”

“I guess we will have to be careful about that, if we move on with each other. If we begin this, I will be with no one except you and my wife. Can I expect the same with you and your husband? And what about birth control? I hate condoms.”

“I will treat my husband and you in the same manner. I take no birth control efforts at all. I am Catholic and therefore what happens, happens. And I wouldn’t mind having children by you. Trent wouldn’t mind a few more little faces around. And I would make sure that he thought that they were his. Not that it would make any difference to him, he is great with kids. Treats visiting cousins to our kids the same as our own.”

“How are we going to arrange this John? We will need to be frugal about our expenses and careful about our personal security.”

“I regularly have Saturday mornings free. And other times come to the fore when she is out of town with relatives or on her business trips for training on her at- home business. I now work ‘banker’s hours’ for a local CPA firm. I started out there as a staff accountant while I studied for and then passed my CPA’s state exam. I am now a junior partner in the firm. That brings many perks, including access to one of the available condos in limbo awaiting disposition. There is a key rack set up in the coffee room and if one of the members of the firm needs its usage, they just need to take the key and return it with no damage to the property. As long as that is so, there is no curiosity as to who took the key or why.”

“I can see no reason why that wouldn’t work out. You think of everything.”

“I try. And my wife and I each let the other have a night out with our pals, the guys together from our extended social group and gals together with theirs. Together these two groups with their families make up our total extended family that party and take vacations together. By-the-way, we never any of us play with anyone else in our extended social family and we always protect each other against outsiders who would try to make trouble. The guys with each other, the gals with each other and the families together with each other. So if one of us strays outside the group for a little fun, it is totally covered over by the group that is of the same sex. So, at available times, we will be protected and have a place to play.”

“And I have never done anything like this with anyone else.”

“Me either. But, what about Giselle and the other ladies at work?”

“What about Giselle?”

“Didn’t you know that she quit the job because of her pregnancy? But, it is reported that she is fine and progressing well in college. Her parents are caring for the baby until she finishes her education and gets situated with a job and place of her own. She has evidently found a nice young man who isn’t insulted by her already being used, as it were. In fact in some circles that enhances the inter-est.”

“No, I didn’t know anything about that. Must have happened after I left. And as to the other ladies, whatever did happen was confined to work. And I haven’t seen anyone else but my wife since I broke free of the store.”

“When do we get together again? I don’t want to wait a long time.”

“How about Wednesday night? I will let the guys know that I need cover-age and will meet you here in the store parking lot. No one will notice another car as there is a sizeable night stocking crew.”

“Works for me. I guess we need to finish our shopping and get the stuff home.”

“Yep, and I look forward to us being together again, Judy. You were great!”

“You too, John.”

With that they each moved off to reenter the regular lives with a very pleasant recent memory to comfort them until they could be together.

NOTE: Should a person actually ‘look a gift-horse in the mouth?’



I love to go to the movies and do it about once a week if there is something I want to see. I usually go in the early afternoon, to miss the crowds and so usually get the middle seat in the lowest row in the top section. Perfect seating. I dream like a lot of guys of having a blowjob in the theater, but have not had one before. This day things were different.

I had arrived about forty minutes early like I usually do so that I can get something to eat and a good seat. This movie, SIN CITY (2), was not getting good reviews and so I expected no seating difficulties. I didn’t feel hungry so I moved right into the theater and proceeded to endure the movie theater ads and news. Some of it was actually interesting.

As I was making myself comfortable, I noticed a group of women walk into the theater showroom that I was in, right in front of me, to the end of the row and then back to right next to me to my left. It didn’t bother me, but with a whole theater of seats to choose, it seemed curious that they chose to sit next to me. I just shook it off and waited for the movie to begin. No response at all from them.

Then the theater lights went out and we had to endure the reminders about cell phones and unnecessary chatter during the showing. Of course then we had to wade thru a number of previews, a couple of which looked very interesting. Next began the introduction to the movie we were here to see. Every-thing was similar to the first movie of this series.

As I settled into the story, I felt the right hand of the lady next to me settle on my upper leg. Since it didn’t bother me, I made no fuss over it. She hadn’t put up her right hand arm rest and the seats were not roomy, so I just thought that she was using a convenient hand rest while she watched the show. But, then I felt her hand begin to lightly massage and caress my upper leg. Still no problem on my part. As far as I was considered, she could play with anything that she wanted, as long as she didn’t damage it.

She stopped her actions for a moment, evidently waiting for my response. I laid my hand over hers and gently caressed it and then moved my hand away. She then started to caress my upper leg again, with somewhat a more vigorous activity. We were only 15 minutes into the movie and she had already progressed to my lap for her attentions. After a minute or two she was fiddling with my zipper. I helped her with that and she reached in to inspect the instrument, I guess. It was noticing!

I decided to reciprocate some of this attention and so lifted my left arm over her right one and reached down to caress her nether regions. I found her skirt already lifted under her light jacket and NO PANTIES. My hand began to massage all of her womanhood that I could reach. She was getting very wet, and I was beginning to produce pre-cum. I turned and whispered into her ear, “Up above.”

Then I rearranged my clothing and moved up to the second row from the top. There was already a young couple up there with the girl doing the guy. I just nodded and moved above them. He looked very relieved with my acceptance.

Shortly thereafter my lady moved up next to me. She raised the armrest between us and next to her other side, giving her more room to rearrange herself for whatever she had in mind. Just then the employee with the flashlight came through and didn’t even notice us, or the young couple just below us. Then I pulled my pants down, I had no underwear on. I usually don’t. She also, lifted her skirt and low and behold, she still (ha ha) had no panties on.

She cuddled up to my shoulder and placed her hand on my ‘package.’ Just resting it there at first. But, soon she began to use her hands to activate my sex muscle for her entertainment. I was also awkwardly reaching for her goodies to stimulate them, too. But, she was the one having the initial success. I was rising to the occasion, as it were. She then bent over and took me into her mouth and proceeded to give it the ‘heaven on Earth’ treatment. She evidently was totally enjoying this. She seemed dedicated to giving me the maximum pleasure from her attentions. Up and down, probing deep within her mouth and throat, licking, sucking with her eyes dead onto my eyes. I lasted about ten minutes and shot my message deep into her throat, which she delivered to the proper ‘mailbox.’ She then proceeded to cleanse me and rearrange my clothing to continue watching the movie.

She was very surprised when I moved down onto my knees and proceeded to give her pussy the same degree of attention that she have given to my equipment. She just laid back and took my tongue to her tits, slit, clit, up into her pussy and even onto and into her asshole. She did her best to contain her vocal enthusiasm, but the young couple looked up to us a couple of times and smiled broadly at what they knew to be going on. Soon enough, she came and we settled in for the rest of the movie.

But, a half an hour later, she was obviously looking around and seeing no attention to us at all, she reached over and pulled my pants down again. She leaned down to harden my tool and then proceeded to move over and sit on my lap facing towards the screen. As she got comfortable, I felt her direct my tool up and into her love port. Then she began to rock forward and backward, working my dick into her pussy. I couldn’t take much of this and then shot a large wad into her love channel setting off her vigorous response. As soon as she was done, we cleaned up with my handkerchief and the napkins she had with her and broke up and left the theater separately.

I had to visit the men’s room on the way out, and when I left the theater, she was sitting on one of the concrete decorations, evidently waiting for me. She approached and hugged me and whispered into my ear, “How about seconds!” I nodded, but told her that I needed to get something to eat first. I pointed at the BOB’S BURGERS AND BREW, across the street and she nodded. She took my hand as we walked in silence. When we got there we were seated and then I got my first really good look at her.

She was evidently in her middle to late thirties, undistinguished looks, usual kind of body, medium height with modest makeup. Just a regular girl, like we all know: our sisters, workmates, the ladies at the stores. But, from what had just happened, I knew that there were fires burning deeply within her. Her lovemaking was anything but plain. I nodded to her and we enjoyed our meal. She was an enthusiastic eater, and a light drinker. I drink no alcohol, but love root beer. She sampled mine and pronounced it wonderful. She then ordered one for herself and ignored the beer that she had previously ordered. She won a lot of points with me on that. Evidently I had won a lot of points with my attentions to her at the movie house. Anyway, we seemed very comfortable with each other.

The only conversation between us shyly started with, “What is the usual charge for what happened?” I ran it through my mind and said off of the top of my head, $60.” She looked at down at her hands and said, “I only have $40 with me.” When the shock wore off, I asked her very considerately, “Do you want to be friends?” She looked up at my face and very deliberately said, “I would love that, is that what you would want?” Would I want a regular sucking and fucking from a decent looking lady, who thought that she should pay me? You have to be kidding! I (ahem) forced myself to say yes. “You don’t owe me anything!” She smiled and put her hand on top of my hand and squeezed it. That was one of the most sensual and trusting thing that I have ever experienced from a woman. I squeezed her hand back, very gently.

It was dark when we left the restaurant and I asked her if there was a place to drop her off. She asked very tentatively, “Can I just stay with you for awhile?” “Of course, I answered.” We walked hand in hand to my vehicle. I opened her door and seated her, making sure that her seat belt was on. She was very impressed by this. Then I got into my side and belted myself in. She asked how far was my place away? Evidently we had settled on for her to spend at least the rest of the evening together. I replied, “20 minutes.” Since we were using the back-streets she asked me to pull over for a moment. Then she proceeded to ask me to lower my pants and push the driver’s seat as far back as possible, with the steering wheel as high as possible. She then took a small pillow from the back seat and laid herself out to my penis which was now out in the open and raised on high. She then instructed me to continue on driving.

I enjoyed this very much, and when we got to my place I parked on the street and asked her to get into the driver’s seat for some attentions to her, too. She smiled and did so, lifting her skirt to reveal her mons and clit. She opened her legs so that the rest of her was available to my attentions, too. I availed myself of the proffered goodies and gave them the appropriate attentions they deserved as she drove.

When circled back to home again, she took my hand and walked up to my condo, like she belonged to me. Her actual intentions became more apparent as the evening wore on.

During the trips in the car, I thought about the advisability of letting her know where I lived. I didn’t know her name yet, and also nothing about her back-ground. She seemed a little backward, but not seriously so. All I knew was that she was shy, affectionate and seemed to love sex like no other woman that I had ever met.

I wondered, who were the ladies that she was with at the theatre? Why was she so forward with me, a stranger? Why was she in no hurry to go home? What were her intentions towards me? What should I do about all of this?

This was in between pleasure surges as we played?

When we entered the condo, I settled her on the couch and asked what she would like to watch on the T.V? She said anything, but if she could she would like to watch the cartoon network. I turned the channel to that network and busied myself in the kitchen preparing some snacks. She smiled at this when I came into the living room loaded down with nearly every type of goodie that I had in the apartment. She helped by clearing a space on the coffee table as I set the items down. She remarked that she wasn’t hungry yet after the dinner we had, but would sample some of the items as the evening developed. Nothing wrong with her vocabulary.

I sat down on the couch on the opposite end to give her some space upon her first foray into my ‘Man Cave.’ But, she immediately pulled me up next to her and cuddled right up to me. She began to be kissy and handsie right away. The T.V. was being ignored and my body was her total attention getter. She moved to help me remove my clothing and then had me help remove hers. Nothing particularly sexy amongst her clothing, just run-or-the-mill working class woman’s duds. But, the body underneath was curvy, ripe and willing. Every attention I gave her was appreciated and returned. And she initiated a lot of our sexy activities.

We put some large bathroom towels beneath us to intercept any evidence of our enthusiasms and cuddled with continual affection under a large comforter that I kept in the living room just for that purpose. She felt, tasted and smelled just fine to me. And she continually stimulated every sexy spot on my body, even working her way to my asshole that she gave special attentions including with her tongue probing to the inside. Her fingers followed her tongue, while I sucked with enthusiasm on her breasts. I even got a little of momma’s milk along the way.

Finally, we were so worked up that all safeties were off and we moved the comforter and ourselves to the floor. There we used up every sexy act either of us could conjure up, ending up with her on her knees, bent over with her head laying sideways on the comforter and me deep up her ass. At her insistence, I just pounded her rear side until we both came like bolts out of the blue. We then collapsed together onto the comforter and relaxed to get back our breaths and senses.

As we laid there, she asked about me. I told her that I was just your usual sixty something year old, living alone with a decent life and no money worries. I still worked part time, though. Just for the fun and extra play money, you know. I asked about her.

She told me that she was thirty five and single. She was newly in town and living at a women’s group home as she became acclimated to Big City and looked for a job. She said that she wasn’t usually that forward with men, but she had so much appreciated my responses that she had just ridden with them. At that she kissed me.

She said that she was having trouble finding a job that would support her, since she didn’t graduate from high school and hadn’t gotten her G.E.D. yet. She then became very shy as she explained that her mother had died when she was twelve and that she had replaced her in her father’s bed, because they lived so far out of town that they had little or no contact with others. She didn’t mind, since her dad was a fine lover, but it ruined her chance to finish her education. She let me know that she hadn’t been that great a student anyway. She admitted that she was a little slow, but not enough to be unable to cope domestically and especially in bed, which was her main joy in life. She had had one child that had been taken away from her for unspecified reasons. She was unable to bear any-more since.

She broached the subject of staying with me and becoming my lover/companion giving me all of the sex that I could want. She said that she was a fine cook and housekeeper and wouldn’t interfere with my other interests as long as I took care of her and fucked her regularly.

As I was thinking about this, very positively, she moved over to take my dick into her mouth again. She was terrific at all of the usual sexy things. And my ‘thingy’ was duly noticing this by its elevated response. When I was fully elevated, she rolled onto her back and pulled me to between her legs and inserted my dick into her love canal. She then took my face up to hers and deep kissed me like I had never had before while her hands wrapped around my back and her hips pushed up to meet my down strokes. Despite all of my climaxes already, I came fully and deeply into her and then was fully spent. When I pulled out she moved to fully clean my love appliance and the helped me to bed.

As I drifted off to sleep, I told her that I would check out things tomorrow and we could decide together if she might like to stay with me. She nodded, went to the bathroom to freshen up for the night and then I felt her join me in the bed. She snuggled up to me and laid her arm over me to hold me tight.

I never woke up.

Three days later there was an article in the Big City Herald:


Are we seeing the return of Mary Bella Portygin, murderess? A local police re-port offered the following details on the apparent murder of a local 70 year old gentleman, Frank Olderman. He was found dead in his bed with his head detached from his body. Except for that detail, he was lovingly arranged on the bed with ample evidence of recent sexual activity. His wallet was emptied of anything valuable and a number of readily fenceable items were missing from his condo.

Mary has been reported in the area living in a half-way house for the last 30 days after her early release from incarceration for a multiple murder spree ten years ago. She had been under mental treatment and was assumed to be restored to sanity by documents that are on public file.

According to the information produced during her trial, she had been pretty much a normal little girl until her mother died from breast cancer concurrent with Mary’s twelfth birthday. It was alleged that her father then forced her to take her mother’s place in the household and in his bed with all of the intendant duties that that would be placed on her.

No one made any attempt to deliver her from this nightmare for her, despite many suspicions by those who were aware of the situation. Her school grades collapsed and at the age of 16 she ran away to enter a life of prostitution, first on the streets of Big City and then as an ‘incall’ escort which engenders more money.

Everyone pretty much left her alone, since she was coping the best that she could and seemed to be no danger to the public domain. She remained free from drugs and the drug trade and had no reports of abusing her clients.

However, she evidently had been abused by a couple of her older customers to-wards the end and was mentally unhinged by this, beginning to prey on these types of men and then executing them while they slept in her signature way. She perpetrated this at least nine times before she was caught when evidently number ten woke up while she was readying to ‘off’ him also. Her trial elicited considerable notice in Big City and all of the near areas. It was suggested that it offered perhaps some kind of moral lesson. The local ministers had a field day with this episode.

It is evident that she presents very little danger to society at large, just older men who come under her sexual spell. She can be very hard to identify, since she can portray herself as either a man or woman of several different age groups, and can manipulate both men and women with her prodigious sexual talents. If you see someone who resembles the included picture, please inform law enforcement and take no personal actions towards her.



“Yes, Mr. Williams, what may we do for you today?”

“This is just a confirmation that a pallet board of food supplies will be delivered to my suites at about noon from Safeway Stores. It should be closely inspected by a vetted security agent and then sent alone up to my eleventh floor by the dedicated freight elevator.”

“Yes, Sir. Just as the usual procedure.” This was said after the security features of the phone verified the voice on his end and the fingerprints on the highly modified phone on the other. No picture ever accompanied his communications with anyone.

“Just so, and thank you.” With that Manfred signed off with no waiting for a reply. No insult intended, he just is a very busy man.

The over-qualified front desk man, smiled and hung up the private security phone and went about his usual business. He didn’t have much to do at the front desk, but from its friendly confines, he had a great deal to do in monitoring the security features of the building.

On his end of the phone Manfred reran the specialized security protocol for the receipt of this delivery. It would be welcomed and inspected under the attention of Paula, a mean-as-spit old biddy who was his Household Chief of Staff. She had a sharp eye and an even sharper tongue for any malingering household staff member, but was as soft as a new puppy with the Master.

Only Manfred himself and the highest of personages of his security staff knew of her background. She had grown up in poverty (a key factor in his select-ion of many of his staff and all of his lovers,) had been a gorgeous prostitute to establish her place in the outside world, joined the Marines for the Korean War, been a spy after the cease-fire, and had been a madam of extremely high priced call girls until her retirement. Since her life had left little in the way of a retirement nest egg, she had gladly signed on for her current job with Manfred, a former highly respected and desired customer of her professional lover employees.

In her current position, she was in charge and expected to do nothing but monitor the activities of others and reported only to The Master. She was ac-corded a modest little apartment near the kitchens, rarely ever left the building (one of the very few that he trusted to do so,) and was suspected by the staff of having the in- house chef as her dedicated lover. He was fifteen years her junior, but evidently still recognized her previous beauty and her current intimate talents. When something was turned over to her, The Master just put it out of his mind knowing that it would be excellently taken care of. She was one of the few humans that he would trust his life to.

It was still early in the morning shift, so Manfred proceeded on to the meeting with his Security Chief, a former C.I.A. agent, whom Manfred had very long connections with. They had actually known each other in their youths, but had not been close friends. In college they had run cross-country together and upon graduation had each moved on to their careers. Manfred had become a C.P.A. who was one of the first big time money managers. Since he had a de-served reputation for absolutely honest dealings and also considerable sustained success for his clients using tried and true investment strategies, he became filthy rich.

With his filthy riches he lived a modest and U.T.R. personal existence as he invested in the early stages of some of the most famous enterprises that grew in the late twentieth century. He was one of the most prosperous billionaires in the world and few knew of him, Gates being one who did. And those who did know of him were absolutely silent about him, as they each drew considerable advantage from their silence.

Mr. Bowles, his security chief, retired from his highly important career serving the U.S. government, mostly poor as a church mouse, with a reasonable retirement. But, when Manfred his old friend from his youth came calling and offered him this latest position, he also grabbed it immediately. He again was a supervisor and direct link to Manfred, but other than that it was an easy ride for him, and a pleasant one too, since he was granted occasional entry into the Harem.

Some features of all of his chief employees are: that none of them had ever been married or had acknowledged children, they were all straight in their sexual interests, had been known to him for many years (preferably before the knowledge of his riches became known,) and had been closely vetted by all of the security forces that he had access to. One of the keys to have personal presence with Manfred was either that he had known them for a long time personally, preferably before he obtained his riches, or they had been a previous employee of THE BUILDING for at least ten years and again before he became rich. The thinking behind this should be very obvious.

So, for the morning briefing, Mr. Bowles offered: “Everything is nominal for the present (his usual assertion) and the minor issues that have come up have been taken care of. We have had to use our legal team to deflect the attempts of entry to THE BUILDING by media types. The local main news T.V. outlet was pondering producing a half hour special intruding on your privacy. Through your in-vestment team, we have made a significant investment in the ownership of that outlet, and through the board squelched that attempt.”

“Also, several attempts have been made to intrude on the privacy of key employees of this enterprise by underworld types. Our government security partners have turned the heat of them and they have moved on to other targets.”

“The yearly vetting process is complete, and no untoward information has come up concerning any of the employees currently engaged. There seems to be an undercurrent of distress by the help because of fear of what happened to a certain former employee who began to blab about secret things concerning you while drunk at his neighborhood bar. One of our agents squelched that very quickly and he has been shipped off to a hermetically sealed work station some-where else in the world. Though he hasn’t been harmed, except for the loss of all of his former life, the unexplained disappearance has had a sobering effect on the others who knew or even heard of him and his current absence.”

With this notification, Manfred gives the briefest and shallowest of nods.

“Your continued appointment to the board of THE PROJECT has been con-firmed and your rejection of the chairmanship has been forwarded to them. Perhaps Gates will fill that vacancy for a time. “

“That is all for now.”

“Thank you Mr. Bowles, and a good day to you.”

With that Bowles withdrew from Manfred’s luxurious and comfy office suite. Manfred closed up the office and moved to join his lovelies in the Harem for his morning attentions.

The Harem utilized a whole floor of the building, which was about an acre in area. In it lived his permanent staff of sex professionals dedicated to taking care of him in any fashion that he desired. They had been very thoroughly vetted by security, were from destitute backgrounds and totally trained in any sexual activity that The Master would desire. They varied in age from officially (?) eighteen to forty five. They had varied racial backgrounds, including: Asian, East Indi-an, Native American, African American, Hispanic and a couple of ‘poor white trash’ Caucasians.

They never left the floor assigned to them, nor would want to, to return to the sorry lives that they had suffered with before coming here. And as for The Master’s tastes, since he never injured any of them, they accepted any and all requests from him. They were credited with Social Security earnings for the re-cord as long as they continued in his employ and were also given an I.R.A. account for when they were designated for retirement by Manfred or if they had at least fifteen years of faithful service to him, and then desired to leave the premises. To date, none had chosen that option.

As Manfred entered the The Harem, a group of the girls looked up and rushed over to welcome him to their home. A couple of them were playing with each other and Manfred with a couple of the beauties in arm, moved over to watch the goings on. A gorgeous and solid built A.F. girl was licking the pussy of one of the tiny Asian girls. The Thai was almost in agony over the attentions accorded to her and looked up to The Master for relief. Manfred just whispered in the ear of the A.F. and soon after the girl got her climaxing relief and the A.F. got her liquid brunch. Both smiled up to the Master as he turned to leave their presence.

He denied the company of any the girls that encountered him on his way to his private suite in The Harem. It was a spacious bedroom with all the features a man could ask for, like a lot of mirrors, a huge screen T.V. with access to any kind of porn he desired, and lots of toys. He especially enjoyed various forms of anal and all of the extrapolations of this activity that he was knowlegible about.

So, upon entering, he moved to the wet bar and accessed one of his Viagra’s and downed it with a wash of fresh boiled and filtered ice cold water. He then moved to the bed and reached into the night stand top drawer to access the small lap top there. Its sole purpose was to allow him to select the girls that he wanted to play with and the activities that they should prepare themselves for.

So, while he was waiting for the full effect of the pill, it takes at least thirty minutes, and before his quick refreshing shower, he accessed the menu on the lap top and entered his selections: the youngest Georgia ‘cracker’ girl, granddaughter incest role play, extreme GFE, multi-positional anal and the ‘chaos factor’ which indicated anything that he might dream up during the session.

This girl was white, about nineteen, very slim in a gymnast manner and proud as a peacock, which is interesting because of her background and the conditions she came from to be here. She would be very irritated at his requests, because all evidence to the contrary, she thought that she was above all of this. Not to the degree that she would leave this cushy existence for the horrors that she had suffered previously, you know. And her parents, who were very poor subsistence farmers, would never let her live it down if she did, because since she was one of the few of his girls to actually have outside connections, they were being modestly bought off as some kind of representatives of one of his dummy corporations. They had never had it so good and realized that if she left his employment, she and they would never have it as good again.

There were no ‘aren’t you going to settle down with a nice man and make us grandchildren;’ drivel in any of the letters from them to her. They all encouraged her to stay the course for their and professedly her benefit. Despite their supposed deep religious convictions, they didn’t care that she was being fucked in the mouth, up the pussy and even in the ass (with or without lube.) Just keep the checks coming, they insisted.

He actually enjoyed this type of session with her, because it always produced a very sullen, but acquiescing manner about her. That helped to fuel his desire for her and the ability to pound into her ass with pleasure. Not hers, at least not by her apparent attitude. (Actually, she did find some enjoyment in it, but didn’t want to favor The Master with that admission.) But, for his intimate pleasure, after all he was the one paying the bills for her and her family.

He took his quick shower and changed into a very resplendent robe with nothing underneath. As he was drying off, he noticed the slight scar on his penis, which was never commented on by his girls. A very new procedure had been done to him which augmented his sexual prowess, but not so much that his natural abilities with Viagra were not called for. This produced a youthful manner in his member and a natural type of experience for his sex objects.

Manfred entered back into the bedroom and reclined on the bed to await the entry of his designated lover for this session. The girls knew better than to delay for very long. They were expected to be ready for his interest at any time of day or night. A couple of them had actually adjusted their sleep cycles, so that they were available to him on a minute’s notice even in the dead of night.

Soon, there was a light knock on the door and ‘Daisy’ entered the room with her sullen and sensuous attitudes firmly in place.

As she squinted her eyes and took an insolent pose, she brazenly asked: “Are you sure that you want what was indicated on the menu?”

“Daisy, you know better than to take that tone with me (actually the tone was exactly what he wanted) or to ask me any questions about our session once you have entered my bedroom! Perhaps, I should reduce your parent’s subsidy for your insolence!” This was said as part of the Role Play.

Besides there was no way that Daisy would allow that. Master could do anything he wanted to her, since if the allowance to her parents was reduced, it would be her six year old niece that would suffer, not her parents. So, she reduced the wattage on her disrespectful attitude and moved over to take care of her Master’s interests.

With that she crawled on her knees on the transit to his bed and climbed up upon the bed with a wild look in her eyes. (Probably medicinally sponsored, he made no issue of this kind of thing as long as it didn’t interfere with his fun or the quiet atmosphere of the Harem.) She then rose up to allow her tiny breasts to be seen by him and shone to his eyes, “Daddy, what do you want me to do for you?”

“Oh Pumpkin, the usual loving attentions that I get from your loving self.” (She about chocked on that.)

So, she moved up to caress his hair, cheeks, lightly over his eyes and then took his mouth under assault with her still teenaged swollen lips and long probing tongue. His hands responded to this intimate assault with assaults of his own to her smallish titties and as things advanced to her belly and pussy. When his fingers moved into her vagina, she began to pump herself on them and to continue to kiss him on the lips with her writhing body bouncing against his with all of her glory.

His eyes filled with the partially hidden treasures that she allowed his attentions to enjoy. Even augmenting them with movement that revealed secret hidden places for him to worship.

He moved on to the progressive removal of her garments, as each area of interest stimulated his attentions. He lingered over her tiny titties, since they still had milk in them due to the influence of his attentions and the help of the nurse practitioner who was stationed in his building. The milk was very tasteful and plentiful enough to assuage his thirst for such. Even the other girls availed them-selves of it once in a while due to his insistence.

After he drank his fill, which further stimulated her, too, he moved on to shower her delightful white belly with kisses as he traversed it to his target, her trashy girl pussy. With his entry into that domain, some of her resentful reticence returned, but he enjoyed and then ignored it as he plowed on to her inner lips, vaginal opening and clit in turn. With his attentions to these areas, her resistance simply disappeared and her body turned traitor her as its reproduction mandate overpowered her personal and religious resentment of this activity.

Under his oral attentions, her outer and inner lips swelled up and turned reddish, her vagina began to leak copious quantities of female cum and her clit became hurtfully engorged and sensitive to any touch. To make his conquering of her body and spirit complete, he used his tongue to probe her vagina and then lick and probe up into her anal cavity. This she truly hated, but knew better than to complain of. Just part of her job and one of the few truly uncomfortable things that she had to endure. She actually was totally aware that The Master totally enjoyed the insinuation that he was breaking her ethical will and despoiling her precious body. And in the final sense, this was as stimulating to her as anything else they shared.

Now he cued her to move over on to her stomach and pull a couple of pillows under her for his anal assault on her behind. She officially hated this and acted as so, but in her private mind she had to admit that she was not only coming to some kind of accommodation with this activity, but was also getting some pleasure off of it, with it getting better each time.

He lightly slapped her butt cheeks, which caused a slight jerk of her body each time and an exaggerated whimper from her. He took the very thick anal lubricant and spread it around the anal entry and into the interior with his fingers. He then spread some on the head and first couple of inches of his cock.

While fingering around the anal entry, he plunged his cock into her pussy to further harden his member and to help relax her anus. After a few minutes of that delightful exercise, he brought the head of his cock up and penetrated her butt hole slowly and progressively until fully entered. With that he rested inside of her for several minutes while he enjoyed the pressure on his cock and her innards adjusted to his presence in an area that was used to pushing materials out, instead of welcoming a cock in.

When he felt her innards relax he began to pound her. He didn’t want to really hurt her, but her insolence and trashy manner (augmented in this case as called for) fueled his desire to truly fuck her silly up the ass. So, he proceeded to do so, with her whimpers, moans and light screams to accompany him. He just felt so very justified in fucking this rude and superior-aired ‘white trash.’’

After a bit, he decided to avail himself of her hinny in some other positions. So, he cued her to take the missionary repose and lifted her legs and buttocks, put a pillow under them and then entered her in that position. It has a somewhat different feel to it, sort of like a cross between vaginal and anal intercourse and is of course very fine feeling. Also with this, he could view her facial expressions and enjoy the evidence in such of her feelings of disgust and betrayal with his anal fucking her.

He then guided her to lay on her side and lift her upper leg, just like in the porno videos and allow his dock up her ass in this position. It is very tiring, so he didn’t last long in this.

Finally, he had her lay on her shoulders by his sitting chair and raised her back and legs far into the air to allow him to fuck her straight down into her colon while her face scrunched in discomfort as she stared at him above her. With the pleasure of that pose and attitude, he came and filled her with his cum gift.

He didn’t let her up immediately, but tapped the cue button for the black girl who had been using the Asian girl when he entered the Harem an hour ago and indicated to her what he wanted her to do. He laid back on the bed with his feet hanging over the side and ordered the ‘white trash’ girl to lick him totally off and then to continue on sucking him off again. While this was to proceed, he ordered the black girl to completely clean off Daisy’s ass and vagina and then to use her tongue to stimulate Daisy to another climax.

Things proceeded as instructed, and to each of their finishing satisfactions.

After lunch, Manfred had some more security issues to deal with. His 60 story building in down town Seattle, it was relatively unnoticed, though in plain sight for all to see. It was called THE BUILDING by the locals who had no idea of what it was about. Hence the efforts by local media to inquire about this, that was constantly undermined by Manfred’s security teams. And his money.

The building was handsome, but unremarkable from an outside view. It was 60 stories high and had a landing platform on the top that slanted to be un-land able upon when not authorized for use. The first two stories were for the entry way and first step security forces, who were ever vigilant and well-armed. The front doors were locked and only could be opened from inside to authorized persons. The whole first floor was constructed like a fortress. It would take more than a fire truck to penetrate through its defenses. Not that anybody hadn’t tried. Almost every week someone tried, but most of them only once.

On the floor directly above this was a secret FBI installation, free of charge by Manfred to help insure government help on the security of this building. On the floor above that, the fourth floor, was a small N.S.A. satellite office and in the other half of the floor, completely cut off from each other was the main offices of the private security firm that controlled the building for the owner. They all work-ed surprising well together with the free rents and all. The private firm also had a monitoring site on the top floor just below the landing pad to keep an eye on things up there. The security firm didn’t totally depend on cameras, but backed it up with personal visual observations to counter any cyber-attack, physical attack or internal generated resistance.

The next thirty floors were empty and secured by an employee whose only job was to circulate around these floors and regularly transmit a clear signal upon them being unmolested by outsiders, or an emergency signal upon any sign or unauthorized entry. So far, no one had caused an emergency signal to be passed on.

Manfred occupied floors thirty six to forty for his own use. There being no floor thirteen perpetuating a very silly taboo. Forty one was THE HAREM, used for obvious purposes. From forty two up to 59, there was a big mystery as to what was being done there. No one, not even the security services knew, and everyone in the building knew better than to ask. One clue was that some vehicles of very recognizable local and non-local celebrities could be found in its parking lot from time to time.

There are no accurate plans or diagrams of the building in existence any-more. The original building has been remodeled and reconfigured by at least ten companies that have had no know connection with each other. This was to help insure control over the security and access to the building, not to sponsor the mystery surrounding it.

There were a number of elevators in the building with none with an outside entrance. A series of them were in the lobby for the each for one of the building’s clienteles and others in the basements. Interestingly there was no elevator to The Harem, entrance and egress from that floor had to be made through Manfred’s area.

All of the usual and some unusual provisions for transport were available from within the building. Of course there was the landing pad on the top of the building, a secure lobby to await taxis or limousines. A secret tunnel that emptied through an unused maintenance room into the local subway station. And coolest of all, a very obscure entry and egress provision to utilize the new underground tunnel being dug under the city. The FBI and the NSA both threw in finances for that effort since it was to their advantage, too. In fact most of the cars parked in the neighboring parking lot were decoys, that the security forces moved around to indicate usage. The real parking was in under the street floors of the building. And that is where the secret tunnels originated, too. Actually this building was as secure as any facility in the country, and that fact was unknown to the people in general.

Since Manfred chose people who had no outside connections regularly, it made it hard for his enemies to penetrate his security through them. And even though they did know about Daisy’s parents and niece, they knew it was no good to try to use them either, because Daisy was so self-absorbed that she would miss her niece if anything happened to her, but if anything happened to her parents, she would wish their wicked hides bon voyage on the way to their believed in Hell.

After touching bases with the other inhabitants of THE BUILDING, Manfred paged his dinner order to the kitchen and settled on little Posey to join him for dinner. She was nineteen years old but built and looked like a twelve year old. He enjoyed her company despite her limited intelligence, or maybe because of it, since she was so appreciative of being here after very trying times in the state’s foster care system. Though for dinner there would usually be only laughter, kissing, groping and/or caressing; little Posey was as dirty a slut as any in the building and would literally do anything to please him in appreciation of where she is now.

This time they settled on just smiles and a few pats. The dinner was the usually great, and the conversation very basic with this dear young lady. When dinner was over, he dismissed her and he could tell that she was somewhat dis-appointed that nothing intimately more had occurred. Perhaps, THE MASTER, was unhappy with her. Before she disappeared from sight, he latched on to her, kissed her deeply and reached into her panties to caress the wonderful treasures there. With that she knew that nothing was wrong and happily skipped along as she left down the hallway.

He moved then to his lounge and paged a couple of the girls at random to join him cuddling on the very fancy couch while they watched the local and national news. It would plod along for three and a half hours if you let it, but he timed his watching to the half an hour of international and national news and then the repeats of local coverage that came afterward. A total of an hour, at the most. During this time together, he let his lips and fingers do the walking among the many enjoyable locations of the two ladies at his sides. And they knew that they were not here for their enjoyment for the present and so kept busy entertaining him with their hands, lips and privates while he kept most of his attentions on the news.

While watching he would muse over the fact that in an half hour of cover-age, there was at least ten minutes of weather coverage and usually less that ninety seconds of sport coverage. Manfred is not a skier and almost never leaves the building, so is very uninterested in the weather. But, he loves sports, so after his consideration of the local news, he turns to ESPN’s sports coverage and tries to contain his gag reflex at the often inappropriate musings of over the hill athletes and coaches and the particularly sickening reasoning’s of people who considered themselves unassailable experts, but who had never played the games they analyzed and commented on. Somehow despite all of their efforts to do so, they actually did provide tidbits that he was actually interested in.

With the early end of anything that he might be interested in on T.V. he excused the two affectionate ladies and moved towards his regular bedroom. He has a book, THE OBSIDIAN CHAMBER BY Preston and Child that he is keen to get to reading. One of his pleasures in life is to comfy up with a pretty lady in bed while each read their own respective volumes. For this tonight, he invited Ms. Black a white lady of substance and intelligence. She had come to him after an unfortunate turn of events, whereby she had become the ‘scapegoat’ for others in a very public scandal that had temporarily ruined her reputation. Legal wheels were turning on this, and it was expected that she would eventually be exonerated. As to whether this would return her to her former station in life was another matter. When you sting the powers-at-large there is often an exorbitant and undeserved penalty to be paid.

Anyway, in the short run, she is his guest and a delightful one at that. It takes her out of the limelight and any personal peril she might be in by being under his wing. So, he pages her and she knows what is in store at this time in the evening. He also pages Posey for later on, and she will prepare appropriately.

So, for the next couple of hours, he and Ms. Black will cuddle, in a newly discovered mutual pose, read their respective books and use their free hands to roam about the other’s body. He rarely fucks her, but totally enjoys these early evening forays. As he is reading his volume, his free hand starts to caress her breasts that are open to his hands and eyes in a bright blue low-cut negligee. His body is open to her hands, because tonight he is sleeping nude. This also allows his member to engage her soft and comfy rear quarters. As they pursue their individual stories, they also are free to sample refreshments that are available on the night table. He favors his favorite root beers, while she prefers a white wine that is cooled, but not iced.

As he reads his latest Preston and Child volume, he can’t but wonder at Pendergast’s intelligence in facing his challenges and his unnerving failure to engage Constance in any meaningful intimate way, something that she strongly desires. It is a wonder as to how a person can be a raging genius in one field and a stumbling tyro in another. I guess we get repeated evidence of this universal truth in the self-gratifying political statements of beloved sports stars that show the shallowness of the understanding of the world at large.

As their hands stay busy in their stimulating manner, it becomes evident that they will be engaging at a more intimate level this evening. He cues her to roll over, loses his place in his book and enters her sopping cunt to deliver them both to a temporary trip to paradise. The trip is very quickly done and arrival is accomplished with thorough aplomb. They then fall apart, gently kiss each other and part for the evening. At this he cues Posey to show up in about an hour, time for his pill to work and his heart to calm down.

After taking a quick and refreshing shower, he dries off and sets his timer for 30 minutes for an invigorating nap. When he wakes up he has only ten minutes to spiff things up for Posey’s arrival.

When she came to his room and lightly knocked on the door, he advised her to enter.

She caught him in complete surprise, and in a mid-teen girl voice intoned: “Daddy, the winds on my window are scaring me, may I sleep with you tonight since mommy is out of town on business?”

Manfred (Daddy) caught up to what the Role Play was about and returned her question with, “Sure my darling, come over her under the covers and settle in for the night.”

“But, Daddy, you are naked under the covers!”

“It’s okay my girl, I sleep this way all of the time.”

“You mean that you sleep nude when mommy is here with you?”

“Yes, Honey. She insists on it.”

“Why is that, Daddy?” She asks this as she snuggles with her stuffed bear in her arms and an openly quizzical expression on her face.

“Because mommy likes the feel of my body cuddling up to hers in the privacy of our bed and room.”

“What does mommy wear when she is with you in bed? Is she nude, too?”

“No, not usually at first. She usually wears a cute little night gown, but it often ends up on the floor during our cuddling.”

“Oh, okay. Is my night outfit alright for me to be with you?”

“Certainly my darling. Just settle in under the sheets with me.” And so with a very bright smile, she does so and hugs up to her beloved Daddy and lightly kisses him on the cheek. She then lays back in the bed and waits for the lights to go down. Daddy never ever turns them completely off, for some reason that she doesn’t understand. (For him the vision of the female that he is making out with is as important as anything that he feels in the doing of.)

She very quickly turns away from her Daddy and moves back to cuddle with him. He pretends that the bed is crowded with them both in it and moves himself up to engage her back and pull her back into his embrace. After a few minutes of that and after his dick has recognized the presence of a female and started to respond to that situation, she says, “Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom. May I use yours?”

“Of course, my little one. Just leave the light on and the door shut when you return to me here.”

“Okay Daddy.”

When she returns, he can see that she has forgotten to rebutton the rear trap door for her bathroom use and her behind is open to his pervy view. She is seemingly oblivious to this condition and so resumes her place in her Daddy’s embrace with her back to his front. As he cuddles up to her, his hands wander around her breast area, that is missing any significant mounds and his cock is rubbing up her rear assembly. After a couple of minutes of this she says, “Daddy that tickles my bottom.” And then, “but it feels real good.”

“Well, honey, would you like me to show you some other good feeling things?”

“I don’t know Daddy. Is this alright for us to be doing?”

“Actually no, my little dear it isn’t. In fact if you were to tell anyone, I could be dragged from the family and separated for many years from you and mom.”

“I would never want that, Daddy. I like what you are doing with me and don’t want you to quit, so I promise that I will never tell anyone about it. Does that mean that you will continue to teach me about this?”

“Yes, my dear, if you really mean it!”

“How can I prove that I mean it?”

“I can teach how to do something that will really please your Daddy, and will become fun for you too as you learn to improve doing it. Would you like me to show you? You can’t be shy about this, if you want learn it and please me.”

“It’s okay, Daddy. I really want to please you and learn about this. I will be brave about it.”

“Yes, you certainly are my brave little girl. You showed that when you were learning to ride a bicycle and fell scrapping your knees. Then you just got right back on it and quickly mastered that talent.”

“Will I hurt myself and learn that quickly to do what you are going to teach me?”

“It depends on your effort, my little love. It all depends on you.”

“I would like to start now, then Daddy, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, Darling.” With that he rolled her over to face him and he laid back on his back with the covers pulled down to reveal his member. Her eyes got very large at the appearance of his dick. But, he took her hand gently and pulled it over to engage his member and whispered to her, “Rub it up and down very slowly and gently.” Since it was already wet with pre-cum, her effort brought im-mediate results.

“Wow, Daddy. Look how big it is getting.”

“That is because it loves you, my little lady.”

“Oh, goody. What do I do now?”

“Remember that you said that you would be brave, so if you want to prove to me how brave you are, move your mouth over to the tip and put that in your mouth. As soon as you do that, I will explain more.”

She looked at her Daddy with an incredulous attitude, but began to comply with his wish. She leaned over his thighs and proceeded to mount her small mouth over his cock. She penetrated her mouth very shallowly at first, but quick-ly moved on to engage it as far into her mouth as she could. “That tastes good, Daddy,” she murmured with her mouth full of Daddy.

After several minutes of this stimulation to him and to her, she inquired as she backed off, “What now Daddy?”

“I would like to place it at a place that will make both of us feel real good, if you will let me.”

“Okay Daddy, what do you want me to do?”

Just turn over, leave your back door open and then follow my lead, Pumpkin.”

“Okay Daddy.”

When she was in the proper orientation to him, he pushed his member to penetrate between her legs and rub up against her wetted cunt lips. She shivered at this first and then began to ride his cock and buck back and forth to further the mutual feelings that they were generating. With this action, she accidently forced him up into her body into her young vagina. Surprisingly he fit in her just fine, despite his engorged state and enlarged size.

She pretended to feel a sharp pain upon his entry and moaned a little at his supposed stretching of her vaginal walls. But, soon the cum produced by them both and the sexy feelings generated by their mutual pounding of each other moved them very rapidly to a mutual climax, with both of them exploding in a flood of liquid evidence of their love.

After several minutes, while she was still coming down from her sexual high, she shyly murmured to her beloved Daddy, “Oh Daddy, that felt so good! When can we do it again?” Like a kid with a new favorite toy.

“Honey, Daddy has to rest up and calm down to do it again. But, I am willing when I have. Let’s cuddle now and we can sleep for a while and see how it goes. I will be available for this and other fun things with you, but you will have to be silent about it to anyone, even your best friends, and we will have to be careful about when we do it.”

“Okay, Daddy. I will be careful.” As she yawned, she said,” I’m tired now, Daddy. Can we go to sleep together?”

“Surely.” And they did for the rest of the night with her plastered up with her back to his body and his cock mounted between her legs.

And thus ended the full day of activity of The Recluse.

James Dylan DeanReport

2018-02-12 16:39:38
I write a very wide variety of stories. If you look under my handle on this site, there are listed more than fifty at this time. I hardly ever repeat myself.


2018-02-11 05:47:39
‘The Hitch Hiker’ was interesting as I have never read a story with such a character before, but I particularly enjoyed ‘The Store Manager’. Have you written anything else with a similar story line? Robbie.

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