Naughty Negotiations

It had been four months since our hot adventure - when my twin sister Toni and I had enjoyed our first sexual experience together - and things were pretty much back to normal. We rarely talked of that early summer day, busy as we were with the school year starting up again. For those who might not remember the more mundane details of that last story I shared, Toni teaches music and I teach art at the local high school.

It was October now, and there had been a cloud over the school ever since the principal's announcement at the last faculty meeting that the school board had asked him to propose budget cuts for the upcoming year. Everyone was worried that their job might be cut, and it was really hurting morale. But our principal - Mr. Davidson - was a good, hard-working man, and rather than just turn in his own proposal for cuts behind our backs, he had formed a committee to come up with several ideas for discussion. Since I had a lot of respect for him, and of course an interest in the success of our school and students, I volunteered to join the committee.

From the very first meeting, it became abundantly clear that the arts would be the first place most people would suggest cuts. Everyone agreed that the basics - math, history, etc. - had to be maintained. And there was always huge support for sports. But my position, that music and art education was vital for our students, seemed to fall on deaf ears. Those colleagues who did listen to me just thought I was trying to keep my own job. After most of these meetings, I ended up at my sister Toni's apartment, where she let me vent, assured me that she supported me, and kept my wine glass full as we talked late into the night.

One such evening, when I'm sure we had both had a little too much to drink, Toni suddenly said, "I wonder if Mr. Davidson would be interested in hearing about what we did this summer?"

"Huh?" was the only response I could muster, not sure where she was going with this.

"Well, I'm just thinking, if you can't win over the committee, maybe we should both go directly to the top, and use everything at our disposal to argue our case with him."

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, that we seduce our boss?"

"What if I am?"

"I don't think I could go through with that - it could cost us both our jobs!!"

"Hmm. Well, what if we make a first move, one which isn't too bold, and see if he wants to take it from there?"

We spent the rest of the evening developing our plan - again, one that could only have arisen after a few too many glasses of wine. We stripped down to our underwear and took turns snapping pictures of each other in sexy poses, breaking down in hysterical laughter every few minutes - see, even though we had the looks to pull it off, neither of us had ever imagined modeling. Eventually, we figured out how to use the remote feature on Toni's digital camera, and set it up to take pictures of both of us. The plan was a pretty basic one - I would make an appointment with Mr. Davidson to discuss a few questions about the budget process. I would pretend to accidentally drop my folder full of budget files, and out would spill a couple of suggestive photos of Toni and I. If he wasn't interested, I could just laugh it off. But if he was...

With only a minor hangover the next morning, I called the secretary and made an appointment for just after the last period of the day. At lunch, I printed out a few of the sexy photos Toni and I had taken the night before and slipped them into my budget folder. Then, just before going back into my classroom, I left Toni a message on her cell, asking her to head straight home after school, just in case he was interested in getting down to business.

The next few hours dragged on, anxious as I was to get on with the plan. Even though the original motivation had been convincing him to go along with our priorities for the budget, I found myself daydreaming about the man himself, realizing that I had always found him attractive, but had tried to ignore those feelings because he was my boss. Mr. Davidson - Jeremy - was significantly older than Toni and I, I guessed about 45. But he was a former athlete and coach who kept himself in great shape, and brought more youthful energy to work each day than most of the young teachers.

When the last bell rang, I found myself almost running to his office, and he greeted me with a warm smile when I arrived. "So, Michelle, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I just have a few concerns about the budget process I was hoping you'd be willing to discuss."

As I began fumbling with my files, trying to make the pictures spill out as innocently as possible, he said, "I know you've been working hard to convince the rest of the committee of the importance of arts education. Believe me, I'm on your side, I just don't know if... wha... what's that?"

"Oops, I'm sorry, Mr. Davidson, I don't know how that could have possibly gotten in there!" Wonderful poker face that he had, I couldn't tell what his reaction was until he opened his mouth.

"Wow, Michelle. I must admit, I had no idea how hot you two were - you always dress so professionally for school."

"Well, um... thank you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn't have said that. But, jeez, I'm sorry, I can't help it - those are really hot pictures. Did you two take those yourselves?"

"That's OK, I don't mind. Actually, yes, we did take them, just last night. I was over at her place, we were discussing the budget, and I guess this was just our way of letting out our frustrations."

"I'm sorry to hear that you've been frustrated. If I can be so bold, perhaps you'd let me join your discussion - give you both a chance to give me some input before I read the committee's report?"

"Sounds good to me, I know we'd both appreciate that opportunity. I was actually going to head over to Toni's right now, you're welcome to join me if you like?"

He didn't need more convincing than that. About 20 minutes later, I knocked on the door to Toni's apartment, and she opened it wearing nothing but her bra and panties. While I had been busy arranging this little rendezvous, she had obviously been busy as well, lighting candles throughout her apartment, putting on some music, and, of course, stripping down to her lingerie to greet us.

Wordlessly, she took her boss' hand and led him to the sofa, where she motioned for him to sit, and then promptly got down on her knees between his legs. As I watched and quietly undressed, she tugged at his belt until it came loose. Quickly getting the idea, he unzipped his slacks and pulled them and his boxers down far enough to give her the access she desired. Using only her mouth, she sucked in all of his still small, flaccid cock. Her head barely moved, her tongue doing all the work until he began to grow and stiffen inside of her. When he was hard enough to fuck her mouth properly, she began bobbing up and down on him, also now taking his balls in one hand and slowly rolling them back and forth.

I found myself admiring her technique almost as much as he obviously was, and wondering where and when my sister had learned to suck cock like this. Oh well, twins don't need to know everything about one another! Now also stripped down to just my bra and panties, I sat down on the sofa next to Jeremy. He had let his head fall back against the cushions and had closed his eyes, but he quickly opened them again when I took his hand and placed it against my panty-covered pussy.

After exploring outside the fabric for a moment, he slipped one finger underneath, and quickly found my clit, which he began rubbing gently as he leaned in and kissed me on the neck. I moaned and arched my back at his touch, and Toni pulled away from his cock for a moment to watch us. She continued to stroke him, but slowed down her pace significantly, obviously hoping to sustain him for much more fun and festivities.

Before long, Toni grew jealous of the pleasure I was enjoying, and climbed up off her knees, joining us on the sofa. As I had a few minutes earlier, Toni took his hand and guided it to her pussy. Now, with one twin on each side of him, together massaging his cock and balls, Jeremy fingered both of us, one with each hand. We took turns urging him on, "Yes, Jeremy, that's it, I want to see you finger-fuck her. Stroke her clit just like you're stroking mine."

We were all moaning in pleasure, and I could easily have cum right then and there, but Jeremy obviously had other plans. He pulled away from us, stood up, and found his way to the bedroom, pulling off the remainder of his clothes as he went. Toni and I eagerly followed, also stripping down to nothing by the time we arrived at her bed.

He positioned himself on his back in the middle of the bed, his head on the pillow and his big, hard cock jutting straight up from his body. "You have no idea how often I've fantasized about being with twins, and now that you've invited me here, I want you both to climb on top of me. Toni, I want you to ride me while I eat out Michelle."

I was the first to respond, eager to have this man lick my clit and fuck my dripping pussy with his tongue. Toni watched as I positioned myself over his face and he grabbed me by the hips, pulling me firmly down onto his tongue. I groaned as he entered me, and gave Toni a look of pure lust as she knelt over his cock and slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Aaaaaahh," Toni cried out as his cock filled her tight pussy. She slowly began moving up and down on him, reaching out and pinching my nipples as she rode him. I returned the favor, grabbing her breasts and kneading them, practically holding on for balance as I became dizzy from the sensations as Jeremy licked my clit. Before I expected to, I came quickly and violently, shuddering with a powerful orgasm and covering Jeremy's face with my juices as he continued to fuck my sister.

When I had control of my senses again, I climbed off and knelt beside them on the bed, watching as Jeremy put his hands on Toni's hips and encouraged her motions on top of him. Before long, I was ready for more action, their hot sex turning me on again, and I pulled myself up to my knees and began stroking my clit. Toni pulled herself off of Jeremy's giant cock and knelt on the other side of him, and began mirroring my motions.

As I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, so did Toni. Jeremy, obviously turned on by the sight of hot twins masturbating above him, again began fingering one of us with each hand, as he had done earlier on the sofa. "God, you two are so hot," he said as he slipped a finger deep into each of us. "Michelle, I want to fuck you now, I want my cock inside your tight little pussy."

Wordlessly, as if we were all experienced veterans of the menage-a-trois, we moved ourselves into a spectacular position that would bring us each to orgasm. Jeremy rolled from his back to his side, and pulled me down next to him, spooning me. He grabbed one of my legs by the ankle and lifted it up as he entered me forcefully from behind, leaving me gasping for breath but delighted with the incredible feeling of fullness. As he began to fuck me, Toni pulled in close, facing me. Jeremy let go of my ankle and now took hold of hers, pulling her leg high so that it could cross over mine, bringing her clit into contact with mine. His hand free once he had pulled us into this position, he reached over me and inserted two fingers into her pussy.

With each stroke of his cock deep into my pussy, he also thrust his fingers into Toni's, and we simultaneously ground together, stimulating each other with each stroke. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, delightfully stuck in the middle of this sex sandwich as I was. But it turned out that Jeremy was the first to cum, quickening both the tempo and force of his strokes and then shooting his load deep inside of me. As he did so, I began rubbing my clit against Toni's even more intensely, and we both lost it together, Jeremy watching and listening as we cried out in ecstasy.

The three of us remained on the bed for a while, catching our breath and savoring the moment, before Jeremy finally pulled himself up and moved through the apartment, finding his clothes one piece at a time. "Michelle, I'm glad you came to speak with me today. Believe me, you've convinced me of your position. I'll let you and Toni know if I have any other questions about your art and music budgets."

He gave us each a peck on the cheek and then was out the door. Still naked on the bed, covered with sweat and cum, Toni and I sat up and gave each other a high five. We make quite a team.

Used Cars

Each day the bus passed by that used car dealership, and each day I ogled the red 1994 RX7 in the lot. I had owned my own car as a teenager, a gift from my grandparents when I turned 16, but I sold it when I went away to college, and now, in my twenties, all of my money went towards paying off student loans and rent on my great apartment. I was happy with the choices I had made, but I had to admit I was tired of taking the bus everywhere, and longed to see myself in that cute red sportscar, windows rolled down, letting the wind blow through my long blonde hair as I hit the gas on the open highway. Today's the day, I told myself, that I would get off the bus a few stops early and visit the dealership.

It was your typical used car dealership - a wide range of cars on the lot, from junkers to expensive imports. Prices painted on the windshields, balloons tied to rear-view mirrors. And not a salesman in sight, until I actually walked inside, was assaulted with the smell of old coffee and cigarettes, and found a middle-aged guy sitting with his feet up on his desk, watching a TV that was older than most of the cars on his lot.

My heart sank as I quickly realized that this guy saw me as an easy target for a quick buck at a high interest rate. I could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes as he looked me up and down, obviously savoring the sight of an attractive young woman in his showroom. He stood up, revealing an impressive beer belly, and moved his hands through his greasy comb-over as he walked towards me, as if that's all it took to make him look sharp.

"Well, hello, young lady. What can I do for you today?" I reluctantly shook his outstretched hand, knowing it would still be wet with who knows what product he used in his aforementioned greasy hair.

"Well, I've had my eye on that RX7 you have on the lot, and I'm curious if there's any room to bargain on the price? Also, what terms you can offer for financing?"

He started to respond directly to me, but soon shifted to talking at my chest, obviously finding my 36C tits quite engaging. First, he blathered on about low mileage, how the car might as well have been owned by his grandmother, for the lack of wear and tear. I knew he was full of it then, but he dug an even deeper hole when he started talking about how the price he had on it was as low as he could possibly go (I had done my research, and knew he was a couple thousand over Blue Book). Yet even though I knew he was about as honest as my uncle Charlie, who was presently residing in the county jail, I didn't feel confident enough in my knowledge of the car business to call him on his bullshit.

After he was done lecturing about the car itself and its saintly history, he shifted over to his financing terms. By this point, I was tuning him out, hoping he would shut up soon so I could make my exit and catch the bus ride home. As he wound down, I caught his last few sentences, "so, I'd be pleased to make you a special offer with just 20% interest. But, if I may be so bold, it'll all be worth it, to see such a lovely young lady as yourself drive away in this stunning vehicle."

Dejected, I left as quickly as I could. Back in my apartment that evening, I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on some quiet music, and sat down on the couch to ponder the whole fiasco. Was it really that impossible for a young woman like myself to be taken seriously by this sleasy used car dealer? What was it about me that made him think he could take such advantage? How did he know I didn't come from a long line of mechanics or something?

I felt silly, worrying about this so much. After all, I was a successful young professional with a good life. And if I wanted to buy a car, there were many ways I could make a deal without feeling like such a chump. I could secure my own financing first and then buy from a new-car dealership. Or, I had a few male friends I'm sure would be willing to pose as a boyfriend or husband to protect me from chauvinistic dealers like the one I had encountered today.

But somehow, I really had my heart set on that particular car. I had always wanted a red RX7, and to find that year with that mileage was unusual. And part of me also wanted to somehow put this sleasy old guy in his place. But how? I couldn't use the bring-a-guy plan, since this dealer had already figured out I was single. As I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on my coffee table, the brilliant idea struck me.

I stood up, set down my glass of wine, and walked into my bedroom, where I stood in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door. Why not turn the tables, and take advantage of exactly that which seemed like a weakness as this lowlife was treating me like an object earlier that day? After studying my extremely hot body in the mirror for a few moments, I opened the closet door and studied my wardrobe, looking for an outfit that might achieve my plan.

I flung a few things onto my bed, shut the closet door again, and stripped down to my bra and panties. I again studied my body for a moment, running one hand slowly from my neck past my breasts to my hips, and then tracing my panty line. Yes, this plan would most certainly work, if only I had the courage to follow through. After playing a little dress-up, I settled on a fitted red sweater, short black suit skirt with a slit up one leg, and black heels.

Even though I wasn't sure I'd be able to follow through the next day, my plan had left me thoroughly turned on. It had always been a fantasy of mine to use my sexuality to have my way with a man - although usually the man in my fantasy wasn't a sweaty, middle-aged used car dealer. As I chuckled to myself about that, I quickly pushed his specific image out of my mind and reached for my vibrator, which I tossed onto my bed.

Still watching myself in the mirror, I undressed and carefully laid out the clothes I had chosen. Once I was naked, I again let my hands run over my body, my skin now tingling with desire. When I couldn't take it any longer, I climbed into my bed, grabbed the vibrator, and twisted it on as I pressed the moving tip to my left breast. It was just seconds before both nipples were fully erect and I could no longer resist moving my toy lower. I writhed in pleasure as I first brought it into contact with my clit, and then began stroking it against my pussy lips, wetting it in my juices in preparation for a quick fucking.

I continued stroking my clit as I slowly pressed the vibrating faux cock into my pussy. Once I had inserted all 7 inches of my beloved toy, I reached for the end and turned up the speed of the vibration. For a few moments, I left the cock fully inserted, pulsating inside of me. Before long, though, I couldn't resist any longer and began thrusting it in and out, all the while stroking my clit with my other hand. It never took me long to cum with this toy, and after just a few minutes I was crying out as my orgasm overtook me.

I must have fallen asleep soon after, as I woke up the next morning with my favorite toy still in my hand. Chuckling to myself again - next time I had a guy spend the night, I'd probably have to let go of his cock at some point! - I made my way to the shower and thought over my plan once more. Nothing to lose - might as well go for it.

A few hours later, I was walking through the doors of the dealership once again. Actually, strutting might have been a better word. I was wearing the aforementioned outfit, which highlighted each of my curves and left very little to the imagination. I had picked out red lipstick which matched my tight-fitting sweater, and had curled my hair and pinned it gently back, so that the long tresses bounced against my shoulders and breasts as I walked. And I brought with me the confidence that such an outfit should solicit, if there's any point in wearing it out of the house.

I couldn't imagine my luck as I spotted the unsuspecting car salesman. He was in the same position as I'd found him yesterday, but had dozed off, his head dropped down to his chest, balancing on his double chins. I managed to approach him on my high heels without waking him, and, positioning myself between his chair and desk and taking a deep breath, grabbed his crotch. Needless to say, this woke him with a start, and he looked up at me first with shock and then with intrigue.

"Hello there, remember me?" I asked flirtateously, beginning to massage his growing cock through his cheap polyester slacks.

"Uh, yes, of course. Um, you were here yesterday, right?"

"That's right, and I was hoping we could discuss that RX7 again."

"Well, um, I would say we can discuss anything you'd like at this particular juncture."

"Good. Here's my proposal. I will get down on my knees and suck your cock right now if you'll drop that bullshit 20% interest rate you offered me yesterday to the 8% I'd be able to get from any legit dealer in town."

"Oh, god, missy - you've got a deal."

Figuring it'd be best to get it over with, I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him and waited as he stood up, fumbled with his belt and zipper, and pushed his slacks and boxers down to his ankles. Before I could reach for his cock - which was already half-erect, I had to push up his huge belly, which he then graciously held up for me. Gee, what a gentleman. Taking his hairy balls in one hand and his shaft in the other, I set to work, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and then beginning to bob up and down.

He moaned and grunted and squirmed like a guy who hadn't had a woman's mouth around his cock in quite some time - which I'm sure was true, given his appearance, sense of fashion, and general demeanor. To keep myself on task, I replaced the image of this chubby, sweaty guy thrusting his cock into my mouth with the image of the sexy car that would soon be mine, imagining how sexy I would look in it. With that motivation, I plunged onto him until his cock was buried in my throat, and then began moving quickly back and forth on his entire length.

As I felt him approach his climax, I realized that my plan was working even better than I had hoped, and that I could likely take it one step further. Timing my motions perfectly to leave him in a delightful state of frustration, I pulled my hands and mouth away from him and abruptly stood up so that we were facing each other.

"I bet you'd like to fuck me, too, right?"

"Oh my god, yes. Will you let me?"

"Just one condition. You knock down that inflated price on the RX7 by $1,000."

"Uh, hmm, I don't know... oh, of course - what am I thinking. It's not everyday a hottie like you offers me up her pussy. You've got a deal - now, bend over."

Delighted that he went for it, and even more delighted that he wanted to take me from behind - I wouldn't have to look at the fat pig as he fucked me - I quickly turned away from him, bent over his desk, and spread my legs for him. He hiked up my already short skirt, pushed my panties to the side, and pulled me to him, stroking his cock against my pussy lips just a few times before he could no longer resist and thrust fully into me.

I knew he wouldn't last long, knew I wouldn't have to keep my elbows next to his coffee cup and ashtray much longer. Again, I replaced bad images with good ones: his comb-over and double-chins disappeared as I imagined revving the engine for the first time; his jiggling belly as he pounded me was already a distant memory compared to the pleasure of a long road trip in my beautiful red sportscar. And I counted my lucky stars that his dealership was so unpopular that nobody walked in on us doing the ugly deed.

After just a few minutes, his grunts and moans pulled me back to reality. As soon as he had finished, shooting his load all over my ass and then kindly cleaning it up with tissues, I straightened myself up and asked him for the keys.

"Gladly. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

Any guilt I may have felt, any lingering displeasure at having prostituted myself for a better deal on a used car, quickly disappeared as I sped off the lot. I spent the rest of the day driving around town, going nowhere in particular on the highway, and ending up at my favorite watering hole that evening. My friends were all shocked that I had taken the plunge and finally bought a car; they were probably also pleased that they wouldn't have to keep giving me rides! A few people asked where I bought it, or what price I had paid. I just smiled, and, sparing them the details, said I thought I got a pretty good deal.

Debt and Repayment

It all started about a month after I arrived in New York. It was an old story, I guess - the small town girl who finds her way to the big city to find fame and glory as a dancer, a musician, or, in my case, as an actress. I had the passion, drive and talent to make myself a success. Growing up, I had never wanted anything else. As a child, I had starred in every school play, participated in every church Christmas pageant, and waved from every parade float as a harvest festival princess. And I had the looks to open a few doors along the way. I'm 19, 5'7" and fit, with long legs and nice 36C tits. I also have naturally red, curly hair that I wear long, and big beautiful blue eyes. Not the look for every part, of course, but hard to ignore nonetheless.

I said my goodbyes to my family and friends, assuring them that the next time they saw me, I would be a successful Broadway actress, and made the long bus ride to New York, arriving with nothing more than a suitcase full of clothes and a bit of money I had saved up waitressing. The money went fast - I was shocked how expensive things were - and after just a few weeks, I realized I should have come with more of a plan.

At each audition, I found that I was just one of hundreds of beautiful, talented young women, many of whom also had years of acting classes, voice coaching, and previous roles to boast on their resumes. I got a few callbacks, but not one single job. Soon, I was faced with the fact that I'd either need to go home and admit defeat - never! - or find another way to pay the bills as I waited for my big break to come.

Rather than spending my last 20 bucks on something practical like food or rent, I made the regrettable decision to try my luck at a little gambling. There was a pub in my neighborhood that was well known for its poker on Saturday evenings, and I figured I didn't have much to lose - my older brother had taught me to play back home, I knew the rules of the game, and I was a good enough actress to pull off a bluff when it mattered. What I didn't know about myself until it was too late, unfortunately, was that I had a tendency to be a bit compulsive when it came to gambling.

Things started off well, as I found myself sitting next to an attractive older man who introduced himself as a producer and bought me a steady stream of drinks as we played. His name, I learned after it occurred to me to ask, was Vinnie. He looked to be about 40, and was 6' tall with an impressive, athletic build. His dark Italian looks were complemented by his gorgeous suit, and his charm, combined with the alcohol, quickly won me over.

I won a few hands, was up about 100 bucks, and then started my downfall. I lost everything in one hand, but fortunately Vinnie spotted me some cash so I could keep playing. This is where my gambling problem became apparent. Just as soon as I was up again, I would lose everything, not knowing when to stop or hold back. By the time the night was over, I owed Vinnie $400. I was too naive at the time to realize he had taken advantage of my obvious gambling problem, and was grateful to be in debt to him rather than some of the other players at the table, who were, let's just say, less friendly.

"Don't worry, Julianne, you'll pay me back in time. In fact, I'll give you a shot right now to cut your debt in half. I'll flip this quarter - heads, you owe me another $200, tails, I'll take $200 off your debt."

"OK," I said, stupidly agreeing. Of course it was heads, just my luck.

"Hmm, OK, I have another idea," he said as we walked out of the pub. "I'll take $100 off if you come back to my place and suck my cock."

I was shocked by his forward proposition, but also intrigued. He was hot, he was charming, and I probably would have gone home with him anyway, debt or no debt. I told him as much, and he just smiled, replying, "We're close to my place, follow me."

We barely managed to shut the door to his apartment once we got there, because I had my arms wrapped around him and he had his tongue shoved down my throat. This was not a sweet seduction, this was rough lust: we quickly tore each other's clothes off and tossed them aside as he pulled me towards his bedroom. Following through on my promise, I quickly went to work on his cock, which was already half-erect by the time I pulled it into my mouth. He immediately grabbed me by the hair to guide my motions as I worked his shaft in and out of my mouth.

As he grew bigger, it was soon obvious to me that Vinnie's cock was much larger than that of my high school boyfriend - my only previous blow job experience - and before long, he was pounding into my throat. The last thing I remember before I apparently passed out was the gagging feeling as Vinnie groaned and shot his load deep into my throat.

When the morning light woke me and I found myself alone on Vinnie's bed, two things quickly became apparent. First, that he had me in quite a vulnerable position: either pay off my debt to him, or go home with my tail between my legs, admitting I had failed to become a star. And second, that I had been right about Vinnie. He was charming. He was a gentleman. Well, OK, he was a guy who would take advantage of a young woman's weaknesses to get sucked off. But, that said, he hadn't taken further advantage of me that night. And he had made me a delicious breakfast.

Over that breakfast, Vinnie and I had quite an interesting conversation. You see, he had developed quite a plan, one that went well beyond just paying off my little debt to him.

"So, Julianne. I learned quite a bit about you last night. You're headstrong and determined, but you're also naive. You're adventurous and passionate, but also inexperienced. You're compulsive, and don't have the humility you need to make it in this business. And, you still owe me $300, even though you haven't got a penny to your name."

"Uh huh," I responded through a mouthful of bacon and eggs.

"So, I've got a proposal for you. Keep in mind, you're free to say no, figure out another way to get me the $300 and then get out of town. But if you really want to stay here and make it, I hope you'll consider it."

"Oh, yeah, I don't want to give up yet. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you proved yourself quite well with that spectacular blow job last night."

I blushed, put down my fork, and he continued.

"I'll let you out of your debt if you join me in two more sexual encounters today - of my choosing - consider them worth $150 a piece."

"OK, I'm listening."

"Then, you can choose to leave, I'll never bother you again and you can go back to pursuing your New York dreams on your own. Or..."

"Yes?"

"Or, I'll put you up here in this apartment, and help you make some connections in the business. But those favors will also need to be repaid, if you know what I mean."

"Hmm... OK, well, I'm up for the first proposal, and then why don't we take it from there?"

"OK, as long as you understand that you have to do exactly as I say, and I'm not going to tell you anything about these situations in advance. Giving up a little control would be good for you, I think."

"I get it, debtors can't be choosers. When do we get started?"

"Meet me back here at about noon. Come prepared for anything."

I left his spacious apartment and found my way back to my own crappy place, which was paid for only one more week. As I thought over our conversation and the situation I found myself in, I felt a strange combination of emotions. I was embarrassed, I was a bit scared, but I was also excited, both about the mysterious sexual encounter awaiting me, and also about the potential of this relationship for my career.

After showering and choosing an attractive outfit from my meager selection, I made my way back to his apartment at the appointed time. I rang the doorbell, knocked, and rang the bell again before a woman finally answered. She was strikingly beautiful, tall and dark, and wearing only a bra and panties, stockings and heels. "You must be Julianne, please, come in." The woman, at least 5'10", took my hand and led me along the same route that Vinnie and I had taken the night before, winding around a few tables and chairs and into the bedroom.

"Get undressed and lie down," she commanded, authoritative but also gently feminine. I knew the situation was such that I couldn't question, couldn't take the time to doubt what was happening. For a moment, I wondered where Vinnie was, but let that thought go out of my mind just as quickly as it had arrived.

As soon as I had completed my task, and was lying naked on Vinnie's king-sized bed, the woman climbed on top of me, holding something against her chest with one hand. The way she covered me with her body prevented me from moving, and it was soon obvious why she wanted it that way. She let her hand fall from her chest, and several long strips of silk fabric fell against my chest. One by one, she used them to tie first my hands and then my feet to the bed. I didn't fight against her, but did instinctively test the bonds, and they were firm enough to keep me from moving, but the silk fabric was quite comfortable against my skin.

I had never even imagined that I would find myself in a situation like this. Any fear I might have felt from finding myself in such a vulnerable position was quickly washed away by the pleasurable feeling of the air touching my now-exposed pussy. The woman left the room for just a moment, then returned, again climbing onto the bed next to me. Without a word, she began caressing my breasts in her hands, and I couldn't help but writhe in pleasure, straining against the fabric that held me down. After a few moments of this, she replaced one of her hands with her mouth, gently nibbling on my nipple and suckling my breast as her hand moved down to my pussy.

Already dripping as it was, she was able to quickly wet two fingers and push them into me. I was not a virgin, but could still easily count the number of times my pussy had been penetrated, so she found me to be remarkably tight. Again, I attempted to writhe beneath her, but my motions were so limited that I was completely at her mercy. She was still suckling my tits and thrusting her two - wait, now three - fingers into me when I heard Vinnie's voice in the room.

"That's enough, Sonya. I don't want her to cum until we're ready."

Sonya - I finally knew her name - pulled away from me instantly, and I groaned in disappointment.

"Oh no, Julianne. Don't groan. Show a little patience. You'll have your pleasure - just remember that it's on my terms."

I nodded as humbly as I could, and waited to see what would happen next. Vinnie climbed onto the bed with us, positioned himself between my legs, and began stroking his half-hard cock against my soaking-wet pussy lips. He motioned for Sonya to join us, and she began sucking the tip of his cock and occasionally brushing her fingers against my clit as he continued to grow outside of me.

Before long, he was ready to enter me, and I braced myself for what I was sure would be a slight bit of pain. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, but he surprised me by entering me very slowly and gently. Even though I had never had such a big cock inside of me, Vinnie's slow stroking allowed my pussy to gradually expand to take him in. The feeling was so incredibly erotic - so much better than my high school boyfriend randomly thrusting himself into me with no regard for my need for at least a few seconds of foreplay.

As Vinnie started to fuck me, Sonya positioned herself over my mouth, facing him, and I realized that I was going to taste a woman for the first time. She slowly lowered herself down to me, and I reached out my tongue her clit, gingerly at first, and then, responding to her motions, with more confidence. I wanted to use my hands, and struggled more than once to get them free, but Sonya just responded by grinding her pussy down onto my tongue, and using her own fingers to stroke her clit.

I was soon overcome by a wave of feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced. I couldn't breathe - both because my face was buried in Sonya's hot, sweet pussy, but also because Vinnie was now pounding my own pussy with such force. And the inability to move or control anyone else's motions was surprising in its erotic force - something that I would have imagined to be frustrating was instead satisfying in that it forced me to release control.

Vinnie began talking to Sonya, asking her if she was ready to cum, asking her if she liked watching him fuck the same young hottie who was eating her out. Sonya couldn't respond in words, just in grunts and groans as I released all of my own passion directly into her pussy. At that moment, she stiffened above me, and my face was covered with her juices as she came. "God, Vinnie, that was fabulous," she said to him as soon as she had recovered. "I really want you to give it to her now, pound her until you shoot your load into that tight little pussy of hers."

I was so ready, so incredibly turned on by her orgasm and his continued fucking of me, that I couldn't hold on any longer. Even before he came, I had my own orgasm, my pussy pulsing around his still-thrusting cock. It was by far the longest orgasm I had ever had, and I was still enjoying the feelings rushing through my body when I felt him cum deep inside me. Once he had finished, he quickly pulled out of me and released the silk ties on my hands and feet, allowing me to stretch and relax into a new position.

"OK, sweetie, you rest here for a little while. Then, I want you to take a shower, put on the clothes I've laid out for you over there." He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. "Then, use one of these silk ties as a blindfold, and wait for me here on the bed. I'm going to leave with Sonya now, and I'll be back in a few hours with someone else."

Exhausted, but now incredibly excited for whatever Vinnie had planned for me next, I carefully followed his directions. The outfit was a cheerleader's uniform, short pleated skirt with matching v-neck sweater, both ridiculously tight. There were no panties or bra, which I assumed was a deliberate oversight on his part. After I had put on the clothes, I did find two hair ties which matched the fabric of the uniform, which I assumed were meant for pigtails to complete the look. After allowing a bit more time to pass, I made my way back to the bed, put on the blindfold as instructed, and sat down to wait.

As I waited - time definitely moves more slowly when one is wearing a blindfold! - I thought back over everything that had brought me to this place. Rather than feeling any kind of resentment, I was happy to have found Vinnie. I thought back to our conversation that morning, and decided that if the next $150 encounter were anywhere near as good as the first, I would take him up on the rest of his offer, and fulfill any sexual fantasy he could dream up in exchange for the nice roof over my head and help in getting a foot in the theater door, so to speak.

Finally, I heard the door open, followed by two voices - Vinnie and... another man! Of all the scenarios I had imagined he might have planned, this wasn't one of them. As thoughts raced through my head, their voices came closer, and I heard the sounds of shoes coming off and clomping to the floor, followed by the less distinct sound of other clothes gradually being shed. Were there really two naked men in the room with me, and what exactly did Vinnie have in mind?

"Sit up, Julianne. Suck on this for a while." As soon as I was upright on the edge of the bed, Vinnie's now-familiar cock was in my mouth. Just as I had established a rhythm, bobbing up and down and enjoying the sensation as he grew in my mouth, he pulled out and said, "Now, this one!" And now there was a new cock in my mouth, a little smaller in girth but clearly longer: only half-hard, it was already reaching into my throat. Again, I worked towards a rhythm, fighting my gag reflex as this longer, thinner cock stroked my mouth.

The two men kept this up for a while, alternating a chance at my mouth, tugging on my cute pigtails as they fucked that orifice, soon both rock-hard as I fantasized about what other orifices they might want to penetrate. Almost as soon as I had the thought, I felt one of the men join me on the bed, pull me back down until my head hit the pillow, and push my legs apart. Expecting a cock, I was pleasantly surprised when I instead felt a tongue on my clit, and then stroking back and forth on the outside of my pussy lips. The other man - Vinnie, I soon learned - pulled me towards the end of the bed so that I could go back to sucking his cock while I was pleasured orally.

"I think she's ready, Vinnie, and I know I am" said the other man as I wrapped my legs around his head and pressed myself into his face. I could feel some of my juices trickle down onto my leg as he pulled away from me. This other, mystery man was now lying down on the bed, and pulled me on top of him, positioning me, still blindfolded as I was, over his cock. I took it from there, taking his cock into my hands and guiding it into my waiting pussy as I let my weight fall onto him. I loved the feel of his long thin cock inside of me, and quickly began bobbing up and down on him, relishing the sensation of depth that he was able to reach. He slowed me down a bit by reaching under my cheerleader's sweater and grabbing my tits, but I still rode him with enthusiasm.

"OK, my turn!" I heard Vinnie say as he climbed onto the bed. The two men pulled me off of one cock and onto the other, and I resumed my rhythm as quickly as I could. As I fucked Vinnie with abandon, I felt the other man get off the bed for a moment, and then return. I could sense him behind me, but didn't know what they had in mind, and frankly, was enjoying myself too much to care.

Vinnie now pulled me down from my upright position into an embrace, and slowed our pace dramatically. He reached down and pulled my cheerleader's skirt up as far as it would go, and now I felt the other man's hand on my ass. After a couple of firm slaps, I felt something cold hit my skin, and soon realized that he was massaging some kind of lubricant into the skin around my asshole, working in smaller and smaller circles until his fingers actually began penetrating my tiny virgin ass.

Vinnie had slowed his motions inside of me to almost nothing, so that all of my attention was now focused on this man's fingers. I felt something press against my tiny hole, and just as I had prepared myself for the thought of one finger entering me, I realized it was his cock. He thrust deep into me with one well-lubricated stroke, and I cried out with the initial pain and shock. Both men held still inside of me until they felt my pussy begin to pulse again with desire. Vinnie started first, stroking a few inches at first and then soon with all of his length. Once that rhythm was again established, the other man began moving inside of me as well.

I didn't last long in this scenario, and collapsed against Vinnie's chest, whispering in his ear, "Yes, yes, yes." Over and over again, 'yes' was all I could utter as these two men fucked me and I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. The two men came within just moments of each other, pushing me to new levels of delight as their cum shot deep inside of my two holes. The three of us stayed in this position even after we had all finished, not wanting to let go of the incredible sensations.

Soon, though, both men pulled out of me, and rolled me back onto the bed as they climbed off. "Just let us get out of here, Julianne," Vinnie said, "and then you're free to take off your blindfold. And remember, you're free to leave now, or welcome to stay, it's up to you. I'll be back in a few hours, so make up your mind, and I guess I'll find out your decision when I get back."

A few minutes later, the door closed behind them, and I was left in silence. I took off the blindfold, let my eyes adjust to the light, and made my way to the window. As I admired his fabulous view of Central Park, I thought to myself, yeah, I bet I'll stay.

Thanksgiving Confessions

As I settled into my seat on the plane to go back to school after Thanksgiving, I couldn't help but think through the crazy events of the weekend. It had all started with my mom's comment when she opened the door to welcome me home.

"Welcome home, Brianna. Oh... is that what you're wearing?"

Ouch. It wasn't surprising in the least, as my mom seemed to make a sport out of putting down the way her daughters dressed, or who they dated, or what they did for a living. But unfortunately, knowing the insult was coming didn't take any of the sting away. And since my two younger sisters were both involved in serious relationships - Haley was married to Josh and Caroline was still going out with Jeff - I couldn't help but think that I was now getting the brunt of this abuse. It also didn't help that I knew I looked great - 5'7", thin, great tits, long blonde hair - mom always had a way of making me feel fat and frumpy with just a few words and a glance.

But the last straw came later, when we were all sitting down for the formal turkey dinner. As I stepped up to the table, glass of wine in hand and engrossed in a conversation with my favorite aunt, I soon realized there wasn't a seat for me. After everyone else was seated and my mom came into the room carrying the turkey, she said, as an afterthought, "Oh, Brianne, you're over there," pointing to the kid's table.

What!?! I wasn't about to confront her in front of everyone, but I was humiliated. I'm 26, a successful college graduate currently balancing career and graduate school, and she puts me at the kid's table? Not that I don't love my adorable little nieces and nephews, but I'd really prefer to sit at a table with leg room and conversation geared towards adults. And it didn't take me long to figure out what my mom was up to. I was the one daughter who was unmarried, unattached. If it had been 'Brianna and Bob' to come to Thanksgiving dinner, we would have had our two seats together at the big table. But as it was, she was putting me in my place, and there was nothing I could do about it.

As I sat down to eat with Johnnie Jr., little Jennie and the rest of my youngest relatives, I pondered how I could possibly make myself feel better, without stooping to my mother's level. In years past, we had gotten into some horrible arguments at the holidays, when I responded to her criticisms with criticisms of my own. I didn't want to go there again. But somehow I had to pull myself out of this situation, otherwise I'd go home depressed and remain in that funk until I had to come back to mom's house again for Christmas.

Somewhere in between bashing my shin on the metal leg of the rickety card table and being hit with mashed potatoes by my 9-year-old cousin Jake, it hit me. I had the perfect plan for getting through the rest of the evening, until I could extracate myself and spend the night in my hotel room. A little flirting never hurt anyone, after all. If it was just that, flirting, I'd at least enjoy the sport of it. If it went any further, well, maybe I'd be able to upset my mom's status quo just a bit.

I decided to start on Caroline's boyfriend Jeff. Although she was younger than I, at 24, he was the 'older man', at 38. I'd been attracted to him ever since they met, so it wasn't exactly a challenge to start flirting with him. After dinner, I poured myself another glass of wine, unbuttoned a couple of buttons on my blouse - still decent but giving anyone who cared to look a nice view of my cleavage - and joined Jeff on the couch.

"So, how's the game?"

"Oh, hey, Brianna. It's actually kind of dull so far, not much offense from either team. What's up with you?"

I decided just to go for it, see whether he'd bite. It was probably a combination of the wine and the bitter mood my mom had put me in, because I usually wasn't so forward! "Well, actually, I was thinking of heading upstairs for a different kind of thanksgiving, if you know what I mean. Interested?"

His dark brown eyes grew very big, obviously shocked at my comment. But he quickly recovered, and with a quick glance towards the kitchen to make sure my sister was still busy there, replied, "Yeah, sure. Why don't you head up there, and I'll join you in a minute."

Still surprised at my own actions, and equally surprised that he'd betray my sister so easily, I made my way upstairs, waiting on the landing for him to follow. Just as doubt started to creep in (was he in on my mom's plan to humiliate me this weekend??) I heard his feet on the stairs. As he flashed me a smile, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the nearest room, which happened to be my other sister Haley's childhood bedroom.

"So, Brianna. Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

"Well, frankly, I hadn't thought that through. Hmm... I wonder how long it's been since you've had a great blow job?"

"Wow, seriously? Well, it's been long enough that I'd say I'm due. Your sister never lets me finish in her mouth, would you be up for that?"

"Oh, yeah, Jeff, I've fantasized more than once about having that big cock of yours fuck my mouth," I said, reaching out to squeeze his growing bulge through his khakis.

He responded by quickly taking off his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed, still wearing his polo shirt and shoes. As he parted his legs, I got down on my knees between them and took his already-growing cock in my hands. As I started to work him, kneading his bulging cock and rolling his balls in my fingers, he reached into my blouse and grabbed one of my breasts, fondling it through the lace of my bra. I succumbed to the pleasure of his touch for just a moment, arching my back and letting out a little moan, before returning to the business at hand.

He was forced to let go of my tit when I leaned down to pull his cock into my mouth. I began by taking in just the tip, tracing it with my tongue as I continued to stroke his length with my hands. Gradually, I took in more and more length, until he was fully erect and ready to fuck my mouth properly. Moving both my hands to his balls, I began bobbing up and down on his full length - I guessed 8 inches - from the tip to the bottom of his shaft. He began to moan and press into me, and before long grabbed my hair, which was conveniently tied into a ponytail, to have better control of my motions.

I fought through my reflex to gag as he pressed into my throat, and he lingered there at the end of each firm stroke, holding me by the hair to keep me there, obviously savoring the feel. After a few minutes of this, he pulled me off for a moment, praised my hard work, and asked me to make him cum by sucking his tip and jacking him off with my hands at the same time. I was relieved to have a moment of air, and eagerly dove back down onto his cock, following his directions. I used one hand on his shaft, stroking him as quickly as I could. My other hand cupped and massaged his balls. With my mouth, I created as much suction as I could on the last 2 or 3 inches of his cock, and waited for my reward.

Before long, he whispered huskily that he was about to cum, and thrust his hips towards me as he shot his load into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed every drop, and let him linger in my mouth after he was done, as I could tell he wanted to by the firm grip he still had on my ponytail. When he let go, I pulled myself up onto the bed next to him, and he pulled me towards him in a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, Brianna, that was the best blow job I've had in a long time!"

"You're very welcome, Jeff! But you'd better get back downstairs. I'd really hate for anyone to suspect what we've been up to in here. I'll follow you after a few minutes."

He nodded, quickly got dressed, and left, flashing me one more smile as he closed the bedroom door behind him. Wow, what a release that had been, I thought to myself. I really didn't want to steal my sister's boyfriend - I actually hoped she would never find out - but it felt great to be such a rebel in the oppressive environment of my mom's house. I let myself fall back onto the bed as I thought about what had just happened.

After a minute or so, I heard the bedroom door open and quickly sat up. I prepared myself for Jeff to be coming back for more, or for Haley to ask what the heck I was doing in her old room, but definitely wasn't prepared for who it actually was: Haley's husband Josh. At first I told myself it was just coincidence that he was there, maybe he forgot which room was which, he was actually looking for Haley's room? But when he spoke in hushed tones, I realized it was no coincidence.

"That sounded like quite a blowjob! Here I was, innocently walking down the hall to Haley's room, when I hear the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from this room, and I have no choice but to listen through the door, and then wait to see who comes out!"

I could tell from what he said that he wasn't judging me, but I still couldn't predict what his next move would be. Blackmail, perhaps? Fortunately, I was wrong.

"You know, Brianna, I've always thought you were hot. Hotter than your sisters, really. And I'm thinking, after a blow job like that, you really deserve to be eaten out, don't you agree?"

"Oh, god, Josh, are you serious?"

"Oh, yeah. Will you spread your legs and let me lick you?"

"Um, gee, let me think. OK, done thinking. Get your ass over here and suck on my clit for a while!"

I now found myself in the same position Jeff had been in just moments before, sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. But this time it was me being pleasured, as Josh got on his knees, hiked up my skirt, and set to work pleasuring me with his tongue. As he pushed my panties to one side, he quickly discovered that I was already wet, turned on by my encounter with Jeff. Given that, he wasted no time sliding one finger into my pussy as he began licking my clit, slowly and gently.

He quickly had me writhing in pleasure on the bed, and the fact that it was my sister's husband touching me in this way couldn't have been farther from my mind. I was aware only of his fingers and his tongue, easily pressing my buttons as if we had been together many times before. I could hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, all the while continuing to suck on my clit and finger-fuck me with his other hand.

He now gently pulled out of my pussy, stood up and pulled off his pants, and climbed onto the bed next to me, ending up in a 69 position. As he went back to work on my pussy, this time licking back and forth over my pussy lips, I was presented with a beautiful sight - his half-hard cock dangling above my face. Without hesitation, I took his stunning member into my mouth, grabbing his ass to guide him as he fucked me at both ends.

I'm sure he would have continued pleasuring me orally as long as I let him, but as soon as he was fully erect, I wanted his cock buried deep inside of me. "Josh, you have me so hot and bothered, I need your cock inside my tight little pussy. I want you to take me doggy style, right here, right now!"

He responded quickly, pulling off of me so that I could change positions. As soon as I had myself on all fours on the bed, he climbed on top of me and stroked the tip of his rock-hard cock against my pussy, lubricating the tip before plowing into me in one deep, long stroke. Doing my best to keep my voice down (I knew exactly how thick the walls were in this house!) I began to urge him on.

"Yes, Josh, fuck me. Fuck meeeeeee," I hissed at him over my shoulder. "Pound me like the little slut I am," to which he responded by grabbing my hair and slapping my ass as he rode me.

"I want it hard and fast, Josh. Grab my tits, Josh. I want you to knead them while you fuck my tight little pussy." He was more than happy to follow along with my naughty instructions, and varied his rhythm every few minutes as I gave him new instructions.

"Yes, that's it. Hold on tight as you ride me. Think about what a little slut I must be, blowing one sister's boyfriend and then fucking you right after. Fuck me harder!" Again, he responded powerfully as I urged him on with my dirty talk. I had always enjoyed being fucked hard from behind like this, I just never imagined it would be Josh riding me.

"That's it, Josh. Give my tight little pussy all you've got. And don't let go of my tits!" I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer, so I reached around to massage my clit as he fucked me. I wanted to cum when he did.

"Oh, god yes, Josh. That's it, just a little longer. Aaaaahhhhhh," I moaned as he thrust one last time and then remained buried deep inside of me, his cum shooting into my pussy. At that moment, I'll never know if it was conscious or not, he squeezed both of my nipples, hard, and that touch pushed me over the edge into a powerful orgasm. My pussy muscles pulsating around his now-motionless cock as wave after wave of pleasure coarsed through my body. I collapsed to the bed, and Josh's cock slid out of me, quickly followed by a stream of our combined juices.

Soon it was deja vu all over again, with another man involved with one of my sisters quickly getting dressed and leaving me alone in the room, as he went back downstairs to watch football. I lay on the bed for a moment, in complete disbelief at the sex I'd just had, but also feeling completely happy and in control. As soon as I had pulled myself together, I made my way downstairs.

After a quick glance at the couch in the living room, where Jeff and Josh sat along with several other guys, watching the game, I gathered up my stuff and said my goodbyes to my mom. No, don't worry, I'll be fine at the hotel. Yes, I had a very nice time. Yes, I'm looking forward to Christmas too. On my way out the door, I shot the guys one last glance. Jeff gave me a knowing wink, and Josh gave me two. Maybe I wouldn't have to dread Christmas after all.

Making it in a Man's World Ch.2

"Yes, Jim, yesssss...." I hissed as he fucked me from behind. We had developed a naughty little habit of fooling around in his office whenever we thought we could get away with it. Sometimes I would just suck him off, other times I'd ride him right in his big leather chair, but today we were engaged in my favorite activity: he had bent me over his desk, hiked my short skirt up to my waist, and was pounding my tight pussy.

He also loved to mix business and pleasure, as I had learned in our first visit to the football stadium. Today was no exception, as he gave me the details of my first solo reporting assignment while he had me in this vulnerable position, riding me from behind with my hair in his hands.

"I'm sending you to the state championship game to interview Doug Jones. He's the Kennedy High quarterback who just signed with..."

"Jeez, Jim, I know who Doug Jones is. Been watching him for the last couple of years, just hoping he'd stay local and sign with Big State! You're sure you want me to handle this interview?"

"Well, Shannon, I think you've earned it," Jim whispered into my ear as he thrust into me with a deep stroke.

"Well, cool. I'll get right on it as soon as we're done here," I said with a smile over my shoulder, hoping to garner some gentle punishment for my cheeky comment.

"Oh, you want me to hurry up and cum already, do you?" Jim replied, slapping my ass firmly.

"Yes, Jim, spank me! Fuck me until you cum!"

He happily went along with my instructions, slapping my ass occasionally as he fucked me faster and faster, and then reaching around to stroke my clit so he could bring me to orgasm when he was ready to cum.

"Oh, god yes, Jim," I whispered as I lost control, bucking beneath him as I felt his load shoot deep into my pussy. We had to quickly recover ourselves as his secretary buzzed his intercom - he zipped up, ran back to his chair, and invited her in just as I managed to make myself presentable and sit down in the chair across from him. As Betty walked into the room, Jim appeared to be giving me the details of my next assignment (although I knew them already), and I was scribbling down every word on my notepad.

The game three days later was a great one - Kennedy lost in overtime, but Doug gave a gutsy, all-out performance that delighted the hometown crowd. Immediately after the last play, I made my way to the locker room, joining a sea of other reporters ready to interview the senior QB after his last high school game. There was always coverage of the state championships, but this game was especially big news because of the high hopes placed on this kid for Big State's future. After several years of hovering just above mediocrity, with glimpses of talent and strong coaching but no big star to carry the team on his shoulders, the dreams of alumni and college ball fans in the whole region rested on Doug Willis.

I kept my cool, hanging towards the back of the gaggle of reporters, knowing that I'd get my interview if I was patient. It gave me a chance to observe this kid up close, and I quickly decided that he could most definitely handle the pressure. He came from a good family, wanted to stay in the area for college, and obviously enjoyed the idea of being a local hero. I also thought to myself how odd it is to know so much about a perfect stranger, just because he is an athlete. I knew he was 6'4", 210, turning 19 in a month, and knew everything he had cared to share with reporters about his hobbies, his family, what kind of music he liked to listen to...

My patience was beginning to pay off, as the less-dedicated reporters began to peel off from the group, and just a few of us were left with Doug in the locker room. His teammates had also left, disappointed in their loss and also not particularly interested in witnessing yet another media interview with Doug. A few well-placed questions revealed that I had studied up on his stats, and after I mentioned the name of my paper and that I was a Big State alum, Doug agreed to stay on and answer more of my questions. The beat guys trickled off, and soon Doug and I were alone in the locker room.

We had a lively conversation, with Doug asking me innocent freshman-to-be questions about Big State, and me attempting to bring the conversation back to his goals for college and beyond. He interrupted one of my questions with one of his own, "Do you mind if I get out of some of this gear?"

"Oh, sure, yeah, no problem," I answered innocently, as I looked down at my notepad and jotted down a few things from our conversation that I didn't want to forget. Before I knew it, though, the 18-year-old athlete was soon naked in front of me, stripping off not just a shin guard or shoulder pads, but everything.

I'm sure I blushed bright red, both because I was surprised and also because he had such a hot young body, and he quickly responded, "I'm sorry, does this make you uncomfortable?"

"Uh, no, you just surprised me, that's all. I should probably get going anyway, and let you hit the showers."

"Well, that's not necessarily what I had in mind," he said, making an attempt at a smooth line. When I didn't immediately jump his bones, he retreated to a slightly more typical teenage fumbling of his words, "I mean, um, I know you're a reporter and you're older than me and stuff, but I think you're really hot, and, um, it turns me on that a hot girl - I mean woman - like you knows so much about sports."

Smiling, I replied, "Well, I think you're pretty hot, too, Doug. What do you think are the chances that anyone will walk through the locker room in the next few minutes and see us here together?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure everyone has gone home."

"Well, then, come here," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to where I was sitting on the bench between the rows of lockers. True to teenage form, his cock started getting hard just from my touch on his hand, and by the time I had sucked his length into my mouth, it was already almost fully erect.

"Oh, god, Shannon, yes. This is like a dream come true. Suck my cock!"

I cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them gently in my palm as I bobbed up and down on his now 8" length. It was clear he wasn't going to last long, getting the first good blow job of his young life. I tried to slow down, giving him a little more pleasure before his release, but the first time I bottomed out, letting the tip of his cock reach down into my throat, he lost control and shot his load.

Since he was in my throat at that moment, his cum triggered my gag reflex and I wasn't able to swallow it all. As he pulled away from me, his sticky white cum dribbled down my chin and onto my blouse. By the look on his face, he was obviously tremendously satisfied but also embarrassed to have left me in such a messy state. I smiled, took his hand, stood up, and said, "Don't worry, I have a great idea," and led my naked boytoy towards the showers.

Kicking off my shoes as we walked, I developed my plan. Doug obviously wasn't experienced enough to have much stamina, but I was sure he could make up for that in other youthful ways. I was confident I could bring him to orgasm at least twice more, and hopefully by then be ready to cum myself. I found the nearest shower, turned it on, and began a sexy dance beneath the stream of water. My blouse quickly became plastered to my skin, revealing my lacy bra beneath. As he watched, I unzipped my mini skirt, slithered out of the soaked fabric, and tossed it across the room. I then unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my tits to his eager eyes.

Just as I had hoped, his cock was already growing hard again. As I continued to gyrate under the falling water, I slowly motioned with one finger for him to join me. Practically tripping over his own feet, Doug joined me under the water. I took his hands and placed them on my lace-covered tits, encouraging him to feel me up. He eagerly accepted this invitation, and, showing me that he did at least have some experience with 2nd base, quickly had my bra unhooked and tossed to the floor. He bent down and took one of my tits in his mouth, licking and nibbling my nipple. I let one hand fall to my pussy, wetting a few fingers with my juices and stroking my clit. With my other hand, I pulled him closer to me, and as his cock jutted out to meet me, I knew it was time to give him release once again.

I spread my legs slightly and leaned back against the wall, pulling him back with me. Taking his cock in my hands, I pulled it back and forth against my pussy lips, lubricating it with my juices, before letting go and allowing him to thrust into me. Judging by the expression on his face as I looked up at him, this may have been his first time. He took a moment just to enjoy the sensation of warm tightness around his cock, and then began moving inside of me. Our height differential made this position sightly awkward, but Doug quickly found a solution. With his cock still buried inside of me, he picked me up off the ground, and I responded to this great idea by wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

Even knowing that he would cum quickly and I wouldn't have the chance to orgasm in this position, it was still a thrilling one for me - never before had a man lifted me up into the air like this, and the feeling of weightlessness was fantastic. I bounced up and down on his rock-hard cock until he - again, quite quickly! - came, shooting his load into me.

"Wow, Shannon, that was incredible. I've never done anything like that before, and I never imagined my first time would be with someone so hot!"

"Well, I'm glad, Doug! You're quite the young stud. Now, are you ready for another first? Would you like to make me cum?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll do anything you ask."

"OK, I'll tell you exactly what I want, and if you follow my directions carefully, we can cum together, which is a really great experience, trust me."

His expression was a combination of pure lust, lingering disbelief that this was actually happening, and eager anticipation of what was to come next. I returned to my previous position, standing directly under the shower. As the water again washed over me, I spread my legs slightly and began stroking my clit. I guided one of his hands to my pussy, pushed his head to my breast, and began giving him instructions, which he followed exactly, much to my delight.

"As you're sucking my nipple, I want you to wet your fingers in my juices, and then slowly let one of your fingers slide inside of me. Mmmmmmmm, that's nice. Now, pay attention to my pussy muscles pulsing around your finger, and as soon as it feels right, slide another finger in and start stroking in and out."

He was following instructions so well that I was able to stop talking for a moment and just enjoy the sensations moving through my body. The combination of the water on my skin, his mouth on my breasts, and his big strong fingers in my pussy was beginning to move me closer to an orgasm.

"Mmmmm, that's nice, Doug. Now, get down on your knees for a minute. Do you see my clit, this place I'm stroking with my fingers? I want you to do exactly what you were doing with your tongue on my nipples, but this time right there, on my clit. And I think my pussy is ready for one more of your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers, get me ready for your cock again!"

Doug went at this new task with gusto, and before too long I knew I'd have to stop him if I wanted to hold off my orgasm. After about a minute, I pulled him up off his knees, and his hand fell from my pussy, his fingers covered with my juices. I turned around, put my hands against the shower wall, spread my legs again, and looked back at him over my shoulder, saying, "Now, take me from behind. Fuck me until we both cum!"

Needless to say, he was more than ready, and I knew he wouldn't last long - but fortunately, neither would I this time around. He plunged into me in one confident stroke, and I gasped as his big cock stretched me more from this back door position than it had earlier. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me into him with each fast, intense stroke. Before long, I lost track of my surroundings, closed my eyes, and was aware only of the sound and feel of his cock slamming into me.

"Yes, yes, Doug, that's it! Are you ready to cum?"

"Ummm hmmmmm, oh god, yes, Shannon!"

He groaned loudly, the sound echoing through the tiled shower room, as he shot his load deep into my pussy. Just as he did so, I finally let go as well, continuing to push myself down onto his cock even as he stopped moving. As my pussy gradually stopped throbbing around him, he let his cock slip out of me, and staggered back towards a bench on the other side of the room, where he sat down.

Grinning at him, I said, "Well, I'd better get going. Thanks for the interview. Don't hesitate to contact me if you have any other questions about Big State."

"Hey, thanks, Shannon. For everything."

Making it in a Man's World

I recognized him as soon as I walked into the office, but tried to keep my cool. Jim Johnson was my idol, my favorite sports writer, and now here I was, recent journalism grad, starting my first day of work at the same paper where he'd spent his career! It was October, I had just graduated from Big State in June, and still had goosebumps from the phone call last week when I learned I'd gotten the job here.

None of my friends understood why I had taken the entry-level job, where I'd likely be stuck listing high school football scores in the back of the sports section for the next two years. I tried to explain that it was the first step towards my dream job - respected beat writer for a major paper, following my favorite team around the country (baseball would be my first choice), scoring free tickets to any sporting event I wanted, and keeping my readers entertained with insightful insider information.

That first day, after introductions and a tour that ended at my ridiculously small cubicle, I decided to be proactive and introduce myself to Jim. He would find out soon enough what an eager beaver I was, so it might as well be today! He waived me into his office and motioned for me to sit down as he finished a phone call, and I took the opportunity to become duly impressed by all of the photos on his walls and memorabilia on his desk. There were photos of Jim with every major sports figure in the city and region - from local high school legends to college and pro stars.

"So," he said, interrupting my awe, "you must be Shannon."

"Yes, Jim, and can I tell you what an honor it is to be working with you!"

"Well, thanks. So, I remember from your application that your dream is to be a beat writer? What makes you think an innocent young girl like yourself is cut out for that?"

I crossed and then re-crossed my legs in my chair, fighting two conflicting emotions before I responded. I was always both offended and turned on when older men challenged my ability to compete in their world. "Well, I know I've got the writing chops. I've followed sports all my life. I love watching the games both on and off the field, and love the way that writers like you are able to share that with your readers. I'd like to do the same, and I think I can if I have the opportunity to learn from the best - maybe I could shadow you for a while?"

A tiny smile formed at the corners of his mouth, obviously flattered by my desire to learn by working with him. "Alright, Shannon. I'll let you shadow me, just a couple of things I'm going to ask of you. Don't open your mouth unless you're sure you know your stuff. And, to be blunt, you should show a little more leg. This is still a man's world, and there's no point in a beautiful young woman refusing to take advantage of her god-given assets. If it helps you land an interview, there's no shame in that."

Again, I found myself getting hot and bothered as he talked to me this way. Jim was probably in his mid 40s, with an attractive, athletic build. He was about 6'1" with blonde hair and blue eyes, and looked at me over his reading glasses as he talked. He was tremendously attractive to me, physically and career-wise. But I also hated being talked to like an innocent little girl. Smoking inside, I politely thanked him for being so generous as to let me shadow him, and made my way out of the office. I knew the only way to handle my conflicting emotions was to take him at his word, take his instructions to heart and take advantage of the opportunity.

The next day, I arrived at work in an outfit chosen in response to Jim's suggestion. In stark contrast to the business suit I had worn for my first day on the new job, today I strutted into the office in a short pleated skirt, a white blouse which was tied around my waist, showing just a bit of skin around my navel, and my blonde hair tied up with a velvet bow into a ponytail. My big blue eyes were framed by glasses which I didn't need, but which I thought added to the look. As soon as I sat down at my desk, my phone rang, and I jumped to answer it when I saw "Johnson, Jim" on the caller-ID. "Yes, sir?"

"Good morning, Shannon, could you please come into my office? Be sure to bring a notepad."

I grabbed a pad of paper, pushed a pencil behind my ear, and made my way into his office. "Close the door behind you," he instructed as I entered the room, and I did as I was told. After looking me up and down for a few moments, he said, "So, took me at my word, did you?"

"Absolutely, Jim. So, what can I do for you this morning."

"Well, since you're obviously so eager to start shadowing me, I wanted to give you the details of your first assignment. I want you to come with me to this weekend's game - Big State vs. State U at the stadium. I can show you around the venue, introduce you to some of the other writers, and you can have the full press box experience."

I was beaming as I scribbled down the information he provided me. This was exactly what I was hoping for - a real behind-the-scenes experience. And it didn't hurt that it was my alma mater and their arch rival. Both teams were playing well this year, so it should be a good contest.

As he stopped talking and I stopped writing a few moments later, I looked up and saw him watching me from behind his desk. Again, as I had yesterday, I crossed and then un-crossed my legs in the chair across from him. His eyes followed every move, watching the pleats of my skirt settle even higher on my legs. He got up, walked around the desk, and leaned against the front of it, just a foot or so in front of me. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and I know I blushed, and then blushed redder when I realized he noticed my drifting eyes.

He reached out his hand and gently grazed my knee. My first thought - to keep my legs crossed and ignore his touch - was overwhelmed by my first animal instinct - to uncross my legs and drop to my knees in front of him. As I had entered the office and closed the door, I had noticed that although there were a few windows, they were high enough on the wall that he had some privacy. If I moved quickly and quietly, we wouldn't be caught, even though several dozen reporters buzzed with activity just outside his door.

I quickly undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his hardening cock out of his boxers. Before he could say a word, I engulfed his length with my mouth, cradling his balls with both hands. I began slowly, licking and sucking a few inches at a time, but soon quickened my pace, encouraged in my motions when he grabbed my ponytail and began forcing me down onto his cock in faster, deeper strokes. I had never allowed a man to grab me by the hair, but somehow with Jim it turned me on all the more, and I went at his cock with gusto. I was now taking his entire length deep into my throat on each stroke, struggling to keep as quiet as I could as he fucked my mouth in the middle of the workday in his office.

It wasn't much longer before he came, allowing his orgasm to come out in hushed whispers. After he finished, he quickly pulled himself together and lifted me up off my knees. Grabbing me by the ass, he pulled my body into his and kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so quickly I almost couldn't breathe. Still, it was nothing compared to the size of his cock. Breaking away from me as quickly as the embrace had started, he whispered, "you'd better get back to work. I'll see you Saturday at the game. Meet me in the hallway outside the press box." And that was that - after a slap on the ass, I was out the door and back to my cubicle to attend to a little actual work, my head filled with daydreams of sex in the office, at the stadium, anywhere really with this hot mentor of mine.

Time crept by over the next few days, but finally Saturday did arrive, and after tortured wardrobe decisions and getting stuck in traffic, I finally made my way to the stadium, proudly showed my press pass for the first time, and waited in the hallway outside the press box for Jim to arrive. You're wondering about the wardrobe decision? Well, I managed to work out a combination of team colors, reasonably professional attire, but still showing enough skin to bring some attention to the fact that I was a young woman with a nice rack. I chose a low-cut black blouse which showed plenty of cleavage, a team jacket from my college days, and tight-fitting but classy black slacks and heels.

As Jim arrived, he winked in approval at my appearance, and quickly ushered me in to the press box where I experienced a whirlwind of meetings. The names and faces of twenty or so slightly geeky writer types, all seemingly captivated by my chest, quickly blurred together. Jim, perhaps sensing that I was overwhelmed, grabbed my arm midstream and said, "Hey, there's time before the first quarter starts - how about I show you around the stadium?"

"Wow, that was quite a spread in there!" I said as we made our way down the hallway and into an elevator, referring to the ridiculous amount of food that had been provided for the guys in the press box.

"Impressive, huh? Although I have another idea for a nice spread," he said, putting his hand between my legs and forcing them apart. As we rode the elevator down, to where I didn't know, he massaged my clit through my clothes with one hand. With the other, he pushed up my top, pulled one of my tits out of my bra, and began sucking my nipple vigorously. Not knowing how much time we would have before the elevator doors opened, I writhed in pleasure against his skilled hands and mouth.

He obviously knew exactly where we were going, and pulled me back into a state of respectability just seconds before the elevator stopped and opened. Completely flushed, I was suddenly face to face with... the coach! I quickly realized that we must have come down to a lower level of the stadium not open to the public. Jim obviously knew the coach, as they exchanged comfortable conversation and wishes of good luck for the game. True to his promise, Jim took the opportunity to introduce me, sharing with the coach that I was a recent grad. I remembered my promise as well - that I wouldn't open my mouth unless I was sure I knew my stuff - and left the coach with just one comment about the passing game of State U and my estimate for the point spread.

"Nice job, Shannon. I see you're following my advice, and it's already paying off - now the coach will remember you for sure. You're the hot young reporter who knows her football! I think you should be rewarded for your work here today. Follow me."

As we made our way down several winding hallways in the bowels of the stadium, the muffled sounds of marching bands hovering mysteriously above us, Jim told me the story of a secret room to which he had a key. Only a few people knew about it - a handful of press, coaches, etc. - and he had gotten the key from his mentor, a legendary beat writer long-since retired. It was a small room with a bed, a place to crash after perhaps a few too many drinks celebrating a win or lamenting a loss, before heading back out onto the road.

"Unless they've changed the lock..." were Jim's last words before the key successfully opened the door. Like the true gentleman who had just felt me up in the elevator, he showed me into the room, turned on a light, and shut and locked the door behind us.

Only a few words were necessary now. "What was that you mentioned about a nice spread?" I asked flirtatiously. He responded by tearing at my clothes, freeing my tits from my blouse and bra and then sucking my nipples as he worked at removing my pants. I was soon naked, and threw myself onto the bed, spreading my legs wide open before him, revealing my wet pussy. It was now his turn to kneel, as he lowered his head to my crotch and began kissing around my inner thighs, moving in circles ever closer to my pussy lips and finally entering me with his tongue as he spread my lips with his fingers.

Knowing we couldn't be heard in this secluded room, I let myself go, moaning as I ground my pussy into his face. I started to ride a wave of tiny orgasms as he sucked my clit, and he responded by fucking me with two and then three of his big, strong fingers. I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled myself up onto my elbows, saying, "Please, Jim, I want you inside of me. Fuck me now!"

Still fully clothed, but his cock straining against his slacks, Jim stood up and quickly undressed. I massaged my tits and clit with my hands while I waited for him to enter me, telling him I wanted to be his little slut, I wanted him to fill me with his cum before we went back to work in the press box.

He didn't need any more invitation, and knelt by the side of the bed, moving the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I was insanely hot, wet, and ready, but it was still a tight fit as he slowly pressed his huge hard cock into me. He took what seemed like minutes to enter me completely in one slow, smooth motion. Once his cock was buried inside of me, he began rotating his hips, reaching depths of sensation inside of me that were completely new.

"Oh, god yes, Jim. Fuck me nice and slow." We kept that rhythm going for several minutes, until I couldn't handle it any longer. His stamina was impressive, he was obviously going for the complete-game performance - and my demands changed. "Fuck me harder, Jim. Harder and faster. I want you to take me from behind!"

He quickly pulled out of me and stood up, giving me room to pull myself up off the bed and turn around. The bed was too low, so I instead braced myself against the wall, pressing my hands flat against it, spreading my legs, and looking back over my shoulder at Jim with pure lust. "Take me, Jim, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to pound my tight little pussy and fill me with your cummm...... ahh...."

With that, he thrust into me from behind and began fucking me furiously. The sounds and smells of our sex filled the tiny room, and quickly brought us both close to the edge of a violent orgasm. He took hold of my hair with one hand and gently slapped me on the ass with the other as he moved in and out of me, taking complete control of the situation just as I'd hoped he would. As he grunted and I moaned, I reached orgasm very quickly in this position, utterly letting go as he continued to pound towards his climax. I trusted the wall and his strong grip on my hair to hold me up as I came close to blacking out, the feelings were so powerful. Just as I began to come down from my orgasm and come back to my senses, he reached his climax and I could feel his cum shoot deep inside of me.

We stood in this position for a while, his cock still buried inside of me as we both caught our breath, me leaning against the wall, Jim leaning against me. We soon became aware of the sounds of the game seeping into the room from above - the pounding of feet on the field, the occasional whistle, more competing melodies from the bands - and realized that we should get upstairs before it was obvious we had disappeared. And before we missed too much of the action. After all, the sex had been great, but what beat writer worth his - or her - salt would miss more than a few downs of the big game?

In the Erotic Bakery

I took the trays from the refrigerator and put them on the counter, and then pulled up a stool and sat down to start my work. First, I carefully placed a 10-inch marzipan cock on a chocolate cake destined for a bachelorette party. Once that was done, I moved on to arranging little candy tits around the edge of a sheet cake whose icing read, "Happy Birthday Bob!"

I was dressed in my usual outfit for working in the kitchen - what Jake liked to call the 'naughty baker': black bra and panties, fishnet hose with garters, and heels, covered by a ridiculously short black lace 'apron'. My long red hair was up in pigtails, and I was wearing glasses which I didn't need, but which Jake assured me added to the look.

Jake would watch me from the corner as I worked, quietly stroking his real man's cock as I arranged suggestive sweets on the top of various cookies and cakes. I would invariably find myself getting wet, knowing that he was watching, deliberately dropping something on the floor so I could bend down and show him my ass. When I had finished preparing the day's orders, he would take me right there in the kitchen, bent over the counter, my eager pussy taking every inch of his cock and draining every drop of cum.

Perhaps I should explain how I went from innocent college girl to back-room slut at the local erotic bakery? I think the best encounter to share is our very first.

"Help Wanted: seeking young woman for bakery assistant, no experience necessary."

That was the sign that caught my eye as I walked from my apartment to campus, trying to figure out how I would pay my next month's rent after losing my job as a waitress. I realized I had passed by this little bakery every morning on my way to school, but never stopped in. Desperate as I was to find another job quickly, I thought to myself 'what the hell' and walked through the door.

I was immediately hit with both the heat of the air and the wonderful smells from the kitchen - bread, cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip cookies, all of the aromas filled the air, a confused but pleasing potpurri.

"What can I get you, sweetie?" said the 40-ish man in a baker's hat from behind the counter. Any suspicion I may have had about the help wanted sign specifying a young woman immediately washed away when I began talking to this obviously gay man.

"Actually, I'm here about the sign in the window - are you still looking for someone?"

"Oh, yes, thanks for coming in. I'm Jonathan, the owner of this little establishment. What's your name?"

"Kaylie. I'm a student at the university, and in desperate need of a job - I was working as a waitress at that Italian Restaurant downtown that just went out of business, you know the one?" He nodded, and I continued, "I've never worked in a bakery, but I do have quite a bit of waitressing and customer service experience."

"No worries, dear. We need someone to start right away, and you're the first to ask about the job, so, consider yourself hired!"

We went over schedules, and it turned out my availability - a few hours early each morning and then again late in the afternoon after classes - was exactly what they needed. Jonathan explained that he and his partner Jake, who I'd be able to meet that afternoon, were starting to fall behind now that the bakery was becoming more successful. They needed someone to work with customers in the front both early and late in the day as they handled things in the kitchen.

When I first met Jake, his piercing blue eyes and five-o-clock shadow immediately began to melt me, before I reminded myself that he was Jonathan's partner, and pulled myself together. I'd been burned enough times before - how did that saying go, all the best guys are either married or gay? Anyway, it was immediately obvious that these were very nice, hard-working guys, and I was glad to have the job. That first afternoon, they showed me around the place, made sure I knew what they expected, and after helping a few customers, I went home.

I quickly settled into a routine with the new job. Jonathan and Jake appreciated my punctuality and work ethic, and I enjoyed their sense of humor and the laid-back work environment. It was a nice clientele, too - lots of foot traffic off the street, but also many regular customers who came in to pick up pre-ordered cakes and cookies. I didn't even get to see what was in the boxes, because Jonathan was a stickler about tying things up with ornate bows.

I had been working there about three weeks when the guys left me alone and in charge for an afternoon while they were out running errands. "Don't worry, you'll be fine - it should be a quiet afternoon, and we trust you!" was what Jonathan said quickly as they left, the door shutting quickly and leaving me alone in the quiet warmth of the bakery.

They were right, it was a quiet afternoon. I had actually pulled out a book to do a little studying when Mrs. Smith came in - one of the regular customers I mentioned earlier. "Hello, Mrs. Smith, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Kaylie, nice to see you again! There should be a box waiting for me?"

"Oh, hmm... I'm alone this afternoon, and they didn't mention anything, but let me go in back and see if I can find it."

It wasn't like Jonathan to forget about a customer's order, so I was sure I would find a lovely wrapped box. As I entered the back room, I did find a box with a post-it on which was scrawled 'Mrs. Smith', but it looked like Jonathan hadn't done his nice wrapping job yet. Oh well, I wouldn't keep her waiting, I'd bring it to her as is.

As I walked back out front with the box, I realized it was my chance to take a peek at one of their creations - since I never got to see the custom cakes. It was lucky that I didn't drop it when I opened the box! There, on top of what looked like a delicious chocolate cake, was a penis, at least 10 inches long! After a moment of total shock, I gathered myself as much as possible, closed up the box again, and took it out to Mrs. Smith, making the sale and wishing her a nice weekend.

After the door closed behind her, I allowed my thoughts to whirl again. I wasn't offended, just shocked. Did all of the wrapped boxes contain cock cakes, or was it just that one? Was their innocent store front, selling loaves of bread and oatmeal cookies to folks who dropped in off the street, just a front for their erotic bakery? Overcome by curiousity, I decided to take the opportunity, with Jonathan and Jake still not back, to go back into the kitchen and do more exploration. If a customer came in, I'd hear the bell on the door and could quickly come back out front. My studying could wait - this mystery was more pressing at the moment!

There were a couple of other boxes on the table where I had found Mrs. Smith's, so I tried those first. Nothing exciting - one was cookies, and the other was a cake with a lovely, but completely non-erotic, birthday message. Hmm. The fridge? As I opened the door to the big, restaurant-sized refrigerator, I realized I'd hit the jackpot. First, I was confronted with a tray full of breasts. On the shelf below that, some exquisitely carved pussies. And on the very bottom, cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Wow, I had never before been simultaneously turned on and hungry! The aroma was distinct - the suggestive tidbits were all carved from marzipan.

I quickly ran out front to see if anyone was coming, and then just as quickly made my way back to the kitchen again, the refrigerator door still open. I knelt down so that I was eye-level with the tray of cocks, and slowly reached out to grab a small one, thinking I could rearrange the others on the tray and nobody would notice one missing.

With the stolen cock in one hand, I shut the refrigerator door with the other and walked over to the counter, where I found some chocolate syrup still sitting where Jonathan had obviously been using it to decorate some of his most recent creations. I drizzled a bit of the chocolate onto the end of the marzipan cock - marzipan and chocolate had always been one of my favorite combinations - and slowly sunk my teeth into the delicacy. As I savored the delicious flavor combination, I was slightly surprised at the combination of feelings running through my body - not only was I hungry for more, I was also turned on by the imagery, sliding this sweet little cock into my mouth.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt an arm around my waist, and a familiar voice in my ear. I spun around, shocked that I hadn't heard anyone come in, and was face-to-face with Jake. "I see you've discovered the loot," he said, a quirky little smile on his face.

Completely embarrassed for several reasons, I stammered, attempting to explain and apologize all at once. He responded by putting a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry, Kaylie, I'm not upset. We shouldn't have kept you in the dark for so long. As you've obviously discovered, Jonathan and I are actually running an erotic bakery. We sell custom cakes and cookies both here in the bakery and also online. But in a town like this, we'd never be able to hang up a shingle proclaiming what we do, so we have to do things kind of under the radar. I hope you'll still be willing to work here?"

"Oh, absolutely - I'm not offended by this stuff. In fact, I have to admit, I was turned on by finding all of those cocks in the refrigerator!" Again, I found myself saying something to Jake that I never would have said to another man, because I knew he was gay.

"You tried one of the small ones?" When I nodded, he quickly walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out one of the larger marzipan cocks - almost life-sized - and brought it back to me. "You should really try one of these, we put nuts in the bigger ones."

Before I could stop him, he was feeding it to me, shoving the candy-sweet cock into my mouth. As he did this, his other hand dropped to my thigh, his fingers tracing their way under my short skirt until his hand was on my panties. I gasped, the marzipan rod still in my mouth, but couldn't help but respond to his touch.

"I see you're already wet. How would you like a real cock in your mouth?" He pulled the sweet treat out of my mouth long enough for me to reply.

"B... but, what about Jonathan?"

"Oh, don't worry, he's not coming back this afternoon, and I already locked up out front. We won't be interrupted."

"No, I mean... um... won't he be jealous?"

"What? Why?"

Puzzled, I decided the best thing was just to be straightforward. After all, the man was cupping my wet crotch. "Aren't you gay?"

He laughed an honest laugh, obviously not offended, but also obviously entertained. "Oh, I see, when Jonathan introduced me as his 'partner', you assumed we were partners in all senses of the word?"

"Well, yeah! Aren't you?"

"No - we're best friends, going way back, and we love being in business together. But he's in a relationship with another man, and I'm, well, as straight as they come. And I've been barely able to keep my cock in my pants, watching you strut around the bakery in your cute little outfits."

"Oh, really?" I said flirtateously, grinding myself into his hand. "Well, the feeling is mutual - if I hadn't thought you were gay, I would have been throwing myself at you all this time."

His fingers now worked their way inside my panties, and as he touched my clit, skin to skin, I arched my back and moaned. He pushed the marzipan back into my mouth again, and began moving it in and out. I loved the taste, as well as the suggestive motion. As he slid a finger into my pussy, he pulled the candy cock out once and for all, and I watched as he reached for the chocolate syrup. He held it high in the air above me, slowly tipped up the bottle, and drizzled just a few drops into my mouth, then more onto my chest, which he quickly attacked with his tongue.

I reached for his belt, and then his zipper, and then his boxers, freeing him one layer at a time from his clothes. I didn't want to hurry the fabulous finger-fucking he was giving me, but I also wanted access to his cock. As he slid two and then three fingers into me, stretching my tight pussy and pumping it faster, I took the syrup bottle from his other hand, poured some of the sweet, sticky liquid onto my hand, and began stroking his half-erect cock.

"I suppose I should let you lick that off my cock?" he whispered in my ear as I ground my pussy onto his fingers.

"Oh, yes, please. Will you let me?"

He answered by pulling his fingers out of me and gently pushing me down to my knees. I quickly took his whole length into my mouth, savoring the taste of the chocolate along with the salty sweat from his skin. He took hold of my hair, and I began quickly moving back and forth on his cock, the chocolate flavor gradually disappearing as he grew in my mouth. I would have been happy to have him cum in my mouth, but he obviously had other plans, and pulled me to my feet.

He pulled my shirt over my head and my skirt down to the floor, leaving me in my 34C bra and matching lacy panties. He then pulled his own shirt over his head, so that he was now naked. Seeing his body was a huge turn on, but nothing compared to what he did next. He hoisted me up onto the counter, and then went to the refrigerator, coming back with a can of whipped cream. Before I could either protest or beg, he pulled my left breast out of the bra cup, shot a load of whipped cream onto it, and devoured it. As soon as he had cleaned off that breast, thoroughly licking and nibbling my nipple to make sure he had gotten all of it, he proceeded to do the same with the other breast.

When he was done there, he pulled off my panties, and reached again for the chocolate syrup, and very slowly drizzled a line from my navel down to my pussy. When the liquid hit my clit and then slipped between my pussy lips, I jumped with pleasure. "Please, eat me out," I begged him, but before the words were even out of my lips, he had started.

He traced the line of chocolate, tickling my navel with his tongue and then making his way to my clit. He licked in steady strokes from my tingling, engorged clit down to my pussy lips, occasionally darting his tongue into me. I let my weight fall back onto the big bakery work table, leaving my exposed pussy completely at his mercy. As he brought me to ever higher levels of pleasure, I involuntarily clamped my thighs around his head, and had my first orgasm in this position, his tongue now darting in and out of me quickly as his thumb manipulated my clit.

As soon as I had recovered, he helped me off the table, and when I was back on my feet, held me in a passionate embrace, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock against my body, and knew that I wanted to feel it inside me. This time I was going to choose the position, and I knew it would be one that would please him. Ending our intense kiss, I spun around, putting my forearms down on the table, and looking back at him over my shoulder. "Fuck me, Jake - I want you to take me from behind with that big cock of yours."

He responded quickly, but teased me at first, just rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy. I began bucking against him, trying to make him enter me, but he was stubborn, and I realized I wouldn't have him inside of me until I gave up control. I stopped moving, and he thrust into me, bottoming out in his first stroke. His cock was the biggest I had ever had inside of me, and the feeling of fullness almost brought me to another orgasm instantly.

Perhaps sensing the intensity of my feelings, he didn't move right away, but instead left his cock buried deep inside of me. As my pussy muscles began to pulsate around him, he reached around and took both of my breasts in one of his big strong hands, kneading them gently. Our movements then began simultaneously. As my pussy stretched a bit to accommodate him, he began stroking in and out of me, slowly at first, but then more quickly and with more length on each stroke. He brought his other hand around my torso as well, and with one breast in each hand, kept us moving together as our fucking reached a feverish pace.

He now let my breasts go, and positioned himself to take complete control. He used both hands to gently gather my long hair, which had been hanging loose, until he had it into a ponytail, which he then held with his left hand. His right hand again reached around my torso, but this time found my clit. As he continued to fuck me, he now controlled our pace by his hold on my hair, and brought me quickly to the verge of a powerful orgasm by fingering my clit. I had never let a man grab me by the hair before, but I found that I enjoyed letting go of control, leaving him in charge of our motions together, and even enjoyed the slight pain of the occasionally stronger tug.

He was now furiously fingering my clit, and I could tell he was about to cum. I let myself go, bucking wildly underneath him, just before he shot his load deep inside of me. He slowed significantly after he came, but he continued to stroke my pussy gently, which only prolonged the wave of pleasure that I was riding. When he finally pulled out of me, I could feel our combined juices trickle down my inner thigh as I collapsed in exhaustion onto the table.

After we pulled on our clothes, we both laughed at the mess we had left - splotches of whipped cream, drops of chocolate syrup, and a pool of cum. We diligently cleaned up the kitchen, knowing that Jonathan would have a heart attack if he saw it like this.

"So, as long as we tidy up afterwards, what do you say we do this again sometime?" Jake asked me with a wink.

"Sounds yummy. And can I help with the erotic baking from now on?"

"Oh, yeah - as long as you let me watch you work!"