9/9/09

"On a Wednesday???"

At first, Jenny wasn't much impressed with my idea to go out that night after work to celebrate.

"Well, yeah, there's not much point in celebrating 9/9/09 unless we actually do something, well, on 9/9/09! Come on, it'll be fun. It's been too long since we've gone out - let me call Anna too, it'll be the three of us, just like old times!"

I knew Anna would be more into the idea - not only was she usually the one trying to get us to go out for drinks, but I knew she'd be into my idea - using today's calendar oddity as an excuse to party. Even if she would tease me later about falling for all that numerology stuff. Hey, what are friends for?

"Oh, heck yeah, absolutely! I'll meet you there at 7," Anna replied when I got her on the phone and pitched my idea. "That'll give us time to go home first, and get dressed up - to the nines!"

I chuckled at her joke, thanked her for playing along, and called Jenny back. The second time around, she didn't take much convincing. It was all set. We'd meet at our favorite watering hole, enjoy a few drinks, and see what action we could find.

The three of us - Jenny, Anna, and I - had become fast friends when we met in college, shared an apartment together after moving out of the dorms for our senior year, and were doing our best to stay in touch a few years later, now that our lives had taken us in three different directions. Three different employers, three different apartments in different parts of the city. Over the years, we'd supported each other through challenges with family, school, and careers, not to mention various relationships. Right now, we all happened to be single, which is why I'd frankly been looking for an excuse for us to go out again as a trio. It was about time we all got a little action - and if we didn't happen to find that on a Wednesday evening, at least we'd have a good time.

It wasn't unusual for us to get a lot of attention when we went out together. Jenny has the body of a supermodel - tall and lean, with unbelievably perfect legs, and long blonde hair - natural, of course - and big blue eyes. Anna is equally gorgeous, if a completely different type. She's petite - a good six inches shorter than Jenny - but curvy, with olive skin, deep brown eyes, and thick wavy black hair. For some reason - maybe because we're all so different - we were never jealous of each other. I mention that as I share the fact that Anna and Jenny had always agreed that I was the 'hottie' of the group.

I'm 5'6", with a lean, firm body - and, I've been told by more than just a few guys, luscious tits. I have natural red hair which I wear long, half-way down my back, freckles across my nose, and big green eyes. Oh, and my name's Maxine, by the way - but everyone calls me Max.

We were enjoying an Indian summer, so even though it was September, with the stores already stocked for Halloween, we were dressed as if it was a warm evening in July. Jenny showed up in a blue, flowered sundress that matched her eyes, fitted around her torso with a full, flowing skirt. Anna was showing off her gorgeous dark skin in a tailored summery silk suit - a red sleeveless vest and matching shorts. I decided to go with an ivory-colored silk blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone, perfect-fitting jeans, and heels higher than I would normally wear.

We greeted each other as we arrived, found our usual table, and ordered a round of drinks as we chatted, catching up since we'd last seen each other a few weeks back. For the first hour or so, we behaved ourselves, our conversation centering around work, old inside jokes, and the fact that the bar was completely devoid of any action on a Wednesday night. Before long, though, we ordered another round, and our tongues loosened. We really were good girls, but part of our fun when going out was always to pretend to be a bit naughtier than we really were, and see what we could, um, bring up among the men in the bar.

"Alright, girls," I said loud enough for those around us to hear, "I think we should decide what we're going to do tonight to celebrate 9/9/09. You realize, right, that it's the last time for almost a century that we'll see repeating dates like this?"

"Yeah, so?" Jenny polished off her second beer and ordered another.

"Well, so, I was wondering - who's up for a nine-incher?"

Anna smiled, and chimed in, "or maybe a nine-way?"

A few heads began turning our way, and we chuckled to ourselves as the guys who were there with their girlfriends either had to move further away from us, or surreptitiously find an excuse to move closer.

"Or, if you're into the whole BDSM thing, there's always a cat o'nine tails," Jenny added.

A guy at the bar practically gave himself whiplash as he turned to look at her. She simply raised her glass and gave him a wink. We broke down into hysterical laughter.

When we recovered, I continued with our fun, using my Blackberry to visit UrbanDictionary.com. "Let's see what else I can find that we might try... ooh, have you ever heard the term 'niner shiner'? Apparently that's a whore or slut, kind of like you, Anna!"

"Hey, come on," she replied in mock horror at my racy comment.

"And hey, look at this," I said, as both of my friends leaned in to see my cell, "a detailed description of exactly how to have a nine-way!"

Jenny read aloud, much to the amusement of several guys at the bar, "quite possibly the most sex anybody can have with a woman at once and keep it satisfying for everyone. This little-known sexual "position" consists of eight guys and one woman for a total of nine people. The penises are allocated as follows: one in her mouth, one in her vagina, one in her rectum, one for each of her hands (making two), one for each of her feet (making two as well), and finally, one between her breasts. Needless to say, this requires some careful manoevering among the men in order to prevent knees and elbows from accidentally ending up in people's faces..."

Her voice trailed off, drowned out by our laughter. None of us noticed as the man approached our table, as we continued to collapse in laughter at the image of all these people trying to avoid elbowing each other in the face as they attempted to create a wild orgy. She managed to finish the silly definition - "as long as all of the above mentioned holes/surfaces are filled, it is an nine-way" - just as I looked up and noticed the man standing directly behind Anna, smiling in clear enjoyment at our enjoyment, and clearly not intimidated one bit by our feigned naughtiness.

"Well, hello there," I said, smiling back at him, "I'm Max, and these are my friends Anna and Jenny. Is there something we can do for you?"

"Well, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, and I'm thinking there's actually something I can do for you."

"Oh, really? And what would that be?" I waited for him to shift his gaze to Jenny or Anna for long enough that I could check him out. He was undeniably handsome, with an athletic build. He had clearly come to the bar that evening directly from work, as he was wearing a beautifully tailored suit. Talk about dressed to the nines. His five-o-clock shadow was catching up with him now that it was after 8pm, always a good look on a sexy guy. The seasoned lines around his deep blue eyes, and his salt-and-pepper hair, made me guess he was in his early 40s, although in he clearly had more than enough confidence to approach our table of 20-something hotties.

Jenny interrupted before he could answer, "I don't see you here with five other guys, so presumably you're not going to proposition us with a nine-way?"

"No, nothing so crass. Besides, that many guys would just get in the way when I'm pleasuring a young lady so lovely as yourself. My name's Jesse, by the way."

Jenny was taken aback by his forwardness, so Anna took up the slack in the conversation. "Alright, so what then? What can you, all by yourself, do for us lovely young ladies?"

"Well, it was a pleasure to hear that you're out celebrating 9/9/09, just like I am. I'm surprised more people aren't taking advantage of the excuse to get out. But perhaps it's because they can't imagine the possibilities quite as well as you or I. If you're up for it, I can offer you the nine-incher you're so curious to experience."

"Just her, or all of us?" I figured he was bluffing, so I might as well be the one to call it.

"Well, that depends. I'm willing to go the whole nine yards, keep the three of you on cloud nine for the rest of the night. But I get this feeling you're just bluffing. I'm not going to invest my evening in this adventure until I'm sure you're for real."

Wow, now he was the one calling my bluff. I decided to go for it. I wasn't sure whether Jenny and Anna would go along with me, but hey, if they didn't, I'd have this guy all to myself for the evening! I hoped they would, though - after all, going off with a stranger felt a bit safer if the three of us stuck together.

"Oh, I'm for real, I assure you. And my friends are too, right girls?"

"Um," Anna began uncertainly, "sure, what the hell. You in, Jenny?"

"If you both are, I'm not missing out!"

"Just one thing, Jesse," I looked deep into his eyes, "my pussy has nine lives, just like the saying goes. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Ah, a challenge from the lovely redhead. I thrive on challenge, it'll be my pleasure. Let's go."

"Oh, jeez," I whispered to Anna, "what has my big mouth gotten me into this time..."

We walked with him out to the parking lot, agreed to follow him to his apartment, and watched him get into his dark green Jaguar convertible with a vanity plate that read 'CHECKM8'. Hmm, a sign? We looked at each other in a bit of shock, a bit of uncertainty, but quickly agreed that we might as well see where this would lead, and followed him, a line of four cars taking the few blocks to his apartment slowly, carefully, as we were all a bit on the tipsy side.

His apartment was stunning, a top-floor unit in an old but recently restored building with high ceilings, hardwood floors, and lots of gorgeous detail. He told us to make ourselves comfortable on the sofa as he turned on a few lights and lit a few candles. He'd be right with us, he said.

"What the hell was that back there, Max, the pussy with the nine lives? You realize you'll never live that down, whether it turns out to be true or not?!?"

I smiled broadly. "Come on, Jenny, don't you realize it's a win-win either way? If he can actually bring me that much pleasure, and if I can actually manage to cum nine times before collapsing in exhaustion, cool. If not, it still sounds like a pretty hot evening, don't you think? Come on, we got this far, let's just see where things lead."

"Um," Anna broke into the conversation, after being silent from the moment we left the parking lot, "aren't you guys worried that this might be a little awkward? I mean, I love you guys, but what if..."
"Sex ruins the friendship?" I laughed at her, then, realizing she was seriously concerned, changed my tone. "Don't worry, Anna. This doesn't make us lesbians, you know - we're just three friends about to enjoy an evening with the same man."

Before she could respond, Jesse returned and sat down on the coffee table, facing us. "So, you girls ready? Come on, admit it, you do this all the time, right? The three of you pick up a guy and have your way with him?"

"No, honestly, Jesse," I replied in all seriousness, "this is a first for us. But if you've seriously got nine inches there," I reached out and stroked his crotch as I talked, "and you're up for bringing me to multiple orgasms, we're good enough friends to try anything together!"

"Alright, then! But hey," pushing my hand away, "if I'm going to come even close to meeting your challenge, we're going to start with you, not me. Jenny, Anna, follow my lead."

He put his hands on my knees, uncrossing my legs and spreading them apart. His hands moved down to my feet, pulling off my heels and tossing them aside. My friends were still just sitting on either side of me, unsure of what to do next, but as he continued to undress me, they joined in, the excitement of the moment outweighing the awkwardness. They worked together to unbutton my blouse and pull it off, and then began massaging my tits through the fabric of my bra. After massaging my clit through the fabric of my jeans, Jesse now worked to pull me out of them, as Anna reached around to unclasp my bra. Soon, I was wearing nothing but my panties, with three fully-clothed people surrounding me, fondling me.

Embarrassed as I am to admit it, I have to share, for the reader doing the math, that I came almost immediately when his hand finally pushed aside the fabric of my panties and he touched my pussy lips directly. It must have been the combination of sensations that pushed me over the edge so quickly - the accumulated excitement of the evening, the fact that Anna and Jenny were each sucking one of my tits, and the expert touch of his big, strong hands. He kept stroking me as I came, my juices flowing freely. After a few moments, he switched hands, giving Anna and Jenny each an opportunity to lick my juices from his fingers, breaking any last bit of ice that might still have remained between us.

His fingers now began to reach inside of me, and I groaned with pleasure, sliding lower on the sofa to give him better access as my friends continued to focus on my breasts. He began thrusting one finger in and out of my dripping pussy with a regular rhythm, before finally adding a second finger, and then a third. I pressed against him with each of his strokes to increase the depth, and exploded in another orgasm when he began flicking two fingers of his other hand rapidly across my clit. I screamed out until Anna silenced me with a kiss, a moment that might have felt strange if I weren't so overcome with pleasure. Instead, I eagerly played with her tongue as she thrust it into my mouth and I rode out the waves of pleasure.

Once again, Jesse just continued his attention to my pussy, pushing me steadily towards another climax rather than allowing me to rest. Not that I was complaining. It was now his tongue, rather than his fingers, that explored my clit and pussy. As I writhed beneath him, Jenny reached over me to kiss Anna, and I fondled their tits, which were meeting in front of my face. Their moans now joined mine, and after just a few more moments, I came once again, this time covering Jesse's face with my juices.

He stood up, red-faced and hair messed, and said, "How's that for a start, Max? Why don't you rest a bit while I pay some attention to your beautiful friends here."

"Whatever you say, Jesse," I replied breathlessly, still recovering from my latest climax. I stood up, finally removed my panties, and stepped back to watch as he went to work on them. I did need a break, but I also knew how exciting it would be to watch the three of them together. Anna and Jenny stood up and helped each other out of their clothes, soon standing naked before each other and Jesse, who sat between them on the sofa.

My two gorgeous friends embraced, pressing their naked bodies together and rubbing against each other, as Jesse placed one hand on each woman's pussy and began fondling them. It wasn't long before they were both squealing with pleasure, their occasional moans stopped only when their lips joined in a passionate kiss. Their threesome went on like this for a few minutes more, before I couldn't hold back any longer, and tried to join in.

"Ah, Max, so you're ready for more action?" Jesse smiled up at me from the sofa, continuing to finger my friends. "Well then, why don't you all join me in the bedroom."

He led us down the hall, and as soon as we arrived, he asked Anna and I to climb up on the bed. "Nothing I like more than watching two women pleasure each other in a 69 - you ever tried that?"

Anna and I looked at each other, old friends with eyes filled with lust. Neither of us had, with anyone, much less each other, but we weren't about to refuse. As we worked ourselves into the position with Anna on top, Jesse quickly undressed down to his boxers, and motioned for Jenny to kneel in front of him. A few moments later, we heard her gasp, and both looked in her direction.

"Yikes, I think you really are nine inches!"

"What did I tell you? Now, take me into your mouth."

He moaned in pleasure, and Anna and I went back to work, gently exploring one another with our tongues. As Jenny struggled to take even half of Jesse's cock into her mouth, he gave Anna further instructions. "Remember, Anna, I'm going to need everyone's help to give Max what she wants tonight. I'm counting on you to make her cum - but let me give you a little help."

He was standing close enough to the bed to reach out and touch Anna, and he gave her a couple of firm slaps on the ass followed by a gentle kneading of her flesh, then a few more slaps. With each stroke of his hand, Anna gasped breathlessly and worked her tongue and fingers even more furiously on my pussy. His approach worked, with Anna's excitement spurring her to work faster and harder, which in turn led me to moan into her pussy as well. Before much longer, we were both writhing in pleasure - my fourth orgasm of the night, and Anna's first - we clung to each other, continuing to lick gently even as we rode out the final waves of pleasure, before finally collapsing to the bed, spent.

"Nice work, Anna! Oh, and you too, Jenny - look how hard you've made me!"

Anna gasped now as she looked up and saw his hard cock, free from Jenny's mouth for the first time. "My turn," she exclaimed gleefully, and climbed off the bed and down to her knees in front of him.

"Wow, gotta love that enthusiasm! OK, Jenny, I'm counting on you to deliver another one for Max! How about another 69 for my... Oh, god, Anna, that's incredible!"

Jenny and I both watched as Anna displayed incredible skill in taking Jesse's cock almost entirely into her mouth, just beginning to gag at about 7 or 8 inches. Jenny and I sat up on the bed and watched for a few moments, awed by our friend's hidden talent, before the hotness of the situation finally got to us and we couldn't resist positioning ourselves to eat each other out. I was determined to bring Jenny pleasure by applying what I'd learned so far that evening about going down on another woman - much to my delight, I had her moaning in pleasure after just a few moments.

As I nuzzled her clit and thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy, Jenny erupted above me, covering my face with her juices and crying out with language I'd never heard from my friend. "Shit, yes, Max, that's so hot! Keep fucking me with your fingers, yes, yes, yessssssss...."

When she could no longer speak, and as she began to recover from her climax, she wrapped her lips around my pussy and sucked, then grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands to lift me up and began thrusting her tongue in and out of me, over and over again with unbelievable endurance, until I couldn't hold back any longer and finally came.

I was so spent at this point in the evening that I almost didn't notice at first, but Anna was simultaneously bringing Jesse to a climax. When Jenny finally climbed off me, and I sat up, I was treated to a great show as Anna was taking Jesse entirely into her mouth in long, slow strokes. As he approached his climax, he began thrusting faster and more shallow, before finally pulling out entirely and covering Anna's beautiful dark skin with a huge load of cum. He collapsed to the bed and watched as Jenny and I gathered around Anna and licked every last bit of cum off of her, each of us getting to enjoy a bit of Jesse's taste as Jenny and I shared a bit of his cum with Anna in kisses.

After a few minutes of watching us, Jesse was once again stroking himself and motioned for me to join him on the bed. Jenny and Anna watched as Jesse brought me into a 69 position once again. I lay flat on the bed, my legs spread wide for him, and he climbed on top of me, immediately burying his face in my pussy and presenting me with his hardening cock, which I took into my hands and began fondling while I licked his balls.

He varied his touch from the first time he pleasured me with his tongue, this time making long, slow strokes from my clit down past my pussy, as his fingers began gently probing my ass. I was now taking both his balls in my mouth and sucking gently as I continued to stroke his cock, but after just a few more moments of his attention, I began to lose concentration. My hands fell away from his cock as I screamed out my pleasure, my throbbing pussy succumbing to yet another orgasm. He thrust one finger deep into my ass just as I reached my climax, and cum squirted from my pussy, much to the delight of my sqealing friends, who helped Jesse lick it from my wet, hot skin.

It was once again time for me to have a break, although this time I was so exhausted that I stayed on the bed, curling up on one end as Jesse proceeded to take things to another level with my friends while I watched. He encouraged the two women to scissor each other, and they immediately caught on, rubbing against each other and quickly beginning to moan with pleasure. Jesse reached in and fondled whatever he could reach as they writhed beneath him on the bed - clits, nipples, tiny little assholes - and once again I could tell that Jesse wasn't pressing toward climax for any of them, he was merely buying time while I recovered.

Soon, the sight of my two hot friends rolling around on the bed, wrapped in a tight embrace, was enough to bring me back into action, and I joined Jesse in fondling their tits, until he finally decided we were ready for the climax of our evening.

"Now, I know you girls all want to feel this huge cock of mine inside of you, right?"

"Oh, god yes," Jenny answered immediately, "I thought you'd never ask!"

"Well, you'll each get your chance. But by my math, we still owe Max three more orgasms, if she can handle them. If I fuck you girls to your heart's content, can you help me out with Max again?"

"No problem," Anna said in mock seriousness as if we were in a business meeting, "I'll be happy to take on that assignment."

We all laughed, and Jesse claimed Jenny as his first pussy to fuck, guiding us into a position where she could also pleasure me. I lay in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide, while Jenny stood at the edge of the bed facing me, legs apart, pussy ready for the taking from behind. She fingered me for a few moments before Jesse pressed slowly into her, picking up her thrusts into my pussy as he did the same with hers. She cried out, once again surprising me with her uncharacteristically dirty mouth, once he bottomed out inside of her, obviously filling her more fully than she had ever experienced before.

"Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!"

Before long, she collapsed into the bed, face down, before Jesse reminded her with a few gentle slaps on the ass that she still had a job to do. She immediately proceeded to take out all of her boiling excitement on my pussy, nibbling my clit as she panted against my pussy and plunged in and out of me with two fingers at the same ridiculous pace that Jesse was using to pound into her from behind. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, and the site of my gorgeous friend's blonde head bobbing around on my pussy while Jesse pounded into her from behind finally sent me over the edge.

"God yes, that's it, I'm cummmming! Fuck her, Jesse, fuck her!" I collapsed once again to the bed, and watched as Jenny reached her climax as well, amazed at Jesse's stamina to keep pounding into her without reaching his own orgasm.

Before long, it was Anna's turn. She wanted to be in a slightly different position, and so climbed onto the bed with me, lying down with her head on the pillows, and wrapping her legs around Jesse as he climbed on as well. As he took his time pushing into her tight little pussy inch by inch, I climbed on top of Anna as well, sitting on her face. She licked me out for a few moments, but then pushed me away as she couldn't breathe and was gasping out in pleasure at the deep thrusts inside her pussy.

I scooted down the bed a bit, and lowered myself down onto one of Anna's beautiful tits, rubbing my clit against her hard nipple. Jesse leaned forward and kissed me, then squeezed my own nipples hard, as I began to rub against Anna's tit hard. I had never even imagined doing something so naughty, and was amazed at the intensity of the sensations, as it was almost as if I could feel Jesse's thrusts into Anna reverberating back into my own pussy as I pressed against her.

Jenny, who had been watching, came over and took Jesse's place pinching and squeezing my nipples, hard, as he returned his full focus to Anna's juicy pussy. I watched him press slowly in and out of her, enjoyed the variety of sensations as Jenny's hands left my nipples raw, but Anna's soft skin rubbed gently against my clit, and soon I was overcome once again. At this point in the evening, I had no concept of how many orgasms I'd experienced, but just knew that it was more pleasure than I'd ever imagined. The one thing I did know was that I still had Jesse's cock in my pussy to look forward to - the one sensation I hadn't experienced yet that evening.

As my mind was wandering with all these thoughts, and I was coming down from my latest climax, I felt Anna begin to writhe beneath me, and pulled my weight off of her chest just in time to watch her cum. Jesse pulled out, his cock rock hard, throbbing, and covered with her juices, and fingered her clit through the last waves of her climax, before she finally rolled over, contented.

We were all silent for a few moments, but my eyes were locked on Jesse's. "My turn?"

"Your turn. By my count, that's eight for you, one for me - how about one last for each of us?"

"Works for me, I've been lusting after that cock of yours all night."

With my friends once again watching, Jesse and I changed positions one last time. He was now on his back, his head on the pillows, and my two sexy naked friends sitting next to him. I climbed on top of him, facing him, and lowered myself oh-so-slowly onto his giant, throbbing cock. I knew that it would be an amazing sensation, and I wasn't disappointed, even after all the other wonderful sensations I'd already experienced that night. His cock was at least a couple of inches longer than any I'd ever had buried inside of me, and especially from this position, riding him from above, I was able to make the most of the feeling of fullness.

I lasted as long as I could, but knew it wouldn't be more than a few minutes, and I doubted he'd need much longer either, after furiously fucking both my friends. I moved us as gradually as I could - first making strokes of just a few inches over a period of two or three seconds, then after a few minutes, I had worked us to a furious pace, as I slid up and down his entire length every second, my ass slapping against his thighs each time I came down on him.

"Are you ready, Max? Tell me when you're there, I want to cum with you..."
Once again, I was amazed by his stamina and control. I glanced at Jenny and Anna, and even though I gave them no verbal instruction, it was clear they understood. They moved closer to me and each took hold of one of my breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples and bringing me to the verge of one final climax for that night.

"Yes, god yes, that's it! Jesse, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cummmmmmm!"

As soon as the words left my lips, I felt him jerk beneath me and shoot his load deep into my pussy. His motion pushed me over the edge, and I felt my whole body spasm, overwhelmed with a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. My friends supported my weight as I rode out the incredible peak of pleasure, Jesse's cock beginning to wither inside of me as it was covered with my flowing juices.

The four of us all fell to the bed, exhausted and completely satisfied.

"Well, girls, you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I'm going to hop in the shower. Perhaps we should do this again sometime? I'll let you decide amongst yourselves if anyone else wants to challenge my stamina."

Learning From the Master, Chapter 2

Jake would be arriving any moment, so I quickly glanced around the room to make sure all was as it should be. When we'd parted ways the weekend before, he'd given me specific instructions about how to prepare for our next project - today's project - painting the dining room. And after the lessons I'd learned in our first encounter, I wasn't about to disappoint him. Not only did I have a lot to learn about painting, there was also still a great deal he could teach me about the potential for pleasure.

So the ladder was in one corner, ready to help us reach the trim along the ceiling. I'd removed all of the furniture except for the dining table, which remained in the center of the room, covered with a drop cloth and serving as a work table. Cans of paint, brushes, and rollers were neatly stacked there. I had also brought out all of the other supplies I'd been conned into buying at the hardware store - although I had learned last week I didn't really need them to paint effectively, I was hoping Jake might have some additional creative uses for them.

Everything was ready, I thought to myself, as I wiped my brow, suddenly aware of how much I was sweating on this hot summer morning. Already scantily clad in a fitted t-shirt and shorts, I had no room to undress further, so instead went into the kitchen to put some cool water on a wash cloth. Jake knocked on screen door while I was still in the kitchen, and I hollered for him to come on in. I gave him a broad smile as we met in the dining room, but his smile quickly turned to a frown as he watched me pat my forehead and cheeks with the damp cloth.

"What's wrong, princess, are you too warm?"

"Well, just a little. It's supposed to hit 90 today, and I guess I got a little overheated moving furniture and carrying painting supplies in from the shed out back."

"I appreciate your diligence, everything does look to be prepared just as I asked. But I have trouble understanding how you can be overwhelmed with heat, wearing that skimpy little outfit, while I'm perfectly comfortable over here in my usual attire?"

"Hmm, maybe in addition to the warm weather, I'm also a little hot and bothered thinking about your visit today?"

"Again, Ashley, a little patience wouldn't hurt now and then." There was a smile in his voice, but his expression was still serious. "Now, listen carefully, so that we can get started. First, I'm disappointed that your hair isn't up in pigtails like it was last week. Do you suppose you could do something about that while I get things rolling here? No pun intended," he said wryly, glancing at the roller in his hand.

I scurried off to my bedroom, found a pair of blue hair ties that matched my baseball-styled blue-and-white tee, and quickly brushed my hair into two matching pigtails. As I looked into the mirror, I couldn't blame Jake for his request. The look was a sexy one. Just as quickly as I'd run into the room, I dashed back out to show Jake how eagerly I'd followed his direction.

"That's better," he said, not even looking up from the paint he was pouring into a roller pan. When he was finished, he looked up to see me once again wiping my brow. "Are you still complaining about the heat?"

"I'm not complaining, I'm fine!"

"Ah, and now arguing as well."

"No. I mean... I'm sorry."

"As hard as you've tried to follow my directions, it sounds like you still have some learning to do. Patience and discipline aren't exactly your strengths."

"I'm ready to listen."

"I hope so. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to ask you to go up on the ladder and paint the edge of this wall as it abuts the ceiling. That way, it will be ready for me to roll the rest of the wall."

I nodded in understanding, afraid that in my overeager way, I'd turned him off to any extra-curricular activities, and he was in fact just going to get to the business of painting. But again, I just wasn't being patient - his next statement showed he was still up for more.

"Take off your shirt and shorts, pick up your paintbrush, and climb the ladder."

I wasn't about to question this time, so I silently followed his instructions, happy that I'd taken the time that morning to pick out my favorite lacy powder blue bra and matching thong. I knew how sexy I looked, and a quick glance towards Jake's crotch confirmed that he was aroused. I put my paint can on the ladder's shelf, clutched my paintbrush, and climbed two steps to bring me to the level where I could reach my work.

"Good. Now, carefully, patiently, work that edge for me."

I did as I was told, focusing as much as I could on the task at hand, although completely distracted by the thought of Jake standing behind me, watching my nearly-naked body as I struggled to paint a clean line at the top of the wall where it met the ceiling.

"Nice work, Ashley. Keep it up no matter what I do, alright? This will be an exercise in patience and discipline."

I turned to look at him, but before my eyes could meet his, I was reprimanded with a slap across the ass with what I could only guess from previous experience was a stir stick.

"I thought I told you to keep up the good work?"

"Yes." My hand trembling with excitement, I went back to painting.

I could hear him move behind me, but didn't dare look back a second time. Soon, his hands were on my ass cheeks, massaging the flushed skin that still stung from his strike. His fingers began to weave in and out of the thin strap of my thong, and I struggled to keep my focus as the warmth grew between my legs. As I put a bit more paint on my brush and continued to work, slower now, he took a firmer grip on my thong, using the tension of the fabric to massage my clit.

I moaned and let my weight fall into the ladder, needing to keep my balance in spite of my growing excitement. With no punishment coming my way after a few moans, I let out a squeal after he quickened his pace. He released the fabric, snapping it back towards my skin, and after another moment, there was another firm slap on my ass with the stick, then another, even harder.

"Was there something you wanted to say, Ashley?"

"No."

Slap, a third time.

Realizing my error, this time I simply nodded.

Satisfied once again that I was paying attention, his hands returned to me, gently massaging my ass cheeks. "Good work, Ashley, much improved. Looks like it's time to move the ladder, so why don't you come down."

My knees wobbling, I stepped down off the ladder and watched as he moved it a few feet to the right, a position from which I could finish that particular assignment. I also couldn't help but noticing that his cock was now straining against his jeans, and took it upon myself to reach for his belt, figuring I'd await his reaction as to whether he wanted me to proceed.

He grabbed my outstretched arm by the wrist and spun me into him hard and fast, his other hand taking my paintbrush from me and setting it gently on top of the paint can on the dining table. My body pressed against his, he looked down into my eyes, and whispered, "And just what do you think you were doing? Are you trying to take control?"

"No."

"Hmm, I'm really growing tired of hearing that word from you."

Still clutching me close with one hand on my wrist, he reached to the table with his other hand, and my eyes followed, watching as he picked up the knife he'd used to open a package of rollers. "Eyes on mine, Ashley."

I obeyed, my eyes quickly meeting his again, as he wrapped both arms around me now, and the cold blade of the knife came to rest on my bare ass cheek. "Trust."

"Yes," I whispered, as I did indeed trust.

With one smooth motion, he wrapped the fabric of my thong around the blade and sliced through it, sending the material cascading to the floor. My eyes likely betrayed some surprise, but I remained still in his arms. "Good girl."

Just as quickly, he found the thinnest part of my bra strap and sliced through it as well, and then set down the knife and freed my breasts from their lacy enclosure. His big, strong hands now moved over my body, gripping and kneading first my breasts and then my ass cheeks, as I melted into him. He then turned me around, and my head fell back to rest against his chest as his hands reached around and began exploring my pussy. I instinctively spread my legs for him, and he gently stroked me, my juices lubricating his fingers as they explored deeper and deeper. Soon, he was furiously rubbing my clit with one hand while the fingers of his other hand plunged in and out of my pussy. I writhed in pleasure against him, and soon began whispering words of encouragement, "Yes, that's it, yes, more, more!"

It wasn't until my words took on that tone of direction that he reacted, his hands immediately stopping. I whimpered, but quickly understood, as he plunged his dripping wet fingers into my mouth, and I had no choice but to lick them clean, tasting my own juices for the first time in my life. His fingers still in my mouth, keeping me from speaking, he flashed me a naughty grin and began surveying the work table, clearly making his next plan for a combination of pleasure and punishment. His eyes settled on a mini-sized roller, which he plunged into my mouth just as soon as he pulled his fingers out, thus insuring my silence.

"Now, back to work, Ashley. I need you to finish that edge before we move on."

My clit still throbbing and my lips now straining around the foreign object in my mouth, I dutifully picked up my brush once again and climbed the ladder, this time naked. I longed for him to carry me down from this place, take me into my bedroom, and make love to me, slowly and gently; but I also had to admit to myself how incredibly turned on I was as he continued to challenge my controlling nature by asserting his own control in such blatantly sexual ways. I had indeed learned a few lessons of patience this morning, which I proudly demonstrated for him now. Even though I could hear that he was removing his clothes, even though I wanted nothing more than to spit out the irritatingly fuzzy and unbudging object in my mouth, I slowly, carefully, finished my work on the ladder, and awaited his command before coming down.

"Very nice, Ashley. I appreciate your hard work. Now it's my turn."

I came down from the ladder, set down my paint and brush, and he gently pulled the roller from my mouth. I admired his naked body as he stood before me, spreading paint onto his roller.

"Now, I'm going to roll a coat of paint on this wall. It should take just a few minutes. While I'm doing that, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Yes?"

"Go into your bedroom and get a few pillows, and then go to the kitchen and get a tablespoon. Bring those things back here, set them on the table, and wait for me to be finished."

Trying to move calmly, I nonetheless completed the mysterious tasks he'd given me quite quickly, and so was able to spend a few minutes leaning, naked, on the dining table, watching him work. He finished the wall, set down his roller pan and roller, and wiped his hands on the same damp cloth I'd used to wipe my brow when he first arrived that morning.

"Now, Ashley. Come here."

I walked the few steps towards him, until I was close enough to feel his breath on my bare skin.

"Take me into your hands, stroke me until I'm hard enough to give you a proper fucking."

I needed no more encouragement, and grabbed his cock in one hand, stroking it steadily as I tickled his balls with my other. After a few moments, he could wait no longer, and, pushing my hands away and pulling me closer, put his rock hard cock between my legs and moistened it by rubbing it slowly against my pussy lips.

"Grab a pillow, Ashley."

I reached back to the table, clutched at a pillow, and presented it to him.

Wordlessly, he spun me around, pushed me towards the table, and just before bending me over against it, encouraged me to place the pillow between my skin and the table. His body pressed firmly behind mine so that I couldn't move on my own, he forced my legs further apart.

"Now, take the other pillow, hold it in your hands, and press your forearms against the table."

As soon as I had done so, he plunged into me, and I cried out in pleasure as my pussy adjusted to the depth of his thrust. As he began pounding in and out of me from behind, I smiled at the thoughtfulness of his request that I bring the pillows. Even as the motion of our bodies pounded me into the table, I felt no pain, buffered by my plush pillows. If I weren't so overwhelmed by the power of his thrusts, I might have had time to wonder about the purpose of the spoon.

After a few more moments in this position, he reached down with one hand, grabbed my right leg at the knee, and lifted it until it was resting on the table as well. This new position spread me incredibly wide, and made his thrusts even deeper, and I began to cry out in pleasure. I knew I wouldn't last much longer before reaching a powerful orgasm, and I was amazed that he was able to hold back so long.

Even as I came, screaming out and writhing beneath him, he continued his steady pounding, slowing only when I had fully recovered from the longest orgasm I could remember experiencing. He waited until I pulled myself to my hands and looked back at him before he increased his rhythm once again and spoke.

"Now, Ashley, listen carefully. I've decided that I'd like to shoot cum all over your face, do you understand? That's why I've asked you to bring the spoon. Take it in your hand, please, and have it ready. When the time is right, I'll ask you to turn around, kneel before me, and take what I give you." As he spoke, the pace of his thrusts into my pussy increased, and his voice lost a bit of its power, turning instead to a husky whisper. "Remember the first rule I taught you? Not a drop hits the floor."

I nodded my understanding of his instructions, my hand clenched around the spoon, as he continued to fuck me. After just a few moments more, his motions became irregular, and he shouted, "Yes, it's time!"

As he pulled out of me, I quickly turned, dropped to my knees, and smiled up at him, my eyes meeting his just as he shot his load. After a few brief moments, my entire face was dripping with his hot, sticky cum, only some of which landed conveniently near my mouth. The rest was oozing down my forehead and cheeks, and I moved quickly to collect it with the spoon before any of it dripped to the floor. The few drops that did escape thankfully hit my breasts, and Jake merely smiled, massaging the sticky cum into my skin.

"May I have the spoon, please?"

I handed it over to him, and he fed to me what I had already collected, before slowly, affectionately, tracing the spoon once more against each cheek to collect the remainder and feed that to me as well.

"Good girl."

"My pleasure."

He pulled me to my feet and we began to survey the room. One wall finished, three to go. Oh, and a couple of cut-up pieces of lingerie in the middle of the floor.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, Ashley," Jake said as he watched me observe my favorite bra, ruined. "Those were nice. Don't worry, I'll replace them for you. Hey, why don't you give me a call sometime this week when you can take a long lunch, and I'll meet you at Victoria's Secret. I've always fantasized about fucking in a lingerie shop dressing room, think you'd be up for that?"

"Absolutely, Jake. Your wish is my command."

To be continued...