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** Chapter 1

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to ‘give…’ me an interview. Shit. I’m so nervous I’m shaking; I’ll bet I’m white as a sheet, I can’t even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom’s words screaming from her bed room, “He’s either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the black marketers, you’ll be gone and I’ll never see you again. I remember shouting back as I ran out the door; “He called ‘me’ in for the interview I’ll be safe I’ll make the cabby watch me go in. I ‘need!’ work!” Hell, I still hear the echoes of the slamming door after mom and I fought. My mom is sick; my little brother isn’t old enough to work, and they need somewhere to live, and mom’s disability isn’t enough to starve on much less pay the rent. I ‘want…’ them to have more than that. I want my Mom to have her medicine, a good doctor, and my brother Jeff to have his computer, games, and a college education. Mostly I want away from the dead end café jobs, and three hundred dollars is a start. Well here goes.”

“Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.”

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wife and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blind fold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave’s neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave’s hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.

His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; “We both played around on each other. I didn’t mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or ‘the crabs’ and one of Carol’s girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon’s rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time.”

Rachel’s mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon’s and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr’s advise ‘be ready to hit the deck running’ and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has ‘sold the rights’ to her body and mind.

Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point ‘this…!’ evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn’t even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave’s sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.

Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, “Are you okay?”

Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, “I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay,” then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.

“I can relate totally.” Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, “I would be scared too if I didn’t know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but… ‘I am…!’ demanding and so is my wife. Don’t tell her I said this but I think sheee… is much more demanding than I… a lot more. Are you hungry?” Dave asked and pleasantly added, “I could do with a little something.”

“I’m not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach.” Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.

“Ah…a woman after my heart… soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?” Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?”

Rachel’s eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, “I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it.”

“Good…follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it.” Dave piped out then turned somber adding, “I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave… we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon’s any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in.”

“What about a house fire?” Rachel nervously asked.

“No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb.” Dave brayed and quietly adding, “I will get into all that later.”

“I see security, security, and security.” Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile.

“Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?” Dave queried warmly.

“Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding.” Rachel said quietly.

Dave laughed as he said, “He is a stickler for detail.” And somberly added, “That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too.”

The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel’s mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, “There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers.” She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, “They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?”

“Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener’s day off.” Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, “We both come from families with money but we didn’t become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn’t as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot.”

“It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!” Rachel said in amazement.

“No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month.” He quickly corrected.

“You mean a day here and a day there?” Rachel quizzed quippingly.

“No actually an hour or two every few days.” Dave corrected again. “Well… lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee.” He directed.

“Okay. Where is every thing?” Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.

“I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself.” Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, “I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door.” And he pointed.

Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, “I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?”

“Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way.” Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, “How do you like your coffee?”

“I like it strong, hot, sweet and black.” Rachel replied firmly.

“I’ll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife.” Dave cautioned.

“Huh?” Rachel exhaled with surprised.

“What?” Dave pressed smiling.

“It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his ‘wife…!’” Rachel quipped humorously.

Oh…! Boy…! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife ‘A lot…! More’,” Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, “I haven’t thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!”

The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed “Soup’s on!” and then happily noted, “I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich.” She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, “Both Starr and ol’ Leon said I was a fast study I’m going to try to be the best yet.”

“My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let’s down our snacks.” Dave remarked warmly.

They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr’s warning echoed, ‘Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.’ Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.

Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, “Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can’t call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don’t answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry.”

“So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?” Rachel posed then asked. “Does this have a speed dial for 911?”

“I’m good let’s start the tour.” Dave replied then explained, “Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what’s wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs.” Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel’s heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.

At the end he turned smiled and said, “This is not the dungeon even though I call it that,” ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back.

“I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars.” Rachel enthusiastically recounted.

“We do not do power lifting, Carol says it’s really only for body sculptors.” He paused then smiled at Rachel, “I assure you…you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks…”

“Training program?” Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.

“Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines.” Dave explained and then cautioned, “Carol is… well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please.”

“Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have.” Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.

“I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall.”

They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, “My god a real pool table!” Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.

“You play?” quizzed Dave.

“I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one.” Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, “I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row.” She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.

“We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is.” He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, “Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I’m not as good as the table makes me look.”

As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, “This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and ‘act…!’ accordingly.”

“I’m not sure how a maid is suppose to act.” Rachel informed.

“Carol will ‘train…!’ you.” Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, “We will have a few family functions while you are with us.”

“I want to do good I just…” Rachel was cut short.

“You’ve seen movies with maids in them haven’t you?” Dave interrupted and queried.

“Well yes…” She answered sounding puzzled.

“Well there isn’t much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well… really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be… lets just say very ‘amorous!’” Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.

“I’m not beautiful.” Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.

“No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting.” Dave agreed and added, “but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did.” Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, “I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you ‘hell!’ I find you ‘very…!’ attractive!”

“Thank you that put me more at ease.” Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, “This is really nice better than my room at home.”

“I’m glad you like it. You know it doesn’t mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, ‘you pay your dues.’ I’m not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well… you’ll see.” Dave explained.

“And you? Do you want me?” Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.

Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel’s hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, “Definitely.” He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, “but we still have work to do. Let’s go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor.”

“All this real wood paneling has me worried I don’t know the first thing about caring for it,” Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife ‘Carol’ Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.

My name is Yu. I’m a 30-year-old Chinese girl and work as an editor in a big publishing house in the Southern Chinese city Guangzhou which has a population of 12 million people. The job is okay and also the salary is not bad but it’s not enough for my expensive hobby: travelling. I want to travel to America, Europe and also Africa. So some months ago I began to look if I could find a second job I could do in the evenings to earn more money.

When I went out in the evening to meet some friends in a pub I saw by accident an anouncement at the door of a bar: “We are looking for some waitresses. You should be pretty with a good figure and not be shy. We offer a very good salary.”

I have an university degree and so working as a waitress couldn’t be called a dream of mine but on the other hand it’s not easy to find another office job for the evenings and I also wanted to do something different from sitting at a desk what I already did the whole day. So I just opened the door and went into that bar. Inside there was a very big room with a lot of corners and small partition walls. It looked cozy. The light was quite dark and first I had to get used to it to recognize more. I went to the counter to ask for the manager and I was very shocked when I saw that the two girls behind the counter were topless! There breasts were totally naked and they only wore a very short mini skirt. In this moment three other girls with trays with glasses came to the counter. They were also topless. Now I understood why the had written they paid a very good salary: The waitresses there had to be topless at work. I stood there and was too shocked to say or to do anything. Of course I wanted to leave immediately but then one of the girls behind the counter asked me. “Do you look for a job?” I just nodded and said: “But I think this is not what I’m looking for.” The girl answered: “You should think about it. The salary here is really very good and the working conditions are okay too. As a waitress you can easily get more than 10,000 Yuan a month.”

10,000 Yuan, that are about 1,200 US Dollars. It’s more than double what I get for my editor job. But of course working in such a bar and especially being topless in front of strangers was unthinkable for me. So I said thank you and left the bar.

But the whole evening and the next day I thought again and again about the really high salary I could earn there and that could help me to fulfill my travel dreams. I must say that I’m really proud of my body: My figure is very good. I’m 170 cm (what’s quite tall for a Chinese girl) and my weight is 54 kg. I have really big breasts (36 C). Among my female friends I’m the one with the biggest breasts. So I thought there is really no reason to feel embarrassed of my body. But of course I also thought it would be unthinkable for me as a girl with a good social standard and a high education level to work topless in public. I thought again and again and finally I decided to give it a try.

I’m a very consequential person and when I have decided something I really do it. So in the evening I went to that bar again. I must confess that my heart was beating heavily when I stood in front of the door and that I really started to think it over again. But then I opened the door and went in.

This time I saw at least 10 waitresses in the bar. All of them were topless and their breasts were of different sizes. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach but I went to the counter where the same girl as in the evening before smiled at me. I told her I would like to talk to the manager because I was interested in a job.
The girl made a phone call and told me to wait a moment. I used the time to look around the bar. In the meantime my eyes had got used to the dark light. I saw that there were about 30 round tables with half-round sofas. Most tables were occupied by guests. At some tables there sat single men, at others there were 2 or 3 men and at one table even a couple (a man with his wife or girlfriend). About one third of the guests looked Chinese and about two thirds were foreigners. I saw Japanese, Koreans and also Westerners (Americans, Europeans). At most tables there were sitting one or two topless waitresses beside the guests. At those tables where the guests were sitting alone the waitresses were just on the way to or from the bar to bring new drinks.

Suddenly a male voice said to me: “Hello, you are interested in a job?” It was the manager. He was a man in his fourties with elegant clothes and a quite sympathic face. He was from Taiwan as I heard later. He asked me to follow him to his office.

In his office he let me sit down on a chair and sat himself on another chair at the other side of a small table. He asked me for my name and age, what I did in the daytime and for my reason to look for a job at his bar. I answered everything. Then he explained to me what I had to know about the job:
“As you have seen the waitresses in this bar have to be topless. That might let you feel embaressed at the beginning but you will soon get used to it. The salary will help you with this. I pay 5,000 Yuan as a monthly salary but with the tip you get from the guests you can at least double it. You have to work 6 nights a week from 7 PM to 1 AM. One night a week you are free and it always changes on which day of the week you have your night off. What you have to do is this: When a guest or a group of guests comes the head waitress – I will introduce her to you later – will send usually 1 or 2 of you to accompany them to a table. From that time on you are that guests’ personal waitresses. You give them the menu, take the orders and pick up the drinks at the counter for them. Of course you should try to get invited to have a drink with them. When they have got their drinks you sit beside them and talk with them. That’s all. I guess you will have some more questions.”

I asked: “What will happen if the guests try to touch me?” The mangager answered: “It depends on you if you allow that. But of course the nicer you are to the guests the more tip you can expect from them later. Sometimes they give a lot and it’s all your’s. In any case be polite to the guests if they try to do something you don’t like. We don’t want to have angry and unsatisfied guests. If you really don’t go well on with a guest ask the head waitress to get replaced by another girl. And this is important: Only touching is allowed. No real sex inside the bar! Or the authorities may close the bar. You can take of your skirt and be totally nude if you like. That’s no problem. But no more activities than touching. It is your business if you make any agreement or appointment with a guest to do something else after you have finished your work at 1 AM. That has nothing to do with the bar anymore.”

When I listened to him I thought he must be crazy to think that I would take of my skirt to be totally nude or that I would want to have sex with any of the guests. But I had already decided to work there at least for a short time to try. So I answered: “I understand. When should I start working?” The manager looked at me and answered: “I think you will understand that at first I want to see your breasts to be able to decide if I can let you work here. So would you please take off your dress and bra?”

I had already expected something like that and so I wasn’t surprised about that question. I stood off, stripped my dress and unclasped my bra. I really felt very embarassed when I took my bra off while he was looking at my breasts. I felt my nipples become erected. He looked at my nude breasts for one long minute and said then: “You really look fantastic. Very big and beautiful tits. Of course you will get the job.”
I said thank you to him and took my bra to put it on again. But he said: “Wait! Don’t put it on again. Can you start working today? Immediately?” I felt taken by surprise because I had not expected to start immediately. I had hoped to have some time to think about everything. But it went faster than I had thought.

The manager called for the head waitress and told her to prepare me. I followed her holding my dress in front of me to cover my breasts to a cloakroom where the street clothes of the waitresses were hanging. The head waitress was 2 or 3 years younger than me. Her name was Ming. She was topless like the other girls and had small nice formed breasts with long and dark brown nipples. Ming gave me one of the very small skirts that all of the waitresses wore and told me to put it on. I wanted to take the skirt above my slip but she said: “Stop! You don’t want to put that skirt over your slip, want you? Of course you can’t wear anything under the skirt.” I started to protest but she interrupted me: “Don’t be silly. No girl wears anything under the skirt. It would look ridiculous.So take your slip off.” Hesitating I took my slip off while she was staring at my pussy. I have a very thick bush of 6 or 7 cm long black pussy hair that was standing in every direction. Ming said: “You have so much hair! It would be a pity to hide such a nice bush under a slip. Now put the skirt on.”

The skirt was just a very small piece of fabric that was hold by an elastic band. It looked more like a very broad belt than a skirt. It was much too small for me because I have a tall body. I saw that some of my pussy hair sticked out in the bottom below the skirt. I told Ming that the skirt was much too small for me and that I couldn’t wear it. But she said: “Of course you can. Let me help you.” She pulled the skirt some centimeters down. Now there was no hair sticking out in the bottom anymore but now a strip of 2 cm of my pussy hair was outside above the skirt and the long hairs were hanging over the skirt’s rim. Ming was very enthusiastic: “That looks great! Absolutely sexy.” I said: “I need to shave the hair there so that it can’t be seen anymore.” but Ming answered: “No! You won’t shave! Let it ike this. It looks very sexy. There are some other waitresses that also have so much pussy hair as you and wear their skirts like that. Be sure you will get extra tips from the guests when you look like that.”
I protested again but finally gave up because she insisted on me wearing it like that.

When we left the cloakroom and entered the bar I felt embarrassed like never before in my life. I had the feeling as if everybody was only looking at me: at my nude tits and at my 2 cm strip of pussy hair that was outside of my skirt. At this moment the bar door opened and 2 Western men came in. Ming called another waitress from a corner next to the cloakroom (some waitresses were sitting and waiting there) and told her and me: “Those are your guests.”

The other waitress, her name was Li, told me to follow her. We went to the two men who were waiting at the entrance. Both men were staring at my tits which are really big for a Chinese girl. I nearly fainted and had to pull myself together. Li put one man’s hand and gave me a sign to take the other man’s hand. Then she went with her guest to a table in the back and I followed her with the other man. Can you imagine how I felt? I have an university degree as a master of Economics, can speak three languages, have a good office job and now I was walking nearly totally in the nude beside a man who was wearing all of his clothes!

This happened to me years ago when I worked nights as a janitor in a building downtown. One of my jobs was to sweep the stairs in the building. There were 20 flights and I took the elevator to the top floor and then I would sweep my way down to the basement and then I’d be done.

At the 15th floor I started to hear some noises that sounded like moaning and slapping. I put down my broom and went another 3 flights down thinking I may witness a crime or something. Instead what I found was some dude and a chick having sex. I could watch them from a floor up and it the dimly lit staircase I could see them but they couldn’t see me. She was a hot blonde with big floppy tits and he was a medium built guy.

She was busy slobbing his knob and he was twisting here titties and mashing her boobs. This was awesome, here I was with a bird’s eye view and these two were going to fuck and I was going to get to watch. She worked his pud like a pro and he was moaning and she was slobbering all over his dick. Hell I had to do something about my cock, which was now trying to rip free from my pants. I unzipped my pants and fished by dick through my underwear and started to beat my meat while watching these two go at it. She pulled off of his cock and took off the rest of her clothes and leaned over the rail and he entered her from behind.

It was like the were facing away from me but a flight down. I could see his meat slide in and out of her cunt. She was moaning and he was grunting and I was stroking my hard pud in rhythm to their fucking. They fucked like that for about 5 minutes then she said she wanted to be on top. He pulled out of her with a slurp that I could hear up where I was at. He then sat down on the steps and she straddled him. I needed to move to get a better view so I went down around the next turn and I was then standing so they were straight ahead of me and down a flight. I could watch her but I could only see his head and legs. Her ass was awesome as she rode his bone.

I just stared at it as she fucked him raw. I was building up a pretty good head of steam myself what with watching them and stroking my meat feverously. She came hard and the guy started to really fuck the hell out of her. He moaned that he was gonna cum and she jumped off of him stepped a couple steps down and took his rod into her mouth. He grunted and thrust up into her and pumped his load into her mouth, That’s when I lost it and I too started to cum. My jizz rained down directly on them dousing them both with my sticky seed. Most of it landed on her back and ass but some got on him too.

They both screamed and he yelled “What the fuck” and looked up the stairs but I was already stuffing my slippery pud into my jeans and sprinting up the stairs to my broom and out the door three stories up from them. I took the elevator up three more flights to an Janitor’s closet where I hid for about 20 minutes before slipping out and heading to my next job for the day. I went back the next night to clean the stairs and when I got to the floor they were on My jizz was all over the stairs and so was what they had left.

I later found out that he was the C.E.O. of the company and she was his secretary because I came back a few days later at 9:00 a.m. and followed then to their floor. I later asked someone who he was and they told me. Ha ha so not only did I get to watch them fuck and douse them with my spunk but he paid me to do it. What a deal. I wonder how much his wife would pay to know who he’s banging at work?

I grew up on a farm, only with brothers. This was no big deal, because we have the whole place to play on and to explore. When we started to attend school, we go to the hostel and there was lots of friends to be around with. As I got older, I experience a gab in my relationship with the girls. Although the girls in my class was very fond of me, I don’t know how to relate and blushed very easily when they start flirting – even when we were in the lower grades. To worsen the situation, I was in a car accident that keeps me in pain and out of circulation for the last years of my school career. Luckily, during my last year the pain started to subside and I could start walking more easily.

I grew up in the 60’s when the mini was introduced and enjoyed the sight of all the tights and panty-covered asses that was at display, especially when the wind was blowing, or the girls climbed stairs. Not to mention when they get on their bicycles or when they played sports like tennis or net-ball! There was one particular girl in our class with perfect legs – or as someone has conveyed his gratitude: “if I have legs like that, I shall constantly walk on my hands”. Her dress was one of the two that was the shortest in the class and the hemline just-just passed the rules. Her motto was: “when I sit down, I shall do it in such a way that the hem of my dress moved as high as possible up against my legs.” She was very successful in doing this and on top of it, she was very careless when crossing her legs. Another habit of her was to sat astray over the chair and in that way, her hem moved further up her legs while sitting down, even so far that sometimes, you could see the top-end of her panty. She was so successful with this, that one of the young woman teachers keeps telling her: “Hazel. close your legs!” I have never heard that complaint from one of the male teachers! The teacher that gave her so grieve because of her leg-showing, was self guilty in “showing-it-all-the-way”, even the horizontal top of the V between her legs.

But here my knowledge of a woman’s body stopped. Those days any exposure of nudeness in pictures (or in public) was a taboo. The first time that I saw a woman’s titties, was when I was 12 or 13, and I have always wondered how a pussy looks like. My first eye contact with one, was during my second last school year and it was by accident. After the vehicle accident, I lived during the week with an old lady that gave lodging to school children in the lower grades and it was here that I saw my first pussy. One evening I came home well after sunset and on my way to my room, I passed the window where the oldest girls live. The curtains was not closed properly and because I walked very slow, it was easy for me to look inside their room. On one of the beds facing the window, sat three of them in their nighties and pantyless busy with their toe nails. What a sight! They were in the beginning stage of their development and above their slits was only fluffy hair.

Just the next week, late one evening, I was once again on my way to my room when I walked pass the old lady’s window and I stop in my tracks. She was busy undressing and had just lifted her petticoat over her hips. To my delight, she was facing the window! Next she unhook her bra and her massive sloppy tits were exposed. I never imagined that a woman’s nipples can be so big and dark! Next her panty came down to revealed her huge bush of black curls. At that time my cock was already in my hand and I was pumping like mad. Soon my white milk was flying everywhere. She puts on her nighties and went to bed. This has arouse me a lot and I was thinking of ways that I could see more. This was not easy because I make to much noise if I left my room.

But something else happened as a result of this and together with those exposed bodies that I has seen, starts voyeurism in me. My room was separate from the other boys and I have the privilege to study in my room while they have to go to the dining room. It was summer and I studied without a shirt when I was overcome by lust. I removed my pants and underpants. Totally naked and with closed eyes, I started to play with myself until I blew my load in the air. What I haven’t noticed, was that the lady who helps the old lady in the house, was on her way and her path took her past my window. When I opened my eyes after the pleasure has gave it last enjoyment, I could not see her, but when I turned my head to get of the bed, I saw her body from her shoulder downwards in the mirror, standing without any movement. In a rush I put on my pants and she started to walk again. Me made eye contact when she came into view and her expression told me that she has thoroughly enjoyed it, but she was unaware that I have noticed her. This has leaded so a lot of similar events and on more than one occasion, I saw her push her dress between her legs and squeeze her tights together, without realising she is masturbating with me.

After school I went to varsity and then the “gab” in my relations with girls become even more frustrating. After about 3 years there, we were a couple of friends than did most every thing together and have a lot of fun, all on a platonic lever. This change one particular Saturday. Together with other mutual friends, we enjoyed a day of fun in the sun and around the swimming pool. None of us was very fond of to much booze, mainly because all the mess that people make when the could not control themselves. Thus nothing happened that we can blame on “I didn’t know what I was doing…” or “I was not myself…”

As far as I can remember, the two-piece was introduced those days, but only the “wild” girls wear it and none in our group was “wild”. Because I have lost a couple years do to the accident, I make the most of it when I got a change to play. This leave me exhausted at the end of the day. On our way home, I dozed off and my head landed on the breast of the girl sit next to me. At first I don’t realized what has happened, but the stage between there and not there, I felt for the first time the softness of a girls titties. The enjoyment were more than my shyness and I kept my head there, pretending to be asleep.

Although we were “dull” by some of the measurements of my fellow students, we have more fun than what they had experienced with their lots of booze, and without the headache the next morning. This doesn’t kept us to be willing slaves of some of the fashion trends. As it was the fashion of the day, all the girls wear mini’s, regardless if they have the legs for it or not. This resulted in a lot of growings between men’s legs because if you sat at the right angle, there will always be the opportunity to look between a girls legs. The dresses were just to short to keep such a view closed. Then there were those more daring girls that wear see-through panties! It was before the days that women shave their pubic hair. For me who was not accustomed to it, it was exciting to watch all the display of legs and the periodically display of a darker patch.

This has made me extremely horny and I threw a lot of self-helped parties, all by myself, or so I have thought. I still can remember as an adolescent, how afraid I was the first time I saw cum blowing out of my cock! Anyway, as a student, I came and go from the outside room where I lodged. One of the daughter of this couple was about 4 years my junior. A regular friend of her, was an attractive and sexy girl, but cheeky. Because of my lack of confidence, she made me nervous and I stay out of her way.

Then out of nowhere, she started to be friendly with me. This made me even more nervous and when I discovered the reason for this change, I wanted to run away, but after a while I starting to enjoyed it. One evening I was walking naked in my room with my cock as stiff as it can be. When erected, my cock is 8” and rather thick, with the head 1½” long. My balls are also above average. Each nut is 2” long. Without me knowing it, she had come to fetch some clothes at the clothes-line and saw me. Her cheekiness was her way to hide her lack of confidence with men and this was the first time she saw a naked man, left alone an erect cock! This leaded to many exposure from my side and voyeurism from her. If I only knew back than that a hard cock can makes a woman’s juices flow!

I pretend not to know, but move the mirror in such a way that I could lay on my bed…busy studying of course!…and watch her without being caught doing it. Needless to say, during such a time my cock was a constant flag-pole pointing to the ceiling and was often leaking pre-cum. Unfortunately they moved out of town before more could happened, except for the last time she played a peeping-tom. Because of the anticipation of her last visit, I have played and touch my cock a lot, bring me a couple of times to the edge. With her watching longer as normal, the excitement was to much and my nuts gave in under the pressure, releasing their grip. I was pumping out all my waiting in white steams without touching my hard cock or my empting balls. I climaxed more powerfully as normal when hearing her gasped for breath.

Time to come back to that first-time-snoozing-on-boobs-girl. In our group, this girl’s dresses were the shortest. She also has the habit when she was seated, to remove any folds from her dress by lifting it a couple of inches before pulling it straight and let it down again. This gave everybody in front of her, a perfect view of her legs up as far as her hips. As time goes by, she allowed me more privileges. She was the first to allow me… I must rather say, with whom I have enough courage to do it…to slip my hand underneath her bra. The sensation to felt for the first time a hard nipple brushing over my palm, was out of this world. My favourite however, was to slide my open hand between her titties.

Why? I don’t know, except that during the first couple of times, my eggs decided on their own to gave my cream permission to rush to the top of my shaft and exploded out of my one-eye-mushroom, to make a complete mess of the front of my pants. How do you explained to a girl that was just as uninformed as you, what has just happened? She haven’t yet seen a full grown cock!

Months after my hands was familiar enough with the soft roundings of her full twin peaks (I later discovered that she was a 36C), with the pebble hard nipples in the middle, and with the warmness of her tights, my hand travelled without resistance deeper in between her legs. She has not open her legs to gave my fingers access to her delicacy, nether has she pressed it together. Although, when my hand needed more space so that my fingers could slip into her juice filled slit, she moved her legs sideways. Neither have I knew that wetness was a direct result of an aroused woman, or what the purpose of a clit was. One of our favourites was when our group went to the country to enjoy the fresh air, to walk close together, my fingers buried from behind inside her treasure, caressing the sides and made her nectar dripping on my hand.

After a very long, long time, she started to slipped her hand into my pants and the first time she touched a cock, was also the first time a grownup woman touched my dick. It took quiet a while for her before she started to explore my hardon. It would happened rather sooner than later...my cock was not used to be touched by a woman and have never being able to get accustomed to this way of caring. It was a shock for her when I download my excitement because of her attention to my coupling-rod and nuts.

When she moved into a flat on her own, our lovemaking became more intense and for the first time I was able to strip her naked. She returned the favour and as a first for both of us, she saw a man squirted out his delight when there have been taking care of his tools. Because I’ve waited so long, I pumped out a lot of cum. This also became a regular until finally, I was able to lower my lions between the open legs of a woman. I was surprise with what ease my pricker slipped into the access tunnel of her playground. What took me by total surprise and with such an overwhelming joy that I nearly blow my load just there and then, was the unexpected warmness inside her. She stopped me when only an inch more than my head was inside. Even this was very disappointing, I will never forget that absolute sensation when that juicy warmness engulfed a part of my brains.

A girl I was fucking several months back (and who I still see off and on) had a secret side to her personality. Just meeting her you'd think she was a real good girl. But, I discovered something else entirely. We were fooling around in her parent's living room one time, just groping and kissing like most teen agers do, when I told her about a fantasy of mine.

I suggested that she dress up in the shortest bikini she owned, so that she had a dirty-girl look, and we'd walk down to the beach and have sex anywhere and everywhere possible. She hesitantly agreed to the idea and went off to get ready, mean while I popped some sex vitamins to give anyone who might see us a good show.

I waited for her out side, and when she stepped out of the house I nearly came in my pants. She looked dirty alright, but she couldn't shake the innocence and was the cutest looking slut of all time. We walked for about 10 minutes, the whole time with my right hand down the back of her bikini rubbing her perfect arse and her left hand in my shorts pocket stroking my cock.

We walked quickly to the end of the jetty and went for a quick swim out to the reef I sat down on a towel we brought with us and she stood in front of me so that I was facing the shore and she was facing out to sea. She was facing me and pushed her bikini bottom aside, she wasn't wearing panties. All that was there was her tight already wet pussy; I wanted to fuck her so hard.

She kneeled down in front of me and rubbed my cock for a while to get it as hard as it would go, I thought it was about to explode right there, but those vitamins seemed to be doing their job. She then slipped a rubber onto my throbbing cock and straddled me sinking down onto my cock; she took the whole thing inside her. She bounced up and down and lifted her top so that I could play with her nipples. We loved every second of it, totally oblivious to the rest of the world.

Just when I was about to cum I looked over her left shoulder to see a small group of young couples (three pairs of 18 year olds) standing on the jetty watching her ride me like a horse. I waved at them and lifted lovers higher too show them my cock sliding in and out of her, they all just stared in disbelief. I must have cum for a good 40 seconds watching them enjoy the show... and my girl never knew what was going on behind her.

It all began when my girl and I had a few drinks and decided to go the park one night. It was around 9 p.m. We decided to go for a walk, but I had one condition. She had to take off her t-shirt and bra and walk around with just her zip up hoodie on! Even though she was a little hesitant she decided to do it.

Now, let me tell you about Lisa. She is about 5'11" and an athlete. She has really strong sexy legs and a perfect ass that I just love to play with. Her tits are firm and round, and she a short blonde hair, to me, she has the perfect body. I am not as athletic standing about 6'1". My dick is about 6 inches long and about 4 inches around...nothing special, but it seems to get the job done for Lisa.

So, we started our walk. As we were walking I would periodically grab her from behind and kiss her neck to get her going. While doing so I would zip her hoodie down a bit so I could get a good feel of her tits. This really turned her on. I would only do this for a few seconds then stop and continue to walk. I was really trying to make her hot! And it was working. After about 20 minutes of me teasing her we decided to go somewhere in the park on main south road that was a little more private. As soon as we got alone and in the dark we started making out like two yr 8’s at the cinema. We loved it! As we were making out, I slowly unzipped her hoodie releasing her spectacular tits. I slowly worked my way down her neck, kissing and licking all the way to her tits. I started with the right one and slowly sucked on her nipple, which was by now hard enough to cut glass. Her moans of pleasure where definitely a good sign I was doing the job. As I sucked on her nipples, I let my hand work its way down to her hot pussy. I started rubbing her through her jeans. I finally looked around to see if anyone was there...and of course there wasn’t, so I decided to try and get her out of her pants. With the snap of her button and the zip of her zipper and one quick motion her pants where around her ankles. She was standing in her hot little boxer shorts that I absolutely LOVE! Worried that someone will see, she tells me we can't do this.

I begin to rub her through her boxer shorts to take her mind off of possibly getting caught. As I rub her, I begin to suck her tits again. The moisture and heat radiating from her pussy is amazing. I'm rock hard by now and there is nothing I want more than to fuck her soaking wet pussy. I slowly slide her boxers down revealing her nice shaven soaking wet snittie to me. I take her panties all the way down and when I do, my face comes level to her crotch. I begin to lick her snatch. As I do so, she leans back onto the grass and she spreads her legs as wide as they go and I dive right in working her clit with my tongue while she has one hand behind my head pushing my face deeper into her. I insert 2 fingers in her pussy as I lick her clit. She is in pure ecstasy as my finger fucking and clit licking send her over the edge.

With her first orgasm out of the way, I decide it is time to fuck her. I stand up and remove my pants. My rock hard cock springs out and aimed directly for the target. I move in and gave her a big kiss and at the same time ease my cock into her. Her deep moan of pleasure is like music to my ears! The position she is in allows for me to enter her fully. It is so hot in her pussy that I can hardly handle it. I slowly begin to pump in and out. I gain speed as she moans with approval. My pace is now rapid as my balls are slapping her ass. After about 5 minutes of fucking her hard and sucking her tits, I reach one out and start playing with her tits. The other hand goes directly to her clit. I squeeze her tits as start rubbing her clit meanwhile pump her in and out, Hard, Soft, Fast, Slow, Constantly changing the rhythm so I don't cum too quickly. She begins to moan louder and I know what is coming. She says that she is going to cum and for me to fuck her harder. I respond by fucking the hell out of her. All at ones her body tenses and she explodes her pussy juice all over my cock. This is enough for me and I release rope after rope of hot cum into her pussy.

I collapse on top of her. But we weren’t done yet, after a couple minutes she rolled me on my back and positioned her head between my legs so she could get at my throbbing shaft, she looked up at me and made eye contact as she licked the bottom of my shaft slowly, working her way up to my throbbing crown. She did this a couple of times, finally slipping her mouth on my dick. She went down halfway first, slowly and just as a warm-up. She had one hand on her tits caressing and pinching and grabbing them, the other hand resting on her clit, rubbing it slowly. I had my hands on the back of her head. I threw my head back in pleasure and she went the full way, I felt my dick hit and slap the back of her throat, teasing my head. She went as fast as she could now, it wasn’t long before I felt the cum building up inside of me. "I’m about to cum" I said and to my surprise she took the hole thing in her mouth I shot my load violently, in plentiful streams down her throat. After my dick finished spurting she licked up all the extra seamen she could, craving for the creamy substance.

After a couple minutes we realized we are still outside. We look around and no one is there, so we slowly put our clothes back on. As we walk back to her house she said that we have to do that again some time, I whole heartedly agree.

This is my favorite story, but it does have one major drawback, because I didn’t use a rubber I now have a child on the way. Remember kids always use a rubber or I’ll rip your cock off.

Milton is a coworker of mine. His appearance could be best described as that of a young Les Nessman, a character from the TV show “WKRP In Cincinnati”. Like Les, Milton wears little bowties, glasses, and is generally nerdy. He is in his mid-thirties and quiet but very intelligent…sort of a milquetoast. Over the past year he and I have become friends. However, I had no idea how highly Milton regarded me until very recently.

One day at work, Milton was getting ready to go to lunch. In walked one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She looked to be in her late-twenties with long dark hair, an incredible body and a sweet smile. This beautiful lady walked straight up to Milton and asked if he was ready to go. They left hand in hand, but before they did Milton introduced the lady as his wife Maureen. He had mentioned her before but I had never met nor had seen any photos of her. She could have easily been a supermodel or centerfold. Maureen looked alot like “Wonder Woman”, or rather Lynda Carter, the actress who played her on TV. Tall, tan, and quite voluptuous with a perfect 36D-24-34 body. All natural…standing 5’10” and weighing about 130. Made me wonder how Milton ever snagged such a fox. Milton informed me that she was attending the local university pursuing a Master’s Degree in Marketing and that they had many similar interests and tastes in music, movies, and travel.

Over the next few days, Maureen became our topic of conversation at work. Milton said that she had not stopped talking about me since we met and also that she suggested we all get together socially. That sounded like a good idea to me, so that Friday night we went to dinner then a club. Maureen explained that Milton didn’t really like to dance and asked if I would mind dancing with her instead while Milton sipped his drink at the bar. I agreed and we both spent alot of time on the dance floor. Maureen wore a low cut blouse with no bra. Her full breasts swayed to the beat of the music. Every man in the club had his eye on her. No one knew she was married to Milton, rather they thought she was with me. I later found out that Milton was a bit of a wallflower and Maureen had come up with the idea of going out dancing since I was coming along. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that I was taking Maureen out on a date. Anything to help a friend…that is my motto. She had a great set of legs and I later found out she hadn’t worn panties. My hard-on rubbed against her when we danced and she had to have felt it.

The three of us had lunch a few times over the course of the next couple of weeks. I learned that they had been trying to conceive but could not. Milton had been diagnosed with having a low sperm count and a very low sex drive. Maureen, on the other hand, had a very high sex drive. One day at the office, my phone rang and it was Maureen on the line. She asked me to lunch that next day and I readily accepted. I figured that Milton would be joining us but he did not. At the restaurant, Maureen dropped a bombshell on me. She told me that she and Milton had been talking and that they had a proposition for me. Milton was afraid to talk to me about this himself so that is why Maureen showed up to meet me for lunch. It seems they had been talking a long time about the possibility of Maureen taking on a lover, and they had decided on me. Maureen told me she loved her husband deeply but he did not satisfy her sexually and that she wanted to be fulfilled. They had been married a little over two years and wanted to stay together but her husband wanted her to be happy so he suggested she get a boyfriend on the side. Since Milton and I knew each other well and there was a mutual attraction between Maureen and me, I was the perfect choice. While she was explaining the situation, her right foot had slipped out of her shoe and she began rubbing my stiffening crotch with her pantyhose-covered toes. Smiling seductively, she asked what I thought about helping out a couple of friends.

Having thought about it for a moment, I asked how this would all come about and if it would be a one-time thing. She replied that if things went well we could start seeing each other regularly and had set it up so we would get together at her house the next Friday evening. After we enjoyed a meal, we would have each other for dessert. Then she dropped another bombshell. Milton wanted to watch Maureen and I have sex. My head was reeling. I went from being friends with these two people to being asked to service the wife while her husband watched. To say I was surprised was an understatement. I hadn’t seen this coming but eagerly agreed. She went on to say that they had never done anything like this before and she had always been faithful to Milton but that since it was with his blessing she didn’t consider it adultery. Maureen wanted me to know exactly what I was getting into, so she also mentioned that they had not yet decided if they wanted me to use contraception. Wearing a rubber to fuck this incredibly hot woman was no problem, even though I prefer riding bareback. She said they would decide and I would find out when we all got together. That would give me even more to look forward to. The fact that I could wind up impregnating this beautiful lady made my cock even harder. Maureen and Milton had agreed to raise the child should she get pregnant from our encounter. I went back to work and Milton smiled at me the rest of the afternoon.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I stand 6’1” and weigh about 256 with a bit of a beer gut. My cock is average-sized, slightly less than 6 inches long, but very thick around in circumference. It also curves upward. I guess you could say I am an ordinary average guy, not some stud with a huge root like you read about in so many stories. If I could, I would have sex 3-4 times a day. Also, I tend to cum a lot, which has not diminished over the years even though now I am pushing 40. The thought of fucking the incredibly gorgeous Maureen while her cuckold hubby watched made my dick as hard as a rock.

The evening of our get-together had finally arrived. My coworker met me at the door. There were a few surprises that night, the first of which was Milton showing me his new video recorder. He had purchased it specifically for our escapades and wanted to be able to relive Maureen’s pleasurable evening (and future ones) for many years to come. Milton wore the same outfit he had on at work that day, bowtie and all, and had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Maureen came downstairs and was wearing a dress that clung to her and showed every curve along with high heels. She looked even more ravishing than the other times I had seen her. No bra or panties, just her sexy body underneath her dress.

We all sat down to dinner and had a wonderful meal. Maureen outdid herself and showed she had culinary talent as well. They offered me a drink but I politely declined, explaining that I wanted all my senses unencumbered for the fun and games that were to follow. We all went up to the bedroom and Milton sat in a corner chair, video recorder in hand. Maureen French-kissed me deeply as my hands roamed over her sexy body. Suddenly, she stopped and whispered in my ear that they had decided it would be best for me not to wear a condom but that it was her fertile time of the month so she might get pregnant. I assured her that I would pull out before I ejaculated and that I was honored to be allowed to fuck her unprotected. With that, she grabbed my cock through my pants and asked if I would be ok with having her tell me how she wanted me to make love to her, since it was our first time and that way she could let me know what she likes. I responded by kissing her passionately while nodding my head yes.

Her perfectly manicured hands began to undress me as I sat on the bed. Soon, I was naked as a jaybird as my hard cock proudly stood at attention. Maureen smiled warmly as she removed her dress, letting it fall to the floor, then took off her shoes. Her body was exquisite. She had an all-over tan which accentuated her shapely legs and her breasts were full but not saggy. A hard nipple with an areola the size of a fifty-cent piece topped each magnificent mound of all-natural flesh. A small patch of dark hair was visible between her legs. The only thing that adorned her sexy body was the bright pink polish on her toenails. For a lingering moment, I drank in her beauty as she slowly turned around to give me the total view. Her heart-shaped ass was the finishing touch to the hottest woman I had ever seen, let alone was about to fuck. Luckily, Milton was capturing all of this on video as I was sure I would want to keep a copy also.

Maureen sat on the bed next to me and began nuzzling my neck while rubbing her hands all over my chest and back. Her soft caresses and kisses made me even hornier. Here I was about to fuck the hell out of my friend and coworker’s gorgeous wife while he was not only watching but filming it. Does life get any better??? By this time, Milton had his puny cock in one hand and the camera in the other. Just as Maureen had described, it was thin and a little shorter than mine. I guess seeing his wife with another man boosted his low sex drive as he seemed quite aroused. Maureen and I French-kissed deeply and she smelled so good. Next, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs out wide. Her pussy glistened with moisture and her meaty lips revealed a very large clitoris. She instructed me to eat her out and make her cunt happy.

Didn’t have to tell me twice!!! My head slid between her thighs and I began gently licking her honey hole. My fingers rubbed her inner walls as my tongue circled her folds. She began squirming and moaned as I worked on her wet pussy. Her breathing quickened as I picked up the pace. My index and middle fingers pushed on her g-spot area as my ring finger stroked her asshole. I could tell she was getting close. She bit her lip and told me how good it felt as she began cumming. Her tangy juices bathed my tongue as I licked her clit while massaging her nether regions with my fingers. I continued to roughly massage her g-spot while running my ring finger over her rosebud. She tensed up and her sopping wet cunt tightened around my fingers. Using my other hand, I spread her clitoral hood so I could keep licking her engorged love organ. Maureen began shaking and convulsing then babbled incoherently as I took her all the way through her orgasm. Her legs locked around my head as she moaned that she was cumming and for me not to stop till she was through. After what seemed like an eternity, Maureen’s amazing body went limp as her orgasm concluded. We were both tired from our first activity but there was more to come.

After resting a few minutes, Maureen rubbed my hard cock with her foot. The sight of her pretty painted toes on my dick made me seem even harder, if that is possible. Precum was dripping from my cockhead as she used her foot to rub it all over my cock, paying particular attention to the blood-engorged, mushroom-shaped head, which was a deep shade of purple…almost a crimson red from my being so turned on. I had shared with Maureen that I loved a woman with sexy legs and pretty feet so she made sure she had a pedicure before our date. In one swift motion, she kneeled between my legs as I sat up on the bed. Her beautiful hair brushed against my abdomen as she began sucking my cock. A couple of minutes passed when she looked at me lovingly and told me how good my cock tasted. She made a point of taking my entire cock into her mouth down to the balls and swallowing hard when she was at the base. As she slowly moved up my hard dick, she sucked in hard with her pretty mouth. It would only be a short time before I would be shooting my load so I told her I was getting ready to cum. Her tongue began licking my wet cock as she tickled my balls. Gazing into my eyes, she told me it was time for us to become one as lovers and that she wanted me inside her.

Getting on all fours, she raised her bubble butt up in the air. Juices flowed from her cunt, which was cherry-red. I couldn’t resist and tongued her pussy and anus for a couple of minutes. She had the most beautiful genital region I had ever seen. Looking over her shoulder, she whispered for me to fuck her good. Glancing over at Milton, I noticed he had already shot a meager load of cum on his pants. Apparently, being a cuckold was going to be a huge turn on for the nerdy fellow. He zoomed in with the camera as I prepared to penetrate his lovely wife. Rubbing the head up and down her juicy slit, she moaned and wiggled her butt in anticipation. Grabbing the base with my hand while steadying her with the other, I inserted the head into her opening. Since I am quite thick, I wanted to make sure she was able to get accustomed to my size. I pushed into her all the way as I felt the intense heat of her slick cunt.

My hands moved to her waist as I began plowing into her, first slowly, then gradually increasing speed. Her large breasts swung wildly as did her long dark hair. As I stood at the edge of the bed, fucking this absolutely beautiful creature, her husband watched intently. I had died down somewhat with wanting to cum but could tell I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. In only a few minutes, I could feel Maureen’s cunt contract around my cock as she had another intense orgasm. Turns out she wanted it doggy style so her clit could have a rest. The sugar walls of my temptress enveloped me as I pounded her into submission. My cock seemed to grow even longer and harder as I fucked Maureen’s brains out. Pumping her all the way through her latest orgasm, I was surprised when she told me to pull out. Obliging her, I removed my cock from her crevice, wet with her secretions.

Maureen then laid back on the bed with her feet apart and spread her legs wide yet again. She hoarsely told me to fuck her and make her cum from her clit this time. Milton had shot another load since I last looked over at him. I thought perhaps he should dress differently when we all get together in the future. His pants were a mess and his hand sticky from his semen as he delighted in my pleasuring his hot wife. Very briefly, I wondered why he couldn’t take care of her. I suppose some men can only get off from watching instead of actually participating.

Taking an ankle in each hand, I started to mount Milton’s sexy wife. But first, I took time to suck on her toes, one at a time. She had the most beautiful legs and feet I ever saw on a woman. Very respectfully, Maureen told me to stop and fuck her. Yes, maam, I know how to take an order!!! Lovingly I gazed into her eyes as I squeezed her beautiful breasts. Pushing her legs up and apart, I reached underneath her and placed a pillow under her ass. Lifting her up, I braced her heels on my shoulders as I plunged my cock into her tight, wet pussy…balls deep with one stroke. She groaned as I rooted her deep to the core. The pillow had enabled me to go even more deeply inside her than when I had fucked her from behind. I pounded her hard, sometimes going deep, sometimes shallow. My rhythm varied from fast to slow. She had a glazed look in her eyes and a blank look on her face as I continued hammering her. The angle of penetration made it such that my pubic bone rubbed against her clit with each thrust. This is exactly what she wanted and I had planned. I sucked on her hard nipples and kissed her neck as she moaned. Her knees ended up on her breasts as I pinned her on the bed. In an instant, I felt her cunt grip my cock tightly as she began to orgasm. Her feet were over my shoulders and she began screaming. When watching the video later, I noticed that when she came this time her toes had curled. She begged me to keep fucking her that same way. I did and her body tightened as every muscle in both our bodies tensed while she nutted on my cock.

Milton had moved closer and was kneeling next to the bed. He had the camera up close so he could get some really good shots. Maureen bit my neck hard as she continued to cum. Almost like a vampire, she brought blood, but I was so turned on it didn’t matter. My cock kept plowing her pussy as her orgasm began to die down. My balls began to twitch as I knew I was ready to shoot. I began to pull out but Maureen wrapped her legs around my head. She directed me to cum inside her and Milton said he would wanted me to shoot inside her also. At this point, how could I say no??? My penis spurted into her over and over as her cunt muscles milked me. Wads of my seminal fluid began oozing out of her cunt even though I continued pumping. Maureen began Frenching me as I shot what seemed to be a gallon of sperm deeply into her fertile womb. After we had both cum, Milton got a close up of her cum-filled pussy as we uncoupled. Our sex cocktail began to drip down onto the pillow and bed. Exhausted, I fell back onto the other side of the bed next to my new lover.

My next surprise was when Maureen told Milton that it was his turn. Hmm…sloppy seconds, a sure sign of a true cuckold. However, I was not at all prepared for what would happen next. I figured Milton would fuck her but he had another idea. Diving between her legs, he began lapping up my semen from her dripping cunt. When he had licked it all up, he tongued her clit. She was still turned on and had her final orgasm of the evening. He had set the camera up on a tripod so as not to miss his excursion into our lovemaking session. I got up and sat in the chair Milton formerly occupied while he and his bride rested. We were all completely worn out. Milton later informed me that he had never cum so much in one evening and that the only way Maureen had orgasmed since they had been together was by using a vibrator. After 2 years of marriage, Milton had finally made his beautiful wife cum.

I started to get dressed but Maureen said to stop and that she wanted me one more time. She got down between my legs and began fondling my limp penis. In a few minutes I was hard again and she began to suck me off. Once my dick was covered with a thick film of her saliva, she began to jack me off with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other. Yes, Milton had commandeered the camera and was getting every moment on video. Several minutes passed before I felt the familiar itch in my testicles. Maureen sensed I was about to cum and as I did she sucked my cockhead really hard. I shot load after load of warm, wet sperm into her mouth and stomach. She had literally drained me dry as she gulped down my load like it was nectar of the gods. My orgasms with Maureen that evening were the most explosive and intense of my life.

Finally, I got dressed and headed home. We still get together every week so I can satisfy Maureen. My friend Milton loves being a cuckold as well as a cum hound. In case you are wondering, no, Maureen didn’t get pregnant from that first encounter. It was a real turn-on to know that my inseminating her could possibly impregnate her. I have more stories of the three of us and will share in the future. And yes, Milton still wears that little bowtie!!!!!!!