“No I understand that it has to be done. Once I make my final decision I’ll let you know who as well as informing the person affected. By Friday it will be finished Mr. Johnson. No it is very unfortunate that it’s come to this I agree. Yes sir I will speak to you soon.”

After I heard the click on the other end I hung up the phone and just sat there for a minute thinking. When I accepted my current position I understood that there might be times like this that I would be forced to do unpleasant tasks. Now I had a doozy ahead of me. The way the company did business left me with a limited choice and neither option was clear cut. I decided to follow the course I had discussed with Mr. Johnson, the company founder and president, as I felt under the circumstances it was the best way.

In spite of my decision I found myself sitting at my desk doing other work rather than taking the bull by the horns. Do it, I told myself, because no matter how hard it is for you it is much worse for the others involved. That steeled me enough to get up and head out of my office. Passing my administrative assistant Barbara on the way I walked out to the bullpen where the workers I supervised were located. Coming to the cubicle of the first person I needed to speak with I stuck my head in.

“Yes that is correct and if you have any future problems always feel free to call back. And thank you for doing your business with us. Good bye.”

Once she finished the call the woman looked up expectantly at me. This was going to be tough I knew.

“ Judy…ah Ms. Phillips, may I speak with you for a few minutes please?” I asked the woman before me.

A look of uncertainty flitted over her face after hearing how I addressed her but she quickly regained her composure and smiled at me.

“No problem Mr. Daniels, I’m free now” she replied.

“Would you please come to my office, it won’t take long” I told her.

She followed me to my office where I made sure to leave the door open. Though I didn’t wish anyone to overhear the conversation I felt it was prudent under the circumstances to make sure we weren’t alone unobserved. Once I sat behind my desk I looked up at Judy. She had joined the company around fourteen months ago and had done all that was asked of her so this wasn‘t easy.

“Please sit Ms. Phillips” I said indicating the seat on the other side of my desk. I observed her as she sat and I had to admit to myself she was still an attractive woman. Just north of forty years of age she had a voluptuous figure but dressed conservatively in keeping with our company dress code. A subdued light blue blouse buttoned to near her throat kept her ample bosom covered and a navy blue form fitting skirt that clung to her curves and reached her knees completed her clothing. Like many women she dyed her naturally dark hair a brassy shade of blonde and though it caught one’s eye, in my opinion, it would have looked better untouched. After she sat she giggled nervously as she was aware that something wasn’t right.

“This can’t be good if we’re formal Mr. Daniels” she sagely observed.

“No unfortunately it’s not for a good reason that we’re having this conversation. Let me cut to the chase then. As you may be aware the bad economy has been hurting this company’s bottom line for some time. The reason you found a job here was the person who held the position previously moved out of state. It wasn’t because the company was expanding at the time. The last quarter numbers are in and they are grim. I have been directed by Mr. Johnson that I have to terminate one of the workers I supervise.”

When I said that I saw all emotion drain from her face as she was confronted by the specter of the unemployment line.

“I understand Mr. Daniels” she said barely audible.

“Wait Judy” I told her “it isn’t certain that it will be you that goes. Hear me out first. The company policy is for the most part last in, first out. Exceptions can be made if a more senior worker is really doing a bad job but in this case I don’t think anyone under me is performing poorly. However you and one other worker started within a month of each other. So my choice has to be one of you and as of now I haven’t made my decision. To my mind you are both good workers and each of you brings some different strengths to the position but the unpleasant fact is one of you has to go. I’m letting you both know in case it was possible one of you might know of another position you could find plus when it happens I don’t want the affected party to be blindsided. I’m sorry about this and I’ll let you know my decision by Friday.”

“Thank you for that then sir. If you don’t need me then let me get back to my job while I still have one.”

She smiled wanly and stood up, doing her best to show no emotion. To be honest I was very impressed by her demeanor as I knew she was a single mother, with a daughter in her senior year of high school, and she was the sole supporter of the girl. Facing such uncertainty couldn’t be easy for her but she put on a brave front. As she left the office my eyes drifted to her shapely calves as well as her wide hips and large round posterior. Stop it I told myself feeling ashamed. Here I might be laying this woman off in less than a week and I had the nerve to check her out.

I waited a couple of minutes before again rising from my desk. No sense in putting it off, I might as well talk to the other employee now. The conversation followed a similar course with Chet Norris. The only thing I didn’t like was that he made a few disparaging borderline sexist comments about Ms. Phillips, as if as men we shared some solidarity because of that. I informed him that as far as I was concerned it was purely a numbers issue and that I wished neither had to go.

Truthfully I didn’t really blame him as I understood the situation he was in. Chet was divorced but he had a couple of kids who he paid support for and losing his job would not be a good thing. The problem for me, beyond the fact that I didn’t wish to fire either of them was that it really was a toss up. Flipping a coin or picking a card would resolve the dilemma as fairly as anything else I could do. Not wanting to think about it for a minute I decided to get a cup of coffee.

As I approached the company lunchroom I heard a voice speaking and I realized it was Judy Phillips. Since I didn’t hear any other voices I figured she was on her cell phone. That stopped me in my tracks as I didn’t wish to interrupt her call after our recent conversation. I turned to retrace my steps but I couldn’t help but overhearing some of what she said.

“Well thank God you didn’t buy that prom dress yet Alicia. What ever you do, don’t spend any money right now. No we can’t discuss it until I see you so it will have to wait until tonight. You’re not working, right? Okay wait at home for me baby because we really have to talk. Bye.”

Luckily I managed to reach my office before she returned to her desk and saw me. Her eavesdropped conversation only made me feel worse and I realized that I was feeling too much sympathy for her. If she was the one to go I couldn’t let my natural chivalrous inclinations overrule my head. It wasn’t until everyone had left for the day that I left my office again. Before she left my assistant Barbara spoke to me. Peering at me over her glasses she shook her head slowly first.

“You have to not let the pressure get to you Peter.”

“Easy for you to say, I’m the one who has to do it” I replied. As I was speaking Barbara bit her full lip.

“If you want I would do it for you but I doubt you’d let me.”

“No it’s my job and responsibility Barbara but thank you.”

“Good night then Peter and don’t stay too late.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but after standing in the doorway for a minute she turned and left.

I sat there around fifteen minutes before I roused myself to leave. Once I turned the lights off in my office I wandered through the bullpen. For some reason as I passed Judy’s cubicle I noticed the light on her phone flashing and I actually stepped in to answer it before I realized it was just indicating that a voicemail was saved. While there I couldn’t help but notice a couple of framed pictures sitting on Judy’s desk. One was of Judy and a young woman I presumed to be her daughter standing outside by a body of water. It was from a far distance so there wasn’t much detail of the two of them. They were both dressed in jeans and flannel shirts and it was probably taken on vacation.

The other was a head shot of her daughter in a standard school portrait style photo. She was smiling and her facial features certainly reminded me of Judy. The biggest difference was that Judy had a rounder, fuller face while her daughter’s was thinner, almost elfin. Also while Judy had bottle blond hair her daughter had long straight brown hair which complemented her big, brown eyes. Reluctantly I tore my eyes away from the pictures. I had no right to ogle the daughter especially when I might be firing her mother.

That night I went straight home and stayed in for the night. My sleep was interrupted a few times during the night but whatever disturbed me I can’t be sure of but I felt it was triggered by my unremembered dreams. At work on Tuesday I decided to not think about the looming lay off and work on other matters instead. The day moved much quicker and except for once where Judy had to consult with me over a client I was able to not think about it.

Wednesday followed the same routine but by the end of the day I couldn’t help but think about it. I really should make my decision by Thursday so I could appraise Mr. Johnson before announcing it on Friday. Again I was the last one out and this time I visited both Judy and Chet’s cubicles as if somehow this would make things clearer. It was another night I decided to forgo a trip to the fitness center and just head home.

While driving I realized I had no food at home so I decided to stop and pick up some fast food for dinner. It was early evening when I pulled into the lot for Burger-rama and headed inside. Surprisingly there was only one person ahead of me in line and in a minute I was at the counter ordering.

“Welcome to Burger-rama, may I take your order please?” the tiny young woman at the register said.

“Yes let me get the #4 combo with the side salad please” I replied my mind still preoccupied with work.

It took me another moment to realize that the woman was talking to me I was so distracted.

“Sir, what size drink do you want?”

“Medium” I said snapping to attention. As she rang up my order I looked at her and for some strange reason she looked familiar as if we’d met even though I’d never come here before.

“That’s $6.79 sir” she told me, so I handed her a twenty.

It was while she was getting my change that suddenly it hit me. In spite of the unflattering hat and polyester uniform recognition of who she was dawned in my brain.

“Oh my God, you’re Judy’s daughter” I blurted out.

She shot me a look like who the f are you and do you really know my mom? Not wanting to creep her out further I attempted to explain my outburst.

“I’m sorry for startling you but I work for the same company as your mother. You appeared familiar to me, and then I remembered your photo that your mother has prominently displayed on her desk.”

Her face lost the suspicious expression it had displayed and she smiled and for a second let me tell you it lit up the drab environ for a moment until the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. As she handed me my change she studied my face as if it could give her the answer she sought.

“So you work with my Mom, huh? Funny she never mentioned she worked with any cute guys. Then you’ve probably heard some asshole is trying to fire her.”

I grimaced when I heard that statement but I couldn’t blame her up to a point. It was unlikely that Judy put it that way to her daughter but maybe she had. Either way it didn’t change things and if I was the villain then so be it.

“It’s not exactly like that but I understand where you are coming from.” I replied.

She handed me my bag while staring deep into my eyes.

“How is it then?”

“I’m the asshole” I told her “and I don’t want to lay off your mother or anyone else. But I’ve been ordered to let someone go by my boss and it is either your mom or one other worker. I wish it was neither but I don’t get to make that decision.”

After saying that I turned and left the store and headed to my car. It made more sense to eat in the parking lot than driving home as my burger would be stone cold before I arrived and nuked fast food is even worse than normal. Eating my food I stared straight ahead lost in a fog. Meeting Judy’s daughter only made it worse for my worried mind so once I scarfed down the burger I decided to go home where I could eat the salad. My hand reached for the key in the ignition when I heard a knock on the window. It startled me so much that I might have jumped if I wasn’t sitting down. As it was I managed to spill my iced tea all over myself.

Looking up I saw that it was Alicia, Judy’s daughter. I rolled down my window so she could talk to me as I attempted to blot my pants dry with a couple of napkins. She seemed to find that amusing and got a laugh at my expense.

“Hey can I talk to you a minute?” she asked.

“Sure” I answered.

As soon as I spoke she moved around to the passenger door and stood waiting until I unlocked the door. Alicia sat in the passenger seat and for the first time I really realized how tiny she was. Her feet barely reached the floor and her head didn’t reach the top of the seat. Once she made herself comfortable Alicia turned to me and spoke. Her words were rushed and came out in a breathless manner.

“First let me apologize for calling you an asshole even if I didn’t know at the time I was talking about you. My Mom kind of told me what is happening at the job but I’m just so pissed about it. After my parents divorced we moved here to the city for a new start and it was tough in the beginning on me. Now I have friends and a job even if it’s just in a fast food joint and things are okay and I wanted to start college in the fall. Now my Mom might lose her job. It just sucks is all.”

“Okay first thing is apology accepted, by the way my name is Peter Daniels and your nametag says you are Alicia, its nice to meet you. Listen, I understand that life isn’t fair and this is proof of that. No matter what I have to tell someone that they no longer have a job. If it works out for your mom then it will still be someone else kicked to the curb and I have to do it.”

“Well that is what I want to talk to you about. My Mom really needs this job and she really doesn’t know many people in the city who could help her find another one. I was wondering if there was ANYTHING I could do to convince you to keep her on.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at me as she said that but the next thing I knew was that I felt her hand touching my leg. It was tentative at first but as Alicia found her courage she squeezed it as her hand crept upward until it encountered both my package and my wet pants. Her big brown eyes met mine as she groped me between my legs.

“You’re all wet here from spilling your drink so maybe if I rub hard enough I can help dry your pants.”

It was pretty obvious what she meant and she immediately put her words into action. My manhood swelled in my trousers as her small warm hand vigorously worked back and forth on my growing bulge. Alicia smiled at me as her hand continued its rapid movement causing me to have an erection.

“Hmm it’s having a reaction, no doubt about that. Maybe what it really needs is some fresh air.”

The fingers on her other hand tugged at my zipper, pulling it down gently. This roused me to action as I’d just been sitting there in a state of shock while enjoying her manual stimulation. I pulled her hand from my zipper but her first hand slipped inside both my trousers and boxers. When Alicia touched my hard cock my resolve to resist her crumbled like a crushed cookie. She managed to work it out of my fly and into the light of day or rather evening.

“Nice piece” Alicia said in an apparently sincere tone before she leaned down and kissed the swollen head.

I let out a gasp at which point she turned her eyes up at me and winked. Her lips began kissing me up and down the full length of my erection. Alicia tugged at it now, freeing the whole length from its captivity and once it was all out she opened her lips wide and took it inside her mouth. Slowly she slid her wet lips down the skin as she swallowed more of me into her mouth. Her tongue was licking the underside just below the head and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of me into her welcoming mouth.

Alicia’s long hair cascaded down obscuring my view of what she was doing though I obviously could feel it fine. My hand pulled her strands of hair together so I could watch her head bob up and down on me. Alicia took me as deep as her mouth was able to and now worked her hand inside my fly so that she could fondle my balls. While she caressed them she increased the speed of her mouth on me as well when suddenly I felt my stomach tighten and my nuts tense up.

“I can’t take it – I’m cumming” I cried out but she took me even deeper when she heard this. It had been a while and I erupted with the force of a volcano. Alicia seemed surprised at the amount of thick, white spunk that filled her mouth but she doggedly continued sucking until my prick was spent. She had a big smile on her pretty face as she pulled off me and wiped away any stray bit of cum that escaped her mouth. She did a quick look in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t missed any and when satisfied of that fact her tongue sensuously ran along her red lips.

“How was that?” she asked me though we both already knew the answer.

“What can I say but incredible” I told her in reply.

“Do you think maybe my Mom can keep her job now?”

There was no way I could fight this at the moment so I just nodded affirmatively at her. Alicia smiled before leaning close to me where she could whisper in my ear.

“I’m on break now but I get off at nine. I’d like to thank you properly for what you’re doing so why don’t you pick me up then.”

She kissed me quickly and climbed out of the car and ran back toward the entrance as my eyes followed her closely. Damn, what have I let myself in for I thought to myself as I started the car. Once I reached home I did a fast tidying up of my apartment before jumping in the shower then changing my clothes to more casual ones.

The time was fast approaching nine when I pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a corner. In around ten minutes Alicia came out and headed over to me. Her long hair was now held in a pony tail with a scrunchy and she was wearing tight black jeans and a tee. The shirt fit her like a glove and though Alicia was pretty flat chested her nipples showed prominently making me believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. She slid next to me and greeted me with a kiss.

Her lips felt soft against mine and she now smelled of perfume, Poison I believe it was, as we kissed passionately. After a minute I broke our kiss as I was becoming very aroused making out with this tempting teenager.

“You know Alicia you don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to” I stated.

“Oh but I want to. I got you off before so it’s only fair if you return the favor. Then once we’re even we can go from there because I love sex and being with older men.”

She snuggled against me as I started to drive and we hadn’t gotten far when her hand was teasing me by rubbing the inside of my leg. Part of me just wanted to floor the accelerator to get home faster but somehow I managed to follow the speed limit without crashing even with her distracting me by handling my equipment.

We had barely entered my apartment and locked the door when Alicia was all over me. Since I was a foot taller than she was I had to bend down to kiss her but before I had a chance to she was rubbing her body against mine while at the same time sliding her hand under my shirt. As her little hand moved across my flesh I positioned my leg between hers and pushed it against her mound. Alicia responded by grinding on my leg as our lips met again. With my arms wrapped around her my hands reached down and kneaded her buttocks. Though not large they were firm and well shaped and certainly not small for her frame.

Alicia broke our kiss and with a wicked grin took hold of her shirt hem and lifted the tee over her head revealing her torso. Her breasts as expected were two small bumps on her chest but her nipples were another story. They were pale pink, as large as marbles and definitely erect. I didn’t need an engraved invitation to spur me on but lifted her petite body and fastened my hungry mouth to her delectable treat. Now Alicia gasped as my teeth gently clamped on her while my mouth sucked on the areola and surrounding skin.

When I finally pulled my mouth free I noticed the pale breast flesh was reddened and flushed from where I had suckled. Wasting no time I turned my attention to her other nipple to which I gave the same attention. Alicia was squealing and squirming in my arms as I walked down the hall to my bedroom and not once did I release her bit from my mouth until I put her down on my bed.

Now I undressed, yanking my shirt up as I kicked of my shoes before unfastening then sliding my pants down and off. She had kicked her sneakers off but was having some difficulty in removing her jeans when I stepped in. My hands grabbed the material at which point I inexorably pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Alicia was now just wearing a tiny pair of red panties which inflamed me as if I were a bull.

I sprung on the bed landing next to her and making her laugh. My body covered hers and I managed to work my hips between her legs where I then humped against her panty covered mons. Alicia was breathing hard now as my burning lips traced a pattern on her slender neck and shoulders and before I knew it she locked her thin legs around my waist pushing me closer to her treasure.

My hips continued their rhythm of rubbing against her covered vulva and it was having a strong effect on Alicia. She was making little mewing noises while rocking her pelvis slightly to further enhance the pleasure she was receiving. My hip speed increased after which Alicia’s eyes clamped shut and she started to tremble gently. My teeth found her neck at which time she let out a moan and her muscles stiffened and tensed.

When she opened her brown eyes I feathered them with light butterfly kisses before tasting her sweet mouth. Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled me closer if that was possible. We kissed then and my tongue slipped between her lips where her tongue met mine and they entwined.

“Come on I want your big dick in me” she pleaded and though I intended to I also wanted to taste her essence first.

My lips began working down her body beginning at her throat and continuing across her collarbone before again briefly sampling her breasts but then continuing down. Next kissing down her flat tummy and probing her navel with the tip of my tongue before tracing the swell of her pubic bone and hip. Alicia parted her legs as widely as she was able to allow me total access down there.

My mouth bypassed her covered pinkness and instead my tongue ran along the soft skin of her inner leg until I reached her knee. Her rounded calf was the next body part to get my oral treatment after which I switched to her other calf. As my tongue worked its way to my desire I could see that her panties were soaked from the attention she had been getting. Now my fingers slipped under her waistband and with a strong tug I yanked them down exposing her most intimate area.

Now I was frozen and speechless as I beheld the charm of Alicia revealed. Her pussy was perfectly formed and proportioned for her body and the sheen from her juices only accentuated the beauty. She was pink of course with narrow lips that barely protruded from her pelvis and her core was soaked while a deeper shade of pink. Her pubic region was shaved and as hairless as a girls. I’m not sure how long I remained transfixed before Alicia nudged me with her foot impatiently.

That roused me from the spell I was under and wasting no more time I moved closer so that I could touch her with my eager tongue. It went straight to her opening like a heat guided missile where it probed her juicy goodness while delivering the intoxicating flavor to my taste buds. She was as delicious as ambrosia and I attempted to get my fill. I slurped away at Alicia, funneling her nectar to my waiting mouth but the more I licked her the more juice she produced.

Pausing for one moment I wet the tip of my thumb before resuming my liquid feast. Once my thumb started to rub her erect little nub Alicia’s body writhed in response, twisting about the bed but I continued to lick and fondle her. After bringing her to orgasm twice with this method her fingers worked through my short, dark hair and attempted to dislodge me but I refused to stop.

My jaw was beginning to ache now from its efforts but I still hadn’t gotten my fill of fragrant, tasty teenaged pussy. Working through my discomfort my tongue swirled in a circular motion buried inside her canal. It probed as deeply as it was able to reach, licking the woman sugar from her walls. When I felt her fingers tighten in my hair and her thigh muscles tense up my thumb increased its speed.

Alicia let out a moan as she climaxed and I finally moved. My tongue slipped out of her as my body moved into position, kneeling between her legs. Grasping my erection which felt harder than steel to me I pushed it to her gates of paradise. With one smooth motion I sank halfway inside her aided by the fact that she was soaked.

“Fuck” Alicia cried out as my thickness split her lips and worked deep. My arms hooked her legs underneath her knees and pushed them toward her chest further opening her charms to me. Slowly I worked deeper but since she was very tight it was slow going. Reversing course I pulled back until just my swollen head was in her. Then I drove hard almost working my full length in. One more time I pulled back and with the next thrust I bottomed out in her.

“Damn you’re filling me up with that big dick” she almost screamed at me but by this point I was almost in another world as her inner muscles clamped hard on me.

My body moved slowly, building a rhythm as I repeatedly sank to her womanly depths. A hand managed to find and tweak her nipple at the same time pleasuring Alicia even more. My speed increased as her pussy adjusted to my intrusion by stretching just enough to accommodate it while still fitting me like a glove.

Our flesh slapped together as my hips pumped my shaft in and out of her pink flower at an ever increasing pace. Both my hands now rested on the mattress giving me as much support as possible as I continued to pound Alicia hard and fast. My heart beat like a trip hammer in my chest as I slid in and out of her until I wondered how much longer I could last. Alicia’s nails raked across my back, the result of me once again pushing her to the heights of bliss.

With a few more deep thrusts I felt my own nirvana arrive as I swelled deep inside her. My body collapsed onto Alicia as I felt myself spraying her insides with my sperm. My body shuddered with relief as her pinkness milked me of every drop of cum inside me.

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The next afternoon I called Mr. Johnson and even though I had made my decision I was in a state of mental turmoil. As much as I’d enjoyed my session with Alicia it left me feeling guilty and troubled. I was so distraught that I was seriously considering resigning after announcing my decision. It wasn’t that keeping Judy employed was the wrong decision and I had been leaning that way for other factors. Still I had sex with Alicia with the understanding it would influence my decision and that seemed unethical to me.

“Barbara can you get me Mr. Johnson on the phone” I told my assistant through the intercom.

“Right away sir” was her reply.

While I waited for the call to be placed I decided to wait before announcing my resignation until some time passed so as not to jeopardize Judy’s position. Somehow I doubted that she had influenced her daughter to throw herself at me to secure her position. Under the circumstances I couldn’t blame Alicia but only myself for thinking with my small head.

“Mr. Johnson on line one sir” came Barbara’s melodic voice over the intercom interrupting my thoughts.

“Hello Mr. Johnson, I just wanted to inform you that I’ve made my decision. I thought I should inform you first and this way if you have any concerns you can let me know before I announce it tomorrow.”

“No, no Peter, I told you it was your call and I’m prepared to accept it whichever way it goes. So what’s it going to be?”

“For a couple of reasons I decided to retain Ms. Phillips and let Chet go. I believe with his contacts he’s more likely to find new employment quickly and also with his background in sales he’s more used to hustling.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before I heard chuckling on the other end.

“I tell you Pete sometimes it’s scary how people think alike. I was talking to my old friend Jeb Burnett and if you decided to go the way you’re going he informed me he had an opening for Chet. Of course if you went the other way it would have been your decision and I would have respected it. Good work my boy, talk to you soon and after you inform Chet tell him to come see me. Wait until tomorrow to tell him though so we can get the last bit of work out of him.”

After I hung up the phone I felt an immense sense of relief. Since my decision dovetailed with Mr. Johnson’s there was nothing to feel bad about although I knew it had been a close call on that. With a relieved mind I worked straight through the afternoon knowing that both employees would have jobs in the future. Since I felt I’d been slacking off a bit lately due to the distraction of the lay off decision I continued working beyond my normal quitting time as I completed a review of an employee project. I was just wrapping up with some comments onto my computers voice recorder when the sound of a knock interrupted me.

“Mr. Daniels may I speak with you a moment?”

Looking up from my desk I saw Judy Phillips standing at the doorway before me with an anxious expression on her attractive face. Stopping what I was doing I waved Judy into the room. As she came in I couldn’t help but notice that she pulled the door closed behind her and that her blouse had a number of unfastened buttons. My eyes were drawn to the valley of her ample cleavage like a fly lured by honey which she observed with a knowing smile. Instead of sitting Judy remained standing but she leaned toward me providing me with a view almost to her navel.

“Mr. Daniels might I speak frankly to you? I have always found you to be attractive and if not for the company’s frowning on office romances I surely would have invited you out for a drink, me being a lonely divorcee and all.”

“Judy I assure you this isn’t necessary…”

“Oh no Peter it is” as she said this Judy leaned so close that her breasts were inches from my face and as she did I felt one hand touch my knee while the other reached around to the back of my head. Pulling me forward my face was buried in her bountiful bosom effectively silencing me.

“And now with this possibly being the end of me working here I had to let you know as well as to give us both a chance to grab life with both hands possibly causing you to reconsider if I was the one to go.”

After saying that Judy’s hand moved from my knee higher up until it reached my already growing erection. For my part once my face came in contact with her soft skin and I inhaled deeply of her scent I was caught up in the moment and both my hands seized Judy’s big ass.

“Unbutton my blouse” she whispered and soon it was done showing her soft full figure to my hungry eyes. Judy reached her hand back and unhooked her bra before slowly allowing the straps to slide down her milky white shoulders. She waited a minute teasing me until she pulled the fabric away freeing her large breasts. Each was more than a handful and hung from the weight. Both the nipples and areolas were large and of a reddish hue and were standing at attention. When I tried to lean forward to bring my lips into contact with the mouth watering treats she put her hand up motioning me to stop and shook her head no.

“First I want you to drop your pants Peter and no arguing.”

Raising my ass a little off the chair allowed me to slip my pants down to my knees freeing my engorged member. It swayed as my body moved but was pointing straight upward.

“Judy about the job…” I began before she put her finger against my lips shushing me.

“Ssshh Peter, I don’t want to know yet. This is a one time thing, either I leave and never see you again or I stay and we can’t do this because of company policy. Well maybe if we both get drunk at the Christmas party we can kiss under the mistletoe or something. So lets just do this.”

After saying that Judy sank to her knees in front of me. Her hand reached out and took hold of me by the base while her red lips kissed their way up my thigh. When she reached my erection Judy continued holding it upright as the tip of her tongue touched the hot skin just above her hand and she proceeded to run it up my full length. Her course wasn’t a straight one but instead followed a zigzag route from base to head. Once at the summit she lapped up the clear liquid that had already leaked in anticipation.

“Mmm tasty” Judy purred as her tongue then plunged down the other side where it blazed a trail to the bottom. Next she licked it in a circular pattern actually going around and around as if it was a barber’s pole. Sometimes she used just the tip but also used the whole tongue but no matter how much it was Judy continued lashing me until I was mad with desire. My hand seized her dyed locks with the intention of directing her to a different tactic but Judy countered by placing her free hand against my midsection and resisting.

“What’s the matter Peter? Do you want me to suck your big hard on?”

“Please Judy I don’t know how much more I can take” I pleaded.

Her brown eyes met me and she smiled and the next thing she did was move her mouth above me and one more time her tongue flicked at my head making me groan. Then opening wide she took my head and the top of my shaft in her wet, willing mouth. With her lips wrapped around me it felt even better as her tongue teased my head. Judy inched downward until my head met the entrance to her throat at which point she pulled back. Her head started to bob up and down taking me as deep as her mouth was able with each movement. Her saliva coated my skin and her hand spread it my length as Judy stroked the portion of my cock which didn’t fit in her mouth.

Suddenly she pulled her head off me with a popping sound and once again her tongue ran along my sensitive underside. I looked down at her and discovered that her hand which wasn’t holding me was between her legs and making small movements there. Seeing where I was looking Judy suddenly stood then straddled me and raised her skirt. This revealed that her black panties were pulled to the side exposing her wet pussy. I had a quick glimpse of dark curly pubic hair and a large hard clit above her swollen lips until Judy lowered herself down.

Her hand still encircled my shaft and unerringly guided my manhood between her slick vaginal lips. She grunted as my wide head penetrated her opening but Judy didn’t pause at all on her descent. She slid down my pole until I was buried deep in her wetness and her breasts pressed to my face. As I kissed them she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion keeping my full length inside her hungry pussy.

My arms hugged her close as my hands held her lower back close to me allowing her to rock on my lap. Her internal muscles squeezed me as she moved around doing their best to push me to the release of orgasm. Her blowjob had stimulated me greatly and her powerful pussy muscles finished the job. After a particularly strong muscle contraction I felt myself swell as the white liquid heat flowed up my shaft and into Judy’s waiting delta.

“Yes Peter cum in me baby, that feels so good. How do I feel baby, not bad for a woman my age?”

“You are incredible Judy and what’s that about your age” I gasped as she continued to milk me.

“Well I certainly have some years on you. Are you even thirty? But either way you can thank my c-section for me staying nice and tight for you.”

“I’ll be thirty next year” I mumbled “ but you are certainly tight. I don’t think it will let me soften its got me so tightly.”

“Don’t even think about losing your hard on baby. Now its my turn baby, you’re young enough that you should be able to go again without resting first.”

Judy wrapped her arms around my neck and began to ride me hard. Now she bounced up and down, rising up until just my head remained in her honey pot before slamming down all the way. My hips began thrusting up to meet her on the way down making her moan like crazy. We continued like this until we were bathed in sweat in spite of the a.c. running.

Finally she whispered in my ear that she was close at which point we somehow managed to increase our speed. When her eyes shut and she bit her lip I thrust a number of times burying myself to the balls while clamping my mouth on her left breast and nipple. Judy came like gangbusters then calling out my name as she shuddered. My hips continued their rhythm as I again irrigated the depths of her canal.

Judy sank her head against my shoulder as our bodies slowly recovered from our carnal exertions. When sufficiently recovered she raised her head and again met my gaze.

“Okay Peter, I’m ready now. I feel so good that even firing me won’t wipe the smile off my face, at least not right away.”

“Judy you have to promise me that you will be a good girl and not say anything until its official, okay?”

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The next morning I arrived a few minutes late as my body was still recovering from the previous nights debauchery. The first thing I did was head to Chet’s cubicle. His eyes had a haggard look as if he hadn’t slept well and once I arrived he practically jumped to his feet. There was no need for preliminaries so I got right to it.

“Chet you know this isn’t about you or the job you’ve done but I have to let you go. But before saying or doing anything please go and see Mr. Johnson. Good luck.”

He just nodded as if he expected to hear what he did and walked off in the direction of Mr. Johnson’s office. Next I headed to see Judy at her desk. When I arrived her head was down and she was working. After speaking with her I left the cubicle allowing a couple of co-workers to congratulate her for retaining her position. Before I reached my office I ran into Chet who was returning already. He looked pleased at the turn of events and smiled and shook my hand.

“Well I guess its for the best or at least a lot better than it could be under the circumstances” he said to me before I slapped him on the back as he went on his way.

I breezed past Barbara as I entered my office and sat down. She had followed me in and shut the door behind her.

“Well that’s over with now” she stated emphatically. “Now maybe you can return to normal instead of being so distracted that you do silly things.”

“Barbara I know its affected me some but…”

“No buts Peter. However it doesn’t matter because I’ve been vigilant in protecting you.”

As Barbara said this she walked closer and unless I was mistaken I detected the scent of perfume which was unusual to say the least.

“I mean really Peter with what you were up to last evening and being so careless about it.”

Barbara clucked her tongue and though I did my best to show nothing outwardly, inside I was flabbergasted. She perched her willowy frame on the corner of my desk and smoothed out the skirt portion of her dress.

“If one is going to be a naughty boy then one should at least stop making an audio recording to make sure that there is no evidence.”

My jaw dropped as I remembered what I had been doing the previous evening when Judy arrived. The whole episode must have been recorded and Barbara in the course of her duties had discovered it.

“Well don’t worry Peter, no one will find it now. If the wrong person had heard it they might have thought that Ms. Phillips had shamelessly offered her body to you to keep her job and you were complicit and accepted. I know the truth however, that she really couldn’t help herself as you are so damn attractive and the thought of never seeing you drove her to temporary insanity. I know I’ve been on the verge since I started working for you.”

To be honest I was shocked at what she said but what she did next stunned me. Barbara sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me as she wiggled her supple bottom.

“From now on if you have an “itch” that has to be scratched let me know. I guarantee that I don’t disappoint. In celebration of our new understanding Peter, I’m making a reservation for dinner at a little Italian place near where I live. This way if we have too much wine we’ll be close to my place. Don’t worry I have a toothbrush just waiting for you and I don’t think you’ll be needing pajamas. I plan on bringing a report with me just in case we run into someone from the office so we have plausible deniability. You have to learn to use your head Peter.”

She turned and kissed me and it was quite pleasant especially when she worked her agile tongue into my mouth. After a minute she broke the kiss and got off me, again smoothing her skirt. Barbara fixed her lipstick before heading for the door. As I watched her go I noticed her slim hips positively swayed as she walked out. This was going to be an interesting evening for sure.

THE END

I came home to find the apartment in disarray. A lamp, which was still on, lay on the floor, shining a spotlight on a half empty bookshelf. The books were strewn around the floor and one was soaking up the remnants of vase of water that held the violets that were now trampled.

My Betty was a bruiser, a broad shouldered girl, too tall to ever be comfortable in her own skin. She was a tough one, beaten into shape as a kid by a step- father for a good 12 years until she was old enough to kick his ass.

Betty sat on the floor in the kitchen with the last of my bourbon. Unlaced rollerskates, a black skirt and an old wife beater. Tattoos turned shadows under the white cotton, thick black and red lines peeking out, bold and unapologetic. Symbols of permanence. Scars given validation with ink.

“We lost,” she said with slight slur and a particular assessing glare.

I poured myself a glass of water and leaned on the counter of the small kitchen, looking down at her as she rocked the bottle of amber liquid on the black and white tiled floor.

I looked over to the living room and then back at her.

“I couldn’t find a book,” she shrugged.

She took one rollerskate and tried to push off the other with it, failing miserably.

“I couldn’t find a book and I can’t get these stupid things off.” She pathetically kicked at the floor with her skate.

At 20, with a messy bob of black hair and a cut lip and the beginnings of a black eye, she did her best to pout like a little girl. Roller derby was good for her, because she seemed to always be in-between healing black eyes, though before they were from fights.

“Help me get ‘em off?”

Kneeling, I took one of the black leathery boots by the thick back wheels and pulled. She winced as the skate slipped off her sore foot. Her shin looked purple and yellow, she had a scrape on her knee. My eyes lingered up higher to the edge of her skirt, then abruptly back to her other skate. I pulled the second one off and I stood up, holding out my hand to help her up.

She groaned as her sore and swollen joints creaked and then she was holding on to me with both her hands on my shoulders, her cheeks red, her eyes slightly glazed by the bourbon, but still shining. Then there was one of those moments, when our eyes meet and she is hanging on me, smelling like bourbon and a little like sweat and somewhere under all that some kind of perfume. We were going to kiss, but her knees gave out a little and she almost passed out.

“I’ll put you in bed.”

“Tuck me in, too?” she teased, smiling and limping with one arm around my shoulder.

“I’m sleeping on the couch, Bet.”

“Pshh, I bet you ten bucks you’ll be in bed in ten minutes. And don’t fucking call me Bet, you know I hate that.”

I sighed. I was too old for this.

I was sleeping on the couch because this whole thing just wasn’t working and we knew it. She was all rough and tumble, late night at rock clubs and drunk five nights a week. I was in a PhD program, I had a full time job. My punk youth was over, though not forgotten. That’s not to say I grew up and became boring, but I just wasn’t in the same world she was in.

That’s one of the many things that can happen when you date a girl who’s ten years younger than you. Even if she is taller than you.

It was more than that, though, and we knew it. We just didn’t click anymore. I was a city boy, through and through and deep down she was a Midwest girl.

She put her weight on my shoulder as I led her to the bedroom. The only light was street lamps coming in from the window. It illuminated tangled sheets and books all over the floor and nightstand.

I sat her down on the bed and she put her arms around my neck.

“I miss you,” she whispered. It made my throat hurt and my heart ache.

“Just get some sleep, Bet, we can talk tomorrow.”

She kissed my chin.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty anymore?” She kissed my cheek, catching just the edge of my lip.

“I think you’re drunk and sweaty and you have a black eye and probably a sprained ankle,” but she was already pulling me in for another kiss.

“You used to give me black and blues, remember?” Her voice was rough, she chuckled throaty, sad and dirty.

“You always end up getting bruised, one way or another,” I started, but she kissed me.

It had been a while, probably a month. She was depressed and her sex drive disappeared. The roller derby brought it back a little, but this was something else. This was goodbye.

I eased her back onto the bed. I hovered over her. I kissed her bruised face. I kissed her chapped lips. She rubbed her cheek against my stubble. Her hands were on my belt.

It’s superficial, but I’d miss her tattoos. It’s the main physical trait that would define her in my mind forever. As I kissed her shoulders, thick black letters and all the little symbols and secrets of her I remember every story, every detail. I still remember the why and where of all of them.

Her kisses grew wilder and so I held her down. Given time every action turns cliche, but just then it seemed more like nostalgia. That was until she started to fight. This wasn’t a little wilting flower, this was a tough girl who could take most people I know in  fight. This wasn’t submissive, this was earning it. I held her down by the wrists with all my strength and all my weight. She had opened my pants, but there was still a lot to do.

I pushed her legs open with mine and pressed against her. She bucked and writhed, she bit my lip. I let go of one of her wrists and she immediately pushed at my chest with her free hand. I pulled her shirt up. I pulled the cups of her bra down and sucked at her thick brown nipples, I bit down just enough to make her let out a little yelp. Her hand in my hair, pulling me away.

Suddenly the haze of a day at work and the sadness of this whole situation was gone for a moment. I was strong and she was hungry. I reached down, pushing away her skirt. I found her panties and pulled hard, ripping them, but not enough. She raised her ass, trying to push me away. I pulled again and came away with most of the fabric.

She was gasping and moaning. This wasn’t playful roughness, this was gut wrenching. This was the only thing keeping us from crying. I pulled out my cock. I had to concentrate on her, I had to bury my face in her tits and grind against her cunt and kiss her copper tasting lips just to get hard. I had to do anything but think.

There is an intimacy in this that is sort of rare in these dangerous times. My bare skin on hers. It still felt forbidden, even after living together for this long. I’d been trained for so long, but we had trust. That trust would be gone soon, any minute. My cock pressed against the coarse hairs of her sex.

She was wet, I could smell her, strong and tart. She was still fighting, but her hips were rising up, her legs open, her moans turning into needy whimpers.  I rubbed against her, I slipped against her and then I was pushing into her.

Sex with Betty was always a quick affair for some reason. Maybe that was one of reasons it was going to end. I liked to draw things out. I liked to tease and play. She was impatient and deep down very ashamed of it all. All that wanting went to waste with her.

She needed to be hit and be needed to be held down, but she could never talk about it. Those secret moments of violence, when she pulled my hands to her neck. Electric and forbidden and lost once they ended.

All I ever wanted to do was talk about it, but that was me. I overthought it, or so she said. If I tried to make her beg she would grow cold, and really, for me, the begging is the best part.

All this fluttered through my mind as I fucked her. Looking down her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. She was wet to the point that I could feel it on my thighs. The muscles of her sex were tight around me; her powerful legs, now wrapping around me and pulling me in.

In bed she didn’t like her clit played with. It bored her, she would brush my fingers away. Going down on her was occasional and for my benefit. Even when she played with herself she only fucked herself with her fingers.

As I fucked her I remembered that first time in a motel. She was strong and wild, so different from other women I’d been with. It was sort of awkward, because I didn’t know how to top her, and really I didn’t know any other way. At least not in that moment, in a motel room, both of us drunk and high from a concert.

Fucking her that last time, I felt almost detached.  She was lost in it, though, and I watched as her body went through the motions and cycles. Her blush, her breath getting faster. When she came she came hard and punched me in the shoulder, needed more of me to hold on to as I fucked her through it.

After the wave of her pleasure I lost my drive. It was gone and I was growing soft. I just rolled off her and she didn’t seem to notice that I didn’t come. She rolled onto her side, our bodies no longer touching. I couldn’t tell if she was asleep or crying. I crawled off the bed and pulled the blanket onto of her.

I cleaned up the mess in the livingroom and wrote through the night, knowing tomorrow she would leave, and knowing I had to get the memories down before they were tainted or gone.

After that it was all packing and crying and the long days of uncertainty. I came out better in the end. She moved back west and found another boy to hurt her, one way or another.

A couple of months after my seventeenth birthday, I discovered three things. The first was that I am a lesbian; the second was that I have an eager appetite for sex – I’ll spread my legs for almost any woman, any time; the third was not just that I am a slut, but a bondage slut – that I get my biggest thrills from being tied up and taken by another woman (better still, by women in the plural). The first was not a great surprise, but the other two were! This is how it all happened.

I lived then in a small country town, a few miles inland from the south coast of England. It is not a tourist resort, but it tends to attract better-off people as a pretty and peaceful base for seeing the countryside and the coast, and there are three or four medium-size and good quality hotels. These, and a few shops and cafes in the town square, were the only places that local teenagers could get part-time jobs on weekends or in the holidays, and there was a lot of competition for them.

Now I need to tell you about Kate, who had been my best friend since we met at the age of eleven, when we both started at secondary school (basically what in the USA is called high school, but it covers the ages from 11 to 18). Kate was quite tall – by the time she was 16, she was five feet ten inches – and had a lovely slim figure: the words lithe and lissom could have been invented for her. Her breasts started growing earlier than mine but quite slowly, so they were nicely pert but not all that large. She had light brown hair with some hints of auburn, and striking greenish eyes; she was full of energy – quite sporty – and nearly always laughing about something. We had a lot of fun together, but for the previous year or more I had found myself thinking about her, and sometimes looking at her, in ways that were rather warmer than even being best friends. When these events happened, my doubts about my sexual orientation had recently been stirred up by an incident with Kate.

Before going into that, I should describe myself at this time. I was shorter than Kate – my height was about five foot six inches – but I had developed a fuller figure. This had happened rather rapidly, and during the previous six to eight months I had really blossomed out. I always had a nice butt, in fact for a long time I thought it was my best feature: there was no excess weight at all, my hips had a shapely flare with buttocks that were taut and well-rounded. Now I began to realise why, as the jut of my ass was balanced by the growth of my chest into two swelling and shapely breasts, giving me a figure more like someone in their early 20s, with quite a cleavage and a profile that was eye-catching but not too overloaded. I have brown eyes with long lashes, and straight dark hair which falls to just below my shoulders.

Kate had become fascinated by the growth of my breasts, especially as she helped me shop each time I needed a larger size of bra. One evening we were alone at my house (I’m an only child, and my parents were out at a party until late) and messing about, when she asked to see them. I took off my t-shirt and bra, and was a bit startled when she then requested to touch them, explaining that she wanted to see if they felt different from her ones. I felt a little shy but also excited, like it was a dare, and said OK – if I can do the same. That surprised her, but she nodded as she could see it was only fair, and so she stripped off above the waist. Then, with a little hesitation and quite a lot of giggles, she took one of my breasts in each hand and started to stroke and squeeze them. It was an extraordinary feeling, and became even more so when – after a minute or so of paralysis – I did the same with hers. Both of us started breathing a bit heavier, and I remember suddenly realising that I was standing in my bedroom with my best friend, both of use nude from the waist up, fondling each other’s breasts. Unfortunately, I then lost my nerve, dropping my hand from her beautiful thrusting tits, and stepping backwards with a laugh. I made some sort of silly joke about it, and we quickly turned our attention to other things, although a few times I noticed her regarding me quizzically when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Not long before this, Kate had landed a Sunday job working at the largest and most exclusive of the hotels. It seemed generously paid and I envied her the extra money which it gave her, and the smart clothes she bought with it. So when, a couple of weeks after the breast-fondling incident, she told me there was another vacancy coming up and she could get me the job if I wanted it, I said ‘oh! yes – please!’, and gave her a big hug. Sure enough, she spoke to the owner, Miss Foster, and two days later I was seated in her office, being interviewed and then – as it seemed I was suitable – being told a bit more about the job. I didn’t quite take it all in, which at the time I put down to excitement at getting the coveted job, but in hindsight I think it was as much excitement about Miss Foster. She was in her late 30s, maybe near to forty, and kept herself trim and exercised. She was almost as tall as Kate, but with the fuller build of a mature woman. Her figure was partly hidden by the severe cut of the trouser and jacket business suit that she was wearing, but enough was visible to suggest there were curves where there should be. Her hair was dyed blonde, with some streaks of brown from the roots; it only came down to her collar, but was layered in a feminine ‘professional executive’ style. Although she was generally quite brisk and business-like (partly due to being efficient and well-organised), she was far from cold in her manner – it was more vigorous and confident, and she had a lot of charisma.

When the interview was finished, Miss Foster showed me round the hotel so that I would know where to go when I began work the following Saturday. The hotel had a long front section, built in the 1930s, with the kitchen, restaurant, bar and lounge on the ground floor, and guest bedrooms on the first and second floors. At one end of this, forming an ‘L’ shape, was a much newer block which Miss Foster had built about twelve years ago, not long after taking over the hotel when her parents retired. The extension had two floors, and there was just one doorway on the ground floor which led through from the older section. The ground floor of the extension had a number of single rooms and then at the far end were Miss Foster’s personal living rooms (her office was in the front main block); the upper floor of the new section was all bedrooms – mostly doubles. All the guest rooms in the hotel were quite large – actually more so in the new block – and comfortably furnished, and had en suite bathrooms. Miss Foster told me that the new section was called the Ladies’ Wing, because only female guests were booked into it. She explained that quite a lot of professional women found it more relaxing to stay in a part of the hotel where there were no men or couples, and that she had found this a profitable attraction – she said there were now quite a few women who came regularly, and recommended it to their friends. This was all true, but (as I was to find out) not quite for the innocent reasons that Miss Foster told me then!

We then walked into the original part of the hotel to the housekeeper’s room – this was Miss Foster’s main assistant, a thin blonde woman in her early 30s whom I was introduced to as Miss Deacon. She seemed a bit harassed and busy, but gave me a pleasant smile as she looked me over and then deftly measured me for my uniform. She produced from her store cupboard a maid’s uniform for me to try on, and I rather shyly took off my jeans and sweater. I felt a little uncomfortable with the eyes of the two women watching me as I stood for a few seconds in just my simple white bra and panties, and so I quickly slipped into the maid’s uniform. Miss Deacon knew her job, as it was a good fit but not restrictive for working in. The main part was a one-piece black dress which opened by a zipper from the collar to the small of the back; it had short sleeves, and the skirt came down to an inch or two above my knees. There was a separate white apron which fastened around the waist and over the shoulders, and a small black-and-white cap. Miss Foster asked me to turn round slowly, and nodded her satisfaction. She told me the uniform would be provided by the hotel and cleaned by them; I would come to and from work in my own clothes, and there was a room between the housekeeper’s and the kitchen where the staff got changed and had lockers for their personal items. I was instructed to wear black sensible flat shoes and black stockings – Miss Foster told me with particular emphasis not to wear tights, saying that the cleaning work made them too sweaty and the guests would notice the smell: her strict rule was either hold-up stockings or (best of all, she said) the traditional suspender belt with clips and old-fashioned stockings. Of course, at that point I didn’t know the real reason for her rule, and took her explanation at face value.

I would be working all day on Saturday, starting with serving breakfasts, then room cleaning, then serving lunches and dinners (the restaurant did quite a lot of business with non-residents); in the afternoon there would be a couple of hours break, but also other cleaning and general chores. I started on the next weekend, a month after my seventeenth birthday, and within a few weeks had got used to it and familiar with the other staff. I didn’t think it odd that they were all female: only Miss Foster and Miss Deacon actually lived at the hotel, and the others came in to work. There were half a dozen other local girls who helped out on the weekends and in the school holidays, which were the busiest times; I knew most of them from my school, apart from two who attended a private school in the next town. The only drawback was that Kate worked on Sunday, and so we only saw each other on Friday nights – by the time I finished on Saturday or she did on Sunday, we were too tired and it was too late to do anything other than go home.

It was on my sixth or seventh Saturday that my world changed for ever. The breakfasts had all been served in the dining room, when Miss Foster called me over and gave me a tray laden with two breakfasts. ‘I nearly forgot! she said; ‘take this to room L16, and then you may as well take a break for forty-five minutes – it’s too early to start on cleaning rooms’. I set off, a little bit intrigued as all the rooms with the letter L were in the Ladies’ Wing, which I had hardly set foot in since being shown round after the interview. L16 was on the upper floor, and in fact was one of the largest of the double bedrooms. I knocked politely on the door, and heard a voice in response telling me to come in. I was concentrating on balancing the tray as I entered the room, so it was not until I had carefully placed it on the table by the window that I took in my surroundings – and stopped abruptly. transfixed by what I saw.

The room had a large double bed – bigger than king size – and the duvet had been removed and was piled on the floor. Lying sprawled across the wide expanse of the pale yellow under-sheet was a beautiful young woman, apparently asleep – and completely naked. She was face-down, and her auburn hair fell in curls to her shoulders. I could see the outline of one breast, full and generous, and the rounded thrust of her buttocks. Most of all, her legs were spread quite wide apart, and from where I was standing at the foot of the bed I was looking almost straight up between them, where I could see the base of her vaginal slit.

Before I could react at all, another woman emerged from the en suite bathroom behind me and leaned against its door frame, looked at me appraisingly, and remarked: ‘she does look delectable, doesn’t she?’ This was the same voice that had called me to come in, and if the woman on the bed was a vision of youthful loveliness, this one over-trumped her with the gloss of experience and authority. She was partly dressed – but, oh!, how she was dressed! Looking at her, my knees nearly gave way, and I felt butterflies in my stomach and an unfamiliar warmth and wetness between my legs. The woman in the doorway was the older – mid 30s at least, whilst her companion looked around twenty-five. She had a well-kept figure with good curves that were more than emphasised by her outfit. This was entirely in black, and consisted of knee-high boots, traditional stockings held up by a garter belt, skimpy thong panties, and above them a laced corset-like basque that went from her hips to frame the undersides of her breasts, leaving the nipples visible.

I gasped, and unconsciously licked my lips; I must have looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. As she stepped past me and placed a twenty-pound note next to the breakfast tray, her younger companion lazily rolled over onto her back, with her legs spread even wider apart, and looked at me languorously. She had not been asleep at all – in fact the whole scenario had been staged for my arrival; I later discovered that Miss Foster had arranged with them to send over her ‘new girl’ at that time. The older woman said: ‘I’m Caroline, and this is Vicky – we’d like you to stay, and play with us for a while’. She came closer to me – I swallowed, but otherwise did not move or speak – and then her breasts were almost touching me as she reached for my chin, and gently but firmly kissed me on the lips. My mouth was already partly open, and I gave no resistance at all – in fact I opened wider, and my tongue sought hers. It was all the encouragement that she needed, and her hands dropped to my skirt and tugged it up above my hips. Then her fingers found the front of my panties, giving me a tingle as sharp as an electric shock. As she gently stroked me, I was embarrassed to realise that the gusset of my panties was sopping wet, excitement and arousal drenching it with a mixture of sweat and vaginal juices. ‘Mmm,’ said Caroline in appreciation, ‘I think she’s ripe and ready’. She slipped her hand inside my panties, and ran her fingers up and down my slit. I gave a broken moan, but offered no resistance at all, lost in the waves of hot flushes that radiated out from my crotch.

Vicky roused herself and stepped off the bed, coming to stand behind me. She untied the strings of my white apron and tossed it aside, and unzipped my maid’s black dress from the collar to the base of my spine. She then took the hem of the skirt from her older lover and lifted the whole thing over my shoulders and head. Now I was wearing only my white bra and panties, and a pair of black hold-up stockings as per Miss Foster’s requirements. With a swift motion, Vicky unclasped and removed my bra, letting my breasts swing free. As soon as they were bared, Caroline reached for them, cupping one in each hand and giving them sensuous but firm caresses which produced from me another inarticulate moan of pleasure. This was nothing compared to what followed, as Caroline bent forwards to take each nipple in turn into her mouth, licking it, nibbling it and sucking it. Never had they felt so aroused, so hard and yet so sensitive. Then her mouth traced down across my firm flat stomach, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Hooking her fingers at each side, a swift tug pulled my drenched panties down below my knees, and then to my ankles and I stepped out of them, unconsciously spreading my legs wider apart as I did so. Caroline seemed first to inhale the smell of my cunt as if it was a vintage wine, before with amazing delicacy she leaned forward to taste me. I gave a gasp of pleasure as she ran her tongue first up and then down my slit, repeating the action and pushing the tip in a little further each time. Whilst she did this, Vicky moved so close that I could feel her firm nipples pressing into my shoulder-blades. She reached round under my arms to take a firm grip of each breast, starting to squeeze and knead them.

Caroline sat back on her heels, and asked if I was a virgin. ‘Technically, no’, I replied, which I then had to explain. I had begun masturbating a year before, using my fingers and then a slim plastic shampoo bottle which was just the right diameter and length. However, one night, about three months before, I had got carried away and pushed the bottle in too hard – breaking my hymen. It was a shock and it felt a bit sore, but I soon found I could get greater pleasure from pushing the bottle in further, and I now regularly got four inches of it up me. However, no person – boy or girl – had been in my pussy, so I was still a virgin in everything other than the strict medical sense. ‘That’s good’, replied Caroline, ‘we want to fuck you, but we don’t want to hurt you’. By now I had lost all restraint, and I gasped in response: ‘Yes – yes! Have me, take me, fuck me, please!’

Now Caroline began eating me out properly, pushing her tongue deeply between my labia, hunting for the nub of the clitoris with all the experience of more than fifteen years of lesbian fucking. The sensations were amazing, and when she found her target I was convulsed. I was shuddering and moaning, my hips bucking spasmodically, and I thrust my pelvis forward whilst spreading my legs open to give this wonderful woman total access to my body. Vicky held my upper body in a vice-like grip, her hands encasing and squeezing my breasts, as I came with an orgasm that burst from my clitoris and ran through my whole body like a tidal wave. I think I would have collapsed if Vicky had not been holding me up, and I realise now that her firm restraint of my upper body had heightened the intensity of my sexual pleasure.

Vicky eased me down onto the bed and lay beside me, leaning across to give oral attention to my tits – both women found it irresistible that a girl my age had such shapely and well-rounded breasts. I arched my back in response, spreading my legs wide apart, and Vicky needed no more invitation – her right hand snaked across my inner thigh, and began probing into my vagina. As if this was not enough, Caroline knelt on the bed on my other side. She had removed her thong panties, revealing clean-shaven pubes and labial lips which were puffy and erect around her moist pink hole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and she smiled and took my hand. ‘Touch me there’, she breathed, guiding my fingers to her opening and helping to insert my forefinger and then also the one next to it, sliding into her up to the knuckle. Caroline gave a ragged gasp and gripped my wrist, encouraging me to piston my fingers in and out, faster and deeper – in fact, she was almost wanking herself on me. After a few sweaty heaving moments, she achieved orgasm with a mixture of a shudder and a shriek. She removed my fingers and raised them to her lips, licking them and then bestowing a kiss. She stood up and looked down at my youthful body; ‘Now I want you’, she said, and I nodded in mute agreement.

As Vicky continued to lick my tits and frot her fingers up and down my slit, Caroline walked over to her suitcase and removed something which I had never seen before – but I knew at once, with a ripple of excited anticipation, exactly what it was: a strap-on dildo. She buckled the harness around her hips and fastened the strap between her legs; it had a black leather front plate from which extruded a ribbed black plastic dildo which looked huge to my innocent eyes. My moment of doubt must have shown, as Caroline hastened to reassure me: ‘I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt, babe, but if you don’t like it just say stop. I just want to be your first-ever fuck, and make it good for you.’ I was so turned on by this that my doubts vanished, and I begged her: ‘Take me – take me hard!’ Vicky changed position, moving around behind me to cradle my head and shoulders between her thighs, though she continued to fondle my breasts and tweak my sensitive nipples. Caroline slid a flat pillow underneath my bottom, lifting my crotch a few inches into the air, and then she spread my knees as far apart as possible. She slipped her hands beneath me, each gripping one of my buttocks, and then carefully positioned the tip of the dildo in line with the centre of my cunt. I was so well-lubricated that when she leant forwards, gently using her weight to press in, the plastic cock slid in smoothly and painlessly. I felt wonderfully filled and stretched, but no discomfort – just the satisfying feeling of being totally penetrated by a gorgeously sexual woman. Caroline worked the dildo in and out, carefully at first but then with increasing vigour as she found little resistance and I was making no complaint – what I was making was mewling gasps of encouragement and entreaty, begging her to give it to me more and harder! All too soon I was reaching crescendo again, and this time I achieved an even more seismic orgasm, like nothing I had managed on my own. I may have fainted for a minute – I certainly felt dazed and a bit dizzy.

Seeing that I was exhausted, the two women eased off, and for a few moments we just lay on the bed and cuddled – it was delicious being in the middle. Then Vicky rolled onto her back, spread her thighs apart, stroked her hand up and down her labia, and looked at me with a sultry and lustful expression. ‘Would you like to taste me?’ she asked. I was swept along on the tide of my sexual liberation, and mutely I nodded yes – I was really going to have to get more articulate. Vicky moved up to rest her shoulders and head on the pillows, and then opened her legs even wider. I knelt down between them, sticking my butt in the air, and brought my lips up to her pussy – it was ripe and partly open, with a surrounding of ginger curls that were neatly trimmed. Hesitantly at first, I licked and tasted her, relishing her musky smell and the mixture of sweet and spice in her juices. Getting bolder, I pushed my tongue in further and moved it around, and then clamped my lips over her labia and started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Mostly by luck, I found her clitoris as I lapped up and down, and she started to twitch and gasp for breath. At last, she seized the back of my head and pressed me further into her, but before I could worry about how I was going to breathe, her hips bucked and she orgasmed quite suddenly. During this, Caroline had moved off the bed, partly to give us more room and partly to get a better view. She sat in a nearby chair with her legs apart, stroking her nipples with one hand and masturbating her cunt with the other, and avidly watching the spectacle of her sexy lover – 10 years younger than her – being eaten out by a young girl who was 20 years her junior. Almost as soon as Vicky came, Caroline followed suit, leaning back in the chair and arching her back, as her pistoning fingers brought her to climax.

With a start I looked at the clock and realised the time – nearly thirty of Miss Foster’s forty-five minutes were up, and I was in no state to go back to work. Caroline and Vicky appreciated the problem, and ushered me into their bathroom for a quick shower, after which they both dried me with the hotel’s soft towels – I’m not sure if that saved any time, but it felt wonderful. I looked with doubt at my sticky panties, but Caroline reached for them and said that she wanted to keep them, as something to remember this by. Instead, she went to her suitcase and presented me with pair of beautiful, lace-trimmed, silky white panties – clearly an exotic and expensive make, tailored in a skimpy V-shape from my hips to my crotch. I then quickly restored the rest of my uniform, and with regret turned to leave. Caroline put another twenty-pound note down next to the first one, ‘because it was your first time’. I said I didn’t want to take any money, and they replied that they understood that but that I must as ‘it was the rules’. I didn’t really grasp what they meant, but took the cash and thanked them. They were checking out that morning, but said that in three weeks’ time they were booked to stay for the whole weekend, and perhaps I could join them during my off-duty time on Saturday afternoon? ‘Oh, yes, please!’, I said, and they replied that it was a date. Just as I was about to exit their room, Vicky jumped off the bed and ran over to her suitcase, with her full breasts deliciously swinging free. To my amazement, she presented me with a large vibrator, black and ridged with a curved top end; it looked like part of the same set as Caroline’s strap-on. Vicky gave me a happy smile and said she wanted me to have this as a memento, and because ‘it’ll be a lot more fun than your shampoo bottle!’

I left the Ladies’ Wing in a euphoric daze, first going to put the vibrator away in my locker – I would have to think about where to keep it at home so that my mother wouldn’t find it! For the rest of the morning, I cleaned bedrooms and changed bed linen on automatic pilot, my head in a whirl. I had enjoyed the experience so profoundly, and knew that I felt no real interest in the attentions of boys, so it was almost with relief that I accepted that I was definitely a lesbian – and that nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it. That settled me, and by the time we had finished serving lunches in the restaurant, I had put the morning’s adventure aside to think about later, and was back in the working routine. As we cleared the last tables, I saw Miss Foster talking with Miss Deacon, and I thought she looked my way several times – I had probably made some silly mistakes earlier, cleaning the rooms whilst half in a dream. The hotel owner left, and a few minutes later the housekeeper called me over. I was given two rooms in the front part of the hotel that still needed attention before my afternoon break, and then Miss Deacon turned back almost as an afterthought. ‘Oh, yes – after you’ve done those, and before taking your break, please go and see Yoshiko in L5 – there’s something she needs help with, but it’s not urgent.’ I must have looked puzzled, so Miss Deacon explained that Ms Yoshiko Mitseui was a regular visitor to the hotel, and that she worked for one of the big Japanese banks in London so her English was faultless. ‘You’ll have no trouble understanding what she needs’, said Miss Deacon with a hint of a smile.

It was an hour later that I finished the last bedroom, and walked through the door again into the Ladies’ Wing. L5 was a ground floor, single room – though all of these were quite spacious and had broad queen-sized beds, the reason for which I didn’t yet realise. I knocked on the door of the room, and a soft attractive voice asked ‘Who is it?’. ‘Room service’, I replied, and was bidden to enter. Coming into the room, I saw a stunningly pretty young Japanese woman sitting at the small table by the window, taking a sip from a cup of green tea. As she rose and walked towards me, I estimated her age as mid to late 20s, but her complexion was so smooth it was hard to be sure. She was about my height, but slighter in build, and had lustrous straight black hair which fell nearly halfway down her back. She was wearing a very pretty wrap-around kimono dressing gown made of thin blue silk; it was quite short, going only just below her hips. As she came nearer, her dark almond-shaped eyes fixed on mine, she let go of the kimono’s belt and it swung open, revealing that she was completely naked underneath it. I could see her small high breasts, flat stomach, boyish slim hips, and the trimmed triangle of jet black hair on her Venus mound, with a hint of pink showing in its midst. I did my wide-eyed, open-mouth, rooted-to-the-spot thing again – really, I was going to have to come up with a more engaging response if this sort of thing was going to keep happening (oh, yes, please yes, let it do so!). Yoshiko stood in front of me, and with a practiced shrug of her shoulders the kimono crumpled to the ground. My blood was pounding in my ears, so I scarcely heard her say: ‘Nancy was right – you are a very beautiful girl’. I had no idea who she was referring to, but found out later that Nancy was Miss Deacon, who had spent the night in Yoshiko’s bed, giving her pleasure in the manner which satisfied them both.

Yoshiko touched my cheek and smiled hesitantly at me, and I cast off my shock and smiled back. ‘How can I help you?’ I said, feeling rather foolish. She leant closer and breathed tantalisingly into my ear: ‘I’ll show you’. Then her hand slipped down to caress my breasts through my uniform, and my nipples were so sensitive from the morning’s attentions that I immediately felt aroused. I let her take off my uniform – I found later that nearly all of the women particularly enjoyed that part – and stood before her in bra, panties and stockings. She looked admiringly at my new pair of sexy panties and said how nice they were, and I blushed and mumbled something about them being a present. She removed my underwear and took me over to the bed, and positioned me on my back. For a few moments she ran her hands over my body, constantly returning to my breasts and vagina. Then she produced a strap-on dildo from the drawer in the bedside table, and my cunt went moist in anticipation. But my assumption was wrong, for instead of stepping into it she handed it to me, and said ‘I want you to fuck me’. She showed me how to put it on, and adjusted the straps so it was secure and rode in a comfortable position. Then Yoshiko knelt on the bed on all fours, pushing her ass towards me and presenting her open vulva. I needed no more invitation, and scrambled on behind her. I steadied my balance by gripping her waist above the hips, and found that this had lined up the plastic cock in almost exactly the right spot. I was too excited to wait for confirmation or instruction, and instead pushed firmly into her. She had not quite expected me to take such initiative, and it caught her by surprise in a deeply erotic way. Within moments I was bucking my hips, reaming the dildo in and out, as she beat on the mattress with her forearms and shouted at me to give it to her harder. So I did my best, and she later told me that for a first effort it had been amazingly forceful and confident, with no hesitancy. I shifted my grip to her shoulders, curving her spine and pushing still deeper with the inward thrusts. After a minute or so of really hard pounding, she gave low moan, shuddered for a few seconds, and then collapsed forward on the bed.

‘Wow!’ I said to her prone back, ‘that was mind-blowing!’. She rolled over onto her back, showing me again her stunning Oriental body, and giving me a smile like the cat that has had the cream: ‘yes, it was’. I had more than an hour of break time left, and happily agreed when Yoshiko asked me to spend it with her. During that time we made love gently, and she showed me the pleasures of position 69. I dozed for the last twenty minutes or so, lying in her arms, and that gave my body a much-needed chance to recover. Like the women in the morning, Yoshiko insisted on my accepting a twenty-pound note, which puzzled me and I took it reluctantly. I went back to work in the dining room, where we had a busy evening – it was early summer, and it looked like the tourist season was under way. Just before I left, Miss Foster asked me if I might be able to work Sunday (the next day) as well, as she was short-handed. Even though I had acquired an unexpected £60, I wasn’t sure what to do with that, and so I readily agreed to do the extra hours.

I didn’t see my friend Kate that evening: I was too tired, and we just chatted on the phone for a while about unimportant things – there was no way I was going to recount my adventures of the day over the phone, and when – or, rather, if – I told her about them I wanted to be able to see her face and gauge her reaction. In the privacy of my bedroom, with the door locked, I slipped out of all my clothes except the sexy new panties and took the vibrator which Vicky had given me out of my bag. Easing aside the crotch of the panties, I worked it in – finding I could accommodate at least five inches now without discomfort; a good deal more than before. My pussy did feel a little raw from its exercise during the day, but also deliciously sensitive. I lay back and closed my eyes, thinking of the day’s marvels: being taken by the dominant Caroline’s dildo, tasting Vicky’s pussy as she moaned in ecstasy, and ramming the strap-on in and out of the squealing Yoshiko’s cunt. The new vibrator was ten times more arousing than my faithful old bottle, and my memories were a hundred times more arousing, so it didn’t take long before I brought myself off, twice in a row.

On Sunday I walked up the hill to the hotel, and changed into my maid’s uniform in the locker room. Kate was there, but the hotel was full and there was no time to talk to her – anyway, I was still not sure what, if anything, I would say. Whilst serving breakfasts in the dining room, I thought that a number of glances were being particularly directed my way by three or four single women who were sitting at tables on their own (and who I realised probably had rooms in the Ladies’ Wing). However, I couldn’t be sure and put it down to an over-active imagination – because I was starting to surmise what the purpose of the Ladies’ Wing might be. As we were tidying the tables and setting the places for lunch, Miss Foster called me over to her and instructed me to begin cleaning a number of the rooms on the ground floor of the Ladies’ Wing. I was pleased and excited, because apart from yesterday’s two errands I had hardly set foot in it, and I was curious; I also felt (correctly, as it turned out) that I had passed some sort of threshold or test.

I walked along the ground floor corridor, and found that the rooms which I had been assigned to clean were at the further end, next to Miss Foster’s own private rooms. I had not seen into any of these on my introductory tour of the hotel, and so when I saw a door standing ajar I could not resist the temptation even though it was marked ‘Strictly Private’. On that previous occasion Miss Foster had indicated this door and called it her ‘exercise room’; as I stepped into it, I gave gasp – it was for exercises, but it was not a normal gymnasium. I knew enough to recognise from its fittings that this was a bondage room. There were manacles and rope fastenings on one of the walls, an upright X-frame, a padded leather table shaped in a horizontal X with arms and legs that could be swung wider apart, something that looked like old-fashioned stocks, and a triangular frame with a padded section like a saddle at the top. In racks or shelves on the wall were leather cuffs, chain shackles, handcuffs, ropes, gags, strap-ons, vibrators and other exotic things I could not identify – also, rather ominously, some canes and whips. The room was large, at least the size of two spacious double-bedrooms, and much of the floor at one end was taken up by two large mattresses which were covered in satiny black sheets. The windows were of frosted glass, and in any case looked directly onto the steep earth bank of the hill behind the hotel, so there was enough light but no one could possibly see in. I strolled around, fascinated by the furnishings and equipment, picking up some things and stroking others. I took down from the wall a pair of leather manacles which were joined by a short silver chain, and strapped one of them around my right wrist. My back was to the door, and I jumped in shock when suddenly I heard it click shut.

I spun round, and there was Miss Foster looking at me with a steely glint in her eye. She was standing with her back to the closed door, and her right hand held a short riding-crop which she was rhythmically slapping into her left palm ‘You know you are not supposed to come in here’, she said sharply, and I stammered excuses about the open door and just being curious. Miss Foster’s face relaxed into a hint of a smile, and she asked if I had found it interesting and exciting. ‘Oh, yes!’, I gushed, with an enthusiasm which surprised me. Miss Foster let the riding crop fall to her side, and walked across the wide room towards me. Only then did I properly take in her appearance, which had subtly changed since breakfast. She still had her trademark black boots and stockings, but her stylish black skirt had been replaced by one much shorter and tighter, almost slutty, and so brief that I was sure I could see the clips of the suspenders at the top of her stockings. She had also discarded the tasteful grey blouse she had been wearing, and as she moved her unbuttoned suit jacket swung open and I realised that all she was wearing underneath it was a sexy underwired black bra, with her cleavage clearly visible. She was a stunning vision of sexual maturity, experience and confidence; I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she knew it.

‘Time for you to learn the ropes, my pretty’, she said, as she stopped directly in front of me. I bit my lower lip in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, but made no other move. She slipped her jacket from her shoulders and placed it over the nearby stocks, put the riding crop next to it, and stood commandingly in front of me. I had not appreciated before the swell of her full breasts, now superbly encased and uplifted in the black lace-trimmed bra. Her assured poise and authoritative gaze simply pinned me to the spot, and her hands began to caress and squeeze my tits through my bra and the thin nylon material of the maid’s uniform. My lips parted as the pressure of her hands became firmer, my breathing quickened and I gave a kind of soft moan. Miss Foster released my orbs, took a step backwards and picked up the riding crop, and with a gesture ordered me to take off my uniform. I hastily obeyed, and in a moment was standing before my employer in just my shoes, black hold-up stockings, plain white bra and the pretty white panties which Caroline had given me (I had washed and dried them before going to bed last night, as I couldn’t resist wearing them again). Miss Foster looked disapprovingly when the stockings were revealed and told me that I would look much nicer in proper suspenders, but a smile returned as she gazed on the sexy skimpy panties. ‘Very nice’, she murmured, and then she sent a shiver through my body by running her finger down the front panel of the scanty underwear and then back up again. She admired my breasts, and ran the end of her riding crop slowly from left to right under the material of the bra cups, as my nipples became erect. She unhooked and removed my bra, and stroked my naked breasts with her fingernails until I trembled with desire. Then her hand dropped, slipping inside the V-shaped front of my panties to cup my mound. I gave a broken whimper as her hand explored my labia, parting them and running a knuckle between them. She felt my soaking wetness, and smiled again: ‘You’re ready, my dear, aren’t you?’ she asked. ‘Oh yes! Miss Foster, yes!’ I managed in reply, but her expression turned stern and she cupped my chin in one hand, making me look her in the eye. ‘In this room, you will call me Mistress’, she ordered, and I pleased her by at once replying appropriately.

Miss Foster pulled my panties down, and without needing to be told I stepped out of them, naked now apart from the shoes and stockings. She looked at the leather cuff still dangling from my right arm, and said musingly to herself: ‘No, not that one …’ She unfastened it and put it back in its place, and selected instead two matching pairs of similar restraints which had much shorter linking chains. She swung my arms behind my back and then fastened them quite tightly together, using the pair of cuffs which had almost no chain on my wrists and the other pair, which had just a few inches, to pull my elbows close together. The effect was nicely calculated to make me stand erect with my shoulders pulled backwards, so that my breasts were thrust out into the air. She cupped them again, and then rubbed the riding crop across my throbbing nipples. Next she fastened a studded leather collar around my neck, and led me by its leash to the wall, where I was fixed to a series of cuffs and chains which went around my pinioned arms and waist, and to ankle straps which pulled my legs wide apart. Miss Foster tapped the inside of my thighs quite sharply with the end of the riding crop, but when I began to look fearful she paused and assured me that I would not be hurt against my will: everything in the room was intended for pleasure, not pain. I nodded acceptance, and was rewarded by the riding crop rising between my legs to press and then grind on my crotch, separating my labia and sliding inside. The effect was amazing, and I had my first orgasm almost at once. Realising that I had come, Miss Foster knelt down and applied her mouth to my pussy, licking inside me to savour the taste of my juices. I was in seventh heaven, with this stunning, masterful woman taking possession of my body, and I orgasmed again as her tongue rasped across my clitoris.

As Miss Foster rose and wiped her lips, I saw over her shoulder the other door into the room begin to open – this was at its furthest end, and I realised it must connect directly into Miss Foster’s personal suite. Into the exercise room walked Miss Deacon – but as I had never seen her before. She was wearing slutty red shoes with three-inch heels and winding straps, red stockings held up by a red suspender belt, and a thin red quarter-cup bra that lifted her breasts and exposed her nipples – and absolutely nothing else, so that her cunt was openly on view. At once I understood that she was Miss Foster’s lover, and this was why the two of them were the only ones who lived permanently in the hotel building. Miss Deacon stalked towards us with sinuous grace, gazing avidly at my exposed young body and my tits in particular. ‘Well, Sally,’ she said to her partner, ‘It looks like your instinct was right again.’ ‘Indeed,’ replied Miss Foster, slipping two fingers in and out of my cervix and making me jerk in arousal; ‘As we thought, she’s as pretty as a peach and ripe for the plucking – and the fucking.’ I thought Miss Deacon looked stunning, and admired her back as she ran first her eyes and then her hands all over me. She was several years younger than her boss, with a slender figure and smaller, pointy breasts which the tiny bra elevated to jut even more provocatively. She turned to Miss Foster, and then dropped to her knees in front of her and asked: ‘What is your pleasure, my mistress?’ She was ordered to unzip and take down Miss Foster’s skirt, which revealed that the older woman was wearing no panties, and I gazed admiringly at the smooth swell of her shaven pubes as Miss Deacon leant forward and kissed her on the vagina.

Next, Miss Foster ordered her to go over to the X-shaped table and lie on it, face downwards. Miss Deacon’s wrists and ankles were strapped in to its four extremities, which were then pushed apart to their maximum spread. The whole table also turned on a central pivot, and Miss Foster rotated it so that Miss Deacon was looking straight at me, her face level with my pussy but about five feet away. There was a support for Miss Deacon’s chin, and I could now see that the shape of the table was cleverly designed so that woman’s breasts would hang free and could be reached from underneath. Miss Foster ran the riding crop down Miss Deacon’s backbone, snagging the bra strap and unclipping it, and then moving over her buttocks and down the inside of her right leg. The older woman looked appraisingly at her bound lover, and then selected what seemed to my young eyes an enormous strap-on from the collection on the shelf. She buckled it on, spread some lubricant along its length, and then came to stand between Miss Deacon’s opened legs. She looked over her back and directly at me as she asked the captive woman: ‘What’s it to be – cunt or ass?’ ‘Ass-fuck me, you bitch!’ moaned Miss Deacon, ‘you know I love that’. I gasped – I had never even thought of such a thing, and was both shocked and intrigued. Miss Foster slapped her partner’s rump with the riding crop, took a firm grip on her hips, and then slowly ground the dildo into the gasping woman’s anus. She began to pump in and out, and during the whole time both women gazed steadily at me, savouring my reaction to the raw sexual display in front of me. Miss Deacon began to bleat and moan, rearing up as much as her bonds would allow and sometimes shaking her head, but all of the time her eyes were locked on my face. Both women could see that I was being turned on by the sight of two experienced lesbians making out, and in turn that excited them even more. Miss Deacon gasped her way to a huge climax, coming with a combination of yelp and shriek, and Miss Foster withdrew the anal battering-ram and unstrapped her lover.

Both women now turned their attention to me. My bonds were adjusted, releasing my arms from behind me and fastening them instead to each side, and further ropes were would tightly round my chest, encasing and constricting my breasts like a bondage bra – with similar effect, lifting my tits and thrusting them out and forwards. Ropes around my knees and thighs ensured that my legs would remain fixed wide open, and another around my waist gave me almost no lateral movement. They spent a little time fondling my tits, which they both licked and sucked, and probing into my pussy, licking their fingers afterwards in appreciation. I was already highly sensitised and feeling that all my bones had turned to jelly, when Miss Foster selected another item which at first glance I took to be another strap-on. However, she explained to me that this was their invention, which they called the ‘Un-chastity belt’ or the ‘Strap-in’. It had a large vibrator, which Miss Deacon switched on and Miss Foster then pushed inside me, easing it up until all of its six-inch length had penetrated. As it throbbed inside me, already pushing me towards another climax, the rest of the device was put in place. It was very much like the reverse of a strap-on: there was a broad triangular section across my crotch which removed any chance of the vibrator coming out (and, of course, of my being able to switch it off), and there were straps around my waist and across my buttocks which held this firmly in place. They stood back to watch its effects on me, as the vibrator’s pulsing frictions deep inside me and on my vagina and clitoris swept me into a mind-blowing orgasm.

It was at this point that I discovered my love of bondage. It was precisely because I was so tightly restrained that I could let myself go completely, for anything that happened was no longer my responsibility. The bonds removed the need to consider anything other than my own physical cravings, and so they were truly liberating psychologically because they held me so securely physically. I lunged and thrashed in my ropes, my young body jerking from side to side in uncontrolled spasms, as the vibrator took me from the crest of one orgasm to the next. I was moaning, gasping, yelping and screaming, until I was further confined by Miss Foster shoving a ball-gag into my mouth and strapping it tightly behind my head. I yelled even louder into it, orgasming again, deliberately struggling in my ropes and throwing myself around as far as they permitted. My sweat-coated buttocks slapped repeatedly against the wall behind me, and my heels drummed against the skirting-board. My pelvis was shuddering, my hips spreading even further open as I stretch my pussy to encompass the pitiless fucking of the electric vibrator. The two women gazed on my uninhibited abandonment with lustful enjoyment. ‘She’s a natural’, breathed Miss Foster; ‘hot stuff,’ agreed Miss Deacon with a nod. Eventually I could take no more, having lost count of my rippling series of orgasms, and my legs glistened with sweat and the juices that had seeped from my quim. Concerned to make sure I did not pass out, they removed the wonderful fuck-machine and the ball-gag, and wiped the sweat and saliva from my face, breasts and cunt with a soft towel. Miss Foster slipped back into her mini-skirt and buttoned up her jacket, and without explanation left by the door to the main corridor. Miss Deacon gently brushed my hair with a comb and gave me a much-needed drink of water, but made no sign of releasing me from bondage.

I had nearly recovered my breath when about five minutes later Miss Foster returned. She was not alone, but led into the room more than a dozen women aged from their early 20s to early 40s. Most of them I recognized as hotel guests, and I realised they must be residents in the Ladies’ Wing; several were single, but there were some couples – and one of these had obviously been in the middle of making out, as they strolled in holding hands and completely nude apart from their high-heeled shoes. All the rest of the woman were fully dressed, with two exceptions. One was one of the youngest present, a slim and pretty redhead who was wearing black stockings which were clipped to a black basque-corset with red trimmings, so that her cunt below and breasts above were fully exposed. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the leash to the collar around her neck was held by a tall, busty black woman of around 40, who was wearing a smart executive-style power skirt-and-suit with shoulder pads. The other was towards the end of the procession, as Yoshiko came in wearing only her light kimono. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss, and I was amazed and delighted to see that she was holding the hand of Alice, the off-duty chef who would be in charge of the hotel kitchen for today’s evening meal; Alice looked a little rumpled, and I surmised that Yoshiko had recently had another good doggy-style fucking. Some of the last women to enter were also hotel staff, but by now all my shyness had gone and I regarded them with as much open interest as they directed at me. There was Lorna, the other chef, who was in her early 30s compared to Alice’s mid-20s; she was a focused and briskly efficient martinet when running the kitchen, and my only contact with her hitherto had been to follow her brusque orders as quickly as possible, but now she gave me a lazy smile which transformed her looks, and ran her tongue along her lips. She was arm-in-arm with the hotel’s main receptionist, a buxom blonde who was almost a caricature of the traditional barmaid image – I had found her to be sweet and helpful, and the idea that she might be open to my sucking on her wonderful breasts (definitely the largest on view) was mind-blowing.

Each of the women approached my bound figure in turn, singly or in couples. They ran their hands over my ripe young breasts with interest and admiration, squeezed my firm and shapely ass, and slid one or two fingers in and out of my cunt like a dipstick checking an engine for oil, inspecting and then licking their fingers afterwards. Several tweaked or flicked my nipples, and each finished by giving me a deep kiss. It was immensely arousing, especially when the captive redhead knelt beneath my crotch and slowly licked me whilst her black mistress cradled my beasts and gave me a long French kiss. I thought to myself that a three-way with those two would be a top priority, and then wondered belatedly how I had become such a slut so quickly. The serial attention was getting me worked up again, and to stifle my moans Miss Foster reinserted the ball-gag, to my considerable pleasure. After all the women had finished, Miss Foster, who had again discarded her skirt and jacket, came over to me and said that I had passed the tests of initiation into the ‘Sapphos Club’. She explained this group included many of the staff and a wide circle of visitors, and that only members of the Club could stay or work in the Ladies’ Wing – but there they had the privacy to enjoy whatever sexual activity was their pleasure, with the one rule that there was no coercion. The other rules were that the staff should accommodate whatever the guests desired, unless they had good reason to object, and that in return the guests would give a gift to anyone they propositioned – which explained my twenty-pound notes, which was the customary rate. There was no need for a gift, however, if the member of staff made the overture. Finally, the Club was secret, and neither it nor what went on in the Ladies’ Wing must ever be divulged to any non-member, and she briefly made it clear that they had ways of discrediting anyone who broke confidentiality. Then she put one hand under my chin, looking into my eyes, whilst with her other she slipped three fingers into my gaping pussy and took hold of my clitoris – as I later discovered, this was a ritual followed for every initiation. She asked if I wanted to become a member of the Sapphos Club, and would swear to abide by its rules and her decisions as its leader. I was still gagged, but my vigorous nod of agreement was clear enough, and so to confirm my oath she vigorously frigged my cunt until I jerked and shuddered in orgasm. The seal was set by every woman present taking a turn to lick and taste my come; they all congratulated me, and said what beautiful young girl I was and that I would be a real asset – my pulse raced when the statuesque black woman whispered in my ear: ‘You’ll be well-used, my pretty pussy – and I’m going to be at the head of the queue’, whilst her young bondage-mate gave me a salacious wink.

There was a final surprise still to come. Leaving me firmly roped. gagged and thoroughly aroused, the women drew back and Miss Foster nodded to the woman nearest to the door, saying ‘Bring the girls in to meet our newest member.’ The door was opened, and into the room came four of my fellow part-time hotel maids, all in their pretty uniforms. Two were girls who went to my school and I knew moderately well – one was in the year ahead of me, and one in my own class. But the real shock was the last of the four, as into the bondage room walked my stunning best-friend, Kate. I jerked in my ropes as I saw her, but almost at once I realised that she was looking at me with lust in her eyes. ‘Oh, babe,’ she gasped, ‘I’ve dreamed for so long of seeing you like this – of having you.’ I couldn’t believe my luck as she quickly stripped off her uniform, cast aside her bra and panties, and walked towards me dressed only in stockings and a suspender belt, with her sweet pretty pussy alluringly framed between its straps. She knelt in front of me, ran her fingers along my swollen and distended labial lips, and then proceeded to eat me out like an expert – but, as she explained later, she had started work at the hotel three months before me, and had been initiated into the Sapphos Club on her second weekend. I was transported into bliss – my lovely, wonderful Kate was a lesbian too, and was taking me to the heights of ecstasy. It was the start of a wonderful year, as Kate and I worked (much of the time on our backs or roped up in the bondage room) in the Ladies’ Wing at the weekends, and made love to each other whenever we got the chance during the week.

All of this happened a little over twenty years ago. A year later, Kate and I went away to university, and after graduating we both got jobs in London. We are still together and very much in love, although we have never been monogamous and have had – separately and together – sexual encounters with many other women. We both work successfully in the travel industry (a great way to meet hot babes from all over the world – I still remember the Swedish tour guide who lived with us for a couple of months in 1996), and have made quite a bit of money. In fact, we have recently been talking about maybe starting a hotel of our own … a special kind of hotel … for ladies only …

That night was a turning point for me. I don’t know what came over me. Sure my husband and I were no longer having the amazing sex we used to, and the amount of sex was still steadily dwindling. I suppose I’m to blame really. I still hadn’t dropped the baby weight and it’d been 6mths, not to mention my hormones were just beginning to balance out after the birth of our youngest. Honestly there’s no excuse in the world to justify what I did…. But I refuse to regret it now, not after all it revealed in the end.

I was going out with a few girlfriends that night. A local bar, a hole in the wall really. Not feeling in the best of spirits I chose to roll a joint to smoke prior. This wasn’t normal behavior for me. Heck the only reason I had the pot was because I’d bought some for my mother (that’s a whole other story).

The weed had kicked in by the time I reached the bar. I quickly began drinking to cover my ass if my friends began to question my state. After a couple drinks I spotted him. He was older, maybe by 20yrs, which would put him in his mid-40s. He still looked good. Not that I planned to do anything…. No harm in looking though. Another drink or two passed, enjoying the company of my friends. The mix of weed and booze were doing a damn good job of loosening me up. Mr. older man and I locked eyes a few times, nothing too flirtatious just a glance here or there.

I excused myself before I could finish another drink; I was in desperate need of a piss. The jukebox called my name as I headed back to my friends. I paused to deposit a few bucks and pick out a couple of my favs. His hot breath on my ear as he leaned in behind me and whispered “you want to come back to my place?”. A familiar tingle shot between my legs. Before allowing the whispers of sanity to sink in I spoke a simple “yes”. He said he’d meet me outside in 20mins. Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. We were all friends, my husband and I, along with them and their spouses. I couldn’t let them suspect anything.

“I think I drank too much. I’m gonna call it a night and head home.” I lied out my ass.

“You need one of us to drive you?” “You ok girl?” “You ok to drive?” They all asked at once.

“No no I’m fine…. Just a headache… Y’all have fun.” Once again lying to my friends.

They told me to be safe and hugged me goodbye. Finally I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, just what I was getting myself into I wasn’t sure.

Following him to his place I started to feel a panic. No it was more than a panic. I was already feeling tinges of guilt, I was terrified, yet there was also need and excitement mixed in. I hadn’t felt wanted like this in so long! Walking toward the front door I thought “this is it, you can still turn around and leave, no harm done” but then he turned to look at me with a wicked smile on his face, pushed open the door and ushered me in. When I heard the lock click I felt a sudden wave of nausea. My whole body shook lightly, standing there in this stranger’s living room.

He didn’t say much. We both knew we weren’t there for small talk. He walked to a nearby desk and pulled a bag from the drawer. He began forming lines. He snorted one line then another. Looking back at me he asked “you want some?”. Besides the joint earlier, I hadn’t done drugs (especially hard drugs) in many many years. Without thinking further I said “sure”.

He handed me the rolled up bill. I snorted half a line in my right nostril, then the other half with my left. My sinuses were on fire. He snorted two more lines and handed the bill back to me once again. I was barely able to finish my second line. The taste in the back of my throat nearly making me gag. He offered me a soda which I gladly accepted. I took a few sips, feeling more at ease with the drugs seeping into my system. He wasted no more time and took me in his arms and began kissing me hard.

Without warning his tongue was probing my mouth. Clothes were coming off quickly, thanks in large part to him. I was practically paralyzed in shock of what I was allowing to happen. Now completely naked, I felt his hands roam my body. My hands followed suit and I found myself touching him as he was touching me. The drugs were really hitting me; it was becoming hard to focus. Next thing I knew I was on my knees with his hard cock down my throat. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth till he shot his first load deep down my throat. I continued sucking till I was sure I’d drained him.

He then sat me on the couch and knelt between my legs. His hands ran up my thighs, over my tummy, on up to my large breasts. He squeezed them while taking turns flicking first one nipple then the other. His hands remained on my breasts as his head traveled down to my pussy. My nails dug into his back as he licked and sucked me to orgasm. I moaned out loud as I shook with pleasure.

Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickly wrapped his arms under my legs bringing my ass to the edge. In one thrust his hard rod slid deep inside my soaking wet pussy. I grasped the fabric of the couch as he pounded me like an animal. Both of us grunting, moaning, screaming, and spewing every curse word imaginable.
After some time he stood, panting and pouring sweat. Instinctively I turned and positioned my knees near the edge with my ass high in the air. He took ahold of my hips and plunged back down deep in my cunt. My hands clung to the back of the couch as he fucked me into a fog. I was screaming out so loud my throat hurt and my mouth was dry. He slowed down to catch his breath. I took the opportunity and reached back to wrap my fingers around his cock to position the head at the entrance of my ass. He pushed the head in without much effort. I was no stranger to anal sex. Reaching for my tits, he began twisting and pulling my nipples as he steadily inserted his cock into my bowels. Once he was balls deep he retracted half way then proceeded to slowly fuck my ass.

“Harder! Fuck my ass harder!” It must have been the drugs talking.

He gladly obliged my demand. His hands returned to my hips as he started ramming my ass hard & deep. One hand slid from my hip to play with my clit. I was holding onto the couch for dear life as my second orgasm hit. “Oh my fucking God!!!!” His body tensed along with mine as he unloaded in my ass.

We were both spent for the time being and thus collapsed on the couch. My heart was pounding so hard I feared what kind of affect the mix of drugs and booze was having on my body. I was radiating heat and sweating profusely. I closed my eyes trying to regain control of my body. When my eyes opened he was handing me a wet hand towel to clean myself with. That cold wet rag felt amazing on my clammy skin. Meanwhile he went back to the table and snorted another two lines. This time he didn’t bother to ask if I wanted any, he just handed me the rolled up bill.
“Fine” I thought “just one more line.”

His hands were all over me before I could finish the line. His mouth assaulted mine as his hands grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up. We continued kissing as he walked us back to the couch. He sat down and I quickly got the hint. I held his tool and guided it into me. There was no going slow. This was all animal lust. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast. One thumb rubbed on my clit and the other my left nipple as his mouth found my right nipple.

It didn’t take long before I was approaching yet another orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me holding me as my whole body convulsed for what seemed like forever. Once it subsided I collapsed onto his chest. He rolled me over until I was pinned between him and the couch. He captured my wrists holding them above my head, plunged his tongue down my throat, and began his assault on my pussy. He ground his pelvis into mine harder and harder. After some time I felt him tense up, I knew it was coming soon. Sure enough a few more thrusts and I could feel his hot cum coating me from the inside. He stayed on top of me for a few moments catching his breath.

We unceremoniously cleaned ourselves, got dressed, he gave me his number, kissed me goodbye, and then walked me out.

It all sank in as I drove home. By the time I reached my house I felt beyond sick. As soon as I got out of my car I couldn’t hold back the vomit any longer. I puked till there was nothing left. Then I crept quietly into my home. Walking past the room my husband and I share I could see him there sleeping, unaware of what his wife had been up to.
I showered immediately. I couldn’t stand any traces of the stranger on me. I dressed in sweats. I couldn’t bring myself to get in bed next to my trusting husband. Instead I sat in the rocking chair on the front porch. I chain smoked my way to sunrise, until my husband came looking for me.

“What’s wrong? Why are you out here?” he asked concerned.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was cry…. Again. I thought I had no tears left but I was wrong.

“Baby what’s wrong? What time did you get in? How long have you been out here?” he reached out to hold me but I pushed him away. “Oh god baby you’re freezing! Tell me what’s wrong!”

I was crying harder and shaking my head “no”.

“Did something happen last night I should know about? When I couldn’t get ahold of you I tried your friends and they said you had left well before them…. Where were you?? Talk to me, you’re freaking me out!!!” He sounded almost panicked.

“I …. I …. I’m …. Sorry …. “ It was barely a whisper.

“Sorry for what? You are scaring me baby!” Tears were forming in his eyes now. “Please tell me!” I could tell he was trying to stay calm.

“I …. Can’t… I’m so …. So sorry …. “ I was blubbering between sobs.

“Did you do something last night?” I could tell he didn’t want to ask, part of him probably didn’t want to know.

All I could do was cry and shake my head “yes”.

He took a deep breath, pausing and preparing himself for his next question.

“Did you sleep with someone?” His voice was shaking and tears rolled down his perfect face.

I shook my head “yes” and just repeated “I’m so sorry!” My eyes were like fountains.

What he did next surprised me. He held me tight, rubbing my back, comforting me. “It’s all gonna be ok. We’ll get through this I promise. I love you baby.”

My brain was so confused by this. I was relieved, but this made no sense. He should be angry. He should be yelling. Call it women’s intuition if you will, but I just knew something was off…. How right I turned out to be…

I answered the door in a robe, almost forgetting to put that on.
I was surprised to see a young, handsome man in his early twenties.
“Hello Mrs…” he began. “Smith. Stacy Smith.”
“Right,” he continued. “I’m your plumber, Jason.”

I guess I was a bit shocked. Whenever I’d had a plumber over, he was much older, and usually sort of fat. Jason was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen.
I showed him to the bathroom, where the head of the shower was leaking. He frowned.

“Ok… this is going to be a bit difficult. I’m going to have to leave the shower on while I’m fixing it. Is that OK?”

I nodded, and when I had the image of him soaking wet in that shower, I felt my thong turn damp.
He grinned all of a sudden, and for a second I thought he might have known I was fantasizing about him.
“Mrs. Smith? Your, uh, breasts are hanging out.”

I looked down, and sure enough, my 32DD tits were hanging out of the robe.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, blushing.
“Oh, it was my pleasure, Mrs. Smith.” He grinned like a naughty kid.
My panties were getting close to soaked.
“You’d better get to work,” I said, flustered, as he grinned even wider.
I left quickly. I’d never cheated on my husband before but Jason…

I wanted nothing more than to fuck him.
I heard the water running. Oh, just a quick peek. To see how big his cock was and to give me something to think about when I was alone with my vibrator.
I looked in and was shocked to see him stark naked standing in my shower. But he wasn’t trying to fix it… He was rubbing his cock.
My panties were completely wet. I couldn’t stop looking at his huge cock as he rubbed it up and down.

Without even thinking I sat down on the floor and took off my robe and thong. My fingers started rubbing up and down as I got wetter and wetter.
He was going faster now, and I was getting close to a climax.
I knew I had to be quiet if I wanted to keep watching, but when I came I couldn’t help but scream. It was that good.
He looked over, and stopped rubbing.
He stepped out of the shower.
“You little slut!” He cried, his boner still intact. “How long were you watching me, huh?”

I couldn’t stop staring at his cock and he grinned again.
“You stopped me before I came.”
“I know, I’m sorry, you were just so…”

His soaking wet body dripped water on me as he leaned it.
“Suck it,” he said. “Finish me off you little whore.”
Eagerly I put my mouth on his dick, moving back and forth as I grabbed my tits and tweaked my nipples.
I knew he was getting close when he stopped me.

He grabbed me by the waist and shoved me into the shower.
I stood against the wall as he pushed himself into me.
“Oh god!!” I was screaming louder than I had ever had before.
He grabbed my legs and I clutched them around his chest.
He went in and out and in and out…
I moaned each time he moved.

He brought his face down a little bit and sucked my tits. I leaned my head back, catching water from the shower head into my mouth.
He bit down on my nipple, and I shrieked so loud I thought the police would come.
His hands grasped my ass.

“Little slut likes to watch me jack off, doesn’t she? Wants to be fucked by some stranger.”
“Oh god YES!” I screamed and felt myself coming to a second climax.
My back arched as he pumped away in me. My juices flowed down my legs.
I came so hard, I had to bite down on his shoulder to control my body.

He liked that, and he came right after, shooting his load deep into me as I moaned.
He pulled out and I almost collapsed.
“Oh, we’re not done, slut,” Jason whispered as he dragged his tongue around my ear.
Suddenly I was down in the tub, his face buried in my snatch. His tongue was so long and I gasped as it licked every part of me.
“You taste so good, slut,” I heard him say.

I could only grunt as he finished me off. I came again, this one harder than the first two times.
I could tell from the look in his eyes he wasn’t finished with me.
He turned me around and stuck his huge cock in my asshole before I even knew it was coming.
I was an anal virgin, and I’d never felt anything as good. He slapped my ass as he pulsed in and out behind me.

“Oh, god, oh god oh JESUS CHRIST!!!”
And I came again. It lasted for well over a minute.
“Now finish me off, whore!”

I began giving him head again, and swallowed when he came right in my mouth.
I was too exhausted to get out of the shower, but watched as he fixed the plumbing, still naked, put on his clothes, and left.

When my husband came home last night, I gave him the best fuck of his life.
He still doesn’t know about Jason, and I keep coming up with excuses to call the plumber.

Breakfast is over… your husband is off to work, and the kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen table finishing the last cup from the coffee pot… daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting ready to start another weekday. The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is they probably don’t look much better than I do.” Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a man in a cap and workshirt. He appears to be in his mid to late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around his cap. You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you say “Yes?”

You can see more of him now… a strong, athletic, tall man carrying a toolbox in his right hand. “You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but soft baritone. You remember your call to the appliance store in town yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your balky ice maker. “Yes, I did, come in, please”. You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him. “The ice maker… it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re expecting company this weekend” Just inside the door he places his tool box on the floor and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the headlights of a speeding car. He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into your soul, and you desperately want to say something to break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid. Read more