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On the Job
by Al de Lanza
NixPix 303/920-1263
Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I never learn. But then again, it's not always all that bad. Maureen is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance with her ... that's how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to satisfy me.
Well, the bubble burst, as it usually does, 3 months later when I finally got the chance to phone someone in that same group at Merrill. She answered the phone, and as usual was cordial, but there was none of that eagerness I had made myself believe in ... actually, it was more of a strained politeness. When I heard soon thereafter that she and her boyfriend were often into it hot and heavy, I knew that once again, I was a fool.
So in my mild depression, I decided to go back to an old standby: pornography. It's a little less exciting than fantasizing about someone real, but I don't get hurt when my lust object turns out not to be interested ... as has often been the case. As long as I'm going to be fantasizing anyway, I might as well protect my feelings. So, I went home and dug out my crate of pornography. Most of this was clipped from issues of Penthouse and Club over the past 10 years, but some of it was written by me. What all of it had in common was that it involved dominant women. Often, the men were seduced by the women. In some cases, the man was the initial aggressor, but the woman turned out to be more than his match and he is made to somehow yield to her.
My most instensely arousing fantasies involve my being seduced by a friendly but dominant woman, and the porn I wrote myself consisted of stories on this theme. By a "dominant woman", I'm not referring to the stereotypical, leather-clad "Mistress" who hurts, degrades, and humiliates her partner. My kind of dominant woman doesn't break down my resistance with pain, physical force, or sadism, but rather she uses the art of seduction and her erotic power over me. It's done in an intensely controlling, but non-hurtful and non-humiliating manner. Everything she gets me to do is through her ability to persuade and seduce. I do what she wants because she's has me so aroused, not because of fear or by being forcefully overpowered. All the porn in my collection, including those pieces I wrote myself, involve this kind of woman.
I spent a fun weekend going through all the porn and selecting a dozen or so of my favorites, including 3 pieces I wrote myself, in which I am the person being seduced and dominated. I brought my selected erotica into work and hid it in a folder amidst some little used, boring papers, and whenever I got the urge I brought the folder into a stall in the men's room, and I stroked and teased my cock while reading the porn. Due to the fact that this was a busy rest room in a crowded office building, I would never bring myself to orgasm, but just quietly titillate myself to the point where my orgasm later at home would be intense and satisfying.
So anyway, one Friday at work I was in the bathroom stall, teasing my cock and really getting into my fantasies, when suddenly I realized I was late for a meeting. I had lost track of the time. As I bolted out of the bathroom, I nearly collided with a woman whom I'd seen several times before. She was a brunette, about 25 and pretty, with a really nice figure. She stood out around the office as one of the few women who weren't shy about wearing sexy clothes to work. She'd swing her hips and let her breasts bounce as she'd walk, and I'd often find myself staring appreciatively at her swaying ass and sexy body.
She was wearing a tight red dress of a light, knit material. It stopped way above her knees. Several times earlier that day I had seen her and admired how sexy she looked in that dress with her gorgeous body and sexy walk. So anyway, after nearly colliding with her, I started to blurt out a hurried apology about being late for a meeting, but I almost choked on the words when she seemed to gaze at my crotch and then back up to my eyes. At that point I realized that I still had a partial hard-on from my bathroom masturbation, but I kept my cool ... barely. She had a smile and replied to my apology with what seemed to be a raised eyebrow and a cheerful, "No problem." I nervously apologized again and rushed back to my desk where I quickly stashed the folder of pornography, grabbed my notebook, and ran to the meeting.
Luckily, the meeting started late and I got there just as the door was closing. It went on for a couple hours and was boring as hell, and my mind wandered back to that woman. Did she really notice my hard-on, or was it just my imagination? Was that some sort of a knowing look she gave me after her apparent gaze at my crotch, or just a cheerful acceptance of my apology? After a while I decided that I was reading far too much into her actions and was once again letting my imagination get the better of me. I sighed to myself and tried to concentrate on the meeting.
It finally ended around 4:45, 15 minutes before quitting time. But as usual, I had to work late. Back at my desk I sat down with the intention of resuming work on the program I was trying to finish, but I looked down and noticed a note. It read "You dropped some papers out of your folder. Call me before 5:00. Ursula." There was a phone extension. I swore to myself and practially tore my desk drawer open. My fears were realized when I looked into my secret porn folder: the erotica was missing along with some of the innocent papers I used to hide it in. I swore again. That stuff must have fallen out of my folder some time after I was in the bathroom masturbating. I went into a panic. Was "Ursula" the sexy woman in the red dress, or someone else? What if Ursula is offended by the porn and tells my boss ... or calls Company Security? Or worse, what if she shows it around the office for a good laugh at my expense? I entertained the notion that the porn was still in between a couple of the innocent papers and it wasn't detected, but I had to admit to myself that such a thing was virtually impossible.
I drove myself crazy with my fears for a few minutes until I suddenly snapped out of it and looked at my watch. If I was going to call at all, it had to be soon because it was almost 5:00. So, I made the decision: I'd call Ursula and get it over with ... not responding would be worse for me in the long run if she somehow disapproved of the erotica. I gritted my teeth, dialed the extension on the note, and hoped for the best.
A woman's voice answered and I vowed I would try to be calm. I said, "Hello. Is this Ursula?"
"Yes it is."
I introduced myself and said, "Uh, I found a note on my desk with this number on it. It ... uh, the note said that you found some papers of mine?"
"Oh ... yeah, that's right. I've got them right here." Her voice was friendly.
"Uh, good, and, uh, thanks for leaving me that note. Um, uh, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner ... I just got out of a meeting".
"The same one you were running to when you almost bumped into me?" So Ursula was the sexy woman in the red dress. She was being friendly and cheerful ... I relaxed a bit and replied that it indeed was.
"I'm glad you called," she continued. "I was away from my desk a lot this afternoon, and I thought that you might have called when I was gone and were afraid to leave a message. I was about to come by and see if you were at your desk." So she thought I'd be afraid to leave a message ... there's no reason for her thinking that unless she saw the porn. Damn! But she was still being nice about the whole thing ... actually, she was downright cheerful. That was a good sign.
She lowered her voice to a whisper, as if someone was nearby: "So, Al, can we talk in private?"
About what? All she had to do was return the porn. This was getting more and more interesting. But I was was still nervous and played dumb. "Oh ... sure, I guess ... if you want. What about?"
She laughed and said, "I think you know what it's about, Al." She paused, waiting for a reply, but I was speechless. Her voice was confident and a bit sultry. I felt a wave of excitement and a stirring in my groin. After a moment, she continued, "Can we meet before you leave tonight?"
"Ummm ... sure." I made it sound like I had to figure out my schedule before I could be certain, although in actuality nothing could have made me miss this opportunity. I hoped she couldn't see through that childish ruse. "Uh, let's see ... any time before 8 or 9 would be fine."
"Good," she said in a friendly but somewhat businesslike manner that matched the tone I had just been feigning. "How about 8:30?"
"Sure, that's fine." I was calmer. "Um, where should we meet? A conference room?"
"I think it would be better to use an office. I have the keys to one that's empty this week. How about if I come by and show you where it is? Will you be at the same place I left my note?"
"Yeah ... OK. Just come by. I'll be at the same place."
She started whispering again, "I'll pretend I need help with a program I'm writing."
"Oh, OK. That's fine. And, uh, you'll bring my stuff?"
She laughed. "Oh yes ... I'll bring all your stuff, Al." Her conspirtorial secrecy and the teasing emphasis she put on the word "stuff" got me all the more intrigued ... she obviously knew about the porn and was being quite cheerful about it. I wondered what she had in mind for our private meeting. "Don't worry," she added. "See you then. Bye." I said goodbye and she hung up.
The time went slowly. I tried to work, but I was too anxious and excited. I kept looking at my watch every minute or so and tried in vain to concentrate on my programming. Most of the time had finally gone by when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I practically jumped out of my seat. I turned and saw it was Ursula.
She was smiling, which put me a bit more at ease. "Jumpy, aren't we?" She looked good standing there next to where I was sitting. My eyes were at the level of her chest, and she made no attempt to move when I turned and found myself staring at her nice breasts from about a foot away. She put her hand back on my shoulder when I turned, and her thigh pressed against mine. I felt my penis starting to harden. This was looking more and more interesting all the time!
I was quite nervous, though, and I tried to excuse my jumpiness by stammering something about being tired and overworked that barely made sense and sounded really lame. She laughed good-naturely, squeezed my shoulder, and pushed slightly against me. I felt her thigh against mine again, and this time I also felt her breast brush lightly against my shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Al. C'mon, follow me. I'll show you the program I'm having trouble with." She winked and then motioned me to follow her.
"Oh ... uh ... right ... uh ... let me just log out here ..." I was so excited I was shaking. I managed to log off the computer after only 5 attempts at typing "logout", and then I stood up bumping my knee. I grabbed my bag, almost dropping it, and said, "OK, I'm ready."
She laughed heartily but good-naturely at me, gave me a reassuring, sexy smile, and said, "Yeah ... you're ready all right," as she slowly lowered her eyes down to my crotch and back up. My cock was hardening and I'm sure that was visible in my pants. She winked and said, "C'mon. There's an empty office I know about." She led the way to an office on the opposite end of the floor that she unlocked. "This is Mike's office," she explained. "He's out of town for two weeks, and as the departmental secretary, I have the only other key. We won't be disturbed. Lock the door behind you."
I said "OK," and did so. She put her bag on the empty desktop and sat up next to it, cross-legged. She motioned me to sit and looked at me as if she was waiting for me to say something. I nervously sat down but couldn't think of anything to say more than a dumb-sounding, nervous, "Well, here we are."
"Yes, that's true," she said with exagerated mock seriousness and she laughed again, smiling. "You're quite the nervous one, aren't you Al?"
That got me even more nervous, and I stammered, "Uh ... yeah ... I guess I'm high-strung ... I always have been ... I'm sorry ... I'm just ... well ..."
She laughed again. "Don't worry, Al. I don't bite."
I took a deep breath and collected myself a bit, and then I said, "OK ... thanks," and smiled. She returned the smile, and said, again in her friendly, but serious tone, "So, Al ... let's get to the point." She paused and I nodded. She continued, "Your papers fell as you ran off to your desk after you almost crashed into me. I tried to catch up with you, but I only got as far as the doorway by the time I saw you rushing off to your meeting. I left you the note and went back to my desk." She paused, as if in thought, then continued, "I have to admit that I'm nosy, and," she smiled, "imagine my surprise when I saw all that pornography."
"Uh ... yeah ... I can imagine," I said sardonically.
She gave me a sly look. "I thought I'd noticed a hard-on in your pants when you left the bathroom." I looked down and groaned to myself. This was embarassing, albeit quite exciting. "Being curious and nosy, I took your pornography in the bathroom with me, and I read through it." She reached in her bag and pulled out a folder. "I like this stuff, Al. You have good taste."
I nervously looked down and thanked her. Did she masturbate in the bathroom like me? Did she just go there for privacy? Did she like the porn for literary reasons, or was it sexually exciting to her? These and other questions raced through my mind.
My thoughts were interrupted as she continued, "So, did you write those typewritten ones?"
"Yes, I did." I nervously fidgeted around.
"Are they autobiographical?"
I groaned again. This was so very difficult. But this looked like it was leading to something quite interesting, so I pressed on. "Well ... not really ... I mean, they aren't based on anything that really happened. They're ... they're fantasies ... you know, wishful thinking." I was pained to think that I was so sexually inexperienced and insecure that I had no real experiences to match up my fantasies. I was pained all the more because she now could infer that I probably masturbated to the porn, too.
She looked at me for a moment as if sizing me up, and then said, "I was hoping that you'd say that, Al." I looked up at her quizzically, and she continued. "You know, about your wishful thinking." She paused for a moment and gave me a meaningful gaze and said, "You see, Al, I like men like you."
"Oh?" I said hopefully but also suspiciously.
"Yes, Al. I do." Her demeanor was totally serious. "I can tell from this stuff ..." motioning to the folder, "... that you probably could really appreciate a woman like me."
I was quite happy about how things were working out. This sure as hell looked like she was going to offer herself to me sexually, but I still was trying to not let my hopes get too high. Plus, I was so damn nervous and embarassed. "Uh, well, I ... I mean, well, I do appreciate you, uh, but ... but, like ... like what do you mean, exactly?"
She laughed again. "I mean, Al, that your taste in porn shows me the kinds of things you like, and I like them too."
"You mean," I said slowly, "my taste in porn makes you want to ... uh ..."
"Makes me want to seduce you? Most certainly. I like seducing men who fantasize about being dominated." She stared intently at me as I nervously looked down and tried to figure out what to say.
"You're not going to deny that you'd like me to dominate you, are you, Al?"
"Well ..."
"Al, c'mon. Look: almost all your porn ... no, I think all of porn has to do with men being seduced, men being dominated, men being made to do things. This is true both about the stuff you cut out of the magazines and of your own fantasies, which you yourself have just told me are a product of wishful thinking."
I felt trapped. This was shaping up to be a fulfillment of the very fantasies she was referring to, but I was scared as hell. On the other hand, I had to keep going ... I wanted this to continue. "OK ... you're right. Yes ... I do like ... like to be ... like for the woman to be ... be strong and ... and ... OK, yes, and dominant." She nodded with a triumphant expression, and I continued, "But being dominated ... I mean, I like it ... sort of ... I mean, well, it's not so simple."
I looked at her pleadingly, but she didn't let me off the hook. "So why don't you explain it to me, Al? Tell me how you want me to dominate you."
I groaned and must have looked annoyed, because before I could get out an answer, she said, "If this is too much for you, we don't have to go on." I looked up at her. She was serious, but not angry.
It was really happening, right out of my fantasy! I was being seduced by a dominant woman. "No ... I do want to continue."
"Are you sure?"
I thought about it for a second ... what a shmuck I am! I almost blew this opportunity. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm absolutely certain." I looked at her expectantly.
She smiled and nodded reassuringly. "Good. I want it too, Al." She looked at me with a sexy expression for a moment or two, and then she got a bit more serious again and said, "So I know this is difficult, but this really isn't going to work unless you can tell me how you'd like me to dominate you."
I sighed, but nodded in acknowledgement. "OK, but please bear with me if I falter or get nervous. I'll eventually manage to get it all out."
"Certainly, Al. Say it any way you need to. I'll be patient." She gave me another sexy, reassuring smile.
"Alright. It's like, I don't ... I don't want the 'Mistress' kind of stuff with pain and humiliation and force or anything. I like a 'gentler, kinder' kind of domination." She laughed. I felt a bit more at ease after my joke and pressed on. "You know, the woman being in control ..."
She interrupted. "Not 'the woman', but me, right now." She gave me another sexy look. "Go on."
I smiled and shook my head in near disbelief. This was really happening! "Right ... OK. I want you to be in control and everything, but it's got to be seductive, erotic, friendly ... not painful or anything." I looked up at her ... she was patiently looking at me. She motioned me to go on. "OK ... I don't want you to hurt me ... I really don't want that ... I just want you to make all the decisions ... to ... to make me do things ... but ... but by seducing me and turning me on ... not by forcing me or hurting me or anything like that ... do you understand?"
She nodded. "Yes, I understand, Al." She started speaking slowly and clearly, making sure I heard and understood every word. "You want to be dominated, but not to be hurt or embarassed or humiliated. You want to be told what to do, but what you're told to do is pleasurable, not painful. You want to have things be unexpected, but with a woman who knows or can anticipate what you want or what would turn you on. You also like to be kept in a state of arousal for a long time without cumming, and to be brought to the edge of orgasm and then to not be allowed to cum ... over and over again. You want to cum more than once, but you're afraid to cum too early because then you might not be able to any more, and the pleasure will be over. You like watching me play with myself for you in many different ways. You like me talking dirty to you. You like kinky stuff as long as it's done delicately and doesn't cause pain. How am I doing?"
I couldn't believe how right-on she was being. My cock was growing in my pants. "Jeezus ... how did you know all that ...?"
"Oh, it's not not all that hard to figure all this out from what you've said so far and from your fantasies, Al." She waved the folder at me. "I read them. Remember?"
I nodded and laughed nervously, "Yeah, that's right ... you did at that. I should've figured ..."
She interrupted, "No big deal. Anyway, another reason I'm good at anticipating your needs is that I'm pretty much the same as these women you fantasize about: I'm dominant but "friendly", as you put it. I use erotic persuasion, not pain or humiliation. So, I know from experience what men like you need. Now, you may not believe this, but it's hard to find men that really want this ... many are threatened by women who want to be in control, and of those who really do want to be dominated, most want the pain and humiliation stuff, which I'm not that into. That's why I'm glad I found you." She paused, and I said I was glad I found her, too. She smiled and continued. "I'm quite experienced at this, Al. I get turned on making men do things ... making you do things." She paused again and looked at me intently. "Do you want me to make you do things, Al?" She kept staring, waiting for my reply.
I was scared but excited. I did want her to be dominant with me. The combination of fear and excitement was turning me on. My heart was beating fast and I had butterflies in my stomach as she kept staring patiently and intently. Finally, I managed to say, "Yes. Yes ... I want ... I want you to ... to make me do things."
She nodded and slowly uncrossed and spread her legs, bending her knees so her feet were flat on the desk near her ass. Her dress covered her crotch, but she slowly began to lift it, saying, "I want you to jerk off for me, Al. Right now ... in here. I want to see you play with your penis." Soon, her dress was completely up around her waist and I saw the crotch of her red, silky bikini panties. She seductively ran her fingertips up and down her panties in front of her pussy.
"Do you have a lot of cum in your balls, Al?"
My throat went dry. My cock throbbed. I had trouble talking. "Uh ... I don't know ... I guess ... I think so ..."
She kept stroking her pussy through her panties. "Did you cum in the men's room today?"
"Uh ... " I couldn't speak.
She started massaging her pussy with her flat palm and fingers. "Did you pump sperm out of your dick today, Al?"
"No." I choked.
She started pushing her fingers into her pussy as far as her panty material would let them go. She moved her hips rhythmically to meet the pressure from her hand. "When's the last time you did, Al?" I couldn't speak. "When's the last time you pumped sperm out of that hard dick of yours?"
My penis was hard. "Uh ... uh ... I think Tuesday ... uh, no ... Monday."
She smiled seductively. "Good. So you have lots for me." She continued masturbating, her hand and hips moving a bit faster and harder. She didn't say anything for a minute or two as she kept that up. She never stopped staring at me. Then, she said in a sultry, throaty, seductive whisper, "Take off your pants, Al. I told you I want you to jerk off for me." I got nervous and hesitated. "C'mon, Al. Your penis is hard and I can see it throbbing. You know you want to jack off for me now. No one can hear us in here and I have the only key. Just take off your pants so I can see your hard dick." I sighed and started taking off my shoes. "That's it, Al. I want to see your naked cock and balls. And I really want to see you jerking off."
I managed to get out my shoes, stood up, let my pants drop, and stepped out of them. "Ooooooh, good. I want you to stroke it for me ..." I started to reach for my penis, but she motioned me to stop, "... but I want you to do it the way I tell you ... it'll be much better that way ... you'll see." I nodded and managed to choke out an affirmative reply. "Now do as I say. Aim your hard penis at my pussy, Al. Here ... closer ... that's it. Now, lick your thumb and index finger and get them wet. That's it. Good. Lick the area between them ... like this." She showed me by licking her hand. "Good ... now, make a ring with your thumb and index finger and encircle the head, right under the rim. No ... no, not the shaft. Don't touch your shaft, Al, just the head and the area under the rim. Good, that's it. Now, jack your head off lightly, up and down from the rim to the tip and back. Yeah ... that's it ... back and forth, back and forth ... good. Keep your fingers wet, lick them when you need to. Keep doing that to the head and don't touch the shaft."
I started jacking off that way. The sensations were intense, and I had to keep resisting the urge to squeeze my shaft. It made me moan and thrust my hips.
"That's very good, Al. I love having you stand there in front of me and jerk off like that." She kept playing with herself and just gazed intently into my eyes. This was really tunring me on! After a while, she continued, "Now keep watching me. Don't take your eyes off me, Al." She got off the desktop and turned around so that ass was pointing at me. Her dress dropped back to her knees again, and she turned a bit so that she could see me over her shoulder.
"Look at my ass, Al." She wiggled it. "Do you want to see it naked?" By now I was starting to pant a little bit, as the pleasure in my cock was getting more intense. "Yes ... uh-huh ... I do."
"I thought so. Well, keep jerking off the head of your penis for me. That's it. Your dick is so nice and hard. Can you feel the cum starting to boil in your balls, Al?" "Yes ..." I panted. "Good, well, watch my ass." Never taking her eyes off of me, She slowly started raising her dress. She moved like a stripper, only more slowly than any one I'd ever seen. Her leering smile and her teasing, sensuous motions made me even more turned on. My cock was rigid and throbbing, and my stroking was getting more and more intensely pleasurable. I was beginning to pant more deeply and rhythmically and to thrust my hips harder and faster. Finally, her dress was up to her waist, revealing her round, full, panty-covered ass.
She then started playing with the elastic waistband of her panties, slowly teasing them off of her. This was better than any stripper, because she did it so much more slowly. Finally, after many minutes she had her panties down and she pulled them all the way off. She slid both her hands down to her naked ass and started slowly caressing and spreading it open as she languidly gyrated her hips. "My ass, Al," she purred. "Look at it. C'mon Al. Tease your meat for me. Your fingers feel so good! I bet you were going to pump all that spunk out of your hot balls when you got home tonight. All that hot cream, Al. Just think of how your semen will look and feel when it squirts out of you ... and watch my ass."
My cock was throbbing and I was furiously thrusting my hips and moaning. "Ahhhhhh, that's it, Al. Your penis is so hard. I love making it that way. I want you hard as steel for me." She continued her erotic motions and kept her eyes on me. I was sweating and groaning as I jerked off for her. The pleasure in my cock and balls kept mounting. After a few minutes she started speaking again. "OK, Al. Now stroke your big long prick any way you like. Do it the way you do it at home." I stopped the teasing motions, took my hard shaft in the palm of my hand, and started jacking off. She started running her finger up and down the crack of her ass and pushing it against her puckered hole. "My finger sticks to my skin a little when I rub my ass hole, Al. I wish I had some of your white, creamy sperm there to lubricate it. That hot white spunk will make my ass hole so slippery." My penis twitched and I started jerking off faster. She bent over a little more and wiggled a little closer to me, so her ass hole was an inch or two from my cock head.
"I want your wet cum on me, on my asshole, Al. Creamy cum, burning cum flowing up the length of your shaft." She spread her cheeks even wider and relaxed her ass hole so it opened a little. Her fingers kept poking and stroking her crack and ass hole. "I want your hot cream, Al. I can hardly wait for you to empty your balls on me, Al. For you to pump your cum into my ass hole."
I was jerking furiously, and I could tell my explosion was just a few strokes away. All of the sudden, she cried "Stop!", dropped her dress back down, and turned to face me. I froze in mid-stoke. "Don't cum yet, Al. Save it for me. Save it. Stop."
I stopped and sighed heavily. My penis was involuntarily spasming. "Sit down and take some deep breaths, Al. We'll do more later. I promise. Now relax, Al. Sit down and relax. That's it." She sat on the desk facing me with her legs hanging over the edge, but with her crotch covered by her dress.
"See how hot I can get you, Al?"
"Uh-huh,", I panted, trying to catch my breath.
"It's better if you save it, Al. Your orgasm will be that much more intense later." She paused, looking at me with a friendly expression. "Do you like how I dominate you, Al?"
"Yes," I panted. "Very much."
She smiled. "Well, thank you." She then got a bit more serious and said, "Now we need to talk." I looked up, expectantly. "Al, I want to do a lot more with you tonight."
"I do, too."
"Good. Can you come home with me and stay over night?"
"Well, yeah ... of course ... I'd love to!"
"Very good! If you didn't I'd let you cum right here, but since you do, I want you to wait. You should know that I'm going to drive you wild. You will cum several times, so don't hold back ... don't worry that your first orgasm will be your last, 'cause it won't. I'm an expert at this ... I'm probably know more about how your sexual organs work than you do. I guarantee that you will cum at least twice and maybe many times more. You will do things you'll never done before, and feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."
"Well, how could I refuse an offer like that?"
"Oh, it would be easy ... all you'd have to do is say 'no'. But you didn't, and I'm glad. You're not going to regret this, Al. What we did just now was only a taste. I barely even got started." She hopped off the desk. "So come on, Al. Get dressed and let's get going. Do you have a car?"
I started putting my pants back on. "No, I take the train."
"OK. Well, I'll drive, then. Can you stay until tomorrow morning or afternoon?"
"Well ... uh, sure. I haven't got any plans."
"Good, Al. You're going to love this!"
I finshed tying my shoes and we left. She unlocked the door and I followed her out to the elevators. "Let me walk in front of you, Al, so you can look at my ass."
Wow! "Uh ... thanks!" She swayed her ass sexily and seductively for me. We took the elevator down to the garage. On the way down I asked her about herself, where she lived, etc. She's 25 and divorced. Her husband and she had been sexually incompatible. She was taking me to the house of some rich friends. She was housesitting for them for the next couple months. It was about an hour away.
We got down to the garage, which was deserted. She got to her car and turned to face me. "It looks like we're alone here, Al, and I can hear if anyone shows up." She turned her back to me, hiked up her dress, looked over her shoulder, and once again started gyrating her hips, rubbing and spreading her ass cheeks, and fingering her crack and ass hole. "Don't touch your penis yet, Al. Just look at my ass. Feel the heat rising in your cock and look at me. Your cock is throbbing, Al. Don't touch it. Just look at my ass and feel your sweet cum boiling in your balls." She silently continued her ass show for a few moments, and then, "Good. I can see you starting to get hard in your pants. Feel that hot sperm inside of you." She dropped her dress and turned around to face me. My cock was pushing the front of my pants straight out. "Your prick is sticking out. I like seeing you like this. Now let's go. I want to get you home and see you nude." She opened my door, and then she went around to the driver's side and got in and shut her door. I was still standing there, dumbfounded. "C'mon, Al. Get in." I obeyed, shut the car door, and we drove off.
After we got out on the road she pulled out a half-smoked joint and lit it up. "Want some?" she offered. I accepted and we smoked it down. It was pretty good, and after a few more minutes I was nicely stoned. As usually happens when I'm high and horny, I got intensely turned on. But as also usually happens, I get paranoid. I was happy but nervous before I started smoking, but now the nervousness increased to the point that it was almost unbearable.
"Al, take off your pants." she suddenly said. I literally jumped. "You are so nervous!" She said, smiling. "I'm really not going to hurt you."
I was practically shaking and my voice was quivering. "I-It's just th-that I get so paranoid when I'm on dope. And sex always makes me nervous anyway."
"Why is that?"
I'm glad she wanted to talk. "Well ... I'm just, just insecure, you know, and almost all my life sex was something I did alone ... away from others. I had to hide from my parents, and I was always shy and never went on dates or anything, and ..."
"So you pretty much kept to yourself as a child and masturbated to escape?"
"Well, yes ... but not only as a child, but as an adult, too ... even nowadays." Talking about being nervous made me even more nervous. My voice was quivering. But I had the urge to make myself understood, which is often the way I tried to deal with my anxiety. It's a bad habit ... it doesn't work.
She appeared to notice my anxiety and became thoughtful for a moment. Then, she said, "Well, listen, Al. I want to try to reassure you. We're alone here. No one knows this is happening. It's our secret and it will stay that way. OK?"
"OK." I took a deep breath in an effort to calm down.
"You're perfectly safe with me. You may not believe me, but it's true. You'll see as time goes on." I nodded. "Now listen carefully to this, Al."
"OK".
"What turns me on is to escape, too. I am an outgoing person and I do go out a lot, but sexually I am often frustrated because of men who fear my dominant nature. You turn me on because you let me be in control, and you want me to be in control."
I felt a wave of fear, but I forced myself to reply. "Well, yeah ... that's true ... I do want you to be ... to be in control ... basically. But although I get turned on by ... by you being in control, it also scares me 'cause ... 'cause I'm out of control. It's a paradox."
"Oh, I know. That paradox is always there. But you have to remember two things: first, I have no intention of hurting you. I know you can't simply believe that because I say it, but I'm a nice person and I think you can tell that I like you, so please try to remember that I mean you no harm."
She sounded sincere, but I was still paranoid. "But you could be just saying that, and then you'll do nasty evil things to me once I'm alone with you at home."
"Well, it's true that you can never be sure until you check it out. But I think you can see my sincerity, and besides, I'm giving you as much assurance as anyone can. You've had sex with a woman before, haven't you?"
"Yes, a number of different womem ... and I think I see where you're leading. I didn't have these kinds of assurances I still did it then, so why not now?"
"Exactly."
"Uh, you mentioned a second thing I need to remember?"
"Yeah. You mentioned the paradox of wanting to be out of control but fearing the loss of control. My second point is that the fear makes it intensely arousing. And I think you know that."
"Well, yeah ..."
"And I think part of the reason that smoking pot makes you scared, besides the fact that pot can make people more paranoid to begin with, is that you are much more aware of your sexual feelings, and they scare you when you see that I'm making them happen. They used to be your feelings alone, but now I'm involved and you want more. You feel the effects I have on you, and you're drawn into the sensations. You feel fear because I have so much control over those sensations, but you can't deny that you very much want me to do this to you. I want to make you this aroused, Al. You will like it ... no, you will love it more than anything you've ever expeienced sexually. You're scared, but the same thing that's making you scared is what is arousing you. Feel the arousal, Al. Feel it deep inside of you. Feel the fear. Let it happen. I won't hurt you. I just want to make you respond like this to me. I'm going to make you cum like you never came before. I really mean that. I want that spunk in your balls, Al. I want it spurting out of you. I want you screaming with pleasure. I want you totally under my sexual power. And I will have you that way, Al. Think about it."
I was breathing heavy, but the arousal I felt was a strange mixture of sexual excitement, fear, and something new and unfamiliar. I wasn't hard, and the intense feelings I was experiencing weren't only in my groin, but all through my body. I suddenly became aware of a deep yearning for more of this. I wanted this more than I have ever wanted anything.
After a few minutes of silence she interrupted my reverie by gently whispering in a sulty voice, "Al ... take off your pants."
"Uh ... OK" I fumbled getting my shoes, socks, and pants off. After some contortions I finally was naked from the waist down.
"Good. That's much better, Al. Now open the glove compartment and get out that grey, furry thing." I saw it and removed it. It was a fur glove.
"I'd like to tell you it's mink, but it's just rabbit. It's nice and soft ... see." She caressed my cheek with it.
She kept whipering, "I want to rub your penis with it, Al." She paused for a moment, then continued. "Your penis ... and your balls ... those hot balls of yours, Al. Just close your eyes and relax. You're going to love this."
I leaned back and closed my eyes, and she very lightly rested her gloved hand on my lap. She just kept her hand resting there for a few mintes and then slowly and lightly brushed the glove from my balls up the shaft of my cock. I moaned softly with pleasure. I was extememly stoned and the sensations she gave me were intense. I felt it in my cock and balls, but also all throughout my body as I'd been feeling everything for the past few minutes. She waited a few more minutes and did it again. She continued this very slow, very relaxing cock massage for the duration of the trip. I was half asleep and in a state of relaxed pleasure. During the couple of minutes between her caresses, my penis would get soft, and then it would get hard again in response to her stroking. But after a while, I wouldn't get soft between caraesses, and I would push my hips up against her hand when she stroked.
After what seemed to be most of the hour drive, she suddenly startled me from my reverie and said, "OK, Al, we're almost there. How do you feel?"
"Ohhhhh, I feel wonderful!"
"I can see how hard your cock is, Al. Feel it in your cock and all through you."
I sighed with pleasure. "Oh .. I do, I do."
"I'm glad, Al. I want you to be this way for me." She paused for a moment, then continued, "Do you have a lot of cum for me in those hairy balls of yours?"
"Uh ... yes ... I think so ... I hope so ... I ..."
"Don't worry, you do. Think of my ass, Al. I want you to close your eyes again and remember what I looked like in the office and in the garage when I showed it to you. Picture my ass, Al. I want your jizz in my ass hole. Now imagine smelling my ass hole, Al. I'm moving it up to your nose. Smell my shitty anus." The thought of smelling her sent a wave of arousal through my body, and my penis throbbed uncontrollably. She apparently saw that, because she continued, "Oooooooh, baby. That penis of yours loves the smell of my ass. That smell makes your balls boil. Your cum is filling them up. Lots of creamy cum from smelling my ass."
All the sudden the car stopped. I opened my eyes and we were in a garage, and its door was closing behind us. She had her car door open and was opening mine from the outside before I realized what happened. "C'mon, Al. Let's get inside. Don't forget your pants and shoes." We got out of the car in the now enclosed garage and I followed her into the house.
"This way," she said and walked through a door into the kitchen. The owners weren't exactly "rich" from the looks of the house, but they were doing all right. It was a large, comfortable, upper-middle class suburbian home. I followed her upstairs into the master bedroom and she turned to me. My penis was sticking out straight. "I like that," she said. "You're sticking out really nice." She walked up to me and said, "Al, smell my ass hole." She turned around, lifted up her dress once again, and spread her cheeks. "Kneel down and smell my anus, Al. Smell it. Don't touch your cock." I got on my knees and she shoved her open ass in my face. I took deep breaths of her through my nose. Each one smelled of sweat and shit, and surprisingly, each whiff caused hot burning spasms in my cock and balls.
She must have noticed these spasms, because she suddenly said, "Yeah, I told you my ass makes your balls boil. Your cock and balls are sputtering. Smell me! That's it. Every time you inhale me more cum builds up in those hot, horny balls of yours. Your cock is so hot. It's burning, Al. Your hot, burning, long, hard cock."
I started reaching for my cock, but she gently stopped me. "No. Not yet. Don't touch your penis yet. Wait ... it'll be better if you wait." She stood up straight and turned to face me. "Why don't you get up and take off the rest your clothes and wait for me in the bathroom. I'll only be a couple minutes." She smiled, gave me a kiss, and walked out of the room. I took off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. The door closed behind me as I flicked on the light, and I saw where this family had spent their money. On my left was the standard sink and toilet, but on the right were three steps going down into a sunken room almost as large as the master bedroom I had just left. In its far corner was a jacuzzi, but most of the rest of the room was a large shower. The floor was tiled with a drain in the center, but off to the side was a wrestling mat the size of a large bed that filled rectangular area between the side of the jacuzzi and the mirror. Two shower heads came out of the wall. Two of the walls were made of mirrors, and the other wall had a bunch of cabinets behind glass. There was a video and music setup in an alcove off to the side. Apparently, the owners of the house were into some serious sexual play. It looked like I was in for the same.
There was a large floor-pillow against the side of the jacuzzi. I sort of half-sat, half-slouched on the pillow facing the wall mirror. I looked at my penis in my reflection. Amazingly, it was still hard. It was throbbing rhythmically, and with each pulse I felt warm sensation flow from my balls to the head and all through my body, sort-of like a mini-orgasm. I could imagine my sperm shooting out the tip with each spasm. Seeing my naked body in the mirror with my hard cock throbbing really turned me on. God, I wanted to cum! My penis had never felt like this before. It was scary to think how the smell of her ass had turned me on so much. But when I felt the fear, I got even more aroused. I yielded to it. I wanted to smell her again. All I had to do is to stroke my cock a few times and I could pump out my sperm. But she didn't want me to touch myself, so I just kept looking at my rod.
"I want to see your creamy sperm oozing out the end." I didn't hear her come in and she startled me. How did she know what I was thinking? I looked and saw her standing above me. She was totally nude except for a pair of plain, white bikini panties that she had changed into. Her breasts were not too large but full and round. She had nice, protruding nipples. She stood over me and lifted one leg up, resting it on my shoulder. I could see all of her panty-covered crotch, which she started rubbing with her hand inches from my face. "My ass hole can wait, Al. Smell my crotch." She pushed it closer. It smelled of her musk and faintly of piss. My cock twitched. "Smell my piss, Al?" My cock twitched. I nodded. "Good." she replied and walked over to the glass-covered cabinets. She opened the class and took bottle of something off a shelf in there and then shut the glass door.
She then turned to me, smiled, and said, "I want to jerk off, Al." Was she going to masturbate, or did she mean to say that she wanted me to jerk off? Either way was OK with me. "Here, sweetie, let me sit on your lap." She sat on me with her ass my groin and her legs spread in such a way that my penis stuck out through them, so both my penis and my balls looked like they were coming out of her crotch from somewhere under her panties. The sight of her sexy body with white panties and a cock aroused me in a way I'd never felt before.
She turned and kissed me, and then she faced the mirror again and looked at me in it. "Look at my cock, Al. I want to tell you about it." She lightly brushed her fingertips from the underside of my balls, up the length of my shaft, and up to the head, which she tickled for a second. I arched my hips and moaned as the pleasure flowed through me. "Ahhhhhh, I love teasing my cock. Look at it, Al." I had closed my eyes. I opened them and looked. She started caressing and stroking her breasts, and she rotated her ass which caused my penis and balls to wave from side to side. That hard hairy cock and those balls seemingly coming out of her crotch from below her white panties looked disturbingly strange on a beautiful, sexy woman. It really looked like her cock. I found myself staring at that cock coming out of her and being fascinated by it in an intensely erotic way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
As she continued her disturbingly erotic motions she kept her eyes fixed on me in the mirror and said, "Ooooooh, Al ... my cock looks so sexy. It turns me on so much to stare at my breasts and my penis." She lowered her hands from her breasts and started tickling my balls very lightly with her fingernails. I moaned as the sensations flowed through me.
"I love my balls, Al. They're so hairy and so full of spunk." She once again lightly tickled up the length of my cock to the tip and once again made me moan. "See how sexy I am with my breasts ... " she touched them, "... and my big hard throbbing penis." She ran her fingers up it and yet again made me moan. She looked like a she-male, which turned me on a lot. But when she touched my cock, I felt it, and then I seemed like the she-male I was watching. This confusion of identity was deeply disturbing to me and turned me on like I've never been turned on before. I couldn't take my eyes off that female body with the hairy cock that was me/her. Plus, there was something about those white cotton panties that made me even hotter.
"Oooooh, Al," she continued, "I want to cum so bad. And I want you to watch my creamy spunk shoot out. I want to give myself a 'tip orgasm', Al. Do you know what a 'tip orgasm' is?" Each time she said "tip" she touched the tip of my cock, which made me moan. I couldn't answer her. "Well, a 'tip orgasm' is where I make myself cum only by touching the tip of my cock. I won't squeeze or even touch my throbbing shaft. Only the tip." She touched it again. "I want you to watch my gizz shooting out, Al. Put your hands on my tits. I obeyed. "Now, when I make myself cum you might feel the urge to close your eyes. You must watch my sperm coming out Al. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. but I doubt you can do that without practice. When my cream shoots out squeeze my tits and open your eyes wide. I'm going to touch my cock now and I want you to try it. Here goes ..." She squeezed the head of my cock lightly with her fist. I moaned loudly as the sensations seemed to radiate out from my cock's head all over my body. I closed my eyes. "Nope, you shut your eyes. Try it again." She repeated the procedure with the same results except that I managed to keep looking at my cock. "Good. Let's do it a few more times." We repeated the procedure several times until I could keep my eyes open. This had a powerful effect on me: I couldn't keep my eyes off my/her cock. I lost my perspective as to where she ended and where I began. I experienced myself as an intensely sexy she-male with a burning, throbbing cock. All I could think of was cumming. When she'd squeeze my cock head, I would feel the beginnings of an orgasm, but she'd always let go before it could build. I had the sensation that her breasts and my cock were somehow connected, as my squeezing of them and the powerful senstaions in my cock were associated.
After more than a dozen of these "practice" attempts, I was panting and thrusting my hips. she reached for the bottle she had taken off the shelf and poured what turned out to be massage oil on her hand. As she was doing this, she began to rotate her hips again, even more seductively than before, and said, "Oh, Al, I can't resist any more. I want to cream." As she said "cream" she squeezed her slick fist tightly around my cock head and tightened it so it slid up off the end. My hips jerked sharply as the electricity shot through me and I screamed. "Ooooh, look at that my purple head." She did it again, with the same results. With her other hand she started pulling the hairs on my balls, and tickling them with her fingernails. Every 5 seconds or so she'd squeeze my cock head like that as she tickled my balls.
I was bucking like horse. All the while she kept up a steady stream of talk: "Yeah ... I love to jerk off" (she squeezed me at the word "jerk"). "My body is so hot and sexy, it makes me want to cream" (another squeeze). "Hot cum, Al. Look at my cock, Al." (squeeze at the word "cock" and all italicized words hereafter). "My hot hard penis. It's burning, Al. I love fucking my hand. My wet slippery hot hand." She slowly increased the frequency until she was squeezing my head and sliding her hand off of it about once a second. "Hot cream, Al. Burning jizz. That big hard long throbbing cock." I could tell that I was going to cum after the next squeeze, but she somehow sensed that, too, and stopped.
She made an open fist around my head but not quite touching. I desperately tried to push my penis against her hand, but she was too fast for me and kept moving it just out of reach. "I think I'm ready, Al. Look at me!" I saw a sexy she-male literally bouncing on the mat. Every breath of mine was a screaming grunt. She was riding me and staring into my eyes through the mirror. As I watched, slowly the realization dawned on me that I was totally out of control. I had never been even remotely as wild as I was then. I could see her power over me and I got scared, because even knowing the effect she had on me didn't stop me or slow me down, but rather, the intense fear made me even more aroused.
"I've barely started with you, Al. This is only the beginning. Now watch my cock!" She enclosed her fist around my cock head and this time she did it really slowly while rotation her wrist back and forth instead of squeezing it up off the head. I felt the sperm rising and saw the she-male arch its back almost two feet off the mat.
Suddelnly, she let go of the head and very lightly held the base of that cock so it was pointing straight up. I cried out, but she cut me off sternly, "No! No touching! Do it yourself. Do it with your cock muscles. Squeeze it out. Cover that cock with creamy spunk!"
I wanted her hand. I loved that hand milking me. But I was overwhelmed with the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. "Watch my cock!" she ordered. "More spunk. More! Squeeze it. Squeeze!" Burning, white-hot waves of intense pleasure pulsated in the very tip of my cock every time I squeezed my muscles. The sperm didn't shoot, it oozed in little spurts. I kept my eyes glued to that cock and the sight of the cum oozing and spurting out turned me on still more. I was bucking furiously and couldn't stop, grunting with each spasm. Soon, my cock was covered with cum. It was slowly oozing down the shaft. Every time I grunted, she panted in rhythm along with me. At first she'd moan words like, "Squeeze it!" and "More." and "Hot gizz." every time I'd thrust and spurt. After a while, there was no more sperm, but I kept thrusting and spasming and grunting, although a bit more slowly and less intensely. Her panting became wordless, and she said things like "Ahhh," and "Ooooh", and "Yeah," with each of my thrusts. Her voice was a seductive, throaty whisper ahd she was looking right into my eyes in the mirror.
I was still spasming ans transfixed by the sight of my pulsing, rigid, sperm-covered penis. She touched my wrists and said, "Let go of my breasts now, Al." I obeyed. She got up off of me and said, "Look down at your penis, but don't touch it." I looked at it. It looked huge compared to how it looked in the mirror. All the bouncing and thrusting had caused me to slide down most of the way down on my back. She turned around and kneeled over me, leaning down and holding my arms so I couldn't lift them. She smiled and kissed me softly on my lips, and then moved back slightly so her breasts were above my still thrusting and throbbing penis. She went back to seductively moaning in time with my grunts and thrusts and lightly rubbed her breasts and nipples on my cum-covered cock. The sensations just increased the force of my spasms. She did this in rhythm with my moans and thrusts, too. With each "Ooooh" and "Ahhhh", and "Yeah" she would look deeply in my eyes and mirror my facial expressions. This kept me highly aroused and I tried to push hard against her breasts. She just pulled away and kept up the light touching until her breasts were slippery and wet with my sperm.
I was still grunting and thrusting, although rather languidly now. My penis was no longer hard, and her breasts were wet with my sperm. She kept looking deeply into my eyes, and began to talk to me. Her voice was soft and sultry and she continued to speak in rhythm with my moans as she looked deeply into my eyes and mirrored my expressions. It was hypnotic. "See what I can do to you, Al?" I nodded weakly. "I love getting you this way ... making you cum my way ... look at my wet breasts ..." she moved them closer to my face. "... wet from your spunk, Al ... your creamy hot spunk ... all over your penis too ... hot spunk, Al ... from your balls ... and there's more, too ... yeah, Al, I can get lots more spunk out of you ... and the second orgasm will even be better, Al ... yeah ... better ... creamier ... I needed to get you to cum quickly ... to prime the pump, as it were ... yeah, more hot spunk, Al ... that's why you got a 'tip orgasm' ... it leaves lots of cream in your balls for later ..."
Although I felt spent from my orgasm, I was beginning to feel pleasurable senations again in my penis and balls. It was much less intense than the feelings I had before my orgasm ... more like a sort of warm flowing itch, far away, almost out of reach, but definitely there where I had just a few seconds earlier felt nothing.
--- continued next month ---
(ed. note: Don't we all wish? This's all I've ever seen. Sigh - anybody have the rest?)