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‘Hi, you must be Kelly?’ said the tall guy as he approached the woman alone at the table. She looked just like in the pictures.

‘Yes, I guess that means you’re Alan, right?’ She said, thinking those photos don’t do him justice.

‘Right! Can I sit down?’ He asked politely.

‘Please do…’ She said waving to the seat opposite. Feeling his leg brush hers as he sat down, sending a tingle through out her body ’…oops sorry’ she apologised, not meaning it, but not wanting to seem too tactile.

‘No, I’m sorry’ He said, because he didn’t think she needed to apologise.

‘OK… Shall we get some drinks?’ She asked beckoning the waitress.

Their discomfort at meeting in person for the first time subsided quickly, as the conversation developed quickly into something they were familiar with. Kelly and Alan had been talking to each other in chat rooms and instant messages for a few months now, and had finally taken the plunge and decided to meet.

She laughed at one of his jokes, and as she did her leg brushed his. This time neither apologised, and her leg stayed there. Slowly she began to rub her leg over his, her shoe falling off her foot as it left the ground. At first there was no visible reaction from Alan as he felt her foot rise higher up his leg. He opened his legs slightly allowing her foot to travel up to his crotch. Kelly lifted the glass of wine to her lips, sensuously sipped the drink while her foot wandered to his dick, feeling it harden as her foot gently massaged it through his clothes. Alan began to thrust a little as Kelly clenched her toes over his hardening rod. He felt his pre-cum cold and wet in his underwear, and he sat up properly, moving out of reach of her foot.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, worried she’d gone too far, too fast.

‘Nothing…’ He replied, ‘I was enjoying it, but I don’t want to walk out of here with a wet patch down the front of my trousers, and if we didn’t stop that would happen’.

‘Not necessarily…’ She said, with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

‘Huh?’ He asked, but before he finished saying it he noticed her slipping off her chair under the table. He felt her move between his legs and reach up to his crotch. He looked down and saw her hands undo his zipper and reach into his boxer shorts, and pull out his dick, pre-cum glistening before it disappeared into her mouth.

He gasped as he felt the warmth of her mouth envelop him, and the pressure as she began to suck, rolling her tongue around his hard member, tasting the little bit of pre-cum as it leaked into her mouth. He clenched his fists on the table and shifted slightly, beginning to thrust into her mouth.

‘Can I help you with anything?’ The waitress asked, spotting the empty seat.

‘No we’re good, I’m just waiting for my friend to get back from the bathroom‘, he lied trying to hide his pleasure. The waitress walked off leaving him alone, except for the woman sucking him off. Kelly reached up and took his balls in her hand massaging them as she licked his shaft, tonguing the pre-cum from his tip, kissing it, then taking it in her mouth again. After a few minutes of this he exploded, spraying his cum into her mouth, she tried to swallow as much as she could, but a little dribbled out. She continued sucking as Alan’s dick pumped the last few drops out. She gave the tip a little peck before sliding back into her seat and wiping the cum from her cheek and pushing it into her mouth, savouring the salty taste.

‘Do they do after-dinner mints here?’ She asked with a devilish grin.

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‘I can’t believe I just did that!’ Kelly exclaim, blushing as they walked along the street away from the restaurant. ‘I’m not normally that… forward.’

‘There’s no need to be embarrassed, I enjoyed it’ Alan said with a slight wink.

They held hands, and walked closely bumping into each other occasionally. He moved hands, so he was holding her left hand in front of him with his left hand. His right hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close to him. His hand would slip down onto her ass, squeezing it firmly every so often. He began to nibble at her ear, licking her lobe, his breath making her go weak at the knees. She turned into him and they leaned in kissing passionately. Their tongues tasting each other’s, wrestling with one another, while they each squeezed the other’s ass.

‘My hotel room is just around the corner’ Kelly said, smiling suggestively as she held onto his jacket, fingering his chest. Alan just smiled in return and leaned in to kiss her full on the lips. The both moved on towards the hotel almost skipping as they went.

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Their hands were all over each other as they burst into her hotel room, tumbling onto the bed, Kelly lying on her back, he sat astride her kissing her on her lips, across her cheek and down her neck.

‘Hold on’ Alan said as he stood up and tiptoed over to the door, hanging the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle and closing it. He began to unbutton his shirt as he stalked back to the bed where Kelly had removed her own shirt exposing her black lacy bra, with red trim.

He leant down propping himself up with his arms as he kissed down her neck, over her chest, kissing her breast through the lacy material, allowing his tongue to tenderly taste the exposed flesh of her breast. He laid down beside her, using his hand to pull her boobs out of their support, and held one up as he latched onto it, taking the soft nipple into his mouth. As the warmth of his mouth hit her breast Kelly moaned, feeling his tongue running over her stiffening nipple as he sucked hard. She ran her hands through his hair, holding his head to her breasts, as he moved from one to the other. Kissing and licking his way across, nibbling on the other hard nipple before clasping his mouth over it, and sucking it and flicking it with his tongue.

As he continued to suck on her hard nipples, Alan’s hand gently felt their way over her stomach and down her side, pushing her skirt down as he started to caress her butt, squeezing it roughly. Kelly began to grind into him, rubbing her legs together, wanting him to go down. With her hands on his head she firmly guided him lower, he tried to resist, teasing her. Kissing her stomach as he went down, gently blowing against her bare flesh, he deliberately moved lover than where she wanted him to go. He began to kiss her inner thigh, she wrapped her legs around his head, trying to guide him down onto her, desperately wanting to feel his tongue on her wet pussy.

Kelly let out a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a groan as finally Alan started to kiss her mound, gently sucking on her already hard clit, before kissing her pussy lips, and gently running his tongue along her opening. She squealed as he plunged his tongue inside her, sucking at her opening, tasting her juices as they gushed into his mouth. Her legs squeezed tight around his head as she convulsed in orgasm, pushing herself against his face. He held onto her thighs as he tried to drink all he juices as they flowed out.

‘Oh my god!… That was fantastic… I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever’ she said, as she tried to catch her breath.

‘I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time too, that and more…’ He said as he kissed his way back up her stomach, pausing at her breast to lick and suck her nipples some more.

‘Oh?… More? You are presumptuous’ She said with a gleam in her eye, and he tongue poking out slightly between her teeth. Alan leaned in and licked her tongue, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her as she melted into his arms. His hands travelling down her sides, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples before sliding down further. Kelly bent her legs so she could take her skirt and panties off completely. As she bent down to untangle her feet from her clothes, she noticed his hardening cock and grabbed it with one hand, and began rubbing it, helping it stiffen faster. She began rubbing up and down, watching the foreskin as it pulled back then ran forward over the head. She kissed the tip, then began to lick it, running her mouth down the side of his hard rod, while moving her hand up and down. He other hand began massaging his balls as his dick was standing to full attention, throbbing in her hand as she guided it into her mouth. Slowly she lowered her mouth over just the tip, then pulled it out, letting her lips run over his hard flesh. Then she lowered her head a little further this time, then back out, again and again until she slowly she engulfed his entire length, despite gagging as it hit the back of her throat, she began to work over him, sucking his hard length, while massaging his balls and running her tongue around the hard flesh in her mouth.

She continued to toss him off as she moved her mouth to his balls, sucking one into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. She looked up at Alan, who had thrown his head back as he enjoyed her attention.

‘I want to feel you… inside me’ She said, a hint of desperation in her voice, and a pleading look in his eyes.

He leant down and kissed her, then lowered her down onto her back, his hands ran down her side and grabbed her legs, lifting them up and apart as he moved between them. Looking down he grabbed his hard cock and moved in close, he rubbed it up her thigh, and across her pussy, before flicking her clit with it. Then he ran the head up and down her lips before pushing in to her wet hole, slipping in deep. She gasped as he entered her, enjoying the feeling of him inside her most intimate area. Slowly he began to pull out, almost completely, before plunging back into her, deep and slow. Again, he pulled out, then pumped back into her, in and out, gradually picking up speed.

‘Oh yeah… mmmm, that’s it, I want to feel you deep inside me… your cock is so hard… uh-huh, mmm, yeah, ooh, ooh, harder! Oh yeah, yeah, yuh-huh, more’ She moaned as he began to pump harder and harder, getting turned on to hear those words coming out of her mouth. Her nails dug into his back as he trusted into her faster and faster.

‘OH. YEAH. OH YEAH! Yes yes yes, OH my god, uh huh, ooooh aahh uh-huh, mmmm Oh! Fuck! Yes!..’ she screamed as she began to convulse in orgasm, before relaxing. She leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue gently massaging his, while he slowed down, breathing heavily.

A youngish couple moved in next door after Gregs neighbours of twenty years. They seemed quiet pleasant people but really kept them themselves to themselves. James must have worked in the city and headed off at commuter times and got back late. A neighbour said that the wife Carla ram some sort of arts business, Greg rarely saw her and whe dressed in what he described new age hippy style. Flowing to the floor long skirts and big baggy tops and long tied back or up hair and little make up from what he'd seen.

In the summer before the hedge foliage got to big his wife had seen someone in a bikini next door but he had no idea if it was Carla or a visiting friend.

Just after Christmas as he workrd in his garden office the bell rang and he went into the cottage and opened the door to find James and Carla. Carla just said hello as James explained that he was going to be away working for a year on a project in Australia and could he and his wife keep am eye on their house and help Carla if anything cropped up.

"Sure" said Greg "we used to feed the old neighbours cat and rabbits and water their house plants and I think we may still have a key unless you've changed the locks". Greg went to the key rack and came back brandishing the old back door key, "keep the key" said James and off they went, James was picked up by a colleague a coiple of day later as Greg left for an appointmen. They saw little of Carla apart from har car coming and going as usual and it got toward summer and all was quiet when they had some of those fraky rainy English days when it seems more like rainy winter.
Greg went out to a morning meeting with one of his editors he wrote for a couple of magazines whilst hew worked on period erotic novels.

Coming in early afternoon and tidying a fdew trhings in the rain swept garden he heard a noise and looked up, Nothing, then as he snapped of a Rose sucker and pricked his thumb another tap tap noise from above. As the rain stopped he thought he could hear a voice calling but dismissed it as his imagination and pulled some more from the Rose bush as her heard tap tap tap and looked up to see something hitting the neighvours top front window, as he listened he could hear awomaqn calling "HELP" and tyhen something hit the window again. He ran to the neighbours front door and opened the letter box and he could hear Carla calling " help help help ". He ran back to his cottage imaging all sorts of horrors and and got the old key and let himself into he kitchen where some realy exotic looking underwear was drying on a rack as he ran to the stairs, "hello" he called. "Oh hello " Carla called back quietly as he bounded up the satirs to the bedroom. He burst in the door imagining some horrible accident to find another far more intersting sight. On the wall was a TV quietly playing a porno DVD but the bigger shock was on the bed.

Carla's feet were spread wide apart tied to the brass bed and her left hand was handcuffed to the top bed posta tight corset with big firm tits spilling over the top was all she had on, Greg was taken aback and then noticed her bright reddy purple nipples hard and ahbry looging with clamops making then balloon like hard alley sized marbles and as she collapsed back onmn the bed looking very red faced and flushed he noticed trhe sex toys on the bed and floor. A variety of dildows and vibrators and aavent a tri ended job weakly buzzing on the floor as its batteries slowly died. A little shocked he asked who had done this to her as if he was some calm questioning police officer as his eyes surveyed her smooth swollen pussy. It was somewhat surreal as she said, "are you stupid or what, I just dropped the key and goy myself stuck". " so you were just enjoing yourself" he said, " well don't you, don't all blokes like a good wank".

"Well yes" he muttered quietly as she snapped "can you find the fucking KEY, er, please".

She said it must be beside the bed somewhere as it would have fallen from under a pillow. It was really noce smalling girly bed room and he could smell exotic expensive scent but Carla was no busy house proud women a nest of dirty laundry beside the bed he could small the scent and woamanly aroma as he moved the pile and looked und er the bed. "HAVE YOU GOT IT" she snapped as he loooked and felt under the high bed, She tutted and huffed as he asked if she had a flasg light and was directed to a kitchen drawer returning poast the exotic clean silky panties and bras he resumed hi search, "have you not found it" she snapped angrilly, "fucking useless" she muttered to his annoyance as he sifted through her dirty underwear before crawling further under the bed. "Found anything yet" she snapped again as he spotted something between the egge of the carpet and thew wall skirting board. "I think so" he said reacing for the round end of a tiny key that dissapeared as he touched it. "SHIT SHIT SHIT" he snapped crawling from under the bed. Explaining how the key was now out of sight.

He moved to the foot of the bed and started to lifty and pull it away from the wall as Carla muttered her firm large tits wobbling her nipple looking even more distressed and her legs splayed exposing her inviting pussy. "Do you want me to untie your feet" asked Greg.

"JUST leave me and find the fucking key PLEASE" he got down behind the bed but could only just see the key as he carefully moved the carpet, "have you got a magnet" he asked, "NO , for fuck sakes no" she muttered as he headed for the kitchen drawer coming back with two small screwdrivers and a small knife to retrieve the key. "Oh fuck" was the next thing she heard as the key shot down between the boards and was gone.

She cursed again at Greg, what are you going to do now she hissed as he sat on the edge of the bed. A little annoyed at his un appreciated efforts he suddenly realised the position he was in taking her free hand he cupped her her firm breast and took in the angry looking nipple and then tweaked a turn on the calmps screw making her wimper as he starte to unlace the corset.

What are you doing she asked bruskly, I want this out of the way he whispered as he pulled it from her and let his hand s run around her breasts before sliding his hand over her tight little belly over his mound slipping three fingers straight up her tight wet pussy. Realising that she was angry with frustration and there was nothing she could do he teased her nipples with his teethe and tondue as his midlle fingers caresed her G spot and she humped his hand to orgasm as his thumb played a merry rythm around her tiny firy clit.

"Awewsome awesome awesome" she purred her pussy clamped to his magic fingers before letting im pull away. Well thought Greg, "that went well" and wit a captive audience he stripped off his jacket and shirt and pulled his socks and shoes off befoe starting to slip his trousers and pants off. "What do you think you are doing" she said stupidly. He replied " I was going to have a wank but as you're going nowhere I might as well just fuck you" he said flinging his kit aside as his cock sprang into view.

"fuck off I'm not taking that" she gulped taking in the swelling member. Beth his wife always joked with him that she had too learn how to walk again after taking his cock as not only was it quite long at around 9 inches but as thick as her fist. Greg just smiled as he slowly took in the trapped bait on the bed and stroked his hardening member. Carla writhed away on the bed but had done to good a job he took her wrist to stop her nails raking him and then released her nipples before sucking them into his mouth one by one she clamped her legs tight on his roaming hand but her wet full pussy gave away its needs as he moved between her legs she drew her knees up as his parted her legs wide and she hunkerd down the bed to gety his cock. It head bobbed forcefullly between her slipperu fols seeking her wet fuck hole she guregled cooed and wimpered as he split her pussy slowly but without any hestatation her palvic region must have been more flexible than she imagined as they slipped into the rythmic passions of new partners.

I turned 19 last summer. I've been babysitting long time ago, so I've had a great rep with the families around here. About 2 years ago, I started working for this snobbish rich family, 2 babys, girls, and a marriage on the rocks.

But before I get into what happened one amazing fall night, let me tell you about myself. I'm tall, about 5'9", and weigh around 145. I'm a swimmer, so I'm strong for a girl, and I tan amazingly well, thanks to my Greek heratige. I have short, choppy brown hair, almost to my shoulders, that's loaded with highlights from the pool. I'm curvy, with a nice ass, and fantastic rack - a 36DD, and I think I need to upgrade! I'm a size 10 in jeans, thanks to my hips, but I'm toned, thanks to my sport.

So back to this family. Like I said, they were rich, and snobs, but they were both incredibly attractive, and had 2 gorgeous little girls. The husband, Mr. Anderson, was especially attractive. He was an athelete, tall and lean, balding a bit, but in that sexy professor sort of way. He didn't have a lot of hair on his body, which I had always thought was sexy. Large, almond shaped eyes were set beautifully on his face, which would be kind, as well as smoldering at the same time. His wife was petite, but gaining wait - but it's not like this story concerns her, anyway.

So for the past 2 years, the Anderson's date nights had been exactly the same. I'd get to their house around 6:30, make dinner for the girls, and they'd crash around 8. For 2 years, the Andersons had NEVER been home before, or after midnight. It was always right on the dot. This never ceased to amaze me, as their daughters were just as punctual. Bedtime was bedtime, and they never got up in the middle of the night, or made a single sound after I tucked them in.

After the first year, I was practically a member of the family. I knew where everything was in the house, I cleaned and cooked; I was really more of an au pair than anything. But getting to know the family, meant gettingto know the secrets - something I was never hesitant to do.

I started snooping thru their draws and closets at night when the girls were asleep. I couldn't believe that someone as gorgeous as Mr. Anderson wasn't a sexual being, so I was determined to find something that proved it. The first night proved fruitless, and I was too chicken to really look around. But the second night, I struck gold.

I found a book of karma sutra, and a journal that they had kept about their sex life. It was bland from the Mrs. opinion, but when Mr. Anderson wrote about their sex, I felt like I was reading something from a holy book. Reading, in his sensual handwriting what he did to his wife, and what he thought about while he was doing, it always turned me on. I'd find myself slipping my fingers into my jeans, and lightly touching myself as I read their bedroom secrets.

It took a few more months to find anything else really good. A bottle of lube. I even found a pair of handcuffs, but it seemed that that was the kinkiest that the Anderson's ever got. I started imagining the Mrs. as a prude, who only liked it missionary style, and scoffed at her husbands eclectic sexual fantasies. I found myself fantasizing about the same things as Mr. Anderson wrote - replacing her name with my own, imaginging my own body writhing in pleasure as he licked his way from my nipples, down my stomach, to my tender clit. I was not a virgin, but my first boyfriend (and first sex) hadn't been that great, but what I was reading in Mr. Anderson's journal made me crave what he gave this woman who was unappreciative.

However, the most amazing thing I ever found was a Jackrabbit vibrator. It was titanium, one that I knew had cost a fortune. It was silver, with multiple speeds and settings, rotating, twisting, vibrating, pulsing. I moaned as I held the Rabbit in my hands, imagining it's smoothe surface slipping between my wet lips, filling my tight cunt, and fucking me senseless. Even more tho, I imagined Mr. Anderson fucking me with his own wife's toy.

Near the fall of my second year, I had begun to get creative while I babysat. I would masturbate thruought the house, knowing they wouldn't even walk thru the door till midnight. I masturbated in their bed, making myself cum on their egyptian cotton sheets, as i used her jackrabbit to pleasure myself. I sat on their bathroom counter, using an electric toothbrush on my clic, bracing my feet against the opposite wall, and biting lip to prevent myself from screaming his name as I orgasmed. It was also around this time that their marriage began to fal apart. Mr. Anderson never talked about it, but I knew a divorce was impossible - their social status relied on it, and they would never go so low as to break that image. However, they each had seperate cars, and while they still went to the theatre together, they drove there seperatly.

One evening, they had left for an opera in the city. I was extremely horny, and even managed to get the girls into bed a bit early. I went straight into the Anderson's bedroom, and rammed that wonderful vibrator into my hot pussy. I pulled my blouse open, tweaking my large dark nipples as I bucked my hips against the vibrating bunny. I slide down between the bed and the wall, my feet in the air, my hips going mad, moaning as softly as I could as I tweaked my nipples and fucked myself. I felt my body shudder as I hit my first orgasm, clasping my thighs tightly around the JackRabbit, and grabbing the sheets above me as I shudderedin climax.

I laid there only a moment, and moved into the kitchen, tiptoing past the girls room, the Rabbit still in my pussy. I could feel my girl cum sliding down my thighs, and I made a mental note to stop a bit early, so I could clean up the messy trail I knew I was making. I glanced around the kitchen and dining room area, deciding where I wanted to masturbate first, when I realzied that I had yet to cum on the kitchen counter. I smirked to myself as I made my way into their brightly lit, expensive kitchen.

I pulled myself up onto the counter, and propped my feet onto the island, only a few feet away from me. I realized how perfect this spot was for me, as my head rested lightly on the cabinets behind me, and my legs could open as wide as they needed, without me needing to worry about a slip. I tugged my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor, a first for me. I usually just left them around my ankles, but I was so anxious to imagine Mr. Anderson fucking me against the counter, that I wanted as little clothes on my body as possible. I twisted my panties off and pulled the Rabbit from my pussy. I ran my hand thru my soaked lips, feeling the sexy wetness against my completely hairless twat, and with a slight moan of his name, shoved his wifes vibrator deep into my tight cunt.

I started slowly, rotating the little love machine around my pussy, feeling my clit buzz in excitment. I let outa shuddering sigh, imagining his tongue against my clit, his hands grasping my thighs, as he burried his face in my twat. I grabbed my tits as I imagined him doing so, then pulled my shirt from my straigning bust, leaving my bra on, turned on by the sight of my own buxom chest.

I started to pick up the pace, pushing the buttons to higher levels, as I put the little Rabbit to work. I moaned his name, wanting to badly for his wife's expensive toy to be his own thick cock. I wriggled, reaching my next orgasm, slipping my free hand into my bra to pull my nipples as I whispered his name.... only to experiance shock, as I heard him whisper mine in return. I was so deeply into my orgasm, that I barely realized that it wasn't a fantasy, he was actually standing beside me. I yelped, the JackRabbit falling from my pussy. It would have hit the ground had Mr. Anderson not caught it.
"Emily?" said Mr. Anderson.
"Y-Yes?" I stammered. I couldn't believe what was happening. As much as the thought of fucking him had turned me on, I was suddenly terrified of the man standing next to me, switching off the vibrator that I had been fucking myself with, moments before.
"Do you care to explain what you're doing making love to my wife's vibrator, on her kitchen counter, saying my name?"

My jaw dropped. Suddenly, my libido kicked back in, and I was hungry to kiss him, to pull his toned body against my own, and wrap my legs around him. I wanted to melt into his skin, to feel him fuck me in every position in the Karma Sutra book. I blinked a few times, and licked my lips, pressing my hand to my chest. I realized, then, that I was naked, and blushed, feeling the heat crawl up my chest.
"Mr. Anderson, I--I didn't think you'd be home so soon, I didn't think--Oh, oh, my god where is Mrs. Anderson?!" My eyes wide in terror, I rememmbered his wife, and braced myself for her to storm thru the front door.
"We faught", he said simply. He lifted my leg from the island, and I tensed up, waiting for what would come next, hoping he would do what i had imagined.

He glanced up at my face as he positioned his body in front of mine, letting my leg fall back to the island, so my thighs were on either side of his hips.
"I don't believe Mrs. Anderson will be coming home tonight", he whispered, sliding his hands down my thighs, grasping my hips, and pulling me close to him for a kiss.
I felt myself moan into his mouth, the softest velvet I had ever felt. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him tighter to my body, as I ran my hands down his chest, took his hands, and led them to my throbbing pussy.

"Take me now", I murmered, then cried out, as he rammed the Rabbit back into my pussy. I had forgotten all about the toy when he walked in, then was glad he had caught it. He slwoly fucked me with the Rabbit, not even turning it on, leaning away from me to watch my face as I reached orgasm. He reached behind me and unclaspd my bra, freeing my tits, then groaning out loud.
"Oh Christ Em... you don't know how long I've wanted to see your gorgeous tits", and with that, he bent down, and bit and licked my nipples, as he continued to fuck me with his wife's vibrator.
I couldn't beleive what was happening. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling the Rabbit tighter into my pussy, my hands roaming thru his hair, and down his neck. I felt myself reaching climax, and tld him to stop. He lifted his head from my chest, and quirked his eyebrow.
"Fuck me, Mr. Anderson. In your wife's bed."

He smirked, then easily lifted me from the counter. He carried me into their bedroom, and laid me onto their bed. I pulled the rabbit from my cunt - it was covered with my juices. He shocked me as he leaned forward, and licked it clean. Seeing a man lick something so phallus like turned me on, and I moaned, pulling him on top of me as I kissed him hard, tasting myself on his lips.
I bit his lip, and murmered, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this". He bit me back and replied, "Oh, I imagine it's about the same amount of time I've been wanting it."
That pushed me over the edge. I rolled us over, straddled his crotch, feeling his huge member throb between us. I pulled his shrit off, and began to work on his pants. He grabbed my hands, murmered something about slowing down. I told him I couldn't wait, that I needed his cock in me then and now. That seemed to get his attenion.

He rolled me back onto my back, and practically ripped off his pants and boxers. He spread my legs apart, and positioned himself between them. "Like this?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. I glanced between us at his 8 inch cock, back up to his eyes, and said "Fuck me, baby."
Mr. Anderson let out a grunt, and slammed his cock into me. My back arched, my mouth opened, and my hands gripped the sheets beside me. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his girth and length fill me up like no toy ever could. I moaned his named, grabbed his shoulders, and begged him to fuck me.

He never seemed to loose stamina. Pumping himself furiously inside me, he leaned over me, kissing me hard, sucking my tongue and lips as he fucked my tight pussy. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, my juices flowing down our thighs, and soaking his marital bed. He leaned his head down, biting my breasts, and pulling my nipples into his mouths, tweaking them with his teeth as he pounded away. I reached between us, seraching for my clit, so used to the need to figner myself while being fucked, then realized I had no need to play with my clit. It was as if the mere weight of his body was enough to turn me on.
"Oh, GOD, fuck me HARDER!" I cried, pulling him deeper into me, panting and moaning, my chest heaving, sweat dripping off my chin.

"Fuck, Emily, you're so tight, Oh... Oh... JESUS" he moaned and grunted, the noises he made, pure animalistic as he fucked me. It was tender and hardcore, all at the same time. His grunts and my cries, the fire that burst between us as he bit my nipples and pulled my hair, as I cried out his name, and scratched his back with my nails.
I felt myself reaching orgasm, and caught my breath, saying "I want you to fuck me from behind. Please, Please, oh god, fuck me from behind!"
Mr. Anderson pulled out, and expertly flipped me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips, pulled me to my hands and knees, and teased me. He rubbed my slit with his cock, and I moaned, crying out loud, begging him to fuck me.

"God Damn you're the best ass I've ever had, Emily." And he rammed me.

I cried out again, grabbing my tits, and pulling them hard, saying his name over and over again as he fucked me. He grabbed my hips, usign them to ram me even harder, grunting out my name and saying what a fucking tight pussy I had. He reached between us, and started furiously flicking my clit. That drove me over the edge.

I reached my orgasm, my whole body shuddering. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin, my face pressed against the soft sheets, feeling Mr. Anderson fuck me hard, filling my tight pussy with his huge cock. I moaned again, feeling that rush as I cam, squirting onto his stiff dick, my juices running down my legs, leaving me sticky and used.
Mr. Anderson slowed down, and I flipped back onto my back, not skipping a beat. Impressed, he leaned down to suck on my lips, but I refused. "Let me blow you" I said, practically begging. He didn't refuse.

Pulling his raging cock from my aching pussy, still buzzing from my orgasm, I pulled all of him into my mouth, sucking my juices from his cock. It turned me on more than fucking him, and I sucked him as hard as i could, reaching around to grab his ass, to pull deep into my mouth, and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair, and cried out my name. "Oh FUCK, EM! FUCK!" He humped my head, kneeling there on the bed, and I just kept sucking him as hard as I could. He reached down and began tweaking my nipples, as I started fingering my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was, and I soon came again.

I couldn't believe that Mr. Anderson still hadn't cum. He asked if we could try something special, and if I would mine going into 69.
I winked at him, pushed him backwards, andspun around, straddling his face as I continued to work his cock. No sooner had I pulled him into my mouth than I started moaning again, as his expert tongue and lips began to suck and pull and play with my clit. I pulled him from my mouth, telling him to suck me hard when he was about to cum, and he spanked me in response. He slipped his fingers inside me, as I grabbed his balls. He tongued me like mad, while I swirled my own tongue around his swollen head. I suddenly felt him pull extra hard on my clit, and I let loose, feeling my 5th orgasm rock my body as I i clamped my lips down around his dick.

I was in shock as I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. Lowering my lips, I let him cum down my throat, swallowing everything, and sucking him harder, pumping his cock with my left hand as I continued to suck his head. He moaned and sighed against me, which drove me insane. I moaned his name ashis cock filled my mouth, both of us eager to vocalize our orgasms. He kept licking and sucking my cunt, and I kept sucking his dick, until we were both done and spent.

He grabbed my hips, and pulled me right on top of him, as I straddled his hips, pulling onto his chest for comfort.

As Mr. Anderson stroked my hair, and kissed my lips, catching his breath as I struggled to regian my own, he murmered hoarsley, "So, Em... you still charging the same?" I laughed thru my ragged breathes, murmed "Not in your dreams", and rolled onto my back, waiting to catch my breath so we could do it all again.

I must precurse this story by saying that despite its stereotypical, fantastical elements and proportions, all events described, no matter how impossible to believe, are absolutely not
embellished and are to fact, well mostly.

My name is Evan Derby and I’m a twenty-one year old literature major at a University prestigious exclusively for its reputation as “most beligerant campus.” Two years ago I felt like kind of an odd ball on campus despite being in what most would refer to as the “in-crowd.” I was fairly popular, good looking and likeable, but was known by everyone almost exclusively as "the basketball player." When I came to this college I came FOR basketball. I didn't drink, do drugs, go to parties, AND I didn't fool around with girls. I was linearly and single-mindedly focused on sports, blindingly so. Consequentially I had almost no relationships with women in college. After a while I started to behave nervously around women, their obvious attraction towards me only making me uncomfortable. However, my sophomore year in college, mid-way through my second season, something happened: I got injured. A true blessing in disguise. I began to be more social and found a life outside of sports. I began making friends and going to parties. I had always considered myself to be a horny guy, and my self-inflicted sexual repression and ideals regarding hooking up drunk or hooking up with "easy" women made actually having sex extremely difficult, especially at Belligerent U. Anyways, another thing getting injured allowed me to do was get a job. I began working at a tanning salon and had worked there every weekend for a few months before the story I'm about to detail happened.

It was my Aunt’s business, some extra dough and usually slow enough that I could get away with studying while at work; a decent situation if you ask me. From the moment I started working there every Saturday this exquisite creature would walk through the door. She definitely wasn’t your typical fake and bake. Her name I had learned was Shannon and she was not merely my dream girl, I had concluded that she was every man's dream girl. She was the type comemorated by minor or major celebrity simply on the basis of her beauty. Any description I could give her would be completely insufficient but I will humbly undertake the task. She was a woman of medium height around 5’ 6”, her frame was petite but somehow athletic, definitely not overly thin, just firm and well looked after, not sculpted in a gym simply created perfectly. Her dark shoulder length hair framed a young angelic face. She gave off the impression of complete youthful innocence with her big, beautiful green eyes, her fresh, clear and well tanned skin. And these features were brilliantly contrasted with juicy, sensual lips. And, not to be base, but her T&A were out of this world. Her tits were big, for her size or for most sizes, a full "C" cup easily. Her ass contrastly was small, but pert and round.

She looked, well, perfect. I was convinced that if you could resist getting hard around her you were either some kind of asexual saint, or unshakably gay. I, for one, was happy that I was behind the counter when she arrived. At this moment it seems to me that I may have given off the impression that I was a virgin at the time of this story. On the contrary, I had had sex many times before in high school. I had had three steady girlfriends in high school and had had regular sex with all of them. And among them it had always been unanimous that I was a “big” guy. None of them had made a very big deal over this fact they had simply bluntly told me, one even seemed annoyed with my endowment. I was never really convinced that I was big, I thought that they might just be merely stroking my ego. However, curiosity had led me to measure, and numbers don’t lie, I was just between 8 Ѕ and 9 inches depending upon arousal and pretty thick. In pornos that I had watched it was infinitely arousing to hear women talk about size, because in so many cases it was a point of arousal for them. I had never experienced a woman who was aroused by a big one but the idea was infinitely arousing. I imagined, to put it bluntly, that stroking my dick would feel twice as good when the woman was simultaneously stroking my ego.

I knew that for many women this asset was a source of desire for others it was a turn-off and others were completely indifferent to it, and that it was completely impossible to tell one type from the other. I had been working at the tanning booth for a few months when “it” happened. Shannon came in on Saturday as usual but unusually she came in very late. I had been looking for her this Saturday as per usual to see what sexy thing she’d saunter in wearing and had almost given up hope ten minutes before closing when she came gliding through the door. She came bouncing towards me all smiles and sex appeal. “Hi Evan!” I swallowed with nervousness, she was wearing a low cut tank top and short jean shorts, definitely more skin than I was used to seeing from her. “Hey Shannon,” I nervously replied. “Oh my god! I’ve had the craziest day, so hectic,” I tried to say something to calm her down and perhaps amuse her, “Did you hear it’s the weekend already, calm down. Besides you look great when your in a hurry, like an attractive blur.” She laughed and took a big melodramatic deep breath, “I’m sorry it’s so late. You guys aren’t going to close on me are you?” I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing such a thing, “No, I’ve got at least another half hour of study-time here, and I wouldn’t think of locking out on such a loyal customer. We’ve got to keep you coming back, right?” Shannon smiled and for a second it seemed like she was really looking at me. It gave me the chills and made my blood rush just a little bit quicker. “Thanks Ethan, you’re really a sweetie, y’know that?” I was so mesmerized by Shannon that I almost forgot what I was doing. “Evan?” I blinked like awaking from acoma and embarrasingly realized that I'd been staring at her tits, “Yeah, sorry.” I’d almost forgotten to give her her towel and lotion, but as I turned to get them from their usual location in the shelf behind the desk, I instantly remembered that I had moved them that morning, in a now very regrettable office reorganization.

I had been throughout our conversation eye to chest with Shannon, and had, by this time, procured a quite sizeable erection. I carefully turned my back to shannon while seated, I rose, got the towels from the top shelf behind me, sat back down, turned in my chair and handed her the towels. Shannon could not have been more aware of the stiffness of my movements, however, I was at least glade that she was not aware of my stiffness elsewhere, however I soon found that she had her suspicions and a far better plan to out my current uncomfortable state than I had to hide it. She gave me a mischevious grin that, at the moment I didn’t understand. She walked away still smiling and I said, “have fun!” “Oh I will.” Watching her walk away was just as arousing, her ass looked amazing in those shorts, and I felt my dick stiffen. I began to regret all of those lost sexual opportunities that I’d had with skanky women at parties, I hadn’t had a girlfriend in a year and had spent most of that year intimately with my right hand. I was overwhelmingly horny and my hard on gave no sign of subsiding. Suddenly, I heard Shannon from inside the tanning room, “Hey Evan.” I was instantly awakened from my woes, “You forgot to give me my lotion. Can you bring it here. I’m descent.” Suddenly I was in a predicament I quickly stood and got the lotion then I looked down and unsurprisingly there were nine inches sticking straight out thinly covered by my unforgiving mesh shorts. “FUCK!” I muttered to myself, I knew if I walked in there any chances I would have ever had with this beautiful young woman were off.

I reached inside my shorts and brought my boner up against my stomach the head reaching past my belly button, then I untucked my shirt, and pulled the drawstring on my mesh shorts tight, I tried to hide it as best I could. But when I was done I was looking down at a pretty pathetic attempt to hide a fairly obvious obtrusion. “Evan! Is everything alright?” Her voice was slightly mocking. “Yeah. Be there in a second.” I nervously approached the tanning room and knocked on the door hoping I could merely hand it to her on the other side. Her disappointing response was “Come in.” I quickly marched in to see Shannon seated on the bench beside the tanning bed, still in her shorts but missing the familiar top part of her outfit, her big tits were instead marginally covered by a very sexy black bra. I tried to ignore this arousing site but apparently my dick could not, it literally jumped in my shorts, I moved more quickly avoiding eye contact with Shannon as I handed her the lotion. “Evan, is everything okay. You seem to be having…problems.” I looked down at Shannon whose eyes were unmistakably locked on my groin. “It looks like you’re having BIG problems,” She quipped. I felt my face go red and was more embarrassed than I’d every been, “Jeez Shannon, I’m sorry, it just…happened. I sometimes have trouble…controlling it…around you.” Shannon smiled and laughed, and although I was slightly relieved by this response I still felt like I was in a very embarrassing and compromising position. “Evan, don’t worry about it…it’s ummm natural. Are you trying to hide it from me?” As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t even look at her I was so embarrassed “Yeah.” “You did a pretty piss poor job, it’s like the first thing I saw when you walked through the door…it looks…umm well it looks fucking huge.” I was not really suspecting this response from Shannon. She’d always seemed very innocent, but then again she did go to the same college I went to, so perhaps I had misread her. I couldn’t really believe what I had just heard and my arousal at this point cannot be expressed I looked down, on Shannon, in a bra, her big tits bursting over the top, her sexy petite frame seated before me, her beautiful, big, green eyes locked on my groin, and her full lips pouting in an expression of lust and awe. I couldn’t even speak but apparently I didn’t need to.

*** Prologue
The sky was painted with smoke. It cast a heavy gloom, promising a sizable downpour of hail laced rain, a stinging sleet that would smother and sap the strength of all. The dark and suffocating drear of the sky had already sapped their spirits.

Methaniel stood upon the small rise of a hill, his hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword. His armor gleamed in the rare flicker of light to penetrate the smoke and cloud. A large dent graced the left of his breastplate. It had originally been much larger, but had since been worked out as well as the smith could manage. The smithy was crowded with more heavily damaged equipment, so Methaniel did not mind. The damaged plate pressed inward against his pectoral muscle till it ached. It was one of many minor discomforts that he couldn’t find the heart to complain about. His life remained and he stood without any heavy wounds or handicaps. It was more than most could say. After nearly a year waging war on the battlefield, only the luck of the goddess could explain his relatively unscathed state.

The land before him stretched on, a bloody and scarred field with thick mud that had been trampled by countless boots. The coming rain would only worsen it, and footing would be difficult when the rain lifted and the armies met on the field. It could be tomorrow…it could be a week. Winter storms in the mountainous regions were never certain. Beyond the field he could make out the hastily erected tents of the enemy encampment. They too would be counting their dead today, re-grouping and rearming their remaining soldiers and horses. Upon the morn, battle would commence anew.

He swept a shining copper lock from his face, pushing it back to hang down to his shoulders. His hands grasped his cloak and pulled it tighter around his body in a futile effort to ward off the chill and damp breeze. He stood motionless a moment longer, a tall and proud figure atop the small rise, gazing on at the grim truth of his world. He turned and his cloak whipped back and billowing out in the slight breeze that filled it. He walked back to his tent.

Before he could reach his tent Grimlock intercepted him.

Grimlock was a physician, though he was a dwarf, and a burly one with massive, gnarled hands that looked better suited to the smithy than the delicacies of medicine and healing. He was something of an oddity in that he was one of the very few physicians in the army. With clerics and priests to neatly tend the wounded through divinities, holy spells, and sacred relics, physicians were deemed messy and unreliable. However, in recent months the war had become more costly than ever, and the death toll was on a steady climb. The clerics and holy men were overwhelmed by the dead and wounded, and a call had gone out to those who healed not through magic, but through science.

“A moment m’ lord,” Grimlock rumbled. He wiped blood from his meaty hands with a rag heavily splotched in red.
“What news, Grimlock?” Methaniel asked quietly.
“Arthas din’a make it. The lad’s taken ‘is place in the gods’ kingdom,” said Grimlock somberly. “I be sorry, Methaniel. He was a good lad. I couldn’a help him.”
“I understand, Grimlock. I held little hope that he would survive. The wound was grievous,” Methaniel replied. He patted the dwarve’s broad shoulder gently and began to walk to his tent once more.
“Methaniel,” Grimlock spoke after him. “Ye need to see this.”

The Dwarf pulled a large arrow from where it had been tucked into his belt. Methaniel turned and approached Grimlock. He took the arrow and turned it slowly in his hands. The shaft was slightly bent, either from the impact with which it slammed into Arthas’ chest or by Grimlock when he extracted it, which one Methaniel couldn’t tell. It painted black and had no other distinguishing features. The arrow head, bent and chipped from thudding into Arthas’ sternum, was made of steel, which would penetrate deeply if the aim was true.
“Thank you, good Dwarf. This makes some things clear…and others less so.”

Methaniel would say nothing else and walked into his tent with the arrow clutched tightly in his fist, leaving the physician to scratch thoughtfully at his beard.

*** Chapter One

An hour before dawn Ahma awoke. The seven other women in her room were in the same process of waking; they were all used to years of the routine. A chill breeze rushed through the cracks between the stone walls, causing the women to shiver as they dressed and braided each others hair. Hannah, the only other Wingling in the house, helped Ahma to braid her thick brunet tresses. Ahma returned the favor and carefully groomed the older woman’s delicate, dainty wings.

The two Winglings scurried out of the servants quarters and tailed the others to the kitchens. The fires were burning in the stoves, the only light coming into the room. Soon the kitchen would be fully lit by sunlight streaming through the windows. The cook put out the servants food.

Breakfast was only ten minutes these days, a merger meal of crust and scraps of last night’s few pieces of meat. Very few words were exchanged during the meal. Ahma sat in sullen silence and tried to calm the grumbling of her stomach demanding more than what had been set out for it. She finished her thin, gruelish porridge and started the hard crust provided for her. The bindings holding her wings tightly to her body chaffed at her. The discomfort and pain ruined her appetite as it always did, and she forced herself to eat even the little amount of food she had.

After the morning meal the servants split apart and began their duties around the manor. Hannah went to the foyer at the front of the Manor to clean. Ahma made her way toward the library. It had been her desire for some time to be the servant assigned to the library. Cleaning the room, dusting the shelves, polishing the desks and chairs took a full week to complete, but the room held fond memories for her, from the times before the old Master’s death.

The study was massive. The Master had been an advocate of books in a realm that was only marginally literate. Aside from the royal library (which from what Ahma had heard from Gareth, a Halfling man who once worked in the palace, was largely unused), Master Daelen’s study was one of the single largest collection of text in the north most reach of Durinum. Bookcases stretch from ceiling to floor, worked from rich, well polished oak. The volumes gracing the shelves ranged from barely an inch thick to being almost too big for Ahma to properly carry. The well-dusted volumes were written in the native script of nearly all the races that coexisted in Durinum, and even some that did not. Two great, spacious windows occupied the only wall that was not crowded by bookcases. The windows overlooked the richest of the Manor’s south gardens. The sun crept through the window and edged the well-trimmed hedges and brightly blooming pants in the glowing orange of dawn.

First, she dusted and polished the master sitting chair, as she had every day for more than a decade. It was a tall backed, well crafted chair befitting nobility, carved from cherry wood with intricate and fine vines and wildlife along the back and a true rarity: a padded, feather-down seat. She could still see him, sitting upright and proud in his comfortable chair, gesturing to a book he wanted to read. Often, he would read aloud to her, letting her neglect whatever duties she had that day.

But those were different times. She now had to finish her duties before the evening meal or there would be consequences. Not just for her, but for everyone. The death of the Master meant hardship for everyone and personal grief for herself.

She didn’t have time to think about it, and her state of mind would only deteriorate if she did. She emptied the shelves on the west wall today. She tended each wall and its respective shelf on a daily rotation; there were simply too many books in the study to tend and clean in one day. The Wingling girl dusted and polished the wood. It gleamed with the care of dozens of servants over the years. The manor had stood for hundreds of years. It was rumored to have been built and first inhabited by an extension of the royal family itself, and later given as a gift by the king to the Master’s grand father for his service to the throne. With proper care, this library would stand for another hundred years or more, and Ahma felt an odd sense of pride for her role in keeping it in shape.

She put the books back on the shelves in exact order. The Master had spent countless hours organizing the library, with her help, after his retirement from the knights. He had been the first in generations of his line to organize the room, really to even care for it. He had declared a need for a hobby once his retirement was official, and with his son so far from home, he had set about busying himself fully with the study’s organization and refurbishing. He was not a man comfortable in idleness, that much had been sure. Even with his attention focused upon the study, it was obvious he was not comfortable no longer having an active role in Durinum’s army. The Master had always struck her as being somewhat lonely…His wife, the love of his life, had passed away before Ahma had even come to the Manor, and he had never taken another woman to her knowledge. His son had rarely been home…she could hardly even remember seeing him in her youth. Perhaps that was why the Master had always talked to her and been kind to her. Ahma had become something of a strange companion to him…and he, a father to her. Some of the other servants had been resentful, especially the Stewart…but the Master had told her to pay no mind.

Ahma sniffled softly. She clenched her jaw and willed the wave of misery to pass. It had been nearly half a year since the Master had passed, and with him, the only bit of kindness in her life. She would not give in to self pity, and the period of mourning for the Noble had ended four months ago. But how could one confine one’s grief to a set period? Humans and their traditions confounded her sometimes.
Quickly as she could, but much attention and care, Ahma finished with the shelves and books before moving to the Master’s desk. It was large, also carved out of cherry wood, and during the Master’s life, surprisingly cluttered and messy considering what a neat and orderly man the Master usually was. Now it was clean and neat, with a pen set beside a capped inkwell and a stack of unblemished parchment beside it. The Master’s favorite book, written in elvish (which he had spoken fluently) and bound in leather sat on the left side of the desk, placed there intentionally by her. He had often read it to her. It described Dragons, the fearsome creatures that were feared and hated the realm over. The mountainous reaches of Durinum had once housed many roosts of the wyrms, but the spreading nation had chased the massive creatures away with raiding parties too large for even their impressive might to contend with. Ahma had never seen a Dragon of course…No one had, except for perhaps the oldest of Durinum’s elves, but she was as secretly fascinated with them as the Master had been.